#he 100% has a thing for cowboys

[runandhideguys]

the guy who plays Judd in 911 lone star being dean's siren tracks actually

[wonderjanga]

Marvel in Unmarvel-like Outfits

I think every now and then Billy would change up whatever he wears as Marvel, and I personally think this would shock the JL the because they didn’t even know the suit could be taken off. Like one day, I can see Billy decked out in full Hawaiian drip:

Flash: “Hey, Cap- woah.”

Billy: *turns around for the first time rocking a Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, and sandals also Hawaiian printed* “Hey, Flash. Something wrong?

Flash: “Dude, you’re wearing normal clothes.”

Billy: “Yeah…? I am.”

Flash: “But you’ve never worn normal clothes until now! I thought you said the suit didn’t come off.”

Billy: *Remembers he uses that as an excuse to not to go to bars with the others.* “Oh uh… I’m… not… Powered up?”

Flash: “Wait, you can power up? Also wait, this is you powered down??” *gestures to Billy wildly*

Billy: “Yes…?”

Flash: “So you’re telling me, none of that was padding? It was 100 percent muscle?” *Gestures to one of Marvel’s arms*

Billy: “Uh… yeah? Look uh- I gotta go! Bye!” *Speed walks away*

or

Billy went a country fair and was still riding the high of cowboy-ness. So now, he’s wearing cowboy clothes complete with fringe, golden spurs on his boots, and even a bandana. He even went the extra mile and used a lightning lasso. Until he got tired of it and just went back to punching.

He was having his fun but of course someone has to ruin it:

Black Adam: *Flies in from somewhere* “Champion! Show yourself!”

Billy: “Adam.” *Flies up to Teth’s level and tips his cowboy hat to the other man*

Black Adam: *About to monologue about how this is going to be the time he finally beats Billy but then he sees the champion’s clothes* “You imbecile, what are you wearing?”

Billy: “I’m not an imbecile, I’m a cowboy!”

Black Adam: *does the sassiest eye roll* “Sure… Let’s just fight, wretch.”

(People ate this up too. There were like a thousand edits of him with the ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy’ and the ‘hey sexy lady’ and the ‘shake it for me girl’ songs, much to Billy’s horrification)

or

Billy one day magics up a toga, one of those gold leaf crown things, and he even wears sandals. He even decides to speak exclusively Ancient Greek and it makes the Justice League worry little. They send Diana in since she’s the only one who can understand him:

*Billy’s in the kitchen making himself food.*

(Ancient Greek will be in italics)

WW: *knocks on door frame* “Marvel?”

Marvel: “Yeah, Wondy?”

WW: *leans against doorway* “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but the others are worried about you.”

Marvel: *pauses cooking* “Why?”

WW: “Well…” *looks Marvel up and down* “You’re dressed differently, and you’re speaking Greek.”

Marvel: *stares in confusion before he smiles* “Oh, Wondy, don’t worry! This is just a bit. I’ll be done by tomorrow. Promise!” *offers pinky swear*

WW: *sighs* “If you say so.”*does pinky swear with him*

[hederasgarden]

Can I get "Don't be shy now, sit on my face" with the cowboy himself, Mr. Tyler Owens?

BESTIE. The scream I scrumpt.  Thanks to @a-reader-and-a-writer for the mechanical bull idea. This is long because I am incapable of responding to a request in 100 words apparently.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x F!Reader Word Count: 569 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, 18+ only. Oral (female receiving) and face sitting. Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.

Masterlist ♡ Glen Powell Character Masterlist

"And this is supposed to help me ride the mechanical bull how exactly?" you question with your knees planted on either side of Tyler's chest.

"Just trust me, sweetheart."

“That's not an answer," you tell him archly. 

He tilts his head back to look up at you. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"

"No...I'm just a bit nervous,” you admit.

He gazes steadily at you, and the way he rubs his hands up and down your thighs is both soothing and reassuring. "Well, you know what I like to say....you don't face your fears, you ride them."

You stare down at him, unamused. He grins back at you.

"Come on little lady, belly up to the bar," he encourages, cupping your ass and yanking you forward until the most intimate part of you is only inches away from his face. 

Embarrassment burns under your skin, and you fight the urge to shift away. This close, Tyler's bound to see every little imperfection, and it’s made worse by the fact that he’s practically perfect himself. Sometimes just looking at him could overwhelm you, not to mention what happened when he took his shirt off.

"Come on," he encourages softly.

Hesitantly, you lower yourself over him until he can nose at your folds. You grip the headboard and shift experimentally, inhaling sharply when Tyler drags the flat of his tongue through your center. Your thighs tense and he does it again, letting out a low, satisfied little hum that has you clenching around nothing. 

For a few minutes, Tyler seems content just to taste and tease you with soft, sweeping motions.  Slowly, you feel yourself begin to relax, some of the tension leaving your thighs. When you settle more firmly against him, he groans in response, his fingers flexing against your skin. You close your eyes and rock your hips forward, the world narrowing to the feel of his tongue in your cunt and his nose brushing against your clit. 

"Tyler," you moan. 

He groans in response, fingertips digging into your skin as his tongue spears into you. The messy way he eats you out is so loud that you’d be embarrassed if it weren’t for how good it makes you feel. Gone is any hesitation on your part as you ride his face in earnest. You grasp his hair and pull, desperate to have him even closer.

The beginning of your orgasm sparks to life in your belly, the rough drag of his tongue over your clit fanning the embers. Your hips move of their own accord, your body chasing what it needs. When your orgasm washes over you Tyler doesn’t stop, holding you still as he drinks greedily from your cunt. By the time he’s done with you, your thighs are trembling, and your breath comes in quick, uneven gasps.

“Oh my god.”

“It’s Tyler,” he reminds you with a smirk. You watch him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. He’s flush and his hair is tousled from your grip. But above all, he looks satisfied. 

“That was good, sweetheart. Real good.”

All you can manage is a thumbs up in response, your head hanging forward. “So,” you begin, “are you going to tell me now what that had to do with bull riding.”

“Not a goddamn thing,” he says with the biggest grin you’ve seen.

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[mandomaterial]

Jasper Hale dating headcanons

- this man is definitely, definitely still very old school, very chivalrous and a western gentle man. Stuff like opening doors, kissing your hand and leading you on his arm is a must.

- This man loves showing and teaching you new things 100%. Oh you’ve never really played baseball?, hell show you exactly how to hold the bat and hit the ball with precision. Hell stand behind yo, his arms wrapped around your body, his hand pressing to to yours as Alice pitched the ball, it came at such speed and you were a little frightened, but he led the movements with ease.

- He definitely takes you to a ranch to show you how to ride a horse, western of course. You’re sitting in front of him on the sturdy leather saddle as he’s handing you the reigns, his ands moving to your waist instead. He’s giving you detailed instructions as he gives the horse a little nudge with his heel. He tells you to softly pull the leather straps in the direction you want to go and the horse follows, he’s definitely praising you every chance he gets.

- He definitely has a thing for keeping you close, always holding your hand, or resting or around your waist, he wont allow you out of his weight until he bids you good night at your window. By the way, he’s definitely no as creepy as Edward by watching you sleep. Jasper definitely respects your space and leaves the second you give him a kiss good night. Thats unless you ask him to stay, then he’ll gladly lay down with you, cuddling you close but making sure that you’re always covered with a blanket so that you wouldn’t freeze while laying in his arms.

- Jasper will show you his battle scars once he’s sure that you’re ready and of course you’re a little shocked, but at least now you know why he always wears long sleeves. He allows you to grace them with your soft warm fingers as you ask questions about them, of course he answers truthfully, having come to terms with them a long time ago. He even tells you about Maria and her army, but what he didn’t expect was that you’d start crying, big round tears rolling over your chest. He coos and takes you into his arms, comforting you and telling you that he’s alright all while you’re whining about the story being unfair and sad, he cant help but smile.

- He definitely introduced himself to your family as on as your relationship got serious, you couldn’t stop him from meeting your father and making himself known in your family. Unexpectedly, your father actually liked him, he could tell that he wasn’t just going to keep you round short term but that he’d planned his future around you, going as far as to ask your father for his approval of the relationship.

