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[sematarygirls]

    ﹟ MEEEEEOWWWW.

cop!rafe gives dumb!reader a warning (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

summary: officer cameron has had quite the uneventful night. he’s told to park on a quiet backroad to speed trap, but ends up making a stupid girl give him head instead of making her pay her ticket!

cw : smut, 18+, flirting, teasing, breast play, blowjob, reader is stupid and flirty, she’s a bad driver, lots of ‘like’

a/n : cop!rafe has a 70’s porn stache and that’s final! also i didn’t proof this very well sooooo sorry. also send me hc’s for cop!rafe and dumb!reader if you like them paired together!

officer cameron’s mouth opened wide as he yawned, rubbing his face with his hand. earlier that night he was called to bust a group of teenage delinquents that were t-p’ing their teachers’ home. ‘just go home, guys’ he told them, hands positioned at the top of his vest—and anticlimactically enough, they did, without much fuss.

his second dispatch of the night was at a run-down gas station just outside of town. the cashier, an older, frail-looking man had called 911 in hopes for the cops to detain the homeless man that was loitering out front. rafe explained to the clerk that he wasn’t able to arrest the homeless man because he wasn’t technically doing anything illegal.

“sir, in the state of north carolina its not illegal for him to sit outside a public building. unless you have a no loitering sign posted out front, which,” he glanced toward the two double, glass doors for a moment, “…it looks like you don’t have.” the older man gave him a glare and muttered, “ain’t no wonder why crime rates is goin’ up—they got pretty boys who don’ know nothin’ ‘bout anythin’…”

that was 2 hours ago.

rafe had been told to ‘speed trap’ on a dark, secluded backroad just north of town. he’s been sitting in his black suv for two hours doing absolutely nothing because no one comes down this road anymore. he was most-likely going to bust a couple of horny high-schoolers who parked on the side of the road to have sex—that’s probably about as entertaining as his night will get.

‘there’s jack shit goin’ on…’ he thought to himself before his tired eyes fluttered shut and the back of his head hit the seat. the soft singing voice on the radio was like a lullaby to his exhausted mind, as his breathing slowed and head began to droop to the side.

CLUNK!

the car jolted foward.

“what the fuck!—“ he shouted, his hand already gripping the handle of his door as he twisted around to look behind him. the red glow of his taillights illuminated the sleek, white bmw that had just plowed into the back of his suv. shoving the door open, he stepped out into the warm september air, his boots crunching against the gravel shoulder as he stomped toward the offending vehicle. he barely had time to process his frustration before he was knocking on the driver’s side window, his patience already worn thin.

“roll down your window.” his tone was sharp, authoritative—ready to chew out whatever dumbass had just rear-ended a cop car in the middle of an empty road. the window lowered with an soft-sounding hum, and rafe’s planned berate died on his tongue as he saw the woman behind the wheel.

big, glossy eyes blinked up at him, framed by your thick lashes. plush, overlined lips wobbled into a pout. long, perfectly curled hair cascaded over your bare shoulders, the strands catching the faint glow of his headlights like spun gold.

you were stunning.

you also looked like you were about to cry.

and the first words out of your mouth?

“omg, i think my car is broken?!” you squealed in a high, valley-girl like voice. rafe exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. it was clear to him that it was going to be a long night.

rafe stared at you, blinking slow like he needed a second to process what the hell he just heard. her car was broken? he resisted the urge to laugh. not because it was funny—because it was so damn stupid that it almost knocked the anger right out of him. almost.

his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he tipped his head toward the crumpled front of your clearly expensive bmw. the left headlight was completely busted, shards of glass littering the pavement, and the front bumper had a nice little dent where it had kissed his suv.

“yeah,” rafe deadpanned, arms crossing over his broad chest. “that tends to happen when you slam into a parked car.” your plump lips parted in an exaggerated gasp, manicured fingers flying to your chest like he’d just accused you of murder.

