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sevdoesnotexist · 2 years
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Hey do you know what happened to @cock-dealer/morg? Sorry for the random ask i saw you reply often but like. i was offline for like a week straigh5 and now hes gone + im genuinely sad and also worried bc he was one of my fave bloggers lmao is he okay?
Hey so a lot has happened since March if you haven't been around. Essentially (from my understanding), Morg experienced abuse at the hands of medical staff during a hospital stay that left him in a really bad place dealing with the trauma that was brought on by that. He is and was often posting about his poor mental health and suicidal ideation.
A few weeks ago he had attempted to kill himself, I don't know him well enough to say what attempt # it was for him overall but I'll say "the first time" even though I don't think it was. In around this time too, there was "slur discourse" happening around who should and shouldn't call themselves a cripple and a lot of discussion around honouring Tai's memory by respecting the origins and meaning behind the cripplepunk movement.
A lot of emotions were running high and honestly I had seen the discourse in the community as petty insquabbling until shit hit the fan. I was kinda not touching it past my opinion on cripple being a slur that only some people can reclaim. Anyways through this discourse Morg had been receiving a lot of anon asks egging him on, telling him he's a shit person, really just generally horrible stuff and some anons who weren't necessarily approaching in bad faith got caught in the crossfire, which those interactions were used by the handful of people vocally disagreeing with Morg to further the narrative that he was a Big Bad Exclusionist™
Eventually Morg got pushed past the point of frustration and presumably while under the influence of whatever he had taken in an attempt to take his life or I also know he has mentioned the stress of it let to a psychotic episode which seems to make a lot of sense to me. Basically, he sent an anon to one of the people who was one of the instigators and main users furthering the discourse vaspider an ask that read along the lines "you got what you wanted" and posted that he had tried to kill himself for the "second" time. Around this time I know I was personally very worried and constantly refreshed his blog and sent him anons with kind messages like everyday just trying to combat the SHEER amount of hatred he was receiving not FROM users like vaspider and happysadyoyo but BECAUSE of how they were framing his mental health crisis was definately resulting in MASSIVE amounts of anon hate and suicide baiting.
The final straw for me is when I made a vent post about my feelings on the matter and vaspider literally shouted me down and called me an asshole for venting about my medical trauma and my feelings on the cripplepunk discourse. It was a really mask off moment for me I think they felt like betrayed that I didn't side with them since we were mutuals or something but regardless it made me really uncomfortable and honestly was incredibly triggering also so I blocked them as well as y'know, whoever I felt like, as I'm allowed to :))
Then like a week after that all happened, happysadyoyo, a user who WAS mutuals with me and vaspider but had actually NEVER interacted with Morg in his life, made a fucking YOUTUBE VIDEO about morgs suicide attempt, relating it to the show Thirteen Reasons Why and his own time spent being a manipulative asshole, essentially trying to insinuate that Morg had tried to take his life as a way to guilt and manipulate someone over Internet slur discourse. Yup. I was disgusted by the behaviour and openly said as much. The link is actually still up as far as I'm aware, yoyocunt refused to take the video or even the post with the link down, citing "his own psychosis"
From there I guess people who were watching this happen to Morg from the sidelines thought it would be funny to give those users a taste of their own medicine and started sending them a lot if gross anon hate including stuff like scat porn. I also think this was probably an attempt by some to paint Morg and his followers in a bad light. I mean while we had a giggle over the misfortune of people who had been royal douche canoes, we also all have made it pretty clear that we don't condone sexual harassment or suicide baiting. Those users often take screenshots of posts Morg makes without the context of a reblog or the notes cropped out in order to give the impression Morg is like, actively telling his followers to send them death threats and poop vids but like, that's just not the case.
So like you missed the most batshit insane turn of events, I don't think I covered everything concisely because I'm high but yeah basically people started disrespecting a dead kids movement and memory as well as trying to villainize a mentally ill trans dude for disagreeing with them and being rude about it
And, he's still here by the way, he's just @penis-peeper now.
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black-arcana · 4 months
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METAL LADIES (2023 VERSION)
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omoriri-i · 9 months
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HYV BETTER RELEASE TESLA AND EINSTEIN IN HSR OR ELSE I AM GOING TO START TO RIOT.
