#Used Trucks Removals

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[kristakittyfish]

there are a lot of small courtesies that say a lot about whether a person thinks of others in their daily life, wherein they may take on a small responsibility or minor inconvenience for themselves to make things better for everyone overall. this is why big trucks in school parking lots with giant tow hitches that stick out two feet into either the driving lane or the pedestrian walkway can go ahead and tow each other right into a lake

[purruru]

Why did I see an ad for a certain piece of political wear? This is tumblr! The majority demographic on tumblr mocks it. Literally why spend money on putting your ad here. 😭

[redtsundere-writes]

Just thinking about how boyfriend!Simon doesn't like to go out, but somehow ended up dating a party gal. He hated it in the beginning because he didn't know where you were and, worse, who you were with. But once he got used to it, he preferred staying home and wait for your drunk call in the middle of the night.

He would pick you up on his truck, made sure you got your seatbelt on properly. You would poke his face, smiling like an idiot from the alcohol. He would just scold you even though you weren't paying attention.

Simon would carry you over his shoulder to your shared apartment. It was light work compared to his usual training. He would sometimes spank your ass to get you to stop squirming around.

Simon would drop you on the edge of the sink counter in the bathroom. He would remove your makeup with a wipe as you tell him how fun the party was. Simon would wash your face with a wet towel as you instructed him to do cause you explained that makeup remover is practically soap.

Simon would drop you on the bed and asked you to raise your arms so he could take your little dress off. You truly trust him that he wouldn't try anything sketchy with you in that vulnerable state. He will slip on one of his shirts on you, knowing how much you love sleeping in his clothes.

Simon would tuck into bed as you mumbled how much you love him and how he is the best boyfriend you ever had. Lights turn off, the rustling of the sheets and tired sighs. He would snuggle up to you, spooning you against his chest. He would just be listening to your sweet mumbles, stroking your hair slowly. Glad that he didn't like going out to take care of you.

Masterlist.

Part 2.

[mrs-ghost-2]

Suggestive themes! 18+ only!

Something something lumberjack!Simon being absolutely feral for you after a fight where he says something stupid and you slap him without thought.

You’re never violent. Have never raised your voice at him, or at anyone for that matter. You never cuss, never instigate, you’re polite. But him smarting off without thought and having you open-palm slap him across the face drove him insane. He barely felt it, barely registered it. But the thought of you being violent, that you did it because you felt something so strongly in regards to him, had him rock hard and absolutely foaming at the mouth.

Your eyes widen and you instantly start to apologize, but his mouth slanted across yours seconds later and it had the apology halting in the back of your throat. You’re putty in his hands, which is good because he’s pawing at your hips and ass while walking you backwards to press up against the hood of his truck.

“So fuckin’ hard for ya, sweet’eart.” Simon groans against your lips, teeth clashing and tongue sliding against yours in a dirty glide.

“M’sorry, Si. Didn’t mean to.” You’re able to mutter between rough passes of lips and teeth, but he’s just shaking his head as he wraps both hands around your hips to lift you onto the hood.

“Nothin’ t’be sorry for, lovie. S’my fault anyways.”he replies on a breath, slotting himself between your spread thighs and dragging his hands up your back to tangle in your hair. He’s using one hand to hold your neck while the other is tugging your hair back to arch your neck and jaw for his rough ministrations.

“M’not violent though. S’not right of me.” You try again, panting and sighing deep in your chest as his stubbled cheeks scratch at your skin while he sucks hickies and bite marks into the delicate skin of your throat and shoulder.

“Hot as fuck is wha’ it is.” Simon retorts, using the excuse of removing his mouth to talk to bite a little too hard into the meat of your collarbone.

“Fuck, Simon. Too hard.” But your hips are still rocking against his body where your legs are wrapped around his broad frame.

“Sorry, sweet’eart. My bad.” But he’s grinning mischievously, not really sorry at all.

You roll your eyes and laugh, wrapping your own hand around the back of his neck to bring him back in for another kiss and another taste.

[reasonsforhope]

"On a freezing cold Wednesday afternoon in eastern Kentucky, Taysha DeVaughan joined a small gathering at the foot of a reclaimed strip mine to celebrate a homecoming. “It’s a return of an ancestor,” DeVaughan said. “It’s a return of a relative.”

That relative was the land they stood on, part of a tract slated for a federal penitentiary that many in the crowd consider another injustice in a region riddled with them. The mine shut down years ago, but the site, near the town of Roxana, still bears the scars of extraction.

DeVaughan, an enrolled member of the Comanche Nation, joined some two dozen people on January 22 to celebrate the Appalachian Rekindling Project buying 63 acres within the prison’s footprint.

“What we’re here to do is to protect her and to give her a voice,” DeVaughan said. “She’s been through mountaintop removal. She’s been blown up, she’s been scraped up, she’s been hurt.”

