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[poguesprincess]

okay i feel to write tonight sooo can u guys give me some thoughts on ani (or rafe ..)

#♥︎ chatting ! #anakin skywalker #rafe cameron #anakin skywalker x reader #rafe cameron x reader

[poguesprincess]

i’m properly obsessed with this????

INTRODUCING… LEOPARD!READER!

just because she’s a pogue doesn’t mean she can’t be the coolest chick in the obx. chunky gold earrings, leopard print everything, jeans that don’t fit her, black lace, dark red nails, whether it be acrylics she saved up for or just polish.

she’s constantly using her pretty privilege to get her way, big dilated eyes and slow flirty blinks to reel in unsuspecting tourons at keggers before pocketing their wallets.

of course her unexpected fast pace and insanely high stamina keeping things interesting when nobody can keep up with her after stealing whatever shit the pogues need. she’s a natural at jumping over fences, walls, whatever.

she’s got very quick temper, gritting her sharp canines a little too hard if someone says something about someone she loves, dropping her chill girl persona, fighting dirty n not stopping till she’s physically ripped away, then fighting whoever pulled her off.

massive oral fixation, sinking her teeth into anything on instinct, pretty much always chewing on her necklaces, knawing on her acrylics, or leaving indents in her man’s arm, he loves it really.

animal lover, given names to all the local stray cats and dogs and tries to feed ‘em every day, they all know where to go.

when you pass her house on certain morning she’s outside with all the forgotten strays, kneeling as she feeds them scraps of meat and it’s probably the happiest she’s ever looked.

which boy would she be most compatible with?

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@junekicks @juniebugg @hewwokitti @vaisoric @prettys0bbing @princessmaybank @poguesprincess @redhead1180 @maiiuelle @lustnluv @kraekat29 @forstarkey @pudyrankow @heartsforvin

#♱.⁺ baby’s recs! #she’s literally me #and i think all the boys would be on their knees for her #but she’d walk #john b #like DOG

[poguesprincess]

content warning: cheating. i do not in any way condone or endorse this behavior. this is purely fantasy. i suppose this is sort of modern!anakin, but thats up to you guys.

♱ ‧₊˚ “don’t even think about answering.”

bent over his couch, anakin skywalker scowls disapprovingly while he pistons his dick into you. his metal arm holds you up by your hair as you stare at the incoming call from your boyfriend. ex-boyfriend. situationship? him. whatever it was. but, fucked out and still angry with him, you ignore the man fucking you from behind and click on the blaring green answer button. anakin swears from behind you.

it takes a second for you to say something. he slows his thrusts when the call connects, the stretch of his cock rendering you speechless. you can faintly hear him mumbling behind you, praises and insults and all that a man spews when he’s pussy-whipped and his dick is wet. “take this dick, baby, shit.” you’d roll your eyes at him if anything anakin related didn’t make you pathetically horny. it takes quite literally everything in you to speak, and your voice still shakes, “what the fuck do you want?”, and as if to spite you, anakin picks up the pace again. lip bitten, you turn back to look at him— the expression you flash him morphing from warning to pleasure, the moans and whimpers you’re trying oh so hard to keep in threatening to spill when the hand gripping your hair slides down your back and to your clit.

“i just wanna talk.” anakin sputters a short laugh. “are you with someone?”

you ignore his question, “now you want to talk?” the two of you go back and forth, and anakin props his leg up on the armrest of his couch to fuck you deeper. you were doing good until then.

“—cause you’re a fucking asshole, that’s— ah—“

your hand snaps over your mouth and the line quiets for a moment before it clicks for the boy on the other side of the phone what’s going on. “are you fucking someone right now?” anakin makes a point to thrust harder, and you mewl out a pathetic little “no?” as the hand on your clit speeds up, and you forget you’re supposed to be pretending you’re not getting your guts rearranged. you’re caught. you’re caught, but not an inch of you cares, not when you’re being fucked out for your life, pleasure rippling so intensely it makes your arms weak and you drop, held up only by one of anakins arms on your hip, your hand desperately pressed to his thigh. “ani, don’t fucking stop, oh my god!”

