littlelamy

[littlelamy]

can you please do some cute fluffy shhit.

-Rafe has crazy fetish on head massages, he loves when reader give him sum, but like hes crazy about it. He want it 24/7.

I love you my beauty.

anon, cus i like to be misterious.🦖

rafe cameron had a thing for head massages. not just a passing appreciation—no, he was obsessed. he was addicted. the moment he discovered how good it felt when your fingers carded through his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp, it was over for him. he needed it. constantly.

at first, it was subtle. he’d lay his head on your lap while you were watching tv, shifting until your fingers were buried in his thick, golden hair. a few scratches here, a gentle rub there, and he’d sigh like you’d just granted him salvation. it was cute, how relaxed he got, how easily he melted under your touch. but then, it escalated.

“baby, just a little bit,” he’d murmur, guiding your hands up to his head, even as you tried to focus on literally anything else. studying? not on rafe’s watch. he’d nudge his head under your palm like some spoiled house cat, forcing you to give in. “c’mon, you know you wanna.”

at night, he’d refuse to fall asleep unless you played with his hair, his head resting against your chest as you lazily traced patterns against his scalp. if your hands stilled for even a second, he’d let out a disgruntled hum, shifting until you picked up where you left off. and if you ever dared to tell him ‘not right now’? oh, he’d pout, big baby-blue eyes going all sad and desperate, like you just broke his heart.

“thought you loved me,” he’d whine dramatically, flopping onto you, his heavy body trapping you against the couch. “guess i was wrong.”

“rafe, you’re insane,” you’d groan, though your fingers were already working through his hair, because—god help you—you were just as addicted to the way he softened under your touch. his entire demeanor shifted from cocky to compliant with the smallest of gestures, and you couldn’t help but be charmed by how vulnerable he became.

maybe it was a power thing. maybe it was knowing that the same man who could be so cocky, so reckless, so wild for control, would go utterly pliant when you touched him like this. maybe it was knowing that when he was like this, all his defenses were down, and he was just your rafe. either way, you were screwed.

notes: more fluff coming soon and a new burlesque reader in the works!

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[littlelamy]

your new theme is the cutest thing ever!! i’m so in love with it 🤍🪽

thank you angel!!💗💗

[littlelamy]

hi happy valentine’s day! idk if you’re still taking valentines reqs but i was wondering if we can get a fluffy rafe fic that gives “japanese denim” by daniel ceasar where rage gives reader flowers or something and she just falls deeper in love

the sky is a watercolor mess of pink and gold when rafe pulls up to your place, his truck rumbling like a low, lazy purr. you weren't expecting him, not really, but that’s the thing about him—he’s always showing up when you least expect, with that effortless, all-consuming presence of his.

he doesn’t knock. he never does. just leans against the frame of your screen door, watching you with that half-lidded gaze like he already knows you’re his, like he has nothing to prove. and maybe he doesn’t, because when you see him standing there, all tall and golden in the dimming light, your heart skips a little in your chest, same as it always does.

"you busy?" he asks, his voice warm and smooth, like summer nights and secrets meant only for two.

you shake your head, stepping closer, catching the way he shifts just slightly, like he wants to close the space between you but is waiting, giving you the choice.

that's when you see them. the flowers.

not a bouquet. not something pre-arranged and wrapped in shiny cellophane. no, these are different—wildflowers, plucked fresh, a little uneven, a little messy, like he had walked past them and thought of you, like he couldn’t help but stop and gather them in his hands because something about them reminded him of you.

you take them carefully, fingers brushing against his, and feel that ache in your chest, the one that only seems to grow whenever he’s around.

"rafe," you whisper, and it isn’t just his name. it’s gratitude, it’s wonder, it’s that terrifying, beautiful realization that you’re already too far gone for him, drowning in something deeper than you’ve ever known.

he shrugs, a smirk tugging at his lips, but his eyes—god, his eyes—are soft in a way that makes your knees weak. "they reminded me of you. didn’t wanna leave ‘em behind."

you swallow hard, blinking up at him, the air between you humming like the pause before a love song’s sweetest note. you don’t say it—not yet—but he has to know.

because when you step forward, when you press your face into his chest and let yourself melt into the warmth of him, you feel his arms circle your waist, holding you close, like he’s been waiting for this moment as much as you have.

he tilts his head slightly, his breath warm against your skin, and before you can think too much about it, he leans in. his lips brush against yours—soft, slow, like he’s savoring the moment, like he wants to memorize the way you taste, the way you feel. the kiss is gentle but deepens quickly, his fingers tightening at your waist as if he never wants to let go.

and he’s falling just as hard.

notes: so happy you requested this because i LOVE this song sm! hope you liked it!

