#UNSPOKEN ! ✶

[criticalsucc]

“god you are so. fucking. pretty.” punctuated by the sound of my cock slamming into your dripping cunt

[lovewarmsoftdeers]

it’s so painful to watch yourself grow cold, bitter, and resentful, even toward small, irrelevant things, when all you’ve ever wanted was just to be warm, gentle, kind, and loving.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Everyone “hates” Mike in the FNAF movie..

[possamble]

hiii everybody are you normal about Falin showing Laios the same little spell that Marcille showed her? are you normal about Falin remembering it fondly enough that it was one of the first things she showed her brother while trying to teach him magic?

[somewhereincairparavel]

percy had an 'im a big three son' moment when he choked a goddess with her own saliva (controlling a fluid that was INSIDE her body) annabeth was terrified.

nico had an 'im a big three son' moment when he disembodied bryce lawrence (quite literally dissipating and shrinking his LIVING soul into a spirit) and threw him to the underworld, smashing his zombie warriors. reyna was terrified.

yet we were robbed of jason's 'im a big three son' moment where he sucks the air out of someone's lungs and makes them stop breathing, or damaging a person's nervous system with his lightning control, and literally cause internal bleeding, or a damaged/fried skull if he electrocuted hard enough (look up the effects of lightning damage on body y'all will get a whole list, tbh he doesn't even need lightning to do any of this, air control is more than enough since air takes charge of everything going inside the body, but this is just an added effect.) he could give people STROKES if he wanted to. he's the literal definition of burnt out kid who was suppressed from discovering the magnitude of his abilities, because one, his dad's ego wouldn't be able to handle it, two, because he, for some reason, can't be allowed to do anything other than get knocked out :/

also adding on, hardcore pjo fans know that after the ending page of boo, there's this fan story that rick chose to publish in the last few pages of the book where a fan reimagines the ending of hoo, in that work, annabeth collapses from an attack and percy sobs clutching her body. jason calmly asks him to step aside, and kneels before annabeth, jason regulates her breathing using his wind/lightning powers and brings annabeth back fully from her cardiac arrest, causing percy to be relieved. (I wanted to link the pics of the pages here so bad but I didn't have the hard copy of the book with me, and this isn't available anywhere online either, only in the original covers of boo uk and us version, so I edited this post and asked people to reblog this post w the pics if they have the hardcopy, and a kind blogger found the story I'm talking about and reblogged the pictures of the pages, you can check my reblogs of this post for the pictures of the almost all the pages after this scene) considering rick approved and even liked the fan's work well enough to publish it in the official boo book, I'd say rick was aware and never completely ruled out expanding jason's abilities and had them in mind, he simply didn't incorporate it into the books. (also W fan for giving jason the rep he deserves, I will always remember you, you saw the VISION before any of us did, the story was very well written, with great dialogue.)

[hereiswhatremains]

"I think that loving you has been the truest thing about me."

— Taylor Jenkins Reid, from The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

[omniscientpenguininatutu]

Calling ALL FANFIC WRITERS

This, ya'll need to learn this. (Ignore the fact that this is being said by the antagonist but also like he. Has a point.)

[mythboundcal]

The Garden Doesn’t Know She’s Gone Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Fanfic by MythboundCal

Zelda’s garden doesn’t know she’s gone.

It still blooms like she’ll be back any second—like the sunflowers haven’t noticed she stopped humming to them, like the lavender didn’t watch her vanish into light.

Link stands at the gate. The wood is soft with age, half-swallowed by ivy. The watering can rests exactly where she left it in Hateno. Rusting. Waiting.

He doesn’t touch it.

Not out of neglect.

Just… fear.

That if he waters the garden, it might forget her—that its roots will stop searching for her footsteps, its blossoms will stop blooming in her colors.

So he lets it grow wild.

The basil climbs the wrong wall. The squash vines curl over the porch. The chimes still sing when the wind hits just right, a song no one ever wrote down.

And her gloves still hang on a bent nail by the shed. One turned inside out. He doesn’t fix it.

Somewhere beneath the soil are seeds she never named. He won’t dig for them. If they bloom, they bloom. If they don’t… he’ll wait with them.

Today, he sits. The Master Sword leans nearby, but he doesn’t reach for it.

The porch creaks under his weight. He watches the marigolds twitch in the breeze, reaching for hands that never come.

The villagers don’t ask anymore. He’s glad.

Because how do you explain a wound that grows flowers?

Even now, he hears her voice on the air—light, scolding, fond. “Don’t overwater the rosemary, Link. It hates being fussed over.”

He doesn’t answer.

Just lets the wind rustle the leaves. Lets the garden carry the silence.

And when a white lily opens—out of season, out of place—he doesn’t wonder how.

The garden remembers.

So he doesn’t have to.

[herhurthoneyheart]

I will forever be the person who says "it’s okay, I understand.." even when my heart is breaking into pieces..

