#hitchhiker!reader

[oh-my-damn]

Highways & Heatstrokes Masterlist

Pairing: Trucker!Ari Levinson x Hitchhiker!Reader

Series Summary: After running away from your small hometown you venture out into the vast landscape, in search of a better life in New York City. When you meet truck driver Ari Levinson at a gas station, he offers you a ride, promising to take you as far as he can. But when it inevitably becomes time to part ways, will you follow your head or your heart?

Series warnings: Large age gap (Ari is 40, reader is in her early 20's), misogynistic men, physical altercations/violence (although not graphic), big beefy trucker daddy Ari, sassy and confident reader, fluff, angst.

Smut warnings for this series: Daddy kink, dom/sub undertones, praise, dumbification, a bit of degradation (nothing crazy), fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), forced multiple orgasms, rough sex, dirty talk (ari is filthy), spanking, pet names, shower sex, choking, anal play, mention of anal sex, breeding kink/creampie kink.

Status: Complete

Heated Encounter

Saving Grace

Sugar & Spice*

Diners & Disasters*

Come Hell or Highways*

Story drabbles: (read in order)

Ari's POV (Set after Saving Grace)

Coming Home* (Set after Come Hell or Highways)

A (Pretty Decent) Proposal (set after Coming Home)

Road Head* (Set after A (Pretty Decent) Proposal)

Tattoos Together (set after A (Pretty Decent) Proposal)

More Than This (set after A (Pretty Decent) Proposal)

Part 2: Baby Fever*

Random drabbles/requests/HC:

Trucker!Ari visual board

Reader testing Ari's patience*

Ari's love language* (headcannon)

Sucking on Ari* (drabble request, 500 followers celebration)

Look at daddy* (HC request, 500 followers celebration)

Riding daddy* (HC request, 500 followers celebration)

Stranger offers reader a ride* (drabble request, 500 followers celebration)

Soft and sweet with Ari* (drabble request, 500 followers celebration)

[lonleydweller]

If you could, could you write a little drabble or fic of a yandere nubbins chasing his darling who's trying to escape?

🥀Run, run, run piggy!🥀

!warnings!: yandere trope, violence, murder, spoilers for tcm 1974, cannibalism mentioned, violence and injuries towards reader, sadism, failed escape attempt

Yanderes are OK to enjoy in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not example of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. This is for entertainment purposes

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The hot dry air of the texas summer was suffocating as you ran. The sun's golden morning rays breaking over the vast fields of sunflowers. It would have been such a pretty sight. Oh how it could have been such a pretty sight to enjoy with your friends. Shame you'd never get that opportunity now. Your lungs burned, your head pounded, your cuts stung as you hobbled along. You weren't even that far away from the house yet, in fact, you were still close enough to where you could hear the sound of clamoring footsteps on the porch behind you.

You don't know why, but you turned your head a brief moment to see. Even when you knew who it was. You don't even haft to look for more than two seconds to recognize the lanky, greasy, feral thing of a man chasing you. Your body answers your plea of flight to the best of its ability. Pushing past the pain and hobbling just a bit faster. You can hear his voice crystal clear stammering behind you.

"H- hey! W- where do you think yer gettin t-to?"

He wasn't far behind. You can hear his footsteps quickly catching up to yours. You had learned early on, during your first few attemps of escape, that he was quick. Nimble too. Any crawl space you could squeeze yourself through, he could damn well weasel his way into too. A never ending game of hunter and prey.

You can hear his stiffled giggles and squeals of excitement even over the thunderous sound of footfall. You had pushed your luck hadn't you? So desperate for escape. So desperate to be free of the stench of rotting meat, decaying bodies, dirt, grime, blood, all of it. Foul. A home built on people's bones and skin. Never able to return to their own. Nothing more than pigs lead to slaughter.

It didn't help that they even tasted like pork too. The taste had flooded your mouth when he forced you to eat the disgusting meals his brother had prepared. Shoving the vile concoctions down your throat. One night head cheese. The next chili. The next steak. Not a single bit of animal meat present. God. Why couldn't they have just killed you too. Why couldn't you have just been turned into a stew like the rest.

Instead you have to suffer a monsters sick delusion of what he thought love was. It wasn't of course, it never would be. It was torture. Of wich you were quickly reminded of as his blade made contact with your back. Tearing through your shirt and at your skin with ease. You cry out in pain, the only sound you could muster anymore. He had gained on you so quickly, and you were only growing slower.

One, two, three, more painful cuts land on your back as he makes animalistic noises of excitement. His hands feverishly grabbing at your shirt, desperate to snacth you up once more. You're barely able to put up a fight as you desperately try to pull and writhe away with what little strength you have left.

"I gotchu! I gotchu, I gotchu, I...gocthu!"

Pure glee taints his voice. He knows he's won. You do too. Even then you still flail and struggle as he wrangles you to the ground, up until you can taste the dirt road beneath you as your face is smushed against the ground. You can can feel him shift above you, quickly followed by a sweeping pain in your legs. A familiar burning feeling as he relentlessly slashes at them. It feels like forever before he finally stops with a shakey laugh.

"T- there! You can't g- get nowhere if your legs don't work c-can ya?"

You can hear him taunt. 'Pffbt! Pffbt!', the sound of him blowing raspberries like an obnoxious child only adds insult to your many, many, injuries. It was a game to him. It all was. One he won everytime. No matter how hard you tried. You can feel his arms slink around you as he hauls you to your feet. Well partially anyways, you're more at a slouch as he starts to drag you back towards the farmhouse.

You don't bother to struggle anymore. You simply can't. You can't even walk now with the condition you're in. Still he held the cold steel of his hunting knife against your neck, just to make sure. In just a couple minutes you'd be trapped inside the house again. In worse condition than before. You hadn't even gotten that far away from the house. Even if you did, where would you go? There was nothing for miles. No help for miles. No hope for miles.

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[melodrama-ticcc]

.: 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 :.

abstract: bubba never learned the importance of acts of kindness and simple gestures. your new role in the family has begun to change that.

warnings: reader and bubba are platonic. brother/sister relationship, fluff and pure wholesomeness, brief mention of killing, i didn’t proofread because i am very lazy, sorry heheh.

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solace is found in the tranquility of the bright, cheery sunflowers. their golden tincture and lofty height making them as warm and inviting as the summer sun. rays of sunshine emitting from their dark centers. their triumphant stocks grow thick and long, hairy spines catching the light of the midday sun above. their heads look to the sky as if to admire the faultless beauty in its cerulean colors and heavy heat of the dazzling star above them. leaves droop in a careless fashion, gifting some shade to the creatures below. it’s pretty, the way they shift and dance gently in the warm breeze that falters. only to return every so often with another soft gust.

they’re all-seeing, observers of all in a never ending spectacle. perhaps that is the reason they brought fourth the idea of contentment and peace. for they bare no judgement. complacent in their nature and the symbol of joy and happiness.

the sunflower fields were perhaps the only place on the homestead untouched by the wretched atrocities committed by this bloodlust family. less the human matter that compromised the soil’s fertilizer should be considered in that regard. but, what was unbeknownst to her wouldn’t bare her any harm.

the flowers come in varying lengths and sizes. some stemming to be taller than her, others rise just above her hip line, some greet her at eye level, and the smallest of them all barely reach the knees. the sun peaks through the foliage to glisten over the high points of the girl’s features. shining brilliantly against the bridge of her nose as she winces against the warmth of the texas sun. a soft smile befalls her chapped lips as she feels the warmth tickle against the skin of her face, down the length of her neck and glimmering prettily over her exposed collarbones. reaching upwards, she can just barely grasp the soft rays of the flowers. rubbing the velvety petals between the pads of her fingers delicately. they’re warm with the day’s sun. flashing in the golden colors of the heat from above. it’s pleasant and peaceful, euphoric in a way one might not expect to experience in a place like this. it is strange to find such a beautiful and inviting thing.

