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who’s awake? not me tf… thats crazy…
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I was just saying!!! Go to bed!!! I saw you online while I'm on call with sol,,, you should sleep if you are tired!!!!
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@sunredamancy
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sky blue, rose, and mint <3
We're baking together rn!!!! Also I am so honored you think I am too sweet for this site (even after seeing my comments blog ... I'm definitely more unfiltered there) and TRUST I'm letting you take a peek in my brain whenever you want !!! Thank you mutual :D!!!!!
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autolysis? Putrefaction? And moment of death? Nice ask game :D
Hi mutual!! :D I hope you are well! moment of death : to what lengths would you go for your beloved? is there anything you wouldn’t do? any dealbreakers? It depends, I think, on what they ask of me. I think I would go quite far--to isolate myself from certain people, to offer them up all that I can--but I know I do have hard boundaries, like I wouldn't let them remove certain people in my life. Overall, I'd do a lot, and shape my whole future around what they want, but there are some hard limits.
putrefaction : do you believe in soulmates? what about reincarnation? if so, do you believe your beloved has always been your beloved? I do believe in soulmates, but not initially. I really only grew to believe in it with my beloved, and it's a growing feeling with my darling. My starlight is a different case--we have always been soulmates and always will be. As for reincarnation, not really. I think that in any lifetime, I will find the ones I am destined for, and I think that even in this lifetime, I am always fated to know at least my beloved (there is a lot of lore behind it, but it just seems like we've really always been meant to know each other) and likely my darling too.
autolysis : do you think these tendencies stem from something (mental illness, hatred, trauma, attachment styles, etc)? Definitely my abandonment issues. I am very afraid of being abandoned, and I try to self rectify it by learning everything my darling feels or thinks so I know how important I am to them. This is also why it takes me a longer time to really let myself ... be myself around my chosen people, because I want to be exactly what they want of me so that they don't see a reason to leave me. I think, though, I'm slowly getting better at processing it and finding other ways to feel appreciated and secure in my bonds.
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Seafoam!! (But secretly orangé)
HEHE. I'm honored, mutual! (We're totally committing crimes together ... trust ...)
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I'm joining you in that tomfoolery rn 🔥🔥
#casanova's posts#casanova's collection#I'll break my clown costume out of its prison and put it on LOL#casanova's mutuals
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LOOK WHAT I FOUND???
GOING INSANE
#david tennant#casanova#david tennant is love david tenannt is life#david tennant fandom#takin over the asylum fandom#casanova david tennant#takin over the asylum mutuals are my favourite#im going insane#it was literally in a charity shop#like just sitting there#I FROZE WHEN I SAW IT#SHOCK#JAW DROPPED#MY EYES WENT DAVID TENNANT SHAPED#little david tennants in my eyeballs#and it was only 50p#50p for david tennant
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get pawed at get pawed at get pawed at get pawed at get pawed at get pawed at get pawed at :3
- @lovesick-vamp
HEHE I'm pawing you back trust!!!
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My David Tennant Binge List (work in progress)
WATCHED
- Good Omens
- Casanova
- There She Goes
- Nativity 2
- Staged
- Takin Over the Asylum
- Richard II
- Inside Man
- Harry Potter (and the goblet of fire)
- Bright Young Things
- Just Davina compilations
- Broadchurch
- Doctor who (season 1, 2 and 3 so far)
- what we did on our holiday
- mad to be normal
- the decoy bride
- gracepoint
- the escape artist
- I've probably forgotten some
TO WATCH:
- Much ado about nothing
- Single Father
- Hamlet
- blackpool
PLS GIVE ME ANY RECS 🙏🙏🙏 I HAVE GONE INSANE
UPDATED 24/12/23****
#david tennant#david tennant fandom#david tennant roles#this is unhealthy#i know#dont worry#i just love him#so much#good omens did this to me#well that started this#i love alec hardy#and casanova#and Campbell#i love them all#takin over the asylum mutuals are my favourite
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Hiii Casanova! Dropping in to check in on you :D how are youuuu this week?
HAI HAI MUTUAL :D I am doing well! This week has been really long but full of such fun stuff! I got to see my friends, come back from vacation, and do a good bit of writing and creative work! How has your week been, dearie? I hope you are well!
