#all it needs is tumbleweed

[gargyshmub]

thinking about A Game...

what if i made a video game... what if it looked like this what would you do

#art #ms paint #my art #tumbleweed #yea idk #i've been forming like 3 games in my head and now they've all fused into 1 big one #has anyone ever made a game like this.... PLEASE tell me #i need to know if this has been DONE before

[ghostoffuturespast]

For the longest time, I always thought I wanted to be an artist.

#and in a roundabout sort of way i am #and i doubt i'll ever make anything that's “worthy” enough to hang in a museum or gallery #but sometimes it's a lot more gratifying inspiring other people and helping them make stuff #helped a kid in my class today who didn't have a parent with them make a flower and a bat and a butterfly #they just needed a lot of help but they were so proud of that flower they made and were so excited they could take it home #another kid made the cutest bunny and a little diorama for it out of a piece of bark and literal trash we picked up on the trail #even made a little tail out of a gold sequin that they magically collected from somewhere #had another kid bring back a whole ass tumbleweed with grand ambitions to decorate it but then had a sudden change of plans #so sure you can draw a cat on your piece of origami paper with the hot glue gun kid just don't burn yourself or use all the glue sticks #i don't know what the moral of this story is but look i just had a nice day okay #some days i'm out there attempting to save a whole ass ecosystem and trying to convince people to give a shit #other days hanging out with kids and gluing bits of nicely folded paper to a twig #rambling into the void #little ghost on the prairie #tag essay

[glueboy-19]

obsession with cowboys is so fun until you remember you live in the north of england ........ girls help

#i need to see a tumbleweed at least once but all i have is cows and pubs #i will say small towns in the north of england do have a scary eerie quality about them #they all seem off the townsfolk are strange (i'm townsfolk) #lucy is talking to herself

[hella1975]

hella a mutual in law got into ethel cain recently and I just harassed them in their inbox about her until I got a new mutual, and then another mutual got into ethel cain because of my recent ethel girlblogging. you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself be the ethel cain mutual

me sat atop the ethel cain inspiration pipeline

#IDC IF I ALWAYS INSIST ON TAKING THE CREDIT THERE WAS A GOOD FEW MONTHS WHERE I WAS THE ONLY MF HERE #LITERAL TUMBLEWEED ROLLING PAST ME AS I HOLD UP PREACHER'S DAUGHTER WITH SHAKING HANDS #I HAD TO BE SO ANNOYING BEFORE ANYONE CAVED AND LISTENED AND NOW LOOK AT YOU ALL!!!! BE GRATEFUL!!! #ask #ethel cain #the damage sam fender's fame did to me is truly irreparable look at this desperation rn #clawing the walls needing to be validated over listening to an artist first. pitiful

[alistairssock]

Hello, it's Gaze Upon My Boy O'clock

This is Tumbleweed, he's a sweet and kind lad

Wizard, Outlander, Tiefling, autism king; he's many things, but most of all he's my baby boy

Trans (would be considered binary trans man in our world, but doubt they have too many gender rules in Faerûn)🏳️‍⚧️

Primarily into men🏳️‍🌈 (could smooch a girl if platonically)

Has a massive, embarrassing crush on Gale, but tries his hardest to not move too fast to respect boundaries and such. Dreams about kissing him in the moonlight🥺😳🫣

Queer platonic bffs with Astarion. Close kinship with Lae'zel (tho they have little in common). Wishes to be closer to Wyll, but again not pushing anything out of respect. #1DruidHater, but Halsin is okay and Friend. Shadowheart is ??? but he trusts her (traumabonded babye)

#bg3 #bg3 tav #tumbleweed #oc babbling #have like a gazillion screenshots of him on my puter but couldn't be bothered #need to figure out his past but haven't really gotten any coherent thoughts on that yet #anyway that's all for today good night #not awake enough to go more in devth so have this surface level summary

[houseofhyde]

⏤ the never ending cycle of feeling shit at work about not writing and then feeling too tired from work to write.

