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guess who changed her mf theme again☺ do we like?

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do u think some of them follow me...15 thousand people...theres gotta be one..

talking to people at college whilst they're unaware I run a second life...(I run a tumblr blog).

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talking to people at college whilst they're unaware I run a second life...(I run a tumblr blog).

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"❀˚ rafe is so attentive to you. he might be busy ‘handling business’ all the time, but he’ll drop everything if something’s bothering you. he wants you to live a cozy, carefree life, physical proof to you and everyone else that he can maintain that for you. so, when you show up at tannyhill with tears in your eyes, he goes straight into problem solving mode. ˚❀༉‧₊" - (x) inspired by @maiiuelle

you were in a foul mood. one that left you nothing but in shivers, and sniffles. you were holding yourself together until you saw rafe. you had started working lately, telling rafe that you could handle it and that you hated the way that he had to pay for everything. 

you worked at a meek small cafe, serving tables, and coming home greasy and bubbly. sometimes you'd bring free leftover fries, and rafe would kiss you, telling you that there was enough money to pay for it. but you liked it. you liked the simplicity rafe liked seeing you happy.

but today everything was horrible. from the way that the day started from the way you felt in the beginning. you had hit your toe on the door and chipped a nail. then there was a man who yelled at you for getting his order wrong, and you ended up having chunks of potato puree in your hair after a toddler grappled for the food you were serving.

so there you were at tanyhill. staring up at the daunting building, as hot tears streamed down your face. you felt caged in as your arms were wrapped around your body. you felt small, almost as if you could disappear the moment something was uttered.

rafe had given you the key to the house. that's the way he was, giving you small things. giving you small things that you'd always hold close to your heart. sometimes he'd just gaze at you, kiss your forehead and call you his "sweet girl," and you felt your whole body blaze with a fire. and so you gently swung open, the hall echoing with emptiness, you felt yourself smile gently. 

tanyhill reminded you of rafe. and rafe reminded you of good things. yet your foul mood followed you, and somehow there was this inkling feeling that rafe wouldn't allow you to keep your job if he knew how horrible the service was. 

but you couldn't help yourself as you bundled in rafe's bedsheets, smelling that scent of his, and wearing one of his polo's. your hand ached towards the phone, yet you held back. he was probably handling business, but it was finally when you picked up the phone and dialled his number. he picked up in one ring.

"rafe?" you sniffed out, your voice scratchy.

"what's wrong?" rafe murmured back. you could almost hear the alarm in his voice and could feel the way he was probably pacing around. he was probably going to be in trouble. that caused you to wilt even more, as you tried to stammer out your sentence. 

"i need you." 

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you could imagine what rafe was thinking. he was probably worried. worried out of his mind, as you sat in his bed, messy bed head and tears streaming down your face. you heard the creak of the door opening, and there he was.

you saw him, eyes soft as they traced your body. there you were, eyes rubbed red, and a pout on your face. you seemed almost in disbelief, as you stared at him. finally, you jumped into his embrace. it was warm. it was home. you could hear his heartbeat. 

your voice was slurred as you whispered words out, still seeking his warmth.

 "you came." 

it was only here you took a peek at his face, a soft smile was sprawled across his face. 

"you called." 

maybe that was when you realised you loved him. 

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my bby boy☹☹☹💓

look at our sweet boy

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"tortured poets department"

1. tortured. TORTURED??? BBY U TAKE UR PRIVATE JET TO THE NEXT ROOM. UR RICH. U HAVE EVERYTHING YOU WANT.

2. poet. POET. poet where. when she said "we are never ever ever getting back together" fr spoke to me <\3 edgar allen poe walked so t*ylor swift could run fr guys <\3

taylor swift once again being a weirdo freak

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porn link

thinking about blowing gamer!rafe while he’s in the middle of a game

rafe’s mouth falls open as you hollow your cheeks and lower your head further until your nose was pressing against his pubic bone as you deep throat him

“fuck,” he mouths, looking down with half lidded eyes, his fingers shifting from the buttons on the controller

you lift your head and take a deep breath, taking his cock from your mouth you slap it on your tongue as you smile up at him, his cock twitching in your hands as you did so

rafe let’s out a heavy sigh as you wrap your lips around the tip of him, swirling your tongue around as you tease him

“rafe, what the hell,” topper’s voice rang through the headset,

“you trying to make us lose?”

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your the best I’ve ever had 🥰

twirling my hair oo la la. you're the best I ever had mama.

