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[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Dating the Jackass Guys HC’s!

Steve-O X Fem!Reader, Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader, Ryan Dunn X Fem!Reader, Chris Pontius X Fem!Reader, Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, drug use, alcohol, injury, car sex, tending to wounds, make outs, kissing, sex on a beach, public sex, unsafe driving, posessiveness, unwanted flirting

An: I wanted to write some head cannons based off of what kinds of dates the Jackass guys would take their girlfriends on (and all the ways that could go wrong)! Bam’s part was inspired by these headcannons by @1800miserablethot I love his work please go check him out!! Thank you for reading and please keep sending requests!

Steve-O

Assuming you were his asshole landlord, your boyfriend didn’t seem too happy when he threw open the door, clad only in his boxers, “What?!”

See, even though Steve planned to go out with you a week ago, he still wasn’t up by the time you got at his place, leaving you to pound on his door for what felt like an eternity to try and get his lazy ass out of bed

“Oh shit…” Shocked awake, Steve’s face fell after you, very unamused, reminded him that yes, you did have a date today. “Yeah, yeah- come on in!”

You knew that this was par for the course for him when you started dating him. What you weren’t aware of, however, was the state his apartment was in-

So much filth covered every surface that you started mentally repeating, “Don’t touch anything, don’t touch anything…” to yourself like a mantra

Despite the way your skin itched, there was something endearing about watching your boyfriend crack open a beer at noon, which he quickly drained, before pulling on a pair of jeans he had lying around.

“So, where’re we heading?” Given the fact Steve didn’t own a car, your options were kind of limited

The two of you ended up heading to the park and grabbing some hot dogs from a cart before plopping down on the grass together.

Even if he wasn’t half broke, he was never one for grand dates, and you could admire how genuine that was

Instead of wowing you with fancy dinners and sports cars, he preferred his dates to be about having a nice time with his lady.

Something not many people would know about Steve is that animals love him.

Out of nowhere, your boyfriend was practically knocked off his feet by an overexcited golden retriever who jumped on him and covered his face in slobbery kisses

It was heartwarming really, the way he laughed and smiled in that sweet, boyish way while giving the dog some good skritches!

Ah, you always knew men being good with animals was a green flag…

When it’s owner ran over and apologized for her dog getting off the leash, he told her it was totally cool

“But if it isn’t a problem, you don’t happen to have a tennis ball on you, do you?”

She did- as did the many other dog owners, who were as impressed as you were at Steve’s impromptu juggling act he put on in the park

Okay, maybe he was trying to impress you a little. But showing off you clown skills isn’t the same as driving around in some hot shit Lamborghini, okay?

As the sun started going down, and Steve walked you to your car, he asked if you’d be interested in coming up to his place, maybe smoke a little- who knows…

But thinking back to the piles of empty beer cans and the questionable stains on the carpet, you politely declined, “Uh…Maybe next time?”

You made another mental note to lay down some blankets down in your trunk before you saw him next.

Johnny

“Howdy, ma’am!” Standing at your door to pick you up for your date to the rodeo was Knoxville, who tipped his cowboy hat at you while you giggled at his little country getup,

What with the boots and those tights jeans that made his ass looks great- not to mention that obnoxious pink shirt that let you know it was your boyfriend under all that

“Are you really wearing that?”

“Well, yes i am,” Taking your hand, he drawled in an exaggerated accent as he led you to the car before opening the door for you, “and I do think we should be gettin’ a move on…”

You had no clue there were even rodeos in LA before Johnny took you there, but there you were, sitting with these great seats

And there’s nothing more your boyfriend loved than seeing that look of wonder on your face as you ogled at the real deal bull riders, not like the kinda stuff he does on Jackass. Which, speaking of…

“Excuse me, ma’am- I gotta go hit the little boy’s room.”

However, Knoxville was not squeezing past your knees to go to the little boy’s room.

Unbeknownst to you, he actually was a friend of the man who owned the stadium and had a little surprise planned for you

Not five minutes later, after they corralled the bull to set up for the next rider, guess who you see walk out into the ring? That fucking pink shirt…

“Johnny- Johnny! Don’t-“ and there he went, ploughed clean over much to the joy of the crowd and your anguish

Not assured at all by the thumbs up he gave you as he staggered to his feet, you couldn’t help but wince a little when you saw your boyfriend limp back to his seat.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” With a crooked grin, Knoxville waved a dismissive hand at you, “Yeah, I’ll be fine- just a little bruised…” Still, he didn’t dissuade your worries,

Turns out he was more than just a little bruised, as you would find out when things started getting a little hot and heavy on the drive back and Johnny had to pull over to a dark, secluded area just off the beaten path

Moving to straddle his lap, you felt him groan against your lips as you reached down to undo his belt, “mmm…ow- fuck!”

So, glancing down at the swollen, purple mess of bruise tissue on his legs, you decided to take a rain check.

Instead of ending the night getting laid in your boyfriend’s ‘69 Challenger, you spent the night at his place, holding ice to his sore thighs while he cracked jokes to make you laugh despite the situation.

If that ain’t love, then you don’t know what love is…

Ryan

When Ryan told you that over the phone that, “If you want, you could just come hang out at Castle Bam.” you thought that would mean swimming in the backyard pool and going out for dinner at Antonio’s,

But he meant it very literally, because there you were, sitting next to your boyfriend on the couch, watching TV.

I mean, you were happy to be hanging out with him, but is this his idea of a date?

“Is this all we’re going to do?” “Yeah.”

It was Dunn’s greatest power and his worst fault- he was horribly, aggressively chill

There you sat for hours, so comfortable with each other that you didn’t feel the need to make small talk, watching The Simple Life, or Nick and Jessica, or whatever dreck MTV away airing that afternoon

Later, Ry went to the kitchen to grab a few more beers, which certainly were aiding in his aforementioned chillness, when you called out to him,

“You know, I really had this image in my mind- maybe you’d take me out for food or some drinks tonight? Maybe a little courtship here?”

Plopping down next to you, Dunn passed you a bag of chips he got for you from the kitchen before handing you one of the two bottles from the side table with a faux bow, “Milady?”

Smirking, you took it from him, because you could never be mad at him for too long

But as the afternoon wore on, with the rest of the guys out filming something, your boyfriend eventually passed out drunk on the couch

“Yeah, this is how I wanna spend my Saturday…” Grumbling to yourself, you snatched the remote and absentmindedly flicked through channels for a while before you got bored

So, wriggling in next to your boyfriend’s warm, unconscious body, you laid your head against Ryan’s chest and listened to his heartbeat as you drifted off to sleep.

God, if there was a better way to wake up than to him gently playing with your hair and looking down at you with that sweet, lovesick look in his eyes, you didn’t wanna know

Mind you, he was still drunk given the fact he was only out for a couple hours,

And whenever you were within arm’s reach, Dunn got sappy drunk,

“You’re still here?”

Of course you were still there, but once he got like this, it was to your benefit to let him get it out of his system.

Tilting your chin up, Ryan planted a sweet kiss to your forehead, murmuring, “God- I am so lucky to have a girlfriend like you…”

Chris

When you broke it to Pontius that you had no clue how to surf, he dedicated a chunk of your beach date to teaching you, “It’s pretty simple- you’ll pick up on it in no time!”

Well, that’s not all he told you- he also said you looked hot in your bikini, but that’s not as important

“It’s easier if you practice this kinda stuff on land…” Your boyfriend dragged his board to lay down on the sand, waving you over, “Hop on!”

And, very close behind you, Chris stood guiding you on how to shift you weight and when to stand up with his hands on whatever part of your body made it easiest to explain to you

You’re not going to lie- you did pull the, “Is this how you do it?” card a few times more than was needed just for an excuse to feel his wide palms on your body for a little while longer.

But time came for you to actually do the thing he was teaching you, you totally wiped out!

(To nobody’s surprise)

Still, Pontius was the painfully kind guy you fell in love with, swimming out to wherever you fell and scooping you up Baywatch style before encouraging you to give it another shot

“You know,” glancing at him up and down- looking all suave and perfect with way the salt water glistened on his tan skin and curled his hair, “I think I’d rather watch you…”

What kind of guy would say no when their girl asks to watch them while they do something they’re awesome at?

With your ass in the sand, you spent hours oggling Chris from afar and cheering him on

Until the sun began sinking beyond the horizon and you decided to hit up the bar for drinks and something to eat.

Later that evening, once most of the tourists have cleared off of the beaches of LA, the two of you snuck back

“This place is beautiful at night- you gotta check it out Y/N!”

Visiting the beach to see it turned into building a bonfire, and there’s something so rugged and masculine about watching your boyfriend lug 50lb pieces of driftwood without breaking a sweat.

And with that visual in your mind, there’s only a few places the evening can go…

First with the arm around your shoulder holding you close, because it gets cold there at night, then a little kissing because hell, kissing always feels nice,

Which then proceeded to straight up beach sex. The fantasy kind of beach sex, where sand doesn’t get anywhere and there no seagulls or wayward cops patrolling the shore.

That night, still naked, you fell asleep in eachother’s arms by the smoldering remains of your fire, enjoying the warmth you shared.

Bam

“So I was thinking maybe we could ride four wheelers, chill out and play some pool, go for a drive in the Lambo, hit up the bar tonight- anything else you wanna do?”

The house was empty for one day, and your boyfriend just wanted to do the same shit he does with his dumb little buddies every other time they’re over?

Most of the time, your dates were more about him having fun than treating you to some sweet, romantic shit, but you had to admit that a part of you kind of contributed to the chaos

Once you got bored with jumping cars and doing tricks on the ATVs and headed inside, guess who came knocking on the door?

Dico, who your boyfriend totally forgot he made plans to work on the film edit with

But Bam had no qualms about shutting the door in his face,

“Yeah, yeah- I’m workin’ on it!”

Listening for him to walk away, your boyfriend turned to you with a smirk, “So, how’s that ride sound?”

The thing about living in the backwoods of Pennsylvania is that you can drive pretty much as fast and as recklessly as you want, and there’s no cops around to give you a ticket

Bam knew this and used it to his every advantage. He paid for the whole speedometer, why the hell shouldn’t he use it?

Especially when he had his girl in the car, who looked so cute when he made her nervous…

You ended up at Rex’s, and you were practically hyperventilating by the time you stumbled out of the Lambo,

“I could really use a beer right now…”

And as soon as you walked through door, there goes Mr. Friendly, paling arround with everyone in the bar and leaving you to drink alone. What a man…

But if there was something you loved about Bam, it was that he shows up when it counts,

Like when he caught that creep hitting on you out of the corner of his eye.

Never have you seen your boyfriend whip around so fast, planting his fist in the asshole’s jaw hard enough to throw him against the bar top

Wrapping a possessive arm around your waist and tugging you close, he spat at the guy, “Yeah- flirt with my girl again, fucker…”

You got back to the castle late, everything serene and dark as you laid snuggled up in Bam’s tousled sheets,

Which very quickly evolved into lazily making out, all slow and soft and romantic

(Because your boyfriend didn’t jump to screwing at every chance you got- credit to his immaturity)

And that’s how you fell asleep, with him nuzzling his face into your hair and nodding off

[kinardsevan]

I figured it out. Why hearing that Tommy is a plot device/temporary is so infuriating. It’s the equivalent of being told “it’s just a phase”. As in, Buck just needs a phase to “figure out” being bisexual so then he can guide Eddie through it??? That logic is fucked on so many levels.

Evan Buckley is a grown ass man. He may be figuring out what he likes coming from another man vs a female in a committed relationship, but it’s not like he’s NEVER kissed or had sex with someone before.