#𐀔𓂃 〝 hyde speaks ! #the dichotomy of my life #spent all day writing out amazing scenes in my head #only to get home and stare at a blank screen as the proverbial tumbleweed rolls through the empty landscape of my mind #so mad about it frfr #need life to give me a break so i can write everything i want to

[sheliesshattered]

tumbleweed forced to cross the street

Doctor Who s09e07, The Zygon Invasion

#I needed this gif for something else #but it's nowhere to be found online so I had to get Jack to make it for me #so please enjoy one of my all-time favorite moments in New Who #it's from about 22 minutes into #The Zygon Invasion #just as Kate drives into Truth & Consequences #and that poor tumbleweed gets absolutely DRAGGED #it's so perfect #Doctor Who #the tumbleweed #tagging this for when I inevitably need it later #lmao

[staggeringsmite]

thinking about august waiting in the oasis for two full months, finch communicating with her in passing a little each day, which is enough to know each other but just enough to not know anything about each other with the way they talk. then in one day: the letters, the conversation with cal, the person from amberjack investigating august. two months of them saying just enough and the other one knowing it and suddenly finch has had the strangest day of his life and she knows not to get involved but the second that agent disappears up the stairs they can't help but think about all the bad that could come of her knocking on august's door. so finch does the unwise thing, and as she turns to leave after warning august, the unwise thing is done in return as finch learns as much as august can fit into one breath about why they're here. where they've been. what's going on with them. two months saying just enough. an hour to fuck it all up. it's hard to believe they're the same age with how different they act, but damn how much are they really the same?

#c: tumbleweed #two months is not a Long time but its not a Short time and im just obsessed with the events of one day completely shattering that facade of #'i dont care about your deal if you dont care about mine' and 'i wont ask questions if you wont' because it takes one (1) weird irs agent #/potentially/ being a threat when shes just going up to her room to get finch worried abt august and also need to talk to her anyway #because the 'you need a plan bc i might not be here much longer and trust me itll be difficult to find someone to put up with your shit' #is soooo real. anyway soph and i 100% correct challenge in doing all the 'were not friends i dont care about you' stuff pre campaign so #that we could immediately cut it out

[where-the-tumbleweed-plays]

Tumbleweed needs everyone to know that I am his most cruel and heartless mother for decreasing the amount of food he gets due to him gaining a third again his body weight over the last year no that is not all fur Tumbleweed you are shaped like a pregnant sheep!

He has spent much of the day stomping from room to room while yelling his immense displeasure.

#tumbleweed the cat #tumbleweed #cat #autoplay warning #video #turns out he was actually getting 2/3 cup of food a day due to a measuring cup mix up and more he's down to 1/2 cup per day

[lostgirlmuseum]

Who the Hell is Daryl?

Summary: Bucky is in love with you, and finally finds the courage to tell you. But what happens when it sounds like someone else is already in the picture? (Miscommunication!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Avenger!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: Miscommunication trope! Only one small mention of “Y/N”, teensy bit of yelling, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Wrote this a couple days ago and put it in drafts, spontaneously posted bc I'm procrastinating on an essay. Okay I'll get back to hw now :(

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

He was going to do it. He was really going to do it. 

He was finally going to ask you out.

-----

To the surprise of everyone on the team, you and Bucky had become fast pals after you joined six months ago. Something about the two of you clicked. ‘Opposites attract’ and all that, but Bucky always felt it went deeper than that.

The two of you had never argued, something he felt very proud of, considering he argued with most people. But not you. Never you.

The moment he decided that he needed to man up and ask you out wasn’t anything fancy. You were sparring with Wanda across the gym, and he was simply watching you work in tandem. He watched the entire 15 minute session, and didn’t take his eyes off you, even as you approached him. 

“Buck, I’m out of water, can I take a sip of yours?”

He nodded, “Sure, Doll,” and tossed you his bottle. 

You shot him a charming smile and opened the cap, and not-so-gracefully chugged half the bottle. You wiped your upper lip and handed it back to him. 

“Thanks, Jamie,” you breathily said, and jogged back to the arena. 

His head was completely empty except for a single thought, tumbling through his desert mind like a tumbleweed.

I’m going to marry her someday.

He shocked himself with the thought, he wasn’t sure where it had come from. But he couldn’t help the grin that snuck its way onto his lips as he realized he didn’t disagree with the thought.

Of course before marriage is dating. One step at a time Buck. 

After his realization, he had spent the next three days planning the perfect way to ask you out. He went through an entire list of ideas, but none of them seemed good enough for you. He wanted it to be perfect. But as the clock ticked on and he started running out of paper, he realized it was best to just be honest about his feelings. 

You had just gotten back from a solo mission, and Bucky was hanging out in your room as you showered.

He was blushing like an idiot and fidgeting like crazy on your bed as he waited for you to hurry up. It was surprising he had so much self control as to not blurt it out while you were showering.

“Oh, Bucky,” you called from the bathroom, the sound of the water pausing.

“What’s up?”

“Could you set an alarm on my phone for 7:30 A.M. tomorrow before I forget? I think I left it on the side table.”