bubba never fully understood the value and importance of gentle gestures and tenderness. but perhaps, this was on account of how he’d been raised by his immoral and detached elder brothers. he found it difficult to express such elaborate displays of affection, strange to be benevolent and careful with others. the only time he’d ever experienced such was with grandpa, but that was on account of his disability and frailness. in other words, bubba hadn’t seen him as a threat.

for he feared more than he could bear to be sweet and soft. he feared more than he felt safe. the constant come and go of strangers had put him in a constant state of uncertainty and terror, a constant looming of paranoias. for he killed of fear, not malice. this young woman was no exception.

bubba watched as her arm twirled gracefully in the sunlight. cautiously from a short distance in that same sunflower field. often times he sought the advice and comfort of the flowers and their wisdom. frolicked in their own carefree and pleasant ways. it has been amongst the only times he would find peace of mind. an escape from the influx of insults and violence hurled his way by the family. a place where someone like him could truly be gleeful.

he watches as she reaches for the fragile flowers closer towards the ground. spinning it between her slender fingers as she brings the bud up to her nose. a quiet sniff, and a gentle smile. intrigued, he mimics her actions. carefully bending over to pluck a small sunflower from the soil, sitting back up, and bringing the head of the flower to his nose to smell for himself.

the smell of the earth fills bubba’s nostrils. the faintest hint of sweetness invading the warm smell. it’s soft and sweet, yet strikes him unexpectedly. he sniffles, not before dropping the flower as he sneezes. his foot moving to step on the plant accidentally. the fragrance twinges his nose, despite its pleasant smell. he’s stunned, spooked, and upset he’d destroyed something he found to be so pretty. groans of concern and sadness leave his mouth as he stares at the partially destroyed flower. only to look back up to find the girl slowly approaching him. offering him her own flower she’d picked only moments ago in the accident’s wake.

she’s terrified, still not fully accustomed to her new home life or family members. therefore cautious and unsure, just as he is. but she sees the vulnerability and display of softness bubba possesses. and a part of her almost feels pity, intertwined with the longing to be kind to such a lost soul.

her frail arm shaking, bubba hesitantly takes the flower from her hand. her gesture met with just as much caution and fear. but beneath that skin mask, he smiles. a disgruntled and amused laugh befalling his lips. his display of happiness is met with a bright smile. to which, the both find some degree of comfort. she moves to remove the mutilated flower from the ground below, examining it closely and shaking her head.

“ it ain’t ruined. ” she dusts the dirt from its petals and reveals a flower crushed and bent. it’s petals wilted and the middle plucked of some of its fuzz. the stem is cracked in half, but she prevails, holding it out to display it to him. “ it’s still beautiful, see for yourself. ”

bubba scoots closer to examine the damage he’d done, finding himself confused by what she meant. it was mangled and ugly, much like he saw himself. but she only pressed on, despite his sounds of disappointment.

“ it’s beautiful, to me. ” she whispers, clasping it to her chest. “ here — i’ll keep this one, the one i picked is a gift from me to you. ”

bubba only nods, staring in awe at the flower he held. he’d never been given a gift like this before. it felt, strange. it filled him with a great sense of joy and gratitude. that foreign feeling of safety and tranquility filling him as he stood with her. ah, perhaps she was his new favorite sibling.

their exchange is short, yet it became the moment he had began to learn the importance of simple kind gestures. maybe, the beginning of his understanding of gentleness. he felt a little less scared. and in the hot summer months when time had allowed it, they’d return to the sunflower fields to bask in its beauty and warmth. she’d braid flower crowns and place them atop his head, and they’d fill baskets with flowers to craft fancy bouquets for the dinner table each night. bubba even found it in him to gift flowers to his brothers, despite their unappreciative nature to the gift. despite that, he’d always feel great satisfaction when seeing the smile on y/n and sissy’s faces when he gave them a flower.

[berteder0]

I'm obsessed but that's okay because she's my wife

//blood

[whatitshouldvebeen]

Can I request Nubbins x fem reader? She has friends who don't want Nubbins near her because they don't like the way he is. But when Nubbins is with the reader it is pleasant because she does not judge him or treat him badly. How would he manage to have her all to himself and not let anyone ruin it?

I don't know if Nubbins would be possessive and rude like Johnny or if he is more passive...

Nubbins x Reader

The Only One that Counts

Contains; fluff, derogatory names

"Guys, cut it out," you say, shooting a glare at your two best friends.

"Seriously though, what do you see in him? Everything about him is weird, even his name. Who names their kid Nubbins?" Emily says, snickering.

"Maybe I like weird," you interject.

"For your birthday, he got you a dead possum with a lightbulb in its mouth. He's twisted," Joey adds, looking more concerned than anything.

You cross your arms. "That was cute! Pulling the tail turned it on. I named him Henry."

"You have a dead giant trash rat named Henry by your bed," Joey says flatly. "See why we're concerned?"

You shrug. "Not every girl wants chocolate and makeup. I like his little crafts. He's really creative."

"He's gonna turn you into a lamp next if you're not careful," Emily says. "I heard he cuts himself for fun."

"Guys, just stop. I'm happy with him, okay? Isn't that enough?"

Both Emily and Joey look incredulous, shaking their heads.

"Don't you see we're trying to protect you? That guy's whole family is messed up. Have you seen his giant brother? What if being a giant retarded freak runs in the family? Do you want giant retard freak kids running around the house?" Joey says, as if he could think of nothing worse.

"I'm tired of listening to this," you say, fuming. You stand up from the bench and glare at your friends before turning your back, a tear streaking down your cheek.

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"Y-your friends want you to leave me?" Nubbins asks, cocking his head. The two of you are sitting in the sunflower fields as the sun rises, painting the sky pink. He doesn't seem upset, just curious.

"They think you're dangerous," you say, looking down at your joined hands and running your thumb over his. You can't bring yourself to tell him what they've said about his brother.

"W-well," Nubbins laughs, smiling. "I mean, I am. Grandpa wouldn't think I'm the best if I w-wasn't!" He pauses, then squeezes your hand. "But, 'course I'd never hurt you!"

"I know, Nubs, I'm just sad my friends are so judgmental," you say, sighing and leaning against his shoulder.

He uses his pocket knife to etch into the dirt between his feet, drawing your initials beside his. "Why does it matter w-what they think?" He pauses, looking up at you worriedly. "Y-you aren't gonna listen to them, are ya?" He asks, as if the notion hadn't occurred to him.

"No, of course not!" you soothe, instantly erasing the worried expression off his face. "I just don't like hearing them talk bad about you and your family."

"I could cut out their tongues!" he offers cheerily. "You ever had tongue pudding? It's real good!"

"No no, please don't," you giggle, and he laughs wildly, his whole body shaking beside yours.

Nubbins, still in a giggle fit, nuzzles at your ear before nipping it, making you laugh and shove him away. He lunges after you, tackling you to the dirt and touching your nose to his with a loud "boop!" A wild grin lights up his face, and you pull him down for a kiss, surprising the man into a fleeting moment of stillness.

When you break the kiss, he stares at you in a stupor before sense returns to his brain, and he blinks rapidly, his earlier grin returning. "Wow… sometimes I forget we can do that. Talk about crazy; your friends musta never had a kiss like that. Well, probably 'cause they never kissed you," he peters off, pure adoration in his eyes as he holds himself over you.

"You're so sweet, Nubbins," you say, kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you."

His face flushes pink, and he traces your lip with his thumb, cradling your face in his hand. "I l-love you too."

Nubbins doesn't care what anyone thinks but you. As long as he knows you love him, he will never get jealous.

