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Cowboys 😣🫣😳😫
#COWBOYS 😋🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤#every man I’ve ever thirsted over would be sexy as a cowboy#I was born in the wrong generation fr 😔😔
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Just found out about cowboy ghost…
#not feeling okay#containing my moans#my biggest weakness#my biggest attraction#PLS PLS#DO PRICE NEXT
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today feels like a writing day :3 so if u have any ideas feel free to send them in :P
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saw this meme and i had to do something with the og baby crows (and added yachi. of course.)
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*lamby doesn't know any cod men but still curious for a match up fron pea*
PRICEEE🫶🫶🫶🫶 the absolute LOVE of my life, my dream man.
He just loves you. So dainty and sweet. Addicted to the feel of your soft, plush cheeks in his big calloused hands and the shining doe eyes staring at him. Big and round. It makes him feral. So small when you stand in front of him, hands engulfed in his large ones as he leads you through anything and everything.
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Matsukawa has the nastiest deepstroke and nobody can tell me otherwise. Especially front. He curls his hips just right to make that fat tip hit the perfect bundle of nerves inside you. He whispers to you in missionary, one large hand hooked under your leg and the other rubbing your forehead and holding his weight. He makes you look at him, which would be so funny with how lovey dovey he gets when the squelch of your pussy echos in the background, and you’d laugh if all your energy wasn’t clenching your toes. It’s a slow pace, speeding up to about a medium every now and then, but it’s so constant it feels like it’ll never stop, though you are in heaven and the only thing you can see is the blur of his face.
When you can’t look at him, if holding your head up is too much, he’ll grab your hair and tilt your chin up to him, then mimic it to you. He may let closing your eyes for a bit slide.
The moment is still in all the world—just you and his words as you let him drag you through your orgasm. Faint yes’s and head nods tell him you can still somewhat function.
“That feel good?”
“Yeah? I know how to take care of this pretty pussy.”
“Fuuuck. You just gonna clamp down on me like that?”
“Pussy’s a mess. So fucking wet.”
He doesn’t even need to roll your clit like he usually does. Him hitting the spot repeatedly is enough to get you to squirt. Proven the last time you came.
Mattsun says he has to take care of his girls.
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hihihi can I plzpkzplzpkz have iwaizumi hajime w a oikawas little sister!reader
iwaizumi hajime • my pride and joy
genre: fluff/suggestive
“babe, should we bring the watermelon or beer?” hajime called from the kitchen. his eyes were fixated on the brand new bottle of wine in his hands as he read the label curiously, a crease forming between his brows and a frown on his lips giving away his current emotion.
“um, i think kawa is going to bring the watermelons.” you answered as you entered the room after getting ready in the bedroom. “wait, no- matsukawa is.”
“so beer it is.” he sighed before settling the bottle into the open tote bag on the counter, his attention having yet to travel on you ever since you walked in.
“sorry.” you apologetically mumbled, watching his back muscles contort briefly when he set the wine down.
your prideful older brother, toru, was hosting a celebratory cookout in honor of his departure to argentina next week, gathering everyone he had ever met in his luxurious backyard this evening.
you were already practically sick that he would be so far away from you for a pretty large period of time, and this crowded get together didn’t help calm your nerves. if you weren’t dating his best friend, you easily could have gotten away with not attending and rescheduling with him in the morning to go out for lunch instead. but, iwaizumi persisted that you both go, reasoning that it would ‘matter more in the future’ and ‘you’re his favorite person, you have to go’. it was pathetic how well you listened to him, you decided.
his breath hitched as he turned around and caught sight of you, suddenly feeling anxious for the following few hours with you and two hundred other people. hajime always knew you were gorgeous, even as a child, but it never failed to take his breath away at how well you cleaned up.
