#anon 🪄

[abyssal-ilk]

do you have any thoughts on viv x blackwall friendship dynamic?

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I DO, ACTUALLY! thank you so much for the ask!!!

i think it is a very strained friendship, if one can even call it "friendship". they both perceive the other to be something they are staunchly against. vivienne views the wardens as being unnecessary/dated at best and predatory/dangerous at worst, and blackwall views vivienne to be a pampered noble lady who's willingness to get involved with the inquisiton and her subversion of his expectations of her makes her suspicious. vivienne sees blackwall as a puppy because of his eagerness to matter, and blackwall sees vivienne as a snake because of the cunning that allows for her survival.

(i've barely touched on this before but i do think the fact that vivienne is a woman plays into how blackwall goes about interacting with her. he would not be speaking to her in their banter with the same manner if vivienne were a man, and i think that's important to note.)

i think there is only a very small window where vivienne and blackwall could reasonably be considered friends, and it would have to be after haven falls but before blackwall is revealed to be thom rainier. in my mind it is a friendship of necessity; neither particularly likes the other, but they are fighting together alongside the inquisitor and share a common goal. it's hard to be constantly at someone's throat when you're spilling blood with them and then patching up their wounds afterwards. and they are both defenders! keeping the rest of their team safe is something both vivienne and blackwall care deeply about, and if nothing else, that protectiveness is something to bond over. even if blackwall struggles to see vivienne's care for what it is and vivienne thinks blackwall's viewpoint is vastly naive.

vivienne and blackwall aren't as different as they think, either! they're both free marcher commoners who have had to carve out a place for themselves in orlais as foreigners, but vivienne succeeded in finding a place for herself and blackwall lost that place when he took that bribe and allowed his men to kill a family of innocents. blackwall allowed his own selfishness to get the best of him at the cost of others– something vivienne has not done, and i think that conficts with the view blackwall has on nobility and soldiers, or authority in general. a soldier is just a man following orders to him– the ones commanding the soldiers are the ones to blame for any wrongdoing. but vivienne does not order soldiers. she is a "noble lady" to him, but takes matters into her own hands and puts herself at risk while blackwall once allowed his men to take the fall for himself. this defying of expectations rattles blackwall and he projects a lot of his own insecurities onto her.

vivienne doesn't know any of this, of course, until after blackwall is revealed to be thom rainier. and i do not think vivienne would be forgiving of that deception. she'll play somewhat nice so long as the inquisitor is willing to keep blackwall around, but blackwall being willing to allow his men to slaughter a family for his own gain and then spending years hiding from it? treating her as being suspicious and manipulative when he was the one lying all along? yeah. she's not just letting that go. especially if she happened to start actually liking him somewhere in all of that, and considering she eventually ended up caring for cole? it's not that big of a reach to think she did the same for blackwall.

it's especially juicy if vivienne personally knew the family that blackwall had his men kill, as vincent callier was an ally of celene and vivienne was celene's advisor. or even if rainier was someone vivienne previously took interest in when he was in the army because he was a free marcher like she was. there's a lot of potential in their dynamic!! they're soo fun to think about

i have like half an old fic written of blackwall helping patch up vivienne after a fight while they're seperated from the rest of the party that digs into their dynamic a bit,, mayhaps i will finish it if people are interested

[winterrrnight]

husband!rafe just doing the little things like turning on the car ac, tracking his wife’s period, buying her skincare products when she runs low

ouuuhhhh my goddddd I am going feral over this cause this is just so accurate!!!

part of this little universe <3

rafe is just always making sure that his lovely goddess of a wife doesn't feel out of her comfort zone at all.

she usually goes to her work before he leaves to get to the business, so while she is getting ready, he goes to their driveway to do a quick check of her car.

he checks the tires once for their air pressure, he checks the engine every now and then, checks if the car has enough gas or not (even when he got the tank full just the previous day).

if there is any issue, he gets to fixing it immediately. lets say the tank was almost empty, he would've taken it to the nearest gas station and would've bought it back before she is even done getting ready.

once he gives a green light to everything, he turns on the ac to cool the car before she comes (or the heater if it is winters).

