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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 23: Somnophilia with Mingi

Trigger warnings: n/a

Content warnings: names (baby), oral (f receiving), somnophilia (well yeah)

Summary: Your boyfriend just can’t help himself when he comes home to you napping in nothing more than his oversized hoodie.

Word count: 1068

Tags: @hyuckilstan @wubbster @critssq @skzgallll

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You’d always found it endearing how much Mingi seemed to enjoy watching over you as you slept. He was big and warm and strong and you felt protected so you weren’t going to complain when you woke up to him looking at you with hearts in his eyes, telling you how pretty and peaceful you looked. You often woke up to soft touches as he fixed your hair or showered you with kisses.

He was embarrassed the first time you woke up and caught him staring but the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled up at him put his mind at ease. After that, he stopped trying to hide his fascination with your sleeping form, though he’d yet to admit it went beyond the desire to admire you. Something about you drove him mad and every time he saw you sleeping in those comfy little shorts you loved so much, he had to fight to keep his hands to himself.

He’d lose that battle this time though.

When you didn’t meet him at the door, your boyfriend figured you were taking a nap. If he had to guess your three favorite things, he would say naps, him, and fluffy blankets - in no particular order, of course. He was far from surprised to see you sprawled out on the couch, throw pillow clutched to your chest while one leg rested on the back of the couch. You'd be self conscious if you could see yourself but he found it endearing. No, what surprised him was what you were wearing.

He toed his shoes off and made his way across the room, half-hard almost instantly at the sight of you in your favorite hoodie of his and a light pink pair of panties and nothing more. He wasn’t sure if he could contain himself any longer. He’d thought far too many times about the things he could do to you while you slept. To him, your resting state was a breathtaking and inherently erotic and he wanted to ruin you.

He carefully knelt between your legs and placed his large hands on your knees, sliding them up your thighs and giving a gentle squeeze. He watched your face as he began to knead the supple flesh of your thighs, warm hands against your cool skin causing chill bumps to raise across your entire body. You turned your head to face the back of the sofa and made a small sound as he disturbed your sleep but didn’t wake.

He let out a soft huff of laughter, his expression fond as he turned to press his lips to your calf that rested on the back of the couch. His lips trailed higher, peppering chaste kisses up the length of your leg until he was forced to settle in an awkward position so his face was level with your sex. He glanced back up at your face, making sure he wasn’t truly disturbing you, and placed a kiss on the front of your panties.

He began to plant kisses all over your clothed pussy, looking back up at your face after each one. He was always tender like that, treating you with great care even when you wanted him to ruin you. His eyelids fluttered as he leaned in and inhaled your scent, a low groan rumbling in his chest. His long, slender fingers tugged your panties to the side and his mouth watered at the sight. His teasing touches had worked you up in your sleep and your panties were moments away from being flooded with your arousal.

He wanted to dive right in but took a moment to run a finger along your slit, pausing when you whined and shifted. Your body instinctively chased after the stimulation and your hips wiggled slightly when the tip of his tongue ghosted over your clit. He continued teasing you like this despite how torturous it was to him, determined to have you writhing even in your slumber.

It didn’t take long for him to get his way. You couldn’t seem to hold still and eventually he had to pin you down so he could properly eat you out. His tongue worked wonders on you, occasionally plunging deep inside you and rhythmically flicking back and forth over your clit whenever he sucked on your pussy. You’d always loved his enthusiasm when going down on you and had even given him the playful title Certified Pussy Addict - a name he was very proud of despite knowing you weren’t actually going to call him that except in a mocking way.

Your face screwed up with pleasure as his perfect fingers slid into you and immediately curled, pressing against your g-spot. Had you been awake, you would’ve offered up a pathetic cry intended to be praise. Instead, you made another noise and turned your head to the side. You got louder as you got closer to the edge - and to regaining consciousness - until you could take no more and your back arched from the couch as your boyfriend roused you from your slumber.

The pillow slipped out of your grasp and toppled onto the floor as one hand flew to your mouth. “Mingi, what the fuck?” You whimpered, finally waking up as waves of liquid bliss crashed over you. You had no control over the way your muscles contracted and instinctively closed your legs around his head as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

He didn’t stop lapping at your dripping cunt until your legs relaxed around his head. When you did release him, he removed his fingers from you so excruciatingly slowly and teasingly that you found yourself wanting more despite having just come down from your high. He made a show of sucking his fingers clean of your sweet release and grinned up at you as he fixed your panties.

