#touch grass and get a real job

[jontheketeld]

This is all I'm donating to Eka's Portal Bashing Day

[theoryofwhatnow]

may have to delete all my social media and prohibit myself from interacting with anything Like Minds related when sandman s2 comes out because i just know nigel is gonna get Little Twink-ified with the new fan wave and my heart can’t take it.

[beanghostprincess]

I mean… wlw content get overshadowed by mlm ships everyday so it is insensitive a little

Not to sound too mean but what do you expect me to do? I get that sapphic ships get overshadowed and underrated all the time in comparison to achillean ones. Believe me. I am a lesbian who is constantly pushing their sapphic ships everywhere.

But you can't expect people to suddenly stop posting about the achillean ships they enjoy just because they're more popular than YOUR favorite ships. Is it bothersome that achillean ships get more attention for the sole reason of being a male pairing while sapphic ships get ignored or not even suggested? Yeah!!!! It's frustrating.

But if you want some change in the amount of content you see then it's YOUR fight only and others should be allowed to post whatever they like. If you want to post only sapphic ships or you're bothered by them being talked in the same light as achillean ones, then it's YOUR choice to make.

Fandom is NOT activism!!! Fandom is meant to be enjoyed in whatever way you want. Fandom is to interpret media in your own way. So, honestly, if I want to make a simple post comparing two ships I like, why should I be trying to defend myself here for that? If people don't like it, then they can just block me, scroll, move on, etc.

To think a post about comparing fictional ships is insensitive is insane to me, tbh.

[cybertr0nian]

Dear Anon Haters;

I hope you stub your devilish toes on the corner of a wall, I hope you step on a lego and fall face first into it, I hope your food is cold and soggy, I hope your drink is disgustingly warm, and your hot drinks colder than ice, I hope your pillow isn't fluffy and soft and your blankets cold and stiff,

And I especially hope that you get a real hobby outside of spreading hate to others that you don't know, Suck my nonexistent nuts and get good.

Don't like what you see? Unfollow and block...believe me you ain't a joy to be around either with that attitude, make like Getaway and Get away from my mutuals and me.

Thank you have an uneventful day.

[raviollies]

Damn I just wanted to say the tags on your post really hit me…almost word for word I relate to all of that and I’ve been struggling trying to find a job to keep myself sane. I had a lot of those same thoughts and especially over the pandemic and it was unhealthy and awful and I lost a friendship that meant a lot to me bc of the same feelings you express in your tags. I’ve gotten a lot better, or at least I like to think I have, but learning to live with the knowledge of how you used to be (or at least being more aware of how not to be like that), and knowing you can’t turn back time has been hard. Seeking validation and attention…oof that all just hits so terribly home.

I think a lot of people developed a very unhealthy relationship with the internet over the pandemic - thankfully I was an essential worker so my pause in employment was super brief.

It IS hard to reconcile that that was also you but at the end of the day the best you can do is acting different and making a difference in the positive direction. You can't UNDO those actions - so really...moving forward is the ONLY thing to do. & while it doesn't excuse your actions, I do believe some grace needs to be given when it is coming from an unstable place such as mental illness.

I will admit I still have a very unhealthy relationship with validation. Not just online but it is turned up to 11 due to the whole dopamine hit of comments and likes. It used to be BAD, it would make me cry if a post flopped because I felt like people didn't care. It's an INCREDIBLY tough cycle, especially for someone mentally ill, but even for someone neurotypical it's common to descend into unfathomable toxicity in hopes of getting love from internet strangers. I mean recently there was a pretty prominent Vtuber scandal that was the most HORRID behavior all for the sake of being a popular streamer.

The internet is both a place that can really abate loneliness while worsening it in other aspects.

[applejongho]

this just in: kpop boy cuts his hair how he wants and fans took that personally

[nychthemeron-rants]

Dating apps suck. Id probably have more luck trying to find a relationship on tumblr.

[nightingale-prompts]

Phantom is so Moody-DCxDP prompt

"I don't even understand what I am. I'm a clone so I can't age. But what does it even mean to be a clone? I'm not 100% Superman but I'm still nit like him or Lex? I wasn't born like a normal person so does that mean I don't have a soul?" Kon ranted.

Danny the multi-dimensional godlike being the team had contracted into being their aid slowly shuffled from under his mountain of blankets and pillows and yawned.

"What are you talking about?" He drawled lazily. "Of course you have a soul.

"But I'm like artificially made in a lab." Kon retorted.

"And? So what? Are you telling me I'm wrong?" Danny challenged " Hey stupid, everything has a soul. You, your friends, animals, a tree, a fucking blade of grass, even a kid's toy. If it has energy it has a soul. I'm not talking metaphorically, I mean literally. Souls are a real tangible thing and I will eat your soul if you don't put some food on my sacrificial altar. Also, get therapy."

Kon much like the others had gotten used to Danny. He was mostly all bark and no bite.

As Kon headed to the kitchen to get the god his post-nap snack he heard Danny speak again.

"Also, you can age. Who told you that you couldn't? Age isn't anything but the slow decay of atoms. You are aging. You just aren't changing because your body is so new. Given enough years it'll start to show. Then you'll be no different from anyone else. Granted Superman's race also grows differently. You are so fucking dramatic. You are fine the way you are." The godling huffed, "Ancients, you guys are annoying. You treat existence like it's torture and you'll bearly understand how blessed you are to exist simply because of how un-ideal it is. Look shit sucks, it sucks most of the time but human suffering is caused by humans. You are torturing yourself with all these what-ifs and angst. Just stop caring."

Danny wasn't saying all this to be comforting. He rarely does stuff like that. If anything he was ambivalent to Kon. It still made him feel better though. One thing you could trust about Danny was that he was honest. He could even be helpful considering his job was to be a living encyclopedia of information from beyond the pale. He has always been an asset if you can wake him up from his days long naps.

****

"You sleep all the time." Raven complained.

The Titans were here this time. They needed something from Danny. Something about having to seal a threat away.

"Just death being shy." Danny mumbled curling up on his raised platform. "Now go away."

Raven pulled out a smudge stick of white sage when Nightwing silently held up a hand to stop her.

"Phantom, look we need your help. This issue needs your assistance. We just want info on how to seal this threat properly." Nightwing said.

"Ask Constantine."Danny whined back as he shuffled deeper into his blanket cocoon.

"Unfortunately he can't help. This is Darkseid—"

"WHERE IS HE?"

Immediately he was wide awake. You see there are few things to stir Phantom to his full attention. He isn't inactive out of pure laziness. He lets the hero do their thing and he helps when he thinks it's appropriate. But he will not let anything or anyone harm the planet

*****

"He really doesn't like people," Impulse whispered to Aqualad.

"I still don't understand how the Justice League managed to get in contact with him let alone sign a contract with him. " Aqualad answered.

"Flash said he was pretty easy to convince. Hell he said that Phantom was so docile he let Wonder Woman carry him around. Now he'll practically snap of your hand if you touch him."

"Emm...think about it he must have just been really weak back then. If he was injured badly enough maybe he—"

"Stop talking."

*****

"I still don't trust you. What is your game?" Raven said sternly.

A being with origins like Phantom couldn't really be helping them out of the kindness of his heart. What did he gain from this contract.

"You assume you are worth games."

"Were you sent by my father?"

"Your father, Trigon? That nuisance? A petty demon like that having any say over me? I'd crush him if I ever saw him. He claims to have conquered a billion worlds. That alone makes me want to destroy him. No one OWNS a world. If anything I own all worlds. No one touches my universe, all universes are mine. And if people would just stop touching my stuff I wouldn't be here." Phantom growled furiously.

"So you are just like him." Raven hissed in anger.

"Like I said. I own it. It is my domain. My realm. So no one can destroy it. No one can control it. I make it. Every star, every planet, every person is a product of chaos. It is the universal law. I keep my chaos in check. Trigon, Darkseid, Anti-Monitor—I don't care. If they touch what is mine I will destroy them."

"Anti-Monitor?"

Phantom curled his lip in anger then relaxed.

"He is someone you don't need to be concerned about. Not anymore." Phantom sighed. "Just know; I don't care what you think of me. I only care about keeping things the way they should be. I'd prefer if you didn't trust me."

Raven narrowed her eyes in thought before she relaxed. Then a small smile appeared on her lips.

"No. I think I can trust you."

Phantom immediately frowned. This wasn't the response he wanted.

"I think you are doing this on purpose. I think you want us to dislike you." Raven teased "Phantom do you perhaps have a heart?"

Phantom just sighed, his cheeks were greenish hue. He was blushing. Then went back to his dais to sleep.

****

Phantom was certainly a prickly guy. He was sweet deep down. Everyone could tell after a while. It didn't help that Wonder Woman always gave as good as she got.

"Answer the question Phantom. No cryptic riddles either." She said climbing the dias.

Phantom scrambled to escape as she grabbed him by the ankle and held him upside down.

"That's not fair! Kronos said I didn't have to answer this one. I have permission to tell you wherever I feel like."

"Oh? Then how about not having snacks on your offering plate? We'll burn nothing but vegetables until you tell me."

"How dare you! That's child abuse. You'll be starving me."

"You don't even need to eat."

"I still taste everything you burn. That's force-feeding. That's bad too."

"Just tell me!"