“i did not slam into you mister,” you insisted, shaking your head, curls bouncing with the motion. “like—ugh! i barely tapped you. my car is literally so sensitive.” you flailed her hands toward the bmw, like it was some fragile piece of art instead of a luxury car you clearly couldn’t drive. “i barely even touched the gas, i swear.”

rafe’s patience was hanging on by a thread.

“you were going fast enough to knock my car forward,” he muttered, glancing back at his own vehicle, which had very much been affected by your little “tap.”

you didn’t acknowledge that. instead, you let out a dramatic sigh, you gaze flickering to him like you’d just now noticed he was wearing a police uniform.

“wait—are you, like, a cop-cop?” you voice was drenched in the kind of obliviousness that only came from never having to deal with consequences. you batted your thick lashes, glossy pink lips curving into something dangerously close to a smile. “oh my god, that’s so funny, i thought you were just, like… a guy in a police car.”

rafe shut his eyes for a second. breathed. counted to three.

it didn’t help.

“license and registration,” he gritted out, reaching for the notepad in his belt.

your face fell.

“wait, no.” you reached out, lightly slapping his forearm with both hands like you were scolding him. “you don’t have to do all that. i mean, look at me!” you gestured to yourself, blinking up at him with glassy, bambi-like eyes. “do i look like a criminal?”

rafe arched a brow. “you look like someone who just crashed into a cop car.” you huffed, crossing your arms in a pout, your cleavage very much on display in the low-cut, hot pink crop top you were barely wearing.

“this is actually, like, so sexist of you,” you announced, twisting a loose strand of your hair around your finger. “you’re totally, like… abusing your power or whatever. just because i’m, like, a girl, and i might’ve, like, barely hit you, you wanna give me a ticket?”

rafe had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

“license. and. registration,” he repeated, his voice low, firm.

you groaned, throwing your head back dramatically before shifting in your seat, digging through the mess of designer handbags, receipts, and random makeup products littering your passenger seat.

“ughhh, fiiiine. but, like, can i just say—this is actually so embarrassing for me right now?” you tossed a loose curl over your shoulder, sending him a look. “you’re, like, totally ruining my night.”

rafe exhaled a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “same to you, honey.”

officer cameron waited, watching as you dug through the mess in your passenger seat, tossing aside random receipts, lip gloss tubes, and what looked like a small, sparkly dog sweater.

he was this close to losing it.

finally, with a triumphant little gasp, you pulled out a thick booklet and shoved it toward him, flashing a proud, dead serious look.

“is this it?” you asked, nearly pouting.

rafe stared at the object in your hands.

the car manual.

he dragged a slow hand down his face. fuckin’ hell.

“no.” his voice was flat. so, so flat.

your perfect brows furrowed, lips pushing into a pout as you flipped the manual open, like you were actually about to prove him wrong.

“are you sure?” you flipped another page, scanning it with intense focus. “because, like, it totally has stuff about the car in it. like, see?” you turned the booklet toward him, pointing at a diagram of an engine. “that’s my engine.”

rafe let out a slow, controlled exhale through his nose.

“that’s the manual. i need the registration.”

you blinked up at him. “okay, well, what does that look like?”

his patience snapped. “you don’t know what a registration looks like, but you had this ready to go?” he tapped the thick booklet still clutched in your manicured hands.

you huffed, rolling her eyes. “well, yeah. it was, like, in the glove thingy. and it’s literally about my car, so—why wouldn’t that be it?”

rafe tipped his head back, staring at the sky like it might grant him the strength to deal with this girl.

you were still flipping through the damn manual, nodding like you’d just cracked a code. “oh! maybe it’s this part. it says ‘registration’ right here—”

he glanced down.

you were pointing at a section about registering the fucking bluetooth.

rafe actually laughed this time—a sharp, disbelieving sound as he braced both hands on the edge of your window, leaning in a little too close, his eyes burning into yours.

