#ask🎀

[honeytonedhottie]

summer activities WITHOUT screens⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍹

this post is inspired by THIS ask from my inbox and all about activities that u can do this summer that dont include staring at a screen…💬🎀 (@aanglebones)

ON UR OWN ;

start a coloring book

find a craft tutorial on youtube and follow it

try thrifting and flipping clothes

buy urself some books and read

currently im reading crime and punishment, psycho cybernetics, and madness and civilization…💬🎀

learn a new skill (like doing ur own nails)

try ur hand at writing a book/poetry

use air dry clay/arts and crafts in general

WITH COMPANY ;

if ur trying to stay off ur phone, do so with company! doing things with ur friends is such an easy way to stay off ur screen because you guys can interact with each other and you won't feel the desire to get on ur phone/computer because u have their company.

have a picnic with ur friends

do any sort of challenge with ur friends (for example the deaf, blind, mute baking challenge)

go places with ur friends (trampoline park, the beach etc)

[rvmanticlvr]

salut pookie!

I was wondering if you could brew up some smut…

sitting on simon. rileys. face.

omg….

with love,

L.L.

hiii pooks <333

thank you so so much for requesting this i hope you like it (also im in such a silly mood idk why i wanted to make this funny but alr i hope u like it mwah ily <3)

*gasp* sitting on simons face.

first of all dont u dare!!!! hover over him or something like that if he says sit then SIT!!!

and if youre worried about hurting him...

"but si, i dont wanna suffocate you-" he will shut you up cuz babe youre talking nonsense!!! if he could die between your legs he would!!!

"luv thats bullshit, sit. on. it" and then hell grab your waist and put u on him 😋

and the way simon eats your pussy youll think he havent eaten anything in days!!!!

he makes out with your clit more than he does with you-

his nose is bumping against your clit while his toung circles your hole and tries to get in 🥴 he might even use his hand to rub your clit while hes trying to fuck you with his tounge hehe

and when u cum (like for 3 times minimum) he pulls away from ur pussy and brings u in for a kiss so u could taste urself on him

"see how wet my chin is, luv? yeah, thats all because of u. but i dont think my chin is the only thing thats coated with cum"

he came in his pants

cause of death: pussy too good 😔

[agirlwithglam]

I recently realized I have to stop sulking over my life but I struggle with embodying my dream self sm ughh

Do you have any tips?

Ok, what would ur highest self do RIGHT NOW? Like if she was going through sulking and not feeling her best, how would she tackle it? What would she do?

Take it slow, give yourself some rest, write down goals, make a to do list.

If you’re still stuck, here’s mini action plans for you🍰

🍓 1. Goals.

What’s your mega goal- what do you want from life? To be a doctor, have a business, what is it? (Try not to make it too vague)

Next, find out the things you need to get done to achieve this goal. So if you want to build a big business, you probably need money, a good product to sell, business & salesman knowledge, etc.

Once you got that, now figure out how you’ll achieve those things- for example; you need business or salesmen knowledge? Read books, listen to podcasts, watch videos, ask people around you for tips, etc. so that’s what you can start with, everyday listening to a podcast or reading a chapter will definitely bring you closer to that goal.

Then it’s just basically practice and consistency. Keep going, don’t give up! Make a to do list for each day, but don’t forget to add rewards as well.

🍓 2. Take it slow, prioritise your mental health.

Are you feeling okay? Is your health good? Have you been exercising, eating well, getting a good amount of sleep? Sometimes it’s just not taking care of yourself properly which can make you struggle and feel stuck!

So go, put on a face mask, do some yoga or exercise, whatever floats your boat, read, shower, and take a nap. Then when you feel better, do the Goals part.

🍓 3. Find the small happinesses in life.

You’re sulking? Maybe then take a day off and just become a child again. Go out for a walk (if you can & it’s safe), go for a swim with your friends, just laugh and have fun without another care in the world.

Be your inner child! Have fun!

Anyways I hoped that helped, I have a bunch of other stuff on self improvement & becoming your best self so u can read that too and also: watch thewizardliz or Tam Kaur or anything good yt, it helps.

