#im so fuckin rusty man

[dilfosaur]

november 5 already?

[f1nalboys]

Could you do a Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Reader oneshot that's just super kinky I'm just fienin for some billy and stu smut 🙏

MY RETURN TO POLY GHOSTFACEEEEEEEE!!!! anon thank u very much for this request (and dont worry, i got the other one!!!) and i super duper hope u like it!!! it did make me realize i havent written a praise focused fic in FOREVER so sorry if im a little rusty D:

Poly!Ghostface x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1132

WARNINGS: nsfw, hair pulling, praise, creampie, begging, reader isn't gendered but does get called pretty and beautiful, billy likes to watch <3, established relationship, kinda proofread

Billy and Stu knew how to make you tick in every way. Stu was great at aggravating you just enough to get you to pay attention to him, easily earning your affection back in just a few words. Billy could break you down, build you up, and do it over and over again until it made your head swim. Being with them meant you were on edge, always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But then there were times, like now, where you didn’t have to worry about anything other than cumming.

“There you go, baby,” Stu’s voice is muffled despite him being right behind you, his lips at your ear, his breath hot against your sweaty skin. He’s moving so slowly, cock pushing deep inside you and dragging out at an agonizing pace. You want to yell at him, tell him to move faster, go harder, something, but the only thing that comes out is a weak whine. He laughs and you feel it vibrate against your back. “Aw, sweet little thing is tryin’ to tell us something, Billy.”

Your eyes open and you do your best to blink away the haze. Billy is in front of you on the bed, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he watches Stu fuck you. Your hands are on Stu’s knees, your own legs bent uncomfortably backwards so you were sitting in his lap. “You gotta use your words, Y/N.” Billy says smoothly, tilting his head, voice smug. “You want him to stop?”

“No!” You say quickly, nails digging into Stu’s skin, your eyes widening enough to earn a laugh from Billy. Your voice is hoarse, raw from your constant babbles of pleasure over the last hour. “More,” you say, wiggling your hips slightly, your head tilting forwards as a sharp gasp rips through you. “Please, need it.” Billy watches with a pleased smirk as you begin to take over for Stu, using your hands on his knees as leverage to push yourself up and down, sinking down onto his cock.

Stu groans at the feeling, his hips flexing slightly. “Fuck, Billy, man… they’re so fuckin’ tight.” His hands rest on your hips, mouth agape as he pants, watching his cock disappear inside you. “So sexy like this, so fucked out, aren’t you, baby?” He asks, his usual laugh cut off by a moan. “Y/N?” You don’t answer. Your eyes are closed, your breaths coming quick, focused solely on the building pleasure in your gut. You barely even register the bed shifting before you feel thick fingers tangle into your hair, tugging your head back up roughly. 

“Hey,” Billy says sharply, fingers still tugging at your hair. Your eyes are open now, head bent back enough to force you to look him in the eyes, and he watches you with a pleased grin. “Stu asked you a question. You better answer unless you want him to stop. And you don’t want that, do you?” He tsks, shaking his head mockingly, his free hand leaving his cock to touch you between your legs. You gasp sharply, tightening around Stu, causing him to dig into your hips to push you down onto his cock even more. Billy’s gaze is unwavering. “Feels like you don’t want that.”

“Way they’re tightening around me, fuck, they better not want me to stop. Not even sure I could pull out.” Stu teases, placing sloppy kisses against your jaw and down your neck to your shoulder. Your head was beginning to throb from where Billy was still gripping your hair but the thought of him letting go, replacing the pain and his fingers with a dull thud, seemed unbearable. “Too tight, you know that, Y/N? Too fuckin’ pretty, too. Fuck, I love you like this, you know that? So sweet.” 

“You’re gettin’ ‘em excited, Stu,” Billy grins, his hand moving in tangent with Stu’s thrusts. “Baby, you better tell Stu you don’t want him to stop or you won’t get to cum.” Billy’s voice is soft and he’s leaning in, pressing his forehead against yours. His cock is aching, untouched, but you know better than to do so without his go ahead. “C’mon, baby, you can do it. Beg Stu not to pull out so you can cum. God, you’re fucking perfect, you know that? I mean, shit, Stu; you ever met someone like ‘em? So perfect?” Stu answers with a grunt and a quick shake of his head, going harder. Billy hisses as his cock twitches. “Fuck, you can touch me after you cum, baby, doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Yes-”

“Always trying to get your hand on my dick,” Billy grins, his hand speeding up, the pleasure building in your stomach tripling in less than a second. “So fuckin’ cute, so dirty, aren’t you? Sexy fuckin’ thing, God, c’mon, start begging so we can reward you.” 

Billy almost sounds desperate, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it before, and his grip in your hair loosens as he kisses you. Stu’s pace increases, barely pulling you up off his cock before slamming up into you. He’s grunting with the force but he’s holding back and you can tell; he’s waiting for you to beg. 

“Please, fuck, please don’t stop,” you cry out inbetween messy kisses, your face growing hot as your stomach tightens. “F-fuck, I wanna cum, I swear, please let me cum! I need it, I need to touch you,” you say to Billy and he nips at your bottom lip, pleased, “And I need you to cum in me. Please!” You cry, tears burning at your eyes from holding onto the edge of your orgasm. You watch as Billy’s eyes flick back towards Stu, darkening slightly, before he meets your eyes again and nods. 

You cum hard, vision growing blurry at the edges as you let out a strangled cry. Billy and Stu don’t stop their movements, working together to make your orgasm last as long as it could. “H-holy fuck!” Stu grunts, your tight hole finally sending him over the edge. He cums, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping you seated fully on his cock. “So fuckin’ perfect, there you go… take every drop, baby…” he coos softly, head resting on your shoulder as his hips flex, pumping everything he could into you. You let out a shaky breath, a weak hand pushing at Billy’s. He listens for once, grinning at how out of it you seem, and he dips his head towards you to give you a few kisses. “Happy anniversary, baby,” Billy whispers, brushing his nose along your cheek. You grin, worn out but pleased, your hand moving to rub against Billy’s cock. He sucks in a breath, looking down at his lap, before grinning. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

[todorokies]

THE ONE WHERE YOU REFUSE TO KEEP QUIET. . !

𝝑𝑒 contents: john marston x female reader, nsfw, modern au (sawry im a sucker for 'em), cunnilingus, fingering, pet names (pretty & darling), pussy drunk john. . . 754 words

𝝑𝑒 a/n: dabbling in a diff fandom for my comeback to writing is crazy ik but i hope u all enjoy regardless :3 im rusty i alr know

“did i ever tell you about what happened at my work last week?”

you let out a shaky breath as you cautiously ran your fingers through the hair of the man who is currently situated between your legs, eagerly lapping at your dripping cunt collecting everything you could offer to him.

there’s a momentary lack of a response from your companion, your question hangs in the thin air as the crude sounds of squelching bounces off the walls alongside with your airy moans that seep out more than intended to.

you rack your fingers once more through his long hair and tug at his roots which aids as a warning.

with not enough force to seriously hurt him, but for a low guttural groan to escape from his chest causing small vibrations against your already sensitive pussy.

he apologetically sucks on your puffy clit before he comes up for air then replaces his hot mouth with two fingers to rub tight circles on your nub, “no, pretty, you haven’t. what happened at work?” he inquired with a strained expression on his face.

his pupils are blown out and unstable as he quickly shifts his focus between your glowy face and your pussy that’s aching to be stuffed by him. however, you were pretty adamant on him eating you out instead.

john ducks his head back in between the plush of your thighs continuing his ministrations, noticeably slowing his pace for you to get your words out.

you whine with a small buck of your hips, “apparently we’re having some budget cuts nggh in a f-few weeks. . . which —oh fuckk— also includes employees.”

“uh-huh?” john mumbles against you. your words enter one of his ear and exits the other, more focused on alternating from long vertical strides from your hole to your clit then skillfully circling around it with his tongue.

his calloused hand grips at your ass pulling you even closer to his face in attempt at get every last drop.

“y-yeah, and my manager had the damn nerve to—mghm keep doing that and i’ll cum~”

your chest heaves as john spreads open your folds to dip his tongue into your pussy, visibly enjoying the way you desperately clench around the wet muscle.

he deeply chuckles and you shiver due to his stubble scratching at your skin, “what did your manager do, darling?” he incoherently slurs his words but you were able to pick it up.

“she broke the news during rush hour. i-i mean what a bitch, right!”

“a bitch indeed,” he affirms as he slowly pushes two fingers in your wet hole, ogling at the way you take his digits with ease, fully coating them with your slick.

you throw your head backwards against the leather couch that’s supporting your back. you once again find residence in his black locks, roughly tugging this time around.

a broken whimper lively dances off your lips as your eyes roll back; you could feel the coil forming in the pit of your stomach.

“feels so good… don’t fuckin' stop..” you mindlessly ushered out. the sensation of his fingers pumping in and out, dragging against your tight walls as well as the added pleasure of his tongue swirling and suckling at your sensitive clit almost has you over the edge.

just when john finally thought he’d shut you up for good this time, your lewd moans and pants get broken down till you find the strength to add another comment about your dilemma.

“a-and there’s talk of my f-favourite coworker—”

“—ya know, how about you tell me the rest of ya little story after i make you cum.” john interrupts your soon-to-be babbling session, stopping all of his movements altogether.

he places a chaste kiss onto your clit and looks at you for permission to continue. you nod with a squeaky whine, already dizzy and eager for him to resume.

“oh darling, what am i ever gonna do with you?” he whispered against your cunt as he continued pumping his fingers at a steady albeit fast pace and quickly reattached his mouth back on your clit.

you soon cum hard on his fingers followed by a few more tugs at his hair to signal you were ready to tap out.

he licks his fingers, maintaining eye contact as he groans loudly at the taste of you. so sweet. . .just for him.

his voice is hoarse as he slips your panties back on and then gives you his undivided attention,

“so…what was that about your favourite coworker?”