- Jasper definitely knows how to play the guitar, i mean, he’s a cowboy? Hell play anything and everything for you, in his room , at the beach, in school or anywhere you want. He’ll definitely attempt to teach you at least a few songs so that the two if you could duet, but he soon finds that you rather enjoy watching him instead of playing yourself, swaying softly to the tunes and humming along.

- Jasper defiantly takes it slow with you, just like a true old-school gentle man. He’ll kiss your hand whenever he picks you up and he’ll drive you to a secluded romantic spot, the beach for example, hell sit down with you and just bask in your presence, he’ll kiss you, sure, smiling every second and laughing with you at the awkwardness, only to kiss you again. He really does love you.

[frillydolle]

(not 100% sure if my ask sent since my internet sucks… but once more just in case-)

young!arthur having his true first time w young!reader (arthur is around 22, reader is like 19. both are in the gang)

obv arthur has slept w prostitutes before this, but they had always done all the work. now, when arthur is actually about to have sex w someone, the guy has little to no clue what he’s doing 😭

TYSM IF YOU DO IT <3333

tags ͡˚̣̣̣𓎟𓎟　 mdni nsfw　 femreader　 arthur has no ides what he's doing 　 you don't either　 a.m ౨ৎ ⋆ ｡ ˚

arthur morgan. a young, rugged, and outlawish man merely in his early twenties. he was young, but he was so free, running away from lawmen as swift as an arrow, being too quick and witty to catch proper. although he may not have the silver tongue from his old mentor, dutch, but he has the wit to run away subtly, like his other mentor, hosea. despite his rough and callous appearance, he wasn't unknown to women and... working women. in fact, many of the girls wouldn't tease each other on who could get a certain cowboys attention.

they would all lead the intimacy, arthur would lie down on the cot and take it, since that's what working girls were paid to do, right? and he'd let them do their work, over and over. he'd pay well, and god, did they always make him feel good, no doubt about it. how he'd lay on the hotel bed as the women would unbutton his blue shirt in such a slow, teasing way─ then again, this was just again to take his mind off mary. damn that women...

that all changed once he met you. oh, how he was head over heels in love with you for days until he confessed that he was sweet on you, and even so, you've never seen a burly man get so flushed over you!

you were younger, nineteen, to be exact. knowing this, arthur was unsure of how to act around you, too nervy and in love. that journal of his was filled of pages with ur sktehced face. he was a little scared of physical contact until you initiated it first and now he's arm is never seen away from being around your waist. he was soo nervous to even kiss you incase you didnt want to:( he was just scared of making you uncomfortable since that's the last thing he wanted to do.

“'m sorry, honey... i never really done this before.”

“thank goodness, i haven't done this either. we'll just.. take it slow?”

despite the maany times you've told him that he's fine, that he's doing well, you can tell he was still a little anxious of doing something wrong, he wanted this to be right for you, he just wanted to make you feel... well, good. this might be this first time, but he wanted to impress you badly.

and oh.

oh.

this was like your own slice of heaven. he was so good despite that he no idea what he was doing. the way he held you with such delicacy. his hands weren't firm they were gentle, he didn't want to hurt you, he wouldn't know how to act if he did. his hands would trace up and down your body, leaving goosebumps in his wake. his callous were rough and yet his touch was tenderly with you. he took his sweet time with you, arthur was determined to work his feelings within you even if he wasn't sure if he was doing well, he had to make sure.

“does that.. feel good, sweetheart?” “that okay, darlin'?” “hope i ain't too rough fir ya.” “yer so good to me, yer a good girl.”

“mhm─ oh, arthuurr.. feels so good, oh my god─”

and that's exactly what he wanted to hear.

[hrrtshape]

　　　　　　　　　　　. . . ౨ৎ 　　each world we meet in is another shade of the same love. 　whether under gaslight or starlight, we find each other every time.  

　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 fame dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

this is my ultimate it-girl era : globally adored. youngest egot winner with nepo-baby status (cheers to my director-actor father and model-actress mother). everything in cinematic slow motion. <3 　　　[ s / o ] . . . tom blyth ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　　　　　　　　　　　　　

　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 mermaid dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

a mermaid princess who met her own sweet pirate. 　　　[ s / o ] . . . pirate ! billy the kid ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀how we met

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀day - 2 - day

　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 cat dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

a cat. that's it.

　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 twin peaks dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

a good friend of the infamous laura palmer, niece of the log lady. 　　　[ s / o ] . . . fbi ! coryo ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀day - 2 - day

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀what happened that day . .

　　　　᧓ ﹒　 formula 1 dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

the youngest driver to ever snag a world drivers’ championship. the paddock’s ultimate wildcard. also..... a colourful vocabulary for cussing out the certain cunts of the paddock. 　　　[ s / o ] . . . tbd but probably tom blyth ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀stats

　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 starlet in the 1950s dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

golden-era hollywood has me. rita hayworth WHO ? another dyed ginger is taking her place. 　　　[ s / o ] . . . gregory peck ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ntro to the star of hollywood !　

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀roles

　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 starlet in the 1960s dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

the (actual !!) brigitte bardot of her time. 　　　[ s / o ] . . . actor ! coryo ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀roles

　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 sex and the city dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

shifted ✶ the modern carrie bradshaw who's dating her own mr big...if mr big wasn't a douchebag. writing my “sex and the city” blog in vogue about the love lives (and catastrophes) of NYC. add in a few i couldn’t help but wonders. 　　　[ s / o ] . . . logan roy escue billionaire ! coryo ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 cowboy dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

aristocratic beginnings meet wild west rebellion. gowns traded for dusty skirts, bows, and braids as i ride alongside billy the kid (cue: stolen glances, quick-draw banter, and forbidden sparks). 　　　[ s / o ] . . . billy the kid ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ntro !　

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⠀⠀⠀　　⠀　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀　　⠀⠀

　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 socialite dr 　‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

shifted ✶ a rich-girl fantasy : NYC penthouse living. socialite drama meets “cutthroat world of dog eat dog.” basically....gossip girl. but....more fun. and no gossip. girl. 　　　[ s / o ] . . . coryo ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀i shifted for 15 days⠀

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀& shifted again⠀⠀

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀the basic report of my shift⠀⠀

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀how it feels to see my dr friends in my cr⠀⠀

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀things i did⠀

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀me &&&&& loml⠀

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀things i love about coryo⠀

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀valentines day in my dr⠀

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 vampire dr　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

shifted ✶ turned in 365 BC babylon by an ancient vampire (he’s giving 1500 years of mysterious brooding). i'm the first heretic. a half-witch, half-vampire with a tragic romantic streak. naturally, i fall for the immortal who turned me (a coriolanus vampire...... but close). before that, i was a princess witch. 　　　[ s / o ] . . . 3000 year old vampire ! coryo ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀places i've visited

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 ever after high dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

daughter of sleeping beauty, destined for a 100-year nap, but plot twist: my father’s willy wonka. (don’t ask. just marvel at my copper-coloured curls and penchant for enchanted desserts.) i'm caught between fulfilling my legacy and rewriting the script entirely. expect whimsical daydreams, pastel magic, and a sprinkle of chaos. 　　　[ s / o ] . . . coryo ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀closet

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　　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　princess dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

an 18th-century versailles princess draped in silks, diamonds, and enough court intrigue to rival gossip girl. betrothed to the prince of great britain. it’s all very shakespearean. champagne fountains, masked balls, and moonlit scandals straight out of marie antoinette (who's also my sister in law. we're besties). 　　　[ s / o ] . . . english prince ! coryo ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀day - 2 - day

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 marauders dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

shifted ✶ pureblood gryffindor. animagus form; a fox (because obviously). seeker on the gryffindor quidditch team, and yes, number one apologist for history of magic. oh, and cousin to james potter, naturally. we hate each other (that's not true). 　　　[ s / o ] . . . pureblood slytherin ! coryo ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀what's in my bag.

　  　  　  　  ﹐ ⠀⠀general masterlist.

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　spiderverse dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

across the multiverse, swinging through dimensions as my own iteration of spider-woman. let’s just say, in my universe, spiders have never looked this chic. (also i'm miguel's biggest pain in the ass. because of course i am) 　　　[ s / o ] . . . miles morales ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 south park dr　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

sister of eric cartman (the devil reincarnate). that's it, no other thoughts. the nanny of butters stotch. 　　　[ s / o ] . . . coryo ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 marvel dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

daughter of agatha harkness, cursed upon the one above all on the day when she first opened her eyes. 　　　[ s / o ] . . . magneto ! coryo ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ntroduction. . . lowkey !　　　　

