#but yesterday was rlly fun <3

[goldenhypen]

hii dance show yesterday went well y’all 🫶🏻

[httpiastri]

happy to confirm that oscar still looks at lando like he created the world

just cuties being cuties 🫶🫶

ALSO im sorry but i genuinely started laughing when watching this because i remembered oscars comment back in that jack daniels video…. “my hands are too small” you’re actually delusional

[strawberriistars]

lydia!! 💜💚

[wazzuppy]

hey guys :))) this is a friendly reminder that :)))) spawn camping ruins the game for the other team :))))) and only serves to make people think you and your entire team are jerks :)))))) i dont care what team you joined for splatfest :)))))))) if you spawn camp you are actively taking the enjoyment out of the entire event for everyone involved, including your own team :))))))))))

[jkpng]

[when-sanpape-arts]

My drawing era iceburg :]

[luigitimebabey]

for having such an awesome design i'm sad the super dimentio boss fight didn't have more interesting game mechanics

Mimi was my favorite to fight in the game gameplay-wise overall, her fights were fun and always the right level of difficult for me

[mwebber]

i fear tomorrow i will be unable to move

[navysealt4t]

theatre gives u some just. insane memories and moments . man. friends

[kimmkitsuragi]

gale is becoming my poor meow meow. uh oh

[noxtivagus]

good morning c:

[peachkkuma]

ᰍִ ۫͟ ͟ ☁️ ִ✧ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

hello, I’m Tiffany and this is my manifestation diary! If you haven’t read my previous diary entries yet, recently I’ve come to the realization that I’ve overcome all of my obstacles and there truly is nothing in my way except for me. So I made the decision yesterday to put my foot down and take the leap of faith, in other words, stop putting off manifesting my dream life because of fear. now this account will hold not just my diary entries but also the documentation of my journey to finally and seriously manifest my dream life.

╰┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄ ♡ ♡ ♡ 05.21.2024

let’s begin!

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐈. ⊰ ۫ 🐻‍❄️ ◌ ִ ੭ ˑ DEFINING THE OBJECTIVE

I want to make the end goal a bit more clear, the term dream life is both pretty straightforward and a bit vague. what would I like my dream life to include? how would my dream life make me feel? and ofc, I’m not just manifesting my dream life, I’m manifesting my dream self. what would my self concept be? how would I like to be?

tiffany’s dream life check list - what it means to live my dream life

attend my dream school

be 100% perfectly healthy (physically, mentally, emotionally, in every way basically)

have good eating habits and a good relationship with food

have perfect straight A pluses (revision to previous grades as well)

have the perfect friend group for me

healthy, super soft, hydrated, moisturized, smooth clear skin (and elimination of acne genes) (body + face)

perfect tangle free hair at all times, pretty, voluminous, bombshell hair

a healthy, perfect, loving relationship with everyone in my family

own a super cute and fluffy golden retriever puppy

high paying jobs for my parents <3

have a rolls royce with a pink exterior

grow taller

have every single clothing item I’ve saved on Pinterest

have my YouTube channel blow up

complete head to toe desired appearance

desired lifestyle

perfect eyesight

be super good at makeup and have all desired products

have a gorgeous bedroom

have a very active and lively social life

have the perfect, most ideal school, social, and home life

completely healed phone addiction

have a lot of desired hobbies that I’m very good at

have a fun and eventful life, always have fun plans and something going on

be on the right track career-wise

elimination of social anxiety and shyness

high self esteem and confidence

be more in touch with my culture

be a complete master at manifestation

huh, this is shorter and less serious than I thought it’d be, ig this was also a way of getting out of my own head. I thought manifesting my dream life would be a bit challenging for some reason, but ig a dream life rlly isn’t as complex as I thought it was. I mean now I feel silly, it’s just a dream life! nothing more than a lifestyle and a few personal fixes. I feel like I just got humbled.