[megangovier]

The Hitchhiker

Perv!Joel x hitchhiker fem!reader

word counter: 863

Summary: You're walking on the road in the middle of the night, hitchhiking your way to get home. A car stops and let you in Joel's calm demeanor hides a secret.

CW: 18+ only - smut!, dirty talk, manhandling, oral m, slight choking, degrading, p in v, breeding kink, hunter/prey, dub-con, biting, aftercare, LITERAL FILTH - minors do not interact!

Hitchhiking wasn't always the best thing to do, at times it could get scary you would get mugged or in return be asked for sexual favours which you were vehemently against. Your car had broken down and was in the fixer's so at night you would walk miles from a friend's house just to get home, but that night was different a handsome man showed up and accepted to take you for a ride home his charming demeanor is what attracted you to him. Joel was a talkative guy, asking where you're going and that he was heading the same way to see a friend.

It was 23:30 and Joel's been driving for two hours now, heading deeper into the tree's of the woods a confused look on your face appeared, fear started to rise in your chest looking at the man beside you a smirk slipped onto his face *um - sir I think we're going the wrong way, my house was 25 miles back that way* as Joel reached the cabin he turned off the engine and looked at you. Sweat was dripping down your neck and goosebumps appeared on your arms *I'm know around this area as the local perv, I hunt down attractive women and breed them* a pang of panic attacked your system, grabbing the door opening it you had ran out into the woods and hid behind the tree.

Putting your hand over your mouth to calm down your breathing, footsteps could be heard a few yards behind you *come on pretty girl, don't be like that - it's okay you're safe, as long as you're good for me* something started to throb making it uncomfortable so you rubbed your thighs together for some sort of friction. As he was coming up beside you, slowly you moved around the tree stupidly stepping on a twig. Joel sneaked up behind you and wrapped his hand around your neck *found you bunny - now get on your knees for me and open that pretty mouth of yours* ignoring what he just said his jaw was clenching and eyes filled with anger *be like that then - I'll force you down* as he did a squeal left your lips.

*now princess - undo my belt and put that cock in your mouth* still hesitating he had grabbed your chin aggressively and looked you in the eyes *if I was you I would listen - you wouldn't want to see me angry* something in his eyes darkened. Undoing his belt and opening your mouth he slipped out his cock and slapped it on your face, laughing about it tears started to appear, you've never been so degraded it was pathetic. You're now regretting your decision getting into the stranger's car. Grabbing his cock you slid it into your mouth.

*what a pathetic little bitch - taking my cock like a hungry cock sleeve, you're so enjoying this aren't you being throat fucked by a perv in the woods* the more he degraded you the more your pussy was getting wetter, his voice was like honey. Bobbing your head faster, sliding his hand into your hair grunts and moans left his mouth making you moan on his cock, taking you out your mouth saliva was dripping down your chin *fuck - you dirty little girl* grabbing your face he kissed your tongue tasting himself making him harder.

You're now on all fours, ass up and waiting Joel to breed you *what a pretty view - now I'm gonna turn you into a mommy, the way your breasts will grow with milk and stomach swell with my babies* hearing that your face turns hot red and pussy clenches around nothing. Positioning himself against your slick entrance Joel grabs your hips and slides his throbbing cock into you. *Fuck baby, you feel so damn good - the way your pussy takes my cock so we'll, was literally made for me and no-one else, my pretty little slut* clenching around him he grabbed your hair from behind and nibbled on your neck making you clench even more *if you keep going like that princess, clenching around me - I'm going to fucking explode into your tight cunt* the thought of him filling you up turning you into a mommy makes you so turned on.

Switching positions now he was on the floor, you were slowly taking his cock into your hand and slamming down onto him. Putting your hand onto his neck he put his hand around your wrist growling and grunting like an animal in heat he was so close now from breeding you *please bite me while i come into you, I'm so close* sliding your hand into his hair, pulling it back exposing his neck your mouth attaches to the sweet spot on his neck making him moan *harder darling* as you did what you were told, his body convulsed legs shaking, drool running down the corner of his mouth. Eyes rolling at the back of his head *fuck, baby take it all* he said while shooting his load into you.

exhausted you both collapse onto the floor, crawling up to him he kisses your forehead *you did so well for me*

For my depraved miller sluts 🥴

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Nubbins Sawyer x S/o insecure about their body:

-if yall cuddled he’d play with the parts of you you’re insecure about because he can’t snuggle still for shit

-constant compliments and pictures, showing them to you with the biggest smile on his face “M-my s/o looks s-so good!”

-shows them to victims too 💀 and asks them if they think you’re attractive and if they say no they get tortured for hours

-would mutter about how lucky he is in his sleep

-would cling onto you if you had a low self esteem day, complimenting you wherever you go

Nsfw below

-would fuck whatever you felt insecure of

-gap in your teeth? When you blow him he’ll be telling you how good it feels on him and adds to the friction, or have you bite his neck “S-see? Without that g-gap you w-wouldn’t have your signature m-mark!”

-Hip dips? He’s rubbing himself up on your side, muttering and moaning about how it makes him feel so good and how perfect you feel for him

-belly fat? Perfect cushion for his cum to land

-big thighs? He loves it, he wants to be smooshed in them and squeezed

-skinny thighs? Fine by him, they are a lot easier to hold down so he can eat you real good

-scars/bruises/imperfections/stretch marks? Hed find them beautiful and gently kiss on them, maybe try to make some matching bruises nearby 😏

-Take pictures of yall fuckin and show them to you, with a smug little grin “Y-you look s-so good t-there!” *while showing you like the most fucked out version of you ever*

-just ramming into you when he tops sloppily “y-you are s-so pretty…” “y-your body I-is so nice…” I

[macabrecravings]

I HAD A THOUGHT!!!

Camera Shy Reader / Nubbins… Some way or another you start dating & he Looooves to take pictures of you. You don’t get it.

“Film is expensive,” You tell him. “Stop wasting it on something you see everyday—“ It’s not like you leave the house that often anyway. He’s never apart from you for long, why does he need little pictures when he has the real thing right there?

But he tells you noo, you’re just so perfect and he likes to have pictures of you to keep in his bag, or his pocket, and in his room </3 They’re mostly mundane candid pictures when your guard is down. Eating food, outside when you’re on a walk. (He definitely has a collection of photos of you sleeping but he’s a little more secretive about those bc he thinks you’ll get upset with him)

It’s a little frustrating at first. You don’t think of yourself as photogenic and the photos come out … poorly. Motion blur, strange flares, but he likes them.

Eventually you tell him that you want to do an actual photo shoot, one where you can get something you’d be proud of him waving around and showing people. He’s fucking ECSTATIC and eagerly lets you decide where and when. Helps pose you when you’re awkward and unsure, but the experience turns out to be really fun!

He asks to do it more often & it helps you become more confident in front of the camera. Plus bonding with ur bf is a plus!

In this scenario I feel like it would be fun to write the photoshoots becoming a slippery slope to some more. Promiscuous scenarios :3 I don’t have the time to make it a full fic with everything else I’m writing but AHHHHH he’d fucking love to keep nude pictures of you

Hopefully those stay in Nubbins’ room, otherwise wheewww! You and him would get an ear full from Drayton. You crazy kids, running’ around taking obscene photos like degenerates. Keep it in the bedroom and OFFA THE CAMERA! I didn’t wake up this mornin’ wantin to see my little brother’s pecker in your filthy mouth. Cut it out!! >:(

[devilwearingdior]

Maria Flores. Disappeared mysteriously during her photography trip. With no success from the law to find Maria; Ana Flores and her friends take the matter in their own hands and decide to put up their own search party; what they discover will change them forever… But what happened before Maria disappeared? This story will take the reader back to August 1973, 7 months before Maria’s disappearance. Follow the story of Olivia Green, a transfer student from California, and see everything unfold leading to the tragedy from the eyes of a new character.