Also, I’ve put off saying this, but I think (one of) the things that bothers me most about the possibility of Buddie on any level is that you have to trust in the whole “I fall for my best friend and they fall back at the same time” trope. That shit is not only rare, it’s painful. And given that 911 tends to go for realism (on some level) versus the fantasy when it comes to building relationships, you can’t tell me that Buddie would get it easy. But there’s an entire class of people who think this is the hard part, and one day Eddie is just gonna wake up and realize now that Buck is canonically bisexual. But like… that’s not very realistic? Also, the point Ryan keeps making about Eddie being heterosexual. And also, I genuinely believe that given the original plans for Tommy’s arc, that when Ryan said no, that was their chance.

Hear me out:

Buck would’ve been far easier to flip on a whim of “I’m into my best friend” after Eddie having a moment with Tommy. The ground work is already there, with previous situations (TK, etc). Eddie on the other hand, has so many other issues to contend with (Shannon, Christopher, his faith) that without someone basically shoving him in that direction, it really doesn’t fit.

To which brings my point: I feel like there was probably a conversation (at the very least, if not more than one) had at some point before the season started, and knowing the ideas Tim had on the table, there was an engagement of “this is the direction we want to move in, how do you feel about it?” Because truth be told, you can’t force someone six years into their contract to suddenly make changes they’re not cool with. and again, I feel like when that possibility was broached, and Ryan said no but Oliver said yes, this was the result.

Ryan does not want to play a queer character. Oliver doesn’t have a problem with doing so, nor does Lou. (And all of that is OKAY). But to that end, Ryan literally cannot be forced to do so if he does not want to. (I imagine there are probably bylaws via SAG/AFTRA that ensure this under some level of sexual harrassment, etc). And again, it’s one thing for an actor to read fanfiction about their character, even send it to their scene partner and be like “hey look at this”. But that doesn’t equate to them being like “okay yeah, the fans want it so we should do it”. Case in point? Go look at the entire Marvey fandom in Suits. I personally have a retweeted twt from Aaron Korsh like 6/7/8 years ago which I commented on the two of them kissing. Guess what? It never happened. And AK and Co were well aware of the side of the fandom that wanted those two together.

I don’t know what happens with Lou and Tommy from here on out obvs. They’re certainly teeing up some options, though we don’t have any clear answers due to just entering hiatus last week. But even if he’s gone in s8, that will never ensure that Buddie happens, and I’m not even trying to be mean about that. It’s just fact.

[lemotmo]

Hello hello!

I was just curious if you knew if something happened this morning that I missed?

Everything was fine when I went to bed last night and then I woke up today and it seems like there’s so many people on tumblr and Twitter suddenly panicking that Tim is changing his mind and going to develop bt and keep him around and that people love bt more then buddie?

Like what did I miss 😅

Hey Nonny! :)

Ah yes, you got thrown into the frenzy! Well, first of all I want to reassure you nothing terrible happened. So don't worry.

The official 911 instagram account posted the BT kiss scene again in honour of Pride Month, which I was expecting since they made a beautiful Henren edit and they can't very well leave out the newly minted bisexual Buck. An in all honesty? He deserves this post. This is about Buck's journey and it's okay to wish him the happiest of Prides.

Anyway, that Instagram post got quite a bit of interaction from the BT fans, mind you... the interaction is actually minimal if you compare it to the interaction past Buddie posts have received.

I have also seen a lot of Buddie fans' reaction on this post and those reactions always get a lot of likes of like-minded Buddie fans. So our voice is still being heard on this BT post.

But of course some people have decided to panic over this. As is per usual in fandom spaces. People tend to panic quickly.

If we look at the facts though:

That scene they posted? It was unedited. So they left in aaaaall the many Eddie references. They could have easily removed those, but they kept them. They even kept the 'My attention?'. LOL!

The Henren edit they made last week was beautiful. They used different scenes and edited it together. The BT one is just that one scene with a very generic caption that has nothing to do with Tommy or BT.

Buddie has never shared so many scenes as in season 7. Compare that to BT who barely had any scenes together.

The many many many interviews about Buddie and bi Buck (With almost no mention of Tommy. The focus is always on Buck and Buck alone.). The interviews that Ryan has been giving out lately, with references to 'the Buck and Eddie thing', Eddie finding himself for the first time and him referring to his potential future partner in gender neutral terms.

Oliver never speaks about Tommy or BT. He only mentions them when he's talking about Tommy being a friend for him to guide him into his bisexuality. He never engages with the fandom either. Remember he once stopped engaging with the Buddie fandom because he didn't want to queerbait people and lead them on. Then he started spewing Buddie again right before season 7 and he hasn't stopped since. In fact, Ryan has joined him. Now he is doing the same thing when it comes to BT. He doesn't want to lead people on, because he knows that Tommy isn't sticking around.

I could go on with many more points, but I feel like I'm going off on a tangent and most of the things on this list are things I've talked about before in my previous posts about this subject.

In short: No matter how you look at it, all roads lead to Buddie. I know that people will always be sceptical. I mean, there is a part of me that will always have some doubt. I can't shut if off, because I have been burned before with ships in the past. But this time we are so close and everything is pointing in the same direction.

I feel like the stars are finally all aligned this time to give us queer Eddie and Buddie in season 8.

[beaker1636]

Let's Get Deep - Ryan ft. Justin

AN: Here is the requested Ryan threesome fic! I actually wrote one with Ricky first instead of Justin but something just didn't feel right at all so I changed it to Justin and I lowkey love this. The card game they are playing in the beginning is Let's Get Deep After Dark, which is a real game. My husband and I have actually played it ourselves. Anyway, enjoy the pure smut that is ahead.... over 4000 words of it, my longest fic I have written to date!

Thank you for the request, I absolutely loved writing this one!

“Why are we even playing this dumb card game again?” Ryan asks you, playfully teasing you as you sit next to him on the bed.  Both of you are getting tired of the dumb questions that this game has.

“I don’t know, to get to know each other more? Apparently we know each other too much or some shit.  Try one of the deepest cards, maybe it will be better,” you answer, playfully shoving his shoulder.

“Or we skip it and do something else.  I can think of other ways we could get deep with each other,” he looks over at you with a smirk.  

“We already did that today, humor me please,” you roll your eyes at him. “I spent 20$ on this stupid fucking game and would like to get some use out of it. I’ll even read the next question.  Have you ever been romantically involved with a friend's sibling?”

“No, but I was with one of my sister's friends if that counts. What about you?” he asks, curious.  He is going to assume no, because you have always been a bit shy since he has known you but you could prove him wrong.

“Yes actually, my first girlfriend was my friend's sister… anyway, ask yours I don’t want to go into details,” you answer, glancing away from him.

He reaches out to take a card, and by the grin growing on his face you are terrified of answering this one already and you don’t know what it is. “Okay, this one is definitely more interesting than what we were pulling earlier.  What is something in the bedroom you have always wanted to try but haven’t?”

You freeze, turning bright red on the spot as you glance away from him. “Nope, you were right, this game is stupid, let's do something else.”

“Oh no baby, you insisted we keep playing so play.  What is your answer?” He grabs your arm, trying to get you to turn back towards him. “I won’t judge, I’m open to pretty much anything, you know this by now.”

“Yeah but it's weird, and I’m happy with what we already do and-”

He cuts your words off with a soft kiss, stopping you from overthinking like you tend to do.  He pulls away only once he feels your body relax a little bit against him.

“Fine, I- I’ve always thought a threesome would be interesting, just once,” you admit softly, glancing away from him in fear of his reaction.

“That’s it? That is what you were scared to tell me? I expected it to be something really fucking strange with as nervous as you were,” he tries not to laugh at how flustered you got over a relatively minor thing. “So with another guy or a girl?”

“I mean when I have thought about it it has always been with another guy,” you say softly, moving the cards so that you can move closer to Ryan.  Your instinct like always when you are able to when embarrassed or upset being to hide your face in his neck.  His arms slip around you when you do, knowing that you are uncomfortable but also curious how much he can get out of you before you shut down.

“So you want to be trapped between me and another guy is what you are saying? Does this have to do with the being dominated thing that you like or?” he asks, lightly tickling your sides to try and get you to loosen up some.

“No, I am done answering your questions.  This game is done,” you groan, not giving in to him at this time.

“Okay, would it help if I told you one of mine?” he asks you softly, trying to get you to unwind a little bit, show you that you have nothing to be embarrassed over.

You nod your head from where you are at, still not moving much as you continue to take comfort from being close to him.

“I have always thought that having someone catching me doing stuff with a girl, and staying around to watch would be hot. Maybe I’ll just have to arrange for both of us to get a chance to try what we want sometime,” he says, hoping that him admitting this will open you back up to the conversation at hand.

“Nobody has ever caught you with a girl before? Not once in all your years of touring?” you ask him, now curious. You’d expect this to have happened at least once by now.  

“Oh I’ve been barged in on, but they have never stayed to watch the show… or have joined in with what was going on,” he says, rubbing circles on your back now.

“Oh, how would you even arrange it anyways, who would agree to this?” you ask him, curious if he had someone in mind.

“I know someone who is into you and has been for awhile, I could easily convince him to join us.  Don’t ask who though, I’ll tell you if or when this happens,” he says with a chuckle, moving to kiss your forehead.

“Now come on, one last round before bed please? I leave early in the morning and won’t see you for almost a month,” he said, moving to kiss you, but leaving a slight gap between the two of you.

You answer by closing the gap and moving to straddle his lap.  The conversation may have gotten you about as worked up as it did to him. 

Yeah, the way you are grinding on him already tells him the conversation definitely did get to you.  He’s going to have to have a chat with Justin when he sees him tomorrow.

A Month Later

Ryan stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you as you both stand in the greenroom, waiting for the bus to come around to give everyone a ride back to the hotel for the night.  He is really glad that you are joining them for a couple days, having missed you while you have been a part.

“I found someone who is willing to play along with what we talked about, if you are game of course,” Ryan whispers in your ear, quiet enough that nobody would hear him.

He chuckles when he feels your body tense slightly at his words, how you flushed slightly as well.  You hadn’t expected him to bring up what you confessed to him that night a while ago, he hasn’t mentioned it once since then.  

“Really? How is this all going to work?’ You say softly back, eyes scanning the room to make sure that nobody notices your conversation.

“Well after we all get back and shower he will join us in the room.  We will have a little wine to calm mostly your nerves and then we will start with him watching for a little bit before he joins in… assuming you are still okay with all of this.  And no, I am not telling you who is joining us yet, I want it to be a surprise for you” he says softly, lightly nipping at your ear lobe after speaking.  

“And if I decide after we start that I change my mind, that I don’t want this?” you ask, turning  yourself to face him with a shy look on your face.

“Any of us can stop what is happening at any point, no hard feelings,” he says, pulling you into a soft kiss.

“Okay,” you agree softly, jumping when you hear someone yell that it’s time to load the bus and head to the hotel.

Time skip to when shit is starting

You step out of the bathroom, having changed into a set of lingerie that you brought for Ryan, so that when they remove you from your leggings and shirt that you will look halfway decent.  You may not know who he added to the equation but you still don’t want to look like a slob.

It is then that you notice that Justin is sitting in a chair next to Ryan waiting for you, instantly you can feel your desire for what is to come building.  Truthfully you have always found Justin very attractive, and if you had to choose someone from the band to do this with you are glad that it would be with him.

“Why don’t you take a seat with us, have some wine to help relax a little bit before we start this,” Justin suggests, noticing that you seemed to stiffen when you found the two of them sitting there. 

You nod, sitting down and accepting the glass that Ryan had handed to you, taking a few sips as you sit on the bed.  Watching the two of them talk like what is about to happen isn’t happening, like nothing is any different than usual between them.  You are starting to get nervous, not really talking to them but rather observing, something that Ryan noticed.