𝐈𝐈. ʚ ⊹ ִ⏲️ 𑁯͟ ɞ THE OUTLINE

alright, I know what I want and I know how manifestation works. but just to make sure I don’t over complicate anything or things dont get confusing, I’ll create a sort of plan or outline. Little steps I can fall back on if I get a bit lost.

step number one we have covered, have a desire

step number two, put your foot down and make the firm decision that you have it. this decision is for good, nothing u do can take this decision away so don’t u dare worry about “ruining progress” or “messing up”— u’re better than that.

step number three, once you’ve decided it’s done, it’s done. the only and I mean it when I say only thing for you to do is to act like it. imagine you, the creator of your reality, making the decision that you have something only to then be like “is it coming?” “do I have it?” BE FR!! act like you have it, think like you have it, and see the world as if you have it— because you do. you decided you did, didn’t u? It’s ur reality, what u say, goes. and no, you’re not acting like u have it to get something out of the 3D, you’re doing it for your sanity. Because you deserve a break, you deserve relief, you deserve to be the you that has it all!! let yourself be in the sowf because why shouldn’t u be certain you have it? don’t entertain anything that says u don’t. getting in the sowf is easy, u deciding u have it is all the confirmation u need. there’s no reason for u to not be certain u have it.

sowf = knowing that u have it

step number four, optional not necessary but it’s really gonna help and is fun. immerse yourself in the new story. experience it!! have fun!! u finally got what u want, u finally r who u want to be, so choose to live that life!! try methods for the sake of fulfilling urself (never to make anything appear in the 3D, u know better, 3D desperation doesn’t get anybody anywhere.) try out methods to have fun and be more familiar with having what u want.

that’s it girl, that’s all u gotta do, that’s all u ever had to do. decide it, experience it, assume it. u don’t always have to feel “good” or “happy” u just have to know u have what u want, u just have to assume. the goal is to truly know that u have it, to be faced with the 3D and still know it in ur bones u have what u want. u deserve to trust urself like that, u deserve to be fulfilled like that, and u deserve those things from YOU not from the 3D. U deserve to feel secure in urself, don’t let ur security come from the 3D. loa bloggers mean it when they say the materialization is simply the cherry on top and I get that now. For me, it’s about being able to depend and trust urself, to rely on urself, and in that way everything else comes off the pedestal.

✉️ : ahhh I forgot to finish up this post yesterday but here it is!! I’m so excited!! part two to come soon ♡

[yrieso]

my first good july 19t in years :-)

[on-leatheredwings]

Secret Admirer

Yandere! Dick Grayson / Yandere! Green Lantern! Gender Neutral Reader

> romantic > tw/cw: yandere behaviors. Kissing. Heavy petting. > rated M > summary: You should stop playing with fire. Because when you do, you make him want to be crazy. Crazier. And Dick’s worked really, really hard to wrap those habits up. > a/n: wow nothing truly despicable in this one i’m so vanilla now <3 the reader is male to me but feel free to imagine what you want. I rlly like writing pre-yandere + pre-relationship stuff, it’s so fun . may write more for actual smut possibilities > word count: 1472

Newly-acquired powers or not, you are really poking the bear here. 

Dick has known you've been following him since yesterday. He allowed it because who was he if not a performer? He thrived on attention, and especially yours. But today, you had gotten too close to a fight. Sure, you had stayed an appropriate distance away, but the fact it had happened at all was worrying. It made him distracted. Distracted enough that he wasn’t pulling his punches on criminals like usual. 

“Now that it’s getting quite late–” he begins, to which you audibly gasp. An adorable sound. “–how about you finally come out and let me help you?”

He turns around to a swath of darkness that paints the rooftop’s entry door in black shadow.

Behind the corner, you curse. Damn it, he caught you. … Well, you could’ve told yourself this would happen. Dick, the fine friend he was, surely said it would. No one really ‘sneaks up’ on one of the Bats. And definitely not Nightwing, the most tenured of them all aside Batman himself.

You got caught, and lord knows what Nightwing will do to you. You bite your lips, mind running wild. Who knows what Nightwing will do to you, indeed? You feel a pang of arousal at the thought. 

You step out of the shadows, trying to act natural. Nightwing’s eyes lock onto your humble form, and you find yourself warming over every inch of your body. You want him bad.

His body stiffens, for reasons you can’t discern. It doesn’t seem like hostility… you think?

You adjust your domino mask, cursing silently that the adhesive is finally starting to give after a long night of following him around. Stealth isn’t really a natural gift for a Green Lantern, either. Turning down your glow while using your powers to maintain soundless stalking was hard. Harder than expected. 

“What are you doing here?”

