mystianqel

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hey demi, I hope you're doing well! lately as I've been working on improving my writing I've really noticed a kind of narrow view of how femininity is represented in the writing community (of course all forms of femininity are incredibly valid it seems as if its the only acceptable thing, you know?) but i digress i really wanna know your opinion because i feel like you have such a good range of characters and the way you write them

omg hi sweetheart i missed u & hope ur doing wonderful as well!! so first off, i feel like this is so valid and something i myself have thought about. as far as my personal style goes, i feel as if i would be considered more on the feminine side but i've also never been the type to wear bows n pink 24/7 because im not truly comfortable with it perpetually. i feel like so many women and even young girls on this app have their own perception of femininity; and every girl (or person in general) wants to feel seen so i think the writing community definitely needs more representation of different versions and definitions of what femininity is.

for example, i've noticed while reading some !reader intros, or just fics in general, the reader is often portrayed as the stereotypical submissive type with little to no capability of independence. or they're very (no shade) non black orientated, but the writer still claims as if any audience is welcome. it's understood that people write for self indulgence (as i do myself with certain readers/scenarios) but as a writer, thinking outside of the box and exploring different personality types and aesthetics makes ur pieces more powerful, expands ur creativity and ability as a writer. it's totally okay to have soft spoken !readers or shy !readers because there are legitimately shy/soft spoken women out there. and stuff like that gives them a community, along with a place to be seen. but at the same time, there's already tons of writing for that audience.

some girls are super hyper feminine and more submissive which is more than okay! because that's how some women present! but it's so important for everyone to be seen in communities and you'd be surprised how many people would feel even more visible with a wider variety of a !readers; because it often seems like while there are different !reader's, it's often just seems for different aesthetics or colors rather than actual traits or quirks.

this comment is not targeted towards anyone but to me, it seems like some writers are scared to venture out and explore other versions of femininity, other than the traditional style that most lean towards.

on another note though, i'm so glad u feel as if i have a nice range of personalities/aesthetics with my !readers!! it's always been my intent for everyone enjoy my work; no matter your race, personality, style, etc.

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look at all that wowwowowowow

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— ✶ heaven!reader ༊*·

✶ heaven!reader is the definition of a walking angel. her movements are graceful, much like her angelic voice that draws everyone in. everything from her hair down to her scent screams heavenly, making her even more alluring. you can find her in a flower field, a cafe ordering lattes with extravagant and tedious foam art, or lounging on rafe's couch in her favorite white lace lingerie.

✶ heaven smells like...cinnamon. caramel. marshmallow. cashmere. white rose. her go to perfumes are killan paris angels, sabrina carpenter caramel dream, chanel paris riviera, and burberry body

✶ heaven's staples...silver jewelry. white knee highs. kitten heels. secret tattoos. leg warmers. lace trim. ruffled skirts. sheer dresses. pearl barrettes. white ribbon. matching lounge sets. lace shorts.

✶ she'll be in your thoughts when you see...folding fans. burning candles. white wine. clean sheets. embroidery tops. unique jewelry. lana del rey. old books. silk bedding. angelic music.

coming soon...

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tw. oral ( male receiving ), cursing and rafe getting high.

p link. ( not exactly but for reference )

the low hum of a playlist filled the dimly lit room, a haze of smoke curling lazily in the air as Rafe lounged back on the leather couch.

a half-burned joint dangled between his fingers, the ash threatening to fall, but he didn’t care. His head was tipped back and his sharp jawline was clenched as he let the high sink in, blurring the edges of reality.

“Rafe,” you said softly, standing a few feet away.

he didn’t even look at you at first, just took another slow drag of the joint, exhaling a cloud of smoke that curled around his face.

when his eyes finally flicked to yours, they were hooded, hazy with the high but still sharp enough to make your breath hitch.

“What?” he drawled, his lips curling into that trademark smirk that made it impossible to tell whether he was mocking you or inviting you closer.

you shifted on your feet, watching the way his legs spread lazily, his body stretched out like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“You’ve been ignoring me all night,” you said, crossing your arms, trying to keep your voice steady.