Xoxoxoxoxo

[ilycosy]

subby season one rafe has my heart omg please share ur thoughts on the cokehead when he's high lmao

subby rafe is my fav type of rafe !!! i wna take care of him n mother him sm 😕

warnings: rafe is high (technically dubcon) , mommy kink n issues , dry humping !!

you both knew this wasn't okay in any way, other than personality differences and the fact that you're his dealers best friend— you're a pogue. rafe couldn't think of anything worse that he could be attracted to, but whenever he's in need of a fix he finds himself at your doorstep.

you hadn't really meant for this to become a thing, but rafe was cute. he was still baby faced and jittery every time you brushed him, pouting his pretty lips whenever you told him no more.

he hadn't come for a fix this time, rather showing up already high. his pupils dilated, and his brain moving faster than his mouth could speak. he barely got out the word 'mommy' before his lips were on yours. it hadn't been the first time you and rafe had slept together (don't tell his friends), but it's definitely the first that he's been so.. needy.

his slick lips had moved from yours down to your neck, shoving you through the door as you tried to grasp what was even going on. your hands found their way to his hips before you fully registered that they were even moving, pushing him back.

when you pushed him back, you could see the traces of his coke under his nose. his breathing was heavy, his hands trying to paw at you and bring you closer. whimpering for you, pleading that you pay attention to him.

you ignore the ache in your heart and focus on the ache between your legs, pulling him closer so you can properly kiss him. your hands run up his shirt, teasing his cold clammy skin.

he pushes back, trying to get your hands on him more. "fuck," he whines, his voice throaty and high. "please, mommy." you can hear your heart beating in your ears as he pleads, bringing your hands up to his chest manually.

your fingers find his nipples, just to tease him, not expecting to pull a whine from his throat so easily. his voice raising in volume as he tries to pull away when you pinch them, "fucking– stop!" he grunts, not like that'll stop you.

your hands slip out from under his shirt to rest on his throat, his dilated pupils hazily looking at you as he easily lets you push him to your broken couch. he can feel something sharp digging into his back but he doesn't mention it, not when you climb onto his lap.

"rafe," you tease, dragging your nails from his neck down his chest, resting at his v-line. "i always knew you were just looking for attention."

he thinks he rolls his eyes, whether he actually did is unknown to him. he doesn't argue with you, half because you're right and half because he's liking everything you do. a certain weight is lifted off him when your weight comes down on him, grinding onto the bulge in his shorts.

you bite back a giggle when rafe's head drops to your tits, his hands finding the back of your shirt to untie it. his shaking hands undo the knot of your shirt and tug it completely off, almost ripping it when it gets caught on your shoulders. so needy to have access to your chest.

his breathing hitches as he tunes into all his senses at once, the feeling of your cunt dragging up and down on his clothed cock, the smell of your coconut shampoo and your vanilla bodywash, but especially the soft muffled noises you make.

you watch him with hooded eyes, looking down at him as he drools on your tits— leaving warm spit to cool every time he pulls away slightly to look down and watch you grind. you can tell he's cumming before he even notices, his whines becoming louder and his hips bucking up.

he doesn't notice that he's cum until he feels the prickling pain of overstimulation rush through him when you keep moving, then he feels the uncomfortable wetness in his boxers— then comes the embarrassment. he came, in his pants, before you!

he almost apologizes, maybe begs for you to listen and not be mad but he's cut off by you. "there's mommy's boy," you coo at him, bordering teasing and loving. "did you cum for mommy?"

he swears his heart soars as he nods, a heavy blush spreading across his face as he looks up from your tits. peeking out from them innocently, like he didn't just do lines of coke with barry and cum in his pants.

"sweetheart," you whisper, running your fingers through his greasy hair, noting that he needs a shower after. "can you please make mommy feel good now? it's unfair that you've came n' i haven't.."

he almost gives himself whiplash with how fast he starts nodding, moving to get up and shove you onto the couch.

