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umathurwin · 11 days ago

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maybe we could share my mood

rafe cameron x f!reader; nsfw 18+

Summary: Rafe is gonna have a hard time wedging his way into the world of art dealing when his girlfriend is such a horny brat at the worst times. Maybe he'll have to teach her a lesson...

tags, warnings, and more on ao3!

Your hands flew to your elbows the second you heard the air conditioning in the gallery turn on again. Seriously? It had to be below 65 degrees at this point. The minidress you found in your closet was a great idea outside, but the second you realized that this place was apparently a large refrigerator for the artwork displayed, the regret kicked in.

The worst part was Rafe had definitely told you to take a coat before you left. “Take that fake fur Sarah got you last Christmas. It would look great with that dress,” he’d insisted, clearly having been to this gallery before. But you didn’t listen, instead waving him off, grabbing your small purse and heading out.

So when he noticed you shivering and clutching yourself, his eyebrow shot up. “Not giving you my jacket,” he denied before you even opened your mouth, already seeing the request written on your face.

You played through the argument in your head—you would whine, and he would stand his ground with a stern face because no matter how much he loved you and would do anything for you, he wouldn’t lose an argument like this. There was no use in starting with him, so you just inhaled through your nose slowly. “Then how much longer are we gonna be here?”

His mouth tightened. “We just got here. It’s really important to my dad that we come here and make a good impression since he wants to get into the art business.”

“I’ve literally never heard him say a good thing about the art world.”

“It’s to help launder the gold money,” he muttered, glancing around.

You sulked, shifting your weight around on your feet and lulling your head to the side. “Like our cocaine intake isn’t doing a good enough job of that already,” you mumbled.

Rafe lifted an eyebrow, but a little smile peeked through his serious expression. “You try explaining that to Ward.”

The air conditioning unit finally shut off again, leaving only the sound of the chatters echoing around the marble floors. You lifted your shoulders. “Whatever, let’s get this over with.”

His face twisted in confusion at your attitude but he didn’t say anything, mainly because you two were joined by a man you recognized as the curator who greeted you upon arrival. He’d been considerably polite when Rafe introduced you, considering you were not adequately dressed for the weather inside.

“Stanley, hello again,” Rafe smiled, nodded and wrapping his arm around your waist. “You mentioned something earlier that my father had interest in. Do you mind showing us?”

“Not at all! This way,” the curator gestured to another room in the gallery. “It is an authentic DiPont, donated to us by the Arnault family,” Stanley explained, leading the two to a work on the wall.

“Do you mean DuPont?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I do not.”

And yeah, he didn’t. The work on the wall was not from British artist Gainsborough Dupont, but some entirely different person likely using his name’s likeness to the more famous painter in his favor. “What do you think?” he asked, very pointed towards you.

Frankly… it was hideous. The painting was massive and abstract and filled with clashing colors like burnt orange and fuchsia and periwinkle. The lines were disruptive, and the ornate gold trim around the mess wasn’t well-matched to itself. It was too large to reasonably display anywhere in a home even if some color blind person found interest in the mess. Your mouth dropped open to find something nice to say about the work, but you blanked. You had to lie.

“It’s beautiful,” you mustered up, waving your hand around as the men stared at you, but nothing more came to mind.

The curator was unfortunately more clever than you planned for. He detected your insincerity, nodded curtly, and stepped away from the two of you.

Apologies spilled out of your mouth but Rafe was already turning and pulling you to a corner, your sandals nearly scuffing the floor trying to keep up with him.

“What is wrong with you?” he spat, tightening his hands into fists once appropriately in the corner away from the others.

“Babe, that painting was disgusting,” you defended, tilting your head to one side. “I’m sorry! I tried to be nice!”

“Well, you have to try better than that,” he scolded, folding his arms across his chest.

Wow, he was attractive. His biceps were getting bigger, you noticed, ever since he’d started working out more with Topper. Even now, they dared to split the seams of his nice dress coat’s sleeves. His reprimanding look made you feel so small, and the twitching of his jaw certainly didn’t help. Fuck, why was your boyfriend so damn hot at the worst times? Thoughts of him pulling at your hair when you misbehaved in the past popped into your brain, and you had to cross one leg over the other to help calm down. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice how hot and bothered you were getting just from this slightly chastising gaze.

Rafe definitely noticed. “S’wrong with you?” he asked, scanning up and down your body. “Are you…?” The pieces assembled themselves in Rafe’s brain and his entire demeanor shifted. “Oh, you’re just a little slut, huh?” his voice was low, but the smirk tugging at his lips showed he was nothing if not proud of himself. “I fucked you this morning. That wasn’t enough?”

