#GIVE HIM SOME SOUTHERN LOVIN

[fraugwinska]

I'm dying to see you write Alastor opening up to Reader about his mom, maybe a little angst and lots of fluff? (- v -)''

WE NEED THAT MOMMAS BOY GETTING SOME COMFORT!

Finally Anon, I found the strengh to write this. Sorry it took so long - I hope it was worth the wait! Next story will be less sad, I promise! :'< But I think we can all find some love for our Mommas Boy today, right? (Prepare your handkerchiefs, fellas...)

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Mother O'Mine

Not the kitchen. Not the lobby. Not the bar. Not the radio tower. Not his room.

You sighed and stilled for a moment, thinking of a place where he could've gone.

If Angel had just shut his damn mouth. Mother's day was a shit day for everyone in the hotel. You, who never knew a mother, raising yourself in the farce that had been the foster care system, rued the day. Charlie was still in denial about her mothers blatant absence and ignorance, Husk melancholic and tense at the memory of seeing his mother being exterminated shortly after reuniting with her in hell, and Vaggie bitterly wanted to ignore the holiday all together, feeling as though she would be betraying the mother she could no longer reach in heaven as a fallen angel.

Angel had been pissing them all off by breakfast, obnoxiously mocking their various reasons of why this day felt even heavier than others in hell. You knew it was his own way of coping with his mommy issues - something he didn't even talk about with Husk, as far as you knew, but he bordered on being not only menacing, but outright cruel.

Alastor had listened to his rambling stoically, flipping eggs while drinking his coffee with not much more than an annoyed twitch in his brow, but then the spider made the gruesome mistake to mention her.

Alastor's mom.

"What, 'ya think any of 'ya mothers could even look at 'ya without punchin' themselves? Come on, look me in the eyes and tell me Bambi's mommy wouldn't be fuckin' disappointed by what her little fawn has become... Can ya really see a sweet southern lady all happy, lovin', and coddling ol' murder-clown Alas..."

The green explosion came faster than you could blink. You were frozen in place, only staring in fear and worry when Angel landed unceremoniously into the table with the rest of the breakfast, the other residents as shocked and dazed as you were, while the radio static and greenish-black shadows seeped away from Alastor who then swiftly made his way out without a word, holding his staff while his tendrils bristled dangerously.

Alastor had vanished and the only thought coming to your mind - after giving a cursing, groaning Angel a righteous 'You fucking deserved that'-speech - was that you needed to find him before the princess did to make sure the demon had calmed enough not to finally lose it and maul her to pieces. Charlie meant well, but she didn't know. No one did know, except for you, and even you only knew so much.

It's not like it had been an elaborate talk. It just happened, after a nightmare that made him tear up in a mixture of rage and sorrow, a bad memory that had made his shadow basically drag you, half asleep still, from your bed to his in the middle of the night. Why you? You weren't so sure. Alastor usually preferred your company more than the others just because you were the most neutral, sane person in the hotel. Some would even say impassive. An introvert who didn't draw attention, silent and observing. But not once had his shadow ever acted up around you, and while it wasn't overly friendly with anyone, it seemed to watch mostly you with curious glances and interested hisses. When you had finally woken up enough to comprehend your situation, you were sprawled across Alastors stomach with his arms wound so tightly around you you struggled to breathe, strained mumbled words pressed through gritted teeth into your nightgown.

"Mother... I'm sorry... Oh mother..."

He had been sobbing into your shoulders and and shaking against your chest while he let go of a strange anger and grief he never seemed to get rid of while you had, confused but worried, whispered words of comfort in a hushed, soothing voice until you both dozed back to sleep. Morning broke, and when you opened your eyes again, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, not able to look you in the eyes. He had thanked you, gruffly and with an unsteady voice that made your heart ache, before offering his hand to teleport you back to your room. As far as you were concerned, the weirdest of it was that you felt him caress the palm of your hand with his thumb, barely audible as he mumbled that "that should have never have happened, and we shall never speak of it again." - he was usually a gentleman, and he never touched you this intimately before - but, to him, it was obviously a humiliating and horrible thing that you had witnessed him like that.

And you didn't speak of it. No one knew, and you intended to keep it that way. It was a moment you shared and fragile trust was on the table. You would take it to your second grave, along with all those feelings that had come with it, to prevent it from breaking.

Back to the present, you sighed and massaged the bridge of your nose. You had checked all the obvious places that crossed your mind, so maybe, you should start to look at the not-so-obvious ones... Maybe some place you knew was connected to... His mom...

A sudden pang hit you as you got an idea of where he might be hiding.

"Is this seat taken?"

The roof of the hotel was usually restricted from access, due to the general instability and collapse-prone architecture it presented, but you and (after an admittedly awkward encounter on a hot day that had involved you in a two-pieced swimsuit sunbathing and a very flustered Alastor with a book in one and a severed hand on a plate in the other hand) the radio demon knew about a small nook between the roof's overhead window frames and the hotel's ventilation system, hidden by the growing shadow of the radio tower where no one else ever came looking. A hideout, a place to go when you wanted undisturbed solitude. You had quickly left the place, apologizing for intruding a space that Alastor had apparently already claimed for himself (explaining the existence of the lounge chair you've so rudely used), but soon enough he discreetly invited you back, second chair added, to sit in silence together every once in a while, as long as you swore secrecy. It became a place of comfort for both of you, a retreat when life in the hotel got too stressful.

Alastor's reaction to seeing you was a quickly stifled hum before going back to staring stubbornly at the horizon. He looked dejected, and if you would not have known him so well, you wouldn't have noticed the trembling twitch of his ears nor the way his claw tapped impatiently against his knee, his shadow balled in on itself while hovering at the edge of the small roof.

It looked like he was staring straight through the distant buildings of the pentagram to the faintly illuminated orb that was heaven next to hells own sun, while also refusing to acknowledge you or the world around him at all. His smile had slipped into an emotionless line of pursed lips.

"That depends" he mused quietly. "Are you here to make me return to that insolent arachnid and attempt a 'healing' conversation?"

"I think you know I know that I couldn't even if i wanted to." You tried a weak smile.

Alastor briefly met your eyes at that, giving away that, despite his aloof act, your comment got his attention and he considered it before turning back to the horizon, the tense posture relaxing somewhat. A brief silence passed until he hummed an affirmative noise. "Then you may sit, darling."

After sitting down, minutes passed without a word said. The distant roar of the bustling traffic carried the muffled sounds of hell with the usual maelstrom of catcalling, profanities and general noises of mayhem to you, while you fought to keep a certain twitch in your hands as you counted the beats of his heels clicking on the tiles.

"You must know... my mother was a rare light in a world of filth." he declared suddenly into the silence. "An honest, virtuous soul of beauty and strength." He said it slowly and, surprisingly, completely unamused, the clacking of his shoes ceasing at once. He stared at the city in contempt, hands clasped together and resting on his legs to hold back a tremble that you caught anyway.

"She, unlike me, had not a spec of corruption in her bones. Wherever she found the warmth and love she shared with me, I cannot fathom. But she did. I may have been mocked and shunned by the world, the bastard child of a black woman and a white man, but I always had her as my home to return to.” The knuckles on his hands turned white. “But the cruelty of life and the disgusting human that was my father, the unbearable excuse of a man, killed her before I was grown enough to help. Before I was old enough to kill that monster myself." He spat the words, claws digging deeper until a faint trickle of blood could be seen. "I remedied that circumstance, twice to be exact, although it couldn't make up for what was lost. Nothing I did to him could make up for it..." his smile widened bitterly as his face twitched, recalling a fond, yet regretful memory. "… and believe me, I tried. But it was cathartic nonetheless, and quite educational... for my further career."

You stayed quiet and studied his profile, patiently waiting for him to continue talking. It was painfully obvious how hard it was for him to speak about actual feelings, with his tense grin and his white knuckles dripping with crimson blood.

"I knew, of course, where I would end up after my demise, and that I would never be able to see her again. Because I was sure she'd end up in heaven, like the saint she was. Is." He cleared his throat, attempting to appear dismissive, but you saw it. The sadness, the longing, the resignation, and it shattered your heart.

"Alastor...", you knew he hated physical touch, but your hand reached out on its own, to stop his hands from ripping themselves apart. He stiffened at the contact, but said nothing.

"Don't tell me you took what Angel said to heart..."

"How could my mother love me after what I've become after her death?"

His tone was monotonous, but his hands trembled under your fingers. He refused to look at you, but you saw his eyes, glazed with wetness that threatened to turn into actual tears. How he could still smile was beyond you, you had your theories on that, but that wasn't important right now. What mattered was that he was hurting, and that fact broke your heart. You never knew motherly love, how could you really miss something you never really knew? But Alastor did, and it had been ripped from him in the must cruel way, the impact of it so hard it made him even question the very foundation it was built upon.

You moved your hand from his to cup his cheek and turn his face to yours. His expression was blank, and if it weren't for the tight grin and the eyes filled with an unspeakable anguish, it would have been an emotionless stare.

"Alastor, do you know the poem Mother O'Mine?"

"I'm afraid the memory of it fails me, darling."

"Then, I'll recite it for you."

"Why?"

You gave him a sad smile.

"Because I want to."

He eyed you with stunned curiosity as you reached into your pocket, glad for once for your mostly useless power. You've only told Husk about it, in one of your late nights where everyone else was asleep aside him and your insomnia got the better of you, drunk and as a bargaining chip for one last gin tonic.

The blank piece of paper was a bit crumpled, but it would do. You started to fold it while you spoke, your voice sounded soft and almost like a spell.

"If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

Your fingers moved with a solemn purpose as you folded the paper this way and that, a skill you perfected out of boredom over the years, the edges turning into an elegant shape, the poem coming from your mouth like a song. Alastor watched your hands move in a trance, not sure what you were doing, but too focused on the faint glow of purple around them to ask.

"If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

There in your hand, sat a little origami bird. It wasn't anything special, maybe a traditional crane would have been better, more elegant, but you were out of practice and for what you intended to do it would work either way. Carefully you reached out, silently demanding for one of Alastor's hands that were still digging into each other. He didn't protest, and slowly raised it to give his hand to you. The tips of his claws were covered in a thin, fresh layer of his own blood, and his skin was warm and slightly clammy. You put the little paper bird on his palm, a speck of his blood staining the bottom of the pristine white paper, and closed his fingers around it, holding it in both of yours.

"If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine."

His enclosed hand in your own was encased in purple light, with wide eyes he followed the soft tugs of your fingers and opened his hand. The little paper bird flapped it's wings on his flat palm, looking at him for a heartbeat before taking off and flew in a singular circle around his head before it headed into hells deep red sky, towards the bright heavenly sphere. You watched it until it vanished completely from view, hoping there was a possibility that maybe, with a bit of luck, it would find it's way to her.

"This, Alastor, is what a real mother is. She loves you, I'm sure of it. Always has and always will."

Tears fell silently on his lap, a strangled, coarse breath escaping him. Without warning, he pulled you from your chair into him, holding you pressed close to him. Just like in the night of his nightmare, his face was buried in your chest, arms wound tightly around you in a hurting embrace and shoulders trembling with suppressed grief. His grip was bordering on painful, but you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying one of your hands in his hair, stroking gently while you let him quietly cry into your shoulder, not caring that the wetness of his tears was soaking through the fabric of your shirt. You felt his heart beating rapidly, his pulse erratic and his breathing fast.

"I miss her. Oh, how I miss her."

You held him tighter.

"I know, Al... I know."

You didn't know how long you two stayed like this, him in your arms and crying silently while you tried your best to comfort him, but you didn't care. As far as you were concerned, you would stay here forever if it only meant to lift this weight for a little while from his shoulders.

It took him some time, but eventually his breathing evened out, and he calmed down, his hold becoming less desperate and more... affectionate. You didn't realize it at first, but he had moved, his head resting under your chin and his forehead leaning against the hollow of your throat, his antlers slightly poking the thin skin. It felt strangely intimate, and you wondered if he was aware of what he was doing, but the moment he moved to get up and leave, you knew the spell was broken. He didn't let go of you entirely, but instead helped you to stand up and held your hand, his gaze firmly planted to the ground, avoiding your eyes.

"Darling, I..."

"Don't worry, Alastor. Although I'm glad I was able to be here when it happened... we shall never speak of this again."

You could feel his hesitation, a strange nervousness radiating from him. His shadow hovered next to him, a hand reaching out towards your face. You smiled at it, and, just for a brief moment, allowed yourself to lean into it's warm, buzzing touch as it caressed your cheek, before you turned and made your way back inside without a glance back to the sudden sound of a longing hum.

[loquaciousferret]

Country Lovin’

Summary: Pre-outbreak AU, you let yourself get picked up by a handsome stranger after your set playing at a local country bar. After giving you the night of your life, Joel Miller might just be your new muse.

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, alcohol consumption, drink driving. sex whilst intoxicated, use of pet names, unspecified age gap, unprotected sex. As always- maybe more! Read at own risk

A/N: I’m on a roll with Joel content at the minute, I don’t know why this specific scenario came to mind, but reader is a country singer performing at a bar where tommy and joel are drinking and joel flirts his way into bed with you… ahh! It’s also definitely the type of story I could see myself writing a part 2 for…! Enjoy…

P.S. count the Taylor Swift references throughout haha.

You finished your set to a healthy round of applause and a few cheers and whoops from the more intoxicated patrons of the bar. It wasn’t your first time playing in this particular bar, but it was your first time being invited to play a Saturday, and the feeling of playing to such a packed venue was incredible.

You lifted your guitar from your neck by the strap and placed it carefully in it’s case at the side of the small stage, before making your way over to the bar. As you stood there waiting to catch a bartenders attention and order something, you noticed a presence hovering close to your left side. You turned to face it and found yourself looking up into the eyes of a man, a handsome man. One who you had noticed had made eye contact with you numerous times throughout your set, whilst he had been throwing back glasses of scotch with another guy at a table close to the front of the stage.

“I’d hate to be the guy you wrote that last one about.” He smirked. “Sounds like he really fucked it up.”

You smiled, it wasn’t a compliment so you didn’t know what to say in return. Thanks wasn’t the right word. “Uh, yeah, um..” You mumbled, unable to find a suitable response.

“You’re incredible.” He said. “Let me buy you a drink.”

“Oh… Uh.” You blushed, so he had been flirting with his opening line?

“What’s your poison?” He asked, persistent.

“Something fruity.” You said back, which made him roll his eyes.

“Of course.” He remarked, but there was no hint of anything mean behind his words.

He attracted the barkeeps attention faster than you had, “Another scotch,” he pointed at his own glass. “And something fruity for the lady.”

You were distracted, your attention drifting around the bar. It was busy tonight with a crowd of all ages, a few groups of young people roughly your age, the majority middle-aged like the man you stood with, and some even older than that, some real old school guys. Similar to most country bars you would play at, but this one was special, one of the busiest in the city and the previous stomping ground of a number of major stars. Lots of people told you it was a stupid dream, but it was one you were holding onto well into your twenties whilst you finished college.

You realised you might be coming across as rude to the man who had bought you the drink you were waiting for, so you returned your attention to him, and found his gaze had never left you, he was staring down at you intently. You took in his features, a strong brow-bone, nose and sharp jaw. Dark brown messy hair with eyes to match, stubble and a defined moustache to top it off. Handsome in a rugged, properly Southern way.

“I haven’t seen you around.” He says. “I’m Joel.”

“It ain’t my first time, but it’s for sure my busiest night so far.” You said.

