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paper-mario-wiki · 3 days
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I am begging you, stop posting so much about T*ylor Sw*ft before my For You starts thinking "oh you follow someone who posts about T*ylor Sw*ft, I'll show you more"
Please, I have kids (mutuals) to feed (reblog posts to)
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ive been given a choose-your-own-adventure style story choice and i dont know which to pick
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ur chubby miku has genuinely been so helpful for me to accept myself. I've absolutely adored miku for years and seeing you draw her built sort of like me is so amazing. coz I see her and I love her no matter what so why shouldn't I love myself for that too, yanno?
can literally not thank you enough <3
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happy to hear that anon (ㅅ´ ˘ `)
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princessbrunette · 2 days
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thinking about bunny being in a slightly difficult mood, grumpy, huffing and stomping her foot around tannyhill. rafe’s trying to let her have her temper tantrum since they’re a rare occurrence. but after a few hours of her sour mood not letting up, he manhandles her rove this lap to put in her bunny plug and finger her till she cries and he’s cooing at her about how “only dad can fix that little attitude huh, bun?”
oh my god??????
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he can handle the grumpiness, stomping around in little heels and huffing at minor inconveniences. sour moods never last too long with you, so having to deal with you isn’t exactly something that concerns him. however, he is a little surprised to learn that after a few hours — you’re carrying that same amount of aggression, manicured nails digging into your palm as you storm around with clenched fists, shrugging carelessly to whatever rafe asks you and bottom lip permanently jutted into a pout.
the final straw is when you go to pull your shirt from your dresser where it was folded, tugging a little too hard and hearing a tear. usually, this wouldn’t bother you. you knew deep down that it was no biggie to get something like that fixed, and rafe would never let you walk around with holes in your clothes — but the simple act of it happening sent you over the edge, screaming at the top of your lungs and repeatedly beating the shirt on the dresser, kicking your kitten-heeled feet against the wood of it until the heavy footsteps of your boyfriend had arrived behind you.
“the fuck is —” he cuts himself off, seeing the scene before him, taking in the dramatics before instantly doing what he knew should have done hours ago. in seemingly one quick movement, rafe yanks you by the arm out the way while opening the drawer and pulling out the clean bunny buttplug just waiting for usage. “alright, alright — alright!” he yells over your fussing until it was just broken whines and cries, the boy forcing you over his lap on the bed.
“its broken—” you go to yell once more as rafe yanks up your skirt, but he cuts you off quickly — asserting his dominance in hopes you’ll simply relax.
“lower your voice kid, won’t ask you again.” he commands sternly, and luckily you don’t bother again, sucking in short breaths and sniffling into the bedsheets as he works your panties off completely, knowing you won’t be needing them anymore.
you groan when rafe slots his hand beneath your throat and lifts your head with his grip, bending as much as he can to crane over you and hold the plug to your mouth. “c’mon. get it wet. don’t waste my time.” he taps your bottom lip and you sniffle, drooling until not only the metal was coated but his fingers were too from the run off. “shit, crazy girl.” he tsks as he leans back, touching the tip of it to your puckered hole. “you’re gonna calm the hell down. alright? once this is in you’re gonna chill out. i know you need me to fix that little attitude, okay i know. but you gotta use your words and not freak out on me. daddy can’t help you otherwise. yeah?” he talks to you as he pushes it in, feeling relief in the way your body melts on his lap, still sucking in harsh breaths but slower.
“yeah.” you repeat, knowing you had to say something but your brain was in melting mode, not capable of thinking of much else.
“alright. good. now, look at me — m’gonna ask you something n’i want an answer.” he demands, slowly helping your trembling body to stand between his legs. you clutch his white shirt in your fists, grounding yourself as your tearful eyes flicker over his face. you make a noise of acknowledgment so that he can continue. “what do you want? i— i can’t fix it for you baby ‘cos i don’t know what it is.” he flings out an arm, gesturing the shirt you left strewn on the floor. “is it that? do you want me to look at that? do you need a nap? food?” he shakes his head in exasperation, wide eyes searching yours with parted lips like he was really trying to figure you out.
you sniffle, shuffling on your feet as you stand inbetween his legs, his arm around your lower back keeping you leaning on him — and you’re not saying anything. he blinks, before speaking once more. “its dick. you want dick, huh?”
you didn’t know you did. truthfully, you’d been in a god awful mood all day, feeling like everything was going wrong — and in that moment things became just a little clearer as to why that might be. rafe hadn’t fucked you all week, you’d been out and about doing your own things — which is normal and okay in every relationship — just not in yours. you needed rafe to remind you who’s boss, because you didn’t wanna have to think anymore.