The Appalachian Rekindling Project, which she helped found last year, wants to rewild the site with bison and native flora and fauna, open it to intertribal gatherings, and, it hopes, stop the prison.

The environmental justice organization worked with a coalition of local nonprofits, including Build Community Not Prisons and the Institute to End Mass Incarceration, to raise $160,000 to buy the plot from a family who owned the land generationally.

Retired truck driver Wayne Whitaker, who owns neighboring land and had considered purchasing it as a hunting ground, told Grist he was supportive. “There’s nothing positive we’ll get out of this prison,” he said.

The penitentiary has been a gleam in the eye of state and local officials and the Bureau of Prisons since 2006. It has always sparked sharp divisions in Roxana and beyond and was killed in 2019 after a series of lawsuits, only to be quietly resurrected in 2022. Last fall, the bureau took the final step in its approval process, clearing the way to begin buying land...

In his book Coal, Cages, Crisis, Schept noted that mine sites are considered ideal locations for prisons or a dumping ground for waste, rather than places of ecological value, as some biologists have argued. The Roxana site has been reclaimed, meaning re-vegetated with a forest that now shelters a number of rare species, including endangered bats.

Opponents argue that a prison will bring more environmental problems than jobs. Letcher County was 1 of 13 counties ravaged by catastrophic flooding in 2022, a situation exacerbated by damage strip mining caused to local watersheds. The prison slated for Roxana will exacerbate the problem.

The Bureau of Prisons estimates it will damage 6,290 feet of streams and about 2 acres of wetlands. (The agency has promised to compensate the state.)

DeVaughan said the purchase also is a step toward rectifying the dispossession that began with the forced removal and genocide of Indigenous peoples. The Cherokee, Shawnee, and Yuchi made their homes in the area before, during, and after colonization, and their thriving nations raised crops, ran businesses, and hunted bison that once roamed Appalachia.

In all the time since, coal, timber, gas, and landholding companies have at times owned almost half of the land in 80 counties stretching from West Virginia to Alabama. Several prisons sprang from deals made with coal companies, something many locals consider the continuation of this status quo.

Changing that dynamic is a priority for the Appalachian Rekindling Project, which hoped to buy more land to protect it from extractive industries and return its stewardship to Indigenous and local communities. DeVaughn said Indigenous peoples throughout the region will be welcome to use the land as a gathering place...

DeVaughan sees its work establishing a new vision of economic transition for coalfields, one that relies less on “dollars and numbers” and more on “healing and restoration” of the land and the Indigenous and other communities that live there.

She is working with some personal connections in the Cheyenne and Arapaho nations to acquire a herd of bison and plans to work with local volunteers, scientists, and students to inventory the site’s flora and fauna."

-via GoodGoodGood, February 6, 2025

[rafesangelita]

♡ when bitchy!pogue!reader doesn’t swallow..

warnings: degradation, hair pulling, unprotected sex, rough sex, mentions of oral (m. receiving) and face fucking, slapping, choking, brat taming, asphyxiation, reader loses consciousness, more pain than pleasure

“don’t wanna take my cum in your throat like the obedient slut you’re supposed to be? fine. you’re gonna take it somewhere else then..” rafe yanked you up from the floor by your hair, a mixture of both spit and cum dribbling down your chin as he pinned you down to his bed by the back of your neck. prior to him fucking your throat until you were crying and gagging around his cock, you had been acting bratty all day long. talking back and giving him attitude when it was completely uncalled for, swatting away his hands whenever he wanted to touch you (it didn’t help that you were wearing his favorite outfit and perfume on purpose), but what really did it for him was seeing you flirt with his friends while acting like he didn’t exist.

getting them drinks, bending down in front of them in your denim miniskirt, laughing at their jokes that weren’t even funny.. rafe knew you were in for it when you put your hand on kelce’s thigh and whispered something in his ear that had him squirming in his seat. rafe all but dragged you out of the country club and threw you in the backseat of his truck before speeding to tanneyhill where he was going to give you a rightful punishment that consisted of slapping you around and holding you against the wall by your neck until you tapped out. now he had you folded over in a mean arch, your face pressed roughly into his pillows as he held both of your hands behind your back.

“m’gonna drill this cunt until you apologize for being a fucking whore, do you understand me?” rafe gritted his teeth, slamming into you without warning. you screamed, feeling utterly helpless as he maintained a death grip on your wrists. in this very moment, rafe didn’t think of you as anything but a bimbo slut with tits for brains. right now you weren’t his girlfriend, you weren’t his ‘pretty princess’— his words, you were just a free-use dummy that he could fuck stupid and toss aside anytime he wanted. “fucking say it!” he slammed into you, watching the way your mascara ran down your cheeks. rafe angled his hips and thrusted, the head of his cock hitting your cervix with a painful blow.