“You’re really incredible.” He said, repeating his words from before. Something about his eyes told you that he was genuine in his compliments, and that they weren’t just an attempt at flattery. But you sensed he was working that angle too.

You considered him carefully, and the sight from his perspective of you gazing up at him innocently through thick lashes, plump lips slightly parted, was enough to turn him on.

The bartender interrupted your intense staring contest, sliding you a drink that was a startling shade of crimson, with sugar round the rim, and for him, a rich amber liquid over rocks of ice.

“Cheers,” You offered, holding your glass out to him, and he returned the gesture, clinking the edges of the glasses. Some of the sugar from the edge of your glass transferred onto the rim of his scotch, offending his taste buds when he brought it to his lips, shuddering dramatically.

You giggled at his display and savoured the sweetness as you took your first sip.

“What you need drinks like that for anyway, darlin’? You’re already sweet enough to give some of us guys toothache.”

You rolled your eyes but gave him a laugh. These practiced lines must serve him well with most women in these establishments, and his gorgeous chocolate brown puppy dog eyes that hold your gaze as he delivers them certainly didn’t hurt either.

You found that the conversation flowed easily with Joel. He had the southern gentleman act perfected to a point, flirtation innocent enough to be plausibly deniable but certainly noticeable if you chose to lean into it. And you did find yourself doing so, loosening up with cocktail after cocktail, him knocking back scotches at an equally dizzying pace.

You weren’t sure how long you had been engrossed in his company when eventually you recognised the man he had been with earlier, approaching him from behind and putting a hand on Joel’s shoulder.

“Is that it, have I been subbed out as tonight’s company, Joel?” His cheeky tone suggested to you that Joel made a habit of this.

“Tommy,” Joel put an arm round him. He was a good few inches taller than the other man, Tommy, but they shared facial similarities, the same moustache, and dress sense. “Let me introduce you to my good friend here,” he said, turning to you.

Tommy grasped one of your hands in both of his, shaking it politely. “Pleasure to meet you, how do you do?” He shared Joel’s cheeky grin. “Helluva show you put on tonight.” He praised.

“You’re too kind.” You waved a hand bashfully. Most people assume that performers thrive on attention and praise but you have never quite gotten used to accepting the compliments that came your way during and after your shows, constantly a blushing mess whenever people congratulated you and fussed over how well you did.

“Make sure my brother takes care of you, alright? I’m gonna hit the road.” He said, offering you a wink before turning round to shake Joel’s hand. “I’ll catch you in the morning, buddy.”

A gesture of his head, indicating over his shoulder to a beautiful blonde who was stood a few metres away, twirling her curls between her fingers and watching Tommy with a smile on her face and a set of “Fuck-me” eyes if you had ever seen them. You laughed a little as you watched the brothers exchange a look. Joel’s eyebrows seemed to say well done.

You could tell he was a womaniser, a trait him and his brother clearly shared, and they didn’t mean to conceal it in any way, either. But as he had pointed out so astutely in his opening line, the heartbreak that was the inspiration behind your latest tracks had done quite a number on you, and so whilst it wasn’t in your usual nature… you were considering taking a risk on this devilishly handsome stranger tonight.

You laughed at his jokes and fluttered your eyelashes, more for your own fun as you knew he was already sold on you. But he was trying hard to chat you up and you had to give something in return to let him know he was getting somewhere.

You both kept up the pretence of waiting until it was polite to move closer together, for you to tease a light touch on his bicep and him on your upper thigh in return. His flirtations became more overt and eventually he was whispering them directly into your ear, his hot breath tickling you, his hands playing with your hair and pushing it back behind your shoulders to get a better view of your face.

He timed it perfectly right when you finished your 5th (or was it 6th?) drink, asking, “You got anyone waitin’ up for you at home?”

“No, Sir.” You blushed, happy with the subtext to his question.

“What do ya say you come home with me for a nightcap then, sweetness? Hm?” He brushed your cheek with his thumb and it took concentration to stay upright on your barstool and not melt into a puddle under his touch.

“Y-Yeah.” You stuttered, taking a deep breath as nerves hit despite having known all along the night was leading up to this point.

“I’m just a few blocks away, won’t take us long, beautiful.”

As you stepped out of the still crowded bar into the night air, you felt the alcohol dizzying you more. You stumbled slightly and Joel’s strong arms found their way around your waist, steadying you but then remaining there longer than necessary to guide you down the street, holding you close to his side.

You found yourself giggling at his jokes like a love-struck schoolgirl, constantly bashful under the compliments and affections that rolled off his tongue so naturally. He was certainly a charmer, there was no doubt about that.

After walking about a block, a small breeze hit and you found yourself shivering. He jumped back from you quickly to remove his jacket and drape it over your shoulders before slinging an arm around you again.

“I’m sorry beautiful, forgot to do that sooner.”

“Joel, you certainly have this gentleman act practiced to perfection don’t you now?” You teased.

“It ain’t an act,” He chuckled. “I am a proper southern gentleman.”

“A proper gentleman would never invite a lady home the night they meet.” You joked back.

“And a proper lady wouldn’t say yes.” He raised an eyebrow at you.

You gasped, pretending to be offended before shooting back. “I never claimed to be a proper lady, Joel. Don’t feel the need to treat me like one once you get me home.”

His smirk grew to a full on grin, he seemed pleasantly surprised at the confidence with which you delivered this remark. You had surprised yourself, too. Those drinks were stronger than you thought. Or maybe you were just drunk on him.

Before long you he was leading you up to a nice home, with a perfectly laid path, a well-tended lawn, and a sturdy wrap-around porch. You should have known, Joel was no boy leading you back to a crumby apartment, he was all man.

He fumbled with the keys in the darkness and got the door open after a few seconds, turning a light on and you took in the space. A fairly large open-plan layout, homey decor, family photos on the walls. You noticed lots of photos of a young teenager, a daughter? He hadn’t mentioned it. He followed your gaze and interrupted your thoughts, “Yeah, thats… That’s my daughter, Sarah.”

Your eyes must have widened in surprise and he reassured you, “She’s not here. She’s at my mother’s. And her mother, well… I ain’t seen her for over ten years.”

“O-Oh.” You stuttered, frowning. “I wasn’t- I.”

“No, it’s alright.” He scratched the back of his neck and chuckled awkwardly. “I just usually don’t lead with the fact I’m a single dad. Puts some women off.”

“It would take a good bit more than that to put me off you, Joel.” You stepped towards him, closing the gap between you, and he exhaled in relief.

“You need that nightcap, sweetheart?” He asked, voice low and breathless.

You shook your head slightly and he quickly acted, putting a hand under your chin, tilting your lips up towards his and connecting you in a kiss. It was sweet and gentle for a good few seconds before he reached up and removed his jacket from your shoulders, throwing it onto the kitchen island beside you and deepening the kiss, flicking his tongue against your lips. You opened your mouth and one of his hands held you by the back of the head, the other making its way to your waist.

He pushed you softly, leading you backwards down a corridor, breaking the hungry kiss only a few times to get the lights as you traveled through the house. Your hands explored his broad shoulders, his muscular chest, and his defined back. You wondered what he did for work. You imagined it had to be something physical for his body to be in such good shape, plus he seemed the type.

He reached out to open a door behind you and guided you in, kicking it closed again behind the two of you. He continued to guide you backwards until your legs hit against the foot of the bed and you sat down. He remained standing, his hand cupping your jaw and tilting it upwards to keep eye contact. His eyes were dark with lust and the sight of him above you like this was enough to make you squirm, pressing your thighs together, although the short dress you wore meant there was no friction between your legs to relieve the tension you felt. He smirked, watching you.

“Pretty dress.” He remarked, reaching behind you to unzip it. You reached up to him simultaneously, working at the buttons on his flannel shirt. As you undid them, it revealed tanned skin, a strong chest and core that wasn’t perfectly chiseled, rather he was clearly muscular but still soft. Dark hair trailed from his lower stomach into his jeans and you frantically tried to unbuckle his belt as he slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

You were breathing heavily, the house was silent except for a clock ticking and the bed creaking with every moment.

His fingers toyed with the skirt of your dress and you reached down to grasp the hem, taking the initiative and pulling it over your head, leaving you in a white matching lingerie set. You thanked yourself for your choice of underwear despite it genuinely not having been your intention to put it on display tonight.

“Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He breathed, leaning his head down to kiss you again. You blushed and threw your head back, and he continued to kiss, your throat, your collarbones, and the curve of your cleavage peaking out of your lace bra.

He unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his legs. His erect cock, pressing against his boxers, was level with your face. You made a concentrated effort not to open your mouth involuntarily at the sight. He must have caught the hungry expression in your eyes as he chuckled, “Patience, sweetheart.”

He discarded the jeans on the floor followed by his socks and pushed you until you lay back on his comfortable bed. As you breathed deeply you inhaled his rich musky scent that surrounded you. His mouth found its way to your neck again, peppering it with open mouthed kisses and applying light suction now and then. You rubbed your thighs together again, desperate for attention on the aching that grew in intensity between your legs. He was in tune with your body, noticing this and spreading them with a large, warm hand.

He pressed on you lightly through your underwear, cupping you and squeezing gently. You moaned a little and you could hear him exhale a breath of amusement. He liked the effect he was having on you.

You were fairly experienced but something about this handsome stranger had you writhing under him like a touch-starved virgin. This powerful, commanding, and dominant partner in bed was something you were yet to experience and you knew Joel would provide it.

He put a hand into your underwear and his fingers slipped through your wet folds. He let out a sigh at the sensation, “You’re soaked for me, gorgeous.”

You whined and lightly thrusted your hips up, grinding into his touch. This earned you a chuckle from him. Your eagerness turned him on like nothing else.

His exploration of you was painstakingly slow and you couldn’t help but plead “J-Joel.”

He obliged immediately, thrusting two fingers inside your wet hole. You moaned instantly at the sensation you had been waiting for.

“Y-Yes.” You gasped, and he picked up his speed, thrusting his fingers in and out of you, curling and scissoring inside of you to hit every spot of your tight walls.

“Oh, god. Yes, god, Oh m-“

“That’s not my name, baby.”

Joel and his one liners. You giggled but were quickly cut off into a gasping mess when he began hammering his fingers inside you at speed, inserting a 3rd one too. You felt his large erection pressing into you and felt grateful he wasn’t rushing through the foreplay.

“Will you let me taste you, baby?” He groaned quietly into your ear.

You released a strangled moan, utterly turned on by his request. It felt intimate for a one-night stand but you found yourself nodding eagerly, keen to please him and let him take whatever he likes from your body.

He quickly moves downwards, hooking a finger into each side of your panties and dragging them down your hips. Freeing them from your legs, and reaching up above your head, tucking them safely under the pillow.

He spreads your legs apart with two strong hands and you gasp in anticipation as he closes in on you, connecting his lips to your clit, softly sucking, kissing, dragging his tongue through your folds down to your leaking entrance and back up again to repeat. His stubble and moustache rubbed pleasantly against you, tickling you as he worked at you with his mouth.

After a while, he added his hand, intensifying the sensations he was giving you. He curled his fingers lazily inside of you, slowly torturing your sensitive insides and not reducing any of the attention he was giving your clit, continuing to flick his tongue against it violently, strong hands forcing your hips down to keep still on the bed where your body was naturally writhing and grinding up against him.

As he continued, your string of helpless moans increased in volume and became less words and more garbled curses and sounds.

“Oh, Joel.” A strangled moan left you and he hummed back in response, sending a vibration through your clit where his mouth was attached to you, making you shudder and gasp. The intensity of the pleasure he was giving you had tears welling in the corner of your eyes.

His prowess allowed him to sense when your orgasm was coming when you did, gripping the curls at the back of his head and pulling him closer to you- if that was possible.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?”

You nodded enthusiastically, panting his name and as he increased the pressure on your clit, sucking slightly harder and fucking you with his fingers slightly faster, you felt your orgasm building, hot ropes of tension in your stomach, and down each limb.

After a few more seconds you snapped, practically screaming his name. He slowed down his fingers but didn’t stop as he licked wide stripes up and down your entire pussy as if he was cleaning you up. You shivered as the overstimulation was sending you crazy, his stubble tickling you and giving you goosebumps on your thighs.

“Please,” You begged him, pushing his head away slightly. You looked down at him through hazy eyes and saw something erotic; the sight of his mouth and moustache glistening wet with your juices, and him looking back up at you grinning like a devil.

You had never slept with a man who had prioritised your pleasure in this way, making you orgasm before you had even touched him. This was intoxicating, and you felt as though what should have been a simple one night stand with Joel may lead to you becoming hooked on him.

As your sensitive parts took time to recover, he was slipping out of his boxers. A large and hard erection stood up , slapping his lower stomach and leaking pre-cum from its pinkish red tip. Your jaw dropped at the size.

“Close that mouth sugar before I fill it up.” He growled.

The gentleman act was over. As you had requested, Joel wasn’t going to treat you like a lady in the sheets. Your eyes still widened in surprise and you saw him smirk at the effect his words had on you.

“You ready to take this cock, hm?” He asked, grasping it and dragging the tip through your wet folds, circling your clit before taking it back down to nudge at your entrance.

You nodded and pushed your hips up towards him but this earned you a light slap on your upper thigh. “Uhuh,” He scolded. “Use your words, darlin’. Tell me what you want.”

You moaned as he slowly tortured you by continuing to grind the head of his hard cock against you, giving you pleasurable friction but nothing close to what you desired which was his cock buried deep inside you.

“Please, Joel.” You begged in an erotic tone that you were surprised to hear coming from yourself. It practically sounded fake and exaggerated the way you were panting and pleading for him. “Need you to fuck me Joel need you to fill me up, please, ah-”

He cut off your speech by pressing the tip into your entrance slowly, earning a gasp from you. It hadn’t even been that long since you last got laid but his sheer size would take some getting used to.

“Good girl. Thank you for asking so politely.” He continued to push into you, his own breathing faltering as he did so.

You moaned loudly at the sensation of his wide cock spreading you open, stretching your tight hole around him. “Please, Joel.”

“Jesus christ baby girl,” he groaned. “I’d give you the world if you asked like that.”

You pulled him close to you by wrapping your hands around his back and the back of his neck, kissing him messily as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you. It was a welcome sensation but the aching inside of you was craving more. You wiggled your hips against his to increase the tension and he chuckled.

“So greedy.” He taunted, slapping your breast lightly with a hand he has been using to toy with your nipple.

He gave in to your silent demands, increasing the force of his thrusts, and you moaned loudly every time he bottomed out, reaching the perfect spot inside you and stretching you out so pleasurably. His hands came down to wrap around your hips and, gently at first, he pulled you towards himself in sync with each thrust. This earned louder moans from you, and your expressions as he watched you from above could have made him spill inside you right then and there. You were absolutely gorgeous and the tortured but positively blissed out look on your face as he had his way with you was awakening a primal level of desire inside him.

“Play with those tits for me, gorgeous.” He asked, and you reached out both hands to cup each tit, pinching your nipples between your thumb and forefinger, rolling them. Pushing your tits together and moaning, biting your lip and releasing strangled moans as he fucked you at a relentless pace.

You were certainly a performer, he noted, whilst he was in control here, there was nothing passive about your role, putting on an erotic display for his eyes only. A thought intruded into his mind that he tried hard to push away- I never want any other man to see her like this again.

He pulled out unexpectedly and you looked up at him questioningly, but he quickly answered by grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your front, dragging your body up so you were on your hands and knees. So, he would play dirty. You wiggled your ass for him in anticipation and he groaned at the sight, grasping one cheek hard with his large hand.