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　 superman dr　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

former gotham girl has decided to move to metropolis. soon enough, she became a painting restorer...and has found a vigilante of a boyfriend. 　　　[ s / o ] . . . clark kent ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming intro ! 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ 　succession dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

daughter of logan roy. kind of a stray puppy if we're being honest. 　　　[ s / o ] . . . lukas matsson ୨୧

　  　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming intro ! 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

[cute-sucker]

arh i want cowbow rafe :(((( he's so mean and demeaning but you take it bc he's so hot

note: i love this so much, and this is 100% rafe x pup, change my mind!!!

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he would be the meanest at his house parties.

it might be because he rarely has them...and he would be so demeaning because he knew you could take it as well. your legs thrown over his waist, as he carried you to tannyhill before the two of you get ready for the party.

he's speak so softly to you and you'd completely crumble to his hold, nodding your head at his claims of being a good girl for him - for the evening. he'd be holding you up, as you bounced around hoping that he would speak gently to you. he'd play with you, rough and tough. you would take it though, and promise him all those things.

however.... at the party, you'd get drunk while trying to put on his cowboy boots. he would get so pissed at you whenever you tried to turn into a "cow girl," because he knew it meant you trying to do a cartwheel in those scanty little shorts and flash all of his friends in the process.

instead he'd keep a heavy hand on your waist, as you grinned up to him, slobbering all over his white tee, and trying to tell him that you really really loved him. you'd be scooting all over his lap, trying to get closer so you could pepper kisses on his face. this he would hate the most because he had to act like a 'tough guy,' but the minute that you tried to whisper in his ear, he would groan and try not to kiss you. you'd get more impatient yk, because you loved him so much.

at a certain point of this party you would just hop on his lap, dainty and blinking up to him. lets be honest you'd try to bite his arm, and then promptly fall asleep. all the guys would make fun of him, and lets be honest a grumpy rafe with you sprawled all over his lap was a sight to see.

at this point, he would tell everyone that he was going to come back to drag you to bed, shoving your jaw open to make you swallow the pill, as you moaned about how mean he was. he's annoyed at this point, because all of his friends saw how misbehaved you were, and we all know that rafe thinks it reflects how whipped he is for you. he can hear their whispers saying how dumb he was for letting his girl run wild.

he's tell you to shut up, hand snaking around your shoulders, "shut up before i make you shut up." he'd spit out, and then tuck you into bed at gently as he could trying not to look at the way your eyes welled up with tears, as you pouted at him, trembling at you held out to the sheets of the bed. and after that he'd get back down to the party, listening to the guys joke around.

at one point he would let out a deep breath, knowing you were safe and sound in your bed. but of course, of course you came back down later on at the night. this time you were in your scanty pyjamas, where he was 100% sure you were not wearing panties as he huffed when you came down. you'd almost slipped on your way down, whimpering for rafe.

the minute you saw him, you jumped into his arms, as he clenched his jaw. "what is it?" he tried to say gently but it came out so roughly, you shivered. "what is it?"

"didn't like sleeping alone. i can't take it. there was this guy in our bed," you whimpered out, "he was watching me, i swear rafe. it was so scary and he was petting my head."

that caught his attention, turning around to check who was there. "what the fuck did you say?" he hisses out, before you flinch, and step away from him. "what did he look like?" you close your eyes, and shook your head, confused.

"don't know who he was, i got out of bed and ran. think he was wearing a brown shirt, and the cowboy hat"

at this point rafe is about to burst a vien as he closes his eyes. "alright, how about we end this party 'yea?" he murmured, and pushes your trembling figure into his hands, possessively placing his hand on that small part of your back.

by the end of the night, the two of you are huddled in bed, as you sleepily drool in his tight embrace. he can't help but feel confused at your previous statement, thinking about the creep in your bed. suddenly your small hand reaches out to touch his stubble, and he looks down at you pawing at his chest. you let out a small yelp, giving him a sweet drowsy smile.

"rafe, i wanna tell you a secret," you whisper, before pushing up in the bed to reach his ear. rafe groans before lowering himself, muttering something under his breath. you giggle softly, before giving him a little kiss on his neck.

"there was no one rafe. i lied. just wanted you in bed, and those awful people to go away. 'm sorry" you whisper painstakingly, "don't be mad please."

somehow he isn't mad, and instead he gently tells you to shut your eyes, and go to sleep.

he'll deal with your bratty behavior later.

[ruggiesbiologicalfather]

What The NRC Boys Wanted To Be When They Grow Up (circa 4 years old)

Heartslabyul:

Riddle - obviously when you ask, he's going to tell you he wants to be a doctor. every christmas and birthday, he gets a doctor kit. and he likes them! but... if you ask him on a warm afternoon during his free time between the thousand things on his tiny shoulders... he'll tell you he wants to be a painter

Ace - astronaut. hands down. he 100% had those little glow in the dark star stickers on his ceiling and he didn't take them down until high school. on his fourth birthday, his parents got him an astronaut helmet and it was practically welded to his head by the time he turned five. little man yearned for the stars

Deuce - race car driver. he was born with the need to go fast. he would beg his mom to let him watch races on tv and stare with an open mouth as the drivers went around and around and around. he was a big fan of taking big cardboard boxes and running around the yard with them like they were race cars

Trey - dentist. he was an anomaly when he was little: a kid who wasn't afraid of the dentist. he loved going. as a matter of fact, he would often make his friends (mainly chenya) play dentist with him and not understand why they wouldn't let him put his pretend tools in their mouth.

Cater - he desperately wanted to be hannah montana. not like a singer or a dancer, no... hannah montana SPECIFICALLY. the wig, the microphone, everything. he had three hannah montana themed birthday parties in a row

Savanaclaw:

Leona: he could never give an answer when someone asked him what he wanted to be. he knew from a very young age that he couldn't really be whatever he wanted. not in a way that means anything. he wanted to be the king like his daddy, but it was always made clear to him that he could only dream of that. so he just played games and looked at the stars and didn't think of what he wanted to be, just who he was right then. and right then, he was the chess champion of the kingscholar bloodline

Ruggie - cowboy! honestly, he still kind of wants to be a cowboy. he wanted a horse and some cows and a big pasture - the whole nine yards. he never actually got to ride a horse, they were far too expensive, but he would still beg his mom for a cowboy hat and a pair of boots. he got them both when he turned nine and was so excited, he slept with them on. he didn't care that the hat squished his ears and the boots were a little scuffed. he wore them until the soles became more hole than rubber. he still has the hat tucked away in his closet. just in case...

Jack - classic firefighter kid. one day in preschool, a fire truck came to visit in the parking lot, and he was so shocked that he couldn't say a word. the firefighter let the kids sit in the truck and his teacher literally had to pry him out of the seat when they were done, and he cried all the way back to the classroom. the firefighters still made sure he got one of those flimsy plastic hats and a golden sticker of a badge. he thought firefighters were heroes. he still does

Octavinelle:

Azul - scientist. any kind of scientist. he wanted to have a big lab of his own where he could mix up all kinds of chemicals and just... see what happens. obviously at that age, he had very little idea of what scientists actually do but he knew it was the place for him

Jade - he managed to sneak a peek at the original karate kid movie and his life radically changed. from that moment on, he knew he was going to grow up to be a ninja. unfortunately for everyone else involved, this meant he was going to spend years coming up with elaborate plans to sneak up on and attack his brother. his parents quickly became used to the sound of loud, crashing scraps from all corners of the house. but they weren't worried. floyd could handle his own

Floyd - if you try to ask this kid what he wants to be when he grows up and he'll look you dead in the face, say "bagel" and return to his toys. whatever kid

Scarabia:

Kalim - he didn't want to be anything when he grew up, but he wanted to do everything. he didn't want to have a job. in fact, he was never actually told he could do that. instead, he wanted to experience all the joys of life. he wanted to paint and dance and sing and write poems and raise sheep and sail in the ocean and grow figs and play drums and everything

Jamil - this boy practically came out of the womb dancing. he wanted to dance every moment of every day. when there was no one around to play music or kalim was too busy to sing, he would hum little tunes to himself just to have something to move to. he wanted to be one of those dancers who performed all over the world and were applauded with showers of flower petals. he quickly learned that his dream was far from reality. but he kept tapping his toes while he worked

Pomfiore:

Vil - princess. there's no way this boy did not dream of growing up to be a princess. he was obsessed with all things gaudy and sparkly and would try on every single costume available to him. he rarely went to preschool without some sort of mismatched getup on. but his dad didn't care. you can only be this young for so long. so what if his boy wore a crown to school? no one would dare say anything about it, lest they feel the wrath of the schoenheits. vil wouldn't accept any comments that weren't compliments. snide remarks were met with an impressive eyeroll and a flick of his sparkly cape. after all, a princess didn't care what commoners thought

Rook - garbage truck driver. his rich-ass parents were FLOORED when he said this the first time. "honey, don't you want to do something... bigger? like you could run the whole garbage company and make a whole lot of money!" "no! i wanna ride on the back of the truck!" no one could persuade him to dream of anything else. he is immune to your classist ideologies. viva la garbage man!

