#bonus points if you get left alone with the setting for a bit beforehand

[theramblingvoid]

Sure, why not. Dot me up!

Seems like it'd be an absolute wild card but actually in the end I think the answer's quite simple. With no prep time? I feel like I'd probably win but also I wouldn't want to try really. where's the fun in that. If you were given prep time? I'd be a little afraid but mostly wildly curious about what you'd managed to come up with and for that reason alone I would like to fight for for the fun profit and challenge. I feel like I'd probably end up covered in a Science Chemical though

[ayotamacheck]

some first date headcanons with kenny and/or theo would be nice 👉🏼👈🏼 thank you 😊

can you tell i have a thing for sunsets 😭

nah but this was rlly fun!! kenny was my first love out of the bachelors <333 but him and theo are definitely some of my favs. hope you enjoy and sorry for the wait!!

both (+bonus first kiss) below :)

Kenny

omg kenny omg omg

to be honest, it probably takes /forever/ for him to realize he's in love. like, this guy is /oblivious/. he knows you make him feel a way that's different from most of his friends, sure, but he doesn't understand the extent of it for a while. when he does, it feels like a slap on the face

kenny spends a /while/ figuring out what he wants to do for the first date. it's really important to him that he does it right. he talks it over with his parents and maybe gets some advice from pablo about it. ultimately, he decides to do something comfortable.

he invites you to have a picnic dinner with him one summer night at his usual forest spot by the river.

he spends all day setting things up–hangs string lights from the trees, sets out blankets over the grass.

he even cooks all of the food himself!

he's not the best chef, but he's picked up some good vegan recipes over the years. of course he'll respect whatever dietary preferences you have in what he brings for you, though if the meal involves meat or a lot of animal product he'll probably get kira to help him make it, or at least give him some tips.

you meet a little while before sunset. the meal is delicious, and even though he's definitely nervous, the conversation flows easily. this is a very special place for him, and usually one he enjoys alone, so it means a lot for him to invite you in. he'll point out animals that rustle in the trees and bushes around you and you can listen to the river flow to your side. when the sun sets his hand finds yours and you watch it together. you stay for a while there, until the sun has long since set and you're left pointing out stars and constellations in the sky above.

it's really peaceful. you two end up staying together late into the night, until one or both of you are starting to drift off and he offers to walk you back home.

he takes you back through the woods and past the ranch where you stop to peek in on the sleeping animals before heading down the steps to your farm, hand in hand.

he walks you up the porch and thanks you for coming out with him, then says goodnight. there's a beat after his goodbye, a hesitant space. you take the chance to lean and press a kiss to his lips before promising to do this again and heading inside.

even in the dim glow of your porch light you can see his face flush bright red.

overall best date. 10/10 would recommend

Theo

omggg

theo is so sweet about it!!

he recognized his crush pretty quickly. he just didn't know what to do about it. as a teenager he used to talk to his mom about all of that emotional stuff. now he isn't as sure. jim is cool, but it feels strange to talk about something like that with his dad. it takes a while of him crushing to finally try and get some advice from lily about it. when he does, you better believe they'll figure out some way to set him up with a good date

in the end they decide on something meaningful to start. by then you and theo have been hanging out plenty–he's taken you out fishing, you've spent afternoons hanging out around the beach, and he's promised to take you out sailing sometime. but for a date, he decides to go through with that promise :)

he invites you out on his boat one evening, planning to take you around the island a bit and maybe stick around to see the sunset. you pick up food beforehand at fishenships and set off a little before sunset. he brings his guitar along, too, though he's very careful with it.

you have a really good time! it's similar to a lot of the time you spend hanging out, honestly–the conversation flows easily, and no one knows how to make you smile like theo. you sail around for a while before anchoring somewhere comfortable just off the coast of the island.

before you know it the two of you are sitting shoulder to shoulder, your fingers intertwined as you watch the sun set.

in the dusky period between sunset and the first stars, theo sings for you. it's a song he wrote himself, about you. he's right when he claims his voice has "soul" to it; he's nervous, clearly, but the passion rings clear through the melody.

he finishes and anxiously awaits a response. there's a pause as you process, and then you get the pleasure of watching his expression go brighter than the sun when you applaud and pull him forward into a kiss.

suffice to say, the night goes well

10/10 amazing first date, would recommend.

[ramzawrites]

can I request one where on doomsday dream techno Phil and y/n team up. like this team is super op cuz they’re all good at pvp.

RAMZA I WANNA SAY I LOVE YOUR WRITING YOU ARE VERY POG. STAY HYDRATED EAT WELL AND SLEEO WELL!!!

Reader Joins Team Doomsday

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Technoblade, Philza, Dream, Quackity, Ponk, Tubbo, (mentioned Tommy)

Warnings: fighting, mention of death (non descriptive), falling (non descriptive), cursing

Series: a request by a nice anon 💙

Summary: Dream and Technoblade just teamed up in front of almost whole L’Manberg which was a catrastrophic outcome in of itself but when Dream exteneded his invite for teaming up also to Y/N? The L’Manberg people knew they were absolutely screwed.

Words count: 3930

Authors Note: Thank you for the request!! 💙 Also thank you for the nice words!!! I hope you are doing well! Please make sure to stay hydrated and that you rest as well! Thank you pog anon!!

„Listen, we will blow up L’Manberg this time tomorrow!” Dream yelled out. His voice echoing through the ruin that used to be the Community House. All while he was surrounded by a handful of people decked out in armor brandishing their weapons.

Techno stood close by him. A sick grin on his face while he held his infamous rocket launcher between his hands. No surprise there that he would immediately jump on the idea of blowing up this government, especially after they went out of their way trying to kill him while he was in retirement.

A few people let out shocked gasps or surprised exclamations as Dream announced this. Knowing that Dream was a hundred percent serious with this, as well as Techno. Those two were a dangerous combination. A deadly even.

So when Dream moved his head upwards to look at Y/N who seemed to stoically stare at the happenings and calmly asked “Won’t you join us, Y/N?” Everyone’s worry spiked even more.

Y/N scoffed and slammed the end of the trident they were holding onto the small bit of solid ground they were standing on “You already know my answer, Dream.”

While Techno seemed to be a bit confused for a few seconds he appeared to make the connection. Those two have talked about this beforehand.

The others didn’t seem to understand though.

“Y/N? You are joining them?” Tubbo sounded downright hurt.

In that moment Quackity chimed in as well “You are betraying us?”

The grip on Y/N’s trident strengthened “You bet I will! You guys never treated me like one of yours! All I was good for was to get you better gear or play body guard! Hell, at some point you guys basically imprisoned me only to let me out to train you on how to fight Techno! One of my dear friends! How does this surprise you?”

People were already panicked and scared but this was the disaster scenario. There were only three people on this server known for being amazing fighters and all three of them just banded together to destroy their home and possibly kill them all.

Before anyone could retort Dream clapped loudly in his hands to pull everyone’s attention back on himself “We gave you the warning, that’s all. See you all tomorrow.”

With that Dream used an Ederpearl to flee. Y/N followed him suit, having all of this planned out beforehand. Though this also meant they awkwardly left Techno behind but he should be fine. After all he was the Technoblade and as everybody knew Technoblade never dies.

Once the two were far enough away Dream turned to Y/N “Thanks. I appreciate what you are doing. Wouldn’t want to fight against you.”

Y/N laughed “Neither do I. They already looked so scared with your team up with Techno but after you pulled me in they really looked like sheets of paper. It was… interesting to see. Either way I should be the one thanking you. You are giving me a chance for revenge.”

They continued to move towards a snowy tundra. Dream taking the lead since Y/N has been stuck in L’Manberg in the last few months. They wore netherite armor but it was unenchanted. Given to them by the butcher army after they told them of their plan to kill Dream.

The original plan was that Y/N would join them later and make sure that they will be alright. Playing a bodyguard for them once again. Normally they would have used the given armor and weapons as soon as they got it to flee but Dream has met them before this even happened. Hatching out a plan together so in the end this gear was an added bonus that gave extra protection while they fled with Dream.

“Why are we here?”

“Well we gotta prepare.” Dream answered as if that would answer Y/N’s question sufficiently.

While Y/N didn’t exactly truly trust Dream, mostly due to the fact they trusted no one, they didn’t feel the need to ask him to elaborate and instead continued to follow him dutiful. He had something planned and they had to follow him no matter what.

Where else could they go? Their only home was in L’Manberg even if it was more of a prison.

Dream was an enigma to them. Y/N had fought with the man a few times and it was always incredibly tiring every time which was something new for them.

Both Dream and Techno were physical strong, though Y/N suspected that Techno was a bit stronger simply because of his Piglin side.

Techno was a master at preparing and using everything to his disposal and if he didn’t have it he wasn’t scared to spend a ludicrous amount of time to gather these items. He was like a true juggernaut. People called him the Blood God for a reason after all.

Dream was more versatile. Of course he did plan things beforehand but he was better at acting during the situation. If the situation changed you can bet that he was already three moves ahead and noticed things around him he can use for his advantage. Now combine this with the knowledge he had about the world and he seemed almost unstoppable.

Just like Dream and Techno they too were physical strong which came naturally over the years but they relied more on their speed. Being a master at dodging blows and abusing peoples weak spots before they even realize they had any.

Now that they teamed up Y/N could understand how the people begun to fret. Alone the three were a force to be reckoned with but together it wasn’t hard to imagine that they could level a whole city or a nation in this specific case.

“Here, we arrived.” Dream almost whispered. His porcelain mask hiding his satisfied smile as he spotted Techno talking with Philza inside what looked like a nether wart farm. Probably telling him about what just happened and how Tommy betrayed him.

Philza waved towards the two new arrivals “Hello Dream and Y/N.”

Surprised Techno turned around.

“What? We have to plan this somehow even a little bit. This is a bit bigger than just winging it.” Dream explained.

Techno stepped out of the farm and dug his finger into Dream’s shoulder “I have a bone to pick with you two.” He made sure to throw his frown towards Y/N as well as he said that “You just left me! You left me alone surrounded by like thirty people!”

Dream slowly pushed Techno’s hand away from him “And yet here you stand alive and well.”

“No thanks to you!”

“Boy, am I glad to finally meet my old friend Technoblade after being imprisoned inside my own home.” Y/N interjected, already having heard enough of their bickering.

Philza sharply sucked in some air “Yeah, I know what that feels like.”

Techno sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose “Don’t get me even started on you. They started a government right in front of us, you helped me build the Wither’s that destroyed them and yet you still stayed.”

“Oh, Techno you know very well what happened! They managed to catch me when I made sure to keep them off your back as you fled! Besides it gave me time to find out more about their structure and what was happening! I couldn’t know we wouldn’t need it in the end since Dream himself appeared to join our cause in this instance!”

Dream was calm and collected before but now he seemed almost apalled that Y/N would throw such an accusation against him “What?! Now it’s my fault?!”

Phil made his way towards the arguing warriors and made sure to stand in between them, they wouldn’t fight, not yet at least, the fight wasn’t heated enough for that but he needed to get their attention off each other “Okay, I think that is enough. You only have so much time to plan Doomsday.”

“You are right Phil, of course. Well then I have to show both Dream and Y/N something.” Techno seemed to have calmed down and made his way towards his home. Dream followed him and Y/N was about to follow him as well but Philza stopped them by laying his hand on their shoulder.

“Are you okay? You basically have been locked up by the L’Manbergians longer than me”

Y/N smiled softly “Besides missing my old gear? I am alright. Really. But thanks for asking.”

This seemed to be answer enough since he let his hand fall back to his side and instead concentrated on Techno who came running out of his house again with a button in his hand. Dream closely following and confused. Y/N assumed he was confused by his body language but it was hard to tell with his mask.