“i’m s-sorry!” you shrieked, thrashing against him in hopes to get away from the unforgiving force of his hips, “i’m so sorry, i won’t ever do it again!” you apologized once more, black spots dotting your vision as rafe continue gripping your neck. rafe slowed down when he heard you, a shit eating grin gracing his lips once he saw you blinking in and out of consciousness. your body fell limp as he spilled into you, a groan ripping itself from his throat as his cock twitched within your soaked walls. rafe looked up at you, removing his hand from the nape of your throat as he rubbed your back, bringing you down from your black-out. rafe blew a little bit of air in your face, the small action keeping you awake as he pulled out.

“i’ll get aftercare ready because i’m not a total dick head, but next time you fuck up like that, expect even worse.”

thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[bikashdas]

The Telltale Signs You Need to Get Rid of Your Used Car or Truck

[rafesfawn]

🪽🧺 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋

𝜗ৎ⋆｡˚ when rafe sees a precious little doll on the side of the road with a broke-down car, how can he resist out of the kindness of his heart offering her a ride? just a ride home, that's all...

or how trailerpark!angel!reader and rafe met!

warnings: use of the nickname pet & little one, reader! is eighteen-nineteen! bit of perv!rafe, barely proofread!

a/n: first time writing a rafe fic/blurb! im so excited, also this is based on this ask and thank you so much for sending something I really appreciated it and I hope u like it mwah! I would say you two meet in like early season 2 (right before the cross storyline) also for the format slight ib to others on here esp @rafesangelita (sorry for the tag!)

this was based off of this ask! which tysm i literally love requests and rafe and trailerpark!angel!reader is my new obsession <3

a small, meaningless kick was made to the tire while you huffed and groaned, putting two hands over your frustrated features as all you wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.

“piece of shit,” you mumbled under your breath, kicking the tire once more, but immediately a whimper fell from your lips. the pain shot from your toe up to your spine. making you sniffle and tip-toe in pain. in your denim ruffle skirt, white socks, and pink converse, you sat down on the asphalt, on the side of the road, leaning against the side of your broken-down car.

she wasn’t the best car, but she surely got you around most of the time. most of the time. it was a little volkswagen beetle, light pink in color, covered in so many stickers some wondered if it was passing inspection. it wasn't.

sitting with your head against the car for what felt like hours (it was maybe ten minutes), but spending even that on the side of a main road in kildare island was torture. especially with the beating sun late august provided.

rafe was speeding down the road on the way to play golf and get drunk with topper and kelce. “ah shit, i don’t know, man.” he said into his phone, holding it up with one hand; his voice gruff and confident, topper on the other line. “you really think i won’t kick your ass today huh?” a smirk grew on his already smug expression.

letting out a short chuckle at toppers response, nothing anybody ever said meant more than a laugh to him. or that's what it used to be like anyway, his act wasn't together if anything, it was worse than it'd ever been. his father condemning him to disingenuous "discipline" to forget about the possible death of his golden daughter.

"the fuck?" he mutters into the mic, his voice laced with confusion. as he sees up ahead on the road, a pink car broken down, with the most precious thing sitting against it. a pout on the angels soft lips and the most defeated look in her eye. aw, you just fell right into my lap, didn't you? little angel.

your eyes glued on the pavement, your entertainment of watching a little ladybug try to make it to safety in the distance, was shortly interrupted.

a nice black truck coming into view it came to such a short stop it almost took your breath away, the breaks slightly screeching at the haste. a tire replaced the spot the ladybug once was.

you stood brushing the dirt and gravel off the backsides of your pale thighs, left bare by the short fabric of your skirt.

the man stepped out of the truck. he was tall, and the sleeves of his polo looked like they were about to burst at the seams, not able to contain the biceps beneath. his features strong and statue-like, his deep sea eyes hidden behind the curtain bangs that hung over his forehead. a grin that seemed too genuine, too good to be true.

you removed your heart-shaped sunglasses, placing them on top of your head to see him more clearly. your possible savior, but he was anything but.

he stepped a bit closer, seeing the state of her already pretty beaten car, "having some car trouble?" rafe asked as if he wasn't stating the obvious.

you pretended he wasn't either as you nodded, the frown only slight now but still on your lips as your eyes remained looking up into his.

"aw.. poor thing we can't have that, what happened?" his voice, a mockery of sympathy. as he inspected the piece of shit car she loved so much. his care coming from a place of ownership, of burning ache or want.

still, in slight shock, you hadn't answered him, following behind him as he reopened the hood like he owned the car. not even realizing you'd been rude and not replied till he spoke again. "little one, i can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong." a heady mix of gentle and firm that made your mouth go dry and your head dizzy.