next topic of agenda: her periods.

he always keeps a mental note of her period dates so he can estimate when she'll get them the next month.

when he knows she's going to her period in a matter of days, he does some... preparations.

preparations include stocking up on everything she craves when she is on her periods: sweets, chocolates, ice cream, candy; you name it, he has it.

if she tends to have bad cramps, he keeps hot water bottles ready for her.

at night when she feels troubled from the pain and can't sleep, he gently rubs her tummy, lower abdomen, thighs; wherever her cramps are bothering her.

if she tends to have mood swings, he stays as gentle as he can with her, always talking to her softly and just simply taking care of her.

and the last one!!!! personally I'm here for that😚he keeps a good check on her skincare products and how close they are to finishing.

he has her skincare routine memorized, he knows the steps and he knows the products and the brands she uses.

in fact I strongly hc that his wife is the one who got him into skincare too!!

"sunscreen is important and there's no way I'm letting you leave the house without it."

she only had to say it once; he always listens to his goddess.

but yeah, he keeps a check on the products, and sometimes his wife is surprised to see she has received a skincare package but then she realises she was running low on those specific products.

and if his wife likes to do make up, I feel this applies to that too!!

he heard her talking about this eyeshadow palette, and bam! it's on their porch in a few days. (probably the very same day cause he is a proud amazon prime member and wants his wife to get her gifts as quick as possible 😁).

(share any of your husband!rafe thoughts and headcanons or for drew/rafe/zach! sfw only <3)

[mattscoquette]

perv!matt going to readers house to hang out with her brother and overhears her in her room touching herself (he’d be going FERAL)like he can hear faint moans and he like pushes the door open slightly EUGH😣

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omg wait yes i’m changing this slightly don’t mind

matt was shaking in anticipation all day when he found out you invited him, nick and chris over to your apartment for a game night. it didn’t go unnoticed by matt when you’d disappeared to go “grab something from your room,” and had been taking longer than necessary. he decided to excuse himself to the bathroom, which just so happened to be right next to your room. as he flicked the lights on, he had heard it. the softy, breathy moans coming through the walls of your bedroom. he froze, feeling his cock stiffen as he heard the sounds, and pressed his ear against the wall, listening in on you. he heard the wet squelching sounds of your fingers playing with your pretty pussy, alongside the soft noises escaping your lips. he wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he could’ve sworn he heard you moan his name.

[notyourjaem]

mm thinking about photobooth pictures with yeonjun turning very dirty!! it all started off sooo innocent until he grinded you down on his lap! hopefully there’s not a line waiting,, the pictures coming out on the other end being proof of what took so long >~<

- 🪄 new anon ahh

I saw this and I was literally had my hand over my mouth (it was also like 7am lol SOOOOO)

hi hi hi new anonie, welcome!! it’s a fun time here I think, enjoy your stay.

⚠️ warning! erm public sex…and I don’t know how a modern photo booth works nor have I like been in one within the last 15 years ok anyways

sit on my lap. yeonjun pulled you into his lap, your skirt riding up slightly, making you move to fix it. it’s just me, no one can see you.

you got more comfortable on his lap in the Photo Booth, putting your arms over his shoulders as one of his arms firmly gripped your waist.

you gonna press the button? you asked, glancing at the screen that showed you a preview of what the picture will look like.

yeah, yeah. yeonjun pressed the button, and the both of you posed rather cutely together.

you look so cute. he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your jaw as you were looking away from him. in your little skirt. his hands gripped your hips as he suddenly grinds you down onto his hardening cock; hitting your panty covered cunt perfectly, making you gasp.

jjun. we shouldnt do that here. you warned as his hands were now underneath your skirt. what if there’s people out there?

his hands roughly kneaded the meaty flesh of your ass; emitting a subtle hum of a moan out of you.

we’ll be fast….just be quiet for me mkay?

you nodded, lifting your hips slightly so he could slip his cock out of his pants. you felt him swipe the tip against your clit, making you let an audible noise slip out of your mouth.

shhhhh im not even inside of you yet. yeonjun slightly laughed at your state.

finally, he bottomed out inside of your cunt. parting his thighs slightly and leaning back on the seat; you felt him so deep you had to fight to hold back whimpers.

fuck….jjun. your voice was barely audible as you rocked your hips into him, trying so hard not to make any noise.

yeah…just like that. fuck…wanna take a picture of you like this… yeonjun lifted up your shirt, making sure the camera could get a lovely view of your hardening nipples.

yeah, hopefully no one could see the reason why you were taking so long in that photobooth….

