#practically rawdogged this

[wn11ow]

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, IMMA TEAR OUT YOUR HEART IT'LL ALWAYS BE MINE

[russellfvr]

mornin’

[abby-wolf]

I am in desperate need of a cat to hug and squeeze.

Please, I beg thee...

(this is an art request btw)

kitty cat for you <3

[melloneah]

back in my talentless era 💅💅💅

[floraleevee]

it really is amazing how much the us hates gay people on a systemic level

[idlingsomewhere]

WHY DID I NEVER OPEN DESMOS

[sheeezu]

How to shift

(From my point of view, it is a well articulated one I hope it at least gives someone the confidence that you can change realities regardless of mindset or whatnot)

I am of firm belief that you can shift any way you want, you can get ancient scripture from divinity and rehearse them before sleeping to shift, or rawdog it. There is a lot of shifting material on my blog, the community has evolved mainly to promote the idea that shifting is attainable by living in the movement. First of all, yes. This post is a little different because although it follows the structure of how a method would, but, according, to, ⚠️my personal opinion ⚠️ this is how someone shifts.

Background.

This is all depended on letting go (temporarily forgetting) of the previous reality, and completely blending in with your intended reality. The switch, is made to seem natural, and not forced. Why I believe in this? Well. I shifted with doing something similar. (FOREVER GRATEFUL I BOW DOWN)

I still actively support you can shift by plain affirming, regular methods, and while still being aware of the previous reality. But you can use this if you've tired yourself out by other practices and need a definite guide. Rest assured, this is me milking out all my shifting experience and knowledge.

As someone asked, (I did see your ask, this strangely corresponded to this post I was about to make) yes yes yes, moving doesn't matter while shifting. You can be dancing or swimming in your physical environment, the only hiccup that you can possibly perceive is your mind getting distracted mid change of reality, when you're thinking like your dr self and your thoughts divert to your cr. That's why someone can say to minimise the distractions in your environment, but physical distractions are nothing in comparison to the effect of your own mental space on your reality. (....before someone attacks me, I am talking entirely in the pov of this post, I don't believe in blockages, ty, back to the text)

How to shift

Your environment is unfortunately still at play. But you can shift, sitting up, lying down. (You know this already I won't get into this) just makes sure you have space to think.

Observe. When you lay down, your mind starts to recall either events of today, or what's going on in your conscious/subconscious. Your first realization would be that "I should attempt to shift" you can take a few minutes to set things straight in your mind. When the intention registers, you can start affirming. And don't get pissed off at your mind, or demotivated when the affirmations don't or barely give you symptoms. Your goal is to determine which direction points to your dr. This will release the pressure or responsibility you have with shifting. The more time you spend in this state is better, because your wakefulness will start to dawn; you'll get sleepy. With sleep, you slip out of your mold and the lightness you feel is due to you merging with your true self.... and obviously, shifting is instant in this state. (What? :) it is)

Void. that- that body of yours is stuck like glue and the weird song you've heard from the commercial you've heard is still going on. You can force your thoughts to go blank. For a minute, you can still let the intrusive thoughts pass by, just don't give them importance. This way, this bridge in your river of thoughts is paused for you to jump your attention upon your dr.

dream. When I research shifting, I always look at how dreams work. Why we dream. The surreal nature of them. ...something from my drafts:

"That's why dreams are so comforting. There is no second guess. There's no regret. Everything is a blurry, silly mess of your consciousness. It's an artistic masterpiece. It's a realm centered around you. It is an exploration of the world inside of you. It's free from laws or morals. It doesn't take place in the 3d. While they hold deep meaning, they're always unserious as they play out. That's how your reality is supposed to be. That's how you're supposed to shift or manifest. Dreams are your first introduction to creation.

They pass on a note to you, that you can shape the next moment. You just need to become lucid. Whether in a dream, or right now, when you lay down to shift, you need to be awake to witness and use your own power."

There's this discussion, how you should visualize or imagine during shifting. the superior advice is to barely do so, or that you don't need realism at all. Others say, you should imagine it clean and sharp; I say it should be the quality and alike a dream. Logically and theoretically they are the rehearsal of your consciousness, a blurry and nonsensical mess through which your brain rewinds the reality you're in. It's a remembrance. It's a push. To wake up back in your usual reality. When the picture of your dr that goes by is projected as a normal day to day occurance. While not rejecting the need to imagine your dr, that's your first step to normalising being in your dr! Tldr. Imagine, romanticise, think about your dr.

??? Be there. There's this type of stubborness only someone aware of their own potential and power can possess. It doesn't include the constant asking or checking of "am I there?" It's telling yourself. (If you check your environment due to intrusive thoughts just give yourself the "yes" it's a lonely little world in your mind 😔 until you wake up to your s/o's snoozing face--> back to the text) this is where the "senses shift last" comes in. You should properly trust this beforehand. I believe you'll be in a haze. If you're not, you should stop being hyper aware of everything; symptoms, mainly. There's a way to utilise symptoms as well, you can assume theyre your vibrations raising higher and higher (...if youd like). The hazy mindset means, you'll be relaxed and it wouldn't appear to you that you're trying to shift. Take this thought completely out of your mind, that you're shifting.

