it’s like you were put on this earth to bother rafe.
everyday, without fail, come some sort of request—rafe, let’s go get coffee. rafe, i want ice cream. rafe, i wanna go to bed. he tells you to go to bed and you whine immediately after, letting out a faint “not alone! not what i meant!” before he rolls his eyes, one huge hand settling on your hip and the other one on your back, throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to bed.
once you finally get him there it’s all laughs and giggles and avoiding his gaze, getting shy again, refusing to tell him what you really want. he rolls his eyes and gives it to you hard, like he knows you need it, so you’ll fall asleep and let him finish his work in silence. and it works—for a few hours, that is. then you're up again, usually with more requests.
“rafe, they’re having a sale.” you fiddle with your R pendant, the way you always do when you want something and can’t find the words to just ask for it. for a girl pawing at his dick and begging for it raw half the time, you get awfully shy.
“so? how many fuckin’ clothes do y’need?”
“you’re the one who keeps ripping ‘em up! not my fault-”
he rolls his eyes, running a hand through his hair.
"knock it off," he says, coming out louder and more frustrated than he meant.
then he watches you quiet down and scroll on your phone, biting your cheek. he thinks he messed up and made you cry. he feels bad the second it's done, because there’s definitely some pretty, tiny dress pulled up on the screen that you want to show him.
he knows how your brain works at this point—you want him to get it for you, take you out to a cute dinner so you can wear it and then have him yank it off of you later that night. you won’t ask for it though, there’s your shyness again.
you feel bad when he actually does buy you anything more than a six-dollar latte or a big ice cream that you can’t finish.
"what're you looking at?" he finally asks, not even a minute later, looking at your body resting on the complete other side of the bed now.
"nothing."
"you gonna do this right now?"
"do what?"
"just show me what you want."
"no, it's nothing. i'll just ask my other boyfriend for it, it's fine-"
before your sentence is finished, he's already on top of you, squishing your cheeks together, pinning you down. he stares into your eyes, maybe expecting tears, but they don't come. instead you look... satisfied. satisfied with yourself for riling him up like you wanted.
"yeah? other boyfriend?"
"jus' a joke, rafey." your voice comes out all quiet and squeaky since he's holding your face tight. your eyes are big and wide staring up at him. he hates that he's getting hard right now. he lets you go, rolling off and feeling your body sink into his bed.
“get your ass in the car.” it comes out as a statement, not a request. you comply immediately, leaning over to give him a wet, sloppy kiss before stumbling out of bed to grab your shoes. he gets up too, looking for his keys, when you come right back to give him a hug. you press your head against his chest, arms wrapped tight around his neck, eyes fluttering shut, breathing in his scent.
“thank you, rafe,” you murmur against his shirt.
“yeah, yeah, whatever,” he starts, but you don’t miss the way the tops of his ears are flushed with pink. “get the fuckin’ address for that place out-”
he does take you out to dinner, a cute place where he pulls out your chair for you and holds your hand in his on the table. he gets you flowers that match the color of your new dress, which are resting in the backseat of his car now. he kisses your cheek when he helps you put your jacket back on. then he slaps your ass when you’re getting into the passenger seat of his truck, because now it’s his turn to have fun with that dress.
later that night, close to sleep, you paw at his arm and ask for ice cream. the two of you are on the road five minutes later. he turns his head at the red light to watch you lick your cone. then you hold it up to his mouth so he can have some too, smiling and laughing when he takes a big bite.
he's starting to think he likes when you bother him for stuff.
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personally i firmly believe that steve would indeed beg you to let him taste you!! im talking pouting and pleading!
(hope ur so so well and things are going good for you!)
autumn your personal belief is actually law
like, he'd never do it to make you uncomfortable because that is the last thing steve wants but at a certain point, he figures out that it's not because you're uncomfortable that you won't let him go down on you, it's that you're nervous. cue the begging, pleading, pouting 🥺 this is where he turns up the charm, works you up in his lap with kisses all over, gets your heart running fast and juices flowing, then asks again - but this time, steve's prepared for the hesitant expression and then it's all please honey, please, i gotta taste you, i know my girl's gonna taste so good, yeah? murmured into your neck, scatterings of kisses between his sentences and then steve looks up at you, those fucking puppy dog eyes and pouts, please? sweetheart, m'going crazy here and he'll rock you down in his lap just to prove it, prove that he's hard over the thought of getting his mouth between your thighs, do i need to beg? i'll get on my knees f'you honey, please just let me make you feel so good and y'know what? when he shifts you off his lap and sinks down beside the bed onto his knees, his gaze up at you nearly reverent, eyes betraying his mix of awe and hungry lust - the sight of him on his knees is more than enough to talk you around to the idea
(i hope you're well too!!! sorry for the word vom on your ask hehe <3 i hope things are slay your side of the tracks!)
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𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆, @horrorsfm
𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, outside of clover’s den in the main part of town
bradford wasn’t going to close shop any time soon, but there was a lull in clients for the time being. he grabbed a pink peony, orange & red tulip, as well as a white lily. he stopped the first person that he saw walking pass the shop with a warm smile on his face. “so this is going to sound a bit weird, but can you pick one?” his brows rose as he showed them all three of the flowers. the peony stood for sybil, tulip for tatum, and lily for faye. in order to stay focused on the missing women, he wanted to see which arrangement he should work on first. “i’m working on a secret project, but i’m a bit stumped on how to start. help me out and i’ll cover your next bouquet. whether you buy it for yourself, someone else, or i just send it to you.” he might have been coming off as too cheery considering everything, but he just needed to focus on the positive.
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Bisan is calling for another global strike!
I saw some posts just outlining Jan 21st, and wanted to clarify that Bisan has called for a full seven days of action.
What a global strike would look like is:
calling in sick to work
purchasing bare essentials ahead of the week so you can observe the general boycott of goods / buying as little as you genuinely can
putting in a concerted effort to elevate Palestinian voices and make it clear that this strike is in support of a permanent ceasefire!
For those who will have to purchase necessary goods during this time, please observe the brands that the BDS movement is asking us to boycott!
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Right now is also a good time to mention some better uses for your money during this week.
Available e-sims in Gaza are running low!!
Mirna El Helbawi and her team are working round the clock to continue to connect Palestinians as Israel does its best to cut them off from the rest of the world.
You can learn how to purchase and send e-sims here, and below you’ll find a list of what is currently needed (the areas in brackets indicate what region you should select to buy e-sims in).
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CareforGaza is an organisation that does verifiably good work, distributing supplies directly to Palestinian families.
They have a Gofundme set up at the moment, but because of Gofundme’s poor track record regarding refusing to transfer funds to Palestinians, I’d recommend continuing to donate directly to their PayPal here.
Good luck to all of you. Don't turn away from Palestine!
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