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[mrzombielover]

- slow ride ch2

feat. sinner!adam x fem!hotel worker!reader

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warnings: NSFW, more substance use in this one, a bit of angst?, readers emotional issues

a/n: i feel like my writing sucks esp in this chapter cause im sorta rusty and sick so i cant even tell if this makes sense but oh well😭😭😭 anyway pls send me hazbin reqs!!!!! having the worst brainrot lately esp for this horrible man!!!

wc: 2.9k

“I'm not breaking up inside / I'm much to proud to moan / Baby, please come home”

Oh my god. What did I just do? Why did I do this?

You turn your head to look at Adam where he’s lying on the other side of the bed, and find his expression closely mirrors your own. Pure disbelief is written on his features, and you grimace, turning to look back at the ceiling.

After a moment, you sit up, grabbing your box of cigarettes and a lighter off your bedside table. Once lit, you swing your feet off the bed to reach for shirt and now ripped panties, standing up when you’re partially dressed. You hear Adam sit up behind you.

“Soo, that was… uhhh…” He trails off, mouth hanging open as he thinks of what to say.

“Let’s… not speak about this again,” You say carefully as you turn back to face him.

“Yeah. yeah, i’m good with that,” He says quickly, finding his robes off the floor. You’re surprised he doesn’t say anything about the smoke.

You cross the room to get your pants off the floor, pulling them up as Adam grabs his jacket. You pull up your fly, and look up to see Adam’s staring at you with an expression you can’t read. His eyes flicker to your lips, and he starts to lean closer.

“Kiss me and i’ll cut your fuckin’ tongue out,” you say as you turn your head away.

“Oookay then. I’ll, uh, see ya,” For once, he has no snarky comment or crude joke to make as he straightens up and leaves your room.

After that, you told yourself never again. It happened once, it’s out of your system, it’s done. A one time thing.

But then it happens a second time.

“It’s a disgusting habit! All your clothes, your whole room fuckin’ reeks!”

“Are you tryin’ to get me to loose my temper here? ‘Cause i’m about to shove you out that fucking window!”

“And look how angry you get, you fucking fiend, it’s been like 2 hours!”

“Why don’t you mind your goddamn business?”

You raise an arm to hit him, but he catches your elbow, twisting you around so your back is to him and he can hold you in place. You struggle to break from his grip, when suddenly-

“Oh my god,” You deadpan, but your voice doesn’t come out as disgusted as you expected at the feeling of something hard poking into your lower back.

“Okay, this is not my fault-“ Adam says quickly.

“You- fucking perv!” You spit, but your words hold no weight when he flips you again and lifts you up, placing you on the counter and you make no effort to struggle. You spread your legs so he can slot between them as items pushed out of the way cascade off the counter, falling to the floor with loud crashes.

You then told yourself that would be the last time. But not even you fully believed yourself. And once it happened a third, fourth, and fifth time, you just accepted this is something that happens now. You’re not proud of it- some of you hates yourself, but another part of you finds a a sick, primal pleasure in it. It’s the only guaranteed way for you to get him to shut up, if only for a few minutes. The fight for dominance- fuuck you’re messed up, huh?

Thinking of the humiliation you’d feel if any of the others found out- oh god, how could you look Alastor in the eyes again- you change absolutely nothing about your behavior around Adam. On the surface, nothing has changed at all. You two still bicker and argue all the time, if anything, worse than ever. Yet the other members can feel something’s up, that something changed. Adam’s insults feel more hollow. He always said shit just to rile you up, but there was usually an undertone of truth to his words. Not anymore- it’s all stupid shit that everybody can tell he doesn’t care about. Nobody says anything about it, though, until-

“What the fuck are you smilin’ for?” Angel’s voice makes Adam jump as he enters, sitting down on the couch beside him.

“What-? I wasn’t smiling,” Adam quickly denies. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh my god- are you’re gettin’ laid?” Angel grins, sitting up. The look on Adam’s face tells him everything, and he can’t help but laugh. “Oh, you so are! No wonder you’ve been in such a good mood lately,”

“Uh, duh i’m getting laid, I’m Adam, I’m the origin-“

“Yeah, yeah, original dick. But that’s not what I mean and you know it.” Angel grins widely, and Adam can feel his face heating up. Oh god- why is he blushing? Since when does he care? He pushes the thought from his head.

“…You don’t know her,” Adam decides to say, crossing his arms and turning back to face the TV, hoping Angel will just leave it at that.

“Try me,” Angel leans closer, looking intently at Adam’s expression. When Adam says nothing, Angel laughs again.

“Oh my god I so know her,”

Adam grits his teeth but says nothing as Angel laughs.

“Okay, fine, don’t tell me who you’re havin’ weird secret kinky sex with,” Angel shrugs, turning to face the TV. “I’ll find out eventually,”

That makes Adam sweat.

You can’t help but laugh, nearly spitting whisky everywhere while Husk chuckles to himself. Sure, it’s a bit trite, ranting to the bartender about your shitty day while he pours you a stiff drink, but Husk could always make you laugh about it, and call you out on your bullshit if needed. He was real, and you liked that about him. Plus, it beat drinking alone when none of your other friends wanted to party on a Wednesday.

“-and not a crazy bitch like I’m a crazy bitch, crazy like she lit her mom’s hair on fir-“

“Husk holy shit!”

Both of you look in the direction of Angel Dust’s voice as he runs from the hallway towards you both. He leans over the bar, eager to share whatever news he had.

“Adam’s fucking somebody- somebody here!”

You choke on your whisky, spitting it back into the glass. Angel and Husk both look at you with a raised brow.

“My bad,” is all you say. you can’t think of anything else that would play it off, so you just quietly wipe off your face while Angel recounts his encounter with Adam. You feel an eye twitch- you could strangle that prick for being so conspicuous.

“You’re quiet, Y/N,” Angel says in a teasing tone.

“I just could not care less if I tried,” You say back, firmly but with a shrug, and you hope it suffices as an acceptable explanation, and that you come off as your usual apathetic self. You finish your whisky, and luckily, Angel doesn’t give you any more shit. Slightly unsettled by that interaction, you avoid Adam for the next few days.

Late one evening, everybody’s gone up to their rooms and the hotel is quiet. You’ve already eaten, smoked, brushed your teeth and put on pajamas, but there’s nothing good on TV and you’re bored and high and just want a task to keep busy. So you wander aimlessly into the kitchen and find yourself doing the dishes that Charlie was too stressed out to do earlier.

As you scrub brown charred bits off a pan, you find your stupid weed-addled brain wandering to Adam. You haven’t fought with him in a while, mostly because you’d run away before he had the chance to start, but still. It feels weird, being so calm lately. No wonder you’re bored. It’s the way things used to be at the hotel, before he arrived. You guess you hadn’t realized how used to his presence you’ve gotten. Gross. You cringe at the thought.

Luckily, your phone starts to vibrate on the counter, giving you a distraction. You pick up and hold it between your ear and shoulder without looking at the caller ID.

“Yo, where are you right now?”

Of course.

“Adam? What the fuck, when did you get a phone?” You snort. When you realize you’re smiling you clear your throat and force your face to relax.

“Whatever. Can you come upstairs?”

You pause. He sounds slightly odd.

“What, like, to your room?” You raise an eyebrow. “Why?”

“ohmyfuckinggod- can you not be difficult for fucking once and just do what I ask?” Then, as an afterthought, he adds “Please?”

Damn, okay. You don’t say anything for a moment, thinking maybe you’re just smacked and he’s being normal.

“Suuuure… Just uh, gimme a minute,” You say carefully, putting the dishes down. Then, he hangs up on you. What a dick.

Unbeknownst to you, while you’ve been thinking about him, he’s been thinking about you way more.

You’ve been avoiding him- obviously. Not unexpected, but it pissed him off to no end. He’s fucking Adam! Who are you to ignore him? Aren’t you supposed to be keeping an eye on him, anyway?

By now, the others have started to accept him- including them in their plans, drinking with him, no longer leaving a room when he enters- so he doesn’t really need a chaperone anymore. Despite this, it still feels wrong. Even in a room with every other patron of the hotel, he’d started to notice when you weren’t there.

He didn’t even notice he was starting to miss you at first. It wasn’t until he and Charlie were seated at the bar, and he drank more than he probably should have, that he mentioned you were avoiding him.

“What’dya, miss her?” Husk asked.

“Awww, Adam!” He still remembers the look on her and Husker’s faces. “You are starting to change! That’s so sweet of you!”

And then because she was drunk she kept rambling about it for like 30 minutes, but he doesn’t remember the rest of what she said, just the utter humiliation he felt. He shut up for the rest of the night to avoid spilling his guts any more, but Husk- the annoying fucker- still gives him knowing looks every now and then.

And after Nifty had washed his sheets, and he’d noticed that his pillows lost the scent of cigarettes, perfume, and shampoo you’d left behind, he knew he was royally fucked.

The worst of all, though, is that he feels helpless to feeling these emotions- and even worse, he doesn’t want to stop feeling them. Before he’d even noticed it, he was thinking about you all the time, and he was fine with it. The embarrassment was killing him, even though, supposedly, nobody knew.

On this particular night, he’d probably had just a tad too much beer with his dinner, because when he’d returned to his room and flopped on his bed, there was a little bug in the back of his brain that kept whining about how empty it felt. He tossed and turned for a bit, just wanting to sleep it off, but he eventually gave up, reaching for his phone.

“Adam?” Before you’re finished knocking, Adam jumps up to get the door, pulling you inside quickly. You make a noise of surprise as he scoops you up immediately, not saying anything as he carries you to his bed.

“Damn, needy, huh?” You laugh. This time, it’s him telling you to shut up as he tosses you onto the bed and crawls over you.

You sit up slightly to help him get your shirt off, and then his lips are on your neck, trailing down to your chest as he unclips your bra.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” He says with a casual shrug as his hands run up your torso to grope at your tits.

“mm,” You hum, arching your back into his touch. “missed this?” You smile sarcastically. Missed you, he thinks.

“Sure missed these,” He pushes the thought away and grins back, squeezing your chest for emphasis. He pulls back briefly to rid himself of his own shirt, then bends back down to press more kisses to your flesh. He looks up, staring at your expression as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, reveling in the whimper he’s rewarded with.

“fuckin’ perfect tits…” He mumbles into your chest before nipping at your skin. You let your eyes shut as his free hand slides down, under the band of your shorts and his finger brushes the hot skin beneath, skimming over your lips. Adam thumbs at your clit through your panties, relishing in the whine he rips from your throat.

