#anon! 🪄

[winterrrnight]

bsf!Rafe who for once gets jealous and annoyed, and it's reader's time to remind him he's still reader's favorite boy

I adore your mind anon 😭😭 jealousy is such a pretty color on rafe <3 this is fr my favourite pairing to write for at the moment so I’m literally always and forever willing to discuss thoughts on them!! <3

bsf!rafe who gets sad jealous when he sees some other guy flirt with you… <3 listen to babydoll by ari abdul, cause rafe calls reader babydoll hehe <3 cw: suggestive content (no actual smut): intimacy, tension and neck kissing, rafe gets jealous, minimal swearing, rafe calls reader babydoll once, reader is a no bullshit taking kind of person, alcohol consumption <3 for @chenslucy (I love love love you heaps anna 💚)

part of this little universe <3

you didn’t even mean to, it just happened.

he cornered you at the bar when all you wanted was to get some beer for you and rafe, and said things like he’s been looking at you since you came inside the party mansion, and thought you’re the prettiest person he’s ever laid his eyes on. you knew it’s all the alcohol in his system talking; he wasn’t even all up in your face yet you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

it took you quite some time to tear away from the conversation; after a lot of convincing from your side that you were not into him, even when he kept on flattering you more and more. you finally escaped the conversation, letting out a deep sigh as you hold two cups of beer in your hand, the next task being to find rafe in the huge crowds.

little did you know, you were under the microscopic vision of rafe. he was in a corner of the party, watching you with his hawk like eyes as the guy talked with you. he couldn’t hear a thing, but from what he saw from the distance, you were being flirted with, and he wasn’t sure you were trying to avoid him or were enjoying it.

he contemplated coming over to break the conversation off, but decided against it. he didn’t know why, but he decided to just watch it all play out, and to see how you react. but what was not helping was his burning jealousy. how can some other man talk to you that way, and even think of making you his?

with a lot of struggle, you found your way through the crowds and finally spotted rafe. you could see he’s slumped in a corner, a scowl on his face. “here you go,” you said, holding out his cup as you took a sip from your own cup. rafe didn’t even look at you, just took the cup from your hand and gulped down most of the beer in one go.

“geez calm down,” you said, furrowing your brows a bit as you watched him down his drink too quick. he still didn’t look at you, and only finished off the drink in another sip. he tossed the empty plastic cup somewhere aside on the floor, and you watched it roll off and get crunched under someone’s foot.

you looked back up to see rafe’s jaw tightened, the scowl had not left him and his eyes were narrow. he was looking anywhere but at you.

“what’s up with you?” you asked, taking a sip from your drink and peering at him from over the rim of the cup.

“nothin’,” he mumbled incoherently under his breath, still not making any sort of eye contact with you. his eyes roamed around the party almost nervously, as if examining each detail and fixing it in his mind.

you rolled your eyes at his answer. “that’s not gonna cut it, come on, out with it. what’s up?”

he grumbled something incoherently again, but this time, you were not having it at all. the lack of eye contact, the bare minimum words; you had enough.

you took hold of his wrist and practically dragged him out of the party mansion, maneuvering through the sweaty crowd of young adults. rafe got caught off guard at first, but didn’t fight and he followed your lead. you led him outside where it was much more quiet, the music a blur and maybe a person or two hanging out, but it was more or less quite silent. you both were right besides the pool, and you sat down, pulling him with you too.

“what’s wrong? speak up, now, because I’m not having that mumbling nonsense you’ve been doing,” you said, your voice a bit cold as you took a sip of your drink.

you could see rafe looking at the water in the pool, the reflections of the calm water dancing across his handsome face.

“jus’ didn’t like you flirting with that dude, ’s all,” he muttered.

you furrowed your brows at him, almost confused as to what he was referring to but catching up quickly. “I wasn’t flirting with him, he was flirting with me. and being quite forward about it too,”

“yeah but you were smiling and laughing, don’t think I didn’t catch that,” he muttered again, his gaze not leaving the pool water.