First chapter will be released soon…

character list Here

[oh-my-damn]

Sugar & Spice

A/N: Chapter three of Highways & Heatstrokes

Series Summary: After running away from your small hometown you venture out into the vast landscape, in search of a better life in New York City. When you meet truck driver Ari Levinson at a gas station, he offers you a ride, promising to take you as far as he can. But when it inevitably becomes time to part ways, will you follow your head or your heart?

Chapter Warnings: SMUT - praise, dumbification, a bit of degradation (nothing crazy), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), forced multiple orgasms, rough sex, dirty talk (ari is filthy), anal play, mention of anal sex, breeding kink/creampie kink.

Word Count: 5500

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

You wake up slowly, feeling slightly disoriented. When you try to move, a weight around your waist stops you. You open your eyes, realizing that you're facing the back wall that's up against the bed, and when you look down you realize what the heavy thing around your midriff is.

Ari's strong arm is draped over your waist, and it's not until then you realize that you also feel his chest pressed up against your back. You can feel his hot breath at the back of your neck, that's how close he is.

You're pretty sure he's still asleep, he might not even be aware he's doing it, but you can't help yourself. You press yourself the tiniest bit into him, relishing in his embrace, and when his arm tightens around you, you let out a content sigh.

He says nothing, but his hand moves back to pull at the duvet until it covers you as well, and then his arm goes back to wrap around you, this time under the soft cover. He pulls you closer, curling into you more with his upper body, his beard scratching your skin when he nuzzles his face into the back of your neck.

You release a shaky breath, butterflies swarming around your stomach as you relish in his closeness. You carefully move your arm until it's draped over his, your hand resting on top of his own.

You close your eyes again, preparing to go back to sleep since Ari is seemingly not too concerned about getting back on the road anytime soon. You feel warm and content, safe in his arms, and your relaxed state is making you sleepy all over again. It's been a while since you've felt safe when falling asleep.

But your eyes pop open suddenly when you feel his fingers move under yours. It's careful, hesitant, first his pointer finger moves against yours, and then his middle does the same. You lie still for a moment, unsure if he's fallen back asleep and this is just a tick because of dreaming, but then you feel it again.

You carefully curl your own fingers over the length of his, brushing them carefully, a touch thats barely there, to see if you get a response.

You do.

You can feel it as he spreads his fingers a little wider before the back of his hand presses into your palm, and like on instinct, you link your fingers with his.

He releases a quiet sigh against the back of your neck, pulling your entwined hands flush against your chest, making you press your back further into his chest.

It feels like you're electrified, like fireworks are going off in your belly. Your eyes close again, it's almost like if they're not open then it won't be real and you don't have to think about whether what is happening is okay.

You want it to happen, it feels so fucking good to have him this close, but you're also not sure if it even means anything. Ari is a truck driver, he's probably lonely most of the time, and perhaps he just likes to have another body close to him. Doesn't matter who that body belongs to.

But then you feel movement under you when Ari's other arm snakes under your pillow to pull himself even closer, despite it barely being possible. And then you feel as he curls his arm until his fingers brush against your forehead, smoothing over your hair.

His fingertips rub your scalp, making you let out another happy sigh, and in turn, his arm around your waist squeezes you a little tighter.

You tense a little when he speaks, worried he's going to want to stop, that he's changed his mind. But his words are a soft whisper, making you relax in his arms again when you hear them.

"You're beautiful. I hope you never doubt that again."

You smile, choosing to keep your eyes closed and not speak right away in fear it might make you wake up from this wonderful dream. Your fingers hold his a little tighter before you raise his hand to your lips, turning it over so you can press a kiss to his palm.

You whisper against his skin, "And that's coming from you."

You know it's not a dream when you hear his tired chuckle, his breath hitting the back of your neck, and then you almost let out a whimper when you feel his beard brush against your skin, his lips leaving a hesitant kiss.

You try to press into him more in response, but his chest is already flush against your back. You move your hips, wiggling them backwards to try and fit into where his legs are curled towards you. You were close already, but not close enough, his hips held back at an angle that's annoying you at this point. You want to be closer, feel his warmth against you all over your body.

You scoot your ass backwards to reach him, but then an annoyed sound leave your lips when he suddenly moves his hand out of your grasp to grip your hip, stopping you.

"Don't," he whispers, his voice deep and gruff from sleep, "Stay where you are."

"Why?" You whine quietly, wiggling your hips again, which only makes his fingers dig deeper into your skin.

"Sugar, you gotta stay where you are. Don't come closer."

You huff out an annoyed breath, frowning with your eyes closed, "But I want to be closer. I'm cold."

Ari chuckles, a deep, hoarse sound, "It's 100 degrees outside."

"But it isn't in here," you pout, "The aircon is on."

"I'll go turn it off then."

You can feel the bed dipping behind you as Ari starts to get up, but you quickly take his hand to pull him back down, "No, don't go, please."

You tug him into you, making him let out a surprised laugh as he practically crashes into your back.

Both of your hands grip his right arm, one placed on his forearm as the other holds on to his firm bicep, forcing him to lean his weight into you.

You hear him huff, trying to pull back a little but you don't relent, gripping him tighter.

"Sugar," he husks, his voice sounding strained, "You need to let me move back a little."

"Why?" You plead again, "I want you close."

"But-"

"But what?" You suddenly exclaim, turning onto your back to look at him.

He's leaning on his left forearm, looking down at you, his long hair falling over his eyes. His cheeks are slightly flushed, the color rushing down to his chest, and you let your eyes follow it, lingering on his firm pecks and the dusting of hair covering it. The duvet has slipped off during your antics, no longer covering him, and you can't stop yourself from taking in his full form.

Your gaze move down his chest, to his soft abs that are flexing at the angle he's lying in, and then they move further down, following the trail of hair below his belly button. When your eyes follow his happy trail even further, your breath hitches.

So that's why he didn't want to be closer.

Your eyes widen slightly at the large imprint in his briefs, his cock clearly hard as it's hidden behind the fabric.

Ari follows your eyeline and immediately grabs the comforter, pulling it up to cover his lower half.

Your throat goes dry when your eyes dart back up to meet his. His are apologetic, a small furrow to his brows, and the shade on his cheeks is even redder than before.

After a few seconds, he turns around, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he sits up with his back to you.

His hand goes to the back of his neck, making his bicep bulge out. He rubs his neck as he mumbles, "I'm sorry, it just.. It just happens. Doesn't mean anythin'.."

You can't help but feel a pang of disappointment at that.

You sit up as well, your hand reaching out to touch his shoulder blade. His skin is hot to the touch and you let your fingers trail down his back gently as you whisper, "It doesn't?"

He shakes his head, keeping his eyes downcast when he clears his throat, "No, uh, you know how it is.. Just happens sometimes.."

"Randomly? Doesn't matter who it is?" You whisper quietly, your eyes hopeful as you watch him from behind.

He looks over his shoulder, cerulean eyes meeting yours, "What are ya askin' me, sugar?"

"Are you attracted to me?"

The words spill out like word vomit, but you wouldn't want to hold them back even if you could. You want to know if you've been imagining it, you want to know if he wants you as much as you want him.

Ari scoffs, shaking his head before he turns his back to you once again, "Stop being dumb."

Dumb.

Last time he called you that, you were offended. This time however, it shoots an electric shock through your body, straight to your core.

Your palm flattens on his back, sliding over his shoulder as you inch closer to him, whispering, "So you don't like me being dumb?"

Ari tenses under your touch, his eyes following your hand when it slides down to his bicep.

"Sugar, what are you doin'?"

"Feeling you," you whisper, moving closer again until you can touch him with your other hand as well. Both of your hands slide down his arms before they move under his armpits to his chest, placing both of your palms flat on his firm pecks. You lean your chest into his back, your face tucking into the crook of his neck, "You feel good.."