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[littlelamy]

Royal AU Masterlist 

Imagines

Requests

Link - hear me out: prince(maybe king)!rafe x maid!reader. 🧖🧖🧖🧖

Link - Can you do when prince Rafe see reader talking to a other prince after what happened when she saw Rafe with a other woman please

Link - Can you do prince Rafe getting jealous of servant reader. Maybe another staff was flirting w her and he got pissed (you could add smut if you want idk)

[littlelamy]

Your theme???? I’m in love! 🪽🤍

AHHHH THANK YOU !!!!!!!!

[littlelamy]

rafe having a breeding kink? Use of mama and praises?

you had spent the afternoon at your aunt’s house, watching her baby gurgle and coo in rafe’s arms. it was almost surreal, the way he softened, the way his rough hands cradled the tiny bundle so carefully. he had looked at you then, something unreadable in his blue eyes, something dark and hungry lurking beneath the tenderness.

"you’d look so fucking good carrying my baby, y/n" he had murmured, just low enough for only you to hear, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. the words had sent a shiver down your spine, pooling heat low in your stomach. rafe had spent the rest of the visit teasing you with lingering touches, whispered promises, his fingers grazing the curve of your belly as if he was already imagining it round and full.

by the time you got home, the tension was unbearable.

rafe leans in, his breath hot against your ear, a wicked smirk playing at his lips. "you know what i want, don’t you?" his voice is thick with lust, dripping with that deep, possessive hunger that sets your skin on fire. his hands, rough and commanding, slide down your waist, gripping, kneading, holding you in place as if daring you to run. not that you would.

"mmm, fuck—look at you," he groans, his fingers spreading over your stomach, possessively pressing, as if he’s already claiming you from the inside out. "gonna put a baby in you. gonna watch you swell with me—fuckin’ mine."

the heat pooling between your thighs turns molten, a slow, sinful ache as he grinds against you, his cock hard and thick, straining against the fabric separating you. his mouth finds your throat, lips dragging, sucking, teeth grazing just enough to send a delicious shiver down your spine. "gonna make you take it. gonna fuck you so deep, there won’t be a doubt who you belong to."

your whimper is met with a low chuckle, rafe’s hands gripping your hips tight, pulling you flush against him. "say it, baby. tell me who’s gonna fill you up."

your voice barely comes out, breathless, needy. "you, rafe."

"that’s right, mama. only me."

he lifts you with ease, pinning you beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his body heat searing into yours. his fingers trail between your thighs, teasing, playing, spreading you open like his own personal feast. "already so wet for me. fuckin’ perfect."

he doesn’t rush. no, rafe likes to make you desperate. likes to watch you writhe, to hear you beg. his fingers slip inside, slow and deliberate, his thumb brushing over your clit just enough to make you shudder. "gotta make sure you’re ready, mama. need you to take every inch. need you dripping."

your back arches, hands clawing at his shoulders, at his back, anywhere you can hold onto as he builds you up with those wicked hands, his lips ghosting filthy praises against your skin. "such a good girl. so fuckin’ perfect for me. gonna take me so well, aren’t you?"

all you can do is nod, desperate, mind hazy with pleasure as he works you open, stretching you, preparing you. when he finally lines himself up, you’re already trembling, already teetering on the edge of something devastating. he watches you, eyes dark, lips parted as he presses in, inch by inch, filling you, stretching you, claiming you exactly the way he promised.

a strangled moan leaves your lips, and rafe groans in response, his hands gripping your thighs, pushing them open wider. "fuck—yes, mhm. that’s it. take it. take every fucking inch."

he moves slow at first, letting you feel every thick drag, every pulse of him inside you. his lips brush against your temple, voice thick with something dangerous. "gonna fuck my baby into you. gonna keep you so full, so perfect."

and then he snaps his hips, thrusting deep, raw, possessive. the pleasure is overwhelming, dizzying, white-hot and consuming as he pounds into you, as he takes you like he owns you. his praises mix with filthy promises, his hands gripping, his body relentless. "you want a baby, mama? gonna keep you like this forever. filled up. used up. marked."

you’re already falling apart beneath him, but rafe isn’t finished. not until he’s buried so deep you feel him for days. not until he’s sure you’re ruined for anyone else. and as he presses a hand against your stomach, feeling himself inside you, he grins, wicked and proud.

"gonna put a baby in you. and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it."

notes: crossing my fingers that this wasn't cringy, i hope you liked it! 🤍

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[littlelamy]

can you make a story where rafe and reader broke up 3 years ago, but she comes back to Outer Banks only now she has a daughter(who looks just like Rafe) and a husband (Whom she doesn't really love) and rafe still loves her

lamy's notes: i feel like i should do a part 2—send a request if you want one!

you never thought you’d come back.

three years was a long time. long enough to build a new life, to convince yourself you were better off away from this place, from everything that once kept you tangled in its grip. long enough to pretend you had moved on.

but then your husband got a job offer in charleston, and suddenly, outer banks was just a short drive away.

and now you’re here. back where it all started.