You smile, hoping your giddy expression is hidden by the hoodie you’ve chosen to wear on your escapade. 

It certainly is not, which makes Dick pleased.

Now that you've made contact with him, his first thought is that he ought to tell Batman about this. And the rest of the team, while he’s at it. Dick Grayson knows that Nightwing is your 'celebrity' crush, and that you're enamored with the rest of the Bat Family. What if you confronted them someday as well?

On the Batcomputer is a file on John Stewart, complete a footnote that is you. Said footnote has graduated to its own page, now that you have your own hero exploits to document. They'd be less welcoming and more wary of a hero on their turf. He has to protect you.

“I… I…” you croak, tongue heavy with anxiety. You can’t help but be nervous. 

“Sometime tonight?” he teases. 

“You’re beautiful,” you blurt.

He is taken aback, before he recollects his wits. 

“I really like you,” you say again, stepping forward. He lifts his hand in warning. Stay back. You get chills, but don’t stop treading forward. You can tell his eyes are narrowed beneath his mask.

When he’s finally in arms’ reach, you are pushed against the wall. And not roughly at all, you notice. You smile with delight, your hands immediately landing on his shoulders. Nightwing’s glare doesn’t feel hostile at all. Suspicious, maybe. But not hostile.

“... What do you mean by, you “really” like me?” You suspected that he probably wouldn’t believe you.

“Well,” you fluster, “I mean that I really like you.” Dick’s heart jolts. “And I want you.” It nearly flatlines.

Oh, don’t say that, don’t say that, Dick thinks, despite the elation that begins to tighten his throat. You? Want him? If he had known all he needed to do to grab your attention was put on the suit, he would’ve done that ages ago. He felt nearly invisible to you during the day, all his flirtation falling on deaf ears and blind eyes.

At Nightwing’s silence, you lick your lips. An action that makes his eyes dilate behind his mask. 

“I-I’m serious!”

Nightwing leans in closer, as if inspecting the truth in your expression, raking over every atom. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he breathes.

“It’s not a game at all to me,” you say, feeling lightheaded from the small distance between you two. This doesn't feel real.

To love and be loved is all you’ve ever wanted. You’d think that would give you the violet ring of Love. Instead, the ring that had appeared in your hand one fateful night was acid green, sparkling and mesmerizing. Apparently, instead of embodying love, you simply were driven enough to seek it at any costs. Driven enough to never be alone ever again.

You have the ability to overcome great fear. Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps, it said. You had taken it without hesitation.

“Kiss me,” you say, hands rising to cup his jaw. As if he’s not already leaning in.

Your lips meet in an unabashed frenzy. You’re nearly blown away by the pure amount of feeling in his kiss – that's quite a lot of emotion for a stranger. Not that you aren’t equally impassioned. You feel so raw and naked, kissing him. You hope he can't feel all your insanity, your obsession, your infatuation.

However, Dick certainly does, so much that he moans openly, the sound making both your lips buzz.

You make him want to be crazy. Crazier. And he’s worked really, really hard to wrap those habits up. 

You shudder, feeling the pressure of his cup press in between your thighs. God, you wished you could feel the real thing. Your hand slips in between you two, tracing the lines of his abs. Dick shivers. He peels off your domino mask, but you don’t even flinch. You don’t care if he knows who you are. You want him to know everything. Inside and out.

Your eyes flutter open as you gyrate against his hips, sinful and frustrating. You peer up at him, cheeks blazing. You want him.

He looks into your eyes, and it's as if he can read your mind. He wants to swallow you whole. He wants to map every inch of your body. His cock is painfully straining against his suit. You are not a want, but a need.

But Dick is trying to be good, he really is. The night’s not over. He’s still on patrol, technically. You may want Nightwing, but do you want Dick Grayson? If he fucked you on this rooftop, throwing restraint into the wind, would that be taking advantage of you? Do you just hero worship him? All the questions fly through his mind at rapid speed, and he wants them to quiet, before the Angry Orphan inside him decides to just stop caring completely. 

But he… he’s strong. We don't have to be, his mind interjects, screaming at him. But he quiets it. He whimpers at the tightness against his groin, a sound that makes you look at him curiously. You are completely blissfully ignorant to his inner strife. Completely innocent.

Dick narrows his eyes, channeling his best Batman impression.

“You should go home.”