"oh- it's been on her last limb for like ever, i guess she finally called it quits... right on my way home." you said with a little sad laugh that rafe wanted to bottle the sound of and listen to on repeat. "and I really need to get home," you added fiddling with your fingers in front of you.

a sweet girl all out of options, rafe was so glad he was here to provide her with his help. "tell you what, I'll take you home and come back and fix this thing up for you, huh?" he offered, there goes his saturday plans he presumed. it'd be worth it. he told himself he'd make it worth it, with those shy eyes and the expression you carried like a lost puppy. you'd owe him he'd make sure to get something in return.

just like he figured, you shook your head. never wanting to accept such a grand favor. "I can't ask you to do that, I mean, I don't even know your name." nerves, curiosity, and a glint of something else tinged in your voice, so many wonders in that head as soon as his truck came to a stop for you. why? the only question running through your mind.

"It's rafe, can I help you out now?" his genuine grin turned almost smug at his own remark, brushing that bangs out his face, the effort pointless as they immediately fell back again.

you paused. picking at the already chipped white nail polish on your sore fingertips, a larger-rougher hand covered your own, stopping your movements with that firm gentleness he carried around her. you looked up at him, he was so much closer. the scent of some cologne that probably could pay your rent, and a tinge of smokey wood filled your senses.

"pet?" he questioned with an expecting tilt of his head, calling you that like it was the most natural thing in the world.

your body and mouth responding before giving another second for your brain or anxiety to think it over, you nodded. "can you please give me a ride home?" you hesitantly asked, it felt weird. getting help, and even asking for it felt foreign, he offered it so graciously like it was nothing.

looking down upon her, his grin turned genuine once again, his eyes seemed almost proud it was a soothing balm to her nervous heart. a rosy hue to her cheeks as his palm covered the side of her neck, making a few pats to the flesh before leading her to his truck.

you'd owe him. something he was sure you were ready for.

[hearts4hughes]

honeybee riding rafe on the back of his truck after a long day of bickering and arguing

𖥨᩠ׄ݁.ི𒂭۪۪۪۪᳝۟ honeybee!reader

warnings: mdni ; pinv ; switch!reader ; switch!rafe

“you done running your mouth now?” rafe asks, leaning back on his elbows, boots kicked up on the back of his truck like he owns the whole damn farm…and you.

you shoot him a glare, chin tilted up in that way that drives him absolutely insane. “maybe i’m just getting started.”

he huffs a laugh, eyes dragging down your frame with no shame, tongue poking at his cheek like he’s trying not to grin. “figured. you talk all day, but never say anything useful.”

you climb up onto the tailgate anyway, ignoring how his eyes track every move you make. “maybe i wouldn’t have to talk so much if someone actually listened.”

“oh, i listen,” he says, low and full of smug certainty. “you just don’t like what i hear.”

you sit across from him, arms crossed, legs dangling. tension crackles in the quiet. the heat like summer lightning. he taps his fingers once against the metal.

“you gonna keep pretending?” he asks after a beat. “keep acting like you don’t want this?”

you raise a brow. “what exactly do you think i want, cameron?”

he grins, slow and infuriating. “me.”

you laugh, sharp and stubborn. “wow. someone’s full of himself today.”

“nah,” he shrugs. “just observant. i know that look. same one you had last week, pinned under me in your room, tryin’ so hard not to fall apart.”

you bristle at that because he’s not wrong and he knows it. god, he always knows it. “you’re delusional.”

he pushes himself forward, crowding into your space without touching you. “you’re a terrible liar.”

“you’re insufferable.”

he leans in closer, voice almost a whisper now. “you’re still here.”

you swallow hard.

he tilts his head, eyes dark, amused. “so what’s the excuse now, honeybee? gonna tell me you climbed up here just to insult me some more?”

“maybe i like watching you suffer.”

he grins wider. “oh, i’m suffering all right. poor me. stuck out here with a girl who wants me so bad she’s practically shaking with it.”

you scoff, defiant, even as your breath catches.

he reaches out, thumb brushing your jaw, and it’s almost too gentle. “you can fight me all you want,” he says softly, “but we both know how this ends.”

you don’t respond right away. you just stare at him. he’s the boy who drives you absolutely mad, who reads you like a favorite book, who always, always gets under your skin.

and when you finally make a move to jump down from the truck, he’s already pulled you against him, trapping you under his body weight.

“get off me, rafe.” your voice cracks towards the end. your face doesn’t match your words. “before you do something you regret.”

“i’ve never regretted a single thing with you, honeybee.” he presses his lips against the bare skin of your chest.

you scoff, not falling for his sweet nothings. you grab hold of his arms and within seconds, you’re straddling his hips. “who’s in charge now?” you tsk, jutting your pouty lips out.

“oh, princess of the farm likes to take control? i don’t buy it.” he laughs, deep and hardy. “you can’t even take the trash out without complaining.”

“oh, you shut your mouth, cameron.” you begin to unbutton his jeans, sliding the zipper down smooth, and tugging them down his muscular thighs. “you’re nothin’ but a way for me to get off.”

his smirk deepens, his hands removing your shirt as you berate him. “keep goin’, you’re turning me on, sweetheart.”

he’s letting you have your little power trip because he already knows how it ends.

you shoot him a look, one he probably deserves, but he just grins wider, smug as hell. hands behind his head now like he’s lounging at the beach, not under you in the middle of nowhere with dirt on his jeans and sin in his smile.

