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Fic Update

Update for Ranboo’s Terrible No Good Guide to Freedom: The Long Way Round - Chapter 1 - CowPrintLilies, TheStanleyParableEnjoyer - Generation Loss (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]

Haha I’m ignoring that i haven’t updated in three months ITS OK BECAUSE IM WRITING NOW AND I WONT BE LONG!! It’s getting done!! Soon to be posted!! Here’s an excerpt from the chapter in progress!!

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The walk there is uneventful in a physical sense. Security, thank his lucky stars, hadn’t reared its ugly head yet as it so often did. Charlie wasn’t dumb enough to think it never would- he’d become intimately acquainted with its claws way too many times to think like that- but it wasn’t here yet.

Emotionally, the walk there may as well have crushed him with a comically large piano and laughed in his face about it. Because something happened and they aren’t talking about it. Ranboo is the most courageous kid Charlie has ever met and probably ever will. Desperation only gets you so far and if that was all that was keeping Ranboo going they would’ve given up loops ago. Ranboo is one brave fucking kid. They had, for all intents and purposes, had to (whether those people came back or not) kill a lot of people to survive. And they had still gotten back up, gotten back to escaping.

The kid trailing behind Charlie now looked like a few choice words would break them in half. It made something in Charlie’s chest crawl. Something not just happened, something changed. And he is going to fucking kill whoever did it if it’s the last thing he does.

Ranboo trips slightly as the flooring transitions from tile to carpeting.

Charlie doesn’t mention it.

The walk continues like this for the better part of 10 minutes. The odd Employee roamed idly about the floors, and Charlie would lead the way and Ranboo would follow meekly behind- save for whenever they steered Charlie from making a wrong turn. Sue him, he’s new to the whole “keeping his memories thing” and yes he may be a little bit overwhelmed with the whole thing because first of all it makes no logical sense for time to loop around them but then again Showfall Media makes no sense and he’s trying his best to be there for the kid because he gets a horrible familial burning in his collarbone whenever he thinks of what they went through and are still going through-

Ranboo tugs on the back of his shirt before Charlie walks into the side of a cabinet.

-and his internal monologue has become nonsensical rambling. Awesome, real helpful Charlie.

Ranboo is looking at him with the air of a kicked puppy. Or- no, more like the air of someone who just watched someone else shoot a puppy then put it in a meat grinder. Either way Charlie doesn’t like the expression on Ranboo's face. Their eyes don’t belong on someone so young. The poor kid looks like he’s been through the wars. It’s plain trauma. Charlie internally curses Hetch’s name into the dirt, as has slowly become a tradition whenever he thinks particularly hard about the situation.

Charlie takes a moment to mentally slap himself back into the present moment, however shitty the present moment has proven to be, and takes stock of the surroundings. No immediate or imminent danger, save for himself almost giving himself a new bruise with that cabinet. Charlie then mentally slaps himself again because how had he managed to get so lost in his thoughts to not pay attention to where he was going? He knows first hand that this place is dangerous and he just daydreamed instead of looking out for Ranboo? Some good he’s doing.

First note of order is that they successfully reached the Puzzler’s Wardrobe Set which means that he can finally try and lighten the mood.

Ranboo had been standing by Charlie, idly looking over the various assortments of clothes, wigs and miscellaneous items in an attempt to completely ignore the whole situation that had lead them here to begin with and had, like he said in his previous inner monologue: settled a growing rock of worry right in Charlie's chest. Whenever they notice Charlie looking at them they physically straighten up to try and look more put together than they clearly were.

It’s weird. A lot of this situation is weird. Honestly weird is an understatement. Charlie should say something to break the strange silence coating the two of them, and he’s not sure why he can’t. A million words and questions come to mind such as are you ok what happened what did you see how can I make it better, all swirling and twisting together in one mass of fear, worry, anger and care. Everything knots together in his heart and by the time it’s reached his mouth no longer makes any sort of sense. He wants to say a lot of things.

What's wrong?

Who hurt you?

What happened?

How can I help?

Please let me help you.

It will be ok.

But what came out of his mouth instead is-

“Want to dress up?”

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Mature 18+ Readers ONLY below!

Everyone was finishing up their supper.

A few of us were by the fire, some sitting at the table, Dutch was in his tent.

Pearson was washing the dishes, and a couple of others were helping him. The air was warm as a fire crackled and popped, sending sparks into the inky darkness.

Sitting across from you was your man, Arthur.

Setting his empty dish down, he proclaimed that he was hungry for dessert.

Javier chuckled saying, "Since when does Pearson make dessert? He can barely make supper"

Arthur looked at you with an intense hunger in his green eyes. He got up and started walking towards you. "I was talking about something a bit more interesting" he said with a smirk.

