#my silly little cowboy man

[vhanitas-monstr]

more of him… my boy…

[crow-person]

save a horse ride a cowboy !!!!

[beast-of-mosss]

Warm up sketch madara mayhaps

[cloctor-doodles]

I will never stop talking about ✨️them✨️

[technofinch]

You can imagine that waking up from such an ordeal was not a pleasant sensation. The woman across the table had told him that he was out for only a few minutes, half an hour at most, and there was no need for any alarm. Mulligan knew better. His clothes had been washed, for one. For the other, he was pissed off and his head ached and his hands were shaking and he knew the feeling to mean that it had been at least a day since he'd gotten any nicotine into his system. Better to play along for now. No sense in getting confrontational with the woman currently holding your gun.

Happy Sunday 7 I wrote this last night and it still amuses me this morning so you all get to read it also

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

he’s so pretty it’s upsetting me </3

[foryouthegays]

idk is this anything

[greenflavoredcyanide]

MY LITTLE GUYY ASRGRHHGGSHSF

[brown-little-robin]

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[itwoodbeprefect]

scene that is forever stuck in my head. how'd you go about separating yours from mine? it was easy. i used a crowbar. ghhgrrh

[whorsegirl]

The man will try anything

Inspired by @wolfythewitch

[polygondotcomvideoproducer]

*hears "it's me boy the ps5" and sheds a single tear*

[manwithdogteeth]

IS THERE STILL AN OC COMMUNITY ON TUMBLR??

[dawnbreakersgaze]

EXCUSE ME TIME TO WARM UP MY ROXIE MEME

≡;-꒰ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I  𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑴𝒆

╰┈➤ ❝ greyson x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 day 5

tags : pwp (without plot), hunter!reader but NOT mc!, facesitting, oral (f rec.), couch shenanigans, dry humping, kissing, slight hair pulling, praise, use of pet names "baby" "love" "darling". lmk if i missed any tags!

wc : 1.3k

an : this was SO FUN to write, i absolutely love writing this goofball and i hope you enjoy reading this as well <3 might be a little more based on my interpretation of his character (given we know so little...), but inherently this is a gift fic for @dawnbreakersgaze my beloved wife whom i love dearly and the president and founder of greyson nation !!!!!! kay i hope that whenever you’re able to read this you can find some comfort in it hehe <3

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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST / KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS

You’ve been tense lately, and Greyson knows just how to help you relax.

“Oh— haah—” 

His head fell back against the couch, eyes a little hazy as you rolled your hips more insistently against his erection. “H—wai— B- baby, love… s’everything okay?”

The groans that he couldn’t seem to hold back only sent jolts straight through your body, and you almost couldn’t find it in yourself to answer him. Instead, with a quiet whine, you leaned back down against him, burying your face into his neck.

Your hips didn’t stop, rutting into him despite the frustrating barrier of clothing between you two—and his response to that was practically immediate. A shaky sigh, he rested his chin over your head, hands moving over to rub gentle circles into your back. With every grind against his bulge, you could feel him slowly apply more pressure—steady, as if guiding you, encouraging you to get your fill.

But at the sound of your whimper, he tapped on your head.

“Love… Love, nnh— look at me…”

His voice, so close to you, so deep, your favorite sound in the world—

You let out a slow breath as you raised your head, and he took the immediate opportunity to meet your lips for a kiss.

Soft. Sweet. Tender.

Greyson tended to be like that with you.

Even now, he would let you hump needily over his slacks, arousal seeping through your panties and already leaving a mess—even if you never really said why.

There was a gentle smile on his face, even as his lips parted in pants. His ears were red, the only other indication of how affected he was. But he would look into your eyes, almost as if getting lost in them, moving your hips to slide over him a little easier.

“Darling…” he mumbled against your lips. “What is this about? Did you miss me?”

Did you miss me.

He wasn’t wrong.

As fate would have it, the two of you lead busy lives. Your profession as a hunter was unpredictable at best, and missions were often assigned sporadically. A protector of the city scarcely got regular holidays.

Yet, the same could be said about him.