"Fine!" Phantom grumbled "Trevor Barnes...didn't pass over yet. He waits for you in the realms between. You shouldn't know that though. He doesn't want you to know."

"Why wouldn't he—"

"Because he wants you to live for yourself. He wants you to love again. You have a long life ahead of you and he didn't want to hold you back with his memory. Although he contradicted himself because he still wants you to think of him fondly."

Phantom phased through Diana's grasp and retreated to his lair.

****

Phantom was like a stray cat or maybe a spoiled one. He was wary of most people.

But even the most moody cat likes at least one person.

"Phantom I—"

"What do you need?"

Tim had entered the chamber only half expecting Phantom to be awake. Though Phantom was always awake when Tim entered. He guessed he was lucky since he didn't have talk to empty space.

"Eh, nothing. I got put on sacrifice duty. I brought some Bat Burger and cookies from home. I'm warning you now that Wonder Woman said you have to eat a serving of vegetables. So I'm burning them first." Tim placed the steamed vegetables on the offering plate and before he tossed them into the green fire he felt the cold hand of Phantom wrap around him.

"Don't." He said softly.

"It's just broccoli and cauliflower," Tim said still putting it on the electrum disk.

"Don't wanna," Phantom whined petulantly holding Tim in place. His head buried in his shoulder.

"You big baby." Tim sighed.

If anyone saw this interaction they'd be disgusted. The oh-so-great and moody god is l acting like a soft and pitiful little guy. Phantom seemed to have such a unique fascination with Red Robin. To the point he acts completely different if Tim was in the room.

"Two-faced." Kon mumbled as he watched Phantom readily answered Red Robin's every question without complaint.

"He's always like that," Tim said afterward " It's probably because I was the one to help form the contract with him when he was summoned here. The League treated him like a threat when it wasn't his fault he was here. He just wants to keep his distance but he is the same age as us."

"He is?" Kon asked astonished.

[red-hund]

People really will be out here making shit up and doing everything they can to make you seem like a bad person because you don't have the same experience/mindset as them.

All I ask is that people leave me alone, block if they want to, and not start petty drama. But I guess that's too hard to do. The siren song of high school drama is too great.

[rafesangelita]

♡ when farmer’s!daughter!reader’s father goes out of town to visit some family, her and cowboy!rafe can’t keep their hands to themselves any longer.

warnings: reader is a little bit on the shy side, flirty banter, use of petnames, implied age gap (rafe is 7-10 years older), hint of jealous!rafe, reader refers to her father as ‘daddy’, mentions of sneaking around, slowburn (kinda?), lotsss of sexual tension, fluff, mutual pining, oral (f. receiving), fingering, finger sucking, unprotected sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, cream pie, squirting, multiple orgasms

a/n: based loosely off of the moodboard + headcanons i wrote here <3 saddle up because this is a long one lol

wc: 4.8k

“you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna help me out here?” rafe grunted, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he watched you blink away from his form. you looked up from his shirtless figure, his skin glistening with sweat as butterflies fluttered in your chest. “what do you need?” you chirped, blinking rapidly as if to shake away the thoughts of pressing wet kisses to his waistline. “a cold glass of water sounds good right now.” you obliged, rafe watching as you went up the porch stairs in your cute little boots, his eyes falling down to your backside. “fuck.” he muttered to himself.

if he knew he’d have to fight the urge to touch his boss’s pretty daughter, he would’ve hesitated in taking the job. eight months had felt like an eternity when you pranced around the farm in the prettiest dresses and shortest daisy duke shorts he’s ever seen. you came back with a glass of water, taking a sip before handing it to him. expecting rafe to turn the glass around to take a drink from the other side of the rim, your cheeks heated when he placed his mouth on the same spot your lips were on just moments ago. “thanks, sweetheart.” rafe shot you a wink, his charm making you look away shyly.

you plopped down on a nearby tree stump, a pout taking over your features as you looked at the empty driveway. your father had only been gone for a few hours, not nearly making a dent in the five days he’ll be away. “you don’t have to worry about him, y’know? he’s a strong man.” rafe decided he needed a break from being hunched over under the hood of his truck, his chest rising and falling as he took a seat on the bed of fluffy grass next to you. “i know..” you muttered, “it’s just— he’s so much older now, i worry about him.” you looked down at rafe, his eyes already trained on you.

rafe nodded. “that man can survive anything. wasn’t he in his truck when a tornado came and swept him off the ground?” you gasped, a laugh escaping your lips. “he told you that story?!” you squealed excitedly, your reaction making rafe melt into a puddle of nothing. you were too cute. “did he also tell you the part where that didn’t really happen? him and his buddy just got real close to it.” rafe’s face morphed into one of pure shock. “he lied?!” you threw your head back in laughter, a snort following shortly after. it was rafe’s turn to laugh, the sound unfamiliar to his ears.

“oh my god, excuse me. i can’t believe i just did that!” you clasped a hand over your mouth, embarrassment creeping up onto your face. the man next to you waved you off. “why would he lie about that?” rafe leaned back on his hands, giving you a full view of his chiseled abs. sighing dreamily, you shrugged. “he’s a drama queen sometimes, he likes the theatrics.” realizing that you just swooned over his muscles, rafe cleared his throat before getting back to work. he respected your father too much to give in to his filthy desires, or so he hoped.

swallowing the lump of rejection in your throat, you made your way inside where you decided to watch him from your bedroom window instead. your infatuation with this man only grew by the day, and it was becoming really hard to hide your adoration for him. all the times he slipped you a little wink when your father wasn’t looking, the playing of footsies under the table while your father ranted about the economy, the lingering stares and touches.. you weren’t crazy, you had every right to believe this man was interested in you in some way, shape, or form.

apart of you wanted to believe that rafe was trying to maintain in being a gentleman towards you, but there’s nothing you wanted more than for him to hold off all kind of honor and respect for you while he takes you however he wants. you daydreamed about being fucked in a headlock by him, along with being put into twenty other positions. letting out a sigh, you fell back on your bed, fiddling with the ribbon that was tied to the belt loop of your shorts. how on earth were you going to go about these next few days all alone with him?

night time rolled around, and rafe had just come inside for a shower. “are you hungry?” you watched as he rolled his shoulders back, cracking his neck to release some pressure of today’s labor. “yeah, but i’ll help myself. don’t worry about it, ‘sugar.” he groaned before shutting the bathroom door behind him. you knew he wouldn’t, days like this always ended in rafe knocking out as soon as he hit his bed, empty stomach or not. the only thing rafe could think about as the hot water pattered against his back, was how you were in the same house as him in nothing but a night dress.

he wondered if you’d let him hike it up your thighs.. if you’d allow him to slip his fingers underneath the soft material. so badly, he wanted to see your face twist in pleasure underneath him, he ached to see that day. rafe let out a shuddering breath, swallowing thickly as lewd images of you ran through his head. he imagined your hands trailing down his torso, those cherry red painted fingers of yours wrapped tightly around his cock. you had this man questioning everything he ever knew about being a gentlman. rafe rubbed the sides of his face, his eyes screwing shut as he attempted to get all inappropriate thoughts about you out of his head.

he remembered seeing you for the first time all those months ago. you were wearing a red gingham dress, your hair styled so pretty and neat. he knew immediately that he was in trouble when you flashed him that million dollar smile when your father introduced you two. it wasn’t long before both of you started flirting with each other, even going as far as touching each other when you didn’t have to. rafe would ‘help’ you up on your horse, his hands planted on the globes of your ass as he hoisted you onto the saddle. he swore he died and came back to life whenever you’d place a hand on him every time he made you laugh.

slowly but surely, you two were getting more bolder with your moves. while rafe was ogling your goodies more often than not, you started leaving your curtains open whenever you’d change, knowing he could see you from the view of his window. pinching the bridge of his nose, rafe quickly hurried up in the shower, feeling the need to relieve himself in his own space where he knew you’d be far away from. after washing away all the dirt and grime, he felt clean as he dried himself off, only for his peace to come crashing down when he realized he didn’t bring an extra change of clothes with him.

with no other choice but to walk out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, he tried to sneak pass you in the kitchen and out the back door, but of course he wasn’t so lucky. “i know you said you would make yourself something, but—” you turned around with a loaded dinner plate in your hand, the dish nearly slipping out of your grip when you saw the tall cowboy standing awkwardly with his hands on his hips.

your eyes trailed down his stomach, the sight of his happy trail making you swallow thickly. rafe took note of this, his heart beating in his chest as you averted your gaze elsewhere. “uhm, well i made you this.. i know it’s one of your favorites..” you placed the plate of steak and mashed potatoes on the table, turning around as you took your bottom lip between your teeth. this was absolute torture. “it looks amazing, i’ll just get some clothes on and be right back.” he held onto the towel, jogging to his place where he slipped on a pair of pajama pants and a dingy white t-shirt.

“you didn’t have to do this,” rafe took a seat at the table, his jaw ticking when you bent over the counter to grab a couple of drinking glasses, “thank you.” at this point he didn’t know if he was thanking you for the food, or the perfect view of your ass. “water?” you looked at him from over your shoulder, your cheeks heating when you saw his eyes shoot away from your backside. “a beer please.” you smiled at his answer. you should’ve known he’d pick that out after a full day of work. grabbing a bottle from the fridge, you handed it to him, his fingers brushing yours as you took a seat across from him.