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rosicheeks · 11 months
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objectively single funniest tumblr experience is when people start a fight with you / send you anon hate but use your correct preferred pronouns. Bonus points if you use multiple pronouns and they mix them up within the same message while referring to you toward someone else who also hates you
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abortion is good for you and so is testosterone
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pwurrz · 2 years
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kung pow penis isn’t enough. i need to kill
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moonamite · 22 days
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Realized most of my oomfs are 18 or over because I can’t fucking stand most of the kids my age .. Like yeah I can be silly sometimes but I know things can have lasting consequences and dear god are they so immature
Also they have ZERO drip. Also bc I’m allowed to talk more “grown up” and it feels more liberating. I know I’m in America but why are these kids so dumb….
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slvttyplum · 1 month
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choso was your dealer and lord was that man fine, he didn't even have to dress up to let you know that he was going to look fine regardless, with his sweats and wife beater on every time you showed up.
sometimes you didn't even need weed, you just wanted to see him and a part of you was convinced that he knew that, but you didn't care, the sooner he knew that you wanted him, the sooner you were going to get him.
now that was your thought process five months ago before you actually started fucking him, each time you show up to his apartment it's surreal that you won't be leaving in the next 3 minutes.
you obviously did a good job because choso didn't play about you, like at all, if he heard your name making its way around campus he would cock his eyebrow and wonder what the fuck was going around, you had him in a chokehold.
he needed you bad, there was something about you that made him stand tall and lick his lips.
“what's up? you need anything?” is a text that would be coming to your phone screen every time he didn't hear from his pretty princess, he made sure you were fed, safe, and dicked down when needed to be.
don't get him on the nights where he's not sober because best believe you're going to be in his lap grinding and kissing on him, the feeling of your skin on his bought him butterflies and made him light-headed.
his hands slowly rubbing up your thigh as he kissed your soft lips and traced it down to your jaw then your neck, taking time to smell you then put his mark-down. his tongue tracing over your flesh and lightly sucking as his eyelashes flutter trying to stay open.
you were his peace, everytime you came over it was like he was taking a walk on the beach with how much you soothed him down and made him crave you more each and every day.
“come sit on my face baby.” his eyes bloodshot red and his eyes hanging low with his sweats halfway off his ass and his legs spread out, with a smirk on his face.
you were his favorite person, and he was your favorite boy. the best decision was stopping by every day and getting a glimpse of him.
one of choso's favorite thing to do besides admire you and listen to any and everything you had to say, was fucking you, your pussy was something he's never felt and no not because he was high.
whenever he was inside you, his body would collapse and make him cum, you felt so good wrapped around him, and the way you would ride him or arch your back was crazy.
“do that thing i like.” his eyes sparkling and his mouth gaping as you get into position. he was crazy for you.
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merakidoll · 1 month
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plug!erens favorite way of spoiling his bimbo princess was fucking you on all the money he had made throughout the day. he would only do so once all of it was clean, not a single bill left untouched, because only the best for you right? he would start slow. kissing all over your chubby body, licking every stretch mark to cellulite. getting you so needy to the point you begged. “d-daddy please!” pussy throbbing in the most delicious way.
then he would slowly make his way up, not forgetting to leave a lingering kisses, making you wish for more. his cock rubbing against your tummy while he whispered all the things he was gonna do to you. how he was going to make you forget everything but how much he loved you. and he never lied. “love who?” he was mesmerized by you, tight pussy sucking him dry with a beautiful face to match- of course he was a goner. purple bruises littered all over your pretty brown skin, of the drug dealer making his mark.
putting a leg up, and pushing yours back. he went deeper into his pussy, balls slapping against your ass, you both so close but would only reach that point when you told him who loved you. “i said w-who” his voice rougher than before, that it caused your eyes to snap open. and for the split second you opened your eyes, you felt yourself almost cum, the deep voice, and green eye combo driving you wild.