As he neared, you could feel the heat radiating from his muscular body. Your heart began to race with anticipation, your body responding to him like a moth to a flame. You stood up, meeting him halfway. His arms wrapped around you as he crushed his mouth to yours.

His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting every inch. You welcomed him, relishing in the feeling of his warm, rough kisses. His stubble scratched at your skin, adding to the sensation.

As he deepened the kiss, he backed you up towards the tent. Your breath hitched in anticipation as his hands roamed down your body, settling on your ass. He squeezed and kneaded, pulling you closer. Your bodies fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces that had been waiting to be put together.

His strong, muscular frame pressed against your lithe, curvy one, his hardness already evident even through the rough fabric of his pants.

With a low growl, he pushed you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you and pinning you beneath his weight. His hands roamed over your body, grasping roughly at your breasts, kneading them through the thin cotton of your dress.

His thumbs flicked over your nipples, making them harden to tight peaks that strained against the fabric. His mouth descended on your neck, his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fiery kisses behind.

"Now this, is the kind of dessert I want," he groaned, his voice rough with desire.

You gasped as he tugged at the ties of your dress, pulling it apart to reveal your bare chest. He cupped your breasts in his hands, weighing them and teasing your nipples with his thumbs.

You arched your back, pressing your chest further into his hands and moaning at the sensation. He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud.

You cried out, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment while his hand snaked down your body and between your legs. He pressed his palm against your pussy, rubbing slowly and deliberately through the thin fabric of your bloomers. You could feel the heat of his touch through the material, and your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction.

Arthur's lips curled into a smirk as he trailed kisses down your body, settling between your legs. Pulling your bloomers off and tossing them aside he settled between your legs and took a long, leisurely lick from your entrance to your clit. You moaned loudly, gripping the bedsheets as you felt his tongue swirl around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Sweet as honey," he moaned licking his lips. He wanted more.

He didn't waste any time, spreading your legs wider, exposing your glistening pussy. His fingers traced the delicate folds of your sex, feeling them swell and slicken under his touch. He flicked at your clit with his thumb, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. Arthur smirked against your thigh before he dove in again, devouring every inch of you like a starving man.

You couldn't help but cry out as his tongue plunged deep inside you, tasting your sweet honey. He curved his tongue upwards, hitting just the right spot and you nearly came off the bed. His thumb continued to tease and circle your clit, making your whole body tremble.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly as he ate you out with reckless abandon. The feeling of his beard scratching against your thighs was almost too much to bear.

But you didn't want him to stop. You couldn't get enough of the way he made your body feel. You had never experienced such raw, unadulterated pleasure before.

With each flick of his tongue, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your moans grew louder and louder, filling the tent and reaching his eager ears. He wanted to taste all of you, leaving no inch of your body untouched.

His fingers plunged deep inside of you, curling up to hit that sweet spot that made you see stars.

You cried out in pleasure, your hips bucking against his mouth. He continued to lick and suck at your clit, his fingers moving in and out of you in a steady rhythm.

"Oh God, Arthur," you moaned, your fingers tightening in his hair. "I'm so close."

He groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations through your whole body. He could feel you clenching around his fingers, on the verge of release. With one last flick of his tongue, he sent you flying over the edge.

You screamed out his name, bucking against his face as the orgasm ripped through your body like a freight train. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Arthur didn't relent, not even when you begged him to stop. He kept licking and sucking, making your second orgasm hit just as hard as the first. You were a writhing mess, unable to form coherent thoughts as he pushed you to new heights of pleasure.

Finally, he pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

His eyes glinted with satisfaction as he looked at the state of pure ecstasy he had brought you to.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," he groaned, standing up.

He pulled his shirt over is head revealing his chiseled chest. His abs rippled as he undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. His cock sprang free, hard and ready for action. It was a thing of beauty - thick and long with veins running along its length. You couldn't help but lick your lips in anticipation.

Arthur crawled onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. He lowered himself onto you, his body covering yours completely. You could feel his hardness pressing into your stomach, it made you ache with need.

Your hands found his shoulders, clinging to him as you kissed him with renewed passion. The stubble on his jawline scratched at your skin, adding a roughness to the kiss that had you moaning into his mouth. His hips began to rock, grinding his swollen cock against your wetness. It was maddening, the feeling of him so close but not yet inside you.

With one hand, Arthur reached between your bodies and positioned himself at your entrance.

The tip of his cock teased you, probing at your slick folds and threatening to plunge inside. You couldn't wait any longer, you needed him, now.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and urging him on. With a groan, Arthur finally gave in, thrusting deep inside you with one swift motion. You screamed out as he filled you completely, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

He began to move, thrusting in and out of you with a ferocity that left you breathless.