“please.” you nod, fiddling with his shirt button and the hand around your back slides down to beneath your skirt, tugging at the tail before massaging his fingers over your empty hole, feeling the way it gets sticky around him.
“hm. i should’a known.” he drawls, eyeing over you before plucking at your clothes. “gotta take this off, yeah? lemme see you.”
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rafeysdoll · 17 hours
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i’m just thinking about kissing rafe’s nose and like running my finger over the bridge of his nose and just yeah i’m a slut for his nose if you can’t tell i hope this isn’t weird or sum
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some fluff & soft rafe >.< he’s soooo ughhh i want him so bad sooooo bad.
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it was days like this that you wished you could stay stuck in forever. lazily laying down in bed with your boyfriend practically laying on top of you, buzzed head resting against your chest. the plushness of your tits providing a replacement for a pillow. “i love you,” you confess, manicured hands rubbing and scratching at his scalp gently. “so pretty,” you continue, hand trailing down to his face to poke his cheek before running your index down the bridge of his nose.
he hums before pulling away slightly, “you making fun of me?” he grumbles slightly, almost stepping out of that drowsiness he fell into. “nooo, papi. you’re just really pretty,” you praise, moving yourself on your elbows when rafe lifts up from you. “i’m not pretty,” he states, sounding more like a question when he furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head.
“yes you are,” you giggle softly, sitting up before cupping his cheeks and pressing a small kiss to his nose. “you’re being cheesy,” he mumbles, unable to lock eyes with you now, tongue thumbing at his cheek.
“just love you so much,” you whine slightly, pouting as you grab his larger hands and hold them. “you don’t like my cheesiness?” you ask with a faux pout, even giving a small sniffle to exaggerate. “mm, yeah, i like it. and i love you too, baby.” he smiles, lifting you up to pull you closer only to press a chaste kiss against your lips before squeezing your ass. “gotta love that ass too.”
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urkuna · 3 days
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# KUNA ₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝜗𝜚 — he’s too stubborn/prideful to ask you to rub his tummy -🪼
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You were one of the few people that could make Sukuna calm down when he was in one of his moods. In a moment of weakness, he'd even admitted that you soothed his temper, something that he was ashamed of despite having a strong pride and ego.
A frown spreading across his face as his stomach ached, but he didn't want to admit that to you, of course.
As the seconds ticked by, Sukuna's frown intensified. His jaw clenched as his breathing intensified. "Well?" he demanded, shifting his weight forward in his seat.
His body was tense, ready to move, but he refused to be the first to break the silence. "You're gonna make me say it?" The King of Curses muttered to himself with annoyance. He had never felt this impatient or desperate before, but that's the kind of effect you had on him.
Yet, even as he fought against the urge to request for your attention, there was a silent plea in his expression, for you to see past his facade and offer him the comfort he so desperately craved.
Sukuna gritted his teeth as he realized just how powerless he was in this situation. He had no way to make you do as he wished without showing his vulnerability and letting you know how much your touch was needed. And the thought of doing so was just as insufferable as being deprived of your affection.
"You're being a brat." However, his attempts at sounding threatening were hampered by his current predicament, resulting in them sounding more like a frustrated grunt.
Sukuna grumbled silently to himself as he observed your lack of reaction. He was well aware that his attitude was ridiculous, but he couldn't help it.
He shifted closer to you, subtly prodding your body, hoping to prompt a reaction.
His movements grew slightly more forceful, but he kept it subtle. He felt ridiculous, considering that he was the mighty King of Curses, reduced to begging like a cat for affection.
You couldn't help but smile as you felt the soft, pink locks of his hair rub against your arm. "You okay?" You question him in a soft tone, finally giving him the attention he craved.
