10 people i'd like to get to know ⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

thank you for tagging me @coolchickblog ❤︎⁠

- last song: my all - mariah carey

- currently watching: the OC

- current obsession: leopard print, big sunglasses, david lynch, and 90s rock (love love love temple of the dog)

- currently reading: jackie: public, private, secret by j. randy taraborrelli

- currently working on: organizing my space and getting back into girlblogging

- currently wearing: university t-shirt and plaid pj shorts

- last google search: adult ballet classes near me

- favorite flower: can't choose between roses, lilies, and peonies

⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ tags: @blushribbon @cinnamqn3 @bowwiees @betsyflores @chicach3rryc0lalime @bambidolli777x @lipglossandlacee @whimsyyangel @dolly-lina @petal-purre

10 people i’d like to get to know ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

ty for tagging me @lilac-fairyy

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ tags: @fawnsbabydoll @stargirl6969 @sparklingsonderingdeer @buttonlace @strongbabydoll999 @epiclittlel6dy @kqvsn15 @l1ttle-lady6ug @perpetuaqtpie @prettyp1nkmushr0oms

thank u Sara I love you 🩷🩷🩷🩷 @chicach3rryc0lalime

@sparklingsonderingdeer @salvatore----girl @springfairey @gogeturlobotomia @worstangelalive @sincereleedoll @sincerelycrescent @annikalately @mayjailerjumpropequeen @maithaofthezora

Tysm @strongbabydoll999 <3333

● last song - Nina, pretty ballerina- ABBA

● currently watching - heartstopper (rewatch)

● current obsession - Priscilla, girlblogging, the virgin suicides

● currently reading- the virgin suicides

● currently working on - my novel ♡♡♡

● currently wearing - a ugly red jumper and pink shorts

● last Google search- ao3 .....

● fave flower - Lillie's, Daisies, tulips ♡♡♡

@dr3amerlove @paranoiddollie @cruelgirll @frizzycurls @g0rgelle-fatale @michellebelle00 @hanboncinnabon @holymolyitssam @rubyrubieruby @rayainterrupted111 @chicdeliciousweetart @maneaterc

Thank you so much @salvatore----girl 🩷🪽

10 people I’d like to get to know

•last song: off to the races- Lana Del Rey

•currently watching: rewatching Gilmore Girls

•current obsession: One Direction, Micheal Jackson, Priscilla and Elvis

•currently reading: re-reading the dirt

•currently working on: an oil painting of Elvis, a baby doll dress (I haven’t even designed it yet help)

•currently wearing: ADORABLE denim shorts, a red top and a silver studded belt

•last Google search: Victoria secret jobs (🫩)

•fave flower: roses, babies breath, tulips

Tags: @coraxoxo @unicmagicalkunt @angel4ever333 @dolli33 @cinnamonbunny111 @girl-blogging-angel-xoxo @epiclittlel6dy @hellokittylipbalm @brunettebombshellsworld @bunnymaysblog

10 people id like to know! (I accidentally went a little over sorry 😭) thanks for the tag!!

• last song: sympathy for the devil by Radiohead

• currently watching: supernatural (first watch) and it has consumed my whole being

• current obsession: Sam Winchester 😭 I love that man

• currently reading: pucking wild by Emily Rath

• currently working on: writing poetry and a book! (+fanfic ofc)

•currently wearing: a black and pink supernatural top with my pink spiderman/hello kitty fluffy pants

• supernatural cc sims 4 (im trying to make their universe 😭)

•fav flower: wisteria and iris’

tags!: @luvlymayas @applepieandcupcakess @orbleton @lovelycurlygirl @ellie-the-sunshinescribbler @cherryontopdotcom @turkishwh0re @dishwashingmisandrist @myiconislizzygrant @ladysydneyevamarie @inarticulatedoll @tianna-yay @nellsnorm @lovergirl-3-3-3

thanks for tagging me @sincereleedoll & @girl-blogging-angel-xoxo !!

last song: guns and roses by lana

currently watching: grease and the outsiders!! (for the second time)

current obsession: johnny cade + ponyboy curtis i love my boys :( , lizzy grant, and every single one of my pinterest boards <3

currently reading: a JFK biography

currently working on: a johnnyboy fanfic on ao3!!

currently wearing: white sweater, black shorts, flip flops, and black glasses

last google search: ocd test woahhhhh

favorite flower: probably rosesss

@chuu-chuu-train @urluvlyparis @strawb3rry-eat3r @justacheeser @jfklamb @hummingkittiz @ch3rryscentdbby @millie42 @manicuredrot @fawnnbeauty @epiclittlel6dy @dolledbunnytail

thx for the tag!!

last song: around you - loona

currently watching: skins

current obsession: zelda (botw and totk)

currently reading: the goldfinch

currently working on: some shitty sidlink painting

currently wearing: heart locket, pink floral print shirt, yuri/yaoi bracelet (peak i know), polka dot skirt, white tights, mary janes

last google search: cast of luca (i recognized albertos voice and wasn't didn't know from where)

favorite flower: adahlia

tags: @rigatoniorsomething @xxxlasombramidnightxxx @nxtglow @helovesmyheartshapedsunglasses13 @kwatzaya @sillyguyz4ever

ty for the tag!!

last song: forever now - green day

currently watching: uhhh nothing rn but i gotta finish watching my name and bridgerton s2 (i skipped it when rewatching🥹)

current obsession: franchaela my lesbians

currently reading: toa the dark prophecy

currently working on: my unfinished school projects + studying for the 4 tests I'll have to do tomorrow

currently wearing: black shirt + my school uniform pants

last google search: trials of apollo books bc i only knew the names in my native language and i forgot which one i was reading😭

favorite flower: idk i like peonies but im not sure they're my favorite i used to have a favorite but i forgot

no pressure tags: @whatsupenchiladas @cordybiceps @glenniferrhee @shipmxnr + open tags so feel free to hop in if you see this!!

