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mylionheart2 · 2 months ago
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aunti-christ-ine · 1 year ago
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scottguy · 25 days ago
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It's easy! They train you. They have a dialing app online. You don't touch your phone. (You do need to download the free Zoom app, but after the pandemic, most everyone has that.)
A laptop or computer works better than a smartphone because of the screen size. It's all onscreen, no dialing. There are scripts. You just click and talk. You see many other volunteers in the Zoom meeting. It will give you hope.
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lemonbombsfjl · 1 month ago
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POWER TO THE PEOPLE
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Open to anyone. Virtual activity. Training available. You can do it!
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rafeandonlyrafe · 7 months ago
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sparkling juice
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warnings: 18+ only!!!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, virgin!reader, dubcon, drugging/tricking reader into drinking, established relationship, innocent/shy!reader (at least at first wink wink), kinda dark!rafe but really he just wants to bang reader reaaaaal bad
“this is so sweet, rafey.” you coo, your hand held firmly in his.
“anything for you baby.” rafe pulls you along the path, further out into the meadow until you get to a shaded area under a tall tree.
“here is perfect.” rafe says, setting the picnic basket down and draping the large blanket he brought with him.
“thank you.” you tell rafe, pulling him in for a sweet kiss before sitting down.
“i brought all your favorites.” rafe says, taking a spot next to you and opening up the picnic basket.
you let out a little squeak in excitement and seeing all your favorite foods before your brows scrunch together as you point at a bottle. “what's that?”
“that's um… sparkling juice. that's all, baby.” of course, rafe knows that's not all it is, but you don't need to know that yet.
rafe pulls out some food for you to snack on, not hungry himself, happy to watch you nibble on crackers and bite into juicy strawberries.
“wanna try some juice with me baby?”
“mhm, of course rafey.” you watch his large hands as he fills two plastic cups, handing one to you. “drink slow.”
you nod in response before taking a sip, pulling away and sputtering. “ew!”
“oh, baby.” rafe pouts. “do you not like it? im so sorry i thought you would.”
“let me… let me try to drink it again. i think im just not used to the carbonation.” you take another sip, able to control your reaction better. “it's not bad!” rafe can tell you're lying, but he lets out a fake sigh of relief and smiles at you.
“so glad, baby. we can keep drinking while we talk, yeah? tell me about your day.”
rafe knows the easiest way to get you distracted is to have you talk, and so as you describe your day, which leads into your plans for next week, which leads into how much you love rafe, you keep taking sips as rafe refills just your cup.
“i… my head feels kinda fuzzy.” you frown, setting the drink down, realizing your fingers are also slightly numb.
“uh oh.” rafe pouts, drawing his thumb over your cheek. “maybe it's the heat. why don't you lay down?”
“yeah.” you nod, laying back onto the blanket, surprised how plush it is from the soft long grass underneath it. “im-” you let out a sudden giggle. “im like really in love with you, rafey.”
“im really in love with you too, kiddo.” rafe adjusts himself to lay next to you, propped up on his side to keep an eye on your reaction as the alcohol you didn't know you were drinking slowly takes effect. “that's why i planned out this whole picnic for you. and brought you special juice.”
“was there-” you hiccup, words slurring slightly. “anything special in the special juice?”
“hm.” rafe sits up, picking up the now half empty bottle. his eyes widen in fake shock as he reads the label. “oh no baby! i must have grabbed the wrong bottle! i meant to get us sparkling juice but i got us sparkling wine!”
“im… im drunk?” you put together what rafes words mean, mind working slowly.
“im so sorry.” rafe moves to hover over you, cupping your cheek. “will you forgive me?”
“course.” you nod quickly. “was an accident.”
“you're so sweet baby.” rafe brings his lips down on top of yours, kissing you wildly, mouths and tongues a passionate mess.
“should we go get some water to help… get rid of this feeling?” you ask rafe as he shifts to kissing your jaw.
“that's so smart, baby, but i can't drive us home drunk, and you don't have your license.” 
you knew how to drive well enough, but in your 20 years of life, never felt the need to actually get your license. your parents drove you around as a kid until you started dating rafe a year ago, and then he drove you around everywhere.
