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[from-loomis]

AAAAAA, this hits sm hard bc my first tattoo bc of darry!!

Riding Darry’s tattoo <3

“Baby,” Darry breathes. His hands rest above his head per your request.

“Shut up, Dar,” you reply breathily. “‘M busy.”

He groans, watching the way your bare cunt lips leave a slick trail of arousal across his happy trail. You had asked for this when you had sleepily woken up, needy and craving the touch of your boyfriend. You had shaken him awake, whining about how wet you were. The sliver of skin that his shirt had revealed when it had ridden up looked oh so appetizing— his abs, the trail of hair leading down to the place you like most. The way his tattoo seemed to beg for a nice, tight pussy to rub on it. You couldn’t resist.

Darry bites his lower lip. His face is flushed a dusty pink.

“You’re killin’ me, sweetheart.”

You smile, scraping your nails against the flesh of his chest. He feels so perfect on your achy clit, your head tilting back in carnal pleasure.

“God,” you sigh, the words bordering on a whine. “You feel so good, baby.”

“Could make you feel even better with my hands,” he muses. His tongue probes at his bottom lip as he takes in the sight of your nightgown falling off of your shoulders, your breasts spilling out of the silky fabric. “You’re so beautiful. Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

You whimper, your pussy clamping down on nothing. You miss his cock, his fingers and tongue. But you know that you’ve started something you have to finish.

“Aww,” Darry coos, watching the way you seem to slick even more on him. “You like that, huh?”

“Dar,” you warn, though his voice makes your stomach tighten.

He disobeys one of your commands. His big hands move to your hips, squeezing the soft skin in between his fingers. He rocks you harder on him.

“Yeah, there you go,” he murmurs, eyes wide as he watches your mouth fall open. You let out a loud, desperate moan. “That’s my girl.”

“Feels so good..”

You cry on him, giving in and letting him take the lead. You bury your face into his shoulder as his hips thrust up against you.

“I know,” and then, “let’s get you to cum, yeah? Let’s get you there… ‘n then you’re gonna ride somethin’ other than my tattoo, angel.”

[from-loomis]

a drug dealer gave me a speech about youth & young love after i told him the guy i was kind of talking to dumped me. he told me ‘my god you do act 18, you’re young and attractive. your gonna fall inlove with another boy, you’re so young. don’t cry and worry about some boy you met at 18. there’s gonna be others.’ and i’ll think about our conversation for the rest of my life.

#vince vents #lgbtq dating #mlm yearning #dating #dating advice #who know a drug dealer could be so poetic #mlm love #situationships #talking stage

[from-loomis]

on the train rn to go see mitski LIVE- i will never apologize for the man i become afterwards

#vince vents #mitski

[from-loomis]

i need to get back to getting cross faded and writing letter to my ex lovers bc i was cooking with those, writing saliloquies to white men like tyler the creator….

#vince vents

[from-loomis]

I DONT WAMNA GO HOME [cries to ethel cain in the uber home]

heading over to his place and realized i forgot my airpod case as soon as my uber got on the fucking highway

[from-loomis]

heading over to his place and realized i forgot my airpod case as soon as my uber got on the fucking highway

#vince vocalizes #i’m so pissed #tf am i supposed to do #l

[from-loomis]

respectfully, Luke is 19 he would NOT be experienced. He ain’t getting it down with nobody at camp! That man is a virgin.

And therefore, I love the idea of you trying to teach him, he takes notes on what makes you feel good, and he’s a quick learner!!

and I truly believe he’s the biggest switch ever. He usually hides it when he’s subbing, his noises and everything else he can. He finds it embarrassing for a little, until he can get comfortable with you.