“cause I was tryna let him down easy! I didn’t want to come off extremely rude,” you said.

rafe didn’t say anything or looked up from the water. you let out a sigh at the sight and kept your cup aside, scooting closer to him.

“look at me rafe,” you mumbled, your breath dancing across his ear. he slowly turned his head, his blue eyes meeting yours under the reflections of the water; the reflections a subtle green due to the dark green tiles at the bottom of the pool.

“I don’t care about that random dude, at all,” you murmured. “I never would, okay? fuck, I didn’t even catch his name, and frankly, I’m not interested in knowing his name,”

you could see his eyes softening. the moonlight along with the green water reflections lightened his eyes to an electric blue instead of the warm blue you usually saw him with.

“yeah?” he whispered, his brain suddenly registering how close you were to him.

“mhm,” you hum, your hand coming up to rest at the side of his neck as you gently rubbed the skin with your thumb.

you could see rafe’s eyes fluttering when he felt you starting to apply some pressure at the side of his neck, almost as if the sensation was sparking the feeling of pleasure in his veins.

“why would I do that when… I’ve got you?” you whispered, your hand coming off his neck for a moment but quickly replaced by your lips, a gentle kiss delivered under the whites of the moon and the greens of the pool.

rafe let out a soft sigh at the feeling, his head involuntarily tilting back as his hands slipped around your shoulders, holding onto you for stability when your kisses became more repetitive, yet were slow and lingered on his skin for a moment each time.

“you’re my favorite boy, always and forever, and don’t you ever forget that yeah?” you whispered, your lips parting from his neck for a second before attaching themselves back again, the same slow speed carried by you.

you could feel rafe’s nails dig into your shoulders through the fabric of your clothing, and that only prompted you to kiss him even more.

as your lips trailed up to his ear to gently press behind the delicate skin of his ear, rafe’s lips parted to let out the softest gasp, his body only craving that sensation on every inch of his skin.

“oh…” he gasped softly, tightening his hold on your shoulders.

“oh babydoll...”

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I think bsf!rafe’s nickname for reader would totally be babydoll, might include that more in the rest of the fics for them :p ANYWAYS I love them so so much and I would love to have any requests you may have for them ahhhh

[dearlyjun]

mm thinking about photobooth pictures with yeonjun turning very dirty!! it all started off sooo innocent until he grinded you down on his lap! hopefully there’s not a line waiting,, the pictures coming out on the other end being proof of what took so long >~<

- 🪄 new anon ahh

I saw this and I was literally had my hand over my mouth (it was also like 7am lol SOOOOO)

hi hi hi new anonie, welcome!! it’s a fun time here I think, enjoy your stay.

⚠️ warning! erm public sex…and I don’t know how a modern photo booth works nor have I like been in one within the last 15 years ok anyways

sit on my lap. yeonjun pulled you into his lap, your skirt riding up slightly, making you move to fix it. it’s just me, no one can see you.

you got more comfortable on his lap in the Photo Booth, putting your arms over his shoulders as one of his arms firmly gripped your waist.

you gonna press the button? you asked, glancing at the screen that showed you a preview of what the picture will look like.

yeah, yeah. yeonjun pressed the button, and the both of you posed rather cutely together.

you look so cute. he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your jaw as you were looking away from him. in your little skirt. his hands gripped your hips as he suddenly grinds you down onto his hardening cock; hitting your panty covered cunt perfectly, making you gasp.

jjun. we shouldnt do that here. you warned as his hands were now underneath your skirt. what if there’s people out there?

his hands roughly kneaded the meaty flesh of your ass; emitting a subtle hum of a moan out of you.

we’ll be fast….just be quiet for me mkay?

you nodded, lifting your hips slightly so he could slip his cock out of his pants. you felt him swipe the tip against your clit, making you let an audible noise slip out of your mouth.

shhhhh im not even inside of you yet. yeonjun slightly laughed at your state.

finally, he bottomed out inside of your cunt. parting his thighs slightly and leaning back on the seat; you felt him so deep you had to fight to hold back whimpers.

fuck….jjun. your voice was barely audible as you rocked your hips into him, trying so hard not to make any noise.

yeah…just like that. fuck…wanna take a picture of you like this… yeonjun lifted up your shirt, making sure the camera could get a lovely view of your hardening nipples.

yeah, hopefully no one could see the reason why you were taking so long in that photobooth….

