#WTF IM SO SORRY

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[jjsgirly]

wanna come over n' do sum blow? read at 2am … dealer!rafe cameron ! 18+, mdni. ༄.°

all over kildare you were deemed a "sweetheart" and an "angel" by anyone who knew you. you were poised and graceful, always dressed in pastels, your makeup light, and your hair always done up with pretty ornaments. your personality matched your looks—as sweet as sugar, helpful, and kind—vastly different from most of the people that resided in kildare. you were innocent to most. well, almost.

beneath the lily-white façade, you were a fiend. a coke addict. and rafe cameron knew. he was your best friend's older brother, and you barely knew him, really. whenever you hung out with sarah, you only caught glimpses of him as he was off living his own life, doing his own things, not that you cared, as when he was around, he treated you as "one of sarah's little friends" and picked on you a little bit. playful banter, you supposed, if it wasn't for the small jabs at your purity, mocking you.

it was honestly a mistake, one of those offhand coincidences. you had been doing so well hiding your little habit from everyone who was close to you, remaining as your usual as-pure-as-the-driven-snow self in front of them. that was until sarah had invited you to one of rafe's infamous parties, and you couldn't decline when she looked at you like that. how could you? she promised that there wasn't going to be any drugs or alcohol, but you knew better. drugs and alcohol were synonymous with rafe's name, so you decided to suck it up and play along.

the party was wild as always when you had shown up. sarah immediately led you through the estate and into the kitchen, crowded with teenagers doing god knows what. you tried to keep your eyes ahead of you and focused on the back of the blonde's head. she handed you a glass of water, nursing on her own cup with an amused smile gracing her pretty lips, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes and nudge her, causing her to bubble up a laugh.

admittedly, as the party went on and you had gotten separated from sarah at some point throughout it, looking around you made you start to withdraw. people were shameless in their illicit acts, doing substances so openly for everyone to see, but it was kildare. everyone and their mama had their habits, whether or not they cared to share them freely with prying eyes. of course, you were no different, and it was getting increasingly harder to control your urges.

you decided to relieve yourself by going upstairs, wanting to go into sarah's room to calm down and put yourself in order. as you made it down the hall, you noticed her older brother's door slightly ajar, which captured your interest and piqued your curiosity, moving towards it and pushing it open more, like something had overtaken you that you couldn't quite control.

the door opened more and revealed the dirty-blond's bedroom; you had never seen it before; sleek and clean for the most part, as expected of a rich boy, but the more it opened, the more you saw, eventually leading you to see rafe himself standing up against his balcony, doing a line with both doors open.

you were paralyzed, staring at it, praying to god that he didn't turn around and see you standing there practically salivating for it. to snort a line. to let go and relax. to get out of those fucking heels because, christ, they were killing you. unfortunately, god didn't hear those prayers, and as if he could feel your intense staring, he turned to look over his shoulder and at his now more than ajar door, your small, unexpected frame lurking in the doorway with the most bemused expression plastered across your delicate face, eyes wide and lips parted slightly.

oh, fuck, he thought, what a pleasant surprise. 

reading your face and demeanor as if he were a psychic, he nodded with his chin for you to come over, an invitation that didn't at all go unnoticed, and you accepted it naturally, walking into his room and closing the door behind you with a soft click, making your way over to him with small, tentative steps until you crossed the threshold and out onto the balcony with him, your eyes glancing at the cocaine laid out along the eloquent railing, tempting you.

"who knew that you of all people would be so interested in something like this, miss delicate flower, who never so much as raises 'er voice or does anything improper?" the dirty-blond sneered, his eyes gazing down at you with mirth as he so casually gestured towards what you wanted, and for the first time since he's known you, you furrowed your brows at him, irked.

"oho, fuck, princess. don't look at me like that; just messin' with you; i don't really care. honestly, i saw through your little bullshit act right away, but you seemed so invested in my sister, so i left it alone." he chuckled, shaking his head and turning to look out below the balcony and propped his elbow onto the railing with his head in his hand.