[fawnnpaws]

ughhhhh art being hammered by patrick while u ride his face is absolutely the dream

art’s desperately licking you and he is whining and moaning everytime patrick nails his prostate

u cum all over his face and then sit beside him, tweaking his nipples

patrick leans forward, his face close to arts and says “let me taste our girl, baby. kiss me”

and art messily leans up to patrick and they just GO AT IT

like patrick is sticking his tongue into arts mouth and all while you have the pleasure of watching them while you jerk art

patrick finishes inside of him and then the three of u just lay there 😖😖😖😖😖

GODDDDDD the dream really truly

poor art’s been so pent up, he just needs you both to be as close to him as possible. it’s like no amount of touch is enough. he’s gripping your hips and grinding them into his face, fucking and lapping into your dripping cunt with his tongue like he’s trying to actually eat you. his noises are muffled by your pussy, but he’s so loud in bed, especially when patrick fucks him, it doesn’t actually dampen the sound by much. you can still hear his punched out ah ah ah’s in time with patrick’s thrusts, getting louder and louder as they both steadily lose their composure. as cool as patrick likes to play it, you and art are his two biggest weaknesses.

“is he eating you good, baby? making that pussy feel good?” he pants, one hand gripping art’s hip for leverage and the other reaching to paw at your tits.

“feel so good, pat— fuck! he’s being such a good boy,” and that only spurs art on more. he’s doubling his efforts, forcing you over the edge until you’re cumming so hard on his tongue your vision whites out. you try to move, but art keeps you on top of him. keeps suckling on your clit and lapping at your pussy with the flat of his tongue, like he needs to taste every last morsel of your cum before he finally lets you fall boneless beside him.

“jesus - fuck - c’mere, let me taste her on you, baby - did so good making our girl cum,” patrick says as he hooks two fingers behind art’s teeth and pulls him up to smash their lips together. you can see the way their tongues press into each others mouths, again trying to get as close as humanly possible. patrick, trying to suck the taste of you off art’s tongue and art, utterly consumed by patrick being inside both his mouth and hole.

the feeling is contagious. you suddenly need to be close to them again and will your body to move so you’re up on your knees, pressed against your two boys’ sides. you mouth at patrick’s neck first and suck dark bruises into it to show you were there. his breath stutters through his nose and he picks up his pace, the sound of his balls slapping against art’s ass filling the room. its music to your ears. you move to art next, running the tip of your tongue along the shell of his ear and reaching your hand between them to loosely circle his cock.

“this what you needed, honey? such a little slut you can’t go a couple days without cock and pussy?” you tease, nipping at his earlobe.

he nods his head frantically and lets out a choked sob into patrick’s mouth. not daring to move too far away, he whimpers against patrick’s lips, “just you - both - hah - both of you, needed you, just you - please please—”

“you gonna cum for just us, baby?” patrick grins. he’s bullying his cock into art so hard it’s jostling his body and hitting his already abused prostate with every thrust. all art can do is hold on for dear life and let whimpers pour out from the back of his throat. you both love when he gets like this, fucked out to the point of brainlessness.

“be a good boy n make patrick cum too, sweetheart, cmon,” you’re pumping his cock harder now, keeping your hand in time with patrick’s thrusts despite them growing more and more erratic. “let me see my boys cum.”

art breaks out in a full body shiver and cums first, the force of it wracking through him and sending his back bowing before it snaps back and he presses his chest against patrick’s. his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open as he spills all over your hand. the motion of patrick still fucking him smears it between their stomachs and you help the process along, rubbing your cum covered hand between them.

“oh fuck— he’s choking my fucking dick baby - gonna cum, gonna fucking cum—” patrick throws his head back and fucks through his own orgasm, hips pounding into art’s at a frantic speed. you feel art’s cock do a valiant kick as patrick fills him with cum and his body goes limp at the feeling.

you smile softly to yourself as the two of them grab onto each other and press themselves together, both shivering periodically with aftershocks. you’ve regained some feeling in your legs by this point, so you go wet a washcloth and bring it back to clean them up while they come down. you can’t help but press a kiss into art’s sweaty temple, then patrick’s forehead.

when the three of you are clean, you don’t redress, you rarely do after sex. you just fall into a pile of interlinked limbs and cuddle up against each other. art always passes out first, sandwiched between you and patrick, leaving the two of you to bask in the glow and lean over your pretty blonde to talk or kiss lazily. you think you could live in these moments forever.