Rafe’s smirk widened as he sat up slightly, the joint dangling from his lips. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his sharp blue eyes locking on yours. “You’re still here, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice low and rough.

you rolled your eyes, but something in the way he was looking at you made your skin heat up. It was always like this with Rafe—push and pull, frustration and want tangled together until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“C’mere,” he said suddenly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

your breath caught, but you didn’t argue. Slowly, you stepped toward him, his gaze never leaving yours. When you were close enough, Rafe reached out, grabbing your wrist and tugging you down onto your knees between his legs.

“See?” he murmured, his hand brushing your cheek, his thumb tracing your jawline. “I knew you’d listen.”

“You’re an asshole,” you muttered, but your voice was softer now, your resolve cracking under the intensity of his gaze.

“Right,” as his smirk returning as he leaned back again, spreading his legs wider, the joint now forgotten on the edge of the ashtray.

his hands settled on your face, his thumb brushing your lips as his eyes darkened. “C’mon, baby,” he said, his voice low and coaxing. “Show me how sorry you are for doubting me.”

your stomach flipped at his words, your heart racing as you leaned forward, your hands resting on his thighs for balance. His cockiness should’ve infuriated you, but instead, it sent a thrill through you, your body responding to the power he exuded.

you dragged his pants down slowly, savoring the moment as your fingers brushed against the taut muscle of his thighs. Rafe shifted impatiently, his hips lifting off the couch to help you shove the fabric away, his movements eager and unrestrained.

the sight before you was sinful—his boxers stretched tight, barely containing the evidence of his need. The outline was unmistakable, and his cock twitched beneath the fabric as if desperate for release.

Rafe caught the way your eyes lingered, his lips curling into a cocky smirk. “Quit starin’, and do somethin’,” he drawled, his voice dripping with arrogance, but his tone was thick with want, betraying his usual composure.

you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down just enough to reveal him fully, the fabric catching slightly before you slid it down his thighs. His cock sprang free, flushed and heavy, the sheer size and intensity of the moment making your breath catch in your throat.

Rafe let out a shaky exhale, his head tipping back slightly, but his eyes stayed locked on you, half-lidded and dark with desire. “Don’t get shy now,” he teased, though his voice was rough.

you ignored his remark, your focus entirely on him. Slowly, deliberately, you wrapped your hand around him, feeling the weight and warmth in your palm. His body jerked slightly at the contact, a low groan slipping past his lips as his hips bucked instinctively into your touch.

“Fuuuck,” he muttered under his breath, his hand reaching out to tangle in your hair. His fingers gripped lightly, but the unspoken dominance was clear, a reminder of how much control he usually held over everything.

you leaned in, your lips ghosting over the tip, your breath hot against his skin. His thighs tensed under your hands, his grip in your hair tightening as he struggled to keep himself from pushing you further.

“Stop teasing,” he rasped, his voice raw and demanding.

“I thought you liked when I took my time,” you said, your tone soft but teasing, your hand stroking him slowly, just enough to make his jaw clench.

“Not tonight,” Rafe growled, his voice thick with frustration and need.

the desperation in his tone sent a thrill through you, and you finally gave in, leaning forward to take him into your mouth. The first contact was electric, his body tensing as a deep groan rumbled from his chest.

you moved slowly at first, your tongue swirling against his tip, exploring every inch of him with deliberate care. His breaths grew heavier, his chest rising and falling as his hands guided your movements, his grip firm but never too rough.

“Jesus,” he muttered, his voice almost a whisper. “You’re too fuckin’ good at this.”

the praise sent heat pooling low in your stomach, and you hollowed your cheeks, taking his thick cock deeper.

his reaction was immediate—a low curse followed by his hips jerking up, pushing himself further into your mouth.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice strained but filled with that signature arrogance. “takin’ me so fuuckin’ well.”

you glanced up at him, your gaze locking on his as you continued, the intensity in his eyes making your pulse race.