[onionninjasstuff]

carrying each other :з

[comfymoth]

i’m mad this is my most liked post right now so look at my cat instead lol

[criticalsucc]

gangbangs are usually depicted as this very rough thing, a handful of people just selfishly using whoever is at the center, passing them around, taking their pleasure without much care. and that’s fucking hot.

but, consider: romantic gangbang. being deeply in love with the four people fucking you. we’re all here for your pleasure, for your emotional satisfaction as well as physical. showering you with love and adoration and affection and praise as we worship every inch of you. us working together to maximize your pleasure, cooperating with the goal of getting you so utterly lost in it you feel like you are just floating on a cloud.

you just lie back and close your eyes, having no idea whose fingers or tongue or cock is in you at any given time. you don’t know who is currently sucking and biting your nipples, or who is kissing your neck and pushing their fingers into your mouth, or who is taking a fistful of your hair and turning you toward them to plant a kiss on your head. you don’t bother to figure out whose cock is thrusting into you with vigor, or whose tongue presses against your clit shortly after they pull out. you just know you are in a room with 4 people who would do anything for you.

you don’t have to worry about whether we are enjoying it. it’s impossible for us not to, with you at the center. it’s impossible to not be pleasured by your body, so very beautiful and delightful and delicious as it is. we do use you for our pleasure, but only in the way we know you like, and we do it so sweetly and caringly, because we all love you so very much.

[demigods-posts]

the biggest thing thalia and percy have in common is not their being a child of the big three gods. but their unmatched adoration for annabeth chase. because listen. these two will fight each other any chance they get. but the second you speak ill on their girl. it's on sight.

[digitaldaydreamm]

can you do something about tigh riding for childhoodfriend!reader and rafe. maybe she sat on his lap and talked about her day and unknowingly started rubbing against his thigh or they're at a party and there are a lot of people, she's sitting on his lap because there's no place for her and she accidentally starts fidgeting and he's just like "that's it baby?" with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. do what you feel comfortable with! luv u

unspoken claim

rafe x childhood friend!reader

| summary | you didn't even notice what you'd been doing...

warnings: thigh riding, semi-sexual acts in public lol, suggestive content

a/n: hehehe 😈

masterlist

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The party was in full swing, music thrumming through the walls, bass shaking the floor beneath you. The air was thick with the scent of liquor, cheap cologne, and the salty tang of sweat. Bodies packed the house, moving in rhythm to the music, laughter and conversation blending into a steady hum.

You had barely found a place to sit, the couch and chairs already claimed, people crammed together in every available space. But Rafe had been quick, tugging you onto his lap without hesitation, his arm slung loosely around your waist, fingers drumming idly against your hip.

“You’re fidgeting,” he murmured against your ear, voice just loud enough to be heard over the music.

You blinked, only then realizing how your thighs had been shifting, rubbing against the firm muscle of his own. Your hands tightened on his forearm, heat creeping up your neck. “I— I wasn’t—”

Rafe’s smirk was lazy, almost amused. “You weren’t?” He leaned in closer, breath warm against your cheek. “Then what’s got you squirming, baby?"

Your mouth parted, but nothing came out. Because, truthfully, you hadn’t even noticed—hadn’t realized the way your body had subconsciously reacted to his presence, to the warmth of his thigh beneath you.

He exhaled a quiet chuckle, hands sliding up to rest on your waist, thumbs pressing into your skin through the thin fabric of your dress. “Thought you were telling me about your day.”

You swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself, to act as if this wasn’t affecting you the way it so clearly was. “I—I was,” you stammered, shaking your head as if trying to clear it. “It was fine. Nothing crazy. Just—”

Your sentence cut off into a sharp inhale as Rafe’s grip on your waist tightened, dragging you forward—slow, deliberate. The friction sent a shiver up your spine, a rush of warmth pooling low in your stomach.

“Just what?” he prompted, watching you with that knowing glint in his eyes.

You could barely think straight, mind clouded with the sensation of his thigh between yours, the pressure building with every tiny, unconscious shift of your hips. He knew exactly what he was doing—knew how easily he could unravel you, even in a room full of people.

“Nothing,” you breathed, voice barely audible. “Forget it.”

Rafe hummed, gaze dropping to your parted lips before flicking back to your eyes. “Can’t do that, sweetheart.” His fingers pressed into your skin, coaxing another small movement out of you, the smallest whimper catching in your throat. “You know I love hearing all about your day.”

His voice was teasing, but his eyes were dark, heavy with something far more dangerous.

You swallowed hard, heart hammering against your ribs. “Rafe,” you murmured, a quiet warning, but it only made his smirk grow.

“Yeah, baby?”

You had no answer. Not when your body was betraying you, heat creeping down your spine, skin burning under his touch.

Not when you knew that if you let this go on any longer, you wouldn’t be able to stop.

His fingers dug into your waist, keeping you in place as his mouth grazed your ear. “You wanna keep pretending like you don’t know what you’re doing, bub?” His voice was low, almost a purr. “Or you wanna tell me what you need?”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, hips betraying you as they rolled once more against his thigh, the friction sending another wave of heat crashing over you.

Rafe groaned softly, his grip tightening. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, pressing a kiss behind your ear, just below your jaw. “So needy, baby. Just using me to get off, huh?”

You whined, breath hitching as his fingers trailed up your spine, steadying you as your body responded to him, your movements more desperate now.

The music, the crowd, the party itself faded into nothing, lost in the background of the moment. All you could feel was him—his warmth, his touch, the way he was watching you, drinking in every little sound you made like he lived for them.

His thigh tensed beneath you, and the pressure was enough to send you spiraling. Rafe caught the sharp gasp that left your lips, his smirk turning triumphant.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his grip keeping you close as he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. “So good for me.”

You barely had the energy to glare at him, your face burning as you turned and buried it in his neck, heart still hammering.

Rafe only chuckled, his hold on you firm as he rubbed slow circles into your back. “Guess we’re calling it a night, huh, baby?”

[kiisaes]

do you believe in luvdisc, or should i swim by again?