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won't know unless you try
for @steddie-week prompt 'mutual pining'
rated t | 1919 words | cw: referenced recreational drug use | tags: mutual pining, getting together, awkward flirting, fast burn
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Eddie’s just the guy he gets drugs from. He has to remind himself of that a little too often.
It’s just that he’s been seeing him weekly for nearly a year now with the exception of his family holiday for two weeks over the summer. When you see someone that frequently, even if only for a couple of minutes, you tend to become friends.
Which is an exaggeration of what they actually are, and Steve can recognize that he is almost definitely the only one who feels anything more for Eddie than what a business transaction would call for. Eddie’s never even so much as hinted at wanting to hang out outside of the exchange of goods, but Steve thinks the small smile and nod he gives when Steve waves goodbye to him is flirting.
Or flirting adjacent.
Eddie may not even actually like guys. Steve’s not the best at reading people, and it’s gotten his heart in trouble plenty of times before.
Like when he was pretty sure he was in love with Robin and she awkwardly came out to him in a bar’s bathroom, leaving him feeling a bit dumb, a little heartbroken, and a lot disappointed. Luckily, she was able to give him space for a few days and he realized he just loved being her friend.
It didn’t go so well with Evan or Cooper or Connor. Or Amanda or Heather or Caitlin.
But with Eddie, it felt different.
You won’t know unless you try, ran through Steve’s head on loop as he walked up to the front door of Eddie’s apartment.
Only a few customers got the privilege of knowing where he lived, Steve being one of them.
Months of sad attempts at flirting and awkward giggling led up to this moment.
He knocked on Eddie’s door, smiling to himself when he heard music shut off and a curse as Eddie must’ve stumbled over something.
The door swung open and Eddie was standing there with his guitar slung over his back, hair pulled into a bun.
“Hey, Stevie.”
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No other customers got to come to his apartment, that was his biggest rule.
A rule he broke the moment Steve had been in a rush and had only been a few blocks from where he lived.
He knew why, and he knew it was stupid, and that he was just hoping for something to happen. He needed Steve to make a move.
But Steve never did. He was kind of awkward, actually, not even close to as charming as his friend Jeff made him believe. Well, the awkwardness was actually a little charming. But Jeff had made it sound like he was some casanova who could get anyone he wanted with one line and a well-placed touch.
He never gave discounts, either, that was his other biggest rule.
But Steve never paid full price, not even the first time.
He’d looked exhausted and sad and, well, pathetic. Eddie felt bad for him and ended up giving him a bit of a buy one get one situation. And then he just…kept doing that.
Steve didn’t know. He didn’t think he knew. He never said anything about paying more elsewhere or anything, so maybe he just never shopped around.
Steve was one of his best customers, and at this point, Eddie needed to just make it clear that he wanted to be more.
That’s why the moment Steve texted him that he was on his way, Eddie had thrown his hair up and grabbed his guitar, trying to look effortless while putting as much effort as ever into how he looked. If this didn’t work, he wasn’t sure anything would.
The knock on the door sent him spiraling. Suddenly he hated every choice he made up until this point. Why had he put his hair up in a bun? It made him look like he just got out of bed. And this shirt had stains on it. Not obvious ones, but he could still see them.
He opened the door to see Steve standing there, smiling at him, fingers giving that silly little wiggle.
“Hey, Stevie,” he could hear how breathless he sounded, but he covered it with a slow inhale. “Come in. I was just practicing.”
“I’ll be quick then,” Steve said as he stepped in the doorway.
“No, it’s okay!” Jesus, Eddie, chill out.
Steve just smiled and settled his hands in his pockets. “You write your own stuff, right?”
While they may have only spoken for a few minutes at a time every week, they both gave plenty of little tidbits about themselves. Eddie had shared his love of music early on, talked about his band more than anything else.
“Yeah, when inspiration strikes.” Eddie shrugged.
“Have you been inspired lately?” Steve asked, still standing in front of Eddie with his hands in his pockets.
Eddie thought about the notebook open in his bedroom, line after line of lyrics about Steve.
“You could say that,” he answered.
“Could I hear one?” Steve asked.
Eddie never got nervous before playing in front of a crowd, or friends, or even his Uncle Wayne. He thrived on the adrenaline of an audience watching him, sometimes singing along, sometimes just nodding their head to the beat if they didn’t know the words.
