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chaos theory rambling (no specific spoilers just general thoughts) below the cut bc goddamn

1) i LOVED it. it had everything i loved about the first series and more. plot? fire. character development? fire. action? fire. humor? fire. the villains? fire. dialogue? fire. they even improved on their environments and lighting (i feel) from the first series. there were genuine moments where i felt my heart drop or a chill run down my spine. they really pushed their rating as far as they could go.

every character’s arc- frustrating they might have been at times- felt so fitting for each of them. the different ways they’ve all processed and dealt with (or not) their trauma is fascinating. These Kids Aren’t Okay!!! and i’m SO pleasantly surprised and impressed with how the show tackled these issues head-on.

these characters really shine when they’re working as a team to sneak around and infiltrate and outsmart and handle dinosaurs in a way only they can. every time it showed their unique skills or knowledge i was cheering. at the same time, even mundane moments of joking around or bantering were just so right. their dynamics with each other are wonderful. their arguments and conflicts are heart wrenching. I Care Them… so much.

i still have some minor gripes regarding their aged-up designs (mostly for ben, yaz, kenji, and the suddenly blue-eyed sammy??) and some differences in shipping tastes but in the grand scheme of things that’s easily overlooked. at the heart and core of the show, these are still the same characters i fell in love with during the first series.

2) some things i will be using in darwin’s finches. others i clearly will not be. my next fic is gonna be a dave and roxie oneshot, and then a multichap fic about the herd’s recovery on the mainland (spanning the time up until dominion would take place), but after THAT…. ohhhh i’d love to do my own version of this plotline someday (cuz even tho my campers have prevented the events of fallen kingdom, dominion makes it clear that lockwood estate was not the only source of dinosaurs on the mainland…)

there was a LOT in these first two seasons that reminded me of my own version of the campers. the paranoia, the fallback to survivalist mentality, the capability in the face of deadly situations. and above all, their determination to do the right thing, whatever it takes. i fucking LIVE for situations where a normal person looks on in awe and horror like what the fuuuuuck? i love how they work together and i really enjoyed seeing new people added to their dynamic, how they worked and didn’t work at different times.

anyway 10/10, highly recommend. it’s a sequel series for an animated children’s spin-off series for a reboot/sequel of a beloved franchise and they did Not have to go this hard, but they did. i feel both camp cretaceous and chaos theory have done far more justice to the jurassic park franchise than any of the jurassic world movies (though to be fair, i haven’t seen dominion all the way through so i can’t fully judge)

[soleilapproves]

Part two of mechanic Sukuna

Notes: not proof read, fem!reader

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“I’m tellin’ you, man, that chick is gonna send her friend over. She looked like she was gonna faint when she saw you,” Toji called out from under the car he was working on.

Sukuna wanted to throw the wrench in his greasy hand at his friend. The two had been bickering about whether you or your friend would be coming to pick up your car after Sukuna had called you.

He was fondly recalling how shy you sounded over the phone but his friend digressed that you must’ve been scared.

There’s no way he looked scary, right? Sure, his hair was an unnatural shade of pink, pointing in every direction towards the sky. Sure, his tattoos would even send a gang member running, but it made him seem attractive. He even got a little eyebrow piercing to have that edgy yet sexy look.

He was interested in someone and it was finally time to put his looks to good use.

“I still can’t believe you made me clean her filters. You know I’m allergic to dust.” Sukuna could almost see Toji’s sulk. He pulled Toji out from underneath the Cadillac he was working on and pointed his wrench at him.

“Paid you fifty bucks for it, didn’t I? So shut up.”

“Are you threatening me with a wrench?”

“Just warning ya.”

Toji scoffed before pushing himself back under the car. There was only so much love sickness he could take.

You braced yourself before walking into the mechanic shop. Even if your first experience with a mechanic wasn’t scary, who’s to say that something bad wouldn’t happen the second time?

With a deep breath, you walked into the lions’ den, clutching your tote bag’s handle to your chest. It was your version of an armor. The battle of walking into a room full of men was never an easy one. You were hoping to be discreet but your heeled boots were loud enough to echo through the giant garage and made everyone’s heads turn towards your figure.

Your much smaller (figuratively and literally) and self-conscious figure.

As unexpected as it was, your eyes searched for Sukuna’s familiar face. You needed to stabilize your boat on the rocky waters you called social anxiety. Your sweaty hands were starting to leave an imprint on your canvas tote bag until you heard his voice.

“Looking for someone?”

There he was, standing in all his glory. No bandana but he was sporting an eyebrow piercing this time. Your eyes simply couldn’t tear away from it. It suited him well. He’d make a very attractive and charismatic gangster.

“Your car’s ready. Do you wanna check on the AC before leaving?”

You nodded at his suggestion, still too conscious to say anything. You cursed yourself for forgetting to even say hi because you were too busy admiring his piercing. His shoulders blocked everything in your line of sight so you just followed him towards your car, and you were surprised to see that it looked squeaky clean.

“Uh, we threw in a complimentary wash. College student discount and stuff.” He answered before you could even ask him. Toji scoffed at his answer but quickly went back to work when he noticed Sukuna’s glare in his direction. You felt squeamish knowing that Sukuna could read your body language a little too well.

But what happened next just made your stomach fold in on itself. He decided to lean in to your car as you sat down to check on the AC. It was like he was taking advantage of the fact that you hated confrontation. “Just tryin’ to feel a little cool. Still hot out in the garage, you know.”

Your tongue felt like it was too big for your mouth with way he was basically nose to nose with you. Did all his customers get such treatment? But then again, who were you to say no to him after he worked so hard to fix your AC. It was the least you could do (aside from tipping but he refused that).

You turned on the AC and he leaned in further, face basically resting on your neck, lips dangerously close to your cheek.

You could smell the musk of his sweat and natural scent. “Looks like it’s working fine,” he said while grinning against your face. You wish could agree with him but it was so distracting to have a man like him so close to you. It was horrifying. You had never let a man- no, anyone so close to your face without your permission. Shit, you wouldn’t even let them come into a 3 feet radius of you if you were unsettled by them.

But here he was, pushy and prideful, all up in your space. His hand was dangerously close to your ass with the way he was leaning into your car. You were basically sharing your oxygen with him. “Thank you for helping me with my AC.” You were surprised to find out that you finally had your voice back.

You couldn’t even look him in the eye while speaking. He was still very close to your face that you were afraid your lips would touch his if you were to turn. You were praying that he would pull away soon and by your lucky stars, he did. But not without breathing in deeply by your neck. Did he… try to smell you?

“You’re welcome. If you need anything else then let me know. I’ll always be available.” You were hoping that he meant during the shop’s work hours but hell, with the way he was looking at you, it could mean an entirely different thing.

“I’ll keep that mind,” you mumbled with a slow nod.

After you left, Toji walked up to Sukuna with a can of beer. “I don’t think she likes you like that. She looked like she wanted to run out of here.”

Sukuna bumped his can against Toji’s. “She’s just shy. I need to warm her up before I start the actual flirting.”

“I don’t know. You were so weird with her, man. I don’t think she’s ever coming back. Bet she won’t even send her little friend here either.”

“Oh, she’ll come back. And if she doesn’t then I’ll go to her.” Sukuna smirked while sipping his beer.

“Huh, how?”

“Destiny,” Sukuna said as he bumped Toji’s shoulder. The raven haired man could only cringe at his friend’s actions.

And you do reel him towards you. A week later, on a dark and rainy night when your car unexpectedly breaks down while driving.

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[beloveds-embrace]

So glad you asked for more roommates cause I’ve been brooding over it for the last 2 seconds since you asked.

Now just see the vision rq, it’s still kinda early into her moving in but yk they still want her BAD anyways she brings home a guy thinking they were gonna and now she just has four military men questioning and intimidating her tinder date…

I love writing for the roommate au sm so i am always happy for shared thoughts! 🙂‍↕️💕

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The date had started innocently enough- or at least, you thought so.

It wasn’t like you were expecting the boys to be home. They’d mentioned a late training session, and with how demanding their schedules were, you figured you had the apartment to yourself for the evening. So, when your Tinder match, Matt, suggested coming over to watch a movie, you agreed. What harm could it do? Maybe it’d even turn to more. Hell, you hoped it’d turn to more.

Matt was nice enough, you supposed. Decent-looking, polite, and he hadn’t said anything off-putting yet. But as the two of you settled on the couch, popcorn in hand and the glow of the TV filling the room, your front door clicked open.

Your could practically feel a ball drop in your stomach.

The sight of Price stepping through the door, his shoulders hulking under his coat, was enough to send your nerves spiraling. He stopped mid-step, sharp eyes locking onto you and your date.

Behind him, Simon followed, pulling down his hood, but balaclava not yet removed. Johnny and Kyle weren’t far behind, their conversation halting as they took in the scene.

The air turned thick, tension palpable as four pairs of eyes honed in on Matt, who was looking increasingly uncomfortable by the second. You honestly couldn’t blame him.

“Didn’t know we were having company,” Price said, his tone low and deceptively calm as he shut the door behind him.

Your voice caught in your throat. Honest to God, you felt like you were a soldier who’d fucked up in front of him. He just had that Vibe. “I… I thought you guys wouldn’t be home until later.”

“And who’s this?” Soap asked, his smile wide as he nodded toward Matt. It didn’t feel friendly and even you could tell.

Matt shifted nervously, offering a small, awkward wave. “Uh, hi. I’m Matt. Nice to meet you guys.”

The silence that followed could’ve cut glass.

“Matt,” Simon repeated, his voice flat, his imposing frame seeming to block out all the light in the room. To you, he’d never felt that scary before… more like a particularly grumpy giant whose toes were always freezing. “And what exactly are you doing here, Matt?”

“I- I’m just hanging out with her,” Matt stammered, looking at you for reassurance. “A date.”

Kyle crossed his arms, leaning casually against the wall, though his eyes never left Matt. “Funny. We don’t remember her mentioning anything about a date.” He almost spat the word out.

You shot to your feet, hands up in a placating gesture. “Guys, seriously, it’s not a big deal. We were just going to watch a movie-”

“And you thought bringing a stranger into the house without telling us was a good idea?” Price cut in, his tone clipped.

Well, he wasn’t wrong about that…

Matt’s eyes widened. “I’m not- I mean, I’m not dangerous or anything.”

“Oh, aye? That right, then?” Soap drawled, stepping closer, his easy smile taking on a sharp, menacing edge. “And how d’ye reckon we’re meant to trust ye, Matt? Could be anyone. A thief, a creep, someone tryin’ tae take advantage of her.”

“I- … what?” Matt looked at you again, desperation in his eyes and voice.

“Relax, Johnny, it’s-” you tried, but your voice wavered under the weight of their combined stares.

“We’re just looking out for her,” Kyle said, his tone deceptively smooth as he grabbed a chair and spun it around to sit on it backward. “You understand, don’t you? We are her roommates.”

Simon didn’t say much- he didn’t have to. The way he loomed was enough to make Matt visibly sweat.

Price, meanwhile, stepped forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are she let you in? She’s trusting. Sweet. Too sweet, if you ask me. Makes her a target for the wrong sort of people.”

“I- I’d never hurt her, sir-” Matt stammered, his voice cracking slightly.

Price’s lips twitched in something that wasn’t quite a smile. He looked unimpressed, more than anything else. “Good. Because if you did…” He didn’t finish the sentence, but the unspoken threat hung heavy in the air.

“Okay!” you blurted, stepping between them. You gave up; you knew this date has gone to shit. “That’s enough. Matt was just leaving.”

Matt didn’t need to be told twice. He practically bolted for the door, not even stammering a quick goodbye before disappearing into the night.

As the door clicked shut, you turned to face them, your cheeks burning. “What the hell was that?”

“…you can do much better than him.” Kyle huffed, drawing you to sit down beside him on the couch even as you pouted glared. “Much, much better. Ain’t that right, John?”

Price nodded, sighing. “He was trembling like a leaf, love. Men like him? Not worth your time.”

Simon simply stood there, his eyes fixed on you. “Next time,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine. “Let us know before you bring someone here.”

You sighed, pressing a hand to your forehead. “…You’re all impossible.”

Though by the end of the night, you still found yourself between Johnny and Kyle, and finished the movie anyways, date forgotten.

[plathfiles]

Ok but what if Felix x fem!reader and Oliver is tryin to kill her first yk but fails like maybe Felix walks in and Oliver tries to lie n cover it up type of thing or that reader just ended up in a small coma? Am I ok to request this?

please i love this, honestly a sucker for angst so thank you for sending this to me 😵🫶🏻

i hope you enjoy xx

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pairing: felix catton x fem! reader

warnings: attempted murder, physical abuse, angst but with a happy ending, oliver is his own warning. lmk if i missed anything

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You had found out Oliver’s secret. He was lying to Felix and everyone about his family.

One day you and Oliver were sun bathing, waiting for Felix to return from a discussion with Farleigh. Oliver was wondering what was taking so long so he went over to where they were. He’d left his phone on his chair and it started to ring.

It was his mother. Curious, you answered the call. That was when you found out everything. The lie about his Father, his financial status, everything. You were in shock and also angry. How dare Oliver take advantage of Felix like that. How dare he take advantage of your friendship.

You planned to confront him and that’s exactly what you went to do. Walking back into the castle, you saw Oliver walking up the stairs.

“Hey Ollie!” You shouted. He turned around and looked at you with confusion. You tossed him his flip phone.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You asked, your protective side coming out.

“Y/n, you’re acting strange. I don’t know what you mean?” Oliver said, although on the inside he was nervous.

Oliver and you were both on the stair case, he was above you and you were closer to the ledge.

“I know you lied. I know everything! About your father and where you come from. You’re a fucking liar, Ollie,” you said, looking up at him defensively.

With him being on the stairs, he was taller than you. Oliver walked down a couple steps, to match your eyesight.

“How could you have possibly found out?” Oliver asked, his voice now lower and more intense. It wasn’t a denial and you took a step back.

“Your mother called. She wanted to send you a card for your birthday,” you snapped.

“You should be careful. You might trip,” Oliver said. He needed to get rid of you. Or else you would mess up his plans.

You stood your ground, “I’m going to tell Felix. In fact I’m going to tell everyone,” you said lowly, looking directly into Ollie’s eyes.

In an instant, Oliver’s hand went around your neck, choking you. “You are not going to tell a soul. Is that clear?” He asked, almost teasingly.

You panicked and tried to pull away from him, but when you did you fell down the bottom of the stairs. Everything went pitch black.

At that moment, Felix and Farleigh had walked into the room. Farleigh only saw you fall but Felix saw Oliver’s hand around your throat and then saw you collapse down the stairs.

Felix’s heart broke, seeing you unconscious at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh my god! did you push you her?” Farleigh yelled in shock.

Oliver looked at Farleigh and Felix. “It was an accident. She was going to attack me,” Oliver said, trying to play the victim.

Felix didn’t care though, he knew what he saw. And he wanted answers. But first you need to go a hospital.

“Y/n, baby please wake up,” Felix said, hovering over you on his knees. He lifted your head up and some of your body but you were out cold.