“Please follow me.”

So the group did as he ran around the corner towards a mountain range. All the while complaining to Chat, the voices in his head, that they had wants for completely unrelated things.

He placed the button down and pressed it. With the loud sounds of pistons moving a flat stone wall begun retracting giving away to a room with wither skulls on the back of the room. Soul Sand structures decorating the room as well as  a few chests and what looked like the start of a netherite armor set.

“What!?” Dream exclaimed in his typical fashion running into the hidden place to get a better look at the Wither skulls.

While Y/N was certainly impressed by this something felt off about this. Technically those were a ton of Wither skulls since they are incredibly hard to get by but it didn’t feel enough for Techno but Y/N chose to hold their thoughts to themself.

“As you can see we have enough for a few Withers and combined with, you mentioned raining down TnT?”

“Yeah, Yeah I did. A machine that will literally rain down TnT on the nation.”

“Yeah, combined with that and our fighting power we shouldn’t have a problem destroying L’Manberg.”

Y/N stretched “Okay, we got the gist of the plan I guess but I want a proper one. How will this go down exactly?”

The next day Y/N woke up early. More out of habit than need. They put on their freshly enchanted netherite armor and grabbed their new weapons as well. A netherite sword, crossbow and trident. Techno was already up, probably way before them. He was meticulous when it comes to preparing for fights after all.

As Y/N climbed down the ladder to get to the main level of Techno’s house they found him looking through a chest.

“Morning Techno and thanks for the makeshift bed and letting me sleep over.”

“Seeing as you are currently homeless I didn’t really have a choice and besides it makes it easier to meet up. Even though mister green Teletubby thought otherwise.” He grumbled “By the way there are some baked potatoes inside the furnace. Feel free to grab some.”

Y/N nodded and moved towards the furnace grabbing their breakfast. Potatoes, how typical.

The next few hours was spent by Techno, Philza and Y/N brewing potions as well as warming up. They got into their armor and made sure all of their equipment was working.

Now imagine their surprise while all of them were deep in their preparations and Dream appeared a good hour or so too early.

“Dream? Already here?” Y/N asked him.

He laughed “What? Already sick of me? I’m joking but there is a small change in plans. Let’s get going. Now.”

In the last part the tone in his voice changed from happy to serious which gave Y/N a bit of whiplash with how fast he could apparently change his emotions.

Technoblade pivoted his head to the side “Why already? Did something happen?”

Thankfully Dream shook his head “No, but let’s catch them off guard. If we go now they will surely be surprised.”

“Huh. He has a point.” Philza noted.

So the small group, they begun calling themselves Team Doomsday, started making their way towards L’Manberg but not without first getting Techno’s Hound Army. It was a bit stressful to get through the Nether with them but in the end they managed to reach the Community Nether Portal which led them close to the nation.

“I’m getting ready for the TnT, you all three get into the city and begin doing your thing. Techno as soon as you give me the signal I will spawn Withers and start the machine.” Dream ranted off resulting in Y/N rolling their eyes.

“Dream we were there when we planned this all.”

“Right.” And with that he vanished.

Technoblade turned to Philza “And you stay out of danger. Just spawn some Withers and by Ender stay out of danger. Call for us if anyone gets too close to you.”

This was Philza’s time to roll his eyes “Mate, I know. I’ll be fine!”

He most likely would. Philza was some apparently immortal being after all that still somehow only had one life. It was confusing but Y/N didn’t want to ask since Philza himself seemed to be very secretive about his nature.

With that Philza made sure to stay far away from Techno and Y/N. Still watching them but from a safe distance, holding onto the bag with the extra Wither skulls from Techno.

Together Y/N and Techno ran into the city with the wolves. As soon as Techno spotted Tubbo he immediately ordered his hounds to attack but didn’t attack himself immediately. He needed Tubbo to call the others so this thing could really start. After all, all of them had to get what’s due for them.

And indeed it didn’t take long for Quackity and the others to appear.

“Shit, it’s both Y/N and Techno!”

“Where is Dream!”

“No, idea!”

“We are so fucked!”

The people were scrambling, trying to protect their home but every time they got too close to Techno or Y/N the hounds would throw themselves at them. It was almost ironic how when Sapnap appeared the fight really begun.

“Techno I’ll deal with the people! I think it’s time for our secret weapon!” Y/N yelled over the chaos as they kicked Quackity away.

Between the L’Manbergian party Sapnap and Punz were definitely the biggest problem but as it looked like Punz barely participated. Sapnap was a definite surprise so Y/N wanted to deal with him if they get the chance. Test their mettle against him and maybe find out what moved him to work against Dream so readily.

“Got you!” Techno answered, showing that he heard them.

He got out his rocket launcher and shot a few rounds into the air, giving Dream and Phil both the sign. When Techno himself also got out some soul sand the others understood what was happening and tried their best to reach the Pig Hybrid.

Unfortunately for them the hound army and Y/N stopped them dead in their track.

Y/N had no problem running from person to person to either deflect their attack or kick them away from Techno as he built his little contraption. Two Withers already begun flying towards the middle of the nation. This broke up the group and a few decided to dedicate their fighting prowess to ensure that the Withers wouldn’t cause too much damage.

To that suddenly red TnT blocks suddenly begun raining down from the sky. A manic laughing Dream standing on top of an obsidian structure.

While the people scrambled to not die to the Withers, the dogs or the explosions, Team Doomsday, minus Phil, saw their chance to properly get into the fights.

Y/N didn’t spend any time waiting and immediately jumped in front of Sapnap’s way brandishing their sword. A smirk on their face.

Sapnap looked determined but worry still managed to crack through his expression. He locked his eyes with theirs and moved in heaving his sword up in order to strike them.

But Y/N stayed calm. They took a step forward and practically flowed around him, dodging his attack as they slammed down the sword at his side. It made contact with his armor but as it slid down the metal it managed to hit an exposed part of his arm.

Hissing Sapnap tried hitting them with a sweeping move towards their direction. Y/N used their sword to redirect his weapons movement away from them.

“Your reaction time is good! Too bad I’m better.” Y/N mused as they went back in to attack him.

They attacked him again, giving him a false sense as he tried to block their incoming attack only for them to move around again and kick him in the back of his knee. His leg buckled and crashed down into the dirt. Without any mercy Y/N kicked him again in his leg using the extra strength they had due to the strength potions.

“Fuck!” Sapnap cried out and put his hand inside a brown bag on his side, getting out an Enderpearl and throwing it away. He soon followed and disappeared as well.

“Oh no! You get back here! I haven’t even had the chance to ask you what the hell you think you are doing!”

But Sapnap didn’t hear them. He was too busy dodging attacks from a Wither.

“Y/N!” It was Phil calling out to them. As Y/N looked to where his voice came from they noticed both Ponk and Quackity coming closer to him. They knew he probably could deal with them but still. He was on his last life after all. Extra caution was warranted.

Y/N angled their own Enderpearl towards the blonde brit. Originally planned to be used to follow Sapnap but Phil was more important right now.

The wind got knocked out of their lungs as they landed in front of Phil. The sound of metal hitting each other rung out. A sword hitting Y/N’s armored back.

For a second Phil looked surprised only to jump back to his serious expression as he managed to see Y/N’s smile. He immediately got out a splash potion and threw it at himself and Y/N. They immediately noticed their strength returning. A healing potion. He got another one which seemed to be a strength potion, prolonging the effect that was already on them.

Thankful for the small pit stop Y/N turned around while he was busy throwing the strength potions, looking Quackity right in his face.

Quackity looked pretty confident before but now he was white as snow. Ponk put his second hand on the hilt of the sword. His sword was the one that clattered down on Y/N only to get parried by their armor.

“You betrayed us! Y/N! Do you really wanna do this?” Quackity tried to appeal to them.

Y/N sneered “How does this surprise you still? How? How does this not get in your head? You imprisoned me and made me work against my will against one of my only friends? How does this not enter your thick skull?”

They moved their arm up and brought it down on Quackity. It didn’t surprise them that he managed to parry it with his own but Y/N doubled down pressing down on the blade with their own. Effectively locking him into this position.

Obviously Ponk saw his chance and tried attacking Y/N who was preoccupied with the Vice President but Philza was still there. He just had to extend his trident and managed to interlock Ponk’s blade between the forks of his weapons.

“Phil!” Weirdly enough he seemed to be surprised by that.

“You were about to attack me! Don’t sound so shocked!”

Y/N pushed even harder on Quackity, forcing him to take a step back, getting dangerously close to the edge of the crater that the TNT is still in the progress of making.

“You are just as bad as Techno. Just as bad as Dream.” He spat. Still trying to work against Y/N’s strength.

“From what I saw in my time in this L’Manberg I very much prefer that. At least they treat me like a human person and not just as a weapon to be used!”

With that Y/N musted up the rest of their strength and pushed even harder down. Forcing out a yell as they pushed him one last time. Quackity not having enough strength to hold out anymore had to take another step only to find that there was no ground anymore. He slipped and fell down into the crater.

Not wasting any time Y/N spun towards Ponk who was clashing his sword against Philza’s shield. He was a good enough fighter but it still looked pathetic. He was too desperate.

Y/N used the adrenaline of arguing with Quackity to run and throw their whole body into Ponk. Making him stumble and fall down onto the ground.

Pointing their sword at his throat “I’m sorry Ponk. I respect you for standing up to your ideals but here is the end of the road today for you. Maybe next time you will have a better chance.”

His eyes widened and a weak protest left his mouth but Y/N ignored it. Pushing their sword down, killing him. His body dissolving into golden dust. He was returning to his bed and respawning.

Phil looked at his worn out shield “You okay, Y/N?”

They laughed dryly “I should ask you that. I am fine. I am holding my own out here, how are you?”

“I’m luckily good as well. Thanks for helping me, Y/N.”

It was sad to think about how they never got a proper thanks from the L’Manberg people. It was expected that they helped them.

Y/N nodded “Always.”

They wanted to jump back into the fight but suddenly Dream stood next to them. Looking over the crater.

The opposing party was scattered. Now more dealing with injuries than the fights. Only one Wither left flying around. The crater reached bedrock and yet the explosions still rang.

“I think it’s time we go. This nation is done for.” He spoke.

Techno joined the party. He looked like he was doing alright. His armor obviously scratched up but he was doing alright.

“I say we seemed to be successful.” He noted.

Dream put his hand on Y/N’s shoulder “I saw you fight. Did you know that a few people did a wide berth around you? Avoiding you at all cost?”

Y/N raised one of their eyebrows as they stared at Dream’s masked face. His head directed straight ahead as he observed Tommy who helped Tubbo with one of his injuries he acquired when he protected him from one of Techno’s rockets.

A few seconds passed in silence but then he turned his head towards Y/N “They are scared of you. Proof of your strength. Do with that knowledge what you will but I thought I should tell you since it was interesting to watch from above.”

“Let’s get going. If we wait long enough for them to recuperate then we might still have a problem since we are getting low on potions as well.” Techno spoke in a calm voice.

Truly. For Tommy, Tubbo, for all of the people who tried to protect L’Manberg. The team up of Dream, Techno, Philza and Y/N was their biggest nightmare that just came to fruition.

They knew they didn’t have a chance and yet they had to try. Had to try to protect their home like they always did but it was a vain effort. Who would have enough power to fight against warrior gods?

[gohnnyjuitar]

howdy from my least favorite cowboy

below the cut i’ve got another picture of all of his immediate family by the end of his canon and an (easier to read) transcript of what the ref actually says + more fun facts/bits to his story!