Blend in to your dr. Like grass grows out the soil; let your soul blossom naturally. You spend so much time reading posts on tumblr, they all tell you you're in control, you consider and accept their words. But why do you panic while and before shifting? You choose to shift. Either directly or indirectly. Anyways, philosophy aside. You should think like your dr self; or you there. Plan your day. Hear the voices in your dr. Develop the impulses, the reflex actions that usually enable you to sit up on your bed, like in this reality, you have certain actions you replicate each morning. Replicate those for your dr. Train yourself to perform five senses in a trance state. Have long rants about a certain events in your dr self's voice, without calculating or weighing them. You script for so long. You plan your dr self for so long. You can be naturally like your dr self as well. Start your cross over and don't stop. Don't dissolve in the artifical sweetener. And don't force yourself.

Epilogue. You tell me yourself. What's left behind? What's there to return to now. When you've embraced all your dr is, when you yourself bestowed your soul back to your dr, you're there.

This is not at all what I expected it'll turn out to be, disclaimer, the actual method is linked somewhere in the post, you can go see how to practically implement all this... rant ? This might be rushed, because it is. There's another fish to add in my bucket of posts. I felt the need to make a post. Anyways, if any questions then ask away. (Put them in my inbox)

This is probably not the detailed guide I promised in the poll.

[kelvinthegoatt]

Horatio…. Hornblower??? A practice, sorry if it doesn’t look like him, I don’t know how to draw his hair

Finally drew what Nelson inspired! Is this fandom dead..

Now watch me rawdog this

[izzabela]

based on a very real text from my very real boyfriend...

pregnant!reader x price

reader probably in the second trimester

MDNI: smut, graphic descriptions of sex, p-in-v, pregnant sex, pregnant!reader, f!reader = f!genitalia, prone-bone? (yeah i think so), we are rawdogging tonight! is breeding still possible while pregnant...? (if so, then breeding),

Price is just a guy

a chill guy who loves his pregnant wife

maybe a little too much...

because when you came to him with the announcement, the blue lines a heaven-sent message from the God he didn't believe existed, everything about his brain chemistry changed

you smelled so nice, lovely in fact. intoxicating, sickeningly sweet that he put in paid paternity leave much earlier than the intended date he was supposed to. you giggled every time you felt Price's scruff over your shoulder, arm, legs- any body part that Price could get his hands on

"darling!" you'd squeal, voice pitched in ticklish joy every time his thick hairs brushed over your skin.

he didn't want to leave you, not now and certainly not in the near future.

you're so soft too. maybe it was the bundle of joy in the middle of its creation in your belly, or maybe it was the constant massages that Price gave you whenever your back hurts. whatever it was, Price's calloused hands from war meeting his angel's, it the closest thing he has to purification.

"your hands...." you'd coo at his scarred limbs. "have you been using the healing cream i gifted you?"

cream? the only ointment he needs was your supple body- his holy grail

but the thing that did it for Price, the thing that made him go insane was the obvious sign of your pregnancy- the lil' bump that showed God's immaculate gift of a woman

for every cuddle session, Price's hands swarmed your belly with feathery touches. his lips would whisper the softest promises into your plush and growing belly. "papa'll show you the world" was your favorite

for every outing you and Price had, a hand always found your belly still! touchy thing, he is, because he would not stop talking about the little pumpkin you and Price were growing together

and for every night in bed...

"mmm, honey..." you writhed in his warmth, your back against his chest. if his stubbly beard rubbing the nape of your neck was one point of bodily irritation, then your back was tingling on fire with the fine hairs of his chest

"'s nothin' love," Price mumbles against your skin, leaving little kisses that were slowly going lower and lower. "Jus' checkin' on the baby, makin' sure she's healthy."

you felt rough hands scale your body, one resting over your mouth to muzzle you, and the other slithering down before making its home over your damp underwear. if your cunt was the magic lamp, then your muffled moans were his wishes come true

"stay quiet fo' me, love," he murmurs into your ear, nibbling a little bit in the process. compliance was a new thing for you, and you were damned that listening to him made you feel... real damn good

"there's a love...." he practically growled, swiping your panty to the side and easing his fat digits into your cunt

"h-honey, the doc said-" you tried to reason with him, but a quick grip to your jaw and you were reminded about the law of your darling husband. without saying anything more, you melt into Price, letting him make work in your aching pussy

how is it possible that you were so much softer inside? so much more wet? practically coating his fingers in slick as he pumped, pumped, and pumped, his nubs in you

shaking his hand off your mouth, you looked over your shoulder with those eyes he could never say no to, and the magic word

"inside?" you plea. and who is he to deny you the pleasure?

switching positions, he lays you on your tummy (with copious blankets and pillows to support you). of course, the fucking tease makes sure to irritate you by prodding his cock at your entrance, his head kissing your sopping folds down there. you mewl, whining for him to stop playing games with you