[tvgals]

Ok ok hear me out‼️

Miguel (YOUR FATHER) grounds you from seeing your unknown boyfriend (Miles Morales 🤭) But you being sneaky go see him without permission and you guys post a tiktok ykno one of those tiktoks that flex the relationships and you follow jessica so she practically SNITCHES on you to Miguel (She found ur tiktok account somehow??) So Miguel Demands to meet this mystery boy (Imagine his face wasn’t showing in the tiktok) and when he finds out it’s Miles you and your dad get into a fight but it all ends in fluff

(The tiktok is that one trend ‘catch me in vegas, catch me in tokyo thing please know what i’m talking about 😭)

Sorry if the ask was too long but i’ve been thinking about this for D A Y S now‼️ Love you, drink ur water, and stay safe ! :3

aur em gee i’m living for this …

you’d came home late for the third night in a row, miguel sitting on the couch in the dark, scrolling on his ipad with his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. you should’ve known better than to come through the front door, but alas, you did it anyways. as soon as you step into the house you hear a “look who’s home.” and you jump. your heart rate going down as soon as you realize it’s just your father. shit.

“hey!…” you chuckle nervously — taking off your crocs. “this is the third time you’ve been late.” miguel says, turning off his ipad. “i know, dad. i’m sorry.” you say, standing in front of him while picking at your hangnails. “you said that the last two times you were late. you’re grounded, y/n. you and this little boy — who i’ve never met — are getting on my last nerve.” miguel says, standing up, leaving you a dumbstruck mess. you trail behind him and plead your case. “but dad! you don’t even know him! he’s literally perfect!” you said, following miguel into his room.

“exactly. until i meet this little boy — you’re banned from seeing him until further notice. and if i even suspect you’re seeing him, you’re done.” miguel says. you purse your lips together and walk out the room with a “this is not fair.” under your breath and walk into your own room — slamming the door shut. you lay on your bed and shove your face into your pillow. you heard a buzz from your phone and pull your head back, turning your phone on.

‘babyyyy i wanna see u! o(≧▽≦)o’ you smile at the text, obviously from miles by the kaomoji. you sigh and open the text, biting the inside of your cheek before looking at your bedroom door. ‘can’t :( dad grounded me >:(‘ text bubbles popping up almost immediately. ‘oooo what did u do?!?’ you grin and text back — not wanting to hurt miles feelings on the real reason why. ‘came home late 😒 i’ll just sneak out! see u in a bit <3’ miles replied with an “okay!!” and you were off on a dangerous mission — leaving your room and coming back without your dad noticing. you slide on a pair of crocs and throw on a hoodie miles gave you. you created a “pillow you” and snuck out through your window, making sure you had everything before leaving. once outside — you let out a long awaited breath and walk to miles house, just down the street and around a corner or two. you made it to miles house at 10:30, miles opening the door to you and inviting you into his room.

“hi, y/n!” miles grinned, pulling you into a hug. “hiiii!” you giggled, hugging him back. the two of you were on miles’ bed, occasionally turning on movies and making tiktoks, which is when you got the bright (stupid) idea to make a tiktok with the sound of ‘sexy back’ by skinnylegend. you collected a few pictures off of google and you took the rest of the video with miles, mentioning him in the caption and posting it, not thinking about who would watch it. you turned your phone off and laid next to miles, slowly drifting to sleep (idiot). miles shook you awake almost frantically, you shot up with a “what?” and miles handed you your phone. 10 missed calls and 23 missed text messages. dammit. you called miguel back, hoping he didn’t know about you sneaking out.

