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eydilily · 27 days ago
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gem n joel the strongest duo (family) that you are
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and of course. her
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gammija · 4 months ago
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nothing personal but this kind of comment rlly exemplifies to me a disconnect between canon and popular fanon jmart characterization because they almost literally had this conversation in canon - except, their lines are swapped!
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jon, for all his scared grouchiness, is a secret romantic, while martin, for all his forced optimism, is at his core a pragmatist
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rafey-baby · 6 days ago
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older!rafe can’t always be mean to his delicate flower, can he?
18+ mdni!
c/w: fluff with a little bit of angst in the beginning, older!rafe feeding sensitive!reader pasta & being v suggestive, slight subspace, smut: oral (f receiving), overstimulation & use of daddy
wc: 2k
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Sock-covered feet pad along the hardwood floors when she finally hears the lock of the front door turning. Rafe’s home later than usual— a fact she’s entirely too aware of since she’s been impatiently waiting for him to return ever since he left her this morning without so much as a goodbye.  
Usually, she’d stir awake to him smearing kisses all over her face and mumbling sweetened words about how much he’s going to miss her during his meetings— sometimes even wake her up with his cock prodding at her entrance before fucking her all sleepy and sloppy until she’s a sobbing mess.  
However, she assumes he was still mad at her because she forgot to let him know she was going out for drinks after her lecture before her battery had died. Therefore, she hadn’t received his several calls or the texts filled with concern and only a few hours later, did she remember that she’d never actually sent the message regarding her whereabouts. 
When he came to pick her up after she’d borrowed her friend’s phone in order to reach him, he was clearly displeased; merely muttering out a “ask you to do one thing and you can’t even do that. You know how fuckin’ worried I was?” and crudely telling her to go sleep in the guest room because “daddy doesn’t feel like dealing with your shit tonight”, which had resulted in wet droplets surfacing to her waterline while she kept apologizing over and over again, but to no avail.  
In the morning, she’d woken up to a tear-stained pillowcase and a headache. And when she tiptoed over to the bathroom, she realized that the entire house was desolate; he hadn’t even left a note.  
Therefore, she’s not exactly sure how to approach him, hesitant in her movements before she sees him in front of her in all his glory.  
“Hi,” her voice is quiet, but her forlorn face lights up nonetheless.
Rafe is in the process of mindlessly kicking off his shoes when he looks up; a tired smile tugging at his lips when she practically tumbles into his arms in a greeting. 
“Missed you,” she mumbles against his crisp button up when he rests his big hands on her hips in an attempt to steady her.  
“Missed you too,” he murmurs into her hair. “Got you something,” he reluctantly pulls away in order to present her with a bouquet of pink lilies; her favorites. 
“What’s this for?” her moony eyes stare up at him in bewilderment. 
“Drove past a flower shop…guess they made me think of you,” he admits, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek; confusing her to no end. 
“But I thought—” she utters out, hesitant to take the flowers she feels unworthy of.  
“That I was mad at you?”  
She nods, looking up at him with guilt swimming in her eyes. 
He lets out a sigh. 
“Listen, I was, uh, maybe a little too harsh on you last night, okay? I know how forgetful you can be. Was just worried when you weren’t home and didn’t answer your phone until hours later. Thought something happened, you know?” he explains with a calmness that placates her racing mind as she accepts his gift.  
“I know, I’m sorry. Won’t happen again, promise. Texted you today the second I was home, right?”  
“You did,” he confirms as he peels off his suit jacket before sniffing the air. “Smells good, what’re you making?”  
“Oh, I made you dinner,” she says bashfully, almost as if waiting for his approval. 
“You did? All by yourself?” his brows climb his forehead in surprise.  
She nods, a soft smile on her lips before he’s ushering her towards the kitchen and plucking a glass vase from the top shelf for her.
Usually, he’s the one cooking for them since she’s not greatest in the kitchen, always so tired after studying the whole day, she’d probably forget the stove on and cause some sort of a fire due to her absentminded nature. Therefore, he prefers to prepare his girl a nurturing meal whenever he doesn’t have to work late.  
“How was uni today?” he asks as she sets the now flower-filled vase on their dining table. 
“A lot. Was kinda stressed the whole day cause I have so much homework and reading to do, don’t know how I’m supposed to have time for all of it. And then have this group project and the deadline for this essay approaching and…I don’t think my brain works anymore,” she sighs out when she peers down at the steaming bowl of spaghetti Bolognese he places on the counter.  