Ari doesn't say a word, but he watches your hands on his pecs, how your fingers press experimentally on the soft muscles.

"Want me to stop?" You whisper against his skin, "I can stop if you don't want this.. If you don't want me.."

"No," he immediately replies, "Don't stop. I do want you.."

Excitement runs through you, making you nuzzle your face into his neck. You start kissing his soft skin, hesitantly at first, but when you hear a quiet groan leave his lips, you let your tongue taste him as well.

"Fuckin' hell," he groans when your teeth nip at his neck, "Sweetheart, you sure about this?"

"Mhmm," you hum, sucking on his skin.

"No, give me real words," he demands sternly, "'Cus once you get me started I won't want to stop. I gotta know you mean it. You want this?"

"Yes," you breathe out against his neck, "I want this, Ari. I want you." You punctuate your sentence by giving his pecs a firm squeeze and it's all the confirmation he needs.

He stands up from the bed, making your hands drop to your lap as you look up at him with pleading eyes.

He takes a deep breath, his large hand reaching out to cup your cheek, "You're so fuckin' beautiful."

You gasp when he suddenly leans down, planting his lips on yours as he crawls onto the bed. You let him take charge, your body landing on the mattress as he looms over you, lips expertly moving over your own.

His thumb caresses your cheek as he kisses you deeper, tongue teasing at the seam of your lips. You part them immediately, moaning when his tongue finds yours, the hand on your cheek trailing down your neck to your chest.

His fingers find your t-shirt before he starts tugging on it. He leans back to lift it over your head, letting out a deep exhale when he realizes you're not wearing a bra.

"Jesus christ," he mumbles, large warm hands immediately groping your breasts. He kneads them, eyes locked onto the soft flesh before they flit to yours when you let out a moan.

He holds eye contact as his fingers rub and tug on your nipples, giving them a squeeze. Ari's lips lift into a smirk when you whine, his fingers repeating the action.

He leans down, placing gentle kisses over your collarbones before he reaches your breasts, lips wrapping around one of your nipples as his fingers toy with the other.

"Ari," you breathe out, your fingers tangling in his long hair, "Fuck."

Ari hums against your skin, tongue swirling around your nipple before his teeth nip at it. Your hips buck up at the feeling, it's making you needier, and Ari notices.

His lips move to your other nipple, giving it equal attention, and then he slowly starts moving down your body, his tongue wetting your skin as he goes.

His hands find the waist of your jersey shorts, fingers curling around it as he starts tugging them down, over your hips. You help, lifting off the bed to get them off faster, but as soon as they're down to your thighs, Ari stills his movements.

"Sugar," he growls, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, "What the fuck is this?"

He looks up at you through thick lashes, strands of hair falling in front of his stern face as his eyes burn into yours.

Your cheeks heat up immediately, squeezing your thighs together.

"W-what?"

"Why aren't you wearin' panties, hm? Where'd they go?"

"I-uhm," you stutter, wanting to hide away from his scrutinizing stare, "I didn't have any more clean ones, I haven't for a while.."

"What?" he exclaims, his brows raising, "You mean you were bare last night, sleepin' in here all alone, while I was out there? You mean this sweet little cunt was all over my sheets last night and I didn't even know?"

Then realization washes over his face as he whispers, "This morning you walked out and sat with me in your sleepshirt.."

"Mhmm," you reply with a small nod, your face burning up, "It's not my fault, I didn't have anywhere to wash them.."

Ari groans loudly, his eyes turning dark and dangerous as they move over your almost naked body, "You're gonna be the fuckin' death of me, sugar."

He rips the shorts down your legs, tossing them aside carelessly before his large hands grip your thighs, spreading you wide.

He licks his lips as his eyes lock on your weeping cunt, already soaked just from being in his vicinity. You could even tell you were dripping earlier, just from him being pressed up against you.

"Such a pretty pussy," he whispers, his lips pressing sloppy kisses to the inside of your thigh, "And such a pretty girl, can't believe I get to have you all to myself.."

His tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your thigh until he reaches your core. He licks a greedy stripe up your slit, tongue flat against you, a moan rumbling out of him immediately.

"Taste so fucking sweet," he moans again before he dives in, tongue lapping over your folds hungrily.

You jolt up as you gasp, your hands tangling in his hair again, "Oh shit, Ari!"

He groans against your pussy, eating you out like a man starved, shoving his entire face into your wetness. His beard scratches your sensitive skin as his lips wrap around your clit, tongue flicking it furiously.

"Ah!" you cry, hips bucking up at the sensation, "Fuck, oh god!"

Ari doesn't let up, your moans only make him hungrier, your juices are like an aphrodisiac to him and he already knows he'll never get enough.

His hands keep you spread completely wide, giving him easy acces to your sobbing core, his tongue diving into your needy whole greedily.

All you can hear are how wet you are, the noises his tongue makes as it moves over your pussy, and his loud, sinful moans.

When your back lifts from the bed due to a particularly cruel stroke of his tongue, you realize he's grinding against the bed in tune with his moans and it only fuels your desire for him.

He sucks and licks at your clit, teasing it ruthlessly as he suddenly dives two fingers inside you. You cry out, fingers tightening in his hair when he starts pumping his fingers into your wet channel, making you see stars.

"Ari, fuck, I'm gonna come!" You sob, your mind turning fuzzy from the pleasure, "Oh god, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna-daddy!"

You wail as your orgasm crashes into you, your body shaking under him as his tongue keeps working you over, your juices squirting out around his fingers lewdly. He groans deeply when they cover his chin and beard, turning feral as he continues to eat you out.

You don't even realize what you called him, but it made him hard as a fucking rock, and he needs you to do it again.

He doesn't stop, continues his wonderful torture even when you whine and push at his head.

"Not stopping," he growls against your pussy, adding a third finger to your tight hole, "Need one more, come on pretty baby. Come for daddy."

You let out a loud gasp as another orgasm crashes into you, the aftershocks from the first one still consuming your body. Your entire body tenses up, your breathing stops as it explodes inside you, and then you breathe in deeply once it washes over you.

You're panting and whimpering as you come down from your high, faintly aware of Ari as he slips his fingers out of you and licks them off, eyes roaming over your shivering body.

"Mmh, taste so sweet, sugar," Ari grins, making a show of cleaning his fingers with his mouth, "Guess that really is a fittin' nickname, hm?"

You're too spent to do anything but giggle tiredly, your cheeks and chest flushed as your body feels relaxed and pliant.

Ari spreads your thighs with his hands again when you try to close them, looking down at your sensitive core, "You made a mess on my sheets, honey. Such a dumb baby, makin' a stupid mess on daddy's sheets. Now we gotta go wash 'em tomorrow."

"Then we can," you breathe out, trying to catch your breath, "We can wash my panties too, daddy."

Ari tuts, "Now why would we do that, hm baby? You think daddy's gonna want you wearin' panties? Nuhuh, from now on, panties are banned from this truck, you hear me?"

You giggle deliriously as you nod, making Ari grin, "Atta girl."

His hands wrap around your thighs, thumbs stroking your skin as his smile turns softer, "How you feelin' sweetheart? Up for some more?"

Your hands reach out for him as you lay on the bed, "Yes daddy, more. Please."

"Okay sweet girl," Ari hums as he crawls between your spread thighs, "Can't resist you when you ask so nicely. I'll give you anything you want."

He pushes his briefs down, tossing them aside just like he did with your shorts, before he's sitting on his haunches between your thighs.

Ari leans over your body, arms caging you in, his lips landing on yours in a hungry kiss, swiping his tongue into your mouth and making you taste yourself on him.

"Taste so good, don't you, sugar?" Ari mumbles into the kiss.

You tangle your fingers in his soft locks, tugging on them as you nod.