Impatiently, you shift your hips up to slide off your shorts and panties, then reach to tug at his belt loops to signal he should do the same. When he looks up and sees the desperate look on your face, he decides not to keep you waiting, and pulls back to rip off his pants and boxers.

You guess avoiding him these past few days has affected you, too, because you’re surprisingly desperate. You sit up, wrapping your fingers around his cock, smearing his arousal across his length, and whatever he had been planning to say dies and comes out a needy garble of nonsense that makes you snicker.

To your surprise, he has no quip as he crawls over you and pushes himself between your legs. He bites back a gasp when you rub the head of his cock between your folds, a groan following a moment after as he begins pushing into you.

Your thighs are trembling by the time he’s fully inside of you, and you wrap your legs around his waist weakly while you adjust to the stretch.

He sits up fully, and from this view, you look stunning. The way you're laid back on his pillow, tears pricking in your eyes, he thinks you look more angelic than anything he ever saw in heaven.

“fuuuck,” He groans, letting his head fall onto the bed as he starts to move his hips.

“Adam!” The way you whine his name is truly sinful, and he feels his dick twitch in response.

“holyfuck, ‘s so big,” The slight burn makes you regret your impatience now, and his face makes you regret stroking his ego. You make a point to ignore his self satisfied laugh, focusing instead on how his cock stretched you open, making you to tighten and release around him. You turn your head, looking at his wicked fucked-out smile that grew wider and wider as his movements got deeper.

You can’t speak, you just moan helplessly as your hands search for anything to grab onto to steady yourself. You throw your hands around his neck and bury them in his now dark wings, in the way you always did. You gripped the feathers tightly and let out a moan and oh, god, he’s not going to last long, he thinks, with you gripping the sensitive feathers like that. He groans again, then his lips find your shoulder, where he leaves messy, open-mouthed kisses trailing towards your neck.

“so fuckin’ sexy, so, so good for me,” you barley even register that he’s speaking, with your entire focus being on the way he moved in and out of you.

“you’re- so beautiful,” he says between grunts. your eyes widen.

“wha-ahh-“ before you can question that, a particularly hard thrust makes the words die in your throat, and you’re clawing to his biceps again.

A warmth of pride erupts in your chest at the way his breathing has turned labored and his grip on you tightens. An arm snakes around your waist, the other under your head, pulling you impossibly tighter against him as he continues to desperately pound into you. The proud smirk you wore is wiped off your face when you feel one hand releases you and his hand trails down, eventually pressing a thumb your clit, rubbing small circles that make you moan and twitch beneath him.

You can’t even warn him before your whole body erupts. You spill over, you lose sense of where and who you are, all the while, Adam pounds into you, strokes you inside and out. You vaguely hear a sudden crash and him mumbling, thanking god that you came before him because seconds later, he’s spilling his own cum inside you with a broken wanton groan.

Adam stills for a moment, panting as he holds you close. When he rolls off you, he keeps one arm around you, pulling you against his chest. Huh. That’s new.

Neither of you say anything. That was… different, than you’re used to with him. You furrow your brows as you think, and find yourself confused. The cogs in your head turning something terrible in your mind, questioning his intentions.

Once you’ve caught your breath, you sit up, pushing away his arm as you go to find your clothes. He frowns, watching you pick your shirt up from the ground and pull it over your head. You looked guarded, like a cornered doe, like you were just waiting for the chance to sprint away.

Adam grabs his own boxers from the floor and pulls them on, quickly crossing the room to where you were. He looks down at you, and feels an odd, tightening in his chest, something he’s felt a lot since falling to hell.

He leans against the door, putting on a cocky smile.

“Soo… this was like a booty call, huh?”

“…Yeah, whatever. See ya,”

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

The Secrets One Keeps

Alrighty, This is a request I was sent by an anon! Asking for a reader who's Hosea's daughter but dating Arthur, they have to keep their relationship a secret, especially from Hosea. Afraid for the poor man's heart.

Keep in mind this is my first work since coming back from hiatus, I'm a little rusty, so it might not be as great as it could be, be patient with me as I try to get back into the Rythm of things please! There's some NSFW themes but it's not full on smut, not for my first one back, but never fear, that will make a return.

Warnings: Fluff, language, maybe some NSFW themes Reader is a bit younger than Arthur is. (Don't worry Im not a freak, reader is gonna be over 18 by like at LEAST six years) Female reader, if there's slip ups, please let me know so I can correct them!

Let's jump into it!

You swear to God you just saw him, You just did, you watched him come out this way and you watched him give you that...look.

He wanted you to follow him, you could SEE it.

So where the hell was he?

"Arthur?"

You call out, but you keep your voice low. It's late, and camp isn't too far, you don't want anyone to hear you...you know what the two of you agreed on, and it was better if no one knew about the two of you. Especially your father. Hosea would NOT take kindly to Arthur dating his 24 year old daughter.

Not only that but to Hosea...Arthur was like a son...he saw the two of you as though you were siblings.

You definitely did NOT feel that way.

"Arthur, I swear to whatever God you pray to you better fuckin' come out-"

"Aw now, c'mon Darlin' that ain't very nice of you to speak like that."

You practically hear the smirk on his face as you feel an arm wrap around your waist and a chin on your shoulder.

"'Sides, you know I ain't a religious man."

"Arthur Morgan, how many times do I have to tell you not to scare me-"

"Awww you love it."

"No I don't!"

"Bullshit you don't last time I did you laughed and tried to take my pants off-"

"Shut up."

You twist to face him and sure enough he's wearing that smirk of his.

"You like it."

"Alright! Fine."

He laughs and leans in, placing his lips gently against yours, softly, sweetly, so different from what he showed everyone else.

"Been wantin' to do that all damn day. I hate this sneakin' around crap," He scoffs. "Fuckin' stupid, we're both adults."

"Aw come on, it's not so bad Arthur...The sneaking around is kinda fun..."

"I guess so...I don't know, I'm gettin' real tired of not bein' able to kiss you goodbye, or havin' to hide behind the wagons just to tell ya I love ya. I shouldn't have to hide it like I'm embarrassed."

"I know..."

You give a sigh and lean into him.

"It sucks, I know it does, I know. The sneaking is fun, but...I know what you mean. We should be sharing a tent by now, instead of trying not to be caught."

He gives you a grunt in response, placing his chin on your head.

"How can we be sure that Hosea wouldn't approve of us?"

His voice comes out a little strained. Acting as though he didn't already know the answer.

"C'mon Arthur..."

You sigh again and move so you can look him in the eye properly.

"You know he won't. Hell, he sees us slightly too close to one another and he loses his mind, he stares you down. You know it, you see it."

"I know..."

He grumbles.

"I need to spend more time with you though Darlin' I do. I NEED to."

He pauses for a moment

"We have to at least take a trip together soon, I mean...either that or we just gotta stop carin' about what Hosea thinks. Don't get me wrong I love 'em, I do, but I love you more."

"I love you too..."

The two of you are silent for a few moments, comfortably leaning against one another in the darkened part of the woods, it's late, both of you know that, and both of you know that you should probably be getting to sleep.

But it's been a long day. A long week even, the two of you haven't had nearly as much time together as you would have liked.

"You think maybe I could sneak you into my tent?"

Arthur's voice breaks the silence, quietly, barely there.

"Jus' tonight, please?"

"Arthur, you know dad'll see us."

"No, look I can leave tomorrow before you, leave the flaps down, no one'll go in there, then you just gotta go out towards the side instead of the front, go around the back of the wagon."

You chuckle a little at his enthusiasm, he never fails to make you smile. He's so obviously, deeply in love with you that it's hard to say no to him.

"Alright....alright, okay, we'll try. He should be asleep by now, it's just the others we have to worry about."

"They ain't gonna say anythin'."

You look at him and give a confused look, though your smile never wavers.

"How do you know?"

"They won't cause if they do, it's me they have to deal with, not Hosea."

His voice lowers slightly, and you watch as that look comes over his eyes. You've seen it before, you know what it means.

"Jesus Arthur, would you quit that, you..."

Your face heats quickly and you look away from him. Of course he was attempting to be threatening, but to you, it just seemed...attractive more so than threatening.

He knew that.

"Why Sweetheart...somethin' gettin' into that head of yours?"

"Shut it, you know what it does-"

"Absolutely I do, why you think I'm doin' it?"

He laughs but leans in and kisses your temple before starts to lead you back towards camp.

"C'mon, let's sneak you in."

He ushers you forwards, and the two of you stop at the edge of camp to see who's up, but luckily it seems that mostly everyone is sleeping.

He then leads you around the edge of Clemmons Point until the both of you get to his tent, the moment the both of you are in he closes the flaps up and gives the two of you some privacy. It seemed like the two of you had gotten away with it. Or at least no one had called out to you.

In the dim light of his lantern the two of you share a smile and there's a look in his eyes that you know means you'll be playing the quiet game tonight.

.....

Morning seems to come faster than you would have liked it to, the time spent with Arthur never seemed to be enough, so when you wake up in the early morning you decide to just burrow further into his bare chest.

It earns a quiet grumble from him as he pulls you closer to him, he's awake, you can tell he is, but he stays silent. The only way you know he's awake is the fact that his hand can't stay away from your ass.

"Didn't you have enough last night?"

You mumble but there's a smile on your face as you adjust, throwing a leg over his hip.

"Ain't never 'nough with you."

It comes out as a grumble and he moves to your thigh, gripping it tightly as he pulls it even further over his hip.

He buries his head in your neck and kisses there. As much as he seems to try and rile you up the kiss is soft, more sweet than anything.

"C'mon Darlin'...this could be every mornin'..."

He yawns and shifts himself, trying to wake up a little more.

"We gotta tell him at some point anyhow..."

"I know..."

You huff and move your hand to his hair, gently massaging his scalp, it's nearly instinct.

"I just...I don't know what he'll think, what he'll do...."

"C'mon, it's me. I know it probably ain't what he wants but...He loves me, he knows me...you could be screwin' Bill behind doors."

He stops a moment.

"Shut up Arthur, it is not-"

"I dunno about that, seems kinda dumb to me."