thank u for the tag

last song: heat lighting by mitski

currently watching: sherlock and brigerton

current obssesion: valgrace (its worse guys)

currently reading: wrath of the triple goddess

currently working on: staying with my shit together and not to keep thinking about my problems (or I'll probably have a burnout or lots anxiety attacks).... and, yeah, school projects

currently wearing: pjs and socks

last google search: undertale soul quiz (o really want to know even though i've never played the game and don't know anything about it)

favorite flower: no idea

@circesnymph57 @the-yaoi-princess @sharks-are-better-than-people @starfaringmagpie @oeleruathechronicallyillasshole @googoopoop @redghostnicco @iamthe-veil-thatyou-pierced @totallynotluna @dossquared @lesbeanfailure @unicornskittlesblog @wearingpants

thanks for the tag :3

last song: bottom by mccafferty

currently watching: rewatching 'arcane' + am almost finished 'everything now'

current obsession: my OCs + project hail mary + riordanverse + art

currently reading: mark of athena (3rd heroes of olympus book) + sharks of the world: a complete guide (600 pages with details of all the shark species currently discovered, they update it every 7 years or so so that it's up to date)

currently working on: improving my singing, guitar and art skills + making a twins at the carousel stop-start animation of my OCs

currently wearing: pyjamas (plaid green trousers and a grey long sleeved top)

last google search: *insert the name of where i'm going on a residential (i'm not doxxing myself)*

favorite flower: thistle, dandelion or sunflower

no pressure tags: @acreatureinyourwalls @duckwithdeviousintent @forever-eternally-raven @musiicpix3l @potted-plant-official + whoever wants to join (i'm bad at remembering usernames, sorry!)

casually joins because,,, yeagh,,,

last song: cool by morris day & the time

currently watching: friends

current obsession: parliament funkadelic my belovedddd,,,,

currently reading: I don't read much but the last book I finished was the perks of being a wallflower

currently working on: learning how to make kandi, improving my mental health, etc

currently wearing: pink tank top and shorts that I've had for Ever

last google search: "what do bootsy's eyes look like" (💀)

favorite flower: lavender!!!!!!!!

npt : @heartattackinblackdye @l0calanimall0ver + open tags ^_^

Last song: Rose Red (OUATIS ver) by The Mechanisms

Currently watching: a lot of fucking YouTube videos

Current obsession: The Mechanisms, Leviathan Trilogy, my wife

Currently reading: last book I read was Lackadaisy volume 2

Currently working on: sleep, drawing, not being a depressed pos

Wearing: Hadestown shirt and briefs

Last google search: how to add a second proxy in pluralkit

Favorite flower: daylilies

Npt: @wheezecheese @the-lotus-files @the-diary-of-a-moody-teenager +open

last song: Night changes by One Direction

Currently watching: Arcane (again)

Current obsession: Six of crows

Currently working on : Fixing my ability to sleep, learning about wolves, and drawing

Wearing: Gloves, sweatpants, t-shirt and flannel

last google search: No clue my history doesn't save and I forgot

Favorite flowers: None (I'm boring)

@kaiissillyingmeowmeow

@kassia244

@dont-let-me-kms

@coffee--spill

@astro1343556

@spark-the-angel-dragon

@th3deadmanwalking

bleed- amotti

watching - uh idk nothing really

Obsession- a Roblox shooter

Currently working on- physical/mental health

Wearing- shorts and my blanket lol

Last google search- oil change kit

Uhhh @cr1ms0n-gh0st114 @th3deadmanwalking @sixfootraven @kassia244 @ajolteonnamedsparky @icarus-the-dragon @in-the-forge @velvet-dragonfly @leafwing-life @starling-is-trying @dragonprincessactual @collectivemusings and open tags

@carn3lian-claws @galactic-credentials @1dabean1 @zeldafloof @kipper7 @whitestreamrct2 @th3deadmanwalking @halogen-awawawa @bee-in-spaceee @corvid-crimes-007

ooooh, ty for the tag!!!!!

@fallen-media @cgsdraws @charlattecafe @rawrdragonblah @th3-h13r0phant @whitestreamrct2 @krismas15 @hero-of-eating-rocks @marbled-pulse @wynndexandformaldyhyde @alterhuman36

Thanks for the tag Halo!

Last song: Blow My Brain Out by Tikkle Me

Currently Watching: nothing

Current obsession; tloz

Currently reading: various fanfics.

Currently working on: master sword

Currently wearing; tank top and shorts

Last google search: archiveofourown

Fav flower: Aqua and Seth iykyk

Tagging:

@athena010507 @akitosmitosisfather @a-field-of-dead-and-dying @shoeshavesouls @sarcasticsummerchild @sam-hyperfixates-a-lot @sallyisveryloopy @sk1nek0 @nevertellmetheodds07 @quickdeathwritessometimes

thank you for the tag!! Last song: These Strange Times by Fleetwood Mac Currently watching: again, nothing Current obession: batman! currently reading: nothing right now currently working on: embroidery! currently wearing: blue flannel and ink-stained jorts last google search: "is savant derogatory" (context: was watching a video about an autistic character ((mel king from the pitt)) and heard the phrase "idiot savant" but only heard the "savant" part of it. "idiot savant" is derogatory and should not be used.) fav flower: calla lilies no pressure tags: @infinity-77 @lanawinterscigarettes @of-apollo @arichronistic

Thanks for the taggggg!

Currently watching: iron lung

current obsession: khandi

Currently reading: rereading tmr again lol

currently working on: training for my 1500m swim

currently wearing: navy blue cargo sweatpants and a tan tank top

last google search: When does mw4 come out?

fave flower: daisies

@kugisakinobaradesu @alwan-suhailav-gazagz @sidequest-official @mrsmp28 @arichronistic @sylveonsweety-official @paleteriaorion57 @teyaisaroace @orienteddreamerrr @unspeakablearchives @naoyasbunny NO PRESSUREEEEE!

Thank you @infinity-77 for the tag! <3

Last Song: Dizziful Bliss by Lemon Demon

Currently Watching: None

Current Obsession: Vocaloid and Papa Louie

Currently Reading: None (planning to read Shadow Reaper by Lynette Noni)

Currently Working On: Too much stuff to count

Currently Wearing: Anime tee and leggings

Last Search: Does Lemon Demon have a song with the lyrics everybody likes you

Fav Flower: Bluebell

Tagging: @korilovestreble @muddaisy @zcalene @excavatedskull @bigleongoatwata @harmlessplant Not forcing anyone, just wanted to hop onto this!

thanks for le tag bruh

Last song: I don't know

Currently Watching: My dad driving us home (sorry I don't watch any series 🥹)

Current obssesion:

TREBLE

Currently reading: my phone

Currently working on: a drawing for cat

Currently wearing: uuhm le shirt 👔 but without tie and long sleeves and black jeans

Last search: Treble papa louie

Fav Flower: that one

cham okmil

I tag @zcalene @watercat72 @papasscooperiaitsfreakinggoated @lavylilac

thanks for the tag!

currently watching: Sailor moon (OG)

last song: Hey Ya! by OutKast

current obsession: Papa Louie, pokemon, and sailor moon

currently reading: the sailor moon manga (do we see a pattern on my fav anime?)

currently working on: stupid math online school

currently wearing: middle school graduation tee and shorts

last search: “what is the worst sleeping position you can be in” the answer was your stomach, by the way.

fav flower: none. I’m not too much of a gardener type of guy.

