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jynzandtonic · 4 years

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I was hoping you could do something for me .. I’m having a really (really X a million) hard time. My wife is sick and I could use something fluffy with one of the boys if you have time.

It could be about anything you chose just fluff is all I need. 🖤

Oh, Gabriel, I’m so sorry to hear about your wife’s illness—my fingers are crossed for a smooth recovery, and I’m wishing you both comfort during this time 💓

Whenever I feel like absolute garbage, I like to turn to little creature comforts: things like cozy clothes, mac n cheeze, a glass of red wine or cup of herbal tea, a blanket burrito... and, of course, some self-indulgent home-spa skincare bullshit.

And I watch Logan Lucky. 🤗

So on THAT note...

He huffs out a breath in subtle protest, plush lips pouted as you finish the last plait and secure it with an elastic.

“Perfect,” you muse, sitting back to admire your handiwork. Even while he’s frowning, Clyde looks adorable in French braids.

Hey, you had to get his hair out of his face somehow.

You grab the bowl you’d prepared—chilled in the fridge as an extra cooling treat, too—and set it on the coffee table.

“You ready?” you ask him.

“Anythin’ for you, darlin’,” he says, resigned to his fate.

His little pigtails sweep his shoulders as he turns to offer his face to you.

. . . . . .

“I smell like a damn cobbler,” he grumbles.

“Shh! I’m not finished yet.”

You smear another glob of sweet-scented facemask onto his cheek, carefully spreading the thick indigo mixture around his nose.

“Might as well enter me in the County Fair pie contest.”

“Well, you could eat it if you wanted to. It’s just blueberries and honey from the market blended up with oats!”

“Remind me why I’m lettin’ you rub this all over my face?”

“Because it’ll make you preeeeetty,” you grin. He wrinkles his nose. “Okay,” you elaborate. “The blueberries have lots of good vitamins and minerals and antioxidants, the oats soothe irritation, and the honey is a humectant to help with moisture. Your skin is gonna GLOW after this, babe!”

Clyde looks equal parts confused and concerned.

“Whaddaya mean? Glowin’ like a lightning bug?! An antioxi-what?”

You’d kiss him on the cheek if he weren’t covered in blueberry goop.

You smile.

“I mean it’ll make your face soft, Clyde.”

#preshprinceofstarkiller #Clyde is presh #YOU are presh #THE PERFECT COMBO #facemasks are SELF CARE DAMMIT #both kinds obvi #but the ~fun~ kind of facemask is far more relaxing #clyde logan #clyde logan x reader #logan lucky #fluff #flooooooof #jyn z thots

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vsop1987 · 4 years

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The club you’re in is reverberating with an endless stream of music. This was one of Robbie’s hangouts (oh Robbie) and you finally bit the bullet and decided to see what it was all about.

Sipping your drink, you sense someone watching you. Scanning the room, you find me casually looking at you. I amble my way through the crowd of people to come stand by your side.

“Hey handsome,” I say as I put my drink on the counter behind us, “I’m Gabriel by the way.”

Pale looks him up and down and turns to the bartender to get another drink started. He wasn’t here to make friends or anything else. He was here to case the place out, see if he could learn anything or find some crumb of a clue that someone had set his brother up to be killed.

Hey yourself, you a regular here? Know these people and shit?

He tapped a cigarette out of his pack and offered one over to him.

Gabriel you said? You know my brother at all......He used to come here a lot.

#preshprinceofstarkiller #pale rp #cw death #cw smoking #cw alcohol

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iamakiller · 4 years

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X Charlie darling. Would you find it as odd as I do, that I enjoy watching your interactions with your ‘lady friends’ ... kinda voyeuristic wouldn’t ya say?

Not at all, darling.

Who wouldn't enjoy watching a master at work?

#ask #preshprinceofstarkiller

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years

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Oh heck. I didn’t realize you reblogged multiple of those number asks things: so here we go again ;

1; meaning behind your url

50; have you ever seen anyone die

100; give us something random about yourself (I can’t remember the exact wording of this one, but I think this is close enough)

@preshprinceofstarkiller I FUCKIN’ LOVE YOU AND YOUR HUMOR OMG YOU CRACK ME UP EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE YOU ON MY DASH NEVER STOP!🖤

1. the meaning of my URL: finn-ray-nal-beads

UMMMMM THIS GORGEOUS PERFECT CREATURE... ALSO, I LOVE ANAL AND BEADS

50. Have you ever seen someone die?

I haven’t personally witnessed someone actively pass away in front of me. The closest I can recall is when I was a lifeguard in high school and I had to give CPR/Mouth to Mouth to a child who was drowning. That was a scary situation but the kid ended up pulling through after awhile. There were a few of those during my career as a lifeguard and it was both scary and exhilarating at the same time.