He guided his cock into you and wasted no time slamming himself fully in. This angle helped you appreciate his size and was hitting something impossibly deep within you. He set an aggressive pace that had you nearly screaming, and you struggled to keep yourself upright and steady on your hands. Your back arched and his view was perfect of your tanned skin, light tanlines visible on your lower back.

He grunted loudly, the sounds of both of you vocalising, skin slapping, and the bed creaking violently, filled the once silent house.

“I can’t get enough of you, baby.” He praised. You couldn’t respond, intense pleasure rendering you speechless, only able to produce strings of moans.

“I’m gonna come,” He announced, his thrusts remained forceful but his rhythm faltered and with a grunt he pulled out. Your pussy clenched, the feeling of emptiness with the absence of his cock was unwelcome.

With a few strokes of his fist, you heard him groan loudly as he released a warm load of his cum onto your ass and lower back. He stayed still for a moment, catching his breath as well as appreciating the sight of you beneath him, covered in his seed. He let out a loud sigh and you felt him move away from his position behind and eventually, felt the weight on the mattress shift as he stood up. He proceeded to open a door and came out with tissues and a wet towel, cleaning you off with both. You allowed yourself to relax into the intimate moment, the weight of you sinking into the comfortable mattress as he took care of you.

He reached up under the pillow, grabbing your underwear where he had stashed it before and gently lifting your legs to guide it back up your body. He crawled into the bed too, pulling the covers from beneath you and tucking you both in.

“I’d like you to stay.” He whispered into the space between you.

You hummed. He seemed so genuine, it wasn’t an offer he was giving out of obligation, or an I guess you can stay if you have to- Joel was open and honest and told you what he wanted.

“And I’d like it if you would give me your number.” He added.

You nuzzled your face closer into his chest, feeling comforted by his strong, warm body.

“I was afraid you’d never ask.” You muttered, kissing his neck softly as he tightened his grip around you, holding you close to him.

[henneseyhoe]

COUNTRY LOVIN’| Cookin’ Soul

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Sometimes Sorie hated admitting that she was the only one who cooked, but If she didn’t cook, Buck wouldn’t eat. Unless it was something simple like an apple, or cucumbers and vinegar, the man wasn’t gonna eat. He did attempt to learn how to cook, realizing that he came from a generation that believed men shouldn’t be in the kitchen, and he wanted to change that so his daughter never thought she was only limited to catering and baring children like most older southern women thought of themselves. Of course he’s a man, so he didn’t realize it on his own, his own divorce being what led him to open his mind a little more.

Ultimately, he failed at his attempts. Some people just aren’t meant to cook. Sorie had memories from ages as young as thirteen when he would accidentally burn the chicken and they’d just have to eat rice and beans instead. She never complained though, it was still good—alright eats, plus she knew how hard he worked.

Didn’t stop her from calling her mother just to gossip about what had happened though.

Sorie would be up half of the night telling her all about dinner, the woman getting a hoot out of her ex husband not being able to do something as simple as baking chicken. Wasn’t cause she hated him or anything, she just found it funny knowing he still couldn’t cook for shit after all these years.

At the end of the conversation, Shonda would apologize for her daughter not being able to enjoy a complete meal after a long day of farm work she was basically forced to do. She wished she could bring something else over for the young girl to eat, but she was an entire hour away. It was another reason she wished she brought her only child when she left town.

It took Shonda a long time to accept her daughter wanting to stay on the farm with Buck, but she knew how much her daughter loathed the city. She thought their air was too thick and weird smelling, and the people were rude for no reason. She couldn’t take a breath of fresh air without smelling something that made her nose scrunch. Shonda agreed. She guessed she felt that way cause she’s never really been outside the low country.

Shonda honestly didn’t wanna bring her into an environment she didn’t wanna be in either, nor did she really wanna be there herself, but it was either the city or find someone to build her a house on her grandfathers land, and that would cost an arm and a leg these days. She refused to ask for Bucks help to build one either. Once she had finally gotten a deal on a home, she moved, but she felt she cried for forty days and forty nights before anything got better.

Apart from the circumstances that led her to learning how to cook, Sorie grew to actually love cooking and other activities related. She loved trying new recipes and new flavors, anything that would give people a chance to praise her on her hard work. She thought if she worked all that while, somebody better give her a compliment or two. after all, she didn’t have to cook anything for anyone and could have just worried about herself.

She wouldn’t do that though, she loved her dad too much.

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Closing the heated oven, I let out a tired huff, leaning against the kitchen counter. I had been cooking for about an hour now, and I was exhausted. I honestly wanted to just say forget it and let my father take the macaroni out of the oven, but I already knew how that would go.

My hair had been tied up into a puff to help me not get hot too quick, knowing I would have started sweating and felt disgusting by the time it was time to eat if I didn’t do it, and there was nothing I hated more than that feeling. Only downside is that my edges started to curl up, the perfect swoops being ruined. sighing, I walk out of the kitchen, heading into the bathroom to quickly get myself together.

I began refreshing myself, laying a cold towel over my face to finish cooling off my head, then I redid my ponytail.

While in the middle of doing what I felt was needed, I heard three soft knocks on the front door. I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my head, another loud huff exiting my mouth.

‘Did people not have manners anymore? Who comes over to someone’s house, uninvited, all at 8pm? How dare they?!’ I thought, my eyebrows scrunching together as I tried to focus on getting my hair under control.

Three more knocks came after that.

“Daddy! Get the door, please?!” I shout, no response following apart from another set of knocks that had my patients, or lack there of, wearing thinner than a 35 year old white man’s hairline.

“Daddy!” I called again and sighed, attempting to toss my hair back into the puff that had failed, my hair sliding right out of the hair wrapper. I was completely irritated.

I grabbed up a brush and started brushing around the edges, hoping that’d be enough to make it stay put. The brushing was aggressive and so were the harsh bristles scratching away at my scalp. my arms were already burning from the constant flicking of my wrist, desperately trying to get that perfect puff I had earlier. It was complete sensory overload.

Tossing the brush somewhere back into my hair bin, I stretched and stretched that hair wrapper, getting it as tight as I could around my thick hair.

Then, POP.

The wrapped broke. falling into the sink as I watched it all happen. The scene replayed in my head, one in slow motion and the other in real time. Apparently my brain wanted to dramatize the already dramatic and stressful situation. letting go of my hair, I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head and stop the pressure rising in my throat.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

Knock, Knock, Knock

“DADDY!!” I yell, stomping out of the bathroom to see if the old man had made it to the door yet, and of course, he hadn’t. I jogged out of the halls bathroom and into the foyer, grunting while unlocking all the locks. “Hello?!” Flinging the door open, my eyebrows immediately knitted together as I looked at the pair of men, both faces looking like different versions of each other. Another embarrassing moment to add to the books, remembering how my hair probably looks right now. “Umm, can I help y’all?” I ask, my hand immediately going up to fluff out my hair into a decent afro instead.

“Well, if dinner is ready, then yes!” Tony beamed happily, but my question was aimed more so for Trevante, as if him being with his father was a surprise. “And you?” I averted my eyes to Trevante, a bit of attitude in my voice. “It’s like that, huh?” The man mumbles, relaying the same attitude while ignoring my question and pushing passed me to walk into the house.

My face conceals the emotion I felt, but I really wanted to push them right back outside as they walked right passed me. “Finally y’all got here!” My father exclaims, coming down the stairs while finishing up with tucking his button up into his pants. Tony laughs and daps the man up with a hug to go with it, Trevante just giving him a handshake.

I shook my head at the scene and closed the door. “It would have been nice to know we were having guests” I say, crossing my arms. It was like I had whispered, neither of the older men turning or stopping their conversation to hear what I had to say. It stung.

I turn on my heels and walk into the kitchen to save me from saying anything I had no business saying because it would have for sure rose the dead with all the profanities waiting behind my lips.

While checking on the food, I hear laughter behind me, making me pop my head up from the oven. “You were just too cute as a baby” Trevante speaks, holding a picture of me when I was three. In the picture was me and my grandmother picking flowers from a field behind her house. We went back there almost every Sunday evening to do that, but with old age and her health on the line, we slowed down. We haven’t picked any flowers since I was a teenager.

I gasp and drop my oven mittens, speeding over to him with intentions to snatch my possession away, but he quickly held it over his head, his hand reaching and touching the ceiling. “Where’d you find that?!” I struggle to grab it from him.

“Where you think? Your room”

My eyes widened. If this was a cartoon, steam would have blown out of my ears right then. “You went in my room? How’d you even sneak in there?” I sneered. He obviously found humor in my agitation and confusion.

“Easy. My pops never pays attention, and yo’ daddy is blind” he smiles childishly and I suck my teeth. I stood on my tippy toes, even jumped a few times to get the picture back, but to no avail. “Give it!” I say, backing up from him and holding my hand out. he shakes his head, dangling the picture above my head.

“Trevante, give. It. Back. No-”

“Or what?” He interrupts, stepping to me. The smile on his face was wiped clean off as he stared down at me, my knees getting weak. I leaned on the kitchens island me, our eye contact never breaking from there.

I didn’t know what I would do, but I knew what I wanted to do. He chuckles at my silence. not even a breath from me being heard, but I was definitely breathing, taking in the sweet, yet spiced scent of him.

“Say please, ma”

Talk about a tease. Only thing that could get him to stop was the new feel of a presence behind him, interrupted by the two other men suddenly walking into the kitchen. I took my chance and jumped high enough to snatch the picture from his hand, then push him away from me, turning back to the stove.

“Woah! Y’all bet not be scrappin in THIS house like y’all two strangers” Tony said, raising an eyebrow at us.

“You only said that cause my baby would win” My dad says, Tony kissing his teeth. “Oh shut up. You just better be lucky I don’t got no daughters!” Tony argued, sitting at the dinner table, the two others following behind him. “Lucky?! They would have inherited yo’ skinny ass arms!”

“Skinny?! And what would you say bout Trevante, huh? The boy built like John Henry!” They all bursted into laughter and I chuckled, beginning to turn off all of the stove eyes to prepare plates.

“We all know he got all that muscle from Chrissy strong ass”

“Aye, man! That’s my momma you talkin’ ‘bout” Tre interjected, Tony shaking his head. “He only saying that cause my ‘strong ass’ wife decked him senior year for calling her fat”

“Man, my ears was ringing after that!”

Interrupting their trash talking by sitting the plates on the table, I set mine down first, then everybody else’s. I’ll be damed if I slaved away in the kitchen for them to get the first plate. I put Trevante’s down last, smiling proudly at my presentation. Macaroni, string beans, brown rice, and baked chicken. I knew exactly what he liked on his plate, and the proportions he needed to fill him, as I did everyone else’s.

“Thank you” He thanked simply, his hand softly grazing my thigh under my skirt, making me suppress a soft moan. Was I that touch deprived? Probably.

I smiled softly, sitting down next to him, a little hope in the back of my mind that he’d do it again.

“Babygirl, this looks amazing” my father compliments, Tony humming in agreement as he takes a bite of his chicken. “Y’all actin’ like it’s a surprise that she threw down in there” Trevante says, doing a quick prayer over his food before digging in.

“Right, y’all got me thinkin I lost my magic touch for a moment” I joked, starting to eat. “Never” Tony shook his head, licking the juices from his chicken off his thumb.

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“Tell that one story, buck! You know what I’m talking about!” Tony shouted, Buck shaking his head and dismissing him with the wave of his hand, knowing the story would never end if they started it. “No, Tony! Leave me alone!” It had been an hour after dinner and both the older men had spent that whole time roasting each other like usual, drunk on whatever Buck pulled out of his old cabinet.

Sorie looked between the two loud men, her head cupped in her hands as she half listened to them go on about whatever for the passed hour. Trevante, on the other hand was even less interested in whatever they were talking about, tired of hearing about their egotistical trips when they were his age.

“Sorie, you don’t know the story of how yo’ daddy got his name?” Tony questioned, leaning into the table intriguingly as if she had said something interesting. Smelling all the alcohol on his breath, she leaned back, not wanting to get a whiff of anymore.

“No? I’m supposed to?” She questioned, again half interested.

“Lemme tell you!” Tony shouts, excitement lacing in his voice. Sorie held in a loud laugh, rolling her lips inwards to stop it from slipping out and interrupting the story. Trevante sighs and takes a sip of his water, already knowing where this conversation was headed since he had heard the story 100 times before.

“Now everybody know Jeremiah got a big ass forehead like he got antlers attached to the muhfucka, but that ain’t why we call him that, so I digress! but listen,”

Tony started, laughter immediately being heard around the table.

“Not the government name” Sorie, giggled, Buck playfully hitting Tony on his arm as he continues the story without missing a beat. “Growin up, we was hardheaded. We wasn’t soft like some of this new generation, and Buck was the worst out of all of us!”

“I wasn’t that bad, don’t make it seem like that” Buck interrupts with his argument, which Tony disagreed with.

“You were horrible! You busted that boys head wide open for a damn bill you thought he stole, just for you to find out the fifty was in yo’ damn pocket the whole time!”

As Sorie listened to the story, she feels Trevante tap her leg, then pull on her skirt, attempting to get her attention. She looks over at him and he makes a gestured nod with his head for her to follow his lead, so she did. Getting up without another word for the current conversation, the two walk outside, neither of the other other men bothering to ask where they were planning to go since they were too busy debating on whether their actions back then were justified or not.

“Yo’ daddy sure can talk a head off” Trevante speaks, sitting on the porch steps. Sorie closes the screen door behind them to avoid letting in any unwanted bugs, then sat next to him, straightening her skirt over her knees. “Tuh, I know you not talkin’. Yo’ daddy just spent fifteen minutes talking about Cadillacs and the 80s for no reason” Shaking his head, Trevante starts to chuckle, and Sorie could just feel that he was gonna say something condescending about himself or something completely out of pocket. “His favorite typa truck, and his favorite decade before I ruined the fun”

Sorie looks at him with no expression, Trevante just he shrugging, taking a pack of cigs and a lighter out of his pocket. “Don’t say that, Tre. It’s not right, and it’s not true”

“Just cause it’s not right, don’t mean it ain’t true” he says bluntly, tucking the cig between his lips and lighting it up. She makes a face of both sadness and disgust. Disgust for the pack of cigs, and sadness for his attitude towards his relationship with his father. Sorie always tried to stay off the topic of Trevante’s iffy relationship between him and his father, but lately it seems to find it’s way into their conversations, plaguing whatever good vibe they had going. He always maneuvered around telling her too much about it, and she tried not to pry it out of him out of respect for his comfortability and boundaries. It’d been that way since their teenage years.

When they were up, they were up. Most likely because of some huge accomplishment Trevante had came across, but when they were down, they were separated so they wouldn’t kill each other. Right now, they seemed to be alright. Aware of their situation, but uncaring of it considering they were use to the behavior of each other. She felt bad for him, meanwhile he felt bad for her and the dynamic she had with her own father.

“Okay…” She whispers and gives up on the topic, looking down at her sandals. He takes a pull from his cigarette, then blows the smoke up into the air. Sorie’s nose scrunched at the smell of the smoke.“Yuck” She shivered childishly and covered her nose.

She hated the smell of cigarettes. It reminded her of before her grandmother stopped smoking for her health, the same cigarettes being the reason for her lung problems now. Her grandmother always shooed her off while she smoked, but Sorie’s argument was she could still smell it through the door of her room.

