#this immediately popped in my head as i was watching

[woso-dreamzzz]

Camp

Hardersson x Baby!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Your first time at camp

The first time you go to Sweden Camp, you're still a baby.

You don't even remember it but Magda does.

Magda knows it as the day that she was no longer the favourite Eriksson in camp. It doesn't really matter that she was the only Eriksson in the team but after your arrival, she might as well have been a ghost because everyone was just so enamoured with you.

"Where is she?" Frido demands when Magda turns up on the first day of camp babyless.

"With Pernille," Magda says," She'll come in a few days. It's not easy to travel with a baby, you know."

Frido waves a hand dismissively. "But they'll be here soon, right?"

"You know they're only here for a few hours, right? They're not staying."

Frido doesn't seem to hear her or at least doesn't acknowledge Magda's said anything because she goes off to do something else while Magda stays frozen in confusion in the lobby.

Pernille arrives a few days after camp begins and a day before the match.

The team are out practising on the pitch, running through passing drills. No one notices her there for a long while until Magda does a bad pass to Frido and the ball goes flying.

Frido turns around to retrieve it and immediately sprints off in the opposite direction. It leads to a few people following her gaze and breaking off into sprints of their own.

Tragically, Magda is one of the last to notice your arrival and is kept at the back of the throng of Swedish players that now encircle you and Pernille.

She forces her way through viciously until she pops out just as Pernille transfers you to Frido's arms.

You're still tiny but are old enough now to have enough strength to support your own head so you happily sit in Frido's arms as she coos at you softly.

You giggle, reaching a hand out to smack against her nose.

"Oh!" Frido says with a little laugh," Did you get my nose? Is that my nose? I think it is!"

Ordinarily, Magda would tease Frido for how high-pitched her voice has gotten in your company but then she'd be open to being called a hypocrite because Magda's voice does the same.

"Look at you," Zećira coos," Those are good reflexes." She nudges Magda teasingly. "I'm thinking Operation Mušović for baby Eriksson?"

Magda shoves her back. "It will be a cold day in hell when you turn my baby into the second version of you."

"It doesn't matter what position she plays," Caroline says decisively as the crowd parts for their captain," Because this little lady-" She takes you from Frido. "-Is the future captain of Sweden."

Pernille, who has mostly been ignored, sighs. "Or Denmark. She's my child too, you know."

"I suppose we could lend you her," Caroline says diplomatically," Denmark youth player, Sweden captain."

"I'll settle for it the opposite way around," Pernille replies but she's waved off as Caroline presents you to the rest of the team.

"You better watch out," Caroline says," Because we might have a new Eriksson in our defensive line."

"A Harder in your offence more like," Pernille says but, like Magda, she's mostly ignored.

Neither can do much as the team passes you around like something sacred. Everyone takes the time to coo and play with you before you're moved onto the next person.

The plan was for you to be introduced to the team for a few hours but be gone by dinner. Somehow though, you've taking your bottle in the middle of the dining hall.

Even more strangely, Magda is not the one doing it.

It had been a little difficult to get you to take a bottle after months of just Pernille's breast but Magda's glad she's got the opportunity to feed you as well.

She just wishes it didn't mean that other people can feed you now too.

Right now, it's Frido and Magda should have known that she would do this. She just adores you and hoarding your time is her game plan at home as well so it's no wonder she's doing the same at camp too.

"No," Magda says as Olivia appears by the table," Don't you dare."

"Magda," Pernille says," It's sweet."

Magda ignores her, pointing at Olivia in warning. "No! I told you guys no!"

"Everyone put into a pot," Olivia says," It's a collective gift. You can't say no."

"You know what? Yes, yes I can. No! You're spoiling her!"

"She's a baby," Olivia insists," She deserves to be spoiled!"

Magda can agree with that. You do deserve to be spoiled but there's a difference between getting spoiled and whatever Olivia's got in the four bags in her arms.

"No!" Magda insists," It's too much!"

"Not enough," Frido says," I was going to get her more but Caroline put a cap on the amount of money someone could put in the pot."

"Frido!"

"What? Didn't you listen? I didn't get her as much as I wanted to!"

