#hope this isn’t too… niche
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gooner rafe is so icky i need him biblically use ME as a fleshlight
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fratboy!rafe who spends his free days fucking a fleshlight, knee deep in porn, thinking about the innocent sweetheart in his lectures who is always biting on her pen and batting her lashes at him.
fast forward to when he finally gets a hold of you, regularly having you round and discovering you’re just as chronically horny as he is. the two of you get super comfortable together, often lazing around his student apartment in just a tshirt and some panties and long socks whilst he’s in one of his classes. he’s not your boyfriend, but you miss him — walking around, bored and horny.
whilst looking for a sweater deep in the back of his closet, you stumble across a torso sex doll— which makes you realise he really is perverted, thinking about the tall boy holding down the doll and fucking it’s tits or bouncing it in his lap had you clenching your thighs — bringing the doll to his bed to have your own fun.
getting totally lost in the moment, you don’t notice rafe arrive home — too busy grinding your messy cunt on the toys fake one, tits pressing together as you whine, thinking about all the times rafe must have rut into it instead of you, potentially thinking of you. he can’t believe what he’s seeing, but humiliation gets the better of him and in a second he’s got you flipped off the toy and onto your back, a hand round your neck.
he’s sweating, because what the fuck — all red in the face as his eyes dart between you and the toy.
“where the fuck did you find this? what are you—”
“i’m sorry, rafe… just horny, wanted to play with your toy…” you bat your glassy eyes at him. he runs a hand through his hair, but then instantly gets to unbuckling his belt.
“shit…”
don’t think it goes unpunished though, the boy standing beside the bed with you laying on your front on top of the toy, legs spread and hole presented for him all whilst he slides his cock into the doll instead, fucking the lubed up hole as you whine, trying to hump back against him — glossy folds printing against his abdomen with each roll of his hips.
“yeah, s’what you fuckin’ get for snooping around. you want this dick? you better work for it, or better yet — get your own fuckin’ toys. not sharin’ you with a bunch of plastic.”
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#anon#gooner!rafe#fratboy!rafe#rafe cameron prompt#hope this isn’t too… niche#i’m projecting cos i lowkey want my own torso doll to… well
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#i just had an idea. hope this isn’t too niche. it’s for all my fellow lucy dacus/chappel roan fans#(lesbians)#lucy dacus#chappell roan
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#hoping this one isn’t too niche 😭#worshitposting#sleep token memes#sleep token#vessel sleep token#sleep token vessel
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cw: sexual content
Someone desperately turned on while also desperately needing to sneeze, but they are only allowed to use your leg and your hand to relieve the urges. Just imagine them, hips splayed over your thigh, rubbing urgently against you, while at the same time helplessly snuffling and wiping their nose all over your hand, completely overwhelmed in their desire for relief from the sensations overtaking their body, whimpering and moaning and begging for more but no, they have to make due which what’s in front of them
#snz#sneeze kink#snz kink#snzblr#snzario#snz thoughts#snzfucker#cw sex#i hope this isn’t too niche of an intersection of interests lol
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Hanzo Shimada x Cole Cassidy
unknown // direct address by lucy dacus // @ bini665 on twitter // idle sympathy by bella porter // @ beau_nicole on instagram // unknown // cowboy like me by taylor swift // @gunnslaughter // the archer by taylor swift // the archer by taylor swift // far gone by bella porter // @d-istyx // jupiter by flower face
#this is my first time doing web weaving so i hope it’s good lol!#web weaving#yeehan#hanzo shimada#cole cassidy#lyrics#overwatch#hanzo x cassidy#hopefully this isn’t like too niche#i have just very recently gotten very into web weaving AND yeehan so yk#gotta combine them#bella porter#the sinking garden posts
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average day at mooby’s
#randal graves#elias clerks#does he have a last name#clerks#clerks 2#view askewniverse#lmao pls i hope this isn’t too niche😭#my art shit
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please this is for SCIENCE (also i’ve never done one of these before so this is a milestone hehehe)
#like everyone has their own journey#i just think my journey is objectively correct#andrew garfield is the perfect peter parker i don’t make the rules#also he’s just like a wonderful person#i hope this isn’t too niche for ppl#andrew garfield#andrew garfield peter parker#the social network#tik tik boom#never let me go#remus lupin
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Darkstalker fans where you at
#darkstalkers#demitri maximoff#my art#i hope this isn’t too niche#i CAN draw things besides Rugal i swear#art wip
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you know the daddy issues are bad when all it takes is a male teacher telling you “good job” to have you crying
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I just placed it y’all, Laura as Nugget sounds exactly like Rudolph the red nosed reindeer from that old animated movie from 1964(?)