Jesse “Tex” Everett King

25 | Leo | he/him | gay pride flag | 5′9, 5′11 with his boots

STR 9 | PER 5 | END 8 | CHR 10 | INT 3 | AGI 6 | LUCK 8

Chaotic Neutral

Anxiety & panic disorder (had some mild anxiety before getting shot; post-shot it’s more severe, sometimes crippling)

Allergic to bees and wasps (deathly so)

From the Fort Worth area (mother runs King Ranch - prewar Oakland Ranch)

Has multiple issues from being shot (near blind in left eye, hard of hearing + tinnitus in left ear, migraines, vertigo)

Bonus Facts Not Listed

(some of these are taken directly from his old reference sheet)

His birthday is July 30th, 2256

Tex gets to New Vegas from Texas when he’s around 22, he’s in and out of the city until the October after he turns 25, when Benny shoots him for the Platinum Chip

In modern settings he has a hairless cat named Bastard, who hates him, and a husky named Ranger

Tex can’t sing to save his life, but he can play guitar and harmonica. Other hobbies of his include whittling and roping, including lasso tricks.

He can’t grow an actual beard but no one can talk him into shaving

He’s an absolute bastard child don’t let the pretty face fool you he will absolutely try to charm you out of your last cap

He and Swank have an on and off fling that almost turns serious before Tex disappears and is shot by Benny. The three of them were more or less buddies before the fact, leading to Tex not really trusting Swank as much once he figures out what they used to be.

Everett King, Jesse’s father, was kicked off the family ranch by his mother Abigale only a few months after his youngest sister, Parker, was born. Everett was a chronic drunk and would end up being verbally abusive to Abigale and he is the reason why Tex doesn’t drink much, if at all.

Tex’s Perception used to be much higher. Post-headshot, it dropped about 4 points and he’s not so great at aiming anymore given his out of wack depth perception. Where he used to favor his six shooter in combat, he now prefers close combat with his shotgun and knife (or any blunt object he can get a hand on).

The nickname “Tex” didn’t come until after he got shot despite being originally from Texas. The first song he hears after waking up is “Big Iron” and he picked up on “Texas Red” specifically. He didn’t know why at the time, but calling himself “Tex” just seemed right. He doesn’t find out his actual name until he manages to enter the Strip and talk to Swank for the first time.

A number of things happened to him after getting shot by Benny. He’s mostly blind in his left eye (he can make out blurry, dark shapes with his right eye closed, so he’s effectively blind in that eye. his perception was Much higher before that; around 10). He had anxiety beforehand, but it turns into full blown panic disorder after (it’s a problem usually when he’s alone or in a high stress situation. He fixed up ED-E and hasn’t travelled without some sort of companion since. he picked up smoking to help with his nerves). He’s also prone to migraines and vertigo, not to mention tinnitus that comes and goes in his left ear. His more severe panic attacks tend to happen when he’s on his own in an unfamiliar setting, which makes DLCs like Dead Money or Old World Blues pretty rough.

His usual companions are Veronica, Cass or Arcade along with ED-E

Tex’s canon ending is the No Gods, No Masters route. Eventually, he settles down and becomes a lead bartender at a refurbished Gomorrah. He almost became a co-owner, but decided against the responsibility, instead he continues to do a little courier work here and there.

Main Love Interests

Swank (this was mostly an off and on thing before Tex got shot. Swank caught feelings but Tex didn’t, then Benny shot Tex and Tex lost a lot of trust towards anyone at the Tops.)

Milo ((pictured above) Hot-headed and adventurous Milo. They are an off and on thing both before and after getting shot, though less so after Tex is shot, and they met when assigned to a courier job together. There was potential for some form of closer relationship, but the two have an issue of grating at each other’s nerves and end up fighting constantly towards the end of their “on” phases. Tex doesn’t find out about Winona (pictured above) until she’s about 3 years old; Milo leaves her in the care of his older brother and sister-in-law in Freeside whenever he’s busy with his own courier work on the west coast. Milo eventually ends things with Tex permanently after he finds a fella on a job in Reno, though he continues to play an active role in Winona’s life and remains mostly amicable with Tex post-canon.)

Jace Black (( @courier-sux​‘s beloved baby angel) Tex and Jace meet just a few months after Tex arrives in New Vegas in 2278 outside of Camp McCarran while Jace was on duty. Initially unimpressed by this new baby-faced stranger hitting on him, Jace brushed it off at first, though eventually came around to the idea of humoring him after Tex kept coming around. Jace, however, returns home to California after his contract with the NCR expires in 2279. The two say their goodbyes and don’t meet again until the events of 2281 transpire, leaving Tex with very little to no memory of Jace besides frustrating flashes of gentle touches and a soft but weary laugh. The two travel together off and on throughout the events of New Vegas and feelings rekindle, especially after Tex regains a sizable chunk of memories after Old War Blues. Though it’s a rocky relationship sometimes given Tex’s fear of commitment, and nearly caves in on itself when Tex disappears without a goodbye after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, the pair manage to work things out in the end with an extensive apology from Tex and a promise to try to be better. In most cases, they are the canon relationship for Tex and the one that lasts past the ending of New Vegas.)

Traits

Heavy Handed

Early Bird

Perks

Confirmed Bachelor

Ferocious Loyalty

Fortune Finder

Shotgun Surgeon

Toughness

Strong Back

Faceclaim(s)/Inspiration(s)

Michael Vlamis

(young) Jude Law, James Dean, Jonathan Kirk from the Try Guys

Playlist

Doggone Cowboy

[lovelyjasmari]

KHOC Week 2020 ~ Day 3

Art commissioned by @madasthyhatter​

@khoc-week​

While her ability to use a keyblade was inherited from her grandmother, many of Kalai’s powers are inherited from her father. When she’s still a teenager, Dilan teaches her how to use a lance but she really doesn’t tap into her affinity with the wind until she becomes a Nobody. 

Alixka wields several types of spears and staffs and can create and control storms. She’s called the Maiden of Tempests because her powers are extremely volatile and it takes her a while to really take control of her abilities. 

Below is an excerpt from the rewritten second installment of her story, showing Alixka using her powers to take down some pretty powerful Heartless. By this point in the story she’s had trouble grasping her abilities without harming herself and has been knocked to critical health afew times already. This is the first time she’s used her powers successfully. Also, can you guess the Disney character she’s interacting with?

Merciless Storm (Excerpt) ~ 966 Word Count

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The sound of a cracking piece of driftwood brought Alixka’s mind back to reality. She wasn’t alone anymore and that’s when she noticed the girl from the village, watching her. Despite knowing that she should not be interacting with Somebodies, Alixka found herself curious about her. And clearly she was curious about Alixka. 

“I...I don’t know where you came from.” she began hesitantly. “But thank you, for destroying that monster.”

The Maiden of Tempests smiled; she seemed nice and not afraid or suspicious of her. She was about to say something to her when they felt a strong gust of wind coming from the ocean. The waves rose to dangerous heights and the girl ran off, back into the direction of the village. 

“Oh no, not again!” 

“Has this happened before?!” Alixka asked. “What is it?!” 

“Another one! Another monster!”

And with these words, the skies went dark, clouded by the wings of two large winged Heartless. Dustfliers! 

Damnit, Saix! You didn’t tell me I’d be dealing with THESE bastards too! 

Her weapon was drawn as she watched them fly out to the sea. The way they glided along the water caused more high waves and Alixka began to understand why the houses behind her had been abandoned. The tidal waves caused by the Dustfliers must have made it impossible to live so close to the sea. But Alixka would take care of them now. 

It didn’t matter at that moment that Alixka did not have a keyblade, she would take down these monsters and prevent them from terrorizing the inhabitants a moment longer. This time, fighting them proved easier than in Dwarf Woodlands, now that she understood how they moved and how they attacked. One of the Dustfliers returned to the shore, charging at Alixka but she managed to avoid an inevitable collision with a gale that pushed the monster back to sea. She ran into the water and slashed at the creature, finishing it off with a flurry of hail. 

There was only one left, it circled above her, spitting fireballs that Alixka dodged with ease before it swooped back down into the waves. The resulting gale pushed her back to the shore and before she could stand again, it created a shockwave that covered the beach and the sea. Temporarily stunned, she glared up at the monster. And for the briefest moments, she thought about using her Limit. 

No. I can’t! Not after I promised Xaldin that I wouldn’t! Not until I’m stronger. 

The monster was lunging for her again, she had to stop it before it returned to the shore. She summoned another gale that pushed the monster back to sea long enough for her to think about her next course of action when a soft, natural wind passed through her hair. This gave her an idea. 

Alixka returned the waves, her eyes not leaving the monster for a single moment. It took a few moments longer but finally, another natural wind came and she closed her eyes, focusing on it. At the right moment, her eyes snapped open as she manipulated the wind to accelerate her body towards the monster. Her spear drawn, she slashed at the creature's neck in a swift and critical blow. It wailed and began to fall back into the waves but it was still alive, though not for long. 

The wind answered her call once more and propelled her back into the sky she summoned hail that mercilessly pelted the Heartless and finally, with it’s attention away from her, she plunged downward, running her spear through the Dustflier and destroying it. 

Breathless and exhilarated, Alixka returned to the shore and fell back into the sand. Gazing up at the sky and marveling to herself that she had actually managed to fight off three large Heartless without help or without the use of her Limit power. She closed her eyes and smiled, feeling herself drift off to sleep before being interrupted by the sound of footsteps. She got up but found herself not surprised anymore to see the young girl watching her with admiration.

“Those monsters won’t trouble you or your people again.” Alixka smiled. 

“That was AMAZING!” the girl rushed towards her and took her hands excitedly. “The way you took down those creatures! How the wind carried you! It was incredible! YOU’RE incredible!”

The older girl laughed. Keyblade or not, she had destroyed the monsters and earned this young girls reverence. It felt odd to her, that a Somebody could think so highly of her as a Nobody but it was endearing to her nevertheless. Alixka thought of her most recent dream, of the person who had defended her against monsters, and how much she wanted to be strong just like that person. This girl’s admiration reminded her of that. 

“Thank you,” she said. “But your praise is not necessary. Fighting those creatures, it’s what I do.”

“But what you do is wonderful! You truly have the heart of a warrior!” Alixka bit back a little scoff in spite of herself. Clearly this girl was not aware of the nature of Nobodies and in the next moment, she began to pull Alixka towards her village. “You have no idea how much trouble those monsters were giving my people! Please! Allow us to thank you properly!”

Alixka knew that what the girl was suggesting was against every rule in the Organization’s handbook, but at the same time, she found herself not really caring. The praise was moving her in a way she did not understand nor could she describe, but she was enjoying it. And there was something about this girl that she enjoyed as well, so much so that she felt it wouldn’t be so bad to break the rules a little while longer. 

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BONUS: I’m still in the process of designing Kalai’s post KH3 keyblade but I imagine it to be a long reach silver blade called Graceful Destiny. Below is an excerpt from the fifth installment of her story. After a few months of training together, she and Kairi have their skills tested. The path of training has not been an easy one, will they succeed? Let’s find out!

First Test of Strength ~ 1176 Word Count

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The rest of the day was spent in preparation for the night to come. Soon after the last bit of sunlight had fallen behind the mountains, Aqua summoned Kairi and Kalai to the mountain path to begin what they had been training for. The others watched on in the distance. 

“Now, while this is not an examination for the Mark of Mastery.” She said to them. “ Nevertheless I expect you both to perform to the best of your ability. Look into your hearts to find the power you need. And it will surely lead to triumph.”  

“Yes, Master!” They said in unison. 

Behind their master stood a large set of gold rings attached to chains, Aqua motioned toward them. 

“Strike the rings to make them spin, keep them spinning in the air for five minutes.” 

This was the first part of three in their test. Between the two of them, they managed it with ease. When the rings had been spinning for the specified time, Aqua told them to shoot at them with streams of light, which they did easily.