"s'not an act." you futilely tried to protest even despite being caught red-handed in your longstanding lie, nervously grabbing at the hem of your dress and fidgeting with it, uncomfortable with yourself, especially with the way rafe cocked his head and gave you a once over before settling his eyes back on yours, peering into them like he could see into the deepest part of your soul, where all of your deceptions lied underneath the wholesome appearance.

"sure s'not. if it isn't, walk out of here then. i don't need one of sarah's stuck-up, prissy friends in my room givin' me a goddamn headache when all i'm tryna do is relax." he stated, glancing at his door, as forthright and dickish as he always was, shrugging his shoulders with a smug look carved into his sharp features.

it annoyed you how standoffish he was, especially right then. you knew that he knew that you weren't going to leave, not when the metaphorical card was already laid out on the table, calling your name with its honey-toned voice, and you scrunched up your nose, eyes squinting at him, bunching up the edge of your pristine skirt into your fists. you hated that he knew, that he could see through you—some part of you really did want to leave, to call his bluff, make him look like an idiot for thinking of you any differently than what you presented yourself as, but you wouldn't. you couldn't.

when you didn't move an inch from where you were boring your eyes into him, rafe's cocky ass smirk only widened in response, and he hummed, amused by you, like you were some undomesticated, rabid animal seeking out your fix with crazed eyes. though, he had to admit, it was beautifully wild in a way, how you looked right then. he swore he could see the desperation lurking behind your eyes, feeling himself relent just a bit and shaking his head.

"go on. i don't mind sharin'." he sighed, moving a bit out of the way as he raised his brows, watching the way your whole attitude shifted, your eyes immediately lighting up like fireworks had just gone off inside of them, your body visibly relaxing, and the smallest hint of a smile forming along your glossy lips.

you turned gracefully on your heels and faced the railing of the balcony, eyeing the two powdery lines, residue from the one rafe had already snorted lingering by them, and looked around for something to use to inhale it with but came up short, letting out a huff, but, oh well, at least you were getting the relief you craved. reaching your hand behind your head, you grabbed onto your hair and formed it into a makeshift ponytail before leaning over and positioning yourself closest to the line towards the edge, using your free hand to plug one of your nostrils before swiping across, inhaling the drug, and pulling back, fluttering your lashes and sniffling.

rafe watched with eyes like a hawk, enjoying the unintentional show you were putting on for him. he felt elated to know that you had dropped the whole goody two-shoes act, finally showing your true colors, which he found to be much more appealing than that fake ass miss prim shit, masquerading as some proper angel when deep down you were just like everyone else, no longer hiding it from his prying eyes. he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't find you attractive at all in the moment, his gaze drifting towards your ass when you had bent over, wetting his lips, and following you intently when you rose back up.

he couldn't help himself; really, you were too fucking beautiful right then in your natural element, turning your head to look up at him with goddamn doe eyes, dainty lashes fluttering, the color of yours becoming greedily swallowed up by your pupils as the coke settled in your system, lips parting as you became more and more lax, simple-minded. you were easy now, and what you didn't know was that rafe did, indeed, not mind sharing, but that came with a price that he purposefully hid underneath his charitable tone, a price you were now going to pay for.

his arm dropped from the railing and stalked back closer to you, his eyes drinking you in like a fine wine as you tilted your head back inch by inch to look up at him properly, your features soft and graceful, some of your hair falling in front of your face.

he leaned his head down, his lips hovering close to your ear and eliciting a small, surprised noise from you, shivering a bit as you felt his warm breath fan over the sensitive skin. every sensation now heightened thanks to the angel dust coursing through your body, a bit dizzy and lightheaded.