But Steve hearing a song he wrote here? In his apartment? Alone?
His stomach was already turning and his chest constricted with anxiety.
“I mean, no pressure!” Steve quickly held his hands up. “You don’t have to.”
“No, it’s fine! I just usually play with my band, ya know? It won’t really sound the same without them, but if you really want…” Eddie looked towards his amp set up in the corner of his living room.
“I’d love to.”
Eddie was pretty sure this would scare Steve away, but maybe this was the move he had to make. At least he’d know one way or another if Steve was actually interested in him.
He knew exactly what song he wanted to play. He hadn’t even taken it to the guys yet, only played it acoustically so far because he knew it wouldn’t sound right with just his vocals and electric guitar.
It still needed some work lyrically, but he was pretty proud of it.
He gestured for Steve to sit on his couch, pushing thoughts about there being stains on his coffee table from not using coasters out of his mind so he could focus on his task at hand.
He rushed to the corner of the room to switch guitars, then rushed back and sat across from him on the couch.
“So this is one I haven’t even shown the band yet. I’m not sure if we’ll even play it. It’s…special to me,” Eddie rambled. “Sometimes I prefer to just have those for myself. Like sharing it with other people doesn’t feel right because it’s thoughts catered to me by me. That doesn’t even make sense-”
“Hey,” Steve placed his hand on Eddie’s arm. “It makes sense. I’m not really a musician or artist or anything, but one of the kids I used to babysit for was. He would get really nervous about stuff that was personal. I think it’s pretty normal.”
Eddie swallowed around the lump in his throat.
He was really doing this. Okay, then.
“Okay.” Eddie nodded. “Okay. Here we go.”
Eddie could feel Steve’s eyes on him as he sang a song about barely knowing someone but wanting them, about trusting that that person would be right for him, about getting a chance to love them. It was too much, but Steve didn’t run away, not even when Eddie finally looked up as he finished singing the last line.
“That was beautiful.” Steve had tears in his eyes. “I thought you guys were a metal band.”
Eddie laughed. “We are! This one will probably have some edits and I know Gareth will give it the double bass treatment. But for now, it’s more of a slow ballad.”
Steve had inched in closer to him while he played, his knee brushing against Eddie’s where it rested. He looked down at where they touched, then back up at Steve, who was biting his lip.
“This is gonna sound…so crazy. And you can totally kick me out and never let me come here ever again! But I just-”
“It’s about you.”
Steve’s breath caught as his eyes searched Eddie’s, probably looking for any sign that he was lying.
“You wrote a song about me?” Steve’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “Why?”
“Did you hear the part about knowing that something was right without knowing much at all?” Eddie leaned in, catching the scent of whatever cologne Steve had on.
“I just didn’t wanna assume you meant me.”
Eddie cupped Steve’s cheek in his palm. “You should always assume I mean you.”
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Steve leaned into Eddie’s hand, hoping the heat on his cheeks wasn’t too obvious.
“You barely know me, though.”
Eddie leaned in further, resting his forehead against Steve’s and breathing out.
“I know enough to know I wanna know more.”
“How long have you been feeling like this?”
“Before I gave you my address. No one else is allowed to pick up here.”
Steve’s eyes widened momentarily at his admission. He knew he had some special privilege with picking up at Eddie’s place, but didn’t realize he was the only one who did.
“But that was…months ago?” Steve had been sitting with his own feelings for so long, he was finding it hard to grasp that Eddie might have been feeling the same this whole time.
“Yeah. Seeing you for five to ten minutes every week has kind of been the highlight of my year,” Eddie admitted. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”
Steve answered him by leaning in the last few inches to kiss him.
He ended up staying for the rest of the night, and most of the next day, and nearly any moment he wasn’t working was spent with Eddie.
Five minutes a week turned into five days a week quickly, and nothing made Steve happier than driving straight to Eddie’s apartment after a long shift. He had a key now, so that if Eddie happened to be at band practice or his own job, Steve could let himself in and relax.
Sometimes, if he was feeling particularly stressed, he’d grab one of Eddie’s edibles and hop in a hot shower.
Eddie usually made it back in time to join him, and they’d get carried away for hours.
