#its MY blog and I get to POST ABOUT MY OCS if i WANT to

[limesquares]

some style tests of my guys :3

[yuukei-yikes]

dude i'm sorry for all the kanoshin posting but like the way shintaro immediately forgives kano for telling him as ayano how it was all his fault. what shintaro went through was so awful he lost all his friends and his Best friend committed suicide after apparently saying "it's YOUR fault for never noticing" like that shit does irreparable damage to ur well being bro. for all this time shintaro thought it was HIS FAULT that ayano killed herself

and when kano admits it was him who said that shintaro doesn't isolate it from everything else kano was going through at that moment, so he doesn't hold it against him and he forgives him so easily. and that bit is from shintaro's pov so when we switch back to kano and he's so guilty and sort of in disbelief shintaro doesn't hate him. sorry that entire part with kano's pov in the seventh novel reads SO extremely romantic towards shintaro it's crazy. maybe i'm just gay but "he used to smile at my sister in a different way than he'd smile for everyone else. now he's smiling at me just like that" girl. EXCUSE ME. i didnt even care about kanoshin when i first read the seventh novel btw and i was still like oh so kano's into him. got it.

like shintaro's the victim to probably the most cruel thing kano's ever done to someone and he FORGIVES HIM so for kano who hates himself it's like. something something he sees me at my worst and still has the nerve to be kind to me. something something.

and in between all that there's kido and mary like god shintaro ur so lameeee, and kano in his mind is like i think he's cool actually.... im not saying it out loud though. he's down so bad for him it's so funny because it switches from all those convoluted guilty feelings to kano sort of twiling his hair like omg he's so heroic. and it's kind of endearing

kano's crush on shintaro is infuriatingly well written it's crazy. and it's even crazier that it's by accident and then u read the stuff not written directly by jin like the anthologies and the manga and instead they go for the weird incest shit, it's so jarring lol. and i'm not saying jin intended for it to be romantic. in fact it seems to me at least like jin thinks haruka and shintaro are the gayest ones?? just from how he jokes around and stuff. but it's funny how he wrote all that for kano but NOOOO kano's like such a flirt with women he's totally a lady's man. what's REALLY gay is haruka and shintaro crying in front of each other. can u imagine, boys... crying and being vulnerable with each other... hahhh so gay!!! girl maybe but RIGHT before that u wrote haruka going on about how he realizes he's into takane romantically precisely because HE'S NOT into shintaro romantically. like it is very much a point he makes. sorry that was a side tangent. anyways.

[khaosssss]

guhhhfsjkhhjksdfehkjfhkj posting this and heading to bed i pray that it snows enough so school gets canceled i cant do this anymore /lh

[kirisclangen]

Zelda

She/her, 65 moons, cis molly

[tinyfantasminha]

👍

[dangaer]

have to admit it following that last post, if we're shipping im 9/10 times rereading the media and looking at certain parts through a ship tinted glass set. i put it on the dash sometimes rather than dms because i'm extremely nervous that i'm going to come off as too much but, you know, i'm working on that.

[frogshipping]

I'm starting to find myself more interested in Wilson again, so I might reblog more posts related to him. It feels great for my love of this character to grow again, since it was pushed down after I stopped talking to my ex-best friend.

The problem is though, that I actually ship Wilson more with a regular OC of mine than I do with a s/i. So even tho I wanna post about him more, I'm finding myself tempted to remove Wilson altogether from my f/o list. Should I ship him on this blog with my non-s/i OC here? Shoul I just remove him? Idk what to do, I'm conflicted :/

[theophexislegacy]

Hi! I'm @ophexis/@phexart and I decided to try out starting a sideblog dedicated to swtor! I want to post my OCs, maybe their stories, screenshots and whatever i feel like.

I'm still working on the blog theme and on a character page...just waiting for support to get back to me! My swtor art (mostly just shitposts so far really orz) will still be posted on my art blog but I'll probably reblog them here.