"sorry, dove," he leans over to kiss your cheek. "was 'at mean? oh, don't cry love," he hushes you some more, before a little smile peaks through and his number one girl is back

your lips lock with his like animals in heat, like you haven't seen him in years, like it's the first time in a long time since he's had you in his arms. and as your tongues dance, his cock finally makes its home inside of you, nestling nicely in your warm, gummy walls. in fact, you're certain his mushroomy head is just touching your cervix

he doesn't fuck slow, he fucks intentionally (that's how you're carrying his future in the first place...). after getting used to your insides, his hips buck in and out, a steady, constant pace that hits every. single. spot. and his cock, oh his that lovely cock of his, stretching you out until you're crying (again) out of pleasure and wanting

"greedy lil' thing, aren't'cha wife?" his voice low and gravelly in your ear. one of his hands is over your mouth, two digits in your mouth to gag and choke, while the other arm holds your little hands in place

"y'wan' anotha one? hm? wan' another baby inside? givin' 'm a lil brother o' sister?" he teases, cock practically engraving itself in you for your walls to memorize

he does everything in his power to not cum inside, even though his words have you drooling for more. but when you squeeze him, tightening around him as he's about to pull out, his chest is on your back again as he drives himself to his own finish

"playin' dirty, lil' girl," he snarls, and you can't help but lick over his fingers in response

you can't speak with his fingers gagging you, but your mind roared with "more, more, more" and "fill me, fill me, fill me" like a mantra

and isn't the best way to thank God through worship and prayer?

your finish is visceral, flashes of white clouding your vision as you feel your thighs and legs shake. you pussy is no better, slick leaving and coating your sheets

Price is practically there, hips smashing into your round ass, hearing his flesh collide with your to create the symphony of his dreams- bonus points for your cunt adding even more music

"ah, fuck, honey i'm-!" but there's no point for Price to finish his sentence when the rest of it filled you up

you melted at the feeling of his spunk coating your walls, filling you to the brim, the fatigue of sex finally caught up to you as you began to doze off

"c'mon love," he chuckled, a little rough in his throat as he tried to keep you awake. "gotta 'elp me to not hurt our lil' one..."

you weakly flip over back onto your left side, but there's no point in fighting the sleepiness when you've already drifted into the land of subconscious. Price can only sigh at the sight, but who's he to complain? you're growing his little pumpkin

as you dreamed of your baby, images of your baby all grown, Price was tending to his garden. after all, how can she create more if not taken care of properly?

[starryylies]

Simon who comes home from deployment only to see you reading smut and then continues to eat you out like a man starved.

cunnulingus, established relationship, reader calls Simon daddy, dom sub dynamic, Simon is a man starved, implied age gap, reader is younger. Self insert 🤩

Yes two smut fics In a row

(no judgey)

You’re in your room trying to get off, you tried humping your pillow rubbing yourself on it

trying’ to imagine you’re practicing on Simon but nothing was working.

you were too horny and couldn’t stand it anymore . ;((

You had been left alone for so long you needed a relief you were so pent up you could’ve cum just by the stimulation of your pretty pussy on si’s cock, but sisi wasn’t there :(

He had been out for deployment for over a month now and you missed him dearly

Finally giving in after many failed attempts to get off you finally took your phone and opened tumblr to scroll through some smut fics filled with the filthiest words and phrases (me)

Scrolling you found a hot story of a soldier and his wife making love (rawdogging) after he came back home from his own deployment,

reading it reminded you of Simon so you climbed back on your bed and quickly got rid of your pants and started touching your puffy clit

The nub looked like it was bulging out, it was soooo desperate to be touched. :((

you rubbed circles around your clit picturing it was you in the story alongside Simon.

You were finally getting close, the fic was filled with dirty thoughts and carnal feelings, all that you were having.

You were so close your clit was aching to cum but as you were about to cum the door opened revealing the big man with broad shoulders, your boyfriend Simon Riley.

He looked at you lustfully, you could see his boner tenting up in his pants.

“Couldn’t wait for me could ya lovie?” He gruffed out smiling at how beautiful you look with your legs spread apart and face flushed out.

“S-si I’m sorry but I was so horny I need ya, I missed ya so much” you whine out needily

“Im sure you did sugar, so did I. I missed you so fuckin’ much love” he says crawling up to the bed unbuckling his pants.

As he reaches close to you he notices your phone is open, he sees text in it. For a minute he gets scared thinking it’s from someone else but as he gets a closer look he realises it’s a story, a very lewd one at that.

He laughs out gruffly, “my good little girl is reading dirty books now huh” he smirks.

seeing you get all shy drives him crazy

“ yea but only cuz it reminded me of you sisi”

“I know princess” you wouldn’t do anything other than that he coos while putting his hand near your pussy teasing it.

“S-si touch me please” you mewl.

“Only when you will tell me what you were reading princess”

“But s-si I need youu” you whine

You try grabbing his hand to touch your pussy but he quickly pulls away

“Bad girl’’ he says softly.

