Wasn't Planning On Getting Drunk Tonight But Well...

girls be like “i’m shy” then want the roughest sex

imagine how hard the "mostly he just ignores you" line would go if they had delved a little deeper into aegon and helaena's relationship.

small moments when he reaches out to touch her cheek and she doesn't flinch, but he brings his hand back. unable to touch her.

him getting so drunk he can't see straight, to find his feet automatically making their way to her bed chambers. how he can only gain the courage to touch her, to kiss her, when he's wine drunk. he feels as if he's not pure enough, his mind, body and soul too tarnished to even deserve to touch his wife.

he whispers in between quiet sobs how sorry he is as he fucks so deeply into her. he catches glimpses of her moon-lit hair, the trickle of a tear going down her cheek. only he knows it's not her own, but his. her bitten lips, so soft against his. she makes not a sound as he visits her bed, laying there staring up at the ceiling. she looks past him, and how he wishes she could see him.

because he loves her, how he loves her. and he hates her. he hates himself.

she actually hacked me for this one

chasing city lights

chapter 19 - what if

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

masterlist

cw: language, angst

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it had been a week since you and rafe had broken up, and you didn't know what hurt more. the fact you were no longer with him, or the fact he hadn't tried to reach out. not once.

you know you couldn't be upset about that, considering you broke up with him, but part of you hoped he would've tried harder to stay.

and that hurt more than anything.

because now you were left wondering, had it really been that easy for him to let go? had he moved on ? had you spent the last eight months loving someone who was only waiting for an excuse to walk away?

your phone sat on your nightstand, untouched, as if the silence from him was something tangible, something suffocating. you had checked it a million times, hoping to see his name flash across the screen. but it never did.

not a single message. not a single missed call. nothing. you should be relieved. this should be making it easier. but it didn't at all.

you didn't even ask sarah how he was doing as you were too scared to find out the answer. what if he was doing good? what if he realised actually he was better off without you? what if he was happy without you?

what if losing you didn’t break him the way losing him was breaking you?

the thought made your chest tighten, a sharp, suffocating ache settling deep in your ribs. you had spent the last week convincing yourself that you did the right thing, that walking away was the only option. but if that were true, if you had really made the best decision, then why did it feel like this?

you swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking up at the ceiling as if that would stop the tears from forming.

the truth was, no matter how badly you wanted to hate him, no matter how much you told yourself you had to let go, a part of you was still waiting.

waiting for him to show up. waiting for him to fight for you.

waiting for something that clearly wasn’t coming.

every little thing reminded you of him. you hadn't seen the girls in a few days, as even being around them reminded you of all the times you'd been together as a group. everything was so quiet now.

the quiet was the worst part of it, the loneliness. the brutal realisation that maybe you had been waiting for nothing. that maybe rafe had already decided you weren’t worth the fight. because if he had really loved you the way he claimed, wouldn’t he have come after you by now? wouldn’t he have done something?

but all you had was silence.

you clenched your jaw, trying to force yourself to stop thinking about him, but it was impossible. his hoodie still hanging on the back of your chair, the faint smell of his cologne on your pillow, the way your body still instinctively turned toward your phone at every notification, only to find nothing.

you hated that he still had this much of a hold on you. you hated that you were here, in this room, drowning in heartbreak while he was god knows where, probably just fine. probably moving on.

a fresh wave of nausea rolled through you at the thought.

had he already found someone else?

had he kissed someone new with the same mouth that used to whisper i love you?

the idea of it sent a sharp pain through your chest, but you shook your head, forcing yourself to breathe. it doesn’t matter. he's not yours anymore.

that thought alone nearly broke you.

because deep down, no matter how much it hurt, you still wanted to be his.

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a/n: i fear i took this one straight from my journal when i got broken up with LOL

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The “That’s immoral you shouldn’t write that, we need to get that taken down” discourse on tiktok right now is PISSING ME OFFF

Wdym you want censorship for a literal ARCHIVE are you fucking stupid

Ao3 was literally founded to preserve works that were largely getting taken down due to censorship

Censorship is the opposite of what Archive of Our Own stands for

The TAGS and WARNINGS are there for a REASON. Use them and stop complaining

The universal rule—don’t like, don’t read

It’s THAT simple

Knife play

Rafe Cameron x fem reader

Warnings, knife play, daddy kink, spanking, pussy slapping with knife handle, carving, unprotected sex, degrading and praise. Reuploaded because @oceandriveab really enjoyed this.

“Cute room, baby.” Rafe smiles as he picks up one of your childhood stuffed animals and flips it around. You quickly snatch up the bear and set her down on your bed.

“Careful with her. I’ve had her since I was a baby.” You cross your arms and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m not gonna hurt her, baby girl. But I think im a little too tall for your bed.” He chuckles and you reach over, lightly pushing him down to sit on the mattress.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna get another cup of coffee and no I’m not getting water. It’s boring.” You quickly step away to avoid Rafe smacking your ass in protest and exit the room. He sighs and glances around.