Not sure *how* much I'll be posting, but it'll be nice to just have a place to put my OCs casually.

My main is Kenth Olen on Star Forge! I play solo but if you've ever witnessed me getting stuck in a bunch of rocks on Alderaan while trying to climb a cliff, know that I am waving at you happily and also hoping you did not notice me getting stuck in scenery.

[starwhipnspin]

just learned how to use mecabricks the amount of custom minifigs imma make is gonn be absolutely disgusting

[vehemourn]

god they were right. those ocs can brainrot

[syn-odics]

i just have to face up to the fact that no one gives a shit about your OCs if you cant draw

[normalcannibalism]

ive made such a good post, probably my best post but unfortunately it is only for me. it took me 5ish hours and i feel bad posting it because it is only meant to appeal to me. Fuck

[fratboycipher]

obligatory welcome guide for redditors

A lot of the guides I've seen don't actually seem to understand how reddit works in comparison to tumblr so

your blog is basically your own small subreddit. some people curate this heavily to fit a theme, like a sub, most people don't

reblogs are culturally equivilant to upvotes but functionally equvilant to crossposting

there is an algorithm. it sucks and nobody uses it. turn it off in settings. everything is generally chronological

likes are functionally equivilant to saving a post

you've probably already seen this but change your icon and put something in your bio or people WILL assume you're a bot. personal info not required

generally, anything you would put as a comment on a thread should go in the tags or the replies of a post. only add comments in reblogs if you want it to become part of the base post

tags are mostly equivilant to flairs, used for organization and commentary

your dashboard is an aggregation of everyone you follow

there is an r/all equivilant(trending page) but it sucks and nobody uses it

our search also sucks. your best bet is using tumblr.com/tagged/[TAG] and not /search

there are no mods

by extension, reporting something doesn't put it in front of the mods, it sends it to staff, who may or may not do anything(usually they don't)

there is no karma, there are no karma limits. anyone can reblog anything, comment/reply to anything, or post in any tag

"reposting"(reblogging) old content doesn't matter. people can and will reblog the same post multiple times, including in a row

CAVEAT. reposting someones art(NOT reblogging, making a new post) is a dick move. i know this is commonplace on fandom subs but its not necessary here. everything you post should be [OC] unless you are reblogging. or posting shitty memes

we have our own sitelore, you'll pick it up

(though im not opposed to bringing some over from reddit)

our app also sucks. we do not have third party apps and any that claim to be are scams. sorry

for desktop, most people use the XKit Rewritten extension for QoL improvements and to revert shitty aesthetic updates, much like old.reddit

we have no idea where the porn rules are at either. add a mature content flag to anything you'd get fired for looking at at work, that's about it

finally, from the bottom of my heart, fuck u/spez

[dizzybizz]

hai here is a sketch dump with too many fandoms :) sorry about the ungodly amount of men here i have been going through it and by it i mean gay

ok wait i ran out of tags??? it wont let me tag them all😭😭😭 im gonna have to be sparing with them uhh i guess i will have to ramble under the cut then cus i like rambling in my tags but i cant with this one 😭

(ok im back from the ramble: it is way too long.... proceed forward if you want to see some guy just absolutely talk nonsense for entirely too long)

no cus i swear i have tried tagging more stuff than this before and never hit the limit but whatever

hello i really use this like a fkn blog huh

i just wanted to provide some thoughts on the harper and rosé one first bc its important to me 😌 cus i was thinking abt harper and how in my head and heart of hearts she would be the kid who thought you get pregnant from kissing and i dont think she ever really grew out of that belief. <- this ended up spawning the idea of harper being a sex-repulsed ace and i will die on this hill actually. fight me or die, you die either way actually nvm

this is just a buncha blorbos i dont know what to tell you really. sketch pages like these always end up so weird for me bc for some reason my brain always wants the characters in them to interact in some way. whether that be talking or just reacting to what the other is doing... its something i cant stop with, its so stupid and silly and i hate it and i love it. where else would i see kabru slowly losing his mind with how loud phoenix wright is in court????