He’s dominant when he’s angry, (his fatal flaw is excessive wrath) and especially when he’s jealous. And he’s jealous a lot sometimes

[from-loomis]

anon thought they fucking ate, being fatphobic is not a serve… get off tumblr if ppl writing inclusive fanfics pisses you off that much ☠️

girl

he does not like his girls chubby 💀💀 we get it ur fat

hiding behind an anonymous wall while saying shit like this is crazzzzyyyy get a life

maybe i should write even more chubby!reader x mike fics just for u pooks

#cw fatphobia #mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #you thought you ate #give me that fucking plate

[from-loomis]

nah, cause this fic updates EVER time im on my break overnight and i LOVE it-

bambi eyes (the holiday special) r.cameron

[Warnings]soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, NONCON, dd/lg, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, heavy on the somnophilia, ittle editing, 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

word count: 1.6k

In which it's your first Christmas Eve with your Daddy, you don't know what you want but Rafe surely does.

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You could think of three things that you wanted for Christmas. Colored pencils, glitter lipgloss, and a small stuffed animal for Bunny. You don’t need any more clothes. You’d been with Rafe for over a month, and there were still clothes in your wardrobe that you had not worn yet. Your room was heaven, with the softest sheets and pillows, and Rafe bought you even more playthings each week. 

Your last gift was a diamond bracelet Rafe gave you because of how well you behaved in front of his friend, Barry. He didn’t punish you for sneaking around downstairs. All you had to do was bring him a slice of cake and sit down on Rafe’s lap while the two of them talked about “getting rid of their problem.” 

There were several trees around the house, but the biggest one was in the living room, by the fireplace, and it was at least two times your height. There were at least twenty presents underneath the tree already, wrapped neatly in paper that was decorated with pink snowflakes. In cozy reindeer pajamas, ones Rafe had also purchased, you sat near the tree checking over your letter to Santa. Although you had a feeling Rafe might secretly be Santa, you let a small part of you believe it was real magic. 

Lana helped you write the letter, and now you were adding a few drawings and stickers to really jazz it up. It took you longer to write it than Rafe preferred, it was already Christmas Eve, but if Santa could somehow bring you exactly what you wanted tomorrow, you’d really believe in him. 

“You almost finished, baby?” 

You looked up to see Rafe entering the living room, most likely finished with his work day, “I couldn’t think of anything else to ask for,” You said quietly, remembering how much Rafe encouraged you to ask for absolutely anything. The truth was you never had anything so you didn’t know what to ask for, “I don’t think I need anything else. But I wrote a nice letter for Santa and I thanked him for everything he does. And I made it sparkly.”

Rafe made himself comfortable on the couch and you brought over your letter, “C’mere,” He said, pulling your legs over his lap before wrapping one arm around you, “This is beautiful work, kid. Santa is going to love it.”

You looked up at him, a smile on his face as he read the words over, “What did you ask Santa for, Daddy?”

“Well, since I already have you,” He squeezed you, making your heart leap in your chest, “I asked Santa to make sure that you have the best Christmas. That you’ll love every gift you get and we’ll have a nice, Christmas dinner.”

You smiled back at him, “I wish I could buy you something, Daddy.”

“No need,” Rafe leaned in to kiss the side of your forehead, “I like giving to you, and I have plenty of money for the both of us. Besides, you’re way too little.” 

When Rafe looked at you, he really looked at you. He held your face in his hands, not tight enough to bruise, so you wouldn’t look away. You were still learning not to feel shy under his gaze. You started to understand that you were just like the gifts sitting under the tree. You were Rafe’s gift to himself. He showed his possession of you through his gaze. 

“Your bows are a nice touch,” He complimented, taking notice of the red ribbons tied around your pigtails. Every morning you spent time doing your hair, and you were slowly learning how to do your makeup. When he noticed your efforts, you felt you were fulfilling your purpose, “And I already knew you’d look cute in your pajamas.”

Rafe liked it when you presented yourself a certain way. He liked things to be dainty and soft. He preferred small jewelry over statement pieces. Pastel colors over bright ones. And you should never have on too much makeup. Lipgloss was better than lipstick and concealer over foundation. He wanted you muted but pretty, just like your personality. 