"usually i'd ask you to pay me money for that sampler, but, y'know, i'm sure there's another way you'd be willing to pay me back, hm?" he whispered into your ear, his hand finding purchase on your hip and drawing you in, his warmth seeping through the silk fabric of your dress and making you stiffen.

your high made any rational thoughts leave your spinning head, so obediently you nodded your head and craned your neck back more, rafe leaving the side of your head with a wicked smile split across his face, sapphire eyes darkened, and he extended his other hand out towards his bedroom. "be my guest," and you did, having been piledrived into his mattress while clawing at him from overstimulation all the while he degraded you for being such a dirty fucking coke whore.

it was around 2am and you were up, sitting in front of your vanity and combing through your hair, having not been able to sleep for some reason, so you decided to doll yourself up just for yourself.

a buzz from your phone drew your attention away from your reflection and looked to it atop your desk, placing down your brush and grabbing ahold of it, unlocking it with a small scowl as you saw you had a notification from rafe cameron—your dealer. after that one night, you'll never forget.

he promised to give you good cocaine on account of you being the most perfect, pliant hole he's ever had the pleasure of fucking into, like his own personal fleshlight, so as long as you continue doing so, to which you agreed because it was a pretty good deal, but you made the condition of him not spilling your secret. he accepted.

> wanna come over n' do sum blow?

that was the text message. straightforward. you rolled your eyes and hovered your thumbs over the keyboard that had materialized within the chat, contemplating. no doubt this was a booty call, but you had been craving for that euphoric release for a few weeks now, having been preoccupied with other stuff.

is sarah home?

> no. at a friend's house. sleepover or sum shit.

you sighed. you didn't have an excuse not to go, so with tentative fingers, you gave him your answer.

be there in 20.

"r—a—fe!" you squeaked out as you dug your perfectly manicured nails into the dirty-blond's muscled back, fat, pearly tears streaming down your face as he folded you in half on top of his bed, driving his fat cock in and out of your weeping, overstimulated, puffy pussy, his hands keeping your legs secure with your knees pressed to your chest.

"take it, take it, take it. oh, god, yeah. so fucking good, sucking in my dick so well, huh?" he rasped, his thrusts relentless as he pistoned himself into you over and over and over and over again, your body trembling as it felt like you were getting electrocuted with shockwave after shockwave, rippling through your fucked-out body, not even moaning anymore, just crying.

the mushroom tip of his cock bullied your cervix with each mindnumbing thrust he delivered, not letting up even after the three rounds you had already been subjected to, your insides mushy and gooey, the base of rafe's dick coated with a creamy ring, answered for by your orgasms, each one being pulled from you that enraptured your whole body and left you cumming around his cock, milking him for everything you were worth.

"can't—take it—anymore! 'm too sens'tive! stop rafe! please, ple—ase!" you choked out through incessant whimpers and cries, back arching off the bed as he ground his dick into you, pushing you to your next orgasm rapidly, toes curling and your nails digging in even deeper, drawing groans from his kiss-bitten lips.

"nonono, baby. i gave you the sweet release you wanted, right? so, 'm gonna fuckin' get mine," he grunted, pushing down on your legs further, your body that of a contortionist with the way he had you bent like a goddamn lawn chair. "every," he pounded once harshly, "single," and again. "fucking," and again. "one." he picked his speed back up and threw his head back, strings of curses pouring from his lips.

your head was entirely blank, nothing in it, simply riding out your incredible high as rafe absolutely destroyed you, approaching your climax. with a final pump, you were sent tumbling over the edge and cried out his name like it was a prayer, your body lifting from the bed, head lolling back against his pillows, tidal waves crashing over you as your vision blacked out.

the dirty-blond simply gazed down as you convulsed around him, your petals fluttering around him and greedily clenching, cum sticking to his length as he slowed down his motions, mouth agape with pride as he watched himself fuck it back into you, your hole spent and aching, being overstimulated again, and through your delirium, you tried to push away, whimpering pathetically, to which he simply laughed in your face.

"uh-uh, coke whore. not done yet, haven't even come," he crooned bittersweetly, starting to pick up his pace again, leaning in close to press a few soft kisses to your knee, followed by a bite, causing you to jolt, his smirk widening. "stay still, yeah? i'll give you extra if you be good, and let me fuck you some more."