“hey, sexy.” he mumbled under his breath before cockily leaning against the marble counter and shamelessly checking you out.
your cheeks heated at his attention, his predatory gaze and sly smirk making your sundress feel suddenly tight. you knew it was one of his favorites, but had faith that he would try to keep it together just for today— even at home. but, obviously you were too hopeful because now he’s practically drooling on his shirt.
“haji, wait until we get home before you start flirting. you’re only going to work yourself up with no relief.”
he groaned like a angsty teenager, throwing his head back dramatically at your denial. he understood why, of course, given that you both were staying at oikawa’s until the later when party had ended, but he still found himself slightly disappointed. it would be hours until you arrived home, hours of other people gawking at you while trying to hide from hajime’s view to avoid getting killed and he really wasn’t in the mood to watch you cry as he and toru argued over a ruined party.
since childhood, iwaizumi had been scarily protective of you, even more so than your own brother. everyone was terrified of him when it came to you, and even though you were hot, they all knew better than to pay you any mind. any more than a quick ‘hi’ would send them home battered and sulking, and absolutely no one planned on that fate tonight.
but, he was sure someone would try to tempt him with the way that dress hugged your curves.
“oh, stop acting like a child. you’ll get your fix on the car ride home— if you’re good.” you placed a quick kiss to his jaw for reassurance as you left the room once more, heading to the bathroom to finish your makeup.
good, he’ll be indeed.
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the party was chaotic, just as you and hajime had suspected. your brother’s two acer backyard was filled with far more people than he had claimed he invited, and the many conversations overlapped each other loudly.
it was gorgeous though, the decorators sure outdid themselves with the many yards of fairy lights that hung over everyone’s heads and the floral arrangements took all of the guest’s breath away as they entered. drinks were in each hand, the variety being either a wine glass or a beer bottle, most picking the former.
tonight, you and iwaizumi chose to stay near the gazebo where oikawa and his fiancé stood as they greeted all of the guests and old friends of his with large smiles on their faces. most old high school teammates would make their way over to you two next, itching to catch up with the former ace and his girlfriend— his captain’s baby sister.
all of sejioh remembers the infamous oikawa y/n, the girl who was very off limits but everyone wanted, especially her brother’s teammates. it had been a common locker room joke that she would marry one of them someday, and they would gush about how great of a wife she’d be. iwaizumi would often find himself in a good amount of trouble afterward for getting physical with whoever would bring it up, or take of too far, and you had never loved him more than when you heard all of those stories.
“i just can’t believe that you were her pick.” an old teammate shook his head in disbelief as he downed his wine. “i mean, don’t get me wrong, iwa, i’m not surprised you were in love with her, especially after all of those punches i got back then, but wow. i’m just shocked she chose you and not hanamakki. they were good friends there for a while, y’know?”
you could practically feeling the anger fuming off of your boyfriend as your arms linked with him, his tan skin feeling clammy and heated against yours. his face was slightly red, tinted with light frustration from his old friend’s tipsy ramble. it was his second glass, and he had been talking both of your ears off for an hour now about ‘the good old days’. you wouldn’t have minded if hajime hadn’t felt so stiff and hot with each word the man spoke.
“yeah, well, i guess i was more her type than makki.” he shrugged, trying his best to come off as unbothered. “right, babe?”
you nodded, flashing a tight smile at his forced tone.
the flex of his arm as it suddenly tucked you closer to him caused a wave of need to flash through you, his possessiveness and strength making him even more attractive tonight.
you glanced at his face, but soon regretted it once you found that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. he was a hunk, his face flushed slightly out of aggravation and lips in a very forced smile, as if he was trying his best not to frown angrily. you’ve always thought his hotheaded nature was attractive but tonight, it had done something entirely different to you.
you didn’t feel the insatiable need to tear his clothes off, or makeout with him in the bathroom until you both got caught— you felt proud.
proud that you had been lucky enough to find someone so obsessed with you that the mention of your ‘choice’ had him fuming and tightly trapping your arm in his.
also, so very proud that he was trying his best to appear far more positive than he actually felt, an accomplishment that he had never been able to achieve. but for you, he did.
and you had never felt so perfect for him than now.