I tag: @cheesepizzafish @firebird64dd @sana345r @videogameabortion

what the SHIT. why am i in this WHY AM I HERE!!!!!!!!! thank you

last song - flay my skin by crustsox

currently watching - nothing ive finished everything ive watched. my favorite movie though is project hail mary

current obsession - mathony b sneffary. Mathonyyy......... I love uouu..... ugly freak.... compile gentoo with me mathony.....

currently reading - linux for dummies all in one. deadass

currently working on - animation. drawing. Fun! Happy!

currently wearing - a madoka magica shirt and jeans with bracelets a pocket chain and a carabiner that has my blade and an arch linux bootable usb

last search - artful die of death. i was drawing him

fav flower - lavender

uhhh i pickkkk. @feralrabbitboy @oddpossumcreature

ouuu hello hehehehe ty for the tag

last song - don't remind me (car seat headrest. obviously)

currently watching - not watching any shows but ive been getting more pretentious with movies. last thing i watched was 12 angry men which was really good

current obsession - car seat headrest album joe's story!!!!!

currently reading - nothing...

currently working on - joe/trait fanfiction that i published to ao3...... it's my current pride and joy

currently wearing - blue checkered boxers and white socks. also two chains i guess

last search - kaixo how to pronounce (which is hello in basque, a language i dont speak)

fav flower - uhmm idk man i like forget-me-nots go my faggot tags @wormsinmousetraps @beachweek idk who else im scared i just picked people id throw rocks at

i love having rocks thrown at me 🫶🫶

last song - white teeth teens by lorde

currently watching - house and community,,, i love abed man

current obsession - idk homestuck?? csh?? nothing really atm

currently working on - first part of a comic i plan on releasing next year yayyy

currently wearing - blue tank and grey shorts

last search - jeopardy answer format (im doing a crossword)

fav flower - hyacinths or chaconias

taggots : @loveandobsession648 @hayleyw1lliams @the-colors-of-venus @tori-toledo @sixfootraven @spiderpuppy67 + open tagsss (sorry if i forgot you i still love yall)

Ty 4 the tag 😙

Last song - xo by fall out boy

Currently watching - supernatural (started season three!!)

Current obsession - reading emo yaoi about men who are 40 💔

Currently working on - bedazzling my sketchbook cover and drawing

Currently wearing - PYJAMAS IM A LAZY CHUD 🙏

Last search - connections the New York Times game

Fav flower - idk I like most flowers 🥺 my favessss are probably lilies or lupins or forget me nots

@averys-a-loser @stabbythebosscat @loveandobsession648 @vampirekittykat13 @sh3epishwolves @veryprettyodd @slzzpy-peachez @localnoname @ghostflower99 @getagripcole @runningfromdragonflies @planetxpluto

+open!!

yayyyy!! tag game!!

last song - all i wanted by paramore

currently watching - heartstopper movie😓 plz dont judge i just wanted to see how it ended bc that was my shit in middle school

current obsession - eating chocolate while crying to ryden edits on my phone

currently working on - literally nothing (EDIT: IM CURRENTLY WORKING ON GETTING THAT ONE PANIC! MAGAZINE FROM BARNES AND NOBLE)

currently wearing- pajamas too because i just woke up

last search- when is the world cup final

fav flower- white tiger lily

tags (open/optional)- @capetown-devotee @ddcfreaxx @frankieslj @lawsluvaffair @m1ndfuck3d4ndt0uchst4rv3d @ryroventlove @strangedarlinggg @time3dance @yaoimaxxer48

hiii thanks for the tag!

last song- after the last midtown show by tai

currently watching- lovely complex🥹

current obsession- bunch of friends😸😸

currently working on- a ryden genderbend fic

currently wearing- a strokes t shirt and some shorts

last search- the academy is concerts 2026

fav flower- stargazer lilies

tags (not forcing) @thedivineamber @beebosexybutt @iluvstrawberriessomuch @popisoluver @myunhealthybandobsession @ihatetoast

thankyou for the tag!!

last song- walz (better than fine) by fiona apple

currently watching- buffy the vampire slayer and doctor who

current obsession- bunch of friends 😋

currently working on- making a film of my summer and gifts for my friends

currently wearing- stripy pink&brown shirt and shorts and wallace and gromit socks

last search- list of supermarket chains in the united kingdom

fav flower- droopy ones like fuschias or wisteria

tags, optional ofc 💗 @pearldiver09 @strawberrydiequiriiiiiii @bennett9 @dessasink @cybrbat @ziggyzoomer @ximenasbrokencd ok bubye :P

tysm for the tag!! 💗

last song: big news day- annabelle dinda

currently watching: the summer hikaru died

current obsession: bunch of friends!!!

currently working on: writing songs & articles for my writing blog and doing art fight

currently wearing: brown coat, jeans, wool socks

last search: youtube to mp4 converter

fav flower: daffodil

TAGS (completely optional) @kittercritter @coymixx @ur-fav-disapointment @umm0lly @absoluteconfusionanddespair

ok yay bye 🎉🎉

thanks for the tag!!!

last song: hey brendon - ayesha erotica

currently watching: attack on titan (i am like 20 episodes from finishing :D)

current obsession(s): bunch of friends, falsettos

currently working on: like 2 million bof fics

currently wearing: grey t-shirt, blue jeans, and socks

last search: emma nolan/joy kwon ao3

fav flower: bellflowers

TAGS (sorry if you’ve already been tagged): @vamposcs @gallatrick @nightlyaftertoons @hanboncinnabon @averyareyoudoneyet

AH TYSM FOR THE TAG

last song: you make loving fun - fleetwood mac

currently watching: ER (im on season 3 episode 13 i think)

current obsession(s): BUNCH OF FRIENDSSS oh and fleetwood mac

currently working on: a lot of bof fics

currently wearing: my snoopy pj set

last search: stevie nicks and lindsey buckingham relationship timeline

fav flower: pink tulips

ah ok so so sorry if youve been tagged already @holymultiverse @defectiv3duck @salmonfissh @airsdoodle

omigod yay i love these things

last song- cigarette smoke by olivia rodrigo (😭)

currently watching- well i finished rewatching next to normal like twenty minuites ago (again) (i sobbed my guts out) (i love that musical so much) so like that i guessess

current obsessions - next to normal, leviticus, yspsfagsil, and the fact that i go to theatre camp tomorrow (!!!)