“Thank you,” You batted your lashes. 

Rafe and you continued your cozy evening in the living room. You’d made it through the first two Home Alone movies and were now in the middle of watching The Polar Express. Rafe excused himself to the kitchen for a moment, taking the chance to prepare some hot cocoa for the two of you. 

When Rafe returned to the couch, you were sound asleep, your arms wrapped around Bunny. Quietly, he set down the cups of cocoa on the coffee table, and the thought of waking you up crossed his mind. After all, your drink would get cold, but you seemed like you were resting deeply. 

Gently, Rafe laid down next to you. You didn’t wake; you moaned softly as you turned your head, nuzzling your face into Rafe’s neck. Rafe stayed with you like this, having found a new love in sleeping next to you. He never really enjoyed next to sleeping next to anyone, until you, and he began to designate certain nights of the week where you’d stay with him in his bed. 

Watching you sleep made him think back to when he first brought you home. You still looked as innocent as ever, but there was something else Rafe liked about watching you sleep – he loved seeing you vulnerable. Obviously, you were in a constant state of being vulnerable to Rafe’s every whim and want, but this was different. 

He tested just how deeply you were sleeping, slowly taking the doll from your grasp When you stirred only slightly, Rafe continued, first touching you above your pajamas. Large, ringed fingers felt over your chest. He massaged them, kneading them, and you reacted by pressing yourself closer to him. 

Lips parted, and holding in heavy breathing, Rafe continued his exploration. He was growing harder in his briefs, imagining the look on your face when you fully opened your eyes. He licked one of his fingers and reached into your pajama bottoms and then into your panties. This was exactly why he never wanted you to wear panties to bed; they only got in his way. 

He stroked fingers up and down, feeling between your folds. Feeling the moisture there, he wondered what exactly you’d been dreaming about, “Rafe,” He heard you whisper, although when he looked down at you, your eyes were still closed. Although the stimulation was waking you, Rafe knew you were too tired to fully realize what he was doing. 

Rafe shushed you, still playing between your legs, “Is bed … time?” You mumbled as Rafe pulled his hands from your underwear, bringing his fingers to his lips. 

“Yes, sweet girl,” Rafe whispered, “Keep relaxing, Daddy’s got you.”

Rafe pulled his body from yours, moving off the couch before he gently started to pull down your reindeer bottoms.  Carefully, he removed them from around your ankles before slowly lowering himself down on top of you, “Cold … please,” You mumbled, “Daddyyy.”

“I’ve got you,” Rafe said in response to your whining; as he settled on top of you, you wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him in like your dolly or a pillow. Meanwhile, Rafe was trying as carefully as he could to free himself from his briefs. He didn’t have to touch himself at all, he was already aching for you.

He didn’t resist anymore, pushing your underwear to the side and then pushing inside of you, his sweet girl. You were tighter, somehow, causing Rafe’s eyes to roll in pleasure, “Rafe,” He heard you, knowing you in a daze. Currently, he felt quite dazed himself. He knew with his size that he’d wake you but he didn’t account for the fact that your body might try to resist, to push him out. It just motivated him to push deeper, “Rafe. Rafe.”

Your voice was sharper now, scared almost, “You’re okay,” He cooed, “You’re …so so good, sweet girl.”

You loosened your grasp on him, and Rafe took the opportunity to see your face. You were adorable in those red bows, he noticed them first, but then he saw your scrunched-up features, a cute wince on your face. It would feel good soon, he knew that, but he certainly enjoyed seeing you resist. 

“What a fussy little girl, huh?” Rafe thrusted slowly, “Acting like you don’t like Daddy’s cock.”

With each thrust, you were trying to gain your composure, but Rafe was relentless. 

One hand, beside your head, he pressed into the couch to hold himself up, and the other, he reached down to play with your clit, “Cum one time for me,” Rafe commanded, although it was the last thing you wanted. He would give it to you anyway, wanting to see it in your face when your own body betrayed you, “One time, and you can go back to sleep.”