It took months for Steve to realize Eddie never seemed to sell to anyone.
“You know it doesn’t bother me if you do. I know you’re careful,” Steve said over dinner.
“Stevie, I really only kept selling to see you.”
“Oh.” Steve looked down at his lap to hide his blush. “So do you need me to pitch in for rent or anything since I practically live here?”
“Sweetheart, I really didn’t need the money,” Eddie laughed as he reached for Steve’s hand. “I’m good. But if you wanted to move in, I wouldn’t be opposed.”
“This is crazy, you know that, right?” Steve’s heart was racing in his chest at the suggestion.
“Not really. I love you, you love me, you do practically live here, and we spent over a year pining for each other. I think it’s time, don’t you?”
When he put it like that, Steve had no choice but to agree.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddieweek24#steddie week#mutual pining#getting together
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Words That Are Unsaid - MYG (18+) - Prologue
Pairing: Idol!Yoongi X Manager!Reader.
Summary: In public eyes, Min Yoongi aka Augst D is a member of an award winning Rap Trio, a notorious casanova who is embroiled in, at least, 4 dating scandals a year and a rude jerk. But to you, Min Yoongi is that pale skinny trainee, who looked out for you, the rookie you befriended beyond business hours, the handsome twenty-something you fell in love with and now your ex, who you still head over heels for. Breaking news is that he despises you, or at least that's what you think.
Theme: Angst, mutual pining, exes to lovers, smut
Warnings: Angst, mature language, more to be added in each chapter!!!
Word count: to be added in each chapter
Minors and karens are not allowed in this blog
A/N: Yoo Hoo! A shiny new angsty series!!
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You show your ID to get into the VIP lounge accompanied by the body guards, once you are in there, your eyes start to look for the familiar face.
And there he is.
Head tilted back, mouth open ajar, eyes half-closed, hands gripping a woman, who shamelessly grinds on him. A small crowd is watching his every move discreetly. It doesn’t take you a heartbeat to know they are the one who posted the pictures on twitter.
You signal two bodyguards to seize their phones as you walk towards the man himself.
“Yoongi.” you scream from a little distance.
He doesn’t hear you, which is only normal given the fact that the music is on full blast.
So you inch closer to him, even though your heart breaks with every step you take.
“Min Yoongi! What the hell do you think you are doing?” This time you scream directly on his face.
The woman gets startled at your sudden appearance and voice. She demounts from his lap, making him open his eyes.
“What the fuck!” he curses as he takes in your form, standing close to his body. Once he is painfully aware of your presence there, he stands up.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Y/N?” he grits through his clenched teeth.
This is a membership exclusive series, only available in my Patreon. You can read the full prologue there.
#bts angst#bts smut#yoongi angst#suga angst#suga smut#yoongi smut#bts x reader#suga x reader#bts x you#suga x you#yoongi x reader#yoongi x y/n#bts fanfiction#yoongi fanfic#suga fanfic
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When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish them, and send this ask to the last 10 people in your notifs!
Thank you for being the first in a long line, Casanova, may your notifs be cool.
Mutual!!! It has been a while, I missed you! I shall find 5 new songs just for you!
Electrostatic (by sharax... this song slaps so hard)
VIP (also by sharax, but it's about Nightmare, so... <3)
Me and my husband (by mitski! This is one of the two mitski songs I like, actually, and it's on my dev playlist!)
I just threw out the love of my dreams (weezer... but it's on my dev playlist too.)
Therapy (from tick tick boom! This song SLAPS actually, it's so catchy. My best friend introduced me to this one!)
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resplendent ! or multifaceted !
someone give me a word to write an acrostic poem for quick!!!
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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
Pairing: Cowboy!Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mutual masturbation, smut, light choking, reader rides Rafe, not proof read so i’m sorry if there’s any errors or this isn’t as good as usual😭, I’m almost positive that’s all
Summary: When you see that Rafe Cameron is looking for new ranch hands, you jump at the opportunity. You’ve heard the rumors about him being a cowboy casanova and plan on keeping it professional, but his blue eyes and thick southern drawl make it harder than you planned
A/N: First off @congratsloserr you’re literally a genius for this request and I hope I did it justice. Second, this isn’t the last time you’ll be seeing Cowboy Rafe🤭
You and Rafe had been going out for a few weeks, you’d started working at his ranch when you saw they needed some help. Everyone had told you about Rafe and how he was an incredible boss, but a major cowboy casanova so don’t get any ideas. Now that really was the plan, go to work, do your job, then leave, nothing other than that. But then he walked in, his big blue eyes looking directly into yours, he was wearing a light green button down, bootcut blue jeans, and cowboy boots and hat. You’ve heard people say they feel that spark at first glance, but believed it to be bullshit because how can you feel that connection from a single glance? This is how.