Seeing you pout at that statement only makes him wanna tease you more.

You’ll only get to cum when you read it out loud to me,

Each. And. Every. Word.

Without hesitation You reply saying yes because you cannot hold on any longer you need this.

Simon then spreads your legs apart to get a better view and it’s almost as if his mouth drools when he sees your pretty pussy all wet and moist.

“Read to me baby” he commands

“M’kay” you whine out

- After <ml> (ml in the fic y/n is reading) returned from his recruitment in February he was greeted by <fl> (fl in the fix y/n is reading) wearing a pink bra -

you stutter out, feeling Simon’s tongue on your folds makes your brain stop for a moment.

“Continue princess” he says

“Y-yes Simon” you reply and start reading the next few lines of the fic.

as you reach to the part where the <ml> starts fucking the <fl>,

simon swipes your clit and starts rubbing your nub.

Simon eats your pussy out like a man possessed

and now you can’t form proper words cuz it feels sooo good.

You’re so close you’re so close you’re so close.

Suddenly Simon stops.

“Why’d ya stop reading princess” he looks up at you with his beautiful hazel eyes shining.

“Si please just lemme cum pleaseplease I need you siiii” you whine desperately

“No princess read the story or you won’t cum he says sternly’’

You cry out, you’re soooo overstimulated you can’t take it anymore.

You start bucking your hips onto Simon’s face like a bitch in heat. You just wanna cum :(((

Simon slaps your clit softly earning a soft moan from you

“Read.” He commands

You cannot do anything but comply so you start reading again.

The story is almost about to finish and you can feel yourself getting closer.

Simon is eating you like you’re his last meal ever, slurping your juices sucking your swollen clit

and giving its a tiny kiss or too from time to time as well.

“S-si it’s over now please lemme cum please I’ll be a good girl daddy please lemme cum please”

“‘kay princess if ya say it so nicely” he smirks out

He’s eating you out like a hungry animal rutting his own hips into the bed to get some friction, his hard cock feels like it’s gonna burst.

He’s so horny he needs a release and hearing your sugar like moans make him harder and more and more desperate to cum.

He’s as horny as you are but he won’t show it cuz he has to help his pretty little girl cum first :)

“S-si I’m close I’m so close” you moan out,

you’re now bucking your hips up and down and Simon’s face is covered with your slick.

he presses on your nub to give it some pressure

Your orgasm hits you like a huge wave, your eyes roll back your toes curl and your mouth opens. Your mind is blank it’s only filled with bliss.

“Attagirl” Simon looks at you proudly.

As you come down from your high Simon come towards you and gives you a kiss,

You can taste your juices on his tongue but you don’t care you kiss him back hungrily, you both devour each other completely before Simon starts talking

“You were such a good girl f’me” he praises.

You melt in his arms as he whispers out sweet words into your ears.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up okay princess?”

“Yes si”

As you walk into the shower si is quick to pin you to the wall rubbing his thick erect cock on your swollen overstimulated pussy.

“It’s my turn now love let me fill you up, I’ll ma’e ya feel so good princess”

And so he does :33

[fandomflotilla]

War of the Roses: Proposals

Ruby: Jaune, you’ve been close with us for a while now, and you really mean a lot to both me and Weiss.

Weiss: And we wanted to do this for tax purposes anyway, so…

Ruby: Will you marry us?

Jaune: Yes! Absolutely!

Weiss: Oh my god, you’ve made us so happy, Jaune.

Jaune: When’s the wedding, I need to find a new suit for the occasion!

Ruby: Three months!!!!!

Three months later…

Ruby: …Jaune. Why are you wearing a priest’s outfit?

Jaune: …because I’m marrying you and Weiss together? I mean I have the certification for being a deacon right here but I figured I’d look the part too.

Ruby: Deacon? Why would the you need to be a deacon…oh no.

Weiss: Why “oh no”? It’s not like he thought he was just…the…officiant…oh my god…

Jaune: …what?

Ruby: Jaune.

Ruby: When we said “Will you marry us?”, we meant will you be our GROOM.

Jaune: Oh.

Jaune: OH.

Jaune: Wait is THAT why you had me plan the honeymoon??????

Weiss/Ruby: YES.

Jaune: I THOUGHT I WAS JUST BEING A THOROUGH AND SUPPORTIVE OFFICIANT.

Ruby: WHY DO YOU THINK WE BOUGHT SO MANY CONDOMS?????

Jaune: I THOUGHT YOU WERE PRACTICING SAFE SEX!!!!!

Ruby: WHY WOULD WE NEED CONDOMS IF WE WERE ONLY HAVING LESBIAN SEX?????

Weiss: Wait, you told Jaune to buy condoms? Why would we need that?

Ruby: WHY WOULD WE NOT NEED CONDOMS????????

Weiss: I thought the point of getting married was to legally be able to rawdog it?? And tax breaks???? Is that not the point of marriage????????????