currently working on - packing for camp (i leave tommorow and am a notorious overpacker) also painting my backpack because i paint everything oops

currently wearing - dance studio pants and my sports bra ✌️ oh yea

last search - vulcan neck pinch (dont ask ok)

fav flower - RED CARNATION OMIGOD

ook yippe i really love doing those

@itsian4 @oddandalarmingsexualfeelings @darlingxxdeer @wishbonesnclovers @anotherlonelydancer @monk3y-f33t @ariaxuwr @pete-da-cat @spongydust @imkindasleepdeprived @lauren-does-stuff @scribbledstars16

aa bai <3

yayay i love these, thanks for tagging me <3

last song: "belong to someone" from the lost boys (it's my current on-repeat song, i'm literally listening to it as i write this lol)

currently watching: nothing much honestly, though i did rewatch hamilton a little while ago if that counts

current obsessions: next to normal, hadestown, bunch of friends (also my fic idea if that counts)

currently working on: said n2n fic, summer homework (😔)

currently wearing: my pajamas (😭), some shirt i got from a competition + gray shorts

last search: how does generalized anxiety manifest in teens (it's for fic research ok)

fav flower: baby's breath and pink hibiscus

@i-love-multiple-ppl @akarie23 @rose-gm-2910 @torturedshowgirldpt @missmoonlight1997 @rotatingcrustacean @felixisalwayztweaking @amasiuspalace + whoever else

TY @wishbonesnclovers 4 tagging me!!

last song: Maroon by Taylor Swift ♥️

currently watching: outerbanks! just finished season 4 with my brother and currently waiting on season 5 🥹🥹

current obsessions: cabaret, hadestown, outerbanks, the outsiders, football (larped so hard im going to watch club football soon)

currently working on: nothing lmao, i mean i have ideas buttt idkkk

currently wearing: my pajamas! its 12 am 🫶🫶

last search: drew starkey bleached eyebrows (it wouldnt have looked bad if he had just used some toner 💔💔)

fav flower: Asian bleeding heart! so pretty!

tags: @ziggysbolterxx, @rafesdaydream, @kirikoisreal, @rafesribbon, @izzyapricot, @trans-marvin, @punishyourlocalbrat, @catsandantiques + anyone else !!

holy shittt is this long lol 🤭 anyways tysm for tagging me @torturedshowgirldpt

last song: the knife by gracie abrams (everyone go listen to daughter from hell rn 👹)

currently watching: bridgerton s1 (again bc it is the best season, i will not take no for an answer, bring daphne backkkkk), also a bonus: random dance moms clips on yt bc it is the most entertaining thing ever 🤭😭

current obsessions: rafe cameron (this is a given at any point in time), gracie abrams (also a given), about you by the 1975 (idk if that counts but that song is sooo good), daydreaming (i mean 😭), edited but DREW'S EYEBROW GAP #bringing awareness

currently working on: all the requests in my inbox (i promise ill get to them all), western nights part four anyone? 👀

currently wearing: my pjs bc they're all i wear when im home lol

last search: crazy girl gracie abrams lyrics lmao 😭 (its so good i need it on streaming rn gracie)

fav flower: red roses (ik ik im so boring but i feel like roses are so overrated in a way that no one really loves them anymore so im here to fix that), also like lotuses (idk how to spell the plural 😃)

this ended up being a whole rant 🥲

no pressure tags 🏷️: @kooksandpearls , @babydollrafe , @sweettoothrafe , @drewslacebunny , @rafeysvenicebitch , @kissmeuntil , @lettersfromtheocean , @rafecameronarchive , @doeeyedbtch , @shotofespressoo , @kenzgraceluv26

Holy this is long...

Tysm for tagging me @rafesdaydream♡

Tags: @nshmrfilez @misschillyy @poguesvintage @rudsbloom @aubreylovesombr @teacup-thoughts @littlehargrove21 @ririsaltar @polaroidpankow @pankowsprincess

awww thank you for tagging me angel <3

tags: @boyfiefleur @cloveswifey @ibeetlebum @uzmacchiato @morguesiren @muntitled @harrrrystylesslut

and whoever else would like to join!

‧˚꒰ — Rafe Cameron .ᐟ

𝟎𝟏. Underground AU - Boxer!rafe

𝟎𝟐. Gold AU - s2!rafe

𝟎𝟑. Redline AU - Racer!rafe

𝟎𝟒. After Hours AU - AH!rafe

𝟎𝟓. Smut:

fav meal titty sucking use me toxic love (baby daddy rafe x ex!pouge!reader) equilibrium jealousy embarrassed aftercare high 'n needy gbye, soul rafe loves recording when you guys have sex prof!rafe likes you a little too much (headcanons)

𝟎𝟔. Fluff:

sluggy home ec hair v/s genes puppy eyes immunity(dad!rafe x teacher!reader) mission secure a date with you..complete! (dad!rafe x teacher!reader)

𝟎𝟕. p!links pt i p!links pt ii

‧˚꒰ — Off Campus .ᐟ

𝟎𝟏. Dean Di Laurentis

𝟎𝟐. John Logan

𝟎𝟑. Garrett Graham

‧˚꒰ — Boys of Tommen .ᐟ

𝟎𝟏. Gerard "Gibsie" Gibson

𝟎𝟐. Joey "Stud" Lynch

𝟎𝟑. Johnny "Bulldozer" Kavanagh

‧˚꒰ — Multifandom .ᐟ

𝟎𝟏. Headlock

𝟎𝟐. Size Kink

‧˚꒰ — Specials.ᐟ

𝟎𝟏. House of Balloons - Writing Marathon

𝟎𝟐. Valentines Specials

𝟎𝟑. Riri's 1.1K followers Special :3

‧˚꒰ — Headcanons .ᐟ

𝟎𝟏. Boyfriend Headcanons

𝟎𝟐. Coffee Details

© ririsaltar

dividers by @uzmacchiato <3

“ow.”

“i haven’t even put it in yet.”