[merakiui]

omg omg idk if you’ve ever read this doujin oneshot before,,, n i sadly don’t remember the name anymore (ó﹏ò｡)

BUTTT in a nutshell : a young woman is stopped by some strange man who confuses her for his childhood pet bunny n is later kidnapped by said strange man where he drugs her n forces her to be his sexual pet,, (⚠️ SPOILER : he succeeds in mind breaking her by the end)

one scene in particular caught my attention n it was when the protag manages to escape thru the window while the man is distracted but is quickly tranquilized before she actually gets past the gates. she wakes up the next day unable to move her legs n the man reveals that he had her achilles tendon cut,, permanently paralyzing her

that man was js so ROOK-CODED !! >///< the whole bunny motif, breeding kink, his obsessive ramblings, how he imprisoned the protag n did everything for her, being insanely pretty n rich,,, HELL EVEN THE SAME HAIRCUT

maybe the only diff being that rook doesn’t mind chasing whereas the guy REALLY didn’t tolerate escape attempts

i’m curious if you ever read it before n would love to hear your thoughts on the same concept w rook (,,>ヮ<,,) !

btw how was your day? <3

- 🪄 anon

Σ(°���°) I know exactly what doujin you're referring to!! It's My Sweet Bunny Cage! I read it after an anon suggested it to me a while back. :D I've also read The Neighbor in Room 203 Disappeared Leaving Their Keys Behind, which is by the same circle! That one is such a journey,,, WOW. I like it a lot because the male lead looks a little like Azul if you're delusional and obsessed enough hehe. (๑>◡<๑) aaa but maybe it's just the mole placement and glasses and expressions. ;;;;;

Rook in the plot of My Sweet Bunny Cage is very yes!!! He's the perfect level of delusional. Your protests and pleas go in one ear and out the other. He just doesn't register them. And every time you kick and struggle and scream it only makes him adore you even more. You really are just like his beloved pet rabbit from childhood. <3 waaaa and the breeding kink!!! Rook saying the sweetest of things to you while he's pounding you dumb in your cute, frilly dress.

Omg imagine if you were actually a bunny hybrid/beastgirl......... even more reason for Rook to latch onto you and keep you forever as his pretty bunny. <3 part of me thinks he wouldn't make it so that you can't walk, if only because it's the chase that invigorates him. He likes it when you're feisty and stubborn sometimes! He doesn't even have to hurt your legs either. When you're so panicked and desperate to escape, you'll inevitably hurt yourself if you aren't careful. Even covered in blood, you're still beautiful. :)

[miupow]

Hyuka cuddlefucking you; him putting his fingers in your mouth bc you're being loud and he's trying to watch the movie 🫡

~🪄(im just in love with kai)

hyuka cuddlefucking during a horror movie comes back to haunt me… ever since @joocomics put that thought into my brain i haven’t been the same i’m a changed woman now

his big fingers in ur mouth because ur being so loud up in his ear and he’s trying to watch the movie hehe panties down to your ankles with ur skirt still on as u bounce in his lap <3 crazy

[honey-minded-hivemind]

I don't have any questions or requests or anything like that

But here's some more Cobbler!Reader doodles

I love them all!!!

Poor Patches (Cobbler!Reader) woke up to find a thief stitches to their arm, who is shocked amd trying to pull away (only pulling Reader up amd waking them in the process). (Plus look at alarmed Gambit, with his fluffy hair!) Patches has stitches everywhere! They're like a patchwork quilt! Sewing their arms (Logan amd Hank are trying to pull their hands away without causing the stitches to bleed-), holding nails and tacks in their mouth (it adds to their expression, you did marvelous with it!), their beanie hat and vest/jacket and scruffy fluff hair! AWww! They're such a bean!

