#𓇼 indigo writes!

[lust4lore]

MDNI

cw: overstim, fingering, dumbification, mild dacryphilia, slight mention of drugs towards the end

rafe cameron loves it when you go all dumb on him. that sweet spot after your second or third orgasm when your babbling nears incoherent, broken whimpers and whines falling from your mouth as your pretty eyes grow starry and dazed. the point of overstimulation where your mind goes fuzzy and you can’t distinct whether you want him to stop or keep going, so the only intelligible words coming out of you are ‘rafe’ and ‘please’

oh, he’s so mean about it, too. all mocking pouts and teasing coos against the shell of your ear ‘thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart, hm?’ ‘what was that, baby? couldn’t hear you, you’re gonna need to speak up’

over and over, he’ll curl his fingers up against that spot that has you crying out and clawing at his back, thumb brushing your clit every so often as your shaky thighs close around his wrist. you’re not getting away that easy, though, and of course he parts them once more with a strong hand before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

it’s just something about seeing you like this that sets him off on a power trip— the feel of your wet cunt fluttering around his fingers, pink lips parted and glistening while your eyes roll back into your head. god, don’t get him started on the tear tracks that run down your flushed cheeks. the sight of you begging— no, crying for him has him harder than he’s been in his life.

he’d never admit it, but it’s better any line he could’ve done, satisfies him more than any high he’s been on. it may seem the other way around, but you have rafe cameron wrapped around your finger.

[lust4lore]

never thought i’d be into sweeney todd of all people but here we are

sweeney todd who comes back from fifteen years in jail, having not felt a gentle touch, let alone a touch from a woman in so long, that despite his desire for other things: revenge, closure...he can't help but be lustful for you, breaking a sweat at the sight of your breasts in your corset, feeling his pale skin flush when you touch him.

[lust4lore]

(finnick + cockwarming pretty please i’ll give you my firstborn child)

anon, i’m in love with you. take all of the forehead kisses. all of them. (btw, call me when that child is born!)

A/N: originally, this was gonna be something where reader and finnick are at a party and it’s kind of public, he’s a little meaner, but i think voyeurism as well as denying his girl anything she wants is a little ooc for him so i chose this instead. i still have the outline of the og, though, so if you’d be interested in reading that and are willing to excuse it lmk!

CW: cockwarming— mind you, fluffy cockwarming, because it’s finn!

MDNI, not proofread i cba 😔🫶

finnick odair would do anything for you. shit, he’s braved hell and back twice just for the chance to catch a glimpse of you again. you’re his world, the love of his life, and the last thing he wants is to see you upset.

which is why, when you entered your shared bedroom with a quivering bottom lip and glistening eyes, he dropped everything immediately.

“hey, hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he had asked gently, brows pinching together as concern started seeping in. he beckoned you over to where he sat with open arms, and you gladly went. he pulled you onto his lap, warm hands cupping your face as he searched your eyes for any indication of what the problem could be. “talk to me,” he murmured, anxiety forming a pit in his stomach when you didn’t give him an immediate response.

it had been a long day. all the noise, all the people, all the feelings had gotten to you, and you just needed finnick. needed to turn off your brain in the way only he could. “jus’ had a busy day, too much going on and-” you sniffed, looking up into those sea green eyes and feeling a distant pang of guilt at the panic that was rising in them. “i need you, finn,”

realization flickered across his features and his lips parted before he pressed them together again, his gaze shifting from worried to conflicted. finnick never found it easy to deny you anything— and this wasn’t even something he wanted to say no to— but he had deadlines to fulfill, things that he couldn’t put off any longer. you knew that, you did, but you really were aching for whatever piece of him you could get.

and so, you end up here, still sat in his lap as he slowly presses into you, a quiet whine falling from your lips at the stretch. your face buries itself into his neck, hands bracing his shoulders. “finn,” your voice comes out strained and desperate, just above a whisper as you sink down onto him. “m’right here, sugar, i got you,” his hands rest on your hips, lightly squeezing them in encouragement. you continue to whimper as you take the rest of him, adjusting to the size. “i know, honey, i know,” he soothes, one of his hands coming up from your hips to rub your back.