At certain times, your schedules never lined up—Greyson was busy with hospital work, and you knew without fail that his own profession demanded much of him.

But it wasn’t that, not really. You had come to terms with your busy schedules early on; it wasn’t something that bothered you too much.

It was only that…

You sighed into another kiss, almost never wanting to part, savoring the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

“S’been a day…”

You mumbled, voice slightly muffled.

And when he pulled back from you next, there was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.

His hands moved from your hips, tracing up your spine before moving up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

Light touches, precise in the way he knew you liked just perfectly.

“Stressed?” he murmured.

With a pout, you could only manage to nod.

“And, you… don’t want to talk about it?”

This time, you shook your head.

Your eyes locked, blue eyes searching your own, and then your hand reached out to run through those favorite brown locks of his. “It’s not really that I have anything to talk about…” you sighed. “I just… wanna de-stress a little, that's all. Is that okay? Are you tired? I’m sorry… I know it’s been a long day for you too, and you mentioned you have a surgery tomorrow morning, and you probably want to get some sleep instead of—”

“Baby, baby.” There was a slight laugh to his voice. “That’s not it at all, you know I can never get enough of you. I’m happy you’re being needy today.”

Immediately he cupped your cheeks, forcing you to stop, forcing you to look at him—

His hips bucked up into yours, and he raised an eyebrow. The gasp that fell from your lips was enough for you to realize what he meant.

“You feel that, right? I mean… Darling, you’ve been at it for a while now, you feel so good. I want this just as much as you do.”

His gaze softened, and he leaned in for a peck on the tip of your nose.

“But… let’s not do that today.”

Immediately, your face fell.

For all the sweet words he’d just said, the end result was the same—maybe he was too tired. Maybe something like this was best reserved for another day, another time when both of you were actually free, another time when both of you had no other obligations waiting for you in the morning—

He let out a soft laugh.

“I just mean, I want to give you a treat.”

Effectively, his words made you pause.

His hand moved lower, lifting your nightgown up a little bit and caressing over the small of your back

“Grey—!”

“Listen. You like it when I go down on you, right? So…”

His smile seemed to widen as a look of both shock and embarrassment spread across your features, but before you could react further, he nuzzled against your nose and stole another quick kiss. “How about you sit on my face tonight?”

You sucked in a breath.

“But Grey, we’ve never… I’ve never…”

“I know. But I’ve eaten you out plenty of times… And this way, you get to control how you like it best. Don’t you want that?”

Tempting.

Greyson had a way with words when it counted the most, and you had to admit that the image he was painting had you leaking almost embarrassingly fast.

“You like that, right, love?” He was smiling again, like he just knew you were caving.

And how could you say no to that face?

With a relenting smile and a shake of your head, a small laugh fell from your lips. “Okay, you big teddy bear. Fine, I’ll do it. But… tell me if I’m doing too much, okay? I don’t…”

“You don’t want to hurt me.”

He finished your sentence for you, and leaned up to give you another kiss. “I know, baby. I’ll tell you, I promise.”

It was enough.

He made quick work of your panties as they slid down your thighs, neatly placed on the edge of the couch as you hovered over him.

He was right; you were too needy. Just the mere feeling of his hot breath so close to your cunt made you shiver, that it was almost too difficult for you to lower yourself onto him. He would rub his thumb over your thigh; patient, yet still wanting.

The first touch of his lips against you had you gasping.

They parted, moving mouth closer to lick a stripe up your slit. The slight action had you gripping the couch to steady yourself, thighs tensing. You felt a tap on your up, as if telling you to relax, yet he didn’t so much as relent.

It started with small, teasing licks. Tongue barely poking out, almost as if to have a little taste of you before he started… and then you felt it. The tip of his nose brushed against your clit as his head shifted slightly, and his tongue began to lick fervently at your arousal.

“G-Grey—s-s— Grey—!”

You cried out, hands falling down from the couch to root into his hair.

He smiled against you, pushing you further down onto him to bury his tongue into your pussy. That wet, slick feeling wasn’t new to you, but the position made it more intense. You tugged at his hair, gripping it tightly, and your face twisted in pure, unbridled pleasure.