( @thewickedweiner Cube Anon, this is adorable. Thank you for introducing the idea of Cobbler!Reader! And the idea of them stitching themself to Gambit. Comedy gold and a bonding moment, right?) (Remeber to takes break and eat some food. And to drink your water!) (Here's a bonus part for Scales And Tails AU: Gambit and Logan and Scott act like mother hens/cats towards Reader, who they scopp into their scaled embrace and wrap up in their claws/wings/tail... And Reader has wings, and can fly, because they need something good; they go on flights with Rogue amd Jean and Storm, and learn to hunt with Logan, and learn how to hoard stuff with Gambit-) (Gambit, no, no, do NOT kindAp the BaBy-!)

(Just watch Cobbler!Reader meet the Readers... The bean gets along real well with Sentinel Reader-!)

[tvgals]

Ok ok hear me out‼️

Miguel (YOUR FATHER) grounds you from seeing your unknown boyfriend (Miles Morales 🤭) But you being sneaky go see him without permission and you guys post a tiktok ykno one of those tiktoks that flex the relationships and you follow jessica so she practically SNITCHES on you to Miguel (She found ur tiktok account somehow??) So Miguel Demands to meet this mystery boy (Imagine his face wasn’t showing in the tiktok) and when he finds out it’s Miles you and your dad get into a fight but it all ends in fluff

(The tiktok is that one trend ‘catch me in vegas, catch me in tokyo thing please know what i’m talking about 😭)

Sorry if the ask was too long but i’ve been thinking about this for D A Y S now‼️ Love you, drink ur water, and stay safe ! :3

aur em gee i’m living for this …

you’d came home late for the third night in a row, miguel sitting on the couch in the dark, scrolling on his ipad with his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. you should’ve known better than to come through the front door, but alas, you did it anyways. as soon as you step into the house you hear a “look who’s home.” and you jump. your heart rate going down as soon as you realize it’s just your father. shit.

“hey!…” you chuckle nervously — taking off your crocs. “this is the third time you’ve been late.” miguel says, turning off his ipad. “i know, dad. i’m sorry.” you say, standing in front of him while picking at your hangnails. “you said that the last two times you were late. you’re grounded, y/n. you and this little boy — who i’ve never met — are getting on my last nerve.” miguel says, standing up, leaving you a dumbstruck mess. you trail behind him and plead your case. “but dad! you don’t even know him! he’s literally perfect!” you said, following miguel into his room.

“exactly. until i meet this little boy — you’re banned from seeing him until further notice. and if i even suspect you’re seeing him, you’re done.” miguel says. you purse your lips together and walk out the room with a “this is not fair.” under your breath and walk into your own room — slamming the door shut. you lay on your bed and shove your face into your pillow. you heard a buzz from your phone and pull your head back, turning your phone on.

‘babyyyy i wanna see u! o(≧▽≦)o’ you smile at the text, obviously from miles by the kaomoji. you sigh and open the text, biting the inside of your cheek before looking at your bedroom door. ‘can’t :( dad grounded me >:(‘ text bubbles popping up almost immediately. ‘oooo what did u do?!?’ you grin and text back — not wanting to hurt miles feelings on the real reason why. ‘came home late 😒 i’ll just sneak out! see u in a bit <3’ miles replied with an “okay!!” and you were off on a dangerous mission — leaving your room and coming back without your dad noticing. you slide on a pair of crocs and throw on a hoodie miles gave you. you created a “pillow you” and snuck out through your window, making sure you had everything before leaving. once outside — you let out a long awaited breath and walk to miles house, just down the street and around a corner or two. you made it to miles house at 10:30, miles opening the door to you and inviting you into his room.