“y/n, where in the hell are you?” miguel asks, you can hear the anger in his voice. “dad, i just went to the corner store for some snacks.” you lied, putting your shoes back on. “no you aren’t. your car is still here and you know better than to walk outside alone at four in the morning.” miguel said, knowing he was right. you sighed and left out of miles’ house out his window, kissing him goodbye and walking back to your house. how could miguel know? you were confused and even more upset that miguel wouldn’t even hear you out! you made it home and walked through the front door, sitting down at the table where miguel was. “dad-“ you were cut off by miguel starting his own sentence.

“do you understand how upsetting it is to get a call from jessica,” you should’ve known. “who has her own child — that my daughter isn’t at home? y/n i’m so disappointed.” miguel scolds you. your head hangs low in shame. you should’ve been more careful, or just didn’t leave in the first place. “i’m really sorry.” you whisper, wiping your eyes. “i don’t believe you, y/n. you can’t keep saying sorry and do the same thing over and over. i expect to meet this boy by tomorrow or you two are over.” and with that, miguel walks to his room and shuts his door. you text miles and walk to your own room, laying down and falling asleep.

‘dad wants to meet you 😞’

you wake up and immediately turning your phone on, seeing three text messages from miles.

‘oh no!!! (ﾉД`)’

‘what if he doesn’t like me?!?’

‘ok ok, how about 530 tomorrow?!?’

‘well technically today’

you text him back with a “sure” and you head into the kitchen where miguel was making breakfast. “he’s coming over today at 5:30..” you mumbled, sitting at the table. “hm.” was all you got as a response. when 5:30 rolled around, you were nervously fidgeting at the table, waiting for the three knocks to adorn your door meaning that miles was there. knock knock knock. you sighed and opened the door. you’re met with miles — who was beaming and holding a container of empanadas for presumably your dad. “dad! he’s here!” you called out, dragging him into the kitchen (not without taking his shoes off first). “dad, meet miles.” you say, making jazz hands while standing next to him. miles eyes widen the same time as miguel’s, you stand there confused and watch as the scene plays out in front of you.

“miles morales?” miguel says, biting his tongue. “yes sir. that’s me.” he laughs nervously, occasionally opening and closing the lid to the container. “my mom made empanadas.” miles shrugs with a sheepish grin on his face. miguel snatches the container from miles’ hand and throws it at the wall, the empanadas falling to the floor along with a crack of the container. you gasped and watched as miles shoved his hands in his pockets and turned on his heel, sliding his feet back into his jordan’s and walking out with a “bye, y/n.” you turned to miguel and balled your fists up.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you yell, clenching your jaw. “what’s wrong me me, what’s wrong with you? you’re the one who brought him here!” miguel retaliated, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “because you asked me to?! are you mental? you ruin every thing!” you sob, stomping your way back to your room and slamming the door shut before you flopped onto your bed. your phone buzzed with notifications from miles.

‘does he not like empanadas?? :(‘

‘sorry y/n, i didn’t know he would react like that’

‘try again next week?’

miguel knocked on your door a few times before letting himself in, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying while curled up into yourself. “y/n..” miguel starts, sitting on the end of your bed. “i’m sorry. i wasn’t expecting him-“ you cut him off with a scoff. “you threw his mom’s hard work at the wall, dad. him and his family are the sweetest people i’ve ever met and you went and ruined it. i’m pretty sure he doesn’t even wanna date me anymore because of you.” you hiccuped, glaring at him from under your hoodie. “look, how about next week we try and work this out, okay?” miguel asks, pulling you into a hug. you look up at him with bleary eyes. “and you won’t throw his mom’s cooking at the wall?” you ask.

“promise.”

[sirensplayhouse]

not me manifesting my entire dream life after overcomplicating the void for 2 months 💀 literally woke up with $30 million in da bank, my df/db/dv, million dollar mansion home, AND being a celeb with over 58.7 million insta followers, and some of you anons are still doubting yourself? in 2023?! atp yall are just sabotaging yourselves, so get up off your ASS and go live that life!! I will reach through this screen 😡😡 also hi siren 😊 can i be 👽 anon?