a few minutes in, you’re a bit more mollified. your thoughts come to a slow, sticky pace, and suddenly, nothing seems so loud anymore. all that’s left in your head is finnick finnick finnick and the comfortable weight of him inside of you. “this what you needed, pretty girl? feel better?” his voice is low against your ear and you give a small nod, because yes, it’s exactly what you needed, but your words are kind of failing you at the moment.

you stay like that for god knows how long, his arm wrapped around your waist as he continues to work, your forehead resting on his shoulder. eventually, though, you shift a little, and it’s just enough to cause his cock to graze that sweet spot inside of you. his muscles tense underneath you as you tighten around him and he makes a sound in between a sigh and a groan, picking you up as though you weigh nothing. “what’re you doing?” you ask, your voice soft and dazed as he sets you down on the bed, hands slipping underneath your shirt and roaming further up as he starts trailing kisses down your neck. “taking care of my girl,” he tells you, and, well,

you’ll have to start having bad days more often.

[lust4lore]

Rafe + casual dominance. That’s it. That’s all.

oh, anon, you have a big big beautiful brain. not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but my mind is still stuck on dumb!reader and brattamer!rafe so here you go

CW: mention of alcohol, mildly dark!rafe?

your lack of critical thinking skills annoys the fuck out of him, he thinks, but deep down rafe cameron loves the way you depend on him.

he’s there when you’re making rounds at a bonfire, blissfully unaware of your surroundings. a large hand rests on your lower back, lightly guiding you through the crowd and yanking you close when you narrowly miss bumping into someone. god, you’re so fucking stupid, anger flares in his veins and his fingers dig into your ribs. but then, you look up at him, doe eyes empty as you giggle a soft ‘thank you, rafey’, and his resolve goes up like smoke. a smile tugging at the edges of his mouth as he nods, mind settling once more.

he’s there when you’re cooking something on the stove, hair coming way too close to the open flame for his liking as you mindlessly tilt your head. he comes up behind you, grabbing your hair and jerking your head back until you’re looking up at him. ‘y’know, sweetheart, sometimes i think you don’t use your fuckin’ head’ he sighs, tying a messy bun atop your head. he takes your jaw roughly in his hand, planting a firm kiss on your lips before smacking you chidingly on the ass and heading back to his seat at the counter.

he’s there to cut you off after you’ve had a little too much to drink, taking away what would’ve been your next shot and letting the bartender know you’ll have a water instead. ‘alright, you’re done for the night. no more’ he tells you, but the vodka in your system has other plans, and you scoff before reaching for the glass again as he raises it over your head. ‘no m’not, rafe, give it back’ your words are high pitched and slurred at the edges, a muffled yelp leaving you as he squeezes your face between calloused fingers, leaning in close. ‘stop being a brat, i said you’re done for the night. quit whining’ his eyes are dark and angry, something in his tone making your thighs clench and your stomach drop.

you infuriate him endlessly, you’re one of the biggest bimbos he’s ever met. but you’re his bimbo, and that’s all that really matters.

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ARFARFARF so down bad for brattamer n casually dominant(by nature) kinda dark rafe n bimbo reader🤭🤭 imagine reader talkin to a random stranger in a bar or club or whateva she thinks its js a friendly interaction n shit after that rafes js there thinking 150 ways how to kill the guy for flirting wit his pretty little thing then she says it was a nice friendly convo n hes like whst???? yeah ahaha.... im obsessed pls forgive me

OH THIS GOT THE JUICES FLOWINGGG

the creative juices. get your head out of the gutter. that being said, thank you for your request! i hope i did it justice

CW: controlling!rafe, mildly dark!rafe, mmm kinda breaking my own guidelines w this one but VERY slight domestic violence? you get the point, manipulation

rafe cameron likes pretty things. so much, in fact, that he had known he was done for the second he saw you. you were cute— innocent— in a pink silk dress, ribbon in your hair and a sweet smile tugging at the corners of rosy lips. he just had to have you, and a year later, he did.

another well known fact about rafe cameron, though, is that he doesn’t share. and so, imagine his surprise when he comes back from the bathroom to see some man talking to you at the bar. he watches you for a moment, the rage settling in his veins enough to get his jaw clenching as you bat your eyelashes and giggle at whatever stupid joke that bastard just told you, pretty lips sucking at your straw as his gaze flickers down to your chest.