Magda goes to retort back but a hand on her arm from Pernille makes her fall silent.

"Thank you, girls," Pernille says, taking the bags," I hope she gets lots of use out of what you've bought her."

[sometimesliterate]

desperate | wolf ! gallagher x f. bunny ! reader

oh god WHAT is wrong with me ?? your faithful servant, miya. tags : hybrid gallagher & reader, power play, leg humping, begging / whining / crying, finger fucking ( this is in like every fic of mine can you tell i have a thing for fingers deep - nvm ) dirty talking, breeding kink, unprotected sex, degradation ( he calls you desperate and a bitch once each ) fingers in mouth, desperation, being horny on main honestly, and an improper way of drinking soulglad, female anatomy, feminine petnames used

" h-hah- please, " you begged, grinding helplessly against gallagher's leg, your clothed little cunt pressed against the maroon fabric of his pants, your hands holding onto his thigh garter for support.

gallagher knew exactly what you had wanted this entire time, he was just choosing to ignore you on purpose. and what did you did instead of being a good little girl ? you decided you wanted to be a selfish, horny brat that couldn't even keep your hands to yourself. you'd been touching him all day, your lips on his neck, your fingers playing with his loose, wrinkled tie, your body pressed against his, and he could feel the warmth of your pussy against his thigh, making him growl under his breath.

" if you're gonna be that fuckin' desperate, doll, then just hump my leg like a good little bunny, " he'd told you, his voice venomous as he had watched you hesitate for a moment, before dropping down slightly onto your knees, pressing yourself against his leg as he rested against the bar, your cute face twisted in pleasure as you finally got some type of friction exactly where you had wanted it.

his hand gently caressed the side of your face, his thumb ghosting over your pretty bottom lip, before pushing into your mouth, pressing down onto your tongue. you sucked diligently on his finger, your lips wrapped around it lewdly as you batted your long lashes up at him, your long bunny ears flopping a little as you tilted your head, innocently aware of what you were doing to him. his free hand reached for something on the counter, popping the tab of a can of soulglad with experienced precision.

" open, " he commanded, yet he didn't give you time to actually listen to him before his thumb in your mouth forced your mouth open, hooking into the soft, gummy part below your tongue. you stuck your tongue out, your eyes locked onto his tired, downturned eyes as he poured the carbonated drink into your waiting mouth. no matter how fast you swallowed the sweet drink, it still spilled out of your mouth onto your bodies below, absolutely ruining your shirt and getting his pants wet, too. " so messy, all f'r me ? " gallagher teased as he sat the can back down on the counter, watching you as you nodded, your wet and sticky lips wrapping around his thumb again, sucking at his finger before biting on it gently, your teeth grazing against his calloused skin.

" what do you think you're doing ? " he snarled a little, pulling his thumb out of your mouth so that he could grab your chin, forcing you a little closer to his face as he bent down to get in your face. you backed down almost immediately, whimpering softly underneath his gaze. " what ? 'fraid of the big, scary wolf now all of a sudden after you already provoked him ? i haven't even fucked ya yet 'nd you're forgettin' your manners. bad little bitch bunnies like you don't even get to hump my leg. "

gallagher grabbed you by your hair, forcing you off of him and up onto your feet as he picked himself up off of the counter. he spun you around, forcing you to bend over the bar, your ass pressed against his crotch as he grinded against you, making sure that you could feel how excited you made him as your little bunny tail wagged happily. " this what'cha want so much, huh ? you want me to fill ya up ? get ya all big 'nd round with my pups ? "

as he spoke, his free hand worked to pull your pants off of your body, causing you to gasp as the cold air hit your warm, wet pussy. his fingers dipped into your folds for a moment, testing your readiness, earning a whimper from your pretty lips, which turned into a sharp gasp as his grip on your hair tightened, forcing your head back. slick coated his fingers as he fucked them into you, your whimpers for more falling on receptive ears. " m-more.. plea- please- "

" so fuckin' desperate, " gallagher mumbled under his breath, his hand unbuckling his belt, barely shrugging off his pants just enough that he could pull his hard cock out. there was no time to take off clothes, not when you needed him so badly you were practically on the verge of tears. " gonna give ya what'cha want, 'kay ? gonna fuck this pretty little pussy until you're so sore. "

you knew he'd make good of this promise, too, as he pushed into you with such force that you cried out, your legs shaking underneath you, your hands grabbing at the edge of the counter for support as he fucked his cock into you mercilessly, not caring if his size was too big for you. he filled you up completely, the head of his cock hitting the entrance to your womb with each snap of his hips as he bullied his cock into you.