Your cheeks burned bright, but you didn’t wanna lose like this, not in public. “Apparently not, hmm?” you bit, rolling your eyes—something that annoyed the hell out of him.

He straightened his body, scanning around presumably to see if anyone was watching them. Once the coast was clear, he clutched your elbow again and whisked you to the back. Two identical, gender-neutral lavatories sat nestled in an alcove facing each other, and Rafe shoved one of the doors open like it were weightless, pulling you both inside.

In terms of quality, there was no transition between the gallery and the restroom—it was just as gleaming and polished as the rest of the building. The chatter of the art-goers was completely silenced when the heavy door latched itself back in the hinge. You swallowed.

He let go of your elbow only to spin you around and bend you over the sink, keeping you there by the back of your neck. Your hands shot out to the counter to steady yourself as Rafe turned the tap on. There wasn’t time to be confused before he tugged the back of your dress up to expose your ass and ran his hand under the stream.

The painful collision of his wet, ring-clad hand and your flesh was terribly amplified by the water. The smack seemed even louder than normal echoing off the smooth marble lining the entire room. Air sucked into your lungs roughly and you fell to your elbows. Rafe didn’t rewet his hand, but hit the other side of your ass just a bit harder to elicit terrible swears from you.

“Watch your mouth, doll,” he warned, voice calmer than his actions would let on. After one more smack, he inhaled sharply. “Now, are you just acting out because you wanna cum?” His condescending tone told you he already knew the answer, and also that he wouldn’t continue until you confirmed it.

You nodded desperately, relishing in the way his fingers flexed around the back of your neck. “Yes, please, fuck. Please do something.”

He shook his head. “So pathetic. I make you feel good every day, I give you the best drugs, I buy you nice clothes, and you still want more. You still act like a brat when you need to fucking behave,” he seethed, giving one more slap on your ass before turning your body around. “It’s a good thing I love you, huh?” His eyes trailed down slowly. “Good thing I have so much to give, doll.”

You whimpered, now face-to face with him. You looked down to where he was unbuttoning his pants. “I’ll make you cum, sweetheart, but I go first. Since you were acting like that out there.”

Your head was bobbing while you dropped down to your knees, face to face with his boxers peaking from behind the zipper. You didn’t even bother with unzipping his pants, just tugging them down his hips enough to let his cock escape.

Now wasn’t the time to be messy. Your preferred method was sloppy, eyes watering your makeup across your face and drool dripping off your chin as you forced his member down your throat. Giving head was both you and Rafe’s favorite thing to do solely because of their partner’s fervor in the act.

But you couldn’t this time. As soon as you two were done in there, it was right back to fake smiles and faker appearances for a shot at buying an ugly fucking painting. So instead, you tried to be careful, sucking and licking on his cock without making yourself too much of a disaster.

He didn’t appear to have the same motives. Rafe held you down to the base of his cock, twisting his fingers even further into your hair. You’d be lucky if one of his rings didn’t get stuck like last time. Drool spilled out of your mouth to the floor, narrowly avoiding landing on and staining your dress. A teeny thrust from him pulled gags from you, and you had no choice but to push off him by his thighs.

He allowed this, but only because the sight of you wrecked with puffy, wet lips and pink cheeks was almost as good as being down your throat. He wiped at the inner corner of your eye where a big teardrop threatened to spill out.

“Mm, this is why it’s so hard to punish you,” he noted, throwing his head back as you sucked on the tip like candy. “You’re just—fuck—such a good girl. Gonna make me cum?”

Moving ever-so-softly, you nodded your head without taking him out of your mouth. You dropped all the way down to bury your nose in his pelvis, letting his cock slide as far down as it could reach. Rafe groaned, tugging on your hair again and fucking your throat until he came.

You didn’t taste a bit of it even as he pulled out of your mouth, leaving a thick string of spit connecting you and his cock.

“Alright, sweet girl, now you can have your turn.”

Rafe stood you up and leaned you back against the countertop. He yanked the hem of your dress up to your hips and pulled the thin fabric of your underwear aside.

He cupped your pussy in his hand, forcing a noise from the back of your throat. “Look at you. Haven't done a thing and you’re already whining for me,” he shook his head, tutting his tongue at you. The sound of his fingers sliding over your wet cunt made him smile. “Fuck. Can feel how swollen you are. Guess you weren’t lying about being horny.”