You balk almost comically. “W-wait.” Nightwing retreats, but not before you can grab his wrist. “At least– at least, can we go on a date? Or even hang out? Or–” His thumb traces the curve of your lips, silencing you with a shiver.  

“Go home.” Firmly said, yet gentle.

You frown, though it’s more like a pout. Man, you’re cute, he thinks. “When can I see you again?”

Dick certainly isn’t strong enough to be responsible and say “You can’t.” 

So Nightwing just stares at you, looking… hesitant. The pieces click in your mind. Ah, so he liked it. Your lips curl, like a cat with cream. You take that as a victory.

“... I-I’ll come back tomorrow night,” you state boldly, stealing a chaste kiss before he could argue. Dick has to basically pull himself away, despite his desire to keep your bodies flush and perfectly fitted against one another.

You slip your ring onto your finger, and your entire body glows, rampant with Lantern light. You begin to float.

“Tomorrow!” you blurt, already wanting him again. You zip away, flying home. All the while, you slap at your warm cheeks, trying to see if this is a dream, laughing with glee, mind going haywire with heated fantasies. You kissed Nightwing. You basically groped him. And he didn’t stop you. Oh god, wait until you tell Dick. 

The confrontation went better than expected. At worst, you figured Nightwing would shoo you away, reject you. Despite the abrupt ending, he at least seemed… interested? You try not to dwell on it too much. It doesn’t matter.

You’re a Green Lantern. You’re powerful. Willful. He will be yours, someday.

[thesmpisonfire]

Hey lads!

So, it's amazing waking up and seeing so many supportive posts towards the Brazilians of the community and also towards Cellbit. It rlly makes me feel safe here and reassures I choose the right community to be active on (qsmpblr <3)

But I need y'all to know that the reason the xenophobia against brazilian fans and cellbits doc are connected is bc a bunch of brazilians managed to gather screenshots of people (both from the english and the hispanic side of the community) being xenophobic and racist towards us and we made a big thread with them to showcase we were not crazy and overreacting. And so, the same people that were xenophobic decided to bring up AGAIN the whole deal with Cellbit's ex as a smoke bomb and to diverge attention from their shit and to "justify" it, bringing up brazilians from other spheres outside qsmptwt that hate on Cellbit for the fun and made it bigger than it should

And bc of that, she saw it and made that terrible fake accusation, leading to the document

Also. Please don't feel pressured and forced to make a post showing your support to both Cellbit and the brazilians. If you want to, okay! Thanks for doing it! But if you don't, it's okay. It's a tough topic. And most of us are here because we don't want the twitter stress and some don't even have twitter to know. Not everyone campers the tag to be always up with the news

I'd just say that if you wanna show your support but feel too shy to make a post or anxious and now is feeling worse, send a dm or an anon ask to a fellow brazilian blogger. I can guarantee, it's enough and we feel really good with it too

And also. People. Don't fucking go around shaming others for not speaking up about the whole mess. Don't go "your silence speaks volumes" ESPECIALLY since you didn't scroll far enough to see we weren't silent. Yesterday we talked about it, we spread Cellbit's doc link, we made posts about the xenophobia. But the qsmpblr community don't want to stir and simmer in the drama so long. We want peace and feel comfortable here. I can assure you, private communities from bloggers on discord keep talking about it, but most of us want to go back to normal posting so people go back to feel safe and not triggered about such a heavy topic

Don't. Fucking. Shame. People. For. Not. Posting. About. It.

This is not twitter. When someone is a dick, you WILL know, and it wont be bc they didn't talk about smth that twitter made into a bigger drama than it should be

Anyway, stay safe y'all. Thanks for the supportive messages towards the brazilians <3

[neet-elite]

↳ EVENT 30. Sebastian (Sleepy/Morning Sex & Jealousy Sex)

Pairing: Sebastian / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,885 Warnings: established relationship, fluffy, jealousy, silly, somnophilia, creampie Prompt(s): 01 — sleepy/good morning sex + 06 — jealousy sex Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: sweet sweet even sweeter than yesterdays prompt! i wanted to do smth a lil more lighthearted n silly... smth fluffy despite the jealousy sex... so i hope this is to your liking! if anything, i think this is more in line with canon sebastian than how i typically portray him, so it was rlly fun to explore! tysm for taking part in the event <3

Sun splits through the sheer curtains seamlessly, kissing his eyelids good morning with the gentleness one should expect from Summer. Light and soft, prompting him to stir gently under shared sheets, stretching the sleep from his bones as if commanded by the rays of light itself, a yawn soon following as he reflexively squirms behind you with a groan— dead arm still yet caught under your neck, begging him to nuzzle in closer to you.