“Baby, this isn’t going to work if you are trapped inside your own head, relax.  We aren’t going to start anything until we know that you are alright,” he says, turning towards you as he rests a hand on your thigh, lightly rubbing circles with his thumb trying to get you to relax.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” you say softly, feeling like you have ruined the mood by overthinking shit again.  You genuinely do want this, even more so now that you know that it is Justin who is joining the two of you.  

“Why don’t you start with her, she will relax more if you are starting things and you have already told me what the limits and rules are.  I’ll watch and jump in once she is more into it,” 

Justin suggests, glancing over at the two of you. “I think that’ll be the easiest way.”

Ryan looks at you, as if asking permission if he is allowed to start doing this.  When you give him a slight nod his lips are on yours.  Slowly at first, coaxing you into it as he pulls you onto his lap, straddling him.  His tongue soon meets yours when he feels you relax more, your hands now wandering down his chest.  You let him slip your shirt off before he removes his own, you hadn’t noticed that he was only in his boxers until your fingers meet the top of the material when they settle on his waist. 

Now that you seem relaxed and more into the mood Justin moves to stand behind you, one of his hands moving to toy with the thin strap of your bra.  Watching how you move yourself against Ryan the more and more needy you get. 

“Am I allowed to touch you y/n? I need to hear you tell me yes before I will,” Justin says softly in your ear.  Now pressed closely against your back, sandwiching you between Ryan and himself.

You pull your lips away from Ryan’s to gasp out a yes, suddenly aware of just how close you are to both of them.  A hand moves your hair to one side, you aren’t sure whose, before Ryan settles his lips against your neck, nipping and sucking at the spot that he knows you love.  

You don’t think about what is happening anymore, feeling Justin's hands move to cup both of your breasts, squeezing and caressing them through your bra before pulling the cup down under one of them.  His fingers move to tease your nipple, making it harden from his touch, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. 

Ryan’s hands reach around your back, unhooking your bra to get it out of Justin’s way.  He thought that he would hate watching you enjoy his friend's touch but it is really turning him on, especially with it making you grind yourself harder against his growing length.  Your bra is flung somewhere, you aren’t sure where.

“You should stand up y/n, we can slip your leggings off.  Show Justin how good your ass looks when there is nothing in the way,” Ryan whispers, his hot breath hitting your neck right where there is now an angry mark forming.

You don’t answer, rather you stand up, letting the two men step on either side of you. Ryan is still in front of you while Justin stands behind you, Ryan now sliding your leggings down your hips, wanting you out of the material.  

When they’re off his lips find yours, kissing you again while Justin removes everything but his boxers and then steps up close behind you.  His chest pressing into your back while his hands slide along the curve of your ass.

“Shit, you were right.  Her ass does look really nice like this,” Justin says, moving his hand so that he can step closer to you, letting you feel the bulge that he is now sporting against your ass.

You shudder when you feel his fingers slip around to your front, sliding around between you and Ryan as he starts to circle your clit through your panties. You can’t help yourself when you start to squirm your hips a little bit at his touch, his lips now settling on your neck, opposite the side that Ryan already marked so that he can start to form his own.  Ryan already gave him the go ahead and you don’t seem to be saying no.

Ryan’s hands move to your chest, starting to toy with your nipples while Justin continues to tease your clit lightly, both of them turning you into a mess between the two of them.  Both of them more turned on than what they expected to be, both of them enjoying that they are making you enjoy yourself.

Justin's fingers trail a little lower, one of them now barely dipping into your entrance before pulling back. “Shit Ry, she’s already so fucking wet,” he groans against your neck.

“She definitely seems to be enjoying herself,” he breathes against your lips, pulling away hoping that you will say something.  You have been much too quiet tonight so far and both men are ready for that to change. 

“I-yeah, I am enjoying this,” you sigh out.  Justin slowly continues to play with you, now slipping your panties to the side so that he can directly rub your clit, teasing you more and more.  Knowing that you are growing wetter and wetter from his touch. 

“Why don’t you turn around and show Justin how much you appreciate what he is doing to you, you’re allowed to kiss him baby,” Ryan murmurs, moving slightly away from you so that you can turn around and give some attention to the taller man behind you.

You turn around, pulling on Justins hair slightly as you pull his lips to yours, pressing yourself against him, his hands moving to settle on your waist as his tongue finds yours.  Both of you moaning into the kiss. 

“Keep going baby, show him how good you are with your mouth hmm,” Ryan eggs you on, helping you settle on your knees in front of Justin.

He moves to sit on the edge of the bed after slipping his boxers off, watching you closely while you continue to kneel in front of him.  You feel pleased when you realize that his cock is already hard for you.

Your hand curls around his base as you take him slightly in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as you tease him.  Licking and sucking his head as you continue to tease him, wanting him to enjoy this as much as he has already made you enjoy the night.  You glance up at him, happy when you see the pleased look on his face as he watches you, his eyes half lidded.

“You can do better than that, come on, show him just how great you are at this,” Ryan says from behind you.  One of his hands settling on the back of your head as he pushes you down, making you take Justin completely.  

Justin letting out a groan and throwing his head back when he feels himself hit the back of your throat, Ryan holding you there while your eyes water before he finally lets you go.  You pull back for a second to catch your breath before you start working more on Justin, him starting to lose control slightly.  His hips jerking and thrusting into your mouth, something that you always love.

You notice out of the corner of your eye that Ryan is stroking himself while he watches Justin thrust into your mouth, seeking the release that is coming close.  After a few more thrusts he grabs your hair, pulling you off of him as he watches you wipe the little trail of saliva from the corner of your mouth as you watch, waiting to see what is next.

Ryan settles himself in place next to Justin and you take the hint, moving so that you can take Ryan into your mouth as well.  Your hand wrapping around Justin while you lower yourself against Ryan, wasting no time as you take him all the way to the hilt.  

Justin would be lying if he said that watching you right now wasn’t the best porn he has ever had the chance to see.  You taking Ryan so well as you deep throat him, letting him raise his hips to straight up fucking into your mouth and you taking it so well.  Shit, he could cum just from watching you like this.

He watches you closely as you work Ryan, getting him all wet for you as you go.  

Ryan sets a hand on your shoulder, slightly pushing you away from him so that you stop before glancing between you and Justin.  

“Why don’t you lay down on the bed baby, lean your head off the edge.  Think you can continue to blow Justin while I get you off?” he asks, knowing that you love having your throat fucked, even more so  when you are close.  Not that you two have ever done something like this before, you letting him fuck your mouth while he uses a dildo on you, not at all.

You just nod slightly, moving to get yourself into position while Ryan settles himself beside you, Justin standing by your head as you make yourself comfortable, your panties being lost somewhere in the process.

Ryan slides a finger inside of you, a second quickly joining you so wet that you can take him with no problem.  You clearly enjoy having both of them more than you have let on as they go. You lean back, grabbing Justin’s thigh to bring him closer to you.  

He takes the hint and positions himself so that you can take him before he slides himself into your mouth, slowly moving his hips as he begins.  Groaning when he feels you moan around him when Ryan brushes his thumb against your clit.  He continues slowly, letting you get warmed back up as Ryan continues to finger you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.  Something about this feels so wrong, but so fucking good for you, you abruptly finishing around Ryan’s fingers.  Justin stilling for a moment to let you come back down from your high before continuing to thrust himself into your mouth.

“Think you can handle me fucking you while Justin continues to fuck your throat baby?” Ryan asks, not waiting for an answer because he knows that you are ready for him.

He doesn’t give you any warning before sliding himself deep inside of you, groaning as he feels your heat envelope him tightly.  You moan around Justin as Ryan begins to fuck you, his hips meeting yours harshly. 

“Fuck, you are so hot like this.  Watching you take Ryan so well.  Can I finish in your mouth?” Justin asks you, pulling out of your mouth long enough for you to answer a meek yes before he goes back to what he was doing.

Both him and Ryan thrusting into you harder, chasing their own high now, finding a rhythm so that they’re pounding into you at the same pace.  Justin’s leans down so that his fingers can find your clit, wanting to bring you over the edge one last time as they both fuck you, not seeming to care that he is doing so while his friends cock is pounding into your pussy at the same time.

You feel so good, so close as they continue their rough pace.  You bounce between the two of them, neither of them holding back anymore as they take what they need.

Justin is the first to finish, cumming in your mouth as his hips slowly still before he pulls out of your mouth.  The taste and feel of him against your tongue is what finally sends you over the edge as he continues to circle your clit while Ryan is still pounding away inside of you.  The strongest orgasm of your life, throwing your head back as you let out what can only be described as the most sinful sound that either man has heard in their life as it hits you.  

Your body clenches around Ryan, hugging him tightly as you milk his cock, finally sending him over the edge as he finishes inside of you with a groan.  

When you open your eyes both men move so they can help you sit up, your blood rushing to your head as you slowly adjust to sitting back up.  Ryan watches you closely to make sure that you are alright, while also feeling proud of just how much of a mess that he and Justin made you.  

“I’m going to go get something to clean you up,” Justin says softly before stepping away towards the bathroom of your hotel.

Ryan moves to sit next to you on the bed after slipping his boxers back on, letting you lay your head on his lap while Justin returns and helps clean up the mess that is between your thighs.

You smile at both of them, moving to sit up slightly to pull your hair back into the hair tie that was around your wrist before settling back in place.  

“I should probably go back to my room before Chris questions why I have been gone for so long… thank you for letting me join you guys,” Justin says with a smile.

“I think I should be thanking you Justin,” you say shyly, not sure what you should say as you watch him head towards the door.

“I enjoyed that a lot more than I thought I would, maybe we will have to do this again sometime man,” Ryan says with a smirk, glancing towards the taller man as he heads out the door before turning to look at you.

“Are you alright? Do you need anything or do you just want to turn the lights off and go to bed.  You look pretty fucked out right now,” Ryan says gently, playing with your hair as he looks down at you.

“Yeah, can we just go to bed Ry? I am worn out,” you ask softly, moving so that he can lay down in the bed with you. You curl up into his side, your head on his chest once he turns the lamp off for the night.

He glances down at you about 5 minutes later after scrolling on his phone for a moment, chuckling when he realizes that you have already fallen asleep before moving to take a quick picture, which he sends to Justin.  The caption reading: I think we may have broken my girlfriend tonight.

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So I’ve started a new Yellowstone fic on AO3 (Isn’t out yet, still have much work to do) and it’s full of angst revolving around John Dutton and the others! Here’s a little sneak peek!

(Title: Medicate Meditate)

John Dutton, the patriarch of the Yellowstone-Dutton Ranch. John had cared for this land in Montana since he took over. Never giving it to anyone. Not to the beck brothers, not to anyone. John would die before he gave it up. And that just might happen when someone new comes along, someone John will never stand a chance to. His own anxiety.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon for the Dutton family, Beth relaxing for once in her life. Kayce spending time with Monica and Tate.

Rip was out tending to the cattle, with the help of Lloyd, Teeter, Ryan, and Colby. While John was in his office at the house. He was typing on his laptop before he got a strange email from someone. With a hesitant swipe of his finger tip, John opened his email and looked at it, the email was from someone who wanted the ranch. It almost shook John to his core. Yes, people before have wanted the ranch like the Beck brothers, but this... This frightened the patriarch. John knew he had to be quiet with his movements, a random lady he had sex with last night was still sleeping in his bedroom. He let his gaze linger on the white sheet covering the women's frame, stopping at her shoulders, covering her breast.

The man leaned back in his seat, the chair quietly creaking as he stared at the women in his bed before he let out a relieved sigh, she wasn't awake. Honestly, he wished she would leave. He had shifted his hands, rolling his wrist, silently cracking his knuckles before he turned his attention back to the email on his laptop.