[tra1nchi]

stop being edgy and instead write about edging 😡

- 🎀

Hm edging you say? MINORS DNI!! Bttm male reader,, EDGING,,masturbating in class???? This is such a joke

He was so lucky to have you,,his pretty college professor,,he didn't care that you were older then him,,smarter then him and even more handsome then him!! He wanted you and he needed you,,

He had a pretty good edging streak before he had your first class,,he hadn't cum for weeks but the first time he saw you,,he had emptied all of his cum into his towel!!

Getting so hard and so horny during class,,watching how your stupid jeans hugged your ass and bulge wanting to rip them off of you so bad and shove his cock all the way into your unused hole!!

Groaning softly into his hand as he palms himself through his sweatpants,,feeling himself tighten at the sound of your almost hypnotic voice,,he couldn't care less for the topic you spoke about!!

Sitting all the way back in the room,,letting out a shaky breath as he slowly pulled out his rock hard dick,,stroking it right behind the chair infront of him,,

Practically salivating at the sight of you bending down to pick up a sheet of paper you dropped,,his thumb rubbing his tip before he stops himself!! His thighs quivering right when he was about to cum!!

He promised to himself that he won't allow him to cum again until its inside of you

[bratscave]

this blog got me feeling some typa way babesssss

dreaming about a young professor reader who thinks logan is constantly condescending to her when he asks about her lesson plans or curriculum… but he just doesn’t know how to start a conversation with her.

so when she has a bad day and snaps at him about his constant ‘patronizing’ he’s obviously very amused. because he’s honestly been looking for an excuse to chat with the hot, way too young for him piece of ass in a pencil skirt.

bonus points if he bends her over her desk and fucks her like a whore on it. and bonus bonus points if she thinks about it when she comes to her classroom the next day for class to find him leaning on it.

gotta feed the monsters in us i guess

ugh i need to write some logan smut to post already

I LOVE YOUR BLOG ITS SO- *animal noises*

- visionsofcarnality 🤭🫶

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ — a lil' help !

The past few days have been hell, actual fucking hell. You had never imagined that the kids would be so... unnerving. It turned out that they cared a lot less about genetic mutation biology then you would've thought. All you needed was a cigarette and a calm, quiet office for god's sake — no interruptions, especially not logan. “Got your curriculum figured out for next week?” his voice, low and rough, cut through the silence as he leaned against your doorway. You stiffened, feeling that familiar sting of irritation. It was the fifth time this month he’d asked you something like that, and every time, it grated on your nerves. You knew you were younger than most of the faculty, barely in your mid-twenties, but did he have to rub it in with his constant questioning? As if you didn’t know what you were doing. “Yes, Logan,” you replied, barely masking the edge in your voice. “I have it under control.” You didn't like how your words had absolutly no affect on him, he didn't move, didn't budge, didn't back down. It was like he was waiting or searching for something, “You sure about that? You look like you could use some help.” “I don’t need your help, Logan. I don’t need you constantly questioning me about my lesson plans, my missions or my fucking curriculum. I’ve been doing this for years, and I don’t need some — some condescending jackass acting like I’m not capable.” His mouth parted in surprise yet his lips twitched in amusement, "Really? Is that what you think I’ve been doin’? Condescending to you?” You shake your head, looking through the papers for tommorow, you couldn't deal with this today, "Yes, that's what I think." Logan pushed himself of the door frame, his fingers instantly moving to your shoulders like he was trying to reassure you, "You're young. You're new and you're trying your best, but you're feeling a bit...overwhelmed." You took another puff, finally looking up to his face. "I appreciate," the tone you use sounds almost sarcastic, "your concern but I'm getting by just fine." Yet you feel his finger absentmindedly trace over the skin of your neck as you lean back ever so slightly, almost on auto pilot. “Logan,” you said, trying to inject some authority into your voice whilst putting out the cig in a close ash tray but it came out breathier than you intended- His proximity was doing things to you, things you didn’t want to acknowledge, let alone act on. But Logan, perceptive as always, didn’t miss a beat. He didn't decide to comment on the little faltter in your voice, just brushes one of your hair strands behind your ear, the action feels intimate, a bit to much so. His hands work on gently pushing you down onto the desk, your face pressed against the cold surface, his rough fingers work on riding up your skirt. If you're not mistaken you can hear the fabric of your panties ripping as you scoff, "Y'know you could've just taken them off." It sounds more like a statement then a question, not that you'd really be intrested in one when all you could think bout was his dick. "That's no fun," you could faintly make out, the dull sound of his belt hitting the floor also, "You don't even understand how much i've been imagining you, like this — you, and your damn skirts." Your hands clench into fists on the desk, your knuckles turning white as you try to keep some semblance of control as he thrusts into you. He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he pounds into you, his breath hot against your ear. “This what you needed, darlin’?” he growls, his voice rough and strained with his own pleasure. “Needed someone to fuck that stress right outta you?” He’s fucking you like an animal, hard and fast, and it’s exactly what you needed. The desk creaks beneath the force of his thrusts, with this pace you could perfectly forget about all those kids that make you lose more and more brain on the daily. That's exactly what you think about when you see logan leaning against your desk the next day, all innoccently yet gazing u you like he was about to eat you alive, in front of countless of children.