Epel - he wants to be a vet but SPECIFICALLY a horse vet. like if you mention him wanting to be a vet, he will correct you. the horses around his hometown captivated him and he wanted to be around them all the time. when he was tiny, he would weave around their legs in the pastures and give his family heart attacks. he just loved them so much and they loved him too

Ignihyde:

Idia - he saw sonic the hedgehog once and decided he was going to be dr robotnik. his parents could not decipher why, and they quickly stopped trying to

Ortho - even when he was really little, he wanted to be a teacher. he would line up all his toys and tell them about everything he was learning in preschool. sometimes, the lessons were wrong and idia would pop in to correct him. but that made him mad. he was the teacher not idia! after all, what did idia know that he didn't?

Diasomnia:

Sebek - a swordsmith. not a blacksmith who makes all sorts of things, specifically a swordsmith. he wanted to swing a great big hammer around and make huge, fancy swords. he was often shooed away from the forges and told to stop bothering the craftsmen. but he wasn't trying to bother them, he just wanted to get as close as he could and maybe they would let him hold one when they were done

Silver - he didn't have many ambitions he would admit to. he was a shy kid and didn't like feeling interrogated. but he liked to watch his father play the lyre especially when it was dark and the fire was warm and he was feeling sleepy. lilia always said when he was big enough to hold the instrument, he would teach him to play. maybe it would be fun...

Lilia - he wanted to be a witch. [i hear you saying, "but Ruggie's Biological Father, they're mages so he's already a witch" and i say to you... Wrong]. he didn't just want to cast spells. he wanted a pointy hat and a giant robe and a frog for a friend. once, his mom walked into his room to discover he had her largest cooking pot filled to the brim with no less than nine mystery substances. and it was somehow smoking...

Malleus - being a precocious little boy, he always told people he was going to be a geologist. but he didn't really know what that meant, only that it had to do with rocks which he liked. his dream job was actually wandering around and stuffing his pockets full of rocks. it became a nightly occurrence before bathtime for malleus to stand in front of the bathtub with both arms out to the side and let lilia empty all of his pockets and sleeves and boots. he would laugh loudly as the pile of random stones became a mountain at his feet. lilia would always chuckle, plunk him in the tub, and say "there, now you won't drown"

[buddierecs]

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[mythals-whore]

Facts about Davrin that are my headcanon but are Just True:

He is so into this monster manual that if you ask him about anything related to it you are trapped for at least 45 minutes while he yaps to you about his personal anecdote and what all those other bastards got wrong in their monster manuals

He is a huge nerd

He is a polyglot, totally has a working knowledge of at least five languages (common, Elvhen, Dwarvish, Orlesian, Tevene)

He smells like wood/sawdust (choose whatever wood you feel, but this is true.)

Grew up really scrawny so as soon as he got hot he became a slut. Just absolutely giving it away (and i love that for him)

He is a munch

Likes whiskey (idk he has a cowboy vibe to him, this is just True)

More likely to call a romanced Rook “sweetheart” or “baby” than vhenan.

Makes his bed every morning

Can draw! Mostly sketches, mostly of monsters/animals but could definitely draw other things/learn to paint if he tried.

Is very patient*

*and therefore good with children, but for a very long time after VG says “Assan is more than enough trouble” if you ask him

Doesn’t care much about an official ‘marriage’ but more so because he feels very dedicated to a partner already and doesn’t need the ceremony for it to feel official**

**but if its important to his partner he would absolutely go all out

Snores, but denies it.

Is bad at Wicked Grace but only because he pouts when he gets a really bad hand (he does not know he does this but literally everyone else does)

Has the Thedas equivalent to a burn book with the names of all those monster manual guys he hates, anyone who ever tried to rip him off, and anyone who ever called him knife-ear/rabbit/etc. This man holds a grudge. He will remember the face, the name and the offense.

Big history buff!!

Reads a lot but doesn’t join the book club bc he’s a big non-fiction guy. He’s out here reading the Thedas equivalent to a WWII Biographies/Nature Guides/encyclopedias

Ribs you when training to get a rise out of you

Ribs you in general to get a rise out of you

Is a picky eater (hates broccoli, probably weird about olives) but will eat it anyway.

Was closer to his mom than his dad

Disorganized organization—there is clutter around his room but he knows where everything is

Always gives gold to beggars

Has a massive—

Stares at aromanced Rook’s ass every time they turn around (the glances are decidedly NOT small)

Knows how to cut his own hair/patch his own clothes

Talks you through it

Early riser—if nightmares/Assan wakes him up, he’s up. Does not understand the concept of “sleeping in” (he will happily stay in bed to do other activities)

Has a good singing voice but will not do it for anyone except Assan. And possibly a romanced Rook. Eventually. Maybe.

Makes a quill out of one of Assan’s feathers but swears its for practicality (it is 100% sentimental, he has plenty of other quills)

Okay that feels like a lot. Please feel free to reblog/come to the replies with your Davrin truths(:

[tightjeansjavi]

Hi!! Love your writing!! Can you write a cowboy fetish joel miller with boot riding 🥺🥺

Hi nonnie! Thank you for sending this in! It scratched my brain just ✨right✨ and I hope it does the same for you! I couldn’t just do some boot ridin’ without some plot ;) enjoy 🤠

Dinner & Diatribes

~word count: 3.7k~

Pairing | Cowboy/bounty hunter! Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: you’re the kind of love that Joel Miller has been dreaming of all his life

Warnings: smut,fluff, angst, cowboy in shining armor vibes, unprotected piv, boot ridin! dick slingin, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, implied age gap, dom/sub vibes, sir/mister kink, implied abuse (not by Joel) Joel is a bounty hunter during the Wild West, reader is a runaway bride wanted for murdering three men, filthy language, pining, protective! Joel, assumed unrequited love, swearing, AU that might not 100% be historically accurate but I tried! reader has no physical descriptions such a skin tone or body type, readers nickname is Chickadee, +18 minors dni! Let me know if I missed anything!

Joel Miller knows that keeping a bounty for himself ain’t the way to go about things..he knows that there’s consequences for his actions, an imminent problem would surely arise if he didn’t bring you back to the town you fled from. Wanted for the murders of three men. A wild untamable thing on the run is how the sheriff described you to Joel. And the most important detail of all; I don’t care if you bring her back alive, or in pieces.

And then Joel found you, tracked your trails for miles and miles through the barren rough terrain of the Wild West. You didn’t even put up a fight when you heard the distinct sound of thundering hooves drawing nearer and nearer. You were exhausted, dehydrated, and on the verge of collapsing to the dusty earth while vultures circled ahead.

This didn’t mean you gave up entirely when Joel Miller had you circled, cornered and lasso at the ready. That’s when he took notice of your state, your attire. A once glittering wedding dress now hanging on by threads of shredded fabric. The bottom tooled fabric was now a dirty sand color, blending in with the dirt. Remnants of your eye makeup cracked and stained beneath your eyes and cheekbones that were once painted in a pretty pigment.

He watched from the saddle of his horse as you sank down to your knees, awaiting your inevitable fate to be delivered. “Have you come to turn me in, Mister?”