“my dad makes it a lot better than i do, so—” rafe was quick to cut you off, a moan leaving his lips as he chewed. “this is.. damn!” you giggled, shaking your head. “it’s great, darlin’. truly.” he nodded approvingly, flashing you a thumbs up. you smiled that smile of yours before tasting it yourself. despite all the tension between you two, you could always count on each other to talk the other’s ear off. “wait. so you’re telling me that you’re actually from an island? why on earth would you live out in the middle of nowhere when you had the beach in your backyard?” you asked incredulously.

rafe took a swig from his beer, a bittersweet laugh leaving his lips. “i got into a ‘lotta bad shit over there. i was on some bad shit,” he sighed, “being out here brings me peace.. even if i’m breaking my back everyday.” you listened closely, giving him your full attention as he told you more about the place he was from. you learned that he used to be a filthy rich boy with a house bigger than you could ever imagine. rafe smiled softly, a solemn expression taking over his features. “it’s very nice. but i wouldn’t go back.” he leaned back in his chair.

you tilted your head at him, both of your plates empty. “no? how come?” you leaned forward, your cleavage peeking out of your neckline. eyes flickering down to your chest, rafe seemed to get flustered when he felt your foot trail up his leg. “well,” he zeroed in on your lips, “i see myself settling down out here, ‘havin some little ones.” your breath hitched, a smidge of jealousy now residing in your gut. as if he could read your mind, he caught your foot under the table, his thumb stroking your ankle. “old habits seem to die hard, huh?” rafe laughed.

pushing away the jealousy, you nodded, feeling a new profound sense of confidence with the way he was looking at you right now. “yeah, i guess i forgot we’re here all by ourselves.. ‘don’t really have to hide from anyone..” you yawned, your head falling back on your chair as your night gown rode up your thighs. just a few inches higher, and rafe would finally see what he’s been fantasizing about all this time. “yeah..” he crossed his arms, his biceps looking especially good right now. you two stayed quiet, just looking at each other as if everything was threatening to rise to the surface.

do something! you thought to yourself, hoping rafe could magically hear you and grab you from across the table. instead, he looked away, letting go of your foot before scooting out from the table. “dinner was really good, but i better head off to bed, now.” he didn’t let you say anything before he left in a haste. what. the. fuck. you got up, watching him curse to himself from the kitchen window. you couldn’t help but feel defeated. rafe was always the one pulling away from you, no matter how close you two got, he always left you high and dry.

once you cleaned everything up, and you were left lying by yourself in your bed, you decided everything would change. if he pulled away from you, surely you should do the same.

you woke up the next morning to the sound of rafe’s truck engine roaring to life. rubbing your eyes, you shielded your face from the morning sun, deciding to get your day started as soon as possible. within an hour, you were stepping outside, walking over to where rafe was smiling brightly behind the steering wheel. “i got it working, sweetheart! should we go for a ride?” damn him, he knew how much you loved to be passenger princess in his two seater-beater. you cleared your throat, already hating yourself as you said no. “i don’t think so.. i got a lot of stuff to do today.”

rafe watched you go back in the house, his jaw ticking in response. the only thing you had to do today was sit and look pretty. not to mention, for as long as rafe has been here, you never, ever, rejected going on a little drive with him. that’s how he immediately knew something wasn’t right, and he’d bet all of his money that it had something to do with last night. taking the keys out of the ignition, rafe decided that if you weren’t going to go for a ride with him, then he wasn’t going either. considering he did everything he needed to do yesterday, rafe settled for going inside to tidy up his place.

you walked around the house aimlessly, a book in your hand as you kept glancing outside to see if you could spot rafe anywhere. you didn’t. letting out a groan, you looked at the clock on the wall. it was already half past noon. you debated on whether or not you should take him some lunch, your leg bouncing as you tried to weigh out your options here. on one hand, you could bring rafe lunch, try to talk some stuff out, and on the other hand, you could just leave things be like you promised yourself you would. you knew rafe wasn’t stupid, surely he’d catch on to you soon.

just as you decided against bothering him, there was a knock at the front door. eyebrows knitting in confusion, you opened the door to see your childhood best friend, wyatt. “wyatt!” you squealed, throwing your arms around him as he pulled you close to him by your waist. “oh my, lord! when did you come back from the city?!” you welcomed him in, motioning for him to come inside. “i just finished my second semester, so i’ll be in town for a while. i drove out here just last night, ‘decided to surprise my folks.” he smiled, his expression softening once you urged him to take a seat at the kitchen table.

“i didn’t see your old man’s truck out front..” he sat down, taking his hat off and placing it on the table. “oh, yeah.. he’s out of town visiting my aunt.” you leaned back on the counter, your eyes flickering at his hair. he looked so much different now. “wow, you’re uh— you look really good.” you complimented. “yeah, i’m not lanky anymore,” wyatt laughed, “you look gorgeous as always, though.” his gaze ran down your dress, the sight of your bare thighs making him clear his throat. “well, i didn’t just want to come by and say hi, i actually wanted to ask you something—”

rafe barged in before wyatt could finish his sentence.

“who’s this?” he stared between you two, the jealousy in his blue eyes very, very evident. you smiled innocently as wyatt got up, extending a hand for rafe to shake. “hello, sir. i’m an old friend of y/n’s here, ‘was just coming to visit her.” rafe looked down at wyatt’s palm, keeping both of his hands tucked in his pockets. “well, you two might wanna hurry this up, y/n’s father doesn’t know about any visitors coming to his home.” rafe walked around him, opening the fridge for a beer. “daddy isn’t home though, isn’t he?” you spoke up, in which rafe turned around. “what was that?” he asked.

you two were glaring at each other now. “my dad isn’t here,” you repeated, “and besides, he knows wyatt. ‘thinks of him as a son, right?” rafe’s grip on his beer bottle tightened, a smile playing on his lips when he glanced over at your friend. “yeah.” wyatt nodded. rafe was seeing red, he couldn’t stand to look at you and wyatt standing so close to each other any longer. turning around, rafe listened in as wyatt asked to take you out to dinner. “aw, i would love to! what time should i be ready?”rafe shut his eyes momentarily. you said yes to wyatt too fast for his liking. “how does eight o’clock sound?”

you hummed, nodding excitedly as wyatt made his way to the front door. “alright, it’s a date then. see ‘ya!” you waved at him until his truck disappeared down the dirt road. walking back into the kitchen, rafe was staring you down as you acted like you didn’t just agree to go on a date in front of him. “what do you think you’re playing at?” he narrowed his eyes at you. “if you’re acting out because of last night—” you cut him off. “don’t talk about me ‘acting out’ when you’re the one who decided to run back to your little shed when i was giving you an open opportunity.” you cut in.

“an open opportunity to do what?” rafe’s voice was firm as he stepped closer to you, his beer long forgotten on the counter as he gripped your arm. you failed miserably at trying not to look down at his lips. “it doesn’t even matter now. you obviously don’t want it,” you softened, “don’t want me..” rafe couldn’t believe his ears. you were all that this man thought about. he woke up thinking of what pretty outfit you would wear for the day, and went to sleep wishing you were by his side. “don’t want you?” he repeated, loosening his grip on your skin. “you just have no fucking clue.” rafe stepped back.

“you’re the only thing that i want.” he laughed bitterly, shaking his head as he made his way outside to the back house. you stared at him in shock. all this time you wondered if something was wrong with you because he never made a real move to pursue you, but now all of a sudden after you agree to go on a date he wants to express how he feels? and has the nerve to walk off right after? fuck that. you pushed the back door open, the old wood slamming back against the house as rafe spun around on his heels. “so why do you walk away from me?!” you shouted, both of your chests rising and falling.

“what are you talking about?” you stepped down the stairs, shoving rafe in the chest. “why do you leave every time things start to go somewhere?” his eyes bore into yours, “i’m sick of this game of cat and mouse. have you ever thought that maybe i want you too?” those were the words rafe needed to hear before he cupped your face and dragged you off your feet. his lips were soft against your own, his calloused hands pulling you close to him as your arms wrapped around his neck. he groaned at the taste of you, his tongue slipping in your mouth before you could process what was happening.

rafe kissed you hard and slow, as if to savor you before he led you two to his place, the door barely shutting before he had you pinned to his neatly made bed. “i’ve wanted you the moment your father introduced us, that’s the truth.” he slotted himself between your thighs, cupping your tits through your dress. you moaned, his hips grinding against your clothed cunt. “why would you wait all this time then?” you whimpered when he started pressing kisses to the curve of your neck, his calloused hands feeling you up as they roamed your soft flesh. “well for starters, i have a lot of respect for your pops..”

you sighed, completely forgetting about the old man. “and?” rafe pulled the straps of your dress down until the material pooled at your waist. leaning back on his heels, rafe marveled at the sight of your bare chest, your tits looking more perfect than he imagined. “..and right now, all the respect i have is going out the door.” you cried out when he leaned down, his lips wrapping around a sensitive bud while he used his other hand to snake beneath the waistband of your panties. you blinked up at the ceiling, your hips bucking when you felt his rough fingers stroke your clit.

“that feels so good, ray.” you keened, the weight of his body providing you a sense of safety and comfort. rafe felt like he was under a spell. with your sweet voice in his ear, and his fingers working to get you soaked and ready for him, he couldn’t wait to taste you any longer. pulling away from you, rafe slid your dress and underwears off in one swift motion, a shiver running down your spine when he slowly spread your thighs apart. “you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” he licked his lips, glancing up at your heated face. your heart bloomed in your chest, your hand finding his cheek.