Rafe’s thrust was slow but consistently deep. He switched back and forth from focusing on your pleasure and his. It was difficult for him, he could finish so easily with you, but he held out; Rafe knew when you were getting closer just by the look on your face. Your head tilted back as your orgasm spread through you, and Rafe was quickly behind you. 

Rafe caught his breath, still inside of you, and moved his chest closer to yours, “You okay? You did good, Bambi.”

You nodded calmly, “Did I …Did I miss the whole movie?”

Rafe stared, bewildered for a moment, “Uh … no. We can just rewind it, baby,” He grinned, pecking your lips, “And I can just heat up the hot chocolate again.” 

Your eyes widened, “Hot chocolate like in the movie?”

“Just like the movie, my love,” Rafe’s forehead pressed to yours.

He was grateful for the fact that he could give you the perfect first Christmas tomorrow. He was even more grateful for how perfect you were.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!

[from-loomis]

y’all, i think my bsf made a targeted post about me talking to my failed situationship and idk how to feel :/

he seemed supportive of it at first too

#vince vents #situationships #oh bother

[from-loomis]

(bangs fist on table) i want him sweaty, whimpering, overstimulated, moaning, sniffling, twitching, squirming, whining, gasping, bucking his hips, drooling, begging (swipes papers onto the floor)

NOW

#mike schmidt

[from-loomis]

i have an undying love for everyone writing spoiler free mike fanfics, doing gods work for the ones who haven’t gone yet!! like y’all are for the people and it eats.

#five fights at freddy’s that’s where i wanna be #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #five nights at freddy's

[from-loomis]

“pretty boy :3” i say. to my screen. on which there is a middle aged man deep in despair

#me and hayden #me and cillain

[from-loomis]

this jobs kicking my ass, so we applying to new places

you see, i was born to be hayden christensen’s controversially young boyfriend but i’m forced to work a shit part-time job that pays bi-weekly </3

[from-loomis]

just saw a tiktok of celeb’s profiles on raya and saw skeet ulrich on there????? this is just fueling my delusion that i have a chance with him and the other 40+ yr old actors i find hot

[dating apps terrify me, i’m not good look for raya]

#vince vocalizes #skeet ulrich #raya #billy loomis #i love dilfs #real delulu yelling out my man #scream #dilf billy loomis #it’s the fact i think i have a chance #billy loomis x reader

[from-loomis]

this is so modern anakin’s dorm room

Tops will be like yeah I can host and then they bring you here

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalks core #modern anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader

[from-loomis]

rafe cameron has such a possessive energy, it can be almost interpreted as a ‘i’ve dug two graves for us’.

dark content ahead

imagine, you attempt to break things off with him after everything he’s done. between the coke, killings, attempted murders, and all of the immoral things he’s done. rafe won’t let you leave, you’re his everything. every last thing he’s done was for you and you can’t appreciate that? couldn’t appreciate the fact he got rid of those disgusting pogues who thought they could have a shot with you? couldn’t appreciate the bones he hid and buried for you? couldn’t appreciate that he saved some of the jewels and gold from the cross, had them turned into jewelry with you in mind? rafe refused to let you just walk away, refused to allow you to just go off and fall in love with any other. so he did the logical rafe cameron thing, drugging you and taking you to ward’s private jet. taking you some where in the mid-west, like nebraska or even colorado. realistically, rafe would take you to either a state or an island he knew no one would come looking for the two of you. may the markers protect the poor souls of the people who attempted to take rafe cameron’s sweet little angel from him ♡

[a/n- i got so carried away with this, i miss rafe so much i might rewatch obx until halloween bc Netflix is gonna start streaming atsv!! im so gonna become hobie brown and miguel o’hara focused during november]

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron angst #obx #obx fic #obx fanfiction #obx rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x kook!reader #rafe x kook!reader #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fic