Letting curiosity get the better of him, Rafe stands and starts opening your drawers inside your dresser. He tilts his head as he takes in your clothes, socks then he raises his eyebrow when he finds your underwear drawer. But he notices a box underneath all the material. He moves aside the panties and bras, opening the lid.

He sees a collection of toys, rope and a medium sized blade. A slow, wicked smirk curls his lip and he doesn’t bother hiding his discovery when he hears you gasp behind him.

“Rafe I leave you alone for a few minutes and you’re rummaging through my shit!” You smack his shoulder, turning him around as he holds the box.

“Yeah, and?” He laughs. “Don’t try and avoid the subject. You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you? You want me to use these on you. Make you feel better than whatever the fuck his name was. I can do that for you, sweet girl.” You bite your lip, swallowing away any sort of nerves before you pull him down in a fierce kiss.

He groans against your mouth as you tug his lower lip with your teeth before sucking it and standing as tall as you can. Rafe backs you against the bed, setting the box down as he grips your waist, tossing you on the bed. You barely have time to register what happened when he climbs on you, holding onto the knife. “You want this? You want me to hold it against your pretty skin?”

“Mhm, please, Rafe. I need you, need you to make me cum.” You whine and arch your back, feeling his hard body press against yours. Rafe’s blue eyes roam your body, his other hand squeezing the curve of your hip.

“Fuck, baby that’s it. Beg for it. You can use your words better. You’re a good girl, right?” He mocks and you nod, eyelash fluttering as you feel his fingers pull your panties to the side. Exposing your wet cunt as it glistens underneath him, he gives it a slap. “Beg.”

“Please, daddy. Please use the knife on me. Please, no one can make me feel as good as you. No one else, please fuck me. Please, I promise I’ll be good. I’ll be so good-“ That was all he needed as he smashes his lips to yours, you feel the knife press against your throat. You inhale sharply, eyes widening as his lips trail to your jaw. He nips your skin as he presses the blade a little harder.

Rafe’s fingers move to slide effortlessly in your pussy, curling them deeply inside you, hitting a spot you could never get with your own hand. You moan and your eyes roll back as he moves the knife down your chest, gently pressing the tip against your exposed tit. “Hmm…should I? You’ve been a good girl, but I don’t know. I think you can give me more of those pretty little whimpers.”

Rafe moves his fingers to your clit, rubbing circles and more gasps escape your throat. “That’s it,” he praises. “That’s my little slut.” Rafe grabs you by the hair, his slick fingers digging in the strands and he flips you over. Your ass in the air as he positions himself behind you.

You feel him trace the knife on your ass before you inhale sharply before a loud, throaty moan escapes you as you feel something sting against your plump flesh.

You feel him carve the letter R and then C. Blood slowly pools from your skin and you almost scream when you feel him lick it off before spitting on your cunt. “Making you my own little pornstar. Gonna look at it when I’m away from you.” He growls before you hear him unbuckle his belt, moving his hand to hold the blade against your throat as he gives your ass a spank, making you actually cry out this time.

“Gonna pound this perfect fuckin pussy, Angel. Fill you with my cum.” His free hand pins your hands on your back from behind as he rocks his hips into you, slamming his cock deep in your soaked pussy.

You hear it squelch as he builds his speed and rhythms as you grind against him. Your ass bouncing as he holds the blade against your throat. Just when you thought it couldn’t feel any better, your cunt clenched tight around his dick, you hear vibration before he slams the wand against your clit. Making you scream, “ah, fuck!”

He lets go of the knife, his hand buries in your hair as he pushes your head down on the pillow, fucking you hard and deep as the headboard slams against the wall. “Fucking scream, you fucking whore. Sucking me in like that just from a knife? Should have found it sooner.” He mumbles and groans as you roll your hips harder.

“Cum in me,” You whimper, muffled against the pillow. “Cum in me, baby.” You plead.

“Fucking hell, how can I say no to my good little bunny?” He stutters before you feel him slam into you even harder, pushing you over the edge as you whine and yell out.

Rafe’s cum pools inside you, spilling out of your cunt as he still pounds you. Fucking you through it and you relax around his cock. “Such a pretty fucking pussy, baby girl. Sooo fuckin pretty with my cum leaking out, nothin like it.”

He pulls out, maneuvering you so you’re on your back. He gathers your cum on his fingers before he sucks them, his eyes rolling back and he flicks on the wand again. “Didn’t think I was just gonna make you cum once, baby. No, I’m gonna make you fuckin squirt.”

Dividers by @eerielamb and @starkeysprincess

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer

5x14 | "Crush"

i love the term “heart shaped” ,everything in my head is heartshaped And soft