You could certaintly use his help every now and then — not on the curriculum of course.

[starflungwaddledee]

i wanted to do a piece to commemorate all the amazing waddle dees who entered the @kirbyoctournament this year! as starstruck is the last dee standing in the mainline tourney, that's a big legacy to carry, but she's doing her best...!

if you want to help her keep fighting the fight for the Humble Waddle Dee against all these super cool knights, dark matters, gods, and ancients, you can vote for starstruck here!

additionally with the first round of second chance voting now open, all these dee's are back for more, and you can give them your vote in the second chance bracket!! sadly a few of them are up against each other, but from top to bottom, here are links to vote for your favourites!

galaxia // ideena // pip // fondue // starry // mimi // daisy // rainbow // wadhat // wridee // stellar // rope mf // keyper // seam // lemon // flower // and of course starstruck being squished to within an inch of her life there 😂

character credits, from top to bottom!

galaxia @centellazul // ideena @tazmilygray // pip @emmyp0ps // fondue @moonmacabre01 // starry @staring-at-a-blank-pagee // mimi @clownie-rainbow // daisy @starrygoober // rainbow @cali-kabi // wadhat @iwontusethis255 // wridee @mxmanynames // stellar @drawscutestuff // rope mf @mint-termsandconditions // keyper @bloodiegawz // seam @cloud-the-forgotten // lemon @snazzyladreal // flower @eliastheownerof0axolotls

i hope you all enjoy it!! best of luck to everyone and their wanyas in the tourney and second chance!! 💖🙏

[jade-and-101-cats]

richard john (dick) grayson

[shrimparts-blog888]

Couple of redesigns i had in mind for the Darling that i had to get out of my system 🫣

[honeytonedhottie]

HONEY HONEY HONEY I MANIFESTED CLEAR SKIN <3

now normally i don't really get breakouts to begin with bc of genetics but i've been rlly stressed these past few months and bc of that i had 3 nasty ass pimples on my face 😭 i absolutely hated them and it seemed like no matter what i did they just didn't go away

but yesterday i said fuck it let's apply the law and just began affirming to myself "my skin is clear, glistening, and glowing". idk how long i did this for but def for at least 30 mins and then i did it again while doing my nighttime skincare routine + visualizing clear skin while i did it

and guess what??? this morning my fine ass woke up with them GONE!!!! i didn't even notice until i looked in the mirror after my shower but i was stunned i wish i recorded my reaction lmaooo

i've known abt the law for almost 2 years now and this is literally my first real (or at least first positive) manifestation and it was literally so easy 💀 JUST PERSIST BITCHES PERSIST I PROMISE YOU IT WORKSSSS anyways i can't wait to see what else i'm gonna manifest hehe

OMG ANONIE CONGRATULATIONS 🫶🏽💗⭐️ IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU AND IM SO PROUD. UR LITERALLY A MASTER MANIFESTOR. it is really that simple, all u have to do is affirm and persist and thats it. GOOD JOB AND THANK YOU FOR SHARING 👏🏽

[little-baby-79]

Lips pretty please😵‍💫

[agirlwithglam]

Do you ever feel sick and don't feel like doing anything when the day before you told yourself you were going to do a glow up, live always the best ecc..?