“I couldn’t help myself, baby. You looked so good, all relaxed and vulnerable in nothing but my hoodie.” He smirked, shrugging as he sat up between your legs. You couldn’t formulate a proper response and opted instead to pull him down for a desperate kiss, rocking your hips against his.

“So fuck me like this then.” You whispered, knowing he wouldn’t refuse. You both needed it after what you just woke up to and he was happy to give it to you.

“Gladly, baby.” He whispered back before attacking your neck with kisses.

#kpop smut #ateez #ateez smut #ateez mingi #mingi #mingi smut #ateez song mingi #song mingi #song mingi smut #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober update #it’s late #but it’s here!#enjoy babes

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spindrifters · 8 months

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marginalia, chapter 49 // december - part one

“Hang on, back up,” says Marlene, fingers deft as they twist Dorcas’s hair back into knots. “Explain this to me like I’m ten.”

“Yeah, not all of us are getting our mastery in fringe magical theory,” Lily adds dryly, only just ducking the flick of fingers Sirius aims at her forehead, doing his best not to shift Moony in his lap. She is, after all, in the midst of cobbling together something like a mastery in fringe potioneering.

#drops this #runs fast #enjoy babes #wolfstar #my fic

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tremble-in-the-hips · 9 months

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You'll hear me howling outside your door

#käärijä #never thought id do a crossover with hozier #but such is our lives sometimes #i went. . . feral #just a lil bit #enjoy babes #let them eat cake as they say

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ghoultemple · 1 year

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mary’s car

lil bit of a nsfw for a moment but i’ll add the break before it

mary goore owns a hearse. mary goore drives around town with a hearse.

it's an old-fashioned 1958 ford star model hearse, with dark red cushions. he placed a single stamp on the back with a very obscene phrase about the dead (like any other phrase that scape mary’s sinful mouth).

they ride that hearse blasting metal around town with sunglasses on the darkest days, a leather jacket, and a crooked smile. always so smug.

there’s a skull hanging from the mirror, and various tapes inside his cubby.

they do use the hearse for its purpose (mary works at a funeral home) but it’s also an extra space for hanging out activities.

from this moment forward, it’s nsfw

mary loves to take you out on car rides to the countryside, or far enough from the city you two have a peaceful moment together. he parks the hearse in a place he knows no one will see. you both sit back in the trunk, where the caskets go, which mary makes sure to cover with a custom cushion when not working. you talk, laugh, smoke, and drink some beers if in the mood. mary always brings fries and you both shit talk for hours when the mood starts to build up.

you like to lay on his chest while they’re sitting. just pressing your back to mary’s chest and playing with the rings around his lanky fingers. the other hand you’re not playing starts to hold you closer to him, pressing your lower back to their already hard member. you shift, slightly, making sure your moves press even more on mary. he kisses your neck and starts to pull the collar of your shirt down, leaving bites and sucking on the sensitive skin. you’re already getting heated up and making a noise that gives mary the fuel to keep going.

mary smiles against your skin, hands holding you closer. you end up either slowly riding him, or mary fucks you hard with your face against the floor of the hearse trunk where you two were once sitting and talking, holding your arms against your back. mumbling and moaning how tight, warm and wet you are just for him. making sure to fill you with his cum.

you both lay down and nap until you’re hungry again and drive back home only to be hit with a shower and second round.

mary jokes to fuck where the dead are taken for a last ride while their cock is being ridden by you.

#this was supposed to be just a stupid mary car post #but i have the mary disease #and i can’t help myself #enjoy babes #mary goore #mary goore headcanons #mary goore fic #mary goore x reader #repugnant fanfiction #repugnant #repugnant band

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the-hole-in-terzos-shoe · 1 year

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A little thing I was thinking about the other night:

What if Copia isn't the antichrist but his lover is, and it's his sworn duty to protect them?

The fiery orange eyes are what first captured his attention and of course he thought you were cute, he gets a crush on everyone

Then he started to notice that a certain level of chaos seemed to follow you wherever you may go

Random stuff like branches falling on cars, lights popping and breaking, people suddenly getting ill when you enter a room

These were things that were normal to you, so you never really noticed them, but it attracted him to you all the more

And one evening in the intimacy of his bedroom, he finds it: his hot breath graces the shell of your ear as his tongue discovers the scar tissue that had always been there, the little 666 marking your flesh

He inquires about it, asking if maybe a piercing artist had done it, but as you ramble quickly about how it's been there since birth and that you didn't know it said anything because it's not like you can read the script written behind your ear in a shitty bathroom mirror, he falls, and boy does he fall hard.