OKKKKKKKKKKKKK we love to see it 🫶🏾congrats love ! you deserve everything you want and more🥰and OFC YOU CAN WHAT TYPA QUESTION IS THAT🙄✋🏾welcome to the family happy to have you ! 🕺🏾🫶🏾

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Priest getou and nun reader or villager reader....(anything other than the word both isnt acceptable...😡😡😡 /j) -🪄

🪄 ANON I SEE YOU AND YOU RAISE A VALID POINT but please consider…… priest!geto and non-believer!reader.

like… imagine. you just happen to waltz into a church one day. you don’t believe in god, you aren’t interested in praying, but you’re exploring a new town and the church is pretty and you figure it could be a nice way to burn time.

you enter the building to find that a sermon is taking place. a priest is speaking to the few rows of people listening; it’s a fairly small church, but paintings and sculptures and beautiful cathedral glass give it a sense of mystique that you’re drawn to. so you take a seat and halfheartedly listen, not praying like the rest, not singing along to the hymns… you stick out like a sore thumb, but hey, it’s not as if anyone is paying attention.

except someone is, and it happens to be the priest that was holding the sermon just a second ago. the same one you spent most of your time oogling once the paintings started to bore you, because he’s so pretty for a priest. beautiful long black hair, amber eyes, sharp facial features, pretty hands — and the smoothest, silkiest voice you’ve heard in your life. like a sun-soaked bundle of lillies.

… also, his cassock is just a little too tight of a fit to tear your eyes away from.

you stick around a little longer once most people have left, just scrolling on your phone and basking in the quiet, and that’s when he approaches you. he jokingly tells you that it’s always obvious when a non-believer enters a place of worship, but he’s not mad; only amused. you end up chatting a bit about your beliefs, he’s a lot more chill than you expected, and…. well. he’s just really, really charming.

so maybe you end up coming back the week after. maybe his smile is a bit like a spider’s web. maybe it becomes a kind of routine to speak to him after his sermons; you still don’t sing along to the hymns or spend any time on prayers, and he still finds it funny. maybe once in a while you end up liking a paragraph from the scripture he’s reciting, and he’s always more than happy to discuss it with you. but mostly you’re there for him. for your chats, for standing outside and badgering him about how contradictory the old testament is while he smokes and listens with an amused grin.

rain hits the ground with a steady rhythm, earthy tobacco floods your veins, spiders by the ceiling weave a web of dew, and his presence is a little more intoxicating than you think is appropriate.

suguru just… isn’t a very orthodox priest. he only believes about a tenth of what the bible says, he has his own view of god, his own thoughts on worship. he smokes. he may or may not occasionally manipulate church-goers into donating money so he can invest in another overpriced painting. you once ask him if there are any bodies in the basement you should know about, and he answers that any self-respecting priest wouldn’t conduct their blood rituals in the basement of their own church. he knows how to pick locks. he tells you once, very quietly, that he doesn’t believe man was created in god’s image. there’s a look in his eyes that you don’t comment on.

he’s funny. charming. pleasantly suspicious. your conversations are enjoyable for the both of you, and eventually the edges of his cedar eyes begin to crinkle the slightest bit whenever you walk into his field of vision. sometimes he eyes your lips for a little too long, and a honeyed irony seeps into his grin when you call him out on it. he asks you if you’re tempting him on purpose, and you shrug. whatever exists between you remains unspoken.

one day, he tells you that he believes it was god who sent you to him. you furrow your brows and protest with a mutter reminding him of your beliefs, how you believe in free will, how you waltzed into his church out of your own volition. no one else’s.

he only smiles, and flicks the butt of his cigarette. you think he remains unconvinced.

[kaionyx]

it’s dangerous for me to be going through your blog,,, i’m trying to see how many days i can edge, but i feel like you’re going to ruin me :(

is 🪄 taken?

Heh or maybe that exactly what you want. Scrolling through my blog just to see how drenched you’ll be before finally breaking and stuffing your needy holes full. It’s so fun to play around with the idea of me watching and making you read them out loud for me to tease on how much of a desperate slut you sound trying to talk huh? I wonder how strong that little resilience you have would be with me in your ear telling you them myself instead.

