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⠀⠀ ⠀ milkin’ farm boy clark kent ׅ⎖

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𓈒⠀ ⠀* adult c⸜̑⸝͂ntent ahead ༝༚༝༚ minors turn away now .

ೃ & ︭𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛ⁱⁿᵍׁׅᩧ⃝ alien d*ck/non canon kryptonian anatomy corensupes!clark intended big d*ck!clark this is inspired by that comic scan people brought up again on twt ( creds to nebezial ) ྀི mating press internal ejaculation/creampie premature ejaculation monster fucking ( ?? ) ྀི breeding kink if you squint a lil

You tilted your head slightly, as if that would give you a better angle to confirm whether your wide eyes may or may not be deceiving you. “Are those…p-pincers?!” You finally managed to sputter after having been speechless all of five seconds.

They were at the base of his cock—symmetrical, long, and had a distinct girth, like a lobster’s claws on either side of its body. Your eyes hesitantly met his. What were you even supposed to say? “Why on Earth does it look like that?” or “Oh! I get you’re an alien, but pincers on either side of your dick are beyond a little strange.” There was no sure fire way to avoid hurting your boyfriend’s feelings bone deep even if he understood that human male anatomy differed from a Kryptonian male’s. Even extended down to the genitalia, apparently.

“You’re staring…and not in a good way,” he said, realization dawning on him as he stood there bare with his cock already erect after just a little kissing and dry humping. You both were sweaty from doing farm work together. He could’ve done everything himself, but you insisted you’d join him as it would be a fun way to bond and get to know his life a little as you were from the city. He still did the heavy lifting to ensure you wouldn’t pull or strain a muscle. Who knew coming back to Smallville to visit his Ma and Pa to have them meet his sweet girl would still allow him room to want to fuck you deep into his old mattress if it could take on the weight and pressure. If you could take on the weight and pressure too.

“I’m sorry, Clark. It’s just–” you gestured toward his dick, peeking down at the pincers again before meeting his eyes with an awkward smile sheepishly making its way onto your face.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable,” he reassured you gently, reaching for his flannel from the mattress beside your bare thighs. “No!” you blurted, your hand shooting out to grasp his forearm. “I’m not saying I’m uncomfortable at all. It’s just definitely something new. Guys who are human have everything else you have down there except the pincers. But I can work with it. Promise you.”

Your words drifted off into a murmur as you allowed the pads of your fingers to rub along the underside of his cock. Hesitantly, you pressed your index finger against the side of a single pincer to which he whimpered and bucked his hips without necessarily meaning to. So they were sensitive to touch. Noted.

“So, how do they work?” You curiously asked, batting your eyes up at him, peering through your curled lashes like you weren’t shocked mere minutes prior. “They swell up when I’m inside and it won’t hurt at all. You’ll feel a bit of stretch at most. Think of it like you twisting a lid tightly on a jar ‘er bottle so you’re sure nothing drips out.”

Something in the pit of your stomach felt warm within seconds and your clit throbbed at hearing something it clearly liked. You nodded and lay back on the mattress. Clark sighed in relief and stepped forward, crawling atop you on the bed. He slowly bent your knees until they met your shoulders, then carefully kneeled down with his thick, toned thighs bracketing yours. As his arms came down and his elbows met the cool sheets, you reached your hands up to rest against his upper back. A gasp was knocked straight out of your lungs as he eased his cock inside, slowly but surely. “Good gosh,” he uttered, trying not to cum instantaneously upon being buried to the hilt inside of you. You felt too good being stretched around him. His brain felt fuzzy and a little drunk on the sensation.

He rocked his hips once and poor ol’ you whined as his balls smacked the bottom of your ass and you felt the pincers pressing surprisingly soft against your labia. He settled into a steady rhythm, his half lidded eyes set on your face as it contorted in pleasure. That only added fuel to him needing to hit impossibly deeper. He adored you and loved making you feel good in any way he could which naturally extended to sex. Another honeyed moan out of you would do wonders for this sweet farmer boy and his dick was just waiting to shoot.

He trembled slightly as he held back on slamming down into you until your fingers wove into the dark loose curls at his nape. A noticeable shiver coursed through him as you rubbed right there on that sensitive spot. He didn’t resist any longer and began driving his hips harder, a stuttered moan slip from his lips as his eyes nearly fluttered shut. His tip continuously brushed against that sweet spot inside. “I’m so sorry, honey,” he huffed out between soft grunts and whimpers. Utterly weakwilled after getting the opportunity to be buried between your legs. The springs in the mattress creaked and the wooden frame rocked in protest. Boy was he was so grateful it was just you two here. Only noises outside of here were the moos of unamused cattle outside and the sound of the AC blowing hard. Your pussy squelched around him, clenching with every other push was undoing him too easily. A gasp falls from between your two toned lips as your thighs spasm pathetically against his biceps, digging your nails into his tanned, freckled back. His skin hardly indents with crescent marks but he relishes in the feeling.