He tried to calm himself down. He could just ignore the email, it was just someone who wanted to scare him. Not only that, but they could be a liar. Maybe it was the beck brothers, who knows? John ran a hand through his greying hair, messing it up.

He could hear the soft sounds of nature outside his office window. Birds were chirping, the wind was blowing hard enough to cause the leaves to rustle.

John's eyes moved from the window to the email on the laptop screen. It was never told, or said, but the patriarch had an anxiety disorder, one he threw aside like it was rotten meat. Because that's what it was to John, rotten meat.

He had ran a hand over the wood of his desk, a nervous tic he developed through the months, hell, maybe years. His anxiety attacks weren't like others, his were of anger. Lashing out at the most oddest times. He never took the medicine he was prescribed. He hated the feeling so he threw it away into the depths of his drawer.

John's mind was now racing, his thoughts were moving like a stampede of horses. He didn't like this feeling. It was almost like the stampede was right at his heels, ready to trample on him.

His shoulders had been tense in the leather chair he sat in before he let out a shaky sigh. A sigh laced with anger, his blood boiled in his veins with such rage, he could feel the anger bubbling in his chest like a dormant bear. His dark blue eyes stared at the email. Who would dare... Who would even dare to want his land? Actually, what kind of question was that? He knew everyone wanted his land, even the tourist who came up to Montana!

Suddenly, two slender arms had wrapped around John's neck, as the women leaned her head down and pressed a few, short-lived kisses to John's neck, the sheet wrapped around her shoulders.

"Everything okay? Why don't you come back to bed," The women hummed lazily against his ear, trailing her kisses up to his lobe. Her nails scratching softly at his chest.

John was caught off guard as the woman had wrapped her arms around his neck, her soft kisses against the sensitive skin of his neck. He had almost wanted to relax against her body in the seat, to have her keep kissing his neck. But he remembered that he had more important things to deal with.

John let out a groan as the woman's nails scratched at his chest, and when she spoke, his body almost wanted to listen, and go back to the bed. But he didn't, couldn't.

"I'm busy." He replied, his voice tense and gruff.

"Shouldn't you be leaving by now anyway?" The patriarch groaned, letting his head tilt to the side to the look at the young women.

"Well I could... But I could also stay if you want me to," The women replied with a small grin that crossed her lips, letting her hand glide toward one of the buttons of John's shirt.

John's jaw clenches at the women's reply, his eyes narrowing slightly as she began to toy with the buttons on his shirt. He wanted to tell her to leave, to get off, but his body... His body had different ideas, it wanted her to stay, wanted the young women to keep touching him.

But he fought against those thoughts and the temptation she was causing him. John grabbed her hand that was playing with the buttons of his shirt, holding it in his larger hand, he kept his gaze focused on her face.

"No. You're going to leave. Now."

John's voice was firm and authoritative, leaving no room for argument. He continued to hold her hand in a gentle but firm grip. He could hear her soft gasp of pleasure leaving her lips, and it caused a pang of irritation to shoot through him. He didn't want to hear her gasp again, her whimpers, he didn't want her to stay.

"I'm serious. Get off of me. Pack your clothes and leave." He said again, his gaze unwavering as he looked at the women, his body starting to go tense again.

The women parted her lips to speak before slowly closing them, pulling away from John as she dropped the sheets down onto the floor, leaving her naked a she stepped into the bedroom, grabbing her clothing and tugging them on, first starting with her bra, then her shirt and finally her skirt, slipping into her heels.

John's eyes, almost against his will, glanced over at the women as she got up. He watched as she dropped the sheets, leaving her naked in front of him as she started to get dressed. Her body, for a moment, was like a forbidden fruit for the older man.

The patriarch turned in his chair, watching as the women tugged on her bra and shirt, before her skirt and finally her heels. He took a slow breath, trying to control himself but his eyes kept looking over her body.

"Hurry up would you." He managed to speak.

"I'd go faster if my legs didn't hurt from you pounding me into the bed last night," The women shot back with a scoff. Bending down to grab her purse from the floor. She was purposefully wiggling her ass toward John, as she took her time bending back up and grabbing her purse by its chain.

John let out a low growl as the women had shot back a reply at him, her words causing a pang of irritation to grow even more inside of him. But it was her actions, wiggling her ass towards John, that really set him off, and it caused a wave of hot anger to flow through the patriarch.

He watched as she bent down, grabbing her purse from the floor with a chain. But before she could stand back up, he had enough. John had gotten up from his chair and moved towards her, his eyes dark and intense as his gaze narrowed.

"Cut it out and leave."

A grin had formed on the women's lips before she leant back up and walked out of the bedroom, her heels clicking down the hallway as she walked out of the house and toward her car.

John's eyes followed the women as she walked out of the house and down to her car, her heels clicking loudly with every step she made. He ran a hand over his face, scrubbing his beard, letting out a frustrated sigh.

He had to admit, having her here had been distracting him from his problems. But now that she had left, he could feel the anxiety start gnawing at him, and the email on his laptop didn't help either.

The patriarch had walked back into his office and sat back down in his chair with a huff.

John's mind was racing again, his thoughts were jumping from one thing to the next, his heart beginning to thump inside of his chest. It was slowly starting to become hard for him to breathe comfortably, like the air around him was slowly getting hotter and hotter.

The ranch owner had leaned back in his chair, his body tense and still filled with rage. His eyes had glanced over at the email again and the anger that was inside of him boiled even hotter.

"God damn it...". He muttered under his breath. His face felt blue when it wasn't, his lips tingling and hands scrambling for purchase of something, anything, to hold onto. His eyes blown wide and chest racketing with uneven breathing. His foot tapping rapidly against the ground below him. His feeling like they were ringing. Everything felt as though it was on fire. John's hands were fidgeting with a pen on his desk, the small object clattering against the wood of the desk as he tried to ground himself.

The tapping of his foot was getting louder and faster, matching the rhythm of his thumping heart. He could feel that his anxiety attack was getting worse and worse, his body trembling in anger and the feeling of being trapped.

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NAME?: Ryan

PRONOUNS?: They/Them

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RP PET PEEVES?: Folks who, when I don't follow them, keep unfollowing and following me again. I've had to block a few over this.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: I've been writing stories since I was twelve, but started role-playing when I was fifteen, and introduced to the Mortal Kombat rp community. (LOVE YOU GUYS!!!) I'm twenty-four now.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: It's all good, I love writing all of it. But also?? I LOVE TO MAKE EM FIGHT!!!! And sometimes make em kiss on the mouth after fighting. Playing with my touys...

PLOTS OR MEMES?: Both, but memes are great for helping you build stuff that can lead to later plotting. They're extremely helpful to get the brain juices flowing.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: Suppose it depends on tone for me. The more serious a thread, the longer it tends to be. I'm all about details and the emotions that go towards dialogue sometimes the reply ends up being longer than I planned.

TIME TO WRITE?: Any available time I have to write these days, I take it. The stories I make with people and the characters we focus on are important to me. They make me happy. I want to write as much and as often as I can. Whenever possible, on whatever format.

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[lavender-creame]

Ryan Magee NSFW Alphabet

| Minors DNI | 18+ only |

This contains: graphic content, body worship, marijuana, smoking, m*sturbation, size kink -Matt Watson Alphabet also posted-

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ryan is super big on making sure you’re clean and comfortable after sex, so after spending a moment cuddling and coming down from the high, you can count on him to be the first one up. He’ll start a shower for the two of you, or if you’re too tired or sore, he’ll draw a bath, carrying you to the bathroom. This is where he spends most of the time giving you aftercare. Ryan always makes some excuse to be the one to wash you off, carefully kneading the soap and warm water into your muscles, making sure to pamper you with soft kisses across your neck and shoulders as he does so. He takes extra time to massage your scalp when he puts the shampoo in your hair, whispering quiet praises into your ear.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ryan has always been a bit insecure about his size in the past, but the one thing he has always liked is his arms and shoulders. More specifically, Ryan likes the strength his arms and shoulders give him; he loves picking you up and holding you in different ways. More recently though, he has taken a liking to his thighs after realizing your infatuation with them. It only took watching you beg to ride his thigh once, falling apart on his lap, for his thighs to become a close second as his favorite body part.

As for Ryan’s favorite body part on you, he loves your hip bones. It’s rare for you to not have a few bruises trailing across your ‘v’ line, whether it be from Ryan placing kisses and hickeys on your skin, or from him gripping your hips when he rams into you. Either way, you’re sure to be covered in marks from him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Because Ryan likes keeping things safe and clean in general, he tends to prefer using a condom, but if he’s not wearing one, he likes cumming on your back or stomach. Something about seeing you out of breath, covered in his cum, never ceases to leave him in a lustful daze. If you’re sucking him off, he doesn’t expect you to, but always finds it hot to cum down your throat. When you take him deep as he finishes, refusing to waste even a drop, he can’t help but lose it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ryan so badly wants to shotgun kiss. It’s to the point where it’s border line a kink. The thought of shotgunning while making out is so hot to him that whenever you guys are smoking together, he can get hard just at the idea of it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Ryan doesn’t really like random hookups, but he has been a part of a couple long term relationships where he learned everything he knows. Because of this, he is a bit vanilla, but he definitely knows how to make you feel good. His type of experience is in more of a romantic context, so he’ll most likely start slow and sensual, carefully examining how you react to each movement he makes, where you like him kissing you the most, and how rough or soft, fast or slow you like it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Ryan is very intimate, so he really just likes any position where he can see your face. Although he doesn’t mind giving you some control, he mainly likes taking the lead, so if you’re going to ride him, expect him to be in a position where he can easily grab your hips and guide, or even control your movements. Overall though, Ryan is a simple guy; his favorite position is easily different variations of missionary. Whether you wrap your ankles around his hips, or he places your legs over his shoulders, he’s just happy to be able to see the way your face beautifully contorts to each slam of his hips.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ryan is a bit of a jokester, but that’s why you love him. It definitely depends on the mood, but for the most part, he doesn’t see any point in staying completely serious. He likes to keep the mood light so if anything sort of awkward happens, it’s no big deal, and because of how often the two of you have sex, awkward things are just bound to happen. Ryan will almost always end up cracking a joke or two, sometimes teasing you. He can’t help it when you do something too cute or when you’re extra eager for his cock, he just has to giggle at it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ryan keeps himself clean and trimmed, but he is never fully shaved and he’s never gotten waxed, nor does he intend to any time soon. As for the color, it’s a dark brown with a little bit of auburn in it, just like his beard.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ryan is VERY intimate no matter the circumstance. He can’t help but roam his hands and lips all over you, even during quickies. When you have the time, he often stalls as long as you’ll let him as he covers your body in marks and praises, stretching out foreplay until you’re begging him to ‘actually do something’. He has probably had his lips or tongue on every inch of you at one point or another. There’s nothing he likes more than you dragging your nails across his biceps and gripping his shoulders while he fucks you. Don’t even get him started on when you bury your head into his neck or lightly tug on his hair while you ride him. You do that, and he’s immediately losing it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Ryan used to masterbate a lot more before you guys dated, but even though he cut back, he can’t help but jerk off once or twice a week due to his high libido. He probably could get away with just asking you to help him out, of course, but he hates the thought of bugging you so often. Ryan mainly just jacks off to the thought of you these days, but he used to watch porn. (Fuck the porn industry, support sex workers, porn addiction is real or whatever)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ryan is fairly vanilla, but there’s a few things that he’s into. He can’t help but have a bit of a size kink; he loves using his large frame to push you against a wall or against the bed. He also has a bit of a smoking kink (shotgunning kink is a result of this), but otherwise, he likes to keep it classic, intimate, and simple.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ryan isn’t a very picky guy when it comes to where or when, but he does like keeping his bed clean, so if you guys use the bed, he would rather just keep the messy stuff to the shower or somewhere that is easier to clean up. Besides this, because of how often you guys have quickies, he doesn’t mind car sex as long as it’s somewhere you guys won’t get caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