“you’re so full of it,” you mutter.

“full of something,” he fires back, cocky as ever. “and soon you will be too.”

your jaw ticks. you hate how easily he gets under your skin, how every line is a taunt wrapped in a dare. and worse, you hate how your body betrays you for it.

he feels it. you know he does. because when your hips shift, his hands snap up to your waist like instinct, like claim.

“yeah,” he murmurs, voice lower now, like it’s just for you. “that’s more like it. stop pretendin’, honeybee. you like it when i run my mouth.”

“only thing i like is shutting you up,” you shoot back.

he chuckles, breath hot against your collarbone as he yanks you closer. “then do it.”

you take the bandana from around his neck and place it in his mouth like a gag. your hands reach down into his boxers, pulling himself out. he bites down against the gag, the slight breeze in the air only adding to the overstimulation. his hips buck as you rub up and down his cock.

the next article of clothing to go is your lacy thong. rafe’s heart skips a beat as his tip brushes against your folds. you let out a deep breath, rubbing him against your clit.

his complaints were muffled by the bandana between his lips, causing you to smirk.

“what? have something to say, cowboy?” you taunt, sinking down on just his reddened tip. his eyes roll back, hips stuttering, eliciting a giggle from you. “didn’t think so.”

finally, you lowered yourself on his dick. he squeezed her thighs hard enough to leave bruises—you’d have to lie to her daddy about that later. he stretched you to the brink. your mind was flooded with pleasure and pain. your hadn’t even started moving and your legs were already shaking.

“why do douchebags always have the biggest dicks?” you moan as take his last inch.

a smirk possessed his face at your words, his ego growing as he finally admired the view. you were on top of him, clad in only a bralette and cowboy boots, taking all of him inside of you.

it became increasingly harder to contain himself. all he wanted to do was flip you over, pin you down, and make you forget your own name. he wanted to consume your thoughts. he wanted all of you.

when you finally adjusted to his girth, you started bouncing up and down. you threw your head back, hair wild against the wind. you stationed your hands on his chest and arched into him. every time your pussy clenched, his breath stuttered.

“you like this, rafey?” you feigned innocence, moving faster up and down. he bit down hard, using all his strength not to nod. instead, he gripped your waist hard and began thrusting up into you. his pace was fast. skin slapping and moans filled the empty space surrounding the two of you.

“holyshit,” you gripped his biceps, making crescent shaped indents in the skin. his cock bullied your g-spot, hitting it each time he pushed back inside. every thrust knocked the air from your lungs.

he grunted against the fabric, moving his hips back against yours like he needed it. your walls were velvet around his greedy cock. it ached inside of you, molding you to each and every vein.

the elastic band in your stomach began to snap. your reached down to thread your fingers through his hair. he pulled you into a bear hug, fucking you roughly through your orgasm. and when the band snapped, the remnants dripped down his length. still, he held your limp body in his arms. it wasn’t long until he was emptying his seed into your womb.

you climb off him slow. your smirk from before gone as you tug your shirt back on without sparing him a glance.

“told you,” he murmurs, ripping the bandana from his mouth. “you can play boss all you want—’til the real one shows up.”

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[science-hoes]

Jack Abbot is full of empty threats.

That’s what you tell yourself every time you make a snide remark about his age. The adjectives to tease him with are endless. Old. Ancient. Vintage. Outdated. Decrepit. Elderly. Archaic.

“You’re gonna pay for that one day.” His voice is low, the frequency just enough for you to ear.

He doesn’t say how. He doesn’t say when. He doesn’t say where. So he must not have a plan.

“Whatever you say, grandpa.” You tease before turning on your heel to handle another patient.

Jack watches you leave, the swing of your hips nearly hypnotizing him. He knows exactly how you’re gonna pay. He’s just waiting for the right opportunity.

It happens one night after a few too many beers in the park after your occasional day shift. You sit way too close to Jack on the metal bench, thighs brushing together, but he never moves away from the contact.

And you will not shut up. “Gotta get ya home, grandpa. S’almost your bedtime.” You slur in his ear, your breath making the hair on his neck stand at attention.

Jack holds his alcohol better than you, and he takes your hand to lead you to the parking garage. “You need a ride home.” He says, voice firm but kind.

When he opens the passenger door for you to hop in, you giggle at the amount of CDs tucked into the side of the door. “Who even uses CDs anymore? Don’t you have Bluetooth?” You tease.

Jack just chuckles and shuts the door in your face. The ride home isn’t any quieter. You’re reading off the release date of every single album you can get your hands on, all of them predating your existence. He says nothing, just the smug smile of an animal who’s about to devour his prey. You’re too captivated to the artifacts in his truck to notice.