“oh, right.” you nod, letting out a small gasp as rafes kisses move lower, exploring your neck. this is where you usually stop him, pull his head back up to kiss your lips and remind him you want to wait. not necessarily until marriage, but a bit longer, until the time is right.
“we should do something to pass the time, baby. until the alcohol is out of our system.”
“doesn't eating help?” you try to remember what you heard your friends talk about, since you're not a drinker yourself. “we could share the rest of the crackers.”
“i was thinking… we could finally make love.” rafe suggests, pulling back to look in your eyes, watching the way your brain is fighting against the alcohol in your system.
“well, you did take me on this nice picnic…”
“mhm.”
“and we have been dating for over a year now.”
“yes.”
“so… i suppose we could.” you shove down any doubting voices in your head, letting the looseness of your inhibitions guide your actions as you lean forward to kiss rafe again.
“thank you baby.” rafe repeats his words between kisses, his weight shifting to his elbow as his other hand holds your waist, before moving up until it's cupping your breast.
“oh!” you gasp, surprised by how good it feels. rafe smiles, tugging at your dress until the material is below your bra, pushing your breasts up.
“what if someone sees?!” you hiss out. it's not likely someone would come by, but rafe doesn't want to ruin his chance to finally have you.
“okay.” he pulls your dress back up, settling for touching you over the material as he distracts you with soft kisses once again. “ill just push your dress up. that way if anyone comes by you can easily cover yourself up.”
“mhm.” you nod, eyes sliding shut, head fuzzy from the alcohol and now from the pleasure building in your system.
rafe reaches down to pull his cock out of his pants, leaving himself mostly covered as well. he begins to slowly stroke himself, already halfway hard just from the excitement.
“oh!” rafe hadn't even realize your eyes had opened up until your outburst.
“it's okay, baby.” rafe says. he's well aware this is your first time seeing his cock as he waits for you to form a reaction.
“i… i want to feel.” you reach down, cautious hand, still numb at the fingertips as you stroke over rafes length, eyes widening when you realize how hard it truly feels..
“can you… can you not look?” you ask shyly, hand still slowly moving as you speak. “at me.”
“baby, you know i find you beautiful. all of you… but if that's what you want, okay.” 
“just… look away for a minute.” you wait for rafes gaze to turn to the meadow, watching the flowers sway in the breeze as he hears you shuffling around on the blanket to take your underwear off.
“okay.” you say.
rafe looks back to you, smile growing as he realizes you're laid back down once again, dress pushed up to your thighs, just enough to hide your privates.
“ill be nice and slow, okay? and you tell me if anything hurts.” rafe moves over you, waiting for you to nod before reaching down with one hand to grab his cock. he keeps your skirt as far down as he can while tucking his dick between your thighs. he moves until he bumps skin, letting out a breath when he realizes you are wet.
he rubs his cock through your folds, watching the way your face twists in pleasure, brows pulling together and mouth dropping open.
you let out a moan when rafe hits what he assumes is your clit. he focuses the head of his cock on it for a moment before sinking lower to your entrance.
rafe manages to keep his word, pushing in slowly. he may have been buttering you up for an entire year just to get in your pants, but now he wants more than just once, you're well and truly his, and he plans on exploring with you until you're transformed from innocent girlfriend into personal slut.
“oh! oh, rafe!” your hands move to grip his shoulders. “that… that feels really good!”
“doesn't hurt at all?” rafe can tell he's stretching you somewhat, but clearly by your rapid shaking of your head no, you're not feeling any pain.
“gonna f-make love to you now then.” he swings his hips back before pushing forward, and soon your moans are filling the meadow, being carried away by the wind as he thrusts into you.
“so, so good, rafey.” you cry out, back arching off the picnic blanket. rafe smiles. your first time, and you're already behaving like this. he's going to turn you into a whore sooner than he thought.
“fu-fudge!” you shout out, making rafe chuckle softly as you use your curse word substitute just like you prefer doing.
“you feel so good round me, baby.” rafe says, bending down to kiss your neck. “love the way you're squeezing me.”