the call drops, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in your phone screen as a video call flashes in place of it. sweaty, panting, eyes crossed, skin rippling as anakin pounds his cock into you with no remorse, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. you look filthy. anakin is no help either, not with his unending comments. i fuck you better, don’t i, baby? he doesn’t deserve you. thats right, take it. been too long since you’ve had some good cock, huh? bouncing roughly with each of his thrusts, your head bobs as you search for eye contact with the boy behind you. you tremble as your orgasm nears, and your finger slips. you don’t hear whatever he’s screaming at you, not a single word, knees gravitating towards each other as pleasure takes over. anakin snatches the phone from you, panting from exertion, and makes a face as he peers down at the screaming man on the other end of the call. you claw at his thigh to try warn him, but your orgasm hits you too fast, too hard, and anakin revels in the thought that you’re cumming on his cock for someone else to listen to.

“do better next time, man.”

[poguesprincess]

why is justin bieber moaning so much in right here and who let him?

#♥︎ chatting ! #literally never noticed it before #now im horny as fuck in class

[poguesprincess]

im horny (whats new) so tonight’s thought is about construction worker jj 💭 who always just happens to run in to you on your way to work .. sweaty and grimy and glowing from the sun …. begs you to let him sit in the car for some ac for a bit because its so hot and he’s been hauling all day, when really he just wants to spread you open from across the passengers seat and bury his face in your cunt (he claims he’s thirsty)

#♥︎ chatting ! #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #hes so hot

[poguesprincess]

content warning: cheating. i do not in any way condone or endorse this behavior. this is purely fantasy. i suppose this is sort of modern!anakin, but thats up to you guys.

♱ ‧₊˚ “don’t even think about answering.”

bent over his couch, anakin skywalker scowls disapprovingly while he pistons his dick into you. his metal arm holds you up by your hair as you stare at the incoming call from your boyfriend. ex-boyfriend. situationship? him. whatever it was. but, fucked out and still angry with him, you ignore the man fucking you from behind and click on the blaring green answer button. anakin swears from behind you.

it takes a second for you to say something. he slows his thrusts when the call connects, the stretch of his cock rendering you speechless. you can faintly hear him mumbling behind you, praises and insults and all that a man spews when he’s pussy-whipped and his dick is wet. “take this dick, baby, shit.” you’d roll your eyes at him if anything anakin related didn’t make you pathetically horny. it takes quite literally everything in you to speak, and your voice still shakes, “what the fuck do you want?”, and as if to spite you, anakin picks up the pace again. lip bitten, you turn back to look at him— the expression you flash him morphing from warning to pleasure, the moans and whimpers you’re trying oh so hard to keep in threatening to spill when the hand gripping your hair slides down your back and to your clit.

“i just wanna talk.” anakin sputters a short laugh. “are you with someone?”

you ignore his question, “now you want to talk?” the two of you go back and forth, and anakin props his leg up on the armrest of his couch to fuck you deeper. you were doing good until then.

“—cause you’re a fucking asshole, that’s— ah—“

your hand snaps over your mouth and the line quiets for a moment before it clicks for the boy on the other side of the phone what’s going on. “are you fucking someone right now?” anakin makes a point to thrust harder, and you mewl out a pathetic little “no?” as the hand on your clit speeds up, and you forget you’re supposed to be pretending you’re not getting your guts rearranged. you’re caught. you’re caught, but not an inch of you cares, not when you’re being fucked out for your life, pleasure rippling so intensely it makes your arms weak and you drop, held up only by one of anakins arms on your hip, your hand desperately pressed to his thigh. “ani, don’t fucking stop, oh my god!”

the call drops, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in your phone screen as a video call flashes in place of it. sweaty, panting, eyes crossed, skin rippling as anakin pounds his cock into you with no remorse, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. you look filthy. anakin is no help either, not with his unending comments. i fuck you better, don’t i, baby? he doesn’t deserve you. thats right, take it. been too long since you’ve had some good cock, huh? bouncing roughly with each of his thrusts, your head bobs as you search for eye contact with the boy behind you. you tremble as your orgasm nears, and your finger slips. you don’t hear whatever he’s screaming at you, not a single word, knees gravitating towards each other as pleasure takes over. anakin snatches the phone from you, panting from exertion, and makes a face as he peers down at the screaming man on the other end of the call. you claw at his thigh to try warn him, but your orgasm hits you too fast, too hard, and anakin revels in the thought that you’re cumming on his cock for someone else to listen to.