Trevante looks over at her with slight displeasure, rolling his eyes. “Oh please, Sorie” he says, Sorie shaking her head as he uncaringly took another puff. The more her nose burned from the smell, the more she got fed up with his disrespectful habit. Disrespectful to both himself, and her nose. “Jesus gave you a shiny new body twenty five years ago, and you’re killing it right now” She argues, grabbing the cigar from out of his mouth and throwing it to the side, staring at him. The man looked back at her with an equal amount of disrespect, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Little girl, you must be outta yo rabbit ass mind” He squints and she looks away, still feeling his dark eyes on her. Shivers crawled up her back like a cluster of spiders as the breeze of warm wind picked up around them, though that wasn’t what caused her shivers. It was really his choice of words to call her a “little girl”. She might’ve hated that more than the nasty look he gave her.

She stares off into the swaying field of sweet grass, unmoved by his irritation. “I’m not a little girl, and I hate when you smoke” she says with no attitude, yet it still had a very large presence in her words.

“And I hate when you tell me not to smoke. now yo’ rude ass owe me another cigarette” he shot back instantly, her head swiftly turning back to him so she could give him a mean mug. She was more than willing to go get a switch off of a tree and whip him like her grandmother did, if he pushed her to it.

“It’s bad for you, Tre! Seriously!” he shakes his head at her, hesitating to close the carton of cigarettes.

Her face softens with a pout, making him kiss his teeth, tucking his pack of smokes back into his pocket.

“Fine, damn” He huffs quietly and she smiles, now satisfied.

‘If only he’d listen like this all the time’ She thought.

The silence of her victory stood for only a few seconds before he started to snicker, switching his sitting position and leaning his back against the porches railing. She raises a brow at him, confused. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just…You care about me” He smiles, becoming his playful self once again. She blows off at his assumption and laughs, waving him off with her hand.

“Whatever, boy. I just don’t wanna see you croak from lung cancer at 40. Dark, but very, very true, and don’t think I forgot about you having asthma”

He lets out a hearty laugh, clapping his hands together. He wasn’t surprised at all that she remembered that detail about him. Trevante recalled how Sorie use to press him like she was his mother back in middle school for not packing his inhaler for gym class, but since growing up it had calmed down immensely.

“Just say you care about me! No shame in that. I wanna hear you say it, actually”

Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but agree. Mostly because she knew he’d never let it go until she gave in and confirmed what he always knew. “Okay, damn! I care about you and your lungs, who cares?” She fussed, softly pushing him, which his strong stature barely moved from.

“I do! It’s adorable”

He compliments, but all Sorie did was cringe. She let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “Adorable?” She repeats and he nods. “Yeah..like, cute.” joking as if she didn’t understand the meaning of “Adorable”, he nudges her arm before noticing her quick mood change. studying her facial expressions for a moment and it’s obvious resentment of the word, he hums. “Oh, You don’t like that word…”

She shakes her head. “No, not really”

“Why not?”

Shrugging, she sighs. “I dunno. Makes me feel like a child, I guess”

He hums once again, nodding. “Mm, right. You a grown woman” he teases and she smiles, nodding. “A grown ass woman” she reiterates, snapping her fingers with playful sass.

“I see that. A fine one too..” He says, causing her to pause, all the sass she just had leaving her like it saw a storm coming. The new look on her face amused him. He loved how timid she became around him when he said certain things to her. One minute she was cool, and they were just two friends talking, the next they both thought about something a little deeper.

She’d had been called fine many times before, but when he said it, she felt different. like there was more to it than a simple compliment from a friend. Those same butterflies that loved fluttering around in her tummy made a grand appearance for what felt like the millionth time today, getting her all warm inside.

“Stop it, Tre” She looks away, her ears getting hot. He keeps going though, scooting closer to her and bursting her personal space bubble. The longer she waited to speak again, the closer he got until his lips were nearly grazing her ear. “You blushin’ for me, Sorie?” He queries, his voice smooth like velvet, vibrating her body. She felt like electricity ran through her with how he enunciated her name.

Letting out a sharp gasp, her thighs closed in on themselves, the girl jumping up out of her spot and brushing her skirt off. Clearing her throat suddenly, she looks down at the man who had such a cocky grin on his face. It heated her knowing that he knew just what to do with and to her, and yet barely did anything.

Thinking of something else to say, she crosses her arms over her chest. “Anyway! It’s getting late. Take your drunken father and get off my property, please and thank you” Sorie states firmly, but Trevante could see right through the act.

He laughs, standing up as she walks back into the house to avoid any more conversation of the night, afraid it’d end in something a little more eventful than him just whispering in her ear.

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[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Blame.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Warning: INCEST! INCEST CHILD! Tia being a little brat, Favoritism, Sisters/mother & daughter dynamic, Make-up sex, Shower sex, Oral (Fem & male receiving) Multiple orgasms, Apologizing gifts, Creampie and Cum shots, Squirting ( the reader's 28 and Elvis is 50).

Summary: Tia broke one of Elvis's favorite vases which was his mother's, unfortunately, you showed up at the wrong time and tia blames you like she always does and you are sick of it.

You smiled feeling your husband kiss your neck and snuggle you into his chest "Wake up princess and give your Daddy some sugar." he whispered in his morning voice, you very much wanted to but you had your duties, and he did as well "You know we can't. Now let me up so I can make breakfast." you giggled and wiggled free for his grasp, playfully roll your eyes at his weak protests. You walked into your bathroom to start your daily morning routine, Elvis groans, and fellows you on his way around you to his side he slapped and groped your ass cussing a yelp out of you. He smirked as he began to brush his teeth pretending he didn't see your cute glare.

You huffed with a smile and got dressed to make breakfast for your daughter and your handsomely-cute Daddy.

You were cooking waffles, eggs, ham, and hash browns with a fruit bowl and drinks were orange juice or water if they wanted some. "That smells wonderful, darlin'." Elvis moaned, his ringed hands on your waist and chest to your back, gently swinging you both from side to side. "So beautiful, 'm so lucky." he kissed your shoulder "Yeah?" you whisper "Goddamn right." he turned your head to the side and kissed you with a deep passion.

The kiss continued until a small southern accent called out "Eww Mama! Daddy!" she squeaked "Hush now, I can give a little lovin' to your sister." Elvis said sternly, he gave your ass one more smack, and with Tia took his seat.

"Y'all be good girls ya hear?" Elvis looked between his two little girls, ready to leave for the Studio "Yes, Daddy." "Yes, Handsome," you both answered Elvis, smiled, and bends down to kiss his littlest daughter's cheek before dipping you into a kiss leaving your cheeks hot. You both wave goodbye to him and shut the front door of Graceland "let's go baby." you lead her to the living room, sat down, and began her first lesson of the day.

You were picking up and organizing Tia's pencils and papers when you heard a loud crash upstairs "Tia?" you yelled rushing to the sound, scared that something happened to your baby, you paused staring down at Elvis's favorite vase with only one thought 'fuccck' you were into much shook to hear the front door open but Tia did "Daddy!" She shouted "Mama broke it! She was messing around with it and it broke!" she exclaimed pointing at you and looking at Elvis with teary eyes all before you could turn around and explain.

Elvis enraged glaze met your pleading one, hoping he wouldn't believe her again "Is this true?" he asked "What? N-no—" you stuttered "So ya saying your sister is lying?" Elvis hissed. You couldn't believe it. He was taking her side again! "I can't believe you! Do you think I would?! Before Tia, I did not touch anything you said not to play with and you'd think I start now?! So you gonna believe I broke your favorite sunglasses? Spiled marker ink on your favorite white suit?! Because Tia is succh an angel and your wife is to blame for everything! Fuck you. Dad. " you snapped storming to your bedroom.

Elvis addresses Tia "is it true all those times it was you?" "Yes, daddy.." She nodded looking at her tiny shoes "Go to your room I'll deal with ya later." Elvis pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh "Yes daddy." once Tia headed to her room Elvis strolled to his and your bedroom, Normally you'd lay on your side of the bed when you're upset but at the noise of running water he knew just where you are, He walked into the bathroom, the glass was fogged but he could still see your outline and without saying a word Elvis strip himself of his clothes and step in behind you.

Elvis hugged you, the water from the shower head covered your bodies, hot water ran down Elvis's chest making the hair on his chest lay flat, his jet black hair grows longer and his back muscles shined from the water "I'm sorry little mama." he rests his forehead against the back of your head, his arms around you "I should've believed ya, you're not just my daughter but the love of my life, my wife." you said nothing "Let me show you." Elvis kissed your back down to your spine to both of your butt cheeks, he turn you to him and lifted your leg over his left shoulder, and his soft and loving kisses continue up your leg to your warm pussy, he dragged his tongue between your folds and he swirls it around your clit before he sucked it into his hot wet mouth, his hand messages both of your sweet thighs, his harsh sucks were almost too much but you won't show reaction well that was the plan until his tongue shoved itself into your pussy and he shakes his head, his nose rubbed against your clitoris his mouth slurred up your juices, you let muffled cries as you come around his tongue, licking you clean he stands back up, turned off the water, moved the shower curtain and picked you off your feet.

You shivered as the cold air of your room bites at your wet skin, as much as you hate to admit it, your arousal dripped out of you when Elvis laid you on the bed. Elvis took a moment to admire you, Goddamn you were gorgeous, pulling you into a burning hot kiss he slowly inches inside your already sensitive cunt, your hands digging into his back as your tongues fought for dominance "Move." you order monotone against his lips, you still refuse to give the satisfaction. Elvis did just that, his hips set a passionate yet hard pace as his lips trailed across your neck and shoulder "Daddy's sorry lil mama." he whispered into your ear with a hard thrust forcing a gasp out of you, elvis leaned back, and throw your legs over his shoulder, you had to bit your lip to stop from moaning as he hit your cervix "Please let me hear ya." he begged, pounding slowly which you just shook your head, only to betray yourself as he began to hammer into you as he'd never do it again, you moaned loudly and arch your back "That's right. Let me hear ya." he granted, sweat gracing his tan skin, pants left him, he can never get tired of fucking you.

You squealed, reaching your climax, squirting onto Elvis and the bed, making a complete mass. you and Elvis showered together after he called one of the maids to change your bed, luckily she was quick, but you still didn't say that you forgive Elvis for what he had done, in fact, you took a nap and kicked out of the room, giving he an idea how to apologize since sex didn't work. Letting you sleep and getting Jerry to watch over Tia, He got you three diamond necklaces, a beautiful bouquet of pink, white, and purple colored roses, and candy with a bottle of wine. " Darlin'," Elvis spoke softly while he gently shook you awake "What?" you groaned tubing your tired eyes but tried not to smile once you saw the gifts Elvis brought as much as you wish you couldn't stay mad at him for long you,"'m sorry, please please forgive me," he asked one more, "One one condition. You better believe me when I tell you if Tia did something ok?" you spoke sternly "Promise," he replied, placing a kiss on your hand "I guess I should reward you huh?" you smirked and got off the bed, onto your knees between Elvis's parted legs.

"Darlin?" he questioned, his hand on your head as you begin to undo his lavish belt "Want to taste you daddy." you looked up at him with puppy eyes, tugging at the waist of his pants, "God fucking damn it." He murmured, hastily taking off his pants and his cock slaps against his belly, a small ball of pre-cum stood prettily on his tip, you licked it off, moaning at the salty taste before taking all of him down your throat with practice ease causing him to gasp and grip the blanket like it was his lifeline, once you were sure his whole member was coated in your saliva you began to lick at his tip like the tastiest lollipop as you jerking his cock and playing with his balls. Suddenly Elvis pushed you all the down causing you to squeeze his balls in shock "That's it mama" he groaned throwing his head back, trying his hardest not to cum but that fail when you sucked particularly hard "Fuck!" he nearly shouted coming into your mouth, keeping you right where you are to make sure you swallowed every last drop. He pulled you into a kiss, tasting himself on your tongue "I love you, baby." you smiled "I love you too." you replied.

Taglist: @plasticfantasticl0ver @kendralavon7 @galaxygirl453 @18lkpeters.

[carte-blanco]

SAM VALENWEEK SPOILERS

(I WAS HERE FIRST PEOPLE BACK TF UP)

ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME I SEE SAM AND DARLIN FIGHTING AND TOGETHER👀

Ooh Kissing after whopping ass? Keep your priorities straight people, Thats straight couple goals period👏🏾

Quinn... Sent two weak ass lackeys to take care of them? YOUR SAD -_-

So Darlin has a confirmed kill count? Some one keep track of that please and thank you🙏🏾

Sammy Lore?👀 He wasn't always a healer? I need to know more about Sam in Mont Blanc and his trashy family.... I need to know

"Nope" :3 He's so....

Not darlin being stubborn about being healed, just let him give you some southern lovin'

I'm gonna applaud Erik on his sound effects in the first few seconds. THE EXCITEMENT, THE RUSH, THE ADRENALINE. YESSS THIS IS WHERE THE REAL POWER IS

These two are on🔛🔝 I won't take any criticism or any hate about that... PERIOD

This audio is literally on a rank right next to Sam's Healing audio and his morning audio.

[himbos-hotline]

𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈

AO3 || Tumblr writing tag

Note:

It is totally fine to draw fanart of my fics [tag me if you post it. I will love you forever] and that stuff, it is not okay to reupload them or to post them on another website without my permission.

Reblogs and comments are the lifeblood of artists, reblog and comment on artwork [not just handdrawn ones] to keep an artist creating, its legit your only job...