His head cocked to the side, eyes studying your vulnerable form intently. You couldn’t see his face as it was obstructed from your view with a tied bandana, but even from where you sat on your knees, you could see that his eyes were a deep shade of brown, dark and mysterious.

He dismounted his horse swiftly, silently, boots tearing up dusty patches of earth with each heavy step he took. The spurs on the back of his boots chimed through the air as he stopped in front of you. His broad frame casted a shadow over your kneeling form. His hands were encased in worn leather, and he smelled of tobacco smoke, saddle soap, and musk.

He crouched down, hat tipping forward while one leather clad hand reached for your jaw, thumb brushing across your skin as he tilted it upwards, forcing you to look into his eyes. He saw your grime and dried blood stained face up close. Your eyes flickered nervously as he turned your head to the side.

“Ain’t you gonna get on with it and turn me in? What’re you draggin’ this out for, huh? You caught me, mister. Go and collect your fuckin’ reward.” You spat defiantly into the dirt, a glob of salvia landing on the toe of his boot.

His grip tightened around your chin, jaw ticking sharp like a knife, eyes narrowing in on your face and the subtle wobble of your severely cracked and dry lower lip.

“What happened to you?” He finally spoke. His voice reminded you of fire crackling, ominous thunder and heavy rain. Thick, gravelly, deeper than the Grand Canyon itself.

“What’s it matter if I tell ya, huh? You gonna take pity on me or somethin’ mister?”

He was silent again, appearing deep in thought as he continued to study your face, searching through the grime and dirt for any clues..then, he saw it; The eyes of someone that suffered abuse. His grip around your chin softened

“Stand up.” He commanded.

You struggled to your feet, confusion etched in your features, the obvious sway in your step before two strong hands grabbed your shoulders to steady you.

“We’ll have to move fast.”

“What’re you—” You were still confused, head spinning from his words and malnourishment.

“I don’t turn in folks that killed outta self defense, Chickadee. And certainly not a woman that killed her abusers.” He gave you a curt, tight nod. “Better you than I cause I woulda tied those sons a bitches up and dragged them through the fuckin’ desert.” He rasped.

“You’re..not turnin’ me in?”

“No. Ain’t morally right for me t’do so.” He said softly.

And that’s how you ended up riding through the countryside with Joel Miller to protect you. You’d patch up his shiners, his wounds, keep his belly full with hearty stews that kept him strong and alert. You’d clean his gun, shine his leather till you could see your reflection in the fabric. And in return, he protected you. He never asked for any sexual favors, or for your hand. He viewed you as his equal, his partner.

It hurt sometimes, to flirt with the man you owed your life to and for him to brush your attempts off everytime. As if you were a pesky horsefly, or insignificant gnat. Yet, you couldn’t help it. Joel was handsome, ruggedly so and you’d often find yourself fantasizing about kissing him, feeling his fingers touch you in places you craved to be touched in. To feel his caress on your skin, the bite of his leather, the scrape of his scruffy beard. The stretch of his cock inside of your wet cunt.

You were driving yourself mad with want for a man that didn’t want you back, or so you assumed that was to be the case.

That couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Joel Miller was on the edge to finally just give in when he caught you one night with your skirts hiked above your thighs with your boot clad feet firmly planted in the dirt. Under the pale glow of the moonlight above, and the glittery shining stars, he could see your hand between your thighs, touching yourself and moaning his name.

It felt wrong to watch you, to invade your privacy and your modesty. But he’d be damned if he’d go another night without feeling the hug of your pussy around his aching cock. Or to feel the taste of your kissable lips on his tongue. Damned. Damned. Damned. Fuck, he couldn’t survive another second without knowing what it was like to be loved by you.

For years he had pushed you away despite knowing the pain it caused both you and him. A man could only last so long pretending to not love a woman that he’d throw his life down for in a heartbeat. That’s the kinda love Joel Miller had been dreaming of all his life.

Your head snapped at the sound of a twig snapping behind you as your hand stilled between your thighs. Your heartbeat rattled wildly in your rib cage at the fear and excitement of being caught.

Oh, please. Please let tonight be the night.

“Don’t stop on my account, Chickadee.” He drawled deeply before stepping closer to where you sat.

The heat rushed to your cheeks like a wildfire spreading, your stomach clenched inwards as you began to touch yourself once more, eyes staying locked on his own.

When he was close enough, you used his shins for support as you rubbed your swollen clit in tight, fast circles.

“No.” He shook his head. “Slower. Take your time, darlin.’ There ain’t no rush. Let me see you.” He rasped, before slowly sinking into the dirt behind you. His strong thighs corralled your own almost possessively as his hands gently grasped the hem of your skirts, pulling them up higher. You felt the brush of his beard against your cheek when his chin came to rest along your shoulder. “Nice and slow for me.”

“I’m—sorry, Joel.” You whispered ashamedly through the cool darkness of the desert night. You slowed your fingers, dragging them through the building slick that pooled between the seam of your cunt.

“Sorry for what, Chickadee? Sorry for touchin’ yourself? For moanin’ my name? Why would you be sorry for that?..” His deep tone sent sparks flying through your body as you leaned back into his strong chest.

“Because—you don’t want me, and this is wrong for me to do. To touch myself and moan a man’s name that doesn’t desire me the way I desire him.” A whimper was clawing up your throat, begging to be released, but you wouldn’t allow it.

He dropped the fabric of your skirts briefly only to dip his hand between your thighs and place his massive palm over the top of your hand, guiding your fingers over your clit once more. “This man desires you plenty, Chickadee. I was only tryin’ to protect your modesty..and our hearts.” He whispered against your ear, lips ghosting across your exposed skin. “Been wantin’ to love you all these years we’ve spent together.” He admitted. “I’m a terrible, rotten man for keepin’ you starved this long..” he trailed off, pressing open mouthed kisses at the spot where your jaw met your neck. “M’sorry.”

Those were the last words you ever expected a fucking bounty hunter to whisper..let alone to you?

A shuddered breath slipped past your parted lips, just for him. Your head lolled to the side, granting him easier access as your lashes fluttered shut. “I’ve felt like..such a fool, Joel. A dirty little fool for a bounty hunter.” You took your lower lip between your teeth, biting down harshly and drawing blood to the surface. You let him take full control of your hand, letting him guide and manipulate your fingers to play with yourself just right.

“Shh..I know now, Chickadee. M’sorry, truly. But I’m here now, ain’t I? M’here. Here forever if you’ll have me. I understand if I've bruised and neglected your heart far too many times..I can accept your rejection if it is coming.”

You could detect the edge of sadness in his tone, the acceptance already settling into his bones and heart.

“Joel, please kiss me.” You nearly begged him, dying to finally know what his lips would feel like on your own.

“Why didn’t ya just say that sooner, Chickadee.” He chuckled. “I wish ya woulda just grabbed me by the breeches years ago and knocked some sense into my thick skull. Woulda taken your ache away a long time ago, darlin.’” He said in a hushed whisper. “But I know you were afraid..can’t blame ya for that. Not really. ‘Specially since I ain’t the nicest of men to come by.”

He was taking too long, and you were an impatient woman.

“Joel.” You huffed, fighting the urge to curse him out before you decided to take matters into your own hands, finally. Tomorrow was never promised, not when you and Joel were constantly on the run.

He kept rambling on until he felt the soft touch of your fingertips brushing against the patches in his scruffy beard and the magnetic pull drawing him in closer, closer till he could taste your mingled breath on his lips.

Here in the middle of the desert, with nothing but the moon and stars as a source of light, you finally knew what it was like to kiss Joel Miller. You learned his lips quickly, liking that they were both soft and a bit chapped. As you licked slowly into one another’s mouths you could taste the faint remnants of tobacco on his tongue. It was a bruising kiss, one that both ignited the fire deep within you, and sent a delicious tingle curving down your spine.

So, this is what the girls back home were all talking about. Being kissed by a real man.

And then you found yourself straddling him in the dirt, saying fuck all to your modesty because you had never wanted a man more than you did now. And you wished that your mother could see you now. To see what her perfect little daughter had turned into.

Fuck you, mother. Fuck you for forcing me to marry that monster.

Joel brought you back down to earth with both his lips and his words tattooed on your skin. He caged you with his body, acting as a shield from the chilly night ear that sent goosebumps rising.