Ari chuckles, "Mmh, yeah you do. Gonna have to have another taste soon. But right now I gotta get inside that pretty pussy a'yours, don't think I'll survive another second without you wrapped around me."

You gasp into his mouth when you feel the thick head of his cock prodding at your entrance, rubbing through your folds.

Ari smears his cock in your wetness, pushing it up to nudge your clit and down to tease at your needy hole.

"You want it, baby?" he leans down to whisper in your ear, "Want daddy's cock?"

"Yes daddy," you breathe out, "Please, need your cock."

You whine when he slowly starts pushing inside you, the stretch burning as soon as he enters. He's thick, and long, and three fingers were definitely not enough to prepare you for him.

Your hands grip his shoulders as you tense up at the intrusion, your eyes squeezing shut tightly.

"Shh," Ari coos in your ear, nuzzling his face into your neck, "It's alright. Relax for me, sweetheart. You can take it, I know you can."

He keeps pushing inside, slowly, and you breathe in deeply to relax around him.

"That's my good girl," he whispers as he places kisses on your cheek and the corner of your mouth, "Good job honey, doing so well for me."

You moan when he goes deeper, the burn turning into a dull pain as the pleasure slowly overtakes it. Ari groans into your ear when he bottoms out, making your stomach flutter.

You're so full, you don't think you've ever felt like this before. It feels like there's not a single inch of space left, his mushroom tip hitting your cervix whenever he moves his hips, even slightly.

"You okay?" He whispers in your ear, but you can tell he's struggling from the strain in his voice.

"Yes daddy," you breathe out, "You feel amazing. Fuck me, please."

He pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, before he pushes back in with a little more force.

Ari's head drops on your shoulder as he hisses, "Jesus christ.."

You whimper when he starts to slowly thrust into you, his cock dragging against your walls, making you feel every vein and throb of his thick length.

"God, you're so tight, you're grippin' me so fuckin' tight, shit," Ari moans as he slowly picks up pace, thrusting into you with more vigor.

His lips find yours, devouring you in a messy kiss, your saliva mixing as your tongues meet. His teeth dig into your bottom lip, tugging on it as his thrusts get harder, your moans mixing in the kiss.

"So good," he grunts, cock sliding in and out of your wet heat quicker, "So fuckin' good, you feel fuckin' amazing, baby. Taking me so well, fuck."

Your nails rake down his back as his hands grip the sheet, a rumbling growl bubbling up in his chest, and when your eyes meet his again, they're dark, the blue almost completely swallowed out by his pupils.

He leans back and pulls out of you suddenly, flipping you over on the mattress. You land on your stomach, barely even having time to react before he straddles the back of your thighs.

"Look at this," he moans as his hands grope your ass cheeks, "So beautiful, you're so fuckin' beautiful sugar. A fuckin' work of art."

You would have gotten flustered at his sweet words if you'd had time, but you don't. Because as soon as he finishes his sentence, he starts sinking his heavy cock into your tight channel, stretching you open again.

He groans as he slides in, keeping your cheeks spread so he can watch the whole thing, and you don't miss the wet sound your pussy makes as he bottoms out.

He grinds his hips into yours, making his cock nudge your cervix. You whine, your fingers gripping the sheets, while Ari lets out a deep groan. "Fuuck, that's it. God damn it you feel good, sugar. This is the best pussy I've ever fuckin' had, jesus. I'll never fuckin' get enough a'you."

He starts pushing and pulling, his throbbing cock moving against your tight walls. His pace is slow at first, teasing his way inside, but he gradually picks up pace, his thrusts turning harder.

"So good," he moans as he starts to fuck you in earnest, his cock spearing into you, "So perfect, perfect, perfect."

He punctuates his last word with a hard thrust and a smack to your ass, making you yelp. Then he growls when he starts rutting into you, thrusts turning frenzied, leaning over you to cover your back with his large frame.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," Ari grunts as he slams his cock into you over and over again. The wet squelching sounds coming from your pussy as he shoves himself inside you are obscene, they're the only sounds you can focus on in this small space besides Ari's loud moans.

His fingers dig into your hips, sure to leave bruises by tomorrow, his heavy weight draped over your body as you lie face down in the mattress.

His beard scratches your neck as he nuzzles his face into it, his deep moans directly in your ear, your whines muffled as your cheek is pressed into the pillow.

"Such a sweet little cunt, sugar," he moans, rutting into you faster, "Pussy's just swallowin' me up, suckin' me right back in whenever I try to pull out. Fuckin' hell."

You cry out when he hits a particularly deep spot, making your toes curl as your walls clench around his thick cock.

Ari groans loudly, his teeth nipping at your neck, "Yeah, you like that? You like how my cock feels, hm? Tell me, sugar. Tell me how you feel."

"S-so good, daddy, fuck, you're so deep, ah!"

Ari growls against your neck, pumping his cock inside you with deep, calculated strokes, "That's right, takin' me so well, baby. Takin' my cock like a fuckin' champ, barely even tryin' to run away from me. You like daddy's cock, huh? Like bein' stretched out by my fat cock, honey?"

You sob and nod, your cheek rubbing against the pillow.

Ari chuckles, "What, too dumb to speak? You cock drunk already, sugar? Can't answer daddy even when he asks you a simple question?"

He straightens back up, ramming into you from the back, his palm landing flat on your ass as he spanks you in quick succession, your cheek stinging from the impact.

"God, this fuckin' ass," he growls, fingers digging into your plump flesh, spreading your cheeks apart, "And this little cunt. It's a tight fit but daddy made it work, hm? You take me fuckin' perfectly, such a good girl, sweetheart."

Ari spits between your cheeks, his saliva dripping down from your puckered hole to where he's spearing into you. His thumb finds your tight rim, rubbing over it until you wail into the pillow.

"Mmh, you like that, huh? You ever been fucked up here, sugar? Ever had a cock in your ass before?"

You gasp when his thumb pushes inside, slowly and teasing the edge, your mind clearing enough to let you shake your head.

"No? That's too bad, bet you'd look fuckin' beautiful with my cock shoved in there, stretchin' you out. But then again, you're already all stretched out around daddy's cock, aren't you sugar?"

He punctuates his words with a few hard thrusts, your pussy fluttering around his cock as tears spill from your eyes.

Ari coos, "Aw, you gonna come already, sweetheart? You're just a dumb baby, huh? Can't even let daddy fuck you for five minutes before you're comin' all over his cock."

He leans over you again, the thumb in your ass moving deeper as his free hand brushes the tears off your cheeks, "Spillin' all your pretty tears for me, honey? You just a dumb baby, cryin' because you can't handle daddy's cock? Want daddy to stop, hm?"

His mocking tone makes you shudder, but when his pace slows, you whine, "N-no daddy, please! Don't stop, please, love your cock!"

"Oh, we're back to full sentences now, hm?" Ari grunts as he picks up pace, "Guess I'm not doin' a good enough job, then."

He grits his teeth as he slams into you, your ass bouncing every time his hips meet yours. His thick cock fills you to the brim over and over again, your entire body tensing up as you feel your orgasm hurdling towards you.

Ari feels it too when your pussy flutters around him, "C'mon pretty baby, come for daddy. Make a stupid mess on my cock, sweetheart."

You cry out when the orgasm hits you like a freight train, your pussy convulsing as you tense up under him.

Ari hisses and groans loudly, hips stuttering, "Fuck! Grippin' me so fuckin' tight, I can't-ah!"

He growls as he comes undone, his warmth filling your insides and only adding to your pleasure.

But then he doesn't stop, he keeps going, the wet noises coming from your pussy even louder now.

"Gonna pump you full of my fuckin' cum, honey. Take it, fuckin' take it. Take all of my cum, gonna make you so full of me you won't even be able to walk, fuckin' hell. This little cunt is fuckin' magic."

