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cant i just get my tropical romance :(

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TINY WRLD (2020)

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talking to puppy!reader is actually so funny because you’ll think she’s listening to you but her brain is just:

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all goofing aside I genuinely don't understand the urge to reimagine Taylor Allison Swift as a secretly queer icon when the pop music scene(TM) is like. literally overflowing with women who actually like women. Gaga and Kesha and Miley and Halsey are right there. Rina Sawayama and Hayley Kiyoko and Rebecca Black and Kehlani and Victoria Monét and Miya Folick if you're willing to get slightly less top 100. Janelle and Demi for them nonbinary takes on liking girls. like what are we doing here. like I'm not even saying you can't enjoy Taylor but why would you hang all your little gay hopes on her.

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2 am thoughts with kit;

mdni

ex!rafe cameron who you mostly despise at this point, is a force to be reckoned with considering how he can sweet talk you back into his bed.

It’s concerning, you know that. It’s toxic, it’s bad, but you can never deny how good he fucks you. It’s hate being spewed at him while he’s balls deep, but at least you’re getting something out of it. You start to wonder if he likes how much you degrade him in bed now that he’s not your boyfriend. Telling him how much you hate him, how he’s an asshole, that you could never imagine dating him again, you’d tell him you’ve had good dick since him but he knows that one is a lie.

Rafe is under a slightly different mindset because you do piss him off, but he truly does miss you in his own twisted way. Even some of the softer things, he misses, and to him, the only way he can get even a lick of your attention is if he seduces you, or angers you enough to get you in his bed or in a bathroom.

It’s easy, he thinks. He has interest in how you’re doing, but he’s barely listening, too focused on your lips, your hands, your tits, all of you. His signature move of leaning close to you in a nonchalant way as if he wasn’t meaning to, that it was natural, always got to you. A hand to your lower back if he’s guiding you, even if it was only a couple steps you had to take. His voice is quieter, never as harsh as it can sometimes get.

Sometimes he’d feel like he’s coming off as desperate, and he is. But you don’t mind that. It makes it better when you pretend you’re not gonna give in to him and he gives you a pleading look only conveyed through his eyes while his jaw is tightened, fist clenched for a second before he calms himself, and once he’s waited enough in your eyes, you’re grabbing his hand and tugging him somewhere.

“I missed you,” he moans, right to your ear as he presses his cock into you. He’d say that almost every time and it gets you, hook, line and sinker.

Rafe is careful. He keeps his words calm, tame until he’s sure you’re completely gone and needy for him, then his thrusts get harder, his fingers digging into your skin, biting at your ear and your neck, making sure he leaves marks because he’d be angry with himself if he didn’t.

And his words turn filthier, “fuuuck you’re so damn tight. So wet, I make you this wet, huh?” Rafe lets out a combo of a growl and chuckle when you only whine in responses to him, “I know, baby, I know, don’t gotta say a word, I fucking know it.”

when the two of you finish, he’s always oddly caring, cleaning you up, getting you water if you needed it, but then he says shit like, “you wanna come to that new restaurant with me down by-“

“Shut it, Rafe,” you cut him off, getting your clothes on and leaving him be.

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Rafes buzzcut always does something for me.

Imagine reader seeing him like that for the fist time, she would not be able to keep her pussy of him.

He would just wake up full of love bites and scratches, look outside and be like: is the sun brighter today?

help!! him thanking god because his girl is sooo horny is so funny

the two of you wake up in the morning, you instantly mounting him for your 4th round in the past 24 hours. it’s a shame really, your cervix hurt, his cock was sensitive, and your nipples honestly couldn’t take anymore stimulation. but whenever you looked at him, and saw the fresh shave he underwent the previous morning? you couldn’t help but think with your pussy.

your riding relentlessly, plush tits jiggling with each bounce. rafe’s leaned up against the headboard, large hands squeezing at the fat of your hips as he watches you with hooded eyes.

“jesus fuckin’ christ.” he groans when you lean forward, hands on the top of the bed frame for stability. your swollen tits are bracketing his face, and he can’t help the primal urge to slip a pebbled nipple into his mouth.

your eyes are screwed shut, hips bucking as a thin sheen of sweat forms on your morning skin, “want it… want it real bad.” you pant into the air.

rafe scoffs, pushing you forward to look you in the eyes once more, “want what kid?” he questions, hands continuing to bounce you on his cock. you mewl quietly while he continues, your small manicured fingers rubbing gentle circles against your puffy clit, “my cum?” he asks.

you nod rapidly, a pleased hum vibrating the space between you two when you feel yourself getting closer, “please daddy.” you beg.

he shakes his head, but can’t help the way his cock twitches at your eagerness, “i’ve pumped you full of cum already kid? you need actually need more?”

but you just look so sweet and cock drunk on his lap. your perfect pink lips form a little ‘o’ and your eyebrows are knitted together from stimulation.

so he relents, holding you up to buck into you, ready to give you whatever he had left, “alright alright. you fuckin’ asked for it.”

