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Angie gasped when she saw Stan’s new colors, “Banjo! We match!”

Introducing Shiny Banjo!

Yesterday @thelastspeecher and I decided that in the Banjo twins au were Angie and Stan both got de-aged, that when Ford comes to visit the first time he brings an experiment with him to work on. Stan plays a prank on Ford, the experiment chemicals spill on Banjo by accident, and now Stan looks a bit more like a Mcgucket than he used to.

To explain why this would happen, the experiment Ford brought with him from school was one to create a perfect disguise. Watching shows it seemed to Ford that they always ended with someone realizing it was hair dye or pulling of the mask no matter how perfect. So he decided to create a chemical that could change a persons DNA in such a way that their looks changed to someone else, and could only be changed back by drinking a reverse tonic. Ford decided to use Fiddleford as a base for his first tonic, because he was around Fidds the most, this was a prototype so he’d only gotten colors down at this point. Or else Banjo might have ended up with a Mcgucket nose too. 

Though the main experiment works great, the reversal tonic is much more dangerous and Ford is not sure it would be safe for a child. Since it helps bolster the new identity of Stan as Angie’s twin, Ma and Pa Mcgucket decide to leave it till Stan is a teenager, and let him take it to put his looks back to normal. Of course, by the time Stan grows back up as Banjo he is used to the look and doesn’t want to change it back, he likes being his sister’s twin after all. 

I’m FINALLY happy to announce that I had the treat of illustrating the brand new paperback editions of Sir Terry Pratchett’s Tiffany Aching adventures. This job was truly an honour, and it’s the first time a female artist has illustrated a book by Terry Pratchett! Hurrah!
The first book ‘The Wee Free Men’ will be released April 27th.

Dean’s Clothes

  The first time Dean caught a glimpse of you in one of his shirts, he instantly realized just how attracted to you he was. Sure he thought you looked beautiful in your own clothes, especially in the short shorts you wore when you helped him wash baby. But there was something about you in his clothes that made his mouth water and his pants grow a little tighter.

  It all started when you forgot to pack a shirt to wear to bed on a hunt in Detroit. You frowned and let out a sigh. Of course Dean packed extra clothes and just happened to have an oversized Led Zeppelin shirt that you could wear. It came down to your mid thigh and swam on your body. He couldn’t help but think about what you would look like the morning after. Would you wear his shirt from the night before and nothing else?

  When he saw you in one of Sam’s flannels one day in the bunker, he instantly grew angry, and his heart sunk in his chest a little. He thought it was yours and his thing, not something that happened between the three of you. Dean wanted you to only borrow his clothes. He wanted you to be his, and his alone. It was in that moment that he realized that his feelings for you were a lot stronger than he believed them to be.

  Weeks later, you were bleeding out in the backseat of the impala, his arms wrapped around you. You weren’t going to die by any means, but he knew you were in a lot of pain and you needed to stay awake in order for them to fix you up. You were shivering from the cold weather outside, so Dean did what he always did. He shed out of his jacket and flannel and wrapped them around you. You smiled softly, thanking him. This time, he told you that his clothes looked a lot better on you than they did him.

  You asked Dean if you could borrow one of his flannels one night, only because you had all of your sleepwear in the wash and they weren’t quite done yet. Dean smiled, leading you to his room. He let you pick which one you wanted to wear. Much to his surprise, you picked the one he was wearing an hour ago. He wondered why, and you responded with “I like the way it smells; just like you.”

  Dean couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He could feel the tips of his ears heating up as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Something completely unlike him. Girls didn’t make him nervous. But he tried his luck.

  “If you like the way I smell so much, why don’t you just sleep in my bed? Smells just like me, sweetheart,” he winked.

  “Well if you insist.”

  Needless to say, as good as his shirts looked on you, they looked even better off of you. And even better the next morning when he knew you had nothing else on beneath it. 

Dean loved you in his clothes. But then again, Dean loved you.

This was supposed to be a super quick doodle for Valentine’s Day because I needed an excuse to draw the otp in my two fav sweaters but I spent way too much time on it and it still looks super sloppy. It took me 15 min to realise that I wouldn’t be able to draw Roy’s eyes closed tonight so I opened them wth?? Happy V-Day everyone!