“please. i’ve wanted this for eight months.” you confessed, your words sending rafe into overdrive. without another thought, rafe took your thighs and placed them on his shoulders, delving into your wetness with a groan. instinctively, your back arched up from his bed, your hands flying to rest on top of his own. you squeezed his fingers, a string of babbles falling from your lips as rafe’s tongue flicked against your sensitive bundle of nerves. rafe watched as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyebrows knitting together as pure bliss etched itself onto your face.

“you okay?” rafe pressed a wet kiss to your inner thigh, wanting to make sure it wasn’t too much for you before continuing. “mhmm, yes!” you looked down, the image of rafe’s chin, lips, and even the tip of his nose glistening with your slick was now forever ingrained in your brain. smiling to himself, rafe got back to work, but this time with his fingers prodding at your entrance. “might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but i promise it’ll feel so good, baby.” you nodded, putting all your trust in him before you felt the delicious stretch of his digits inside your cunt.

“fuck!” you squealed, your thighs threatening to snap shut around his head. rafe curled his digits, your eyes screwing shut as he continuously pressed that soft spot inside of you. rafe didn’t stop his skillful movements on your clit, an unfamiliar feeling starting to swirl in your core. rafe cursed at the wet sounds emitting from your pussy, his cock hard and aching to get inside of you already. you gasped when he kept suckling on your sensitive bud, your stomach caving in when he pressed a hand to your tummy. before you could think, white hot pleasure blinded your vision, your entire body jolting as the first wave of your orgasm washed over you.

rafe felt the way you pulsed around his digits, wishing so badly that it was his cock instead. eyes flickering up to your face, he groaned when he saw the way your face twisted in pure bliss, your legs shaking as you felt the sudden urge to pull away from him. “rafe, wait!” you cried out, a sob ripping itself from your throat when a stream of wetness suddenly soaked rafe’s chin, your decadence streaming down his neck as he moaned against your cunt. you stared down at him with wide eyes, your mouth parting in suprise when he slipped his digits in his mouth.

“i- i don’t know what that was!” you gasped, cheeks heating in embarrassment. licking a final stripe up your folds, rafe smiled as he shook his head. “you just squirted, baby, get used to it.” his length rested on top of your tummy, hot and heavy, as he threaded his fingers with yours. “gonna fuck you until you’re carrying my baby..” your heart swelled, recalling his words from last night. “were you talking about me? when you said you wanted little ones..” rafe looked into your eyes, the sincerity in his gaze making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. “you’re the only woman i envision. future and present.”

cupping his face softly, you brought his lips down to meet your own, the head of his cock slipping into your entrance. you let out a shuddering breath, nodding slowly as he pushed the rest of his length inside your greedy walls. you swore you died and went to heaven when he starting rocking into you, both of you moaning in unison. “rafe?” you whimpered, gazing up at him with teary eyes, “shit— yeah, sweetheart?” the man on top of you thumbed your chin, a concerned expression taking over his features. you could tell rafe was holding back with the way he was hesitating with every thrust.

“harder, please.” you asked sweetly, rafe obliging without another thought. soon, you were a crying mess, your eyes barely staying open as rafe put you in a mating press. he was already reaching new depths in regular missionary, so when he placed your legs over his shoulders and caged you between his arms, you were hysterical as his tip kissed your cervix. “oh, god!” you screamed, your nails digging into rafe’s skin as he fucked you stupid. “can’t..” you shook your head, the feeling of his cock filling you to the hilt was increasingly becoming too much to handle.

"yes you can, sugar. look how good you're taking it all.." rafe cradled your head, making you look down at where you two were connected. you moaned at the sight, his cock shining with your slick. rafe kept his hands beneath your head, kissing you softly as his pubic bone began hitting your clit. “m’gonna make you the prettiest mommy this town has ever seen, just watch.” he chuckled, his forehead falling in the curve of your neck. you ran your fingers across his buzzed scalp, the word ‘promise?’ lingering on your tongue. “is that what you want? ‘want me to breed you until you’re all pretty and round?”

you cried out, rafe’s hips stuttering as he felt his climax creeping up on him. “yes, yes, yes—” you repeated yourself like a broken record, rafe’s name falling from your lips like a mantra. “oh, fuck!” he cursed, teeth grazing your flesh as he spilled into you, your second orgasm making you squeeze around him like a vice. rafe stilled, making sure to keep stroking your clit so he could draw out your high for as long as possible. slipping his thumb in your mouth, you shamelessly sucked on the digit as you trembled beneath him, his hot load filling you up.

you two stayed panting against each other’s mouths until your highs subsided, a light sheen of sweat coating both of your skin’s. pulling out with a grunt, rafe rolled over, pulling you with him so he could spoon you. letting out a sigh, you reveled in the warm sun streaming through his window, the light casting off of your face and illuminating the walls. “that was worth the wait, don’t you think?” if it wasn’t for the feeling of your limbs being jelly, you would’ve turned around and landed a playful smack to his chest. instead, you hummed, your eyes heavy with sleep. “we’re not keeping this from my father, rafe.”

your voice was hoarse as you spoke. “no. no, we’re not.” he kissed your shoulder. “you should probably give that guy wayne a call, ‘tell him you’re not going on that date after all.” you giggled, a shiver going down your spine as his large palm rubbed circles into your back. “wyatt, rafe. his name is wyatt. i only told him yes to rile you up.” you teased. rafe knew that, but it still pissed him off nonetheless. “i’ll cancel in a minute, ‘sir.” you used wyatt’s formalities towards rafe earlier against him, earning you a light pinch to your side. “that asshole. ‘really called me sir as if i’m that old.” he shook his head, waiting for you to disagree.

“well..” you trailed off, bursting into laughter when he attacked you with sloppy kisses.

[ducksido]

https://www.tumblr.com/ducksido/783046684667166720/i-was-reading-some-of-your-new-writings-and-at?source=share

what if the reverse too? Us doing something that's romantic for Us (kissing, cuddling, flirting, giving jewelry or a bouquet, etc..) but the Not-Humans don't realize it's supposed to be romantic bc it's a Normal Thing for them lmao

(IMM BACKKK)

SAVANNACLAW

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR – You kiss his cheek. You had planned it all day. A soft peck to the cheek, just before class. Nothing flashy, nothing showy—just enough to say: “I like you.” So you wait until Leona’s flopped out under the shade tree behind the alchemy building, and then you lean down, heart fluttering.

“Mornin’, Kingscholar,” you say, and press a quick kiss to the sharp plane of his cheekbone.

He grunts. Doesn’t even look up. “You’re blocking my sun.”

…What?

“That’s it?” you ask, blinking at him. “I just kissed you.”

“Yeah? You do that all the time to wake me up.” He rolls onto his side, ears flicking lazily. “You’re the only one who bugs me like that.”

“But I kissed you,” you emphasize, louder now, kneeling beside him. “That was supposed to be romantic!”

Leona blinks open one eye. “What? You mean that?” He actually looks puzzled. “I thought humans just did that to show affection. Like, ‘good job,’ or ‘you didn’t die today.’”

Your soul exits your body.

“Leona,” you whisper. “That was a confession.”

He finally sits up, brow furrowing, as realization slowly dawns.

“Oh,” he mutters. “…So wait. You like like me?” “…Yes.”

His smirk returns, slow and smug. “Tch. Took you long enough. You should’ve just bit me.” “I’M NOT A LION, LEONA.”

RUGGIE BUCCHI – You give him a handmade bento. Ruggie’s never one to turn down food, especially not yours—he always says you “season it with soul” (which you’re pretty sure is just his way of flirting). So today, you finally decided to make him a real lunch. Bento-style. Cute compartments, little meatballs shaped like hyenas, rice balls in heart shapes, the whole nine yards.

You present it to him with a bashful grin. “Here. I made you lunch.”

Ruggie gasps. “For me? Seriously?!”

He tears into it like a starved beast, which—okay, fair—but your heart is pounding. You even added a handwritten note: “Ruggie, I like you. Please enjoy!”

You watch him eat. Wait for the reaction. Wait for him to look up and realize. And finally, he does.

He chews, swallows, and goes, “Man, this is SO good. You always make the best food! You’d be a great kitchen shift leader in the Savanna. I mean, you’re already feeding the pack, right?”

“…Feeding the…?”

“Yeah!” he continues, absolutely missing your point. “My cousins back home’d LOVE you. You got hyena instincts, y’know? Real pack mom energy.”

“Ruggie,” you say slowly, “I’m trying to flirt with you.”

He blinks. Then laughs—loud, delighted. “Wait. You were trying to get me to realize you like me?”

“Yes!!”

He wheezes. “Aw, you don’t gotta work that hard! I already knew. I was just waiting for you to jump me or something.”

“…IS THAT NORMAL FOR HYENA COURTSHIP?!”

“Yeah! …Wanna try it?”

JACK HOWL – You fix his hair and cuddle close after sparring. You and Jack have been training partners for a while now. There’s something electric about the way he spars: clean, focused, intense—but respectful. Today, after your final round, both of you are panting, soaked in sweat, and grinning wide.

You flop beside him on the grass and reach out, heart thumping.