" n-nghh, it- it's s'good, " you moaned, your ass bouncing back against his hips, bouncing in tandem with each thrust so your hips met with each precise thrust. his forced your head back with his hand in your hair, making you look up at the ceiling, your eyes rolling slightly. you were his to use, you were gallagher's to fuck his pups into until you were both satisfied. at this point your feet had been completely taken off of the ground, the only thing keeping you up was your grip on the table and his body pressing against yours.

" god, you're so fuckin' tight, " gallagher hissed out, his other hand against your hips, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your skin as he held you against him, making sure that he bottomed out inside of you with each thrust before pulling all the way out and thrusting it all back in. " you want my pups, yeah ? gonna let this dog fuck a few cute little pups into your needy little cunt ? you're gonna look so cute pregnant. "

you whimpered, drool dripping down your chin as he fucked you dumb, feeling that pressure build within your lower tummy, becoming far too much for you to try to ignore anymore. you needed to cum, and you needed to cum now. " c-cum- gon' cum- please- " you begged, and he knew that you couldn't hold on much longer, but neither could he.

" come on, then, " gallagher commanded, groaning as you clenched around him, your body working with his to bring both of you to orgasm at the same time. you were gripping onto him like a vice, and there was no way he was going to be able to pull out. he was going to fill you up, fill you entirely with his cum. " 'm gonna cum, doll. get ready, i'm gonna make you a mama, " he grabbed your hips with both of his hands, forcing you down completely onto his length as he fucked you through his orgasm, his cock throbbing as he painted your inner walls with so much cum that it spilled out around his cock still inside you and onto the floor below.

" such a good girl for me, " gallagher whispered, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss onto the nape of your neck, his body pressed against yours completely. " we can go one more round, yeah ? gotta make sure it takes. "

[defectivehero]

hii! I was wondering If you could write Detective x supervillain, I love the way you write their dynamic and would love to see more of it. If not, that's totally alright. thank you in advance!

hey hey! sure thing. this may not be the vibe you were looking for, but this was the first idea that popped into my head and i liked it, so... yeah! also, a quick sidenote: I don't know what I did to deserve such polite and sweet anon asks recently, but... thank you! y'all are so kind and it restores my faith in the internet. thanks for being so cool <3

"Detective," the supervillain smirks. They're conflicted as they watch the detective flinch hard and spin around in their chair with wide eyes. Their fear is delightful, but... Something about the display turns the supervillain's stomach. The detective's fear isn't fading, the supervillain realizes, even though they've met their gaze. In the past, the detective would relax after seeing them. The supervillain studies them for another moment, the words slipping from their lips before they can stop them. "In all the years you've known me, you've never been afraid of me."

The detective's expression sours. "Maybe I didn't really know you, then." They snap with uncharacteristic forcefulness, crossing their arms over their chest. The detective's gaze hasn't left theirs since the supervillain first made their presence known. There's a new wariness in the detective's eyes.

"What the hell is with you?" The supervillain feels the need to ask. They make sure the question is disguised in a heavy layer of expectant frustration, rather than the genuine confusion and betrayal they think they may be feeling deep down.

"You just killed six people-" the detective chokes out, shaking their head. The supervillain glances at the utter mess on their desk. The detective has evidently been looking at the photographs of the crime scene the supervillain just created a few hours ago.

"Sweetheart," the supervillain says patronizingly, making sure to look down at the detective as if they're a pet that has misbehaved. "I'm a supervillain. Class X and everything. You shouldn't be surprised when I commit crimes."

"I know that," the detective hisses angrily, pushing themself to their feet. The supervillain is surprised by the sheer amount of emotion in their voice. It doesn't take them very long to rationalize the detective's new attitude.