So he does. Abruptly giving in to his body's desires with ease. Shuffling his warm body to be nearer to your equally as heated frame, heavy free arm draped lazily over your waist in the meantime. He's never been an earlier riser, too preoccupied with enjoying the quiet that the night offers him. But when it comes to the big ol' farmhouse with little ol' you, he finds that waking in the morning isn't so bad. It never could be, not when he has you in his arms first thing in the morning, back to his firm chest as his legs curl up cosily with your own. A tangle of limbs and love, a subtle smile on his lips as his eyes gently close again when snuggled so close to you like this.

Everything is washed in yellow when you're around, worming your way into his stone cold heart, forcefully dragging him out to greet the sun anew; he's so thankful for that, y'know? For not giving up on him, helping him get to the point where he's happy to see the sun again. And it helps that you're so warm in his hold, too. Sleeping so peacefully beside him, the little huffs of air you let out while dreaming are perhaps the cutest thing he's ever heard.

Tainted only by his morning wood, pressing insistently against your backside from how tightly he hugs you. A regular occurrence, even when he was back home. Sleep still resting in his rolled back shut eyes when he lazily shifts against you, not quite fully awake yet as he allows his body to act of its own accord. Which, apparently, seeking to get off against you like some sort of private pervert. Not that he thinks you'd mind, quite the opposite.

You're just soooo comfortable to cuddle up to. Burying his face into the crook of your neck to take a deep, drowsy, inhale of your scent. His favourite in the whole wide world, by the way. The smell of you only serving to aid his throbbing erection, pining after you even as you snooze blissfully in his arms. Ah, he feels so lucky to have you, and more selfishly, to have your ass to grind against. Squeezing at you for a second or two just to strengthen the hug with a huff, and— oh, that's right.

Do you remember last night? Hidden away in the old barn far later than normal, concerning him enough to leave his work unattended to just to see where you ran off to? He was almost finished with that big project too... But you're the most important thing in his life, so of course he got up to investigate. And, if he's being honest with himself despite the residual feelings, the sight that greeted him upon entering the beacon light barn was all too cute to be considered good and fair, his heart hurting at even just the memory of how sweet you looked when cradling the baby calves. A pile of adorableness, prompting him to lean against the barn door in fear of disturbing the all too innocent scene.

However, as much as he loathed to bring any attention off of you and the angelic sight before him, it was rather late, wasn't it? Almost bedtime, if his memory is serving him well.

"C'mon, babe. It's about that time." He smiled, doted upon you from the barn doors, making no such effort to help you up in favour of witnessing your sheer innocence on display. Ah, so cute... The way you seemed to snuggle closer to the babies, pretty pout shot back at him for his chest to tighten at. He couldn't help but mimic your childish display, his tone playful with a faux scolding of: "Promise I'm a better hugger, come and we can cuddle in bed for a bit."

And you know, it's both a blessing and a curse to have such a quick witted wife sometimes, both proud and taken aback by the things you say to him on occasion, scowling against your neck still as if throwing a mini tantrum at remembering your retort to his kind offer.

"I think the cows are better, Seb." Paired with a pretty pout before you nuzzle in closer to them, his heart immaturely dropping at the once beautiful sight as you clearly pick the animals over him. It's silly how upset he got at such a simple remark, hiding his emotions well in fear of being found out acting so stupidly. "They're just so soft, gimmie five more minutes, okay?"

And, look. He knows that you were just kidding, evident from how eagerly you ended up in his arms once returning home, licking and kissing at his pouting as a means to say that you're sorry. But even now, wrapped completely around your frame, pulling you as close as humanly possible as if trying to melt into your very being, he feels the sickly burn of jealousy in his tummy. Seething at the cute baby animals, God, his cheeks feel flush against you given how fucking embarrassing it is to be feeling so honest to God petty over something so minor.