“Hold still, you’ve got grass in your hair.” You brush your fingers through his silver strands, gently pushing them away from his eyes. His ears flick instinctively under your touch—but he doesn’t pull away. You smile and scoot in, head resting lightly against his shoulder. Close, warm, intimate.

To you, this is everything. The silent post-battle closeness, your fingers lingering in his hair, your shoulder pressed to his. You finally speak.

“You know… humans do this when they like someone.”

Jack hums, not even looking at you. “Hm? Grooming? That’s normal.”

“…Not between friends.”

He tilts his head. “In wolf packs it is. Grooming is just… bonding. You do it to show trust.”

You’re about to combust. “Jack. I want to date you.”

He jerks away so fast you nearly fall sideways. “You—wha—me?!”

“Yes!! That was my big gesture!”

Jack’s ears go flat, tail stiff. “I thought we were just bonding! I didn’t know it was—romantic!”

You’re trying not to cry and laugh at the same time. “It was literally post-battle cuddling and hair-touching. In a meadow.”

Jack’s cheeks are fully pink now. “…Okay, yeah. That does sound kinda romantic.”

He offers you his hand again, voice low and sheepish. “So, uh… can we start over?”

You place your hand in his. “Only if I can still touch your ears.”

He grins. “Only if I can carry your books after class.”

OCTAVINELLE

AZUL ASHENGROTTO – You give him a piece of jewelry. You spent days picking it out. Something tasteful, a lapel pin with a blue gem that almost matches his eyes, set in elegant silver—classic, charming, intimate. The kind of gift that says, "I like you enough to think about you when I’m not with you.”

You present it to him at the lounge when he's done with his managerial rounds. He blinks when you open the box and smile shyly.

"I saw this and thought of you."

Azul freezes. “A gift?” he says, voice tight. “For me?”

You nod. “Yeah. It reminded me of you—classy and beautiful.”

For a full ten seconds, he just stares at it. Then stares at you.

“…Is this for a contract?” he finally asks.

Your face crumples. “No! It’s just… a gift! You don’t need to give me anything back, I wanted to give you something.”

Azul’s mouth opens. Closes. Then opens again. “I—I see. Then… is this a cultural gesture? Among humans?”

You feel your soul deflate. “Azul. It’s a romantic gift. I’m confessing.”

Cue Azul nearly choking on air.

“A confession?! With jewelry?! But—but you didn’t even write a formal proposal letter!” His hands fly to his face, glasses nearly toppling off. “In the Coral Sea, an exchange of gems is a courtship rite—it’s something reserved for pre-engagements or deeper partnerships! You just—”

“I literally bought it at a student market!”

“And you’re telling me that wasn’t a pre-betrothal offering?!”

“No!! I just think you’re pretty!”

There’s a long pause. Azul’s face is beet red. “Oh,” he mumbles. “I… accept.”

You blink. “You do?”

He clasps the pin to his chest like it's a medal of honor. “Yes. You have my hand. And possibly my gills.”

“…Thanks?”

JADE LEECH – You flirt with him. You’re sitting with him in the Mostro Lounge after hours. It’s dark and intimate and the lighting is warm, and you decide now’s the time. You’re going to flirt.

You lean in close. Smile coyly. Voice low. “You know, Jade… I’ve been thinking about how handsome you look tonight.”

He blinks at you. “Thank you.”

Undeterred, you rest your chin on your hand. “You always know what to say, don’t you? I wonder how many people have fallen for that charm.”

Jade tilts his head, a polite smile forming. “Ah, you mean like a social test? An observational exercise? I suppose I do provoke interesting responses.”

You blink. “That was flirting.”

He pauses. “Ah.”

You try again. “So. Maybe next time we go on a ‘walk,’ you’ll actually call it a date?”

Jade hums thoughtfully. “I do enjoy our walks. But I thought those were for hunting mushrooms and observing bird behavior.”

You stare at him. “Jade. I’ve been flirting with you for three weeks.”

Jade’s eyes sparkle with amusement now. “And I’ve been cataloguing your behavior as an example of human mating rituals. How fascinating. You truly intended it romantically?”

You groan. “Yes.”

“Well then…” His grin widens. “Should I begin flirting back?”

“…Please.”

He leans in, close to your ear, voice low and syrupy. “Your cheeks flush delightfully when I speak to you like this, you know.”

You almost fall out of your chair.

FLOYD LEECH – You cuddle him. You sneak up on Floyd after class, having missed him all morning, and throw your arms around him from behind, burying your face in his shoulder.

He lets out a soft “eehhh~?” and turns around, squeezing you back hard enough to lift you off your feet.

“Shriiiiimpy! What’s all this?” he hums, rubbing his cheek against yours.

“I missed you,” you say, voice muffled against his collar. “Wanted to hold you.”

Floyd blinks. “Ohhh, you’re feeling touchy again? Cute~”

“No. I mean… yes. But also…” You look up at him. “It’s a romantic thing, Floyd. I’m cuddling you because I like you.”

His brows furrow. “Eh? You like me like-like me?”

“Yeah.”

A beat.

“Whaaaat? I thought you were just being needy like a seal pup or something,” he says with a laugh. “Like, ‘wah wah, Floyd, hold me, I’m cold~’” He mimics a whiny voice.

“Floyd, I have been cuddling you for three months. Romantically.”

He stares. Then smirks, sharp and lazy. “Oooohh. So you wanna be my little shrimp for real, huh?”

“YES.”

“Then say it like you mean it~” he coos.

You groan, smushing your forehead into his chest. “I LIKE YOU, YOU GIANT SEA BEAST.”

He lets out a giddy whoop and spins you around.

“You’re mine now~ Hope you like cuddles, ‘cause I bite too!”

DIASOMNIA

MALLEUS DRACONIA – You give him a bouquet of handpicked flowers

You’d spent the entire morning collecting them — every blossom carefully chosen for its color, meaning, and aesthetic. You’d even arranged them yourself: spider lilies, moon roses, white forget-me-nots. The arrangement glowed softly with magic-infused blossoms, a gentle blend of fae tradition and human sentiment.

You find Malleus by the gazebo in the garden, moonlight dripping across his shoulders, and you approach him with a shy smile.

“I brought you something,” you say, holding the bouquet out.

Malleus stares at it. “Ah,” he breathes. “You’ve been foraging.”

Your smile falters. “No, I made it for you. It’s a romantic gesture.”

He tilts his head. “A gift of flora is romantic, you say?” He takes the bouquet delicately in his hands. “In Briar Valley, this would be seen as a signal of negotiation… possibly a truce offering between nobles or a peace gesture between warring families.”

“…I’m not at war with you.”

“Precisely,” he says with a pleased smile. “Then I am honored by this token of diplomacy.”

You gape. “No, wait, I’m in love with you!”

He blinks. “Oh?” He looks down at the bouquet, then back at you, utterly serene. “Then you should have said so. I was preparing my own bouquet of cursed bellflowers in return.”

You stare. “That sounds like a threat.”

“To you, perhaps.” He leans closer with a small smirk. “To us, it is affection.”

LILIA VANROUGE – You fix his collar and brush his hair back

He’s always a little rumpled — collar askew, jacket slipping off one shoulder, silken hair tousled and wild. You decide to do something sweet and intimate: you catch him before he goes to class, reach up on your tiptoes, and gently tug his jacket into place. Then you smooth his shirt collar and run your fingers through the side of his hair, brushing it away from his face.

Lilia blinks down at you, pink eyes gleaming with mirth.

“Hmm… Are you grooming me?”

“I’m trying to flirt with you.”

“Really?” He gasps dramatically. “How scandalous.”

“I thought it would be romantic. Intimate.”

“Oh, darling, we used to do this for comrades before going into battle. Very popular with soldiers.”

“…I’m not sending you off to war, Lilia.”

“Well, it certainly felt like it,” he teases, sticking his tongue out. “You even touched my hair. That’s practically a war blessing.”

You pout. “It’s a date-prep blessing.”

“Oh? Well, next time maybe kiss me instead.” He winks and flits off before you can even recover.

(You do kiss him next time. He absolutely swoons and declares war on your lips.)

SEBEK ZIGVOLT – You gently touch his hand during a quiet moment

You’ve been spending more time with him lately — study sessions, sparring matches, long walks around the campus while he rants about Lord Malleus. One afternoon, you’re sitting side by side in the library and you reach out, resting your hand just slightly over his.

It’s soft. Subtle. Warm.

Sebek jumps like he’s been electrocuted.

“WHAT IS THIS—!”

You flinch. “I… was holding your hand.”

“Why?!”

“Because it’s romantic?!”

He stares, baffled. “But… why would one do this for romance? This is merely tactile affirmation. I assumed you were testing my pulse!”

You close your eyes and breathe deeply. “Sebek. I’m trying to tell you that I like you.”

He turns pink. “With hand-holding?!”

“Yes.”

“I—! I see!” He fumbles to straighten his tie. “Then… if this is romantic, perhaps I, too, shall hold your hand—firmly! Strongly! Like a true suitor!”

He seizes your hand like he’s wrestling a beast.

You wince. “Gentle. Gentle, Sebek.”

“This is harder than I thought.”

SILVER – You kiss his cheek

You’re walking together at dusk, and he’s tired but content, eyes half-lidded, and there's a softness to the air around him that feels dreamlike. You glance at him, heart pounding, and lean over to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

He blinks slowly. “Mmm,” he hums. “That was nice.”