For the second part of their test, she summoned an invisible wall in front of her and instructed them to shoot more light at the barrier. When the light bounced back they guarded it easily. Then Aqua told them to do the same as she summoned a stream of light directed to them. They guarded it again with ease, passing their second trial.

“Two down, one more to go!” Ventus beamed. 

“They got this!” Terra grinned. 

Finally, Aqua extended her hand and summoned Brightcrest, her own keyblade. She smiled as she took up a fighting stance. Kalai and Kairi glanced at each other; they had already known what the first trials of the exam would be beforehand, but not this. 

“For your final trial, you will both take me on.”

“HUH?!” Kairi jumped. “At the same time?!”

“How is that fair?” Kalai asked. 

“It’s not!” Kairi answered her. But Aqua continued to smile and Elrena giggled. 

“Aqua is a Keyblade Master!” She said. “So if you’re worried about hurting her, don’t! Be more worried she’ll hurt you!”

“Gee, thanks!” Kalai laughed. “But very well, Aqua. If that is what you expect of us.”

Without another word, their master charged at them. At once, Kalai jumped out of the way while Brightcrest clashed with Destiny’s Embrace. The older girl took a moment to smile at how Kairi managed to hold off Aqua’s attack before lunging at her from behind. It was as though the master had eyes in the back of her head because although she seemed focused on the younger girl, she swiftly spun around and summoned a rainbow of energy that Kalai quickly guarded before clashing her blade with Aqua's.

They traded blows for a few minutes with Kairi moving beside Kalai, her senses on high alert but unsure of what to do next. Then an idea came to her. 

“Get down!” 

Kalai assumed that was directed at her and did so. Kairi then summoned several pearls of light while her friend summoned a gale. This time Aqua was not fast enough to dodge both attacks but she regained her footing almost immediately. Her blade clashed with Kairi’s once more and Kalai watched their movements just as the younger girl had done for her moments ago. 

“Now, Kairi!” 

When the time came, Kairi spun out of the way, she stumbled but Kalai jumped in front of her. Neither were sure they could defeat Aqua but neither would back down. The older girl managed to disarm their master briefly, and she took the opportunity to spin around her and deliver a blow from behind. Aqua fell forward and Kairi was about to point her blade at her in victory but she surprised her by cartwheeling forward and making Brighcrest reappear in her hand. 

“Not bad, you two.” She grinned. “But…”

She pointed her blade at Kairi, and in the next moment, she was ensnared with chains of light. Kalai pointed Graceful Destiny and summoned another gale that Aqua blocked with ease while charging at her. The older girl tried to get behind her master again but was unsuccessful. Their weapons clashed but Aqua pushed her away before preparing to trap her in the same chains of light. Kairi could see this and with all her might, tried to break free from her trap and surprised both herself and her friends watching when she managed to do it. 

“Amazing!” gasped Lauriam.

“I got ya, Kalai!”

Kairi was so quick running to her friend that she did not even see it coming when her master thrashed her blade at her, and in the next moment, she was on her knees, Brightcrest pointed at her nose.

“Oh no!”

At once Kalai worried about what this would do for her friend’s confidence. She had been doing so well until that moment. But when she rushed to help her friend up, she did not see sadness or disappointment. Quite the opposite. She was breathless, but strangely enough, laughing. Aqua made her blade vanish and smiled at her pupils. 

“Well done, girls.” She said. “Hope I didn’t go too hard on you.”

“Too hard?” Kalai suppressed a giggle. “No way! Right, Kairi?”

“Yeah…” 

In truth, fighting Aqua had been very hard, but neither would say so aloud. Her skill was on a whole different level compared even to  Lauriam and Elrena. It could easily be seen why she was considered a Master.

“Kalai, your strength is without question.” Aqua went on. “But you attack from behind too much.”

Kalai bit her lip to keep from smiling, that was something her father had often chided her for. It had been a good trait in her Organization days but not as an honorable keyblade wielder. That would be something she would have to unlearn. 

“And Kairi, your skills have improved immensely. But you hesitate too much. Stop being so afraid; there is nothing to fear. Your heart is strong. Let it guide you.”

Kairi lowered her head in modesty and felt when her older friend put her arm around her. It was still hard for her to believe that she was anything but weak, but today had helped her see that she would not always be weak if she kept training and had faith in herself. 

“In the end, you two fought best when you worked together. That is ultimately what is expected of you, as the newest generation of keyblade wielders.” Aqua turned to Lauriam, Elrena and Ventus who were still watching from the side with Terra. “We are all on the same side and fight for the same goal. Remember that. Kalai, Kairi, you both pass. Tomorrow I will give you your new armor.”

How their hearts swelled with joy at this! They embraced each other and then embraced their master. It had been difficult, but they had done it. This would be the first step forward in their new journey with their three other companions. Together, as warriors of the keyblade.

[raindrop-on-a-spiderweb]

Birds and Bees

Requested Bonus Chapter about the first time Leonardo saw Andrea.

***

It was a long birth, and it wasn't easy.

The girl looked as if she were a young teenager, although the insults she hurled seemed to point to a more worldly, older woman. In any case, she was far too underdeveloped to be carrying a baby this big to term. She should have been induced much earlier.

When the baby fell out, after hours of pushing and shifting it to the right position, the mother was barely conscious, her face sickly pale from blood loss. Her hand was held limply in that of Mr. Borghese, and her eyes were rolled into the back of her head. Mr. Borghese had one hand cradling her face, but when the baby fell out, he stood up. "Let me hold her."

It wasn't breathing yet, and they were checking vitals. Shirley was cutting the umbilical cord that still tethered it to its mother. "Wait," said Wendy, her voice still trembling from fear that either mother or child would die.

"No. Give her to me. I should be the first person to hold her. I'm her father."

He was very insistent, almost overbearing, but Wendy ignored him until the baby erupted in a high, healthy wail.

It was then Wendy allowed it to be relinquished to its persistent father. Dressed as he was in a well-tailored dark suit and tie, he still cradled the newly born child close to his expensive clothing, blood and amniotic fluid staining his white undershirt. 

The sudden relief on his face was almost childlike, like a son whose mother had come home after a long time away. "Ciao, Vittoria," he whispered, so softly Wendy was she was the only one who heard. "I've been waiting for you a long time." 

His eyes shone like stars in the neon lights above. He stared at the mess of blood and placenta on his arms like he was staring at the manifestation of Jesus Christ himself.

"He needs to be cleaned," interjected Wendy. "And his blood needs to be taken."

"He?"

The sudden chill in his voice made a sense of doom fall over her. "Yes, he. Please give him back."

Mr. Borghese's face became placidly blank. He handed over his firstborn son as hurriedly as handing over a bag of trash. Then he disappeared out the door, the double doors swinging shut behind him. And Wendy and the nurses were left to clean and check the baby themselves.

When the boy had all his vitals checked  and was swaddled and lying in a crib, Wendy finally let herself leave the room to wash herself. She was shaking hard. 

Outside, in the visitor's room, she saw Mr. Borghese with his face in his hands, the blood smearing on his face. His mouth was downturned and trembling.

"Mr. Borghese?" She said weakly as she stopped in front of him. "Your son is safe."

"My son?" He said quietly, not lifting his head.

"Yes. Your son is a healthy nine pounds, three ounces." She did not mean for the forcefulness to enter her tone, but it did, and he seemed to wake up. "And how is she?" He said.

"It was a hard birth. She was split right up to the--" she felt embarrassed saying it, despite how angry she was. "Up to the clit."

He took the information in stride. "When will she be able to conceive again?"

Wendy was almost horrified into silence. A labor that had almost killed the girl, and he was already eager to put the next baby in her. "Not for a long while. At least a month, if not several."

She was not sure he had heard her. He had his eyes fixed solely on the hospital door, but when his flicked back to her, he had his smile back on. "Grazie... Wendy." 

It was always Wendy. Never Mrs. Ledbetter. There was always a personal connection he latched onto with his smiling face and gentle voice and kind eyes. 

Mr. Borghese entered the hospital room, and Wendy watched him outside the glass windows. He took up the tightly wrapped bundle and sat it on his lap.

His mouth moved carefully, gently, speaking words of comfort in one language or another. His soft blue eyes were the color of the sky as he carefully held one arm of the baby and kissed its hand.

When Wendy came in an hour later, he was still holding his son, and his eyes were enraptured. He was holding his hand to gently cradle the back of his son's head, his fingertips playing with the sparse blond curls. "Looks like his papa, doesn't he? He's got my hair. He'll be tall when he grows up, he's a heavy little thing, just as I was." His smile widened; a pleasant memory must have made itself known. "Where is his mother?"

The girl was knocked out, in a deep sleep from intravenous drugs. "She won't be awake for hours."

The baby flailed its little arms and wailed. "He needs formula," said Wendy. She was unsettled by the man, scared almost, and wanted to get him away from the child. He was too close to the newborn's small body, too close to transmitting germs that would harm its fragile immune system.

"No. He needs his mother's milk," said Mr. Borghese. He lifted the wriggling little bundle to his chest, impervious to its screams. He seemed to revel in it, basking in fatherhood. "Sssh, ssh, ssh. Andrea. Vuoi mamma? Vuoi mamma?"

The baby gaped its little red mouth, and grasped with tiny hands to wrap around his firm finger.

"He needs... just a little bit of formula until his mother wakes up." Wendy was pushing, but she wanted to separate them. It was very unreasonable for him to want to be alone, so close to a newborn that was barely an hour born.

"Poison." Mr. Borghese sounded contemptuous. "I'll play with him until his mother wakes up. We need to spend time together as father and son."

Mr. Borghese tucked the edge of the baby blanket into the corner of his swaddle and cradled him to his chest. "His vitals are good, yes?"

"Yes. He's a very healthy baby." She gave a nervous laugh. "Strong set of lungs..."

"He can cry all he wants. I'm right here to protect you, little one. Andrea." He smiled. "How does Andrea sound? A boy's name for a boy."

"It's..." a boy's name? "A handsome name." And he didn't even bother to ask the mother? Had they decided on it beforehand?

"Andrea it is, then. Il mio bambino, tuo Padre ti ama. Per sempre. Tuo Padre ti ama. Aspettare ancora un po'. Vedrai di nuovo tua madre. Non sarai mai separato. Promesso."

He kissed his son's nose, and his eyes were wet, like rain streaming down a blank window, overflowing but never spilling with what might have been memories.

[we-cant-fight-gravity]

A-Z Heacanons: Bill Williamson x f!Reader (N/S/F/W)

Literally nobody asked for this but…. This is the result of @ripvaanwinkle re-igniting my shameful thirst for one Bill ‘Bear Daddy’ Williamson. I hope that us Bill fuckers can unite and together, live in peace and harmony. I did change a couple of the letters just because I wanna mix things up a lil bit. Also, I am down asf to do some more of these with other characters, so feel free to request someone!!! Also, a shoutout to @thiscurlygingerfor helping me out with some of the more challenging prompts!!

Aftercare - He always makes sure you’re alright afterwards. If he left you messy, he’ll clean you up the best that he can. You wouldn’t think it, but Bill is a reasonably cuddly guy. He’s not into having you tightly wrapped up in his arms, but he does like to have an arm around you as he falls asleep. At the very least, he likes to have his hand in yours. He falls asleep pretty quickly, so if you want to cuddle up, there’s your chance.

Body Part - Bill is 120% a boob guy. He’s forever grabbing your boobs when the two of you are alone. During foreplay, he’ll take one in his mouth and suck lightly on your nipple. Sometimes he’ll graze his teeth over it or give it a gentle bite, just because he loves the little noises you make in reaction. It’s not uncommon for you to have hickeys on both of your breasts by the time he’s done with you.