He’d probably talk about how warm and wet you were, teasing you about how submissive your soft whining sounds or how you clawed at his back like a cat. But, him fucking your brains out had his brain melting like a toasted marshmallow. “Fuuhh-uck, Clark.” You whined, toes curled as your eyes briefly rolled back. “Oh my…god!” You moaned, manicured eyebrows furrowing in intense pleasure as you looked down between your legs. The glimpses of him pounding into you nearly sent you over then and there. “I know, honey,” he choked out, his voice trembling. A deep throaty moan left your mouth, breaking off into a sob of pleasure as your head fell back. The sound faded as you came hard while your body jerked from him still trying. “Mhm, I know, I’m almost there too.” Clark pressed quick kisses to your throat and your collarbone, his mind fraying further. Your gummy walls pulsed and clamped down around him, so wet and frantic it was enough for him to finally plunge the pincers deep inside. You whimpered as he emptied out his balls with a slow shaky breath while the pincers expanded to hold his cum inside. A noticeable pressure built up as they swelled to fill every crevice just like he promised. Clark tried to pull back just an inch or so but couldn’t.

𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐂 ꪑ

𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑛 . ⒅+

⠀· ⠀eighteen plus obviously ! 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃 . ۶ৎ

𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 ׅ⎖ ⠀ ◟ ⠀ 𝑤𝑐 4.7k ۪ ⠀ 𖥨 ݃ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Art missed you so much. Won’t you tell him it’s not weird he’s now wearing your panties after you found out he’d been using them to jerk off ? But, it definitely is. It’s also quite predictable. Of course he’d go that far considering how his brain operates. He’s weirdly obsessed with needing you like you’re his personal aphrodisiac. But, whaddaya do about it?

❛ ＿＿ּ smut, some plot not just straight p*rn fem!reader stanford art is solely used for visuals so imagine whichever era of him you want established relationship dirty talk use of “̲ good boy ”̲ praise kink cum eating x2 making out gluttonous cunnilingus nipple sucking and biting ( and groping ) ྀི clitoral stimulation fingering power play switch dynamic orgasm control / orgasm denial unprotected p in v internal ejaculation / creampie dry humping overstimulation art’s a vocal guy degradation kink handjob cowgirl position detailed aftercare . reblogs are greatly appreciated, discretion is advised.

⠀ ₊ ⠀ ݁ ໃ՞ vanity left a 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 . . . 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏 ׅ⎖ ᭡◞ can’t believe I’m finally back on here !! Just in time for my 20th bday too tehe . I hope everyone enjoys finally getting the second and likely final part of this unless yall want him back by popular demand tbfh .

⠀ʚ𓈒⌒⠀ ｡⠀ perv!boyfriend!art who can’t rid of his habit of sniffing your panties! ⠀⊹⠀˚ ◌ ⃘  𓈒 and you’re so mean once you find out…

𖬺 CONTENT WARNINGS .ᐣ .ೃ❜ ˖ ׁ ˚ EIGHTEEN+ ⒅ ╱ art being an obsessed weirdo, mutual masturbation, multiple instances of oral (fem!r), bodily fluids (spit, cum), real NASTY fem!reader.

perv!boyfriend!art who’s nervous around you. You sit on his lap and straddle him, his big hands hesitate before resting on your hips and gripping. He looks as if he’s about to have a comical bead of sweat roll down his temple and his adam’s apple bobs with a harsh swallow when you practically purr every word while maintaining eye contact before kissing him. He swoons and whimpers as if he were a love struck puppy. It’s not like he was listening to a word anyway. If he had a tail, it’d be a blur behind him. You’re his first real girlfriend! Guys get like this when they’re with the woman they’ve introduced their grandma to and get their first apartment with. He believes you’re sexy even when you’re wearing no makeup, hair tousled and messy from sleep, and a hint of morning breath on your plump lips. Just the thought makes his smile lines cut into his cheeks as he grins boyishly. Cute, right? No telltale signs yet.