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[timethehobo]

Hearing news that he’s confirmed romanceable (and described as intimate and sensual) got me so giddy I might just expire.

[anesharem]

It's summer you know what that means! Rots in bed

[pomegranateplumes]

Booty rockin cowgirl come into ma barn ✨

slap me a dollar, cowboy

read my webcomic (new pages on the way 😱)

[wat-zu]

Fanart for @tulipsempai 's Mutual Aid comic part 15 and 16 cuz its literally so cool wtf are you kidding me 😭💥💥‼️💥‼️‼️

Bonus fanart for part 10

CUZ WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1!!1!!!!!1!!1!!!!!!!!! /POS

[fairsweetlonging]

thinking about crowyuan saving liu qingge from his qi deviation and disappearing before he can fully wake up so he won't be recognized (him being a demon and all), but it causes liu qingge to accidentally mistake him for shen qingqiu.

there is a massive fight during the next peak lord meeting, with liu qingge accusing shen qingqiu of saving his life and not taking responsibility for it as if it's a war crime, while shen qingqiu keeps denying he had anything to do with it and if he had saved liu qingge, he'd be rubbing it in his face every chance he got.

it escalates and escalates until liu qingge, red with embarrassment and anger, points at shen qingqiu and says "you were cradling me in your arms!" and shen qingqiu explodes.

mu qingfang tries to calm them down by saying that perhaps liu qingge hallucinated, which is not uncommon for a qi deviation, but that sets off some of the other peak lords who now start teasing him for "dreaming of shen qingqiu coming to rescue him", and of course that only makes it worse.

liu qingge refuses to let it go and starts bringing shen qingqiu his victories to try and pay off his debt, because he is an honorable man and he will not let shen qingqiu get away with this!!

meanwhile shen yuan is watching it from a distance wondering whether he made it better or worse by stepping in.

[coolsvilleprincess]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! <3

Wanted to draw a bunch of different pairings so here we go!! I wanted to draw them on how I imagine their dates with each other would go.

Fred and Shaggy started out on a walk but halfway through Fred saw a place they caught a bad guy once and started reminiscing on their good times spent together and who is Shaggy to complain, they definitely went to get food after it though.

Daphne and Fred went to a screening at the Coolsville local cinema where they were showing one of the first ever 3D movies. When the movie is over Fred spends the rest of their date talking about how impressive the improvements to 3D films have been since they were first invented. Daphne doesn't mind that much since she still gets to cuddle and they also probably went to get food after it where Daphne assigns their friends roles in the movie they just watched.

Shaggy and Daphne went to a football game where Shaggy gets to eat very many football game foods such as Hotdogs and whatever else they eat at football games. Daphne isn't even rooting for a team cause at first she wasn't sure about going but it hits halftime and she's caught up in the atmosphere and uses the celebration of any of the teams scoring as an excuse to kiss Shaggy.

Velma and Daphne are working on very important mystery solving and journalism career things on their laptops so they don't have time to go on a date date HOWEVER that will not stop them from flirting through messages as they work. Daphne sends Velma things like videos and songs that remind her of her and Velma can't flirt back so she just sends hearts like a disaster lesbian, good for her tbh.

[collegeboysam]

ANOTHER ONE?????? HIS LOVE?????

[smokbeast]

Papyrus sketches from my book the other day!

I like to think papyrus is serious and can become angry when he wants to be, but he’s such a nice and genuine sweet character he wouldn’t want to show that to the character or others.

[slasherscream]

I love your writing! And you just get my craziness and character obsessions. I was thinking what would happen if reader had a bruise cheek or lip, and refuse to tell them what happen. Then they discover that the reader was the one who beat the shit out of someone for saying something about their partner, and how proud yet pissed off they will be. I’m think Crazy Ass Girls Gang, need more possessive and protective FMC. Thank you!