By all means, Ryan is not hard to turn on- if you’re down to have sex, nine times out of ten, he’s down to have sex, but if you want to really impress him, going out and buying some new lingerie or wearing his favorite outfit is definitely the way to go. If you’re in public; however, whispering something suggestive in his ear makes him go crazy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ryan really hates the thought of hurting you, even if you insist you like being slapped, it’s unlikely he’ll ever give in to it. At most, he’ll lightly choke you, but nothing that actually constricts your breathing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ryan, by all means, loves receiving, but something about giving just turns him on so much more. Knowing that it’s him that’s making you let out all those pretty sounds, that it’s him making you feel this good just fills him with confidence as well as admiration for you. Seeing you fall apart in his hands or feeling your cunt throb against his tongue is something he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over. He’ll insist on you riding his thigh, face, and fingers as long as he gets to watch.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Ryan likes stretching out foreplay and taking the time to really appreciate every bit of you. No matter how often you guys have sex, he can’t help but worship you still. Even during quickies, he does his best to be slow and sensual with you, refusing to cum before you do. Ryan is a very gentle partner who puts you first as long as you’ll let him. Every once in a while; however, when you get him really riled up by saying suggestive things or teasing him in public, he definitely knows how to be rough, although he usually isn’t in fear of hurting you. His favorite positions during these times are bending you over whatever he can find, or ramming up into you while you ride him; sometimes he’ll even pin you against the wall, holding your hips from behind.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are basically a daily occurance with Ryan as his libido is so high that he can’t help it as long as you’re okay with it. Driving somewhere and you say that you’re horny? He’s already pulling over, picking you up, and placing you on his lap. The two of you are at an event and you keep teasing him? He’s already finding the nearest spare room and placing his middle and ring fingers into your mouth to keep you from making too much noise. He wakes up with morning wood? You already know the drill.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Ryan isn’t very experimental, but he doesn’t mind trying new positions. If you have something specific in mind, it might take some convincing, but if it matters a lot to you, he’s willing to give it a try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It takes a lot to tire Ryan out, chances are he’s outlasting you. Although Ryan has fairly good stamina, he’s at his best when you’re willing to have sex throughout the day rather than one long session, but even then, he doesn’t get tired very easily. This is partially due to a good orgasm usually making him feel energized rather than tired. After cumming once, he can usually get hard again within a few minutes especially if starts eating you out; he can’t help it when you sound so pretty.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Ryan is a very cautious man, so the idea of restraints, or gags, or anything that could potentially hurt you if things went wrong is a very scary thought, but ever since he walked in on you while you were using your vibrator, it became a weekly part of your sex lives. Ryan’s not really into anal so butt plugs aren’t something he’s really intrested in unless if you are super into it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ryan can’t help it but tease you sometimes, it’s in his nature. Something about seeing you blush at his remarks, or hearing you beg for him to go faster just makes him lose it. In the end you’ll always get what you want, but he’s not above making you ask before you can cum, and he’s definitely not above going super slow to annoy you. He doesn’t just like a sensual pace because he likes to worship your body, it’s also because he can be a bit sadistic at times when it comes to your pleasure.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ryan isn’t loud, but he is vocal. When he’s not praising you or his lips aren’t attached to you, he’s letting out low groans and cursing. Every once and a while you’ll be able to catch him off guard and even make him moan.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

Ryan’s favorite part about keeping his hair longer is the way you can easily hold onto it, lightly tugging at the roots. A hand in Ryan’s hair while you kiss or suck on his neck is the quickest way to make him fall apart.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Ryan’s cock is average length, but girthy. He’s a ‘shower’ not a ‘grower’ and his cock has a slight curve to it that he knows how to use to his, and your, advantage.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

To put it gently, poor Ryan’s sex drive is way above average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Ryan is more than used to going on with his day after sex and will almost never fall asleep afterwards. Even when he’s super tired, he likes showering after and so he’ll usually stay awake long enough for at least that.

[hvneybxns]

Jacob Griffin | 62 | Ranch Foreman ( Sam Eliott. ) Mary-Anne Griffin | 60 | Ranch Aid ( Andie McDowell. ) Wyatt Griffin | 38 | Ranch Hand. ( Stephen Amell. ) Layla Griffin | 35 | Bakery Owner ( Peyton List. ) Angel Griffin | 32 | Hockey Player ( Casey Deidrick. ) Brooks Griffin | 30 | Bull Rider ( Miles Teller ) Ryan Griffin | 27 | Police Officer ( David Cornsweet. ) Marcus Griffin | 25 | Ranch Hand ( Kieron Moore. ) Elyse Griffin | 25 | Nurse ( Daisy Edgar-Jones. )

Jacob & Mary-Anne Griffin were a tale as old as time. Growing up on the ranch Jacob had always known he was likely to end up with a local girl, someone that knew the ranch was going to be his life, she'd know how to muck in, what to expect and they'd be a perfect match. The only thing he hadn't considered when he had been making his way through the good town girls, was that the girl he'd marry would be the literal girl next door. His best-friends little sister.

She was off-limits, Jacob knew that but he also knew that Mary-Anne was a stubborn as a mule and she tended to get her own way. Even if that was the cute boy from the ranch next door. At 17 and 19 the two of them kissed for a first time behind the barn at Jacob's birthday party and they never stopped kissing again. Sneaking around made things all the more fun for them but eventually as always happens they were caught in the act.

Mary-Anne's brother and Jacob's rather alike didn't like the pairing, kicked off and said that it would cause too many rifts between the families that relied on each other if they dated but much to everyosn surprise Jacob politely informed everyone at the dinner table if he wasn't allowed to love Mary-Anne on the ranch, then he simply wouldn't be there anymore and he'd take his hat and his girl and he'd find work elsewhere. It took some time, but everyone decided that was the last thing they wanted and tentatively, things began to return to normal.

At 21 and 23 they married on the ranch and Mary-Anne officially moved across the fence line to live with the Griffin family and from then on Jacob joked that he would keep her pregnant enough that at least one kid would want to stick around and help on the ranch when he grew.

Turns out he wasn't lying and they popped out baby after baby, a boy, their precious first and then Mary-Anne's girl followed. She tried to argue stopping there but Jacob still joked the risk was too high they'd both want to leave and another three boys followed. With five babies, Jacob & Mary-Anne were happy to be done but fate had another surprise in store when the twins came along before Ryan was even two. With that Jacob went off to get the snip and their family was done.

They did pretty well on the ranch front, with four our of seven kids still living at home and two of them that want to keep the ranch running when Jacob is ready to turn it over. Angel was the first, with his surprise baby, to bring a grandbaby home and many jokes were had Angel should have known he'd be fertile given his dads track record. Now Wyatt and Layla won't stop complaining to Angel he went and made a baby as now there's more pesterd for grand-baby Griffins that are ranch ready.

[nerdychick13]

Love Island the Game Season 6: Double Trouble

Hi lovelies! I’m here to tell you about my experiences in the villa this season. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Finesse St. Pierre, a 27 year old fashion designer from Southampton. I use she/her pronouns and am a Black & Indigenous queen! My first and only serious relationship was with music sensation Zeph who left to go on tour and I was heartbroken! Personally, I think Zeph cheated on me with my twin sister Amelia. I don’t trust Amelia because sisters tend to steal men from each other and she has before. Initially, I coupled with Jamal until the viewers chose him to be Amelia’s partner. I really like Jamal. He gives off a fun, carefree, and passionate vibe. However, I do have my eye on Ozzy - oh my gosh what a dish! That jawline could cut diamonds! He and I had some steamy kisses in the challenge on Day 1 and he said he’s like to get to know me better, but we have to be considerate of Grace. She’s been a cool gal to have in the villa. Grace is bold, confident, and beautiful. I might ask her to model for me later this year. Her attitude is a much needed vibe in the fashion industry. As much as I like Ozzy, I don’t want to hurt Grace’s feelings. I happened to sneak a kiss with Bella. I don’t label my sexuality. I like who I like and people I like have been male, female, non-binary, androgynous, femme, masc, all over the spectrum. The common denominator was that they had a confidence that drew me in. Sorry if I digress at times, but we’re just getting started here. Back to the villa! Not only is Bella a fun girl to hang out with, but she’s got amazing fashion sense and her hair is so gorgeous! I’d couple up with her if I got the chance. Ryan and Lewie seem like nice guys, but I don’t see us being anything more than friends. Ivy is not my favorite person in the villa. She has been mean and antagonistic to me so far. But I believe people can change, and I know to keep an eye on her from now on. Roberto is a dish served red hot! When I got that text from him, I was floored! Our hot tub date was steamy and I’m not talking about the water. Roberto was so sexy and funny and I love his hair. Men with longer hair has always been a weakness of mine. I know Jamal wants me back, and Ozzy wants me too, but Roberto has thrown his cap into the ring as well. Decisions, decisions. Am I worried about Ivy’s little sneak attack to draw Roberto to her? No. She’s your garden variety mean girl. She wants what she can’t have. If she expects me to roll over and let her walk all over me, she has the wrong bitch.

Until next time…

[ghostiewriter]

summary: Slow days and no customers make it easy for Nancy and Ace to sneak around...in theory. Or, day six of ghostie's spooktober spectacular.

read here on ao3.

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“George is gonna kill us.” 

“Then you better keep quiet.” 

However, despite their words and warnings to each other, neither one of them had stopped. In their defence, it had been a slow day at work with a grand total of three customers arriving since they had opened over six hours ago. And George was technically out of town for the rest of the day so surely there was no way she would ever find out. 

Or, at least that’s what they were assuring themselves.

Between long-winded nights spent sneaking around the town and battling different supernatural messes they would be left to clean up, or having to deal with the overwhelming issues that adulthood had out for them, there was very little time Nancy and Ace would actually be able to spend together. 

Alone.

No meddling spirits and overbearing fathers.

Just the two of them. 

“Shit,” Nancy hissed as she felt the chill of the freezer seep through her uniform and press along her spine, but it was the last concern in her mind. Not when Ace’s hands were gripping the fabric of her blue dress, bunching it further up her thighs. 

His head was nuzzled into the crook of her neck, soft kisses and gentle bites pressed against the skin of her neck that she knew would be a pain in the ass to cover later when she walked through her front door and found either her dad or Ryan waiting for her with warm smiles and dinner on the table. 

“What happened to staying quiet,” his words were whispered against her neck, his warm breath fanning over those soft spots that made her toes curl and she honestly cursed the damn freezer for doing nothing to hide the growing blush on her cheeks. 

“It’s your fault,” she sighed out as her fingers knocked the cap off his head, letting it clatter to the floor before tangling themselves in the long locks of his hair. She had convinced him against getting his haircut the other week and she had never been more grateful for her own persuasion.

“You said be quick,” he grumbled as she tugged on his hair when his lips kissed the spot just below her ear. “Not gonna work out if you keep making noises like that, Nance.” 

Her lips twitched when she felt his hips roll against hers, his jeans doing little to hide just how worked up he was.

“I think you like it,” Nancy murmured as her hand snaked down between their bodies, cupping the tent in his jeans. Her palm pressed against his bulge, the friction causing a soft whine to leave his lips and it truly was one of the prettiest noises she had ever heard. 

“Fucking love it,” he said before lifting his head, pressing his lips against hers with some force that it tended to leave her feeling a little dazed. Ace was usually so calm in his everyday life, never really someone you would describe as being erratic or unsettled. 

But that was exactly how he was behind closed doors. 

His hands would never stop, needing to be touching and exploring every inch of her body like it was their first time together. His lips would always be on her, pressing kisses against her lips or her cheeks or her necks or in between her thighs. Calm and collected was the last thing he was, it was like a frenzy took over him and honestly there were times where it surprised her just how long he kept going. 