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oh emily wilson translation of the iliad we’re really in it now

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Murmur, Cameron Barnett

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imagine reader decorating Rafe's hard dick, like with these type of eyes or with silly little things like hats or whatever

this is so cute haha. rafe is definitely the type of guy that as soon as he’s hard he’s heading straight to business, not really wanting a whole lot of jokes in the bedroom, ready to bust a nut asap so it would definitely take maybe even a few days before he agrees.

“can i take a picture, please?” you giggle softly, his pretty cock having a small little beanie on it. “picture? seriously, ma?” he groans, cock standing still.

“oh please, i’ll only take a second!” you giggle, taking out your phone and holding it in front of his covered tip, taking a few pictures with a bright smile. “oh my gosh!” you squeak, geeking over the photos.

“yea haha, real funny. you gonna suck my cock or what?” he says impatiently, almost making you think he was mad if he didn’t have the slightest smile on his face.

“mhm yea yea you big grump.” you mewl, putting your phone down to take off the beanie and press a wet kiss to his tip, whimpering at the salty taste.

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after a long and traumatic week, seeing and experiencing dreadful things — puppy!reader gets into the habit of needing john b to rock her to sleep. every night.

if he doesn’t, there’s tears — and bless your heart he understands. before these few weeks, he’d managed to protect you from it all. being shot at, stumbling on skeletons and dead bodies all for the sake of finding the next clue for the treasure that seemed so far away. at the time, and for your safety he had to bring you along — but as he watches your lip curl over, clinging to his chest back at the chateau — he regrets not finding a way around it.

“well sleep is important, bubba. you need rest.” he stresses, trying to ease you into relaxing as you argue against him. “c’mon. i know you’re tired. i can tell.”

“but i know i’m going to have a nightmare again! ugh.” in a moment of stress, you softly bury yourself into his arm, sinking teeth gently into his tanned bicep.

“noooo you won’t.” he croons in that comforting deep voice of his, slotting his hand between your face and his arm so that he can stroke your cheek with his thumb until you ease up on your bite. you huff, flopping back into his arms dramatically like you’d died mid conversation and he smiles, softly manhandling you until you’re lying directly on his chest. “i’ll tell you why you’re not gonna have any nightmares, pup. it’s because i’m gonna be riiight here. all night. you’re gonna get all hot and bothered and wish that you had your own bed, seriously.” he keeps his tone lighthearted as you get comfortable, but his face falls when he hears you sniffle. “hey, i know.” he acknowledges solemnly, kissing the top of your head.

“jus’ nervous.” you slur, muffled into the fabric of his shirt and he nods in understanding. without thinking much of it, john b starts to sway your body left to right, gently rocking you to attempt to halt your tears. after a moment, you seem to quieten down. “keep doing that.” you rasp after a few minutes, barely awake.

“mhm.” he hums, trying not to disturb you as much as possible with his response, continuing to rock you in his arms. for the first time in a while, you sleep soundly — with no bad dreams.

because of the success in john b’s new technique — you started to require it every night. as soon as you feel the tiredness creep up on you, you’re crawling into his lap, making a rocking motion with your body to communicate what you want. doing this every night might become tiresome to some, but your boyfriend was filled with guilt — accidentally putting you in such dangerous scenarios lately that your body was now riddled with anxiety, needing the gentle motion in order to have a stress free sleep. whatever he could do to help you, to rid himself of the guilt — he would comply.

occasionally, you had required this treatment during a nap in the middle of the day too — straddling him on the couch with the shy request.

“get on in here.” he opens his arms to wrap around you, letting you burrow down into him. as soon as he begins to rock you side to side, your brain starts to power down, even able to partially ignore jj when he loudly strolls in, aware of your habits.

“damn, it’s rockin’ time already? a little early.” the blonde converses casually making the brunette frown and wave one arm at him.