You pause. “You noticed?”

He nods, barely reacting. “Warm. Like sunlight.”

You stare. “Silver… I kissed you.”

“Mmhm.”

“That was a romantic kiss.”

Another blink. “Oh,” he says. “I thought you were comforting me, like Lilia does sometimes. He used to kiss my forehead when I had nightmares.”

Your face is burning. “That was me flirting.”

Silver tilts his head. “I thought flirting required metaphorical language and winks.”

“…No. Sometimes it’s just affection.”

“Oh.” He looks thoughtful. “Would you like me to return the favor?”

Before you can respond, he leans in and gently kisses your forehead.

You swear your knees go weak.

“There,” he says, nodding. “I hope that was sufficiently romantic.”

It was. It really, really was.

[impish-baby]

Platonic Yandere! Changling x reader drabble - 🪺🪲 (Trigger warnings: implied/referenced abuse, death, general creepiness)

There's something wrong with your brother.

Yelling has turned into soft murmurs, slamming of cupboards now only being accompanied by a quick apology and a meal soon placed in front of you.

Turned over a new leaf, he says. Hah. It might be nice if it was even slightly believable.

Your mother is overjoyed with the change, she smiles so much more. He does too, but there's something strange about it. Even on the rare occasions he'd smile, it never looked so out of place on his face. The kindness in his eyes wasn't there before, there's no way it's real.

You aren't dumb enough to fall into whatever ploy this is, you aren't that willfully naive.

The other shoe has to drop eventually.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" Jeremiah lingers in the doorway, completely ignoring the glare thrown his way. "Spring is almost here, the flowers are getting ready to bloom-"

"I said no already, go by yourself."

With the way he flinches you'd think you had struck the older boy, he'd have deserved it at least.

"P- Please? Listen, I know our relationship hasn't been.. the best, but-"

"Hasn't been the best?" The outrage you feel has you sitting up straight, hands clenched into fists. "Fucking bastard, you think you can play nice for a couple days and that makes up for everything you've done-"

The door suddenly clicking shut sends a cold chill down your spine.

You're sure a smack is soon to follow, you end up bracing for nothing as Jeremiah drops to his knees in front of your bed instead.

"Please.." Tears are falling in steady streams down his face. "I- I'm a changed man, alright? I'm better."

He grasps your hands delicately, intertwining your fingers. The man sobs as you flinch at his touch.

"I- I'll prove it, just come with me.." He really does look pathetic, eyes shiny as he pulls you to stand up. "Come on.."

It's silent as you walk besides the occasional quiet sniffle, he keeps ahold of you the entire way.

You're lead into a clearing, the trees serenely swaying in the breeze as Jeremiah suddenly stops.

In the grass, your big brother's empty gaze stares back at you.

"I- I've kept it fresh a little longer than usual, wanted to make sure I got all the features right, you know..?" A nervous chuckle, "i- i did a good job i think."

His arms wrap around you from behind as he buries his face in your shoulder. "It's better, right? I'm better."

[darling2411]

Liar liar pants on fire

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Attending your best friend’s boyfriend’s birthday party nothings gonna happen , right?

Warnings: kissing, maybe a swear word or two, oral( f receiving)

ⓘ this was actually suppose to be a fic inspired by ‘ Sport Car’ but I got sidetracked… I will be writing a part two where the real stuff happens ( I hope so lol)

Part two Part three

“So what are you up to later?” asks your best friend Kika.

“Don't know, I'm probably gonna catch up on this show I’ve been watching lately.”, you say while shrugging your shoulders. “Oh yeah, which one?” Kika responds, her attention shifting from you to her phone, after a notification from her boyfriend popped up on the screen.

“Criminal minds” you answer. She looks at you, her brows furrowing,” Isn't that the show that you have watched like what ?13 times?”

“Yup” you respond with a smirk and popping the p, “I really like it” you bite your lip” Or rather I really like watching Spencer Reid solve cases while looking extremely fine” you chuckle, images of Dr. Reid flashing through your mind.

Kika laughs and shakes her head ”Girl you need to get out, touch some grass or something” You scoff “ why?” It's totally normal to be obsessed with fictional characters, right? ( no babe, it’s not. Sorry to burst your bubble)

“I love you but you need to get back out into the real world, talk to real people and not just yourself” She points her finger at you accusingly” and no I do not count! Also what about talking to maybe a guy?” she suggests, wiggling her brows.

“Stop it” you shove her shoulders laughing” You know I would, if there were men worth talking to “, You sigh resignedly and give her a pointed look. The dating pool wasn't really big where you lived. And additionally none of the guys you talked to ever met your standards, but you also refused to lower them. They weren't ridiculous, the men were just not the right ones for you.

At least that's what you tell yourself every night when you slip into bed alone.

“Alright how about this. This weekend I'm gonna take you with me to Pierre's birthday party, maybe you'll find someone worth talking to there.” Kika tells you excitedly, a plan already forming in her head.

You were nervous to say the least. This weekend was either going to be the best of your life or a total disaster.

Right now it is leaning more to the latter. And the festivities haven’t even started yet. Heck you weren't even in Monaco yet!

You’re talking to some weird guy at the airport, who wouldn't shut up about his crazy great high paying job at (his daddy's) investment firm. You tried to feign interest but you really couldn't care less about the figures he made last year. Money wasn't something that impressed you. As he continued to talk about how great the things he did are, you zoned out and started imagining how Monaco and the people at the party would be like. Were they going to be like the douchebag in front of you? Or would they be more down to earth? You hope they will or this weekend was going to be pure torture.

You know that Pierre’s friends are Formula one drivers as well, but he never acted as if he was someone better just because he was famous and rich. You really hope his friends are like him.

The man in front of you is still yapping about how much money he has when your flight is announced to start boarding. You take that as your chance and flee as fast as you can.

Inside the plane you find your seat and get comfortable. Your row stays empty the whole flight and you take it as a sign from the universe that your weekend will change for the better.

When you land, Kika and Pierre pick you up from the airport. They tell you that one of the things they love about Monaco the most is that no one really bothers them because it's so normal that the rich and famous stroll the streets of the beautiful city.

The whole drive to Pierre's home you look out of the window and are in awe of the city’s beauty. The sea shimmers like jewels in the sun and the building look like art. (because they are)

“What’s the plan for the days ahead?” you ask the couple in the front seats.

Kika answers that only you and two others have already arrived due to coming from farther away. They thought one more day would be better. The other guest will arrive tomorrow as that's when the party is.

“But today we will have dinner with pierres family, his best friend's family and the others who have already arrived.”

You look forward to meeting everyone but are also filled with anxiety over meeting so many new people in such a short time. Hopefully everyone is nice.

Kika sees the different emotions flicking across your face and reassures you ” They will love you, everyone does. And trust me they’re all great.”

You smile at her gratefully. She always knows how to make you feel better.

The house Pierre and KIka live in is incredibly beautiful. It even has a pool! When you voiced your excitement about that in particular, a man you didn't know responded that it was normal for houses in Monaco to come with a pool and most of the time also a jacuzzi.

You looked at him shocked and he chuckled.

He introduced himself as George and told you that he was here with his amazing girlfriend Carmen who you met just seconds later. “I can only agree with George,” you say when you start talking to Carmen” you really are amazing.” She just thanks you and laughs.

Before dinner you got to know the other Guys and their Girlfriends. Carlos and Rebecca, Oscar and Lilly and Alex and Lilly. You have already made plans with the girls to meet up again after the birthday weekend and understood why Kika is always talking about these women.

Everyone is talking when Pierres mother calls to the table. You find your seats and the only people that are missing are Pierres Best Friend and his family. Just when Pierre went to call him the doorbell rings and he stands up to let them in.

You hear them greeting each other and when they walk in your breathing stops.

Or rather when he walks in.

He is the most beautiful man you have ever seen. His perfectly tousled hair looks so soft you want to sink your hands in it. The white shirt he's wearing accentuates his fit physique. And his eyes…

His eyes are the most beautiful shade of hazel you’ve ever seen.

If he wasn't blessed by Aphrodite herself you don't know who is.

You're still staring at him when Pierre introduces you to him.

“Charles, this is Y/n, Kika's best friend. Y/n, this is Charles, my best friend.” he smiles knowingly.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Charles says while smiling at you and that's when you notice.

DIMPLES, he has dimples !!!

You didn't think he could be more beautiful but oh were you just proven wrong.

And his voice ? Perfection.

You are going to tell your kids that he was supposed to be their father but he had to go to war and you had to marry someone else or something like that.

Your heart beats faster as he takes you in shamelessly just like you had done him.

Charles would never admit it but he was enchanted by you the moment his eyes set their sight on you.

Conveniently his mother and brothers already found a seat for themselves which made the only available option the one next to you. Bummer…

As soon as he was seated dinner began.

Everyone was talking to each other and having a good time. Even Oscar the Grids antisocial black cat was having a blast.

Embarrassing childhood stories, funny memories and beautiful moments were shared.

But you couldn't really focus with this masterpiece of a man beside you.

His scent, intoxicating and addicting, invaded your senses. His leg touched yours under the table constantly and his arm brushed your shoulder every other moment.