“Ace,” her voice was closer to a whimper, his hands squeezing the meat on her thighs as he pushed her dress to bunch up just below her bellybutton. “Please.” 

The sound of the zipper on his jeans and the shuffling of fabric echoed through the freezer, her hands gripping his shoulders as she contemplated whether they had enough time for her to pull his shirt over his head before thinking against it. 

Ace pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs, letting them pool around his knees before he gripped her legs, muttering a soft ‘jump’ against her lips before her legs wrapped around him and the weight of his body against hers was keeping her up. 

One arm under her ass to keep her propped up, his other hand made quick move to sneak between their bodies, stroking his cock a few times and hissing when his thumb swiped over the tip. 

Not bothering to waste anymore time, he just pushed the fabric of her panties to the side, the head of his cock swiping along her soaking cunt before he finally pushed himself in. 

The gargled noises she made as her nails dug into his skin was one of Ace’s favourite noises, the way her head fell back against the wall and her eyes clenched shut. The way she kept mouthing his name, her body clinging onto his in every way she could. The way she looked so different from the put-together Nancy Drew that everybody else knew. 

“Shit,” he groaned as he felt her walls clench around him, the pleasure almost making him weak in the knees. “Fuck, you always feel so good.” 

“Ace,” she sighed out, her chest moving up and down quickly as she grabbed his face in her hands. “Shut up and fuck me, please.” 

The smirk on his face was almost too cocky for Ace if it weren’t for the fact she knew he got like this, a little too smug when she got needy for him. But he loved it. He loved the way he knew her body, he loved the way he knew how to get her to make those pretty sounds and he loved that she loved it too. 

He loved feeling needed, feeling like nobody else could get her off the way he did. 

Any promises or attempts to keep quiet were quickly thrown out the window when he started moving, his hands on her ass practically moving her up and down his cock and Nancy truly couldn’t find it within herself to shut herself up. 

Not when he was hitting spots so deep inside her, making her thighs clench around his hips and her nails dig into him so hard that she was sure there would be marks on his back despite the fabric of his shirt creating a barrier. 

Her lips found his in a messy, passionate kiss as his thrusts became sloppier, both of them far too close to the edge to care about anything but each other. Their moans mixed together with whispered sweet nothings and a lot of fucking praise. 

His hand darting out to cover her mouth was the only thing muffling the noises she was making as she came, body tensing and shaking beneath his touch as he quickly followed. 

Their foreheads were pressed against each other, too lost in the soft touches and gentle kisses to even hear the sound of the bell above the door ringing or the approaching footsteps. Too fucked and blissed out to even hear the freezer door handle turning. 

“Around the fucking produce? Are you serious?!”

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[somewhereinthepines]

So after the angst one-shot for Chris and Ryan you just wrote *coughs* I ask for fluffy scenarios you could see happening or more smutty ones, or bit of both, i dont mind, either is good. My brain needs after care after that level of sadness, lol. I tend to linger on morning scenarios like I mentioned in a past ask. Like I can see Chris waking up first and just laying there cuddling, he can watch & scent him as much as he wants. I still think about that scene in ASB where Chris is tipsy and singing Ryan to sleep on his bed, it's just so soft, we love tender moments. I've developed into a keen believer of the head canon that Ryan is just clingy and kinda needy in the morning. It's one of those rare times in the day where he doesn't think too much about touching Chris, he just does it because he wants to.

And when it comes to sleep, since it's a problem for him, I was thinking maybe he'd find it easier sleeping close to him, head on chest, clingy octopus kinda stuff. Quick, stolen kisses when nobody is around. Chris watching Ryan not eating or drinking in his secret lair, and he looks directly at where he knows a camera is and he just starts taking proper bites/sips of water not breaking eye contact; out of bratty impulse or compliance idk. Hmm or wearing something of Chris's? That could potentially be a more smutty route. I like that Chris calls him the names that he does, like the good boy, big boy ones especially make me think of praise kink. Which 10/10 from me, haha. The hint of them becoming unhinged about each other is rather exciting, like yes, pop off murder husbands.

oh, sure-sure! angst/drama is a core of chris/ryan’s canonical narrative, so i just had to do smth about it. otherwise, i prefer to dab into ‘better’ scenarios for them, bc they deserved to have smth good. 

and yup, i agree. chris would totally enjoy their shared mornings. he’s not used to waking up to someone. and then, he has ryan in his bed, for him this is such a wild thing. smth that he would only allow himself to muse about, when alone and tipsy. but now it’s reality, and he can get away with a lot. esp if ryan would sleep like a wooden log, so that chris can be a gentle creep, haha. do soft, but still ‘invasive’ things. pat his hair, sniff his neck, and paw at him, but somewhat lazily. not getting sexual, but almost teasing himself to do such a thing. not that he would, bc ryan needs his sleep. but it’s nice to be able to touch him, and do things, that chris might be a bit too ashamed to do, when the other is awake. but this way…mm, ryan would stay curled in the hook of his arm. 

and i also agree, that ryan feels bolder in mornings, he’s half-asleep and things, that usually would freak him out a bit, feel alright here. at normal circustemses, he might doubt himself, worry that chris might find some of his impulses/gestures kind of silly, and ‘inexperienced’. but nah, he likes this about you. relax, kid. still him being more flirty and touchy does sound about right, when it comes to these moments, when he’s aware about his desires, more than about what kind of thing, mister h might assume/think if he’d do this or that. i feel like part of ryan’s ‘reverse’ nature also has smth to do with how chris is an older man, so inside ryan’s head, he will always picture, that he has some sort of invincible competition with people, who camp operator bedded before. he wants to impress chris with his skills lol. but in the morning, he can be whimsical and kind of selfish in what he’s curious about. tangle their legs together and keep him ‘trapped’ while he does whatever he wants. and since ryan is kinda as touch starved as chris is, i wonder how far they can take it, like how soon light fun will get wilder lol. and i’m pretty sure, that ryan sleeps in chris’s t-shirts, they’re wider and larger, than his. comfy. 

ah, that’s actually a thing, that might/would do. he will use all these camera placements against chris in one way or another. like the man violates his privacy, gotta at least have fun, while it happens, haha. and speaking of meals. chris would so spoon-fed him, if he’d resisted a proper food for longer, than two days. he would cook smth for ryan too. being a single father with two kids, chris must know how to cook. and ryan while maybe not hungry, would still give in into such intense fawning. i imagine, that the sentiment isn’t quite familiar to him. he had to babysit his sister, but prob never been given the same amount of attention as a child himself. his mom was always working, his grandparents were busy with their own things, so he just sat there playing or reading or smth. until it was meal time, and it was very uneventful. just eat what you’ve given. but chris would try to figure out what foods, he likes best. what sort of dish, he might really love and what is no-go. so much attention to just that. while chris himself eats whatever (i feel like after becoming a werewolf he has zero pleasure in eating anything at all) and drinks cheap beer, haha. 

praise kink is surely their thing. ryan wants to be a good boy for mister h. besides, it sounds so rewarding hearing it from him, bc in ryan’s understanding, chris is such a ‘cool’, great dude. and he would surely praise ryan’s efforts, when they doing smth sexual and ryan is unsure, or kinda scared to do smth wrong. but ‘ah, you’re doing good, champ’ and ‘what a good boy you are, doing this thing for me’. ryan be a blushing mess. he would wear these names like a bandage of honor. after all, he’s mister h’s lil buddy. his favorite. it’s funny to think about in a way, bc for ryan being ‘good’ is almost a habit. but being good for chris is a special thing on its own. it’s one of those rare instances, when being obedient, actually pays off. but when he feels bold and kinda wanna be manhandled a bit, ryan can be a bit of a brat and get ‘punishment’. in the end, mister h will always go easy on him. chris won’t ever hurt him or do smth that will be too much. but the healthy mixture between the two surely will satisfy their needs in all sorts of regards. and with time, i imagine that ryan gets scaringly good at knowing how to tease chris. provoke him just right.

it’s easy to imagine, why they would fall so deeply into it. and obsession is such a sneaky thing, esp if you’re one’s caretaker as chris for example. or if you’re a quiet, ‘weird’ kid, like ryan. there is tension and inches, that you will make into miles. and then, suddenly there is all of it. can’t quite get enough. 

[jamies-rambles]

The Butler's Secret

Binero/RyanColdson, Bineryan Divinity, Domito, Jeremy, angst, hurt no comfort, drama, substance abuse

2300 words

Author’s note: this one is a bit darker than my previous tales. Check the tags and read at your own risk. As always, if you are one of the people in the story, please do not feel offended. This is a work of fiction. Have fun :p

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(Ryan POV)

The sun rising over Coastle woke Ryan from his sleep, his master still snoozing beside him. I had been a few weeks since he started working for him. He was grateful for the job, of course, and he cared for him, but that didn't mean it was easy. He was weak and frail while his master was an all powerful deity, nearly immortal. He did his job to the best of his abilities, but something inside him said it might never be enough. Whether this was true or just needless worry he didn't know.

Ryan got up to get dressed and prepare breakfast for himself and his master. He had mostly moved in to the Bluebin apartment, although his still owned his house on the Eastern island as well. He knew he should tear it down or sell it, but something in him couldn't let go of the security of having a plan B. He didn't want to be homeless again. The sound of Binero getting up in the other room snapped him out of his thoughts, and he returned to his duties.

He had a business plan, of course, he wasn't naive enough to think his butlering alone would make him rich. He had been laying the foundations of his plan to sell drinks to the citizens of Coastle by handing out free samples. Once they were all addicted to his drugs, he could ask good money for them. It might not be entirely ethical, he thought to himself, but it was a solid plan. He had a rich man dream after all.

Binero had joined him, they said good morning to another and enjoyed the breakfast Ryan had prepared. They chatted a bit about nothing, if they had slept well and what they were planning to do today. Binero had some Bluebin business to attend to  and didn't need his butler for that, which would give Ryan some free time. He would spend it cleaning out his old home and move his things. "I'll be back later when you need me, master," he said before getting up to leave. "I'll see you later," replied Binero, and then added: "I love you." Ryan hastily put on his hat and closed the door behind him.

(Binero POV)

"He didn't say it back," Binero mumbled to himself. Maybe he hadn't heard him? No, he must have, he said it loud and clear. The first weeks of their partnership had been like a dream, he felt as though the illusion of perfection had been broken in an instant and doubt filled his heart. Now that he thought of it, Ryan had seemed more distant the past few days. Was there something going on he didn't know about? He couldn't stand the thought of Ryan keeping big secrets from him, but it was very possible. How well did they really know each other? Things had moved so fast, he hadn't really stopped to think, and now that he had started, he couldn't help but feel worried that he would end up being alone again. Just like he had been, before... Well, maybe he was just overthinking it. Maybe all would be fine. He had work to do anyway, he couldn't spend his day worrying about what was probably nothing.