yes definitely! unless i'm actually sick and incapable of doing anything, i will at least try. you didn't ask for advice, but here we go anyways. when i feel like that, heres a few things i do:

how to do things when you don't feel like doing them: (from personal experience)

believe that you can do anything. dont roll your eyes at me! dont skip this part either. this is the main point that gets me going every single time. i truly believe that i can do anything, that i am capable of literally anything that i want to achieve. if i want it, i will have it. that is the first mindset you must have when it comes to this.

start small/ make it fun. yes, ofc i said this. if you can't do a full 1 hour workout, do some pushups/squats/lunges and go for a bike ride or a walk with a friend. what i do when im going bike riding with a friend is we go to a mall and buy drinks there! so make it fun! adding friends to whatever you need to do certainly makes it fun. another thing you can do is if you need to read, you can create a cosy spot in your room with scented candles and a little snack and everything and sit and read there. just the idea of it gets me excited!

treat yourself like a project/ robot. now THIS is something that has certainly gotten my some discipline. we as humans have emotions and feelings and moods. sometimes we don't wanna do stuff, and we actually cave into that. if you promised yourself that you would change your life, switch off your emotions and moods. treat yourself like a robot or an "apprentice" that you're training to become the best.

reward yourself! so you can either reward the action (like reading or studying) or the outcome (like finishing a book or getting a high mark on a test). decide what works the best for you. example: you don't wanna study? you can either a) reward yourself for studying with some free time with friends or watching your fav show or b) you can reward your self by the score you get on the test (ex if you got higher than 80%= a certain thing on your wish list, above 90%= a better thing on your wish list, 100%= the thing you've wanted for ages) you don't wanna read? you can either.. a) reward yourself for reading for x amount of minutes or b) you can reward yourself for finishing a book in a certain amount of time.

alter egosss. i know, i mention this quite often, but trust me this actually gives such a burst of emotion! embody someone else/ a different version of you that can best handle the situation. im gonna make a whole post on alter egos soon cus i mention it in a lot of my posts.

EDIT:

Please remember that if ur actually sick or genuinely feeling really low, remember to rest!! Remember to take time to relax and slow down. Take care of yourself honey <3

thats it for now! i hope this helped <3

btw heres a big master-post to how to get things done when you dont want to (not by me)

[ilycosy]

PLEAAAAAASE MORE SUB RAFE ! I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WHAT YOU WROTE

Maybe comforting him after he has a fight w ward and he comes looking for you all teary eyed and he just wants his mommy to take care of him 🤭(he’s fs sucking on them titties)

sub rafe supremacy !!! he's so sweet n i love him !!!

warning : daddy issues (ward when i catch u ward) , mommy kink , drug mention (he isnt high) , s1 rafes greasy hair is a warning itself

you heard the footsteps before rafe even announced that he was here, they were loud and fast as he easily shoved open your door. you almost rolled your eyes at the sight of him, teary eyes and his bangs almost sticking to his head, residue coke on his nose from an old line.

for an intimidating man in public, constantly wanting to fight and argue— he was mommy's boy through and through. being thrown out by his father when he owed money, his addiction being at its peak right now. he came running to you.

he didn't speak when he stalked over to you, blinking rapidly so he wouldn't cry. he climbed on top of you, shifting so he could be smaller in your arms, grabbing your hand to put it on his head a little more aggressively than he meant to.

"off." he mumbled, tugging at your shirt. you just sighed and pulled it off, you don't even know why you still wear a bra, you just fumble with taking it off everytime he stares at you expectantly. his watery blue eyes waiting for your chest to be fully out for him.

he doesn't say anything else before he latches on, letting a tear slip down his cheek as he sucks on one nipple while his hand squeezes your other tit. your hand rakes through his hair, scratching at his scalp as he lets go of all his worries. he forgets completely about ward, and how he's now technically homeless.

you press a soft kiss to his forehead and push his bangs back, "can mommy keep reading?" you ask. he doesn't even hesitate with shaking his head no, only pulling off for a second to tell you to pay attention to him.

you don't bother with reading anymore, setting the book to the side as you continue petting his head. thinking about all the self-care things you can probably wrangle him into doing while he's in this headspace, but for now you're trapped under him while he sniffles and sucks hickeys onto your chest, making sure everyone knows you're his mommy.

