Latest Posts by agblcver - Page 3
yuki tsunoda
If only he were a male seahorse
my baby..........
Hang this in the louvre
never getting over this btw
jfc i need him so bad
BABYBOY IS HEREEEEE
my boy :)
something inside me is healed
oh lawwwwd
Oscar Piastri after the race - Qatar, 2024
mee sorry
the most annoying person you know is having some very normal thoughts about these 4 sitting by each other
girl you've been running through my mind all day
PIASTRELLA NATION HOW ARE WE DOING
i just remembered monaco oscar
Me flirting: so is your bed comfy? Do you have nice blankets?
at his bunniest
leaving glossy lip marks all over frankie’s face when he comes home. sitting in his lap and holding his face as he pretends he doesn’t enjoy all the attention. soft tits nearly spilling out of your nightie.
“yeah yeah, alright alright.” he chuckles raspily as you dive all over him, not wasting a moment when he lowers himself tiredly onto the couch, crawling into his lap.
you’re already a little turned on, making it hard to ignore the way his jean clad crotch is pressed right to your lacy panties but at the forefront — you just missed him, kissing all over his cheeks not caring about the glossy prints you left behind. he didn’t either. “yeah y’know you’re real lucky i didn’t get all messy today. would have ruined this pretty little thing.” he snaps the strap of your nightie lightly and you giggle, biting down on your lip.
“wouldn’t mind! just missed you a lot.” you sigh, cupping his rough cheeks as you bring your mouth to his, finally letting him push his tongue past your lips, causing your hips to automatically roll.
“yeah? what ‘bout that angel-pussy, huh? she miss me too?” he gravels against your lips, and you swear you feel yourself contract around nothing. you suddenly have no words, just moaning and nodding into his shoulder and he’s rubbing your hips soothingly. “yeah. can’t handle all that talk can you?” he nuzzles at your jaw, pressing a loving kiss there. “lemme lay you down baby. look after you.”
raw, next question
just remembered what luke castellan looks like
he invented boyfriendism
one order for a vanilla birthday cake pleaseee!
kook!reader texting rafe “what position have you got her in?” when he takes too long to respond to a text
happy birthday, angel 💓
BSF!RAFE + KOOK!READER ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚
manicured pink nails tapped impatiently on the restaurant table. eyes glued to the bedazzled device with a glittery pout adorning her lips. this was so unfair. rafe would have a fucking conniption if she even thought about not texting him back. and now it’s been… seven fucking minutes? yeah, right.
the last time she left him on delivered for two minutes he was blowing her phone up and all grumbly the rest of the week, pounding her into oblivion for playing games. dont get her wrong; she loved it. being fucked within an inch of her life was her favorite pastime.
but now? rafe cameron was like the worst hypocrite known to man.
‘what position u got her in?’
‘Be so fr’
it brought a smile to her pretty face seeing his sassy reply. with a satisfied huff, she set her phone face down on the table. why not make him sweat? picking up her long island iced tea with a devious grin, she was right back into the conversation with her girls.
the table was alight with giggles and gossip — the pack of kook girls enjoying lunch together after before hitting the beach.
it was supposed to be an easy day, a break from all the confusion and feelings still swirling around princess and her tall, handsome “best friend”. and she desperately needed that. needed some semblance of normalcy before shit took off and everything on the island changed when the two most hated and loved rich kids finally get together.
so she didn’t even flinch when her phone vibrated once, twice, thrice. she only excused herself from the conversation with a smile when her phone buzzed in a rhythmic pattern — a phone call. bubbles of giddy excitement filling her tummy as ‘rafey’ showed on the screen with a point five angled photo of him looking pissed.
“‘kay— be right back, girls!” she sang, already standing with her phone in hand.
“he finally called you, huh?” melodie, a beautiful brunette in a lilac bikini top teased. the table giggled, all looking at princess and feeling a rush of girlish excitement.
“get your man, baby!” another girl, aliyah, borderline squealed.
princess flushed, feeling her body heat up at the prospect of rafe being ‘her man’. god, imagine! she waved them off embarrassedly, teetering away on her platform flip flops, pleasantly tipsy as she leans against the outside wall of the restaurant.
“hellooooo?”
her voice was sugary sweet into the phone, looking down at her nails and checking the polish for any chips. the warm timbre of rafe cameron’s voice rumbled through the speaker, directly pressed into her ear. she found herself wishing to feel his lips moving around the words and against the shell of her ear.