But he just can't help himself! More than anything in this world, he wants to be your favourite. For everything! Struggling even after a good nights rest by your side to accept that you were merely joking, tensing up behind you at the way his tip rubs against your ass with his pitiful writhing. He can't sit still, anxious energy building up in his chest as he ruminates over those playful words. The cows are better, Seb.

He'll show you, he decides. He'll show you just how much better he is than the cute cows, that very same anxious energy pooling in his tummy, worming its way down to his already rock hard cock as he grinds against you with a little more purpose now, rising from his sleep enough to add just a little more power and intention behind his slacking thrusts. Encouraged by his grumpy attitude, fuck yeah he's a better hugger, he'll hug you so good, humping his drooly tip all over your ass as a means to get himself as hard as possible.

The cows could never hope to beat him, honestly.

Morning gold whispers him promises, if only he gets his cock wet to prove himself, to show you how good he really is at cuddling, will make you feel so good with his arms wrapped around you, yeah? Fiddling around under the sheets to let his cock flop out, hissing at the thud of it against his tummy. Already soaked for you, pussy whipped from the moment he wakes up... Pathetic, maybe, but he figures it's a testament of his love for you, a show of his willingness to be the best for you. Then, with expert knowledge (because this isn't the first time he's slipped inside of your perfect heat unnoticed), he tugs your pretty panties to the side to indulge in skin to skin contact. You know, the shiver of pleasure that rolls down his spine the fucking second his tip meets your cunt, chewing on his bottom lip to stifle the wanton whines that yearn to slip. Immediately wrapping you up in his hold once again as soon as his cock is pressed nice and snug between your squishy thighs, a croaked hum finally escaping him at the warm and wet feeling that greets him. "Ah, fuck..." He sighs from behind you, smiling uncontrollably to himself because he loves you just so much. Can't imagine a better way to spend the lazy morning other than by winning your affections one slow hump of his cock along your pretty little slit at a time, silently promising to win the one sided, self imposed battle of best cuddler before you're even awake, muffling his gasped moans amongst your hair as he burrows closer, letting his cock slip deeper against your pretty slit. Helping to slick you up with plenty precum, leaving you dripping in his love and lust, unintentionally squeezing at your frame with both his arms and legs in an attempt to find greater purchase to prove himself with. Do you feel how unable he is to hold himself back when it comes to you? Urged to resolve the upset of jealousy in his core by humping a tad bit faster— the result of which being that your body starts to rock in his arms, and when matched with how tightly he holds onto you, well;

"Sebastian?" He hears you yawn, voice low and dripping sleep. So cute, he thinks to himself, almost slipping out of the envy induced actions that woke you in the first place, but the little wiggle of your thighs that incidentally rubs against his tip easily coaxes him otherwise. After all, he's intent on justifying his actions by angling his hips a little lower, catching his leaking tip against your hole for you both to moan at.

Like he said, s'not the first time he's done this. And, if he has it his way, it certainly won't be the last.

"Mornin', babe." He drawls, mouth remaining open to sigh affectionately at you, to let you hear exactly what kind of things you do to him first thing in the morning. "Wanna— ah, I wanna cuddle a lil..." His voice trailing off and escaping him when you start to stretch against him, the heavy pressure of your soft thighs against his rock hard cock is almost too much to bear, prompting him to buck at your hole with mismatched thrusts. Body acting automatically, brain lagging behind in part due to how tired he is, but also because he's too focused on how nice it feels to twitch against your cunt, to hear you vacantly yawn and groan as he enjoys himself. Almost forgets what he's here to do in the first place, squishing you impossibly close against him now that he knows that you're more awake, and the resulting giggle he manages to wring out of you is music to his ears. Makes him feel like the old bashful boy he used to be when around you, that is until he inadvertently instinctively rolls his hips against you again and he feels your little hole stretch for him.

A collective gasp shared under the sheets, dragged up his throat in a clear display of want for more. Though, he'd be a liar if he said he could ever be satiated. Especially when it concerns the soft hours of the day, giving you a brief few seconds to catch up to the situation before pushing against you a little further, a little harder. Letting his cock twitch inside of your warm cunt slowly, a greedy growl falling from his bitten lips at the way you tremble back against him.