“Felix I—,” Oliver began to say, but Felix looked up at him in pure anger.

“Go. Now. Before I do something I’ll have to cover up,” Felix threatened. If looks could kill then Oliver would be a dead man.

Farleigh called Elsbeth and Sir James and the family immediately called the fastest doctor they could find.

That was the thing about being rich, you could get anything delivered to you at any time.

One of the guest rooms was turned into a hospital room. You still hadn’t woken up and Felix wouldn’t leave your side. The doctor said you weren’t in grave danger. But just in a small coma because of the impact of your head hitting the stone floor and the loss of oxygen from being choked.

Felix was angry at Oliver. Oliver had went to his room after Felix threatened him. Duncan had locked the door.

Felix would get his answers soon. But he knew he wouldn’t believe Oliver in the slightest. He had no right to put his hands on you.

Felix stayed by your side the entire night. You still hadn’t woken up and he was worried you never would. He took your hand and squeezed it comfortingly, he needed you to know that he was by your side.

Then, as if you’d felt Felix’s touch, you slowly opened your eyes.

“Felix,” you said, your voice soft and hoarse.

Felix’s heart leaped and he smiled when you awoke. “Y/n, darling. I’m here,” he said, softly.

“Felix,” you said, beginning to cry. You thought you were going to die. You didn’t know Oliver could do those horrible things.

“Shh it’s okay, lovely girl. I got you. You are safe,” Felix comforted. “I’m not going to let anybody hurt you,” he insisted.

Your stomach filled with butterflies and a small wave of comfort washed over you.

“But Oliver—he, he’s not who you say he is,” You said, looking at Felix like you would need hours to convince him.

But Felix wanted him out of the house for just purely putting his hands on you. When hearing this though, Felix raised a brow.

“How do you mean?” He asked. And you explained. The call with his mother, the confused questions you asked when you heard that his father really wanted to see Oliver.

Felix’s face broke and grew in concern. He felt like an idiot. How could he have put his trust in such a person? How could he have let someone like him anywhere near you?

“I’m so sorry, Felix. I know you two are close,” you said, tears streaming delicately down your face.

Felix shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I should apologize to you. I’ll fix this. We’ll have Oliver out of the house by the end of the day,”

“And when we return to Oxford?” You asked, Felix wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumb.

“We won’t see him back at Oxford, I promise,” Felix replied. “Get some rest. I’ll be right here and I’ll protect you.”

You nodded and closed your eyes. As soon as you fell asleep, Felix called his father into the room. Felix never left your side but told his father that Oliver needed to be removed from the house and a restraining order needed to be placed on him.

Felix would never let anything like this happen again. Not to the people he loves—especially you.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

I Love when You Do that Hocus Pocus to Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!reader

Setting: Commonwealth (post series, no France)

Warnings: Suggestive themes

Summary: Daryl gets pampered. He just thought he didn’t want it. Until he did.

A/N: Thank you for the idea, dearest @lazyneonrabbitt ! I’m so happy to have written something, even if it is a tiny drabble. 🩵 (The newest photoshoot may have had a hand in this as well)

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Daryl curled his lip, the soft fabric of the hotel robe feeling odd against his clean skin. He’d never understood pampering oneself in such a manner but would take any and all of your attention even if it meant letting you brush his steadily growing hair. Apparently that’s exactly what it meant that day; a shower, hair brushing, goatee trimming, the works. 

Apparently, it’s just the kinda thing that happened when he let Princess accompany you as a last minute replacement for a run when he needed to oversee a patch up of a potential wall breach. 

“Never again.” He grumbled. The robe was irritating and the silk boxers even more so, but he’d walk on a bed of hot coals for you. If this was what you wanted to do on his day off while Jude and RJ stayed at Carol’s, then he’d entertain it. 

It sucked that you were all business in the shower though. Your naked body had been pressed against him as you scrubbed his scalp and thoroughly washed him, only chuckling when he had instantly grown hard in anticipation of what he thought he was about to get. 

“Down, boy.” You had said, spinning him away from you by his shoulders in order to wash his back. 

“Tease.” He muttered. Daryl glanced up toward the stairs, hearing your muted footsteps, the padding of bare feet on what was likely cold flooring that winter afternoon. What were you doing up there? 

With a mumbled utterance of colorful words, he crossed his ankles on the coffee table and focused on the scents coming from the kitchen; the venison stew you knew he loved so much. The one recipe you had created without Carol’s assistance and subsequently his favorite meal. 

“Okay, time for lunch.” He heard you say just after the top stair creaked. 

“Y/N, why I gotta wear this—” If it were possible for his eyes to leave his skull, they would have been on the floor. Your own robe was left untied, open just enough to sway backward as you moved to reveal your nudity. Your towel dried hair had been combed, your skin shining with what was undoubtedly the lotion you had found on the same outing. He inhaled the scent of strawberries even with the distance between you. Before he could utter another word, you had disappeared into the kitchen. 

Daryl was quick to spring into action, feet on the floor with hands pressed into the cushions to push himself to his feet. The kitchen table would be as good a place as any to take advantage of what you were so openly offering. He froze when your voice rang out. 

“Don’t you move, Daryl Dixon!”

“How did—” 

“Sit.” You ordered, sauntering into the room with a bowl of stew in your hand. Reluctantly obeying, he groaned, the sway of your hips and bounce of your breasts absolutely torturing him. “I said lunchtime.” You grinned. Before he could form a coherent thought, you were straddling his thighs, cooling the soup with long exhales through perfectly puckered lips. 

“You’re tryin’ to kill me, ain’tcha?” He growled, large hands resting on your hips. “Sorry, doll, but ain’t no such thing as life insurance anymore.” You laughed, all teeth and crinkled corners of your eyes; god, you were beautiful. 

“Be quiet.” You snorted, raising the spoon toward his mouth. 

The archer balked. “The hell?” 

Clicking your tongue in admonishment, you shook your head. “It’s all about you today.” 

“Could’a fooled me.” He muttered, eyes squinting. Lil’ she-devil.

“Oh, hush, grumpy gills, and let me spoil you.” Pressing the utensil against his lips, you pouted. “Come on, baby. I went through a lot of trouble planning all this.” When he didn’t relent, you rolled your hips over his quickly hardening length. “Sooner you finish this, the sooner you get dessert.” Your mouth morphed into a sultry grin that elicited a groan from somewhere deep within his chest. “Aren’t you hungry?” 

Clearing his throat, he swallowed hard. “I could eat.”

Daryl had his fill of dessert that day—and night—and even got some apple pie too. 

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Cali's Kinktober: Day 04

Kinktober Masterlist felix culpa - "fortunate fault" Gaz x f!reader Kinks > dubcon, stuck kink, anal sex Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

You were born to be a mechanic, and working on fancy, top-secret vehicles is one of your favorite things about your job. However, when you crawl into the belly of a broken down tank and can’t get back out, one of your fellow soldiers takes advantage of your (un)fortunate situation.

When the order rolled across your desk, you couldn’t believe your luck. You’d been selected by an elite task force to design a very custom, very deadly tank mod, and you were out of your mind with excitement. This was your dream job, and you were giddy the whole drive down to the site.

Parked out front on the concrete pad, you saw what looked like a Challenger 3, but something was… off. Yes, the paint job was different, and they’d chosen to go with a wider tread for the desert terrain they were in. But, that wasn’t all. They’d done something underneath, something secret and hidden. 

You didn’t waste any time. You were agile and you could always wriggle yourself into small places, perfect for a mechanic. And your brain loved puzzles, so this was going to be an amazing project. 

You were instructed to boost the navigation system to an incredible degree. But, if they needed desert-style mods, you were going to give them an intense aircon and liquid cooling unit as well as the mother of all filters. In order to get started, you had to work around this… contraption they had installed at the base of the tank.

When you got a closer look, you realized what it was. It was a wheel! They’d fitted the bottom of their tank with speed boosters and a three-sixty wheel to help them turn on a dime. This was insane. If only you could get a little closer to see if…

Oops…

You moved your hips backward, trying to free your body, but you were stuck. When you tried to move forward, your belt loop had caught on a long screw, wrapped around it so tight that you couldn’t free yourself with your hands. 

Fuck. 

“Hey!” You called out, trying to see if anyone was around to help you.

You tried again, a little louder this time,

“Hey! Is anybody there?”

Nothing. You waited for a while, trying not to panic, and then you head a large warehouse door slide open, its metal wall clanging and banging as it slid up into the railings. 

“Hey! Help me!”

“Well, well,” a smooth, deep voice teased you cruelly, “Wha’s all this, then?”

“I’m… uh, I think I’m stuck. Can you pull me out?”

“And you are?”

You told him your name and he offered his own,

“You can call me Gaz. In fact, you…” He bent down to the side of the tank and met your eyes, “You can call me anytime.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but he was cute enough to make you smile at his terrible joke. 

“Can you help me or not, Gaz?”

“That depends,” you watched his boots march their way around the front of the machine, settling back behind you, “Wha’s in it for me?”

“Um…” You tried to think about what you had to offer, but you came up empty, “My eternal thanks?”

“I think I want somethin’ else.”

You felt his hands wrap themselves around your thick ass cheeks, giving them a rough squeeze. 

“Hey!”

“Thought you wanted out, babes. I’m just tryin’ to help you, ain’t I?”

You had to admit, his hands did feel pretty nice. He seemed singularly obsessed with your ass, massaging your flesh through your canvas work pants, using his knees to spread your legs wide so that he could dig his fingers roughly between the join of your legs. 

“Mngh… wait. Someone’s gonna see us,” you protested, trying to hide your pleasure. 

“Nah, don’t think so. Not while they’re in Cap’s briefing. Long-winded, him.”

You squirmed, trying to free yourself again, and you heard his silky laugh.

“I could leave you here, lovie,” Gaz threatened, “Let them find you in an hour or two.”

“Don’t go… Help me out, Gaz,” you begged, “Please?” 

“Then stay still,” he purred, “And let me get you out.”

You heard the soft whisper of a knife coming out of its sheath, and you felt him cut your belt loop. Then, he went further, slicing your belt and raking it out of your pants. Without the leather strap holding up your slacks, they began to slip down your hips, slowly revealing more and more of your body to your “savior”. 

“Wow… look at these,” his fingers played in the lacy strap of your thong, “Definitely not regulation, huh? Naughty girl…”

You whimpered, hearing your own desperation echo against the belly of the tank, letting this gorgeous man have his way with you. You rationalized it in your mind. He was helping, he deserved to touch, right?

In one fell swoop, he yanked your pants the rest of the way down, letting them get caught on your knees, trapping you even more than you already were. 

“Holy shit, this arse is a fuckin’ dream.”

His mouth was on you before you could take your next breath. You felt his strong tongue writhe its way towards your hole, licking you and suckling at your skin like a hungry beast, as if you were a fresh fruit, as if he were starving. You could feel the drool from his lolling tongue drip across the underside of your ass as he ate you out, moaning as he feasted on your pliant flesh. 

“Gaz, please…” You whined, trying to keep your voice down but feeling yourself beginning to spiral out of control. 

“Patience, lovie. Wanna taste you, first.”

“If someone sees us, they’ll… unghf–fuck… they’ll throw us in the glasshouse! I’ll lose my job!”

He sighed, annoyed, 

“Fine, a quick one, then, hm?”

“No, wait! That’s not what I… ohhh…” You tried to protest, tried to get him to listen to reason, but before you could state your case, he was pressing his thumb against the rim of your hole, stretching you open until you gaped for him, and you could feel his eyes bearing down into your darkness, imagining the suffocating warmth that awaited him inside.

He laughed softly, letting his thumb delve a little deeper. Then, he replaced it with his thick middle finger, and he began to writhe his way inside of you, stretching you out as he explored your body.

“So tight… Gonna be a rough ride if you’re tryin’ to rush me, baby.”

“Mmngh. Ngh. Nuhhh… No, just… let’s meet up later. Tonight… Won’t have to rush…” You were struggling to stay on the right side of sane because his fingers knew exactly how to twist and pry and press you open. 

He made a nasty little groan, a vote against your idea, 

“But, if I don’t try to get you unstuck now, my mate’s will come ‘round the corner and find you like this. They’re not as gentle as me, you know, lovie.”

Another finger slipped into your body before you were ready for it, and his knuckles made your asshole ache from the soreness of his touch. You cried out, and you had to listen to another devilish laugh as he fucked you on his hand. 

Your hole was making slurping, wet noises as he coated you in his spit, using it as lube so it would ease his way. You could also hear the tell-tale sound of him jerking his cock, the rhythmic slapping giving him away. 

“We’re outta time, babes. Need you to breathe for me, yeah?”

When you felt the soft tip of his prick, your whole body responded to him. Gaz was prying your cheeks apart with one hand and guiding himself in with the other. You began to stretch, and you held your breath, bracing for pain. 

“Shh, shh,” he cooed at you, “Relax, baby. Gonna hurt you if you don’t let me in. There’s my good girl.”

You let out a trembling exhale, shaking uncontrollably as he forced himself to fit, his hard length twice as big as his fingers had been, making you see stars from the pleasure-wrapped pain. 

“Too big… it’s too much… I can’t…” You tried to protest, your hips grinding towards him, betraying your true desire. 

He rocked himself forward and back, popping his thick cockhead in and out of you, watching you shudder with every thrust. 

“You can, baby. I’ll help you. That’s it. Breathe for me.”

You tried to steady your heart, and every time your breath left your lungs, it shook with a nervous vibrato, culminating in a high whine. 

His cock dipped further. He was nearly halfway, and you felt like he would be in your throat if he took you any deeper. 

“Gaz, holy fuck!”

“Mmm, I know, lovie. But, you’re takin’ me so bloody well. Love watching your tight little arsehole stretch itself for me. When it twitches like that… yeah, that’s so fuckin’ hot.”

You couldn’t help the twitching. You were pulsing for him uncontrollably. Your body wanted to come, and it was ready for him to make you. But, he was going too slowly, trying to be careful with you. It was driving you out of your mind. 

You jerked your hips onto his cock, trying to fit more of him into your body with each thrust, listening to the huffy, gasping noises you were dragging out of him. 

“Oh, fuck me. That feels so good. You ready for more, love? I’ll give you more,” he snarled. You could hear the venom in his voice as he quickened his pace. 

Gaz abandoned his plan for a slow entry and shoved himself forward, rocking your body and making you cry out in an aching peal of pleasure. Then, he began to fuck himself into you, holding your cheeks apart so he could watch his invasion. 

You were a babbling mess, incapable of words or thoughts. All you could feel was the fiery bliss that sparked through your core as he rutted you into the filthy concrete. 

Your pussy was exposed to the rough ground, and it rubbed back and forth as he thrust his cock into you. You reached down to play with yourself, and you found out that you were soaking with thick, creamy slick. 

Spreading it liberally across your folds, you began making small, fast circles around your clit, eager to feel it swell and harden under your hands. You were so close; just a little more and Gaz would send you careening off the edge. 

“Touchin’ that greedy little quim, huh?”

“Yeah,” you moaned, confessing your sins to him.

“Good girl,” he rasped breathlessly, fucking you at a brutal pace now, unable to control his lust. 