After that, you are simply inundated with flowers and little gifts, like candy and wine

He wants to impress you. You hardly even understand what you are, but he does, and he's determined to keep you pleased, in all the ways. As Papa, it's what he took an oath for. (Although he perhaps takes it a little too seriously)

He'll help you dress in the mornings, making sure you feel good about yourself

You'll want for nothing. Cravings? He's calling the kitchen. Not feeling well? He practically becomes a doctor. That thing at the store you liked? It's waiting for you in your chambers.

At the end of a long day, he'll run you a bath, enjoying the view of the steam billowing from your warm flesh. And maybe he'll brave getting into the tub with you, as the bath water always seems to be a few degrees hotter than when he first ran it.

It's a lot of work looking after you the way he does, plus all the paperwork and being Papa, but for him it's all worth it, especially on those cold, winter nights in the abbey when he needn't bother with his robe, because he'll have you to keep him warm

#i guess this is fluff #just needed to get this off my chest #enjoy babes #papa emeritus iv #the band ghost #copia #ghost band #imagine #drabble #headcanon #hcs #fanfic #papa iii #terzo #papa emeritus iii #shitghosting

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punkassfrance · 8 months

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Mare Nostrum Mediterranean Grill - Chapter One - Joel/Tess/Reader

Currently rated T, rating will change in later chapters! Contains drug use, swearing, sleazy flirting, and an HR nightmare brewing.

Summary:

Your first job would have been stressful enough if you didn't have to deal with mind games from Joel and Tess. But god, you couldn't bring yourself to complain. - Joel and Tess are line cooks who really, really like flirting with the innocent newhires. Or maybe it's just you.

Enjoy! I'll do my best to update soonish if people like it! AFAB reader implied later on, written with HBO descriptions in mind!

Entire Work - Next Chapter

It was Thursday night before midterms when you realized you couldn’t put off getting a job for much longer.

The pizza you’d mooched off your roommate that night was good, but it didn’t feel like enough as you tore through papers and flash cards. Fifty-cent coffee from the gas station around the corner had been a godsend, both to keep you awake and to get you out of the dorm after hours of crunching up into your bunk bed with your laptop.

Once you felt satisfied with your work you pushed the laptop away and sighed, leaning out and glancing up at your roommate on the top bunk.

“I’m so done with this. Want some?” You held up the altoids can of edibles from under your bed, rattling it to catch their attention. “Least I could offer after stealing your pizza.”

They shook their head, clicking off the lamp precariously balanced on the windowsill. “Nah, thanks though. Too tired to have any fun with it.”

You nodded and looked down at the dented tin, huffing to yourself. You could hardly sleep sober anymore, if you were honest. The stress of college got to you faster than you thought it would. Much faster.

The tin clicked open and you sighed, knowing you only had a day or two left. Your family covered your bills- but any real comfort you’d have to find yourself.

After midterms, you thought. I’ll start looking after midterms.

Clicking off the fairy lights strung up around your bed, you stared up at glow-in-the-dark star stickers and spaced out, savoring the bitter taste on your tongue.

If you were honest, you were shocked you got a call back after you fumbled the hell out of your interview. The owner knew you were hungover, she had to- as nice as she seemed, she terrified you.

You stood in the corner of the dining room, wringing your hands, glancing between the kitchen and the front door. There was only one other server to train you, Dina if you remembered right. She was perky and energetic, but too busy rushing around the dining room to do much in the way of training. So far, you’d learned how to hold a rag and wipe down dirty tables. The urge to be more helpful gnawed at you. This was your first hour of your first job, you thought as you picked up the rag again.

I will not fuck this up.

The bell in the kitchen window rang.

Dina moved around the room with precision you couldn’t even dream of. You never thought of people as graceful, but she was, somehow. Her hip curved away from the counter as she moved past it, her hand hooked on the wall to make a quicker turn. It was incredible to watch.

You’d only met one of the owners so far, Maria, when she sat across from you at your interview. She seemed friendly enough, but the mere thought of this woman being your first real boss was enough to make you sweat. Her husband hadn’t been in yet. You’d only met Dina and Maria so far. Not a bad first impression of the establishment, but-

The bell rang twice.