"Oh, I see what happened," the supervillain realizes aloud, a grin growing on their face despite the dread coiling in their stomach, begging them to turn back while they still can- "You let your guard down."

"No, I didn't-" The detective argues immediately.

"You did," the supervillain interjects before they can stop themself. That old, sick glee is back. They embrace it like an old friend. "You thought, even for the briefest of moments, that I would abstain from cruelty."

The detective doesn't respond, proving their suspicions correct. The supervillain laughs. "That's hilarious. Did you think that our conversations, that this-" They motion between the two of them, "-was making me a better person? Thwarting my evil, perhaps?"

The detective is infuriatingly silent. Their brows are furrowed and their expression is pinched. There's an unfamiliar tightness to their posture.

"Maybe you need a reminder," the supervillain hums, extending a hand and raising their hand. The detective rises until they're floating in air, strangled by an unseen force. "I am not, nor will I ever be, a good person."

"I am a rotten, despicable being. You can't save me or redeem me—although you have certainly tried." The latter statement is spoken with a sort of detached amusement.

As the detective's airways grow tighter, the supervillain sees that same expression again—fear glimmering in the detective's typically dull eyes. They grit their teeth. The nausea they felt before is returning. The detective is writhing in their unseen confines, struggling against their hold. Growling at their own weakness, the supervillain lets their hand fall to their side. The detective promptly falls to the ground, coughing and choking as they regain their breath.

The supervillain feels like they're spectating—a mere observer as someone else pilots their body and forces their thoughts out into the open air. "I can't promise to be so merciful the next time we meet." The supervillain announces, clenching and unclenching their fist. They don't think the statement is for the detective's benefit. Rather, it's to hold themself accountable.

"You weren't merciful," the detective says disbelievingly, their voice raspy. They're still kneeling on the ground. They let out a small cough.

"Maybe you don't really know my mercy, then," the supervillain hums, playing on the detective's words from earlier. Their gaze meets the detective's and a sort of new understanding passes between them. Whatever they had before is decimated—abandoned out of necessity. The supervillain turns on their heel and walks away, brutally aware of the detective's surprised, betrayed gaze pinned on their back—a gaze that has evidently morphed into hatred.

The two of them had a good thing going, the supervillain supposes. There was a sort of unspoken truce between them for a while there. When the supervillain needed information, they asked the detective—and vice versa. There had been some close calls between them over the years, but never anything as clear-cut as what the supervillain did mere moments ago.

The supervillain has always been self-sufficient; they've survived and thrived for centuries on their own. So... why does the prospect of continuing on without the detective's presence sound so daunting?

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thanks for reading <3

(the supervillain definitely isn't force choking the detective.... definitely not... ha... ha.... ha.... sigh)

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[storyteller-ish]

[mobius-m-mobius]

#Sir Derek Jacobi is just gonna keep getting away with it huh 😔 (insp)

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

[sea-buns]

i need a drawfee archive that's got every stupid funny moment documented in chronological, alphabetized order for when i spontaneously remember a really obscure bit that i need to find or else i'll explode. i need to be able to type an extremely vague description in a search bar and have it understand me completely.

[yardikins]

Duel of the Fates Lesbians

[r0semultiverse]

What is going on with Cosmic Owl? 🦉 SOOOOO much is happening at once!

Also does anyone got any ideas about the 2 stars & the demon & angel wing phone design as far as characters go that we've seen before? 👀

[stevethehairington]

When Eddie was a child, his mother used to sing to him all the time. 

She’d sing to him when she tucked him in for bed at night. As she made him breakfast in the mornings. When he was helping her fold the laundry. On their walks home from school. As they danced together to whatever record was spinning in the living room.

The songs she would sing varied — lots of folksy, bluesy stuff. Some poppier things thrown in too. A couple of rougher, tougher songs Eddie really liked the sound of.

But there was one song in particular she would sing to him whenever he was feeling particularly frightened or upset: “You Are My Sunshine”.

After he fell off of his bike and skinned both of his knees and the palms of his hand, she would patch him up with bandaids, kiss the booboos better, and sing it to him until his tears were dry and he was smiling again.