He walks you into your apartment, and you throw your arms around his neck before he gets a chance to shut the door. The kiss is hungry, long overdue, and exhilarating. Your alcohol level has begun to taper off, that’s what you tell him, when he hoists you up by your thighs and takes you to your bedroom.

Thrown onto the mattress like a rag doll, you quickly remove your layers of clothes. Jack wastes no time flipping you over onto your stomach, dragging your ass back until it smacks against his hips, rubbing his achingly hard cock against you.

“Just let me know when it’s time for your vitamins, and we can take a break.” You call back to him.

A firm swat on your ass draws a sharp scream from you as he runs his fat tip through your dripping folds. “I think it’s time to teach you a lesson, baby girl.” He husks.

The first slow thrust splits you in half, and you’re both far too loud for the thin walls of the apartment. His thrusts move quicker, sharper, and you’re starting to feel that spring coil in your abdomen. His fingers are reaching around your waist to circle your clit in concentrated form.

“Jack, please!” You scream, drooling against the comforter of your bed.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you, doll. Must be my old man ears.” Jack hisses in between thrusts.

Oh.

So that’s his game.

You whine when his pace picks up, pistoning into you like a machine. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The words tumble from your trembling lips.

“You’re sorry? Yeah? I bet you are.” He grunts, his hands tightening on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh.

His cock is hitting that spongy spot inside you with precision, and you start to meet him halfway with the thrusts. “I’m close, I’m so close. So so close.” You cry.

Jack half smiles, looking down at where your bodies are joined, admiring the cream that’s slathering his cock. “Gonna come for me, kid?” He asks, the lilt in his voice condescending.

“Yes, Jack, please. Please don’t stop.” You beg, grabbing onto your comforter for dear life.

And then everything is still. Jack stops moving. He’s inside you still, but he’s completely halted all efforts to pleasure you. Your release fades away from the lack of stimulation.

“No!” You scream, pushing back on his cock to try and revive your orgasm.

Jack lets out a fake sigh of an apology. “Oh, sorry, love. You know how I am. Just get tired so easily.” He hums, palming the flesh of your ass cheeks, massaging gently as you pathetically thrust back against him. He slowly begins to meet your thrusts halfway again, but not at the pace you want.

“You already made your fucking point.” You hissed through clenched teeth.

Jack’s hips begin to move faster, speeding up with each one of your desperate cries. “Did I? Sorry, my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

You don’t respond because now he’s fucking you again like he means it, like he can’t keep up this charade forever because, fuck, he wants to come in you so bad. He feels your walls begin to tighten around him, and he knows your orgasm is hovering off the shore again.

“I’ve got an idea.” Jack mumbles, grabbing both of your wrists and pulling them behind you, like he was a dirty cop arresting you. “How bout you let this old man fuck a baby in you, huh? You like the sound of that?”

His hips slammed into you so hard that his balls are spanking your pussy with each thrust. You’re so, so unbelievably close, and his words are hurdling you to your release.

“Won’t be around for much longer, don’t want you feeling lonely without me.” He muses, his own grunts becoming louder with each snap of his hips.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you nodded stupidly at his offer. Jack clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

“Answer me. You wanna have my baby?” He growls.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Each answer a punctuation to his hips smacking against your ass.

“Let me hear you say it.”

“I wanna have your baby.”

“My ears don’t work too well, doll. Gotta be louder than that.”

Your abdomen tightens, and a white hot wave crashes over your entire body. “I want to have your baby, Jack!” You screamed.

“Atta girl.” Jack praises before spilling into you the moment he feels your walls contract around him, coating them with white spurts.

When you collapse onto your stomach and Jack flops down next to you, catching his breath, he gives you that smug smile that you love so much.

“Gonna keep calling me old?” He taunts, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You smile and grab one of his large wrists. You lead it down to your leaking pussy, shoving his fingers in to plug your hole. “If this is my punishment, I’ll keep calling you old til the day you die.” You breathe. “Which should be any day now.”

[pommatre]

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[sanemistar]

drop the act — satoru gojo

contents ★ fem!reader, fake dating to real lovers, fluff, 0.8k+ wc. ﾉ requested for my milestone event.