…Dina all but threw her handful of dishes into the tub beside you and wiped her hands, giving you a quick smile as she stepped up to the register.

“Hi! What can I get started for you?”

Jesus, she was good at this.

Maybe I’m not cut out for food service.

“Oy, kid. You got hands?”

You started out of your train of thought, looking over to the kitchen window. A woman leaned out of it, hunched over, her greying hair pulled back. Her eyebrow was raised as she gestured at the plate of food in the window, giving you a look.

“Uh…I- it’s my first day, and I don’t want to…”

“Don’t want to what, fuck up carrying food? Come here.” She waved you over, peering out the window into the lobby. You nodded and made your way over as she grabbed napkins and utensils from a box beside the window. As you got a closer look at her, you felt your heart beating in your ears. She wasn’t as graceful as Dina per se, but the confidence in her movements sent a shiver down your back.

As you approached, she pointed at a table of two old women. “This is their order. Take the tray-” she smacked your hand as you went to pick it up, ripping a glove out of a box beside her and handing it to you. “...fuck, kid, get a glove first. Whichever hand you’re going to hand them the food with. Take the tray, set the plates in front of them, then give them the napkins. The shawarma is for the one in the cardigan, the lentil soup is for the other one. Ask if they need anything else, then come back.” You nodded, heart thudding as she pushed you into the deep end. “...and bring the fucking tray back, I need that. Go on, you got it.”

She pulled away from the window and went back to preparing food, dismissing you before you could argue. Over her shoulder, Dina shot you an apologetic look, but continued taking orders.

The tray was heavy in your hands as you walked over to their table, threatening to clatter to the ground, but the thought of disappointing Dina and…kitchen lady kept you steady. One of the women gave you a sympathetic grin as you set the plates down, hands betraying your confidence.

“Thank you, miss. You’re doing alright.” One of the ladies reassured before you smiled and turned away. As you looked back, you saw the woman in the window again. She leaned on the counter, watching you with a stern eye as you walked back with the tray. Dina was watching beside her, muttering into her ear.

“Good. Now Dina, would you train this poor kid so they’re not shitting themselves every time they talk to someone?”

“Tell Tommy to schedule an extra server on training shifts and I’ll think about it.”

The woman in the window glanced back into the kitchen, peering around. She sighed before turning back to Dina.

“Let me talk to Joel real quick. He might be able to take over the kitchen for a bit, I can come up and help train.”

“Thanks, Tess.”

Tess didn’t acknowledge either of you as she walked back into the depths of the kitchen, turning a corner you couldn’t see around.

“She’s not that awful, I promise.”

Before long, Tess came up front, taking off her apron and tossing it into a corner behind the kitchen door. “Joel’s got a handle on it for now. Dina, you want me to take over training?”

“You got it boss.”

Tess looked over to you, giving you a slow once-over. It felt like sizing you up, but you weren’t sure what for. “Ever worked in a restaurant before?”

You shook your head, looking down to wring your hands again. “No.”

“Shit, have you ever worked before at all?”

“...no.”

She scoffed, looking away. “Well, let’s get to it then.”

You heard the bell ring, then a low whistle.

“Shit, Tess. I didn’t know we had a newbie.” A man leaned out of the kitchen window, bracing on the counter. He gave you a lopsided smile, brown curls hanging over his forehead. “Cute one, too.”

“Let’s go easy over there, Joel. They almost had a heart attack serving Ethel and Nora. Swear, I was about to get the defibrillator. Thought we were gonna have our first code blue.”

“Aw, give them a break babe. Keep glowering and you’ll kill them for sure.”

Joel turned when he heard the computer chime with an order, Dina ringing in a short line of customers.

Tess looked down at the order and sighed, pulling a glove on and picking up the tray. “Don’t mind him.”

Before long, your shift was nearing an end, Tess showing you the bare minimum to get through a shift. She watched you for a moment as you worked before nodding and picking up her apron. “Heading out back for a smoke. You and Dina should have it for now.”

As she walked out the back door, Joel leaned over to you through the window. “Hey, uh…want my number? If you need a shift covered or something.”

“Oh-” You think for a moment, sneaking a glance at dark brown eyes before looking down. “Sure, write it down.”