“do better next time, man.”

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[poguesprincess]

i haven’t been super active but what’s on my mind is JJ Maybank x curly haired girl.

(I have curly hair)

he finds out pretty quickly he can’t exactly run his hands through it without you complaining that he got his hand caught or that he’ll ruin your perfectly good curl clumps and make them frizzy.

He loves pulling on the more bouncy curls gently and watching them jump back up into shape. He also loves twirling them around his finger but most of the time he curls in the opposite direction and he makes it all frizzy, which gets him scolded by you.

He loves when you take your time out of the week to style and wash your hair, how it’s a whole ritual, when his entire shower routine is probably a 5-in-1 shampoo, body wash, toothpaste, lotion, and conditioner 😭

#sighs dreamily #curly girls rise #and i know he’d make you do your hair routine on him #and wouldnt shut up about it ever #uses your expensive products because he likes how it makes his hair soft #cant stop thinking

[poguesprincess]

♱ ‧₊˚ cuddles with anakin skywalker aren’t exactly typical.

the boy struggles to contain himself. the minute you’re close in proximity, he feels the urge to bury himself in you as deep as he possibly can, nestle his fat cock in your warmth and use it as he pleases. and he does try, you have to give him credit, to appease you, when you beg him for cuddles. he just always seems to get his way. a tangled mess of limbs, he inches you slowly until you’re halfway on top of him, metal arm gripping the fat of your hip like a vice as he trails his fingers under your waistband. you can hear him mumble something about taking it off.

“no, ani. cuddles.” is all you muster, face pressed against his chest, voice light and airy from the way his ministrations tickle you. “please, baby, just— just the tip.”

you can’t deny him, especially not when he sounds the way he does, deep and gravelly and genuinely desperate for it. its not often anakin asks for things, yet alone so nicely. he maneuvers your leg over to the other side of his waist, metal fingers slipping past the barrier that’s your underwear, a soft and pleased grunt escaping him from the privilege of just touching you. he feels spoiled, truly.

by the time both of your clothes are discarded, and he’s hoisting your hips just above the tip of his cock, he’s already forgotten his promise, guiding your sinking hips down despite your protests, hips wiggling with anticipation, just so excited to finally be inside you again. he’s got you to the base, face buried in his neck, and he whispers to you as he practically massages his dick right where you need it most. “that’s it, let me take care of you. ‘know i said just the tip, but i couldn’t help myself. you’re not mad, are you?” while you’re practically a dummy on his flagpole of a cock, taking every one of his soft thrusts with gentle ah, ah, ah’s as you drool onto his chest. he caresses your hair out of your face, eager to see your expression as he makes you cum.

he rolls his hips up slowly one, two, three times, abdomen flexing, and its enough to make you shake on top of him, sputtering and babbling as your orgasm takes over, his thrusts even and unwavering as he fucks you through it, even as he chases his own high. he needed this to last as long as possible before you made him pull out of you again.

“ani— too much.” you manage, pushing yourself up against his chest as you try to run away from his dick, but he pushes you back down, “shh, shh, please, wanna cum inside. just let me stay inside.”

it was clear to you now, anakin was bad at cuddling, and keeping his own promises.

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[poguesprincess]

i should be doing my assignments but i want to write about PISS!!!

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[poguesprincess]

craving this bad right now :(

♱ ‧₊˚ you find it hard to focus when jj maybank is talking— or more accurately, ranting.

he’s frantic, pacing, rambling on and on about something you’re not entirely listening to, something about gold? the details were hazy. sat on the couch, the only thing you can seem to focus on is the way his hips sway, accentuated by the low-hanging sweats he’s sporting, his self-made muscle tank billowing as he walks, giving you sight to his toned abdomen. he’s slightly sweating, hair tousled, and— he’s stopped.

“are you even listening to me, man?” he’s not annoyed, you don’t think. disappointed, maybe. you try your hardest to look up at him, to open your mouth and say something, but he turns to face you fully, and your eyes are locked on the imprint of his dick in those sweats. you can barely even register the way he tuts at you, chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. wordlessly, he strides towards you, stopping when his hips are only inches away from your face, pushed outwards only slightly to make sure your eyes stay locked on his cock.

a hand makes its way to your hair, stroking gently. then, a tug, and he’s forcing you to look up at him, his gaze dark— face even. it makes you pathetically wet.