He worked your blouse open, growing more frustrated by the minute when the clasps wouldn’t automatically give. He was desperate to feel more of you, all of you because he knew then that you were his, and he was yours. And if you’d end up being the death of him, so be it. At least he could go out being loved rather than unloved.

“You gonna fuck me now, mister? Gonna take what belongs to you, Joel?” You mumbled against his lips in a chasing kiss, growing more desperate as the seconds ticked by.

“Gonna do more than that, Chickadee.” He rasped. This was a promise, and a man such as Joel always kept his promises.

The howl of a Coyote far off in the distant sent uneasy nerves rolling through you, because the realization hit you then that you and Joel were out in the fucking wilderness, and you suddenly felt bare and exposed.

“Jus’ a coyote, doll. He’s singin’ to the moon. We’re safe here, I promise. Ain’t ever gonna let somethin’ happen to you again, Chickadee.” His strong calloused, yet gentle hands came to cup for your face. His deep brown eyes met yours through the pale glow of the moonlight casted over your faces. “I swear on my life, you will always be safe with me.”

and while the lone coyote sang his song to the moon, Joel Miller had you singing your own song, just for his ears too.

After that night spent together, you never had a night where you slept alone. Joel was always there. Holding you, kissing you, fucking you into a blissful state.

He still feared for your safety, and you feared for his. This would never change, but you refused to live in fear for the rest of your life.

It was a boiling hot day under the blazing desert sun. You and Joel were moving west towards California. Hearing about the gold rush there sounded like as good of an opportunity as any. Not even just for the gold, but the prospects of a new life. Joel had dreams of owning a ranch, sheep specifically and living out his days with you by his side.

“Come join me for a swim, cowboy.” You were sitting side by side under the one single tree along the river's edge. Your two horses were drinking their fill after traveling for days in these conditions.

Your cowboy had his arms crossed behind his head, biceps bulging under the thin fabric of his shirt. His hat was tipped down over his head. You only witnessed Joel being fully relaxed on a few occasions where he would let his guard down for just mere minutes.

“Mmm. That’s alright, doll. Y’go on and enjoy yourself.” He said with a lazy sigh.

“Just a quick one together? Please?” You reached over and gently lifted the brim of his hat just enough so you could see his closed eyes.”

“Chickadee..” he said in a low warning tone, peeking one eye open to look up at you before he shut it once more.

“You’re no fun.” You huffed while releasing your gentle grip on his hat.

“M’plenty fun, doll. I gotta keep watch, anyway. Can’t do that if I’m stark naked in the river with ya. What if someone tries to sneak up? Won’t have my gun at arms reach.” He sighed.

“I know, Joel.”

Maybe when we get to California..he won’t have to worry about all of that.

He sat up turning his body to face you before his palm came to rest upon your cheek in a gentle caress. His thumb brushed across your lower lip, tugging it down gently before he leaned in and kissed you sweetly. “Now go on and cool off, Chickadee.”

You kissed him back with the same amount of sweetness before you pulled away and gave his nose a light boop. His face scrunched inwards before he reached around and gave your ass a light and playful swat that sent you giggling as you rose to your feet.

You shot him a seductive wink before you raced down to the river's edge, kicking up a cloud of dirt with your boots.

Joel watched from afar with a hooded gaze as you stripped down from your skirts and blouse followed by your unlaced boots. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself when your one boot wouldn’t give right away and you nearly tripped before finally getting it off. He kept watch as you dove into the crystal clear waters and reameraged moments later.

He reached into his pack, pulling out an apple and pocket knife while you splashed around like a kid on Christmas. He cut off a small slice before biting it off on the edge of the knife, chewing thoughtfully as he leaned back against the sturdy tree.

When we get to California..I’m going to marry her.

He didn’t want to end your fun so soon..but it was time to get moving again. He brought his thumb and forefinger into his mouth, whistling to let you know that it was time to pack up.

You had been floating peacefully on your back with your eyes closed when you heard his whistle that immediately tore you from your daydream state.

He was just about to stand up from where he was resting against the tree when you emerged from the river. You reminded him of a goddess. Bare, beautiful, skin sprinkled in water droplets that were kissed by the sun. You looked unreal, and he was the luckiest man alive.

“C’mon, Chickadee. We gotta head out.” He called for you when you were within earshot.

“I’m coming!” You bent down to gather up your clothes before the idea struck you. “Can I dry off first, please?”

He let out a grumbled sigh before he ultimately nodded his head in agreement. A few more minutes couldn’t hurt..

“Jus’ till ya dry off, doll.”

With your clothes and boots gathered up in your bare arms, you approached him casually, setting everything down on your nearby saddle while he watched you with piqued curiosity.

“I was thinking about you out there..laying on my back and feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin..” you trailed off.

“Is that so? Hmm..what were you thinkin’ about, Chickadee?” His eyes slowly trailed down your bare body. From the swell of your breasts, down your tummy and thighs and what lay between them.

“Want to take a guess, cowboy?” You asked teasingly.

His brow raised as a grin tugged along the corner of his lips. A game is what you were playing, and he was the willing participant.

“Based on your tone, I’m gonna guess it’s got somethin’ to do with..my cock?” He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner while his hand casually came to rest between his own thighs. Oh, he was playing alright.

“Mmm..perhaps I was thinkin’ of ridin’ your cock right under the shade of this tree..but that would be too obvious, Joel.” Your eyes drifted down to where his hand was before the traveled down the expanse of his strong thighs and ending at the toe of his leather boots.

He caught onto your drift almost immediately and you saw his pupils begin to darken. “Y’wanna ride my boot? Is’that it? Well, ain’t you a filthy thing, Chickadee. You wanna get ‘em all shined up for me? Drag that sweet cunt of yours over them?”

His eyes stayed locked on yours in a challenging stare while he palmed himself through his pants to relieve the growing tension.

“I do, sir. I really, really, really want to ride your boot.” You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks because never in your wildest dreams did you expect to take part in debauchery such as this.

“On your knees then, girl. Kiss ‘em for me.” He fell right into character with a flip of a switch.

You found yourself lowering onto your knees without a care in the world about the dirt while you bent down over his boots, pressing a kiss to the leather, dragging your tongue down the stitched seam.

“That’s it, doll. Get ‘em nice and shined up for me.” He said while popping the button on his pants open and pulling his cock free from the confines.

“You gonna touch yourself while I ride your boot, mister?” You were sitting upright again before you crawled closer, letting your hands rest along his thighs as you positioned yourself right above his left boot. The imprint of your kiss had already begun to dry from the scorching heat.

“Yeah, doll. I’m gonna fist my cock while you ride my boot like the dirty Chickadee that you are.” He spat into his palm before he wrapped his fist around the base of his cock just as you lowered yourself over the expanse of his boot, taking your lip between your teeth when you dragged your clit right across the smooth leather.

“Fuuck me. Ain’t that a sight. Look at you, fuckin’ filthy girl. S’feel good, Chickadee?”

You rolled your hips forward slowly at the rate that he was pumping his fist. A soft whimper slipped past your lips while your eyes stayed locked on his.

“Feels so good, mister. So—so good.” You moaned freely with each steady roll of your hips, chasing that high. Nothing would ever compare to Joel’s cock. You knew this, he knew this, and you also were aware that this little game would only last so long.

And then he watched you lose yourself completely on his boot with each roll and grind of your hips against the dampened leather. Crying out his name, nails digging into his covered thighs, head thrown back, tears nearly flooding your eyes.

He had the same sense of urgency and realization that nothing would ever compare to the warm hug of your pussy around his cock. That’s when the game ended as his strong arms came to lift you into his lap by your thighs. His lips met yours in a bruising kiss filled with intermingled moans and teeth clashing together when he finally slipped into your warmth.

California could wait a little longer, he wanted to savor this moment for as long as it lasted because now he had the love that he had been dreaming of all his life. Right here in his arms, cock buried to the hilt under the shade of this very tree. Right here with his Chickadee.

That’s the kinda love I’ve been dreaming of

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[chukys-mouthguard]

what are the odds? | part 4

matt rempe x female reader; featuring numerous side characters

social media au!

part 3

your.name.here

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your.name.here who let this Ranger step into Flames territory?

user30458 SHUT UP

user30458 HARD LAUNCH?!