That was the phrase that pulled your trigger, apparently. You listened to his lascivious praise and felt yourself rattle across the line, tumbling and whirling through a destructive orgasm, wetting yourself with pleasure, your pussy desperately clenching around nothing but air. 

“Tha’s it. Tha’s so fuckin’ good, baby. Come for me just like that…” Gaz let his hand strike down on your exposed ass cheek, and you screamed even louder, keening and rolling in the overstimulating sensation of his sex. 

His movements became frantic, and you could hear him grunting with a joyful rage. Then, silence. Everything went still. He froze, buried deep inside you, sunk to the hilt. He was coming in you, dumping load after load of hot spend, letting it pool at the furthest point he could reach, letting his prick paint your asshole white with his cream. 

Without saying a word, he pulled out, backing away from you. You heard him rustling around in his pockets, and then silence again when he found what he was looking for. 

“Fuck. Holy fuck… Gaz, are you gonna help me out of here?” You asked, panting and well-used, wondering about his promise. 

“Mmm, I dunno, baby. Looks like the meeting just let out. Give the lads a note, will ya?”

You felt the cold tip of a marker slide across your ass cheek, and you called back to him,

“Hey! What the fuck?”

“Gaz… was… here… There we go. All set. Good luck with your situation, lovie. When you get free, come find me for round two, yeah?”

“Are you seriously gonna leave me here?” You asked him in disbelief. 

“Yeah, the boys look pretty eager to help you, so I’ll let them have a go at it. I’m sure they’ll get you out. Ghost’s got a thing for puzzles. Oh, here. Hold onto this for me, would ya?”

You felt him slide the body of the thick Sharpie into your asshole, plugging his come inside of you, ready for the next man in line to leave his mark.

[gaymurdersalad]

Jack! You should try talking it out with Dave. Tell him how you feel, how from your perspective how tiring and agonising this whole situation is.

Dave cares about you a lot. I'm sure he'll understand you.

> Fuck you! Quit giving me those puppy dog eyes! It’s not gonna work this time, no, you’re not gonna ruin my life and waltz back in like we’re still friends. I only liked you when I hated myself. Get it through that fucking lobotomized skull, you purple leech.

> … Do you even realize what you’re sayin’ to me, Sportsy?

> I know exactly what I’m saying! You deaf too, you bastard?

> I didn’t ask for your help! Y’know, Sportsy, I coulda been perfectly fine rotting in that alleyway! You didn’t HAVE to drag me back to your home just to fuckin’ chew me out you goddamn hypocrite! What the fuck is wrong with you?!

> It was a moment of weakness. Never in my right mind would I ever let you back in here!

> Sportsy, I know that ain’t really what you think, so can you stop bein’ so goddamn difficult and just tell me what the hell is pissin’ you off today?

> Today? Today?! You’ve been making my life fucking miserable since the moment I met you! You saw I was struggling, you noticed that I hated the company, and instead of leaving me well enough alone, you took advantage of me and made me do your fucking dirty work! I was prepared to do good, I was prepared to save whatever kid was stupid enough to let your cryptid ass lure them into the backroom, but god, when offered with the opportunity to burn it all down, I took it! I couldn’t have met a worse person, someone who fed into that fucking hate and malice and made me worse!

> You’re— You’re blaming me? Sportsy, You’re grown! You are a grown man, you made your own goddamn decision! How are you being so childish right now?! Stop tryin’ to escape the parts you don’t like about yourself, just deal with ‘em like every other adult!

> Deal with it?

> I killed children! Little kids!

> And that’s somehow my fault?

> If you’d have never been there, I never would have done it.

> But you did, you stupid motherfucker, you did! So grow up!

> If you weren’t so fucking obsessed with the legacy of a man that doesn’t even love you, I would never be here! I’d still be living my shitty existence with my shitty family in a shitty house that I couldn’t afford in a shitty world with a shitty job! Your bullfuckery cost me a life, it costed dozens of kids their futures, it destroyed families! Telling me to grow up?? You can only do whatever the fuck your daddy tells you to do!

> Do you know what the hell this means to me? Do you even understand why I’m doin’ this at all? It’s ‘cause I trust him, Sportsy, I trust him with my life ‘cause he’s saved it over and over again! You don’t know what’s happened to me, you don’t know what the hell I’ve seen, what Henry’s dragged me out of! You’ll never fuckin’ understand what he means to me!

> You’re right. I don’t know. Although what I do know, as any other sane, rational person would, is that whatever he’s done for you, it does not justify snuffing out the lives of little kids as some twisted form of gratitude.

> You’re bein’ really unfair!

> Unfair?? I didn’t realize murder was unfair! Okay, you should have every right to take someone else’s life! It’s only fair! It’s only right ‘cause it’s Henry!

> You’re just sayin’ that ‘cause you ain’t never had a dad, you don’t know what the fuck I’d lose if I didn’t satisfy him!

> …

> Yeah, turns out I ain’t brain dead, you soulless bastard. I remember everything you’ve ever told me. Everything you spilled outta those rotten guts in Vegas. You wanna know why, you sick fuck? ‘Cause I liked you. I liked how you treated me, like a person. Lookin’ at me wit’ them doe eyes, so fuckin’ receptive and so goddamn… affectionate.

> Look, Sportsy, I know you whether you want me to or not. I know you don’t hate me, I know you never did. I don’t hate you neither. It’s not a question of if you’re ashamed of what you’ve done or whether it’s my fault or not— you like me. You are so fuckin’ violated to know that I can see through you. Sometimes that’s what I like about you, but right now it’s pissin’ me off. Lay down the goddamn charades and tell me what you want without usin’ any of that goddamn language you were dishin’ out earlier.

> Stop living for Henry.

> …

> Stop making it impossible for me to like you.

> … I can be close with Henry and still be your friend, Sportsy—

> No, you can’t! My entire reason for existence is to right Henry’s wrongs! My best friend cannot be his fucking protégé! Dave, you don’t understand what this is doing to me! I want you more than I want to do good in the world! Do you realize how sincerely fucked up that is?!

> … You’re not the only one who feels this way, Sportsy. This is puttin’ me in a uncomfortable position too. You’re askin’ me for a lot.

> I didn’t realize not murdering anyone required serious introspection.

> Gah, it’s not just about the murder, get over it! That’s all you ever wanna fuckin’ talk about! The very fuckin’ notion that I should lay all my loyalties down for the likes of you is downright insulting— the one who abandoned me after givin’ me a taste of humanity! Yer a joke and a conman and I cannot fuckin’ stand you!

> Yet I care about what you think of me, which is the wildest part of it all! I want you to like me again, but as you’ve so clearly forced down my throat, you won’t do it again unless I betray my own father! Unless I submit to YOUR goddamn ideology! Is it just that you’re usin’ me? Do you just want another pair of hands just like I asked for yours all those years ago? Trynna worm your way into a heartless vessel, are ya? All I got left is my brain, Sportsy, and you and that pink fuck are rippin’ it apart at the seams! Gah!

> You ain’t blameless yourself, anyhow! What, you had one good trip on ether and decided you were a saint? You’ve killed same as me, don’t you dare try and look down on me like you’re any better! So easily persuaded to kill, so easily persuaded to spare— can you ever make up your goddamn mind, or are you just gonna let people boss you around your entire afterlife? Yer like a fuckin’ sheep, like goddamn livestock for people that wanna use you! Turns out we ain’t so different after all, huh?!

> GOD, YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING PLAGUE!

> I WISH I NEVER TOLD YOU TO SKIP WORK! I WISH I MAIMED YOU IN THAT SPRINGLOCK SUIT, I WISH EVERY RIGGED PIECE IN THAT FUCKIN’ THING WRANG THE LIFE OUTTA YOU OUT FOR GOOD! GOD, I WISH YOU WERE FUCKIN’ DEAD!

> … You… You wish you what…?

> …!

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hilo! Can you do the easy boys with an extra ticklish reader?????

Easy co. dating an extra ticklish s/o!

a/n: Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you enjoy lovely! 💗

genre: romance; fluff

warnings: sorry guys i used the word tickle like a 100 times in this, there’s a little suggestion!

description: The men of easy co. reacting to you (their s/o) being extra ticklish!

Taglist: @executethyself35 @linhkhanhcps @1waveshortofashipwreck @grumpy-liebgott @barbeygirl @samwinchesterslostshoe @ronsenthal @sweetxvanixlla @mstiemountainhop (If you want to be on this list, let me know!! :))

BoB masterlist

Dick Winters: He thinks it’s adorable. The first time he tickled you he probably wouldn’t even have meant to do it on purpose, like maybe his finger brushed beside your arm and you immediately started to laugh hysterically. He would think something was wrong with you until you told him lmao. He’ll keep it in mind though next time you try to tickle him.

Lewis Nixon: “Oh come on! You can’t run away now!” He’d figure out how ticklish you were when he decided it would be nice to give you a sweet kiss on your neck. Then he would completely take advantage of the fact that you are extremely ticklish there and start kissing the same spot over and over again.

Carwood Lipton: He would discover all of this when he was trying to be a gentleman to you and give you a nice foot massage after a long day on your feet. The moment he puts his hands on the back of your sole you would be in a giggling fit. He would sit there and look confused, waiting for some sort of joke. Once you told him, he would find it cute and laugh it off with you.

Joe Toye: When you tell him that you get ticklish very easily, he isn’t quite sure what to think of it at first. When he wraps his arms around your waist and sees you break into immediate laughter, he gets it then, and he finds it to be the cutest thing ever. He’ll tickle you over and over again just to hear that pretty laugh of yours.

Joe Liebgott: “Oh come on honey, you’re really that ticklish, huh? I guess I’ll have to keep that in mind for later then.” He honestly doesn’t believe you when you tell him how ticklish you were at first, but like nix, he’d try to be smooth and kiss your neck, and have you in a giggling fit in return. “Oh doll, it can’t be too bad, i’m just tryin’ to give ya’ some lovin’ that’s all.”

Bill Guarnere: I feel like this fucker here is going to make it into somethins sexual when it’s really not lmao. Like once he knows that you’re super ticklish, he's going to purposefully tickle you until you're begging for him to stop, and once you’re doing that he’s already in the mood to do something else iykyk. Better to just not tell him at all LOLL.

George Luz: When you tell him you can be extra ticklish at times he is taking that to his advantage 100%. If you guys are in the middle of some play fight and he knows you’re winning, he's gonna start tickling you, same for anything else you could be beating him at. Whenever he just wants to hear your laugh his immediate thought is to tickle you and it makes him feel SO happy

Eugene Roe: Now he wants to get into a million tickle battles with you. The sweetest thing about it is if he was hugging you or touching somewhere where you were ticklish he would ask if you were okay and if he needed to move his hand to make you comfortable. ( because he knows how frustrating that must get at times and he’d hate to accidentally hurt you.)

Bull Randleman: He doesn’t have much of a reaction when you tell him other than thinking that it’s a cute niche trait of yours. I think he wouldn’t really tickle you unless he was having a horrible day and just really needed to hear you laugh. Kinda like Bull, he'd be wary of touching one of your tickle spots and accidentally irritate that spot since you’re sensitive there.

Floyd Talbert: He’s similar to luz when you tell him that, he’s going to take it to his advantage and use it against you anytime he needs the upper hand (in a very playful way of course.) He’s also kinda like Bill too in the same way that he likes hearing you beg lol. Whenever you’re feeling sad, be ready to be tickled by him until you feel better haha.

Skip Muck: Oh gosh, once you tell him that you’re very ticklish he’s now going to tickle you every time you get some exciting news, need some cheering up, want some physical touch from him, literally anything possible, he just needs a reason to tickle you. He loves making sure your and his relationship is very lightweight and happy, and that's the best way to do it.

Don Malarkey: Honestly tickling you is his way of flirting with you before you guys ever got into an established romantic relationship. Once you guys are in that relationship he’ll still do it in a flirty way loll. He also really finds it as a form of intimacy, it's his way of being close to you, and seeing you smile always feels nice too.

Babe Heffron: “No way! Me too!” This is completely fanon but I have this idea in my head that he would also be extremely ticklish too. Like you and him would be trying to cuddle and both end up fighting for y’all’s lives because you guys are accidentally tickling each other. It’s also his biggest weapon against you so beware lol.

Shifty Powers: He would be the perfect partner for a very ticklish person because he knows when it's appropriate and not appropriate to do it. He knows that being tickled after a while can hurt, so if and when he is tickling you he won’t do it for too long. As long as you are laughing and having a good time then he’s good with it.

Frank Perconte: He’s the type of guy that likes to sneak up on you and tickle that spot on your neck when you’re focusing on something. He loves fucking with you like that. He knows that tickling you is your biggest weakness so he will use it against you anytime he needs the upper hand (Like floyd lmao.)

Ronald Speirs: You would tell him that you’re ticklish, but the horrible thing is, this man couldn’t be able to tickle someone correctly even if his life depended on it. The thing is, whenever he tries to tickle you he ends up digging his fingertips into you which just makes you hurt in the end. He gets an A for effort though.

Johnny Martin: He probably won’t tickle you a whole lot, mostly because he’s not always the most playful, but if you had started tickling him first he would definitely be there to finish it and win at the unspoken tickle war lol. He would be the guy to swear he’s just not ticklish but once you get to that one spot on his side, it’s game over for him.

Skinny Sisk: He’s just like Luz, he’s going to take full advantage of the fact that you’re super ticklish, he loves loves LOVES being playful with you so tickling is always a go-to for him. He also does it when he just really wants to be close to you but doesn’t know how to express that to you. His favorite spot to tickle you is gotta be that spot under your armpit.

Chuck Grant: He thinks it’s super adorable that you get so ticklish so easily. The only thing is, like Speirs, he isn’t very good at tickling at all LOL. He does this one thing that is so cute and it's called, “Hand tickling” which is just caressing your hand in a very fast way lmao. Not a very good tickler but he gets an A+ for creativity and effort.

David Webster: He doesn’t like tickling you a whole lot for a number of reasons, one because too much of it can stimulate seizures, brain aneurysm, and eventually death. (He’s just a tad bit dramatic lol.) And if he does tickle you it’s probably because you started it first. I could definitely see him doing it a lot by accident though.

Buck Compton: He’s like Skip in this scenario. Now just because you told him that you get ticklish very easily, he is going to go out of his way to try and tickle you almost 24/7. Like almost every other night before you and him go to bed, he’s giving himself some corny ass name like “The Tickle Monster” lmao.

Thank you for your cute request!! If you enjoyed, please make sure to like or reblog!! I love you all! <333

[callmelittlebuttercup]

Better than Coffee - Oneshot

Joel Miller x f!Reader Oneshot

Summary: Joel and Reader take a pit stop on one of their smuggling trips due to a snow storm and take advantage of their alone time.