When he folded a napkin and passed it your way, he winked. “Let me know if you need anything, kiddo.”

You felt heat crawling up your neck when Tess came back. She grabbed your shoulder. “Well, how was your first shift, kid?”

“Oh, it was-” You went to tuck Joel’s number into your pocket before Tess grabbed your wrist lightly.

“Joel gave you his number?” She narrowed her eyes at you, staring for a moment. Fuck, of course. They’re a couple. God, what was I thinking?

“I…yeah, he did, just in case I needed a shift covered or…something?” She stared. You wouldn’t meet her eye, looking at the floor in shame- but you weren’t sure why. Her hand was loose on your wrist, but you felt pinned, held in place by nothing. You stood there under her gaze for what felt like forever before she looked into the kitchen and took the napkin.

“Yeah. Here-” She took a pen from the counter, opening the napkin and scribbling her number under Joel’s. “...in case you need something.”

As you walked out the front door with a free meal and keys in one hand, you looked up at the stars. They didn’t tell you anything you wanted to know.

There was a lot you wanted to know.

Next Chapter

Hope you enjoyed! Crossposted on AO3 at scp116, you can subscribe there for fic updates! Hope to post another chapter soon c:

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kananjarus · 1 year

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a miracle and nothing less

buddie | season 6 spec fic | 7k

Buck doesn’t remember the call for the fire or jumping in front of Chimney to climb the giant lightning rod in the sky. He doesn’t remember the last thing Eddie had said to him before – Alright, cowboy, go get ‘em – or the hooking a carabiner into his harness or the smile Eddie gave him. Memory loss. Muscle spasms. Shortness of breath. They won’t know how this will affect him because not many people wake up from something like this. And it’s the not knowing that succeeds in making Eddie feel a little out of his mind, like he no longer has a solid place to stand.

Keep your theories, Eddie wants to say, pushing away everyone in a white coat that comes by to study Buck’s charts and gawk like they’re behind glass. I just want him back.

He was already interesting before your so-called miracle.

Recovery isn't linear. Eddie only tries to keep a grasp on everything he holds dear as he and Buck find that out the hard way.

*Disclaimer for a not so nice/maybe more realistic version of post-lightning strike life than what the show will probably give us. 🙃

read on ao3

#911 #fic rec #buddie #911 fic #buddie fic #my writing #this one goes out to all my buck whump / hurt/comfort girlies #enjoy babes

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queenydeeny · 10 months

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here’s one of me lookin fine as hell at work 💅 ✨

#i’m making my selfies a thing now #enjoy babes #my face

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kleyamarki · 10 months

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snippet tag <3

ty for the tag @soloorganaas

i’ve been thinking about Barriss Offee lately so have a little thing

If the Force were a meadow, it would be sunny, peaceful, and filled with brilliant colors. For all of Barriss’s life before the Clone Wars, she saw the Force like this. Recently, she’d heard whispers of even the best of the Jedi’s visions being clouded or filled with smoke, something obscuring the Force that was once so clear to them. Barriss couldn’t say the same.

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The first time Barriss witnessed a total solar eclipse was as a youngling on a trip to Christophsis. Solar eclipses in a galaxy so vast weren’t exactly uncommon, but they were always the most brilliant on planets with only one sun and moon. During solar eclipses, funny things happen to light and colors and shadows — Barriss remembered this well.

Read the rest here on AO3 <3

tagging: @flowers-and-beskar @spaceprincessleia (ik i tag y’all every time but i love ur stuff so you did it to yourself >:) )

#barriss offee #the clone wars #star wars fanfiction #i had a Thought and got inspired #enjoy babes

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edsbacktattoo · 1 year

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Chapter Twenty Two: Even the Cloudy Weather

Oh shit, we're back to the regular (kinda) schedule, and a new chapter has been uploaded! You can find it here.

#oh boy oh boy #this whole chapter feels like the end of the story but istg it's not #we got some more shit to deal with first lol #enjoy babes #ofmd #ofmd fanfic #our flag means death #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #omts

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stilettoes · 1 year

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[fic] between love and desire (who am i to you?)

the outsiders (movie & book) • established dallas winston/ponyboy curtis • two shot, 4.6k • rating is explicit • set in "you're not done yet, you can't be" but can be read standalone

Dallas' tongue is warm on his cheek and neck, his scent heady, thick, in a way Ponyboy hasn't had in years. His new medal dangles between them, his knees on either side of Ponyboy's hips and he is breath against Ponyboy's neck makes him erupt into gooseflesh.