“hi, y/n!” miles grinned, pulling you into a hug. “hiiii!” you giggled, hugging him back. the two of you were on miles’ bed, occasionally turning on movies and making tiktoks, which is when you got the bright (stupid) idea to make a tiktok with the sound of ‘sexy back’ by skinnylegend. you collected a few pictures off of google and you took the rest of the video with miles, mentioning him in the caption and posting it, not thinking about who would watch it. you turned your phone off and laid next to miles, slowly drifting to sleep (idiot). miles shook you awake almost frantically, you shot up with a “what?” and miles handed you your phone. 10 missed calls and 23 missed text messages. dammit. you called miguel back, hoping he didn’t know about you sneaking out.

“y/n, where in the hell are you?” miguel asks, you can hear the anger in his voice. “dad, i just went to the corner store for some snacks.” you lied, putting your shoes back on. “no you aren’t. your car is still here and you know better than to walk outside alone at four in the morning.” miguel said, knowing he was right. you sighed and left out of miles’ house out his window, kissing him goodbye and walking back to your house. how could miguel know? you were confused and even more upset that miguel wouldn’t even hear you out! you made it home and walked through the front door, sitting down at the table where miguel was. “dad-“ you were cut off by miguel starting his own sentence.

“do you understand how upsetting it is to get a call from jessica,” you should’ve known. “who has her own child — that my daughter isn’t at home? y/n i’m so disappointed.” miguel scolds you. your head hangs low in shame. you should’ve been more careful, or just didn’t leave in the first place. “i’m really sorry.” you whisper, wiping your eyes. “i don’t believe you, y/n. you can’t keep saying sorry and do the same thing over and over. i expect to meet this boy by tomorrow or you two are over.” and with that, miguel walks to his room and shuts his door. you text miles and walk to your own room, laying down and falling asleep.

‘dad wants to meet you 😞’

you wake up and immediately turning your phone on, seeing three text messages from miles.

‘oh no!!! (ﾉД`)’

‘what if he doesn’t like me?!?’

‘ok ok, how about 530 tomorrow?!?’

‘well technically today’

you text him back with a “sure” and you head into the kitchen where miguel was making breakfast. “he’s coming over today at 5:30..” you mumbled, sitting at the table. “hm.” was all you got as a response. when 5:30 rolled around, you were nervously fidgeting at the table, waiting for the three knocks to adorn your door meaning that miles was there. knock knock knock. you sighed and opened the door. you’re met with miles — who was beaming and holding a container of empanadas for presumably your dad. “dad! he’s here!” you called out, dragging him into the kitchen (not without taking his shoes off first). “dad, meet miles.” you say, making jazz hands while standing next to him. miles eyes widen the same time as miguel’s, you stand there confused and watch as the scene plays out in front of you.

“miles morales?” miguel says, biting his tongue. “yes sir. that’s me.” he laughs nervously, occasionally opening and closing the lid to the container. “my mom made empanadas.” miles shrugs with a sheepish grin on his face. miguel snatches the container from miles’ hand and throws it at the wall, the empanadas falling to the floor along with a crack of the container. you gasped and watched as miles shoved his hands in his pockets and turned on his heel, sliding his feet back into his jordan’s and walking out with a “bye, y/n.” you turned to miguel and balled your fists up.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you yell, clenching your jaw. “what’s wrong me me, what’s wrong with you? you’re the one who brought him here!” miguel retaliated, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “because you asked me to?! are you mental? you ruin every thing!” you sob, stomping your way back to your room and slamming the door shut before you flopped onto your bed. your phone buzzed with notifications from miles.

‘does he not like empanadas?? :(‘

‘sorry y/n, i didn’t know he would react like that’

‘try again next week?’

miguel knocked on your door a few times before letting himself in, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying while curled up into yourself. “y/n..” miguel starts, sitting on the end of your bed. “i’m sorry. i wasn’t expecting him-“ you cut him off with a scoff. “you threw his mom’s hard work at the wall, dad. him and his family are the sweetest people i’ve ever met and you went and ruined it. i’m pretty sure he doesn’t even wanna date me anymore because of you.” you hiccuped, glaring at him from under your hoodie. “look, how about next week we try and work this out, okay?” miguel asks, pulling you into a hug. you look up at him with bleary eyes. “and you won’t throw his mom’s cooking at the wall?” you ask.

“promise.”

[xoluvx]

billie’s js so sexy and she looks delicious and 😫😫- 🪄

I’M IN LOVE !!!!!