#this better not be too niche for y’all I really hope it isn’t#critical role#critical role spoilers#cr oneshot spoilers
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unrelated but -
#my coworker and I manifested this#for the past WEEKS I go to work just for her to do my rolls bc she rolled Blade DAY 1#every time she said ‘ur gonna get him’ only for me to roll arlan 4 times💀#but TODAY#with 2hrs left of the banner and one pass left#I got him#my love#I hope this isn’t too niche and yall play star rail#I never got into genshin so this IS my genshin
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Me after asking my friend who hasn’t left the house in months to go for a walk with me very enthusiastically and telling a different friend who also hasn’t left the house in a while that I’d absolutely love to do something with them when they asked but I’d see about time, knowing full well I’m in absolutely no fit position to keep face enough to go out anywhere with anyone and am, in fact, absolutely loosing it from crippling workload depression and guilt from all the above leaving me in crippling loneliness because the effort of maintaining relationships is wearing down on me substantially and I’m starting to loose faith in the very concept of unconditional love and support:
#it’s exam week can you tell#at least I have my podcasts#and my silly little books#I’m hoping this isn’t too niche and someone else will find it funny#i’m so tired#and extremely touch starved for the record#rant#vent post#goth lit
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two mutuals have the same pfp rn this is like the which one is hikaru game but w two ppl that don’t know each other, have different usernames, and post differently enough that I only notice who it is after I read the post
#half the time I see the pfp and think it’s one mutual and then read the post and I’m like hmm. this doesn’t seem like a thing you would say.#and I check the url and I’m like OH that’s why#eve's thoughts#also. hoping that reference isn’t too niche. I feel like it’s not but maybe I just had a weird experience w that show
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The fig tree analogy haunts me at times I positively do not want it to haunt me
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i feel like a lot of people need to hear this lately but. you gotta stop taking numbers so seriously on the internet
take it from someone who went through that shit first hand. when i was on twitter, the numbers culture there utterly consumed me. it came to a point where no matter what kind of attention i got, it was never enough—because it never compared to “that one time.” i became an asshole who was constantly asking people to retweet, to share, to comment, because i was always chasing the same high from times where my work “blew up.”
it genuinely makes me sad to see so many people falling into the same trap i did. it’s okay to enjoy feedback on something you worked hard on—i’m not saying it isn’t. what you have to be careful of, though, is perceiving low numbers as failure.
just because a piece gets low notes, doesn’t mean your work is bad. it also doesn’t mean people don’t care, or that they aren’t doing enough to help you share your work around. sometimes the algorithm just fucks you over. sometimes the time of day is wrong. sometimes the subject matter is just too niche to catch people’s attention.
i guess what i’m trying to say is give yourself some grace. try and pull yourself free of the mentality of always needing more than you have. your worth is not in the numbers you get, nor are your abilities. this kind of mindset fucked me up for years, and i just hope that some of what i’m saying helps people
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a glass... or two!
sick of seeing his little brother and their best-friend just simply ogle at each other, peter decides to take matters into his own hands.
request for @edmundpevensielover : EDMUND PEVENSIE X READER
LOTS OF FLUFF AND ED AND READER HIDE THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER MAYBE SHE (READER) GETS TRICKED BY PETER (AT THE PEVENSIES' CHRISTMAS PARTY) TO DRINK AND SHE (READER) GETS DRUNK AND MAKES OUT WITH EDMUND AND THEY PRETEND IT DIDN'T HAPPEN AND SUSAN CATCHES THEM MAKING OUT AGAIN.
pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!reader
warning/s: mentions of alcohol and reader being drunk a bit tipsy
genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers (or is it?)
word count: 1.4k
a/n: this has been in my requests for god knows how long, i do apologise for only getting to it now. i did change it up a bit from what anon originally requested, hope that's okay!