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine - Tricks you into thinking she’s gonna be normal about it. She purses her lips when you won’t tell her anything, but quietly rushes off to get the first-aid kit. WATCH OUT! You have just activated a trap card: emotional manipulation. Her most powerful weapon. She’ll silently and dotingly take care of you. Disinfectant. Gentle Hands. Careful bandaging. Petulant silence. Painkillers lovingly dropped in your hand. Big sad eyes staring up at you. When you inevitably break and tell her what happened she could melt! She does melt, straight into your arms. You’re gonna be covered in lipstick by the time she’s through with you. Her hero. Don’t worry, she’ll help you clean up… eventually. Later, you’ll have to help her clean up too. It was so romantic of you to fight for her honor…. But she'd never let someone live after they hurt you, silly.

Jordan Li - Won’t drop the line of questioning until you’re damn near ready to fight her too. She hates that you’re hurt. She loves that you wanted to defend her. Jordan gets a lot of criticism, sometimes it seems never ending. The fact that you feel so strongly about protecting her, not because you think she can’t fight her own battles… but because she shouldn’t have to do it all alone? It means a lot. Still, she doesn’t want you getting into fights. Let alone fights over her. It doesn’t matter how badly you hurt the other person. If there are marks on you Jordan is going to go find them for round two. “You like to put hands on people?” Words spoken seconds before disaster (she’s ignoring the fact that you started the fight. Jordan could give a shit about semantics.)

Nancy Downs - Don’t wanna tell her? Cool! Get ready to experience her favorite couple’s activity besides shoplifting: abusing your coven bond to read your mind! Hooray! It will hurt badly. Because Nancy always makes it hurt when you keep her out on purpose, or hide things from her (or when she thinks you’re doing that.) But don’t worry, after she realizes how sweet you really were, she’ll make you feel all better. Cooing over you as much as she ever allows herself to coo. Cleaning your cuts. Healing you with her magic. Trying to ease the fever that always comes whenever she uses your bond in a way she shouldn’t. She thinks you’re the stupidest, sweetest thing. You’re witches. You don’t have to use your fists anymore to win fights. She leaves you with the coven and goes to enact a witch’s vengeance on whoever dared to lay a finger on you. 

Jennifer Check - You’ll try not to tell her but she immediately starts making such wild accusations you have to just come out and admit to why you’re injured. “I can smell someone on you. If you wanted to get beat up to get your rocks off you should’ve just told me, I’d happily beat the shit out of you.” Start talking quickly! She looks like she’s about to start fulfilling that nonexistent wish now. Once you tell her she has to suppress a smile. She’s a demon. She doesn’t need you playing knight in shining armor over what some jealous, mouth-breathing, loser is saying about her… but, it’s kinda hot that you did. She’ll show you just how hot she thinks it is. Then you two are gonna take a nice little drive, and you’re gonna point out the jackass who put bruises on you. She’ll fuck you again after she’s full. “Thanks for finding my next meal, baby.” 

Victoria Neuman - Victoria expects you to have better self control than this. Not telling her what happened isn’t an option. Ever. The look on her face when you first try and insist that nothing happened is enough for you to quietly admit you got into a fight. Her blood pressure sky-rockets. You two have an image to maintain. You’re her spouse. She has enough problems as it is. She’s thinking of viral videos, nightly news, seedy gossip magazines doing think-pieces: do we really want this person standing behind the president as first spouse? When you tell her you fought one of the Boys for trying to convince you she’s a monster? Well…. She goes a little softer. Victoria will pull you into the circle of her arms and thank you for being so loyal to her. She means it from the bottom of her heart. She’s also dreaming of the day she can pop their fucking heads. Touching you. Talking to you. Trying to turn you against her… they’ve crossed her last line. 