[twiixr4kidz]

HII !! love ur content sm and i think this is for requests BUT if you can…could you do Scott pilgrim headcannons! SORRY if this is too much to ask for PLEASE AND THANK U -🪄 anon!

omg it's NEVER too much :DD i never get requests for scott so this was super fun to write HEHEHEHEH

scott pilgrim headcanons!!

he collects matchbox cars and plays with them whenever wallace isn't home

he also has like, no idea how to cook

he can't use most candles cuz they burn his nose

laughs whenever he sees 69 anywhere

i feel like he definitely likes my chemical romance.......... i can't explain it, it's a gut feeling

he gets wings every friday

he fucking LOVES tortoises like he could talk about them for hours if you gave him a chance

most of his shirts are ones he stole from his dad before he moved out

total blanket hog

also probably hogs the pillows too LMFAO

he doesn't smoke but he always has a lighter on him for some reason??

there was definitely a period of time where he wasn't participating in sex bob-omb and tried to start a soundcloud rap career that didn't take off

in most of the tracks you could hear wallace telling him to shut up

he tried to play five nights at freddy's ONCE and damn near pissed himself in fear

maroon 5 is his guilty pleasure

he has a tattoo of patrick star on his right ass cheek

him and wallace are matching (wallace has spongebob on his left ass cheek LMFAO) and they got the tattoos when they were both very very drunk

he has NEVER worn a pullover hoodie in his life and he plans to keep it that way

i imagine that the only thing inside of his brain is two caterpies playing a 1v1 tennis match

have i ever mentioned that he's bi?? he is very bi have you SEEN HIM!!!!!!

[sea-lanterns]

ive been reading and rereading and rereading and rereading all of the slasher fics and its just.. ohhh my god,,, the way u write them is so unique and i just cant stop reading them 😓😓

slasher!beidou still has me in a chokehold,,, just her when around family vs her during sex just makes me go AAAA

ive seen a few other anons pick emojis??? can i be 🪄?

Yes! You can be 🪄 anon!

Also, I’m very ecstatic to see that people are still rereading the slasher fics even though October is over. It makes me feel proud to know my fics are just that well liked 🥰

Perhaps you’ll see your beloved Slasher Beidou again in the future…?

[hanasnx]

mordecai's more than averagely long fingers know just how to goad into your core, absolutely reveling in all of the sweet sounds he has you mewling into his ear, his eyes staring into the ones of yours that flutter and roll back weep for the way he oh so perfectly fills you with a buzz that has you tightening and squirming over his digits

🪄

“more than averagely long fingers” you’re absolutely right and he gets all perky when you tell him he should play guitar.

i love the idea of this being the more intimate settings of fingering you. you’re making sounds in his ear while he’s got an arm under your head, cradling you while he’s bullying your cunt with such long fingers <3 he’s loving on you soo much while you’re crying from the pleasure

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

stimboard for : betty grof (fionna and cake) with themes of domesticity, academia, fossils/artifacts, and magic requested by 🪄anon

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[sexydreamgirl]

Am I the only one who’s neither a&p or states girlie?It’s hard to explain,but I’m a (what loa tumblr calls it nowadays) “non-dualism”&Neville Goddard girlie.Lemme explain,I know that Neville himself preached and used states,imo—non dualism is essentially & literally what Neville teached and talked abt in his lectures and books,I guess I’m just og law of assumption follower and not loatwt/loatumblr follower,if that makes sense?Like u & 4dbarbie are the only people who I completely agree with & understand.🤍

Once again,I think that non dualism and law of assumption are the same thing,but if u are getting all your information off of tumblr and twitter instead of getting it from the source(aka Neville’s lectures and books)then u obviously are gonna think that these 2 are completely different things

Anyway,I’m sorry for this rant,I just overconsumed loa information and needed to get this off my chest

can I be “🪄”anon?