“You got it, Doll.”

“You’re the best! I’m almost done, I’ll be out in like two minutes,” you called, and soon after the sound of rushing water resumed.

Bucky grabbed your phone and typed in the passcode, his heart fluttering a little as he thought about how you trusted him enough to know it.

But the flutter stopped almost as quickly as it started, the moment your phone turned on and resumed on your text string with someone. He would’ve ignored it, but a red heart at the top of the screen caught his eye.

Who the hell is “Daryl,” and why does he have a heart emoji next to his name?

Bucky couldn’t help himself as his eyes flitted over your last texts.

Daryl ❤️ I’m back in town, lemme know when you’re around 

You About to leave for a quick mission, but I’ll be back tmw evening. I miss you sm :( how about we meet up Monday morning at 8 at Bernie’s cafe?

Daryl ❤️ Lets do it. And I miss you too, can’t wait to see your beautiful face!! I love you, be careful

You Love you too, and Im always careful 😘

Bucky felt sick to his stomach. You had never mentioned a brother named Daryl, or any other kind of family member. And you’d told him about all your closest friends, and none of them were named Daryl. How did Bucky not know you had a boyfriend?

Bucky fought the urge to scroll up, and quickly tapped out of the app, and set the alarm you asked him to set. 

So you were meeting this “Daryl” tomorrow morning?

Bucky heard the water stop, and the sound of the shower curtain shuffling.

Shit. You were getting out. Fuck, he wasn’t ready to face you.

You’d never mentioned you were in a relationship before. He would remember. How long have you been dating? And more importantly, why did you keep this from him? Did you feel like you couldn’t trust him? Maybe you weren’t as close friends as he’d thought.

“Which movie did you want to watch tonight?” You asked, peeking out of the door with a turquoise towel wrapped around you.

“Um, I’m actually really tired, suddenly. I think I’m going to go to bed.” Bucky stuttered, avoiding your gaze as he quickly stood up.

“Oh, okay,” you responded, disappointment and concern lacing your voice. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. Glad you got back safe. Good night.”

With that, Bucky ducked out of your room and practically ran back to his.

Bucky tossed and turned, and once he got over his embarrassment, he settled into a familiar depressive feeling. Of course you didn’t like him back. What the fuck was he thinking? He’s—well, he’s Bucky. Broken, only destined to ever be your friend. How could he be foolish enough to think you would love him like he loves you. At about hour 4, the heartbreak started turning into betrayal. Betrayal that you kept this from him. And soon enough, that betrayal festered into a kind of resentment, something he’d never felt for you before.

He didn’t get much sleep that night.

Bucky checked the clock for the 20th time in the past 5 minutes. 7:45 A.M. You were probably about to leave. Bucky felt his heart clench. He was usually up by 7, and eating breakfast in the common area by 7:30. He sat at the barstool, dragging his spoon around his now soggy Coco Puffs, waiting for you to appear. Why he felt the need to torture himself, he didn’t know.

Finally, he heard your steps coming down the hall. 

And there you appeared, wearing the most beautiful sundress he had ever seen. It was lavender, and had small white flowers adorning the skirt, and it fell just above your knees. 

Bucky took you in, and his momentary adoration turned back to his heartbreak. You were dressed up as if you were going on a date. There was no chance this wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Good morning Bucky, did you sleep okay last night?” 

“Yes.” He lied. Maybe you would tell him the truth if he asked. Yes it would hurt hearing the truth from your mouth, but he wanted to give you a chance to tell him your secret. “Where are you headed?”

“To meet a friend,” you nodded smoothly. 

Maybe Bucky was crazy. Maybe he was overthinking all of this. Maybe Daryl really was just a friend.

“Which friend?”

“Penny.”

So you were just flat out lying to him now. Bucky nodded and waited for you to leave before moping back to his room. He wanted to cry. And he did for a minute, or two, but his tears turned from sad to angry when he remembered you were now lying. You never lied to Bucky, and Bucky never lied to you. At least, he thought that was how it was. He clenched his fists, mad at you for betraying him, but more mad at himself for believing he could ever have you.

He didn’t move from his bed.

“Bucky?” Your voice emerged after three knocks to his door.

He couldn’t get himself to respond. 

The door slowly creaked open, a stream of light flooding his dark room.

“Hey Buck. You okay? You seemed a little off this morning.”

“Fine.” He mumbled, not turning over in bed to face you.

A pause. 

“Jamie, what’s wrong?” You asked, closing the door behind you and flicking on the light. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“What?” You asked, slightly taken aback. You thought he loved your affectionate nickname for him.