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PLEASE WELCOME...PROFESSOR!RAFE💐

INTRODUCTION ᡴꪫ‎

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who was quite often grumpy, walking into class with a cup of stale cafeteria coffee, a deep frown set on his face.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who had a bad day everyday. that was until you started auditing his class. a pretty lil' student who was interested in the literature he was teaching. of course, he didn't completely lighten up. but he was intrigued.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe spent a few months of watching you in class, seeing you blush and get giddy whenever he praises your correct answers and brilliant questions, he called you back to stay after class for catch up work. which is when he pinned you between him and his desk, hand on the nape of your neck as he kissed you — whispering about how long he's been wanting to do this.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who, from then onwards, was fucking you every chance he got. teachers lounge during class hours, after class, in the library in the dusty aisle no one ventures to.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who will sit you in his lap as he grades your paper, lecturing you for every bad thing you did. "I mean, what type of grammar is this? do you even pay attention during my classes or are you too busy thinkin' about my dick?"

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who on a good day he'll let you cockwarm him as he grades papers, immediately failing anybody with a name he recognises from the times you've cried about how they were so mean to you.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who has a soft spot for you, and only you. it shouldn't be noticeable, but people certainly saw it. he was less bossy, less rude. he gave you extensions.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who will take it upon himself to spank you when you have the audacity to turn in something so, so bad, that it genuinely makes him mad. "the fuck were you thinking? did you proof-read at all?!"

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who takes time to tutor you after his spankings. starting by making you write a two page essay on something, knelt under his desk with his face buried between your thighs. everytime your eyes flutter away from your laptop screen, he pulls away from your dripping pussy to scold you.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who does genuine tutoring with you too, wanting you to actually get better so you don't fail his class.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who, before your history class begins, walks into the classroom to leave a single rose on your desk. he's a lover at heart.

ᨳິ‎english literature!professor who uses his profession to his advantage, leaving little love notes in your bag, desk, jacket, anywhere you'll find them, and others won't.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who signs off all notes with a very, very indecipherable '- R.C' with a sloppy, uneven heart next to it.

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who will messily kiss you against the door of his classroom, two minutes until his class begins. the second he hears the chatter from the hall grow closer, he shoves you off, wiping your lips with his thumb to get rid of your messy, smudged lipstick. he then gently pushes you towards your seat, sitting at his desk and prepping for his lecture. he then throws you glances all the way through it, making sure not to stand face forward for too long so his other, suspecting students don't see how hard he is through his slacks.

ᨳິ‎possessive!professor!rafe who leaves marks all over your neck and your thighs constantly, for people to see out of your low cut blouses and plaited skirts.

ᨳິ‎overprotective!professor!rafe who has to bite his tongue to resist the urge to saunter up to any man who had the audacity to talk to you.

ᨳິ‎jealous!professor!rafe who pounds you from the back in his office, your chest on the smooth wood of his desk. his hand reaching forwards, pulling you up to his chest by your hair. "you think some fuckin' fratboy can fuck you like I can? hm? answer me."

ᨳິ‎professor!rafe who is actually a complete sweetheart, on the inside, very, very deep down.

                                                

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idk when but I hit 700 omg??? thank you sm!!! posting something soon as a lil celebration. love you all

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STOP PEOPLE ARE STILL FINDING MY OLD WORKS PLS GUYS MY WRITING WAS DREADFULLL THENNN!!! (still is)

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nearly just died. good evening everybody! 💓

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n everybody else!!! I'll get started on yours/finish yours soon too!! promise!!! no favouritism here, just that 🌟anon has been waiting a decent while for something that'll probs be mid. Will be shooting out works soon!!!

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🌟anon if u can hear me I'm so nearly done w hobie x branding x tallys for you but I've been swamped. pls just HANG. ON. dont let go <\3

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for my sister @shellxrls

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it was strange for you to be acting up this much, normally john b didn't have to do much to put you back in your place, a good smack and some redirection and you were good to go. but you wanted things to go you're way, you didn't wanna say in the house and relax like he asked, no you wanted to run wild with him all day no matter the danger.

the entire day was spent with him snatching you up by the scruff of your neck, scolding you for being so rash and you looked at him with a scowl and a curled lip because you had the nerve to be mad he was trying to look after you.

being bad wasn't a cute look on you, even as you were splayed over his lap, ass tender from a series of smacks you refused to apologize.

"this is fuckin ridiculous-- you know i don't tell you no to be an asshole i tell you no so you're safe." john b followed you around the house as you stomped away from him, tugging your shorts back up to head to the kitchen.

"i'm perfectly capable, you're not my father i don't have to listen to you." you slam the fridge shut, staring him defiantly as you drink orange juice straight out of the carton.

he smacks it out of your hand, causing its contents to splash everywhere, you barely utter out a curse before he's dragging you back to his room by the scruff of your neck, throwing you face down on the bed with a hand reaching for his pants, "me n' you? we're gonna fix this right now."

he pulls you to the edge of the bed by your ankles and sitting on your thighs as you try to squirm, but he's too heavy, his bulky body pinning you down.