You feel your mixed cum dripping down onto the mattress below you as he keeps pumping into you sloppily, filling you to the brim just like he promised, his hands now digging into your ass as he watches his seed spill out around his cock.

He grinds into you, pushing his hips flush against yours with a moan, "So fuckin' good, jesus. I'm addicted to this pussy."

You whimper quietly, and that's what finally snaps him out of his heated trance. He leans over your body, his hands next to your head before he lies down on top of you, cock still buried inside you.

He's panting heavily as he envelops you, his chest flush to your back, and then his lips find your cheek.

"Did so well for me, sweetheart," he whispers against your cheek, placing soft kisses on your skin, "So good. So proud of you."

His arms wrap around you until he can move you onto your side, him lying behind you, ensuring his cock stays inside. His hands land on your chest and stomach, holding you close to him as he whispers in your ear, "Gonna need to stay inside you a little bit, okay baby? You feel too good, can't pull out just yet."

"Okay daddy," you whisper breathlessly, pressing your body into his.

He grabs hold of the duvet, draping it over you to keep you warm as he nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin.

"That's my good girl."

You wake up when the truck door slams shut, your eyes slowly fluttering open.

You squint as Ari moves into your vision, dressed in his denim jeans and an unbuttoned flannel shirt, flowing in the air as he moves.

He smiles softly when your eyes meet his, "Hi sweet girl. How are ya feelin'?"

You groan as you stretch your limbs on the mattress, rolling onto your back.

Ari chuckles as he crawls onto the bed, holding something in one of his hands, "That bad, huh?"

"No," you mumble, your brows furrowing when he pulls the duvet off your naked body, "Not bad, just a little sore."

Ari's face falls as he spreads your thighs, kneeling between them, "I'm sorry, sugar. Didn't mean to hurt you.."

His eyes drop to your core and you gasp when something warm and wet lands on your puffy folds.

"You didn't hurt me, Ari," you whisper in response when you realize he went to get a wet cloth to clean you up, "I liked it. It's just been a while, and.." You trail off as your stomach flutters with excitement, your eyes trailing over how big and beefy he looks, kneeling between your thighs in just an open shirt and jeans.

"And?" he asks, glancing up at you as he gently swipes the cloth over your pussy.

Your cheeks flush as your eyes lock with his, "You're really big.."

Ari chuckles again, his hair falling over his eyes as he shakes his head, "I appreciate the compliment, sweetheart. But I still shouldn't be makin' you hurt."

"It's alright," you reply as he finishes, covering you with the duvet again, "It was worth it."

"Yeah?" Ari grins, tossing the cloth aside.

"Absolutely," you respond, smiling widely as your hands reach out for him.

"One second, sugar," Ari says as he stands up and drops the shirt from his shoulders before he starts tugging off his jeans, "Gotta get these off, then I'll cuddle you for as long as you want."

Once his jeans are off, leaving him in all his naked glory, he crawls under the covers and wraps himself around you, holding you close.

He places kisses on your collarbones as his arms are wrapped around you and you lie on your back, his beard a comforting tickle on your skin. He places his head on your chest, nimble fingers drawing invisible shapes on your exposed breast.

"You're fuckin' amazing, you know that?" he whispers against your skin, making your stomach do a flip.

"So are you," you respond quietly, your fingers running through his long strands, nails scratching his scalp.

You both fall asleep like that, holding each other close in the back of his truck.

And you try to push away the thought that in just a few days, you'll reach New York City, and he'll leave you there as he continues on.

[small-sinclair]

Sometimes, I think about Nubbins goofy grin.

Like, he giggles when s/o places a flower crown on him. He can’t control his laughter when s/o takes a photo of him and calls him “beautiful blue”. When he holds their hand and feels them close, he gushes like a school girl.

Idk. I think he’s pretty neat.

[bloodybobbysawyer]

CHPATER 8 OF ALL AMERICAN MASSACRE OUT NOW!

[urlocalnonbinarybastard]

POV: Johnny sees Hitchhiker

[open--till--midnight]

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Continent - Chapter 1 - Time's Running Out

eskel x fem!reader

wc | 1.1k

summary | when a mage is accused of killing her king, she covers for his real killer and runs away from his kingdom, fearing the consequences of her friend's actions.

a/n | this chapter was kind of just a jumping off point, it needs to be heavily rewritten. im considering turning it into an oc story. but for now, this work is on hiatus

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Your portals were becoming sloppy. With control of your magic decreasing, you were becoming uncoordinated. Your last portal had opened up within feet of a cliff edge, the next into a thick bramble, the thorns digging into your calves leaving more spots of blood on your clothes. And the water from a lake shore burned those abrasions before you fell face first into a stone wall. 

Your hand shot to your face, and there was blood when you opened your palm. With the same hand you attempted to open another portal, but despite the intense energy you put into it, nothing happened. So, you stumbled against the wall, trying to get a bearing of your surroundings.

The surrounding woods were thick, thick and dark and you could already hear the snarls of a wolf pack. But before you could reach for your dagger, the sound of a sword cutting through air was heard to your left and a white-haired man appeared from behind the stone wall. 

It was a witcher, but you couldn’t be completely sure, he looked older than you’d expected a witcher to be, but you had no reference to make that assumption. He dealt with the wolves with ease, wiping his blade on his sleeve before staring you down, keeping his steel ready. 

“And who might you be?” 

You stayed silent; your situation demanded secrecy. 

“Right, well I’m sure you wouldn’t mind coming with me then. Seeing as you have nowhere to run to, I would advise against resisting.”

The man gestured around the corner with his sword; you led, and he stayed close behind. You held your hand close to your chest, seeing if there was a possibility of escape, but you felt no magic, you had burnt out. 

“So, you’re a mage then?” 

You turned; eyes wide.

“The medallion, dear. Senses magic.”

The tip of his sword tapped your back, the pain kept you walking. Within minutes, a small castle was in full view, but your eyes were trained on the ground. The rocky terrain made walking difficult and the threat of the blade behind you kept you on high alert. 

The inside walls of the castle felt like a maze, but the man gave you orders, loud and abrasive. 

When you entered the large wooden doors to the keep, you felt the end of a sword collide with your skull and then nothing.

When you woke, dimeritium cuffs were shackled on your wrists and you were tied to a pillar in the middle of a large room. Your head pounded and your vision was blurry, but you could make out the figures of three men. One in red and two in black.

With your eyes closed, you listened. They were hushed, you could only make out a few words here and there, you couldn’t make out anything of substance, nothing you could use. 

You stank of blood and dirt and death. Your dark red clothes were now brown and sticking to your skin. The smell blew your cover when you gagged, tears rewetting your clothes. 

“And it appears she’s awake.”

The men stood from their spot at the table and made their way to you. From your seated position they towered over you, standing too close, staring too hard. You were terrified. 

Your wrists quickly became bloody too, as they struggled against the magic dampening cuffs.

“You’re not getting out of those cuffs any time soon.” This witcher had short dark hair and a scar running down the left side of his face. He enjoyed this; his smirk gave him away. 

The man in red glared at him before turning back at you, he still said nothing. The oldest shooed them away and crouched down to your level. 

“You want to tell us how you found this place?” When you didn’t answer, he continued. “This place isn’t easy to find, not even for us. It would do you good to answer me, dear.” 

You spat in his direction, only slightly surprised to see the blood mixed in. 

“I could help you, you know? You don’t look so good. Eskel is as good as they come with healing, he could help you. He’d be gentle if I asked him to be.”

Still, you stayed silent. You would die here if you needed to. There was no way to tell where these witchers’ allegiances lay. They didn’t need to know who you were, and they wouldn’t. You would escape before then, not that you knew how you were going to achieve that yet, but you would. You had to.

The old witcher left when the sun had set, only after moving you to a dark room. Alone. You would have to get through the dimeritium to be free. But you didn’t even know if your magic came back after the battle, and you had no way of knowing. 