You tried so hard to be strong, really resist the charming smile he’d give you. The way he’d call you ‘darlin’ and ‘sweetheart’ with his thick southern accent, but it was becoming harder and harder. He’d been spending more time with you, insisting it was to make sure you’d settled in nicely and to help you out a bit, but then the flirting started. He’d greet you with a ‘mornin beautiful, how’s my favorite girl today?’ and walk you to and from your car each morning, telling you how lucky he was to have someone as incredible as you working for him. The resistance you’d worked so hard to build gradually falling more and more apart with each brush of his hand against yours.
And then he’d asked you. He’d asked you the question you tried so hard to avoid even happening. ‘Hey darlin, would you like to go out to dinner with me Friday night?’ it was inappropriate. He was your boss and a huge player who didn’t respect any of the women he met. It would be terrible to agree…
So here you are…several dinner dates later and in a semi official relationship. The most you’d done with him is give a small peck on his lips, maybe if you didn’t put out he would get bored and you could go back to just being his new ranch hand. But it didn’t seem to be working very well, he still asked you out and still placed his hand on your lower back as if he was claiming you. He still gave you a small kiss on the cheek when you’d part your separate ways at the end of the night, still greeted you with the same flirtatious things he’d always done.
And then, because why the hell wouldn't it happen to you, you’d been in his home instead of the usual restaurant you went to for dinner. Maybe you'd felt a tad bit more bold, or maybe it was because you no longer wanted to resist the temptation of him. He’d made you a very nice dinner and paired it with some fancy wine you couldn’t even pronounce. It was actually a nice evening, a night with just the two of you and nobody else around. Felt almost natural, he offered you the guest bedroom if you wanted to say and you accepted after a few moments to think. Was it a mistake? Maybe, but isn’t life all about making mistakes?
He was still wearing his cowboy hat, technically you could blame what happened next in the two glasses of wine if anyone asked, when you decided to kiss him. All the tension built over the last few weeks finally bubbling over. Your tongues battling for dominance until his took over. It made your head spin and you needed to pull away for air. Your lips swollen from the intensity, then you reached up and pulled his hat off of his head and put it on your own. Watching as he ran his hand through his messy hair and gave you a smirk.
“You know what they say about the cowboy hat rule don’t you sweetheart?” you shook your head no, a toothy grin on your face.
“Well,” he pulled his phone out and connected it to his home speaker before playing the song ‘Save a horse, Ride a cowboy’ “I think this song sums it up pretty well”
Giving him a small smirk, you unbuttoned his shirt and took a minute to admire his abs, and then undid his belt to pull his pants down. Once he was stripped, his boxers being discarded somewhere in the large living room, you pushed him onto the couch. The music blaring in your ears, alcohol running through your system, and the lustful gaze he had gave you a whole new level of confidence. You were so glad you wore a dress tonight, nothing too fancy but also nothing too casual. You slowly peeled one of the straps down your arm, and then the other, before sliding it down your body. Rafe was squirming from his spot on the couch at the sight of your bare tits and black lace thong on full display.
“Fuck darlin, you’re gorgeous” his voice full of adoration, eyes raking up and down your body just wondering how he was the lucky bastard that got to see you this way.
“Thank you cowboy” you gave him a playful wink, hands hooking into the sides and moving them around like you’d seen so many dancers do before, slowly turning so your back was facing him and bending over to take them off.
Your glistening cunt was on full display for him, perfect ass right in front of him. He wanted to keep you bent over like that and fuck into you until you couldn’t handle it anymore. But he stayed put, wanting you to go as far as you were comfortable with. You brought your hands to spread your cunt apart, smirking to yourself when you heard Rafe groan , before rubbing your clit with one hand. Your fingers rubbing your swollen bundle of nerves relentlessly, arousal leaking out of your hole and onto your thighs.