Rafe’s hand tightened in your hair as he leaned forward slightly, his lips parted, sweat glistening on his forehead. “Don’t stop,” he muttered, his voice almost desperate. “I swear, if you dare to fuckin’ stop—”

you didn’t. Instead, you quickened your pace, your hand working in tandem with your mouth, gagging sounds escaping you as he was too much to fit inside your mouth, but you’d still do anything, anything to pleasure him, drawing more ragged sounds from him with every movement. His control was slipping—his composure shattered as you pushed him closer to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m—” His voice broke off into a groan, his body tensing as his grip on you tightened.

he tipped his head back, his breath hitching as he finally let go, his release hitting you as he moaned your name like it was the only thing he could remember.

you pulled back slightly, catching your breath as you looked up at him. His chest was heaving, his head tipped back against the couch, and his usual cocky smirk slowly returned as he looked down at you.

“We ain’t done here, sweetheart,” he said, his voice still rough and uneven.

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˙ . ꒷ 🪽 notes from author ˙— guess who’s back..

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warnings — fluff, baby talk, Rafe being suggestive, Y/N has curly hair

summary — y/n wants a baby and Rafe couldn't be more than willing to give it to her

The steam from the shower curled around Y/n like a mischievous spirit, mirroring the playful twists and turns of her own curly hair. She sighed, a contented sound that echoed through the small bathroom. Rafe, her husband, was probably downstairs, his laughter mingling with the clatter of dishes. A familiar warmth spread through her, a longing that had been simmering for months.

She reached for the leave-in conditioner, the bottle cool against her skin. "Rafe, come here!" she called out, her voice a lilting melody that bounced off the tiled walls.

He appeared in the doorway, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "You need help?" he asked

"Nope," she said, shaking her head, "just wanted you to admire my masterpiece."

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on the way her curls cascaded down her back. "Masterpiece it is," he agreed, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

"You know," she began, twisting a strand of hair around her finger, "I've been thinking..."

He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. "Thinking about what, baby?" he murmured

"About babies," she blurted out, her cheeks flushing.

Rafe's smile widened, his eyes twinkling. "Babies, huh? You thinkin' about making some babies with me?"

She giggled, the sound light and airy. "Maybe," she teased, "but only if you promise to help me with the hair routine."

He stepped closer, his hand brushing against her arm. "Anything for you, my love. Anything at all." His eyes held a playful glint, a promise unspoken yet clear.

A/n: lowkey wanna make another part of her giving birth lmk if u want!!

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okayy so new need

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— ୨ৎ how diva!reader fixed rafe's wardrobe.

synopsis: ever since you've met rafe, you've felt like he needed a wardrobe revamp. of course, you weren't gonna say anything about it cause rafe is...rafe; but now, as his girlfriend, you've got every right to take him on a shopping spree —with his money of course. author's note: first work with diva, I'm so so excited...definitely wish this wasn't written in a free period but wtv. content warnings: fluff! a tiny bit suggestive but no smut.

“sweetheart, i wanna go home.” rafe groaned dramatically, trailing behind you as you piled more clothes into his arms. “and we will” you hum, picking up white linen button up from the racks and adding it into the pile. “when we're done.” you turn around to face him, looking over the hefty stack of new additions to his wardrobe, swapping or getting rid of certain articles of clothing.

“christ.” he mumbled in disbelief, shifting the load into a neater pile, staring wide eyed at the variety of clothing you picked out. “i mean, it’s not like i don’t appreciate it.” he said quickly as your face twisted into an expression that told him to tread lightly. “but do i really...need all of this?” you roll your eyes, pressing your glossed lips into a thin line as you place a hand on your hip. “ray, you dress like a depressed frat boy. it's sad. I don't get it; you have money. yet, you dress like...that.”

“so?” he responds flatly, almost immediately, only to be met with a glare from you. “a'ight, a'ight.” he mumbled in defeat. “i'll shut up.” he sighed, watching you add two pairs of jeans to the stack. with a satisfied grin, you add a few more items to the already abundant pile before nodding to the changing room. “now go,” you commanded, shooing him away with your hand. “try them on so i can say i told you so.”