1). Very nice, very tired, very evil || Hookhausen || AU: What Baking can do || Prompt: ""you should sleep" "I am not human. I don't need sleep." || 2k words

2). How much time ya got? || Kingmox || Prompt: Eddie Kingston and Jon Moxley sitting in an all night diner talking about the new "adoptees" of the BCC. || 6k words

3). Blood is as rare and as sweet as cherry wine || Hangkenny || Prompt: "have i not suffered enough? has my sacrifice been insufficient to entertain you?" || 4k words

4). BTE buddies || No ship || Prompt: “ that hurt more than a brazilian wax . ” ||OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

5). I love the way he looks at me || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "Waiting outside in the car after dropping the other off to ensure they at least get inside their homes safely before driving away." || OC: Jay Orton || AU: the highschool AU || 3k words

6). Hand in [un]Lovable hand || Southern Lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: “Do you trust me?” ||OC: Jay Orton || 6k words

7). Getting you off is my favourite hobby || Southern lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: I’m gonna stop if you don’t cum.” || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

8). We'll bury these old ghosts here || Bluejays and Blowjobs || Prompt: “You literally don’t have to do anything to catch my attention because my eyes have never really been on anyone else other than you.” || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

9). I need to purge my urges [I need someone to blame] || Prompt: CM Punk trained Jay turning on him to join BCC or The Elite || Welcome Home || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

10). If I said you could never touch me || Hangkenny || Prompt: I wish you would write the conversation between Kenny and Hangman and Kenny on Kenny's return || 2k words

11). Would you love me more [If I killed someone for you?] || The Elite polycule || Prompt: "You're bleeding… You're bleeding bad…” || 2k words

12). Show me the method of your selfless tongue [give me a sermon] || Hangmatt || Prompt: “are you..are you blushing?” “NO physical activity just makes me red okay” || 3k words

13). Just Cole || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: When the otp+ are not on a first name basis and it becomes more intimate than more technically familiar address || OC: Jay Orton || 1k words

14). Can we just lay here and forget the world || The Polycule || Prompt: "I just want to lay here, with you, for a little while longer." || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

15). We made our peace with weariness and let it be. || Hangkenny || Prompt: "You were a good person once. I looked up to you" || 2k words

16). I find myself alone at night [Unless I'm having sex] || Hangkenny || Prompt: Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed || 2k words

17). There's always some reason [to not feel good enough] || Hangkenny || Prompt: things learned in a nearly empty diner || 1k words

18). An open hand [for your other man] || Hangkenny/Golden lovers || Prompt: “How much did it hurt?” || 3k words

19). But lately, I've been worried youre losing yourself || Hangkenny || Part two of: IFMAAN [UIHS] || 2k words

20). It's fine, fine, fine [Who am I?] || Hangkenny || Prompt: "just tell me what you need. let me give it to you?" || 1k words

21). Angel to me [Watashi ni totte tenshi] || Hangkenny/ Golden Lovers || Prompt:'how long have you known?' || Part 1/2 || 2k words

22). You know the distance never made a difference to me || Golden lovers/ Hangkenny || Prompt: “i can't hide from you like i hide from myself” || part 2/2 || 2k words

23). I'll tell you my sins and [you can sharpen your knife] || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "I'm starting to feel jealous when I see you with other people." || OC: Jay Orton || 4k words

24). The dead man in the dream is you || No explicit ship || Prompt: "I've got a lot of bad shit that I'm taking to my grave." || Trans girl adam cole || 4k words

25). I picture it soft and I ache || Hangkenny || Prompt: Singing them a lullaby || 1k words

26). no lover leaves the rose garden without blood on their hands || Hangkenny || Prompt: “if I asked, would you stay?” || 1k words

27). Everything stays [but it still changes] || Hangkenny || Prompt: “Kisses that have them hiding their face in your shoulder” || 4k words

28). Look at you [how could I not be in love with you] || Hangkenny/The elite polycule || Prompt: "Leaning in without realizing and then stopping just before their lips are attached to look in the other’s eyes to see if they want this too" || 2k words

29). I could be a better [boy]friend than him || Adam squared || Prompt: "This is a bit weird, isn't it? Sharing a bed with a stranger." || 2k words

30). Did you kiss me so my lips would bleed? || Hangkenny || Prompt: Those soft gazes you can feel burning into the side of your head, and when you look back at them, they’d either hold their gaze or they’d quickly look away so you don’t catch them staring at you. || 1k words

31). I hate what youre doing, I hate that it feels so- || Hangkenny || Prompt: “How far is too far?” “I honestly don’t know at this point.” || 1k words

32). Your voice drives me insane || kenny Omega || Prompt: N/A || 400 words

33). Bite the hand that needs me || Hangkenny || Prompt: “You ever wonder if other people think we’re like… A thing?" || 2k words

34). The only one who’s hurt someone is me || Golden Lovers || Prompt: “I want you. I need you.” || 3k words

35). Being such a good boy for me now || Hangmatt || Prompt: sender spanks receiver hard enough to leave a mark || 4k words

36). Talk to me (talk to me, talk to me) || Hangkenny || Prompt: Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise || 4k words

[mustread-fics]

Hello & Welcome

To the amazing writers and all my fellow fan-fiction enthusiasts, this blog is new and I’m here to rave and show love for all the wonderfully talented writers who post their stories on here for free although it’s so good they should be charging.

I’ve been in many fandoms through out the years and was lucky to be introduced to the Elvis Presley fandom this last late October. Lots have fell off since the fame of the movie has quieted but the mighty bunch that have stayed are full of love and talent and I’ve never been more warmly welcomed or accepted. And although it’s not as large as other fan bases, I find that it is full of gifted authors because each fic is honestly a work of art. These creators manage to bring Elvis alive and even in ‘AU’ they manage to keep true to the depths of who he was from what we know of him as a person. I think Elvis would be glad to have so many of these lovely ladies thirsting over him and creating angsty/fluffy/smutty perfect scenarios we have of him. Decades have passed since his death but his love for us lives on as does our love and appreciation for him.

I find myself to be what I consider a picky reader, through the years it’s always been hard for me to find more than a handful of fanfics to read, but as I said, I’m incredibly lucky that size does not matter in this fandom because the few who are here are dripping in talent and as such, I get to immerse myself in all that goodness.

As I said I am picky and it’s hard for me to connect with fics (except with the EP fandom there’s so much talent it is the most fic I have read) so although I also happen to be Austin Butler fan and have been for the past year, there has only been one author who’s entire stories I have read and as of recently, I came across another series that is an AU but has got me hooked. Since the list of current recs is shorter let’s start with them -

AB FANFICS : 

@blainesebastian is an amazing writer, I’ve read EVERY. SINGLE. THING. she has written on Austin and recommend everything. Of course at the top of the list is her Coffee Girl Series but everything she writes is gold.

@burninlovebutler Recently I came across her ‘Just An Intern’ series and fell in love with it! There’s just something about lovely Austin being an asshole isn’t there?

ELVIS PRESLEY FANFICS:

@missmaywemeetagain I heard about her on TWITTER - the people were raving about Pink Scarf which is a rite of passage into the EP fandom I think. Recently she also has a new story titled ‘Broken Glass’ that holds the ability to break your heart or heal it and it’s scary we don’t know which way she’s gonna tip.

@precious-little-scoundrel is a gift and for some reason I believe she is a professor because reading her work makes me feel smarter. She’s got me reading an Elvis riverboat captain fanfic from the Reconstruction era, that is the power she holds. A Whole Man Is Hard To Find was the second Elvis fanfiction to be found by me and I quickly fell down the rabbit hole. CP and Rosey own me and their story is a masterpiece. She’s got her Sky High Lovin series which was my introduction in to Big Daddy and I haven’t looked back once since reading it. There’s her Sarge and Lil Mama story - who wouldn’t want to read about Elvis’s life if he had married himself a good Southern women who wanted to be gifted with numerous children. It’s Elvis obsessed with his wife and covered in children and it is great. As of late she has her ‘But Then … Gigi’ story that is Big Daddy in ‘77 if he had been loved correctly and whole heartedly, not for what he could give or offer people. It’s basically a story of what we would all wish for our Big Daddy. I recommend all of the above.

@elvisabutler Speaking of rites of passage into the Elvis fandom, her Professor Presley story feels like a rite of passage into Big Daddy Elvis. Big Daddy as your professor and Belle, the student who has slept with many professors, come together through love. It’s heartbreaking and glorious. Her new story ‘Spark’ is beautifully written and happens to be painful but comforting all at once. Big Daddy Electrician Elvis as a WW2 Veteran turned watcher of the children at church who fixes things for a Miss Lilly - his Lil’ Darlin. I read her Selkie Elvis AU (like I said deep down the rabbit hole) and it’s hurt/comfort but more comfort and I really enjoyed it. Her list of stories is endless for anyone who is an Austin or Elvis fan so you guys are more than free to take a look at those as well and find what else you could enjoy!

@thatbanditqueen ‘No One Walks Out On Big Daddy’ was like finding a pot of gold. Between nailing down his humor, mannerisms, and the way she doesn’t shy away from the heavy physicality of what made Big Daddy so delicious her story has utterly reeled me in. Not to mention, ‘Becky Butt’ is a moniker that just gets stuck in your head and I’m content knowing Elvis can fill his hands by grabbing onto her. It’s Single! Mom and Norah promises so much goodness.

@whositmcwhatsit ‘A Slide To Oblivious’ perfectly captures the head manipulation and thin ice one could wander that many have talked about who dated Elvis. Elvis wasn’t a normal man, he was a beautiful complexity, and he wasn’t easy to handle at times. I love the way Chancy knows the true Elvis so well she can guess on how to handle situations with him. Knows how to talk him off the ledge and bring him back. It’s very angsty but wonderful.

@butlersxbirdy has managed to terrifically converge ‘A Cat On The Hot Tin Roof’ with Big Daddy where he might - possibly, hopefully - pop a cherry and impregnate his adopted son’s wife because his son just ain’t taking his husband duties seriously enough. If you haven’t yet watched the movie I suggest you do, I did after coming across her story and it did help me appreciate it more but you don’t have to watch it to read her story as she will be appplying her own changes and taking different routes I believe. Maggie is also Elizabeth Taylor (as in the movie) which she is just gorgeous. She has got me in anticipation for the next part! Makes me feral to think of the way Maggie wants to be taken care of and the sexiness of when Big Daddy finally takes it upon himself. If you watch the movie you’ll know she can choose to break our hearts but I hope she doesn’t and remains good to us.

@ab4eva She has been on my TBR list forever and I’ve only managed to read ‘Just A Woman’ part 1 but I’ve seen so many speak highly of her ‘Tomorrow Will Be Too Late’ series so make sure you check it out, I sure plan to! ‘Just A Woman’ was heartbreaking, the way Reader was aware she shouldn’t go see Elvis again to protect her heart but at the same time she loves him. Elvis wasn’t perfect, he had his flaws and could be selfish and the way he calls upon the Reader leans in to that side of him.

@be-my-ally Also on my TBR list, my first reading however was a Big Daddy one shot ‘Let Yourself Go’ that was so deliciously hot. Reader tells Elvis she can’t come and has never reached that point and Elvis is such a good Daddy, he takes care of that for his baby.

@crash-and-cure Yandere! Elvis QUEEN. Her ‘If I Were You’ series is a MUST READ, it was my introduction to the yandere themes that I think borderlined with real Elvis at times. My favorite work of hers is ‘Hallelujah’ but I honestly recommend all her works and I cannot lie, I love scoping out her requests page as it makes me excited for what she has coming our way and the requests she receives are amazing!

To all fan-fiction authors thank you for taking time from your busy lives and blessing us with universes for us to get lost in with our favorite man(men.) I am so grateful for you allowing us to have peeks into your heart, head, and soul’s. While fan-fiction may seem ridiculous to many, it isn’t to me, it allows me an escape from when times are hard and life is kicking my ass. It’s a therapy of sorts and I am eternally appreciative of the fact that it exists and that people continue writing and posting it. I hope you all don’t mind me creating this place where I can reblog your works and review them, my favorite parts, what made me feel things, and if any writer ever doesn’t want me consistently commenting and showering love on their works all you have to do is ask I will respect that.

[snowyknight-17]

Jake Evans’ NSFW Alphabet!

(Do not interact if a minor and/or you don’t like smut)

As you stand in the desert, you are approached by a slow crawling, tumblr and AO3 scribbler. They cough and hand you a crumpled piece of paper,

*cough* “It’s done.

Finally, *cough*, I have finished the horny alphabet.”

You take the paper and read,

Jake NSFW Alphabet 🧣❤️‍🔥💙💕

A: After care

Jake would be very concerned about you after your first few times. The man is a little rusty and would try to make sure you had as nice a time as he did. He still needs to build his confidence about lovin' n stuff, been awhile for him. He'd be all in his head worried if you were satisfied and comfortable. He'd be so sweet to you after. Make sure you're clean, warm and felt loved. If you want pillow talk or some grub, he'd be all for it. If you just want to go to sleep, he's ready for snuggles.

B: Favorite body part

Jake would tell you he loves your eyes, especially when you first wake up and they're all sleepy lookin' before you've had your coffee. Or he'd say your hands, so supple in his when he gets to hold them. Now that wouldn't be a lie, but what he's not telling you is he's an ass man. Your ass is so darn plump and grabable to him, especially when you're in that vault suit. The man berates himself internally when he catches himself staring. He doesn't want you to think he's a creep or nothin', but when you walk away, just know that a brown eyed southern man is giving you an eyefull.

C: Cum headcanon

Jake is clean by nature, so he's kind of vanilla when it comes to cum. If you asked him to shoot his wad all over you, he'd make this face 😕. "Um, you want me to what? Darlin' is that what you're asking here? I don't know..." Please be kind and patient to this wonderful man. He's finally in a loving, sexual relationship and he's old fashioned. Now he'd be fine cumming on your lower abdomen or thighs, possibly in you as long as you were comfortable with that. Maybe even your lower back if you have graduated to him getting behind you, but carelessly flinging his seed on you feels gross to him.

D: Dirty secret

*Insert comm hub joke here*

But seriously the man would bone you against that thing.

Dirty secret. Dirty secret….

He sometimes fantasizes about you two having pipboy sex. He calls you late to update you on what ever needs updating, you talk a little about your day and you’ll say you miss him and he misses you and the conversation would get quieter and steamier. Before you know it you’re both hearing the other approach climax through a pipboy speaker. He’d be too embarrassed to ask for this. He wants it to happen naturally, but this is Jake we’re talking about, so he backs out and just says “Whelp alright then. Talk soon.”

He always kicks himself after he does that. He’ll click off and mock himself under his breath, “Whelp alright then my behind…god I’m an idiot.”

E: Experience

The man is a father, so he's done the deed, but let's be honest, things don't start heating up until he's with you.

F: Favorite position

Oh boy he'd blush so bright if you asked him this. He'd clear his throat and rub the back of his neck before he stutters out, "Eh hem. Uh cowgirl I suppose..." You on top makes him crazy. Grabbing your hips and peachy bum as you bounce over him. Your little pants of pleasure as you ride him. It's such a relief when you take control and make him feel good. Now if Jake's a little liquored up, reverse cowgirl is an absolute show stopper for him. Your perfect ass in full view, he'll slap it (affectionately) of course, and just get lost in that sweet rhythm. Now if you want Jake to do the rutting, he's a sucker for missionary. He already thinks your beautiful/handsome, so to have you totally open yourself to him and be vulnerable and whatnot, * shivers*.

G: Goofy/Serious

More on the serious side. At least that’s how he starts off. You’re not at HQ enough as it is, so when you are home with him he wants to give you the treatment. Jake is a relaxed lover. Goes with the flow. Whatever you want. Nice and slow, loud and fast; he’s ready to give or take.

If he is on the goofy side, he’s had a few drinks and he feels good.

H: Hair head canon

If you haven’t noticed, Jake has dark hair. He’s never had a hard time growing a beard and his head hair is gloriously full. So I think it’s safe to say he’s hairy every where.

His chest is evenly covered with a thin layer of dark hair. Nothing on his abdomen with a happy trail at the end. Now his bits and pieces have dark hair at the base that he does try to keep trim, but again we’re in the wastelands people, so he’s trying alright.

I: Intimacy (how he is in the moments)

Once the two of you are exclusive, he’s so romantic. At least he’s trying to be anyway. You’re the first he’s ever had this level of companionship with. At first it’s all muscle memory but then he learns what you like, what he likes…

He starts off as a man so hungry for affection and touch but give him time to cook. Eventually you’ll have a Texan on your hands who can’t get enough of you. And I mean sweet cowboy or bucking bronco, both can happen in the same session.

J: Jack off

Look he’s a human being. Flesh and blood. Yes he’s done it. But it’s one of those things he doesn’t do often, especially if his daughter is still missing. Then you come along. A big, beautiful distraction. It takes time, as you know, for him to start feeling for you, but when he does…

You spend a lot of time away from HQ and he does miss you. Even before you became intimate, he’d be lying if he said he never thought of being with you. Maybe his hands wonder while he’s in the shower, or late nights in his bed when he can’t sleep and needs to relax…

Now when you’re officially a couple, I don’t see him doing it much as long as he has you to keep him company.

K: Kinks

Sounds. You make the best noises when you’re with him. Don’t stop. He loves hearing you. Moans, sighs, dirty talk, passionate outbursts, he loves it all.

Shower sex. You’re slippery, soapy, ya smell nice plus standing can be fun. He’s got you turned around on the shower wall, just going to town behind you. If you could somehow get a bubble bath going…*sigh*

Drunk sex. Consensual of course. You two have been slinging back sasparillas and playing strip poker, laughing your evening away. Until you both feel warm and a little heavy. Plus your extra bouncy when you’ve had a few.