“harder.” you whine out. rafes eyebrows raise, but he doesn't question your demand, pushing his hips faster, slamming into you more. your dress pushed up from all the motion to reveal rafes cock burying itself inside your pussy.
he lets out a moan as you grip onto the blanket, not caring about him being able to see you as you feel a high building inside of you.
“i think im close.” you say.
“cum for me baby. ill cum with you.” rafe says, bringing a hand down to your clit, your moans doubling as he rubs over it with his thumb.
your high hits you suddenly. it takes a perfect thrust from rafe a long with his thumb flicking over your clit and your wall breaks with a scream, hips rising off the checkered fabric as you cum, pussy clenching around rafe as he spills inside of you with a moan of his own.
you both collapse in a heap, faces flushed and chests rising and falling rapidly.
rafe pulls out of you carefully before flopping onto his back.
“that was really good, rafey.” you cuddle into his side, resting your head on his chest.
“thank you for trusting me enough to do that with me, baby.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“of course.” your eyes are on rafes cock, still halfway hard despite just cumming. you reach down, ghosting your fingers along his length before swirling your fingertip over the head then against his slit as rafes hips twitch from the overstimulation.
“do you think we can do that again? and then maybe when we get home? after you're good to drive, of course.” you look up at rafe with what he thought were big, innocent eyes, but he's quickly realizing you've got a different side just below the surface.
-- six months later --
“ugh, rafe!” you groan as he presses buttons on the controller, eyes firmly on the screen. 
“promise baby, will be done in five minutes.” he says, barely glancing to you.
you're tired of being ignored as you pull off the only clothing you are wearing, a big t-shirt of rafes to cover yourself. rafe glances over, realizing you're now completely nude as his fingers freeze.
“i want to fuck. if you're not gonna help me, im gonna go help myself.” you shrug.
rafe tosses the controller onto the floor, a proud smile on his face. you've become just who he's always wanted you to be. “of course im gonna help you baby, come get on this dick.”
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drewsephrry · 1 month ago
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cosmopolitan: We took the guys of #Outerbanks to therapy (sort of). In the first time we're featuring just men on the cover since 2001, Chase Stokes, Drew Starkey, Jonathan Daviss and Rudy Pankow get super vulnerable about how fans will react to their new projects, how they stay grounded, and why they're begging Drew to check his texts.
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ginnyrules27 · 4 months ago
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Ya'll.
Joe Biden has dropped out of the race. It most likely will be Kamala Harris as the nominee since he has endorsed her however there is still the chance of an open primary.
If Kamala is the nominee, I don't want to hear anything about her being a former DA or anything else. Those calling for Biden to drop out got what they wanted. The choice is now no longer between two 'olds'. The choice is now between Trump and whoever the Democrats choose for the nominee. And whoever that nominee is, the Democrats have to be behind them 100%.
Friendly reminder: The Democrats weren't behind Carter 100% in the 1980 election, which was one of the many reasons we got Reagan. And Reagan didn't come with the looming threat of Project 2025 and Plan 47 (or whatever it calls itself).
Side note: I don't fault Biden for stepping down. The man is 81 years old and is recovering from COVID. He even said in 2020 that he would be a transitional candidate.
Remember what is at stake in November. Remember that no matter what Trump claims about not knowing anything about Project 2025, he has met with members of the Heritage Foundation who are the ones behind 2025. Remember that Trump's team wants you not to vote (considering he and the RNC are suing Michigan gov Gretchen Whitmer for signing veterans up to vote when they go to visit the VA in Michigan.)
Hold your nose and vote Blue in November (or if you can vote earlier than that).
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vcrnons · 2 months ago
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VERNON SEVENTEEN 12th MINI ALBUM Official Photo VER.0 | Recoloured
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damicxyy · 5 months ago
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TBP BOYS AS YOUR SUITORS
(no grabber f him)
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FINNEY BLAKE (mason Thames)
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- after his confession and asking if you wanna be his gf he waited patiently for you to say yes
- a very sweet guy (who wouldn't say yes to him?)