Ruby: THE POINT OF MARRIAGE IS TO LOVE AND SUPPORT EACH OTHER TILL DEATH DOES US PART, NOT RAWDOGGING IT AND TAX BREAKS.

Weiss: Wait, really? Huh. Learn something new every day. Honestly that makes marriage seem a lot more stressful. Not sure I would’ve agreed if I knew that.

Jaune: If it makes you feel better, Weiss, legally rawdogging it was the reason my parents said they got married, and they seem perfectly happy.

Weiss: Don’t you have 6 sisters?

Jaune: Seven.

Weiss: Damn. Okay, good to know the record to beat.

Ruby: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!?!???

Further into the pews…

Yang: *sniffle*

Yang: It’s so beautiful…my baby sister is getting married…

Taiyang: *sniffle*

Taiyang: It’s just like when Raven, Summer, Qrow and I got married. Right down to the rawdogging.

Qrow: Don’t remind me of that shit, Tai. I’ve spent 20 fucking years trying to forget that particular conversation. You’re lucky I haven’t divorced you.

Blake: Are none of you the least bit concerned that Ruby is basically the only sane person in this three way marriage? Are they going to call it off now?

Qrow: I assure you, Ruby is the least sane person onstage. The other two are dumb enough to not know what they’re doing, Ruby’s smart enough to know exactly what they’re doing, and is doing it anyway.

Ruby: *distantly* SO DO YOU IDIOTS WANT TO GET MARRIED OR NOT?

Weiss/Jaune: *distant murmuring*

Ruby: *distantly* GOOD. NOW IS THERE ANY OTHER IDIOT IN THIS FUCKING ROOM WHO CAN OFFICIATE THIS WEDDING????

Qrow: And that’s my cue. *gets up and walks down the aisle*

Blake: …you all deeply concern me.

Yang: Blakeeeeee, can we have a messy unorthodox wedding with Sunnnnn????????

Blake: …*sigh*

Blake: Fuck my life.

[winterrrnight]

hi edith! i love your writing so much 🫶 especially the dynamic scholar!reader with rafe. can you make more please 🥺🩷 but with mean!rafe or fratboy!rafe

ahhh thank you for your request and your kind words anon 🫶I hope you like reading this :) I went with frat!rafe because to be honest mean!rafe isn’t much of my thing 😅 let me know your views on this if you feel like <3

late night sessions

PAIRING: frat!soft!rafe cameron x gn!scholar!reader

SUMMARY: rafe helps you back in bed after you accidentally fall asleep while studying.

WARNINGS: reader is a stem student (or basically anything except business because that is rafe’s major); established relationship; minimal usage of nicknames like babe; minimal swearing; rafe is soft for reader; fluff

EDITH SPEAKS: love love love scholar!reader with my whole heart 🥰 I’m so glad I’m getting to write them again. (manifesting major scholar!reader vibes for myself for my upcoming college year 😚) read my original scholar!reader blurb here <3

please reblog if you liked reading this! feedback is always appreciated 🪸

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It’s like you are completely cut off from the outside world; your books, notes, flashcards, and your laptop surround you on your desk as you find yourself knee deep in this semester’s syllabus, your mind already working on an overdrive for midterms – even when you still have a whole week before the dreaded exams approach.

But your boyfriend? He’s totally opposite. 

Exams don’t even begin mattering to him until one night before the actual exam day when he practically rawdogs some borrowed notes, not knowing what half of the content means but he’s cramming and gulping down information as if his life depends on it. And then guess what? He always gets a minimum of 50% of the total marks on each of his exams, making him the cockiest bastard to ever exist. 

 “See babe? This shit’s easy as fuck. Passed with all flying colors ’n shit,” He grins, practically shoving his grade sheet in your face. You always have to swallow down the urge to smack that irritatingly perfect face of his, blowing off that smirk right off his face. 

“Shut it, your business shit’s easy to pass alright?” You grumble under your breath. You very well know business isn’t easy, but the fact that Rafe is passing it with pretty decent scores by studying only one night before makes you think differently.

Your current focus on your notes is broken when you hear a knock at your dorm door. Begrudgingly, you yell out a ‘come in’, not moving your attention from your notes for even a split second. You hear the door open and close from the front of the room, and when you feel a figure approach you from the back and wrap their arms around you, you know who it is. 

“Hey babe,” Rafe mumbles in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as he rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at all your books and notes surrounding you. 

“Hey,” You mumble back, your focus not withering at all. 

“Missed you tons today,” He mumbles, gently caressing your neck with his fingertips before nuzzling against the soft skin, his lips beginning to press slow, languid kisses.

“Yeah same,” You mutter, dragging your laptop closer as you open the file you want to access, your entire body, mind and soul completely unphased by Rafe. 

Rafe sighs as he presses one last kiss to the side of your neck before lifting his head up. “Already studying for your midterms?” He says, reluctantly stepping back from you to flop down on your bed, his gaze never leaving you. He already knows the answer to his question: you wouldn’t be the person he’s so deeply infatuated with if you aren’t giving a head start to your head start for your exam preparations.