The second your voice filled his ears, he grunted quietly in satisfaction. "Mm..." Sukuna muttered, nudging you with the lower part of his body.
You tilt your head in curiosity when your eyes are met with his tattooed abs, clenching and unclenching painfully. "Poor kitty..."
The king breathed a relieved sigh, exhaling softly as your hand's gentle touch eased his stomach ache.
He wanted to say something in retaliation, but he refrained from doing so. Instead, he simply gave a small grunt of acknowledgment, keeping up the stubborn persona for reasons beyond his understanding.
However, his actions betrayed his facade, as he shifted his body a little closer to you, angling his stomach to be more conveniently accessible to your hands.
Sukuna scoffed, but his pout only became more exaggerated in hopes of coaxing more comfort from you.
He would never admit it, but as you lovingly called him by that silly nickname, your tender touch made him feel pampered and spoiled.
Not only that, but the soft, soothing feeling of your hands on his skin was intoxicating in itself.
Sukuna began to fidget, his muscles twitching beneath your touch as he resisted the desire to lean into your hands more.
"Your kisses make it feel better," he admitted in a low tone, shifting his body closer to yours in the hopes of receiving even more affection.
You smiled, his words prompting you to lean in to leave small, soft kisses along his tattooed jawline.
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if jews are not judean, where else are they from?
Where ever our feet are. Jews could’ve lived in Palestine, Zionism didn’t need to create a brutal regime State and murder thousands for Jews to live in Palestine. We do not need to occupy in order to exist.
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skeptical-saniwa · 1 day
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I saw you wanting to draw smth and I just gotta throw this in
Aventurine is smiling but he covers his mouth with his hat so we can only see his eyes like ^^ IFYKWIM?!?;_(#:8_:_
Anon I GET YOU here he is!!
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What did I say everyone has good ideas he’s so cute
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ophelisstuff · 2 days
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GOODLUCK CHARM | P.B x C.C x Reader
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authors note : first smut ever written! Had to channel my inner freak for this one LMAO. lmk how y’all like this and feel free to request more
requested by : anon
summery : Caitlin Clark and Paige Bueckers have a little fun with their girlfriend before the Iowa vs Uconn basketball game.
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warnings : sexual themes, cursing, degrading, slightly mean Caitlin, mention of straps, mentions of uconn vs iowa 😔.
“Strip.” Caitlin demanded, startling you as she stormed into the hotel room with Paige following close behind her.
Their unexpected arrival bringing you back into reality as you expected them to be gone out longer.
With the upcoming game between Iowa and Uconn, both Paige and Caitlin had been at each others necks for the past few days.
Giving one another smart remarks and starting petty arguments about who would win. And even daring to ask which team you were rooting for.
Never feeding into the disagreements and laughing at them instead, you enjoyed the few hours of peace you had while they were both away at practice.
Though on the other hand, it seemed as if Caitlin and Paige hated being away from you for the period of time.
Numerous text’s being sent to the groupchat between the three of you. Mostly consisting of Paige and Caitlin’s nonsense while discussing how much they missed you.
“What?” You questioned, your response delayed as you were yet to register Caitlin’s words.
“You heard her, strip.” Paige told you, repeating the words that had exited Caitlin’s mouth — watching as you looked at both of them in confusion.
Nevertheless, you followed the demand. Stripping your clothes off and standing before the two of them — their eyes hungrily trailing up and down your body.
“on your back.” Paige instructed, you finding your place on the bed. Laying as the blond had instructed, watching as both your girlfriends hovered over your bare body.
“Such a good listener.” Caitlin began, her fingers running through your loose hair as she looked at Paige. “Should I get the strap?”
You laid in silence a look of desperation displayed in your face as you listened to the two talk. The urge to satisfy your heat growing in response the unexpected situation.
“No. Save it for later on tonight.” Paige told the brunette, deciding to give you a little piece of the experience. Saving the rest for after the basketball game.
Noticing your neediness, Paige moved her hand down to your pussy — clothed by the damp silk underwear. Her fingertips rubbing light circles on your clit.