When he leaned closer to you and all but murmured in your ear if you could pass him the potatoes you were convinced he was driving you insane on purpose. But when you looked at him he just smiled at you politely. Did he really have no idea what he was doing?

—☽—☽—₁₆—☽—☽—

Oh Charles knew.

He knew exactly how he was affecting her.

The little gasp when his hand brushed her arm as he was reaching for the water or the way she shivered when he leaned in to ask her to pass him something didn't go unnoticed by him in the slightest.

Hell that was what he was going for.

He liked her reaction to him and he wanted to see how far he could go before she snapped.

So he settled his hands in his lap with a look of innocence on his face.

When she wasn't focused on him but Alex who was telling some story of their days in karting he let his hand wander.

First they settled on a more neutral part of her thighs, but her reaction was immediate. She stiffened and looked at him but he just continued talking to Carlos opposite of him.

—☽—☽—₁₆—☽—☽—

You tried to ignore him, you really did.

But when his hand moved from its former place higher up your thighs leaving goosebumps in its way until it slipped under your dress you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

You grabbed his wrist, willed him to stop and released a staggering breath.

From the corner of your eye you could see a smirk forming on his handsome face.

Oh no you don't.

He may think he can tease you, but two can play that game.

Pulling all your confidence together you lean over to him and whisper in his ear, your voice taking on a seductive tone you have never heard from yourself before. “ I'm not wearing any underwear. And to think you were so close…”

Then you pull his hand out from under your dress, stand up and excuse yourself to the bathroom.

—☽—☽—₁₆—☽—☽—

Oh holy-

Charles has to suppress a groan. No underwear ? You mean to tell him, if he had just let his hand slide a little higher he would have felt your warm, wet heat?

He can feel his pants tighten and he wants nothing more than to get up and run after you. But he has to contain himself. He can’t go after you, right? You literally just met.

But the tension between the two of you and the chemistry was instant.

“Oh fuck it”, he thinks and gets up.

To his luck no one pays him any mind.

—☽—☽—₁₆—☽—☽—

What did you do ? You never do stuff like this. What has come over you?

You don't even have time to overthink your actions more before the door to the bathroom gets pushed open and Charles steps in. Desire shining in his beautiful eyes.

Oh.

“Mon Cherie, what am I gonna do with you ,hm?” he says while walking up to you.

When he stands in front of you he raises your chin with his thumb and pointer finger.

Your breathing catches and your heartbeat picks up. But your voice is steady when you answer “ I have a few things in mind. To start you could kiss me.”

And Charles does not need to be told twice.

His lips meet yours in a bruising kiss. It's full of passion, teeth and tongue.

He does not hold back and neither do you.

Your whimpers and moans fill the bathroom and he groans in your mouth when you pull him even closer than before.

Your breasts are pressed against his chest and you swear he can feel your heart beating.

When both of you are at a loss for breath you break apart. Lips swollen, eyes glazed and hair tousled you look like you step out of his wet dreams.

“Mon dieu, chérie. That was something.” You can only nod before he pulls you close again.

You chase his lips when he breaks apart once more moments later.

“I will kiss you again in a moment but before I have to check something.” he murmurs against the skin of your neck where he’s placing kisses and sucking marks.

His hands trail down your body and you realize what he wants to check.

He wants to see if you're really not wearing any underwear.

“Liar” he murmurs when his fingers come in contact with your panties. “ You know lying is a sin don't you, mon amour. I think I will have to do something about this, non?”

“Wha-” before you can ask what he means he sinks to his knees, rips the lace apart and dives in like a man starved.

You moan out loud before clamping a hand over your mouth. His assault on your core not faltering.

“God Charles” you whimper as your hands tangle in his hair. You can feel your high approaching quickly and so can he.

He grins wickedly against you before he stops, gets up and leaves. The words “ This should be punishment enough” leave his lips before the door closes behind him. You want to (s)cream.

He left you there panting and close to crying over your ruined release. And then you notice that he took your underwear. That cheeky fuck. Now you have to sit through the rest of dinner with your wetness sliding down your thighs.

After composing and making yourself somewhat presentable again you join the others again.

The overwhelming feeling of your lost high makes you quieter than before and Kika gives you a look but you just shake your head which in return earns you a chuckle from the devilish man beside you.

Once again you lean over and whisper” I want those back, Leclerc.”

He chuckles slowly, smirks at you and replies” Never.”

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❤️‍🔥NSFW ❤️‍🔥Sex Headcanons for Five Hargreeves

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's focused on his partner, clean up and hydration is priority.

All giggly, a soft clingy mess as he wraps himself tightly around his partner.

Enjoys all the praises and gives out just as many as he gets. So much love bombing in the best way possible.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

He's fond of his smile and his arms specially when they are wrapped around his partner.

Chest he's always been attracted to breasts in general but his partner's is far superior. He will take naps on them, fondle and care for them. Five loves seeing breasts in a nice tank top, blouse, dress or a sports bra.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He's very vocal when he cums, like loud and very whiny breathy sounds.

There is always a lot of cum, like thick creamy cum that leaves you feeling full. Perhaps it's the Marigold?

Five adores decorating his paramour in his cum, dripping from holes, off breasts, lips, fingers it looks beautiful.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

First orgasm blinked in the middle, landed in a field, it was a nightmare. Covered in cum, grass and leaves panting heavily, swearing up a storm. It was the most intense moment but also the craziest.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's not terribly experienced, but he's a quick learner. Five gets overstimulated quickly but he’s eager to work through it.

He’s also never one to judge someone’s experience level there are certain things to be snarky on but something as intimate as sex wasn’t the spot. Though that doesn’t mean he won’t tease you a little if you like that.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Any position that has easy access to breasts by mouth or hands.

Any position that he has near to full skin to skin contact, the baby is touched starved and in the throes he’s needy for your skin your scent.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

During he’s rather to the point but not like super serious he’s just focused on pleasing his partner.

Afterwards? Damn he’s a giggly mess all the happy chemicals swimming around making him so hazy he just laughs. It’s so sweet when’s he’s over stimulated from an orgasm, wrapped around his partner like a koala trembling from the orgasm.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s well groomed and maintained.

He has no real preference in the hair of his partner it’s what they are happy with.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

A lot of soft kisses, sharp bites, heated promises that might last the morning.

Lots of praise and worship, there is always a hand touching you just in case you were to uncomfortable or even disappear. He’s got an abandonment issues, ya know?

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He ultimately jerks off before bed to help him sleep. His job is stressful so he needs a good night sleep and that knocks him right out.

He loves to jerk off for his partner and watch his partner as well.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Three of his favorites in no particular order: oral (giving/receiving), bondage more focused on the Shibari method. (Though he could do fantastic with Kinbaku.) and cockwarming.

He’s a big fan of breath play and semi-public sex but only if his partner is, if they are not he’s not going to force them.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom is the top location. ✨ ✨ 10 out of 10 ✨ ✨

Office closest for a quickie, or boldly at his office desk ranks next for sure

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The intense focus his partner has when they are working, it’s like none other and always gets him riled up.

The way they can hold themselves in an argument with him or in a spar it’s like you were a gift sent from above.

The soft scent of vanilla and English lavender wafting up from the dots of perfume on their neck sent him shivering under their touch as they pepper him with kisses.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The second his partner seems off he’s stopping no matter what he could be about to cum, he’ll pull right out and check on them.

He’s very much for consent as under Reginald there wasn’t much room for consent in his daily life so he practiced it the second he was at the end of world. And it just stuck because it is just polite manners.

Even if there is something he doesn’t understand why it’s a no he will respect it and will weight it out and ask as to why. He only seeks to know to help next time to make things better for you to avoid any triggers.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving! He’s applied his technique for Blinking for oral in a way? Like when he Blinks the time from one spot to another he has no air so he’s perfected holding his breath. So he’s great at burying himself deep in your pussy lapping up the juices and bringing you right to the edges

Five also loves receiving! He’ll get his dick sucked anywhere you want to, he loves it loud and sloppy deep and full of eye contact. The more eye contact the better and both of your hands all over each other at the same time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s good at setting and keeping a good pace he likes the passionate, desperate and longing lustful kisses towards each other.

But allowing you to pick the pace allows him to enjoy your beautiful image before him and whisper to you in Italian. “amore mia…”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s all for them, he’s got endurance and can enjoy multiple sessions in a day if needs be.

But on the same side he’s all for edging and holding off of quickies if it means a lot more fun later. Ya know? Though he’s very grouchy the longer he edges.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s experimental to a point as long as all parties (you heard me) are in agreement and no harm will be done he’s good.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Five has a great endurance that sometimes can be a bit more than his partner might be able to handle. He’s very understanding of this fact though and they have worked out a system.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He uses a fleshlight and likes his partner to use it on him as well. Though he won’t admit it but a cock ring is a guilty pleasure toy of his.

He’s fond of using toys to add with the pleasure a dildo in your ass for added pressure a vibrator on your swollen clit for extra sensation and a thrust of his cock in your pussy is simply divine.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Five is a big tease, he’ll flirt and edge you on all day with that smarmy smile on his handsome face.

He also loves to be teased but has a short tolerance for it though as he gets overstimulated easily and can end up in a bad sub-space.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s very vocal with whines and groans that can curl toes in pleasure.

Five has no shame in letting people know what he’s doing. He does enjoy the challenge of “hold the moans” and he’s competitive.