“Good thing you don’t need to worry that head of yours over anything with me. Let daddy do the thinking for you, yeah?” Rafe’s voice is as smooth as honey, causing her to blink up at him— something cottony dusting over her mind in response to his sugary cadence.  
Strong arms lift her up and place her on the marble countertop before he settles right between her thighs, like a puzzle piece she’s been missing the entire day; tall frame hovering over her even as she’s practically perched on a pedestal.  
Then, he’s picking up the plate in the most casual manner and contently shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth before groaning in satisfaction.  
“Shit, this is amazing,” he praises around the mouthful.  
She mumbles out a flustered thank you, her thoughts all over the place since she thought he’d still be mad, but then suddenly he’s not. In fact, he’s seemingly in a great mood.  
“Did you eat yet?” 
“No, was, um…waiting for you. Didn’t wanna eat alone,” her volume is nearly inaudible.
He stops chewing.  
“Waiting for me, huh?” he rasps out before he’s lifting the fork closer to her mouth.  
She looks up at him, puzzled.  
“Open,” he orders and she has no choice but to obey— let him feed her because truthfully, whenever she’s around him she gets a little dumb; can’t really focus on anything except his low drawl and gemstone eyes.  
“Good, right?” 
She hums her agreement around the bite, barely registering that some of the tomato sauce stains her chin in the process.  
“Always so messy, huh?” he tuts disapprovingly, even if he’s the one holding the fork.  
However, before her mushy brain has the time to even comprehend what he’s doing, he’s laving the flat of his tongue under her mouth; cleaning it up for her.  
“There we go,” he murmurs as he rubs a thumb over the spot for good measure.  
She swallows.  
“Want some water?” he asks and she nods, all of a sudden unable to utter out words.
Then, he’s tipping a glass of ice-cold water to her lips, carefully watching her gulp down the liquid before he decides she’s had enough— withdrawing the cup in order to drink some of it himself.   
He continues feeding her every other bite and making casual conversation, all the while she feels herself softly slipping into a very specific headspace. And before she realizes, he’s placing the empty dish in the sink with a slight clatter; their bellies full and happy.   
She doesn’t think she wants to eat by herself ever again. 
Then, her foggy mind registers him in front of her again as he pulls her closer— warm palms slipping under her top and his thumbs idly smoothing over her tummy while she quietly stares at him with hearts for eyes.
“You put this tiny thing on just for me, hm?” he questions as his eyes drop down to her cleavage; the pale pink lace doing a very poor job of concealing what’s underneath since she’s forgone a bra (and pants), as she usually does whenever she’s merely loitering around their home. 
“Look so pretty in this,” his dreamy voice rumbles as he swipes a thumb over a covered nipple, causing her to let out a faint gasp at the sudden contact. 
“Ray…” she hums out while he keeps rubbing over the squishy part of her body he knows gets her buzzing.
“Hm? You feelin’ floaty already?” he asks with a gentle cadence. And she’s not sure how he always seems to know just the right words to say in order to turn her into clay.  
“Yeah, missed you so much,” her hazy eyes flicker over his face while he simply gazes at her, before he’s smearing his mouth on hers.  
There’s something hungry, primal in the way he groans against her lips— causing a whimper to escape her throat in response. 
Then, all of a sudden, he’s lifting her over his shoulder as if she weighs nothing more than a single paperclip; making her squeak out a sound of surprise when he jokingly smacks her ass while walking out of the room before throwing her on the bed.  
“Let daddy say hi to his favorite girl, yeah?” he coaxes her before he’s prying her thighs apart and nuzzling his face into her cunt through the material of her panties; nose bumping against her clit, making her shift closer to him.
“Missed my pussy so much, you know? Wanted to fuck you nice ’n slow last night but you never came home.”  
“I’m sorry, daddy,” she can’t help but whimper out when his warm tongue licks over the already dampening fabric of her underwear.  
“Yeah? You gon’ make it up to me? Let me eat you ’till I forgive you?” 
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want,” she blabbers, a whine leaving her vocal cords when he plucks the soaked through material to the side and blows on her sensitive cunt.  
“Shit, you’re so wet already,” he says in awe, letting spit drip down his tongue and onto her folds anyway. Then, he’s wrapping his lips around her clit, making her cry out because she can already feel her orgasm lingering underneath the surface. 