And his mouth moves before he has a chance to screen his words, all rough and raspy, evidence of just how eager he is to win you over this morning. "Feel so good—" He huffs, almost pouting from how perfect you are for him, like it pains him to be so completely in love, adoration lacing his tone as he continues to push his hips against you, all the way until his balls rest against your backside and he feels like he can finally breathe again.

"Feel so good 'round my cock, fuck— Wish we could stay like this all day..." He does pout this time, nosing at your nape while you get comfortable with his girth, his grip of your body tense from how taut his muscles grow in an effort to restrain himself.

But, you make it difficult for him to do just that.

"I know..." You sigh wistfully, but he's unable to decipher whether that's because of how badly you want the same as him, or because you're still half asleep. Either option is cute, he immediately decides, and his cock throbs against your insides in agreement until you lightly pinch at his arm, and he takes the signal to start moving again. Drawing his hips back gently, helping to ease you into the situation you've awoken to, "But, gotta— Ah— I, um... I gotta take care of the animals, and—"

Fuck, God, he doesn't mean to surprise you with the quick snap thrusts your words taunt out of him, but the mention of his motive to fuck you awake this morning riles him the fuck up. Causes his cock to pulse with insatiable need, drooling thick beads of precum all inside your annoyingly perfect little cunt as if begging for more of your attention— as if he isn't receiving enough. The juvenile way he's acting is in stark contrast to how precisely he fucks into you, shifting positions to practically mount you, one leg over your own to gain greater leverage with his thrusts, hovering half over you with his messy bed head hair swaying with every greedy thrust. Arms still locked around you, an act of pinning as much as he's trying to prove his worth. "Look at me—" He wants to command, but he ends up begging from how whiny your cute cunt has him acting, his eyes glazed over and half-lidded with lust. "Look at me when I'm making you feel good, kay?" He continues to hump into you unfairly, letting you feel the weight of his balls so full of seed just for you against your ass, pleading for everything that you are and more with every stroke of your insides. Fucking his cock so nicely into you that the resulting moans he humps out of you cause him to loose himself a little, acting more like a dog than anything resembling a dignified lover, fucking purely based off of instincts in an effort to be number one again.

"I— I'm trying—" You whine so prettily for him, and his arms around you tighten some more, mimicking how well your cunt clenches around his fat cock, the feeling of your hand frantically digging against his pelvis causing his head to hang low against your own. C'mon, you can do it. "But— Fuck, Seb—!"

Your whimpers will be the death of him, he thinks. Knows that you can barely open your eyes to the sunlight as it is, never mind when you're getting fucked so well into the sheets below— it's okay, he won't fault you too harshly for being unable to adhere to his selfish request. Besides, he's treated to the sight of your struggling, a soothing balm to his jealous mind, knowing that at the very least: no one can make you feel the way that he does.

Thrusting a little faster is all it takes for you to cream his cock, especially when you start to flick at your clit, and he'd be a fool not to follow soon after. Sloppy thrusts into your convulsing cunt, leaning into the way your insides squirm and suck him off so well, God— Cumming with a cry of your name. And his face is already so close to your own that it's only natural that he'd find his way to your lips. Letting his tongue poke out and glide against your own, moaning down your throat as he pumps you full of his love, fat load shot right up to your cervix given that he doesn't let up on his fucks even as his orgasm turns him useless to all else.

And even when he's done, fully milked himself into your tight little hole, he still kisses you. Lazily, now. Slower, a sweet sort of aftercare for both his and your own benefit while he keeps hugging you. Keeping you close until your breathing relaxes and he can feel you smile softly against his fervent lips.

Your voice is so sweet, too. All dopey and dumb, he assumes he's much the same right now. Doting on you from above. "What was that all about?" You rightly question him, cockwarming him for the time being so happily that he almost wants to give in to your innocent inquiring. Almost.

"Just... I, well, I needed it." He sputters out, following your bright laughter with a chuckle of his own. "Needed to remind you of who makes you feel so good, s'all."

"Oh? Have I been wandering?" You tease him so effortlessly that he can't help but you hide against you again, still yet smiling at how much he adores you.

"No," He's quick to settle your prompting, allowing his hands to roam up and down your body idly as he thinks desperately of what to say. Anything but the truth. Because the truth is mortifying. Jealous over some baby cows? Fucking as if— you don't need to know the childish nature of his morning wood.

"Just couldn't help myself."