Content Warnings: 18+MDNI, unprotected p in v, fingering, pet names (mostly baby), corny flirting, pre-established relationship, dom!Joel, sub!Reader, noEllie!au, smuggler!Joel, smuggler!Reader

I woke up to the sound of the bedroom door being shut. Naturally I popped up as fast as my aching body would let me, and ran to see who it was. Joel was standing in the kitchenette making coffee. He glanced over his shoulder and said “Shit- sorry I was tryin’ to be quiet.” I shook my head and grabbed a mug from the cupboard, eager for caffeine. “You're gonna be sorry you woke me up. That coffee’s all mine.” I teased. I received the smallest smirk I’d ever seen as he grabbed my cup from my hand and poured the hot, liquid heaven almost to the top. “Thanks.” I said before taking a sip. It burnt my tongue so badly, but I didn’t care, it warmed the rest of me up.

There was no heat in the dorm we broke into, and it had been snowing for days. I had dug through the drawers of the abandoned college dorm and found as many layers of clothing, but it still wasn’t enough to stop the freezing winter. “I told you to take my jacket.” Joel grumbled, “you’re shivering.” I sat on the dusty couch and wrapped my hands around the hot mug. “I’m fine for the millionth time. I have my 10 hoodies, and you need the jacket more than me. So stop worrying.” I stared out the window at the snow covered buildings.

I imagined people walking from building to building, switching classes and saying “hi” to their friends on the way. I envied the people who got to graduate, unlike me. The world went to shit the day before my commencement.

“This storm better let up, we gotta keep movin'.” Joel said, pulling me out of my day dream. I sighed, “Can’t we just say here? We have everything we need. Beds, water, food.” He looked at me, “If we don't get this shit to these people they'll come lookin' for us, plus we have ten days worth of food left, and then what?” “We start eating each other, bit by bit until there’s nothing left! Easy!” He rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee, “I wish I’d been quieter this morning.” I frowned, putting down my coffee and slinking over to where he was at the table. He instinctively turned his legs towards me, and I perched myself on his lap. He reluctantly put his hand on my back, still getting used to being able to touch me in this way. I leaned down to his ear and whispered “I don’t think you do.” He breathed out, and adjusted himself on the chair. “I do.” He said, trying to keep his composure. I grabbed his other hand from his coffee mug and placed it on my thigh. He tried to keep his eyes on the floor, but I put my fingers on his chin and guided his eyes to mine. “Joel, whether you like it or not, I’m yours.” His gaze softened, and I think he finally realized, fuck it.  He snaked his arm further around my waist and tucked his other arm in the crook of my knees. He stood up with a grunt and carried me over to the bedroom. “Oh so I don’t get to finish my coffee?” I said as he laid me onto the creaky, anything but soft, bed. “Later.” He began to peel off my first layer of clothing, “But it’s gonna get cold.” I whined. He paused, bringing his face close and locking his dark eyes onto mine, “Just shut up and let me fuck you.” My stomach twisted into knots and my pussy throbbed for him so much it was painful.

Him taking off the layers alone was taking too long so I got up, pushed him onto the bed, and practically ripped everything else off. His eyes looked as if he was staring at the world's most indulgent dessert. I lunged for his belt buckle and he helped with his coat and his shirt. Once both of us were exposed to the freezing air, the only thing keeping us warm was our hands traversing each other’s bodies. He laid me down and positioned his body over mine, holding himself up with one hand and placing the other on my pussy. He slid his fingers up and down my slit as he watched my eyes plead for him to go further. He kissed me gently and I felt two of his fingers slide into me. I breathed in quickly, and bit my lip with pleasure. He then leaned down and flicked his tongue over my nipple, knowing it would turn me feral. His fingers continued swirling around my clit, and I felt the pleasure building, but I didn’t want to cum just yet. “Goddammit Joel just get inside of me.” I said through my teeth and reached down to pull his throbbing cock out of his underwear. Precum dripped onto my stomach as I stroked it gently. I reached down to my pussy,  got my fingers wet, and used that to entice him in. “Fuck,” he breathed. Man of few words.

Finally he got impatient too and pushed himself inside of me. I let out a cry and his eyes snapped up to meet mine, making sure I was ok. I smiled and nodded, “You’re fine. Just adjusting.” I said shakily. He nodded and slowly thrusted into me, allowing me to acclimate to his size. He watched himself slide in and out of me, and I watched him. He quickened his pace, and I moaned in reassurance. He leaned down and licked my bottom lip. I opened and he slipped his tongue inside, and fucked me harder so that I could barely kiss him back. Soon after he grabbed my waist and turned me around. He slid his hand up my back and pressed  my chest into the bed. His cock went deeper into me in this position and I could barely hold myself together anymore. “Oh my god I’m gonna cum-“ I gasped, and he immediately pulled out of me. “What the fu-“ he put his hand over my mouth and pulled me around to face him, “Not without looking me in the eyes. I wanna see your pretty face.” He grunted, picked me up, and shoved himself inside me as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

My hands gripped his shoulders tightly as I stared into his eyes, completely unable to hide the helpless look on my face. “That’s right, baby, cum for me.” He breathed and gripped my waist tighter as he slammed my body up and down on his cock. I was gasping for air and before I new it my core was convulsing and tightening around him and I couldn’t stifle my pleasure. I buried my head in his neck but he grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him. He said sternly, “eyes.” I struggled to focus on him as I peaked, but was able to make out his satisfied grin as I regained my breath. “Good girl.” He laid me back down on the bed and his breaths quickened. He pulled out quickly and his hot cum landed on my stomach and chest. He finished off his few strokes and collapsed next to me. I looked over at him and took his hand in mine, letting him catch his breath. “I think we can stay one more day.” He said. “How about ten?”

[trensu]

So this was originally a little ficlet i added to @gyroshrike's EXCELLENT angel dust fanart. You should check it out IMMEDIATELY. Anyway, I ended up writing it out into a proper fic so I could post it to ao3 here. and i thought i might as well make it its own tumblr post as well since the fic is done already. Enjoy!

“What do you mean no?” Cherri asks, annoyed. “This is the fifth fucking outfit you’ve shot down.”

Angel doesn’t know why he thought Cherri would be helpful on this shopping trip. He forgot that Cherri’s idea of fashion involves singed tops and torn up bottoms. He snatches the clothes from Cherri’s hands and throws them back on the rack.

“Ya keep pickin’ slutty clothes!” Angel replies, also annoyed. 

“That’s because you are a slut, bitch.”

Angel gives her a two fingered salute because he’s fucking cultured. Cherri cackles and flips him off in return. Angel marches to the other end of the store to the rack full of boring colors like navy, gray, and black. They don’t go with his coloring at all. It’s the only rack left he hasn’t looked through in the entire store, though. Cherri follows behind him, purposely shoving racks and mannequins to make a mess as they go.

“Well, I ain’t tryin’ ta look slutty this time,” Angel says as he aggressively inspects the rack of clothing.

“Good luck getting that cat in bed after your date,” Cherri snorts.

“It’s a first date! Husk ain’t like that,” Angel says, feeling a bit offended on Husk’s behalf. “He’s a gentleman.”

“Yeah, the drunk arsehole is a total gentleman,” Cherri rolls her eye. 

“He is about this kinda thing. He’s a classy guy, okay? So I’m givin’ classy a try,” Angel insists. He reaches the end of the rack with nothing to show for it. He growls. “Fuck this place, it ain’t got shit. Let’s go.”

“Fuck yes! About fucking time,” Cherri cheers.

After blowing off steam with Cherri, Angel sneaks back into the hotel. Not that he’d done anything wrong; he just doesn’t want to bump into Husker at the bar after the spectacular failure of a shopping trip. He’s stressed because he was running out of time to get an outfit together. He knows he gets catty under pressure. (Ha. Catty.) He doesn’t want to risk getting catty with Husker.

Once inside, Angel wanders the upper levels for a bit until he is absolutely sure that Charlie was nowhere around. He knows Charlie would be overjoyed to help but she's about as subtle as machine gunfire when she's happy. Angel wants his future upscale look to be a surprise for Husk.

Since Charlie can’t be considered, Angel is left with one last option. With extreme reluctance, he makes his way to Charlie’s room. He makes sure not to show anything but confidence and charm when he knocks on the door.

Vaggie opens it with a scowl.

“Angel. What do you want?” Vaggie asks in that flat yet annoyed tone she was so good at doing.

“Heyyy, Vaggie. Ya know that redemption thing Charlie always yaps about?” Angel starts. Vaggie’s scowl deepens, so Angel continues before she could say anything. “I was thinkin’ I should change up my look, so I ain’t so sexy and tempting. Looking like a prude is a virtue, ain’t it? You’re the biggest prude I know! Wanna help a fella out? For redemption and sh–uh, stuff?”

Angel bats his eyes at Vaggie, channeling his ‘I’m a sweet, naive virgin, please take advantage of me’ character. It’s a very popular character in his line of work. He is much better at that than at looking innocent but he figures it’s basically the same thing. Vaggie glares at him. Okay, slight miscalculation on Angel’s part, then.

“No,” she says, and tries to close the door. Angel catches it with two hands before it shuts completely.

“Wait!”

“I’m not helping you with whatever porno you’re doing,” Vaggie says. 

“It ain’t for porn!” Angel says. He’s not exactly insulted that Vaggie assumed it was a porn thing, but he’s not not insulted either. He’s got a life outside of porn, sometimes!

Vaggie stares at him. It’s an expectant stare. It’s a stare that clearly says Angel has to give her a reason to not harpoon him with that spear she carries everywhere. (It’s also super judgemental but that doesn’t offend Angel since Vaggie looks at everyone except Charlie judgmentally).

A small jolt of embarrassment hits him. He wishes it was a porn thing now. 

He doesn’t want to say it out loud, this tiny frail chance Husk gave him by asking him out. If he says it out loud, Vaggie will scoff. She’d roll her eyes and ask him why he’s even bothering to try. Does he really think anyone would seriously want to date a cokehead pornstar? This is a pipe dream and Husker will get fed up with him so fast.

(Vaggie wouldn’t say any of that, a part of Angel knows. Those were Valentino’s words, but he’s so sure that Vaggie must have thought it at least once. Everybody must think that about him at least once).

The longer he stays quiet the more Vaggie’s glare softens until she starts to look genuinely concerned. And, fuck, Angel can’t have that. He’d die (again) if Vaggie felt sorry enough to be nice to him. He pastes on his smile and keeps his tone girlfriend-ly.

“I got a hot date, Vaggie, that’s all,” Angel says. “Wanna try somethin’ a little different for it.”

Vaggie is not convinced by his nonchalance which makes Angel wonder if he’s losing his touch. His acting skills are second to none! She should be eating out of the palm of his hand with this performance! Instead, she marches out of the room and waves him along.

“Follow me,” Vaggie says in her drill sergeant voice that makes everyone who hears it straighten their spine and find themselves already halfway to a salute.

Angel learns that Vaggie approaches clothes shopping with the same tactical focus and determination she approaches any mission, which is weird but whatever. She stealthily leads him to the nicer side of town into a more upscale shop than Angel is used to. She marches through the shop without bothering to ask Angel for his input on anything. Still she manages to pick out a few outfits that went well with his coloring and in his size. Angel has never appreciated her observational skills more.

“Try these on and show me,” she demands, piling her pickings into both sets of Angel’s arms and shoving him into a dressing room.

Angel complies without protest. He sashays out of the dressing room like a supermodel four times before Vaggie nods in satisfaction on the last option. She actually smiles at him.

“This one. You’ll impress your date with this one,” Vaggie says without a hint of irony.

Angel smiles back and thanks her enthusiastically. He ignores how he hadn’t recognized himself in the mirror in any of the outfits. He ignores how uncomfortable the clothes feel on his body. The clothes are classy, just like Husker prefers. That’s what matters.

–

When Husker shows up at his door for their date, he does a double take.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Husk asks, confused.

Angel starts to lean flirtatiously into his space, a salacious come on right on the tip of his tongue. He catches himself halfway and quickly straightens himself with an awkward laugh.

“Just somethin’ I found in the back of the closet,” he lies through his teeth.

He’d devoted time to doing his makeup just right and making sure the clothes were crisp and clean. He still feels uncomfortable in them but all things considered, Angel thinks the final product came out pretty good. The way Husker looks at him now makes him wonder if he overestimated his looks for once.

Husk’s eyes narrow as he studies Angel. His gaze trails Angel top to bottom. It doesn’t feel very sexy but Angel supposes the point is to not look like a whore so this means he succeeded, right? 

“Sure,” Husk says, notes of confusion still in his tone. “You ready to go?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, of course!” Angel stutters like a moron.

“Alright,” Husker says after a beat.

Husk gives Angel another suspicious look, shoulders tense and wings pulled close. Something shifts in his expression that Angel can’t read. He’s afraid it might be disappointment. Husker shakes out his wings and offers Angel his arm, which Angel accepts with relief.

“So, where ya takin’ me, Huskie?”

Husker tells him about a little place with good food, better drinks, and a live jazz band. As they walk out of the hotel, Angel almost cozies up against Husk, so tempted to rub his cheek against Husker’s furry ear. He catches himself again and over-corrects by pulling away from Husk until their linked arms are the only point of contact. Husk stumbles a bit with the weight shift. He shoots him another indecipherable look. Husker opens his mouth to say something but appears to change his mind and snaps it shut.

That’s okay, though, right? Husker wasn’t much of a talker anyway! Angel fills the silence between them with nervous babble. Angel is normally very good at conversation but tonight he keeps having to stop and restart mid-sentence when his stories get crass. Being crass is not good first date behavior. Husker grunts every now and then but it’s clear he’s only listening with half an ear. It doesn’t help Angel’s nerves at all.

The date goes downhill from there.

Husker finds them a booth when they arrive at their destination and helps Angel order their food and drinks. He points out several he thinks Angel will like.

Usually, he and Husker can pound back alcohol like nobody’s business. They sometimes make a game of it and those nights are some of the best Angel has because he gets to see Husker soften and relax in his company. However, Angel is an affectionate drunk and Husk has had to nudge Angel away more than once those nights. Husker is always sweet about it now, with gentle hands and amusement in his eyes. Husker always helps him back to his room afterwards like a perfect gentlemanly escort. Despite that, Angel can’t help feeling a bit stung at the rejection each time.

Tonight, he only orders one drink. He knows he can’t be getting too handsy with Husk on their date. He’s sure it would annoy him. He doesn’t want Husker to regret asking him out. With his focus strictly on keeping up his good behavior and watching his alcohol intake, Angel barely touches the food Husker recommended to him. 

Husker keeps shooting him these looks that make Angel anxious. With each glance, Husker slinks deeper into his taciturn demeanor. Of course, Angel overcompensates with his babbling. At one point, Husk has to shush him during the jazz show. Angel clacks his jaws shut in shame, because he knows how much Husker likes jazz and here he is ruining the experience for him. At least Husk is nice enough to hold Angel’s hands throughout the rest of the show, though he probably only does it to keep Angel from fidgeting too much.

When they leave the joint, Husker doesn’t offer his arm again. He doesn’t even walk very close to him. Angel's stomach churns so much, he’s afraid if he opens his mouth to speak, he’ll puke the two bites of food he ate earlier.

They’re halfway back to the hotel when Husk clears his throat. His hands are in his pockets as he trudges on, keeping his eyes on the crumbling sidewalk.

