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The Bad, The Bitchy and The Cock-Hungry by Lewdsmokesoldier Hey, ya'll! This is another image-inspired story, for this image by leeterr. I promise I'll be doing some non-image related works next, and this will be my last one for a while! I just greatly enjoy putting words to piece of visual art! If you enjoy this, I'd love it if you followed my Patreon and Twitter! Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Ashe had no idea where she’d learned that phrase, but she honestly didn’t care. She’d never been big on literature, and now wasn’t the time to start…

The Bad, The Bitchy and The Cock-Hungry by Lewdsmokesoldier Finally, a new chapter! This one was jogged by good old Yeero's piece here, though I've been wanting to write a follow-up for a while now. Jesse McCree awoke one evening from uneasy dreams to find his head throbbing in the most curiously painful manner. That kind of discomfort wasn’t a new phenomenon. McCree tossed back enough booze that hangovers were almost his expected state of awakening, and his cigar huffing left him lightheaded when he didn’t properly control his inhalation. Perhaps no…