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stovreye · 1 day
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I hate country music 🗿🗿
Messy farmboy Kon sketch anyone….? No? Just me….? Okay….. Also Kon would totally put studs on his cowboy hat 🤓☝️
Saves and shares appreciated 🤠🐓🌾
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strawlessandbraless · 23 days
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I need another ‘you’re not crazy’, maybe that would fix me
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usarmytrooper · 4 months
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Corn fed country boy.
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fuckarylee · 1 year
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Usagi is not a fan (secretly crushing tho, he’s hating it)
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truckman816 · 3 months
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dc-and-damirae · 1 year
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damian: jon I need a word with you.
jon: Are you going to yell at me?
damian: No, the opposite actually.
jon: ... I get to yell at you?
damian:
damian: I dare you to fuckin try farm boy
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shamrockqueen · 11 months
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She thinks my tractor’s sexy
Pairing : Sweet country boy Steve Rogers x reader
Warnings : Sex outdoors, Farm boy Stevie, country aesthetic (messy braids, overalls skirt, boots, no panties.) R18
Word count : 1798
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Steve had been chugging along under the heavy beat of the hot summer sun. It had made the sweat build up under his shirt and down the back of his neck.
Tilling up the fields would be the last chore for the day and definitely the longest. The old tractor still kicked up half a dozen rocks, and he could hear each one as it bounced off the old metal.
At first, he hadn’t seen you out near the front gate, boots up on one of the bottom metal rungs as you held onto the top.
You always get so excited when you come around and find him riding through the fields. He could always tell by looking at the big smile that pulled up on your face.
But, how could you help yourself? Watching Steve work up a sweat like this always had a way of getting you all hot and wet.
His shirt would often cling to the sharp cut ridges of his toned stomach, and if you looked hard enough, you could make out the tan lines on his biceps left behind by the sleeves of his shirt. It kind of drove you crazy.
You often liked to walk over to the farm to pay him special visits, and it wasn’t long until you spotted the sweet blonde goofball from the front fence near the gate.
You jumped right over the bars instead of waiting to be let in, and a brush of air flew under the skirt of your overalls. It sent a chill over your body as you vaulted yourself over and scampered up towards him.
When he saw you jogging up the field towards him, he had to stall the tractor just to hear you. He swears up and down that the sun shines just a little brighter when you show up.
The engine slowed to a low rumble as you got near the side of the tractor and shouted up to him so he could hear you.
"Hey there, Stevie."
"Hey yourself, you goin my way, Cutie."
"You gonna give me a ride?" You rock back and forth on your toes and heels as he repositions himself in his seat and shouts, "Hop on, little lady."
You can’t help but laugh as you twirl one of your braids around your fingers. He makes a little room, patting his lap for you to climb on up. A big grin spreads across his face as he watches you pull yourself into the cab of the tractor.
Once you situate yourself on his lap, you let his arm wrap around your belly to keep you steady.
He opens up the throttle and stirs a little dust as he gets the tractor back up and running.
"You want to steer?" He took his hands off the wheel briefly, giving you room to grab it as he let you navigate the tractor along the path he’d already made. All the while, you were wiggling excitedly in his grasp.
He’s sweet enough to have his hand on your stomach instead of letting it wander wherever he would have liked.
Such a gentleman.
For now, you have one hand on the wheel and the other pressed to his knee to steady yourself.
"Am I doing it right, Stevie?" You asked, trying to sound cute and sweet as you readjusted in his lap.
You wiggle your plump behind so that you can sit right on top of his increasingly growing bulge. You can feel him harden through a layer of denim, as your skirt didn’t cover your bare core as it pressed against his pants. It made his breath catch in his throat with a strangled groan, and he absentmindedly slid his hand up to better steady you on his lap.
“Doin fine, sweetheart.” He chuckled as his thick fingers absentmindedly slipped their way up your body.
Steve thumb snuck under the top of your overalls and over your T-shirt covered breasts.
In the same instant, his hand squeezed around one of them before he realized what he was doing.
"Doin a little too good, maybe." He chuckled at you as you wiggled your ass back just a little harder onto where he'd grown stiff beneath his jeans.
"Why?" you had to shout over the noise of the tractor, but your lips curled into a filthy smile as your hand guided him under the t-shirt to squeeze the globe of your breast.
His dirty nails dug into your soft skin as he kneaded at the tender flesh of your breast. You twisted your body to steal a kiss while keeping one hand on the wheel to help steer.
His lips were dry, but you made them wet as you flicked your tongue against his bottom lip. He let you slip it between them, letting your tongue tangle with his as his hand began to squeeze your exposed mound and slip his thumb over the sensitive bud.
That's when the wheel starts to pull from under your grip and turn on its own, nearly messing up the row he’d made. It has him nearly tearing himself out of your grasp to lock his hands around the wheel to steady it before locking one around your waist to keep you from falling off of his lap.
"Hey!" You shouted as you grabbed at the low roof of the cab of the tractor.
"Sorry, doll, we were about to go off track." He apologized as he tried to hold you closer to keep you from squirming out of his grasp in retaliation. An effort that proves to be fruitless.
You use what little room there is in the cab to turn and face him. You're practically hunched over as he scolds you for moving around while he's trying to drive. His hands are still firmly set on the steering wheel as he strives to work around you.
You boldly unclip the bib of his overalls and snake your hand up his t-shirt before turning south towards his pelvis. All while he’s trying to keep the machine steady. "Hey, get out of there."