How do you make two obviously in love individuals realise their feelings for each other when the said two individuals are also too oblivious for their own good?
That was the same question Peter had going on in his head.
It has been too long.
Way too long since his little brother — Edmund, admitted he has feelings for Y/N — someone he has grown close to over the years, who also happens to be Edmund’s best friend since forever. Also including the fact that same Y/N did the exact same thing Edmund did, only a week later.
Some would say that Peter is in a huff. Jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed as he walks down the halls of the castle towards the library. A bit too niche of a topic for him to be in a huff about — but he's only human after all, and only wants happiness for the two. Gratefully, as a king, he can hide the reason behind his frustration by blaming his duties — claiming they were starting to get too much. People seem to buy it, except for two.
“Peter, are you alright? You’ve been sighing like a mad man since you sat down.”
Lucy’s question only had the young king sighing again, not missing the way Lucy and Susan shared a glance before him.
“It’s those two,” he answers, nodding towards the two figures who had seemed to tuck themselves against each other under one of the castle’s big library shelves.
Both Lucy and Susan follow Peter’s gaze, faux fatigue lacing their shoulders as they watch Y/N and Edmund share fond looks to each other as they immerse into a novel. Y/N was holding the book, conveniently keeping it up between the two of them to read. Edmund had himself stood as support for the young girl who had relaxingly rested upon his chest, his arm behind her — flat against the surface to keep his weight on, allowing both of them to stay upright.
It would be a moment for couples — only if they were one.
“Who do you think will confess first?” Lucy loudly wondered. Although, not too loud to pop the bubble Edmund and Y/N had themselves in. Peter hummed, suddenly alert as if he wasn’t just huffing a few minutes ago. His sisters looked at him, eyes waiting for him to say something.
“What? Isn’t it obvious? I’m sure Y/N will say something first.”
Susan silently scoffs, mouth opening as if someone had just offended her. “Don’t think so lowly of Edmund, would you? I know it’s going to be him.”
“Ed, do you know what colours Peter’s planning for this year?” the young woman asks as she welcomes herself into Edmund’s bedroom. Upon hearing no answer and only the sounds of water running, she assumes he’s still busy giving himself a wash. Thinking he’ll be taking a while, she sits on the four-poster — fussing herself around as she gets comfortable, crossing her legs underneath herself. Relaxing in her seat, she opens the book she had on her hold — continuing where she had left off.
Getting herself lost in the plot, she fails to realise the sound of water stopping nor the fact that Edmund had come out of the washroom and had asked a question himself. It was only when the mattress beneath her dipped did she look up from her page, seeing Edmund looking fresh — wet hair dripping all over his sheets. “You’re not laying down with wet hair, are you?” Y/N asks, eyes narrowing at the sly smile growing on Edmund’s face. “No.” he simply answered, further provoking her as he slowly ascends on to his pillows.
Y/N only sighs, rolling her eyes as she stands up from her position to grab the stray towel the boy had half-mindedly discarded. “Come on,” she says, tapping his thigh lightly, “this way you won’t be waking up tomorrow, complaining about a mind-blowing head ache you have.”
Edmund scoffs at her dramatics, swinging his legs off to the edge of the bed. Y/N settles herself between his thighs, hands under the towel as she carefully dries Edmund’s hair.
