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Uhmuhhhuhhhh character redesignnnsss bleh inspo from crowberryboo, racer au BY ACCIDENT and someone else ill put here when i can find their name
Oh and ofc mugmutt cuz i wouldnt be the mugmutt president without it WARNINGGG!!!!!!!!! Its suggestive under the cut….
BLUECOLLAR!RAFECAMERON P!LINKS
18+ minors dni!
must be logged into twitter/X!
He provides for you, the least you could do is get on all fours.
third baby
he got home late and you were already asleep
he works for your husband
after his long day of work
he’s so thankful for the delicious lunch you made him
he works for your daddy 2
when you’re parents aren’t home
He loves his wife so much
he had a bad day…
he heard from the neighbors you’ve been talking to the delivery guy much more lately.
sucking his cock while he fingers you.
he finally has a day off 2
neighbors wondering why there’s always something that needs fixing in your room. 2
Little something while you guys wait for chapter 11 of my zombie apocalypse fic!
The blue collar!SIMON "GHOST" RILEY, who caught your attention as soon as you arrived at the land. You were on your summer break, away from the fancy law school you attended, and decided to pay visit to the property your parents bought to build a house on.
Should've been boring, right? The grass, the sand, the dirt, the bricks stacked on top of each other, the buzzing of machines. But no. It was certainly not boring.
Not when you saw him. Hair covered in dirt from all the dust, white tanktop stained with sweat on his armpits, back and chest, and the muddy boots, which could use to be retired for good. All that, with the way his eyes, deep brown, flickered to you, to your heeled legs, made you bite your lower lip when your parents were busy discussing the further project with a man with thick beard.
This man, though? You were already picturing yourself on your knees in front on him, not caring for your designer skirt to get dirty, not when his cock would be in your mouth.