When it was stormy — clouds roiling angrily, thunder clapping loud and booming, lightning crackling bright and brilliant across the sky — she would wrap him up in a blanket, tuck him into her side on the sofa, and sing it softly to him until he wasn’t even worried about the storm anymore.

Near the end, when she was stuck in a hospital bed, hooked up to all those big scary machines, with tubes and wires everywhere, she would let Eddie climb onto her bed (even though the nurses scolded her for it), and she would gather him up in her arms and sing it to him until all he remembered of her was her gentle voice and her kind smile.

After she passed, the song became something of a comfort to Eddie. Something he would sing to himself, quietly under his breath, whenever he was scared. Whenever he was upset. Whenever he was hurting.

“What is that?” Steve asks, sneaking up on Eddie in a way he should know better than to do by now, lest he end up with another broken bottle to his throat.

Eddie startles, soft humming cutting off sharply as he turns, big wild eyes stuck on Steve. “Huh?”

“That song you were singing — what is it?” Steve asks, lowering himself to the ground beside Eddie. He sits close. Close enough that his knee presses into Eddie’s thigh when he crosses his legs beneath him. He doesn't move away.

The fight or flight settles, adrenaline dipping back down, and some of that frantic edge dissipates. Eddie’s shoulders sag a little and he blows out a careful breath. He glances at Steve from the corner of his eye, sees that Steve is already looking back. Waiting for an answer. “Oh,” Eddie says, “uh, ‘You Are My Sunshine’,” he tells him. “It’s uh— my mom used to sing it to me. Before— before,” he finishes lamely, not quite wanting to get into all of that here. With Steve. Maybe someday, but not today. He picks at a loose thread in the knee of his jeans. “I, um, I sing it when I’m y’know,” he waves his hand nebulously towards their surroundings.

“A wanted fugitive hiding out in some shitty old boathouse that, frankly, smells like ass?” Steve fills in.

That gets Eddie to crack a smile, pulls a tiny little snuffle of a laugh from him. “I was going to say scared,” he admits.

“Oh,” Steve says.

“It helps,” Eddie tells him. Shrugs one shoulder. “Makes me feel better. At least a little.”

Steve nods, a serious look on his face. Like this is important stuff. “How does it go?” He asks.

Another laugh tumbles out of Eddie’s mouth. “How does it— are you asking me to sing it? To you?”

“Yeah, come on,” Steve encourages. “Let’s hear it.”

If it was anyone else, in any other circumstance, Eddie probably would’ve told them to fuck off. But there’s something about Steve Harrington. Something that makes him cave almost immediately. He clears his throat, sitting up a little straighter. He doesn’t look at Steve as he opens his mouth — he’s not quite brave enough for that. But he sings to him anyways.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

“You have a nice voice,” Steve says, when Eddie finishes. Knocks his shoulder into Eddie’s. Smiles at him.

Eddie’s mouth tugs up against his will, and tugs at his hair, pulling it across his mouth to hide the evidence and the pleased flush that colors his cheeks. “Thanks,” he tells Steve.

“That’s a really nice song, too,” Steve adds. “I see why you like it.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, not really knowing what else to say after he’s pretty much bared his soul to this guy.

“I’ll have to remember that one.”

When they find Dustin and Eddie, it’s too late.

Dustin is there, crumpled to his knees, bent over Eddie’s body where it lies on the cold, hard ground amidst a sea of lifeless bat carcasses. He doesn’t look up until he hears Steve and the girls getting close. When he does, his face is streaked with dirt, with blood, with tears.

“Steve,” Dustin cries, and Steve has never heard him so distraught. The panic rises within him, a surge so strong it pushes him forward, sprinting the last few feet between them until he can fall to Dustin’s side. 

“Steve you have to help him, you have to help him,” Dustin begs. “He’s— Eddie— it’s bad, it’s really bad. I can’t— I don’t know if— Steve, please.”

There’s bile in the back of Steve’s throat, as he looks down at Eddie, and an ice cold dread that’s right behind it. Oh god, he can’t be— please say he isn’t—

“Harrington?” Eddie breathes, and Steve has never felt a relief as strong as this one.