-> user10295 wake up y’all she dropped a bomb for us today

-> user30458 I’m SCREAMING! Does this confirm they are a thing??

-> user50274 i still don’t understand them NOT tagging each other like why??

alleyrempe rain or shine we stampede 🤠

-> your.name.here benefit of the rain, no long lines 😂

-> alleyrempe not a benefit of the rain, everything else 😂

addison.clark country cuties 🥰

-> mattrempe she thinks my tractor’s sexy 😏

-> your.name.here absolutely not

-> mattrempe okay fine, just me, she thinks I’m sexy

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user30289 i was at stampede too! Wish i could’ve met you!

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user50389 i met you all at that concert!! I had the pink sparkly boots you said you wanted to steal 🙈

-> your.name.here on my gosh hi!! So good to meet you, and I still 100% want to steal those boots 👀

-> user50389 matt made me send him the link to buy them 🙊

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-> your.name.here knowing him he will forget…send it to me please?? 🫶🏼

mattrempe a lot of horses were saved this weekend

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your.name.here matthew rempe your sister is in these comments

-> mattrempe and she was also at stampede…

-> alleyrempe please don’t remind me 🙉

user53058 matt is getting bold in these comments 😂

-> user52048 but they keep deleting anything that could out them so it doesn’t make sense??

-> user42937 can you guys just accept that maybe they want a little privacy? Lol

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tybauer_ am i ever getting my hat back from you???

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mattrempe calgary cowboy 🤠

user31048 not him using the nickname she literally called him in her post 😭🫶🏼

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alleyrempe i love that you conveniently left out the video we got of you line dancing

-> mattrempe yeah i conveniently forgot to post that, oh well

-> alleyrempe pretty sure i have it somewhere 🤔

-> mattrempe I’m gonna kill ty for sending that to you

-> tybauer_ she’s very persuasive dude 🫣

user30549 i need matt to wear blue jeans and a cowboy hat for the rest of his life 😍

-> your.name.here same! 🙊

tybauer_ thanks for the love with the last pic bro 🫶🏼

-> mattrempe should’ve changed it since you sent blackmail worthy videos to alley 🙄

-> tybauer_ relax, she wouldn’t dare

-> mattrempe have you met alley? 😂

your.name.here country boy i love youuuu 😜

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your.name.here calgary cowboy needs a calgary cowgirl

-> mattrempe sorry, I’ve already got one little lady

-> your.name.here 😭😭😭

francesca.kreider can these calgary cuties come back to nyc already???

-> addison.clark i second that!

-> your.name.here I’ll be back soon, this town ain’t big enough for the two of us 🤪🤠

[mariamariquinha]

I saw a post on Instagram, well before the Superbowl, that involved Beyoncé and Kendrick Lamar's positions in the music industry. Furthermore, it was said that their activism was biased, since they profited a lot from these statements (or manifestos).

I'm a big fan of Beyoncé; even though I'm not 100% into the world of rap, Kendrick is one of my favourites. Maybe what I reflect here comes a little from an opinion built based on my personal taste, but I understand that beyond whether we like their music or not, they have an impact, and that's what I wanted to say.

Two things happened in these two weeks: Beyoncé won the first AOTY of her career with Cowboy Carter and Kendrick Lamar performed at the Superbowl. Let's start with Beyoncé.

Beyoncé has had COUNTLESS valid AOTY albums (ESPECIALLY Lemonade, sorry Adele), and she is the BIGGEST Grammy WINNER IN HISTORY. Like it or hate it, she is THE INDUSTRY. She made it. And she deserves it.

I saw people saying that she didn't deserve it because Billie Eilish deserved more. This always happens, but when people justify this discontent, you hear things like 'lyricism' or 'impact on the charts', which are valid arguments, but when we're talking about Album of the Year, shouldn't we also think about the social impact that this work has? Guys, I loved Billie's album, but it wasn't AOTY material with Cowboy Carter on the way.

CMAs

In 2016, in the midst of promoting Lemonade, she performed with the Dixies at the CMAs. Do you know what happened? In addition to her being boycotted (with her performance excluded from the awards platforms), SEVERAL country artists were visibly uncomfortable with her presence there, singing an AUTHORAL country song, with the, so to speak, 'personas non gratas' of the country industry.

This influenced the acts she is currently doing. Beyoncé, with all the influence she has, could come with the speech of white people who deny the existence of racism or opine on how black people should react to racism with indifference, but she decided to show how people of color have been carrying entertainment and art on their shoulders, and how the boycott at the CMAs only reinforced that 'veiled' r*cist artists were bothered by people of color who claim authorship of their own culture; then, they are a threat.

She made a country album. In references, Linda Martell, Chuck Berry, Willie Nelson, Dolly Parton, Sister Rosetta Tharpe and, among other people, black country artists who are new to the scene. Do you know the social impact of this? Do you understand that, no matter how many years pass, Beyoncé will also be remembered for using her influence to raise an issue that she might otherwise have been indifferent about (because she has money, success and people love her), and winning a Grammy for a mostly white and biased genre?

I think my point is clear. I love Billie and I think she's a great artist, but in the current context, in the middle of 2025, there was someone putting uncomfortable things in the light, and that person was Beyoncé.

Now, let's go over Kendrick.

2024 was a year in which he was on the top, among other things, for his beef with Drake. Look, I'm not even going to get into the merits of the diss, I never liked Drake (Brazilians in particular have some problems with him) and I've always really admired Kendrick as an artist, so I don't especially want to talk about how he just massacred Drake's reputation and career: everyone knows that.

Again, he could focus the entire intention of that Superbowl on the fight, and gain more prominence beyond the Grammys he won in relation to it. He did that too. Heavens, it was divine. But he (and his team) looked at the guest list in the VIP area, and focused on the type of person on one of the teams competing in that championship (I don't know a thing about that sport, but imagine my lack of surprise when I discovered the character of certain… names from that institution), and said "we should address that".

Some of the biggest, most talented and successful black artists in the US was there. With what justification, full of discrimination, can people on the other side turn around and say that Kendrick is irrelevant? Or that Samuel L. Jackson isn't important? Or that, fuck, Serena Williams isn't just badass? Of course her presence at the performance had more to do with Drake, but she was there, and she embraced the message.

Kendrick looked at the face of the country, at the largest audience in America, and said: why don't you all go fuck yourselves while I rub it in your face that we made this happen? I don't use middle ground when it comes to this, and we know that fire is met with fire.

What do I mean by all this?

Distractions from our culture are welcome and help us keep going, but this is a time of revolution, and this time the right people have the right platforms. At a time of uncertainty, explicit discrimination and the rebirth of a very specific movement, having powerful voices that enhance the people's speeches is more than a nod to the struggles of the lower classes, but a poke at the higher classes.

It's about shouting out what's wrong. It's about saying 'you're an idiot who thinks you're going to win'. It's about saying that you don't hit someone thinking that they won't hit you back. It's about reinforcing how dumb, insignificant and politically limited they are, who rely on conspiracy theories versus a community that has facts and history on its side.

But more than that, we are clearly reinforced that, regardless of anything, they cannot win.

And if you still have any doubts:

[felixcosm]

I like that Mike Walters is a fuck up who's traumatized and full of bad decisions because I'm also a fuck up who's traumatized and full of bad decisions.

But the thing is, WOE.BEGONE doesn't end with Mike Walters finding the love of his life, making friends and living happily ever after like he always wants to. Because it doesn't end and his life keeps going on and keeps getting worse or getting new problems to tend to and that's just realistic.

There's no neat little bow to wrap everything up and dismiss it as "you can find your way out of any problem if you just fall in love with a cute twink and become a cowboy 👍"

He has love, he has friends, he has guidance and things still keep going wrong because that's life. There's no pretty narrative to sugarcoat it. You can have everything you could possibly want and life will still find ways to fuck you up.

Edgar is a reason for him to keep fighting (as well as his cowardice, his unwillingness to die, his fear of being alone, of getting hurt) but it isn't a cure all to all of his problems.