I THOUGHT I HAD GOTTEN OFF THE RAILS WITH THAT BUT THEN THE NEXT PAGE HAPPENED. and all i could do was laugh and ask "what the fuck am i drawing??? HOW DID WE GET HERE? WHY IS THISTLE HERE WITH LEOPIKA HELP" LIKE that page started with the big leopika and then i was like "man i miss thistle lemme draw him real quick" but the curse struck and now hes being homophobic so </3

i rlly like how the nic(k) page turned out ... i just have a lot of nicks i like drawing idk.. the lil guy is an oc,,, one day his ref sheet will be finished and itll be awesome but not for now, sorry baby, no can do. im weirdly happy with how the hands turned out for all of them tho?? so thats a W

yotasuke, murai, nick (youll never know which one im referring to. .. jkjk its hoult i love the pose there ehehhe), nic and the entire last page r my favs. i like em all but those rlly get me yknow- the olly too ofc but ive already posted him, dont mind him being here, hes part of the set. AND OVER ALL IVE BEEN HAVING SO FUN WITH SHADING BLACK AND JUST LEAVING SPOTS BLANK ITS SO ?`????

WHY IS THIS SO LONG PLS DONT READ ALL THIS THIS IS STRAIGHT UP EMBARRASSING AGHSDFGSDHJSGD im all like "yeah i dont like talking about myself or whatever" but as soon as i get to my process or blorbos or smth the floodgates fucking break open, not even burst man.

also dont mind how i havent even acknowledged pingas twink pokemon counterpart. hes just here for shits and giggles i dont know the guy like at all, i watched a handful of eps of horizons and that was it RIP

[elodieunderglass]

Would you like to be sent other people's Killie headcanons? I wasn't sure if that would be welcome or like stealing your toys.

(Killie the jockey oc)

Thank you so much for asking! I’m going to say something wild - that it’s fine if you understand the risks and agree to the conditions. Sorry for writing an essay about the conditions, but it interested me a lot - I want to welcome this spirit, and am also conscious that published authors don’t do this (however, I don’t want their job.)

Long story short: you can, but it’s not legally advisable, but fuck it, we ball.

Grownups share toys, and Killie exists to be rotated - and, when he achieves sufficient velocity, thrown briskly into an obstacle. Sharing this burden with others pleases me. I’ve already said an emphatic GO AHEAD to fanart and AU fanfic, so worrying about this too much would be a case of shutting the barn door after the horse has eaten it. We do a lot of riffing and yes-anding each other, which is the ENTIRE fun of talking about Killie, and is the ONLY reason he’d get a book anyway. And my approach to intellectual property is more collaborative-Goncharov than the inciting published-authors-shouldn’t-read-fic-incident (1990s drama with Marion Zimmer Bradley.)

Killie’s intended to have a little self-published, non-commercial book that isn’t written yet. If I was already planning to do something similar to your ideas, it might lead to awkwardness for both of us. I’m not saying it would - we are too mature and kind - but that’s the risk I don’t want you to take unknowingly. I do mean to create 1 piece of fixed canon material (plan for that here), for which I plan to charge sufficient money to reimburse the cost of the editor I plan to hire for it. So you would have to decide whether you’d like to risk your headcanon being canon. I will say upfront that there is zero risk of Killie being commercially viable (CAN YOU IMAGINE) so there’s no chance of anyone (including myself) getting paid for anything; it’s more about the idea of intellectual property. Your headcanons belong to you, and by kindly sharing them with someone who hasn’t written the canon yet, you risk a lot more than someone writing about a closed, distant work.

You don’t need approval or permission for headcanons. You don’t need approval from anybody to enjoy them.

Of course, half the pleasure of sharing headcanons is sharing them for connection and communication ARGH.