“yep, definitely my type.”
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not proofread, age gap between character (older) and reader (younger), kind of ‘forbidden’ relationship but not really,SPIT. suggestive, very suggestive. SWEARING. degradation for a sec, indicating toward cheating but hey whatevs.
it’s so cold as you toss and turn in the bed of your apartment. you want to sleep, you think- you want to have a good night’s rest but you can’t when all you can think about is how this is not a single bed. an apartment not paid for by you- but rather your older friend suna rintaro. he’s got good money from being a national, professional athlete for so long.
he’s got lots of experience. he’s much older, so much smarter than you.
it makes you squish your thighs together and your eyebrows crunch in irritation at yourself. you try to shake the thoughts away, to bane the small whispers of ‘it’s okay, sweetheart, i’ll take care’a your apartment. you just work hard.’ that have been stained into your filthy head ever since you moved in. suna was so kind to buy you this place, to take from his money that he could use on his family- all for a measly young adult to have a good place to stay.
before you’re aware you’re grabbing at your phone and pressing ‘call’ under his name. you sigh, tired eyes fluttering into the air. his voice is so tired when he answers, so gruff and mean- but the words are so soft that you could just, slip a hand through the waistband of-
“ sweetheart, it’s late.” he mumbles. you swear you can hear the pitter patter of rain louder- but you ignore it. “what’re you doing up?” he asks. you can hear a smile. you explain how you can’t sleep, how your mind is keeping you up and the horrid grin on his face makes guilt pool in his stomach. all he does as you speak is hum; “oh baby” , “poor angel” , “uhuh? oh no.” in that tired voice. you feel warmth pool into places it shouldn’t- and hear an abrasive knock on your door. you stand straight up in your skimpy shorts and baby tee- cold flooring unkind to you as you hop around to open up.
he’s so fucking big, too big for you. he smiles down at you with those beautiful green eyes and slight smile lines- the salt and pepper hair he sports graced with the nightly showers. he hugs you, big arms taking up your whole back and picking you up altogether before bumping the door closed with his hips. he places you on the counter- softly, but not for long- before his lips mesh into yours. those big hands, covering your clothed heat and thumb tantalisingly slow to show you any attention.
“ ‘can’t sleep, rin’ “ he mocks you. the same words you used to get him over here- the same words he’s uttering as he takes his free hand to force you into his lips. “needy little baby, huh? ‘s all you are.” he mumbles. his hand moves, parting your lips to deposite a glob of his own saliva on your awaiting tongue with a vulgar ‘ splat!’. “ swallow, right fucking now,” he commands. you obey, of course, earning a sweet smile as his belt falls to the floor and his lips mesh into yours again. “so good,” he moans, “ best fuck in the world, baby. my sweet little whore.”
@renardiererin my love, this one’s for u.
#I love older men.#😔 when tf is it my turn to be picked up by a rich sexy older man#HUH?? WHENS IT MY TURN?#old men💚#pea’s favs#pea loves suna
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Sorry y’all I came back and dipped 😔 unfortunately I’m still a school going bitch and working
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OMG COD MEN. which one do u think would adore bat anon the most i am in LOVE with ghost i wanna climb that man like a tree
MMMMMMM. Ghost aligns with u mizz batty pls I can see it
Giant stoic man who lets you fuck with him, climb on him, annoy him do whatever tf you want until he tells you to knock it off. The juxtaposition of you two is just MM catastrophic and beautiful
#EEEK GHOST A#those clips of him like standing over ppl#me next#shoot me in my face next please#PLEASE GHOST#bat anon#pea loves cod#pea answers stuff
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I’m in my cod men feels 😔
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Nice to see you back pea, it's Lamby anon :D
Hi lamby 😋 it feels nice to be back
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