So considering I’m pretty well bedridden today and probably tomorrow thanks to my foot, I might try to write a one shot or start a new fic, but I don’t know what it’ll involve yet. I’m considering this soulmate AU though. Maybe Namjin or Yoonmin? I don’t know yet

Nothing To Wear

Summary: Plus-size hunter reader x Dean. She wears a sexy top and he can’t keep his eyes off of her.   This was originally written on my phone, so please disregard any grammar issues. 
Word count: 2,031
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, road head

Originally posted by almamatters

Another salt and burn was over. After digging up the grave, the boys and you decided to take showers and high tail it out of town tonight.
You showered and put on the only relatively clean shirt and bra you had left for the week and found a pair of only semi dirty dark wash blue jeans. Sure you had worn the shirt and bra earlier in the week but you had to flirt with a security guard to get some info about the case, you only wore it for like an hour, so it didn’t count.

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little johnny jhonny things: aggressive hand-holding

Television eyeglasses, 1963. Hugo Gernsback, publisher, futurist and the creator of one of the first sience fiction magazines wears a TV visor mock-up to illustrate something he thought would be invented in the coming years.

Source: Life Magazine | flickr

sanguine-fairy  asked:

"New experience" for a prompt for otayuri :)

“Jeez, I can’t believe you don’t know how to tie a tie.” Yuri sneered, eyes focused on his hands as he folded the fabric which lay around Otabek’s neck.

Otabek shrugged in response, effectively loosening Yuri’s grip causing the younger skater to curse under his breath. “I’ve never had to wear formal clothing before.”

“Stand still!” 

Otabek flinched at the short growl thrown his way. No, Otabek had never attended any receptions nor any banquet after participation in competitions. He had usually chose to keep to himself and escape the formalities of skating. This year would be a new experience.

He had Yuri beside him, rather than admiring the boy from afar. It gave him reason to join in the social gatherings, since he no longer felt alone.

Request are closed. 

I may actually choose to continue with this one later on but, for now, I will leave it short.

Rosamund Watson - or not?

I’d like to ask a question.

Apparently there is some controversy over fix-it fits being written for Season 4 including Rosie or not. Is this some big thing now?

Personally, though I will read parentlock if I like the author and think they write well, I won’t search out parentlock fics, and in fact prefer fics that don’t have parentlock. I find all the ‘baby care’ details intrusive: they take away from the main story, which is the Holmes/Watson relationship dynamic.

I understand that people don’t like the idea of baby Rosie being ‘killed off’, though frankly, I think that’s sheer sentimentality, because we kill other characters at the drop of a hat, and just because something fictional is wearing a cute pink bunny suit doesn’t make it inviolable.

Also, I do feel that Moftiss introduced the baby because Moffat, who is a father, knows damn well exactly how offspring inevitably and unalterably change the sexual dynamic of a relationship (as in, it’s extremely difficult to get any uninterrupted time together, and for the first few years you end up discussing the child’s bowels and vowels, not yourselves) and used that as another 'John and Sherlock can’t have a sexual relationship’ tactic.

So does not liking or wanting parentlock make me some sort of a monster? I have no problem with people writing it. It’s just not my cup of tea.

And, full disclosure: I am (or was until they reached school age) a co-sleeping, extended breastfeeding, baby-wearing, organic food giving mother of two. I also work all day, and often quite a long way into the night, educating and counselling children and teens. So I’m not anti-child. I just want pure unadulterated Holmes/Watson. Without nappies.

th boy in my fiction advanced class who wears sweatpants/gym pants to class every day and then sits splayed the fuck out as if he is presenting his cock to me from across the classroom is my mortal enemy

Tohru and Kobayashi Visit A Maid Cafe! (Tohru Almost Burns It Down)

I’m back with more prompts!! I got a lot of requests for 2, 13, and a combination of both of them so here we go with #2, “This was the best day ever,” and #13, “We can, you know, go together if that’s a think you would like.” This one’s for @itrogash, @franchium, @true0neutral, and an anon! Tohru and Kobayashi go to a maid cafe and, naturally, chaos ensues. 

As always, previous Dragon Maid fics and my other writing can be found here

“You’re going out?”

“Yes, just to do the shopping, I’ll be right back!  I think it’ll only be an hour.  I bet I can do it in less!” Tohru tells her, animated.  She’s done this since those awful, silent weeks, been excruciatingly careful to tell Kobayashi where she’s going, how long she’ll be gone.  Feverish reminders that she’s coming back.

“You don’t have to rush, that’s fine.”