“Uh huh,” Comes out your quiet voice as he watches you, your brows furrowed as you scroll through something on your laptop. He trains his gaze over to the small digital clock sitting on the corner of your desk, flashing the numbers 11:17 in a bright white. 

“Babe it’s getting late, come sleep with me,” He says, beginning to scoot over to make space for you, but your next words make him stop. 

“It’s okay Rafe you sleep, I’ll be there in a few,” 

Few. It can mean anything in your dictionary. It can mean 40 seconds, or 28 minutes, or 3 hours, or the entire night.

Rafe lets out a quiet sigh as he thinks of coaxing you to get in bed with him again, but he knows it’s not going to work. 

“You better not ‘accidentally’ pull an all-nighter again you hear me?” He says, a tinge of sternness in his voice as he fluffs the pillows once before dropping his head on them. 

You don’t say anything, just make a quick move to turn off the main light of the room and turn on your desk lamp instead. The room plunges into darkness except for the soft glow of your desk light, illuminating your desk and you sitting in front of it.

Rafe turns over on his side to look at you, his hand under his head. He watches you study quietly, your facial features glowing under the desk light and the light from your laptop screen. He tried to keep his eyes open for as long as he can, but the occasional typing of the keyboard, pen scratching against the paper as you write, and your barely audible whispering begin to lull him into a sleep which he finds harder and harder to pull himself from. 

↶ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊˎ-

Rafe shifts in his position, letting out a soft grunt under his breath as he turns over on his side after being on his back. He squints his eyes as he feels a certain light hit his heavy, closed eyelids. He forces them to open, his vision blurry for the first few seconds. As his vision sets and his mind begins to gain consciousness, he realizes your desk light is still on. 

You are crouched over in the chair, your head resting on the table in your arms. Your notes are scattered around and your laptop is open but now under sleep mode. Rafe darts his attention over to the clock, and the numbers 2:32 flash back at him. 

“Jesus,” He mutters under his breath, helping his sleep-ridden body up from the bed. He walks over to your hunched position and gently shakes your shoulder. 

“Babe, babe come sleep in the bed,” His raspy voice comes out. For a moment, you don’t move, but after a few gentle shakes you do, slowly lifting your head up from your arms. 

“What…” You mumble sleepily, your eyes barely open. You are just as sleepy as Rafe, if not more. 

Rafe shuts your laptop close and switches off the desk light, the only light now coming through the small window of your dorm. His hand finds your arm and he gently pulls you up from the chair. 

“Come sleep in bed,” He repeats, his voice still groggy as he helps you up from the desk chair. Your extremely tired body doesn’t put up a fight even once and you let him lead you over to the bed. 

Rafe helps you lie down and he lays next to you, his arms wrapping around your frame in an instant. You succumb to his embrace the very next second and snuggle closer to him, resting your head on his chest. 

Both of you fall asleep after your shared moment of momentary awakeness, your sleepy body tucked snugly against his for the rest of the night. 

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[merlinstaging]

Ohhhmy god I'm shaking I was there holy shittt

I JUST SHIFTED. IT WASNT LONG. BUT I JUST SHIFTED.

I vividly remember what just happened. I turned on slow music, and I laid back, and started imagining myself in a music video POV of sorts.

At first, I imagined I was sitting next to my father, helping him do work. After the first chorus, I got up and left, staring down an endless flight of stairs. I took a deep breath and jumped.

Looking down, I fell into the stairs, they were like water. I sunk further and further down, until I was practically in a sea of stars. I turned around, and saw a hand reaching in to drag me out through the bottom.

I took it, and was helped back up. I hesitated, of course, I didn't know who it was. The person vanished as soon as I reached the surface again, and as I looked up, I saw the starry night sky in my home park, of the theme park that my main DR takes place in.

I walked to where we lived in the third and final chorus, and saw the physical body of my DR self there. I sat next to him, and placed my hands on his chest, as if doing healing magic, and closed my eyes.

The song ended, and was repeated. I moved my arm. I was there. I was too scared to open my eyes though, and alas, I came back here despite having scripted I'd never come back.

No, this isn't a currently existing method. I just rawdogged it. Measured with my heart and not with a recipe. I might write it as a method though, since it works for me.

For those who are curious on the song, I played Euthanasia by Will Wood. It's a very personal song to me, I use it against me to not do anything reckless on myself.

The start speaks about the rat being euthanized, or for me, permashifting after suffering, and near the end it sings about the rat going to heaven, or for me, finally going 'home'. You can listen to it here:

I don't know what the moral of the story is here. Just know, you will go home someday. You'll see everyone you love. Shifting is real, and if I can do it, everyone else can too.

" But now I know, I know why we say, that there's a better place that waits beyond the grave! Ohhh... "

Go shift, 1111, and remember I love you, <3 /p

[avocado-writing]

✨Dear amazing Avo✨

First of all, I love your writing so dang much!!!🖤🖤🖤

Second, have you ever thought about maybe some reader/Copia breeding kink? With Copia being a desperate sub and reader praising him as they milk him dry? Do you ever wonder about the possibilities of making that man moan?