“You’re killin me over here baby” it was almost a whine, his head was thrown back against the couch and he had one hand stroking his cock when you’d turned your head to look over at him.
“Fuck” you let out a small moan, the visual of Rafe jerking himself off while you touched yourself turning you on even more.
You stuck two of your fingers inside yourself, giving your clit a break, and began pumping them in and out. A low whine escaping your lips as you picked up the tempo, the sound of mixed moans filling the room. His breathing hitched, a small chain of groans falling from his lips as he came all over himself, you followed shortly after. Moaning his name over and over again, moving one hand to the coffee table to balance yourself as you fell apart on your own hand.
“Alright darlin, you’ve had your fun. But now it’s my turn, bring that perfect body over here and ride my cock” his voice was much more firm now, you quickly did as you were told.
His hands gripped your hips as he guided you down into his cock, mumbling a small ‘fuck’ as your cunt slid onto his cock and clenched around it. You slowly began bouncing on it, circling your hips occasionally, trying to adjust to his size. He was much bigger than anyone you’d ever slept with, much more girthy as well. But it hit all the right spots inside you and made you see stars each time it brushed against them. The grip he had on your hips was firm enough to bruise, especially when you started going faster, but you loved it. His hat was still on your head which drove him wild. He had this pretty girl bouncing on his cock, wearing his hat, in his home. He was the luckiest man alive right now.
“You’re so-fuck-so big Rafe” a smirk took over his face at the compliment.
“Yeah? You’re taking me so well sweetheart, such a good girl for me. Your cunt feels so fucking good around me” he moaned out, moving to wrap his hand around your throat and pull you into a kiss. The both of you moaning into each other's mouth at the overwhelming amount of euphoria you were experiencing.
You weren’t going to last much longer, it was too much for you to hold off. That familiar feeling in your belly building up again, Rafe was close too. He could feel himself getting closer, opting to grip your hips and start moving you faster. Listening to the pretty noises that slipped through your parted lips, god he could come undone just listening to them.
“R-rafe, ‘m so close” you brought your forehead against his, the cowboy hat pushing further up on your head.
“I am too darlin, want to feel you come on my cock baby. Can you do that?” you weakly nodded, hair sticking to your face and bodies glistening with sweat.
“3..” his hips snapping into at a relentless pace.
“2..” your lips capturing his, the kiss sloppy but full of passion
“1..” the both of you falling apart. His lips moving to your neck as he claimed it as his, his cum filling up your tight cunt until it was making a prominent ring around his cock. The filthy sounds of your wet cunt filling the room as you came all over him.
He gave a few more lazy thrusts as you rode out your high before you slowly climbed off of him. You laid against the couch, legs spread and cum dripping out of you, mouth open and panting. His cock had softened by now, his head against the cool leather of the couch as he tried to catch his own breath.
“You’re something else baby” he chuckled.
You gave him a small smile before pulling his cowboy hat off and placing it on the table, slowly standing to go use the bathroom and clean up. When you walked back into the living room, he was dressed again which made you slightly disappointed. He watched in confusion when you grabbed your things and headed towards his guest room.
“Where are you going gorgeous?”
You turned around to face him, face slightly twisted in a confused expression. “To the guest room? I’ll leave by the morning I promise, we can just act like this didn’t happen if you want”
Was he done with you now? He’d gotten what he wanted and now it was on to the next poor girl that fell victim to his charm. You weren’t special, just another notch on his belt. He probably-
“What? Darlin, after tonight? There’s no way I'm letting you go, sleep in my bed with me. Want my girl next to me when I'm sleeping so I know I'm not dreaming” oh, well that was unexpected.
You assumed he’d throw you out, find someone new. Not want to keep you.
“Oh, Okay. Well i’m very exhausted,” you let out a small laugh “could we go to bed?”
“Course sweetheart” he grinned, standing up and walking to grab your hand before leading you to his room.