You roll your eyes and laugh before you kiss the top of his head. You're about to open your mouth to try and come up with an idea on what to tell your father when the tent flap opens.

You and Arthur move simultaneously to look and see who's standing there only to have your eyes go wide.

You're leaning backwards, your head turned over your shoulder to look, and you suddenly wish that you could disappear.

Hosea stands at the opening of the tent, his mouth open as though he'd gone to say something and then he'd noticed.

"Hosea, I can explain-"

Arthur starts, he moves, and gently puts his hand on your back to push you towards the wall so that you can stay covered.

"I don't want to hear it!"

Hosea puts his hand out, as though he's trying to block it all from view.

"Get dressed! Both of you!"

He leaves, dropping the tent flap and leaving the two of you alone.

"Shit..."

"Shit's fuckin' right..."

Arthur sighs and plops back down on the cot, covering his eyes with one hand.

The two of you take a moment, sitting in silence. wondering what the hell you'd say.

This silence continues as the two of you go to dress, once the two of you are done Arthur reaches for your hand, taking it quietly as both of you leave the tent.

Hosea stands right outside, and the both of you give one another a look of shame.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing!?"

Hosea nearly yells, it's such a difference from his usual calm demeanor, you've rarely seen your father so mad.

"Hosea, c'mon..."

Arthur mumbles.

"Can't we talk about this outside of camp?"

Hosea takes a deep breath and then nods, and the three of you begin your trudge towards the edge of camp. It's there that Hosea stands with his arms crossed waiting.

"Explain yourselves."

"Hosea-"

"No, Y/N, you first."

"Dad..."

You swallow and look to Arthur and then to Hosea.

"I love him. I mean that. I love him, and I have for a very long time, and he loves me. I know he does. It's not just...it's not just a one time thing, it means something-"

"How long."

"About a year."

A silence falls over the three of you. Hosea's face seems unreadable.

His eyes close and he gives a deep breath, exhaling heavily.

"Arthur."

Hosea opens his eyes and looks towards him, his jaw clenched.

"If anything happens to them, emotional or otherwise, I'm going to hold you accountable, and you WILL NOT like me. You understand me?"

"I do Hosea, you know me. I'm not gonna let anything happen to them. Never."

Hosea doesn't seem exactly...pleased with this answer, but he seems to accpet it.

"Don't EVER let me catch you two like that again."

"You didn't knock-"

"Shut up Arthur."

Arthur clamps his jaw shut and swallows, but there's a look a defiance in his eyes.

Hosea looks at the two of you for a moment longer and then walks away without another word.

The two of you, now alone, look at each other and give a relieved sigh.

"I guess...I mean he knows now at least."

"I have a feeling he's gonna make your life a living hell for a while Arthur-"

"Yeah..."

He breathes.

"More than likely."

[neetily]

Omg you're back? Welcome back! I hope things have settled a bit for and that you're safe now!

And you have requests open? Would it be possible if I could request something soft and sweet with Sam, since IIRC he's your favourite? So happy to have you back, please take your time!

hi love!! its me, im back :D yippeee!!! everything is A OK for me again, thank you for asking! requests are open so that i can get comfortable with writing again, because it's been a while... so please excuse me if im a bit rusty!!

u never specified if u wanted smut to be included or not, so i hope just a little bit of teasing is okay since i tried to focus mostly on the soft n sweet aspect of ur request <3

thank u for the baby boy sam request, i miss him so </3 also sorry this took me a minute to complete, you'll see why at the end :D !! there's a surprise...

— ✧ warnings: established relationship, lewd, teasing, the morning after, more fluff than smut, smut implications — ✧ rating: fluff, smut 18+ — ✧ word count: 1,798

The best part about rearranging your guts the night before is not when you sobbed his name over and over again all whiny and needy, clawing at his back for a break as your hole milked him completely empty, causing his hips to twitch and stutter against you in a seeking of more of that good feeling. Nor is it getting to see your sloppy cunt utterly coated in his cum, glassy eyes glued between your legs to watch thick globs of it drip out of you and onto the sheets below to leave em all sticky and stained. And it's not the way you kept begging for him to continue, leaving him all dizzy and light-headed in love, a mess of a man with his cock all coated in cum. So cute when you're so needy for him like that, he can never deny you. But no, it's not any of those things. Although, there are many more things he loves when it comes to fucking your shape into the very same mattress you sleepily doze on right now, his absolute favourite part of it all just has to be when he wakes up right by your side the morning after.

All sleepy and heavy, removing his dead arm out from under your neck so that he can stretch the tiredness out from his bones without disturbing you too much. This, the peaceful look on your face, the messy head of bed hair, the slow and methodical rise and fall of your chest as you snooze silently next to him... This is his favourite thing in the whole wide world. Soft and sleepy, he's so in love with the vulnerability you so willing show him after nights like last night. He yawns with the warm morning sun kissing his skin, rubbing the sleep from his eyes only to witness the way the yellow hue turns you all golden and fuckin' pretty too. He wonders if he looks the same, then quickly decides it doesn't matter.

Not when he's sure that you're the prettiest thing in the world— it's no question.

He loves fucking you, absolutely. But spending lazing mornings in the big old farmhouse with you huddled under the sheets with him is the best. Nothing can ever hope to compare, his chest tight with some sort of homesickness the only your fluttering awake eyelashes can cure. Maybe he yawned too loudly.

"Mornin'." He rasps at you, sleep still yet lacing his voice with how hoarse it is— certainly couldn't be from how high pitched his whines got last night, right? "How d'ya feel?"

Honestly, he wouldn't mind if you just never answered him. Left him hanging in a state of heaven, instead allowing him all the time in the world to simply stare, to gaze upon your waking features, his heart skipping a beat every now and then when he realises just how lucky he truly is. Him? Waking up with the love of his life in the same bed? A luxury few have, surely. And one he secretly promises to himself not to take for granted.

But he's just so pathetically in love with you, he can't bear the thought of not checking in on you. Especially considering how rough last night was for the both of you, his body still feels the extra exhaustion you had him exert in an effort to make you cum again. And again, and again. Even after stretching as hard as he could! And even if he took the time to look after you immediately following last night, washing you up and cradling you in his arms with whispered sweet nothings down your ear, he wants to check in with you again. Something about hey, I love you. Let me look after you. Forever and ever. Even in the safe morning. Under the soft sheets. Rely on me, okay?

Because at the end of the day that's all he wants. All he ever strives for, really. Cooing softly at you when you mimic his earlier actions of yawning and stretching, giving you the space you need to properly wake up before answering his confession of adoration.

"Good." You smile at him, and not even the pleasant birdsong that fills the morning air has him cheesing as much as the sound of your voice does. Unable to hide his affections even a little, flashing you a toothy grin from his side of the bed with a followed good behind your own.

"Really good, actually." You giggle at him, all cute and shit— fuck. It's fuckin' stupid just how down bad he is for you, how the mere thought of your knowing laughter is enough to have his cheeks heating up in understanding; last night was pretty fun, huh? The worry burrowed deep in his tummy as he drifted off to sleep last night was for naught it seems. You look good this morning, facing him with as much warmth as the sun bathes you in— he thinks of you as his own personal sunshine.

And he wishes he could stay like this forever. All warm and fuzzy, doting upon you with flicks of his gaze, up and down your half covered frame— he can see the tip of your shoulders from behind blankets, still bare from last nights fuck, and his fingers itch to reach out to tickle gently. Lovingly. Oh, to be so in love... He couldn't stop looking at you even if he tried. So sick with it, actually. Embarrassingly whipped for you he can do nothing but adore.

At least, that is until you ruin the blissful moment. But even then, he can't muster up enough willpower to be mad at you, in spite of the memory your words conjure up.

"Do you remember our first time together?"

Automatically, a grunt escapes him. Followed by an intense eye roll as he flips onto his back, an arm coming up to hide his expression from your view as you giggle away to yourself. Of course.

Of fucking course he remembers the first night he spent with you in bed, remembers how fucking awkward it was to experience, never mind relive in such a wonderful morning. The recollection of how his mom for some fuckin' reason just had to show her face that night, forcing him to hide you under his sheets in a frenzied panic. "Don't— fuck—" He bursts into laughter at himself, how he had been so afraid about fucking up that he somehow ended up performing far worse than he ever thought possible, his cheeks heated at the memory of how the night unfortunately went. He can't remember how many times he's apologised for such a lacking first time performance, and yet his chest tugs for one more. Because you deserve it. "I'm still so, so fuckin' sorry 'bout that—" He huffs out more laughter in between his words, squeezing his bare arm against his eyes as if doing so would somehow push out the shameful memories from his mind.

So embarrassing to be an adult, and yet still under his mothers roof. Prompting you into hiding, something he never wants to do to you ever again, eager to show the world just how much he worships the very ground you walk upon instead. In part because you so graciously accepted his sorries, allowed him a second chance to show you exactly how much he loves you— because that first time in his old childhood bed was not his best display of... Well, anything.

Endurance, capability, dependability. God, he barely lasted more than a couple of minutes if he remembers correctly, too busy focusing on how warm and wet and fuckin' tight you were, how much you wanted him too; it was too much for him to bear at the time! And, he's sure, that if he hadn't been able to undress as quick as he did under his sheets all that time ago, he'd have came in his pants from just some light petting from you.

So really, he did better than most, he thinks. And yet still...

"Course I remember," He sighs, hot and heavy at the remembrance you've brought upon him this morning, rolling onto his tummy to look at you from the side now that he's flipped through the awful memory book and can finally face you again with resolve. "Remember wantin' t'make it up t'ya," He mumbles, pushing air out through his nose in thought. "I remember desperately tryin' again 'n again, jus' wanted t'make y'feel as good as y'made me feel, babe."

As always, it's what he's wanted to do from day one. Anything to make you smile, to make you feel as loved as you deserve. Which, in part, means gaining some sense of control over his dick so that he can at least please you in bed.

It didn't take him long to learn that though, a slanted smirk pulling on his lips when you hum gently back at him. You were a great teacher, and he always loves listening to you. Anything for you.

"Well..." You trail off into another yawn, and instincts beg him to pull you closer. Enough to have one of his arms drape over your waist, heavy weight keeping you pinned in place for the time being. A reassurance, though he's not sure who it serves. "I think you've just about made it up to me now."