“you’re kidding,” he muttered. “you have to be kidding.”

you looked up at him, wide-eyed, genuinely confused. “why would I be kidding? i literally don’t joke about stuff like this.”

of course you didn’t.

rafe’s jaw ticked as he straightened up, rolling his shoulders back. this was a waste of time. he should’ve just written you up and sent you on your way—but something about you? it was entertaining. infuriating. and maybe, just maybe… kind of fun.

“move over,” he ordered.

you blinked. “huh?”

rafe gestured toward the passenger seat. “move. i’ll find it myself.”

your lips parted in outrage. “you can’t just, like, get in my car!”

he smirked, slow and lazy, hands braced on his belt. “i can when the driver is too incompetent to find her own registration.”

you gasped, offended. “did you just call me incompetent?”

“yeah, sweetheart.” he opened the door. “now, move.”

rafe barely had the door open before you huffed dramatically and shimmied over to the passenger seat, arms crossed tight over your chest. the movement made your light gray sweatpants ride low on your hips, the little rhinestone “JUICY” across the back catching the glow of his headlights. your hot pink crop top clung to you like a second skin, dipping low enough to keep rafe’s eyes very distracted—not that he’d ever admit it.

you popped your gum, blowing a big, obnoxious bubble before snapping it back between your teeth with a loud crack.

rafe clenched his jaw.

this girl was going to kill him.

sliding into the driver’s seat, he scanned the absolute disaster zone that was your car. the smell of vanilla body spray and expensive leather filled his nose as he shifted through the chaotic mess of designer bags, old coffee cups, and random beauty products littering the center console.

“fuck,” he muttered, pushing aside a half-empty bottle of baccarat rouge 540 like it was a crime scene. “you live in here?”

you gasped like he’d just insulted your entire bloodline.

“excuse me?” you whipped around in your seat, long hair spilling over your shoulder. “this is, like, so rude. my car is literally clean.”

rafe held up a crumpled chick-fil-a bag he’d just unearthed from under a louis vuitton tote.

you waved a dismissive hand, chewing your gum even louder. “okay, well, i got that, like, yesterday.”

he arched a brow. “so?”

“so, that means it doesn’t count.”

rafe exhaled through his nose, deciding not to engage in that particular brand of insanity.

instead, he yanked open the glovebox and—finally—there it was. the damn registration. crinkled, barely legible, but it was there.

he snatched it up, flashing it in your face like a trophy. “this. this is your registration.”

you blinked, blowing another big, dramatic bubble before snapping it again.

“okay, well, like, how was i supposed to know that? it literally looks like all the other papers.”

rafe let out a slow, painfully controlled breath, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles went white.

with a sharp exhale, he exited your vehicle and stalked back toward his suv, pulling the driver’s side door open with more force than necessary. sliding into his seat, he braced his elbows on the center console, rubbing a hand down his face before flipping open his ticket book. the dim glow from his dashboard illuminated the small slip of paper in his hand as he scribbled down your information. his pen scratched against the ticket book, each stroke slow and deliberate—not because he needed extra time, but because he knew you were waiting.

and you were impatient.

he could see you through the rearview mirror, still sitting pretty in your tiny pink crop top, tapping your long, manicured nails against the steering wheel. every few seconds, you’d huff, shifting in your seat, chewing your gum obnoxiously loud.

rafe smirked.

you were so fucking bratty.

finally, he tore the ticket from the book with a slow rip, taking his time as he slid out of his car and made his way back to your open car door.

you immediately perked up, your big doe eyes locking onto him as he leaned down, leaving his right hand on the top of your car.

“ugh, finally,” you groaned, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “i thought i was gonna like, die of boredom.”

rafe chuckled, shaking his head. “tragic,” he murmured, then held out the ticket. “here. make sure your daddy’s card doesn’t decline.”

you snatched it from his hand, rolling your eyes—but when you looked down at the amount, your jaw dropped.

“wait—WHAT?!” you screeched, shaking the paper in his face. “you’re, like, literally joking. there is no way you’re charging me this much!”

rafe just smirked, leaning in closer.