“then why does it already hurt?” you pout.

you’re flat on your back, legs hiked up, hands gripping the sheets like you’re about to be launched into orbit. dean is between your thighs, hovering on his elbows, his chest still heaving from the five minutes of frantic kissing that got you here. he’s golden all over—tanned skin, sweat-slick shoulders, that stupidly perfect hair already falling into his eyes. and his dick. hard. thick. pressing against your entrance like it’s trying to negotiate entry.

you haven’t done this in a week. not ‘cause anything’s wrong. he just had a match, a week long one. and now he’s here. saturday morning, sun bleeding through the curtains just right and he’s got that look in his eyes. the one that says: 

‘i’ve-been-thinking-about-this-for-seven-straight-days’

except.

it doesn’t fit.

“did you get bigger?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

he blinks down at you. “what, like my dick went to the gym while i was gone?”

you smack his shoulder. “i’m serious! it never felt like a fucking pillar before.”

“maybe your pussy got shy. it missed me. it’s clamping up like a clam.”

“maybe your ego expanded so much it pushed all the blood flow south.”

he grins, slow and lazy, and kisses your collarbone. “god i missed you.”

you soften,smile curling your lips again. “i missed you too. just not...like this. impaled on a pillar.”

he snorts, then drops his forehead to your chest, groaning dramatically.

“this is tragic. my girl can’t take my dick anymore. how will we survive.”

“we could just cuddle. like normal people.”

he lifts his head, scandalised. “cuddle? baby.  fuck no. i literally flew nine hours. i ate airplane pasta for you. you can’t take this from me.”

you burst out laughing. “what? what does airplane pasta have to do with anything?”

“everything. it was ass. i suffered. now i need my reward.”

you wipe your eyes, still laughing softly. “you’re so dramatic.”

but then you look at him proper – messy hair, pink cheeks, that sharp jawline, the way his eyes are soft even when he’s teasing. and you want him. even if it hurts a little. even if you’re tight and out of practice and your body forgot how to relax around him.

you bite your lip. “what if...we just leave it in. for a bit.”

his eyebrows shoot up. “you mean cockwarming?”

you roll your eyes. “don’t make it weird.”

“you want to sit on my dick like a lil’ space heater. say it.”

“dean.”

“fine, fine.”

he laughs, but he obliges. slowly – agonisingly slowly – he pushes in just the tip. then a little more. you hiss, and he stops immediately, his voice dropping soft.

“you okay?”

you nod, breathless. “just....thick. too thick. you’re like a freaking light post.”

he snickers. “and you’re a stale croissant. tight and unyielding.”

“that’s not sexy.”

“you’re not sexy.”

“take it back.”

“no.”

but then he leans down and kisses your forehead with a loud smooch. his hand comes up to stroke your hair, fingers threading through the tangles. and he doesn’t move – not a single thrust – just stays there, buried inside you to the hilt, his weight a warm, solid pressure.

“this is kinda nice,” you whisper.

“i know. you’re warm. like a little oven.”

you flick his forehead, but you’re smiling. his eyes are closed, his breathing evening out. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he hums, content.

you fall asleep like that – him still inside, you curled around him, both of you finally still. and when you wake up the next morning?

oh yup.

it fits juuuuuust fine now.

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💌: you can't convince me dean would not call you a stale croissant.

“ow.”

“i haven’t even put it in yet.”

“then why does it already hurt?” you pout.

you’re flat on your back, legs hiked up, hands gripping the sheets like you’re about to be launched into orbit. dean is between your thighs, hovering on his elbows, his chest still heaving from the five minutes of frantic kissing that got you here. he’s golden all over—tanned skin, sweat-slick shoulders, that stupidly perfect hair already falling into his eyes. and his dick. hard. thick. pressing against your entrance like it’s trying to negotiate entry.

you haven’t done this in a week. not ‘cause anything’s wrong. he just had a match, a week long one. and now he’s here. saturday morning, sun bleeding through the curtains just right and he’s got that look in his eyes. the one that says: 

‘i’ve-been-thinking-about-this-for-seven-straight-days’

except.

it doesn’t fit.

“did you get bigger?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

he blinks down at you. “what, like my dick went to the gym while i was gone?”

you smack his shoulder. “i’m serious! it never felt like a fucking pillar before.”

“maybe your pussy got shy. it missed me. it’s clamping up like a clam.”

“maybe your ego expanded so much it pushed all the blood flow south.”

he grins, slow and lazy, and kisses your collarbone. “god i missed you.”

you soften,smile curling your lips again. “i missed you too. just not...like this. impaled on a pillar.”

he snorts, then drops his forehead to your chest, groaning dramatically.

“this is tragic. my girl can’t take my dick anymore. how will we survive.”

“we could just cuddle. like normal people.”

he lifts his head, scandalised. “cuddle? baby.  fuck no. i literally flew nine hours. i ate airplane pasta for you. you can’t take this from me.”

you burst out laughing. “what? what does airplane pasta have to do with anything?”

“everything. it was ass. i suffered. now i need my reward.”

you wipe your eyes, still laughing softly. “you’re so dramatic.”

but then you look at him proper – messy hair, pink cheeks, that sharp jawline, the way his eyes are soft even when he’s teasing. and you want him. even if it hurts a little. even if you’re tight and out of practice and your body forgot how to relax around him.

you bite your lip. “what if...we just leave it in. for a bit.”

his eyebrows shoot up. “you mean cockwarming?”

you roll your eyes. “don’t make it weird.”

“you want to sit on my dick like a lil’ space heater. say it.”

“dean.”

“fine, fine.”

he laughs, but he obliges. slowly – agonisingly slowly – he pushes in just the tip. then a little more. you hiss, and he stops immediately, his voice dropping soft.

“you okay?”

you nod, breathless. “just....thick. too thick. you’re like a freaking light post.”

he snickers. “and you’re a stale croissant. tight and unyielding.”

“that’s not sexy.”

“you’re not sexy.”

“take it back.”

“no.”

but then he leans down and kisses your forehead with a loud smooch. his hand comes up to stroke your hair, fingers threading through the tangles. and he doesn’t move – not a single thrust – just stays there, buried inside you to the hilt, his weight a warm, solid pressure.

“this is kinda nice,” you whisper.

“i know. you’re warm. like a little oven.”

you flick his forehead, but you’re smiling. his eyes are closed, his breathing evening out. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he hums, content.

you fall asleep like that – him still inside, you curled around him, both of you finally still. and when you wake up the next morning?

oh yup.

it fits juuuuuust fine now.

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💌: you can't convince me dean would not call you a stale croissant.

the last srchhh of his skates against the ice finally stopped, and you leaned against the boards, watching garrett coast to a halt. the rink lights had already dimmed, the zamboni humming somewhere in the distance, but he was still out here in the rink.

he caught your eye and grinned. that grin. the one that made your stomach flip every damn time. stupidly cute. stupidly effective.