Cum -This man absolutely loves to see his cum on you. Whether it’s on your chest, stomach or thighs, it drives him crazy. He’ll almost always make a playful comment about what a ‘messy girl’ you are before he cleans you up.

Dominance - For the most part, Ole’ Billy Boy™ will be the dom in bed. But, he’s not totally opposed to having you top him. Usually, you have to tie his hands behind his head because he constantly defies you. He’s very squirmy and whiney while you bounce up and down on his cock, tugging at his restraints wildly. He has been known to break out of his bonds if you don’t tie them tightly enough, so be warned. If he does free himself, he’ll flip you over and absolutely ruin you, so make sure you tie him up tight…. or don’t if that’s what you’re into ;)

Experience - Bill has been with a fair amount of women, but most of them being prostitutes, he hasn’t been in a position where his partner wanted him to please her. Luckily, it doesn’t take him long to catch on.

Favourite Position - Honestly, this man does not care how he fucks you as long as you’re comfortable. That being said, there is a special place in his heart for doggy style. He loves being able to press himself up against you and grab your tits, or sneak his hand down and rub your clit while he pounds into you.

Goofy - Bill is definitely the goofiest motherfucker in the gang when it comes to sex. He’s always teasing you in some manner and constantly making crude remarks. He seems like the type to motor-boat someone too, so don’t tempt him.

Hair - I swear this man is half bear. Thick, wiry, black hair covers his chest and trails down his stomach. He has a fair amount of pubic hair, but it’s definitely not out of control. He doesn’t shave any of his body hair.

Intimacy - Romance really isn’t Bill’s thing. So, most encounters with him will be straight and to the point. But, if you’re ever having a bad day or haven’t seen/been with each other in a while, he’ll lay you down and just make love to you. This includes a lot of compliments and praise. He makes sure that you cum beforehand and probably at least once more before he’s finished. Afterwards, he’s hella cuddly, so look forward to being the little spoon.

Jack Off - When Bill masturbates, it’s either because you’re not around or he got bored with his late-night guard duties. He'll start off with a few slow strokes at first, getting himself nice and hard. After that, it's just quick, dutiful pumps until he finishes. There's no teasing or prolonging himself. In so many words, Bill doesn't masturbate for the ‘experience,’ Bill only masturbates to make himself cum.

Kink - As I mentioned before, Bill is sometimes into light bondage, but his taste for BDSM doesn’t go any further than that. To be honest, he’s pretty vanilla. But, the one ‘kinky’ thing I can see him being into is face-sitting/face-riding. He loves to his hands wrapped around your thighs, pressing you down into him as you ride his face. Sometimes he’ll reach up to grab a handful of boob or get you to suck on his fingers. He also really likes to call you some variation of ‘girl’ in the moment. Good girl, bad girl, baby girl, dirty girl... You feel like you’ve heard it all.

Location - When you and Bill get intimate, it’s normally just in your shared tent. If he really wants to lay into you, he’ll rent a hotel room in the nearest town, just to save you from the embarrassment the morning after. If he’s drunk and horny enough, he has been known to pin you against a wall outside of a saloon and fuck your brains out. And yes, you have been caught by the town sheriff at least once.

Motivation - One thing that really gets Bill going is when you say how good he’s making you feel, especially when he’s going down on or you’re riding his face. He’s not all that confident in his, ahem, pussy-eating skills, so he likes to know that he’s pleasing you.

No - Even though he might be into some light bondage, Bill’s really not into being heavily restrained. Things like gags and blindfolds are also a no-no with him. I would also say that he doesn’t like to come inside you just because he doesn’t like the idea of having children, but that really depends on the relationship you have with him.

Oral - BIll has a preference for receiving oral, just because he thinks he’s not that great at giving. Like I said; before he got with you he’d never really been in a situation where he’s had to pleasure his partner. Meaning, his skills were not up to par. The first couple times he went down on you, he couldn’t get you anywhere near being able to finish, but he improved pretty quickly. He loves having you sit on his face, keeping his eyes trained on you the whole time. Bonus points if you’re a little bit more dominant while you’re up there.

Pace - Sex with Bill is normally fast and somewhat rough, but that’s just how Bill’s default setting. If you ask him to be a bit more gentle or slow things down

Quickie - Bill Williamson is the king of quickies and you can’t change my mind. Usually, they happen when you’ve been teasing him around camp...  Sitting on his lap at the poker table and grinding down on him or palming him through his jeans when nobody’s looking. He’ll suddenly find some lame excuse to get the two of you out of camp and pin you up against a tree. He’s already hard from the teasing, so he just pulls down his pants, hilts your skirt up above your waist and fucking RUINS you. Expect to hear a lot about how he doesn’t appreciate being teased when he’s trying to do something and how much of a nasty girl you are. Afterwards, if you complain about not having finished, he'll smack your ass and tell you that yours is coming later.

Risk - Bill is very set in his ways so it would take a bit of convincing to get him to try something new. That’s not to say that he won’t try anything new, ever. It was initially your idea to tie him to the bed and take control over things, and he really wasn’t too keen on the idea at first, but he actually really enjoys it. The odd time he will come to you with something he wants to try, which is always a welcome surprise on your part.

Stamina - Bill can only go for one round, but that’s because he just gets so damn tired afterwards. You could probably get him hard again and go for round two, but he wouldn’t enjoy it as much. I’m sure he could go for 2-3 rounds when he was younger. As for how long he lasts, it depends. At his normal pace, he can last about ten minutes. If he’s going slower and more gentle, he’ll last a bit longer. So say, 15-ish minutes.

Threesome - You wouldn’t even have to try and convince Bill to have a threeway. That being said, I can’t see him bringing another guy into the mix, just because he’s insecure about how others view his sexuality. If word got out that he brought a guy into the bedroom, he would never live it down. So, it would most likely be a prostitute from a local saloon. She would interact with you more than him, kissing you, going down on you, etc... He’d get rock hard just from watching and then probably kick the poor girl out so he could fuck you in peace.

Unfair - I think Bill is far too impatient to tease you, but he will occasionally deny you of an orgasm. It usually happens when the two of you have like, mid-argument sex. He’ll keep you on edge throughout foreplay and intercourse. After he cums, he'll go down on you. Right as you're about to finish, he'll pull away, leaving you high and dry. No amount of begging or frustrated whining will get him to come and finish you off, but he'll make up for it the next time the two of you go at it.

Volume - Bill isn’t very loud. He usually makes low grunts and breathy moans, though he will occasionally string out your name in a whiny tone, especially if you’re teasing him. He does talk dirty quite a bit, but he’s not very good at it. He repeats himself a lot and sometimes stutters. The words ‘fuck’ and ‘girl’ are used the most.

Wild Card - Bill’s first sexual encounter was with an older man. He was young when it happened, maybe 17-18. He was a little drunk when the man approached him outside of a saloon, asking him for a cigarette. Jokingly, he said he would give him a couple, but he’d have to do something for him. The man took him aside, got down on his knees and started unzipping his pants. Bill almost reached down to smack him away, tell him to fuck off and that he’s not a homophile. But the feeling of the man’s hands pulling his member from his trousers sent a shiver up his spine that left him able to say nothing at all. The man pumped him a few times before taking him in his mouth. It wasn’t long before Bill began to feel a pit form in his stomach, a hard ball of tension begging to be released. He came hard, and the man seemed to savour every drop. Bill closed his eyes, reaching into his back pocket for his cigarettes. He threw the pack onto the ground, and when he opened his eyes the man was gone. It’d been years since then, and he still thought about that encounter often. Each time it crossed his mind, he still felt just as shameful as he did in that moment; his pants unzipped and fresh out of cigarettes

X-Ray - While it might not be the longest (probably just over 5 inches), his cock is deliciously thicc. It’s not so thick that it hurts when he puts it in, just enough so that it pleasantly stretches you out. I feel like his balls hang a bit low and are bigger than usual. He is uncircumcised, as is pretty much everyone else in the time period.

Yearning - For his age, Bill has an abnormally high sex drive. He would definitely be down to go every day, even though that’s not very practical when you’re living in a gang. Still, the two of you have sex four/five times a week, at the minimum. He can only do one round though, solely because he gets so sleepy after nutting.

Zzz - BIll falls asleep really quickly afterwards. I’m talking like, 10-15 minutes. In the time that he is awake though, he does make sure that you’re comfortable and okay in general. He’s a very heavy sleeper, so once he’s out, he’s out.

[redasatomato]

What If/Potential Scenario for consideration: Loveater Episode

Before Loveater comes out, I want to make a guess/what if post for what plays out in the episode, as well as long term set up for the Love Square? Considering what we know about Kwami Buster and the synopsis about Love Eater...

What if the idea of Marinette being Ladybug ends up not leaving Adrien’s mind since then Kwami Buster? He knows what he saw that day, the advice Plagg’s given, the current implications of what might happen if there’s an identity reveal too early—by all accounts, he shouldn’t spare thought to it too much anymore for the time being. For both of their sakes.

But instead, he ends up dwelling on it, finding himself really truly genuinely wishing that Marinette were Ladybug. That maybe in spite of current evidence, there’s some way she could be! That maybe there’s some loophole, something obvious he’s missing. And at some point, there’s a build up between Kwami Buster and Love Eater with him to connecting the dots that why he’s so hung up over the idea is less about identity implications or whatever else, but rather, he’s already fallen hard for Marinette, for awhile now, even.

On the other hand, Marinette doesn’t realize this and thinks he has eyes for Kagami. And with Kagami and Adrien being both her friends, and signs pointing to trying to move on for the meantime being the “proper” choice or something, she tries to sacrifice her feelings, leaving those two alone... Only for that act to provide the right opportunity/circumstances/time/leverage that allows for Adrien to realize and admit aloud yeah, he’s realized he’s fallen in love with Marinette this whole time.

Bonus: He says this out loud in front of Kagami, who’d gotten closer to him over the season, and had come to that conclusion herself much much earlier. This triggers a sort of “No chip, Sherlock. (Now what are you going to do about it?)” moment from her. Cue a but there’s Luka or some equivalent statement. There’s no way she’s ever seen him in that light. (Callback to WereDad, he recalls her confessing to Chat Noir, though he can’t tell Kagami that bit.) Cue a you actually asked her point blank how she feels? Do what you want, but know that inaction is also a decision in of itself, and you better be willing to pay the consequences of it if that’s the hill he’s willing to fry on. She steps aside as Adrien books it in the direction of where he saw Marinette go last.

Meanwhile, the akuma happens. Marinette had been there when Loveater became a thing and quickly discovers that they aim to devour the (romantic) love in Paris. (Scenario: She’s covering for Adrien and Kagami at the ceremony, so that’s why she has to come back to the ceremony after helping Adrien and Kagami escape beforehand.) Transformations occur and she has to fight Loveater alone since Adrien’s too far away to realize what’s happened still.

Quickly, the fight makes it so Ladybug has to run to where she knows she left Adrien and Kagami alone... to find Kagami alone, no Adrien in sight. This triggers Ladybug to think something is wrong, in a why Adrien would leave Kagami during a crisis like this, but since it’s Ladybug time, she can’t reveal that she knows Adrien is supposed to be there, and so can’t ask Kagami where he is. She’s able to get Kagami and whoever else to safety, just in time for things to click for Ladybug to conclude “What if Adrien is Chat Noir?” as for the reason for his disappearance. (Marinette’s never been more simultaneously right and wrong in that moment.)

There’s no time to process all the implications of this conclusion, as there’s still a very tough akuma to fight. No Tikki to talk things out with, like what Adrien had in Plagg back in Kwami Buster, since she’s transformed. Marinette’s still upset about her own love sacrifice, so she understandably glosses over the fact that the implication of her conclusions mean that Chat Noir aka Adrien was in love with Ladybug all along and not Kagami.