“speeding, reckless driving, and hitting a cop car?” his voice was low, smug. “sounds about right.”

you huffed, your nails scraping against the paper as you dramatically threw your head back. “ugh! this is sooo unfair!”

then, suddenly, you paused. your lips pursed, eyebrows furrowing—and rafe could see it happening. that little spark of mischief, the way you scanned his face, glossy pink lips slowly curling into a smug little smirk. you had an idea.

“you wouldn’t want my daddy to be mad at me, right?” you said sweetly, biting your lip, lashes fluttering up at him. “‘cause like, that’d be really bad of you.”

your fingers toyed with the hem of your crop top, pulling it down ever so slightly—just enough to make his gaze flicker, just enough to remind him how tight it was stretched across your perfect, perky tits.

rafe exhaled slowly through his nose, his jaw tightening. “you really think that’s gonna work?” he muttered, though his voice was noticeably rougher now. your smirk only widened. you leaned in, so close he could smell your sweet perfume and the bubblegum on your breath.

“can’t i, like…pay for this in a different way?” you murmured, your voice dripping with fake innocence, fingers trailing up the front of his uniform, playing with one of the buttons.

rafe’s gaze dropped to your lips—your glossy, plump, parted lips—and for a split second, he let himself imagine it. you, on your knees. looking up at him all needy and desperate, your bratty little attitude gone as you sucked his hard cock, choking as he forced you to deepthroat him.

“you’re out of your damn mind,” he muttered, eyes still maintained on your lips.

despite every reason to shut this down—your spoiled attitude, your blatant bribery, the fact that you’d just crashed into his damn car—he found himself rooted in place, his pulse thudding a little too hard, a little too fast.

your fingers were still playing with his uniform buttons, long nails scraping just lightly enough to send a chill down his spine. you knew exactly what you were doing.

your lips parted as if you were going to say something else—maybe another whiny complaint, maybe another suggestion for how you could make this ticket disappear—but before you could get the words out, he reached up, gripping your chin between his fingers.

the playful smirk vanished from your face. your lashes fluttered, lips parting slightly as you stared up at him, your usual bratty confidence flickering under the weight of his stare.

“sweetheart,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth, just barely grazing your bottom lip. “you crash into a cop car, you pay the fine,” rafe continued, voice low, gravelly, his blue eyes darkening as he tipped your chin up further. “that’s how it works.”

you swallowed, your throat bobbing under his grip. then, suddenly, you let out a soft giggle. you tilted your head, nipping at the tip of his thumb before flashing him a sly, knowing smile

“or,” you whispered, your voice breathy, tempting, “you could just let it slide…” your giggle was soft, sweet—too sweet.

rafe went still. for a split second, he just stared at you, his grip tightening around your chin as the words sank in. you were bratty. you were spoiled. just so damn obvious.

and yet, he could feel the heat creeping up his neck, the urge to call your bluff pressing down on him like a weight.

his jaw ticked, his eyes flickering to the empty road, the pitch-black stretch of kildare that nobody ever drove down this late. the only sound was the soft whistle of the crickets in the distance, the occasional whisper of wind through the trees.

nobody was around.

nobody would see.

his eyes snapped back to you.

before you could react, rafe’s hand dropped from your chin, and instead, he began undoing belt. “better get to fuckin’ work then, hun.” he muttered, voice heavy with lust.

you gasped, eyes widening at the sight. his thick, hard cock sprung out of his trousers, now eye-level with you.

rafe just stared down at you, his chest rising and falling. he gripped your jaw and brought it towards his red-tipped dick, pressing it onto your glossy lips.

rafe swore he’d seen the smallest smirk on your lips before your mouth parted, inviting him in. his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as your hand came up to hold him steady at his base, cock going deeper into your throat with every lick.

gaining confidence, your movements became more fluid, bobbing your head onto his length with ease—like you were a pro at this, giving cops head to avoid paying tickets.

“fuck.” rafe groaned, throwing his head back in bliss, guiding the back of your head with his left hand. his right hand came down to your tube top, forcing it down to reveal your tits. you giggled on his cock, using your free hand to make a show of squeezing and playing with your boobs for him to watch.