“you’re somethin’ else, dollface.” he mumbled and she could hear the smirk on his lips.
“aw, you didn’t say ‘hi’, rafe…” she pouted, biting back a laugh at the sound of his heavy sigh on the other end.
“hi. you’re somethin’ else.”
“hiii. why’s that?”
his laugh came through the speaker, all deep and settling into her bones like it always does. she hears the tick, tick of his blinker, meaning he’s driving somewhere in that big truck of his.
princess looks around at the marina, taking the sight of obx residents enjoying the still warm, early fall weather. hot enough to take a dip without the water being freezing yet. rafe continued on as she flitted her gaze around the area.
he ignored her question, instead asking his own.
“checked your location. you tipsy right now?”
a giggle escaped her glossy lips, head lolling slightly, “mmm, maybe… why?”
“go back in and pay. sent you one fifty.”
she froze, pulling the phone from her ear and seeing an apple pay notification. he always did this. not like she could just use her dad’s card or anything.
“rafe cameron—“
he cut her off, hanging up after and not letting her protest, “hey— pay and then come back out. know i’ll let ‘chu make it up to me, a’ight?”
it was like a reverse walk of shame — explaining to her friends why she was leaving early and why she was covering the whole tab. walking back out with her purse on her arm as the familiar rumble of his truck approached, petulant in the way her arms were crossed. he pulled up right before her, rolling down the passenger window and smiling in that frustratingly charming way. dickhead.
she hung up with a guffaw, not believing he actually showed up when she was hanging with her friends. the possessive gesture makes her heart jump then fall. very boyfriend of him.
“what the fuck are you doing here?”
“oh, that’s how you talk to someone who just paid for your lunch? get in.”
she scoffed, amused at his gall. even more so at the fact she listened — shoes clacking against the pavement. rafe leaned over the console, opening the door for her. he looks good and smells better. that cologne she bought him for his birthday last year that he seems to be wearing a lot recently. an intoxicating smell that makes her feel drunker.
a plaid button up, rolled up to the elbow and exposing strong, veiny arms causes her mind to wander as he leans closer to her.
“hey, gorgeous,” that low drawl sends goosebumps over her body, paired with a half smile that’s so pretty.
comfortable in the seat she’s become so familiar with, he closes the gap between them. giving her a kiss so casual and natural, it makes her fluffy lashes flutter rapidly. sticky gloss transfered on his mouth that he doesn’t even wipe away.
she’s even more confused when flowers are thrusted into her arms. princess blinks at him like a fish — feeling a warmth settle in her chest at the sight of her favorite blooms wrapped haphazardly in brown paper.
“they, uh— they were in this ugly fuckin’ plastic. know you hate that so… yeah,” rafe shrugs it off as he pulls out of the parking lot.
princess decides this is technically a kidnapping. especially because she’s never been more confused and lost in her life.
he leans back in the seat, driving with one hand lazily, confidently. a glimpse of blue eyes at her and she’s smiling wildly, bringing the flowers to her nose to smell them. princess leans over and kisses his cheek, feeling drunker on the moment and smell of his skin.
“i— thank you, rafey…”
rafe takes notice of how small her voice is, how vulnerable. he nods, switching hands to rest one on her leg. large, warm palm soothing her and pulling her out of her mind before she can even begin to cause herself to spiral.
he clears his throat, squeezing the plush, smooth skin of her thigh, “cowgirl.”
her furrowed brow is adorable. looking up from the bouquet in her lap and over at him in question. there’s a drunken slowness to her, a haze. he hums and pushes his hand higher — marking a mental note of how easily her legs spread to make room for him.
“that’s what position imma have you in.”
no thoughts…. i’m fucking dizzy
wanna sit on his lap
Naomi Campbell for Anna Sui at NYFW, 1994⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
i support oscar piastri in glory and in flop
“Bring back cunty F1”
Y’all can’t even handle Max Verstappen
drew starkey lookalike contest in my bed next???
(only, i send everyone else home when the real drew starkey shows up 🌚)
never you, honey
Oscar and Lando polaroids from COTA!
soooo this is what rafe drives 🙂↕️🙂↕️
this specific mercedes is listed at $159,195. rafe’s car is obviously a different color and potentially a different year, but this car was the best i could find to most resembles rafe’s car (especially interior) here is the link to the car!