“You didn’t have to say yes,” Husk says, not even glancing at Angel or faltering in his steps as he speaks. Angel, on the other hand, halts in confusion.

“What?” Angel asks, not sure what Husker was talking about but the tone of voice made his stomach drop. Husk sighs, stopping in his tracks to finally look up at Angel. His face was closed off in his standard apathetic frown.

“When I asked you out,” Husker says, his tone going to his usual bored gruffness. He hasn’t used that tone towards Angel in a long time. Hints of panic start crawling up Angel’s veins. “You didn’t have to say yes.”

“What?” Angel asks again like a fucking idiot. He hopes he doesn’t sound as shaky and pathetic as he feels.

Husker’s voice goes flatter though his tail has started to twitch uneasily.

“You should’ve said no if you didn’t want to…be with me. We woulda been fine.”

“Huskie–”

And at last some of that soft, hidden sincerity crept back into Husker’s voice. Only a little bit, but it’s there.

“I’d still be your friend, Legs,” Husker says, gazing into Angel’s eyes and sounding painfully honest. “I wouldn’t abandon you over that.”

“No! I-I–”

Husker looks away with a bitter grin. Angel’s heart cracked at the sight.

“I’d need a day or two to lick my wounds, but I knew it was a long shot anyway. I woulda come back,” Husker shrugs when he finishes going for nonchalance, but his wings are once again curled protective and close, making his usual slouch look less like carelessness and more like defeat. Husker doesn’t wait for Angel’s response, instead choosing to continue walking back to the hotel.

Angel stands in place, floored by how badly he fucked up. He notices his breathing becoming erratic. He does his best to do the calming breathing thing Charlie taught them all. It works well enough to get him running to Husker again though Angel still feels unsteady and insecure. Most of him is screaming to fucking book it in the other direction because fuck, fuck, Angel hates feelings. But Husker also hates feelings and he basically threw up his guts at Angel despite it. The least Angel can do is return the gesture, right? He owes Husker that much.

“Husker, wait!” he shouts. 

Husker’s posture becomes more guarded but he doesn’t acknowledge Angel’s call. Angel catches up quickly (Husk can’t go too far too fast with those short legs, Angel thinks, helplessly fond despite the anxiety). Dodging around Husker’s wings that quiver with tension, Angel grabs the crook of his arm to bring him to a stop and place himself in Husk’s way. He lets go quickly at Husk’s glare but somehow manages to stand his ground.

“I did want! Husk, I wanted ta say yes, I wanted ta go on this date so much,” Angel says desperately, feeling a telltale burning around his eyes and hating himself for it.

The tension in Husker’s body breaks free as his patience caves to his temper. His wings flare open and his tail whips side to side aggressively.

“Then why are you acting so fucking fake? With the clothes and you treating me like I got the fucking plague! I thought we were done with that bullshit,” Husker snaps furiously.

“Cuz I wanted ta…I wanted ta be good for ya, Husk,” Angel chokes out, shoulders slumped in defeat. “You like classy. I wanted ta be a good, classy sorta guy for ya. I-I fucked up. I always fuck this shit up. I don’t mean ta do it.”

Angel stares at the poor excuse of a sidewalk they’re on, blinking back tears. Husker doesn’t say anything for a long time. Angel nearly loses his nerve and turns tail when Husker speaks again.

“You fucking dumbass,” Husk says. 

His voice is deep and warm and fond, the way it is on their drinking nights together. Angel’s head snaps to Husk at his words. That cocky little smirk– the one Angel first saw after Husk had pulled him out of his self-destructive spiral at the club and realized that if he wasn't careful he'd lose his heart to the guy–has replaced the angry slant of Husk’s mouth.

“Hey!” Angel protests with a cautious smile. Husk rolls his eyes.

“Don’t expect compliments if you’re gonna act stupid,” Husk says and offers his arm to Angel. “You’re already classy enough for me, Legs.”

Angel takes his arm and looks down at him slyly.

“But not good, huh?” Angel tries to tease but Husker doesn’t take it.

Instead, Husk looks at him intensely and says firmly, “If this redemption shit the princess keeps talking about ain’t total bullshit, you’d be the one to make it.”

“Oh,” Angel says, stunned, then adds to cover how hard it made his heart beat, “Husker, ya big ol’ flirt. I betcha say that ta all the pretty boys.”

“Fuck you,” Husk grins at him. Angel bats his eyes and lets his voice go all breathy.

“Oh, yes! Please, daddy,” Angel simpers. He adds a loud moan for good measure. Husker throws his head back with a rough, loud laugh. Angel knows immediately he wants to hear it again forever.

By the time Husk drops Angel off at the door of his room, the pair of them have relaxed significantly. Angel opens the door slightly to peek in on Fat Nuggets. After he makes sure his Nugs is sleeping soundly, Angel catches Husk’s sleeve before he could make a sneaky escape.

“Hey, Husk, can we get a do-over? A new first date? I want ta do it right next time.” Angel asks shyly. The corner of Husk’s mouth quirks up, making his golden eyes crinkle in a way that makes Angel’s heart melt.

“Depends,” Husker says with that charming smirk. “You gonna wear that stupid outfit next time?”

“Oh baby,” Angel says, plastering himself against the door frame in one of his sexiest poses. “I’m gonna wear my sluttiest dress for my handsome kitty. Everyone’s gonna wish they were you when they see us togetha.”

Husk snorts.

“When you put it like that…”

“You can put it wherever ya want, daddy,” Angel flirts. He’s only half-joking but he keeps his hands to himself to keep things light. Husker rolls his eyes in good humor.

“A do-over sounds good.”

Angel drops the pose instantly, beaming at Husk.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Angel’s heart flutters at the small smile that accompanies Husk’s assurance.

“Next week?”

Husker nods in agreement.

“Great!” Angel said, probably a little too enthusiastically.

Before Angel canlose his nerve, he dips down and presses a light, meek kiss on Husker’s cheek. When he pulls back, Husker’s eyes are as wide as saucers and his wings have puffed up in a way Angel hadn’t seen before. If Angel didn’t know any better, he’d say Husker was downright flustered. And oh god, Angel wanted to make him blush all over. Husker would be so cute in bed.

“G‘night, Huskie!” Angel says quickly and slams the door closed behind him.

After nearly tearing himself out of the uncomfortable clothes, Angel crawls into bed wearing only his boxer briefs. Next time, he thinks to himself in joy and disbelief. I get a next time.

He knows it will be perfect because next time he’ll be himself. Angel. Because that’s all Husker wanted. Just Angel.

He curls up around Fat Nuggets and allows himself one quiet, happy squeal.

[pahtoosh]

mornings and kisses

[image ID: a moodboard on a blue background. there is a photo of croissants and another of brownies on the left. the right side is a photo of a messy bed. a photo of sebastian stan with long hair is in the middle. /.end ID]

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

18+

wc: ~360 words

warnings: i read this and then never wanted to get out of bed ever again !!

a/n: day 2 of my summer celebration!!! there are two pieces today, this one and then another drabble with lee!!! I'm so excited for you all to read them!!!

pairing: chef!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary: your daddy gets to sleep in with you

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You woke up with a big stretch and then closed your eyes again, turning to the side and hugging your stuffy close. 

Bucky chuckled, “Good morning, baby.”

You whined, not wanting to get out of bed yet. Then, you gave your daddy a confused look. Normally, you’d wake up by yourself on weekdays. Bucky’s bakery opened up early in the morning and you liked sleeping in, so your mornings typically started alone. You would read the note Bucky left for you on the nightstand, get ready for the day, and then call your daddy for a morning check-in. If you didn’t have any other plans, you’d walk to the bakery and spend the day hanging out with him while he worked. 

“Why you not workin’?”

“Tryin’ to kick me out, sugar?” Bucky teased. 

“Noooo.” You set your stuffie aside and cuddled your daddy. He was the best cuddler. His arms were big and strong from carrying stuff in the bakery. Also, he had a soft tummy that you loved to lay your head on. Bucky’s cuddling style was to trap you with his large body, acting as your weighted blanket. Sometimes you’d switch it up and you’d be the one trapping him, but he usually preferred the first one. 

With you resting comfortably in his arms, Bucky began to explain. “There was a power outage, the whole building’s out for a few hours.”

You nodded against his chest. It was nice feeling the vibrations of his voice as he talked. “You go back later?”

“Mhm.” Bucky kissed the top of your head. “But for now I just wanna be with my baby. I’m gonna give you alllll the morning cuddles and kisses we’ve missed out on.”

You giggled excitedly and pressed a kiss to your daddy’s chubby cheek. 

He returned the gesture. 

You kissed his other cheek then, and he did the same to you. You kept going back and forth like that until Bucky held you tight and kissed the same spot on your neck over and over again, making you squeal. 

He might take advantage of your ticklish spots, but there was no better place than in your daddy’s arms.

[hiraeth-witch-11]

Forgotten Potatoes

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, thigh riding, fingering, oral (f recieving), PIV sex, wrap it before you tap it, aftercare

Word Count: 3000ish

Billy was, once again, late to dinner. You know he’s busy, being a CEO is a lot of work and you respect that. You also know he spends plenty of time out picking up women. The least he could do was show up on time for his best friend. The two of you eat dinner at the same time every week, it’s not hard to remember. The sight of him rushing through your door, almost an hour late has you forcing yourself to take deep breaths to keep from snapping.

“I am so sorry, sweetheart. A meetin’ ran late and traffic was hell.”

“It’s fi- is that a hickey?” You were about to let his tardiness go, you really were. But the sight of the faint bruise on the right side of his neck has you fuming.

“Probably from the other night, my date got a bit carried away,” Billy grins, but you aren’t smiling.

“Carried away. Right.” You turn from him, making some excuse about checking the potatoes. He sees right through you.

“You seem upset.”

“No shit, Sherlock. You’re 52 minutes late and have a frickin’ hickey. Were you expecting me to be happy about that?” You’re overreacting, you know you are. You have no right to react this way about Billy’s sex life. This is nothing new. You don’t know why you’re so angry right now.

“I apologized for being late, sweetheart. You’ve never been upset about seeing marks before.” His tone is amused and it’s just ticking you off even further. 

“Usually your ‘dates’ know better than to leave them in obvious places.”

“Are you- are you jealous?” 

“Why would I be jealous?” You scoff.

Billy tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t know, sweetheart. You tell me?”

You gulp and try to maintain your quickly fading anger as it’s replaced with desire. “Don’t tease me, William. Unless you want me to burn your food?”

“I think I’d rather eat something else.” Billy’s staring at you with an intensity that lights a fire low in your stomach.

“I don’t appreciate being mocked.”

“I’m not mockin’ you, sweetheart.”

“I’m not sleeping with you, Russo.”

“Why not?” Billy asks in surprise.

“‘Cause I can’t do the whole casual sex thing with someone I care about and I’m not ruining our friendship just ‘cause you’re horny and I’m the closest available option.”

“Baby, you wanna know the real reason I’ve been late so often lately?” 

You nod.

“I’ve been tryin’ to work up the courage to tell you how I feel, for weeks now. I can’t take my mind off you. I tried to go out with other women and I don’t want them. I only want you.”

You lick your lips and watch as Billy’s eyes follow the motion. “And the hickey?” You ask.

“It didn’t go any further. I was tryin’ to distract myself ‘cause I didn’t think you thought of me that way.”

“And what makes you so sure that I do, now?”

“Friends don’t get that pissed at the sight of a hickey, sweetheart.”

“You want me?” You question, still not believing your ears.

“You and only you, baby. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” Billy murmurs. “Can I?” He looks down at your lips pointedly.

You nod quickly.

“Need you to say it, sweetheart.”

“Yes, kiss me. Please, Billy.” 

As soon as the words are out, his lips are on yours, moving insistently. Your hands clutch the front of his shirt, as if afraid he’ll stop and pull away, but Billy has no intentions of stopping. One hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you in, while the other tangles itself in your hair.

Dinner is forgotten as Billy starts pushing you backwards until your back hits the wall. You move your hands into his hair and he presses against you until your body is flush with his. A firm tug of your hair causes you to part your lips in surprise, something Billy quickly takes advantage of, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He practically steals the breath from your lungs before pressing a series of kisses against your jaw.

His lips trail up and down your neck before he gently scrapes his teeth against your skin and you let out a breathy moan. 

“You like that, baby?” Billy asks, nipping at your ear. You can only groan and nod in response. He takes that as a sign to continue, biting down sharply on your neck before soothing the sting with his tongue. Your left hand is tightly woven into his hair and your right hand is wrapped around his shoulder. Your core is pulsing with need and you rub your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure. Of course Billy immediately notices.

“So needy,” he hums. 

His hands grip your waist and he lifts you upwards. You squeak in surprise, but he ignores it, setting you down onto his thigh as he continues sucking at your throat. You can’t help but begin to grind yourself against him. You let out a sound of pleasure that has you reddening in embarrassment and clamping your lips shut to prevent any more noise from escaping. Billy’s mouth covers yours roughly, teeth tugging at your bottom lip before pressing his tongue inwards in search of yours. His hands slip downwards and grip your hips, dragging you up and down his thigh, creating delicious friction against your clothed pussy. His mouth swallows your cry and you move to tug his shirt over his head. You whine when his hands stop touching you, but they return after he tosses his shirt over his shoulder.

You run your hands across the firm muscle of his chest and abdomen, luxuriating in the skin to skin contact. 

“May I?” Billy asks, pulling back and looking into your eyes as he pulls at your top. You don’t answer, choosing to yank the shirt and pants off yourself, exposing your lace black bralette and thong. Billy groans at the sight.

“Who were you wearing this for?” He growls.

“Wanted to feel pretty.”

“Baby, you're the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. And you’re all mine now. Right?”

You nod jerkily. He slips a hand between your legs, circling your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. Your hips jerk involuntarily and his other hand’s grip on your hip tightens. “Say it.”

“‘M yours, Billy, only yours,” your voice trails off in a whine as he increases the pressure on your clit. You cover your mouth with your hand, but Billy pulls it off.

“I want to hear all of those sweet, little noises, baby.”

Billy undoes his belt and kicks off his pants, left only in his boxers. Then he reaches behind you and expertly unclasps your bra singlehandedly. You help him pull it off your shoulders before he lifts you up against the wall, encouraging your legs to wrap around his waist. This position puts him almost eye level with your breasts, something you barely have time to notice before the wet heat of his mouth encircles one of your nipples.

Your hips jerk when he tugs gently with his teeth and you’re certain he can feel how wet you are against his stomach. Turning his attention to the other breast, he experiments with different pressures using his teeth, lips, and tongue. The whole time his eyes never leave your face as he takes note of each and every reaction.

“Bedroom,” you gasp. Billy doesn’t put you down, just carries you to his room and tosses you backwards onto the bed. You bounce and almost giggle, but your gaze catches on the hardness barely contained by his boxers. You’d always thought Billy was big, but it was an entirely different thing to know. To be honest, you were nervous that it wouldn’t fit. You only really had any recent experience with toys, most of which were of an average size and even those felt like a stretch some days. 

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you nice and opened up for me.” He grins, all teeth, before joining you on the bed and crawling over you. 