Turns out Adrien is running back to the ceremony to talk to Marinette in the wake of his realizations, finds it’s the aftermath of akuma time instead, so he transforms and runs back in the direction he left to fight.

Bonus: He finds something Marinette left behind in civilian form and takes it as her being attacked/victimized by Loveater.

So both she and Chat Noir fight against Love Eater distracted due to their respective situations to notice why they’re both so off key that time. Chat’s fighting but is more off key because he’s worried about what happened to Marinette, but feels he cannot tell Ladybug without risking outing himself as Adrien. Ladybug misunderstands it as him being worried about Kagami’s safety, but feels she cannot tell him outright that he can stop worrying as Kagami is safe without implicating herself as Marinette.

The Mistake™ Ladybug makes ends up making is giving Chloé her miraclous back when pressed for options. Victim of circumstances kind of mistake. Ladybug thinks she’s not vulnerable to Loveater’s devouring love thing (due to her sacrifice), while Chat Noir aka Adrien is. She feels she can’t let Chat take the hits for multiple reasons (Adrien theory, the feelings she thinks he has for Kagami, etc.), but she needs another ally in the fight. Normally, Alya and Nino are her go-tos, but they are compromised because they know each other’s identities as boyfriend/girlfriend and thus would be vulnerable.

Alternatively: They might have also been incapacitated at this point by Loveater in their civilian forms, if the identity issue isn’t what’s addressed.)

Additionally, Fu needs Wayzz because Hawkmoth and Mayura know him to be the Guardian still, as of Feast. It isn’t ideal, and it’s against her better judgement, but Chloé is the only immediate ally she can find that won’t get compromised by the akuma’s powers. There’s always a risk with plans and Ladybug decides that the risk involved with it being Chloé’s parents is a risk she’s going to have to take. Queen Bee proves competent in the fight for awhile, but is ultimately compromised long term (aka next episode) because Loveater knows she’s their daughter.

It becomes evident in the episode how important and complicated secret identities are, but also that the current system/policy on that is flawed—it’s not a black and white situation, so mindsets are going to have to shift long term. Additionally, it ends up reinforcing that Ladybug and Chat Noir need each other as partners, filling their own unique, but equally meaningful roles in their dynamic together. It’s implicated that in the long run, they’ll be better off knowing each other’s identities both in and out of the mask, but after they sort out/address the loose ends and messy bits. Both heroes might have been frazzled and distracted in the fight at first, but soon are able to get a grip and win temporarily before Hawkmoth and Mayura get to Chloé.

Ladybug and Chat Noir find themselves needing to recharge before going out to fight again, so they separate, detransform, and have Tikki/Plagg eat up quickly before meeting up again.

Bonus: They run into each other during the brief down time and Adrien can’t help but either ask Marinette what her true feelings are for him, confesses his own hodgepodge of feelings, or a mix of both. Marinette either refuses to expose her feelings if the former, rejects him if he confesses, or a mix of both. There’s a rejection no matter what, unfortunately.

The “Adrien is Chat Noir” theory Marinette came up with is challenged somehow in the next episode, so status quo can be somewhat returned without an identity reveal, but the wheels are in motion for some dynamic shifting. Luka and Kagami are still involved, but in a way that gives them all closure. I have a theory or two I feel might happen to those two in particular, but that’s another story for another day—this post is kind of getting long.

With everything that went down, it’s setting up for more of a full throttle reversal of the love square, while still maintaining the affections of the current love square set up. Basically, exploring and upping more of the romantic focus for Marinette/Ladybug -> Chat and Adrien/Chat -> Marinette, while maintaining/strengthening some Marinette/Ladybug -> Adrien and Adrien/Chat -> Ladybug. Feelings don’t go away in a day, and the implication here is for an even more solidified she/he loves him/her both in and out of the mask in a romantic light on top of the platonic light, before a proper reveal happens.

Bonus: Season 4 cues also a lot of wistful “Okay, but what if he/she is though?”

Post-Reveal Pre-Relationship is going to be a ride and a half when it’s time for it.

[totalfanfreak]

Knight by Night Pt. 1

Knight by Night Pt. 1 [Not sure what I was thinking when writing this, I know I got to get on other fics soon, but I wanted to do a drabbles plus on AO3 it’ll be my 50th fic and I was kind of doing a little dance on it. This will be Daryl/ Reader multishot…I wanted something to pass through the locations or something like that – it will be M. I made it with a twist though, a crazy, messed up twist…bonus points if you figure it out beforehand.]

Atlanta Survivor Camp:

You yawned before opening your eyes, and you knew from how dark it was that you overslept. Clamoring out of the sleeping bag you hopped off the floor to change your clothes. It was hot, too fucking hot; it shouldn’t be this muggy with the sun down. But as the time kept passing you figured that was how the south was. You liked the people, the scenery was beautiful, but the sweltering heat always had you longing for home.

“Good morning sleepyhead, or should I say good night?”

You smiled, rolling your eyes. “Always funny, Amy. Everything okay today?”

She shrugged. “The same, except…”

You strapped your knife on, glancing back at her when you went to tie on your shoes. By Amy’s darting eyes and swaying something happened.

“What’s the matter? Did someone get hurt?”

Her brows rose. “No, nothing like that, Glenn and I thought it’d be a good idea to give you a warning.”

“Where is Glenn?”

Stepping out of the RV you were further immersed in the heat, though the smell of burning wood coming from the middle of camp was pleasant. The sky had turned to navy, some stars beginning to twinkle with barely enough pink drifting down the mountains. Making your way to the various chairs and logs you and Amy plopped yourselves down next to the young man.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Glenn shrugged, taking a huge bite from the skewered meat he held. “Thought you could use the sleep, you scavenged the whole night before.”

“Here you go, hon.”

Startled you turned to see Carol holding a plate out to you. “Thanks, I’m sorry I didn’t help cook, someone decided to let me be tardy.”

Glenn sputtered, talking around the food in his mouth. “This is what I get for being nice?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Glenn.”

Looking sheepish he nodded to the older woman. “Yes, ma’am.”

You nudged Glenn’s side. “Thank you for letting me sleep, I do appreciate it. I just want to pull my own weight around here. All you He-Men think you do everything, like to prove otherwise.”

“We do not.”

“Do too.”

“Not.”

Amy chimed in with you. “Too.”

You both giggled, Glenn feigning exasperation with you both.

“Amy said you both had a warning for me…very ominous.”

He shifted in his seat, looking back to his food. “Not really a warning, per se, we got a few newcomers to the camp. Just want you to be careful.”

You looked around the camp, counting the same number of tents as the night before. Amy pulled your arm.

“They set up their camp down that way.”

Squinting your eyes as they were still adjusting to the diminishing light you made out smoke as a fire was being lit, a bump of what had to be a tent set up on the edge of the cliff.

“Why’re they down there?”

“Loners I guess. They weren’t too friendly, tried to say hi and one grunted while the other made a pass at me.”

You laughed. “Oh, God, Glenn why didn’t you wake me! I missed out – if they like to be alone, why’d they come here?”

“Safety in numbers? That’s all I could come up with, not going to complain about it. They brought us food already.”

You realized what you had been shoveling in your mouth wasn’t fish. “Oh.”

“Hunters. I like them fine as long as they stay down there.”

Aghast, you scoffed. “Wow, Glenn, I never thought I’d see you be the unfriendly one, Walsh or me usually take that role.”

“They keep calling me Chinese. I told them I’m not, I’m freakin’ Korean!

You pinched his cheek. “Of course you are. Look at this face it’s too kawaii to not be Korean.”

He tried to look mad, failing, as a grin tugged his face. “That’s Japanese.”

“Still think it applies.”

One by one they started leaving you. Lori, Miranda and Carol going first to usher their kids to bed. Glenn and Amy always tried to stay up as long as they could with you but ended up succumbing to the night and going to bed. With that it was down to you and Dale who was dozing in the lawn chair on his RV. You stoked the fire, making sure it kept going to give you some help in the dark but low enough it wouldn’t attract much attention. You gathered the laundry that had been left out for the night; dirty clothes were never ending here – the ladies doing the bulk in the daytime with you doing what was left at night. You needed to check your traps too, so you headed towards the water with the basket on your hip. Going past you thought about seeing if the inhabitants of the new tent had anything that needed tending but with it so late you decided not to. You settled to tell them you’d be glad to take care of their clothes before you went to sleep. Setting the clothes in the water you put some dish soap on the stains, scrubbing the spot before allowing them all to soak, going to fold the clothes that were dry from the day. You climbed back up setting the clothes outside the designated tent, a rock on top to keep them in place. The net trap you had in the lake didn’t have much in it, so you repositioned it, praying it would have a better haul when you came back. With your penlight you ventured through the woods, checking the snare traps you had laid out near the camp. Only two had caught anything, but every one of them was missing the tiny bit of bait you used.

“Damn, animals are getting smarter.”

A small rabbit and a squirrel, to feed over twenty people. Besides the mushrooms Lori could find there wasn’t a lot of vegetation in the woods to find, so a stew seemed to be out. It would be hard but maybe you could talk everyone in letting you borrow a vehicle to go on a run soon. You didn’t like the idea of anyone coming with you, but they knew you were smart, and fast so hunger and need for supplies could be in your favor to let you go. You were heading back to the quarry when you heard twigs snapping near you. You halted, hearing silence, a walker wouldn’t have paused whatever made that was either animal or human. Turning behind slowly, you tried to see if anything caught your eye when it didn’t you pushed back forward.

“Hell ya think yur goin’?”

It wasn’t that it was human that scared you, but that it was unfamiliar. Gruff and pissed off – male for sure.

“I’m going back to my camp…what about you?”

Peering over your shoulders you searched again, the man coming from behind a thatch of branches.

“Didn’t see ya up there before, how I know ya ain’t lying and tryin’ ta steal something?”

Your eyes usually did well in the dark, but with the figure so far away you couldn’t make him out.

“You’re the new guys aren’t you, the hunters?”

The man didn’t reply, and your shoulders slumped. “If you have to you can ask Dale or Glenn in the RV. You know the one you keep calling a Chinaman.”

He came up to you then, dirty pale skin that was starting to tan coming in view. “Come on then.”

Leading you back out to camp, you waited to follow him to the RV but was surprised when he started going the other way.

“Hey. I thought you needed to…confirm my identity.”

He hitched a crossbow on his shoulder before looking at you with what could be described as feline eyes. Slanted, calculating, daunting, and colored in an unnatural shade of blue.

“Ya wanna wake them up we can, ya know their names unless ya been stalkin’ them didn’t see how you’d know them otherwise.”

“Thank you for giving me the benefit of the doubt then. Since you’re awake if you need someone to I can mend and wash your clothes for you. I don’t mean to brag but I’m pretty good at getting out stains. Just leave them outside your tent before you go to bed and I’ll get to them.”

His stare was meant to intimidate, but when you wouldn’t drop your eyes he relented shaking his head without a word while heading for his tent.

“I’m Y/N, if you were curious.”

He didn’t give you his, instead narrowing his eyes at you and gestured to the woods.

“Only thing I’m curious about is how the hell yur stupid enough ta go off in there when it’s dark. Ya that suicidal?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m not. I can’t be out in the daytime, and it might not be twenty-twenty but I can see well in the dark. I can handle myself decently. So I take night shift. Let people rest while I do what I can, hence, why I don’t mind to do the laundry. It keeps my hands busy.”

The question was easy enough on his face, making you sigh.

“I have solar urticarial it’s not as severe as it could be but I still can’t –“

“The fuck’s that?”

Giving a pensive smile, you shrugged. “I’m allergic to the sun.”