Lingerie. Any kind of sexy wear really. Jake has a hard time forming thoughts when you’re wearing something like that. All he can think about is getting you unwrapped.

Breeding. Hear me out. Deep into your relationship this can happen. Laura is back, Shaun is back. You’ve settled into your own house in a settlement. I think Mother Nature could hit this man in the gonads. Wanting to get you pregnant or just practicing getting you knocked up really does it for him.

L: Location

Obviously yours and his quarters in HQ. Preferably yours since you have the double bed. Settlements where the two of you have privacy. Prefers clean beds to roll around in. Not gonna risk getting an itch on some dirty mattress. If no bed is available, against a wall is just fine.

You know how you have a washing machine in your HQ room, yeah he’ll prop you up there. You sit tight and wrap your legs around him while that thing is on spin cycle, fun times.

What’s important is that you’re alone together and there is no emergency. He’ll have a hard time being playful if he’s got a million things to do as head of engineering.

If you’re traveling together, stop by a settlement with a bed, he’d love that. Just make sure it’s safe if it’s out in the wilds somewhere; well placed mines by doors so none can surprise ya.

M: Motivation

Jake’s motivation is dependent on a few things. Safety, his responsibilities, his kid. He won’t just drop his pants cuz you gave him a look. It helps if you set the pace sometimes. Kiss his temple as you refill his coffee mug, tell him he looks/smells nice, wink at him from across the room, message him on your pipboy something spicy…by the end of the night he’ll feel your affection and be motivated to spend alone time with you.

No: Something he won’t do

Jake is a clean, kind, vanilla sort of man. He won’t enjoy degrading you or being degraded. He would never hurt you, or would want to be hurt. Nothing too rough. He likes to have a good time, but he’s not into anything crazy. Please don’t piss or shit on him. Gross. It’s hard enough to stay clean in the wastes.

The guy is fine with surprises, but consent is sexy; so don’t be shy, tell him what you’d like to try. I think he’ll be up for a lot of stuff with you.

O: Oral sex

Yes ma’am. But it will evolve naturally. As you become more regular with your time spent together, his need to get closer will take over. He loves you and wants to love you all over. But getting to that point in a relationship takes time, so when it he does get to that place with you it’s utterly romantic. Praise him and love him back. He adores when you go down on him and sometimes he feels he doesn’t deserve you like this, so be good to him. Give and take.

P: Pace

I peg Jake as a submissive top/pillow princess. Give him direction. He’ll do what you want. Do you want to lay under his loving embrace and enjoy slow love making? How about something more fast paced and vocal? What about pushing him onto your bed and taking over? Wanna go through the Kama Sutra? Have him wear only a cowboy hat and handcuffs? The answer is yes. There is pace.

Q: Quickie

Quickies are apart of any sexual relationship. They happen. Sometimes they’re perfect other times they’re just not enough. You’re the Chief and he’s Head of Engineering, time can be tight. A quickie might be the most you two get. That little maintenance closet by the comm room has provided you with semi privacy many a time. You both sneak off cuz you “forgot” something and meet separately in that small space for some lovin’.

But to speak his truth, Jake would rather have no interruptions, no time limit. Just you all to himself.

R: Risk

As has been mentioned, he’s not a thrill junkie. But he’s not a square either.

Semi public sex. Can others hear you both? That’s not a terrible thing if they can. The headboard hitting the walls to match the rhythm…he kinda likes that.

He’s always willing to try things with you. New position, different closets, just light his fire and see where it can go.

S: Stamina

Once a day is perfect. Every other day is nice too, get a little build up going. When you are together, it can last for a while if he’s relaxed.

T: Toys

Let me ask you something; if you found a phallic shaped item in the post apocalyptic wasteland, would you insert in your self?

That being said they’re not off limits. Make sure it’s clean though. A thin strap of soft leather could make a nice cock ring. Maybe you find an adult film that still works, it’s fuzzy but it’s mostly for background noise. He thinks a simple pair of handcuffs could be fun.

U: Unfair (does he like to tease?)

Generally speaking, no he does not tease you. Most of the time Jake is oblivious to how handsome he is. Sometimes he’s bent over his workshop table, deep in his projects. His hands are strong and there’s some grime on his fingers and knuckles. His shirt is unbuttoned a little showing the top of his chest hair…

Or what about when he’s thinking hard and runs his hand through his hair, ruffling it.

Jake does a lot of the fixing and repair work at HQ, he measures everything twice and does these deep little “mmm’s” under his breath as he plugs along.

These little things make you crazy. Jake doesn’t need to do much to get your blood moving. But it goes both ways. There’s a lot you do that gets him thinkin.

V: Volume

He’s not super loud or anything like that. But he can get vocal. Moans, grunts, whispered cursing. Lots of pleasured sighing. Soft praise…

“Oh Darlin…that’s…mmmm.”

“Mmf…you’re so beautiful/handsome…”

“Fuck…yeah…don’t stop…”

When he does get louder, it’s in good taste. I guarantee he has plopped down next to you after sex, a thin layer of sweat on his skin and with a thick accent he’ll say, “Hoo boy! That…well that is exactly what a man needs sometimes.” He chuckles and brings you close to him then plants wet, deep kisses to your lips and jaw and neck.

W: Wild card

Your love has brought out the best in him. He went from a man who cared for nothing and no one except his kid, to a man that handles so much responsibility. He’s found his bravery, his manhood, sense of self. He feels new around you and that all bubbles over in his everyday acts. How he is as a father, boss and your lover…

Do you know what that kind of confidence boost does to a man?

X: X-ray

Jake is your cowboy. Your lovie dove. He’s perfect the way he is. But if you asked him to whip it out and measure, he’s coming in at 6.5”. Above average but not overly so. A perfect thickness too. I would think most guys are uncircumcised in the wastes, so he is too. But as we all know, it’s not about size. There’s so much more to it than that. Jake is a sweet lover, and he tries his best to take care of you.

Y: Yearning

A man I’m his mid 30’s/early 40’s has a sex drive, but he is capable of control. He’s not the type of guy to seek a companion he has no feelings for. Before he met you and he was traveling the country looking for his kid, it never felt right to spend the night with someone he met at a bar. He just can’t get comfortable like that.

Then you come along. Your amazing. The most heroic and incredible person he’s ever known. You’ve helped him in so many ways. Even though it takes time to get into an intimate relationship, he thinks about you. What you’d feel like, sound like, look like…

When you finally are sharing a bed, he can’t wait to be with you every night and wake up with you every morning. Jake yearns for you in his own way.

Z: Zzzzz

The HQ Chief and Head of Engineering are busy day in and out. So many people need you, projects that seem never ending, a war that ain’t gonna fight itself…

Let the man sleep. Sometimes the world is literally stacked against you two, so when you have time to be alone and the after glow sets in, it’s easy to let go in the arms of a lover.

But he’s not a thrust and bust kind of guy either. Your couple time is important to him and he loves spending time with. Both light hearted and deeper conversations are on the table after love making if the mood allows.

As you finish reading, you notice the person who’s handed you the paper has passed out from not drinking water and only eating jalapeño poppers for dinner.

Thank you.

The end.

[tenpixelsusie]

What're some Brett HCs? :3

i'm the brett-meiser i see... like the snow meiser for brett hand

HEEHEEHOO <3 tw for food mentions??

- Brett can bake! when he moved off of his family's property in college, he had to learn to cook for himself (and his roomates) in a little rinky dink apartment off campus, and during that time, he learned how to make the most MOUTH WATERING chocolate chip cookies.

his secret? he paints melted butter onto them as soon as they're out of the oven. the cookies taste like heaven, and they always bring tears to anyone's eyes the first time they take a bite.

...he can also make a damn good lasagna. old recipe from the butlers and maids that raised him in the old hand manor.

- HE LOVESSS RPGs. especially ones where you can befriend the characters??? augh. lovely. perfect. his favorite in particular is the classic MOON RPG (y'know the one that toby fox got inspiration from when working on undertale? speaking of,)

he's also played the utdr games. he ABSOLUTELY cried at the true pacifist ending (i have a headcanon for andre that ties into this actually! he played ut bc of the sans memes back in 2016, then reccomended it to brett a couple years later.)

he's played deltarune OF COURSE. and his favorite characters were sweet cap'n cakes :-] (scc ties into my next thing heehee)

- H☆R fan!!! while he is- and always will be- a fan of almost exclusively 1980's media, he found joy in the homestar series back when it was in its early stages. his favorite character is strong bad! (and he really enjoyed scc in dr bc when they introduced themselves in game he was like "wow! just like homestar!" lol)

- OVERBITE!!! he has an overbite. he had to get braces to fix it in middle school, but it never fully went away.

- y'all've most likely heard his voice. he's got a bit of a southern twang to him (just like me a bit :3), and his parents made him go to speech therapy to get rid of it when it was a REALLY strong accent. but nothin' can keep a country boy down, amiright folks!?

...right?

...tough crowd.

- GREATEST PERSON TO HUG EVERRRR. he's got a lot of lovin' in his heart and a lot of it is expressed through physical affection and words of affirmation, both things he excels at! brett can give the most comfortable hugs in the galaxy, from a quick squeeze around the shoulders to a literal pick me up!...and spin around. and nuzzling cheek... hehe. (he actually made reagan fall asleep in the middle of one of them, so he kinda just carried her to her lab to snooze <3.)

- uses fidgets quite frequently, especially those rings that you twist <3 he's got a glittery one that he wears on his right ring finger and it works well for him. he uses chewlery as well and both of these things help him focus quite better than without.

- hmmmm hmmm... he loves to hum. humming is good. nice noise. he's got a groovy tune in his head at all times and he ain't afraid to show it! well- hum it, in this case.

- i like to think that if you messed up his hair all the way, he'd have kind of longer hair. that's how he had his mullet in the brettfast club episode...!

- mr bisexual... probably bi ace or bi aro. either way he swings! (personally i think he's arospec AND aspec. maybe demiro and demisexual (TOTALLY not making all my faves aro/arospec WHATTT. nooo.))

- unlike what'd you expect, he actually doesn't like milk chocolate! he prefers dark chocolate. richer taste, y'know (smthn smthn uhhh run and tell that from hairspray)

- HE CAN SEWWWW HE CAN SEW HE CAN SEW HE CAN SEW HE C-

brett can sew!!!! he repairs his and his friends' clothes a lot AND makes stuff too (cough cough. hand puppets and such)

- can also do makeup SO WELL. his goth phase really had some results... the guy knows how to do eyeliner. it's basically second nature for him.

- STIMS!!!! HE STIMS!!!! HE STIMS BY BOUNCING HIS LEG AND VOCALLY STIMSSSS. I KNOW THIS FOR A FACT.

- sleeps with a teddy bear. the guy likes cuddling. probably has on o' those those special ones that you can easily heat up in the microwave or dryer!!

- paints his nails on the occasion :)

that's!!!! mostly it!!!!

OH AND @niceysboy since i screenshotted your ask!

[greeneyezblackheart]

It's been a while since I have bothered you with a really long ask, so I will take this opportune moment to do so. 😂

Do you like KISS? I listened to them quite a while ago, when I was first getting into all these old rock bands, and I have to admit, I was not overly impressed. (This is just my opinion, though. I understand some people love them and I COMPLETELY get that. This is purely opinion.) So I thought for a long time that I was not a fan of theirs.

Now, I'm not so sure. I feel like, despite that, they have a lot going for them. For one, I LOVE their makeup. I absolutely love it. That gives them such a unique and iconic look. Like, as soon as you see them, you know who they are. They have such an iconic look, and I really, REALLY like that about them. That's one of the endless reasons I adore Slash so much- he has an iconic look almost to that extent. Top hat, black curly hair, shades- you know it's him as soon as you see him. That's something that attracts me to KISS quite a bit, even if I am not a huge fan of their actual music. In addition, I feel like they can put on great shows. With the fire-breathing act and some other effects they do, I feel like going to their shows would be a really memorable experience, music aside.

They have a great look, I feel like they can put on really good shows, and I do admit, there are a handful of songs by them that I really like. Ten, altogether. They are as follows-

Yes, those are the KISS songs I like. I know that isn't very many. But if you have any recommendations you think I might like, you know I'd be more than happy to take them. As few as there are, I still can't pick just one favorite.

Also, I just have to add that Paul Stanley is gorgeous and beautiful, still to this day. I can't get over how much him and Stephen Pearcy of Ratt look alike. They look like TWINS. And there's pictures of them together where you can clearly see the resemblance. It's actually insane.

I know KISS is on their final End Of The Road tour, and that literally makes me want to bawl my freaking EYES out. Even if I don't like the band to the extent I like other bands, it still makes me want to SOB. Because they formed in 1973, and after all this time...after doing this together for so many years...I genuinely cannot even 😭😭😭.

In conclusion, I don't really know if I like them that much or not. I guess I can be called a fan of theirs, but I have to pick the songs, lol. (It's actually sad how much I analyze and overthink all of this. I seriously need to get a life, lol.)

P.S.- It is entirely possible that I have sent you an ask similar to this before, but I have terrible memory, lol. Thank you for putting up with me anyway. 💛

Yay, it’s my Southern Sis! 😆🧡

I DO like Kiss a lot. I would rate Ace Frehley in my top 5 best guitarists, actually. You’ve listed some great songs. I’ll add a few more: Deuce, Strutter, Beth, Black Diamond, Love Gun, Lick It Up, Detroit Rock City, and Hard Luck Woman. (It wouldn’t let me add anymore Spotify song links, so I just listed them for you.) Beth and Hard Luck Woman are sung by the drummer, Peter Criss, whose voice I LOVE.

Anyway, listen and tell me what you think. 🖤

[horror102]

Prison time, in those lovin' arms.

She told me I had no lovin' arms to hold me. Everyday I wake up then I start to break up lonely is a man without love.

TW: Angst, fluff, action.

Disclaimer (This Jason Voorhees is based on the first Friday the 13th)

Jason Voorhees x reader

“Aye, be careful now. We don't know how he wandered over the countryside, or what woke the bastard.”

the country sheriff warned me. Looking at the unconscious body I saw him twitch at the word bastard. It made me feel odd about the body's reaction, could be unawakened nerves.

“How bout you stop insulting people, we don't even know what he's done, or why'd he do it. We know he killed people for all we know it could've been in self defense now'”

I argued back, there were a lot of self defense murder cases around here, we just so happened to get a call from the city patrol, saying some type of killer was on the loose and no other information from that. I saw His body loosen from my argument. Defending words helps any unconscious body which the slot of unconscious people can still hear.

“Now what's under that mother fuckin' mask.”

he stated though it sounded more like a question, immediately I stopped his hands when he reached for the mask.

“Listen now' they told us not to touch the mask, says it makes him angry, ion know what the fuck that even means but by the looks of it I don't wanna get on this big guy's bad side and even then I don't even know if we're on his good one.”

I bargained.

“Im the sheriff move aside.”

“They told me to handle it, not you, sheriff.”

I argued he gave in sighing and giving me a glare as he walked out, immediately I turned to the body. Seeing it move up and down for breath. I saw cuts and bullet wounds.

“Poor baby, must hurt don't it.”

I stated my voice coring in his ear. You could hear his heart beat fasten.

“Ya' like that don't ya?”

I chuckled at the body's reaction, knowing he likely couldn't hear me I could crack whatever jokes I want.

“Must be lonely, all in the woods. How'd you wander over here boy?”