“you gonna answer me, or keep gawking at my cock like a little slut?” he says it so softly, you can barely hear it. your brain screams for you to answer him, panicked, but when you open your mouth nothing more than a croak comes out. suddenly, the room is hot— too hot, and your mind is blanking, and you look down at his crotch once more before you lose all sense of self.

your head dips forward, nose brushing his tip through the soft fabric of his sweats, shoving your face into his half-hard crotch. he welcomes it, using the hand already resting on the back of your head to push you further, guide you as you practically nuzzle him. you let out a soft sigh, tongue darting out when your face rubs along the length of him, hands clawing desperately at his thighs. you practically purr as you take in the scent of it, arousal clouding your judgement, mouthing and panting along his erection, desperate to get it into your mouth. you can hear him giggle softly into a moan when you raise yourself to kiss his lower stomach, eyes wide and pleading as you try ease his pants down.

“fuuuck, baby, ‘you wanted to suck me off so bad, you could’a said sum’n.”

#jj maybank prompt #jj maybank

[poguesprincess]

i hate reading fanfic where the reader is so submissive. like the guy we’re reading about is like “go change you look like a slut” and she just giggles and says ok. girl if you don’t beat the shit out of that man

[poguesprincess]

one day i’ll let bff!jj and reader fuck .. not today though

#♥︎ chatting ! #jj maybank #they wont get down for a whileee #soz

[poguesprincess]

please more teasing bff!jj i’m so down bad for him. wanna give him a lap dance and watch his face get all red🤩

luckily for you teasing bff!jj (or any jj) is my brand! i kinda strayed away from the ask a bit but hopefully the point still stands.. here you go sweetheart <3

♱ ‧₊˚ jj maybank is your best friend.

you remind yourself this as you stare at him from across the crowded room. what he’s brought you to doesn’t necessarily constitute as a party, but it’s certainly too large of a crowd to be considered a small gathering. whatever it is, there’s some faint music, drinks, chatter.

he was your best friend, and maybe it was the 2 or 3 odd beers you’d had already, but he looked, for a lack of better words, yummy. like one of your usual boytoys you’d seduce on a night like this. still slightly upset with him from whatever bickering argument the two of you shared in the car before, it also beckoned you to have some fun with him. rile him up. again, the drinks were talking.

which is why you slam down the half empty bottle in your hand on the counter, its contents splashing over your fingers and onto those of whatever boy had been talking your ear off the majority of the night, storming off and away from him without a word. jj catches a glimpse of you, and his focus drifts away from his own conversation. he’s your best friend. you try to remember this.

but, the closer you get, the more it slips your mind, and the more the drinks whisper how good he looks.

“i want to dance.”

“what happened to princess over there?” he points to the boy you were with before, and you not that you now have two men very clearly still annoyed with you.

“not good enough.” his face is full of protest, but he lets you lead him outside anyways, where the music is louder, the crowd is fuller, the consequences are duller. the two of you dance, but it isn’t enough. slipping from under his arm, you hold his hand in yours, back facing him, and your hips sway faster. jj maybank was an easy boy. a boy like other boys. you knew how to get back at him.

he’s hardly paying attention to you until he realizes the gap between you two is closing, his face pinking up at the proximity. jj never really knew how to deal with having a really, really hot best friend. he tried his best to ignore it. but it didn’t change the fact that he was painstakingly attracted to you, and that the girl he’d sworn himself off of was now slowly grinding her ass onto his crotch. chill, he told himself. just chill.

“the fuck are you doing?” are you trying to get me to fuck you?

“dancing?” you bring his hand down and rest it on your hip, encouraging him to take the lead (you knew he couldn’t). you could feel how tense he was, blue eyes boring down between the space where your hips roll against him. you can hear him utter a small fuck, hands shaky as he tries to keep his cool. you turn, and it takes everything in you not to laugh in his red hot face.

“jesus, maybank, is this how you get every time a girl tries to dance with you?” he’s sputtering, too focused on trying to seem normal— collected, in the public space, feet fumbling as he tries to hide his nervousness with his dancing. you’ve never seen him like this before. the thread snaps when you bend over slightly, hands on your knees, and you feel his strong arm grip yours painfully, practically dragging you as he makes his way back to his truck. you struggle to contain your laughter. he’s still red in the face when you turn to look at him, still spilling over his words as he tries to curse you out.