perv!boyfriend!art who’s not a virgin, but hasn’t done anything with you yet. His tip is dribbling with pre at the memory of you walking around in your panties and a fitted crop top with no bra earlier. When you’re off to the nail shop for the day with his wallet, he claims he’s too exhausted to tag along to keep you company while palming himself underneath the sheets as discreetly as possible. You pout and leave him behind when your convincing doesn’t get through to him.

perv!boyfriend!art who’s rushing to the en suite the moment the front door clicks shut to reach his hand into the dirty clothes hamper to pull out a pair of your most recently worn panties he’d bought from Victoria’s Secret. A lace red thong and hiphugger panties in the shade fresh jam. He inhales both deeply right in the crotch area and can’t help the groan that filters through his lips. It’s obvious you had just slipped off the thong. It still smells like you.

perv!boyfriend!art who’s getting himself off with the other pair wrapped around his dick beneath his tightened fist while burying his nose in the lace panties. His loose shorts and boxers are barely tugged down from how impatient he’d been. He instantly cums hard when he hears your voice. His skin prickled with heat and his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his skull like he’s finished experiencing heaven itself.

“Art, I forgot my phone. Is it in there?” You called out and your face contorted with confusion when you hear him elicit one last pathetic moan and sniff. “Are you okay?” You sounded so worried. It almost makes him feel guilty for what he’s doing behind the locked door.

“Mmfh– not in here. But…I’ll help you look.” He said before placing both back into the hamper and fixing his clothes accordingly.

You don’t miss how he smells like he’s been touching himself. But, you don’t breathe a teasing word about it because you’re busy.

perv!boyfriend!art who pouts and claims he isn’t when you didn’t take his advice of riding his face—using him as a home remedy when you’re stressed out. Can he be blamed for wanting your pussy in his face? His nose nudging your clit everytime you rock your hips while he’s burying his tongue deep inside, drunk off the taste and huffing through his nose so he won’t have to come up for air. The one time you do take him up on his offer is when you’re playing a video game and you’d been losing back to back an embarrassing amount. He doesn’t waste time crawling underneath the desk of your computer setup and disappearing face first between your spread thighs.

He tucks your panties away into the pocket of his adidas shorts. Your head cants rearward as your eyes flutter shut, a sharp intake of breath when he wraps his lips around the pearl before pulling back with a soft smack of his lips. He spits with precision before rubbing it on your clit with his thumb, his dick throbs in his boxers when he sees your cunt flutter around nothing and his eyes flicker up to catch your expression through his strawberry blond lashes.

His tongue is fucking you and working like he’s making out with it while you roll your hips greedily to take what he has to offer. The thought of you cumming on his tongue and you moaning is all the motivation he needs to get you there. His tongue licks a strip up to your clit, swirling on it, then sucking it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over and over. Even when your thighs begin to tremble and your abdomen clenches he won’t spare you. Your breath hitches, moans getting even louder til’ you’re over the edge and he moans while you make a mess on his face. It could be delirium burning through you but you swear it sounds thankful and it has your brain feeling fuzzier while his mouth pushes you through your orgasm.

perv!boyfriend!art who goes weeks without you noticing he’s using your panties to masturbate until his luck runs out by not doing laundry when it was his turn since he had tennis practice abruptly.

Art crosses the threshold of your shared bedroom, you’re walking out of the adjoining bathroom to meet him halfway with one of the panties he used (now washed and dried) in your hand. Another piece he’s gotten you. The moment his blue eyes widen, it’s crystal he realizes he’s been caught and can’t deny it. You’re physically holding his nasty little secret in the palm of your hand. He doesn’t want to seem sick to you of all people, but frankly, this situation he’s found himself in is bad. He sets his tennis bag down, taking a hesitant step forward and attempts to speak only for nothing to come out.

“How long have you been using my panties to jerk off?”

“I’m sorry,” Art says almost instantaneously.

His stomach flips thinking you’re going to laugh at him, that he’d be scarred and would have to take this entire situation with him to the grave and pray you would too. Then you bite your lower lip and cover the distance in three strides and he realizes you’re not mad. Especially now that he registers your blown pupils and hooded eyes. Any trace of malaise leaves him quicker than he can process.

perv!boyfriend!art who’s parting his lips for you without asking why when you say “open” while holding his jaw between your fingers.

You spit into his mouth, right on his tongue, while some rolls down his chin as he stares up at you, and then you finally settle down on his mouth. Your pussy spread right on his flattened tongue.

perv!boyfriend!art who’s surprised when you say you want to try something new and it ends up with your freshly tugged off panties stuffed in his mouth while you stroke his dick agonizingly slow.