“Need to come, can I? Please m’gonna— ” she says, almost in a trance; already so wound up. And the way he’s practically torturing her achy button with his mouth isn’t really helping. 
After he’s hummed his agreement, she’s not able to hold it in any longer— his tongue poking at her opening when the knot in her belly unfolds. She’s shaking, thighs yearning to close, if not for his strong arms holding them open as he groans around her, seemingly lost in a daze with her taste and smell practically suffocating him.
Since he knows how insatiable she tends to be, he refuses to pull away from between her thighs. And two more orgasms later, she’s a whimpering muddle; desperately trying to drag her hips away from his unrelenting hold. However, he’s entirely too strong and she doesn’t stand a chance.
“Ray, s’too much, need a break—” she complains, eyes beginning to turn watery in response to the overwhelming pressure.
However, despite her protests, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he begins to mess with her entirely too sensitive clit with his fingers now— pressing and pulling and making her whine as tears trickle down her cheeks and she tries to fruitlessly wiggle away from him once more.   
“Nah, you’re good. You forgot daddy does the thinking for you now, hm? And he wants you to give him a few more, think you can do that?” he mumbles against her sticky folds, stuffing the tip of his tongue into her weepy hole as an effort to persuade her.
“I don’t know if I can—” 
“Shh, jus’ wanna make you feel nice, you don’t want me to?” he feigns hurt when he lifts up his head, beginning to mouth over the soft skin of her inner thighs to pacify her; his slight stubble tickling her in the process and making her twitch.
“No, I do, I do…”  
“Then quit whinin’ and let me take care of you, hm? Show you how much I love you,” he coaxes her to give in. And when he puts it like that, she thinks it does sound rather romantic…
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queerdraws · 1 year ago
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it's zoro's birthday!! happy birthday big guy, may you say many more insane things to your enemies in the coming years
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koddlet · 1 year ago
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some people have asked about making zines, and i've seen a lot of people in the tags talk about wanting to make some but don't know how... so here is a zine (technically two) about making zines! wowza! pardon the handwriting lol
there are other methods of making zines that require a stapler or sewing, but this one-page zine is the simplest form of it.
i hope this makes sense, feel free to ask if anything is unclear :]
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0ffisially0ll0 · 6 months ago
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this was the experimental doodle lying in my folders for quite a while lol
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andiv3r · 10 months ago
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"If you could have any superpower, what w-"
Shapeshifting. Shapeshifting shapeshifting shapeshifting. I'm a transgender therian, what the fuck did you think I would pick.
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keiscorner · 5 months ago
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"kei." no response. you know tsukishima has to get up early for work, but the window across from your bed is open, allowing the night breeze to creep in and sting your face. you could get up yourself, but that's what husbands are for, right?
you twist around, trying to wiggle out of your husband's grasp so you can take a better look at his sleeping face. he has an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other supporting your neck to, in his words, 'protect his ears from your constant complaints about your sore neck in the morning'.
"honey?" you poke his cheek, smiling to yourself when he grunts in response. tsukishima has always been a light sleeper. you lay in silence for a few seconds before he finally lets out a sigh, opening his eyes to look at you.
"what do you want?"
you muster up your biggest doe eyes, knowing that he hates getting out of bed just as much as you do. "close the window for me?"
"no. you do it."
you sigh dramatically, gesturing at his arms wrapped firmly around you. "i would love to, but someone is holding me hostage, so i think you're going to have to do it."
tsukishima rolls his eyes, untangling his arms from your body. "problem solved." he holds back a smile when you frown and pull the blankets away from him, turning your back towards him. you're so cute. tsukishima would do anything you ask of him without hesitation, but he can't help but tease you a bit first. he'll never get tired of your reactions, and he loves that he can be a little snarky with you.
you sigh again, this time louder and more pointed, pretending to shiver just to show your husband how cold you really are, and how cruel he is for not helping. "if only someone could hold me right now...", you trailed off.
"ok, do you want me to help you or not?" he finally gives in, getting up to reach for his glasses. you win, as usual. you turn back to face him again with a smile as bright as sunshine, and despite all of the years you've been together, his heart still stops for a second. wow. okay, maybe he is obsessed with you, but he can't help it. you've clearly worked your magic on him, considering the fact that he's getting out of the bed for you when he has to be awake in a few hours. he goes to close the windows with a firm click, walking back to his side of bed.