“shh, but yes. yes it is.”

unable to control his behaviour, maybank begins to dance, moonwalking across the wooden panels of the chateau floor. “i wanna rock with you, alllll night.” he sings, making you groggily lift your head to blink an eye at him.

“are you done?” john b deadpans.

“oh hey there sleepy-pooch. my bad, go ‘head and take that nap.” jj busies himself with a beer bottle, grabbing it to settle down with on the couch, eyes latching onto the tv.

you’re fast asleep in a matter of minutes, the gentle humming of the tv mixing with the sounds of your soft snores. “damn, she’s out like that already? guess they found the cure to insomnia. hey, can i try next?” jj teases, lifting the bottle to his lips making the brunette shake his head, not even bothering to glance away from the tv.

“would you shut-up? maybe?” he mumbles in careless retaliation, just happy his sweet pup was getting the rest she deserves.

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john b is well acquainted to your unending list of irritants — the lights are too bright, your sweater too itchy and the collar too tight — enough to have you fussy and overstimulated by the time you’d gotten home, needling into his side like a nestling pet.

“wish i could just turn my brain off,” you pout, the complaint muffled as the words are lodged into the side of his bulky abdomen, your mouth resting at his side and inhaling his scent for stability.

“mmh,” he coos, stroking your clavicle thoughtfully before letting his hands wander to your hips, propping you up to lay between his legs with your back against his chest, “think i got just the thing for that pet.”

before long his thick digits are massaging your clit, fingers wandering around your pussy and soothing your overstimulated folds with gentle rubs interspersed with little love taps against your clit that cause you to jolt and whine in his grip.

“shh baby, daddy’s got you, ‘m right here,” he soothes, whispering into your scalp, before dragging a finger down to thumb at your gaping hole, teasing the rim with soft, circular gestures and barely dipping in.

his fingers seemed to be made for this, the calloused pads softly groping your skin and holding you open while he eyed you from above, affectionately dropping kisses to whatever part of you he could reach when you would begin wincing from sensitivity.

by your 3rd— maybe 4th orgasm, you were drooping on him for complete support, body exhausted and reflective with a sheen of slick sweat and arousal, thoughts of harsh, fluorescent lighting and your itchy sweater long gone and repressed into a buried corner of your mind thanks to your boyfriend.

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john b has a penance for obedience. and well, somehow he’d struck himself a brat for a girlfriend.

thats how you ended up on his lap, cock buried inside you and your cheeks red and tear stained. you had a knack for running your mouth when you got nervous, which is what made todays particular pogue adventure far more difficult than it needed to be.

“did i say you could stop talking?”

you sniffled, nose scrunching in a way that made the boy almost regret punishing you in the first place, “‘m— ‘m sorry, daddy! ‘s just so good!” you cried, now a babbling mess. your punishment involved the near impossible task of reciting the reasons as to why you deserved it. he eyed you, silently urging you to keep going, your hips stuttering as you struggled to ride him any longer without promise of release.

“i— i was—“ slap, “talkin’ too much—” slap, and you whined “—daddy, i know!” slap, followed by a caress of the now reddened skin of your face.

“can’t help it, can you baby? that’s alright, daddy’s g’na fix that little problem f’you.”

you can say you learned how to keep quiet when he told you to.

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3 - W 4 Y :)

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INTRODUCING… LEOPARD!READER!

just because she’s a pogue doesn’t mean she can’t be the coolest chick in the obx. chunky gold earrings, leopard print everything, jeans that don’t fit her, black lace, dark red nails, whether it be acrylics she saved up for or just polish.

she’s constantly using her pretty privilege to get her way, big dilated eyes and slow flirty blinks to reel in unsuspecting tourons at keggers before pocketing their wallets.

of course her unexpected fast pace and insanely high stamina keeping things interesting when nobody can keep up with her after stealing whatever shit the pogues need. she’s a natural at jumping over fences, walls, whatever.

she’s got very quick temper, gritting her sharp canines a little too hard if someone says something about someone she loves, dropping her chill girl persona, fighting dirty n not stopping till she’s physically ripped away, then fighting whoever pulled her off.

massive oral fixation, sinking her teeth into anything on instinct, pretty much always chewing on her necklaces, knawing on her acrylics, or leaving indents in her man’s arm, he loves it really.

animal lover, given names to all the local stray cats and dogs and tries to feed ‘em every day, they all know where to go.

when you pass her house on certain morning she’s outside with all the forgotten strays, kneeling as she feeds them scraps of meat and it’s probably the happiest she’s ever looked.

which boy would she be most compatible with?

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