It would be great if you could share them somewhere else, without worrying about me being involved, but Killie’s entire fandom is the 20 of us, currently housed here, in my living room.

I do want to encourage you to do that (posting without telling me/discussing with other people). you don’t need my permission, and are welcome.

But I do understand Killie’s fandom is housed in my living room at the moment. As much as I intend for him to move out in the future, ideally into a small kennel in YOUR living room, it’s very natural for current observations of him to take place in my living room.

(Could he please move into your living room, the kennel is very small)

Thus, here is my policy:

If you send me a headcanon, please understand that you are voluntarily and freely releasing your idea, in the spirit of willing sharing. There is a very slight risk that your headcanon will overlap with something in the unpublished Killie book, so you’ll have to agree that you understood this risk - and that I don’t owe you anything, if it’s similar.

If you have a very good idea that would be absolutely load-bearing, I’d like to reach out for a mutually consensual permissions statement to use it. You would have the ability to decline. Agreeing to its use would involve you getting full credit for the idea, my warm thanks for sharing it, a link to your blog in online material, the admiration of everyone reading the credits, and probably nothing else will be in my power. Payment is unlikely. Co-authorship is not on the table, as I can’t write checks I can’t cash (I.e. I can’t promise to pay someone with credit on a product that might not happen.)

submission of writing prompts is done freely in the tumblr context, and I’m going to make the formal statement that a prompt does not grant co-ownership of the resulting work. Submission does not mean co-ownership - if you submit a prompt, you’re giving me permission to use it in any way I like, with or without credit. At the moment, it’s all on tumblr and attached to usernames, but if the inspired work moves to another platform (I.e I include a comic in Killie’s book) I’ll endeavour to keep the credit to your tumblr handle. I plan to thank everyone who makes the work so possible and so delightful!

Once Killie has this completed piece of work out (working title Throw Your Heart Over) he’ll be fair game. Literally hunt him for sport with my blessing 👍

I would then put him in a hamster ball and kick him down the stairs step back a bit because I think it could be a bit oxygen-smothering when creators are TOO involved - I’d like to respond to asks, but would not want to know what people were saying elsewhere- but once moved out of my living room, Killie will no longer be my personal problem.

Death of the Author voluntarily. Pls.

I was thinking of licensing him as Creative Commons anyway, but he still needs to move out of my living room and get his own address for that. At any rate, then, it will be chill for all of us to do whatever. Intellectual property WHOMST. The only thing would be I don’t want him sold without permission.

The intention of Killie is mental freedom and growth of identity; if I hogged him all to myself, I’d break that intention, and he’d rightfully stop working for me.

In conclusion, by willingly sharing a headcanon WITH ME, you agree that you get: small but high-quality connection, engagement, my admiration, hoots of amusement, tears, maybe a comic in response.

You do not get paid, you don’t get co-authorship or have any ownership.

If your headcanon accidentally matches a canon statement that I haven’t publicly made yet, you’ll have done very well by guessing foreshadowing, but unfortunately receive nothing. Guessing canon in advance does not mean that you gave me the idea, and you have agreed that by sharing it willingly.

If your headcanon solves a plot problem, I might reach out for permission to use it, with the conditions that I can only realistically offer credit for the idea. You’ll have the right to decline, and the paper trail showing that you did.

You will have no way of knowing if I am lying, and by freely sharing headcanons, you accept that risk. (I don’t intend to steal and lie - I’m a goddamn grownup with a day job, I think we’re friendly and trust each other, I’m writing a novel as a present to you, specifically, @thethirdromana - but the risk can’t be ignored.)

If you share your headcanon with other people, I don’t need to know, and don’t need to be invited.

Once Killie’s published, you can eat him for breakfast.

Hope this all makes sense, and I’m sure published authors would be gnawing their nails in horror reading this, which they won’t, because it’s 20 people in my living room and won’t make any money.