“mommy, look!”

your daughter’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you glance over to see her pointing at a row of seashells scattered across the sand, eyes bright with excitement. your heart squeezes. she looks so much like him. blonde-ish hair, sharp blue eyes—features that don’t belong to your husband.

you force a smile, kneeling down beside her. “those are beautiful, baby.”

“can i take some home?” she asks, looking up at you expectantly.

before you can answer, a voice—deep, familiar, and entirely unexpected—cuts through the salty air.

“i think you’ll need a pretty big bag for all those.”

your breath catches. slowly, you rise to your feet, turning toward the voice you haven’t heard in three years.

rafe cameron.

he looks different. older. sharper in some ways, softer in others. but his eyes? they’re exactly the same. the same piercing blue, the same intensity that always made it hard to breathe when he looked at you.

“rafe,” you say, his name barely a whisper on your lips.

his gaze flickers to the little girl standing at your side, and you see it. the moment realization hits. the way his jaw tightens, his fingers clench.

“mommy, who’s that?” your daughter asks, tugging at your hand.

rafe swallows hard, tearing his eyes away from her to look at you instead. waiting. silently demanding an answer.

“he’s…” your voice trails off, the words catching in your throat. you glance at your daughter, then back at him. “he’s an old friend.”

his lips press into a thin line. he knows you’re lying. but he doesn’t push. not yet.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, trying to ignore the way your pulse is racing.

he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “funny. i was about to ask you the same thing.”

you hesitate, glancing at your daughter before looking back at him. “we… moved back. my husband’s job—”

his expression darkens at the mention of your husband, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “your husband.”

there’s something bitter in his voice, something that makes your chest tighten. before you can respond, your daughter tugs at your hand again.

“mommy, can we go now?” she asks, oblivious to the tension crackling between you and rafe.

you nod quickly, eager to escape, but rafe steps forward, gaze locked onto yours. “we need to talk.”

there’s a part of you that wants to run. that wants to pretend this moment never happened. but deep down, you know you can’t.

because the past has finally caught up to you.

and rafe isn’t letting you go this time.

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[littlelamy]

I was thinking of Rafe giving innocent reader a hickey and she’s all scared of what people would think of her and is trying to get rid of it but Rafe convinces her that it’s just to show that she’s his. Alsooo your fics are so good!!

lamy's notes: i hope you like it!!!

you don’t notice it at first.

not until you’re getting ready the next morning, standing in front of your mirror, brushing your hair out of your face, and then—

“oh my god.”

you freeze, eyes going wide as you stare at the angry mark blooming just below your jaw, dark and unmistakable. your fingers fly to it, pressing against the tender skin like that’ll somehow make it disappear.

“no, no, no,” you mutter, tilting your head, trying to see if there’s any possible way to hide it. you reach for your concealer, dabbing it on frantically, but it barely makes a difference. panic bubbles in your chest.

rafe.

he did this. he did this and he knew exactly what he was doing, the smug bastard.

you spin on your heel, storming back into the bedroom where he’s still lounging in bed, propped up on one elbow, watching you with that lazy, satisfied smirk.

“rafe,” you hiss, pointing at your neck. “what the hell?”

he raises a brow, completely unbothered. “what?”

“this!” you gesture wildly. “what am i supposed to do? people are gonna see it!”

he hums, sitting up fully, running a hand through his messy hair. “yeah. that’s kinda the point, angel.”

your stomach flips at the way his voice drops on the last word, but you push past it, crossing your arms. “no, it is not the point. i can’t walk around with this!”

rafe swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing and making his way over to you in just his sweatpants, slow and deliberate. “why not?”

you blink. “why not? because—because people will think—”

he cuts you off by curling a finger under your chin, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to look at him. “people will think what?”

your breath catches. “that we… you know.”

he grins, sharp and teasing. “that you’re mine?”

your face burns. “rafe.”

his thumb brushes over your bottom lip. “you are, though.”

you swallow hard, your argument slipping through your fingers. he leans in, pressing a slow, lazy kiss just below your ear, right next to the mark he left. “leave it.”

“rafe—”

“leave it,” he murmurs against your skin, his hands slipping around your waist, pulling you in close. “let them see.”

you know you should put up more of a fight, insist on covering it up, but with the way he’s looking at you, the way his fingers are tracing slow circles at the small of your back, you’re pretty sure he’s already won.

and, god help you, you’re not even mad about it.