“I don’t want you to call me ‘Jamie’ anymore.”

“Okay…”

He felt the bed dip as you sat next to him. 

“Bucky,” you whispered, “please talk to me.”

He sat up and gave you a pointed look. Was he being immature? Yes. But what could he do, he just discovered that his best friend has been lying to him, and doesn’t love him.

“Where were you?” He asked.

You furrowed your brows a moment, trying to piece together where he was going with this. 

“I was at Bernie’s with Penny.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He sneered.

Your eyes widened at his bite.

“I’m not lying? Bucky, what is going on?”

“What’s going on is that you’ve been keeping the fact that you have a boyfriend from me. Why don’t you want to tell me?”

“A boyfriend?” You blinked. “I don’t have a boyfriend,”

“Why won’t you be honest with me?” He yelled, and you scooted back.

“I am!”

“Then who is Daryl?”

“What?”

“I saw your texts last night, when you asked me to set your alarm.” Bucky looked down at his lap, ashamed.

“Bucky,” you sighed, and a look of understanding crossed your face. A moment later you held out your phone to him.

“What?” He asked, dumbly looking at your outstretched hand. The screen was on your text string with Daryl.

“Call the number.” You simply said.

“What?” He repeated.

“Take my phone, and call the number.”

Confused and suspicious, Bucky grabbed your phone and hesitated over the call icon. 

“Go ahead,” you urged.

He pressed the button. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ri—

“Hey!” A familiar feminine voice rang through the speaker. “What’s up hon?”

“Hello?” Bucky said, looking from the phone to you to the phone.

“Uh, hi? Is that Bucky?”

“P—Penny?” He sputtered.

“Hey Bucky! What’s up, is everything okay? I thought Y/N was calling.”

“Hey Pen,” you interjected, “Everything’s fine, I’ll call you back in a bit, kay’?”

“Sure thing, bye, love ya,” Penny added, and hung up.

Bucky stared at the now blank phone, baffled.

“I don’t understand.”

“Bucky,” you sighed, and tilted his chin to look at you. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Penny is in my contacts as “Daryl” because it’s my funny little nickname for her. My Dad has had a best friend since grade school named Daryl, and they don’t see each other often, but when they do it’s like nothing has changed. They get along like no time has passed. I call Penny “my Daryl” because I know that even if we don’t talk for years, we are so close that I know we would be the exact same.”

Bucky sat quietly for a moment, simply taking in your story. He felt really stupid.

“I’m sorry,” he started, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry I called you a liar.” He struggled to meet your gaze, ashamed of what he did.

“Jamie—can I call you Jamie now?”

He nodded sheepishly.

“Jamie, I forgive you. But I wish you had just talked to me about it, and asked me. We are usually so good about being open with each other. What happened?” You asked, wide eyes looking into his.

“I know, I’m sorry. I flipped out, I guess I was just shocked, because I was going to—” he licked his lips, “well, I was…”

“You can tell me, Bucky. Honesty, remember?” You soothed, placing your hand on his leg.

He gulped.

“I was going to ask you to be with me.”

You tilted your head, not quite understanding.

“Like, I was gonna ask if you’d let me be your boyfriend.” He mumbled. “So when I saw that you were texting and saying ‘I love you’ to some guy, I guess I was just blindsided.”

“James,” you smiled, moving yourself to sit on his lap. You brought your forehead against his. “You silly, jealous man.” You gently stroked his cheek with your right hand. “You want to be my boyfriend?"

"It sounds so juvenile, I don't know, I just want you to be mine, and for you to call me 'yours,'" he mumbled.

"I accept," you giggled, and watched his glittering eyes shoot to yours.

He had started to say something, but he stopped when you brought your soft lips to his.

“I'm so happy,” he whispered between kisses.

Suffice it to say, Bucky completed step one of the path to marrying you.

A/N: Tysm for reading! If you liked it, please feel free to let me know!

Also I'm sorry if the ending sucks, I wrote this in a couple hours and Idk why I'm so bad at endings gahh

Here's my Masterlist if you'd like to read more!

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky angst #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x female reader #Bucky miscommunication #Bucky barnes miscommunication #jealous!Bucky #avenger!reader #bucky x avenger!reader

[bandgie]

That stoner smut was amazing. Would you be able to do it with minho, hyunjin and seungmin? is it's okay?

this post anon is referring to!

warnings: MDNI18+, fem!reader, anal (f!), PIV, no protection, 4some, ass eating implied, blow job, weed-use

✶✶✶

Hit after hit, inhale after inhale, the burning in your chest is hardly filled with smoke but desire in its stead. Everything just feels so damn good when you're high, so much more intense. Your body can barely handle the feeling of your own skin. So it feels like fire at every touch and pull from Minho and Seungmin. 