Caitlin sucking on your neck, her hands tenderly squeezing your breasts — you couldn’t hold in the loose moans that’s slipped out of your mouth.
“Look at her.” Caitlin scoffed, parting ways with your neck as she looked at both you and Paige. “Barely touched her and she’s moaning like a slut”
Paige smiled at the girls words, sliding her hand into your underwear. Running a finger through your folds — being met with a familiar slick.
“Feel her Cait. Already wet for us” Paige shook her head at you, moving to the side so Caitlin could feel the slick between your folds.
Instead of slipping her hand in your underwear, Caitlin slid the fabric off of you. Absentmindedly setting it somewhere as she smirked at you.
“Look at that. All for us” Caitlin spoke, keeping your legs spread open as both she and Paige looked at your pussy like a piece of artwork.
A short whine exited your mouth, growing desperate for either one of their touches. Wanting to feel something that would take the ache away.
“Needy brat.” Caitlin scolded, grabbing your legs and pulling you closer to her — on her knees as she sat face to face with your pussy.
Paige on the bed beside you, fully clothed as her teeth unexpectedly tugged at your nipples. Causing a gasp to exit your mouth in return.
“Keep her still” Caitlin instructed Paige — who gave no answer due to attacking your breasts with her mouth.
Aware of how squirmy you happened to be when getting ate out. The girls often took turns holding the upper part of your body down.
Rolling her eyes, the brunette licked a stripe of your pussy. Watching as you squirmed beneath her, the girl couldn’t help but smirk.
Spitting on your pussy, Caitlin dove in — her tongue sliding over every aching area that you wanted to be touched.
“Caitlin!” You yelled, a string of moans immediately exiting your mouth, Paige’s assault on your breasts making the moans louder.
Unable to fight the pleasure, you tried to hold the moans in. Aware that your hotel neighbors could be in their room — you tried to be quiet out of respect for them.
“Bet no one makes her feel as good as we do” Paige confidently spoke, watching as Caitlin stopped eating you out — lining two fingers up with your entrance.
“I know, and she knows that shit too” Caitlin slowly slid her fingers in glaring at you. Your eyes shut, allowing moans to flow out.
“Look at her, it’s pathetic” Paige said, placing her fingers back on your clit to rub rapid paced circles on the sensitive area.
Slipping her fingers out and slipping them back in, Caitlin pumped her digits in and out of you — meeting Paige’s pace.
Sitting up using your elbows as support, you tried to look at your girlfriends — close to a release that you’d been craving.
“I’m gonna cum!” You announced through a moan, though most the pleasure had slowed down as soon as you did.
“Who’s pussy is this.” Caitlin asked you — Paige beginning to slow down the action on your clit to hear the answer.
Their eyes set on you, almost as if they were daring you to say the wrong answer. Though in the moment, all you wanted was the release you’d been waiting for.
“It’s yours, all for you and Paige!” You spoke nearly immediately, satisfied once the rapid paces had resumed.
Your legs beginning to rapidly shake, a tight knot began to form in your stomach. A throaty moan exiting your mouth as you were met with your release.
“There we go” Paige muttered as both of the girl’s removed their hands from your pussy to gaze at you — out of breath from the orgasm.
“That’s nothing. Just wait until the games over.” Caitlin told you as Paige laughed — the brunette walking into the bathroom to grab a rag to wipe you off with.
“We’ll have to see who our good luck charm’s gonna help win first” Paige reminded Caitlin who rolled her eyes in response — chuckling as she immediately replied
“Yeah, which will be iowa” She looked at you with a grin on her face. “Isn’t that right baby?”
“No, don’t agree with her.” Paige jumped in immediately, setting a pair of lounge clothes that came from your suitcase on the bed. “Everyone knows Uconn is winning this time.
“Oh yeah. and Who told you that — your delousins?” Caitlin replied to her girlfriend, an unwavering smirk on her face as she knew how to get under Paige’s skin.
“You know what. I’m gonna-” Paige began, a threat nearly coming out of her mouth before being silence by you.
“Both of you, shut up and stop acting like toddlers!” You scolded your girlfriends, who immediately dropped the disagreement and moved on as if it were nothing.