[fredbears-gayest-employee]

Hey!

Do you want a cookie?

-🍪🪄

Yes.

[sirensplayhouse]

not me manifesting my entire dream life after overcomplicating the void for 2 months 💀 literally woke up with $30 million in da bank, my df/db/dv, million dollar mansion home, AND being a celeb with over 58.7 million insta followers, and some of you anons are still doubting yourself? in 2023?! atp yall are just sabotaging yourselves, so get up off your ASS and go live that life!! I will reach through this screen 😡😡 also hi siren 😊 can i be 👽 anon?

OKKKKKKKKKKKKK we love to see it 🫶🏾congrats love ! you deserve everything you want and more🥰and OFC YOU CAN WHAT TYPA QUESTION IS THAT🙄✋🏾welcome to the family happy to have you ! 🕺🏾🫶🏾

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Priest getou and nun reader or villager reader....(anything other than the word both isnt acceptable...😡😡😡 /j) -🪄

🪄 ANON I SEE YOU AND YOU RAISE A VALID POINT but please consider…… priest!geto and non-believer!reader.

imagine just waltzing into a church one day. almost as if on a whim. you don’t believe in god, you aren’t interested in praying, but you’re exploring this quiant little town, and the church looks pretty from afar, and you figure it could be a nice way to burn time.

you enter the building to find that a sermon is taking place. a priest is speaking to the few rows of people listening. the church is fairly small, but paintings and sculptures and the mellow glow of beautiful cathedral glass give it a sense of mystique that you’re drawn to. you take a seat and listen along, halfheartedly, not praying like the rest, not singing along to the hymns… you stick out like a sore thumb, but hey, it’s not as if anyone is paying attention.

except someone is, and it happens to be the priest that was holding the sermon just a second ago. the same one you spent most of your time oogling once the paintings started to bore you, because he’s so pretty for a priest. beautiful long black hair, amber eyes, sharp facial features, pretty hands and fingers — and the smoothest, silkiest voice you’ve heard in your life. like a sun-soaked bundle of lillies.

… also, his cassock is just a little too tight of a fit to tear your eyes away from.

you stick around a little longer once almost everyone has left, just scrolling on your phone and basking in the quiet, and that’s when he approaches you. he jokingly tells you that it’s always obvious when a non-believer enters a place of worship, but he’s not mad; he’s amused. you end up chatting a bit about your beliefs, he’s a lot more chill than you expected, and…. well. he’s just really, really charming.

so maybe you end up coming back the week after. maybe his smile is a bit like a spider’s web. maybe it becomes a kind of routine to speak to him after his sermons; you still don’t sing along to the hymns or spend any time on prayers, and he still finds it funny. maybe once in a while you end up liking a paragraph from the scripture he’s reciting, and he’s always more than happy to discuss it with you. but mostly you’re there for him. for your chats, for standing outside and badgering him about his beliefs while he smokes and listens with an amused grin.

rain hits the ground with a steady rhythm, earthy tobacco floods your veins, spiders by the ceiling weave a web of dew, and his presence is just a little more intoxicating than you’d deem appropriate.

suguru just… isn’t a very orthodox priest. he doesn’t care for the bible as more than a literary piece, he has his own view of god, his own thoughts on worship. he smokes. he may or may not occasionally manipulate church-goers into donating money so he can invest in another overpriced painting. you ask him if there are any bodies in the basement you should know about, and he answers that any self-respecting priest wouldn’t conduct their blood rituals in the basement of their own church. he knows how to pick locks. he tells you once, very quietly, that he doesn’t believe man was created in god’s image. there’s a look in his eyes that you don’t comment on.

he’s funny. charming. pleasantly suspicious. your conversations are enjoyable for the both of you, and eventually the edges of his cedar eyes begin to crinkle the slightest bit whenever you walk into his field of vision. sometimes he eyes your lips for a little too long, and a honeyed irony seeps into his grin when you call him out on it. he asks you if you’re tempting him on purpose, and you shrug. whatever exists between the two of you remains unspoken.

one day, he tells you that he believes it was god who sent you to him. you furrow your brows with a protest, a mutter reminding him of your beliefs, how you believe in free will — how you waltzed into his church out of your own volition. no one else’s.

he only smiles, and flicks the butt of his cigarette. you think he remains unconvinced.