“you’re such a fuckin’ slut…. givin’ a cop head so you don’t have to pay for ticket…” he humorlessly chuckled, gripping your hair tighter as he thrusted into your mouth faster.

spit bubbles were falling from the corners of your mouth, dripping onto the white leather of the drivers seat. he leaned down, grabbing a handful of your tit, massaging it as he groaned.

you stared up at him with doe-like eyes, silently begging for his cum. he recieved the message, grabbing your face with both of his hands, fucking your mouth at a fast pace.

gulg gulg gulg

your mouth made the explicit noise as you impulsively moaned around his member, scratching at his wrists, almost at your limit.

“shit—gonna cum all over that pretty face—“ rafe moaned, pulling out of your throat, jerking himself off, other hand forcing your mouth open wide.

his hot cum spurted out in white ropes, landing on various places of your flushed face. his movements on his cock slowed, as he gained his sense of reality back.

he looked down at your cum-cover face—laughing when he saw the bimbo-like look in your eyes.

“well,” he started, putting himself back into his trousers, grabbing a couple of napkins from the inside of your door. he wiped his white semen off of your face, making you giggle. “i guess i could let you off with a warning, instead.” he smirked, giving your red face a light slap.

<3

[trashytracktales]

ok but you know what would be hot too? dry humping with lando in his driver room and making him cum in his racing suit before he has to go back to do his media duties

My boy would be absolutely useless afterwards. Zoned out, still feeling the way you rolled your hips against him. He’d be shifting from one foot to the other, his entire body buzzing, trying to recenter himself but failing miserably, because all he can think about is how he’s still sensitive. And he wants more.

Idk why, but I have this specific interview in mind... 😗

[sematarygirls]

⠀     ⠀   ⠀♯┆Mean!Pogue!Reader Tweets.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

notes .ᐟ   as requested, more tweets for the masses. also ik i made a typo on the topper slide, but i don't feel like fixing it, so 😓

tags .ᐟ   @starkeysprincess / @cometmultiverse / @lovemesailor / @all4l0vee / @kissesfrmriri / @bradshawed / @rafeslittleangel / @bakugouswaif / @fakedhearts / @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 / @ltristessedureratoujours / @ethanthequeefqueen /

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[joyxande]

♡

[yumikotamori]

[lelouch]

did yall notice that with the wins emilia perez got, no member of staff talked about the problems our country has and they used for shock value? no talks about the femicides, about the transphobia, about the deeply difficult topic of people disappeared by the narco or the corruption in México? 🤔

[thejudeduarte]

Hey y'all. Oathbound by Tracy Deonn is releasing tomorrow (shitting myself) and I've waited way too long for this just to get spoiled so I'm gonna be taking a break from tumblr for the foreseeable future untill I finish this book since I'm avoiding spoilers like the plague and I don't trust y'all enough on here I'm so sorry 🙏 my copy is being shipped to my house on the 13th (what the fuck) so should be back in a few weeks unless I find a copy to read online/it comes early (an absolute miracle)

I will see you once I'm finished. I am NOT gonna be the same when I come back so just know I'm gonna be a changed (traumatised) woman when I return

[tonycries]

Ino pulling his beanie down to hide his blush while i ride him and me yanking that shii off to see his pretty face and kissing him stoobid

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FAWKKKK THAT'S HOT ☝🏽

[pinkcarabiner]

"i think women should be meaner!!" you can't even handle leg hair

[sematarygirls]

    ﹟ WANT  THAT.  NEED  THAT.  GOTTA  HAVE  THAT. THIS  IS  SO  HOT  IM  OBSESSED !!