(Ryan POV)

"Honey, I'm home!" Ryan was greeted by a hug and a gentle kiss. Domito didn’t actually live with him, but he visited a lot. He was pretty much a permanent visitor and tended to watch the house while Ryan was away. "I've missed you. How is the new job?" Ryan ended the embrace and walked over to the kitchen. "Shall I make us some drinks?" he asked. "Always the servant," Domito chuckled. "Take a break, let me get the drinks. And you're avoiding the question." The piglins looked at him judgingly, as if they agreed. Ryan hesitated. He had never intended to be unfaithful to his fiancé, but life happened. He had promised Binero he would do just about anything for him, he didn't want to say no to his master. And he did care for him, of course. He cared for them both very much. Maybe it was his people pleasing nature that had gotten him into this complicated situation. Regardless, he didn't want to burden Domito with the knowledge and thought it best to act as if nothing had changed. "The job is good," he said. "Binero is a nice man." Domito seemed pleased with this answer and nodded. "He asked me to move in with him," Ryan added carefully. "It will be easier to do my job when I live on Coastle. No more boating back and forth every other day"

Domito was quiet for a moment. The homely sound of flowing lava and grunting piglins hung between them. "I've told you before," he said, "that I want to live where ever you are. If you're moving, I’ll come with you. We should find a house on Coastle together." It was a good offer, of course, one he would gladly have accepted under different circumstances. But Binero couldn't know about his engaged status. Domito moving to Coastle was asking for problems, and he couldn't risk it. He had a good thing going here. "You do not need to move there for me," he said. "I know you do not like crowded places, and you would rather live out here where there is more space. You should take this house" It wasn't a lie. Just bending the truth a little. He could see Domito wanted to say something, but stopped himself. He had that frown he always had when he was trying to find the right words to say. "You know I trust you," he started. "And I"m not usually the jealous type, but I would like to meet this new boss of yours. Just to see who it is my man is spending so much time with. Make sure he doesn't steal you from me." The last part was said as a joke, but it was just serious enough that Ryan knew he had to be careful. "He is not that special," he lied. "Well, I would like to meet this perfectly ordinary man anyway," said Domito. Ryan sighed. He knew his fiancé could be stubborn, and he wasn't getting out of this one. "Fine. Come with me to Coastle later today, I shall introduce you."

(Binero POV)

It was the late afternoon. Rockets had been sold and restocked, and Binero sat at his desk, quite satisfied with himself. His worries had subsided somewhat throughout the day. Ryan would be home again soon. Maybe they could watch another film, or listen to music, share some quality time. A knock on the door made him jump up from his seat, and he opened the door expecting to see Ryan. Instead, there was a tall man with long blonde hair. "Jeremy, what brings you here?" Binero sighed, more than a little disappointed. "Is that any way to greet an old friend?" Jeremy grinned widely and let himself in. "Haven't seen you in a while Binerosius. Heard you hired a butler? Where are you hiding him?" Jeremy started opening barrels, jokingly looking through them as if searching for the hidden butler. “I told you I don’t go by that name anymore,” said Binero, getting annoyed now. Jeremy stopped his searching, knowing he had already won. “You’re too easy to annoy,” he chuckled. “But really, how is your servant? Handsome?” Binero blushed. “No need to get jealous now, Jeremy.” “I’m not! I know we ended a long time ago, and it was better for both of us. I’m happy you’ve found someone.” He walked over to the bedroom, clearly planning to embarrass Binero even more. “You’re sleeping in the same bed already?” he teased. Binero ignored him and got himself a drink, refusing to feed Jeremy’s provocations any more.

There was another knock on the door. Before Binero could get to it, Jeremy flew past him. In the doorway stood Ryan, finally, and some other guy Binero didn’t remember meeting before. “Well, you must be the new butler!” said Jeremy, shaking Ryan’s hand. “I must say, you really look the part. Even got the little monocle! I can see why you’ve captured Bin’s little heart.” Ryan’s cheeks got noticably red. “Oh, thank you gentleman! And who are you, might I ask?” Jereme seemed offended at the question. “Has he really not mentioned me? I’m Jeremy, the king of the land!” Binero decided to interrupt before Jeremy scared away his butler and guest with his egotism. “Why don’t you come in first and then we’ll talk? Jeremy, shouldn’t you be going? You had other things to do correct?” “No, I just came to see you, I have nothing else to do today,” answered Jeremy, not taking the hint. With a sigh, Binero accepted that this afternoon would not be going as he had planned.

(Ryan POV)

Ryan thought he was going to lose his mind. This Jeremy guy seemed to know about the nature of his relationship with Binero, and he would ruin everything. He should burn down the house. No, of course not that, but something like that. Making sure he didn’t forget his butler duties, he made sure to get drinks and snacks for everyone. Jeremy kept yapping about past adventures he and Binero  had been on. Ryan wanted to drink another cup of poison, but resisted the urge. He had to stay sober. “Oh and Bin’s dad, he was a true asshole,” said Jeremy, clearly preparing for another long rant. “I had a bad father,” Ryan interrupted. “He was also my uncle.” The room went quiet. A single ‘What?” from Binero fell into the awkward silence. “Is normal where I’m from,” he added, as if that explained anything. Domito cleared his throat. “Anyway, it’s nice to meet you Binero. I’ve heard a lot about you.” “Only good things I hope?” Binero joked. “Actually, he hasn’t said that much,” Domito admitted. “Has he invited you to the wedding?”

Ryan dropped the glass he was holding. All eyes were on him now. “The wedding?” Jeremy repeated. “How interesting! Tell me, who’s getting married?” Ryan looked at Binero, the look of betrayal in his eyes said enough. “I, uh… well” – “You’re engaged?” Binero asked. Ryan wondered if he could just die right now, respawn by the beach and hope on a boat, row far away from here, an ocean to escape into, how nice that would be… “Ryan, answer me!” Binero’s divine voice echoed. Ryan shivered at the sound, feeling it in his bones. Binero only used that voice when he wanted to show off, or was actually angry. “Yes, master,” he muttered. “I am sorry I did not tell you. I – “ “Get out of my house,” Binero spoke, his voice filled with the pain of betrayal. “Master – Binero, you must know I did not mean to hurt you, and I care for you, I really – “ “No. I don’t need your sorry excuses. I thought you loved me, and you were a good chap, but it was all fake. Just leave.” Ryan held back his tears, knowing there was nothing he could to to fix this. “I - I should probably go too,” stuttered Domito. Jeremy had not said anything for a while. He sat in the window sill with a bowl of cookies, munching on them as though it was popcorn. “Domito, I can explain,” Ryan started, but Domito shook his head. “I think I understand just fine,” he said. “We’re done.” He walked out the door, ignoring Ryan’s pleas. The crunching of another cookie between Jeremy’s teeth was the only thing that broke the deafening silence that followed. “I think it’s best for me to leave, gentleman,” said Ryan, trying to keep a straight face, before he hurried out the door.

(Binero POV)

Jeremy sighed, patting Binero on the back. “That’s rough buddy.” Binero ignored him. Staring out of the window, his eyes filling with tears, he realized he was alone once again. Jeremy, being terrible at handling people’s emotions, made his exit. “Sorry about the boyfriend,” he said before closing the door behind him. Binero looked around his apartment, the emptiness weighing on him like an anvil. He had gotten so used to Ryan constantly being around, keeping him company, and the loneliness was crushing. How could he have let himself get so hurt by someone? He was an almighty god, he should be above these silly human emotions, and yet all he felt was the sharp pain of betrayal. His eyes hurt from the tears which blurred his surroundings. He stumbled towards his chair, trying to find something to hold on to. He felt utterly alone, adrift in a sea of heartache with no shore in sight.

(Ryan POV)

Blaze rods, he needed those. And nether warts. He needed strength. Domito had not said another word to him, and he probably would never forgive him. Ryan knew he had made a mistake, and he suffered the consequences. He wanted everything and ended up having nothing. Now, where did he put those bottles? He fired up the brewing stations hidden beneath the trapdoors. He looked at Phil, who screamed at him in return. As I deserve, he thought to himself. Phil meant well, really, being a teenager was just rough. He grew impatient waiting for the drinks to be done. He needed to escape from his thoughts, the guilt and loneliness was to heavy to bear. He wanted to feel nothing. In that dimly lit room, amidst the brewing potions and the weight of his mistakes, Ryan knew he was spiraling further into the abyss of his addiction. He let the emptiness consume him.

[spectrophobias]

@dollhidden asked: What does Caleb think of the counsellors at the camp? Is there anyone he dislikes, or anyone who likes the most? Does he even know them?

ryan is caleb's favorite counselor by FAR jgksks like he's really the only one caleb would actually consider a friend? he's not the only one who was there as a camper or anything, caleb can hardly keep track of himself let alone a bunch of kids LMAO but ofc he remembers ryan bc he just feels like a focal part of camp at this point. the summer rolls around, ryan comes back, those are just natural facts of life ! and caleb really doesn't have friends outside of his family gndks so it might sound a little sad but he'd probably consider ryan his longest/best friend besides his sister. (also i feel the need to mention how we've discussed caleb and kaylee being younger than the 90s birthdays LMAOOO i promise it's not like a 25 year old man trying to be besties with a child)

part of why i think he and ryan would click well is that they just really really love their baby sisters LMAO they're cute!! both of them kind of have.... not so conventional families? they both kind of try to fill the parent void and i think it would make caleb feel a lot better to realize that 1 he's not alone in that and 2 it's HARD he's not just a fuckup, ryan doesn't really know how to do this either, they're both just doing the best they can. ofc he can't tell ryan about the werewolf stuff though and caleb kind of distances himself from everyone at that point ? like he bit his dad and his sister, now he has this stupid curse, he was always a bit introverted but now he just wants a ten foot high wall between himself and everyone else, he's so afraid of hurting people.

obviously kaylee doesn't let him ice her out, but goddamn if the boy doesn't try ! LMAO. he feels so guilty, he doesn't feel like he deserves such a sweet, understanding sister, he feels like a danger to her even though he's already done The Worst Thing to her that he could have possibly done. he talks to bobby about those feelings mostly, because he doesn't want to unload it on her :(

so tbqh once it came to that year's batch of counselors, he was pretty indifferent. mentally he feels like getting to know any of them isn't really an option, because look at what he's done to the people he cares about already. he always goes back to that, he blames himself like he'd had any semblance of control of what he was doing when he bit chris and kaylee. getting close to people puts them at risk, it means having to come up with excuses every month, he feels so disconnected from the Normal world and while a part of him already felt that way living out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere LMAO its very much intentional. he just tends to give people an absolute stone wall when they try to talk, and the counselors pick up on it and assume he's just kind of weird and has other things to do ! he even kind of starts to pull away from ryan by the time he reaches counselor age, he doesn't like lying or being secretive and most importantly, he will NOT put ryan at risk too like he has a baby sister to go home to, it makes him feel sick to even think about passing the curse along to another family like that.

so uh i'm fucking sad now! LMAO. the more i write caleb the more im like oh. oh honey. please find a therapist LMFAOO i want to wrap him up in blankets and kiss his forehead jfksks bc with every transformation he feels a little more like an actual monster and a fuckup :( i think he'd actually really get on with some of the counselors too, he just doesn't give himself the chance. like he and jacob are absolute loverboys LMAO they could have been friends!!! and he won't let himself!!!!!! IM SO SAD