"couldn't leave yet, huh?" he called, voice echoing off the empty stands. he skated toward you, stopping just short, close enough that you could smell the ice and salt and him.

you shook your head, smiling despite yourself. "you're the one who's still in your gear, genius."

"mm." he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the boards, his face level with yours.

"but you waited for me."

it wasn't a question. his hand came up, gloved fingers brushing your hair. "come on. help me shower."

your heart kicked. "that's not a good idea—"

"yes it is." he hopped over the boards with practiced ease, landing right beside you. "we've got the whole place to ourselves. no one's coming back ‘til morning." he pulled off his gloves, dropped them with a thud, and cupped your cheek. "please? i've been thinking about you since practice started."

his thumb traced your lower lip.

you lost.

×

steam billowed as hot water hit the floor, fogging the room. garrette had his jersey off before you could blink, undershirt following, revealing the lean planes of his chest and his happy trail disappearing into his pants.

"your turn" he said, voice low, fingers already working at the buttons of your jeans.

you helped him push them down, then your underwear, the cold air making you shiver. he pulled you into the spray, the water hot against your skin, and pressed you against the cool tile.

"been thinking about this," he murmured against your throat, kissing down to your collarbone. "about you. here."

his hand slid between your legs, fingers finding you slick and ready. he groaned, burying his face in your neck. "fuck, you're already wet."

"shut up," you breathed, but you arched into his touch anyway.

he laughed softly, that stupid cute laugh, and sank to his knees. the water ran over his back, over his shoulders, as he kissed the inside of your thigh, then higher. his tongue found your clit, flat and warm, and you gasped, fingers tangling in his wet hair.

he took his time—slow, deliberate licks, then a finger, then two, curling inside you while his mouth worked you closer to the edge. the tile was slick under your palm, the steam thick, and all you could hear was the water and his quiet, satisfied hums.

"garrette–please-"

before you could say anything else he stood, water streaming down his face, his eyes dark. he kicked off his pants, his cock already hard and flushed and ready before he pressed you back against the wall. one hand braced beside your head, the other guiding himself to your entrance.

"you ready?" his voice was soft, almost a whisper.

you nodded, and he pushed in – slow, deep, a stretch that made you both moan. he stayed there for a moment, forehead against yours, just breathing.

then he started moving. steady thrusts, each one hitting deep, the water sluicing over your joined bodies. his mouth found yours, open and hungry, muttering sweet, dirty things between kisses.

"feel so good–so tight–fuck, the sounds you make-"

you clung to him, legs wrapping around his waist and he fucked you against the tile until you came undone – a sharp, throbbing release that made you cry out. he followed moments later, buried deep, his groan lost between the hiss of the shower and your shoulder.

when he stilled, he didn't pull out right away. just held you, face tucked into your neck, breathing hard. the water had started to cool, but neither of you moved.

"totally worth getting caught" he mumbled into your skin. and god help you – you could feel that stupid, adorable smirk of his against your neck.

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💌: he's so cute i just wanna tie him up 'n keep him to myself

you told yourself it was just a study break.

logan’s room was quiet except for the hum of the ac and the scratch of his pencil against his notebook. 

you were supposed to be going over his econ notes, but somewhere between “supply and demand” and the way his thigh pressed against yours on the bed, the textbook ended up on the floor.

now?

now, you’re straddling his lap, your skirt bunched around your hips, his cock buried deep inside you. he’s still holding his pencil. still got that half-finished problem on the page. but his other hand is splayed across your waist, heavy and warm, keeping you pressed down.

“you’re so still.” he murmurs, not looking up. like it’s a compliment.

you are. that’s the whole point. cockwarming – just sitting there, full of him, feeling every pulse and twitch deep inside your cunt. no thrusting. no frantic pace. just the weight of him, the stretch of his length and the way your inner walls adjust and grip without needing to be told.

his thumb traces a slow circle on your skin. “good girl.”

your breath hitches. he keeps writing. keeps working. like you’re just a piece of furniture he’s using as weight. except you can feel his cock hardening even more inside you, can feel the way his grip tightens when you clench involuntarily.

“logannn” you whine, voice barely there.

“shh.” he finally glances up, dark eyes locking onto yours. “you said you wanted to try this. so try this.”

twenty minutes later?

your thighs are starting to ache, your clit is throbbing with that dull, denied ache, and he's just sitting there, warm and thick and utterly unbothered while you feel like you're going out of your mind. 

"can we at least—" you start, grinding against him just a little.

"no." his tone is flat. "you wanted to feel full. feel full."

you let out a pathetic little groan, burying your face in his neck. "i didn't know it would take this long."

he finishes his problem set then. sets the pencil down. and in the next second both his hands are on your hips, guiding you in the smallest, laziest rock.

“you’re gonna come just from this,” he says, low and sure. “aren’t you?”

you can only nod, eyes half-closed, riding the slow burn with soft groans muffled in his neck. 

and he’s right. it takes forever. builds like a tide instead of a wave. and when it finally breaks – it’s not a scream – it’s a long, shuddering sigh, your cunt milking him while he stays utterly still, letting you take what you need.

when you collapse against his chest, he kisses the top of your head.

"next time," he says, "maybe you'll last longer before you start complaining."

you think you hate him.

but you also think you're already planning the next time.

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💌: i js know this man is perfect for cockwarming...😌

the first thing dean does is pin you against the door of his room, his body a wall of heat and smug intent. that signature smirk curves across his lips as his hands find your hips, thumbs digging into the sharp jut of bone.

"y’know what happens now, don't ya?"

he doesn't wait for an answer. 

his mouth is already on your neck, hot and wet, tongue tracing your pulse point before his teeth graze the skin.

you gasp and he chuckles against your throat in response, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine. his hands slide up your sides, pushing your shirt out of the way until your collarbone is bare. he doesn't waste time. he sucks hard, a purposeful, possessive pull that stings and aches in the best way. he pulls back just enough to admire the dark bloom spreading across your skin, his thumb rubbing over it with a satisfied hum.