“Um.  You could come with me, if that’s a thing you’d like, I know you have a day off.  You don’t have to, though, please don’t feel pressured-” she worries at the seam of her glove, nervous.  She’s always in this odd middle space between feeling compelled to express her affection and worried that Kobayashi is going to rebuff her.

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Happy you’re here (1/?)

Summary: You didn’t actually know who you were, rescued from H.Y.D.R.A, you suffered Dissociative Amnesia. The Avangers helped you, now was time for you to help Bucky.   

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,315

Warnings: Cursing, slight fluff

A/N: *whispers* I’m scared. WELL, this is my first () X reader fic. And i’m really scared of posting it, and scared that my english writing is terrible (it is though), since my natural language isn’t english, but oh well. 

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Originally posted by badults

The white lights were just too bright for you not to groan in discomfort, where were you, anyway?

“Y/N?” A soft voice called, it seemed to be far away, you just wanted to put the pillow in your face and sleep a little more, but since your mouth was dry and the voice continued to repeat the same name, you couldn’t

Slowly, you opened your eyes, just to find yourself somewhere unknown, making you go from a “shut the fuck up and let me sleep” to a full “I drank four expressos and ate three chocolate bars”

“Y/N, this is doctor Bruce Banner. You are safe now” The man said, trying to keep you down in the bed, since you tried to jump off

“W-Where am I?” You whispered, looking around with fear, you just had this weird feeling of lost, as if you didn’t know who you were.

And actually, you didn’t.

“Y/N? I-is that my name?” Bruce sigh, looking at something in the corner of the room

“Do you remember what hapened?” You frowned your brows, trying to remember anything, but there were only weird bright flashes in your mind, making your head start to ache.

“No?” Bruce studied you for a moment, caution and a slight fear trespassing his eyes

“Nothing at all?” You nodded with your head, following his gaze to a tall, blonde men next to the door “Dissociative Amnesia, Steve.” You tilted your head when the handsome men looked to be in deep pain, when you were about to ask what he meant, Bruce explained “It causes you to forget traumatic experiences.”

“So, my whole life was traumatic?” You joked with a smile, making both men blink a few times, as if they had never see you smile before

“Y/N, we can treat this amnesia easily with the help of Vision, if you want to” Steve said, tensing his shoulders with the thought of you remembering what you had suffered

“Is he a machine or a psychologist?”

“A little bit of both, actually.” Bruce answered, making you turn your attention to him

“I don’t think I want. I mean, if I suffered so much that my mind found a way to lock it up, why would I want to open it?” You didn’t know why, but you felt like you could trust them. “Do I have family to remember?”

Steve stared at you for a few seconds before denying with his head, making you raise your shoulders in a complacent way before looking at your hands, seeing lots of scars and burns in them. You followed the path, seeing that your arms had it too.

“Yup, whatever I went through… I don’t wanna know.”

Years had passed from the day you woke up in that bed, you were an Avenger and all of those stupid idiots were your family, you saved them, they saved you.

“You know that you look like a puppy following it’s owner, don’t you, Speedy?” Tony mocked as you entered the tower’s kitchen, looking for something to eat

“You know that you look like a jealous old man, don’t you, Stark?” Your laugh echoed in the fridge, you knew about Pietro’s feelings towards you, since he wouldn’t do much to hide it. Well, how could he? You brought him back to life, after all.

“We know that the two of you are in deep love with Y/N, but let her breathe, please” Clint said chuckling, entering the place with Wanda by his side.

You couldn’t help but blush with the sentence, making Wanda smile gently while coming closer to you and giving a little kiss in your cheek

“We all love Y/N, Clint.” She said, watching you bite an apple, since you had been distracted and forgot what exactly you were searching

“What are you doing in the tower, Robin Hood?” You asked with a smile, ignoring Pietro poking you for attention. Well, you had many abilities and fortunately, patience was one of them.

“I actually came to talk to you.” You raised a brow, curiosity filling your eyes, maybe Steve send him to tell you about a mission, but it was far from that. “Steve wants to talk to you, something about your past”

Wanda looked away, remembering the first time she touched you. She saw everything you passed, everything you had to do, every torture and person you had to see.

She truly loved you. Not in a romantic way, she loved you as a big sister. And so did you act as one;

Even the others agents, when they were asking her about you, they would refer as “How’s your big sister?” She would even risk call you “big sis or sora mea mai mare”. You would call her with no shame “sora mea cea mica”. You did indeed see her as your little sister, and that made her happy.