He threw you one of his shirts before going to his bathroom and taking a quick shower, walking out in just a fresh pair of boxers and joining you in bed. Your back was facing him and you gasped when you felt his strong arms wrap around you and pull you into him. It felt natural, like this was how it was meant to be in a weird way. Like he was meant to be like this with you, his player reputation being a bunch of baseless talks because he hasn’t settled with any of the girls. But he wasn’t the player you’d heard about with you, he was kind and gentle. He gave you his shirt to sleep in and wrapped his arms around you to hold you close, he called you gorgeous and darlin everyday, greeted you every morning, took you out to dinner.
But the one question played in your mind, what now?
“Rafe?” you heard him let out a small hum, “What are we? Like where do we go from here?”
“Well,” he took a deep breath, or let out a yawn, you couldn’t see him to know which one “I want you to be mine. So if you would like it, i’m asking you to be my girlfriend”
You couldn’t help the large smile that took over your face involuntarily. You felt like you were back in high school and your crush told you they liked you back. Like the young girl you once were that thought she found her prince charming because a boy asked you to marry him with a ring pop on the playground.
“I’d like that” your voice came out in almost a whisper, the sleep starting to take over you.
“Good, get some sleep darlin” a small kiss was placed on the top of your head, strong arms wrapping tighter around you.
Your arms wrapped around his and finally, your eyes closed. The both of you falling into an easy sleep, limbs tangled with each other like it was meant to be.
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PAC: what romance trope are you?
hi lovies! i got a fun one for you all today. in this pac reading, you will find out which romantic trope fits your energy the best. this is purely for entertainment and enjoyment purposes only. seriously, i had so much fun doing this one! ask upon your guides/higher self to help guide you to which photo/pile you should select, then read the message. (basically, let them vibe check you 🤭) images are not mine. pick a picture to begin ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
pile one (the lollipops): the little things + self healing + true love this pile definitely carries friends to lovers energy. picking up on your persons quirks, anxious habits, reading their body language like it's second nature. knowing every detail about your person that you don't realize goes beyond the typical platonic relationship, until you've fallen too deep. not being able to confess your feelings after weeks of harboring them because you don't want to potentially ruin the friendship. the lingering gazes across the room that last just a second too long for it to be platonic. the passing touches lasting a bit too long to be excused as "normal friends being friends". the pining for each other, too blinded by your own attraction to realize it's mutual. at the heart of it all, the love is love. it's genuine, it's unexpected, it's rare. it's you, it always has been you.
pile two (the silk): casanova + protection + attraction this pile contains enemies to lovers energy, hands down. deep history, conflicting viewpoints, refusal to find common ground. but the tension is there. hell, the hatred might be nothing more than a surface level mask. it starts with a disagreement. it progresses into physical attraction. it'll end with romance. because no matter how many times you tell them that you hate their stupid face, you can't deny how much you want them. they'll say they don't need someone like you, but in minutes you'll catch them looking at you like they want to kiss you. eventually, it'll become more intimate. your feelings will get harder to conceal inside. and when you and your person finally tell the truth, the love is built on understanding each other, knowing each other at their worst. despite everything that's happened, i'll stand by your side.
pile three (the dice): solid decision + impatience + chance the energy of a forbidden romance is told within this pile. romeo and juliet, through and through. no matter what, against all odds, you and your person will try to be with each other. it doesn't matter if your told to find someone whose wealthier or offers more stability. you want them. the yearning you have for each other is so deep it's almost painful. the secret meetings are everything to you. you will give the relationship a chance, even if the path ahead is tough, because they offer you a sense of love unlike any other. you know that they are your person. it doesn't matter if someone else disapproves. you will fight for them, they will fight for you. this love is dangerous. it's risky. it's all consuming. it's dedicated. and it's yours. i will leave this life behind if it means i get to love you.
pile four (the cherries): newfound respect + fondness + deception these cards are carrying the energy of a faking dating trope. you're just trying to reach a common goal through this, right? wrong. the extended proximity will cause feelings to develop between the two of you. looking at each other after a few weeks of this obligation, and seeing something new. there's hidden desires sprouting deep in your soul that you'll push to the back of your mind, not realizing it's happen to your person as well. pretending that it's just a fake relationship, telling each other that it's nothing more once you two are alone, even though you continue to sit close together in private. the lines between what's real and what's fake begin to blur. the confession at the end of the fake relationship is raw, expressing how you want it to be real this time. i don't want to lose you, not after all this time together.
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