[jacobscustos]

the quarry but every character has a different role

jacob is now in max's shoes. distressed dogboy that loves naught but his gf and also processed snack foods. this sad little woof woof finding a crop top and yoga pants and being like "oh hell yeah i can make this work" only to get murked by kaylee hackett on the other side of the island

emma is now in laura's position. she broke up with jacob the day before they managed to escape chris hackett's Jail for Dogs & Ne'er-Do-Wells and now she feels like she needs to alleviate his curse bc he's been pretty bummed out since. vlogging her entire trip to the hackett house with the expressed intent to murder a man

ryan is in abi's role. the suave announcements boy has been on his mind this entire time and the day that they both finally tell each other that they like each other, he gets infected with Says Really Mean Things And Attempts Homicide On You And Also Is A Werewolf disease. he's abt to start biting ppl fr

dylan is in a similar situation to nick. not only did abi just kiss him for no real reason at the firepit but finally when he tells the guy he's liked all summer that he likes him, he gets attacked by a fucking bear??? homophobia still has some shooters out there apparently! also he's saying rude things he doesn't mean and it hurts :(

abi is now filling emma's role. she and the cute australian guy have been flirting all summer but she seriously misfires bc she assumes that making him jealous would be what made him want to make things official. plus now she's wearing baggy-ass clothes and running from murderous animals(?) so things have been tough lately

nick is currently in jacob's situation. he planned on making tonight the night he asked abi to go steady, but completely forgot that this was the day they left camp, so he oopsie poopsies the van. whoops nick you did a fucky wucky and now people are dying! also he had to watch abi kiss a very vehemently gay man to make him jealous and also he's naked. bad night overall buddy

laura is in kaitlyn's shoes. she's literally the only person here with an okay response to trauma, although a bit skewed since she does also tend to shoot at the problem first. the bright side is that she gets to be with her boyfriend for most of the entire night, so that's neat! (and come on of course she would get after max for not knowing the hackett's quarry song)

max is now in dylan's role. he's mostly just scared shitless of kaitlyn so the speech over the intercom is part fear of the bears(?) and part fear that kaitlyn will stab him if he gets the terminology wrong. ready to lay down his life to protect his gf, even if he's abt to turn into a werewolf. he's gonna react even more severely to getting maced (febreezed) by abi though, although he can act. give the boy a hand (srsly he needs it)

kaitlyn stands where ryan stood in canon. she's so confused when abi gives her the dare to kiss either max or laura but honestly she thinks they're both cute so. when emma shows up she's like "wait where's jacob?" and emma's like "about that" and kaitlyn's like "ok so i'm going to go save my bestie and i want it known that i'm not a fan of u but i also do think you're gorgeous"

bobby now owns and runs hackett's quarry. after his duty was up, he came back and started the camp and has adored being a mentor to kids since. no one at camp ever saw him angry before the incident with the van and they're all literally terrified of him now

chris is the sheriff of northkill. he got appointed sheriff after the death of the previous sheriff in the fire at eliza's sideshow, and has taken the position very seriously, in exchange for keeping eliza and silas's secret (the whole werewolf thing), which is why he keeps jacob and emma over the summer

travis is constance and eliza's handyman. he's felt the need to be worthy of approval since birth, and has taken up to doing the dirty work for his mom as a way of proving himself. he's fully aware that being stabbed hurts and will do it again unprovoked

constance goes out hunting with travis. she fills the same role her husband did in canon. emma reminds her what happened to her husband and she threatens to torture her endlessly. also there's smth going on with eliza but idk they're gal pals

eliza fills the same role as constance did in canon. after the fire that burned down her sideshow and killed jedediah, constance offered to let her and her son silas stay with them. after emma kills silas during the night, she becomes silent with rage

kaylee is now the biggest threat of the hackett werewolves. she's filling in for her brother caleb. freeze-dried girlboss

silas is floating in the pool now. rip dogboy. also he was the one that convinced kaylee to start the fire. manipulative little shit

caleb is patient zero. after helping to rescue silas and eliza from the sideshow, caleb notices a bite on his leg. while running from the flames, the "dog man" (eliza's ex-husband) bit him. the dog man died in the fire, but the curse lived on, as caleb left his grandfather to die in the chaos

jedediah's taken up tarot since dying. he cursed his bloodline after seeing caleb and kaylee among the flames, refusing to save him, opting instead to save an albino boy and a woman that he barely knew. he's now trying to convince whoever is listening to off the vorez family, even at the cost of his own family. plus lance hendriksen would fucking slay this role i mean come on

[lenillusion]

canon compliant established radioheads au is so good

like it just adds something to the story

-snarky banter (/r), secret kisses, and words of affection swapped between them while they search Mr. H's office. Dylan's still curious and prodding of Mr.H's privacy but careful of his boyfriends limits regarding it. The twinge of worry and protectiveness that fills Ryan when he hears Dylan call his name from the room in the closet. A final kiss, sweet and promising, before they meet back up with the others.

-the kiss from the campfire born out of mischievous intent to fool their ex-coworkers blossoming into something deep and passionate because the kiss in Mr. H's office wasn't enough. the few and far between pecks they had to sneak due to Mr. H's no dating policy weren't enough. And the feeling of being watched, being marveled, being free to express their love as they pleased now that summer was over was intoxicating.

-its in the frustration that Dylan feels because he knows its necessary for ryan to go after nick but why does he have to go alone? and without even knowing whats out there? (he feels guilty for being angry at abi for that, its not her fault that shes in shock, he's just worried)

-all the moments in the radio hut from the radio call to the amputation, the trust ryan has in his boyfriend is absolute (no matter how much he may or may not come to regret it). he pushes away his own panic to soothe dylan while he tends to his wound, gentle yet firm touches and grounding pecks to keep him present.

-despite not really doing anything wrong, dylan cant help but somewhat resent laura. showing up out of nowhere with her shotgun, her trauma, and the horror story of the century. he knows she's right about the werewolves. about the hacketts. and he's not too big a fan of the hacketts either at the moment but he's not gonna let this horror game character archetype shatter his boyfriend's worldview and walk all over him.

-ryan knows dylan isnt happy that he's going with laura but he doesnt know how to communicate everything he's feeling at the moment. he just knows that if he doesnt, chris WILL die and he cant let that happen. he doesnt want to leave dylan, wants to stay to make sure he's safe but dylan is smart and has kaitlyn so he's just gonna have to trust them. He doesnt have the time or the capability to tell dylan everything he needs to so instead he reassures that he'll be fine and kisses him for what may be the last time (it wont, he'll make sure of it.)

-their time separated is spent making sure that they will see each other again at sunrise. its desperate and almost feels like wishful thinking but its about all they have.

-and when they finally, finally reunite at sunrise their nerves are shot, their is skin covered in blood, and their bodies feel on the verge of collapse. but they hold each other with iron grips, reluctant to let go. its a crushing kind of peace, overwhelming and all consuming. a relief long deserved.

[afro-elf]

fine, i’ll elaborate on my thoughts about tylor sift but they will be disorganized

disclaimer: i know a few people will read this and be like “op is a hozier fan can she really talk about the cultural obsession with mediocre white art?” and the answer is yes because a) i’m black and i have an english degree so can do whatever i fucking want, b) hozier is a better artist than taylor objectively, like his mediocre tracks would be considered her great ones, and c) the comparison of taylor to hozier is part of the problem Genuinely because i don’t even think white people like half the music they listen to, they just don’t wanna be left behind, we’ll get into this later. i’m sorry to everyone who is tired of hearing about him but hozier will be returning later in this post jsfglsjlgldsjlfd

second note: read this

i don’t just dislike taylor because she’s white. i don’t dislike taylor because she’s a woman. i don’t dislike her because she writes mean and petty lyrics about past relationships and people who wronged her. i don’t dislike taylor because her public circle of friends is almost exclusively blonde white celebrities with their own laundry lists of issues that includes ryan reynolds and blake lively who are poster children for white privilege and pseudo-excellence if i’ve ever seen them. i dislike taylor because the amalgamation of all of those things is so exemplary of a huge problem i have with the music industry in general but also like american society

fuck it, numbered list!

1. taylor swift consistently releases the same mediocre album but in different colors. every album is the same lyrically and tonally. her body of work rarely goes very far above “good for taylor swift”. folklore as both title and musical aesthetic is irrelevant to the actual content of the album, which is just every taylor swift album except set to folk pop and with a bit more cussing, congrats for baby’s first swear. i’ve seen folklore compared to much better bodies of work and even propped up by stans as album of the year, a distinction that rina sawayama and chloe x halle will be battling it out for if there is any justice in the world at all. the fact that she is allowed to do this and still be considered great when this is something that even white male artists are butchered critically for... astounds me. like we all know how well received all of coldplay’s similar sounding albums are.... Come on. 

2. i don’t think taylor or her work is particularly feminist and yet for some reason every time she frowns an army of white women brings her kleenex. i’m not saying taylor’s anger has always been unjustified, but her feminism to me has always felt like “i can do whatever a man can do” feminism, which is utterly fucking useless to me as a black woman. it’s only useful to her because as a wealthy, white, straight, cis white woman her ONLY obstacle in life is her gender. and if she just didn’t have that tricky little bitch then maybe people would take her seriously. like, just think about her music video for the man... what was the thesis of that? what was the point of that? with all of her privileges she’d just be gaining a single extra privilege. she’s a blonde blue eyed thin white girl, the world kisses her feet. i have no interest in proving myself any better or any worse than white men, they are not the standard for how a person should be treated, they’re cautionary tales, and white women are too. i think taylor capitalizes off of white woman victimhood, and it’s all over her writing style. even when she’s trying to be empowered, like in mad woman for example, there is this tone to it of victimization, poking the bear, unleashing the beast if you will. she invokes the imagery of salem witches and even more boldly chooses a noose to write about in the song which is..... surely going to be a white tumblr staple for many gifsets to come but holy shit is it hollow. she also tends to come back to teenage memories in her music and she’s thirty. i don’t think about being seventeen unless i’m being held at gunpoint but she seems to think about it All The Time. and part of this is to keep herself young, at least in her music, which only further ingrains this image of fragile teeny bopper taylor into the mind of the listener, fueling her victim image. this imagery and language means nothing because the world always rallies around taylor. even when she was the butt of jokes for not being beyonce (which she is not and never can be) and writing about her exes (which she does), she was largely supported by the industry and by critics. look at how many fucking awards she has!

3. folk and indie and alternative music is in a moment of transition, where musicians of color are getting the chance to really speak about how they’ve been treated in these overwhelmingly white circles and create their own standards and their own voices. and for taylor swift to swoop in with aaron dessner and jack antonoff fantano and almost reassert that mid-2010s indie sound as The Sound of folk pop in the popular consciousness.... it makes me violent! it! makes! me! violent! 

4. back to hozier! finally, i wanna talk about white standom, fandom, bandom, and womandom. i often see these very superficial comparisons between hozier and taylor (and hozier and florence and hozier and stevie nicks and hozier and whatever other white woman in fashion) and they frustrate me for more than one reason. i know that hozier has met taylor and said she’s cool, which is nice of him and he’s a nice man, but i’m not a nice man so i’m going to just say it: none of the people who have made those posts have listened to more than four hozier songs and it shows. the reason why this matters is because these posts catch on and create an image and preconception of hozier’s music that is divorced from reality and divorced from his influences and most importantly divorced from the deliberate and reverent blackness of his musical style. hozier has his white male privilege in the industry for sure but he’s not as towering of a giant as taylor and taylor’s music is an unsalted chicken, plain oatmeal, white paint drying on a white wall, a stick of unflavored gum. her music is so white it told me that its dad is a cop. i am, as a black hozier fan, exhausted with having to share space with white women who don’t know why hozier’s music kicks me in my lungs sometimes and think that taylor mentioning a tree ONCE in her 3 minute acoustic guitar slog about whatever suburb is the same when it simply is not. i swear some of you are pretending to love taylor because your friends love her and you don’t wanna be left out of the hot new musical discourse but she’s only the hot new musical discourse CONSTANTLY because she’s a white woman, she’s almost the Perfect white woman. like if someone asked me to describe a white woman, it would be taylor swift. her position at the top of the musical pyramid among people who eclipse her musically, vocally, and lyrically is only allowed because she’s The Perfect White Woman. she’s an ideal. white girls relate to her immediately because of it and now we have this unshakable mob of unbearable white women who think that the world has wronged someone who literally wrote fanfiction about the rich oil heiress white woman who owned her rhode island mansion before her aklghlghdhlgs it drives me fucking NUTS 

anyway that’s all. if you made it this far, listen to adia victoria, kaia kater, samantha crain, valerie june, kelsey lu, corinne bailey rae, brittany howard, kimya dawson, japanese breakfast, cold specks, left at london, rhiannon giddens, aisha badru, shea diamond, nadine shah, xenia rubinos, karen o, mirel wagner.... Anyone