He says: You really rather suffer through a heat-fever than let me help? That really how it is, kid?

Ponyboy wants to say: Yeah. I would.

There's a problem with that statement, though. The reason that he doesn't say it, the reason that his breath hitches and slick pools beneath him, along his thighs and his ass, is that no. He really wouldn't want to go through heat-fever rather than have Dallas fuck him.

Sometimes, the only person who can help you is the person you know you shouldn't run back to yet keep going back to anyway. (read on AO3)

#the outsiders #dallyboy #mine: fic #mine: ao3 #enjoy babes

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rae-gar-targaryen · 1 year

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ok I know the Oscar’s are happening right now (& I know you’re watching them!) but it just hit me that I’m getting to meet one of my closest friends from the last few years tomorrow!!! It still doesn’t feel real. We’ve been trying to plan this for a year. But I am so fucking excited!!!

My darling Fallon!!! That is SO exciting!!!! I'm so happy for you! The Oscars are FAR less important than this, make no mistake. I hope it goes well and that you have an AMAZING week with your friend 💜☀️🌿✨ I am thrilled for you, sunshine! I hope it's everything you both have planned and more!

#fabulous fallon #this is so cool!!!!!#enjoy babes

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sleepy-bebby · 2 years

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#meme #memes #relatable meme #relatable memes #relatable #oop #funny memes #funny meme #mecore #funny #lol #babe is everything ok #I wanna add that this is really just a joke.#it’s ok to enjoy having a simple and mundane life #I’m definitely happy with mine

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erwinsvow · 26 days

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PLEASEEEE can u show the time where reader caught rafe punching the squishmallows that really sent me

"don't laugh, okay?" you say it softly, right outside the door to your bedroom.

"why would i laugh?" rafe’s asking seriously, but you're already a tiny bit embarrassed of what lies on the other side of the door and you're unsure how rafe will react.

"it's, like, a third of the size of your room-"

"shut up and open the door."

you sigh, turning the handle and pushing to let yourself in first. rafe follows, staring around the tiny room observantly. his eyes flicker from corner to corner, taking it in. you stand to the side patiently, playing with your hands, in particular the ring rafe had just gotten you, fiddling and twisting it repeatedly.

he walks around for a second, stopping at your bookshelf to take a look at the titles on the shelves and then moving on, staring at the photos on the wall and then sniffing a stray candle on the nightstand. he finally stops at your dresser, glancing over the lotions and perfumes littered on top to stare at the framed picture of the two of you perched right in the center, odds and ends he's gotten you in the last month scattered around.

"so?" you question quietly, eyes big.

"which drawer's got your panties?"

"rafe! shut up."

"it's a cute room. why'd you get so worried?"

"i don't know. habit." you settle on the bed, bringing your biggest squishmallow onto your lap, holding it in your arms comfortingly. rafe's still looking around.

"always had one favorite color, huh?"

"yes," you admit, squeezing the stuffed animal harder. rafe finally comes to join you on the bed, gesturing to the squishmallow as soon as he does.

"what the hell is that?"

"this is ricky. he's a clownfish. he has a career, i just can't remember-"

"huh?"

"they all have jobs and hobbies, rafe. the squishmallows. i think he's an underwater singer or something."

"you sleep with that huge thing on the bed?"

"every night. when i'm here, at least. i should get one for tannyhill!"

"don't know about all that." he takes it into his hands, moving it around, observing it from all sides. "every single night?"

"yeah. why?"

"nothin'."

the conversation changes to the books on your nightstand, and you forget all about the squishmallow resting on your bed until you step out to get a cup of lemonade for rafe.

walking back in, you wonder if you put enough sugar in, when you open the door to see rafe smacking your squishmallow with his right hook, right to his little face.

"what are you doing?!" it spills out before you can stop it, the lemonade almost falling out of your hand.

"look at the dent. how does it go back to how it was?" he questions, while you look over at him, horrified. "what's inside it? feathers, or some shit?" he looks over to get an answer, when he looks at your distraught face.

"what?"

even when he sleeps over, he's never allowed to touch your squishmallow again.

#lmfaoooooo this is cracked #enjoy babe love u <333 #I used Ricky the clownfish as an example since that’s the one I have!!!!!!#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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