Seungmin is under you, your hands propped up on either side of his head while his cock stays settled in your pussy. He stopped moving a long time ago. There's no need for him to when Minho has you gripped by the hips, fucking himself deep into your ass. Your entire body jolts at every thrust, effectively getting the other cock to rock inside you gently. 

Being at a distance from Seungmin gives Hyunjin the opening to stand beside the bed, using a large hand to guide your head to his pulsing cock. His tip is wet against your lips, slightly salty, but in all the right ways. Your jaw unhinges to let his head slip between your lips, groaning at the warmth of your mouth. 

Minho puckers his lips and lets saliva drip down his mouth to your ass, adding some lubrication. Not that you needed it; he spent what felt like hours opening up your tight hole with his tongue. You moan at the feel of the moisture dripping off you, leaking onto your even wetter pussy to Seungmin's cock. 

"Fuck. Putting all your holes to use, huh?" Minho chuckles behind you. With Hyunjin stretching your mouth, you try and nod. It's hardly noticeable being that your entire body is rocking, but Minho coos as your efforts nonetheless. 

Seungmin places his hands on your breasts, groping and twisting your nipples to hear your muffled whines on Hyunjin's cock. "What hole do you like being fucked in the most? Or are you such a slut you need all of them filled?" A sudden thrust from Seungmin makes your eyes roll back, cream flooding onto his length as you easily cum from your heightened senses. 

Hyunjin is the only one being nice to you. Brushing your hair from the view of you sucking him off while holding your face in his hands. But even then, he can't help himself just pressing a little too deep to feel your throat gag and tighten around him. 

"She can't choose so quick, Seung," Hyunjin tuts with a smirk on his lips. "We haven't taken turns fucking them all, yet."

a/n: ik you prolly wanted a full fic but i don't think I would be able to recreate that masterpiece :( so here's a drabble instead! and thank you sm! psa! for the love of god PLEASE send me asks I never get anyyyy, it's tumbleweeds there :(

#smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz #stray kids #skz hyunjin #skz seungmin #skz lee know #lee know smut #seungmin smut #hyunjin smut #poly!skz #hyunjin! #leeknow! #seungmin! #minho smut #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours

[snixkers]

Pen on Paper

Pairing: Spencer Reid × GN!Reader

Fluff

Content Warnings: None, literal pure fluff

Summary: You and your boyfriend have a study date in a coffee shop, but your methods differ.

Author's Note: My inbox has tumbleweeds blowing through it atm, so I'm digging this out of my drafts!

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN

I quickly gathered up my laptop and textbooks when I checked the time, checking my appearance in the mirror as I made my way to my car. The Civic was ancient, but it still got me where I needed to be. Unfortunately, my boyfriend did not share the same sentiment, preferring to use public transportation.

I rolled my eyes at the thought of a germaphobe so adverse to driving he’d get on a train with complete strangers, but I decided to let it go. After all, he was the one who had offered to take me out on a study date. As a grad student, I would take any opportunity to get ahead. Who better than a man with an eidetic memory and 3 PhDs?

Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I weaved through the streets of downtown DC to meet him where he had requested, a small local cafe that was able to satiate his sweet tooth. I parked and hopped out of my car, materials in hand for a long night of memorization.

He smiled when he saw me, the corners of his eyes crinkling softly as he opened the door.

Despite his awkward behavior, manners were not lost on him. We entered the shop hand in hand, scanning over the menu (although he got through it much faster) and stepping up to order. He got a black coffee with 6 teaspoons of sugar, and I decided on something a little less nauseating.

We chose a booth in the back corner, somewhere we could have some privacy in our own little academic bubble. I set my bags on the floor beside me, taking a sip of my drink and pulling out my laptop. I noticed the wrinkle of his nose, smirking as I realized he was likely judging me.

“What?”

He shook his head innocently, pulling out some papers for his own work at the BAU.

“Nothing, I just think you’d do better with physical materials.”

You smiled, picking up his pen and clicking it a couple of times.

“We don’t all work at lightning speed.”

He bit his lip, and I could practically see the wheels in his head turning as he plucked a new fact from the depths of his memory.

“Actually, although it’s faster to type, writing allows you to tap into tactile information recall.”