ᡣ ‘ ˋ ⑅ 𐭩 ⠀⠀🐄 ̩̩͙ meet @ cowboy ! rafe. ˚ ᩙ ⠀⠀⠀📒⠀⠀

thinkin’ bout me by morgan wallen ⠀͙ࣳ #𓂃⠀⠀“ womanizer, no-attachments kind of guy, hard work working, chronic horse love, whiskey after a long day, marlboro red, dirty knuckles, blue jeans, one night stands, flirtatious attitude, the west’s playboy, rough li’l stuble, white cowboy hats. best paired with sweetgirl!reader

❜୧. cowboy!rafe whose notorious for his constant one night stands. a quick shitty dinner at some restaurant but slips out of bed before the woman wakes up. it’s a constant struggle not to end up on a woman’s bad side. but yet, it all changes when he met the prettiest girl ever,you. but yet, you shows no interest. and your daddy would not let the man breath in the same air as you for as long as he lives. and you knows that. and he does too, but whatever you did—you put him under your spell.

[trashytracktales]

I can definitely imagine Lando or Ollie maybe Pepe with a short girlfriend with a lot of attitude and independence. Like one moment she's cooking but she needs something from the top shelf and she's climbing on the counter top to grab it then to ask for help, or just scratching the driver back with her manicure but still giving attitude.

It's just scratching my brain sorry for it

Personally, I am so SOFT for height differences. As a 1.50 girlie, I deserve a 1.80 easily EASILY!!

Should we elaborate? I wanna elaborate. Let me elaborate. I feel like their reactions to short!reader attitude would be different, but somehow they would end the same way OOP.

Lando • he leans back against the counter, arms crossed, bedroom eyes locked in. Doesn’t say a word, just smirks, because it low-key turns him on. It takes a bit for her to notice, but when she does, all the attitude is out the window. And, like, valid. Who would resist these eyes 😧

Ollie • taken aback, wondering if they’re about to fight or kiss. Or... both at the same time. And instead of backing off, he pushes for more, poking the bear (got it? hehe) just to see how much further she’ll go.

Pepito • now, he IS the sweetest man alive… until he’s not. I mean, I see him as such a soft spoken person, but if you give him attitude, he will give you some back. The duality of this man... RAHHH!!

[sematarygirls]

meanpogue!reader visiting Barry cuz duh that’s her home girl and then sees rafe and then boom they’re at each others throats and Barry have to get them to stop fighting?

♯┆Barry Stops Mean!Pogue!Reader &&. Rafe's Fight.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎barry is sick and tiredddddd of them ‎‎ ‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎WARNINGS . . . drugs, suggestive content.   ̼ ₊

THE MUSK OF weed and sweat hung heavy in the air of Barry's trailer, surrounding the two of you like a perfume as you sat on his couch with your legs slung over his lap. A joint was settled between his lips as you two mindlessly watched a comedy movie, occasionally passing the joint back and forth.

“You hear what went down at the bonfire?” you asked, glancing over at him as he took a drag before passing it over to you. You took it, the movement natural. Barry had been your friend—and fuck buddy—for years. He was a dick sometimes, but he gave good advice and was always there to hang out when you were having a bad day. Plus, he was better in bed than one would expect.

Barry grinned lazily, his head rolling to the side to look at you, gold tooth glinting in the dull light. “Yeah, heard you dropped Thornton on his ass. ‘Bout time someone did.”

“Your little kook boyfriend was there," you teased, blowing out a puff of smoke as Barry ran his hands along your bare legs, trailing upwards.

Barry scoffed, shaking his head and reaching over to snatch the joint back. “The fuck you talkin’ about?”

You smirked, watching him as he placed the joint back between his lips. “You and Rafe Cameron spend a whole lotta time together for two people who don’t fuck.”

Barry rolled his eyes, giving your thigh a squeeze. “Only person I’m fuckin’ is sittin’ in my lap runnin’ her mouth.”

You laughed, your head falling back against the pillow behind you. The warmth on your thigh was familiar, comforting even. Your high was making you feel more relaxed, your body heating up as his hand ran slightly higher in a way that was extremely welcome.

Just as Barry's fingertips grazed the edge of your shorts, the sound of a purring engine rolling up outside cut through the air. Barry groaned, head lolling back. “Fuckin’ hell. Who the fuck?”