I like podcasts like TMA and TPP, but not all of us are going to find the love of our lives, prevail through tragedy and then die in each others arms, or fight the Big Boss Fight and then run away together or get married, settle down and live the rest of ourr lives free from horror and pain.

it's a satisfying ending to a story, but it's not a reflection of what's realistic. And of course WOE.BEGONE isn't always 100% realistic as well but it's good reprensentation of how One Big Event won't fix your life or your happiness.

For some people, it's always going to be a neverending struggle. And there might be moments of peace and moments of rest after a correction or a tragedy, but it won't last forever because whether you're an ordinary guy or a time traveler, life always finds a way to get back to you. In some form or another.

And not everyone can handle that some people just want a nice little story wrapped in a pretty bow and a "it's okay, they're happy forever now." But I don't think WOE.BEGONE is that kind of story. And I'm glad it isn't.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Alejandro balde nsfw alphabet smut

A to Z. NSFW alphabet

—Alejandro Balde.

summary: request.

warnings: YES. +18. smut, explicit content, headcanon.

A - after care (what is it like after sex?)

He's pretty quick to fall asleep, as long as he makes sure that everything is okay, that you feel good and are satisfied, he won't take long to cuddle you and fall asleep like a teddy bear.

B - body part (favorite part of your body and his)

In him, he doesn't have a favorite part because he doesn't need it. He is very sure of himself. On you, he would definitely go for your smooth ass and your contoured hips, he loves to see them move.

C - cum (anything about cumming)

Outside of you, on your belly or thighs. He likes to be dirty and mark you with his cum all over, although if you ask him to, he'll come inside you while you're on the pill or using birth control.

D - dirty secret (some dirty secret).

He would like to taste your ass if you ever let him. Maybe later on when you move forward with your relationship and you trust him 100%, he would definitely bring it to the table and tell you.

E - experience (experience in sex)

Normal experience, enough for someone his age. Oral, masturbation, fingering, foreplay, teasing and definitely the best sex.

F - favorite position (to fuck you)

As I said before, any position where I can see your ass. Doggy style, on your back, against the wall, reverse cowboy.

G - goofy (how serious is he during sex?)

He's not that serious, he likes to play with you a little more as long as you're having fun and he's not annoying. But once he has your full attention he is more serious.

H - hair (how do he/you take care of his/your privacy?)

Maybe he has a bit of hair, thinks it makes him manly and is not prejudiced about it. Much less about you, to each his/her own, whatever he/she feels comfortable and confident with.

I - intimacy (what is it like during sex?)

Wild and sloppy. Likes to do it hard and non-stop, intense and dirty. Although he can be romantic but he is not a quiet person in bed.

J - jack off (masturbation, how much do he/you masturbate?)

Yeah, maybe a little more than he'd like. He's very hormonal and young, so he doesn't have a problem with that either. He obviously prefers you but he understands that there are times when you don't want to or can't do it and he'll take care of himself.

K - kink (fetishes during sex)

Putting his fingers in your mouth is his hottest fetish. Seeing you so full with his fingers, your tongue sucking on them and your stifled moans is his favorite experience.

L - location (places to have sex)

Honestly, Alejandro would fuck you anywhere. Literally anywhere. In the room, bathroom, car, other people's house, patio, hotels, beach, pool, any place is suitable to fuck you.

M - motivation (what excites him/you?)

That you walk around the thing with no underwear on, whether it's panties or a bra, it turns him on a lot. Climbing on his thighs or fondling his chest also tends to turn him on quite a bit.

N - no (what wouldn't he do with you?)

He's quite jealous, so he would never share you with anyone else. No boy, no girl. You are his and no one else's.

O - oral (how does he like to give/receive?)

He has no problem with giving but loves your mouth too much, is obsessed with your blowjobs and definitely likes to get more from you. That's not to say he doesn't give oral to you, he's also very good with his tongue.

P - pace (how do he like to do it?)

He likes to do it hard, erratic and non-stop. He's a wild man who won't stop until he feels you deep inside him.

Q - quickie (do he like quick sex?)

He has no problem with them. In fact sometimes it really helps him release stress and if you both come, he doesn't care how long it takes.

R - risk (would he take risks? which ones?)

Definitely. Fucking you in the car, in a parking lot or public place is one of his best fantasies. He's not afraid of getting caught, they're young and everyone has done it once, they shouldn't be ashamed to love each other.

S - stamina (how long does it last during sex?)

Two to three rounds as much. When you don't see each other for a long time it could be even longer.

T - toy (use toys)

Don't usually use them but would like to implement some like handcuffs, anything that holds you for him. He doesn't think he'll be able to use anything else like dildos or vibrators, he'd feel somewhat abandoned and simply prefers to go with the normal, meaning his cock, fingers or mouth.

U - unfair (how much does he like to provoke you?)

Too much. Alejandro is a pretty playful person and likes to provoke you to the point that you end up begging for it.

V - volume (how loud is it during sex?)

He's not that loud but he does let out a moan or two from time to time. Although he does talk a lot in sex, mostly dirty.

W - wild card (small random story)

Your back slammed against the door of his apartment when you managed to get in after your outing with friends. Your boyfriend's lips kept biting and licking your neck while your mouth let out desperate moans, his hands wrapped around your round breasts squeezing them and your crotch burned. Alejandro had been teasing you all night, caressing your thighs under the table while you pretended to listen to the boys, his fingers caressed your panties and then he would pull away, cross his hands behind your leg hugging you and pulling you close to him to whisper not at all innocent things he would do to you and your core kept getting hotter. Even in the car he had tried to touch you but you had refused, telling him to turn his attention to the road.

You had finally made it home and already you wanted him to rip the dress off your body and fuck you like he should. The dress was wrapped around your belly, your breasts loose for him and your crotch naked after he ripped off your thong. His hands take your hips and he presses down on them, turning you over your body, your face is pressed against the wall and he grabs your ass, smacking hard on your cheek. A scream escapes your lips but is covered by a moan as his cock slides inside you. Deep and hard inside you. A gasp escapes Alejandro's lips when your walls receive him and squeeze inside you.

"That's it, baby. Take daddy's cock" he gasps as he begins to pound hard against your hole.

Moans become music to his ears as he pounds inside you and his hands pat your buttocks, leaving them scarred with his fingers.

X - x-ray (how big is it and how?)

BIG. It's unbelievable, like you've never seen before. Long, thick and veiny. Sometimes so big it's scary.

Y - yearning (how long can desire last?)

He is quite a sexual person so his desire is constant, so be prepared for a hot Alejandro 24/7.

Z - zzz (how is his sleep after sex?)

As I said at the beginning, he is pretty quick to fall asleep but not before he has checked you and checked that everything is ok. He likes to cuddle up behind you, smell your hair and will quickly fall asleep after his lovemaking session.

[emmedoesntdomath]

to add some lightness to my feed- top gun things! yay gay pilots!!

jake and bradley are both nfl guys. perhaps a dabble in the mlb, a glance at college sports- but the nfl, istg. jake obviously roots for the cowboys, sorry not sorry. bradley roots for the raiders. there is no explanation for this, but it’s right in my SOUL

(as an add on to the previous: have they gotten into fist fights over heated nfl debates? possibly. perchance. do they both agree that the patriots are the worst team in the league? oh, 100%. the chiefs are a very, very close second.)

pete watches the mlb, and the mlb exclusively. don’t come for me here. someone once tried to convert him to basketball in college, and then he got kicked out of the game for getting drunk and attempting to crowd-surf. baseball is the best option here for everyone.

bradley is addicted to coffee in the way that he could quit drinking it and would be fine, but would miss his mugs too much. he has a collection. it takes up an entire cabinet. once, when jake was really angry, he threatened one of the mugs. he then proceeded to sleep on the couch for the next two nights.

ice is the bitch in the front of class with the obscene highlighter collection. you know the one I’m talking about. it is crisp, it is color-coded, it is beautiful. no questions at this time.

jake is unable to call ice anything but sir. no, it is not a rule. no, he does not have any problems with mav. there’s just something specific about the way that ice gives him an unimpressed look that makes the word ‘tom’ just. freeze. in his mouth. bradley thinks it’s the funniest fucking shit.

goose was born and raised catholic. he still goes to church on days of holy obligation, but not much other than that. still, there is a worn bible in the top drawer of his dresser, and a rosary in the glove box of his car. it’s not a thing.

ice is jewish. end sentence.

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