You snorted in acknowledgement. Of course he had something to back his opinions up with.

As any genius would.

“You’d use a typewriter if you could.”

He pulled out some files, looking them over.

“I have one at my apartment, but I ran out of ink a while ago.”

You just sighed, conceding defeat and moving back to your work, typing rapidly as you worked on your essay. He sat across from you, doing the same thing with his notes, although he occasionally switched his papers to shield you from anything too messy.

He thought of everything.

After a while, you felt a tap on your shoulder, and a note dropped onto your keyboard. You unfolded it, reading the messy chicken scratch.

‘You can’t pass notes on a laptop.’

You narrowed your eyes, stealing his pen to come up with a response.

‘it’s called an email’

He shook his head, his hand flying across the paper before he held it out for you.

‘Emails can always be tracked. Notes have to be destroyed.’

You smiled softly at the sentiment, slipping the note into your pocket before turning back to your work.

“You’re distracting me.”

He sighed, returning to his seat and fiddling with his pen.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?”

You nodded, determined to make this paper your own. But after a few minutes of typing, the rhythmic tapping was dragging your eyelids down. The words were sliding off the page, and the backlight did nothing for your eyestrain. After you failed to stifle a yawn, he looked back up at you with a look that screamed ‘I told you so’.

“Come on, it’s late. You can’t perform as well academically if you stay up all night to finish it.”

You tried to protest, but your own body betrayed you with another yawn. With your acceptance, he gathered up your things and stored them neatly in your bag.

You were half asleep as you left the cafe, but you pretended not to notice as he slipped a notebook and his pen into the tote for future study dates.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fanfiction #writers on tumblr #fanfic #reqs open #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #study date #coffee shop

[rudazed]

hot tub with sim jaeyun. 18+

(that new vlog where he's swimming around in that sleeveless top had me thinking thoughts.)

imagine riding jake super late at night in one of those fancy ass five star hotel hot tubs when no one else is around. you literally saw a tumbleweed pass by from how empty it is yet the thought of inevitably getting caught turned you both on so much it ached. it'd start by him slowly drawing shapes on your upper thighs, pulling your waist closer to him as you both sat side by side. he'd lean over to kiss you gently, but deep down a part of you hoped it would turn into something more... n luckily for you, he was feeling the exact same. it didn't take long for him to shove his warm tongue against yours and moan into your mouth. he'd usher your body over his own and you'd immediately start grinding on him. the friction of your crotches surrounded by the hot water felt so good it was addicting. you'd both be humping each other so desperately while making out. you'd be grabbing n pulling his hair n he'd try so hard not to moan too loud but he was twitching in his shorts already. "fuck, i need you" he'd whisper into your ear which would make you quiver. it's not like you two haven't had sex or made out in places you probably shouldn't have (like the practice room, managers cars, the dorm bathroom, etc) but this was different. all those other places have locks and some sort of semblance of privacy, and this pool... well.. any person could walk in at ANY time. you both did not even care. or more so, COULD not even care when you quite literally need to feel him inside of you so badly. "please jake, fuck me" you'd whimper, n he wouldn't be able to hold it back any longer. he'd quickly move your underwear to the side n you'd help him release himself from his own swim shorts. it would only take a split second for you to line him up to your entrance so you could slowly sink down onto his length, making you both gasp. he'd throw his head back n furrow his brows as you began to immediately quicken your pace, riding out the pleasure as much as you could. trying so hard to make the ache go away. "ahh you feel so warm my love,, you feel so fucking good," he'd babble on while kissing your neck and down your chest. you'd feel yourself unwinding fast, and you'd start to let out even louder moans to which he'd without hesitation bring his shirt up and shove it into your mouth "shhh, i know my love.." you'd bite onto the fabric as you rode out your high. you were both so close that it didn't take long for you to tighten around him and lose control. his shirt would fall out of your lips the second you came, and you'd let out a high pitched shriek as you felt the pleasure touch every inch of your body. he wouldn't even have the chance to relish in it since he came undone not even 2 seconds later, finishing in you as he rutted his hips into you desperately you'd both be sweating, sticky, and obviously wet, but you did not even care. he'd wrap his arms around you and you'd rest your face on his warm chest. you'd sit there for a bit, breathing each other in. so sleepy n warm. "i love you" "i love you too." "im gonna fall asleep" "NO"

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #enha smut #jake smut #jake imagines #enhypen reaction #sunghoon

[the-kr8tor]

I finally caved in. Hello Katy may I request cowboy Hobie with a farmer reader who live on a ranch together. (That’s the main idea but you could change or add anything also your choice to make it angsty/fluff etc.). 🤠

Cowboy! Hobie request let's gooooo!!! Thank you for requesting! 😘

Pairing: Cowboy! Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Cowboy AU, Western AU, established relationship, lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.