“Fuck. You like that, don’t you?” You say in between soft gasps and a stuttered moan, his middle and ring finger pushing in and out of your pussy rhythmically trying to keep up with the pace you’ve set on him. He wants to go faster, make you cum before he does. He’s using every bit of effort to be patient and hold back since it’s your call. He nods, maintaining eye contact while your fingers are pushing the panties a little further into his mouth. You grin before it faltered for your expression morphed into pleasure and your lips are forming into a soft oh. His head slumps back and he lets out a muffled groan because you both can’t help but push each other’s limits.

a/n: guys this is a lil all over the place, don’t chew me up. I had to rewrite this three time bc tumblr and my docs wouldn’t save it so bear with me if there are some errors/issues.

👻: @ohyouluckysaint @blkqueeninspired

themes : sub!smoke, oral ( smoke receiving), orgasm denial

mechanic!smoke who gives you attention even if you don’t notice it. He starts doing extra stuff on your car when you bring it in. All you asked was for an oil change and your car came back, new paint job, new tires, sleek, and with a nice shine to it.

mechanic!smoke who you say hi and bye to every time you come to pick up or drop off your car. Now when he sees a black BMW pull up into his garage, he gets a little giddy, knowing that his favorite customer is here.

mechanic!smoke gets excited about the thought of getting in your driver seat to double check your engine, only because of the vanilla perfume that lingers in the air. You would never know he’s excited or looks forward to seeing you, He’s not a very expressive man. Barely talks to his colleagues but you were told he does the best work.

mechanic!smoke starts to notice the way you dress, you work a corporate job so often it's a nice blouse, heels, dress pants, and on a good day, (his favorite), a pencil skirt.

mechanic!smoke wishes you’d just glance at him. He’s a handsome man, yes but you’re so caught up with work, you barely make eye contact with him as you're always on your phone for work. You assume that the extra work he does on your car is out of niceness not because he thinks you're the finest woman he’s ever laid his eyes on.

mechanic!smoke is not a man of many words, he gives you a respectful thank you and your welcome but on a hot day, you came earlier because work finished early. You find him in a looser sleeveless shirt, dripping with sweat, crouched over someone else’s car. He’s grunting with how much force he’s putting into the wrench.

That day, Smoke notices you, despite you hoping that you didn’t look like some creep. But he doesn’t seem to mind, He tells you bout his name is actually Elijah, He’s about 5 -6 years older than you, he was a war veteran. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him talk this much before. You get a phone call from work but you let him know you’ll be back.

You start noticing him every time you visit the garage. You come by more often even if there aren’t any issues with your car.

“Can you check my engine?”

“Can you look at my oil?”

“I think I need air in my tires.”

One night in particular, he tells you to come pick up your car. It’s damn near 2 am, you don’t bother changing out of your sleep shorts and hoodie. It’s a little revealing but you don’t mind and on top of that you're half asleep.

Who’s leaning up against your car and you can finally see him, not covered up by all the motor oil and the soot. You wonder if he’s always been so toned. His muscles are bulging out the compression shirt he’s wearing, sweats loose, making you wonder what’s underneath. He’s glancing down at the pavement, not even realizing that you’re here already.

He makes eye contact with you and his eyes do a full sweep of your entire body and his eyes lingering around the frilly hem of your very short sleep shorts.

He dangles your keys over your palm when you reach out. You glance at your car, extra work again. When you question him about it though, his face remains still.

“S’all good, mama, don’t worry bout it,”

He puts the keys in your palm and you’re starting to notice how close he is to your face.

And that’s exactly how he found himself doing his absolute best to keep himself upright against the grill of your car. He didn’t think you were gonna take the lead at all, he also didn’t expect you to be this eager to suck dick. His palms are at the side of your face, gently cradling your face despite the fact that his dick is lodged in your throat.

Your knees are digging into the little pebbles of gravel on the floor and you're sure that they’ll be bruised and just might be bloody by the end of the night but you don’t care enough.

His hips buck while he focuses on the sound of your mouth dripping, wet and warm all over him. You’ve been so focused on him down here that you’re shocked when you take a look up at him. He’s got a layer of sweat over his trembling abs, he’s barely coherent, cussing and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. God, he’s so damn easy.

He’s bigger than you imagined but this isn’t your first time giving head and you’re sure that it won’t be your last with Smoke. You feel his muscled thighs trembling beneath your palms, he’s so shaky. You’re sure he’s had his fair share of women but he’s trembling like he’s never had this before.