100. Give us one thing about you that no one knows.

I am a major clean freak. I have to have my home spotless like a model home at all times. I vacuum in perfect lines, dust constantly, clean my bathrooms all the time, and cannot have toys or anything astray or I will short circuit. It goes into all aspects of my life. I have perfectly straight and pristine handwriting, always make my bed, organize the apps on my phone in categories, make lists for myself that I have to follow, or else the whole day is wasted. My poor daughter omg 🤣

Thank you for the asks Gabe I adore you!🖤

#ask the beads night #ask the beads #unusual asks #preshprinceofstarkiller

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ylove-bandaesthetics · 4 years

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Bands & Colors! 🌈

Ice Nine Kills + Gray!

What’s your favorite color? ✨

#requested by preshprinceofstarkiller #ice nine kills #ink #ice nine kills moodboard #ice nine kills aesthetic #gray #gray moodboard #gray aesthetic #moodboard #aesthetic #color aesthetic #spencer charnas #justin deblieck #ricky armellino

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buffshipper8490 · 4 years

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For @preshprinceofstarkiller

Rating: EXPLICIT

Summary: After Ben Solo catches Rey playing around with his prized Star Wars replica props, he gives her a tough lesson in obedience in this modern au.

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After a morning shift at his father and Uncle Chewie's car shop and an afternoon trip to the gym, Ben went into his man cave for a game of Star Wars Vol. 3, and much to his surprise, he was nearly hit in the face with his Kylo Ren lightsaber.

If it was anyone else, he'd probably rip their head off, but it was Rey. Denim Daisy Duke's that rode up her ample ass, a white tank top that accentuated her athletic curves, and now from his surprise his to his irritation, she was wearing his fucking Kylo Ren helmet.

"Hey look at me!" Rey giggled as she swung the prop Kylo Ren lightsaber around, her voice muffled by the helmet. "I'm a big git with a laser sword!"

Ben scoffed at her. "Hey! C'mon! Those are expensive! Put them away!"

"Afraid I'm gonna break your toys?" Rey laughed, twirling the lightsaber around, humming the ubiquitous hum of the lightsaber as she did so.

Ben ducked another errant swing of the hard light tube that comprised the red blade. "They're not fucking toys! They are highly collectable replica props!"

"I'm not gonna break your stupid props, Ben. I'm just --" Rey aimed another playful swing and Ben caught it.

"Having fun?" Ben snapped, raising his eyebrows. "Fun that costs a lot money. Just leave my shit alone, huh?"

Rey petulantly jerked the lightsaber out of his grip. She was annoyed at his attitude. He was being such a fucking dick over his stupid toys!

Excuse her. Collectable replica props. Air quotes, sarcasm intended.

"How about you make me?" she replied flippantly, continuing to twirl his lightsaber prop around carelessly.

Anger flashed across Ben's face and he crossed the room in a flash, knocking the lightsaber out of her hands and to the sofa.

"What the--" Rey began as he yanked the Kylo Ren helmet off her head, tossing it to the sofa next to the lightsaber.

"What the fuck is your probl--" Rey screeched before Ben pushed her against the wall, his hand around her jaw, his towering body pressed against her's.

Rey was reminded just how enormous he was compared to her. Her jaw just met his collarbone. He had to outweigh her by almost a hundred pounds.

She pressed her hands to the front of his chest to push him away, but something in his eyes stopped her. He had a temper, but he was never violent towards her. No, this was something else. Something...exciting...

Likes ❤ and Reblogs 🔁 are much appreciated!

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jynzandtonic · 3 years

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1K LOVE LETTER RECIPIENTS! 💌

With a spreadsheet of entrants and the help of the google random number generator, I’ve got the list of the 10 recipients of 💓✨love letters from the boys!✨💓

@clydesducktape

@ellelaconi

@glimmerin-darlin

@han-not-solo

@holacherrycola90

@mariesackler

@preshprinceofstarkiller

@safarigirlsp

@starrystarryknit

@suddenlysackler

🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤✨🖤

Okay, you ten—comment below or shoot me a message to choose your boy and let me know any tropes/kinks you like in fic!

Thank you so so much to everyone who entered; I love you all so dearly and you mean the world to me!

xoxo, jyn/z

#jynzandtonic 1k celebration #clydesducktape #ellelaconi #glimmerin darlin #han not solo #holacherrycola90 #mariesackler #preshprinceofstarkiller #safarigirlsp #starrystarryknit #suddenlysackler

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direnightshade · 4 years

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Edging/orgasm denial? For the kink rating thing .. ☺️

Oh well that wasn’t anonymous. Idec. I think I’m too tired to even try and care. T _ T

Haha That’s okay, it’s only Monday but it’s already one of those weeks, eh?