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You're ogling. It's not a crime to ogle your partner per se but with how your horse Luna is currently side-eyeing you whilst you brush her mane, ogling should be illegal. Or at least in your shared ranch. How could you not ogle Hobie when he looks like that?

You sigh deeply, eyes shaped like hearts at his glistening chest. Sweat dripping on his skin like tiny diamonds sparkling in the heat of the golden sun. His arm muscles are prominent as he heaves heavy hay bales over his shoulder. The blue jeans he's currently sporting hugs his legs perfectly like it was tailored only for him. Belt buckle glimmering, a dark cowboy hat protecting him from the sun, and dark cowboy boots to match— you should be arrested by how your eyes are glued to him and him only— even though your animals need your attention.

He knows that you're staring with how his pierced lips subtly curl into a smirk and how he's currently making an effort to stay in your line of sight even though the hay bales definitely don't need to be placed a few feet away from the field to the barn. He has been going back and forth for a while that he feels like his feet have carved a path on the dusty field.

You sigh longingly again and Luna has had enough of you. She huffs loudly, air coming out of her pink nose, head bumping yours to get your attention when her neighing couldn't.

“Hey, girl, what's your problem?” You pat her nose to calm her down. She kicks at the dusty ground, making sure her annoyance is palpable. “Carrots right, sorry.”

You swear you heard Hobie chuckle. But when you turn to look at him, he's currently busy with stacking hay, seemingly unaware. He hides his grin behind the shadow of his hat.

Feeding Luna her favourite treat, she happily chews noisily. Craning your neck to go back to the gun show, you knit your eyebrows to see his usual spot empty.

“Lookin' for me?” Hobie scares the tumbleweeds out of you. He pokes your side, making you jump in place. “You were starin’ a bit too hard. I swear there's holes on my back havin' the same shape as your eyeballs. At this point you gotta pay me, sweetheart.” He shoots you a wink, adding to your quickening heartbeat. Going around the pale horse, his smirk never leaves his face.

He leans over Luna's saddle, face perched on his hands with a smile that could stop someone's heart. Tilting his head, eyebrows raised, he waits for your clever reply. There's only crickets singing in your head with how he looks at you like you hung the sun for him. He just stares at you lovingly, perfectly content, perfectly happy even with all the grime dusted on his chiseled cheeks.

You feel like you've fallen for him all over again.

Copying his movements, you lean over Luna's saddle, facing him with the same love and softness he's currently showing just for you.

After what seemed like hours has passed just from throwing each other heart eyes from looking, you finally speak with a tone that Hobie could only describe as lovestrucked.

“Do I get a discount at least?”

He sucks in his teeth with fake annoyance. “Nah, don't think so, love. You can only see these muscles right here.” Patting his bicep, you laugh.

He thinks he's in heaven.

“That’s true, the sight alone is a rare commodity around here.”

Reaching for your hand, indulging himself with your mere touch, he intertwines your fingers together with his, like vines that grow and weave around each other, never letting go.

“You good? Heat isn't killing you?” He asks you like he's not the one toiling away outside with the sun bearing down at him.

You shake your head, bringing his hand up to your lips to reassure him. You feel the raised skin atop his knuckles, taking extra care, you kiss each one gently. “Nope, I'm melting but I can handle it.”

“Melting from the heat or from the show I gave you?”

You giggle, rolling your eyes, it's his turn to press a sweet kiss over your knuckles. “I should be the one asking you that. You alright? You're sweating a lot.” Wiping his forehead, he closes his eyes, his smile deepens with every wipe.

“Got it all?”

“Mm-hmm”

“Now do my pits,” He raises his arms above his head. “they're awfully sweaty, sweetheart.” He jokes with a deep chuckle.

Hobie expects for you to flinch away, or even screech and run away but you just shrug. “Sure,” your acceptance has him flabbergasted and endeared. “I've cleaned blood off of you, sweat is nothing compared to that.”

“Holy shit,” he says softly, almost a whisper as he goes around Luna to come near you— impossibly near as he holds your face in his hands. You don't mind the smell of hay clinging to his palms or sweat as you lean to his touch, eyes shining and full of affection for the man before you. “You think the reverend is free today?”

Chuckling, you knit your eyebrows in confusion. “What? Why?”