He keeps his eyes on yours as he dips his fingers under the fabric and gently brushes your bare clit. Your eyes snap shut at the sensation and he tugs sharply at your hair, making you moan.

“Keep your eyes on me. Do you understand?” Billy orders and you nod, earning another sharp tug of your hair.

“I understand, Billy,” you whine.

“Good girl.” He rewards you by pushing his index finger into your cunt, coating it in your slick before dragging it to your clit and rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub. Billy drops his mouth to your chest and begins nipping at your breasts, the pain an intoxicating contrast to the pleasure of his hand on your clit. 

He alternates directions and speeds, carefully listening to each catch of your breath, before settling on a zig zag pattern that you react the strongest to. Slowly, he adds more pressure and speed until you’re panting underneath him, trying to keep still. Your pussy starts to clench around nothing and as if he can sense your impending orgasm, he speeds up and digs his teeth into your neck, just shy of breaking skin.

Your back arches off the bed as you cum, clit throbbing as Billy continues to pleasure you, never once slowing down or stopping as he pushes you towards overstimulation. Just as it begins to get too much, he eases off, gently stroking you as he kisses your neck. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull his weight onto you as you come down from your high.

“You okay, baby?” Billy asks, amused.

You nod before stopping and saying breathlessly, “I’m okay, Billy. You’re really good at that.”

He chuckles and pulls himself off of you, lifting himself onto his knees until he’s no longer touching you. “I got some other things I can show you that I’m really good at. Unless you want to stop for tonight?” He’s earnest in his offer, wanting to make sure you’re still comfortable.

“I think you might just be all talk, Russo. Maybe you should prove it,” you challenge with a wry smile.

“I obviously haven’t done a good enough job if you can still sass me.” He shakes his head and muses,”I wonder how many orgasms it’ll take to fuck that out of you?”

You try to suppress a shiver at his words, but you’re sure he sees it. You prop yourself up on your elbows and say, “Big talk for a man who’s currently not touching me.”

He growls and wraps his arms under your thighs, tugging you towards him before he grasps the soaked fabric of your thong and rips it off. You’re not sure what he intends to do when he suddenly bites your upper thigh and you cry out.

He licks at the redness of the imprint before moving to the other thigh and biting again, just as harshly. Your hips jerk upward and you wish he would touch you properly and stop teasing.

“I won’t make you beg today, sweetheart,” he says as if reading your mind. 

Then he moves his mouth to your lower lips and licks a long, broad strip from your hole to your clit. Your head falls back and he gives you a gentle slap to the outside of your thigh. “Eyes on me or I’ll stop,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” you say without thinking. His eyes widen, but he thankfully doesn’t comment on it before he puts his mouth back on you.

“You taste better than I imagined, baby,” he says after coming up for a moment.

Billy takes his time teasing you with his tongue as his strong arms prevent you from wiggling. He drags his tongue up and down your sex, occasionally stopping to swirl it around your clit, but never focusing long enough for you to cum. He begins fucking you with the wet muscle and your eyes shut for a moment. A sharp smack to your thigh has you opening them quickly and Billy hums in approval, the vibrations against your cunt making you groan.

“Billy,” you whimper when he thrusts his tongue back into you. You think that flips a switch as he moves to your clit, wraps his lips around it and sucks.

“Fuck!” You shout and you swear the dark brown of his eyes have turned fully black with how dilated his pupils are. 

He releases your nub and starts flicking it with his tongue. Firm flicks up and down, and then soft circular motions, before sucking your clit back into his mouth.

“Feels good, Billy, so good.” He doubles his efforts.

You feel your core tightening, you’re so close. He tugs your clit gently with his teeth and you cum, stars filling your vision. The sensation is like lightning over your skin. As you cum, Billy slips a finger into you, softly stroking upward as he enjoys the feeling of you clenching around him, imagining what it will feel like around his cock. You squirm against him, trying to escape the intense stimulation, but he doesn’t let you move an inch, sucking harshly against your clit. You whine and buck your hips into his mouth. Your hands shoot to his hair and your tugging gets him to finally ease up.

He allows you to come down, continuing to gently stroke your insides. He removes his finger and licks some of the slick still dripping from your cunt, carefully avoiding your clit to avoid overstimulating you. Your breath comes in quick pants and all you can think about is Billy touching you.

“More?” He asks and you nod eagerly. Billy slips his index finger back into your pussy, quickly adding a second. You hum at the stretch. His fingers are so much longer and thicker than yours, reaching spots you are never able to as he crooks them inside you. Your hips move of their own accord, trying to grind down against his hand.

“Patience, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need soon enough.” Billy spends a few more moments leisurely stroking your g-spot before he adds a 3rd finger. You are so wet, it slides in almost effortlessly as you stretch around him. His thumb rubs against your clit and you’re moments away from finishing again.

“Please, Billy. I want you,” you beg. Before you can orgasm for the 3rd time tonight, he withdraws his fingers, leaning up over you and offering one to your mouth. You accept it eagerly and suck, swirling your tongue around the digit as you stare up at him with low lidded eyes.

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, baby.” Billy pulls his finger from your lips and licks the rest of them clean himself. “Condom?”

“Nightstand,” you answer, sitting up. Billy opens the drawer and pulls out one of the tiny packages, tearing it open and handing it to you. He kicks off his boxers and you are speechless for a moment, distracted by the sight of his cock. Billy smirks at you and you snap out of it, grasping his length in your hand and firmly stroking up and down, rubbing your thumb over his leaking tip. 

“Fuck,” he gasps and you grin, rolling the condom over him. Once it’s in place, he pushes you flat onto the bed and hives over you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, are you?” You ask.

“Never been more sure of anythin’ in my life, sweetheart.” Billy lines himself up with your dripping core and slowly sinks inch after inch into you. You’ve never felt this full in your life, never felt this good. 

Once fully seated, he gives you a moment to adjust before pulling almost completely out and pushing back in. You rock against him, encouraging him to continue moving.

He fucks you in a way that’s almost tender, if it weren’t for the way he continued to nip and suck at your neck. From this angle, the hickey from whatever woman he had been with last is right in your face, mocking you. You lean your head closer and bite more roughly than you had intended, but Billy likes it if the lusty moan escaping his lips is any indicator. His hips snap faster against you as you suck hard and wet on his neck, determined to cover the mark with a much larger one of your own.

“Such a good girl for me. Taking me so well. You look so pretty stretched out on my cock.”

“Fuck, Billy,” you whine as your fingers dig into his back. You’re so close you can barely think.

Billy’s hand sneaks between your bodies and begins rubbing fast circles against your clit as his thrusts pick up speed. The knot in your stomach tightens. Your core clenches and your thighs begin to shake.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Billy  murmurs by your ear, gently tugging on the lobe with his teeth.

“Mmhmm.” You aren’t really capable of full sentences right now. All you can think about is his skin against yours. The lewd, wet sounds filling the room. The thrust of his cock against your g-spot makes you see stars.

“Be a good girl and cum.”

That’s all it takes to set off the deep waves of pleasure that lick up your spine as your pussy clenches around Billy’s cock, triggering his own orgasm. You can feel him pulsing inside you, the movement of his hips stuttering and slowing. The hand at your clit slows to a stop and the two of you pant against each other. 

You feel weightless, breathless, and you doubt you could move if you wanted to. A small noise of protest leaves your lips as Billy pulls out, but he shushes you softly, disappearing into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He comes back with a damp washcloth and cleans you up, tossing it in the hamper and crawling into bed next to you.

You roll onto your side and wrap yourself around him. With one hand, Billy traces his fingers up and down your spine as the other strokes your hair.

“Stay the night?” You ask quietly.

“I’ll stay until you kick me out, baby.”

“Forever, then?”

“I can work with that,” Billy says with a grin.

You hum happily before lurching upright at the smell of smoke. 

“The potatoes!”

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🗡️Psycho🗡️ Anon, here again! #5

Ya gonna have to make a divider folder for me or somethin for all my posts I’m submitting to ya at this rate…

Anywho as my brain was rottin n everythin I was sent into another eureka episode of delulu with Ashley Hunt. I’m so sorry but no not really cuz I love this man and I’d let him tie me up to him like a cock sleeve. Like seriously I wish this man would geta larger fan base too cuz he deserve a harem. Imma be whore #1 for him though plz…

So back to me thoughts. Imma be like those people jumpin into multiverses and constantly explorin AUs, cause it was another AU idea I had with meetin Ash. We got your original story reader, then the AU of hardcore city girl reader yours truly made (check out my submits #2 and #3 for new viewers), and now we got…

Bimbo AU reader!!!

Yea we samplin lots of different dishes hun! Cause sometimes I just wanna be “no thoughts head empty” ya know? But like not in a horrible misogynistic way…Like hardcore city girl was fun, but now let’s see something that’s more opposite of her character and see how Ash deals with this new character/reader personality.…so dontcha worry this new AU won’t be bad. I hope not…

You know the drill, story starts by us comin out to the small ass town in the countryside n livin with our grandma. In this AU though, grannie is doin just fine. It’s us who’s fucked. Ya see we got our hearts broken yet again in our home of the big city. We’re not that smart ya see…and cause of that we’re constantly taken advantage of by romantic prospects. What can I say? We’re a hopeless romantic at heart and wanna be whisked away be a handsome Prince on a horse…

So grannie thought it’d be good for us to leave the city for a while and come to the country to take a break from all the bullshit. We oblige cause there ain’t anyone who’d ever take advantage of us in a small town in the hicks. And some of our former suitors have been real bratty to us lately and our friends think distance might be the only solution at this point. Maybe we can become a better or new person by the time our stay with grannie is over. We could get whisked away to the land of Oz and getta new brain perhaps…

So now we all cheery comin out of our vehicle and unpackin our luggage. Ashley Hunt pops up of course and introduces himself. We get a lil flustered cause he big big at 6’6” and got the muscles to match. We polite n everythin and introduce ourselves too. He offers up to fix parts of the house (as per usual story sequence) and before we give him our answer, a small pocket journal falls from the luggage we’re carrying onto the floor. It’s guide our friends helped compile for us on “how to survive and make smart decisions” cause we just that naive and stupid…

It filled with tips, advice, and scenarios of what to do when a man does xyz. It even got a chart that you can answer yes, no, and the like that points you down to the final verdict at the bottom. We look over to the sound of the falling object and see the pocket journal and that enough for us to remember our poor decision making skills. So we just say “no” like our friends back at home have been drillin into us to practice sayin to men when we confused or can’t make a sound decision at the moment…

Ash is a bit taken aback at this and is asking us if we got someone else already comin to do repairs. We respond “no” again. Then he asks if we’re gonna do it ourselves. We say “no” again. And then we kinda just stand there in awkward silence for a few moments as Ash himself is just tryin to process what just happened himself…

We tell him it was nice meetin him and he gets the hint and bids adieu sayin that he hopes he can see more of us. And if we change our minds or need anythin from him to not hesitate to come n get him. “No” is what we reply with a smile cause we stupidly on auto pilot repeat mode still. Ash is just stupefied himself at this point wonderin what he did wrong as the door closes in his face and he got a while to think ridin home…

It’s been a couple days n we gotten all settled in. We haven’t gone into town yet and decided we should explore. We’ve also been running out of some food so it’d be good to pick up some groceries too while we at it. We go to town surprisingly easily given the single direct road from the house. Thank goodness for our poor brain…And as we shoppin in the small store mindin our business we get harassed by the town creep. A old poor drunk who tends to only come out durin late nights to a bar. But lucky us he had to come out this fine afternoon…

 He tells us how we must be new in town since he hasn’t seen our pretty face n all. We just smile and take his compliment cause we really do think he bein nice to us. Drunky of course takes this as an invite and starts gettin handsy and our danger signals finally start flarin. And whose hand comes in to save us? Our country beau Ash!

He easily pulls drunky back tellin him how his ma and pa raised an animal for doin something like that to a lady and throws him out of the store onto the street. Ash quickly comes back to us askin if we ok and all. We nod and tell him this ain’t our first rodeo dealin with men like that. To which we don’t notice the brief flashin murderous glint in his eyes as we ‘em this. He pushes the conversation to a better place askin how we’re enjoying town n everythin. And we happily tell him we likin the area so far. Easily forgettin the events that just occurred as we continue our shoppin with Ash by our side…

The conversation ends when our shoppin does n we tell Ash we should get home. He says goodbye he himself happy that we were able to be close and our second encounter wasn’t like our first again. Much more pleasant. And as we drivin back home we wanna do somethin nice for Ash since he saved us. But then we think back to our pocket journal and gotta consult it first…

As we lookin through it we realize that it doesn’t have anything for what to do when a man saves you from danger…Sure it got what to do when a man offers you a free ride in his vehicle, when a man offers you a free drink or meal, or when a man gifts you somethin really expensive. But nothin about a man savin you from another man…So what the fuck do we do?

We ask our grannie for advice since she gotta have something good. She asks us what is our head tellin us what he might like. We respond with “blowin him? Men always told me that’s when they liked me the most” Grannie is not amused. She is also concerned for our survival out in the world. She suggests we bake him a pie since she a bit old fashioned thinkin that a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. And you can’t ever go wrong with somethin sweet…

We reluctantly agree as she really really pushes it as she obviously doesn’t want us going down the other route. And so we spend the rest of the afternoon bakin a cherry pie for Ash for me to take to him later in the evenin when he’s probably for sure done with farm work. Night comes and we going alone to Ash’s residence. And luckily it also a one way road down from grannie’s so our poor brain won’t break down and malfunction. We go up to Ash’s large large house. He got a big farm too. And so we knock his door with the door knocker and it a cute shoe horse…

Ash is genuinely surprised to see us. And so late at night too. He initially woulda thought somethin bad had happened if not for the pie in front of us pushing it to him with a smile. “I made you a cherry pie. Well grannie and I did. As thanks for helping me out today at the market,” we say in the cutest way possible that’s about to make him cumbust. “Grannie wouldn’t let me thank you how I woulda wanted to.” Ash grins back wonderin how you’d thank him, and before he can ask outa curiosity we keep talkin…”I would’ve blown you as thanks. But if you don’t like the cherry pie I can still blow you if you’d like. I can do it in your bed too if it’d help you go to sleep too”…

Ash is just a stunned red hot blushin mess at this point and he swears his precum is probably sleeping out of him by now and if he moves an inch he’ll probably nut in his pants. We ask him if he ok and if he’s got a fever since he so red and not movin, and Ash just a stumblin mess of words n expressions. He eventually excuses himself and invites us in and prepares dishware and cutlery for us to try the cherry pie. We start apologizin and tellin him that he ain’t gonna like it since we aren’t good cooks and all. And he reassures us that he’s sure that it’ll taste delightful…

Now it’s uwu boohoo story time as we tell Ash that no one ever likes our cookin or bakin as it’s always tasted bad. All the men we were with previously also tried to get us to cook or bake for them at some point and were also disgusted with us and our abilities that we just ended up eating out all the time before the eventual break up for somethin else. So we tellin Ash with our eyes gettin a bit wet n glassy that this is our last warnin and we happy to give him a proper thanks instead. And Ash gives us one look before devouring the whole cherry pie easily himself and then sayin “it was the best cherry pie I’ve ever had.” And we just stunned n waitin for him to throw up n topple over or somethin. But he doesn’t. Instead they’re a small bite left and he picks it up with his fork and pushes it up to our mouth. Tellin us to try it. We open our mouths and eat it. And it’s not bad? Ash smiles at us and tells us to have more faith in ourselves. We smile back too…