(And the ensuing baby panic when it turns out rawdogging it has its rewards/consequences)

this is 800 words of smut. hidden below a read more. enjoy. teehee

heavy heavy breeding kink. Rated e.

“You gonna fill me up, honey?”

“A-ahh…”

Every night has been like this recently. The mornings and afternoons as well, actually. Sometimes brunches too.

The two of you had time and the desire and most definitely the drive to do so, so you decided you were both finally ready for Copia to put a baby inside you. Things were quieter since he’d become Frater, his days taken up by endless boring bureaucracy, so he was eager to start a family - you both were. For many years now the idea of him pumping you full had driven you both wild; now seemed as good a time as ever to actually go through with it.

The Dark One hasn’t blessed you yet, however you have only just begun trying in earnest. You’re also giving Him ample opportunities to pick from.

Copia is laid out flat on his back and you’re sliding up and down on his cock. Literally sliding, he’s already come twice and his spend is dripping down his throbbing length, pooling onto the silk bedsheets beneath you. He has an unnatural ability to stay hard even after multiple releases which is perfect for endeavours like this. 

Your cunt has never felt more full. You can feel him practically flowing all the way inside, up to your womb; you can imagine him catching there and already being full with new life. Fuck, the idea of it makes you so wet that you soak him all over again. His hands dig into your hips as you dream about the idea.

“You’re doing so well, Copia. Can’t wait for you to put your baby in me,” you hum, your voice husky. You press a finger to his lips and he opens them dutifully, allowing you to press the pad down against his tongue. He moans around you and sucks, making your clit throb in envy. “You wanna do that to me properly? Wanna suck on my tits when I’m pregnant, honey? Taste my milk?”

“Cazzo, yes, fuck,” he groans around your finger, and you remove it just for a second to allow his reply proper, “anything you want, cara mia. Anything. Want to taste you. I want to feel how sweet you are in my mouth… aah…”

His hands slide up your flanks to rest on your breasts, waiting for your nod of approval before he tweaks your nipples. You hiss as they respond to his attention, getting sore and fat. As you fuck him harder his movements get less coordinated until he’s just pawing at them, desperate and blissed out beneath the hot, gorgeous grasp of your pussy.

“Can you imagine me growing with you? Walking around the Ministry knowing that it’s your child inside me? You wanna mark me up, baby? Make it clear to everyone who I belong to?”

Copia can only make a strangled little sound in return to that. It’s obvious he belongs to you, the bruises from lovebites decorating his neck far higher than any suit collar can reach - and he’d never hide them, he wears them like badges of honour. But there is something so primal about his seed quickening inside you. You want to grow fat with babies, over and over, fill this place with the laughter and joy of a big family. You want him to keep you round and pregnant for the far foreseeable future, plugged up with his come. 

“Doing so good, Copia… can’t wait for you to make me swell with your baby…”

His hips surge up to meet you suddenly and he comes again with a moan that tapers off into a mewl. As you feel hot rockets of his release coat upwards towards your womb, you feel your body give in to itself, and you squirt all over his length. A sinful cocktail of you leaks onto his lower stomach and sac, and you fall forward into his arms. He gives a few more thrusts just to make sure that as much of him stays in as it can, and the two of you remain there, panting, sweaty, embracing. His arms trace your back as the two of you come down from the high of it all, and he strokes your hair in a tender, loving gesture.

“I hope it takes this time,” you whisper. He presses a kiss to your crown.

“Me too, my love,” he replies, voice hoarse from how you made him cry out. “You’d be a wonderful mother, hm? I can just picture you holding our baby in your arms. Ah, perfetto…”

“And you’d be a fantastic father. You could race tricycles together,” you hum. He chuckles, the movement bouncing you on his chest a little. You move to kiss him, tongues pressing together as he holds you closer.

“I can’t wait…” you sigh, threading your fingers through his. 

In the bathroom, the pregnancy test you took two hours ago and promptly forgot about when Copia started to grind against you shows positive.

tags: @belilwen @circle--of--confusion (lmk if you want to be added to taglist!)

[vampyrevogue]

Atleast it wasn't you.

Jacaerys Velaryon x gn!reader

Hurt/comfort, Angst, Lots of hugging, not proofread we rawdog like real men, spelling mistakes, no dialogue cuz I fucking HATE writing dialogue, short and shit.

This is super short because I'm lazy (and my laptop was glitching 😔)

It had been a few weeks since the news of Prince Lucerys death reached Dragonstone. With your husband away in the north you had wallowed in your mourning alone, spending the majority of your days alone in your chambers with tear-filled eyes. You had been close with Lucerys over the past few years, making friends and becoming inseperable quickly. You wondered if news had reached your husband, Jacaerys, yet; you missed him dearly and wanted to see him, you knew he’d be devastated and you worried for him.