He’s alive, he’s still alive.

Only — it’s bad. It’s really fucking bad. His body is… it’s torn up. There’s no other way to describe it. His clothes have been shredded, and beneath them Steve can see the gashes in his abdomen, twin to Steve’s only so much deeper, so much worse. His chest is shredded. His arms are missing chunks. The right side of his face is— 

Steve can’t look. Doesn’t want to look.

There’s so much blood, too much blood, and it’s everywhere. Hot and wet and sticky all over Eddie’s body. Pooling against his exposed skin, welling from his wounds and dripping to the ground beneath him. It’s smeared across his face, covering his hands, spewing from his mouth as he tries to talk.

“Harrington,” Eddie repeats, more sure as his unfocused eyes zero in on him.

“Eddie,” Steve says. “Hey, hey, yeah, it’s me. It’s Steve, I’m here,” he says, hovering over him. He doesn’t know what to do to help. He doesn’t know how to stop the bleeding. He doesn’t know where to start. “You’re gonna be okay,” he tells him, even though he doesn’t know. “We’re gonna get you outta here, I’m gonna get you outta here, and you’re going to be just fine.”

“Nah, man, m’not,” Eddie laughs then, more of a wheeze than anything, and there’s blood in his teeth when he smiles at Steve, “m’not gonna make it,” he slurs. “This is… this is it, Steve.”

“No, Eddie, no, come on,” Steve says, shaking his head. “I can— we can get you out of here. I can carry you. It’s— we’ll get you out, we’ll get you help.”

Eddie’s fingers squeeze weakly around Steve’s wrist. He thinks it’s probably supposed to be some sort of comforting gesture, but it doesn’t do its job. “Not gonna… last,” Eddie says, letting his head loll sluggishly from side to side.

And Steve can see that he’s right. He doesn’t want him to be right.

“Jus’ stay with me,” Eddie says. “Jus’ stay till the end.”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut, nostrils flaring as he tries to breathe through it. As he tries not to let the tears fall yet. He can’t. Not right now. Not in front of Eddie. He needs to be strong for him. When he opens them again, Eddie’s foggy stare is still trained on him, waiting for his answer.

“I will,” he tells Eddie. “I’ll stay. I’m not leaving you,” he promises.

Eddie smiles again, a tiny twitch of the left corner of his mouth. The right side nothing more than torn up skin and too much blood.

“Good,” Eddie whispers, eyes straying. “Good.”

Steve grips onto Eddie’s hand, holds it tight enough that it would probably hurt, if the rest of his body wasn’t already screaming in pain all at once too. He swallows down the heavy lump in his throat, and reaches up to brush some of Eddie’s hair from his face. It’s tacky with blood, matted together and sticking to his skin, but Steve tucks it back behind his ear as best as he can.

“Hey,” he says, gets Eddie to fix those fuzzy eyes back on him again. “I’ve got you,” Steve tells him. “I’ve got you, it’s going to be okay.”

And then he starts to sing.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” Steve warbles, and he doesn’t miss the recognition flash in Eddie’s eyes. The heavy exhale he lets go. The faint squeeze of his fingers around Steve’s. 

“You make me happy, when skies are gray.” Steve tries to be as careful as he can, as he takes Eddie into his own arms. As he cradles him to his chest. As he holds him close.

“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.” Steve throat is thick, voice shaking so bad as he tries to hold himself together. As he tries to bring Eddie as much comfort as he can. Just like his mother did.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away,” Steve finishes with a half sob, and a ghost of a smile crosses over Eddie’s face, before it slips away.

Steve feels Eddie’s hand go limp in his.

He holds his breath. Waits. One. Two. Three. 

Nothing.

Eddie’s chest stays still, not even a barely there hint of movement. His eyes are glazed, unblinking.

Steve brushes his hand over his eyelids, closing them. Bends down to press a kiss to his forehead.

Then he buries his face into Eddie’s hair, and he finally lets himself cry.