“H- Holy shit!” you gasped.

Your hips rolled, putting more pressure onto his mouth, needy little humps against his face.

His nose would bump into your clit with every movement, tongue moving precisely with every thrust. His hands stayed at your hips, rubbing little circles into your skin, wordless encouragement that let you know he was enjoying it just as much as you were.

You were gone.

The grip on his hair tightened, and you nearly cried when he tilted to mouth at your clit. Trapping your sensitive nub between his lips, he sucked, teeth grazing ever so slightly, flicking it from side to side with the tip of his tongue.

And he groaned.

Ever lost in the way that you tasted, an air of desperation seemed to cloud the two of you, the haze of lust nearly making your vision go blurry.

Eyes rolling back into your head, hips moving faster, harder, more purposefully—

“M’gonna cum! Gonna—!”

One final cry, before you lurched forward to grab onto the couch, desperate to steady yourself as your toes curled and a loud, drawn-out moan escaped your lips. He lapped up every little leak, dipping his tongue into your folds to coax out more as you slowly felt yourself relax.

Panting, eyelids heavy, you slid yourself off of him to catch your breath.

“Oh my god,” you breathed out. You placed a hand to your chest and glanced beside you, eyes widening at the mere sight of him—eyes half-lidded, glistening with your slick, hair all a mess and in disarray.

He looked ruined, and you almost could have felt guilty.

Almost.

Almost.

He wiped your juices off of his mouth with the back of his hand, before leaning in for a quick peck on the lips, nearly laughing at the squeal you let out. “That was nice, right?” he mused. “You were so good for me, love…"

His gaze raked over your body all the way down to your pussy, and he smiled this cute, satisfied little smile.

“We should do that more often.”

You thought that he would truly be the death of you one day, and you glanced away from him.

“ … I think I’d allow that.”

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[starscabaret]

Cowboy Yandere! Lane HeadCanons ✧.*

pairing : yandere! lane x fem reader 

summary :

authors note : i hope yall enjoy pls lmk

warnings : nsfw, breeding, pregnancy, daddy kink 

yandere! lane is a country boy through and through…he eats as much as a prize bull, making him damn near the size of one. Due to his hard labor, he is the perfect blend of muscles and fluff. He is the size kink king.

yandere! lane cannot be convinced to wear a condom or use protection no matter what stage of the relationship y’all are in. He wants a football team of kids and you will have them all.

yandere! lane also won’t wear a condom because the idea of anything separating him from his darling’s insides is infuriating. 

yandere! lane is a true dom, he values your pleasure more than anything. 

yandere! lane size comes into play when he’s pounding your pussy from behind. He tries to hold himself up and not squish you underneath him but somehow his chest always ends up pressed to your back. His arm around your tummy pulling your smaller body onto his cock as he continues his pounding. You couldn’t escape him if you wanted

yandere! lane never suppresses his guttural moans and groans from you. He doesn’t know how to be quiet but neither do you…

yandere! lane lives by the phrase ‘save a horse ride a cowboy’. When you’re on top of him he’s using his hips and hands to bounce you silly on his dick. Or he’s guiding your hips in just the right back-and-forth motion. 

yandere! lane washes his hands of all dirt and grime the second he enters the house, because right after he is going to find you and pick you up for a kiss. “Missed me Dollface? Daddy missed you.”

yandere! lane has rough hard days sometimes. If he’s too tired to fuck you silly he loves to pull you on his lap, lift your legs, and mindless play with and finger your cunt. Your back to his chest his large form looming over you with his chin resting on your shoulder. “Mhm good girl darling, too tired to fuck you properly, but what kind of man would I be if I didn’t pleasure my sweet girl every day?”. He definitely has just gotten off work, still clad in his jeans, hat, boots, and a black t-shirt. 

yandere! lane does not like to see you beg. He’s too soft and believes his darling shouldn’t want for anything, he is very willing to give you anything and everything that you want. Especially his mouth on your pussy.