Yes you can be 🪄 anon. Welcome to the family, my love. :)

[winterrrnight]

reader x bsf!rafe when they have a small argument but make up with lots of cuddles :((

oh saying I’m in love is an understatement. I could NOT come up with any idea on what the argument can be about so I’m so sorry if this feels so vague 😭😭 imagine whatever you want LOL

bsf!rafe who just cannot see you mad… <3 listen to dreams, fairytales, fantasies by a$ap ferg, brent faiyaz & salaam remi, I heard it on repeat while writing this hehe <3 cw: suggestive content (no actual smut!), lots and lots of tension between them (when is it not there?!) <3 for: @viawritesstuff (I love you to the moon and back ml 🤍) <3 pictures are only for reference!

part of this little universe <3

“Oh come on I said I was sorry!” Rafe sighs as he follows your footsteps, as you’re rushing up the stairs of Tanneyhill. You don’t say anything, just quietly rush up the stairs with your back to him as he keeps on following you, him right at your heels.

“Come on, you know I’m sorry,” he sighs as he sees you enter his room. You’re about to close the door right at his face, but he jams his foot in at the right moment, causing the door to be just slightly ajar. You shut your eyes close and intake a deep breath, your back still facing him as you realise the door didn’t close properly.

You’re standing in the middle of the room, your body tensed and Rafe just simply watches you as he leans against the doorframe. The warm rays of the sunset outside glow inside his room through the flimsy, white curtains. He takes a deep breath and enters inside silently, letting the door close with a soft click. With hushed steps he makes his way to you, standing right behind you. You can feel him breath down on your neck, the warm air causing the hair behind your neck to stand up.

“Hey…” he whispers softly, one of his hands coming up to gently graze across your side. “Listen to me, yeah?” He breathes into the side of your ear, his lips subtly skimming across the shell of your ear. He can’t exactly see your expression, but god, if he can, he’ll see just how your breath is caught in your throat, your eyes fluttering momentarily.

“You know I didn’t mean any of it that way yeah?” He whispers, both of his hands now gently grazing your sides, his touch now becoming more firm, more… present. “I could never say anything like that to you and you know that…”

His arms now wrap firmly around your waist, and you can feel him gently pull you closer to him, your back now pressing firmly against his chest. He moves his head to the side of your face, resting his chin on your shoulder, his cheek pressing against your hair. He takes a deep inhale, letting his eyes close for a moment as he lets the scent of your shampoo and your perfume fill his senses and devour his mind completely.

You ever so subtly lean your head in the other direction, letting him rest his head comfortably on your shoulder. Your hands land on top of his; which are resting right on top of your stomach.

“Can never upset my favorite girl hm?” He whispers, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Can never see her sad… can never let her ever be upset with me…” he continues to softly coo in your ear. He slowly trails his lips down from your temple to the side of your neck, hovering over the soft skin for a moment.

“The…” kiss “sweetest…” kiss “girl…” kiss “ever...” kiss

His voice is reduced to dulcet tones, his kisses velvety against your skin. A soft gasp leaves your lips as the repetitive kisses are layered across your skin, your body automatically leaning back into him. Rafe brings his hands to the sides of your waist and gently turns you around so you are facing him.

Your eyes sink into his soft, blue ones, your mind starting to feel just a bit dizzy from the slightly amorous bubble you’re both fitted into.

Rafe only softly smiles at you as he lets his fingers slip into yours, your hands intertwining tightly as he leads you to his bed. He helps you sit down, and starts to take off your jacket, pulling down the zipper. You move your hand to remove it yourself, but he gently pushes your hand aside, saying something about how he’s making up to you right now. He takes the jacket off you, draping it on the back of his desk chair. He gets down on his knees and carefully takes your shoes off, gently placing them at the side of the bed. With a gentle push on your shoulders, he lets you lay down in his bed, covering you with the duvet.

He himself takes his own jacket and shoes off, and slips under the duvet next to you. He’s quick to let his arms wrap around your waist again, pulling your head onto his chest.