now that has rafe seeing red. he comes up behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist and causing you to slightly stumble back at the force of it. “hey, baby, who’s this?” he asks, fingers lightly twitching against your stomach. if you’re aware of the waves of fury radiating from him, you do nothing to show it, turning around in his hold with a naive smile and bright eyes. “rafey! this is alex, he wants to be friends,” you tell him, gesturing towards that sick perver— alex— behind you. “oh, does he?” he asks, but rafe isn’t talking to you, not really. if looks could kill, your new ‘friend’ would be further than six feet under the ground. “y’know, alex, i think my girl has enough friends already,” he squeezes your side, glancing down at you. “don’t you think, sweetheart?” the grasp he has on your waist tightens, fingers digging into your skin in a way that’ll probably bruise later.

you tilt your head, a crease forming between your brows as you lower your voice. “rafe, what- ow!” you yelp quietly as his iron grip bores into your ribs. he pays you no mind, though, still fixing alex with a chilling, eerily calm smile. “shit, man, i’m sorry, i’ll- m’gonna head out now,” the shorter boy mutters, looking intimidated as he staggers backward and rushes out the door. rafe gives a quiet chuckle at that and one of his hands grabs your wrist, yanking you closer. tears prick your eyes as he nearly cuts off the circulation in your hand, leaning in close to your face. “the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh? letting other guys flirt with you like that?”

you let out a whimper at his harsh words, a tear rolling down your pretty face. “he was jus’ being nice, i-” you whisper, and a hint of satisfaction cuts through his anger. look at you, you need him, who else’ll be there to protect you from all of those gross guys trying to get a piece of his sweet girl? he sighs, bringing a hand up to wipe the tears off of your cheeks. “c’mon, doll, you know better, did you see the way he was lookin’ at you?” you just look up at him, tears still sitting in your waterline as he presses a kiss to your trembling lips. “i didn’t mean to make you upset, a’ight? m’just trying to protect you,” he murmurs, and you instantly feel a little guilty for the way you reacted. “m’sorry, i didn’t know he was-” but rafe shushes you, stroking your cheek gently.

“s’okay, baby, you’ll remember who you belong to when we get home,”

[lust4lore]

finnick odair is tough. he is corded muscle and calloused hands, a true victor. everyone knows that— you know that— it’s just hard to believe when that very same finnick odair is carefully braiding your hair before bed so it doesn’t tangle itself while your sleeping, when he pulls you close to trace ‘i love you’s and lopsided hearts onto the skin that covers your shoulder blades. the same one that presses kisses to your forehead and the bridge of your nose before even touching your lips, the one that doesn’t kiss you hungrily like the others, but rather as if he’s giving you all the love he has to offer. he certainly doesn’t seem tough to you, crawling on top of you after a long swim and letting you gently detangle his salt-ridden waves as he hums softly against your collarbone. finnick odair is tough, but your finnick— your finn— is soft as they come.

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i’m back with more joe rantz songs. ignore the cringe and feel out the concept please im begging:

pink in the night by mitski

so it goes… by taylor swift

tear in my heart by top

me and my husband by mitski

work song by hozier

it’s nice to have a friend by taylor swift

it’s nice to have a friend ! 💗

A/N: please ignore the fact reader is technically supposed to be in a dorm 😍 also, i love songfics! hope this was something you were looking for. NOT PROOFREAD 🗣️🗣️🗣️

joe rantz who offers— who insists on walking you home after dinner. ‘it’s dangerous out here this time of night, just… let me take you, please, the walk’s not far’ for a moment, you’re conflicted. you don’t want to impose, you tell him, put him out of his way; but then, he looks down at you with that kind smile and those soft eyes, and, well, you’d be a fool to turn him down.

joe rantz who always has an eye on you, observing the way your eyes light up when you speak about something you love, engraining into his mind the warmth of your smile or the sweetness of your laughter. his gaze is fixed on you like he can’t look away, and so it’s inevitable that he notices the goosebumps that decorate your skin as the temperature catches up with you, the ones that would be invisible to anyone else. joe rantz who slips his jacket over your shoulders when he does.