“y-ou” you finally had enough strength to whine, cunt leaking with cream, and stomach bubbling. “y-you rennieeee!” you said again, eren now angling his hips to give one last pump, to hit that spot. overstimulation took over as he hit it repeatedly while you came, his on seamen making a mess inside of you. the pile of money getting drenched in you guys love making
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gremlingottoosilly · 21 days
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Idk if this has been done before but Bimbo!Reader X Mafia!Konig
You're a perfect gangster gal. That type of girl that would cling to a drug dealer because of the aesthetics - because you wanted money and a cool boyfriend who would drive you in his fancy car and kill any dude who touched you...you like listening to Lana Del Rey and imagine all of those fancy things - you don't like to work, but you do like listen to others working. You met your current boyfriend because he filled your empty, pretty head with how much he gets being a drug dealer and "working for no one" and how cool he is. He isn't as good, it turned out. Konig is way cooler. Konig is his boss - to your surprise. He is old, yes, maybe in his late thirties but, oh god, is he hot. Huge, wide, bulky muscles under that tight dark shirt that can't even hide how giant he is. Your eyes flick to his bulge, and - yeah, his pants are giving up too. You don't even care that this mafia guy is flickering with the gun pressed against your boyfriend's head, you want some of this. As soon as possible. Konig adores you, actually. You don't ask him about what he is doing for a living because you kinda already know that he is not a regular businessman and because you don't care. You press your sweet glossy lips to the tip of his cock and he is ready to give you that shiny pink car you've been gushing about. You ask if he would give you a ring, and he is already choosing the biggest diamond he can get. You're pretty and dumb, but not in arrogant way - you don't think you're better than he is, you don't consider yourself cool or dangerous. You're not like regular criminal girls; you don't even want to take part in his job - and Konig is more than happy to keep you in his mansion, sitting here like a pretty doll. You tell him about your day like an innocent pet you are. You had a manicure, you did your hair, you slept until 12 and then went for a quick swim because water yoga is it right now. Konig killed three people by 9 AM, but he still kisses your forehead and asks if you want to shove some of your moves in that tiny bikini he bought for you since the last island trip. Konig is a dangerous man with a dangerous job, but he is surprisingly loyal and romantic. He wants someone like you - pretty, dumb, obedient, he needs someone with whom he can relax and not think about the job for once. And your bimbo self is just perfect for this.
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dealer!rafe x pogue!reader who first met when reader tagged along with some of her friends to buy weed from barry. “y’all aren’t smoking this stuff right?” rafe would watch her shake her head, the prettiest laugh he’s ever heard falling from her lips. pogue!reader who shyly waved at him on her way out the door, blowing him a kiss before he could chase after her. dealer!rafe who returns to barry’s everyday until he see’s reader again, making sure she sits on his lap while her friends chat up his business partner. “you’re just so pretty, you know that?” he’d tuck her hair behind her ear, loving the way her cheeks turned pink at the action.
dealer!rafe who let the whole cut know pogue!reader was his, and vice versa. “well if i’m wearing your initial around my neck, i don’t see why you couldn’t wear a bow on your finger.” she pouted at him, resting her head on his chest. “i can’t do that, sweetheart. i count money with one hand, and deal coke with the other. ‘wouldn’t look right.” he’d kiss the crown of her head. “tell you what though,” rafe took a shoebox out from under his bed, revealing a fat stack of money, “you could tie a bow around this, that way i could see it everyday.” she’d jump up, wasting no time in leaving her mark. pogue!reader who let it slip that she wished she had a little place of her own, and dealer!rafe who made it happen in less than a week. “rafe! how did you even get this?!” she gasped, admiring the cottage-like house. “it costed close to nothing. i would’ve gotten us a whole estate on figure eight, but this will do for now, yeah?”
pogue!reader who surprises rafe in a lacey, pink set, making him lose his mind. “wow, look at that.” he’d pull her on top of him, his hands roaming her body like she wasn’t real. “do you like it?” rafe’s eyes would darken once he felt her hips grinding against his. “i love it, but i just want to take it off.” she’d laugh, running her fingers through his hair as she gazed at him dreamily. “i want you to take it off, too.” rafe felt his cock harden at her sultry words, his fingers landing on the clasp of her bra. “yeah? you sure about that?” with a nod, reader found herself digging her nails into rafe’s skin as he plowed into her at an unforgiving speed, all the sexual tension from the last few months finally catching up to them both. “don’t stop, rafe!” she’d cry out, her back arching off the bed once he started stroking her clit.
dealer!rafe who gives the softest aftercare, making sure she’s okay after making her cum around his cock four times. he cleans her up, dressing her in one of his t-shirts, both of them sharing a joint before falling asleep.
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rafeandonlyrafe · 27 days
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warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, descriptions of reader being short and curvy, like 3 uses of the word kid?, they say i love you for the first time <3, established relationship, protective!rafe, kinda drug dealer rafe but really barry just makes a ~scary~ appearance
“rafe-” your eyes widen as you take in the scary looking man standing in front of you, heavy footsteps making their way in your direction.
“it's alright, kid.” rafe moves effortlessly in front of you, blocking your entire body out as you grip onto the back of his shirt.
“who's that you're hiding?” the man asks. you peek around rafes tall frame to blink at the stranger.