Ash asks if we need any help gettin back home since it’s dark out and he’s ok with walkin home n stuff. We good and leave promptly back home. And while we wantin to feel good from everythin that happened we don’t let ourselves as we read our pocket journal almost every night. Advice n notes from friends actin as our conscious tellin us we always fall for men who give us the slightest attention and men are scummy liars who can fake about anythin if it means gettin some kitty. So we just try to tell ourselves that Ash is probably fakin it and is vomitin the pie probably right now. But we tasted it…the cherry pie did taste good…

And so for the next while with grannie we wanna try cookin and bakin more. Much to her delight. And we really really tryin. Tryin have more faith in ourselves n everythin. We makin everythin from cute sandwiches, cookies, to hand made pasta. Really becomin versatile in different dishes for any persons stomach. Soon enough we meet Ash again when we on a grocery run and can’t help but blush a little n hope he doesn’t notice. He asks how we’ve been and we happily tell him everythin. He says he’d be honored to try more of our cookin and bakin if we have any spare leftovers or need to use a taste tester much to our laughter…

We part ways once again and going home for the night and cookin dinner with grannie wouldn’t you know…the fuckin house really could’ve used some repairs here and there cause the damn oven gave out before bed. So grannie having her old timey mentality just told us to go over to Ash’s the next morning and ask him to borrow his kitchen for the day to make a few meals for the week for us. And it’d be good practice for me to go at cookin n bakin alone. We wanna say “no” as our conditioning from our friends taught us to, but grannie persists and isn’t taking no for an answer. So mornin comes and we gotta leave early to catch Ash before he leaves work early for the farm…

We drive n go up to Ash’s at dawn hopin he’ll be up at least and we haven’t completely woken him from bed. Much to our delight he’s up and wonderin what we need. Playfully sayin that it’s awful early to be bringin him food but he’ll always be ready to accept anythin from us. We explain the situation to him and luckily he agrees a bit too excitedly. He jumps and easily brings in some of the bags of food we brought in the car into the house and onto the kitchen counter for us. We start preparin food and Ash just sits back and watches us for a bit with a grin that’d make fish forget how to swim. Tellin us eventually that he needs to get goin but to make ourselves at home…

So the day progresses and sure enough it’s afternoon and Ash comes back into the house thinkin he can take a quick shower since some of the bulls he had to wrestle were especially bitchy today and tossed him around in the environment a little more than usual. And lo and behold when the door opens Ash hears from us “yay! You’re back! I was wonderin when you were coming home. I made you lunch. I bet you’re hungry from working so hard!” Pinching himself wouldn’t be enough to wake up from this blissful dream Ash thought. No he’d have to ram himself into the bull pen and even getting kicked n bucked by wild horses wouldn’t be enough to wake him. Not that he’d ever want to wake up from this moment anyway…

Ash comes into the kitchen and sure enough sees us settin out his food for him and usherin him to eat. We made him a large ass cheeseburger with a baked potato and coleslaw on the side. We keep babbling to him as Ash is just kinda in lalaland takin in us in the kitchen lookin all cute n shit and bein happy to see him. “…to your liking right? Wouldn’t want something so small since your so massive and everything. I couldn’t handle eating something so big. Can’t wrap my hands around it. I’d probably choke”…

And so this brings Ash outa lalaland and into hornyboner land as he’s just tryin not to take what the last few words we said outta context. That and he’s also trying to get his lil friend to settle down and not make the table rise from underneath…Ash is happily eatin and is doin his best to act normal…though everythin we doin to him is so domestic…Askin how his days goin so far, how much longer he’ll be workin, when he comin back home, what he wants for dinner…We givin this man a seizure practically and Ash probably needs to get his blood checked after we leave for the day…

And with the last bit of sanity Ash has he manages to leave n go back to work after he done eatin lunch. We bid him goodbye n say “take care. Make sure to stay safe for me ok? I don’t want you gettin hurt. Bye!” Needless to say Ash is doing peachy…We continue cookin the rest of our meals for grannie and I for the week in addition to startin a dinner for Ash too. Durin this time we get done a bit earlier than expected and see that some of his blankets in his livin room could use a wash and get the idea to help a bit more since he’s been so kind lettin us use his kitchen. And we look around the house just a lil for any more laundry to do…

We find the laundry room. Throw in the blankets and some towels and other items too. Cause it just easy to do it in one go ya know? And after some time when we all done to our horror some of the once white items are now a cute pink. And we panicking cause what’s Ash gonna do to us once we fucked up? It ain’t good n thinkin if we should quickly pack up n make a run for it to our car. As if the universe hated us we Ash comes in unnoticed sayin that he was callin for us for a bit throughout the house…

We shakin and lookin at him watery and glassy eyed thinkin that this is the end for us. Cause this is what always happen to us with men. We always find a way to make them mad at us and ruin whatever relationship we had goin on whether it was platonic or romantic. Cause we’re just that dumb and don’t have anything else goin on for us in life aside from our cute face n body accordin to them. And so we just do what we’ve always done when confronted with similar situations and go real quiet. Wait to be scolded for all our shortcomings n stuff. Then tossed outside and cry on our bed for the next week or something…

Ash just looks at us and asks if we were also doing our laundry. And we just remain beady eyed n silent like a deer in the headlights. Ash asks again and asks if we need any help of anythin. And at this point we just go on auto pilot mode again and start sayin we’re sorry and cryin. Ash of course is surprised and very gentle sayin that it’s ok and just hugs us lets us sob and cry. Get it out of our system…

After we’ve gained a bit of our composure he surprises us by carrying us extremely easily bridal style to the livin room where we explain what happened and how some of his stuff is now pink. He lets out a hearty chuckle and tells us not to worry our pretty little head. “It’s just fabric. It can be replaced if I really needed it to” And he also tells us he doesn’t mind the pink. It’ll give him something now to always think of us. To always have of us…

And so we laugh at it some more and then we both sit down in the dining room to eat the dinner I prepared for us. It some chicken, pasta, and salad and we talk some more about Ash’s day n life in general. We take him up in his offer in the end to do some repairs around grannie’s house since our oven fell apart and we wouldn’t want the rest of the house crumblin too. Much to his delight cause now he has reason to swing by more. We finish up eatin and I bring out a cute lil Angel cake for dessert for him n we eat a bit of it together. Night ends with me packing up the rest of the week’s meals for grannie and I and drivin back home. Tellin Ash how much we appreciated him for lettin us borrow his kitchen and not gettin mad at us for messin up his laundry…

And so the next week progresses with Ash comin to do repairs on the house and us talkin to him a lot while he does it. He never tells us to be quiet or what we’re sayin is dumb and stupid. He genuinely really happy to be hearin our voice no matter what’s comin out. Before we know it we’ve forgotten all about readin our little pocket journal n stuff for advice. And even when he done with all the repairs we practically just hang out with him about every other day…

On one of the days we hangin out with him he brings us out to the stables where he keeps his horses for a surprise he wants to show us. In the stables there are some ribbons of all different colors and lots of brushes. He told us he remembered that we thought it’d be fun to dress up his horses and make ‘em all cute braidin their hair n stuff. So he wanted to fulfill that wishful thought of ours. And we beamin happy as fuck cause no man ever really was this considerate of us and remembered what we said even if it was somethin like a small fleetin thought. So we spend the day decorating the horses of course safely as Ash makes sure we know how to handle the animals in a way so we don’t scare them. But not like the horses get scared cause Ash got the best horses n trained them the best a person would probably ever see. He’d never put us in any potential harms way…

And towards the end of the day we take a ride on the horse of our choosin. A large white stallion all cute with multi colored ribbons we put on it. It’s our first time ridin with Ash and the first time did not disappoint. It was fun and he made sure we were comfortable all the way. We felt so safe n secure being able to lean back into his broad n muscular body we coulda sworn we could’ve fell asleep if we wanted to. Have we ever felt this comfortable and happy bein with a man before?…

Starts to get dark out and we head back to his residence. Ash puts his horse away and while he at it we excuse ourselves to go to the bathroom. When we enter his house we find that some of the stuff we accidentally dyed pink is nicely arranged around the house. He kept it just as he said. Some blankets over some furniture and some pink towels n such in the bathroom and kitchen. When we leave and meet Ash outside where our car is parked we have a faint blush on our face. Tellin him he doesn’t have to keep the pink to spare our feelings. And Ash responds again n reassures us sayin he likes it. “Keeps you around the house when I can’t see you”…

We smile at this and ask him if we can add another touch while we’re at it. He of course agrees. Sayin that we can do whatever we want to his house cause he’s sure he’ll like it. And so we pull out a big pink ribbon from our pocket n tie it all nice n pretty on the horse shoe knocker on the front door. Tellin him it’s so that we don’t forget this very happy n special day. We give Ash a big hug n burry ourselves into him tellin him how much we appreciated this gesture he did for us today. And Ash of course is equally happy n prayin that we don’t notice the massive bulge in his jeans. So we leave n drive back home to grannie’s finally. Leavin Ash to admire the new cute addition to the house…

After some more time we goin on a nature walk by ourselves in the late afternoon. Just enjoyin gettin out of the house for a bit. We figure Ash is hard doin his farm work so we may drop by later during our walk and wait for him when he done. As we walkin we see a car on the road drivin up. It’s a pretty luxurious lookin car n we really truly don’t think much about it n all. It starts to slow down n pulls up to us. The driver door opens and a man comes out…it’s one of our fuckin exes…

He gets all giddy sayin that he knew it was us from the dress we were wearin. And before we know it he pulls our hands into his n starts spewing how he was wrong to have dumped us and that we were the best girlfriend we ever had. Though it unsurprisingly quickly goes into him mostly degrading us. Tellin us that even though we have nothin goin on in our head at least we have the best bedroom skills he’s ever experienced. That’s something we actually good at doin n that we should get back together n pretend like our breakup never happened. Him continuously sayin too that we need him to survive and to be smart for once and listen to his words. To trust him completely. To rely on him completely. And that no man other than him can love n protect us as well as he can…

 We luckily go into autopilot safety mode sayin “no” to him n stuff. He takes this about as well you’d think…Goin “why the hell not!? What’s the matter baby? Country air messin with what’s left in that head of yours?” The man askin question after question. Accusation after accusation only to be met with a “no” from us that keeps increasing in panic and fear. He just snaps and starts to pull us into the passenger seat of his car. Tellin us that we just need some time and we’re heading back to the city now. Obviously we fightin our best and start to cry cause we scared as hell as we should be…

Just like out of a fairytale, or I guess one of them western movies, a lasso comes out of nowhere in the far distance and latches itself easily around the man’s neck. And before anyone of us can process what’s happenin. The man is violently choked and dragged to the ground with our cowboy beau’s silhouette in the distance literally pulling him by the throat. It doesn’t take much for the man’s body to go limp…though we don’t see that as Ash made sure to drag the body with his horse deeper into the tall grass before death finally came. And the wolves later if Ash doesn’t deal with the body first…

We cryin and still tryin to process the events that still happened. With Ash on his horse quickly comin up to us, dismountin it and holding onto us tightly. Doin what he does best and consoling us as we let it all out. After a bit he picks us up and placed us on his horse. Tellin us that we’re goin back to his house for the time bein since it’s not safe outside right now for me. We of course nod and just lay into his body. Lettin his comforting smell envelop us as our steady ride home soothes the rest of our nerves…

Back at his home Ash fixed us up with some hot cocoa and us bundled up in a cute pink blanket on the sofa. Lettin us take our time to compile our thoughts n speak when we wanna. Eventually we tell him thanks for savin us and how that man was one of our exes. We tell him how he was gonna take us back to the city with him if Ash didn’t show up when he did. And we joke how Ash is like our knight in shining armor ridin on his loyal stallion to save us time n time again. This isn’t the first time talkin about our love life n bad relationships with men to Ash as we’ve talked to him over the course of gettin to know each other. So we just enjoy Ash’s presence and lean into him. Too tired from the bullshit that happened today…

Ash bein the fine gentleman he is offers to take us home or if we’d like we can spend the night at his place. We take him up on that as we say we can use a friend right now. So we get better back to our normal selves gradually as the rest of the evening progresses. Cookin n bakin together all while giggling too. We eat dinner n dessert, chat some more n get ready to go to bed. Ash gets us all fixed up in a neat n tidy spare bedroom of many he got for the night. Sayin if we need anythin he’ll be in his bedroom. But he wasn’t expecting us to look at him weirdly n say “can’t you sleep with me tonight?”…

This takes him back a bit as we continue to babble sayin that this is what our friends would do with us back when something bad happened to us. Though they were girl friends and not boy friends…but to us there’s really no difference…So he responds askin if that’d make us feel safer n better he’d do it, albeit in a very very flustered manner. We squeal with delight and say we can just sleep in his bed then. No need to be cleanin sheets for a guest bedroom afterwards…

And so here we are lyin in Ash’s large ass bed in a cute pink baby doll nightgown tellin him to come settle in after he done with his shower after we went in first. Ash is doin well as you’d imagine thinkin that his dick n balls r gonna strangle him in his sleep that is if he can get any sleep tonight which he doubts. So we settle in bed together and as Ash closes his eyes n rolls over to his side to make sure we couldn’t feel his raging boner durin the night he feels our presence over him. We lean down and kiss him on the forehead n say “your suppose to wish each other good night silly”. And so he like a blushin bride about to cumbust from bein kissed for the first time by us. He stutters a quick apology, says goodnight to us and tries to focus on not dyin tonight cause he’s really fighting for his life right now…

And so the night progresses and he can’t sleep and neither can we. We poke Ash’s back a bit a whisper askin him if he’s awake. He grunts a yea. We ask him if he’s up for some “late night girlie talk” and he obliges us of course. So we start off nice n easy by askin him “do you ever think I’ll find true love?” And this psychologically springs forth Ash into action with his body turnin to us in the dark…

He doesn’t hesitate to say “yes” and starts spewin the most romantic shit ever. Tellin us that we’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever met. Inside and outside. He looks forward to seein our face every time. We always are so considerate of others. So selfless and that any sane man would fall on their knees for a chance to be with us…

We start tearin up a little sayin he doesn’t have to say that to us to make us feel better n all. We got poor self esteem of course and are in that perpetual compliment denial phase. And so Ash turns on one of the night stand lamps and asks us if he looks like we’re lyin to him. Of course we see nothing but sincerity painted across his handsome face and tell him “no”. He gently takes our hands into his and says “I would love to have a chance at bein with ya. Can I have a go? I promise you’ll never regret” as he looks deeply into our eyes…

And so we a blushin mess too now. The hopeless romantic in us quickly risin to the surface to break through as we pull our hands out from Ash’s and take his face to push our lips onto his. Pulling back after his surprised reaction with a “yes!” and smilin and continuin our attack on his plush lips. Ash eagerly accepts as the passion between us is utterly unchained. Both going at each other barely gaspin for air between kisses on the face neck and body…