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retquits · 2 days
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loved sam n elliot in the baseball caps >:D (can we get sebby too? 👉👈🥺)
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yeah i got you 😎 check back around this time tomorrow
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stxrslut · 2 days
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what would each of the boys do if they were having trouble getting you out of subspace?
oh I love this one actually!!
rafe wouldn’t be expecting it, normally all it takes to bring you out is a bit of rocking in his arms and some reassurance. so when he’s been doing that for nearly twenty minutes he starts to get concerned “you with me baby?” he cranes his neck down to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. all you can do is murmur out a little ‘daddy’ before trying to burrow into his chest again.
he would get you up and take you into the bath, something he normally waits until the morning after to do. he’d just do his best to coax you out, feeling a bit helpless as you paw at him and try desperately to get more. he’d just gently correct your words and actions, knowing that if he were to be rough with you it would just make you worse.
eventually he gets you out, rubbing you back as you murmur sleepily “don’t do that again— was fuckin’ scarin’ me.” he would chastise gently before letting you fall asleep.
john b would know exactly what to do, it’s not his first rodeo. he knows you’re in pretty deep, just by the way you’re holding yourself. he picks you up and rocks you as he carries you into the living room, he does this to get you into a setting that’s less intimate then the bedroom, so as to make it easier to come out of it.
he puts on a show and grabs some snacks, all while still holding you and soothing you. he’d ask you small questions to try and get you more engaged. maybe pointing out the different fruit there is in the fridge and saying a little “you want the strawberries? no? or the apple?” you’d just rub your eyes and point to the fruit of your choosing “that one daddy,” you murmur and he clicks his tongue, “uh uh— not daddy anymore sweetie, just johnbee. can you say that?” and all you do is shake your head because you don’t want to :(
he definitely does his best to hold a conversation with you to try and get you thinking, and he repeatedly verbalises what he’s doing and why he’s doing it. “just wanna go sleep daddy,” you whine, and he just rubs your back and kisses your forehead, “can’t go to sleep all subby like this baby, s’not good for you.”
lots of kisses and praise when you do come out of it <3 cause he knows you didn’t want to. “good job baby, ‘m proud of you.”
jj would be surprised at first, you barely ever go into subspace with him, and even when you do it’s pretty easy to get out of it.
I feel like it would take him a few minutes to notice, when he does he just assumes it’s like other instances and comes over to hold you, “hey— sorry baby, m’right here. you think you can come back to me?” he starts to worry a bit when it’s been a while and you’re still not coming back to him.
“sweetie,” he’d sigh, just cradling you against his chest and holding you tight to stop you from getting handsy. “you’ve had enough now, you need to use that big girl head for me again please.”
it takes him a long time to get you out, he doesn’t really know of anything to do apart from a lot of coaxing. when he does you’re both exhausted but he forces you to get up and have a shower just to make sure your head is clear before bed.
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quinnylouhughesx43 · 2 days
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Chirps
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summary: Luke’s long term girlfriend is a beautician. The team chirps him about his unruly curls so he goes to see her at work.
warnings: none? unedited at the moment
The work day had just come to a close when the bells ringing on the door jingled signaling someone had just entered. You jerked your head to look towards the door to be greeted by your stress stricken looking boyfriend. After leaning the broom you had in your hand back up against the wall, you quickly approached him. “Luke? Is everything okay? You look like you did the day of your draft…” You let your voice drift as you reached him and he made grabby hands to signify he wanted to hold you. “The guys are chirping me about my hair again. Even my own brother is in on it this time.” He’s mumbling as he’s pressed his face down into your neck, but after two years of dating and three years of friendship prior, you’re a Luke Hughes mumbling specialist. Luke lifted his head and rested his chin on your head.
“They’ve gone as far to point out that my girlfriend is a professional beautician for all sorts of people. Celebrities, athletes, everyday people, and I go around unruly. They don’t know how you’re not embarrassed of me.” His voice waivers at the end of his statement. You feel a fragment of your heart break. Pulling out of his embrace slightly, just enough to look up at him and cup the left side of his face. “I promise you, the last thing I am is embarrassed of you. I am nowhere near being embarrassed.” The two hold eye contact, Luke slowly unwinds but it’s still obvious he’s not having what his teammates said.