"gonna mark you up so everyone knows." he murmurs, already diving lower. his lips find the curve of your shoulder, the hollow above your chest – he's methodical, leaving a trail of bruises in his wake. each one is a claim. his teeth scrape, his tongue soothes, and then he's sucking again, harder this time, until you're squirming under the pressure.

he pulls back to look at his work, eyes dark and half-lidded, that same infuriating smirk plastered on his face. "you like that, don't you?" he doesn't need an answer. 

he knows.

by the time he gets you on the bed, you're covered in hickeys. there's a deep red mark just below your jaw, one on the slope of your neck, a bite on the curve of your shoulder, another on the inside of your wrist where he'd pinned you down just moments ago. he's trailing his mouth down your stomach now, pausing to bite at your hipbone, leaving a fresh bruise that he laps at with his tongue.

"deeean," you whine, and he looks up at you through his lashes, smug as sin.

"one more" he says, like he's doing you a favor. his mouth closes over the soft skin of your inner thigh. he takes his time, sucking slow and deliberate, making sure it's deep. when he finally pulls away, he grins at the dark, angry mark he's left behind.

"perfect" he purrs, and then he's on top of you again, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his lips finding a fresh spot on your body to ruin.

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dean eating you out

dean breeding you when you're half-asleep

dean pounding into you, ft ass slaps

makeup sex w dean

dean fucking your brains out in the backseat of his car

dean using you as a fleshlight

giving dean a blowjob before riding him in his car

riding him after he's been teasing you all day long

dean loooooooves teasing you before fucking you

aftermath of rage-baiting him

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💌: a lil something while i work on reqs! <3

logan and his breeding kink

movie night aftermath

getting pounded in the bathroom by logan

riding logan when he's tired after practice

fucking you w his fingers

logan eating you out like it's his job

logan fucking you with your vibe

him fucking his cum back into you

big dick logan splitting your insides

fucking in the backseat of his car

breeding kink w him pt 2

grinding on his thigh

logan eating you out pt 2

pumping you full of him

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💌: me the whole time i was doing this - 🫦

you were sprawled across logan’s bed, legs kicked up against the headboard, scrolling through your phone while he sat at his desk, half-heartedly pretending to study. 

the conversation had drifted. like it always did with logan—from stupid shit your ex did to sex, and somehow landed on the one thing you’d never admitted to anyone.

“wait, wait, wait.” he spun around in his chair, textbook forgotten. 

“you’re telling me you’ve never-”

“squirted? no.” you rolled your eyes, not looking up from your phone. “it’s fake, logan. porn shit. girls fake it for views.”

he was quiet for exactly two seconds. then his chair rolled against the floor.

“the fuck y’mean it’s fake?”

you finally glanced up. he was standing now, arms crossed, jaw tight like you’d just insulted his entire bloodline in one sentence.

“i mean…” you said slowly, “that i’ve come before. orgasms are real. but squirting? that whole gushing thing? no chance. my ex tried once, ended up practically elbow-deep, and nothing happened. so i’m pretty sure it’s a myth.”

john’s eye twitched. like proper twitched when you insult a man’s beliefs. 

he walked over to the bed, grabbed your ankles, and yanked you flat before you could protest. your phone clattered onto the sheets.

“logan!” you squeak out in surprise, laughing softly. 

 “you’re telling me..” he said, voice low, “that some useless fuck tried to make you squirt, failed, and now you think it’s not real?”

“that’s...yeah, basically.”

he ran a hand through his hair, let out a breath, and then his gaze dropped to your hips like he was solving a fucking equation. “that’s offensive.”

“are you serious?” you snort, laughing at the look on his face.

“yeah! you’ve been walking around thinking your body can’t do something it absolutely can!” he climbed onto the bed, knees bracketing your hips, hands planted on either side of your head. 

“and that i’m gonna have to be the one to prove you wrong.”

you should’ve laughed. should’ve shoved him off and called him an idiot.

instead, your thighs pressed together. “log-”

“shut up.” but he said it softly, thumb brushing your jaw. “you trust me?”

you nodded before you could think.

his mouth found yours, deep and soft, like he was tasting you for the first time. his tongue slid against yours, and his hand traveled down, down, past your stomach, fingers curling under the waistband of your shorts.

“these need to go.” he murmured against your lips.

you lifted your hips, let him peel them off along with your panties. the cool air hit you, and you shivered, suddenly hyperaware of how wet you already were.

logan looked down. let out a low whistle.

“fuck. you’re soaked. just from talkin’ about it?”

heat crawled up your neck. “shut up.”

he grinned, not fading even as he settled between your legs, broad shoulders forcing them apart. his thumb found your clit without even looking – calloused, rough, rubbing lazy circles that made your back arch.

“’m gonna show you exactly what your body can do,” he said, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “and you’re gonna feel so good you forget every single idiot who couldn’t get it right.”

“logan – i’m telling you, it’s not gonna-”

he shoved two fingers inside you without warning. no build-up. no teasing. just the sudden stretch, the curl of his knuckles against your walls. you gasped, back arching.

"feel fake?" he pumped once, twice, watching your face. "feel good?"

"..yeah."

he shoved two fingers inside you.

the words died in your throat. your walls clenched around him, slick and hot, and he curled his fingers just right, pressing up against that spongy spot that made your vision blur.

“that feel fake to you?” he pumped slowly, watching your face. “feel good?”

“..yeah” followed by a breathy sound.

“good.” he added a third finger, stretching you open. the stretch burned in the best way, and you gasped, grabbing his hair on instinct. “i got you. just breathe.”

he kept a steady rhythm – in, out, curl. his palm slapped against your clit with every stroke, wet sounds filling the room. your legs tried to close, but he pinned your thighs over his shoulders, holding you open.

“thaaat’s it. you’re so fucking tight, baby. taking my fingers so well.” he murmured softly, eyes fixated on the way your hole was moving around his fingers.

he pulled his fingers out, and before you could complain at the loss, he lowered his head. his tongue dragged through your folds, flat and wet, then his mouth closed over your clit. he sucked hard, fingers still inside you, curling against that spongy wall.

then he pulled back, dragged his tongue down, and spat directly onto your clit. you cried out, fingers twisting in his hair. he looked up at you then, chin glistening, smirk sharp. 

"that got your attention."

his fingers resumed – fucking you fast now, three of them, while his mouth worked your clit in rough, sucking strokes. the pressure built like a dam about to break. your whole body trembled, legs shaking, hands fisting the sheets.

"i can't – i can't-"

"you can." his voice vibrated against your skin. "you're gonna squirt all over my hand, and i'm gonna watch you fall apart. c’mon."

he curled his fingers hard, hit that spot dead-on, and sucked your clit into his mouth at the same time.

your orgasm hit like a freight train. it gushed out of you – hot, uncontrollable, soaking his hand, your thighs, the sheets beneath. it kept coming, pulse after pulse, while you screamed into the crook of your arm. your whole body convulsed, vision white, ears ringing.

john didn't stop. he groaned against you, drinking it down, fingers still pumping you through it. when you finally collapsed, limp and trembling, he pulled back.

his palm was glistening. his chin and shirt were wet. he brought his fingers to his mouth, licked them clean, and grinned.