Cheeky, he loves it when you tease him.

"Just about? Last night wasn't enough fr'ya?" He tuts back at you, and yet still his smile remains. Wider, if possible.

"Uh-uh."

You're smiling too, in the morning afterglow, sparkling under the sun. It's how he knows you're joking, nuzzling against the pillows sheepishly.

It takes him a moment to think of what to say, sleepy mind struggling to work through the haze your impish words place upon him. But he gets there, eventually. "Just you wait till tonight," He removes his arm from you, a small punishment for pushing his buttons— except it's not really a punishment, he knows you've got to start working on the farm soon enough, and it's his words that'll be really punishing you. "Will show ya just how much better I am. Promise."

You'll be thinking about it all day now, right? Even as he rests easily in your shared bed, under the golden glow while you toil away on the land. Not that he's any better, offering the sheets miniscule little humps of morning wood to ease the tension in his tummy.

He means it. He really loves you, and he intends on showing you that fact forever and ever. Even if you're just joking, he doesn't want to take any chances. Not when it concerns the love of his life.

[bee-birb]

compiled my thoughts whilst watching sonic prime s3, shes a doozy

WATCHING IT

he ate shit again :3

AHHHH THEY HELD HANDS (for half a second to propel forward) BUT STILL

shadow COUGHING??? he can get HURT??? nah he just fell

HE ATE SHIT AGAIN I LOVE THIS SONIC

🎶there goes hawaii, there-ere goes hawaii🎵 🎵there goes hawaii, the island is gone🎶

THE FIGHT CHOREOGRAPHY IS GORGEOUS

THE LITTLE DETAILS AHHHH LIKE TEHIR EYES MOVING AND EARS AND SHADOWS CHEST FUR MOVES WHEN HE BREATHES AHHHH SO GOOD

BIRDIE GO BRRRR

times sonic has eaten shit this season: 4

nine: “i hate chili dogs!” sonic: dramatic and wounded gasp

I need to get this off my chest why does sonic slap his ass as a taunt ive seen it in prime and ive seen in in x, this is a recurring theme and i am wtfing at it, why does sonic have a thing for smackin his ass as a taunt? idk but its fuckin hilarious, your ass is not that juicy it is not tempting, save the ass slapping for the bedroom you blue gumball son of a bitch, Sonic you have flat ass syndrome stop

DYING ONE OF THE BIGS JUST GOT SPINDASHED AND LOST HIS MEMORY AND STARTED TALKING BRITISH THIS WAS NEVER RESOLVED WHAT THE FUCK, DAMNIT NOW I HAVE TO HATE PIRATE BIG CUZ HES FUCKIN BRITISH

GIANT BIG HAHAHAHAHA GIANT BIG ROBOT SOBS HES JUST A GUY HE DOESNT DESERVE TO BE MADE A ROBOT DOUBLE WHO SHITS FROGGIE NUKES

where the FUCK is sonics boyfriend you cant hide in the crater the entire climax battle dumbass getchyo gay striped glutes out here and save you bf

bro got hit with a bomb and SURVIVED

SCREAMS AT THE GAY IDIOTS IN THE CREVICE DOING GAY SHIT LIKE SMASHING EACH OTHER GAYYYY

LMAO SHADOW ACTUALLY SMILED, granted, he was talking about “smashing hordes of sonics” (probably about destroying them but it was offcamera so we’ll never know) IT WAS SO CUTE

i also need 4 rocks, 80 ft of vine, and a time machine

times sonic has eaten shit this season: 6

the gang is not impressed by sonics bf

there goes hawaii, there-there goes hawaii, there goes hawaii, the island is gone pt 2

gonna draw this stupidhead 🫶

THE LIL NODS I AM SCREAMING

me when 6 identical copies of me attack my boyfriend (its kinda hot)

"AAAAAHHAAAHHAAAA! aaaahhhaaaahhh! splat."

YUHHH STEP ON YOUR BOYFRIEND AGAIN thats like what the 4th time???

renegade knux makes the best faces ngl like his expressions are top tier

shadow has not been onscreen in 10 minutes give me more of the edgy swifty, THE KING HAS RETURNED

SHADOW NODDING WHEN SONIC SACRIFICES HIMSELF HE KNOWS AHHHHH THE FUCKING NODS I AM SCREAMING THEY ARE COMMUNICATING WITHOUT WORDS LOSING MY MARBLES GOING KOOKY SCREAMING

OMGOMGOMG WHEN SONIC IS SAYING HOW HES GONNA SACRIFICE HIMSELF AND HE SAYS "If I do this" AND SHADOWS FISTS TIGHTEN HE CARES IM NOT CRAZY BUT IM SURE NOT NORMAL

CRYING he still has a smile as hes going to fucking DIE AHHHHH SCREAMING

ahhh the gateways are the shape of the shards

HE FUCKING SMILES AS HES ABOUT TO GET THE LIFE SUCKED OUT OF HIM HIS LITERAL GLUE HOLDING HIS ATOMS TOGETHER WILL BE SLURPED LIKE SPAGHETTI THROUGH A STRAW AND THIS INSUFFERABLE SELF SACRIFICING IDIOT IS SMILING IM GOING TO COMMIT SEVERAL WAR CRIMES

HIS FISTS TIGHTEN AGAIN WHEN THE MACHINE TURNS ON IM LOSING MY GRIP ON REALITY

AHHHHHHHHH THE FUCKING DROOP THE REACH SCREAMS IN AGONY THE HOPE IN HIS EYES AND HOW HE REACHES UP TO HELP- HE DROPS IT HIS EARS DROOP HES SAD AND LOSES LIGHT AND HIS EYES OH HIS EYES SPEAK MULTITUDES

old man soccer

HE STAYS BEHIND WHILE THE RESISTANCE FIGHTS THE CC SO HE CAN MAKE SURE SONIC DOESNT EAT SHIT WHILE HES BREAKING APART AT THE SEAMS

gay ass hand on hip side lean, fucking queer

OMGGGGG RUSTY KEPT THE GRIM ROSE HAMMER CACKLES SHE WILL BECOME AN EVEN BETTER WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION

HIS FISTSSSSS THEY CLENCH WHEN SONIC IS LIKE DYING ON THE SHIPPPP

hA the sisters rose are FAILING now his bf gets to save his blue gumball ass

HE LOOKS SO SAD WHEN SONIC FAINTS GEDGIYFVJITWSGHIFE

BRO IS FUCKING TRANSPARENT SIR WHO GAVE YOU THE PERMISSION TO BE SO LOW OPACITY YOUR ATOMS ARE SLINGING AWAY FROM YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS FASTER THAN IF YOU WERE RADON YOU SELF DESTRUCTIVE IMBECILE

THE FUCKING NODS I CANTTTTTT

SONIC SMILES HES SO HAPPY TO SEE SHADS ON THE PRISM

lol rock gone get rekt eggbreath

HE DOES LITTKE EAR WIGGLES AHHH SO CUTE

you have 13 seconds before the island fucking explodes you hot topic wannabe and you blue gumball son of a bitch. you have done nothing but destroy my life, i hope you both die.

SCREAMS IT IS BEAUTIFUL EXCELLENT ENDING 10/10 WHERE THE FUCK DID SHADOW GO WITH THE THING IDC ITS BEAUTIFUL CRYING WHERES MY FANFIC

[amayzingmayzie]

Sometimes I think about my Starlight Express song opinions so here they are:

(PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM AMERICAN SO I CAN ONLY WORK WITH SO MUCH)

Rolling Stock makes me feel manly- something about it makes me wanna pump some fucking iron

Call Me Rusty is adorable and is a better introduction to Rusty than Crazy. Call Me Rusty points out his stubbornness and willpower to win, while also showing that the coaches show genuine concern to his condition and don't just go "man this kid is fuckin insane"

If you think I Got Me is "too empowering," You're weird. I understand thinking it's a little odd for setting up Dinah's character, but there's a difference between that and "oh the women are too independent." I think my biggest problem with I Got Me is that there are not coach intros.

I like Lotta Locomotion for what its worth. It's just a cute lil intro song

Whole Lotta Locomotion- wheeeew- it's certainly... a song! It tries so hard to be girlboss-y but fails lyricwise and makes them even more dependent on men- but Im not gonna lie and say I hate it because Jesus it's catchy-

FREIGHT IS GOOD, YALL ARE JUST MEAN- I specifically like the one version from London 1992 where the coaches ARE BRUTAL FOR NO REASON- Also, versions without CB suck ass

AC/DC is at its best when Electra is an over-the-top diva and the components MUST eat it up.

Pumping Iron makes me feel so ungodly feminine (I wonder which part I sing) AND I LOVE IT. I LOVE FEELING FEMININE. I especially love when Greaseball is super snarky and flirtatious.

He'll Whistle At Me puts me to sleep. Make Up My Heart is beautiful. He Whistled At Me is terrible narrative-wise but MAN OH MAN DOES IT MAKE ME FEEL GIRLY

Coda of Freight is REALLY REALLY GOOD????

There's Me is adorbs and I. MISS. IT.

Poppa's Blues is a banger, yall are just haters. Also, hot take, but Poppa should NEVER be white.

Belle may not have much of a purpose in terms of the story, but jeez, her voice is beautiful. I love Belle so much.

I am a Rap enthusiast, so I have to give you my opinions on all of them. Hey You is a classic and it was my first Rap. It sounds so silly and Electra makes me giggle every time. Check It Out is so stupid but WOW IS ELECTRA GAY- I love the beat too. What Time Is It is so extremely CAMPY but I have a soft spot for it- The only version of Own It, Nail it that I have is the 2017 London workshop, and that one was almost a carbon copy of Check It Out. BORING.

UNCOUPLED is always such a sweet song. I HAVE A GRIPE WITH PEOPLE WHO MAKE DINAH SO MF SOUTHERN. Like, I get it, but don't give her a HUGE accent. See Jane Krakowski.

Girls Rolling Stock makes me feel so girlboss.

CB (or Wide Smile) is a mf bop and a masterpiece

Right Place, Right Time makes me jam out hard

The beginning of He Whistled At Me Reprise makes me so sad- DUSTIN QUIT CRYIN BOY!