"please daddy, i'm sorry."

"too late for sorries bubba, you're getting this."

what 'this' is isn't apparent at first, not until he spreads your ass, groping the plump flesh as you shiver.

your hands fly back to push him away and he effortlessly grabs them with one hand. the hand still on your ass strokes the soft skin in an almost perverse show of comfort even as you tremble.

"you're alright bubba, breathe." the thick head of his cock start to breach past your puckered hole--it's tight, tighter than anything he's ever felt as he pushes forward in short, staccato thrusts.

a pitiful moan pushes past your lips when he finally lets go of your wrists to grip onto your hips, fully confident now that you won't pull away.

"that's it, good puppy just let daddy in." with each stroke his pace gets smoother and you're left moaning and crying beneath him as your cunt pulses.

"can i have-- will you please--ah--!" you struggle to catch your breath when he fully lays on top of you, feeling sweat pool in the dip of your back where his stomach rests and his hand coming up to cover your mouth.

"shhh, be quiet," john b presses a kiss the the junction of your neck, "you gonna take what i give you alright? maybe i'll give you something after, you know i hate being mean to you don't you pup?"

shakily you nod your head and he speeds up. the air is filled with the sound of his grunts and your muffled whimpers. desperately you try to rub your clit against the bed but he swiftly puts a stop to that by bearing the rest of his body weight down on you.

"goodgoodgood girl, daddy's gonna cum in this cute little ass." true to his word you feel ropes of his hot cum fill you, panting and sweaty when he lifts his now sticky body off you.

when he pulls out you wince, the mushroomed tip catching on the now looser ring of muscles causing his cum to trickle out over your soaked pussy.

john b carries you to the bathroom, sitting behind you in the tub as he cleans you off.

"now you gonna listen to what i say?"

"yeah...i'm sorry i just wanted to be useful." you dunk the soapy rag in your hands in the water before he grabs it from you and wrings out the excess.

"you're always useful. can't be if you're dead though."

"yeah yeah, i know." he runs the towel down your stomach, abandoning it as his fingers reach your mound.

"now that's what i like to hear. told you if you were good..."

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beach day.

warns: calm dominance, soft!jb x curious!reader. reader gets hurt and gently scolded by jb!! nicknames (baby, babe, hon). small blurb whilst i continue with other things!

a/n: first thing of jombee!!! omg!!

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a calm, relaxing beach day with John B was always your favourite. collecting shells, playing in the water and splashing around like kids, him trying to relax in his chair and you throwing sand at him for being boring.

but you had been given one simple instruction of "Don't touch the crabs." because when you were last here with him, you picked up a crab, got pinched, and cried to him for like half an hour. did you listen? nope. you were splashing around with him as per usual, before you stopped and stared down at the clear water, clearly seeing something that caught your eye.

"whatcha lookin' at, babe?" jb asked, trying to look into the water where you were, and saw nothing but sand. "look!" You pointed, grinning before sucking in a sharp breath, dunking under the water for a moment.

He watched you try to reach to the bottom of the shallow water to grab something, amused. He waited for you, curious as to what you were trying to pick up.

you jolted back out shortly after, rubbing your finger with a pout as you looked guilty of something, not even looking at him. He raised his eyebrow when you shot back up empty handed and then pouted, feeling slightly worried when you wouldn't even look at him.

"Everything okay, hon? What were you trying to pick up?" He asked you softly, his face starting to be filled with concern.

you stayed quiet for a beat, before mumbling: "a crab." and his jaw ticked slightly, his concern being replaced with slight irritation.

"what did I say about picking up crabs?" He asked, taking your chin softly in his hand, angling your dripping face to him.

"not to do it."

"and why shouldn't you do it?"

"..'cause they pinch."

"and what did you do?"

"picked up a crab."

"mhm, n what happened?"

"I got pinched."

He hummed lowly, nodding as he gently squeezed your jaw. "should've listened to me, baby. m'always right, ain't I?" He asked, rhetorical, but you still nodded.

"sorry." you said quietly, looking down at the small, paper cut like cut on your finger from the pinchers, and he winced. "eesh. gotta hurt, hm, babe?" he gently put his hand on your lower back, guiding you out the water and towards the tanning beds, making you sit.

"luckily, I know you're accident prone, so i brought these." He smiled as he held up a box of plasters, which made you smile. you didn't even need a plaster, he just didn't want you to get sand in it. he gently stuck it to your finger, before kissing over the top of it.

"all fixed."

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