- flowers everyday sometimes something sweet
- very caring
- his sister teases him about you (we love Gwen)
- very patient ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ
- over all he has been the sweetest to you
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ROBIN ARELLANO (Miguel Àngel Cazarez Mora)
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- although he does not have the patience like Finney , he tries his best to be patient for you
- I see robin as like a caring suitor
- only sweet to you and you alone
- hangouts? yeahh! (so called dates)
- wished you were the one patching his wounds after fights
- over all his Patience is kinda not good but yeah
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VANCE HOPPER (Brady hepner)
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- almost punched you after his confession but 。⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠。
- no patience DUHH
- he looks like a tomato when he gives you something
- kinda angry when he talks to you
- "why you not say yes?"
- you gotta watch him play his Pinball game
- seats next to you in classes
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BRUCE YAMADA (Tristan)
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- after he confessed and asked you to be his gf he patiently waited for you
- total gentleman
- the kindest, sweetest and very caring
- girls will be mad at you tbh😭 like why didn't you say yes??
- flowers?? yes. sweets?? yes. almost everything you ask for?? yes.
-this man will give you anything tbh
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BILLY SHOWALTER (Jacob moran)
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(idk much abt this munchkin)
- just like Finney a very sweet guy that's for sure
- lets you pet his doggy 。⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠。
- bike rides?? yes!!
- gives you food if you need
- the most kindest guy to you tbh
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GRIFFIN STAGG (banks repeta)
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(Why the actual fuk did I pick that GIF)
- almost cried while confessing
- the cutest little thing ever
- follows you around like a lost puppy
- is shy around you
- like billy he will share his food with you
- VERY shy
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that is all people BYEE
(if anything here upsets you leave it be。⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠。)
billy and Griffin needs more attention tbhh like😭😭😭
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bloobydabloob · 8 months ago
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Happy Day 1 of DirkJake week.
Theme was cowboys / robots (I did purely robots because I have done… too many DirkJake cowboys as of late)
Extras under cut
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mylionheart2 · 2 months ago
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potato-lord-but-not · 10 months ago
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can you please make terminal velocity oodles for our mental sanity?
yeah they’re my favorite guys fr fr
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fremedon · 1 month ago
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I did my first phone bank of the season tonight, for my state's senate campaign.
I know we all hate the phone around here. But as a raging introvert with an audio processing disorder, I actually find phone banking hugely easier than almost any other phone interaction (and many in-person ones).
So I thought I'd write up a brief explainer of how it works.
The big thing to know about phone banking is this: It is largely not about persuading people to change their votes. It has three other, very simple, goals:
1.) Gather information to help the campaign determine where to concentrate its resources.
2.) Remind people that there is an election and get them thinking about and making an active plan to go and vote.
3.) Remind people of the candidate's name.
That's it. That's all you have to do. Two-thirds of the time they'll hang up on you and you won't even do that much. It's easy.
So. You sign up by going to the website of a candidate you'd like to support and looking for volunteer opportunities on their website. There will, somewhere, be a place to sign up to phone bank
You can phone bank from home these days; or you can do what I did tonight and go into a campaign office. If you go into the office, there will be campaign volunteers there who can answer questions for you and walk you through what to do, but you will also be within earshot of other people on the phone, so if background noise is a problem you might prefer to do it from home or bring noise-cancelling headphones.
They will send you a link to an autodialer, which you will call from your own phone or computer. The autodialer will work its way through a list of numbers. No one you are calling will be able to see your own phone number; they'll just see the number the autodialer is using.
The system will work its way through a list of numbers and only hand off to you when someone picks up. At this point, the screen will display the following:
1.) The name of the person you're trying to call;
2.) a set of buttons for how to record the initial response: Hung up, Answering Machine, Wrong Number, etc, and some version of You Are Actually Talking To the Right Person;
3.) an actual script for introducing yourself. You don't have to follow it exactly, but you can, and it will give you the points you need to try to hit--for introductions, that's usually going to be your first name, the campaign you're calling for, and that you are a volunteer.
If the call ends here--they hang up; they tell you you have the wrong number--you hit the button that best matches what happened, the call ends, and when you're ready you can tell the autodialer to send you the next call.