Ash was wearin some trunks and a shirt to be polite to us since we were gonna be sleeping together with no funny business goin on but now those easily came off as he also tore off our own nightgown too to do the deed. And so the night was filled with nothing but love. Ash takin care of us in a way that’s never been done before and in a way we didn’t think that’s ever be possible. And us returning the favor and finally showin us our skills that we’ve always been complimented on. It almost become more of like a competition really seein who could make the other fall apart faster and let the other completely dominate them. Ash won eventually havin us mewl from his lips pressed against our nipples, cock rearranging our guts, and fingers rubbin our clit. The rest of the night quickly flew by and the mornin light was pourin into the room…

Alas after the night’s events Ash continued to court us. Tellin us that it’s what we deserved n makin us fall in love with him further n further. Grannie was delighted of course knowin that we’re in good hands for the rest of our lives if we decided to wed him. And Ash finally took us around town to meet the locals n everything since we still hadn’t really met anyone or made connections. Introducing us as his lady and makin it very clear of course that we were off limits. Though we never noticed that behavior from our kind hearted Ash…

Eventually Ash proposed to us in a beautiful landscape right outta a fairytale book and we of course screamed “yes”. We invited the entire town in one of those big open wedding events and also called on our friends in the city to come down too. Makin them sick with worry since we hadn’t been in touch for so long and they were worried about us since our ex came lookin for us a while ago. Though no one knew where he disappeared to in the end…Some people out of legal obligation had to search for him but with his history of substance abuse benders, no one was really surprised that he couldn’t turn up in the end. So it’d always be just one of those “don’t care cold cases”…

The wedding was splendid. Bein surrounded by friends n family. And of course walkin down the aisle to Ash. Movin into Ash’s was the easiest thing in the world too and Ash was thrilled to let us decorate the place more. And with all the fuckin we were doin durin the courtship it wasn’t really a surprise that we ended up pregnant. Walked down the aisle while we were pregnant though thankfully no one knew as we weren’t showing obvious signs yet. Wouldn’t want the locals to think ill of Ash or I thinkin it was a shotgun weddin or anythin…

In the end we got our happily ever after with our Prince Charming who’d always come to save us. And now we’re havin twins on the way to join us too. So we’ll be a stay at home mother and wife much to Ash’s relief as he wants us in a safe environment where he can always get to us easily. Ash also isn’t ever worried about money or resources. He got plenty to take care of us and our family. He wants a big one too. At least 5 more babies too. And we’ll happily oblige that wish cause he gave his heart to us just as we gave him ours. To love each other forever n forever.

Scene!!! I’m done with this AU! Thank fuck it was hella long! Way too long to be honest but it was honestly so much fun to write about a “Bimbo” Reader that I wanted to make sure I gave her a good amount of depth and didn’t make the story seem lazy with no build up or progression with evidence of Ash’s and Reader’s relationship. I wanted it to feel “earned” and plausible ya know?

I also wanted it to be clearly different from the City Reader AU as it’s fun to explore different characters/personalities and thus how the story will unfold differently for each of them. Didn’t want to have too many of the same scenes or scenarios either from the City Reader AU, so that’s why there isn’t “cowboy hat rule” for example in the Bimbo Reader AU. So fresh n new scenes with Ash. And I also had real fun explorin Ash again and how he navigates this new reader. Cause City Reader is obviously in a rush to get outta town and doesn’t wanna be in a relationship with Ash, so Ash is put into an extreme time crunch. Really showin his “yan” side in that AU. While in the Bimbo Reader AU the girls obviously not in a rush to leave or anythin and is more scared if anythin to be in a relationship again. She’s much more vulnerable and Ash understands that so like dealin with a spooked animal he knows he gotta play the long game with this girlie. As such this AU really showed his “dere” side more I think. Of course I included the twins n 5 more babies at the end cause I figure even in multiple AUs the existences of other characters still happen. So to me it wouldn’t really make sense if Reader suddenly only had 3 kids in this Bimbo AU or didn’t have twins at first pregnancy

So lemme know how I did. Lemme know if you enjoyed it or not

P.S. Girlie did you get my submission #4 or did Tumblr censor it and delete it or somethin? Do I gotta resubmit it to ya!?

Love 🗡️Psycho🗡️ Anon

I AM CONSISTENTLY BLOWN AWAY BY YOU OMFG THABK YOUUUUU I ADORE BIMBO READER SO MUCH SJDKDMDM THE WAY ASH IS SO SOFT WITH HERRRRRR OMFG YOU DID UR BIG ONE WITH THIS BABES DHDJDND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEE

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[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 15 - Painful RE:bake | Episode 6 - A Broken Shell

Taichi: --Well then, I’ve got a challenge that I’ve always wanted to take on!

Taichi: I… wanna try getting a leading role outside of the company.

Taichi: The only reason I was able to stand at position zero with my chest out as the lead role during Mantou Fist was because I had everyone in Autumn Troupe behind me.

Taichi: But for my “individual growth”, I’ve gotta go beyond that.

Taichi: I wanna play the leading role without having all of Autumn Troupe with me. That’s what will lead to my evolution and confidence as the actor, Taichi Nanao.

Taichi: That’s why… I wanna take on that challenge and give the world I once gave up on another shot head-on.

Azami: The world you once gave up on…?

Taichi: I’m gonna try my hand in the film industry, like dramas and movies, ‘cause when I did those as a child actor, I didn’t grow at all!

Sakyo: The film industry, huh…?

Taichi: I got so knocked down by Ten-chan’s overwhelming presence, especially since he was the same age as me, that I gave up on the idea that I could ever be like him…

Taichi: But now that he recognized me as an equal rival, I think there might be something I can do now.

Taichi: I wanna contribute to the troupe by re-challenging the barriers that I failed at back then and become an even better actor than I am now!

Taichi: …That said, I’ve got no clue where to even start.

Banri: If you’re tryin’ to get an audition, why don’t ya talk to Tenma?

Banri: I mean, you’d still hafta be offered the leadin’ role in a production, but the Sumeragi Agency prolly has some contacts.

Banri: That’s how I got an audition for Handsome Detective.

Taichi: Oh yeah, that’s right!

Juza: Handsome Detective, huh… That was quite the masterpiece.

Banri: Shut it.

Taichi: Alright, I’ll try talking to Ten-chan!

Azami: If that’s the kinda thing you’re talkin’ about, I’d kinda like to do something like that too.

Sakyo: That’s something I’ve always wanted to try too.

Omi: …

Taichi: Omi-kun? You okay?

Omi: Yeah-- I just need to find something to challenge like everyone else.

Omi: (I’m concerned about the matter at hand, but… I need to focus on myself.)

Banri: Aight, so that’s it for what we’re--.

Sakyo: Can I make a suggestion?

Sakyo: These individual challenges are good, but this is a sequel performance. If we don’t bring attention to Autumn Troupe, we won’t fill seats and we won’t sell on streaming.

Sakyo: We should make good use of our spare time and do something all together as Autumn Troupe.

Taichi: Like what…?

Juza: Somethin’ like how Spring Troupe did their beginner’s workshop?

Sakyo: Exactly.

Azami: I feel like that was a good opportunity to get people interested in their performance, not just our fans.

Juza: Should Autumn Troupe do that too?

Banri: Nah, a workshop for beginners with this many scary faces? …We’d just scare away the participants.

Azami: Shouldn’t it be somethin’ that take advantage of Autumn Troupe’s strengths?

Juza: Our strengths… Ya mean action?

Taichi: I getcha! We can teach people the basics too!

Sakyo: We should get Yuzo-san to supervise the rehearsal menu then.

Banri: If we’re gonna put together a plan between now and before Autumn Troupe’s performance, and talk to a buncha different people, we better get on it…

Omi: Then I’ll take care of the management stuff once you’re ready for it.

Omi: I’ve done planning and management for these kinds of events for the photography agency before.

Omi: Also, Zen-san mentioned the other day that--.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Flashback*

Zen: Just let me know if any of the newborn group wants to use it for action-specific rehearsals or somethin’.

Zen: I’ll lend it to you whenever it’s available. Tell your director about it.

*Flashback end*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Omi: So I can get right on it and talk to him about it.

Taichi: That’s some great timing!

Sakyo: The first generation always has a soft spot for the newborn group.

Banri: I’m grateful that we’re able to rely on them now.

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Small Miracles

Beth Greene is not dead. Though it is not for a lack of trying.

After eight long years spent in the CRM's grasp, struggling to find reasons to continue surviving, Beth finally finds her reason: Rick and Daryl are alive, and they are closer than she ever could've guessed. Now she must take advantage of her only opportunity to escape and track them down.

Along the way, she revisits all of the places that changed her into who she has become. And she is forced to remember who she truly is at heart despite how unrecognizable she finds herself.

But she has an unexpected ally along for the journey. Just the same as her, he is somewhat of a living miracle. Except he's no longer living... he's a walker.

Moonshine Awards 2023 Third Place Winner for Best WIP ZA, and Second Place Winner for Best WIP Reunion/Fix It!

Chapter 27 // Part 18: Virginia

And as if Gale already knew, he mutters from his spot in the shadows nearby, “Did you think she didn’t care?” Beth shoots him a brief glare, refusing to answer. She pulls her legs up to her chest and sits silently beside Mae’s sleeping form. “‘Cause she does,” he goes on. “She sees it. She… she feels it. Deeply. She’s ready to risk her life jus’ to see you get back to him. I don’t think she even cares whether she lives long enough t’see it. She knows you don’t need her.” “Shut up.” “She barely remembers Glenn, y’know. She told me the other day that yer the only one who really cares about seein’ her reach him. She said that she accepted he was dead years ago. She said the only person she’s really willin’ to go through all this for is April, and she’s long gone. She said she’s only doin’ this for you. ‘Cause you love Daryl so much that you’d fake yer own death an’ walk hundreds of miles jus’ for the chance to reunite with him again.” Beth grinds her teeth, biting back a scathing response. She simply pretends she doesn’t hear him. Yet he continues, “Mae’s a real romantic at heart, ya know. She’s got this idea in her head—this idea of you an’ Daryl. Like everythin’ll be okay once ya see each other again. Like if she can help you reach him, it’ll all be worth it. Even if she dies in the process… It’s all fer you. In the end, it’s all fer you two. Not her. Never her.” Beth can’t suppress the words that escape her lips in a hiss this time: “Fuck you.” There’s a beat of silence. She hears him take in a ragged breath through the sad excuse that was once his throat. “I’ve told you I’m sorry. I can’t tell you anymore. I didn’t know Amanda was good. I didn’t know she was tryin’ to escape the CRM. She was wearing the uniform. I didn’t know she was helpin’ you. I thought she was another threat. I thought… it don’t matter. You know what I thought. You know why I did it. But you can’t sacrifice Mae. What happened eight years ago… it happened. There’s no changin’ it. You made yer decision. And the decisions you make outta anger… they can’t be taken back. You took a pair of scissors to a gunfight. At some point, you’ve gotta stop punishing us for that.” Beth is rigid where she sits, refusing to look at Gale even as his words penetrate her. Even as they cut her down to the bone. She vibrates with her anger, fighting the urge to leap to her feet and slam him against the wall. Fighting the urge to drive her knife through his skull once again. Then he rasps out, “You’re the one with all the wounds. But we’re the ones who feel the pain.”

[aceyxyl]

Sebastian Sallow Oneshot (Sebastian x fem!Reader)

Y/N POV

I was sitting in the library, I studied hard to not fail my exams. It was hard being new at Hogwarts, studying, taking part in classes AND maintaining social contacts. I looked at my potions book, I felt dizzy and like I forgot how to read. I sighed and laid my head down in the wood desk, I was almost alone in the library, most of the other students were having fun and I’m learning some stupid potion receipts. It was late, I knew the library would close soon but on the other hand I knew I couldn’t study in my dorm with my annoying dorm mates. But I was so tired… I closed my eyes for a split second before raising my head and sitting straight, looking at my book in front of me. „You got this Y/N“ I thought to myself and tried to read again, but all those fuzzy words doesn’t seem to make sense. I closed my eyes again, but I didn’t open them this time.

Some time later, I don’t know when I woke up, I stretched my limbs and yawned, I was still tired and the wood chair on which I slept was really uncomfortable. I looked at my potions book before I noticed a light source on the table, next to my book. I didn’t took any with me so I looked to my right and saw him, Sebastian sallow. His hair was messy as always, the light hit his skin and his freckles looked magnificent I blinked a few times, „what is he doing here“ I asked myself before he spoke up

„What’s up, sleeping beauty“ Sebastian said with a amused grin, I don’t know how long he was sitting there, looking at me while I was sleeping but I couldn’t help but find it creepy and romantic at the same time.

„What are you doing here?“ I asked curious, raising a brow.

„I could ask you the same thing. But I was searching for some books as I found you, you know it’s not allowed to be here past curfew“ he explained, with the same amused grin. I couldn’t help but smirk.

„oh? Then why are you here?“ I asked, really wondering how he found me since the place I sit wasn’t the most obvious one, I mean the librarian didn’t found me… or simply didn’t searched for any students left.

„I heard from some students that you fell asleep here“ he said, his stupid amused grin turned into a softer one and he stroked my hair with his veiny hand.

„Youre quite beautiful when you sleep“ he added.

I couldn’t help but blush a little at his words, I smiled back and leaned into his touch as I stared into his brown, charming eyes.

„Well thank you Prince Charming“ I responded ironically, he just grinned amused again

„What’s wrong princess?“ the boy asked and began leaned in to kiss me with his eyes closed. At first I was shocked, we both had weird relationship, we both knew we were in love with each other but both of us were to shy to admit it so I didn’t expected the kiss, after a brief moment I kissed him back and closed my eyes as I felt his dry lips against mine . After a few moments we distanced us from each other and I looked lovely into his brown eyes, as he did the same. He smiled and hold my hand as he leaned in to kiss me again, but this time more passionate, I felt his tongue against my lips and opened my mouth a bit, he instantly took advantage of that and shoved his tongue in my mouth, exploring it. After some moments we distanced us again to breathe and kissed again, this time I was brave enough to kiss him back, using my tongue. My hand roamed trough his messy brown hair, leaving it even messier as his hand slid down my waist.

I pulled back from my kiss to breathe but instantly got pulled on the table, where I studied a few hours ago, by Sebastian, his strong hands lifted me up while my skirt fell a bit down, exposing my thighs. I looked up at Sebastian, I saw lust and desire in his eyes, but also love and affection.

„I will do anything to make you happy, darling“ he said finally, his amused grin disappeared, his mouth was slightly open to breathe better, his hands were on my waist and suddenly he started to kiss my neck, I bit on my lip, trying to suppress the moans that would come out. My hands grabbed the back of his head while he nibbled on my skin, leaving soft hickeys.

After a moment I spoke up „I love you Sebastian“ I finally said in a whisper, the unspoken words that wanted to come out for so long. He stopped kissing my neck and looked up to me

„I love you too y/n..“ he finally said and kissed me passionately again.