[sematarygirls]

frat!rafe being so obsessed with you to the point that he kept his radio tuned to the campus radio station just so he never missed your voice.

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you started working at your campus' radio station to earn a little extra money and have something to do to pass the time, but it quickly became the thing you looked forward to every day.

for a couple of hours every day, you were in control. your voice and your favorite songs were broadcast throughout the campus and into the homes and cars of anyone in town that had tuned in to your college's station.

you loved the feeling of control after a whole school day of being in class, under the guidance and control of your professors. of course, you loved class. you had to, after all, you were paying to be there, but you loved your job even more.

unbeknownst to you, head of the most prominent frat on campus and notorious womanizer, rafe cameron, also loved your job.

he'd stumbled upon it by accident. he had been giving one of his frat brothers, johnny, a ride, and the boy started fiddling with his radio. rafe hated when people fucked with his stuff, and right when he was about to yell at him to knock it off, he heard your voice.

you were introducing some song he didn't know or care to know, but your voice alone captivated him.

"don't touch my shit again," he gritted his teeth, glancing over at the boy to make sure he wasn't going to change the station again.

"sorry, man," johnny replied, holding his hands up in defense. the unfamiliar song began playing, and he frowned. it wasn't exactly something he would willingly listen to or enjoy, but he let it play, wanting to hear your voice again when it ended. "what is this shit, dude?" his friend laughed.

"shut the fuck up," rafe replied, ever the aggressive type. he tapped the steering wheel impatiently, willing the song to be over, so he could hear you again.

from that day on, he never touched the radio, and he memorized the station number in case someone else touched it without his permission.

every day, no matter where he went, he was always listening to the campus radio station waiting for you to come on.

he had no way of knowing where to find you, so listening to your voice and laugh as you passionately talked about your music was the only thing he had.

[yutofia]

you should totally write a small fic of rúben taking his gf to the grand prix and you start to flirt with charles and carlos a lot and rúben starts to get jealous. and the he fucks you to show who you really belong to 🤭🤭

ON IT!

warning: smut(!)

So ruben is invited to the Hungarian grand prix and as his girlfriend he takes you with him. After a look around the area and some chit-chat you go inside the garage to meet the drivers. You both meet Carlos first. You stand there watching them interact as they swap shirts. He turns to you, excitement in his eyes, holding up the red Ferrari shirt with Sainz's signature. "Isn't this amazing, babe?" You smile at his excitement "It is baby." He grins and leans in to whisper in your ear. "I can't wait to see you in that Ferrari merchandise I got for you. You're going to look so hot." You smile and blush at his comment as a guy asks him to do an interview. While he's being interviewed you look around the place, chatting to some people before you find your f1 crush, charles.

He notices you've wandered off once he's done with the interview and follows you, only to see you staring at charles with a huge smile on your face. "Oh my God, I'm a big fan. Hope we win the race today" He hears you say to charles. Ruben's expression turns a bit pouty as he watches you chat with leclerc, his arm instinctively tightening around your waist possessively. He clears his throat, trying to get your attention, his hand resting on the small of your back. "Can i have your signed shirt?" You ask charles with a smile. He accepts politely. Ruben tenses up, his hand gripping your waist tighter. He tries to suppress his jealousy but it's clear that he's not happy about this situation. Charles hands you his signed shirt. You smile at him "Oh i'm gonna frame this. thank you so much!" You say excitedly as his jaw clenches. You show the shirt to your boyfriend "Look! I have a signed shirt too now." He forces a smile, trying to hide his annoyance, but his eyes betray him, flashing with a hint of jealousy. "Ah, congratulations" he says, his tone a bit dry, as he glances at charles, who's still smiling at you. Once the conversation is over you make your way out to watch the race with him. He was silent the whole time answering with a dry "I'm fine" anytime you asked him if everything is ok. Once the race ends and you go back to your hotel, you fangirl over charles's signed shirt, thanking ruben for taking you. He looks at you, the hint of jealousy still present, though now accompanied by a different emotion— irritation.