“Uh, how many times do I have to tell him that I’m not remembering anything and nether I want to?” You rolled your eyes while giving a little slap in Pietro’s hand, since it started to low down to your butt cheeks to call your attention. “It’s been years. Literally

“We know that, but it looks like he really need to talk to you about it, and looks like H.Y.D.R.A is involved, Steve needs you help with something.”

“Argh, fine.” The apple you threw over your shoulder was now in Pietro’s hand

“For fuck’s sake, are you going to put that in your altar?” You heard Tony say as you walked out of the kitchen

soră mai mică” You called, seeing Wanda raise her head to you, she was going to the other side of the corridor “Won’t you come?”

“Sorry, Y/N, I’m not feeling really good.” You agreed with your head and gave a gentle kiss in her forehead

“That old captain.” You murmured “Get some rest, yes?” She gave a slight smile to you and Clinton before nodding her head.

Following Hawkeye to the floor that Steve was, you started to sing some song you had heard on the radio that morning, it was your voice that announced to both men that you were standing outside

You heard a nervous “come in” and so you did, stopping your loud voice when you saw another men in the room, your eyes glanced at a laughing Clinton. It didn’t take long for you to smack his shoulder while feeling your cheeks go red

“You let me show to someone new my cat killing voice!”

“It’s not that bad…” Bucky said, smiling when he saw that you didn’t look at him the way everyone did. With fear, caution, as if he was a weird and unstable thing. No, you looked at him with curiosity. As if you wanted to know and understand him.

You were curious, not by his metal arm. But by his sad, intrigant blue eyes.

“Look, pal, if you’re new here, you should know that sarcasm is not a good way to talk with me” You joked, for Steve’s surprise. He was expecting you to remember what you had passed, since Bucky might remember you of H.Y.D.R.A, the place you suffered and that you were rescued from.  

“She has the point, Y/N never knows how to differentiate when you’re being sarcastic or not.”

“Oh, shut up, Legolas. I’m Y/N, and you are…?”

“He is James Bucha-”

“Jack Sparrow, I didn’t ask you.” You cutted Steve’s speech, making his friend and Clinton chuckle

“Bucky” He said shortly, with a small grin in his face

“Ok, ButterCup, you are the official High Catcher for now on.” Steve chuckled, happy that they had you there to make things easier for Bucky to adjust to his new home.

“I thought I was the “Official High Catcher”.”

“You were, but I had already seen too much of your butt and abs when you get the cookies for me. I need a new image, y’a know”

Clinton and Steve laughed loudly when you finished your sentence, but Bucky didn’t, since he didn’t understand a thing.

“What is a High Catcher?”

“It’s someone to grad the high food for me” You smiled kindly at him, making Bucky lose his breath for a moment.

He noticed that you had a few scars on your neck, but he couldn’t see all of them, since you were wearing you usual long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

“Well, why did you call me here, Steve?” You finally asked while Clinton went to one of the chairs, but you knew you wouldn’t last long there.

“We can talk about that later. But for now, would you mind showing the tower to Bucky? Bruce we’ll be coming and I need to discuss something with him.”

“Not at all, hop up, Buckbeak” Bucky continued on the same place while you were already leaving

“She’s talking to you, Bucky.” You laughed at the door at his confused face “Y/N?”


“Don’t scare him, please”

“I can’t promise that, Steve.” He sighed as Bucky went to your side and the both of you left.

“Don’t worry, I think she wouldn’t remember even if she wanted to.” Clinton tried to calm his friend, but himself was worried about you. It was impossible to someone not be taken by your personality; all of them cared and loved you in their own ways

“What is a Buckbeak?” He asked a few moments later, watching you turn your shocked face at him

No. Shit.” You gasped, don’t believing that he didn’t know who was Buckbeak, the Harry Potter Hippogriff. “Where did you leave, under a rock?!”

When Bucky opened his mouth, ready to tell you his life story – which was a surprise to him, since he struggled even to talk with Steve about it -, something fast passed by them, being followed by a Tony’s scream

“You little brat! Oh, hey, Sweetie, Soldier.”

“Robocop.” You saluted with a mocking tone

“You already used that, Y/A.” Bucky couldn’t help but be amazed by your laugh

“Well, there are not loads of fictional men wearing iron armors out there, Tony.”