Each movement was met with a gasp or a moan, your bodies slapping against each other in the dim light of the tent.

His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he drove himself deeper and deeper. His rhythm matched your breathing, which came in ragged gasps and moans.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building from deep within you. Your walls clenched around him, urging him on and making him groan with desire.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled as he slammed into you.

His balls slapped against your ass, his movements becoming more frenzied with each passing moment.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and meeting his thrusts with your own. The tent was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the scent of sweat and sex hanging heavy in the air. It was raw and primal, a mating of two bodies and souls that was as old as time itself.

With every thrust, Arthur hit your g-spot, making stars dance behind your closed eyelids.

Your nails dug into his back, urging him on as you felt yourself nearing the edge of ecstasy.

"Yes, oh God, just like that," you cried out, your voice hoarse with pleasure.

Hearing your sweet cries only spurred Arthur on, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. He was lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him, your walls clenching and unclenching around him like a vice.

Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper still as you hurtled towards the summit of pleasure.

Arthur's thrusts became erratic, his breath coming in sharp pants as he reached the edge.

"I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his voice strained.

"Do it," you urged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Fill me up."

With a guttural cry, Arthur obeyed, burying himself deep inside you as he spilled his seed. The feeling triggered your own release, and you cried out as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Your bodies moved together in perfect synchronization, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

Arthur's thrusts slowed, becoming more leisurely and deliberate as he savored the feeling of you clenching around him. He placed soft kisses along your jawline, up to your ear where he whispered filthy things that made your whole body tremble.

"You feel so good, so fucking tight," he groaned, his hot breath tickling your ear.

His words ignited a fire within you, a burning need to feel him deeper inside of you. You rolled your hips, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor as you chased after another orgasm.

The feeling of him deep inside you was indescribable, a sensation that made you feel alive and connected to him in a way that nothing else could.

Arthur's lips found yours once more, his tongue plundering your mouth as he claimed you in the most primal way possible. His hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers, eliciting gasps and moans from you with every touch.

You arched your back, pressing into his touch as you begged for more.

Arthur's fingers tweaked and teased, his mouth leaving love bites along your neck and shoulder. His thrusts became harder and more demanding, driving you closer to the brink of ecstasy.

The sweat dripped from his brow, splattering on your chest as he took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down gently. You cried out in pleasure, your back bowing off the bed as he sucked hard on your breast.

His hips pistoned faster and faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the tent.

His breath came in hot, heavy gasps, mingling with your own as you urged him on.

"Harder, Arthur. God, don't stop," you moaned, clawing at his back as he pounded into you.

He grunted in response, his body tensing as he reached the brink of release. You could feel him swelling inside of you, readying to fill you up with his hot seed again. The thought alone sent you over the edge, your walls clenching around him as you screamed his name.

"I wanna see your cock when you come. I want you to shoot your load on me, please, Arthur ," you begged, your voice hoarse with desire.

At your words, Arthur groaned deeply and picked up his pace even more. His thrusts became more frenzied, his body slapping against yours in the dim light of the tent. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to another orgasm, the pleasure building deep within you like a tidal wave about to crash.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum," he growled, his teeth gritted as he pounded into you.

You could feel him thrusting deeper and deeper inside of you, his cock hitting your g-spot with each movement. Your nails dug into his sweaty back as you felt another orgasm building within you.

"Do it, Arthur. Come all over me," you moaned, your head thrown back in pure ecstasy.

"I want to feel you cum on my skin."

At your words, Arthur let out a guttural groan and pulled out of you with a wet pop. He grabbed his cock in his hand, giving it a few strokes before his cum spilled out in thick, hot streams. It landed on your chest and stomach, the warmth of it making you shiver with pleasure.

Arthur watched as his cum painted your skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He had never seen anything so beautiful as you lying there, covered in his seed.

It sparked a primal desire inside of him, a need to claim and mark you as his own. His fingers traced the path of his cum as it traveled down your body, making you shiver under his touch.

"Mine," he growled, his pupils dilated with lust.

You could hardly believe the things this rugged outlaw cowboy was saying to you, but you loved every filthy word that came out of his mouth. You felt wanton and desired, something you had never felt before.

Arthur's eyes roamed over your body, taking in every inch of you covered in his seed. His gaze seared your skin, leaving you feeling naked and vulnerable. And it turned you on.

"Again," you breathed, a mere whisper that seemed to awaken something dark within him.

Arthur's eyes snapped up to meet yours, a hunger burning in his gaze that made your heart race. He didn't need any more encouragement as he crawled back onto the bed, settling himself between your legs once more.

His eyes held a primal hunger that took your breath away.