"still think it's fake?"

you couldn't even answer. just stared at the ceiling, chest heaving, thighs sticky and sore.

he leaned up finally, kissed your forehead, and whispered,

"good girl. told ya it's real."

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💌: meow

you’ve been at this alllllllll night. 

touching him, leaning too close for no reason, mouthing off just for the hell off. dean, rich fuck boy and now the most frustrated man at this party because of you.

dean’s jaw stayed tight. his eyes tracked you across the room like a predator sizing up prey – except you kept turning the tables, slipping out of reach, leaving him standing there with his drink going warm and his knuckles white around the plastic.

the fourth time you passed him, you let your hand brush his belt buckle, just barely. and you looked up, all innocence, and said:

“oops." followed with that innocent grin of yours.

something snapped in him.

he grabbed your wrist, not hard but firm, and pulled you into the narrow hallway leading to the bathrooms. the party thumped on behind you, but the corner was dimmer, the air thicker. he crowded you against the wall, one palm flat beside your head, the other still holding your wrist like he was keeping you from floating away.

“you think you’re real funny, don’t you?” his voice had dropped, roughened. the accent bled through stronger when he was pissed—or turned on. hard to tell which.

you licked your lips. “i think i’m hilarious.”

his laugh was short, breathless. “yeah? you think you can keep running that mouth all night?”

“i can keep running it wherever you want, di laurentis.”

that did it for his poor, half-dead patience.

he didn’t waste words. just hauled you into the bathroom, kicked the door shut, and locked it. the party noise went muffled, replaced by your heartbeat and the hum of the extractor fan. the tile was cold through your top as he pushed you back against the sink counter. his hands found your hips, gripped hard, and he pulled you against him so you could feel exactly what your teasing had done.

“see what you did?” he ground his hips forward. his cock pressed thick and hard through his jeans.

“this is your fault.”

you rolled your hips back, meeting him with a cheeky grin. “make me pay for it, then.”

he didn’t need a second invitation.

clothes flew off, fast. jeans chucked down, panties shoved aside, his cock springing free, the tip already slick. he didn’t bother building you up with fingers or tongue.

he just bent you over the sink, yanked your hips back, and pushed in without a warning.

you gasped, voice hitting a pitch that shocked you. he was big. stretching you wide, sinking deep in one smooth, merciless thrust. 

that bold, teasing front you’d worn all night? 

shredded. 

instantly. your mouth fell open, your hands scrambling to hold onto the sink for support

“oh–fuck–dean-”

he pulled out halfway and drove back in, the slap of skin obscenely loud in the small room that it forced a flush on your cheeks. 

“what was that?” he hadn’t even broken a sweat while his rhythm was already punishing. fast. deep. each impact punching a helpless noise out of you. 

“you had so much shit to say out there. go on. mouth off.”

you couldn’t.

your thoughts had scattered like startled birds. all that remained was the stretch, the burn, the fullness of him splitting you open. your voice came out in fragments, broken off on every inhale.

“dean–please–please-“

“please what?” he drove deeper, hitting a spot that made your knees buckle. “use your words, princess. you were so good at them before.” he taunted, hands gripping your hips tighter.

you tried. and failed. all you had were moans—pitched and climbing higher with every stroke.

his breath was hot against your ear as he leaned over your back. “that’s it. that’s what i wanted to hear. you all broken on my cock.”

you moaned, frantic, babbling something that might have been yes and more and please all tangled together into one syllable. your walls were clenching around him, desperate and greedy. you were so wet you could hear it, the slick sounds mixing with his grunts and your wrecked breathing.

he pulled out again, this time all the way, and you whined – a desperate, embarrassing sound. you needed him back inside. needed him to finish what he started.

“shh.” dean turned you around, lifted you onto the counter, spread your legs wide. his cock was glistening with you, angry red, veins straining. he lined himself up, pressed just inside the entrance, and held there. “you want it?”

“yeah.”

“you gonna be good?”

“yes, yes, yes-”

he pushed in again, and your head fell back against the mirror with a thud. the angle was deeper like this, hitting places that made your vision go white at the edges. your mouth stayed open, sounds spilling out unbidden, a litany of his name and swear words and half-formed pleas.

he watched you come apart with dark satisfaction. his thumb traced your lower lip, catching the whimper as it escaped.

“you talk too much,” he murmured. and then he shoved two fingers into your mouth.

not gentle. not teasing. a command.

your eyes went wide, but your jaw went slack, letting him in. your tongue curled around his knuckles, tasting salt and skin and the faint beer from his hands grabbing his beer bottle so tight it squeaked. he fucked your mouth with his fingers in time with his hips.

you couldn’t speak. only moan around him, wet and muffled, drool starting to slip down your chin.

“thaaat’s better.” he groaned, watching his fingers sink in and out of your lips.

“look at you. so pretty with something in your mouth. and your little cunt’s so tight, clamping down like it’s tryna milk me dry.”

you wanted to say something clever. but all that came was a desperate sound, your thighs trembling, your eyes watering.

he kept his fingers lodged deep, pressing down on your tongue, while he hammered into you from below. the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, coiling low in your belly, ready to snap. you tried to warn him, tried to say you were close, but with his fingers in your mouth it came out as garbled sounds.

a smirk crawled onto his face, blonde hair falling over his eyes. 

“yeah, you gonna come? do it. come on my dick. make a mess.”

you came before he even finished the sentence.

your whole body clenched, your cunt squeezing him in rhythmic pulses, your back arching off the mirror. the scream came out as a gurgled cry around his fingers, tears spilling down your cheeks.

dean swore, low and guttural, and kept thrusting, chasing his own finish through the aftershocks of yours. he pulled his fingers out of your mouth just in time to let you gasp, and then he was coming, buried deep, hot pulses filling you, his forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged.

for a long moment, neither of you moved.

then he pulled back, just enough to look at you – ruined, drool-smeared, teary, cock-drunk and glossy-eyed.

“still think you’re funny?”

you tried to speak. all that came out was a hoarse whisper, throat sore from the shape of his fingers.

“..fuck off.”

he laughed, low and warm, and kissed your forehead.

“let’s get you cleaned up.”

© ririsaltar

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