“Baby, c’mon, slow down.” He trembles the second you finally pull off his dick, watching it twitch. Heaps of pre-cum seep out his slit and you’re barely five minutes in and he’s already ready to bust. Your right hand travels up so your thumb can rub at his thick curly happy trail and v-line.

“You keep adding that extra shit on my car, why?” You question him while pressing a kiss to the hair there. You swear you hear a soft whimper before he answers.

“J’s wanna be nice,” He slurs out when you start kissing the base of his dick. There’s a silence that passes that makes him look down at you.

“Don’t lie to me, ‘lijah,” You firmly tell him before continuing, you kiss him from base to tip. He’s thick all throughout.

“‘Cause you pretty an’ I like you,” He blurts out honestly, waiting for a reaction, anything.

You wrap your lips around the tip, keeping your eyes on his face while you do, noticing the way his jaw unclenches. You take him to the brim, your nose tickling the hairs there. Your eyes start to water, your vision blurs but you don’t care. You let his length warm in your throat and when you’re sure he’s not gonna bust then and there, you hallow your cheeks out as you pull away from his dick,

You keep going till spit bubbles cover his entire length.. You continue taking him deep, to the brim and pull off with strings of spit connected to your plump lips. You do it over and over until his hands start tightening around your jaw and his eyes water from how damn good you are at this. He hates when you pause and pull off of him, exposing him to the cold air. He has no idea how you can fuckin’ tell he’s bout to bust.

He fucks up without realizing it when he suddenly thrust his hips. You pull off, starting kissing his thighs and he’s ready to beg for your mouth to wrap around his dick again.

“Fuck, baby, M’sorry…ain’t mean it,”

You barely accept that mediocre apology, only giving him lousy kisses all over his length, You get off your knees and stand tells, watching him. He looks like he’s ready to cry at the thought of you leaving. His boxers hanging below his thick length, he’s dripping from both his pre-cum and your spit.

He looks at you, you truly never expected a big, strong, man like him to be so desperate and willing to listen, When you cup his face he leans into it, murmuring out incoherent apologies. He only stops when your other hand wraps around his length, slowly moving up and down. Your hand can barely fully wrap around it even. You start gently cooing and make him keep his eyes on your own.

“Be good for me, baby,”

His chest starts heaving, hips jerking into your palm. His eyes start rolling back.

“Wait, till I tell you.”

So he does, despite how hard it is not to. Your hand gradually moves faster, tightens around him. Whenever you feel him get close you speed up and then leave him hanging. Everytime he managed not to nut, you rewarded him with a kiss to the ear or his jaw, cooing at him to see how long he’d last.

“Look at you,”

“You’re so pretty, ‘lijah,”

Once you’ve decided that he’s earned it, you tighten your fist around him. He's basically drooling at this point and you get on your toes to finally kiss him on the lips. Not that you expected him to, but he barely kisses you back, too busy groaning and instead tucking his face into your neck while he cums. His big hands wrap around your waist while you keep jerking him off, whispering filthy ass shit in his ear.

“I want more, baby,”

“Keep cummin’,”

“Good boy,”

He blinks a couple times and by the time the haze is all over, his dick is limp against his thigh, still dripping wet. He’s catching his breath, his hands finally loosening on you. You’re kissing his jaw, telling him about how good he did while he’s thanking you. When he's finally back down on earth, you’re both looking at each other and he smiles which you’ve never seen before.

“So what was allat for?” He questions.

“Thanking you for the extra work you did on my car,” You reply back, watching him fumble with his boxers, ready to pull the band up before you stop him.

“We ain’t done, I still gotta thank you for the tires.”

He’s not sure he’s gonna survive the night.

kinktober masterlist

disclaimer : the length of these are not specified, some of these many be drabbles while others will be full on fics. Most of these will be released on a weekend! I am aiming on every fic being over 1k words.

✧ week one

country! riri x reader thigh riding, sleepy sex, nipple play, fingering, sub!riri, oral ( reader giving) mechanic! smoke x reader handjob, deepthroat, cockwarming, degrading! kink, orgasm denial, sub!smoke jinx x reader strap, bratty!jinx, humliation kink, dumbification kink

✧ week two

yelena x reader praise kink, mentions of fingering, bratty!reader, dom!yelena, phone sex older!tashi x reader mean! tashi, oral ( reader receiving), orgasm denial, extreme edging,

onyankopon x reader dom!ony, mentions of anal, oral (both giving and receiving), rough sex, situationship! ony