[winterrrnight]

also maybe bsf!Rafe dealing with a drunken reader that keeps saying sweet nothings in his ear (but truly truly heartfelt) and Rafe has no clue how to take those things while he keeps taking care of reader (and making sure nothing happens to them)

did I go absolutely feral when I read this? yes. this is probably the most one of the girls rafe and reader coded idea I have ever read and I want to worship the ground you walk on for sending me this 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I love love u🦉nonnie <3

you render bsf!rafe absolutely speechless with your affectionate drunken words… <3 listen to fantasy by kali uchis & don toliver for this one <3 cw: slightly suggestive content (no actual smut!), mentions of alcohol and weed consumption, minimal usage of nicknames like babydoll <3 for: @ilyrafe who’s probably one of the most talented writers i’ve had the honor of getting to talk to :’) you’re the absolute sweetest gabi, i adore you so much 💟

part of this little universe <3

the purple strobe lights flash all over the dancing bodies at the party, highlighting the subtle skin on skin touches, the intertwined hands, the sweat dripping down the slope of the necks, and the smoke leaving the weed joints.

you and rafe would more or less usually get wound up in the dancing too, having the lights flash across you two in the otherwise dark party manor, your bodies pressed up, his arms always tight around you to keep you as close as he can.

but right now, instead of getting to dance, rafe is standing next to your sitting figure on one of the bar stools, your body leaning against his and his arm tightening protectively around you.

“c’mon rafe let’s go dance please!” you slurred, looking up at rafe with pleading eyes. he lets out a sigh of exasperation and tightens his grip around your shoulders, shaking his head.

“no, I told you, you’re way too drunk,” he grumbles. “you can’t even stand straight. you’d be trippin’ over an’ shit all the time on the floor, so no,”

you pout at his words, reaching out for the glass kept on the counter behind you but rafe pulls onto your arm with his free hand, tugging it away from the glass.

“I told you, no more drinks f’you,” he sighs. “c’mon babydoll, adjust with me here,”

he lets go of your hand and tugs you closer to him from his arm around your shoulders, and you snuggle up against his side. you look up at him, his eyes scanning around the crowds, his weed joint hanging limply between his two fingers.

you bury your face in his side, taking in a deep breath and letting his scent cloud your senses. “you smell very good…” you murmur, letting your glazed eyes flutter against his tshirt. “something new you’re trying?” you ask quietly, your arm coming up to wrap around his torso, your fingers fiddling mindlessly with the hem of his tshirt.

“it’s the same one as always,” he mutters, his gaze never stopping scanning around the crowds. his eyes have already zeroed on people who he noticed eyeing you in a way he wasn’t particularly fond of, and mentally preparing himself to not let them even in a two mile radius around you both.

“you sure? smells different…” you mutter, taking another deep breath. “well, whatever it is, you smell really good…” your words spill from your lips, the different sounds running into one another to sound slightly incoherent to rafe, yet he understands you perfectly well.

“and this shirt…” you mumble, your fingertips starting to sneak under the hem of his tshirt, tracing gently over the skin of the side of his torso, the sudden movement causing rafe to take a sharp breath, “you look very good in it… suits you… brings out your eyes…” your fingers start to trace small shapeless patterns on his skin, your eyes trailing over his arms in the half sleeved tshirt, “and… and your arms too… look good…”

rafe can feel his heart starting to thump louder in his chest from your words and the way your fingertips glide over his skin, but his eyes keep on examining the crowd, something he has done uncountable times already, but he isn’t so sure what his next move should be when your words is causing his breath to hitch in his throat. he moves his hand to take a hit of his joint, letting the joint stay in between his lips, his hand coming back down to his side.

your fingers come out from under his shirt and find his hand on his side, softly trailing over his fingers and forearm, tracing the visible veins gently.