He sighs, eyes closing and his hands making its way to her waist. He keeps them there, finding himself getting drowsy at the feeling of Y/N’s fingers through his hair and the soft humming she emits. “I like it when you dry my hair for me,” he whispers, eyes still closed. Y/N laughs softly, giving his hair once last swipe before putting the towel aside. Combing the strands lightly, she finishes her routine with a soft kiss to his head. “I know you do.”
“You’ve really outdone yourself this year, Pete! The party’s amazing!”
Peter laughs, amused at the unnecessary volume Y/N spoke. “I can hear you perfectly you know. No need to shout,” he teases, laughing again at the pout forming on her lips. “Do you know where Edmund went?! I’ve been looking for him all night, I have something to say to him!”
His eyes widen at the girl’s question. Could this finally be it?
As if on cue, Edmund presents himself — although a bit tipsy himself, not as much as Y/N is though. “What’s going on?”
“Ed!” she squeals, wrapping her arms around Edmund’s torso. The boy manages to catch himself from falling, giggling to himself as he too reciprocates the hug. “Oh dear, how many have you had?”
Y/N removed herself from Edmund, hands on her hips as she appears to be deep in thought. Edmund looks at his brother for an answer, only that Peter remains silent. Raising his arms halfway up in the air feigning innocence. She suddenly gasps in her place, quickly spinning around to face Peter. “You gave me two! And then… I think I grabbed another two. And maybe… Idunnoanymore, Ithink…” her words began slurring into each other, earning a chuckle from both brothers. Edmund feels himself slowly sobering up at her antics, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her. “It’s bed time, don’t you think?”
“No… nonono, notyet—”
Peter remains silent from where he had stood himself, not before moving a little further away from where the pair were standing. He watches as Edmund remains calm, a dopy smile on his face as he dotes on you and your blabbing. He mentally pats himself on the back, triumph enveloping him as he hopes his initial plan of getting you together (finally) happens.
“Come on, my love, just a few more steps…” Edmund encourages, guiding his very drunk girlfriend back to his bedroom in one piece.
One day he’ll get Peter’s head for this.
As soon as the door opens — Y/N escapes Edmund’s grasp, almost catapulting herself onto the bed. She relaxes herself, taking a few deep breaths in before sitting back up. “Do you think… they know?” she hiccups, eyes barely open to look at Edmund.
Edmund feels his heart swell at the sight, his eyes giving nothing but love as he slowly helps Y/N get ready for bed. “I don’t think so,” he begins, wiping a damp wash cloth over her face – a hand gingerly placed under her chin to keep her from swaying. “But I do think Peter wants us to quicken up a bit, be together officially. Maybe that’s why he gave you too many to drink.”
She lets out a small huff, a pout on her lips. “But we already are together, Ed. It’s not our fault they remain oblivious.”
“I know, my love. What about we tell them tomorrow? How does that sound? Surprise them during breakfast, hm?”
Y/N laughs, a sound never failing to sound like music to Edmund’s ears. “That’s… good…” yawns break her words apart. Edmund slowly guides her to lay down, ensuring his actions are not too sudden for her to suddenly feel nauseous. “Let’s go to bed then, now, shall we?”
Not even finished with his sentence and Y/N’s were already closed, hands tugging onto the blankets to snuggle herself in further. Edmund smiles, standing up from where he perched onto the edge of the bed to now get himself ready. Right as he enters the washroom, a question is suddenly asked.
“Ed, are you even drunk?”
He just laughs, not having the heart yet to tell you that he had caught on to Peter’s game very early on to the night. Not that he can for your soft snores had followed your question aright after.
thank you so much for reading until the end! as always, leave your thoughts/comments - i love reading them. constructive criticism is appreciated! •.˚⚘ ⋆.*.ゞ
#edmund pevensie#lucy pevensie#peter pevensie#susan pevensie#the chronicles of narnia x reader#edmund pevensie x reader#edmund pevensie x y/n#edmund pevensie one shot#edmund pevensie imagine#edmund pevensie fanfiction#king edmund the just#edmund pevensie ff#wrenwritesed#wrenwrites
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