He takes a step closer to you, his eyes locked onto yours, the emotions swirling in them making his gaze intense. "You're still fawning over charles, aren't you?" You are taken aback by his statement "What?" He takes the shirt from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a small jolt of electricity between you. He crumples it in his hands, anger seething beneath his touch. "That man." He throws the shirt aside and pulls you closer, looking at you like he's trying to figure out a puzzle. "I can't stand the thought of another man giving you attention. It should be me." His voice is low, his breath hot against your lips "And only me" You smirk, not afraid of the intensity of his eyes "Aww are you jealous?" He groans, his hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you closer.

The intensity in his eyes deepens as he looks down at you. "Yes, I am jealous. And I don't care if it makes me look weak, I want you to myself." He smashes his lips against yours before you can speak. He moves his hands quickly, ripping your clothes off and discarding them to the side. He pushes you down on to the bed, causing you to sit on it as he unbuttons his shirt. He's panting, eyes are wild, filled with a primal need as he looks down at you sitting on the bed. "Mine," he growls, his voice barely recognizable as he leans over you. His hands tighten their grip on the mattress on the sides of your hips, knuckles white with the force of his desire. He's barely containing himself, the animalistic look in his eyes a testament to the control he's exerting over his baser instincts. His voice is rough, tinged with dark desire as he speaks. "Hands and knees, now." He watches with heavy-lidded lust-filled eyes as you do so, unable to take his gaze off the sight before him. You do as he says. His eyes flash with a possessive intensity as he gazes at you, his hands moving to free himself from his pants. The sound of the zipper echoing through the room, he pulls out his arousal, his hand wrapping around it as he takes a step closer to you. "You're mine." You decide to play the game, to rile him up "Am i?" You ask teasingly

His eyes narrow, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat as he takes another step closer, his hand tightening around his arousal before he spanks your ass. "You know you are," he says, his voice low and rough, the portuguese accent thick and sensual. You yelp at the pain. He grins, the expression wolfish as he watches you react to his actions. His hand reaches out to touch your cheek softly, soothing the sting he just caused. "Mine," He repeats, leaning down to press a kiss to the hand print he has left behind. He suddenly thrusts into you with a primal grunt, his large frame filling you completely. The initial stretch and intrusion make you hiss, but he doesn't slow down, setting a relentless pace as he claims you. "fucking mine....every inch of you" He repeats, his voice guttural with desire as he pounds into you. Your ass in the air as your body moves forward with each thrust, fisting the bed sheets as you let out a loud moan.

He watches your body move and respond to him, the sight driving him wild. He reaches out to grab your hips, holding you in place and increasing the force of his thrusts. You can feel him bottoming out with every stroke, his balls slapping against your skin. "RUBEN!" You cry out as you try to look back at him. He smirks, releasing your hips, he leans over to grab your wrists instead, pulling them back and up to give you a better view of him. "yeah look at who's fucking you this good. me, me, ME" He grunts into your hair. He then pushes you down, forcing you to arch your back further as he continues to pound into you. The harsh slap on your ass rings out in the room, followed by his gruff groans. "Fuck yeah, take it," he growls, his hips snapping forward with renewed intensity. You moan none stop, your thoughts consumed by him. His sounds, his big and thick cock and his possessiveness. He senses your loss of coherence and it spurs him on, his movements becoming even more erratic and forceful. He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he grips your hips with bruising strength. "I own this"

You scream his name over and over in pleasure. You are on cloud nine, your pussy clenching none stop around him, a sign of your impending orgasm. The sound of your screams pushes him over the edge and with a few more powerful thrusts, he buries himself deep and stills, his hot thick cum pumping into you. Your body trembles, shockwaves hitting you as your high piched moans fill the room.

He lets out a deep, satisfied sigh as he feels your walls clenching around him, milking every last drop of cum from his cock. He holds you close, feeling your quivering body against his own "That's my good girl" Ruben pulls out of you, easily flipping you onto your back. He spreads your legs apart and admires the sight of your cum-covered pussy. "Whose cum is on your pussy baby?"

"Yours" you repond while panting. He chuckles lowly, running a thumb through the mess of cum and juices on your pussy. "That's right, it's MY cum, all over your pretty little pussy"