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“let’s just stop.” satoru’s announcement came out of the blue. his tone came off serious and firm, which was quite uncharacteristic of him. it took you by surprise, a dumbfounded expression was written all over your face. even though you knew that this whole ‘fake’ relationship situation wouldn’t last long and that it was bound to come to an end sooner or later the moment he found someone he truly loved, and although you prepared yourself for that day, you just couldn’t help but feel a hint of sadness and hurt as your heart clenched painfully inside your chest.

why? because what first started as nothing but a mere attraction, a show to stop your parents’ constant nagging about you not seeing anyone at you age while most of your peers had gotten married already, turned to real and genuine feelings of love. as time passed by since the start of your relationship with him, you found yourself helplessly fall for satoru and those sweet, tender acts of his. the way your name slipped off his lips ever so sweetly, and how it rung into your ears like a serenade. how he took your hand into his as they fitted perfectly, like two puzzle pieces that complete one another. how he casually threw his arms around your waist like it was the most natural thing in the world to do for him.

you knew that all of his sweet actions and gestures were all just a part of his act to make it seem as believable and convincing as possible, and he did exactly that. no one, not even your parents, had a single doubt that the two of you were really dating. to outsiders, your relationship was what they call 'goals'. not knowing that it was all just a show, a camouflage. although you knew it all along, but you couldn't help but fall for him.

satoru was your ideal type for what a lover should be, and you wanted to do nothing more than to confess your feelings for him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. after all, the two of you only ever agreed to do this was because there were no strings attached. it was only a matter of convenience for both you and him, since he also happened to be in the same situation as you. so when you asked for his help, he was more than willing to oblige.

you wanted to tell him not to leave you, to stay with you longer, that you’d gotten so used to being with him to the point where you weren't ready to live without him, that you needed him. just thinking about how the two of you would part ways from then on, and how satoru would eventually move on like nothing happened between the two of you and maybe even find himself someone whom he’d truly love almost made your head spiral out of control.

if only you had known your feelings for him would grow this intensely, you wouldn't have agreed to do this.

your body moved on its own as your hand grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. you swallowed a lump that was starting to form in your throat.

"do we really have to?" your voice was shaky as you sounded very desperate. your eyes were practically glued to the floor as you anxiously awaited for his answer, refusing to ever look up. your chest moved up and down rapidly as as result of your heavy breathing.

you heard him sigh as he removed your hand away.

"yes, it’s gotten really tiring having to keep up with this act." your heart sank at his response. it really was the ending, and you were trying your hardest to fight the tears that eagerly awaited to fall.

satoru reached his hand out and used his thumb to lift your chin up, forcing you to look at his beautiful sky blue eyes. his lips slightly parted as he began speaking.

“let’s drop the act, i love you for real.”

and the sudden declaration hit you like a truck, did he just say that he loved you? it took you a couple of long minutes to process his words and fully register them in your mind.

the seriousness and earnestness of his tone along with his unwavering gaze at you left no room for doubt, he definitely meant every word he said. and you couldn't believe what started as a mere act at first had actually become something real.

the anxious look on your face began to relax as all tension slowly escaped your body, replaced with a wave of joy and relief. you let a few happy tears fall down your crimson, red cheeks as a result of being overwhelmed with emotions, which satoru gently wiped.

"yeah, let's." you hummed, a soft smile made its way onto your face. you wrapped your arms securely around his neck as you stood on your tippy toes, whispering softly into his ears in a moment of genuine intimacy and affection which you had felt for the very first time.

"i love you, satoru." although it wasn't your first time saying those words to him, but this time it felt much different, much more meaningful.

he smiled softly and leaned closer as the distance between you and him was completely gone.

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[shysuccubusstuff]

Milking time!

Content: Cow hybrid! Caleb + Possessive! Caleb; Size difference + Mentions of abuse and neglect + Scent marking + Rut + Facial + Face fuck + Masturbation + Cumshot + Dacryphilia

Note: Just read some new manhwa (smut) about hybrids and a farm and it was so good! Sadly there are no more episodes by the moment (right now it only has like 6) but it's so freaking good, gosh I could eat it completely, the dairy cow is so so handsome... and a cutie ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I hope I explained the position correctly, it's like, laying on top of the person and using your lower thingy on their mouth... not that good with explaining positions, sorry! Let me know if I should make a part 2!

Cow hybrid ! Caleb who recently arrived to the farm. He was found in the middle of nowhere, with his body completely scarred as the rain soaked the small piece of clothing that barely covered his lower half. Just what the hell had happened? You had been trying to get the enemy farm to leave the town after the rumours abou them abusing their workers. You kept cursing under your breath, just why couldn't you do it faster? Well, of course you couldn't, by the time you had found out you barely had any proof apart from what some of the hybrids told you about, so you already knew that this was to be expected... Still, you had to rub your eyes, cleaning the tears that had started to fall down your cheeks and rushing towards the poor young man, trying your best to carry him to the truck so you could bring him to his new home.

Cow hybrid! Caleb who becomes extremely attached to you. It doesn't take more than a few weeks for him to recover from the injuries the old "owners" had caused to him, now constantly following wherever you go. He liked grabbing you by your hips, hiding his hand inside your pocket so he could stay as close as possible to you. You know this could be a bad idea, as you are planning on simply allowing him to choose whatever he wants to do next in life, and growing attached to you was not the best option for that, but you were unable to do anything. After all, he had recently been rescued, surely it was normal for him to become so attached to you, right?

