cowboy Steve who uses his lasso rope to tie you spread to his bed and spends his nights licking up your thighs, sucking at your clit, and biting pretty marks onto your waist and tits
reader with a vagina + breasts; reader in a dress; otherwise, no gendered language
you quite literally have no idea what this did to my cunt. it clenched up so hard it exploded. what is to be done about that.
a little southern drawl while he’s telling you how pretty your cunt is, how he’s been starving for it all day. you’re such a sweet, good little thing, already laying naked on his dilapidated mattress when he gets home. whistles low, pulls out his lasso and gets you nice and spread for him to lay between your thick, fleshy thighs. he knows you like to squirm and he doesn’t wanna hurt you with those big hands and strong arms.
mumbling nothing but sweetness as he licks up the inside of your thigh, tongue running lightly along the pink and silver stretch marks. chuckling under his breath as you shiver and start twisting already. he doesn’t care when your hands tangle up in his sun-highlighted hair, so long as those legs stay open and his lips stay wrapped around your clit.
and he’s just gotta mark you up, suck bruises into your skin so dark it almost makes you worry. make sure everyone knows who’s bed you’ve been in when you’re all dolled up in town. your dress can cover a lot, but not that big blooming hickey on the side of your neck that marks you as his. he thinks it looks real nice when he spies you from across the way, the sweat beading up at your hairline reminding him of the way your pretty, sensitive body reacts when he’s on top of - or under - you.
you don’t look at him in public and it makes his linen pants a little too tight and his face a little too red.
Except they're cowboys and instead of abraham it's Arthur and instead of God it's Dutch
My take on this is the Dutch almost kinda gets Arthur to kill blindly at his word, so Arthur paying too much attention to Dutch, Blinded by his loyalty he ends up indirectly killing Isaac by not being there.
I HATE THIS and idk why. I also dunno of the idea is cringe but whatev I'm gonna be dead for a while so i need to upload what i can LMAO don't be surprised if it's js rando sketches for a few weeks
Most writers: I’m going to coast through my timeline and hope no one looks into it very thoroughly
Poker Face writers: I’m going to write a 30 second montage of my main character having an unhinged fling with a hot dude on a mountain to justify her being stranded here months later
Like, what a boss move. I’m legit writing down notes like a fucking student in class. Amazing.
You were making yours and James’ lunch, a simple sandwich. Well for him, you were having a crisp sandwich.
You finished making James’ sandwich and called him into the kitchen to get it, hearing a thud and his exited and fast footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Then, you hear him enter the kitchen, turning on his feet, a smack, and a relatively loud ‘fuck’.
Ok so you left the cupboard door open, why wasn’t he watching where he was going?
“Careful.” You look up at him holding his head as he looked at you.
“That was not funny.” He gave me a look like he was trying not to cry, and slammed the cupboard shut.
“Bro, i’m not laughing.” you defended, throwing your hands up by your head.
“You tell me off for leaving doors open.” he grumbled, resting his hip against the granite countertop.
“Yeah, but that door doesn’t bother me.” You shrugged, handing him his lunch, seeing him hide a smirk.
“That’s because you’re fuckin tiny. Don’t know the struggle of bein’ tall.” he complained, snatching his plate from your hands.
“Oi, don’t snatch.”
“What was that?” he put a hand to his ear and furrowed his brows.
“Don’t snatch shit from-”
“Gosh, it’s hard to hear you from down there.” he sighed, taking a bite from his sandwich, looking extremely proud of himself.
You would be very sure to leave that cupboard door open every time you’re in the kitchen from now on 🥰