"kei...since you're already up...", he looks back to see your guilty smile, an empty mug in your hands. "please? last thing, i swear." he give you a look that reads, "you're lucky i love you." (you know you're the luckiest person in the world.)
he takes your mug and you hear his quiet footsteps making their way to the kitchen. he comes back, handing you a mug full of warm water. once you take a sip, he takes the mug from you again, placing it on your nightstand.
"i poisoned that," he quips, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before finally lying down and snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. the only reason he hates getting out of bed is that he has to let go of you, but he doesn't need to say that. he's sure you already know.
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cacaocheri · 8 months ago
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not one, but TWO moon kisses drawn by tumblr user cacaocheri????
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tacticalprincess · 6 months ago
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getting nerd!konig crossfaded at a party and having to take him home so he can hump on ur leg because the mix of weed & cheap alcohol got him needy :(((
in your defense, you didn’t think such a big guy was even capable of being such a lightweight — or maybe you lost track of just how many drinks he was downing… until he started getting clingy, hard boner pressed against your ass through your skirt as he whined into the juncture of your neck. large bear hands pawing at every bit of soft flesh they could find while you attempted to hold them back from reaching into your panties in the middle of the party. it’s a struggle to get him off of you and into the car, especially with the puppy eyes he’s giving you, glazed over with intoxication from the weed, alcohol, and sheer desperation as he whispers filth in your ear, not subtle enough for the driver not to give you judgmental looks in the rear view mirror.
his glasses are foggy from the perspiration of his sweat as he follows you into your apartment, immediately crowding against you when you shut the door. guides your soft hand to feel his hard cock — rock solid and pulsing — through his pants, the heat of his body sweltering against yours. “you made me like this. bitte, do something.” his voice is higher and needier than you’ve ever heard it, thick with a delirium that makes your core hot.
it’s out of guilt and pity, mostly, that you allow him to unbutton his pants, giggling at the haste of his clumsy fingers as he works them off, letting his jeans make a puddle at his ankles. you slot a soft, bare thigh between his meatier, stronger ones, letting him burry his face into your neck as he humps his leaking bulge into you, the weight of it heavy against you. it kicks when you whisper about how you can feel how wet and hard he is, soaking your thigh in his pre while his hands slide underneath your shirt to cup your supple breasts.
his hips are erratic and uncoordinated, bucking into your leg as if he’s fucking your pussy. the liquor makes him unable to control his mouth, spewing a series of broken, drunken slurs and whines about how much he has needed you, his sweet best friend, thanking you for allowing him to use you like this. it’s not long before he’s covering both your lower halves in his hot load, sighing out in exhaustion as he comes down from the high. his body goes limp against yours and you don’t realize he fell asleep until he starts snoring.
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ping-ski · 3 months ago
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shrödinger's plex fic (they are real to me)
EBY eclipse and y/n ref here!! :3
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unhappy-sometimes · 5 months ago
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First Date
I really want them to have an actual date where they do things that actually look fun
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Hope that makes sense
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disgracefulthings · 22 days ago
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At Qian Cao Peak
Mu Qingfang: Shixiong has been stressed lately. What is weighing on your mind?
Shang Qinghua: I can't really say- wait! You're a doctor, that means you took the Hippocratic Oath! Which means that whatever I tell you, you can't repeat it to the other peak lords...
Mu Qingfang: What is-
Shang Qinghua, not listening: Well it all started in a previous life...
Later
Shang Qinghua: ...and now Cucumber-Bro and I need to make sure the world doesn't end. Wow, it feels nice to get that off my chest. Thank you for listening, Mu-shidi! I'll be back in a week for our next session
Mu Qingfang: ...
Yue Qingyuan, walking up to him: What's wrong, shidi? You look spooked
Mu Qingfang: I can't say. Apparently I took a hypocrite oath
Yue Qingyuan: ?
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farceurcole · 5 months ago
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ackerteasstuff · 5 months ago
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this is what ppl mean when they say "His eyes softened" >>>
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I mean I might melt if I'm hange, levi staring at me that way ,
letting himself show his vulnerable side to hange is so precious to me
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piixelpaint · 1 year ago
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VERY Late ^^’ but Happy Halloween to @xitsensunmoon from your skeleton! <3
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