[73647e]

it is a very personal head canon to me that neil has a case of duane syndrome, or a slight lazy eye. todd notices it the first time when he and neil talk completely facing each other, and neil’s gaze moves so quickly around todd’s face, and the rest of the student lounge as his attention is being pulled in so many ways that todd notices that neil’s left eye has slight trouble keeping up. he finds it endearing. and todd keeps noticing it. sometimes, neil will completely miss the ball during soccer because of it, and then they all laugh in good fun. but todd especially came to love it when he would open his eyes in the morning, and look straight at neil’s face, a lopsided grin and a slightly crossed eye greeting him in the soft morning light.

[aylinaliens]

attorney jung, wake up…i don't like this. attorney jung!! wake up. hey, hello? time to wake up, time to wake up can you hear me? wake up, attorney jung. i don't like this !!! attorney jung !!! wake up !!!

[sashimiyas]

hi. i love you a lot and every day when you're reblogging or even post one of your shitposts, it makes me happy and i love clicking in the notification!! i'm sorry people can be such a holes sometimes. have a good night :D

i love you too and this mean a lot, sincerely. thank you for reaching out. and i know that what my aunt did was not malicious. she’s caught up in the expectations too. it’s all cultural and societal but it definitely does suck sometimes.

[vagabondangel]

Me, staring at these gif sets in absolute disbelief: THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE?! THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE?!

[ribbonprincess]

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"Do a lil twirl for me,yeah...your ass looks so good baby." Rafe chuckles,fixing his pants as they tightened around his crotch,the sight of you in a tiny white mini skirt the reason.

"You like it rafey? I bought It thinking of you" "yeah,no shit- you used my credit card" he chuckles. Moving from his spot on the bed,he walks over you,laying his hands on your hips as he squishes the skin. "You should wear it today while I go golfing,you can look pretty in the cart and if you're good enough daddy will buy you a drink."

He smiles before tilting his head down to press his lips against yours as you whine almost immediately,slapping his chest "my lipgloss! you just smeared it all over,daddy." Turning around to face the mirror as you try to deescalate the situation of your almost ruined makeup,dabbing at the area around your lips with a beauty blender.

"Yeah yeah,'s just lip gloss,it's nothing serious." Gasping dramatically you turn around,hand on your chest as if you've been shot as you point a finger at his chest "'s not just lipgloss.."

Chuckling to himself Rafe presses a kiss against your shoulder "I'm sorry cupcake, daddy's being mean yeah?" Nodding as you run your manicured fingers over his jawline,pressing your chest against his,making your tits more visible as you smile softly- a tragic contrast to your action.

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As you sit prettily in the golf cart,sipping at your drink while watching rafe play with his friends,you can't help but feel lonely,so you decide to approach as he stands a few feet behind the others. "rayray?"

Turning around almost immediately Rafe's expression softens a bit before turning hard. "What are you doing here,told you to sit in the cart" "Yeah... I know,but I missed you" Emphasizing your words you run a hand over his chest,playing with the button of his slacks.

"Missed me huh?" Looking over his shoulder he shouts a quick "Little lady is feeling sick!" Before dragging you over the Golf cart and driving over a more secluded area of the field,covered by trees and bushes.

"Since you've been missing me sooo much,might as well show it. C'mon get on your knees" Taking one last look around you move to your knees on the moist grass,quickly unbuckling his belt as you pull down his pants and boxer just as much needed. Wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft you kiss the vein that runs on the underside of it, resulting in a harsh tug of your hair. "Don't fucking tease me."

Wrapping your lips around his tip before slowly moving down,twisting your hand around what you couldn't fit "Deeper...I've trained you better than this,kid" Rafe mumble from above you,shoving your head down until you gag harshly,tears already pooling at your lash line. "Yeah,there you go...nice and warm for me." Looking up through your clamped wispy lashes you start to move your head again,twirling your tongue around his length like a popsicle as Rafe groans from above you "Got myself the best girl,right? Sucking my dick like this where everyone can pass by"

Nodding as best as you can,you pull off him with a loud "pop". "Wanna make you feel good,daddy." Smiling to himself, Rafe wipes at your saliva coated lower lip before bringing your mouth back on him with a satisfied moan,brushing some strand of hair that have fallen over your face away. "Fuck,keep doing that and I'm gonna cum. You want daddy to cum in your mouth? Yeah,you do."