My southern accent is rolling off my tongue. As I speak. Fingers tracing his bullet wounds. Grabbing tweezers and digging into his skin. For an unconscious guy, he didn't make a sound. He had tanned skin but it was total melanin, likely he got it from summer. So it trailed me that he was Caucasian. Estimate of six foot six.

I quickly got the bullet out. Hearing and finally a grunt leaving his lips as I sowed him up.

“I know it hurts, I wouldn't last a day In your position. Just hang in there for me.”

I talked to him trying to get him to tense his body so I couldn't continue. I grabbed his jaw softly flipping his head side to side to make sure there were no wounds on either side of his ears.

Luckily I got a response, his body tensed. I smiled

“Atta' boy!”

I laughed going back to work, removing more bullets and his occasional grunts and my occasional apologies. All his bullets had been removed it took a while for me to flip him on his back to remove them but finally I was finished. He had lots of affected scars that I went to tended. If it wasn't for his strong body he would've had to get an amputation.

“There we go.”

I started wiping sweat from my forehead, so I decided to leave his mask alone. I didn't want to wake him up with his mask gone and for this man to go raging. I opened my phone, calling the sheriff.

“Im done now, you can go ahead and call the city-”

I was caught off when I noticed he twitched very heavily when I said city, I almost felt bad normally when people twitch to certain words when unconscious it's a body trauma response.

“Wait nevermind I forgot somethin'”

I lied through my teeth, biting my lip. In guilt. His body quickly softened when he heard I forgot something, I looked at his hands, they were the only things that weren't covered, everything had looked fine.

“You don't wanna go there do ya boy?”

I stated my voice was clearly filled with sorrow.

I walked away, going upstairs to change my clothes from the bloody massacre, I removed everything walking toward the shower the blood had seeped into my laces. And I needed to get clean, when suddenly I heard yelled down stairs I ignored them because it could've just been the sheriffs daily complaining. I got dressed pretty slowly on purpose I didn't want to be caught in the feud. I walked down the steps inhaling and exhaling.

“What's going on now?”

I stated jokingly, only to see the police from the city manhandling, the patient. And him fighting back very well. I was frozen and the shell shock had overtook my bones. I became even more still when he had looked at me and froze. Everyone was dead around him. The sheriff, Nurses, City police, county police. how could a man do such a thing?

I swallowed and heard as he stomped toward me, my hand covering my face as I waited to meet my doom. Though it took a long time to come. I opened my eyes, only to see him standing in front of me. I yelped letting out a little scream falling on my butt. He looked down at me, as if he was waiting for something.

Then it rang, he was waiting for me to speak, to see if I was the lady talking-to him when he was asleep.

“Please now, don't kill me.”

I begged, watching his eyes soften. Looking down at me calmly, he was clearly unsure what to do. I heard police trying to break down the door almost immediately, he lifted me up and carried me bridal style a hand over my mouth to make sure I didn't make a sound.

Hearing the police down stairs he sat me on a hospital bed. Just looking at me waiting until the cops searched the whole building and finally left, suddenly we heard one last male.

“All be there in a second, one last room.”

He stated my eyes went wide and Jason looked determined. “Hide!” I whispered at him. He did as he was told surprisingly but instead of hiding he disappeared when I blinked. Such a fast man. The cop opened the door to see me inside.

“Thank God!” I yelped happily, walking towards the man as he jogged toward me.

“You okay sugar?”

He asked innocently wrapping his hands around my waist, just to see if I was okay, I had spotted Jason and quickly I could notice he got the wrong idea.

In the blink of an eye his head was gone, I was stuck frozen. I was met with an apologetic look from Jason. He busted the window, luckily we were on the second floor he lifted me up and jumped out landing swiftly on his feet, though he didn't put me down he continued walking.

He must've been going back to the city side, in other words county middle. But instead he walked into the forest, so quiet he didn't even make a sound.

We had arrived at some camp, in a dingy little cabin, I tried to ignore all the gored hidden bodies, as Jason placed me down on a little bed with his name at the top. He sat down next to me, clearly tensed. Breathing heavy and heart beating fast, he was such a big guy you could hear all of it at once. He snapped his head in my direction, taking a soft look at me, yet his brows furrowed and quickly he snatched my arm rough yet softly. Making my head fall into his shoulder. I was about to get up until I felt him grasp me tighter. He held me too tight and I snatched away making him grow angry.

Though he ignored his feelings and stayed seated. I watched him observe me. until I finally broke the silence

“What do you want from me?” I asked my voice a whisper because I didn't want to seem harsh until he did something that made my heart flutter.

He pointed his finger and placed it upon my heart. His face wrinkling you could see he was smiling under his mask

[htchnr]

♰ COOPER HOWARD.*ೃ˚ blog nav.

⭐️= 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛. 🫂= 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩. ❤️‍🩹= 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩/𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩. 💔= 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 𝙬/𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩. 💋= 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙬/ 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩. 🔥= 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙬/𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩. 💌= 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩.

✮ꜜ : imagines

[🔥] DYIN' FOR A TASTE. | knife kink + blood kink 😉

​© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

✮ꜜ : specific pairings + short series

good friends/heavily flirting!reader x Cooper. + Lucy.

[⭐️] CONSIDERATE. | Lucy finds out you're a cannibal through Cooper when he's pestering her.

[⭐️💌] BEWILDERED. | Lucy watches the bizarrely sweet moment between you and Cooper where he lends you his hat to combat the sun.

[⭐️] 'BOUT DAMN TIME. | after a while of travelling, seems all Lucy had to do was get rid of the Vault suit. OR, many times Cooper is nice to you, and one time he isn't mean to Lucy.

southern bounty hunter!reader x Cooper.

[⭐️💌] THANKS SUGAR. | finding you stuck in a pickle, Cooper finds himself unable to leave you despite you always stealing his bounties.

prewar! Reader x Cooper.

[⭐️] LITTLE THINGS. | Cooper surprises you with your favorite breakfast in bed on your birthday along with some sweet lovin'.

prewar + postwar wife!reader x Cooper.

[❤️‍🩹⭐️💌] MY HEART IS A SAD AFFAIR. | after being cryogenically frozen for decades, and then thawed out, you had to deal with the grief of loosing the world as you knew it. but you also had to deal with the grief of loosing your husband. who, you would never in a million years expect to be reunited with again. PART ONE.

[❤️‍🩹⭐️💌] WHERE YOU GO, I GO. | after Ma cutting you loose from where Cooper tied you, you set off after him — ready to give him a piece of your mind along with a good smack once you find him. PART TWO.

✮ꜜ : short drabbles

[⭐️] CHARACTER PRACTICE.

[❤️‍🩹💌] RIGHT HERE. | Prewar!Cooper comforts you after the loss of your beloved pet.

[⭐️] PURE BLISS. | Prewar!Cooper x Actress!Reader , tired couch cuddles while you both reminisce about your first movie together.

[blackberry-gingham]

Hey so I have this kind of hyper specific idea I’ve been rolling around in my brain like a gas station hotdog. SO, Mortimer was cast out from group (I don’t see our low self esteem boy leaving on his own) and he ends up on your property in the middle of nowhere. You feel bad for this guy who’s obviously not had a good time of it and offer him room and board in exchange for helping you around your fixer upper house you just bought. Idk idk something about making a home with him and giving him praise and gentle correction instead of mockery for the first time in his life has me feeling a certain way. He would have feelings but wouldn’t want to push his luck and you don’t want to take advantage of him as he has nowhere else to go so it’s mutual pining galore.

NEMSKWKWK OK BUT THE HOTDOG ANALOGY LITERALLY MADE ME LAUGH LMAOOOO

This turned into like a mini fic ig??? Sorry but yeah I had to go with this concept, I love it so much!!!! 😭😭

Ok you're going to have to forgive me bc I've got my southern gothic playlist going so I'm in a very specific Mood™ but like KSSKSKAKAK.

Just, reader living out by the bayou for this scenario. Toad of course is out there somewhere, but he is struggling. All kinds of gators and pests, you know? Kind of makes it suck, especially having to eat bugs and drink from the swamp and basically sleep in the mud.

He didn't think he'd be stranded out here for so long. Surely the others will want him back right? They'll come for him, drag him back, kick him about a little, and then things will go back to normal... Right?

He would've thought so, and yet here he lies. Surrounded by filth and steadily starving more and more as the days drag on.

By the time he comes across any sort of shelter, he's all worn down. He hopes through an open window to spend the night away from the swamp, and... that's that. It's basically abandoned, but it's intact enough to live in.

In fact that's just the reason you wanted it. A little place to truly make your own and far enough away from any annoyances of the outside world.

Although... You can't say the swamp doesn't get to you. They're just stories. Silly folk tales and such. But... They say things live out there.

Unnatural things.

You hardly believe in things like ghosts, but... Some nights you swear you see moving shadows.

When you come downstairs that morning... Shit, you swear you nearly had a heart attack. A stranger, a young man, you think... He's all but collapsed on your floor, laying in a small pool of mud and slimey water.

Of all the things he could've woken up to, a 12 gauge pointed at his face was about the last thing Mort expected. Looking just a little past the barrel, he's more surprised that you didn't just blow him into pulp. That's about the treatment he'd expect from a human, anyway...

You threaten him. Question him. But who gives a damn? If he runs out, he's dead. If he stays here, he's dead. At least the shotgun will put him out of his misery faster.

Your heart races with terror. Fuck fuck fuck... What is that thing?

Whatever he is, he refuses to speak. You're honestly not even sure if he can. The being watches you with enlarged, tired eyes. After some more effort and prodding from you to get him to do or say... Well, something... He just sighs and rolls them.

"Fuckin' hell, if you're going to shoot me will you just bloody do it?", he rolls over onto his stomach so he can no longer see what you're doing, "...I've had enough"

The accent catches you off guard almost more than the fact that he can actually speak. You don't want to push, but...

"You got a name at least?"

He picks his face up off the rough, worn out floorboards just enough to speak clearly, "Toad. Put that on the fucking headstone, will ya?"

You fix the back of his head with a bewildered look and lower your weapon. More confused than anything else, you see if you can keep him talking. Whatever he is... You don't want to kill him.

"Are you... From around here?"

He makes a strange noise... You'd almost say it sounded like an animal. Slowly, and with great difficulty not seems, he jerks himself off the floor.

"Does it bloody sound like it?", He huffs angrily, but... You don't feel particularly threatened. Scared? Maybe. Whatever the case, he seems to be doing worse off then you first thought.

Now that he's up, you can see him more clearly. He's young and awfully skinny, but looks to be around your age. He reeks of the bayou and is encrusted with mud and filth. Aside from that, you can't possibly miss the way he's holding his side.

Is that mud or... blo-?

Toad jerks to the side to stop your staring. Then winces in pain. He gives a weary sigh of resignation. The aggressive front melts away.

His voice is soft, quiet. He sighs. Then, as though he doesn't want you to hear, "...Forget it"

He brushes past you, limping his way towards the door.

You stop him.

"Wait... You're hurt?"

Toad freezes at your touch. His shirt is stiff from nights upon nights in the mud and swamp. Your hand is clamped tightly around this wiry bicep. It doesn't hurt, but... Well he can't help but be atunned.

How long has it been since he's felt a touch, and not a strike?

Snap out of it. He shakes out his mop of hair, then fixes you with a sneer, "What do you care?", He jerks his arm free, only to cause himself double the pain.

"Well... I don't want you getting yourself done in even worse out there, is all. Patch you up before you go?"

He thinks about it for a moment. He'll heal from it... Eventually. But he's gotta say, nearly thought he was done for when that gator got a hold of him.

Toad looks from his side... To your gun... And to you.

He's dead anyway if he leaves...

"What the hell...", he sighs with great exhaustion, "Fine"

[phantomenby]

Oh this is so much better than christmas

@kinokomynx

Request: Could I have Poly! Lost Boys with a GN! Partner who pole-dances? They possibly met them when they were working, or they opened the window to find them doing exercises AKA; Doing pole-dancing.

I didnt want straight p0rn as the opening gif so hope you like little irish lads <3

A BIT NSFW SO 18- DNI

Now you were a person of many jobs, always taking up small seasonal roles that opened up, applying for night shifts at twenty-four-hour diners, one time even doing some hour-long shifts as a litter-picker at the beach. There was one you had stuck to for quite some time though, it was rather risque but it paid well and you had built a good relationship with the manager and staff that lasted.

You were a stripper, erotic creature of the night if you will. It was nice and kept you strong, your once weak and tight limbs now flexible and able to carry your weight against the smooth pole you had to ride every night.

Tonight was no different, it was warm in the back and your skin was already glistening with sweat as you tied the corset up. It was built well and could be clipped and unclipped at the front, creating the illusion that it could actually be untied at the back when all that did was loosen and tighten it to fit your body. Strong scents of rose, vanilla, and strawberry wafted around you as the fellow dancers drowned themselves in cheap perfume.

Honestly the blend was comforting, it changed often as runaways came and went after making a quick buck, the strawberry and vanilla were consistent. It came from your friend Jesse who had a poofy chin-length blonde bob and the best eyeshadow you had seen from a sex worker on this side of town. Not that the standards were high or anything.

Your turn on stage wouldn't be for another thirty minutes so you decided you were going to peruse the clientele, once your pastel blue heels were on you headed out, you were dressed like a slutty southern belle. Not that you had ever been round that part of the US, knowing how people like you were more likely to get their ass beat than any lovin.

As you walked out you heard the cheers of your regular, eyes raking over your scantily clad form as you strutted towards them. The corset you had on just about reached your chest but as you moved around it left little to the imagination, along with the frilly underwear and white knee-highs you were wearing you truly were a pretty sight.

You spent a couple minutes with them, sliding across their laps and making a little small talk as they shoved a few bills in the gaps between your clothing. Giving them each a peck on the cheek as you headed off, choosing to let loose with a drink or two, and to see the sweet barkeep Maria who always knew how to make a good cocktail when you needed something a little sweeter.

One of the old men sipping beer bought you a shot of fireball whiskey along with one for him, you took it together with your arm looped through his. Taking the time to chat with him as Maria made you a cosmopolitan, you learned that he was an ex businessman, always a good thing to hear since they were usually divorced or widowed and happy to splash cash for a bit of attention on pretty things like you.

He shoved a twenty-dollar bill in your underwear in exchange for a lapdance which you happily obliged to, after ten minutes he was satisfied and you were a good bit richer. Not like he would realise his wallet was missing with how many drinks Maria had been forcing down his throat, it was the way of places like these, if you came in with a wallet stuffed with cash never expect to be leaving with it.

The bell above the door rang as four fresh individuals entered, you were too busy chatting with Maria to notice, not like they stopped as they passed you. But you felt their eyes burning into you from the booth they had chosen on the other side of the club. Glancing over you met four pairs of hungry eyes, winking as you finished your drink, waltzing by with a swing in your hips as you passed them. Swearing you heard something akin to a growl as you passed through the threshold into the backroom.

Tom was DJing tonight so the selection would be good, he put on something sultry as you began your set, it was one you had practiced and performed at least fifty times so you just let your muscle memory take you as you gazed out into the crowd.

When they had smelt their mate they had expected someone to be walking around the boardwalk, they were deeply agitated when they realised the scent was coming off of an older gentleman who had just left one of the well-known strip clubs in town. Before disposing of them David had tried to dig through his mind but he was too intoxicated to be of any use, disposing of him they headed in the direction of the club and quickly passed the bouncer as the larger man held up drunks from entering.

The intoxicating smell of cheap perfume and booze surrounded them and they were no longer able to sniff you out, it wasn't until they passed your form by the bar did they realise that you weren't just a worker but also one of the dancers. It took all their willpower not to take you out of there and back to the cave. Dwayne had to drag Paul and Marko away from you before they could approach.