“So I could marry you today.” He says it with certainty that you're sure it's not the heat that has your legs almost crumbling. “Obviously.”

If horses could roll their eyes, Luna would be doing it right now.

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[moremaybank]

okay so jj and his girl just got into a stupid little argument, but i feel like jj is the “isolation himself/needs time to think” and girl is “talk it out until it’s fixed” so jj has his time to think and isolation himself. so when they do talk it out, they don’t really talk it out….they do other things

i need angry/hate sex with this man so badddd. (mdni)

"jj," you sigh, following him as he tries to walk out of your shared home. "i need time. if i don't leave now...i'll lose control. i'll snap, and i'm scared of what i'll do, how i'll act." you take a step closer to him, tentatively holding his face in your hands. "then take your anger out on me, j. don't leave. don't walk away. just use me in any way you want." jj doesn't need to be told twice, instantly resting his hands on your cheeks and smashing his lips against yours.

he takes your words to heart and uses you in any way he can think of. one minute, you're on your back and he's fucking you deeper than ever before, and the next, you're on your stomach. against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist, bent over the kitchen table, on the stairs. he just carries you in his arms or tugs you by your wrist and leads you wherever he goes. he's fucking you full of his cum repeatedly if he's feeling more provoked, all while mumbling about how you'll be dripping with him for days by the time he's finished. his hand will squeeze your throat or jaw, forcing your eyes on him. he'll grip your hips, leaving slight bruises from the force of his fingertips. his strong arms wrapping around and keeping you still as he fucks you from the bottom. your hair resembles a tumbleweed by the time he's done, and there are black streaks of still-drying mascara tears. your lips are swollen (and not just the lips of your mouth). your clit is sore, your legs are trembling, and your voice is nearly gone. but at the end of the day, you two fall asleep in an entanglement of limbs, holding each other tightly with your bare skin against one another. words of love and affirmation leave your lips, and kisses are shared. you both agree to put everything behind you and simply bask in your love for each other.

concepts

#₊‧°𐐪 daydreams 𐑂°‧₊ #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank brain rot #jj maybank brainrot #jj obx #jj outer banks

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Rusty | S.R

Series Summary - After suffering unimaginable horrors in his three months spent in prison, Spencer Reid struggles to bounce back to his former glory. And when he almost dies at the hands of Benjamin Merva, it’s one trauma too many to bear. So Spencer ups sticks and relocates to a ranch in the middle of nowhere, leaving behind his job, his friends and his relationship.

And then he meets you, a mysterious stranger, who helps him out of a tight spot. You’re looking for a place to lay low and he’s in need of assistance. It’s a match made in heaven. Isn’t it?

You both have pasts you’d rather remained buried. But when those pasts both collide in your present, it can either tear you apart or force you close together.

You’re both just a little rusty, but practice makes perfect.

A/N - yes I’m writing a new series. No I cannot be stopped. Thank you @andiebeaword and @pinkiceee-prose my angels for coming on this ride with me.

Paring - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - strangers to friends to lovers | angst | smut minors DNI

General warnings - past sexual abuse, past physical abuse, bad coping mechanisms, PTSD, dissociative amnesia, accidental self-harm, lying, secrets, bisexual Spencer Reid, post prison arc, smut.

Chapters under the cut.

Chapter 1 - Wanted Dead or Alive

Chapter 2 - Take Me Home, Country Roads

Chapter 3 - I Walk the Line

Chapter 4 - The Ballad of the Lonesome Cowboy

Chapter 5 - Gunpowder and Led

Chapter 6 - Tumbling Tumbleweeds

Chapter 7 - Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)

Chapter 8 - A Horse With No Name

Chapter 9 - A Cowboys Cowgirl

Chapter 10 - Back in the Saddle Again

Chapter 11 - All My Ex’s Live in Texas

Chapter 12 - Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

Chapter 13 - Friends in Low Places

Chapter 14 - Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Chapter 15 - Heavens Just a Sin Away

Chapter 16 - Take Your Memory With You

Chapter 17 - Gunfight at the O.K. Corral

Chapter 18 - So Little I Wanted

Chapter 19 - So Little I Got

Chapter 20 - Fires Don’t Start Themselves

Chapter 21 - Night Riders Lament

Chapter 22 - If Tomorrow Never Comes

Chapter 23 - Only the Lonely

Chapter 24 - Bless the Broken Road

The wonderful and amazing @andiebeaword drew this for me of two of the horse you will meet in this story. They are both driving forces of the fic and I think everyone should see them.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem! reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #Spotify