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Fucking hell 😵💫🥵
MINGHAO Going Seventeen Ep. 93 (Rock Scissors Paper)
UNGH small sneak peak bc he makes my weewee go boing boing
Papi (Obscure MSN Mascot)
One of MSN's old Friends in 2001. he likes to hang out with MSN to catch up on work that they had missed. Not much is known about him but he is known to help advertise MSN.
i like to thank @ms-windows-97 for making me learn about this lil fella's existance
On my way to the Manor with my besties for the Fourth of July #4thOfJuly #Fourth #FourthOfJuly #Manor #TheManor #Besties #RedWhiteAndBlue #Papi (at The Manor)
КХКХКХКХКХКХКХКХКХКХКХКХХАХА—
я по приколу это сделала, честное слово
этот арт я нарисовала позавчера и я вообще не жалею о содеянном, он идеален
кстати, сам арт является реквестом друга
(please use google translate or smth else to understand what im talkin’ ‘bout, sorry for any mistake i have done) | usual languges i use: russian, ukrainian
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.
Still need Pedro Pascal, just incase anyone was wondering.
Neko Papi
Quick Draw from last night