“You forgive me yeah?” He whispers softly, your own arm draping across his torso as you get comfortable against him.

“Yeah…” you mumble, nodding against his chest as you nuzzle your face into his chest. He smiles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His fingers gently thread to your hair, causing your eyelids to get heavier with each moment.

“My sweet girl…” is the last thing you hear him whisper to you before you’re pulled into a deep slumber.

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send me any of your thoughts for this specific universe if you have any! <3

[riveramorylunar]

Heyyaaa!

It’s me again (the anon who suggested the song Stay Tonight). Just refer to me as 🦉 if you’d like lmao

Ruby: Reader is a musician (instrument is yours to pick) and Lesso just secretly admiring them whenever they play

Hey 🦉!!! (I hope you don't mind this is short)

Y/N was a talented musician. She absolutely loved to play her guitar and hum to it. She was the music teacher at the school for good. She loved to teach the ever students the art of music. Whenever she was alone in the courtyard though she felt free. Whenever she played in the courtyard someone was always watching and listening secretly. That person was none other than the Dean of Evil Leonora Lesso. She loved to hear Y/N play music. Leonora would never admit it though. She'd rather be cursed than letting anyone find out about her fascination towards the music teacher.

[remcycl333]

Hi! Can I be anon🪄

I’m in the mood to go to universal (I’m from utah) Florida with my sp. And like my issue is I have no negative emotions towards my 3D, one sec I’m in my wish fulfilled like yay I’m excited to go but then two min later I’m back to feeling nothing? Am I slipping?. If I think of going too much I end up feeling nothing or worse stressed out that it won’t happen. No idea what to do

if you feel nothing, that doesn't mean you necessarily slipped out of the state. remember, you can always tell which state you're in by your thoughts, as your state creates your thoughts. if you begin doubting, or thinking that you don't have it, or worrying, you slipped back to the state of lack and need to shift back to your desired state. but if you just feel nothing, and aren't thinking negatively about your desire, you didn't slip out of the state. or you're just in a neutral state, which is neither the state of the wish fulfilled or the state of lack. and no, being in a neutral state isn't bad! it's just neutral.

if you're feeling stressed it won't happen, then you fell out of the state. fulfill yourself! if you cant stop stressing about it, distract yourself by thinking of something else. there's no need to think abt your desire 24/7 at all!

[sirensplayhouse]

Hi Siren, guess who got into the void last night? So I don't want to tell the whole story because we would be here for 3 hours but all I can say I was overcomplicating it and I was falling asleep before I could get in so I finally just decided to do it and do I layed down and put on a subliminal and just repeated affirmations and it surprisingly took 5-10 minutes and I got in and it was pitch black I couldn't see or hear anything and so then I just affirmed "I have everything in my void list" and guess what, when I woke up I had EVERYTHING on my void list:

New hair type and color (it's now 3c and burgundy)

Food

A mansion

My own room (considering the fact that I had to share a room with my younger brother)

A chef

Starbucks

Height increase

All of the clothes from my pinterest board.

All of the jewelry that was in my photo album

My zodiac sign (which is why I chose ♏ anon)

A whole new birth chart

My intelligence

Straight and white teeth

I got full results from my beauty subliminal playlist (I look so good omfg)

I stop maladaptive daydreaming (I had trouble with this due to personal reasons)

Completely hairless everywhere except scalp hair eyebrow and eyelash hair

My personality

Fluency in 7 different languages

Graduating 8th grade early and not going to school for the rest of the year

And more

I have a lot more but these are the most exciting to me. So I just wanted to say again for the motivation because you really helped me a lot these past couple of days,

So thank you again and have a good day. ♏ Anon

OH MYYYYYYY congrats love ! that’s amazing I’m so happy for you🥹let’s talk about how you just sent an ask yesterday saying you were gonna tap into the void and now you’re back with a success story🤭🕺🏾

[final-kin]

A Snapdragon (High Guardian Spice) moodboard with themes of plants/flowers, magic, and long red hair in trans colors!

For: 🪄☘anon