He hadn’t believed that shit at first. How can someone be allergic to the goddamn sun? It was easy to see now; you refused to go to sleep after last night, walkers infesting the camp so now you dug graves with the Asian boy. And with the clouds dispersing the sun beat down harder and he could see the harsh red welts forming on your hands, splotches on your face, the hoodie you had put on to cover you making it worse as sweat gathered on the spots.

“Give me that thing and get inside.”

He reached for the shovel, but you twisted it out of his reach.

“Thank you, Daryl, but no. They were my friends and I want to do this for them.”

Damn stubborn streak pissed him off, any other woman here would’ve handed the damn thing over.

“Ya look like a damn lobster.”

You gave a tired laugh, wiping the excess sweat from your face with a sleeve. “But a cute one right?”

He snorted. “No such thing as a cute lobster.”

The smile you flashed had his ears burning. “I’m from the north and I can tell you that’s not true.”

Yeah, he knew you were a damn Yankee, something Merle had loved to tease you over before he was gone. You hadn’t minded it either. He couldn’t help but stare at you as you continued working. Why the hell were you so nice to everyone? You had bitchy moments like the rest of them, but still you were nice. The only ones in camp to come over and ask if they needed anything, to see if they’d join the rest for supper, to see how they were. It was weird, and he waited the first week for you to come out and ask what you really wanted from them but it never came. Then Merle was gone, you continued to come over, but without his crude remarks to make you laugh it was mostly polite conversation and ill-timed smiles. But Daryl had started coming out more at night, claiming Dale’s old ass wasn’t doing any good falling asleep on everyone. He didn’t sleep much anyways. And one night he caught your attention while he was cleaning his arrows.

“What’re you doing?”

There wasn’t revulsion in your tone, nothing to say he was doing something wrong and you decided to judge him. Usually whenever you asked something he could hear the fascination inside, curiosity making the awkwardness fade.

“Fixin’ the carbon shaft so I can reattach the fletching to it.”

“May I help?”

“Ya ain’t got laundry to do?”

He wanted to hate that laugh, hated it more that he didn’t. “There’s always laundry to do. But this looks fun, might come in handy to know too. If you’ll let me.”

He stopped the knife on the shaft, clicking his tongue at the genuine interest on your face. “Fine, sit yur ass down and don’t ask too many questions.”

“He’s bit! JIM’S BIT!”

Both of you turned towards the camp, Jacqui backing away from the older man. He looked him over; he could smell guilt on him.

“Show us.”

Jim refused and when he was held down he ran up to look seeing the huge chunk out of his side. He needed to be put down, before it spread. Before whatever shit that saliva had got to his brain.

Everyone kept saying how he was human and didn’t deserve to be killed; they wanted to treat the shit like the flu like popping a few pills would cure him. Gripping the pick he had he lunged for Jim, stopping when you flung yourself on the man. When he froze he heard a gun clicking behind him.

“We don’t kill the living.”

That was funny, real fucking funny. And he started to stampede off when you stopped him.

“I do agree with what you meant Daryl. It’s going to be bad for Jim. It’s – he’s going to rot from the inside out until there’s nothing left of him. But the way you went about it was wrong.”

“How the fuck was I –“

“It was hateful. You were doing it out of logic and fear of what could happen –“

“I ain’t afraid of no –“

“Jim’s a good man, and he shouldn’t have to be killed like that. People like him shouldn’t have to die feeling hated. No one deserves that Daryl.”

He chewed his tongue, picking up his pickaxe to return to the bodies. “Get yur ass inside before I throw ya in.”

[ben-barnes-is-my-husband]

For your prompt thingy - (jonsa) they both work for an event planning company and have to work together hosting a swingers sex party for the rich/famous - bonus points if Dany tries to get Jon to join in with her and he shoots her down (Mwahahahaaa)

Doing It Right

Rating: explicit 

I changed a few things from the original prompt...

Sansa Snow was a professional. When faced with an irate customer, she kept her cool. She even managed to smile even while she was thinking “Fuck you.” But at that moment, sitting with her husband in the extravagant home of Daenerys Targaryen, she was beginning to feel her calm and cool facade slip. 

Because if that woman looked at Jon one more time like she wanted to eat him whole right then and there, she was going to punch her fucking lights out. 

And with a smile too!

Jon had noticed too. He wasn’t as clueless as people thought. Jon was just a gatherer of information. He was observant and quick, and if he played naive at times, he only did so to a. get out of something or b. get information out of someone. Right now, he was inching closer to Sansa and away from Daenerys, but maintaining that sweetness that drew people to him. 

He was also hot as hell with his tight, muscular body, and his black curls that fell down to his shoulders. Then of course there was the neatly trimmed beard and those soulful gray eyes. She loved his eyes. And she loved when he looked at her as though she hung the moon, which was every single day.

Now, Jon brazenly put his hand on Sansa’s bare knee and Sansa knew that meant, Help. Me. 

“Well, Daenerys,” Sansa said. “How about you show us the rooms you plan to use for your swingers party?”

Daenerys stood, a wide smile on her pretty, delicate face (that Sansa still wanted to punch in). “Sure. Follow me.”

While Daenerys led the way, Jon placed his hand on the small of Sansa’s back and kissed her temple. Sansa smiled at him and he glanced at Daenerys and then rolled his eyes. Sansa nodded in agreement. 

This was a first for them, the duo behind “Celebrate Good Times”, party planners extraordinaire’s. They had never tackled a swingers party before considering most swingers tended to their own planning and left the professionals out of it. Sansa had a hunch that Daenerys Targaryen was a bit, maybe more than a bit, of an exhibitionist. She wanted people to know what she was doing. She wanted to be seen or at least heard of. No doubt on the night of the party she would make quite the spectacle of herself. 

As they toured through the rooms that would be used for the party, Sansa and Jon threw out ideas for different themes the rooms could have - a BDSM room, an Arabian Nights room, a sex toys room, a light bondage room to offset the hardcore BDSM, a softly lit romantic room. All of these were ideas they’d had to do research on. Oddly enough, it was Jon who hadn’t wanted to do this at all. But, Sansa had pushed for it. She was curious. 

She still was, she just didn’t want Daenerys coming on to her husband, that’s all. 

As it turned out, Daenerys loved all their ideas and was completely on board for all of them. They were in the middle of sorting out what food would be served when possibly the tallest and biggest man Sansa had ever seen came tromping into the kitchen where they were talking. 

He came right up to Daenerys with an evil glint in his eye and hauled her into his arms and proceeded to make a big show of biting at her neck. Daenerys squealed with delight and half-heartedly attempted to push out of his arms. So, okay, she was obviously happily married. He straightened and grinned at Jon and Sansa. He looked a bit like a Viking complete with a feral grin. Where Daenerys was fair, very very fair with pale skin and white-blond hair, Drogo was tanned and dark-haired. Both had hair down their backs. 

“Hello,” Drogo said and held out his hand to Jon. 

Sansa caught a slight wince from Jon before he covered it up and said hello. Then he held out his hand to Sansa. When she put her hand in his, he grabbed it and drew it up to his mouth to kiss the back of it. “I’ve always had a soft spot for redheads,” he purred.

Jon cleared his throat. “Right then. So I think we have a good starting point now. Daenerys, we’ll be in touch.”

“Excellent!” Daenerys exclaimed happily. “I can’t wait!”

It was clear that Jon could considering how quickly he ushered them out the door. 

Sansa giggled once they were in the car. “Didn’t like Drogo flirting with me, husband?”

“No,” Jon growled. 

“Daenerys flirted with you.”

“And I hated that too.”

In fact, when they got back to their office, a cute little place they rented in downtown Winterfell, Jon kept the closed sign on the door, made sure the shades were shut, and dragged her into the back where his office was. He slammed his door shut, then pushed her against it and pulled her skirt up. 

“Someone’s feeling a little frisky,” Sansa said with a little laugh. “All that talk about swinging get to you, Jon?”

“No, you looking at that guy in awe got to me.”

“Did I?”

He nodded as he undid his pants and shoved them and his boxers down. 

“I hadn’t realized.” She really hadn’t. “But did you see the size of him? He could crush my head in his bicep.”

Jon didn’t answer. He simply pulled her panties to the side and slammed his cock inside her. 

Sansa had a feeling she was going to get laid a lot in the time leading up to that party. 

She couldn’t wait. 

xxxxxxx

The night of the party, Jon and Sansa had gone over early to Daenerys and Drogo’s to set up. They’d agreed beforehand that anything they’d purchased for the party was probably items they wouldn’t keep. So, they’d charged a little extra for their losses. No way did they want back a scarf from the Arabian Nights room, because they weren’t really keen on the idea of using it later for, say, a child’s birthday party. 

That scarf will have seen things no child should ever see. 

So, they arranged it so that they’d set up, and anything Danerys wanted she could keep, and anything she didn’t want she could throw out. Thankfully, most items, such as things for the BDSM room Daenerys and Drogo already had. Including the sex toys. So really, it was food, drink, and some decoration. 

Sansa found it amusing how Jon made sure she was never alone in a room with Drogo and he was never alone in a room with Daenerys. She was also quite appreciative of that. Drogo was a good-looking man, but the way he looked at her made her a little uneasy. Not that she thought he would do anything to her, but it was clear he wanted to. It was obvious they were more than swingers, which was fine, but really, Sansa felt out of her league with all of this. 

That didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy teasing Jon though. 

“What do you think if you used this on me?” Sansa asked, holding up a butt plug in the toys room. 

Jon sucked in a sharp breath. “Sansa…what the fuck?”

“What? Are you curious? I mean you have taken me in the—”

“Sansa.”

She laughed.

She wasn’t laughing later when they were setting up the Arabian Nights room and Daenerys draped herself across some pillows close to where Jon was hanging some scarves and looked him up and down slowly. 

Jon ignored her and as they walked out of the room he whispered to Sansa, “What if I tied you up with some scarves?”

“Could you?" 

He looked at her with fire in his eyes as his nostrils flared. 

She was so getting fucked tonight!

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No one was more surprised than Sansa when Daenerys asked them if they wanted to stay for a little bit after their guests started to arrive, and Sansa said yes. Jon nudged her with his elbow discreetly but Sansa was curious. 

And in the beginning, it seemed like any other party. Except for the dress code - one woman was decked out all in leather, and one man wore chaps. And all of the women wore tops that hid next to nothing. 

Drogo strutted around in leather pants and no shirt, and when Daenerys came down after disappearing for a while, she was dressed in white thigh highs and a blue silky dress trimmed with white faux fur. She looked a bit like she’d walked off the set of Clueless circa 1995. She was just so…Britney Spears, bubble-gummy popstar. 

"Let’s go upstairs and see what’s happening,” Jon whispered to Sansa and tugged her with him. 

The doors to the various rooms were not closed and it was with some excitement and trepidation that they were not only voyeurs but doing something wrong, that they approached each room. 

The Arabian Nights room looked comfortable and so far no one was doing anything in there but talking. 

The BDSM room was not yet being used, but the toys room definitely was. 

A woman, naked, sat perched on a chair while a guy knelt before her inserting the butt plug while she fucked herself with a vibrator. 

In the corner, a woman was teasing her female partner by dragging a cat o’ nine tails across her body.

Sansa heaved a shuddering sigh. She had never pegged herself as much of a voyeur, but she had to

admit that watching this was hot.

She looked up at Jon, her blue eyes wide, and he looked down at her hungrily. “Do you want to…?” she asked.

“Go home and fuck your brains out?” he replied. “Yes.”

“Let’s watch some more,” Sansa whispered and pressed herself into Jon’s side.

The woman on the chair fucking herself winked at them and Sansa felt her face go flaming red. Jon, meanwhile, slid his hand down over her bottom and started pushing up her skirt.