When he’s closing to cumming he’s gets louder, voice higher pitched, panting and the strained whines as he’s nearing his orgasm can send you to yours.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He wants to orgasm at the same time as his partner and Blink somewhere safely. The pocket subspace in between jumps is euphoric mid orgasm the lack of oxygen and the blur of rush of moving so fast and far. It’s a thrilling feeling.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s wiry but that doesn’t means he’s not strong all that running around he’s very toned.

He’s got a good length that has a decent girth a very sensitive vein that runs along the left side.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

With the knowledge he has of the wizened old man he is and the hormones of the teen his body is stuck with he’s got a high sex drive. But he also matches his partners sex drive never wanting to force them to do anything they don’t want to do just because he was horny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s asleep as soon as his partner has been taken care of cleaned up and warm and close to him. He sleeps the best after a good orgasm with his partner next to him.

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Hi,I’m AJay! Nice to meet you,honey🩷

• Bbygirl of ‘01

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Just vibin’ & thrivin’ on my fun little blog sharing my cute little ideas with cutie patootie strangers.

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*Request🔒:fake text(predominately),drabbles,au prompts,etc(I have more time for shorter fics)

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Minors(16+)are free to interact with my blog as long as you keep it cute & appropriate.

*SFW* Fics are safe for the younger stays and will usually only have profanity listed as the main warning.

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Keep it cute or get blocked <3

Angst⛈️/🌩️; Fluff🧸; Smut/Suggestive🔥

FWB!Hyunjin Text Series 🧸⛈️🔥 (MDNI)

A late night text accidentally sent to one of the artist you’re working with leads to a half a year long agreement and Hyunjin wants more…

(fwb to lovers)(IdolxMusic Producer!Reader)

Fix Your Face, Please! 🧸🌩️ (MDNI)

Hyunjin’s very vocal about how jealous & possessive he can get, and although it can get troublesome you find it kind of hot…

We Were On Break!! 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

Your ex boyfriend, Hyunjin, has a hard time accepting the end of your relationship and is very persistent on getting back together…

Corporate Gang 🧸 (MDNI)

JYP Co. gets a new IT-Agent and you can’t help but gush about him to your favorite coworkers…

(Nerdy,shy!Hyunjin Series)

Take Your Friends Out ⛈️🧸 (pt.1 ) (MDNI)

Your boyfriend has stood you up 3x this month and you decide that you’re done with being second place. Of course he disagrees…

Don’t Say That To Me ⛈️ (pt 2.) (MDNI)

Months after you took Hyunjin back you have to face the tough reality of falling out of love with him and end things for good…

Stress Induced Fever 🧸 (SFW)

Your job has decided to transfer you to their USA branch for a year and Hyunjin is failing miserably at holding himself together before you leave…

Sad Nudes? 🧸 (MDNI)

You’ve had a shit day and Hyunjin tries his best to cheer you up thousands of miles away…

I Love You. Now Date Me! 🧸🌩️ (SFW)

Your bestfriend has been jokingly telling you he’s in love with you for years only for you to find out it’s not a joke…and oh yeah, he HATES your boyfriend…

Babe, I Broke It 🧸 (SFW)

Hyunjin broke your brand new coffee mug and he’s taking it harder than you are (soft bbyboy)…

I Really Like You, Like Romantically 🔥🧸(MDNI)

Your best friend asks you for an insane favor of helping him lose his virginity and discovers his feelings in the process…

I Will Win! Fighting!🔥🧸 (MDNI)

You and Hyunjin make a friendly bet to survive No Nut November and despite his persistent confidence on winning, he eventually gives in…

Emergency Contact ⛈️ (SFW)

You and Hyunjin had a mutual breakup over a year ago, but apparently he forgot to remove you as his emergency contact and feelings are revisted…

Safe,Loved,& Accepted ⛈️ (SFW)

Bang Chan has been making light of the nasty comments you’ve been getting online until you are put in a sticky situation and he’s worried sick a thousand of miles away…

Have You Always Been This Hot?? 🔥🧸 (MDNI)

Attempting to survive No Nut November with your best friend Chan brings forth feelings neither of you knew existed…and really good sex…

I Just Want To Help ⛈️ (SFW)

Your ex Hyunjin takes it upon himself to help you with financial difficulties after months of no contact, but he never expected you to fight him every step of the way…

Wanna See It Up Close? 🔥🧸 (MDNI)

You always jokingly try to convince your best friend to get laid and he jokingly tells you to take his virginity (except it’s not a joke)…

I Hate You. All Of You. 🌩️ (SFW)

A sneaky picture brings your relationship and trust crashing down and he refuses to let it all go over a stupid misunderstanding….

Keeping Secrets 🌩️ (SFW)

Felix’s antics leaves Hyunjin an over dramatic mess and it takes an entire week before he confronts you about the secret you’ve been hiding…

Is This A Trick Question? 🌩️🧸 (SFW)

It’s not a secret that Hyunjin’s perusing you romantically, but despite returning his feelings your past relationship holds you back. Little did you know Hyunjin was just what you needed to try at love again…

Model!Hyunjin Text Series 🧸🔥(SFW/MDNI)

At the height of his career, Hwang Hyunjin goes down the road nearly every 24 year old with fame in the public eye does - sex, money, and rebellion. You accepted a job set up by his parents to get his reputation and career back on track, and you’ve known no peace since thanks to your very clingy (and unashamedly in love) client…

(ModelxAssistant!Reader)(grumpy gf,sunshine bf)

I’m Gonna Ride You. 🔥🧸 (MDNI)

Your friends thought it would be funny to hack into your phone to prank Hyunjin while you’re in the bathroom. Unfortunately, this little prank would lead to one of the most embarrassing (amazing?) nights of his life…

[princessbrunette]

outlaw!johnb had tried not to take advantage of your sweet body during his stay. what transpired between the two of you on the evening you met felt wrong. not-gentlemanly. like he’d taken advantage of someone sweet and sheltered. he’d been determined to keep his hands to himself until the time was right once more, but as your parents extended their stay away — leaving the house for the two of you to be alone in even longer, he found it increasingly more difficult to do so. especially when you were so keen on playing house.

you’d settled into a routine. john b would get up and tend to the ‘handyman’ things that needed to be tended to, like fixing the fence that had been destroyed in the storm or odd jobs around the house, and you would do all the domestic stuff — like cleaning, preparing meals, tending to the animals. today was laundry day, and clearly the routledge boy was ill prepared for what this meant.

whilst hammering away at the planks of wood beneath the blistering sun, the wavy haired brunette raises his head to see you appearing not far from him, a laundry basket balanced on your hip, wearing the flimsiest, shortest white sundress known to man. he allows his gaze to wander, offering you a small smile when you wave. you set your basket down to begin hanging up laundry on the line to dry, and as you bend down to retrieve the first clean clothing item — a warm breeze gently blows your dress astray, displaying your glistening cunt. john b tips his head towards the sky, closing his eyes with a pained groan. there would be no stopping him.

he tried, for a solid minute — but as he continued to watch you bend, your folds gently spreading each time you did so, he grew hard beneath the hot sun and decided enough was enough. he’d give you what you’d been pawing at him for all week.

“uh, are you kidding? you’ve got to be doing this on purpose. right?” that familiar chesty hum comes from behind you as you hang up a dress and you freeze, a gentle breeze washing over you.

“s’laundry day, john b.” you shrug, not daring to turn around. you wasn’t sure if you could control your lustful gaze.

“yeah? okay well — the lack of underwear is definitely gonna make this a lot easier.” he mutters as he strides closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his crotch to your ass. “touch your toes, sweetheart.” he commands and you shakily do so with an aroused whimper.

he decides it’s not enough, and when you’re fully bent at the waist, he gives you a gentle nudge forward and you topple onto your knees in the plush grass. “yep, stay riiiight there.” his words are somehow comforting as you hear his belt buckle unlock and his zipper come down. he pulls your dress up your back and swears under his breath at your puffy wet pussy staring back at him. “definitely… knew what you were doing there, huh.” he speaks mostly to himself.

“can you please try n’give me a baby this time, daddy?” you mewl, as he lines himself up and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“please shut up.” he blurts out before opening them. “i mean, uh… just… you can’t say those things sweetheart. trying real hard not to be too rough here.” he pushes in and your toes curl in the grass, a high pitch squeal leaving you as you grasp around at nothing. “i know, hey— stick with me here lil’ pup.” he coaches you, watching the way your body tries its best to relax. john b was big, and taking him with your ass in the air and your cheek in the dirt made him feel heaps bigger.

he bottoms out, tipping his hips completely forward with two hands on your lower back and his jaw agape. “wow.” he breathes out, staring intently at the way you’re stretched around his thickness. he’s snapped from his trance by your head craning round, some dirt on your cheek and grass in your hair.

“john b, the cows are gonna watch you give me a baby.” you’re pouting, and whilst the whole innocent act turns him on — he needed to lock in or he’d really cum inside you again. without much thought, he yanks his bandana from his neck and stuffs it into your mouth before gently pushing your cheek back to the grass.

“there you go. just hold on for me, okay?” he asks before he starts to thrust, bottoming out each time making his thighs slap against your ass cheeks. with each thrust, you let out a devastating little sound — pussy drooling around him. “see? gooood girl. you really like the whole mean, ruffian, outlaw thing, huh? soaking me here, bub.”