Having it done to me? 1. Hate it. Makes me mad. Doing it to someone else? 10. Love it. It is *chefs kiss*

#Ask #preshprinceofstarkiller #kink asks #cw: edging

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 4 years

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I hope I can send this in. It’s an idea of something you could write one day .. like a blurb or something. idek. Bleh.

BUT I DIGRESS -

Flip and you are at a cabin in the woods. Y’all have traveled a great length and your cabin is lakeside. You two have plenty of pent up ‘energy’ so you put on your swimsuits and head out to the water. Eventually y’all are a tangled mess of limbs and you can’t tell who’s who, by the sounds you’re making, a nun would blush.

🖤

A/N: @preshprinceofstarkiller I really hope you enjoy this one! I poured as much smut as I could with a shit load of fluff wrapped around it because I love a sappy Flip/Reader dynamic!

Warnings: Married banter, lots of cuddles and kisses, FLUFF out the asshole, public sex, outdoor sex, public nudity, hair pulling, dirty talk, creampies, just all kinds of SMUT

The sweet smell of a morning cup of brew, pine trees, and the crisp September air filled your senses as you sat on the wooden lawn chair on the deck of your lakefront cabin. Wrapped up in a wool blanket, in your favorite sweater, admiring the sounds of the lake crashing up on the beachfront, and the nature rustling about in the morning sun. It was perfect. The best idea you and Flip had decided to make in several months.

He, being so burnt out on work, as usual with his large caseloads, wanted to get away for a few days. The two packs of smokes a day indicating he had just had it up to his forehead with Ron, Trapp, and Bridges reaching down his throat for answers. Flip had always been a naturally grouchy person, it was just something you’d gotten used to. But when he would get to point of being angry with you over idiotic matters, like for instance, the dishes not being rinsed out properly, then you knew it was just about time to head out of town.

“Good morning, sunshine,” his sleep ridden voice ground out as he approached with his cup of coffee in a sweatshirt, and sweatpants that left nothing to the imagination.

“Good morning to you too honey,” you craned your neck as he lowered his warm face to your lips, pecking it with the slightest effort.

“Did you sleep, okay mountain man?” you asked as he cozied up to you, wrapping his body around yours in the straining chair.

“Honestly, I slept better last night than I have in months,” he chuckled out into the air as you stroked the bedhead he’d given himself.

“I know. I heard you snoring all night,” you giggled lowering to kiss his crown, “sounded like there was a bear in our bed all night.”

“Psh,” he smirked burying himself more into your clothed body, “it wasn’t as loud as you howling my fuckin’ name last night I bet.”

“Excuse me?” you tried to pry his large head up to get him to say that phrase again to your face, ultimately failing in the process as he gripped your waist even tighter at the sensation of your straining.

“I didn’t say shit, sweetheart,” he murmured back into the mess of sweatshirts and blankets, “only that I love you, so much!”

“Uh-huh… That’s what I fuckin’ thought,” you returned to grab your cup, taking a sip as you chuckled over his comments.

“I love you too sweetie. I’m so glad we’re up here,” moving his curls to expose his ear, playing with the soft lobe.

“Same here. I fuckin’ needed this,” nuzzling his face into you more and more, “I need something else though.”

“And what is that my poor baby?” you asked in a pandering way to mimic his childlike form in front of you.

He muttered something incoherent into the blankets, “honey, I can’t hear you,” leaning down to wrap your soft lips on his ear.

“I said, I want to go skinny dipping… with you,” he looked up hair in all sorts of places, his sleepy face blinking the light back into his adjusting pupils.

You giggled at the sight of him all discombobulated, “oh babe… I would hope you’d only want to do something like that with just me!”

Grabbing his rosied cheeks, bringing him into another series of kisses, starting from pecking to a little more romantic, “of course it would be you, honey, who the fuck else would do it?”

He smirked into your lips, “I don’t know, maybe a mistress of yours or somethin’,” egging on his sarcasm, “your mom did tell me at our wedding mind you, that you were hard to pin down.”

He lifted himself off of you, “no she fuckin’ didn’t,” he looked shocked at the admission you made.

“She honestly did,” you sipped back at your coffee, “but she countered it with the notion that she had never seen you as happy as you were with me,” so you can’t be mad at her.

“Well I kinda am now,” he huffed, “I can’t believe she’d say that on our wedding day… holy shit mom. I’m gonna give her a good talkin’ to when we get home.”

“No, you aren’t, grouch,” you asserted, “she didn’t mean anything by it. Now let’s go skinny dipping before I die of old age,” you punched his arm, “plus I wanna see that ass in the sunlight.”

He smirked at your comment, getting up with a groan and helping you from your seat. As you started to walk in front of him he slapped your ass with all the force he had built up in him, “Jesus fuck Phil!”