Dinahs Disco is so slay and Electra is such a prissy princess-

"CB! CB! YOU GOTTA HELP ME IN THE FINAL SEEECTIOOOON"

One Rock N Roll Too Many makes me lowkey sad- but my god is it funny-

Only He is a masterpiece. BUT... NEXT TIME YOU FALL IN LOOOOOOOVE IT BETTER BE WITH ME THE WAY IT USED TO BE BACK THEN WAS WHEN WE TOUCHED THE STARLIIIIGHT-

Next Time You Fall In Love makes no sense to me lyric-wise but the song slaps

"I love it when romance occurs on the railroad"

The Megamix my beloved

So, tell me what you think! Do you agree? Disagree?

[angelwolf985]

finished watching supernatural s1-15 in 3 months! here are my opinions on the finale!

(warning: probably unintelligible, and very ranty) (+ obvious spoiler warning)

episode 18 was fuckin emaculate. genuinly. it was amazing. the one thing i didnt like about it was how it jumped about, same with 19.( i dont blame them for it tho, it makes sense with the story, i just didnt really love it.) 19 was good for the most part and served as a decent ending but was missing castiel and eileen (mention + presence) which sucked but what can you expect yk,,

episode 20. i have. so many issues with episode 20. WHY DID THEY EVEN????? LIKE TWO MENTIONS OF CAS, NO MENTION OF EILEEN, DEAN FUCKING DIEING, SAMS WIG, ???HEAVEN BEING LACKLUSTER???? it was so. just disappointing. cuz it could've been great. the end part of 20 was the only good part (jared and jensen signing off of the show). the show should've ended on 19 tbh. thats how im seeing it anyway. in my mind thats where it ended, but like, with cas and eileen back.

what i really disliked:

deans death. im pretty sure everyone hated that. and the whole like thing of him dying was really,, sorta,, weird? like; why did it go on so long?? did it happen bc he doesnt have god given plot armor anymore or was it just cuz?did jack see it? how did he feel about it? did he care or did he be all omniscient because he became god?? how did he survive that long? logistically? there was a fucking rusty rebar thing IN HIS SPINE (or like RIGHT NEXT TO IT??). WOULD THAT NOT?? PARALYZE?? OR WORSE???. and, im sorry, but i hated the forehead touch. it felt weird man. i get that they were close but,, not that close? even when they were more unhealthily codependent they wouldn't have done that. i think so anyway. i dunno. also. DEAN HAS SHOWN MULTIPLE TIMES AND IM SURE THE WRITERS WERE OVERTLY AWARE THAT DEAN DID NOT WANT TO DIE ON THE JOB. HE WANTED TO RETIRE WITH SAM AND CAS. ALWAYS WANTED THAT. he often said shit like "we're gonna die on the job, draw the short stick, thats just how it is, how its gonna end for us." (mixing quotes from the top of my head so, not exact) which he clearly thought would happen because pessimism but he NEVER wanted that. for HIMSELF or SAM. dean dying in this episode IS A CRITICAL DISSERVICE TO HIS CHARACTER.

sams mystery wife and (non mystery) child. BLURRY FACE WIFE. WHY IS SHE. WHY. also- how did he recover (seemingly) so quickly? i mean- if he really believed dean was gone FOREVER. when death hasnt meant forever in forever, how would he be so okay? idk. also, idk why, but sam having a kid seems very bizzare. could just be me. also. where tf is eileen. is she the blurry face wife? why would they do that if yes? (could be a load or reasons, either way they couldve like, said it was eileen, if it was supposed to,, idk,,,)

one or two mentions of castiel. did the writers just forget his CHARACTER IMPORTANCE?!?!? HES SO IMPORTANT TO THE STORY??? HE GRIPPED DEAN TIGHT AND RAISED HIM FROM PERDITION. HE LOVED DEAN. DEAN (INARGUABLY) LOVED HIM BACK. he (castiel) deserved SO. much better. my friend who has watched spn since she was a baby AGREES WITH ME. i GRRR I GRR I GRRR!!!! cas not being in this episode is such an aggravating disservice to his character. he deserved more. the fans deserved more.

alright im done ranting now. may add more on later. im gonna go rewatch the show and read fix it fics.

[greenhills-bluedevil]

GUESS WHO WATCHED SONIC PRIME FINALLY GOD DAMN

rambles under the cut

RUSTY ROSE IS SO FUCKIN COOOOOL MAN IM GAYYY

AND THE KNUXOUGE IS SO POWERFULLLLLL

OOOOOOOOO

ITS SO FUCKIN GOOD AAAAAAAAAA

[whorangecassidy]

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[narcosmx]

make up sex with benjamin arellano-felix woud include...

author's note: oh it's the dad shorts for me. this was an old request i started while i was waiting for new ones but lets fuckin do it

so i really imagine benjamin doing literally everything and anything to avoid fighting with you

you're the only sense of calm and stability in his fucking life plus you suck his dick this man is not stupid he's going to keep you happy

b ut especially the 3rd season you see benjmain under a fuck ton of stress

so that chips away at his patience all of which he reserves for you

and i just okay he's having one of his crazy fucking days; things are going wrong, more and more money needs to be spent, ramon probably fucked something up, the sinaloenses are simply existing within a 300 mile radius of him, barron is drinkng water on company time lol

so he's in the house, just silently stewing in his big chair lol and that's when you come in

i'm imagining you coming back from shopping; it can be clothes shopping and you're excited to show him what you got him or like grocery shopping and chirping about what you're making for dinner or like showing him that mangos are back in season and you picked him up some because you know how much he loves it

you just filling the house with your happy voice and benjamin just snaps

it's not a big show like ramon would do, but that may make it sting even more

"shingado , puedo tener un segundo de silencio en mi propia puta casa"

and see now this could go one of two ways and it depends on the kind of person you are

there could be an immediate flight/freeze reaction right, shutting up automatically, benjamin turning around to look at you and being like F U C K

you just shaking your head, leaving the shit on the table and being like "sabes que, 'sta bien. puedes tener todo el silencio que quieres mi amor" and you just fucking turn on your heel and leave whether it be because you don't want to deal with him right now or because you know that he needs space and to stew in his guilt

or it can go into straight up fight more right like " a mi no se habla asi, no soy uno de tus pinche brutos en nuestra casa me vas a respetar hijo de la chingada"

i'm literally shouting could you imagine and benjamin is standing up and you fucking square his ass up, standing these with crossed arms like who the actUAL FUCK do you think you're talking to

could you imagine fucking storming off and telling enedina about what the fuck he just said

the absolute hell fire that he would have to pay when dina chews his fucking ass out for this. could you imagine

"ahora si lo cagaste, pendejo. y quien te crees hablandole asi a tu mujer... "

anyways whatever you choose i see you fucking leaving the situation whether it be cussing or icing him out

you coming back i can just imagine you fuming being ready to be like bitch get the fuck out of here you're not pushing me out of my house

and you coming back and benjamin is pacing back and forth in the living room wringing his hands together

"mi vida... mi vida perdoname" i just benjamin a little glossy eyes, hesitant to touch you without permission

i'm just this bitch is ready to get on his knees and shamelessly beg you to forgive him

you offering your hand to him cautiously and he's automatically taking it and kissing your hand

"you are my entire life, mi amor" meekly trying to pull you closer "im sorry that i lost sight of that today" whispering

i just "s h ow me how sorry you are" a H H H

him being a little confused at first an d you just doubling down i'm dead "if you're so sorry then show me, que soy la reina"

i just benjamin is so slow in processing this, he's like do i need to give you money???? what do you want....

and then he's like oHhHHHH

and you're like yeah dipshit

i just i'm RUSTY OKAY LET'S GET BACK IN THIS NSFW MODE

okay idek how to start this but i have this image of like benjamin eating you out and he's coming up looking at you with these puppy eyes and gonna say something

an d you just shove his head back down i mean gently but you're pushing him back down against you

FUCKER not even fighting, gets even more into it because he knows you don't want to hear him blubber about how sorry or how much he loves you

and this bitch aint no quitter, i think benjamin goes for a lot more of the sucking, vibrations, suckling, light biting as opposed to like straight licking or tongue fucking (feel like that's more mon's thing you know"

this man will not be satisfied until you've cum at least i'm going to say 2-3 times i mean

i'm just imagining him cleaning you up completely each time, kissing along your thighs while you catch your breath...

min likes leaving marks only he will be able to see, so inside of thigh bite marks are chefs kisses

won't even think about getting on top of you until you're like pulling him on to you

and as i've always said, benjamin has studied your body... he knows exactly how you like his strokes, exactly how you like the way he sucks on your nipple or like the way he grips onto your hips when he's hitting the spot

i just he's nt satisfied until your eyes are rolling into the back of your head

i just when benjamin has sex i swear the last thing he worries about is getting himself off

he knows the second he lets himself focus on how good you feel around him he's going to finish

i just benjamin is not satisfied until you're literally a shaking mess and he gets to lay next to you and hold you and sh sh sh you as he pets your hair

nuzzling into his chest and i just "mm si me das asi de duro mañana, i´ll think about forgiving you

i just exasperated laugh benjamin :(

[machinegunbun]

oh my god i just came up with this concept: you’re giving pete head and colson happens to randomly face time pete and instead of telling you to stop he answers the phone and basically shows you off

YES YES ok im a little rusty but hey

Freaky Fuck | Pete Davidson

tw?:smut, a dash of semi-public sex.

word count:690 (nice)

Your eyes flutter open slowly, gaze trailing up to take in the ethereal sight of your boyfriend enjoying the blowjob you’re giving him. His eyes clamped shut, mouth slightly agape, small moans slipping past his plump lips every time your tongue would slide across his tip.

Breathing through your nose, you tried taking him deeper this time. Your lips sliding across his length, suppressing a gag as he hits the back of your throat.

You loved giving Pete blowjobs, there was something so hot about focusing on a mans pleasure when you know he can focus on yours. Blowing him like you’re begging him to give it to you hard, like you have to prove yourself to him. His tattooed hands coming forward to wrap your hair in a rough ponytail. 