It was early evening at Dragonstone, and you sat tiredly in your rocking chair by the hearth. Your ears perked up when you heard the familiar screech of Vermax and you quickly rose from your seat, moving toward the balcony of your chambers to see; just beyond the evening horizon you could see Vermax’s deep green wingspan. you turned back, your movement fast and unsteady as you readied yourself to leave your chambers, you practically ran through the halls of Dragonstone making your way to the Dragonmont.

When you eventually made it through the grey halls and into the dark cavern of the Dragonmont you saw Jacaerys climbing down from Vermax’s saddle, you could feel his grief and tiredness in your own body as you made your way toward him. He turned his head as he heard your footsteps approaching, his face drooped with sadness which only grew when he saw you: he tried to keep his composure even as his lip trembled but as you wrapped your arms around him tightly and ran your fingers through his chocolate brown waves his facade cracked and the hot tears fell from his eyes. You kept silent, the silence between the two of you always spoke all that needed to be said, you cried with him, your head buried in his neck as your hand ran comfortingly up and down his spine. your shared cries echoed through the caves of the Dragonmont and were followed by the wailing screeches of Vermax.

Your mind raced with thoughts, words of comfort that quickly changed into ‘what ifs?’, What if you had been there to save him, what if you had begged Rhaenyra to not send either boy, what if you had made your way to Storms End yourself. you were sure those same thoughts were what raced through Jacaerys mind at this very moment, yet all either of you could find the strength to do at that moment was cry together. At least you were no longer alone in your grief, you felt selfish for that thought, Jacaerys had lost his little brother, but you could not help it; in truth you were at least glad that it had not been Jace, that he was here and safe in your arms, you had even thanked the 7 for that very fact but it did not heal the wound of losing Lucerys.

[beloveds-embrace]

Tbh I'm starting to suspect that most of my asks for you are just going to be me affectionately yelling at you.

Because you've given me so many ideas???? And now I'm faced with the constant "LEMME GIVE THIS READER A FRIEND PLEASE LET ME BE HER FRIEND"

Dukedom AU? Congrats, Reader now has a friend who's father was Riley's and Price's general and while she has no doubts about Reader's husband, they haven't seen each other since Reader's parents practically forbid it in their teens and- actually, isn't Duke Riley still friends with Duke Price? And unmarried? ... She has a letter to write. Short and simple should do it. (And maybe her and Reader resume their queerplatonic relationship- the Friend is devoted to the Reader like a cat returns to the same home that lets it chase the rats)

Shifter AU? Here, Reader's friend is a demigod (Zeus' kid who begged for Hera's forgiveness and bound herself to the goddess in blood and ink) who works nights and lets it known exactly how she feels about her friend being taken without letting her know first via lightening storm over the whole fucking city until she knows Reader is safe. (And maybe she's slowly becoming a minor deity herself. Maybe Soap gets a whiff of hair bleach when she's pissed, or tattoo ink when she's cackling, or antiseptic when she's offering comfort).

Fertility God AU? The deity of death visits sometimes, calm and quiet and peaceful- a reminder that it is dying that's painful, while death itself is nothingness. She never picks the plants herself, merely grabs the flowers Reader picked already and uses that to tap noses. Okay I might actually just take the idea of 141 serving their war god and the war god being slowly brought to his knees and going a whole other direction with it.

Just. Let me give these soft Readers Fierce Friends who'll take one look at these military men and be like "Bitch you still have an Achilles tendon, I will cut you down if you hurt them." And maybe that's a turn-on for a couple of them, idk it could happen.

So. Many. Ideas. And I'm like, buzzing with insecurity about writing them because they weren't mine to start with and tbh Tumblr is really the only way I know these characters? And also I appreciate it if you made it this far through my word vomit thank you for your time and have a good day!

As long as the yelling comes from a place of love who am I to complain? 😌💕

Also omg yes every reader needs a friend. A good, dependable friend that lessens the angst just a little.

Also omg yes?? If Friend manages to even convince Simon to marry her, with the promise that she wants nothing romantic with him just a way to be close to you again, then she’d also solve the rumors that still spread about Simon’s unmarried status even with the general fear of him. And you get your darling Friend close again! Win-win, and the 141 get to see you exceptionally happy and excited.

Friend looked away for just a short while and then returns to learn your shitty boyfriend has cheated on you with your other shitty friend she never liked, you aren’t anywhere in your home and you haven’t gone to work and you have been kidnapped by some pack of shifters- personally, anyone would be fucking pissed too ngl. Friend probably smells the loveliest when she’s with you, though, when she sees you happy at last.

Now the Fertility god au I’m gonna need more from you babes you can’t just leave me hanging here 👁️👁️ /nf

And yes. Like I said all readers deserve a fierce friend it’s not a law but it should be and yes to that too i need them to blur the lines between friends and lovers just a lil too. Life’s more that way, me thinks.

Also no please don’t worry, fandom spaces are shared and new writings are always welcome 😭🫶🏻 i haven’t laid a single finger on any of the games im just rawdogging it too dw so you should absolutely write if you want to without fear!! Thank you for this wonderful ask I loved reading it!