If the person is willing to talk, you click the button for that, and the screen will move on to the next page of the script--there will be some amount of information to give out--again, you don't need to read it all--one question to be sure to ask, and buttons to record their answer.
Most of the time, the question is going to be "Are you supporting this candidate," and your answers will be on a scale from Strong Yes to Strong No. For most of the campaign season, people answering either of those will be taken off the call list because they're not likely to change their mind; people who are undecided will keep getting calls. Right before the election, strategy will change from persuading the persuadables to getting out the vote, and then everyone who's already said they're supporting your candidate might get another round of calls to remind them to vote, and gather information about who has already voted and who the campaign should still be calling or sending canvassers to.
Sometimes there will be multiple questions; tonight, we asked three: Are you supporting the Democratic Senate candidate; Are you supporting the Democratic House candidate for whichever district we were calling; and--if they answered yes--Are you interested in volunteering.
You do not have to be able to answer every question or give a persuasive speech to phone bank for a political candidate. Very few people want to have a long conversation with you. If you do get someone who does, you have a script in front of you which contains talking points and often links to further information.
But the most persuasive thing you can do is the thing you have already done just by calling: you've let them know that someone near them, one of their neighbors, a real person with a name and a voice, cares so much about electing this person that they've volunteered their free time to make it happen.
You do need to be polite and positive at all times. That part is not really negotiable. No one that you're talking to is going to remember more than one talking point at most anyway--but they will remember that that nice person from the campaign was so polite and so cheerful. I am a salty gloomy bitch in RL, but my phone-sona brims over with love for my fellow fucking humans.
And you know, I really do feel some of that love, by the end of the night.
If you think this sounds like something you can do, I recommend giving it a try. It's an excellent way to channel your anxiety about the election into action, and it's not nearly as scary as it seems.
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raunchily · 7 months ago
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celebs on their phones in the 2000s
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rafeandonlyrafe · 11 months ago
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the chase
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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, kind of dubcon?, unprotected sex, p in v sex, reader doesnt cum, buzzed? drunk sex
taglist: @drewstarkeyslut @rafecamerongirl @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @drudyslut @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450 @babygorewhore @vanessa-rafesgirl @michelleisheres-blog @outerbankspov @drewstarkeyswifehoe
rafe has dragged you away from the beach party, his needy hands moving all along your body as you both stumble through the woods, giggling with liquor in your systems.
“come here.” rafe finally says, moving his hand from your ass up to the small of your back, hauling your body against his. he doesn't wait for permission, he knows he doesn't need it from you as his lips press against yours.
you moan into the kiss, placing your hands on his cheeks, tipping your head back to let rafe have full access to your mouth. 
rafe pulls away, his eyes scanning the forest. it's not dense, and you can see the beach through the trees, as well as the lights from houses in the distance through the trunks.
rafe spins your body to face away from him. “you have two minutes. run.”
“what?” you turn your head to look back at rafe.
“the clock is ticking y/n. run.” you recognize the look in rafes eyes. it's the same hungry one when he convinced you to ride him during a party, your dress covering the act, but both of your faces and actions giving everything away.
you don't care that you were branded rafes whore from that night on.
you take off, sandaled feet hitting the ground as you move through the trees, away from rafe. you try to control your breathing, try to step in spots devoid of branches as to not make noise, but you know you're failing.
the minutes tick down as you get closer to the houses through the wooded area, but you swivel to the left and run towards the beach, your eyes scanning for some place to hide, startling when you realize that rafe can be heard moving through the trees behind you.
“fuck.” you whisper to yourself, running along the beach to the old broken down pier, one that's scheduled to be taken out. you head underneath the wooden slats, hoping the dark will conceal you as you press your back to one of the support poles.
your heavy breathing begins to slow as your heart rate lowers, straining your ears to hear rafe coming, but you're too close to the water, the waves crashing against the scan obscuring any noise.
the minutes tick by, and you wonder if he made the mistake of turning left towards the neighborhood.