“she's mine.” rafe simply grunts out, and the feeling of confusion and fear is replaced by pure flattery as your cheeks blush red.
“she's a cute little thing, huh?” he smirks at you, gold tooth catching the sun as you quickly duck back behind rafe.
“yeah, she's my cute little thing.” rafe turns to you, placing his hands on your shoulders and gently pushing you towards the sliding glass doors. “and she's going inside right now.” his tone is soft, but still commanding.
you glance once between rafe and the man before gulping and rushing inside up the stairs to rafes bedroom, locking yourself inside and even crawling under the covers like the warm material could keep you safe.
you wait patiently, silently as you listen, letting out a sigh of relief when the footsteps you hear making their way up the stairs are clearly rafes, not the stranger with the heavy gait.
“who was that?” you ask as you open the door, rafe pressing you back inside, easily flipping the lock behind his back to trap you back in his room.
“nothing for you to worry about, doll.” rafe smirks at you before his lip drops when you let out a frustrated huff. “come here.”
rafe moves to the bed, pulling you onto his lap, caging you against his body with his thickly muscled arms.
“shit like that is for me to deal with. you don't need to be stressing your pretty little head, okay?” rafe says slowly. you nod back even slower.
“what are you here for, huh?” rafe taps your nose, getting you to refocus on him, seeing your mind already starting to drift elsewhere. “tell me baby.”
“im here to look cute…” you glance down at your fingernails, painted a light shade of pink. “and make you happy…” your cheeks flush red at the next part. “and make you feel good.”
“exactly.” rafe nods. “so when barry comes around, you come in here and wait for me to get back, okay?”
you nod more enthusiastically this time, the worry and anxiety floating away. rafe is there for you, he'll always be there for you, to protect you. you just need to clear your mind and let him.
“so you gonna make me feel good now?” rafe ducks his head to bring it closer to your face. he towers over you, your tiny stature is part of what made rafe attracted to you. graced with beautiful mature curves but short legs and torso which made you pewny next to his massive height.
“course.” a smile stretches across your plump cheeks.
“get naked for me then.”
you slide off of rafes lap, feet padding softly against the rug he bought just because your bare feet got cold against the wooden floor.
you start with your tanktop, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth are you slowly lower it until you fling it away, cupping your hands around your bra, the light pink matching everything, just as rafe likes it. 
you reach behind your back to undo the bra next, pulling the straps down teasingly slow before letting the cups fall away to the floor.
“god.” rafe groans out, unashamed as he grips his cock through his pants. “i like the show, baby, but i need you right now.”
despite his size, rafe moves quickly and smoothly, grabbing your waist and pushing you towards the bed, flopping onto your stomach.
before you can even adjust, rafe is pulling you by your hips towards the edge so your feet are hips are at the side of the bed, legs hanging down.
rafe loves how easily he can manhandle you, make you his little fuck toy as his hands push your skirt up, revealing a tiny thong that is quickly ripped away.
rafe watches as you spread your legs while he undoes his jeans, your pussy already gleaming with wetness as you bare yourself for him.
“that's my girl.” rafe smirks, grasping his freed cock and running it through your folds, feeling the way it soaks his head before he taps it against your entrance, once, twice, and then a final third time before pushing forward, burying his cock inside of you with a groan.
“oh, fuck.” you squeal out, rafe not giving you even a moment to adjust. he wouldn't need to wait for his hand or a fleshlight, so he doesn't wait for you either, instantly setting a rapid pace, his cock squelching into your wetness with every thrust.
“god, so tight. so tight and-” rafe let's out a low moan. “and fucking tiny.”
rafe grips your hips, lifting your entire ass off the bed, your flowy skirt falling even more down your back as he holds you up with ease, smiling to himself as his muscles bulge, knowing this is undoubtedly what will be on his mind next time he works out.
rafe pulls your hips back with every thrust to meet his as your arms scramble to support yourself, but no need as you ultimately resign to your fate, bare cheast pushing against the bed as rafe fucks you, ass in the air.
“god, so good for me baby.” rafe groans out. you're not doing anything other than staying still for him, but you still glow at the praise, clenching your cunt around his cock every time he pulls out.
“jesus, you don't want me out do ya kid?” rafe chuckles, having to work to get his cock out just to slam back in.
“love your cock.” you manage to say. “‘ts perfect.”