Regardless of what you choose to do, I cannot thank you enough for joining me, sharing your heart and attention, and for the gift of your support.

[bambisworlds]

hard and soft

rafe waited impatiently for bambi to get out of the shower after she rejected his request to join her. when she comes out of the bathroom completely nude, he takes matters into his own hands (2,843 word count)

*bambi is my oc, click on my pinned 'about my blog' post to learn more about her :)

content warnings, mdni 18+

f!reader, bambi!oc, curvy!reader, short!reader, gentledom!rafe to meandom!rafe, possessive!rafe, rafe is a thigh guy, biting (once), oral (f. receiving), verrrry light ass play (barely counts honestly), p in v, unprotected sex (don't do this), degradation, dumbification, use of "whore" (twice), use of "slut" (once), gagging, use of "Daddy" (once), praise, use of "good girl", spitting in readers' mouth, breath play/choking, brief consent check, creampie, just straight porn honestly, let me know if i forgot anything x

my masterlist

Rafe has been dating Bambi for almost a few years now. They were the typical high school sweethearts and managed to stay together even after graduation. Rafe was leaning against the headboard of his bed at Tannyhill, scrolling mindlessly on his phone as Bambi showered. He tried to join her, sneaking kisses and wrapping his arms around her waist as he followed her inside, but she declined, saying she needed to handle 'lady business.'

Rafe begrudgingly agreed and has been waiting impatiently for her ever since. He tried to focus on his phone as he scrolled through his Instagram feed, but his eyes kept involuntarily drifting toward the bathroom door.

After what felt like an eternity, Bambi stepped out. Rafe's heart nearly gave out as she walked out completely naked, his eyes popping out of his head. "Baby," he gasps. "What are you doing?" he chuckles breathily, his eyes raking over her petite body appreciatively as she walks across the bedroom.

"Wanted to wear one of your shirts," she says softly, pulling a sweatshirt from his dresser.

As she began to walk back towards the bathroom, Rafe quickly blocked her path and scooped her up. "Oh no, you don't; you're not going anywhere." He smiled as he carried her over to the bed. Bambi giggled as he laid her on the plush bed, crawling over her. His gorgeous smile lit up his face as he looked down at her. "You're so pretty, baby," he mumbled as he tilts his head down to kiss her.

Bambi smiles against his lips, her soft hands sliding up to rest on the back of his neck so he couldn't pull away. Rafe moaned unabashedly as he kissed her, enjoying the sweetness of the vanilla lip balm she had put on after getting out of the shower. His large hands traveled down her body until they gripped her thighs, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. "Wanna feel these babies around my head tonight," he smirks against her mouth. Bambi smiles in return, playfully nipping at his bottom lip.

Rafe chuckles and begins to kiss down her neck until he reaches the swell of her breasts. Bambi moans delightfully as Rafe takes one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling with a low groan. Rafe pulls back after a few moments, admiring her now glistening nipple before repeating the process with its twin. Once satisfied with his work on her nipples, he bites down gently on the nub and begins to place more kisses along her breasts and chest, leaving hickeys as he goes. Bambi shivers as Rafe sucks four hickeys onto her skin, starting to move lower. He looks up at her briefly with a smirk as he bites on her tit, leaving a faint mark. She gasps and jerks in surprise from the sharp jolt of pain.

Rafe chuckles and begins to kiss down her stomach, down to her bellybutton, then to her mound. He places a wet smack on her mound as he pries her thighs apart. There were still faint hickeys on her inner thighs he had left some time ago. A smile forms on his face at the sight of them, and he places gentle kisses on the healing bruises.

His large hands travel from her thighs to her belly, lightly squeezing the little pouch on her lower belly before returning to her thighs. Before Rafe met Bambi, all his exes or hookups were with unhealthily thin girls; now, the only thing that truly got him going was Bambi's curvy, squeezable body. He loved her soft stomach and thick thighs.