He swiped his thumb through the mess of his cum on your stomach, bringing it to your lips. "Open," he commanded in a low voice. You eagerly complied, taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking it clean. The taste of him on your tongue made your body hum with desire.

"Gooood girl," he growled.

Arthur's thumb slipped out of your mouth, and his hand trailed down to your already-erect nipples. He pinched one, rolling it roughly between his fingers as he leaned down to kiss you again. His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting of sweat and lust. You met his ferocity with equal passion, groaning into the kiss.

Your hips bucked wildly, clenching and unclenching around nothing. You longed for him, your desire for him burning like a wildfire through your veins.

"You're gonna be the death of me woman ," he groaned against your lips. "I can't get enough of you."

His words ignited a fire within you, a burning need to have him inside of you once again. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as you kissed him with all the passion and longing that had built up inside of you during his absence.

Arthur grunted, his hips bucking as he ground against your wetness. You could feel his cock swelling and hardening once more, ready for another round.

His need for you was insatiable, and you welcomed it with open arms.

"On your knees," he demanded.

You eagerly obeyed, your hands gripping the bedsheets as you positioned yourself on all fours. The position arched your back and thrust your ass in the air, offering yourself to him like a prize.

Arthur's eyes darkened with hunger as he took in the sight of you, his gaze lingering on your exposed pussy. His finger traced your wetness, collecting some of your arousal on the tip before bringing it to his lips.

"So fucking sweet," he groaned, licking his lips.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back towards him.

His hot, hard length brushed against your wetness, making you moan with desire. He teased you with his tip, tracing it along your folds before slipping just inside of you. You shivered with anticipation, wanting more but not wanting him to move too quickly. Arthur was a man who knew how to tease and tantalize, drawing out the pleasure until you were a writhing mess under him.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he groaned, sliding deeper inside of you.

Your walls clenched around him, pulling him further into your depths. The feeling of his hard cock filling you up was almost too much to bear. You threw your head back, moaning in pleasure as he bottomed out inside of you.

"Goddamn, Arthur. You feel incredible," you moaned, biting your lip.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the tent. Arthur's grip on your hips tightened as he began to thrust harder and faster, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You met each thrust with one of your own, your moans and gasps mixing with his grunts and curses. The sounds of your lovemaking filled the tent, raw and primal and utterly intoxicating.

"You like that, don't you?" Arthur growled, his voice low and deep. "You like it when I fuck you like a dirty little whore."

His words sent a thrill through you, igniting a fire deep within your belly. You loved it when he talked to you like that, when he treated you with a roughness that bordered on obscene.

It was a stark contrast from the gentleness he showed you in everyday life, and it was the combination of both that made your heart race with excitement.

As Arthur continued to fuck you from behind, his thrusts growing harder and faster, you reached down between your legs and began to touch yourself. Your fingers found your clit, already slick with your arousal, and began to circle it in time with his thrusts.

"Goddamn, baby," Arthur growled, his hand reaching forward to grip your hair.

"You're gonna make me cum like this."

Your fingers moved faster, your body tensing as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You loved feeling him lose control like this, hearing the filthy words spill from his lips as he took you with a primal intensity.

Arthur's thrusts became erratic, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck to him. He leaned down and bit roughly at the sensitive skin there, making you cry out in pleasure.

His free hand snaked around to your front, pushing your hand away to give him access to your clit and stroking it with a maddening precision. Your legs shook as you felt your orgasm building inside you, the sensation growing stronger with each thrust of his cock.

"Oh, fuck, Arthur!" you screamed as you came hard, pressing back against him as he continued to pound into you.

He let out a guttural noise as he followed you over the edge, his cock twitching deep inside of you as he filled you up with his hot seed.

You could feel him pulsating inside of you, a warm and satisfying feeling that made you collapse onto the bed in a heap of exhaustion.

Arthur collapsed next to you, both of you panting heavily as your chests rose and fell in unison. He pulled you into his arms, your sweaty bodies sticking together as he kissed the top of your head.

"I love you, Angel" he whispered gruffly, his hand tracing circles on your back.

You nuzzled into his chest, feeling safe and secure in his arms.

Your body hummed with satisfaction, the soreness between your legs a reminder of the incredible pleasure he had just given you.

Arthur's hand continued to trace patterns on your back, his touch soothing as you drifted off to sleep. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to have a man like him in your life. He made you feel desired and loved, something you had never experienced before.

As you slept, Arthur stayed awake, gazing down at you with a tenderness in his eyes.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found you - a woman who could match his passion and intensity both in and out of the bedroom.

He traced your curves with his fingers, marveling at the softness of your skin. You let out a contented sigh, snuggling closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

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