“think you’re funny, huh. real comedian over here.”

“oh, jay, you should see your face!” you’re doubled over at this point, clutching to his bicep, and he’s desperately trying to shove you into the car. “just get in!” he’s frantic, and you assume it’s because he’s embarrassed, but you can’t see the imprint of his hard cock in his jeans if you’re too busy giggling in his truck, rather than in his arms.

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[poguesprincess]

not to plug or anything but this is kind of my brand

need JJ to give ME head while i play fortnite

#♥︎ chatting ! #cant play anything without thinking about him between my legs #and he’d do it too #for hours #jj maybank #jj maybank headcanon

[poguesprincess]

i keep trying to write smut and end up writing angst/comfort, a girl is going through it 💀 anakin drabbles will be a bit delayed i fear

#♥︎ chatting ! #anakin skywalker #because i just want him to hold me tbh

[poguesprincess]

this is seriously making me 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

rafe x latina!reader who backs it up on him teeheheheee

i’m blushing :3

obnoxiously loud trap music blared through the speakers of topper’s house, the intense vibration of the bass, coupled with the multiple shots of tequila you’d taken earlier tantalizing you as your every inhibition ceased to exist in this very moment. your smudged and glossy mouth expanded into a drunken grin as you rolled your lace miniskirt-clad hips, your french manicured nails cascading over your the swells of your perky breasts, tracing the lining of your matching lace bandeau top, its hem neatly wedged underneath the plump curve of your boobs. a tipsy giggle left your lips as you grabbed ahold of kiara’s hand, swaying your hips side to side as you beckoned for her to dance with you.

your cousin had solely accompanied you with the intent to keep a watchful eye over you, she didn’t miss how rafe had kept his bright blue eyes on yours throughout the duration of the night — he’d been the one to invite you to the party, eager to see just how you let loose after your initial introduction just a few weeks prior. much to kiara’s distaste, you had accepted rafe’s invitation with a cheesy smile, of course flaunting your body in the skimpiest outfit you could find. you loved having an excuse to show yourself off like the doll you were, your face painted in glittery and smoky makeup, your wispy eyelashes perfectly curled, blown-out hair perfectly tousled, and swollen lips glossed in dior.

a dramatic gasp escaped your lips as the music continued to vibrate through the speakers, your doe eyes widened in excitement, “kie, s’my favorite song,” you slurred for about the tenth time in an hour, pulling your lips into a pout as you cousin forced a tight-lipped smile at you, “why don’t y’wanna dance with me?” you whined, dismissively rolling your eyes at kie as she parted her lips to spew a lame excuse. your glazed over eyes widened as a cool hand rested firmly against the exposed small of your back, a dopey smile pulling on your glossy lips as rafe came into your hazy line of vision.

flashing his million dollar smile at you, rafe kept the palm of his hand against your warm skin, leaving you a blushy and tipsy mess as he acknowledge kie’s presence with a curt nod of his head, before returning his attention to you as he tapped his ringed finger against your lower back, “what’s wrong, princess — a pretty girl like you, shouldn’t be pouting at a party,” he teased, bringing his bottle of beer to his pink lips as you bit down into the fat of your bottom lip with a coy shrug. rafe’s hand smoothly slid to rest on the curve of your hip as his staggering height leaned in closer to you, his warm breath hitting the shell of your ear, “y’can dance with me, if you want to, mama,” he spoke, loud enough the cut through the music, but low enough for only you to hear.

nodding your head, you rested your small hand on rafe’s flexed arm as you leaned up on the tips of your toes, “only if you let me finish that,” you pointed to his quarter-filled bottle, eager to fill yourself with some more liquid courage as rafe glanced at his bottle, a smirk playing on his lips as he nodded in agreeance, swallowing thickly, his tanned neck adorned by his gold chain that peeked from underneath the collar of his t-shirt.

suddenly, rafe’s hand gently grabbed ahold of your jaw as he angled your head back, a flustered sigh leaving his lips at the sight of you wet and inviting mouth, “stand still, a’ight?” he huffed, his lips parting as he poured the remaining beer from his bottle, straight into your mouth, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip as you held onto his waist, a victorious chuckle escaping your throat as you swallowed down the bitterly frigid liquid. “y’took that shit like a pro,” he praised, a dopey grin painted on his handsomely structured face as you brought your tipsy gaze to meet his, your glossy lips now shining from the stray drips of beer.