Meeting you midway as he thrust into your mouth,giving you no time to react or even understand. "shit- 'm cumming" As his rhythm gets sloppier,you suck around his tip holding onto his thigh as you feel a milky substance flood your mouth. Breathing loudly he pulls you away from him as he smirks "Show me your tongue,angel" showcasing your tongue with a proud smile you look up at him in search of praise. "good girl,what do we say now?" "thank you daddy!"

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An idea popped into my head that I feel you would write very well!

Rafe x virgin!reader. They are having a pretty heavy make out sesh, he slips his hand into her pants and then she just blurts it out? Like, "I'm a virgin," and she's like terrified. But rafe doesn't mind at all.

(also, is the 🪩 taken.)

oh my goodness!! I’m obsessed with this. no it is not taken omg welcome to the club!!!!!!!!!! ty so much for requesting 😚😚😚😚

your night with rafe had gone as perfect as any night could have, dinner by the beach, watching the sun go down while you ate dessert, and then heading back to tannyhill with him for the night, like you always did.

your nights with rafe always ended the same day, crawling into bed wearing one of his big shirts and then making out until you were soaking through your panties and rafe was hard beneath you. you're sure that rafe might have guessed you're a virgin by now, from the way everything he does is so new to your body, reacting primally to every touch. the two of you fall asleep like that, and you feel tingly from your head to your toes, waiting for rafe to say something about going further.

you're sure he would. there's no doubt in your mind that he's ready to, and he's probably done this with a million girls before you-a thought that makes you want to cry, but you put that aside. you're rafe's now, and you know that giving him your virginity is part of the deal. you're not sure just when that'll be, since he has you in your panties nearly every night.

maybe it'd be tonight. when the two of you get back to his room, you head for his dresser immediately to pull out a shirt, but rafe pushes you against the door. he leans down into a deep kiss, and you let it progress, hands snaking into his hair while he holds your waist tightly, his own hands running up and down the soft material of your sundress.

it's a little uncomfortable against the door like this, but rafe eases you up immediately, your legs wrapping around him while he pins you in place. you don't mean to start moving your hips, grinding down against him, it's just instinct, chasing that toe-curling feeling that you haven't been able to feel with rafe yet. his hands snake further down to the hem of your dress, and then slide underneath the material to the smooth skin of your legs.

rafe's hands keep traveling, gripping your thighs while he keeps you locked in a kiss that has you feeling dizzy, would have your knees weak if he wasn't holding you up. his tongue pokes into your mouth, and you moan around it, not even wanting to pull away to breathe.

you have to, though. rafe's hands are at the waistband of your panties, and just as he starts to grope, finding where he can yank them down so he can finally do what he wants to you, you pull away, hands resting flat on his chest.

he likes you like this--hair disheveled, lips red and swollen, the strap of your dress hanging off your shoulder. he leans in, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and then your collar, then up your neck.

"rafe," you whine, but it's easy to let him keep going. "we should stop-"

his eyes dart up to meet yours, pulling his face away from your neck.

"why would i do that, hm?" he kisses you again, but you turn your head away. "finally got you where i want you."

"i-well, i'm a virgin, rafe." it falls out of your mouth, even though you've spent countless hours thinking about the best way to tell him. you've thought everything through, how to say it, how to reply based on his response, how to deal with the embarrassment you're sure to feel.

"yeah?" he questions, pulling away to look at you in the eyes. still pushed against the wall, you can feel his hard dick pressed against you. the two of you don't move an inch, besides for the nodding of your head to answer his question.

"so, no one else has ever touched you where m'touching you?"

you shake your head.

"and no one's ever seen you like this?"

you shake again, feeling your eyes get watery.

"i'm sorry-"

"why're you saying sorry? told you to stop doin' that."

"because... because it's embarrassing."

"says who? hm?"

"says everyone. right?"

"no, kid. not me. you want me to stop?" your body melts into his grip. you shake your head again. "good girl. c'mon, get on the bed. not taking your virginity against this door."