You shook your head. Most of your body weight had shifted to the counter behind you, as your legs were not gonna hold your body weight up for much longer. It felt pathetic, being reduced so quickly by almost nothing at all.

Rafe messily rubbed his first three fingers over your clit, stimulating you until your head was lulled back. He only stopped to dip his fingers into your wetness to make his movements easier. His other hand wrapped around your back to slide under your dress and play with your nipples, and that was just enough to send you over the edge.

You came, rushed and desperately on his digits and he talked you through it with the same smug, cocky words he’d been using on you all night. Your legs were trembling, but you just managed to stay upright as the slick noise of his stroking fingers rang in your ears.

Rafe had only needed a few moments to readjust his button-down and wash his hands. He’d already had time to settle down from his orgasm—more than you could say for yourself—so when you glanced up to him, his hair and clothes were as straight as they were when they came in.

He nodded down at you, still trembling, hair a fucking mess. “Meet you out in the gallery, sweetheart.” Rafe kissed your forehead and rejoined the people outside, leaving you to clean yourself up.

Well. A punishment’s a punishment.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #outer banks #outer banks smut #outer banks fic #outer banks netflix #i'm trying hard to not change things from how they are on ao3 but i can't help it. this is 3 years old LOL #but we crosspost on !

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honnojis · 5 months ago

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It's been a wild ten years of development with many ups and downs along the way—but the journey isn't over yet. Thank you so much for all the support you've given us over the years, and we hope you look forward to V14 and beyond! Happy 10th anniversary, Pokemon Rejuvenation! ✨

Twitter ver.

#zumi rambles #v13.5 spoilers #pokemon rejuvenation #famke draws sometimes #this is a direct crosspost from what i put on twitter but sincerely thanks yall <3

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layzeal · 2 months ago

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so the publishing house Peach Flower House (who published Golden Terrace, Little Mushoom, In The Dark and other works) has announced they will be closing, and are running a closing sale until November 30 www.peachflowerhouse.com/closing

if you've been interested in their titles, this is your last chance to grab them!

#i highly reccomend golden terrace <3 #crossposting this everywhere cause i'm so sad. u could tell they were passionate but a very small publishing house :(#Golden Stage #Golden Terrace #Little Mushroom

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abdeladrian · 10 months ago

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when it comes to balduran/the emperor and ansur i think its a really interesting sort of tragedy no matter how you interpret their relationship and the nature of what happened.

because there's something to once being a hero so renowned that a home to thousands is in your name. and having a companion so dear that they'd kill you to preserve You, but also having changed so much against your will from that hero and that friend they knew and having to come to terms with it (maybe also against your will).

and being a survivor in the long run and being saved time and time again and being used and using back. of coming back home and infiltrating and taking power and being captured and used to hurt when you used to help. of running and manipulating and attempting to do the same trust-build-seduction method you once used with someone new, and trying to convince this person to become like you. because at this point you've lost the ability to feel your feelings

we obviously by nature of its character cant tell when the emperor is lying, telling the truth, or being sincere but i also like really don't like the idea of intrinsic evilness so sometimes i want to take him at face value. we have examples of a mind flayer having genuine companionship (omeluum) alongside having a purpose that lets them live a life separate from the grand design, and i fear having ansur was perhaps the only reason the emperor ever got to be free. not just physically but mentally.

because balduran went sailing one day because he missed it and never came home. ansur fought to find him and was too late. y'know. and like. how heartbreaking is that? that ansur who loved and protected and promised to keep balduran's city safe… made a promise that became a prison. to love so wholly that he wanted to preserve his partner even when his partner gave up and told him to leave and keep his memory as the thing that mattered. how heartbreaking for balduran to have killed him in self defense and then built him a tomb where he could rest? that no one would disturb him? how famous the love was that his promise to protect became legend? the last wish he ever had? that the only way to wake him was to pass a gauntlet to prove your worth? while recording praises for their partnership?

like forgive me but i don't think creating an elaborate tomb to protect ansur's final resting place is a lack of feeling. ansur made a promise that became a prison that became a legend. his legacy was love. and he recognized balduran from feeling alone and got to see him again, for what its worth. the emperor will always be ansur's balduran.

also we see ansur in his dragonborn form. not controversial i hope but they were more than friends! ansur i'm sorry king. your husband became calamari and unrecognizable. and when he accuses balduran of thralling the player, which we can refute, and ansur just stops to Look only for balduran to break the silence by RECITING THE LETTER? DEAR ANSUR? AND THAT'S WHAT DRIVES ANSUR TO ATTACK?