Rafe sighs in enjoyment as he continues to kiss and nip at her inner thighs. He enjoyed how Bambi squirmed, subtly trying to inch his mouth closer to where she needed him most. His eyes flickered up to her face as his mouth finally hovered over her appetizing cunt; the teasing was more difficult for him than it was for her. It took him a tremendous amount of self-control not to immediately dive into her sweetness.

Bambi pouted as he lingered over her cunt without making contact, his hot breath fanning against her folds. She whined impatiently, beginning to wiggle. Rafe chuckled in amusement, "Such a needy little thing. You used to be so shy; now I've turned you into a greedy little girl," he teased with a smile as he lightly smacked the side of her thigh. "Don't know if I should be annoyed or proud," Rafe mutters before slowly licking up her slit, gathering her juices on his tongue with a low moan. His eyes shut in bliss from her taste, "Shit," he whispered to himself, almost reverently, as he began to lap at her cunt.

Obscene slurping and wet sounds fill the room alongside Bambi's breathy moans, gasps, and whimpers. Her hands grip the sheets on either side of her head, her hips jolting whenever Rafe's tongue finds a sensitive spot hidden within her folds. Rafe sucks on her clit, before trailing his tongue down until it reaches her ass cheeks. He pulls back slightly and spreads them apart to get a better look at her puckered hole. A smile spreads on his face as he rubs his thumb around the ring, eliciting a jerk and gasp from Bambi. He chuckles and returns to lavishing attention on her clit.

His hands rub soothing circles on her inner thighs as he eats her out, his breathing growing heavy from the effort and his arousal. Bambi whimpers, her face scrunching up as Rafe teases her slick entrance with the tip of his tongue. She reaches her hands down, a silent request, and he obliges. Rafe removes his left hand from her thigh to hold onto one of her hands, gripping her dainty hand tightly as he begins to pump his tongue in and out of her.

Bambi fights the urge to giggle from the almost comical sound that comes with someone fucking you with their tongue, but the desire to laugh fades as Rafe finds the perfect rhythm, making her moan in satisfaction. She kept a firm grip on his hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on her skin as he continued his eager ministrations.

"Could eat this pussy all fuckin' night," he mutters against her folds before plunging his tongue back inside her.

"Want it on my clit," Bambi requested breathlessly, wiggling her hips slightly.

Rafe smirks against her pussy, "That's it, tell me what you need." he says as he focuses his attention back on her clit, alternating between circling his tongue around the pearl, suctioning her clit between his lips, or lapping up and down against the sensitive bud. Bambi's body twitches, her legs moving and tensing on either side of his head. Her gasps and whimpers turn to mewls and whines as she grips Rafe's hand tighter, her manicured nails digging into his skin.

Seeing that she's growing close, Rafe continues his efforts, watching her reactions intently. "Gonna cum," she warns in a high-pitched tone, her face contorting and mouth dropping open as she begins to squirm on the bed. Rafe moans against her sex in response, eager to drink up her release. Bambi's moans grow progressively louder and more frequent until she traps Rafe's head in a death grip between her thighs, her hips bucking desperately against his mouth as she releases a high-pitched wail of bliss.

As her juices begin to flow freely from her, Rafe moans in delight, his eyes fluttering closed as he enthusiastically licks up every drop of her cum he can catch on his tongue. Bambi continues to squirm and convulse, her body moving on its own accord as she rides her high. As Rafe's attention on her cunt becomes over-stimulating, she pushes him back by his forehead, "T-Too much." she says shakily, and Rafe obeys, pulling away. Rafe licks his lips clean as he admires her flushed cheeks and the way her breasts rise and fall rapidly. Bambi melts back against the mattress, her thighs occasionally twitching from the strain on her muscles.  

Rafe rests his cheek against her thigh as he watches her, "You smell so fuckin' good, baby," he sighs, nuzzling his nose against her thigh, "I'm gonna buy 50 bottles of whatever lotion you use and drown myself in it."