Steve could yell at you all he wanted, but you knew he didn’t really want you to stop. You unclipped the denim at each hip before tossing the front of the overalls.Your hand runs right over the spot where his boxers were tented by his solid cock.
"You be careful down there!" He was genuinely worried but also very curious about what you had planned.
You try not to pay any mind to the mild spray of dust and stray pebbles that got kicked up at you, but you have half a mind to at least keep your knees locked while you're down there.
Decisions, decisions. Would it be a precarious handjob as he tried to keep the machine steady, or would you wrap your beautiful lips around him and swallow his seed?
He could still remember the first time he got you to put his member down your delicate little throat. You cried at first and made a terrible mess, but somehow he’d made a monster out of this sweet girl, and you kept coming back for more.
As much as you loved being able to run your tongue along his cock, you opted for something else. You give him a good few pumps before turning back towards him to push up your skirt with one hand while angling him towards your slick folds.
It dealt a hefty blow to his concentration and nearly fucked up the row again as his fists white-knuckled the wheel to keep it from jerking around. You didn’t miss the gravelly sign that you pushed from his chest as you sat back and slowly took him in.
"Woah! Here, really?" In contrast to his question, his arm tightens around your body as he presses his hips up to bury himself further into your beautiful heat. The rumble of the tractor shook the both of you together.
"Why not here?" You answered with a breathy laugh, the buzz of the machine sending sweet vibrations to tickle your core and, no doubt, his shaft as you felt it twitching within you.
He has to hold on to the wheel tightly with his free hand so as not to let the tractor wobble out of line, but you make it so difficult. Especially when you tried to move.
It was time that he took control of this wicked game of yours, so Steve anchored you tighter to his chest and kept a steady foot on the gas pedal as he fucked his hips upward. It drove his cock up nice and deep until he heard you squeak.
"Ah, baby. I can almost hear you over the engine." He laughed as he bucked his hips up a little harder, letting his thighs slap the back of yours.
Every bump on the path and shake of the cab could be felt as he bounced you on his cock.
"St-evie..ha.I’m gonna..." You whined as your head rolled back and your hips moved as much as he let them as you chased that sweet ending.
"Cum on my cock, baby. I know you wanna." The hand loosens from around your body to press towards your breast that wasn’t held down by your overalls, squeezing into your skin as his hips stuttered.
You unravel in his lap as your climax sends little electric jolts up your hips and back. You ground your hips into his as he spilled into you with a gruff "F-fuck..Baby."
In the same instant, his hand slipped off the wheel, letting the tractor take itself off the initial path and fucking up the entire row for a good few feet.
He’ll be scolded for it later, but that worry would be miles away from him at those moments. For now, he had to roll the tractor back on track.
When you pull him free, you give him a few good pumps with your hand, as he is still stiff to some degree. You could try and coax him into another round, but when you turned towards the horizon, you saw how the sun had turned orange as it started to set over the field.
"It’s gettin late, sweetheart." Steve voiced a similar concern as he almost pulled away. You grabbed his arm before it left your body as you sat back and pressed yourself against his member.
You left him plenty slick as you slid your slit along his shaft, eliciting a happy sign from his chest as you pressed him back into you.
You leaned in towards Steve’s ear as a bead of sweat made its way down his neck and whispered, "Just one more ride, please, Stevie."
How could he say no?
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fannyrosie · 1 year
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Country boy in Saitama
The last day trip I did in Japan was a motorcycle/hike trip to Sayama Hills in Tokorozawa, Saitama. I really wanted to get away from the noise of the city, so I tried to find a place that's close, but not crowded. People might know it because of its multiple Totoro forests, but I knew it because it's close to Seibuen, an amusement park with a retro town I was supposed to go to with my friends, but never managed to.
I know the outfit might not be the most interesting for you, but I still wanted to dress up. It still had to be practical enough for motorcycle and hiking (you'll realise the change to sneakers after the two first photos).
Outfit:Pants are Uniqlo, everything else is thrifted.
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supercap2319 · 11 months
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"Thanks for having us on your farm, Clint. I know you must have more than enough mouths to feed already." Y/N and Ikaris had been invited to Clint's farm for three weeks and it gave Y/N time to spend with his older brother, Pietro, who has begun something with the archer.
Clint smiles as he looks at him. "No problem, kid. I'm glad to have more people around here. Means I won't have to kill your annoying brother." Clint said as he stacked some hay bales.
"Remind me again why you fell for Pietro when all you do is argue and tease each other?"
"Because he's got a really nice butt. And he looks so good when he cum—"
"—Okay, that's enough information." Y/N frowns as Clint chuckles. "Looks like Ikaris is getting into the spirit here on the farm." He pointed to the Eternal dressed in black boots and a cowboy hat with blue jeans.
"Wow... He's... He's..."
"Ride 'em cowboy, my brother." Pietro said as he suddenly appeared, giggling as he looked at Ikaris.
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retropopcult · 8 days
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March 1931. A young farmboy stands on a dirt road in an unincorporated area of the San Fernando Valley. This area would eventually be included in the new neighborhood known as Sherman Oaks. The small town of Burbank is a few miles behind his left shoulder and the Verdugo Mountains can be seen in the distance.
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ares857 · 2 months
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internet find
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usarmytrooper · 8 months
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Enlarged by 2.5x and enhanced image for clarity.
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roughridingrednecks · 3 months
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Butch Stratford
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soureggs · 18 days
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i hate this man with a passion
i will sob uncontrollably if anything bad happens to him
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mypastnow · 1 year
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