joe rantz who enjoys his crewmates but enjoys you more, sneaking away from the noise of the post-win celebration to sit up on the roof with you. the two of you watch as the sun sinks into the horizon, the sky a soft pink above your heads. he asks you about yourself— about where you want to go, who you want to be, what you want to do— and you feel like it’s the first time anyone’s taken you seriously. you like him, you decide, and it’s apparent in the way your breath catches when his hand brushes yours.

joe rantz who comes to the conclusion that there couldn’t be a happier man on earth, carrying you over the threshold of the home you now share as church bells ring throughout seattle. you’re wearing a wedding dress and a bright smile, and he’s convinced he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

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y’all crack me tf up sometimes 😭 cuz what?

[lilmaymayy]

😊😊

(finnick + cockwarming pretty please i’ll give you my firstborn child)

anon, i’m in love with you. take all of the forehead kisses. all of them. (btw, call me when that child is born!)

A/N: originally, this was gonna be something where reader and finnick are at a party and it’s kind of public, he’s a little meaner, but i think voyeurism as well as denying his girl anything she wants is a little ooc for him so i chose this instead. i still have the outline of the og, though, so if you’d be interested in reading that and are willing to excuse it lmk!

CW: cockwarming— mind you, fluffy cockwarming, because it’s finn!

MDNI, not proofread i cba 😔🫶

finnick odair would do anything for you. shit, he’s braved hell and back twice just for the chance to catch a glimpse of you again. you’re his world, the love of his life, and the last thing he wants is to see you upset.

which is why, when you entered your shared bedroom with a quivering bottom lip and glistening eyes, he dropped everything immediately.

“hey, hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he had asked gently, brows pinching together as concern started seeping in. he beckoned you over to where he sat with open arms, and you gladly went. he pulled you onto his lap, warm hands cupping your face as he searched your eyes for any indication of what the problem could be. “talk to me,” he murmured, anxiety forming a pit in his stomach when you didn’t give him an immediate response.

it had been a long day. all the noise, all the people, all the feelings had gotten to you, and you just needed finnick. needed to turn off your brain in the way only he could. “jus’ had a busy day, too much going on and-” you sniffed, looking up into those sea green eyes and feeling a distant pang of guilt at the panic that was rising in them. “i need you, finn,”

realization flickered across his features and his lips parted before he pressed them together again, his gaze shifting from worried to conflicted. finnick never found it easy to deny you anything— and this wasn’t even something he wanted to say no to— but he had deadlines to fulfill, things that he couldn’t put off any longer. you knew that, you did, but you really were aching for whatever piece of him you could get.

and so, you end up here, still sat in his lap as he slowly presses into you, a quiet whine falling from your lips at the stretch. your face buries itself into his neck, hands bracing his shoulders. “finn,” your voice comes out strained and desperate, just above a whisper as you sink down onto him. “m’right here, sugar, i got you,” his hands rest on your hips, lightly squeezing them in encouragement. you continue to whimper as you take the rest of him, adjusting to the size. “i know, honey, i know,” he soothes, one of his hands coming up from your hips to rub your back.

a few minutes in, you’re a bit more mollified. your thoughts come to a slow, sticky pace, and suddenly, nothing seems so loud anymore. all that’s left in your head is finnick finnick finnick and the comfortable weight of him inside of you. “this what you needed, pretty girl? feel better?” his voice is low against your ear and you give a small nod, because yes, it’s exactly what you needed, but your words are kind of failing you at the moment.

you stay like that for god knows how long, his arm wrapped around your waist as he continues to work, your forehead resting on his shoulder. eventually, though, you shift a little, and it’s just enough to cause his cock to graze that sweet spot inside of you. his muscles tense underneath you as you tighten around him and he makes a sound in between a sigh and a groan, picking you up as though you weigh nothing. “what’re you doing?” you ask, your voice soft and dazed as he sets you down on the bed, hands slipping underneath your shirt and roaming further up as he starts trailing kisses down your neck. “taking care of my girl,” he tells you, and, well,

you’ll have to start having bad days more often.