nevermind the fact that you can't make the dream guardian a dragonborn. and the armor it wears is awfully similar to ansur's in his humanoid form. balduran never forgot ansur. i think balduran-as-the-emperor in dream guardian form not taking a form like ansurs but still keeping that armor, still speaking ansur's words and acting out his intents when promising the player protection and care, is evidence that ansur lived in him still. even through the layers of the loss of identity that was him becoming a mind flayer.

ansur was the heart of the gate. and it's baldur's gate. he's balduran's heart. his heart. ansur lived in him. it was a promise that became a prison that became a legend. his legacy was love

#balduran #bg3 emperor #bg3 ansur #ansur #the emperor #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #ansuran #ansur x balduran #whatever tags people are using..... i need people to see my vision #had to edit my wording a bit after some reblogs im sorry everyone #also. it/he emperor for balduran and mind flayer purposes.#crossposted to twitter also.. not tht i know how that works

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royalarchivist · 4 days ago

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This is what it feels like every time a new SMP has streamers I like

#mod talk #This is mostly /j I will NOT be covering Cobblemon much #I love Pokemon but I'd actually like to dial things back #I don't try to watch every streamer or ever single thing in every server to know what's going on anymore #I did that for QSMP and it was fun! But it burned me out badly #For Arkanis I watched a few people but wound up just watching Pac towards the end #and for Realm I only watch like 3 - 4 people and even then only sometimes (which is pretty evident based on the long lapse in clip posting)#I like keeping things diverse content-wise #and I like including lots of different streamers in clips but this blog was never meant to be an update account #And that's sorta what it turned into during QSMP #But that's not the intention and I don't want folks to look at RA with that expectation because good god is that unrealistic #I am one person. With a 9 - 5 job might I add #Tbh I don't think anyone expects this of Royal Archivist but in case you do – here's a heads up #Your friendly neighborhood archivist is tired and taking a back seat on things #✌️#Tbh I don't think this needs an announcement which is why I'm putting this in the tags of a silly meme post #But I'd also like to nip this in the bud in case people start asking why I don't do clips of ____ server or ____ streamer #I don't watch a ton of people to begin with #I do feel bad about the Bluesky community though I really tried my best to crosspost stuff #But it wound up being a hassle trying to trim things down and make the file size tiny so I gave up because it was just so time-consuming #Anyways #TLDR: Estoy cansado jefe

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panstarry · 1 year ago

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‼️ DONATION SKETCH COMMISSIONS OPEN ‼️

hello! i'm xin and i'm opening comms to support organizations in palestine right now — i will draw for you if you dm me proof / receipt of your donation (minimum of $20) to any of the groups listed here:

FUNDRAISER FOR THE FAMILY OF WADEA AL-FAYOUME

MEDICAL AID FOR PALESTINIANS

PALESTINE CHILDREN'S RELIEF FUND

DOCTORS WITHOUT BORDERS

PALESTINIAN PRISONER SOLIDARITY NETWORK

ANERA

BUILD PALESTINE ORGANIZATION MASTERLIST

MIDDLE EAST CHILDREN'S ALLIANCE

BAITULMAAL

‼️ NOTES ‼️

i'm taking as many as i can until i burn out. turnaround of a few weeks; incredibly swamped w/ work rn so i may not get to all of them

if u cant give directly, dm me. u can send the money to me + ill donate it for you + send a sc as proof

here is one of many reading lists and further resources that you can check out. please also see PYM's reading list as well as decolonizepalestine's website.

@/palipunk also has a robust masterlist of resources and @/lesbolshevik has another list of organizations to check out.

you can vet any of the above charities and others using charitynavigator or charitywatch; feel free to add on.

if you are unable to donate, consider taking part in boycott/divest/sanctions or hopping in a protest near you. if you get into any legal trouble while there, reach out to palestine legal for help.

thank you for reading. stay safe, take care.

#pan doodles #donation commissions #boosts are appreciated!#i am super super busy right now and have crossposted this across 3 platforms so i'm not sure exactly how many i can take on #but i will do my best o7 there is also a prints for palestine fundraiser coming up so keep your eye out for that

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lynn-tged-posting · 2 months ago

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happy pocky day!