“got you.”
you scream, not having heard rafe approach until he's directly behind you. you push off the wooden beam, running as fast as the sand will allow, but rafe is faster. you make it to the edge of the woods when his hands grab you, dragging your hips against his body as you flail.
you try to get out of his grip, but it only results in you losing your footing and falling onto the sand.
“dumb girl.” rafe grunts, using his body weight to hold you down. “did you think you could escape me?”
“r-rafe.” you whimper, his large body weighing you down to the point it hurts, his hands pressing into your plush skin.
“don't say another fucking word unless you want me to gag you.” rafe warns. 
“and if you move…” rafe says as he lifts himself off you, spreading your thighs apart and kneeling between your legs. “just know that i will chase you down and find you.”
you give a little nod. you're not going to move, you don't want to move as he flips the top of your dress up, smiling at your innocent little panties, topped off with a bow on the hem.
“my present.” rafe says. “my prize.”
he doesn't even bother taking your underwear off, he simply slides it to the side, not even having to say anything to embarrass you about how wet you already are, you know from the look on his face when he realizes that you liked the chase as much as he did.
rafe unzips his pants, pushing them down just enough to pull his already hard cock out.
“gonna claim my prize now.” rafe says, gripping your hips and pulling them up off the sand, slotting your thighs over his legs.
you treats you like a ragdoll, like your don't weigh a thing as he brings your cunt to his cock. he pushes in in one steady motion, not caring that he didn't do anything to open you up.
you whine at the stretch, but it feels good as much as it hurts. 
rafe begins to move you, keeping himself still but manipulating your body to move up and down on his cock, stroking himself with your pussy, treating your body like a toy.
“god, such a tight little prize.” rafe groans, his head tipping back in the moonlight, making you whimper at the praise, attempting to move, not to get away but to assist rafe in moving you along his cock, but you're too exhausted from the chase.
“sit still, little prize.” rafe says. “let me use you.”
rafe moves faster, slamming your cunt down onto his cock, and you can't resist the moans that come out of you, not caring about the fact that your back is pressed against the sand.
“gonna cum in you.” rafe warns. it wouldn't be the first time. when you first had sex, rafe gave you one pouty look, his soft eyes begging you to let him take you raw, and you conceded instantly. he's never worn a condom since.
“please.” you whimper, breaking the no speaking rule. you think at first that rafe didn't notice, or let your plea slide, but when rafe pulls you off his cock, you know that he isn't going to let it go.
“hands and knees, slut.” rafe commands. you turn over quickly, your hands digging into the grains of sand as rafe moves your dress out of the way again, slapping a hand down on your ass.
you let out a gasp but smartly stay quiet as your panties are again moved. rafe presses his cock against your folds, moving the head through your wetness but not touching your clit, not when he's trying to punish you.
rafe moves, but passes by your entrance, moving to your other hole.
“maybe i should fuck you here. you are my prize after all. i should be able to do whatever i want with you.”
despite his words, rafe moves back to your pussy, his cock entering you in one smooth motion. you rock back against rafe immediately, replacing him using your body as a toy for you being the one to move, focusing solely on his pleasure, on making him cum, by squeezing your cunt as tightly as you can around him.
“fuck, keep doing that. such a good little slut.” rafe groans, his hands resting on your hips but letting you control the movements.
you slam your hips back as fast and hard as your tired body can manage, only satisfied when you hear rafe moan, and his hips press forward as he cums, releasing deep inside of you.
you continue small movements throughout his orgasm, letting him work through his high but also selfishly wanting to milk all the cum out of him.
rafe suddenly pulls out, snapping your panties into place, keeping his cum lodged inside of you, leaving it to drip out and ruin your underwear.
rafe loops his arms around your waist, pulling you up off the ground. he presses a kiss to your forehead as his hands move across your body, brushing the sand off your skin and dress.
“come on, my little prize.” rafe says, placing an arm around your shoulder and leading you back towards the party, helping you through the woods like he didn't just chase you through them to claim your pussy.
you don't care about the whispers when you get back to the party. the perceived insults of slut and whore. you don't care when later rafe takes you into the back seat of his truck, eating you out before fucking you again, even when he rolls the windows down for all to see.
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