“Are you tired, Old man?” Pietro appeared at your side, making Bucky turn defensive automatically.

“It’s okay, Buttercup, he’s just a prick.” Pietro laughed at the nickname

“Why did you nicknamed Bucky, Buttercup?” Tony asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest, controlling a laugh when he saw Bucky giving him a glance that could froze even hell

Buttercup. And also, it suits him, don’t it? I’m pretty sure that I’ll also start to call Steve ‘Blubbles’. But who will be Blossom?”

“You.” Pietro tried to hug you from your waist; you gave him a slap in the hands, hearing him moan slightly

“Nah, she’s boring. Well, I got to show the tower to him. C’mon Buttercup.”

“Doll, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You smiled because of the nickname, checking him out with your critics, malicious eyes

“Good, you understand that I only work with nicknames” You said, causing him to chuckle “But serious, believe it or not, I got like, seventeen nicknames to call Steve”

He stopped in the middle of the hall with the trigger word, Bucky locked his jaw, closing his eyes to try to find himself, he was breathing deeply when you placed your palm in his forehead, as to feel his heat, as if he had a fever

That gentle touch suddenly woke him up, for a small moment, he felt like he had no control of his metal arm and you moaned in slight pain when his fingers closed tight around your wrist.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N” Bucky let go of you, stepping away, thinking that you might need some space to recover and to not be scared

“What happened to “Doll”? I prefer Doll, nobody calls me that.” You said right away, as if that had never happened, you grabbed his flesh arm – carefully, that time -, and pulled him to continue to follow you “It’s okay, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have touched you when you were still trying to found yourself. Pardon, Buck.”

He felt a warm and cozy cloud pass through his body with your whisper. Maybe was the way that you understood him, or maybe how you said his name for the first time, he wasn’t able to tell. But you had already gained him.

“Where are you from, Doll?” He asked, trying to recover when you stopped pulling him by his arm, you glanced at him, feeling a little bit ashamed and uncomfortable. You were afraid to think about that and know it;

“I don’t know. I also don’t know my birthday, my last name, how old I am… I don’t know.” Bucky frowned his brows in confusion, scared that you went through the same thing as he

“Were you brainwashed?” He asked carefully, smiling when you laughed, pressing the button of the elevator

“Nop. Bruce calls it “Dissociative Amnesia”. Apparently, my life was so traumatic that I found a way to forget it. Steve and Bruce are always scared that I end up remembering what I passed, even thou I don’t want to.”

“I understand you.” His blue eyes seemed so intense that you looked away, stucking a piece of your hair behind your ear

“And you, grumpy cat? Where are you from?” His response came immediately

“Shelbyville, Indiana.” You checked him again from the other side of the elevator

“You knew Steve before he turn into Captain America, didn’t you? Ei, don’t look at me so surprised, I’m an agent too, you know.” He was shocked by your quick observation “I also noticed that everyone here knows you, but I don’t. Was I at sleep when you first appeared?” You tried to make a joke when seeing that his posture was tense and that something on his eyes made him look a little sad, you didn’t like that.

“Well, it doesn’t matter, anyways. Come, Buttercup. Blubbles will kill me if I don’t show you around.”

50 Shades of Bam

Requested Fic for @sunrise-sam~ Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Probably just complete smut - that’s my warning. Rated MMMMM

Michelle chattered her teeth nervously as she stood on the deck of her soon-to-be in-laws boat. Today was moving day. Bam had asked her to move in with him only a few days before. She trusted that he had thought things through as Bam was not one prone to making rash decisions. He was not nearly as impulsive as some of his brothers.

The Icy Strait winds were tousling her hair as she tried to clear her vision, seeing their bay coming up ahead. She’d made this trip so many times when they were dating, she could probably navigate the trip by herself. She hadn’t really been as nervous the other times as she was this time. All the other trips were to visit his home they called Brown Town. This trip was to stay for good.

Every other visit, she’d bunked with the girls in the big house, trying to appease Billy and Ami’s wishes. Bam didn’t stay the night in town either, so the two had ever taken their relationship to that step. That particular step she was the most nervous about. Other than a few passionate kisses, Bam hadn’t really touched her in that way. Nobody had touched her that way. She had no doubt in her mind that Bam was the first and only person she wanted to be touched by. Still it gave her stomach jitters trying to imagine what it would be like.