Now all four of them were sat in a dirty booth a good couple of meters away from you, watching your glossy lips wrap around the straw in your drink as you sipped on the concoction, burning holes into the side of your head. If they had hearts they would have stopped at that moment as you turned to them, winking as you left your empty glass as the bar and strutted towards them, tensing in anticipation. Though they all let out a disappointed growl when you swept past them, heading through a door and out of their sight.

A silent battle went on in their heads as they thought up a plan of how to approach you, vampires were possessive creatures and they couldn't stand the thought of you being out working in such a place for much longer, they also knew humans liked their independence and were never very appreciative of being kidnapped.

Either way, they were going to do anything they could to seduce you tonight, using their natural abilities to entice you into coming home with them. If they could get you to drink just a bit of their blood they would immediately have a bond with you, and the mating pull with be too strong to resist.

They all looked up as the music began to rise in volume, watching with dark eyes as you danced along the main stage, soon enough you were attached to the pole at the end.

"This is better than Christmas..." Paul couldn't resist, smiling wider when the boys nodded with him, too distracted by your form to tell him off. Not that they didn't agree with him. Marko was the first to head towards you, leaning forward with his hands pressed against the side of the stage behind you.

Tonight was going well, the older dancers had told you that with the tourism of summer came even more restless people coming to seek something shunned by society, indulging in their dark desires. As you turned you met the eyes of the adorable blonde who had walked in with his friends earlier, letting your body wrap around the pole as you put on a show for him before getting on your knees and crawling towards him with hooded eyes.

Marko gulped nervously as you advanced on him, holy shit, he'd never seen something so beautiful before and the tightness in his pants certainly wasn't helping. You leaned forward as you approached, gliding your lips along his neck as you made eye contact with the other three who were waiting in the boot still, moaning as he ran his hands through your hair.

God

It took all your self-control not to jump him right there, your manager would kill you you reminded yourself as you pulled away, letting him tuck the folded bill between your teeth as you caught the end of his finger with a slight nip. He headed back to his friends and you continued to dance for them, they looked like punks but based on the Franklin now in your possession they had some serious cash on them. And you wanted it all.

Still, none of them approached you even as you traipsed back down the runway, wiggling in their direction and blowing a kiss.

It sure was fun to mess with pretty boys.

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Last updated: 24/09/2023

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Tumblr requests/fics:

1.) Very nice, Very tired, Very evil || Prompt: “You should sleep." “I am not human. I don’t need sleep.” || Ship: Hookhausen || AU: The Bakery Au

2.) How much time ya got? || Prompt: Eddie Kingston and Jon Moxley sitting in an all night diner talking about the new "adoptees" of the BCC. Bonus if you can work in Regal shipping them and a serious question on how many teeth to get Danhausen to curse Jericho. || Ship: Kingmox || Fluff

3.) Blood is as rare and as sweet as cherry wine || Prompt: have i not suffered enough? has my sacrifice been insufficient to entertain you? || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst with no happy ending

4.) BTE buddies || Prompt: “that hurt more than a brazilian wax.” || Ship: The buck brothers || OC: Jay Orton || Family fluff

5.) I love the way he looks at me || Prompt: "Waiting outside in the car after dropping the other off to ensure they at least get inside their homes safely before driving away." || Ship: bluejays and blowjobs || OC: Jay Orton || AU: the highschool AU

6.) Hand in [un]lovable hand || Prompt: “Do you trust me?” || Ship: The polycule & Southern lovin' had me a blast || OC: Jay Orton || Angst with a happy ending

7.) Getting you off is my favourite hobby || Prompt: I’m gonna stop if you don’t cum.” || Ship: Southern lovin' had me a blast || OC: Jay Orton || Fluff and smut

8.) We'll bury these old ghosts here || Prompt: “You literally don’t have to do anything to catch my attention because my eyes have never really been on anyone else other than you.” || Ship: bluejays and blowjobs || OC: Jay Orton || angst with a happy ending

9.) I need to purge my urges [I need somebody to blame] || Prompt: CM Punk trained Jay turning on him to join BCC or The Elite || Ship: Welcome home || OC: Jay Orton || AU: Elite!Jay

10.) If I said you could never touch me || Prompt: I wish you would write the conversation between Kenny and Hangman on Kenny's return. || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst with no happy ending

11.) Would you love me more? [If I killed someone for you?] || Prompt: "You're bleeding… You're bleeding bad…” || Ship: The Elite Polycule || Angst || Adam Cole gets killed

12.) We made our peace with weariness and let it be || Prompt: You were a good person once. I looked up to you" || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst with a happy ending

13.) I find myself alone at night [unless im having sex] || Prompt: "Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed" || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst

14.) There's always some reason [To feel not good enough] || Prompt: things learned in a nearly empty diner || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst

15.) An open hand [for your other man] || Prompt: “How much did it hurt?” || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst

16.) It's fine, fine, fine [Who am I?] || Prompt: "just tell me what you need. let me give it to you?" || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst with a happy ending || Kenny is a DiD system

17.) Angel to me // Watashi ni totte tenshi || Prompt: 'how long have you known?' || Ship: Hangkenny || Kota comes to AEW [1/2]

18.) You know the distance never made a difference to me || “i can't hide from you like i hide from myself” || Golden Lovers || Kota comes to AEW [2/2]

19.) I'll tell you my sins and [you can sharpen your knife] || Prompt: "I'm starting to feel jealous when I see you with other people." || Ship: bluejays and blowjobs || OC: Jay Orton

20.) The dead man in the dream is you || Prompt: "I've got a lot of bad shit that I'm taking to my grave." || Ship: N/A || OC: Jay Orton || Trans Girl Adam Cole

21.) I picture it soft and I ache || Prompt: Singing them a lullaby || Ship: Hangkenny || Fluff || Kenny Omega's stories for young lovers [1/4]

22.) Show the method of your selfless tongue [Give me a sermon] || prompt: “are you..are you blushing?” “NO physical activity just makes me red okay” || Ship: Hangmatt || smut

23.) no lover leaves the rose garden without blood on their hands || Prompt: “if I asked, would you stay?” || Ship: Hangkenny || angst

24.) Everything stays [But it still changes] || Prompt: “Kisses that have them hiding their face in your shoulder” || Ship: Hangkenny/Golden Lovers || Angst

25.) Look at you [how could I not be in love with you] || Prompt: Leaning in without realizing and then stopping just before their lips are attached to look in the other’s eyes to see if they want this too || Ship: Hangkenny || Comfort no hurt, Fluff

26.) I could be a better [boy]friend than him || Prompt: "This is a bit weird, isn't it? Sharing a bed with a stranger." || Ship: Adam Squared || Fluff

27.) I hate what you’re doing, I hate that it feels so || Prompt: “How far is too far?” “I honestly don’t know at this point.” || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst

28.) Did you kiss me so my lips would bleed? || Prompt: "Those soft gazes you can feel burning into the side of your head, and when you look back at them, they’d either hold their gaze or they’d quickly look away so you don’t catch them staring at you." || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst

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Poetry/Original works of fiction:

1.) Girl || A poem about my dysphoria || Angst

2.) Elizabeth || Original Fiction || Angst with no happy ending || Based on two alters in my system

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Wrestleprompts fic prompts/warm up writings:

1.) With tears in your eyes, you begged me to stay || Prompt: It was you the whole time || Ship: Bluejays and Blowjobs || OC: Jay Orton || Angst with a happy ending || Week two

2.) We only write by the moon || Prompt: A proposal on the beach || Ship: HangKenny || Fluff || Week three

3.) Just Cole || Prompt: When the otp+ are not on a first name basis and it becomes more intimate than more technically familiar address ||Ship: Bluejays and Blowjobs || OC: Jay Orton || Fluff || Warm up writing

4.) Can we just lay here and just forget the world? || Prompt: "I just want to lay here, with you, for a little while longer." ||Ship: The polycule || OC: Jay Orton || Fluff || Warm up writing

5.) The things we used to share || Prompt: A reluctant trip to the zoo to make a partner happy || Ship: Hangkenny || Fluff || Week five

6.) Write it in ink or in blood [it's the same either way] || Prompt: "You got a tattoo of what?" || BROTP: Crimes? Crimes! [Jay Orton & Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson] || Found Family || Week six

7.) To you I'm just a man [to me you're all I am] || Prompt: N/A || Ship: hangkenny || first fic

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Twelve days of Chirstmas 2023:

1.) glass on the rocks || Prompt: "I know it's winter, but you don't have to act so cold!" || Ship: Hangmatt

2.) But let me kiss your lips [so I know how it felt.] || Prompt: "Please open the door before I freeze to death." || Ship: Hangkenny

3.) Dancing on the blades, you set my heart on fire. || Prompt: "If you don't have gloves, you can just hold my hand." || Ship: Hangkenny || AU: The Highschool AU

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Archive of our own exclusives:

1.) Til death do us part, please keep breaking my heart [Til it ceases to beat, please be mine] || OTP: Hungbucks || Work in progress

2.) The ghost story would be over || Ship: The BCC] || OC: Jay Orton || Work in progress

3.) Love always finds a way || OTP: we're so full of love || OC: Jay Orton || AU: The Indies AU || Discontinued

4.) You know I'm gready for love || ship: N/A || Fictober 2022 || Family fluff

5.) Jon Moxley's weird way of showing affection || Ship: N/A || Fictober 2022 || Family fluff

6.) I should have known you'd bring me heartache [Almost lovers always do] || Ship: Hangkenny || Fictober 2022 || Angst no happy ending

7.) Holding his wax wings together || OC: Jay Orton || Ship: we're so full of love || Fictober 2022 || Angst and fluff

8.) Hold on [One more time with feelings || OC: Madelyn Orton || Ship: oh my god and they were roommates || AU: The roommate AU || Half-abadoned/ Currently being re-written/re-worked

9.) je ne parle pas français Sami || OC: Madelyn Orton || Ship: oh my god and they were roommates || Prestablished relationship fluff

10.) Oh I'm so human || OC: Madelyn Orton || Ship: We could build a lego house || AU: the Mob AU || Complete

11.) Fairytales don't exist || OC: Madelyn Orton || OTP: we could build a lego house [Finn Balor/Madelyn Orton] || Angst and fluff || Complete/ Currently being reworked/re-written

12.) I am not a vessel for your good intent || Dead Girl Adam Cole || Angst/fluff || Currently being written

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[howdoyousleep3]

Miss k hiiiiiiii hello hey 💜💜💜💜 I love your daddies so much they give me the most life ahhhh

so okay I’m a good lil southern girl although I moved away from the south and sometimes I like to let my redneck side come out and today is one of those times 😭 Im outside drinking shitty beer and listening to some old country music and uh I’m havin thots

I just wondered if you ever thought about a real country daddy steve and baby Bucky and what that might be like 😅🥵 like are they both down home country boys? Or does country boy (cowboy also acceptable) daddy steve show city baby boy a good ol country time or 🤤🤤 anyways idk if this will even tickle your fancy but like just know your daddies and babies live rent free in my head and even if you never imagine them as little country boys I doooooo okay bye ily

Ohhhhh, babey! You’re takin’ me back. Y’all know I grew up on a farm and in the country, sheesh. I have a super fucking weak and awful spot for someone that is country country, little southern garbage, ahaha. Give me the bonfires and the PBR (before it became cool and expensive?? I am beside myself lol) and the driving on backroads and giggin’ and those awful flannels with the sleeves cut off and driving way too fast down dirt roads.

Okay for full effect do listen to Big City by Merle Haggard. 🥰

I’ve thought about this kinda AU with Steve and Bucky so much. Like…so much and in all kinds of ways. It more than tickles my fancy, pumpkin. I’ve thought all about a City Boy Bucky rolling through a townsy bar on a Friday night and finding him a big ‘ol Farm Boy Steve and the two of them just falling head over ass for each other. Steve’s never seen anyone that resembles an angel on Earth until he sees those eyes and those lips upturned towards him. And Steve is everything Bucky never knew he could like, beard thick but not as thicc as those thighs and that ass, not donned in tailored suit pants, laugh boisterous, personality taking up as much space as his body does.

I’ve thought about Steve taking Bucky down by the river, teaching him how to catch a catfish with his bare hands, how to bait a hook, how to jump from the rope swing perfectly. I’ve thought about Steve teaching him how to shotgun a beer, how sweet his mama would be on Bucky and her teaching him how to make the perfect peach cobbler from scratch. I squeal inside when I think about Steve sitting there at the kitchen table watching his mama and the boy he’s sure he’s fallen in love with work together beautifully, the dopey look on his face when he takes a bite of Bucky’s warm cobbler and makes a surely inappropriate noise.

“Marry me, darlin’,” he’d joke with an underlying seriousness only he is aware of, and Bucky blushes up a storm, stammers. Steve is left with no choice but to pull Bucky into his lap and kiss him loudly on the cheek before finishing his helping and asking sweetly for another.

I’ve imagined the way they’d dance at the bar to Just Got Started Lovin’ On You, how close they’d be, all lined up together and Bucky moving so gorgeously and easily with Steve’s lead, the two of them looking so disgustingly in love. I’ve thought about the look of pride on Steve’s face when Bucky drinks a heckler right under the table, tequila simultaneously the best and worst thing to ever run through Bucky’s veins. Steve would stop Bucky from getting into a fight not shortly after his competitor concedes, wrapping Bucky up in two strong arms, mouth at his ear, eyes ablaze and wordlessly telling the other man to fuck right off or he’ll let this kitten go.

I’ve thought all about Bucky pushing at Steve, shouting about how he can walk to the truck, and then how he’d damn near topple over on his baby deer legs.

“You done bein’ a brat?” Steve would ask him.

“No. M’grown,” Bucky would huff as Steve wraps an arm around his waist and then picks him up under his knees anyway. Bucky biting him on the jaw for being right.

I’ve pictured Bucky reading to Steve out loud as they lay under a tree, sun high in the sky, hand knocking Steve’s hat off his head and playing with his hair as his head rests in Bucky’s lap. I’ve thought about Bucky explaining city life to Steve, the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple and how tall the buildings are and the job Bucky left behind. I’ve thought about the first time they fight, Steve getting up in his feels about how perfect and smart Bucky is and how he doesn’t deserve to be here with some country bumkin like him.

I’ve imagined how much it tears Steve up, seeing his sassy Buckaroo spittin’ and cryin’ because of him, how he’d let Bucky get in his face with a pointed finger and tell Steve that he better take his words back or else. He’d grab for and hold onto Bucky as he tries to run out of the kitchen and into the yard after Steve says he can’t take them back though, unable to watch Bucky leave.

(For full effect, make sure you do not listen to “Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain” by Willie Nelson, don’t do it, don’t)

I’ve imagined how their makeup sex has them both damn near in tears, how lucky Steve feels to be able to feel someone this close to his body and his heart, Bucky the prettiest thing he’s ever seen gasping there underneath him. I’ve imagined the way City Boy Bucky’s bottom lip would tremble, how his hands would run up and through Steve’s hair as he breathes, “I love you so…so much, Steve. Bubba…” right before Farm Boy Steve curses and cries and makes him come.

Oh yeah, I’ve thought all about this shit, my friend. I’ve let it consume me in full on numerous occasions. Maybe it’s because I projected and dreamt up my own little dream, hehe. Thank you for being in my inbox and for letting me pop off! I hope this is what you wanted. Lub you bunches. 💕