“aww, baby.” rafe coos out. “it's your pussy that's perfect for me.”
rafe thrusts harder as if trying to prove his point. you feel his cock swell inside of you and know it's moments before your cunt gets flooded. you relax when the warm cum fills you as rafe moans, fingers squeezing your hips so tight you're sure to bruise as he holds you down on his cock until it's done pumping.
“fuck.” rafe groans, pulling out as you clench your pussy, trying to not let the cum escape, loving the feeling of being filled up with rafe.
“come on, turn over kid.” rafe taps your hip as you flip onto your back, giggling as rafe falls with a bounce onto the bed next to you, pulling you in for a kiss.
“see, kid. that was exactly what i needed.” you can already tell the shift in energy from rafe, the way he's more relaxed now, face not hard set with stress.
the words escape your lips before you can help it. “i love you.”
your eyes widen once you realize what you just admitted, causing rafe to laugh. you pull away, suddenly feeling awkward and exposed, only for rafe to tug you back close.
“relax, baby.” he says, running his thumb over your cheek. “i love you too.”
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bunnycvnts · 1 month
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need you to write me some perv rafe 😌
pairing: perv!rafe x unaware!reader
summary: rafe has a small obsession with you and finds himself with the perfect opportunity to get closer to you.
warnings: pervy rafe, sexual themes, sorta??dark content, male masturbation, panty stealing (is this a warning LMFAO?)
rafe knew you. well. he knew of you. from glances in the hallway when you passed his room, headed towards sarah’s, small conversations when you joined family dinners, and the occasional interaction during parties when you wanted to score some coke on the low.
he knew you from the image he formed in his head. the one that told him your short passing glances were longing, filled with desire. that your hand brushing his at the dinner table was a sign to spread you open on the wooden table and fuck you. that you buying coke from him when there were many dealers in figure eight was because you needed an excuse to talk to him, not just because he was sarah’s older brother and would give you it a little cheaper than most.
you took up far more space in his brain than any of his little sisters friends should. more than any normal girl should. he’d never been so hell-bent on creating and imagining interactions, forcing them to happen, and putting himself in the right places at the right time if it meant he’d see you. countless nights he’d stay awake, hearing your giggles from across the hall while his hand was wrapped around his cock, jerking it to the sound of your voice that would slip between the cracks in the doorframe. rafe couldn’t be by the pool when you’d swim, his length creating an obvious print in the wet swim shorts that clung to his skin at the sight of your body in a small bikini, soaking wet with water dripping down your soft skin. he couldn’t look at you for too long at parties, his focus being solely on you rather than paying customers, even if you were halfway across the room in your own world.
it was safe to say he was obsessed, but it was okay, right? because you totally wanted him too. at least, that’s what he told himself.
for you, he’d always been sarah’s scary older brother that would sometimes stand a little too close, but offered you free coke at parties and would drive you home late at night, even though you only lived a block away and could definitely walk home.
rafe saw the perfect opportunity to get a little closer to you one afternoon after he’d been spending the day by the pool with you and sarah. you’d wrapped your towel around you, saying you were gonna go shower before dinner. sarah waved you off, determined to soak up every bit of sun she could. rafe watched you walk inside, water droplets leaking off of you with each step and the fat of your ass bouncing lightly, visible even through the towel.
he’d quickly sat up, throwing out an excuse of a phone call to his sister before following you inside. his steps were faster than yours, catching up to you quickly.
“hey, yo-you can use my shower if you want? that way, you don’t have to worry about wheezie or sarah trying to walk in.” he tried to sound casual, despite stumbling over his first words. you thought about it for a second before agreeing, having grown tired of trying to split sarah’s bathroom after pool days. rafe guided you upstairs, relishing in the fact that you were now standing in his room in only a small bikini and were about to be showering in his shower. you’d smell like him afterwards; his body wash would linger on your skin, and your sweet vanilla scent would linger in his bathroom. just the way he thought it should.
playing a nice host, he grabbed you a bath towel and turned the shower on for you before closing the door with a small smirk on his lips. you were quick in the shower, only washing your body and vaguely browsing through his products. when you hopped out, you realized you didn’t have your actual clothes. with a towel wrapped around your naked body and a frown on your face, you peeked through the cracked door and asked rafe to grab you your pink beach bag from sarah’s room as it held your clothes.
his eyes widened at the sight of you, but he nodded and left the room, pushing into sarah’s where he spotted your baby pink bag, your name clearly embroidered on the side. he checked over his shoulder quickly, ensuring he was alone, and opened the bag. he shuffled through it before coming across a little white thong that had a small bow on the front. rafe groaned as he shoved it in his pocket, grabbed the bag, and headed back to his room. he watched as you closed the bathroom door again and came out moments later in a sundress that showed off your tanlines from the bikini top, saying a small thank you and leaving the room entirely.