She bit her lip, turning to look at the wheelhouse of the boat. The sun was shining on the glass, but she could still see Bam inside, his hands steady as he adjusted the wheel. She couldn’t see his eyes behind his shades, but the little smirk he wore let her know he saw her too. She formed a kiss with her lips towards him, turning back around to watch the waves.

She had wished Bam had come alone, but the boat was too much for one person to steer and dock, so he’d had to bring two of his brother’s, Bear and Matt with him. She loved his entire family. But the more she thought of them becoming more intimate, the more she wanted it to happen and happen now.

Bam had told her when he’d picked her up this morning that he intended tonight to be the night. He told her he had specific wants and needs. He told her it was not conventional, but that he would never do anything to hurt her and to think of a safe word by that evening. He’d almost laughed when Michelle had asked him to explain what a safe word was.

“Baby girl, just pick a word that I’ll know means stop, something that could possibly kill the mood.” He’d said, pulling her to him in her now empty apartment.

“So like pickles…or lampshade…” Michelle had answered unable to think if any words.

“Something like that.” Bam had responded, running his finger along her lip.

She brought very few possessions, knowing that space for inanimate objects was limited. Gabe greeted them at the shore, heaving one of her overstuffed suitcases on her shoulder, surprised how much weight she fit in one bag. Bam had tied off the skiff at the shore, steadying her by her curvy hips as she stepped out of the boat.

“Thank you, sweetie.” She said, running her fingertips along his beard.

“You’re welcome.” He said plainly, he was not one to use terms of endearment, or be sappy. But the small tap on her bottom as she turned to walk towards Brown Town was all she needed. She tried not to giggle, Bam’s 3 brothers directly in front of them. Knowing Bam was behind her was encouraging her to really tease him. She made an extra effort to sway her hips, running her hands down her backside, lifting up the hem of her shirt just enough to where he could see the lacey edges of the panties she’d worn especially for him. She turned to catch his eyes a few times, smirking at him suggestively. He looked cocky and arrogant as ever, but she couldn’t help but notice the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.


Her nervous jitters were it on hold the moment she stepped into Brown Town. Ami was all over her, asking Bam why he waited to long to invite such a lovely girl to stay with him. The attention from the family lasted the entire day and well into the evening.

Michelle noticed Bam getting more and more irritated; everytime he tried to steer her away to an area more private someone would notice them and drag them into some project or tour. She might have even been slightly grateful as the lower the sun hung in the sky the more her anxiety grew. Bam had been eyeing her hungrily. His hands had been soft but lingering.

He’d finally cornered her behind Noah’s work tent.

“I’ve been dying to touch you all night.” He breathed in her ear. She curled her toes in her shoes at the rumbling of his voice and his hot breath rolling over her cheek. She wished she’d knew more of what to say. She swallowed hard.

“I’ve been dying for your touch…” she answered back a shy smile on her lips.

“I’ve got the trapper shack already for you, love. All it needs now is this tight ass,” he smacked her ass again, grabbing a handful, “and your safe word.” He grinned at the rosy pinkness of her blushed cheeks.

Bam led her to the trapper shack, barely waving goodnight to the family as they turned in for the evening.

When he led her inside, she was so nervous she was sure she was about to pass out. Bam locked the door behind them, lighting a lantern on low. She nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot, biting her lip, looking around the shack trying to avoid eye contact.

‘What’s your word, girl?” Bam said watching her from across the room.

“Potato Chips” she answered meekly, finally looking into his eyes. They were deep and boring into her.

“You and your food words” he chuckled.

“Well, how else do you think I got all this junk in my trunk?” She teased patting her curvy bottom, relaxing slightly. He smirked at her.

“Show me.” Bam said.

“Excuse me?” She continued to tease him, her hands on her hips.

“I said, show me. Slowly.” he said twirling his finger around.

She complied, turning around so her backside was towards him. She looked over her shoulder back at him.

“Take of your pants, I wanna see that ass.” He still stood across the room. Her body was aching for his arms to hold her again.

She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off her hips and painstakingly slowly, exposing her white lacy hipster panties. Bam enjoyed seeing the way her ass cheeks peeked out. She let them fall the rest of the way down her legs, hitting the dirt floor.