swinging an arm around the back of your neck, rafe pulled you in close, his lowly hung eyes meeting kiara’s displeased gaze as you stumbled into his side, “m’gonna take her to dance — i got her tonight,” he decided, craning his neck back to search your eyes for any signs of displeasure, his chest burning with pride as you wordlessly nodded, before excitedly grabbing his large hand and dragging him away from your strictly unamused cousin.

“i love you, kie — besitos!” you called out, quickly mouthing a ‘sorry’ to your cousin before dragging rafe to the nearest corner you could find, your bright eyes widening as you found a dark and secluded corner in the back of topper’s living room.

it only took a few seconds for rafe to spin you so that he leaned against the wall, his long legs spread as he snaked his toned arms around your front, pulling you flush against him. your eager pussy ached at the feeling of his bulge pressed against your ass, the thin lace material of your skirt failing to properly conceal you. this is what it feels like by banks began to hum through the speakers, a content hum vibrating through your supple lips as you slowly rolled your hips to match the rhythm of the song, your nose exhaling a content sigh as you rolled your hips harder against rafe’s clothed-erection.

“shit,” rafe sighs, running a hand over his shaven face as he watches the plush curve of your ass rub perfectly against the thick tip of his achingly hard cock. so much so, that he’d pulled up his shirt, exposing his hard stomach as he held the hem of his shirt between his sharp teeth. “y’so fuckin’ pretty,” he huffs, biting down into the fabric as you rolled your hips just a bit faster, a mischievous smile playing on your smeared and swollen mouth as you leaned the back of your head against rafe’s shoulder, pressing your ass harder against him.

if you continued this, rafe knew that he’d pathetically cum in his pants, placing his heavy hand on your hip in a failed effort to at least, pause your movements. “m’gonna cum, if you keep doin’ that,” he warned, his voice strained as he allowed the hem of his shirt to fall from between his teeth. rafe’s stomach tightened as you looked up at him through your wispy lashes, a bit back moan leaving your lips as you pressed firmly against rafe’s strained cock. shaking his head, rafe flipped the two of you, pushing you up against the wall, mushing his lips against yours in a greedy and sloppy kiss.

“been watchin’ you shake your little ass all night, mama,” he moaned, his breathing heavy as you hiked one of your legs around his waist, your acrylic nails scratching at the buzzed hair at the nape of his neck. rafe mindlessly rolled his hips into yours, his sensitive tip aching at the friction as you bit down into his bottom lip with a throaty moan.

there was a damaged part of you that got off on knowing that you were about to make rafe cameron cum right in his pants. yet, you couldn’t deny the delicious friction that came with his clothed cock pressing right against your wet panty-covered pussy. “keep going, papi, please,” you moaned, swallowing as rafe’s tongue slid flat against yours, his hand now cradling the back of your head as he pressed his forehead to yours, both of you still engrossed in your messy kiss as rafe rolls his hips into yours a few more times, letting out a strained moan into your mouth as you lowered your now jellylike leg.

rafe continued the kiss for a few more seconds as he came down from his high, his blown pupils meeting yours as the two of you shared a knowing laugh. “did me calling you papi, make you cum?” you asked sweetly, your bright eyes wide with anticipation as rafe playfully mushed your cheeks together with one hand, adjusting the hem of your ridden up skirt with the other.

“just don’t call anyone else that, y’understand?” he spoke sternly, thankful for the dark environment of topper’s house as he grabbed ahold of your waist, placing you to stand directly in front of him, concealing the sticky mess he’d left on the fabric of his khakis.

with a blushing smile, you nodded compliantly, “understood, papi.”

now donning a prideful smirk, rafe nods to himself, “m’gonna take you home with me,” he decided, his tone firm as you wordlessly agreed, rubbing your small hand against the warm and sticky patch that darkened rafe’s pants with a shit-eating grin on your face.

#♱.⁺ baby’s recs! #rafe cameron #udnfidjfndhfn #Whats this dropping down my leg..?

[poguesprincess]

been offline, but thank you for 800!!

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