You thought of what he might do to you when he was done, if you would get his fingers or his tongue, or maybe just his raw dick. Your spit and juices mixing with his precum as he pounded you relentlessly. How you would feel your tummy tighten as he rubbed at your clit, whimpering out that you’re about to cum, how he would lean down and groan in your ear “good girl.”

Or maybe he would be tired from his first orgasm and you’d have to ride him, begging him to please let you cum.

Well, of course he would always make sure you came, if not edging you a bit first, but you liked to beg for it. It made you feel submissive to him, like your pleasure was in his hands. Like you weren’t worthy of an orgasm on his beautiful cock. 

You were kicked out of your trance by the sound of a phone ringing, your eyes snapping open just soon enough to catch Pete reaching over to grab his phone. Pete took a moment to read the contact before presumably hanging up, your actions hastily continuing. 

“Oh shit.” A laugh came through the phone, a laugh you’d know anywhere. You’d heard it enough whenever Pete and Colson would call to catch up on whatever stupid thing the other had done.

You weren’t sure if Pete had expected you to be embarrassed, or if he just thought it was hot, but either way you continued to pump and suck him like you were going for first prize. You didn’t mind a little audience.

“Fuck,” he moans “look at how she’s working me. Feels so fuckin’ good.”

Looking up through your lashes at the camera, you tried your best to look sexy. Well, as sexy as you could with a dick down your throat. It was clearly doing something for Pete as you could feel his breathing quicken and his cock begin to throb in your mouth. Humming against him, your actions sped up as your confidence grew, eyes locked on the way his face contorted in pleasure.

“Yeah, suck that shit. I think she’s enjoying it.”

“Yeah?”

“I think she likes being watched,” Petes head hung back to rest on the couch, eyes clamped shut “let him cum on your face.” Colson directs. The camera was facing you, so you couldn’t see Colson, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he was stroking himself beyond the screen. 

With the image in mind you pulled Pete’s hard dick from past your lips, wiping the string of spit out of the air while you jerked him above your face. Pete glanced down at his phone screen, readjusting the position so he was sure Colson had full view of the moment. 

Pete came on your face with a groan, hot spurts on cum landing on your face while you relentlessly jerked him, milking him for all he had. When you were satisfied you brought his tip back up to your lips, swirling your tongue around it and cleaning what was left. His hips jerked up a bit as you suckled at his tip, sliding himself against your tongue.

“She wants more.” Colson snickers, the sound of his spoon hitting a bowl following after.

“Is he... eating cereal?” You ask, Pete laughing a bit as he nods “Freaky fuck.”

[larrythefloridaman]

Been rewatching bits and pieces of cpuk season one for fun and taking notes of funny stuff we dont talk about much in the discord and thinking abt it in the context of later seasons/information and its very fun. This is stuff from 1-5 (will likely update as i get further in this partial rewatch, under readmore for spoilers of later parts of the series and keeping the post short)

Hamhel and dadondorf apparently taught jimbo 'butt/butts' is a swear word but 'fuck' isnt. Jimbo is really interested in music as we know but also distinctly very bad at it. Jimbo's biological parents are dead, but left him a LOT of money and as a result spending too much money on shit he doesn't need became his favorite coping mechanism and, following the divorce, he used up all of his inheritance money and started dipping into the family funds, which is when Dadon and him start having Problems. Jimbo is extremely hamhel's kid neither of them should be trusted with any kind of power. Jimbo, i know you've been through a lot and the dad that was demonstrably better at connecting with you is being Fucked Up And Evil Right Now but honey, the shopping addiction is not gonna make your life any stabler. listen to zzzzzzoey. go to therapy. 'Jimbo tried to summon satan to kill his dad' is a thing thats said. Which. gestures in crimson's general direction. funny. Jimbo is peak 'remember when you were 15 and convinced you were evil and irredeemable but really you were just 15' except at this point hes like, 13 max im pretty sure and also hes Really stupid (affectionate.) (CPUK1)

Dadondorf is personal friends with Cranky Kong. Hamhel claims he threw a match in winners finals against Dad to give him a fighting chance and I think he's full of shit as ever <3 Dadondorf to Jimbo: "I'm sorry, It's just- I know you miss your other dad, but we'll get through this together." bro dont talk to me about to wring hamhel's dumbass neck, you dumb son of a bitch meat man abandoning your family for demonic power to recapture your glory days im gonna KILL Y- hes better now its fine im fine theyre fine. man imagining what the winners finals and championship match between dadon and hamhel at the end of cpuk1 would be like with season 2-3 style voiceacted storytelling has me fucked up. itd kill me i think .

Zzzzzoey's apparently like. 18 years old in cpuk1????? If thats still canonical shes in her fuckin. early 20s now. what the Fuck. more like a cool big sister to Jimbo convincing him to go to therapy and helping him reconcile with his dad like that than a peer. (CPUK1)

Patchman apparently worships some kind of obscure scarecrow harvest god called Scarny, and either his ratspeak was kind of rusty or he genuinely briefly forgot what science was because when he called Zapmouse the work of the devil and Zapmouse corrected him by saying he was a product of science he said he didnt believe in scientology. Zapmouse is explicitly an atheist. Zapmouse also likes to use elaborate threats to get his point across. Zapmouse ended a friendship and threatened to rip out a person's teeth for patronizing him by calling him their pet to explain why they were talking to a rat. (CPUK2)

Grundy, the Grunk's brother, has a confirmed skin, he's represented by the green bowser when they talk about him during the Grunk's intro! He and the Grunk lived in Tennessee, and he's a famous and respected restauranteur specialized in Southern Comfort Food whose critical opinion is so highly respected a bad yelp review from him can tank businesses. He, and I quote, 'sucks.' they talk about grundy so much in the grunk's debut episode it's kinda funny that he's never shown up. They even raise the idea of introducing him as a fighter at some point. although considering his brother died being part of kerfuffle and then he kept doing it and let his son participate too, i dont blame him for not wanting to get involved. People apparently start beef with the Grunk sometimes just for being related to Grundy, considering sauceboss. maybe they just don't. talk anymore. (CPUK4)

Home MD really likes fish and cares about the ocean as an environment, Alfred even throwing out the idea that he wears black in grim remembrance of the Mozilla Oil Spill. i wonder if this interest was present before the time loop or if it developed during. What im asking is what came first hackshifter aquarium dates or home md getting just like really into maintaining his doctors office fish tank as a coping mechanism. Did Larry frequently get into physical altercations with litterers at the beach growing up or is that new. They say Home MD saw Finding Dory and cried. they also, unrelated, say Home is so old he canonically uses internet explorer. Fucking mean to him!!! he's like 25ish at this point in the loop! I know he has the exhaustion in his eyes of a man twice that age but leave him alone!!!!!!! (CPUK4) (Sidenote its so fucking funny to me that even during the home timeloop larry was picking fights with hamhel. He wants to kick that old mans ass so bad but it'll never happen. I think larry greets hamhel every time they meet by trying to put him in a headlock and casually failing. Their weird frenemy relationship is so funny to me)

Firefox is a Mega-Corporation that has its fingers in lots of things, the browser's just the main thing they do. So in the kerfuffleverse mozilla as a company is kinda like google as a company is in the real world. Mozillas dead as hell and Nightly hates his ass and has understandably complicated feelings about family but it's unclear in my memory if he's still like, involved with the company or the rest of his family in any way. Is nightly a disowned out of touch ex-richboy or what (CPUK4)

it is funny that the lowkey bloodlust has been whats stuck about Corn most into the present from her debut. Alfred: "corn really just put a knife to this man's (home md) neck and said 'i'm here to take your blood.'" She craves violence and always has and i respect it (CPUK4)

ICEE was a huge superfan of ICEE who got sponsored as a result of him promoting the brand through his very public love of it abd as such has some amount of unofficial pull with the company. Spriteman is not sponsored. The coca cola company does not want to be associated with Spriteman in any way, shape, or form. his sheer violent feverish devotion to that citrus soft drink is completely fucking unmarketable to them. If cpu kerfuffle wasn't distinctly unaffected by the law he'd probably be getting sued for so aggressively stanning their product in such an intensely unflattering way on a public platform. Also christ in a clown car he was stuck perfect for SO LONG he went perfect between cpuk3 and cpuk4, and didn't recover until cpuk20. This man was in a feral state and not fully in control of himself for a bit under 2 years i think? he is So rusty at being a human. In the first episode he was 'Perfect,' he seemed fairly lucid, which is. Upsetting. because it implies that he slowly lost that lucidity until he was the 's-sprite' stammering beast he was by the time g2 rolled in. 

Yung Papaya's snake exorcist dad was described as being half demon before becoming a snake, and his name is actually Rod. These are some of the only things the snake priest dad remembers from his life before being transformed into a snake aside from his work as an exorcist. I have no additional commentary on this i just think its funny (CPUK5)

The Light Void is, apparently, a void of pure light and an entity that instead of consuming or encompassing things as one might imagine the maw of the void to do, allows things to take of it whatevers needed that it can give. a sort of metaphysical wellspring hammerspace of potential, it sounds like. One of the many odd, complex and multifaceted world-crafting forms of Spectrum's divinity, perhaps? its emissary, corrupted into the cbt demon, is described as having little sentience/autonomy to begin with, so it's tricky to exorcise because it lacks much of a will of its own to free, and doesn't have the capacity to desire to be freed, as it exists to serve whatever purpose its needed for. It can only speak occasionally, and it's very direct and lacks personality. (CPUK5)

In CPUK5's intros, ryan says dan is a geeksquad employee that was Sent Into The Game. Like A Normal Guy From Real Life Literally Sent Into The Video Game. Its compared repeatedly to scooby doo cyberchase. nccts stuff clarifies this is arguably pretty normal for the fighters origins but Dan was literally intentionally isekai'd here from Normal Actual Real Life to help try to deal with hamburger helper. Every Dan Is Explicitly From Another World. Also he seemed like he was having so much genuine fun fighting Al compared to his whole Comedically Tired Cosmically Tormented Everyman thing hes got going on now and also for like the whole rest of his time in even this tournament. Also apparently he fixed icee's ipod once and returned it and all the music was gone except 15 copies of ice ice baby with one under pressure. blows kiss love u dan <3

Alfred: "Alabaster Uppercut has been fighting for 27 years, and dedicated the other two to teaching children how to do the uppercut just like him" oh my god was Al already like 29 when cpuk5 happened. Is Al in his early thirties now. Also he says Al was already very respected and well-known in his home village and he was once ideologically pacifist and only signed up for cpuk because a group of other competitors viciously defamed him and his village and called him a pussy on social media and one of the village kids started getting bullied over it and that's what crossed a line with him, which is interesting. Ya boy loves the fight for the sake of the fun of the fight now but he supposedly used to Very Much Not Like Fighting Pointlessly At All? Originally more of a 'practices a martial art as a meditation and preservation of heritage' kind of guy before discovering The Joys Of Consensual Sportsman's Violence

[spookykittyboo]

Call you by your name.