“Now, the shirt.” He spoke softly, but demanding. She complied slipping it over her head. She heard Bam moving towards her. She jumped a little, finally feeling his hands resting on the skin of her hips. His fingertips grazed along her skin, shivers emanating in every direction, goose bumps covering her body. She couldn’t help be gasp softly, her head tilting back slightly. He traced up the curve of her side, barely brushing the cup of her bra with his thumb, grazing back down her stomach. He stopped just above her panties. The uninhibited moan that escaped her voiced her disappointment. She felt him, unclasp her bra as it loosed around her breasts.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, still behind her, caressing her olive skin as he trailed downward, taking her bra straps with him, the lacy cloth fell to the ground. He wound his fingers around her wrists, lifting her arms above her head. She furrowed her brow in confusion as she felt something rough behind wrapped around both wrists. She looked upwards and could make out the twine rope that Bam was winding around each wrist, lashing them together.

“Bam? So this is what you meant by specific….” she said, realization dawning on her now.

“I didn’t tell you to speak,” She heard him growl in her ear. She felt an intense flutter in her stomach that jettisoned down between her legs at his voice, “And call me Master Bam.” He demanding, smacking her backside sharply. She jumped a little as the sting came and went, but had to smile as it continued to increase her desire for him.

“Yes, sorry….M-Master Bam.” She managed out, trying not to sound silly.

“That’s better.. Leave your hands above your head.” She felt another sharp rap on her bottom, enjoying the slight sting of it, softly moaning her approval. He repeated his actions a few more times. She moved her head to the side, able to make out the outline of the stick he was using,a few branches left on it. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were enjoying this.” Bam continued, his breath hot on her ear. Without warning she felt his hand dip down the front of her panties, his fingers massaging her. Her knees buckled and it was all she could do to remain standing.

“Oh, I’d say you’re enjoying this my dirty girl.” Bam said, feeling her wetness.

She whimpered, moving her hips against his hand. “Y-yes….Master Bam…” She managed out. She gasped in surprise when he removed his hand. She felt a little relief when he moved closer behind her, his body against hers. She sighed a little, leaning into him. She felt his curls brush her shoulder, shuddering at their tickle.

He hooked his thumbs around the top of her panties and pulled them down, slowly revealing her to him. He moved down as well, kissing the redness on her backside where he’d struck her before. She almost giggled at the sensation. She stepped out of her panties as he stood back up. She wished she could turn around and see him, but she had a sneaking suspicion Master Bam would disapprove.

She heard him breath in deeply, realizing he was smelling her panties, which she was sure must have been soaked by now. He moved the panties from his face around to hers and she sniffed as well, smelling the sweetness of her sex on them.

“You’re so hot for me, aren’t you, girl?” He asked, running her panties down the front of her body.

“Yes…” She quivered as he rubbed her panties between her legs.

“Yes what….” He said, removing his touch.

“Yes Master Bam.” She answered immediately. He returned his touch and she gasped in response.

He dropped her panties on the floor, placing his hands on either hip. He turned her to face him. She sighed and smiled as she finally laid her eyes on him. His shirtless torso was begging to be touched, but she left her arms raised as she was told. He slowly backed her up, until she could feel the cool, rough wood against her back. He placed her wrists over a hook in the wall, holding her arms up for her. She enjoyed the rest, her biceps had begun shaking.

“Thank you, Master Bam.” She said, a deep blush cascading across her cheeks as she watched his eyes take in every inch of her exposed flesh. His jeans rode low on his hips, his boxers peeking out. She couldn’t help but stare longingly at the path of hair below his navel and disappeared below his jeans.

“Open your legs.” He said, slowly strutting towards her. She was so entranced by the way the lantern light was dancing across his abs that she almost didn’t hear him. She stopped clenching her knees together, widening her stance. She felt her body shaking from nerves as he stepped closer. He stopped almost against her, pushing her feet wider with his own. “Good girl.” he praised her.

Michelle couldn’t help but beam a little at his praise.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered.

“Kiss me.” She said almost too quickly. He chuckled at her. He leaned down, brushing his lips on hers. He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, his tongue tracing the full line of her lip. He kissed her deeper, swallowing her needy whimpers, his tongue punishing hers. He laid his hands around her sides, steadying her as he lightly scratched up her ribs, along the base of her breasts. She felt a jolt shoot through her as his fingers passed her nipple that responded immediately to his touch. SHe arched her back, wanting to be closer to him.