“you're so demanding.” he huffed, taking a step away from you. “do i look like a ken doll to you, baby?” however, he still made his way to the dressing room, entering inside and closing the door behind him.

as soon as the door closed behind him, he couldn't help but grimace at the mess of clothes that was in his arms. he loved you, very much. but he wasn't the type to go shopping like some housewife. rafe was a simple, very simple, man—a fact that he liked to remind himself in moments like this. with a groan, he set all of the clothes down on the changing booth bench, glancing down at himself before pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it onto the bench.

a few moments later, he had changed into the first outfit, standing in front of the large mirror that was plastered on the wall. he looked himself up and down, turning to examine his reflection at different angles. he looked…different, but he couldn't deny the fact that you definitely had good taste. the light blue long sleeved button up hugged his muscular frame nicely, accentuating his broad shoulders and torso while the white linen pants fit him like a glove everywhere.

he pulled open the curtain, revealing his new outfit to you. “i feel like a private school teacher.” his voice was deadpanned, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door frame. you looked up from your phone, eyes trailing over his body in approval before your face twisted into a satisfied smile. "a hot private school teacher.” you countered back with raised eyebrows, walking over to him.

“so you like the outfit, yeah?” he hummed simply, watching as you stood in front of him, tilting your head to the side to look at him better. “hmm.” you hummed, pursing your lips in thought as your fingers slid across the buttons of his shirt.

he raised an eyebrow at your thoughtful expression, watching the way your fingers trailed along his frame, grazing his shoulders and across his chest in slow, careful movements. rafe cleared his throat softly. “what? you don't like it?” he asked, watching you with a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

“no, i like it.” you replied almost immediately, your fingers sliding up to trace the length of his collarbone before finally meeting his gaze. your eyes scanned over him intensely, taking in every inch of his new outfit. “it just needs accessories...a watch, maybe. but you've got plenty of those at home so we don't need to get any.”

a soft chuckle escaped his lips at your response, his arms uncrossing to rest on your hips as he leaned against the wall. “that I do.” he murmured, nodding in agreement. it was a common occurrence; the fact that you liked to dress him as if he were a doll. it was annoying at times, but he let you do whatever you wanted anyways. as long as it made you happy and kept you off his ass, he didn't care. he was a good boyfriend, after all.

he glanced over the pile of clothing that sat on the benches of the changing room, letting out a short breath of air before turning back to you. “'m gonna try the rest of these clothes on, you go pick yourself out somethin”

“i don't need any new clothes.” you said matter of factly, reaching to straighten a few wrinkles on his shirt as an excuse to touch him. “i have plenty. and i don't see anything i like.”

he let out a sigh, gently grabbing your hands and pulling them away from his chest, his fingers lightly gripping your wrists. “sweetheart,” he started, his voice patient but stern and leaving no room for argument, “i said to go pick somethin for yourself. cause we're not leaving til you do. ‘m not gonna get all these clothes without you getting anything for yourself. and stop the ‘i don't see anything’ bullshit. you see something you like every time we go into a store like this.”

you were about to protest, but the look in rafe's eyes and the firmness in his voice stopped you. for the most part, rafe always catered to your wishes and desires, doing whatever you asked of him. you knew that, and he knew that. he wasn't one to go against you. but when he wanted something, or rather, demanded something, you knew better than to argue.

once you nodded in reluctant compliance, his grip gently loosened on your wrists. "okay,” he drawled, a slight twinge of satisfaction in his voice. “now go. be back here in a couple minutes.” he let go of you completely, nudging you in the direction of the aisles of clothing. “go find yourself something pretty. specifically something that'll make tits look good.”

you rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to flip him off, knowing that it would only spur his nasty ass on more. you opened your mouth to protest, already knowing what his selection would consist of, but he cut you off before you could speak. “ah ah ah,” he tutted, pressing his index finger against your pouty glossed lips. “c'mon, just go do it, baby.”

he raised his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for a response from you. when you pressed your lips together in a frustrated pout and murmured an “okay”, he smirked at your compliance, a soft victorious chuckle leaving his lips. “good girl.” he hummed deeply, removing his finger from your mouth before giving your ass a gentle pat. “now go.”

the next hour is spent with rafe trying on the rest of the clothes you picked out, getting your very necessary opinion on them while you wandered the store and grabbed anything that caught your eye. you both ended up walking out with six bags a piece—all of which he payed for with the swipe of his card.

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ਏਓ ⁎ ໋꣑୧ ݁  𓂃 julie ! eighteen. she. irl angel. spicy pisces. lo's baby.

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