Bambi smiles slightly, her eyes still closed in post-orgasmic bliss. Rafe leaves a trail of wet, hot kisses up her body as he makes his way up to her lips. Once he's hovering over her again, his lips capture hers in a slow, passionate kiss. Bambi moans softly at the taste of herself on his tongue, sucking his tongue between her lips. Rafe groans, sneaking his hand under her head to cradle the base of her skull.

After Bambi finally releases his tongue, she licks a long stripe up his jawline, and Rafe chuckles darkly and looks down at her, "When did you get so bold, huh? Looks like I'm rubbin' off on you." Bambi shrugs in response, seductively biting her bottom lip. "I screwed around and turned my innocent little angel into a freak," he teases, tracing his thumb on the underside of her bottom lip. Bambi gently takes his thumb between her lips, sucking softly, "Fuck, you are turning into a freak," Rafe says, his smile fading as his arousal begins to skyrocket once more at her sensual display.

Rafe quickly slips his thumb from between her lips and grabs her chin roughly, "Who's greedy little whore are you?" he asks, his playful demeanor shifting into something possessive and dominant.

"Yours," Bambi says breathily.

Rafe hums in acknowledgment, loosening his grip, "That's right. And what do good little whores do?" he asks, shoving his thumb back into her mouth, making her gag on purpose.

"They please," Bambi says, struggling to speak with his thumb in her mouth.

"Who are you gonna please, baby?" Rafe asks, pressing his thumb down on the back of her tongue so she gags again.

"You," she sputters. Rafe removes his thumb from her mouth, and she exhales shakily.

"That's right. You please me—only me," Rafe says, leaning back as he removes his shirt. Rafe straddled her hips as he peeled off his shirt before reaching down to unbutton his shorts. Bambi watched his every move as if her life depended on it. Rafe slowly removed his shorts and briefs, careful not to accidentally kick or fall on top of Bambi as he did so.

Bambi's mouth watered as his cock bobbed against his stomach, and she reached out to touch it, but he gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head. "Did I say you could touch me?" Rafe demanded.

"No, I'm sorry," she mumbles.

"Sorry, who?" he corrects, his thumbs rubbing her wrists, a silent reminder he cared even with the rough treatment.

"Sorry, Daddy," she says softly, and Rafe smirks in approval.

"Good girl," he affirmed before he suddenly released Bambi's wrists and grabbed her thighs, pushing her knees against her chest, "Keep them there," Rafe instructed firmly, still keeping her left thigh firmly against her chest while his other hand reaches down to smack her pussy. Bambi jerks with a gasp, and Rafe chuckles darkly before leaning down to spit on her cunt. Bambi whimpers, squirming slightly, "What? You want more, baby?" he smirks and hovers over her again. Bambi obediently parts her lips, and he spits in her mouth. Bambi accepts his spit eagerly, closing her mouth as she swallows.

Rafe leaves one last firm slap on Bambi's pussy before positioning his cock at her entrance, teasing the head of it along her slick folds. Bambi keens, wiggling as she tries to get more friction. Rafe slowly sinks his cock into her, groaning as her walls stretch to accommodate his impressive size, "You always feel so good, baby," he moans, shallowly thrusting into her as he inches his cock in all the way.

Bambi whimpers, biting her bottom lip as he continues to work his cock in. Once he's sheathed to the hilt inside her, he sighs in satisfaction and Bambi moans shakily as her toes curl. Rafe withdraws until only the tip remains in before he slams back into her with a grunt, her petite body jolting on the bed. Bambi gasps sharply, followed by high-pitched mewls and squeals as he sets a brutal pace.

Rafe places both hands on her thighs again, keeping them pushed against her chest as he pounds into her. Rafe may be rough around the edges, but he never stifled his moans. Mainly cause he knew Bambi got off on his expressions of pleasure. "This pussy's so damn good," he grunts, punctuating each word with a rough thrust, her body bouncing on the mattress from the hard snap of his hips as she cries out in elation.