“I think I know what you want…” He whispered in her ear. He picked up the stick he had spanked her with and starting at her lips, ran the tip lightly down her body, the tickling sensation was almost more than she could bear. He traced lazy circles around her breasts, soft zig zags across her quivering abs and all around her thighs and hips, negating the one area she wanted him to touch most of all.

He dropped the stick, planting his tongue against the skin of her neck, licking long and slow down her chest, down her abs. She convulsed as his tongue found her wet center, one look at him kneeling below her, his soft pink tongue massaging her clit sent her over the edge. Her orgasm sent an intense heat throughout her entire body. Her legs shook as she pressed herself against his face, riding out the entirety of her earth-shattering release.

Wiping his beard off, Bam stood, looking awfully smug with himself. Her face was etched with need and his resolve was starting to wane. He caught her staring at his straining zipper. He slowly undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor; her eyes never moved. He slowly removed his boxers. He noticed her bite her lip as she looked upon his throbbing manhood. He could see a flash of nervousness in her eyes. He reached up to her wrists, removing them from the hook and placed them around his neck. Both hands tightly gripped her ass as he lifted her onto him, her legs gripping him tightly.

“I can feel how wet you are for me, girl.” He said, her wet, pink core rubbing against his erection. He was going to have to have her soon. He carried her to his bed, laying her down and climbing on top of her. He settled his hips between her thighs.

“Tell me what you want.” He demanded again, his manhood lightly pressed to her, threatening her opening. She looked at him nervously, her breathing rapid as she tensed at the feeling of him. He stroked her hair, spilling over his pillow, the look in his eyes softening. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, if I do, remember your word.”

She swallowed, wetting her dry throat, nodding, “I know you won’t Bam…” She let her fingers dive into his hair as her wrists were still bound around his neck. “I want to feel you…i want to feel you fill up…my pussy….”She whimpered.

“That’s what I wanted to hear…” He said, passing his thumb over her lip. He gently eased himself inside her. She was plenty wet, but her walls still gripped him like a vice. He set his jaw, using all his restraint not to just bury himself inside her. When he felt a resistance inside her, he gently but firmly pushed through, feeling her jump a little underneath him. He felt her adjusting to him, he closed his eyes, trying to control his hips.

“Bam…please….” She finally breathed…her body relaxing slightly.

He brought his hand around from her hair to her face, gripping her jaw in his strong grasp.

“Girl, what did I tell you to call me.”

She smiled a little, liking the feeling of him inside her more by the second.

“Master Bam…pleeease…” She begged, wiggling her hips so he moved slightly inside her. Without another word, he buried himself inside her, eliciting a loud moan from her. He withdrew from her almost completely before slowly filling her again. He could feel her legs relaxing, opening more for him with every stroke. He bent his head, capture one of her nipples between his lips, suckling as he let his instincts take over. He felt her writhing in his arms the quicker and harder he thrusted in her. He placed a hand on her thigh, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him, which she did eagerly. He was sure her moans were heard outside of the trapper shack, but he no longer cared, feeling her wetness increase as he felt his member pulsing inside of her.

He slid an arm underneath her back and lifted her so she was now straddling him. He could see in her face she was unsure, but guided her by moving her hips with his hands.

Her gyrations started slow and timid, but the more pleasure she got the more intense she moved on him. She could feel a tingle building up inside her and the more energetic her movements were the more she felt it building upon itself. His fingertips dug into her back as he watched her get more and more into her rhythm.

“Cum, for me girl…” He demanded as he felt her walls twitching against him. His words drove her over the edge again as she yelled his name. Those words from her lips were the last tip of the iceberg for him as he felt himself hurtling towards the edge of his own climax. He buried himself in her as deeply as he could, erupting inside her. She felt his every spill, every convulsion of his cock inside her.

It took several minutes for them both to come back to their senses, their bodies glistening with sweat, shaking with exhaustion. He lifted her bound wrists over her head, unlashing them, his breathing still a little labored.

“Very good girl, Michelle…” He praised her again. She smiled, breathing heavily.

“Thank you, Master Bam…” She teased, her eyes closed as she tried to gather herself.

He laid them both back on the bed, grabbing a blanket and draping it over their naked bodies. He pulled her to him, feathering kisses over her lips. She sighed contentedly, snuggling her face against his shoulder.

“How was your first time, love?” he softly asked her. She hummed a satisfied approval, but fell asleep before she could actually answer him. Bam smiled. He knew for sure this was the girl for him now.