✧ week three

mmafighter!Toji x reader switch! (but mostly dom) toji!, sex swing, dumbification, breeding kink

mary x stack x reader mentions of infidelity, dumbification, threesome duh, mentions of blood, praise kink

riri x reader hatefucking, scissoring, mentions of fingering

tashi duncan NSFW alphabet everything under the damn sun

✧ week four

. beloveds ♡

⠀𓈒⠀⠀𓏸 ⠀npt⠀𓇼.. @SOURENNE @DZNPS @SHIIPMANZ @AGRONY @HRTFILM @FAISZT @CELESTIIQL

no pressure tags .ᐟ @cynnatea @ryyvkkr @inbred-eater @ohyouluckysaint @owuwi @aurorlia @blushhbambi

。୭⠀⠀〞 thanks for the tag 🤞🏽

𝐧𝐩𝐭 !   ິ  ׅ   ׁ  ꩇ anyone who sees this and wants to join ‹𝟹

I went through the tags. people are posting fluff. people are posting angst. either the tags are full of unrelated junk or those posts sit for days with 2 notes. maybe 160 if they are lucky. i’ve literally seen week old posts with three notes. y’all rotate between the same six writers and then complain everything feels the same. but when someone tries something different, nobody reads it, nobody reblogs, nobody interacts.

i know everyone says “notes don’t matter, write for yourself,” but if we are being honest, they do. interaction matters. it keeps people want to keep going.

this is coming from someone who does get a good amount of notes on their stuff, and i’m beyond grateful for every single one. i do my absolute best to keep my shit original and creative for the most part and i’ve said it before but if something gets three notes, i’m still thankful someone liked it. but when a post gets 20+ replies telling me they loved it? of course i fucking eat that shit up. hell it basically lights a fire under me and i will burn myself out writing 4+ pieces in a day when i usually take a week to two just to drop one chapter. that is what interaction does. it fuels people to keep creating new shit.

if we’re being real, y’all are not in as high of a demand for angst or fluff as you claim. most requests are for smut. if you want angst or fluff, ask for it, boost it, reblog it. even write it yourselves!! this space is supposed to be fun and full of creative minds but people keep falling into the trend of just doing whatever is popular at the moment and then if it doesn’t compare well to another persons fic + the interactions they got, it’s not enough.

if you want variety, you have to show up for it.

🫆🏷️@pvnks0ul @mariquitaaa @ohyouluckysaint @enaspaces @idyllicbby @shuririsecretl0v3r @diouna @riris-heart @chxxms @naomis-daydream @mrsudakuwilliams99 @lyfeofbilly @criaaturaa

note from mey > these are shorter than my usual hcs sooooo don’t shoot

｡𖦹°‧ bsf! riri that most definitely makes out with you in y’all’s free time.

｡𖦹°‧ bsf! riri who texts you like you’re in a relationship even though you aren’t

｡𖦹°‧ bsf! riri that catches it when you throw ass at parties

｡𖦹°‧ bsf! riri who is eerily calm if you tell her you’re talking to someone else because she doesn’t give a damn 😭

｡𖦹°‧ bsf! riri that treats you better than any boyfriend/girlfriend you’ve had

｡𖦹°‧ bsf! riri that cuddles with you and rubs your back when your sick

｡𖦹°‧ bsf! riri who has her half her shit in your dorm room because you two always have sleepovers.

｡𖦹°‧ bsf! riri that doesn't feel threatened by any single one of your talking stages because she knows its not going nowhere.

｡𖦹°‧ bsf! riri that you let straddle you while she falls asleep

𖦹°‧ bsf! riri who you let kiss you as a goodbye and all your friends look at you crazy....but that's normal right?

𖦹°‧ bsf! ririwho people assume you're already dating

𖦹°‧ bsf! riri who gives you gifts all the time and comes to see you in between class periods.

𖦹°‧ bsf! riri who talks to you like your her wife or sumn.

"Where's my durag?"

"In my drawer...to the left, baby,"

𖦹°‧ bsf! riri who casually says she loves you... in a best friend kind of way of course.

𖦹°‧ bsf! riri who links yalls pinkies together when yall are walking around campus

𖦹°‧ bsf! riri who posts you all over her instagram highlights and has a story dedicated to you.

𖦹°‧bsf! riri who you catch staring at you at times and ends up playing it off. 𖦹°‧ bsf! riri who fixes your lipliner for you and redoes it after kissing it all off.

𖦹°‧ bsf! riri who's patiently waiting for you to realize that she's very much so madly in love with you even if it takes a billion years for you to realize it.