#tged #the greatest estate developer #lloyd frontera #tged lloyd #tged javier #javier asrahan #the greatest estate designer #lynn's art #pocky day #pocky game #guys crossposting across every place is starting to get annoying i wish there was a way to like. do it all at once #or maybe ill just get my ass off of twitter for once #who knows #anyway yayy pocky dayyy #my favorite is strawberry :3 #this is just short doodle bc i actually have a shit ton of work this week and im procrastinating. but its fine

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soumuchforthat · 9 months ago

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ep 3

#umineko #eva ushiromiya #evatrice #eva beatrice #my art #trying to crosspost all of these older pieces here #i made this a bit before the ep 3 stageplay came out #which was peak btw #ep 3 is my fave umi episode it's genuinely so good #the red stuff is just paint btw

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suntails · 3 months ago

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PRODUCTION UPDATE!!

everything is ordered except for a bit of the shipping supplies! patches have an approved proof and are in production, stickers/charms are in shipment, and the book manu has sent over a video of the final print run!!! SOSOSO excited 🥹💛

#WWHEEEEEEE look look look!!!! its so PRETTY!!!! crossposted from twt. production is going well <3 #took 3 proofs to get the patch approved. 3 draft pdfs for the book. all WELL worth it ^_^#love u all but more importantly i love silver

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endspace-robot · 5 months ago

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#chatotter crosspost :3 #i think zetta having a permanent mild frown is a really funny hc #pokemon rejuvenation #my art #zetta pokemon rejuvenation #geara pokemon rejuvenation #pokemon rejuvenation fanart

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hauntedhopeghost · 3 months ago

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and it's you.

aka: i play around with thoughts in that one IA ep 3 scene

as much as he worked over it, it wasn’t good enough for anyone.

not him.

not them.

not anyone.

people. all people who saw but didn’t know.

who knew but didn’t understand.

or maybe they understood, but didn’t know how bad it was until it came back, stronger than ever.

or when his friends were hurt by him. because all that’s he’s it’s ever wished for was for the world to love it.

perhaps he thought boxing it up, both literally and figuratively, would make it disappear. because unlike him, it wasn’t good enough.

even if he knew one day, it would all blow up in his face.

and it did.

it was a monster, when it formed. tearing everything apart with no goal except to hurt.

at least, that’s what it felt like. it was sewn out of a patchwork of everything he announced to himself as stupid. the various clips from all the things discarded.

and he knows he’ll never satisfy anyone with it.

and what’s the point of uploading anything, if he can’t make them happy?

but he’s gently taking it apart.

the voice in the back of his mind whispered that he couldn’t fight it anymore.

he’d already tried. and it only left him more hurt.

too long. he thinks. it wasn't as if he didn't know how much a fault was worth already.

even before this. even before all of this it was just another way to feel enough. pull him apart because he hated it.

he hated it. he hated how it glitched and how no one would ever love it.

he hated how the video destroyed and hurt and broke.

he hated how much it looked like him.

he hated how it built off of all the things he hated.

he hated that he knew no one would ever love it.

but it had stopped, suddenly. almost in shock.

almost as though it couldn’t believe it.

it never got enough love from him, anyways.

why would he? what was there to love about it, anyways?

what was there to love about him?

it was just something he threw away and hid and never given the light of day. because no one wants to see a mistake that isn’t worth anything.

not even him. especially not him.

perhaps there were a few that someone liked, someone’s who’s opinion mattered far more than comments ever would.

but the glitch. no one loved the original greenscreen. no one loved the way it punched and hurt.

no one loved the person who hurt himself and his friends just to be seen. no one loved all the adjustments done to it, but at least at the time it was for him.

not people he never saw.

no one ever loved it.

no one would love it.

but he still wraps his arms around it. just him.

and it pulsed against his chest like a warm, faint heartbeat. because he’s hugging it. he’s hugging him.

and suddenly, almost ironically, he almost didn’t want to let it go now. but he wasn’t letting him go.

after so long of hating it. it’s almost funny that he’s the one to do it. funny he’s the one to love the person he hated the most.

but there are millions of people and only one that can love it, without swarms of doubts screaming fake. without hurting who he loved, again. and it still matters to him but if he was going to be better, he wasn’t going to hurt it.

and it’s fine. if it were a mistake then it was still his.

just another piece of him that never gotten love.

and it’s him. just him.

all of him.

he thinks as he lets it go. as it becomes a part of him, finally.

it was always a part of him, actually. but one that he hated so much. a part of him that he didn’t think was any worthy of love.

but it’s still him.

it’s him.

it’s you.

#ghost's snippets of dumb writing that's exclusive to tumblr #should i crosspost this to ao3?#alan becker #ava influencer arc #ava greenscreen #ava green #i still haven't gotten over ep 3 i know i know #green influencer arc #animator vs animation #omg guys look it's my lowercase writing style!#this scene fucking killed me and i had to just put it in a way that's just- augh-#shush

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