Against your better judgement, you fell asleep, head hanging and body slumped against the cold, hard wall. 

One brave soldier came running toward you, sword in hand and mouth hanging open. He spat as he yelled, but the sound was soon cut short as you took him out with one clean and calculated spell. 

There was one last wave you needed to get to. Your best friend, your sister stood at your side. Her face split into a wicked smile before she ran.

The king stood in the center of the row, sitting on his horse with his sword ready in his gloved hand. Ten soldiers stood to either side, heavily armored and sneering. 

You were heavily outnumbered, two against twenty and the king. Nobody moved, and the battlefield was silent save the moans of a few wounded soldiers, clutching their bodies on the wet grass. 

A single soldier came forward, gripping his sword and lumbering towards you. You took him out easily, a single spell did the trick. The king stayed in place, letting his soldiers come at the two of you. When they were taken care of, you pulled your dagger and stepped closer to the king.

He gaudily swung his sword, making eye contact with you the entire time. But it didn’t do him much good when you shot it out of his hand, giving your accomplice the go ahead. She drew her sword. 

The king began to retreat, whistling for his horse. But he refused to turn his back, practically allowing her to drive her blade through the mad king’s heart. 

You woke to the heavy door creaking. It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light of the lantern that peeked through the door. When you saw the witcher in red come in you opened your mouth to yell, but he quickly quieted you by clamping his hand over your mouth.  

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Hi! This is my first fanfic on Tumbler! I also posted this story on wattpad if you guys prefure to read it there!

Why me? (Nubbins Sawyer x Y/N)

Intro:In 1974 a tragedy which befell on a group of six youths, in particular Y/n L/n and he dear friend Sally Hardesty. It's all the more tragic that all of them where young. But they had lived very long lives, thry could not have expected nor would they have wished to see as much of the mad and macabre as they were to see that day. For them an idyllic summer afternoon drive became a nightmare. The events of thst day were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre crimes in the annals of American history. The kidnapping of Y/n L/n and the Texas chainsaw massacre..

Word count:1017

CHAPTER 1- THE RADIO

~~~3rd person P.O.V~~~

The radio blarred as the van drove. Yet no one paid attention to what was being said.

"&to give further details of the case.

It is believed that the indictment is only one of a series to be handed down as a result of a special grand jury investigation.  Grave robbing in Texas is this hours top news story.

An infoment led officers of the Muerto County Sheriffs Department to a cemetery just outside the small rural Texas community of Newt early this morning.

Officers there discovered what appeared to be a grisly work of art, the remains of a badly decomposed body wired to a large monument.

A second body was found in a ditch near the perimeter of the cemetery.

Subseqient investigation has revealed at least a dozen empty crypts,and its feared more will turn up as the probe continues.

Deputies report that in some instances only parts of a corpse had been removed;the head or in some cases the extremities removed,the remainder of the corpse left intact.

Evidence indicates the robberies have occurred over a period of time Sheriff Jesus Maldonado refused to give details of the ghoulish case and said that he did have strong evidence linking the crime to elements outside the state.

Area residents have reportedly converged on the cemetery, fearing the remains of relatives have been removed.

No suspects are in custody as the investigation at the scene continues.

Oil storage units continues to burn out of control at the hugr Texaco refinery near the Texas-Luisiana border.

Three storage units exploded into flames during the night killing at least three workers and injuring a dozen more.

Fire fighting units from three Texas cities continue battling the cause in an effort to congine 40 foot flames.

Smoke from the fire has reached Huston residents some 60 miles to the south.

Health officials from San Francisco reluctantly admit they may have a cholera epidemic on their hands.

Some 40 cases of the highly infectious diseasehave been confirmed.."

The radio was soon drowned out completely.

~~~Y/n P.O.V~~~

Jerry pulled the van over after Franklin had said something to him.

Once the van came to a halt Kirk slid open the sliding door and stepped out. No one really talked while the van wasnt moving, yet the radio still played.

"And suspect sabotage. Police in Gary Indian have been unable to identify.."

Kirk pulled out two wooden planks and proped them up against the bottom of the van so Franklin, who was in a wheelchair, could wheel himself out without getting hurt.

I leaned my head back slightly and looked out the window as Kirk helped Franklin out the van. I grasped at the bottom of my shirt and pulled ot up to my face, wiping away the sweat that had formed under my nose.

It was hotter then hell in Texas and everyone knew it. I dont know why Sally had to drag me out here with her just to see if her grandfathers grave had been robbed, hell i didn't know him.

I looked out the sliding door as Kirk pushed Franklin to the tall weeds. I wished we didn't stop, stopping only made the ride longer.. But...we had to make stops for things like gas or in thise case, bathroom breaks..

All was quiet other then the radio into me a 18 wheeler came driving down the road, throwing up dust and rocks.

Not a second later screaming was heard from outside.

My fight or flight sences kicked in and I instantly pushed myself out of the van just in time to see Franklin lose control of his wheelchair and roll rapidly down the hill.

Pam let out a small gasp. "FRANKLIN!" me and Sally yelles in unison. I jumped out of the van and ran down the hill after Franklin, with Kirk following behind me. I almost fell running down the hill.

My feet tangled with the tall grass, wrapping around my legs, almsot making me trip. I saw Franklin topple out of his chair and roll down the hill, then stopping as the wheelchair harshly hit his side.

I soon got to his side and pushed the wheelchair away. "You okay?" I asked as I slowly grabbed Franklins arm. "I was..shit" he groaned out as I helped him up.

Kirk came by my side and helped me get Franklin back into his chair, since i couldn't have done it alone.

Me and Kirk pushed Franklin back up the hill. I looked down at Franklin and saw that the sleeve of his shirt had ripped open..

After a bit we were back on the road with Jerry driving.

"This heat is just driving me crazy, i don't know if i can take much more" Franklin whined out as he unbuttoned his shirt, showing off his chest.

"Listennn "the condition of retrogradation is contrary or inharmonious to the regular direction of actual movement in the zodiac and is ,in that respect, evil." " Pam said. Reading from her book

I rolled my eyes as she spoke. Pam was one of those girls who believed in zodiac signs and how the planet's and our birthdays affect us people.

"Hence, when maker is planet's are in retrograde. And Saturn's malefic, okay? "Their maleficence is increased" " Pam added then looked up at Jerry.

"Have you been doing tjose Readers Digest word power columns again?" Jerry asked as he took his eyes off the road and put them onto Pam.

"Jerry, it just means that Saturn's a bad influence. Its just particularly a bad influence now becuase its in retrograde" Pam said, adding a whine to her voice.

"How can a planet be a bad influence? That's bullshit" I said. Pam looked back at me and scrunched her face up at me.

"Hey, man, you believe all that stuff your old lady's hawkin about?" Jerry asked as he looked back at Kirk.

A I dont know was all that Kirk got out before Sally shut the whole conversation down before it turned into a huge argument...

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Ezra's pet (reader)

"Hey guys." Ezra popped his head into the room with a shit eating grin like he had done something mischievous. "Guess what?" He followed up.

"What?" Phineas asked and Gus signed.

"I got a pet human." He boasted.

"No way." Gus signed.

"Real funny." Phineas let out.

"No, I'm serious. Come here pet, show them I speak the truth. You awkwardly peaked your head into the room. They stared at you in disbelief. "Don't be shy, come here." He told you, waving you over to get closer. You made your way to his side.

"Hi..." You greeted, not knowing what else to say.

"Aren't they neat?" Ezra boasted.

"How on Earth did you get a pet human? Are they even ok with being a pet?" Phineas asked, concerned.

"Yeah, it's fine. He takes care of me, and if he can't, I can." You reassured him.

"And I take good care of you, don't I?" He asked rhetorically.

"Yes, sir." You answered him.