SAVE ME MR OFFICERRR

SAVE ME MR OFFICERRR

drew starkeys arms

please let me have one bite!

they’re so cute when they’re confused 🥰🥰

summer lovin’

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you couldn’t help but softly moan at the gentle hands that worked against your back, spreading the sunscreen evenly across your torso

the tall blonde pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as the rest of your friends found comfort in the water; splashing around aimlessly

summer; it has to be your favourite season, tan lines, ice cream, the ocean and the way jj looked better than ever

his skin kissed softly by the rays of sun; his hair messy, tangled, roaming every way; the baby blue in his eyes that sparkled like no other

“c’mon up we get” the blonde gestures his hand out to you, softly waking you up from your love struck trance

his hands slowly drifting down to play with the strings of your bikini, slowly returning back to the palms of your hand guiding you into the warm waters

and as the sun sets you find yourself sloppily making out with the blonde, tongues swirling against each other as his fingers gently stroke the fabric of your panties

“more jayj” you mewl out, coming out a lot more desperate than you intended while you tug at the strands of his hair causing him to groan loudly

“someone’s hungry for papa” a tone of arrogance peaking through but that was the last thing on your mind- all you needed was his fingers in you, working them roughly into your pretty little pussy

his hand disappears underneath the hem of your panties, toying softly with your folds causing you to whine more, becoming increasingly wet as his lips catch the supple fat of your tits

“so perfect” he gets out, voice hoarse and a little breathless “s’like you were made for me”

the length of his fingers found themselves sinking into you while you moan and grind erratically on them desperate for him to fuck you nice and mean

his thumb rubs gently against your clit contrasting the rough and harsh movements of his fingers hitting that sweet spot that had you whining like a kitty in heat

the sound of heavy breathing increased as you got closer to your high, pitch getting gradually higher “s-s.. so close jayj”

“come on baby” he pants grinding himself against you, dick painfully hard “wanna see that pretty pussy cum all over my fingers”

whether it was the heat or just the effect jj had on you, it almost felt like drowning when you came , mind hazy as the blonde pressed a kiss against your puffy cunt

god you loved summer!

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vampy reader is definitely a monster high stan. she gives likeeee collecting dolls and having to tell rafe be prepared before he sees her room for the first time. he’s like “oh!” but is definitely indulging into her obsession. listening to the lore and all. love ur blog bby!!!!!

hehe i love this!! rafe isn’t judgy tbh because vampy was already hesitant letting someone in her sacred space so he wouldn’t wanna ruin his privilege by making any slightly mean comment on her decor. sorry it's short and i corrupted ur sweet and cute ask in the end .. oopsie

rafe tilts his head, staring back at the small monster high dolls that sit on your bookshelf, biting his lip. “and.. and what’s this one’s name, buffy?” he asks, pointing at one before looking back besides him and seeing you bouncing on your tippy toes, big smile on your face. it was his first time over, after all!

“her names clawdeen, my love. she’s draculaura’s bff!” you inform, leaning your head on rafe’s shoulder. “just like you’re my bff and boyfriend in one.” you giggle, rafe kissing your forehead at your sweet confession. “sweet girl,” he hums before turning back to the bookshelf, letting you explain the backgrounds of every doll you owned, even agreeing to watch one of the films with you.

but he doesn’t learn much anyway, your laptop discarded and the dolls you were looking over earlier now turned the other way as you both make love. what started with innocent movie watching escalating to rafe pounding you deep into your mattress, a small fake bat you had hung besides your wall falling because of the consistent movement of your headboard slamming back against it.

when rafe has to go back to his own home the following day he leaves with the souvenir of that same decor bat as well as bodily memories of bite marks that paint around his shoulder and neck.

click here for a visual of her room!

he’s so UGHHHHH

HELLO???😭😭😭

so… when are we introducing obedient reader…

Maybe something inspired by Cassie and Nate from euphoria.

Where she would do anything for him and Rafe takes full advantage of it 🤭

you were in deep, too deep. so deep in fact, that when you receive the call, at 2:43 am, and you’re locked into your book with your freshly shaven body cuddled up into a woven blanket, you don’t think twice about obeying.

you’re out the door in 4 minutes, slippered feet scurrying to rafe’s truck. the large hoodie you slipped on over your tiny sleep set isn’t helping you, the wind bites at the exposed skin of your legs.

it’s not uncommon to receive a late night ‘i’m here’ text from rafe. it is uncommon to receive them this late, however. it’s why when you jump up into the lifted vehicle, slipping into the leather seat, you’re first question is accusatory.

“miss me that bad?” you smirk, pretty pink lips curving. rafe glares at you, he wishes you wouldn’t talk sometimes, he thinks your mouth is best used in other ways.

he scoffs at you, “that’s real cocky a’you.” he announces, peeling out of your driveway with a huff, “couldn’t sleep, figured you’d help me out.”

and he was right, within seconds of pulling the truck into an abandoned lot, your manicured fingers were tugging at rafe’s shorts. he almost laughs at you, how eager you are after being bothered so late in the evening. sometimes you’re so enthusiastic he wonders if you just sit and wait for him. and to a certain extent he’s correct, laying in your plush bed, fingers circling your clit greedily as you watch your phone and wait for a call. he thinks your pathetic, but that’s how he likes you.

“feel good, daddy?” you ask, muffled as you peer up at him, mouth full of cock. you don’t wait for a response, head dropping to suck like he was your favorite popsicle on a hot summer day.

he nods before he realizes you can’t see, mumbling out a lazy response to appease you, head thrown back against the seat.

the noises you make are obscene, wet slobbers and pleasured moans like you were the one being touched. he wonders how he got so lucky, to have someone so willing to fall at his feet.

“gonna cum” he declares, and you even feel your heart warm at the admission, you just want rafe to be happy. anything for rafe.

so when his hand meets the back of your head, pushing you down to the hilt, ignoring the violent gag and the pushback, shooting hot ropes of cum into your mouth as he bucks his hips up, you don’t even care.

and when he drops you back off right after, lazily fingering you as he drives, giving you just enough attention to sedate you, you don’t care either.

if there was one thing you believed in, it was that rafe knew best.