#marking her up

[rafeyssugar]

sunkissed

doe reader x rafe cameron

rafe’s obsessed. like, actually obsessed.

and he doesn’t even try to hide it.

because y/n comes back from a beach day, all golden and glowing, and the second she steps foot in his room, he’s on her.

“jesus christ,” he mutters, tugging her closer, hands already gripping at her waist, fingers tracing over the contrast between sun-kissed skin and the untouched, paler slivers hidden beneath her bikini.

she lets out a soft laugh, eyes twinkling. “what?”

“you know what,” he murmurs, gaze dragging over her, drinking her in like she’s something holy. “you’re tryna kill me, angel.”

she rolls her eyes, feigning innocence. “it’s just a tan, rafe.”

but he’s not hearing none of that. not when she looks this good. not when her skin is warm under his touch, smelling like coconut sunscreen and salt, like summer itself.

his fingers ghost over the delicate line of her shoulder, dipping lower, following the curve of her tan lines like they’re a map leading straight to his undoing. “nah, see… this isn’t fair,” he hums, voice dropping. “you go out, get all pretty in the sun, and then expect me to act normal? not happening.”

she giggles, the sound soft, teasing. “you’re being dramatic.”

but then his lips are on her shoulder, pressing against the line where sun-darkened skin meets untouched flesh, and the teasing dies on her tongue.

“am i?” he muses, trailing his lips higher, up her neck, lingering just below her jaw.

her breath hitches, fingers tightening where they rest against his arms. “rafe��”

but he’s already tilting her chin up, already pressing their mouths together before she can finish, swallowing whatever protest she was about to make.

and she melts into it, into him, her hands sliding up to thread through his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

his hands roam, palms flat against her back, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt like he needs to feel more of her, needs to touch every inch of golden, warm skin.

by the time he pulls back, just barely, they’re both breathless.

his lips brush against hers as he murmurs, voice low, full of something possessive and heady, “yeah, i think i need to mark you up, too. even it out a little.”

[notkitten]

i want to leave bite marks down the inside of her thighs, so that every time she sits or walks, the pleasure press of bruising tingles through her as a reminder that she belongs to me

[wisebeth]

One thing which genuinely bothers me is Annabeth's perception in the fandom. How she's seen as this cold, stoic, emotionless, reserved and intimidating girl. When in reality, she's a character full of love.

Annabeth, who immediately cried and felt attached to Cerberus after playing with him for a few minutes because she wouldn't get to play with him again.

Annabeth, whose deepest desire, which the Sirens lured her with, is saving Luke and having a good relationship with both her parents.

Annabeth, who believed in Luke's goodness, even after all the countless terrible things he did simply because she had faith in his humanity.

Annabeth, who cried in Percy's arms before entering the labyrinth and refused to reveal the last line of the prophecy because it said to lose a love worse than death and the idea of losing any of her friends is too painful, heartbreaking and worse than dying.

Annabeth, who kissed Percy before parting with him in St. Helens because if he's going to die, she at least wants him to die knowing she loved him.

Annabeth, who took a poisoned knife for Percy during the war because she'd rather die herself than let him die.

Annabeth, who convinced Luke to switch sides by reminding him of the promise of family he gave her. Which in turn, influenced Luke's decision to end himself to destroy Kronos. Hello, she saved the world with the power of love.

Annabeth, who spent months after months losing sleep and searching desperately for Percy when he went missing.

Annabeth, who kissed Percy to eternity in public at their reunion, not caring what anyone is going to say or think. An asteroid could've hit the earth, and she wouldn't have cared.

Annabeth, who told Percy “I love you” when falling in Tartarus because if she was going to die, she wanted them to be her last words.

Annabeth Chase is a sweetheart, who has always felt things deeply and she's so full of love. And I think it's time we let go of the “cold-hearted annabeth” headcanon because it's not true, that's not her.

[honestlyitsjustsam]

favourite moments of bg3 -> (5/?)

[pathetic-gamer]

(this is basically the gist of his voicelines, right?)

[canisalbus]

*carefully picks you up and peeks into your conch snail shell*

Ehm... Sorry to bother, but... Could we, maybe, possibly... see Vasco's wife and her lover pictured by your hand? Sorry again, thank you for listening. Take care.

*delicately lays you back into the water to prevent any stress or dehydration*

Unfortunately I don't have her lover figured out yet, but I think Ludovica looks something like this:

[proxycrit]

(I point. Gently, in the voice of somebody who’s mind touched by the outer gods, i whisper truth in your ears:

Your honor the horses are now lesbians

(Anyways here’s the designs)

[umblrspectrum]

i got lazy in the second panel and didnt feel like coloring or whatever bite me

[valtsv]

But I have promises to keep—and miles to go before I sleep.

I couldn't stop thinking about VAL listening to Shrue's radio speech when she confronts Carson, and wondering just how many times she listened back to that recording while waiting for him. Did it bring her some comfort, to listen to someone else's last words as she waited to speak her own? Did she feel a little less alone, keeping company with another ghost that hasn't realised it's already dead?

[xochimillilili]

Yeah it's nice to be all physically soft and gentle with my pretty pet after a long day, but there's something so nice about speaking softly while hurting their cute little body~

I've got you honey, that's it, you're doing so good~ You're such a cute little painslut aren't you my love? Moaning and whining for more like a good dumb little pup while bent over my knee, hilt of my knife stuffed shallowly in your pretty breeding hole... you like the feeling of my belt bruising up your pretty ass? You like the sting of it hitting your sensitive little aching body, my kisses on your head and my fingers in your drooling little puppy mouth, fucking that pretty throat of yours sweetheart?

Good puppyyy~ Taking every hit on your ass and kiss on your head like a good pet. My precious darling baby, I'll get you aching so much you'll just melt into a whiny pretty mess after. I'm so proud of you babyyy, if you keep being a good little slut for me, I might just slice those undies off you properly and fuck that pretty tummy of yours full of pups honey~

[im-yotsu]

Achooo!!

(When you're sick so the only thing you can think of drawing is someone sneezing :] )

[notkitten]

i want a necklace of her teeth marks, purple and yellow and prettily dappled, so everyone will know that i'm hers

[krussyarts]

Smth smth December 16 smth smth D-16

[m4rs-ex3]

i love how much chiller and more comfortable she's gotten when sleeping, but also how they show that that instinct hasn't just gone away

[menlove]

put some ink on her 💖

[farawayfrom-tulsa]

are we js gonna move on from the fact that angela had a hit out on ponyboy???