You turned around, “now I’m gonna have a handprint there!” you rubbed the sore cheek, wincing as your hand rubbed the area.

“That’s the point babe,” I wanted to look at my ass with my handprint on it while I fuck ya on the beachside.”

You blushed at the notion, hurrying in the house to remove any piece of clothing the both of you had been wearing. After your nakedness was revealed, you grasped your tits in your arm, “race ya down there, detective,” bolting in the direction of the back door, revealing your natural form to the sun and all of nature’s creatures as you bounded down the hill towards the beach.

Little did you know, Flip was gaining on you in bounds, coming up behind your bouncing ass and scooping you over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

“Oh my god honey!” you screamed, holding onto his back for dear life, “you’re gonna break something!”

“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled back, “you know you’re lighter than air to me honey!”

You groaned as he lowered you onto the warm beachfront, the sound of waves brushing the pebbles like a song. You both took an inventory of the sight around you, breathing in the mountain air, admiring every sound emanating from the scenery.

Flip came up behind you, wrapping his large arms around you as you both rocked side to side with the ebbing and flowing of the waves. He kissed the top of your head, trailing down to your ear, whispering sweet nothings as his lips gnawed at the sensitive skin. Moving his hands to grasp onto your open tits, massaging the pillows with his large paws, eliciting a moan from your lips.

“God I love you, Y/N,” he whispered moving down your neck, sucking little marks along the way as you found a hand in his thick hair, gripping it slightly at the pressure he applied to your neck.

“I-I love you too, Phil,” you gasped out, feeling his hardening erection on your ass. Your hand snaked around to grip his dick, pumping it so you felt every angry vein bulging from it. Gathering the precum building up around his weeping head, rubbing it into the warm skin.

Just then, he replaced your hand with his as he lined up with your wetness that had built up. Sliding his pulsing cock into your weeping entrance, “F-fuck honey,” he groaned out, “open up for me.”

You bent forward, allowing his cock to penetrate you deeper and deeper. Your walls vibrating around him as he came closer to your cervix, “you are so fuckin’ tight, babe,” he thrust in hard, balls slapping, “no matter how many times I fuck this little cunt.”

He moved a hand on your hip and wrapped another in your hair, pulling until your back was arched in the most magical way, “Ohm-my god honey,” you wailed, “t-that feels…”

“Uhmm… feels good huh,” he thrust in a little faster, tightening the hold on your hip and hair.

“God you look so fuckin’ beautiful right now,” his gyrations in full force as the sounds of slaps penetrated the mountainside.

“So. Fuckin’. Perfect,” he pronounced as he reveled in your screams and cries for release. The more he pulled your gorgeous locks, the more your walls fluttered around him.

“Phil,” you bawled out, “c-can I p-please c-cum.”

“You wanna cum honey?” he growled out, keeping his pace steady and unwavering as he rearranged your guts in the best way he possibly could.

“Y-yes, please baby!” you relented writhing under his powerful strokes. He moved his hand from your hip to your aching clit, rubbing small, but fast circles, bringing you to the edge of an ear-shattering orgasm.

“Mother f-fucker,” you groaned out, releasing your pent up frustrations into the wind, your cunt milking his cock the hardest it possibly could.

“That’s it, honey, cum all over it,” he kept his thrusting up, becoming more erratic the more your walls clenched down on him.

“Fuck honey,” he stammered out through his clenched teeth, pumping his cock a few more times into your vibrating hole, then releasing his hot sticky spend onto your walls, coating them in a donut glaze.

“Jesus fuckin’,” he gasped out, pulsing the last of his spend as he pulled his softening erection from your pussy, watching the mixture pour out of your gaping hole.

He ran his hands down the expanse of your back, rubbing your ass cheeks in a massage of sorts, watching and listening to the wetness seeping from your cunt, admiring the sight more than the nature surrounding the both of you.

“Fuck you take my cum so well, honey,” he scooped the remainder dripping out to stuff it back in your overstimulated wetness.

“Only for you baby,” you panted, lifting your back upright once again, and turning to your sweat sheened husband, to place your hands on his chest and look up at him in total bliss.

“I love you, Phil,” you stroked him, leaning into a kiss.

“I love you most,” he whispered out, “but can we please go swimming now? I’m so fuckin’ hot,” he laughed as you nodded up towards him. Taking your hand he led you into the cold embrace of the lake before you.

The remainder of those few hours were spent swimming and fooling around like the both of you were in high school. Scaring each other in the water, him putting you on his shoulders, racing around the bay, and floating to admire the skyline that Tahoe provided for you.

It was definitely a vacation much needed and well deserved.

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GOD I LOVED READING THIS OVER AND OVER AGAIN... I THINK I COULD DO ANOTHER PART FOR SURE... MAYBE 👀

🖤,

ray-nal-beads

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman request #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman x you #black klansman

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