“Your customers are real cock blockers,” you huffed, rolling your head to the side to see who would come barging in. Your relaxation seemed to completely evaporate as the door swung open and Rafe Cameron walked in, wearing that same entitled demeanor.

Your eyes narrowed as you sat up, pulling your legs from Barry's lap, so you could properly glare at him. “The fuck you doing here, Cameron?" You scowled.

“I wasn't aware you were fucking the local drug dealer,” Rafe snorted, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Don't let me stop you," he smirked.

Barry's eyes flickered to you, a warning in his gaze. You weren't supposed to interfere with business, then Barry wouldn't be so kind, but when it came to Rafe, you couldn't help yourself. “Like you don’t come crawling to him every time you need your next fix,” you shot back, tilting your head, daring him to deny it.

That hit a nerve. His smirk fathered, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “Watch your mouth, pogue.” That word. That fucking word. Like it meant you were beneath him. Like he wasn’t standing here, in the Cut, doing some shady shit with a shady dealer.

You stood up from the couch in one smooth motion, your body coiled with tension, every nerve in your system screaming at you to put Rafe in his place. You felt the heat of the high mixing with the anger rising in your chest, and you weren't going to let him get away with talking down to you, not in your friend's home.

Before you could take a step forward, Barry's hand closed around your wrist, tugging you back onto the couch. “That's enough,” he warned you, his voice sharp—a tone he hardly ever took with you.

“Yeah, call off your bitch, Barry," Rafe sneered, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Alright, get the fuck out,” Barry told him, standing up. Your eyes widened. Barry had defended you to nosey and leering customers before, but he never dared kick them out. It made your panties damp as you watched it unfold. “Come back when you've cooled the fuck down, but you're not gonna disrespect my girl in my house.”

Rafe's jaw clench, clearly not having expected Barry to take your side. He took a breath, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Look, just give me my shit, Barry. I need it,” he said, fishing some hundred dollar bills from his back pocket.

Barry's eyes narrowed as he watched Rafe, his stance tense, but his voice remained calm. “You think I’m just gonna give it to you after you come in here talkin’ like that?” He took a step forward, towering over Rafe, his presence demanding authority. “Nah, man, you need to learn some fuckin' respect.”

“Fuck you, man,” Rafe scoffed, his hands balling into fists at his side. You half-thought he might push it, maybe start a fight, but everyone in the room knew that Barry would pull a gun on his country club ass faster than he could throw a punch. “Whatever,” he mumbled, turning and storming out, letting the door slam behind him.

“Fuckin' junkie," you muttered, leaning back against the couch and crossing your arms, your mood obviously soured.

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tags .ᐟ   @cometmultiverse / @lovemesailor / @all4l0vee / @kissesfrmriri / @bradshawed / @rafeslittleangel / @bakugouswaif / @fakedhearts / @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 / @ltristessedureratoujours / @ethanthequeefqueen /

[realpeachgirl]

My dream cars omggg /ᐠ. ｡.ᐟ\ᵐᵉᵒʷˎˊ˗

[etrrrnal]

I need friends sm :(

[frankiethedarkangel]

Could you write one about tentacle monsters? 🎀

Oh absolutely I can

Your tentacle monster roommate who wants to fuck you.

When you’re only in a tshirt and panties around the house it drives him wild. He tries so hard to resist touching you. He’ll occasionally run one of his tentacles up your leg “innocently” just to feel your soft skin.

Watching your tits freely bounce around one day was enough for him to do something about his desires. He wrapped one of his tentacles around your waist and pulled you into him. Running his slimy tentacles up your shirt making you squirm at the contact.

Slipping another tentacle into your panties, he attached his suckers to your ass leaving circle shaped bruises. Slowly he makes his way forward to your pussy and teases you with slow circles with his slimy tentacle. Your juices mixing with his slime.

Carefully he starts to press his tentacle into your pussy. Stretching you open more and more the farther he slides it in. Slowly pumping one tentacle in and out of you as the others tighten their grips around you.

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