Rafe leaned over her, her ankles resting on his shoulders as one of his hands wrapped around her throat, gripping tightly but loose enough so she could still breathe. Bambi moans raggedly, wrapping her hands around his wrist as he held eye contact with her, his eyes simmering with unbridled lust and possession. Rafe reveled in the way her pulse quickened when he looked at her, his thumb pressing lightly on her carotid artery.

As Rafe's cock brushed against her g-spot, her toes curled, and her eyes rolled back as a choked moan slipped past her lips. Rafe chuckled darkly, adjusting his position to hit that spot with each thrust. He looked down between them, drinking in the sight of his thick cock disappearing within her swollen folds, only to reappear coated in her slick before disappearing within her again to repeat the process.

Rafe groaned in approval at the lewd squelch of their joining, her cunt practically sucking him in deeper. His head fell back briefly as he felt her walls begin to squeeze around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. "This little pussy's gonna make me cum," Rafe grunts as he drives into her cunt impossibly faster. Bambi keens and her back arches off the bed as he fucks her faster, her eyes squeezing shut as she gasps for air. "Still doing okay?" Rafe pants, loosening his grip on her throat slightly. When she nods eagerly, he smirks and tightens his grip again, "Such a good little slut for me." he praises, and Bambi mewls sweetly in response, drool beginning to form in the corners of her lips. "Look at that, getting all messy while I fuck you stupid," Rafe taunts, his free hand moving up to wipe off the spit forming around her mouth.

"S'too good," she whines, her face scrunched up from pleasure.

"I know, my cock feels so good, huh? So good you can't even think," he mocks. Bambi whimpers in response, her pussy clenching around him. "Oh yeah," Rafe smirks triumphantly, "You're gonna cum aren't ya?" Bambi nods quickly, a high-pitched whine escaping her, "Good, cum all over my cock." Rafe encourages, growing breathless with the effort of pounding into her, but he won't stop until he knows she's sated.

Bambi's legs begin to move, her ankles bumping against the sides of his face instead of remaining planted on his shoulders. Rafe carefully maneuvers them down so her legs can wrap around his waist, "That better, baby?" he asks breathily. Bambi was too far gone to respond, her head thrashing on the pillow as she gripped Rafe's wrist like a lifeline. "That's it, don't think baby, just cum all over me," Rafe pants, tightening his grip on her throat slightly to heighten her sensations.

Bambi's body convulsed and contorted as she reached her peak, letting out high-pitched mewls and wails as pleasure wracked her petite body. "Oh fuck," Rafe gasped as her pussy clenched tightly around him, rhythmically spasming and clamping as she rode out her orgasm. "Oh fuck, fuck," Rafe repeats mindlessly as his thrusts grow erratic, shuddering with a long moan as he cums. His hips jerk as he spills his load inside her, his abs contracting as he lets out a desperate whimper, a sharp contrast to his off-putting exterior.

"Fuck me," Rafe sighs as he pushes himself inside her as deep as he can go, grinding his pelvis against her, "Oh God," he moans, collapsing atop her, weakly holding himself up so he doesn't crush her. Rafe shudders again, releasing one last spurt of cum into her spasming depths as he tucks his face against her neck.

Bambi laid boneless beneath him, her limbs sprawled on the bed as she panted and twitched. "You okay?" Rafe asks, his voice muffled against her neck. Bambi nods slightly, and Rafe also nods in acknowledgment, not moving from atop her or pulling out. Rafe lets out another sound, a mix of a sigh in a moan, as his cock begins to soften inside her.

Like a big teddy bear, Rafe falls asleep atop her, soothed into slumber by the warmth of her cunt and the sweet smell of her perfume. Bambi sighed contently, gently tracing her nails along his back in a calming manner. She, too, let herself drift off to sleep under the warm blanket that was Rafe.

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