Rubbing your thumb slightly across his cheek and taking a moment to contemplate a way to help without chopping off his precious curls. “What if we experiment on styling your curls baby? I have different products for curls. Curly hair is all different, so we can try one and if you don’t like it we can try another?” Luke slowly nodded, feeling better already . Luke has always been your soft boy. He’s apprehensive, always considerate, questions his actions, and wants you to be a part of his decisions. That is until you’re both having your alone time, and that is a story for another time.. Luke would never cut his hair unless you suggested it. Luke sat down in your chair waiting for you to work your magic.
Only after a few minutes of your hands in his hair, his head starting bobbing up and down. Catching his face in the mirror the sweet boy had fallen asleep. Deciding to let him rest for a bit, you leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and a ‘I love you Hughes’ before finishing what you were doing to his hair.
Once finished you sat in the chair next to him admiring him for a few short moments.
The two ended up staying in the salon all night. The next morning your coworkers find you all and take a ton of pictures before waking you up.
**I’ll have to edit this massively, im so exhausted like at one point I put Quinn’s name instead of Luke🫣 glad I caught it
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paper-mario-wiki · 2 days
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i hope the notes on that taylor swift arent too bothersome queen o7
i'll be fine, wolves raised by a toothless mother are incapable of biting hard.
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oh wowza
you draw chubby Miku in a similar body type I have
does your chubby Miku have a similar body type to me...
..or do I have a similar body type to your chubby Miku...?
I scream for I do not know
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princessbrunette · 1 day
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rafe comforting bunny after she has a nightmare that he got hurt and she’s just crying in his lap about how she cant live without him and he’s just reassuring her that he isn’t going anywhere:((
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the room is dim, with the exception of the one small lamp he’d flicked on when he’d heard you freaking out. you’re shuddering like a sick person, sobbing as you clutch onto him, feeling his skin, feeling his warmth— overwhelmed with relief that he’s okay and fear that he one day might not be.
“baby come on, it’s late. don’t need to freak out i’m right here, okay?” he cradles you like a baby, exhausted and exasperated but he doesn’t know what to do. you hiccup, shaking your head so much that he has to hold it still.
“i—” you swallow thickly, sucking in a sharp breath. “i can’t live without you. i don’t want you to go.” you explain breathlessly and his brows pinch, his turn to shake his head at the nonsense.
“you don’t want me to go— go where, huh? m’not going anywhere alright you’re — you’re stuck with me for good and i mean that. yeah? you gonna calm down with me now?” he haphazardly swipes at your tears and snot in the dark room and shuffles upwards towards the bed. “you gotta sleep. nothings gonna happen. would i lie to you?”
“no…” you wobble, finally trying to regulate your breathing.
“no.” he confirms, laying you down and then letting out a tired breathy chuckle. “jesus. you’re crazy, y‘know that? gotta learn to relax baby.”
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rafeysdoll · 1 day
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I love your work!!! I was wondering can you do a smut where reader goes into sub space for the first time?
hehe i have gotten this request before and honestly the only reason i haven’t written a full drabble about it is because i don’t even think rafe would know what it really is, you know? like he wouldn’t know it’s an actual thing..
he’d simply believe it’s just you going fuzzy/ hazy & make fun of you slightly during sex telling you “oh look at you, going dumb already pretty baby?” “you feeling fuzzy kitty?” “look at you, it’s okay. i’ll do the thinking,” and you’re just like “mm yeah :(” incoherently. of course though he does care about you — he would definitely caress your cheek and tell you “what is it baby? you’re fine right, don’t need me to stop?” but it’s just not super often because he’s pretty secure. i personally head canon my reader to go into sub space a lot so rafe doesn’t react too much anymore when you just turn into a blabbering mess
he’d take it a bit more serious when it’s outside the sheets though, tapping at your temple lightly and telling you “need you to turn that brain on, got things to do kid. come on, be a big girl already.” maybe even earning you some light slaps to get you back to a ‘working’ headspace, ughhh :( need him so bad he’s so mean
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seasononesam · 2 days
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Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too.
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