rafe took a moment to breathe, listening to your footsteps pad down the stairs. when he was sure you were gone, he rushed into the bathroom and stripped, your panties clenched in his fist. once he was under the warm shower water, your sweet scent filled the room, making him groan. his cock was throbbing, and his balls were aching for release. the fist clutching your white thong soon wrapped around his aching cock, now soaked and sudsy with his body wash. his grip was tight as he got himself off, your name spilling from his lips with every thrust of his hand. seeing something that once was worn by you wrapped around his length, your panties nonetheless, was surely enough to push him right to the edge. all he could think of was your sweet cunt dripping wetness into the soft cotton, him spreading your folds open and exploring every inch with his tongue, his cock lined with your tight entrance before pushing inside you and experiencing your warm wet cunt for the first time. what really sent him soaring over the edge, hot spurts of cum shooting from his thick cock and onto the shower wall, was your voice on the other side of the door, accompanied by a light knock. “rafe, are you sure you grabbed all the clothes that were in the bag? some things are missing.”
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BTW if you say shit like “mentally disableds can’t say cripple but you’re welcome to use madcore or rabiespunk” I’m coming to your house and mustard gassing your grandparents
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starkeyisthelastname · 4 months
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smut with dealer rafe 😩😩😩
“Can I help you princess?” He asked nonchalantly as you slowly walked up to the couch, hands resting behind your back as he glanced up from counting the stack of cash in his hand. His blue eyes pierced into you, glancing over the small dress you wore before letting out a soft laugh. “I know you don’t do coke.” His tone amused. Rafe Cameron was his name or so that is what your friend had told you. She had warned you that he was an asshole, but gave the best deal on weed if you wanted some that bad.
“No- I don’t.” You told him quietly. “I need weed and I heard that you have some.” You watched as he stopped counting the money, wrapping a rubber band around it before leaning back against the couch on the upper balcony of the mansion.
“I do.” He said his voice in a low rasp.
You swallowed hard, watching his muscles flex as he stretched his arms against the back of his head. You bounced on your little heels, biting your lower lip as you waited for him to tell you how much it was. He was rather intimidating but gorgeous to look at. Buzzed hair, a strong jawline and stunning blue eyes that were staring into you.
“How much?” You finally asked him, opening your little Gucci purse. The money was between your fingers, when you felt a ringed hand pull you closer.
“I don’t want that shit. I want something else.” He told you, his other hand coming out from behind his head to rest on your hip. You felt the goosebumps rise on your smooth skin making you shiver as his fingertips traced over your flesh. “I wanna put my dick inside you. You are fucking the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
You really didn’t know how to react, no man ever have telling you this before. The embarrassing thing was is that you felt your cunt pulse with want. This man quietly possibly having the sexiest voice you’ve ever heard. “I- I don’t know.” You whispered, the party below still going on. While it was dark up here, you didn’t know if anyone else wanting drugs would come up here.
Rafe removed his hand, grabbing his phone off the table. His thumb moved quickly, before setting the device back down. “Don’t worry about anyone. This is my fucking place.” He reassured you, his hand reaching for you again. “I got something that might change your mind.”
He pulled out a blunt, lighting it and taking a long hit as he pulled you down to sit next to him. Your eyes watched as he held it in his mouth, his hand working down towards button of his pants where he reached into his boxers. Your eyes widened as you saw his cock and just how big it was.
“Come here.” He rasped out.
Dress lifted up and lace panties to the side, you sunk down onto him. The way you were immediately filled up made you let out a moan, gripping his strong shoulders for support. “Oh fuck-you are big.” You said, throat tight as you didn’t even have words for how good it felt.
“Shit..” His voice hoarse as your pussy wrapped around him. “You can fucking take it.”
He placed the blunt up to your lips which you inhaled the best you could while gently rocking back and forth on his cock. The man was huge and impatient apparently as he gripped your ass roughly. You squeaked out a moan when his cock jackhammered into you, piercing your cervix with each thrust. “Fuck- fuck.” You whimpered, becoming limp against his strong frame as he made you take it.
“Shit- princess.” Rafe grits out, your cunt squeezing the fuck out of him. “This slutty pussy taking my big dick like a good girl. All because you are feenin for some weed. Fucking pathetic.” He spat at you while one hand came to your throat.
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