Hybrid bull! Caleb whose possessiveness only worsens. It has been quite few months since Caleb had completely healed, so you had expected him to go back to the "usual" behaviour of the other bulls, who had already found someone to love within the vast farm. In contrast, Caleb had stayed with you, still following you everywhere you went, with a... slight change. He had become extremely possessive of you, constantly trying to start a fight with the other males every time he saw them giving you those glances... Just who did they think they were? Yes, he might have arrived way later than them, but that didn't mean they were allowed to give you those lustful eyes. Since that moment, Caleb had started to pick petty fights with the other hybrids, always acting as if he was simply protecting you from them, while he giving you those sweet puppy eyes he had learnt to do... It seems he did learn quite fast.

Cow hybrid! Caleb who is no longer able to handle his ruts. You used to let him use the toys you had bought for him during those special days, with Caleb using them without much interest, seeing as if it was just something to get over with. During this time, you had to make sure to keep some distance between you and him, trying your best to avoid leaving your scent on him in fear of another female thinking he had a partner, even politely removing his hands whenever he tried to get a bit too handsy with you. Not like it mattered to him, as he soon began to retaliate. Oh, you removed his hand from your hip because other females were watching at him? No problem, next time he would surround your waist with his beefy arms, making sure to pull you to him so you could feel his hard cock pulsing beneath his working clothes. Now you refused to get even a few metres close to him? Guess he simply had to make you come closer yourself.

Cow hybrid! Caleb who takes advantage of you. You were suddenly awakened by a strange noise, not only that, but it was then accompanied by a rustle, someone was moving under your blankets. With your heart thumping, you slowly moved the sheets, finally seeing the reddened and exhausted face, chest puffing as he kept pressing his hard-on against your ass, breath becoming heavier as he started to rub his hips even faster, with you already feeling how his underwear was getting wet from the precum. "Please... please... just help me... It hurts..." Caleb looked at you with tears in his eyes, almost making your chest hurt from seeing how he was struggling to keep himself together. "Just... fine. But don't get used to it, ok?" You tossed the sheets to the side, getting on top of Caleb and removing his wet boxers which had already been stained by his thick cum. Slowly, you started to move your hand up and down, marking a slow rhythm that almost made Caleb groan outloud, biting his own hand to stop himself from making some embarrasing sounds. You kept this rhythm for some minutes, confused as you kept feeling his dick throbbing, almost as if he was close to cumming, still, Caleb kept biting his hand, eyebrows furrowed as he forced himself to last as much as possible, what other opportunity would he have after this? "Maybe... Maybe if you lick it I will end faster...?" Caleb suggested, voice soft as if he was whispering, still, you could feel how much he had been waiting for him to suggest that. "Caleb... just where did you...? Ugh... just... just the tip, ok?" You kneeled, getting one of your legs between his, using your hand to keep his member up, slowly getting closer to it as you sticked out your tongue, carefully entering his tip into your mouth and sucking on it, using one of your hands to masturbate the rest of his member. "Fuck... So good... please, just a bit more, yeah? Please, I've been so good... Didn't fight with the other males for over a week, just a bit?" Caleb looked at you, his muscular body now looking even bigger due to the dim light that entered the window.

Before you noticed, Caleb's hands were already playing with your hair, petting it as you had done so many times before, the caring touch mixed with the feeling of his tip rubbing against your tongue almost making you moan from the pleasure. "Please...? Come on baby, let me do it..." You locked eyes with him from where you were, gradually entering his member until the tip was hitting against the back of your throat, the pressure on it making you gag on it. Caleb's grip got a bit tighter, now grabbing your hair as he restrained himself from pushing his hips forward and fuck your mouth without mercy. "Just do it..." You whispered to him, face flushing as you felt how Caleb's chest puffed up in joy, swiftly pushing you against the couch and straddling you, his cock now being just in front of your face. "Open wide~... here comes your big reward." Caleb abruptly pushed his whole length inside your mouth, using his arms as a way to keep this position in which it looked almost as if he was doing a plank, his happy trail now pressing against your face each time he forced his cock inside you causing tears to form in your eyes as you tried your best to take a deep breath each time he pulled out. Caleb stopped for a second, smiling at you as he saw your chest moving up and down rapidly, after all, he had set a ruthless rhythm for you, making sure to push his cock till it reached the back of your throat, then staying still a few seconds so he could feel your throat tightening around his cock, soon letting you breath once more, smirking as he saw you struggling to adapt to it. At the same time, he kept stroking your hair with care, almost as he wasn't practically bullying your poor mouth, pressing your whole body against the mattress and leaving you with little to no choice than to take it. "Keep your mouth open, here comes your reward..." All of sudden, Caleb moved away his dick moving a bit away so he could put the tip in front of your open mouth, strocking his cock with his right hand as he used the left hand to stay still, heavy ropes of cum falling into your mouth, a sweet aftertaste lingering in your mouth after you swallowed it completely... You hoped this wouldn't awake anything in you.