Carrie White - The moment she sees you she’s in hysterics: ��Oh, Angel, what happened?!” You’re really gonna sit there and not tell her anything? She’s worked herself into an anxiety attack within seconds. She can hardly open the first aid kit, she’s shaking so bad. The sound of your voice is always so soothing for her that you’ll start telling her the story just to have something to say. She listens quietly while she cleans you up. You’ll have to pull her into your lap before long, and kiss her gently. You’re all she has in the world and it scares her to death to think of you putting yourself in unnecessary danger. You’ll fall asleep curled into each other’s arms. You whisper soft reassurances: “Nothing’s gonna happen to me / I’ll always be here.” Carrie tries her best to listen. You’ll wake up alone, but wander downstairs just as Carrie walks through the front door. She wanted to get her knight in shining armor some breakfast from your favorite diner down the street. She watches you eat with a big smile, and thinks about how she’ll have to burn those clothes in the trunk of the car. She couldn't risk them trying to hurt you again.

Ginger Fitzgerald - Don’t piss her off. If you don’t tell her exactly who touched you she’ll rip the entire city apart. Women, children, men, everyone. Anyone. “Do you want me to do that? Huh, baby? Is that what you want me to do?” No? Then start talking. She won’t be able to see through the blood-lust long enough to take care of you. As soon as you say a name Ginger’s out the door. She’ll only return once she’s thoroughly covered in viscera and gore. She’s still dripping with it when she crawls into bed with you, smearing the blood across your body. She’ll lick at any injury you have, until they’re clean and closed, your skin smooth and unblemished. She’s the only thing that can leave marks on you. She’ll kill anything else that tries. “You don’t have to lift a finger for me, baby. If you want someone hurt, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you.” Just run your fingers through her hair and try not to cringe as your fingertips get stained red. 

Patricia (Split) - She’s devastated by the state you come home in after she allows you to go out on a walk all by yourself for the first time since you were…. taken. You’d been so good for her. So obedient. So sweet. She wanted to reward you. And now your eye is starting to bruise, and your clothes are all askew, and your knuckles are swollen. Her calm demeanor cracks, and it’s a struggle to stay in the light. She takes deep breaths, centers herself. None of the others are what you need, right now. You need her. She strips you down, runs you a bath, won’t even let you hold the washcloth. It’s only as she’s patting you dry that she can force out words, finally: “What happened to you, sweet thing, hmm?” The guilt nearly brings her to tears. Months of keeping you close and look at what just a pinch of negligence has done to you… You try to assuage her guilt. You tell her you ran into a neighbor, who’d seen the two of you out together once Patricia trusted you enough to accompany her for little things like grocery trips. You say it’s your fault you came back to her in this condition. That you just couldn’t stand the vile things they said about her. Her face drops into an expression you’ve never seen. It’s gone in an instant, replaced by that comforting, ever present smile she wears for you. She takes you by the chin and kisses your forehead: “My little sweet thing. Playing knight, are you?” You had her love before. Tentatively, you had something like trust. Now Patricia trusts you completely. Even so, you won’t be going out alone again. Patricia trusts you. But it’s clear she can’t trust the world to be gentle with you. Don’t worry, though. All you need to do is ask, when you want to feel the sun on your face. You never see that neighbor again, no matter what time of day you and Patricia go walking.

A/N: thank you!!! we need more batshit crazy women with something wrong with them! Batshit crazy women with something wrong with them unite! if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writer's fuel is engagement. Xoxoxo

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

yall i have a confession to make….i fucking hate slowburn.

[snekdood]

"if we make america worse and more of a dictatorship that will be even harder to unravel and make it the way we want the country to be, maybe then everyone will join our Glorious Revolution!" bb girl you cant even be in the same room with someone who thinks you should vote, how in tf do you think you're gonna unite people to fight in The Revolution with you? it's gonna be you and your 5 friends, i hate to break it to you.

[xx-sketchy-xx]

This just looked kinda-really-fun to draw. Inspired by @oktaviaanimeworld drawing

I forgot to add this

[heartorbit]

i wanna make a prsk major arcana...