“Jon,” she hissed. But he paid no mind.

When the woman in the chair started to climax, Sansa rubbed her thighs together and moaned. Jon looked down at her and it. was. on. He pushed her into the hall and then against the wall.

He went down to his knees and pushed her skirt up. “Hold it,” he ordered.

She held it and let out a yelp when he tore her panties away from her body. Then he put his mouth on her and ate her out as though this was the last time he was ever going to go down on her. It didn’t take Sansa long to cum, and she didn’t know if it was because they were in the hallway where anyone could walk by, or if it was because of what they had just seen. Perhaps both.

And before she could even catch her breath, Jon was inside her, pulling one leg over his hip as he fucked her into the wall.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this in the hall,” Sansa moaned, pulling him into her.

“I couldn’t wait,” he grunted. “And I think you like this, fucking where anyone could see us.”

She nodded adamantly. “Yes, yes…I love it. Fuck me harder.”

“As my lady wishes,” he whispered and did just as she asked.

Sansa came with a cry, sensitive still from her earlier orgasm and the way Jon managed to hit her clit with each thrust… he came soon after, spilling inside her and panting as though he’d just run a marathon. He leaned into her, pinning her to the wall and started to laugh. “And here I thought you were nuts when you wanted to do this.”

“I mean, I’m not saying I want to have a swingers party—”

Jon lifted his head and looked down at her. “Fuck no.”

Sansa smiled. “Uh, if you don’t mind, “I’m going to use the bathroom so I don’t have your cum dribbling down my legs on the way out of here.”

Jon moaned and she swore his cock twitched inside her just before he pulled out.

Sansa hurried into the bathroom to clean up and when she was finished, she expected to find Jon right where she’d left him, but instead she found him at the end of the hall. Daenerys was with him.

Sansa narrowed her eyes, but didn’t move. She trusted Jon implicitly and was really curious about whether or not Daenerys would actually make a pass at him.

 Her curiosity was one day going to get her into trouble, of that she was certain.

When Daenerys leaned in closer to Jon and reached out for him, he shook his head and moved away from her. Daenerys tried again and Jon moved further away. He looked annoyed. Annoyed herself, Sansa marched down the hall and pressed herself into Jon’s side. “Ready to go, baby?” she purred.

Wrapping an arm around Sansa, he nodded. “More than ready.”

“You sure you don’t want to try it? Just once?” Daenerys asked. She looked at Sansa. “I know Drogo would love to fuck you, Sansa.”

Really, the woman had no shame. She didn’t even look contrite! Sansa wondered if this was normal swinger behavior or something else.

Jon pointed at Daenerys. “That meathead isn’t going anywhere near my wife, all right? The only person Sansa fucks is me, and the only person I fuck is Sansa.”

Daenerys sighed. “That just sounds so boring.”

Jon grinned down at Sansa and started to lead her away. “Not if you’re doing it right. Right, sweet girl?”

Sansa grinned back up at him. “Right, honey.”

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6 Unconventional Tips to Create Content Faster

How much content have you written in the past month?

Are you happy with that amount?

Most marketers answer no to that question. In fact, 44% of marketers say that producing consistent content is one of their biggest challenges:

Believe me, I get it. Creating a high amount of high quality content on a regular basis is hard.

But the traffic, subscribers, and eventual sales you get from it make creating content a necessity for most businesses.

There are a few ways to make it easier to produce whatever level of content you’re trying to:

Raise your budget (hire writers)

Devote more time to it

Write faster

The first two are often out of your control or not possible at this time. The third one, however, is almost always possible.

If you haven’t tried to optimize your writing habits, consider doing it now. It’s possible to double your productivity after some tweaks. Imagine being able to produce an article in half the time it currently takes you?

Hopefully, by the end of this post, you’ll have picked up a few tips that you can apply right away to significantly decrease the amount of time you spend creating content.

I’m going to share with you six tips, many of which are a bit unconventional but can work wonders. 

1. Narrate, then write

Everyone is different, but most people can talk significantly faster than they can type. I’m talking 3-4 times as fast.

On top of that speed difference, consider how often you pause in the middle of writing because you lost your train of thought.

Then you have to take 10 seconds to figure out where you were headed and repeat that process every so often.

With speaking, there are no delays other than the speed of your thought.

What I’m advocating here is to speak general thoughts about your topic. If you can go through it in a general order, that’s even better.

Record the audio on any free recorder app on your phone, or use an online app.

Then, when you’ve said all of your thoughts on your topic, type up your recordings.

They don’t have to make perfect sense yet. Just write them down, and organize them into appropriate sections.

Once you’re done, you can do a thorough edit and fill in any gaps that are left.

I suggest trying this out a few times, and if you like it, keep using it.

An added bonus – writing becomes much “easier”: When you simply write your content, you’re always thinking about the length, overall quality, vocabulary, and so on.

On top of that, you’re thinking about what to write next.

It’s exhausting.

When you narrate beforehand, you can solely focus on ideas and concepts. Then, you can focus on everything else as you’re editing. It makes writing much less intense and more enjoyable.

You can make this faster with tools: If you adopt this process, it should bring down your writing time by a bit and make it more fun.

However, if you’re really looking to minimize your writing time, a few tools can greatly speed up your writing time further.

First, consider hiring a virtual assistant (transcriptionist) to type up your narrations. Once you train them, it will save you a considerable amount of time for a small cost.

Next, you could also use more advanced narration tools to record your thoughts directly in a Word document.

Recently, Google Docs added a new feature for voice typing. Go to “Tools > Voice typing…” to enable it.

Next, click on the microphone icon that pops up. Once you do, it should turn orange to indicate that it’s listening.

From there, you can just speak, and the tool does a pretty amazing job at capturing your words. It’s not perfect, of course, but the technology has come a long way.

Don’t worry about correcting mistakes—you can do that later.

There are a few voice commands you’ll need; here’s a list of them.

2. Limit your time

According to Parkinson’s law,

Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.

Even if you haven’t heard of it, I bet you’ve noticed it before.

When you have a week to write a post, it usually takes a week. You take extra time doing each part, not hurrying to finish early.

When you need to have a post finished tomorrow, you get right on it in the morning and focus like a laser. You have no choice but to work as hard as you can.

Now that you understand the law, you should apply it to your writing process.

Most marketers like to give plenty of extra time in case they can’t finish a post in time.

What I advise you to do, and what I do myself, is to limit your time to the lowest amount you think is realistic (without rushing the post).

For example, if I think a post can be done in a day, that’s how long I allot for it.

The other side of this is that it’s a good idea to plan in advance and have a few extra posts ready to go.

If you do underestimate the time a post will take, which does happen, you want to have those backups ready to go.

3. Start at the end, and work backwards

Writer’s block affects everyone, even us non-fiction content marketers.

You stare at a blank or mostly blank page, trying to think of something to write.

This is clearly a huge waste of time.

Consider that the average typing speed is about 40 words per minute. You might even be able to beat that.

If you could simply type for an hour straight, at 80% of that speed, you’d crank out 1,920 words per hour.

Be honest, do you even come close to that when you’re actually creating content?

If you do, you probably don’t need this post.

This dead time is the main reason for this drastic difference in theory versus reality.

The main cause of writer’s block: There are many reasons that could cause you to pause while writing, but the most common is trying to think ahead.

You try to consider what you should write next and whether that will make sense when you’ll get to the later parts of your post.

Sometimes, you just stare at a blank screen because there are too many possibilities, which overwhelms you.

You can eliminate this by taking the opposite approach.

Instead of wondering what you should write at the moment, you should ask yourself, “What is the point of this post?”

Once you know that, work backwards, and create a very basic outline that supports your central points.

This takes 5-10 minutes upfront but can save you a ton of time, especially with long posts.

4. Make typing automatic

I told you above that the average typing speed is 40 words per minute.

Honestly, it’s not too difficult to push that to above 60 words per minute. Doing that alone will decrease your writing time by up to 50% (probably more like 20% due to other distractions).

That’s a huge amount.

If you’re already a really good typist, just move on to the next section. But I know that a lot of my readers know multiple languages, and some might not have grown up with computers, which makes it difficult.

Remember, typing is a skill. Like all skills, it can be improved with a bit of practice.

And if you currently have to think about where keys are on the keyboard, taking the time to make typing an unconscious habit will pay off greatly.

Step 1 is to test your typing speed. There are many free tests out there, and Key Hero is one of them. The test will only take a minute or two.

If your typing speed is under 60 words per minute, you’ll benefit a lot from improving it. Alternatively, use the narration tools I mentioned in tip #1.

How do you actually improve your typing speed? To start with, you need to make sure your typing technique is correct.

The proper hand placement consists of your 4 fingers on each hand hovering over the home row (middle) keys and thumbs over the space bar.

Next, get in the habit of not looking at the keyboard. If you do, it’ll be next to impossible to get to a solid typing speed.

Once that feels normal, if you haven’t been doing it already, it’s time to practice. Key Hero has a practice round that should work really well—you just type random letters and words that come up:

Commit to just 20 minutes a day, and in a few weeks, you’ll see big improvements.

Do a little work now to save hundreds of hours in the future.

5. Take breaks (yes, seriously!)

It’s extremely counter-intuitive, but taking breaks usually makes us more productive.

Studies have shown that even short breaks of a few minutes can improve productivity by over 10%.

It makes sense when you think about it. After working for a while, you lose focus, get bored, and can’t concentrate well.

Breaks don’t need to be long, but a few minutes every 30-60 minutes is a good idea. You should know how much time it takes before your concentration starts to wane.

If you’re not sure where to start, I highly recommend the Pomodoro Technique.

It’s very simple:

Set a timer for 25 minutes

Work until the timer finishes

Take a 5 minute break

All of that is one Pomodoro

Repeat steps 1-3 four times. After the fourth 30-minute period, take a long break (anywhere from 15-50 minutes, up to you)

Here’s an online tomato timer, or you can use a timer on your phone.

This procedure is supposed to keep you focused and fresh while working.

6. Write first, edit after

I kind of touched upon it earlier, but I want to make it clear here.

There are all sorts of distractions while you write. Random thoughts you have, trying to decide whether you’re using the right words, figuring out what to write next, and so on.

Whether it’s obvious or not, you’re multitasking.

Multitasking is horribly inefficient because every time you switch to thinking about the next thing, there’s a “switch cost.”

The switch cost is often just a second or less, but consider that you can have thousands of thoughts an hour, and it adds up to minutes of wasted time on a regular basis.

Research has shown that constantly shifting focus can decrease productivity by up to 40%.

This is the main reason you don’t want to write a sentence and then think about whether you should edit it. It takes way too much time, and then you waste more time switching back to your writing mode.

The first draft of anything is garbage.

That’s a quote by Ernest Hemingway, one of the most famous writers there is.

Even if you’re editing your content line by line, it’s still going to suck compared to what it has the potential to be. You can’t really know whether a sentence fits until you have the whole post written.

As you can see, this type of multitasking doesn’t work, and you should edit your post after you’ve written everything you wanted to say.

So, instead of multitasking, write the first thing that comes into your head.

That’s what most professional writers do.

They don’t revise until they finish the first draft—they just let the thoughts flow from their head onto the page. That’s something that can also be accomplished through narration.

Then, you do a thorough edit and refine your content into gold.

It may seem like doing two things instead of one will take more time, but try it, and you’ll likely find that you will not only have a better final product but also save time.

Conclusion

Content is a necessary part of modern marketing for most businesses.

And yet, it’s always difficult to find the time to produce content on a regular basis.

That’s where learning how to create content faster comes in.

I’ve shown you six different ways to create content faster. Just try one or two for now, and come back for the rest later. Measure your content creation times before and after, and you should see a big difference.

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