yandere! lane will fuck you any and everywhere if you let him, god do you look so plump and round in a pair of blue jeans, but those long tight skirts are his favorite. The way they look when it’s pooled around your waist as he plows into you in the back of his truck drives him insane.

yandere! lane prefers that you have most or all of your pubic hair, his pussy just looks so cute with its little bush.

yandere! lane will not pull out no matter how hard you beg and squeeze his bicep, what’s the point of cumming, if it’s not in you?

yandere! lane when he finally gets you pregnant is the happiest man on earth, kiss your job bye bye the day you pee on that stick. You often catch him admiring every part of your body. Below your pregnant belly, he watches intently as his dick slides in and out splitting your perfect cunnie in half. Thinking about how it was just like this he bred you the first time. 

[yanderedrabbles]

Stupid question I got but how’d some of your OCs feel about thigh high socks, pantyhose, and just general borderline provocative clothing?

Also any of them prefer lingerie? Or don’t really care for it at all?

yandere boys and provocative clothing

Hmm interesting question. I think that each guy has his own version of provocative clothing - something you wear that immediately has him undoing his belt - and its not always what you expect.

Yandere! Cowboy is the happiest man around when it's sundress season. Pretty and flowy and showing off your tits just right. Not to mention the easy access. He'll probably come up behind you and pin you between the kitchen table and his body, hands trailing up your thighs and his nose pressed against your hair.

"Wearin' such a pretty dress means you want me to fuck your little brains out, don't it sugar?"

Yandere! Soldier goes feral when you wear his shirts and socks and nothing else. Nipples just visible through the thin cotton. He's much bigger than you, and his shirts usually fall between mid and upper thigh on you. Seeing the size difference manifested like that is so damn sexy. He's the type to tug at your hemline again and again until you snap at him and give him a reason to pull you onto his lap.

"так грубо - So rude. Shouldn't you be nicer to me when you're wearing my clothes?"

Yandere! Boyfriend buys you tiny, tight gym sets. The kind that toe the line between appropriate and not. HOWEVER you will absolutely not be wearing any of them out of the house. They're perfect for lifting weights in the garage, but no one gets to see you dressed like that besides him. After a long, brutal gym session he loves peeling your sports bra off. Totally ignoring you when you beg him to at least let you shower first.

"C'mon baby, as your personal trainer it's my job to take care of you after such a gruelling set."

Yandere! State Trooper gets turned on so damn easy by heels and pencil skirts. Loves the way your legs look a mile long and he can just make out the heart shape of your ass. Kinda corporate core, it makes him feel all the filthier to have you on your knees. Gets out all the tension after a long day of dealing with stuck up business assholes who think money puts them above the law.

"Say pretty please and maybe I won't handcuff you this time."

Yandere! Academic Rival has low-key Internet brainrot. He gets off to you whenever you look like an e-girl, complete with thigh high socks and a tight leather choker. He might be all old money on the outside, but deep down he's a total gooner. Did you figure it out early on and now constantly use it to your advantage? Who's to say...

"Goddammit, how am I supposed to study when you're dressed like that?!"

Yandere! Cyberpunk Mercenary likes latex and neon, unsurprisingly. Bright body suits that glow fuschia and acid green under the blacklights, showing off your curves like a glow in the dark fuck toy. And tight latex catsuits so he can oil up your thighs and fuck himself silly between them.

"Aww pretty little rich girl doesn't know how to take cock? Don't worry darl', I'll teach you."

Yandere! Sugar Daddy loves designer lingerie. He wants his to girl to dress up for him in the rarest and finest sets, just so he can peel it away layer by layer. He's also got a thing for vintage lingerie. Stuff from older designer collections that's almost impossible to find. The thrill of tracking down a new piece is half the fun.

"My gorgeous girl, you look so good. Just stand still and let me admire you."

Yandere! Werewolf really loves the way you look in your cheerleader uniform. Short skirt, pigtails, so fucking cute he could just gobble you up. And he adores it when you wear his football jersey - his scent is all over it and it drives him crazy knowing it's rubbing off on you. In his dreams, you're usually wearing his jersey and nothing else.

"I'm panting because of training, not because of how good you look, I swear."