“you always take such good care of me…” you murmur quietly, “always makin’ sure i’m okay…”

your fingers trail over the sensitive underside of his forearm, and you can feel goosebumps rising on his skin in the wake of your touch.

to give himself a grip rafe tightens his arm even more around your shoulders, his fingers starting to dig into your skin through the fabric of your clothes. he feels your fingers descend back down to his hand, starting to interlace with his which he doesn’t complain about at all, easily letting your fingers slip into his.

you give his hand a faint tug, which finally causes him to look down at you. you give it another tug, this one a little firmer than the first one. rafe moves in front of you, your back pressing against the bar counter as you look up at him.

you pull on his intertwined hand, bringing it closer to your mouth before you start to gently press kisses over the back of his hand, the kisses just slightly sloppy from your drunken and hazy mind.

“you’re so perfect… so caring, so loving…” your mumbled words spill out against his skin, “and just so so handsome...”

rafe has to hold back the sound wanting to escape past his lips, his teeth almost biting down on the joint in his mouth. he can’t help but look at you with your mouth running over the back of his hand and his wrist, pressing a kiss to whatever patch of skin you can succumb to, his mind starting to go into an overdrive.

you’re going to be the death of him.

[mattscoquette]

matt is so the type of bf to be like “hey don’t talk about my girl like that” when you talk bad about yourself

-🪄

YESSS OMG 😭😭

[kaionyx]

it’s dangerous for me to be going through your blog,,, i’m trying to see how many days i can edge, but i feel like you’re going to ruin me :(

is 🪄 taken?

Heh or maybe that exactly what you want. Scrolling through my blog just to see how drenched you’ll be before finally breaking and stuffing your needy holes full. It’s so fun to play around with the idea of me watching and making you read them out loud for me to tease on how much of a desperate slut you sound trying to talk huh? I wonder how strong that little resilience you have would be with me in your ear telling you them myself instead.

[merakiui]

heyy mera !! i love reading your fics n rambles sm,, it’s honestly the highlight of my day ^^

been dying to hear more kalim thoughts ! like imagine the most sweet, tooth rotting noncon w him where he’s praising you n kissing your tear stricken face, promising he’ll make you feel good while absolutely rearranging your guts >///< 💕💕

i can also totally see him js taking his darling out shopping as an apology if she’s not receiving his physical comfort well after he nonconned her. he really didn’t know what else to do since she js kept pushing him away no matter what he did to make her feel better,, might as well throw his money at the problem !!

can i be 🎐 or 🪼 anon? (if both are taken then you can give me any one you want <3)

HIII, ANON!!! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) thank you for your kind words!!! I'm happy my writings can bring you joy! 💖 as for anon names, I already have a 🎐 anon and unfortunately, due to how old my phone and laptop are, I can't see what that other emoji is. T_T but if it's okay does 🪄 anon work!! :D

AAAA sugary-sweet non-con with Kalim...... it doesn't even feel like non-con because he's just so soft and gentle, quietly shushing you when you try to protest and squirm. It's okay; you'll feel good soon. He just wants you to know how much he loves you. He knows it might be a little scary or intimidating at first, but he's made sure to prep you with his fingers before. You have nothing to worry about. Kalim lays you back on a soft bed, amidst silken sheets and pillows that feel like clouds, and makes such saccharine love to you. Any objections on your part are silenced with kisses, peppered all over your face. Your tears are just from the relief of being connected like this and not the bodily, emotional, and mental ruin that's brought about from this circumstance.

>_< Kalim who doesn't know how to comfort you and so he just throws money at the issue........ that's so good omg. In his eyes, he didn't do anything wrong because his love for you isn't wrong. He understands if you're still not used to this. It can be a lot to take in, but he's already told you he loves gifting you things and that he'd pay any price because he loves you so much. Because that's what has you so distressed, surely! You're much too modest and humble. He understands (he does not).

Omg and then he would insist on bringing you home to meet his parents and family as soon as possible! He's just so happy and excited. His family will love you, he's sure of it! And you'll be happy, too. (It's not like you have much of a choice or any sort of means to truly argue. Kalim is Not Listening; he's too blinded by love. The honeymoon phase is strong with him.)