SUMMARY: Calling bo by his real name with a slight twist at the end.

She was sitting on her bed. She's dreaming of every possible move he could've made deep later that night. She was sitting facing the window with her eyes pointing at the huge box under the window. Her eyes might looked at the mystery box with rusty lock but, her head was far deep into the dark realm of her fantasy. The part where she can sense the wilderness running in her vein. She kept the rythm of him pounding her steady, yet it was harsh and brutal. She saw the pain as pleasure.

Her right eyebrow twitched a little with a little bit of gasp came out of her as she imagine the climax of their show. She shivered of how she imagine him, of the man she knew nothing of was created in her head. Then, she heard the old door of her bedroom being open.

Creak

"Y/N, darlin'." he called to the princess sitting on her bed, in her silk white gown.

She lifter her head a little then turn to met with his "Yes." for a moment there, he was unable to look for anything other than the poor angel sitting down with her legs folded touching her chin. "Oh, look at ya. So beautiful, so fuckin'.... innocent. Oh darlin' you have no goddamn idea with all the things i wanna do to you."

He stood on the side of the bed, to her right. "I- what are you going to do..." she asked with a rather unclear end. He walked to the front of the bed and now he's right in front of her. He chuckled a little seeing the little peek of scared in her eyes. Obviously, her mind was not in the state of where she was before.

It confuses me. He was out in a second and i was in this perfect water, drowning as i wish to the thoughts of being ravish by him. Oh, the rejection i give to him and the pleasure i deny just to fall right to his chest, a tight fistfull of the material of his blue clothe. But now, im just a stuttering sheep that fear for her life, for whatever this man have in his cunning head for me.

A click of his belt filled the entire bedroom, the way it slid off itself out of every loop hole made her chest heavy. Hurting more than a pressed hands to it. She remembered too much of the sound of his belt undoing, was not the best she had. It was the first night and she knew nothing of the room she was kept nor the man that kept calling her his. What a dark night it was.

Now, it was all mixed with a sour pleasure and a lot of stinging arousal. "Look at that face. Yer' gonna do good for me sweetie." he leaned his body towards her, putting his hand to her right side and the other on jer left cheek. She looked down, unsure of what the respond to the word she was about to slip out.

"Oh, what's the problem now darlin'?"

"...Beauregard."

It was a desprate call. She knew somewhere, of somewhat of his real name. "What did ya' just call me?"

"Answer me!" he tightened his grip on her face. She was shook a little for Bo to get a little answer out of her. His eyes were filled with hot fire, burning closer to all over him.

"I asked you a fuckin' questi-"

"Is that how you like to be called? Beauregard."

He felt like he took a step back, to those childhood memory. Not of those where he could feel the burn of his mother cigarette but rather to those where his mom called for him in a soothing voice. Running her finger to his wavy dark hair. "Sweet little Bo."

...

"Beauregard, p-please don't hurt me..." her sweet little ask made the fire turned a lust of a raging man. He took a moment to looked all over her face and see every detail of her eyes. A brown eyes with a little hint of sadness pooling all over it. Now he could see how he would ripped her innocence off, tear her all he want and sink her body deep.

"Nah, ain't gonna hurt you sugar. But i also ain't gonna waste you." he whisper slowly as she held in her cry. His hand was then placed on her stomach, moving his thumb to caress it gently as his mind wander to a more primal imagination "Those babies Vince found will need a momma. And yer' gonna be one for them."

"I-i... i can't."

"Yes... yes you can." he leaned more closer to her, heads touching with each other as she started to went lay on her back. "Now hold still darlin'." he command, his hand left her silk covered stomach and traveled to her left thigh driving it's way up to his heaven. She kept denying of what she's feeling but she knew how intoxicated he is. Beauregard. "Can't have a momma who's a fuckin' virgin."

[ttuesday]

Gimme some Arthur super fluffy BUT add some angst and everyone is scared shitless of him and you’re just like ☺️ and he is like “WHY?! IM SCARY I KILL PPL DAMMIT STOP CRAWLING INTO MY LAP/COT/JACKET AND HUGGING UP ON ME GIRL!!!!”

-ends up giving up bc he secretly loves it and when you try to move his arm just tightens- “ahem.... might as well just fuckin stay ya damn pain in my ass”

“I love you too my grumpy outlaw”

Arthur:

And just like:

STUPID GRIN

It also helps that mid snuggle in a saloon you blew someone’s head off for coming up on him from behind with a knife and THATS when you finally hear

“haha that’s ~my~ girl.” And you implode. Just confetti.

🙃😬😋

honestly this was such an amazing ask, I don’t think I did it the justice it deserves but I tried my best! I haven’t written anything properly in a while so I’m a bit rusty but I definitely had fun doing this one lol. Thanks for the ask <3

Word Count: approx. 1000 

You told Arthur you’d meet him at Smithfield’s Saloon, Valentine’s biggest and most popular watering hole (not that it had much competition). He was unsure of meeting there, considering the last time he was at the saloon it ended with him beating up one of the locals in the middle of the street, but he eventually agreed.

It was a quiet evening in Smithfield’s. A handful of people sat at the different tables and the piano man played a mellow tune while some fellers focused on an intense game of black jack. You leaned against the bar, casually glancing over at the saloon doors every few minutes. Arthur was gone on a job for Strauss so you knew he’d probably be a bit late. You swirled around what was left in your beer bottle before downing it in one. 

“Howdy Miss,” a young, drunken fool (no, it wasn’t Sean) stumbled next to you, trying to smoothly lean against the bar.

“Not interested” you said coldly, in no mood to deal with random drunks. “Hey, c’mon now you don’t even know what I was gonna say” he protested, swaying a little too close to you.

You immediately tensed and snapped “Touch me and you’ll lose your fuckin’ hand”. You really weren’t in the mood. All you wanted was a quiet drink with Arthur, not to be chatted up by some drunk.

“Christ, woman” he swayed backwards. He kept talking but you were no longer listening, instead you focused on your lover entering the saloon. You weren’t the only person who noticed Arthur enter. The man at the piano stopped playing his tune, those seated at the tables went silent and even the bartender stopped cleaning a glass to look up and watch him. For a moment, no one in the saloon moved.

A smile spread across your face as you rushed over to Arthur, throwing your arms around him and burying your face into the crook of his neck. You knew Arthur was hesitant to hug you back, too cautious of the people around ye. You broke away from him just enough to see his face. “I’ve been waiting a while,” you said before giving him a quick peck on the lips “I thought something might have happened”. 

“I’m fine” Arthur dismissed “just had to get some money for Strauss, nothing out of the ordinary”. 

As people in the saloon began to go back to what they were doing before Arthur had entered, you looped your arm around his and ye walked to the bar. Arthur ordered your drinks before noticing how you kept your arm entwined with his. “Ain’t you being very affectionate today” he gave a small chuckle. “Do you have a problem with that?” you asked playfully, leaning up and kissing his jawline.

Arthur picked up the drinks and walked over to a free table, shrugging “I wouldn’t say I have a problem with it”. “Then what is it?” you sat down next to him. “Darlin’ I ain’t a good man” he started his usual speech. You heard it time and time again. He isn’t a good man and he doesn’t deserve a caring, sweet thing like you. “Arthur honey, you know that isn’t true” you replied, sipping at your beer.

He lowered his voice “Do you know how I’ve spent my day so far? I’ve beat up a sick man and for what? A couple of goddamn dollars. Did you not see how everyone in here looked at me when I first came in?”.

You smiled slightly “I thought it was kinda hot how they all looked like they were scared shitless of you”. He rolled his eyes yet you could see a fond smile tug at his lips.

You shifted in the wooden chair you sat on, finding it uncomfortable. You smirked as you tapped Arthur’s foot with your own under the table “That seat taken, cowboy?”. “I’ve just told you I’ve beaten up a sick man and all you’re thinking about is sitting on my lap,” he shook his head but he couldn’t get rid of the smile on his face “unbelievable”.

Giggling, you slid your drink over by Arthur and stood up, ready to move to your new seat. But that’s when the drunken fool from before returned. “I know a real comfy place to sit, Miss” he slurred his words, extending his arm out to grab you. But before he could, you grabbed his arm and yanked it behind his back. Next you pushed him towards the table, his head slamming down next to your drinks. You had subconsciously taken out your hunting knife and held it to the man’s throat. “I thought I warned you a while ago not to bother me” you snapped.

For the second time that evening, the whole saloon went quiet but this time, they were looking at you and not Arthur. Arthur glanced around before subtly placing his hand on your lower back “Alright darlin let’s not give the sheriff a reason to arrest us”

You debated it in your mind whether the kill was worth the hassle of getting the sheriff on your tail. You knew if that happened, Dutch would probably get pissed off too. You sighed and let the man go, placing your knife back into its holster. The man sprang up and nearly tripped over himself in the process. “S-sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to bother you” he stuttered as he went up the stairs and out of sight.

Arthur guided you down to his lap. “That’s m’girl, always ready to fight at a moment’s notice” he praised as you got comfortable, wrapping your arm around his broad shoulders. “You sure you want me sitting on a big bad outlaw’s lap?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. Arthur snaked his hand around your waist, holding you close “I guess I can allow it this time”.

You went to give him a quick kiss on the lips but Arthur immediately deepened it, running his tongue along your bottom lip before slowly pushing into your mouth. Momentarily pulling away, you grinned “I think we should rent a room tonight”. “That sounds like a great idea” Arthur agreed before kissing you deeply again.