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[littlelamy]

Rafe fucks his secret girlfriend in the pool. Sarah’s best friend. Up to you if they get caught or not

THIS IS SO GOOD 😫

𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚋𝚏!𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜:𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 (𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕-𝚏, 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚟)

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

The house was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had filled it just hours ago. Empty cups littered the floor, the scent of spilled beer and typical frat boy kook cologne lingered in the air. You glanced over at Sarah, who was sprawled across the bed, face buried in the pillow, completely out cold. You, Sarah, Rafe, and Topper all decided to stay the night at Kelce’s afterwards.

Your phone vibrated against your thigh.

Rafe 3:05am - I think everyone’s down out here, what about Sarah?

You smirked, fingers moving quickly over the screen.

You 3:06am - She’s out.

A moment later, your phone buzzed again.

Rafe 3:07am - Good. Put on that bikini I got you. ;)

Your stomach flipped. Even after months of sneaking around, the thrill of it hadn’t faded. You glanced at Sarah one more time, making sure she wasn’t stirring, then quietly slipped out of bed.

The floor was cold beneath your bare feet as you padded over to your bag, pulling out the bikini Rafe had insisted on buying you last week. It was tiny—blue, his favorite color on you. You changed quickly, shivering slightly as the night air seeped through the open window.

Another text.

Rafe 3:10am - Meet me by the pool.

You bit your lip, excitement buzzing in your veins. Slowly, you cracked the door open, peeking into the dimly lit hallway. Silence. Carefully, you stepped out, shutting the door softly behind you before making your way downstairs.

The backyard was illuminated by the glow of the pool lights, casting an ethereal blue across the patio. Rafe stood at the edge, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, watching the water ripple lazily. When he heard you approaching, he turned. His eyes raked over you, darkening as they settled on the bikini.

“Damn,” he muttered, a slow smirk creeping onto his lips. “Knew it’d look good on you.”

You rolled your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you. “Shut up.”

Rafe stepped forward, hands sliding around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His touch was warm against your cool skin. “What?” he murmured, voice teasing as he ducked his head to brush his lips against your ear. “You embarrassed? ‘Cause you shouldn’t be.”

Your breath hitched, hands gripping his hoodie and despite your words, you unzip and pull it off his shoulders. “We’re gonna get caught.”

He chuckled, the sound low and knowing. “Not if you keep quiet.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he was lifting you effortlessly, making you squeal as he carried you to the edge of the pool.

“Rafe—no, don’t you dare—”

Too late. He stepped off the ledge, taking you down with him. The water was a shock against your skin, cool but refreshing. You surfaced with a gasp, pushing your soaked hair from your face, only to be met with Rafe’s smug grin.

“You’re the worst,” you huffed, splashing water at him.

He laughed, moving closer, caging you in against the pool wall. “And yet, here you are.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. He leaned in slowly, testing, waiting. And when you didn’t pull away, he closed the distance, lips meeting yours in a slow, heated kiss.

Rafe deepened the kiss, running his tongue across your lip as you allow him access to your mouth. His hands rub up and down your body, feeling every inch of you. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in even closer.

Without missing a beat, Rafe grips your waist and lifting you into the edge of the pool. He stands in between your legs, eyes locked onto yours as he caresses your thighs. Slowly, he moves closer to your core. His thumb massages your clit through the bottoms of your bikini. You throw your head back and bite your lip, trying to stifle your moan.

Rafe moves them to the side, his thumb is now flush on your bare clip and his other hand motions you to move closer to the edge. Once you do, he has perfect access and replaces his thumb with his tongue. This makes you unintentionally let out a loud moan.

“Gotta be quiet baby,” Rafe says as he smirks up at you.

He dives back in, switching between sucking and using his tongue. You grip his hair to stable yourself. He moves his tongue with perfected precision. He knows exactly what you like and where to touch. Your breathing begins to get heavy and you feel yourself getting close. Rafe noticed too by the way you try to clamps your thighs around his head. He uses his hands to forcefully hold them open.

With a few more flicks of his tongue, you come all over it. He laps up every little bit of your orgasm. You both catch your breath and you slip back into the water in the same position you were before by wrapping your legs around his waist.

Once you do, you notice how hare he got just from eating you out.

“Want some help with that?” Your voice drips with sultry desire.

Your hands move beneath the water. Once they’re back up, Rafe’s eyes widen as he realized you untied your bottoms. You drop them onto the waters surface and they float away from the both of you. Rafe pulls down his swim shorts and you waste no time slowly sinking onto him.

Rafe pushes you back up against the side of the pool and you lean in it with your elbows for support as he grabs your thighs pulling you towards him as he pushes into you.

Using both of your bodies he tucks into you at a rapid pace you didn’t think was possible under water. All the air has left your lungs from the feeling. The only sounds are the sloshing water, your light moans and Rafe’s deep pants.

You’re such a good girl for me,” he murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction.

You swallowed hard, your mind hazy, completely lost in the way he was fucking you. Your lips parted, but no words came out—just a shaky breath, your body betraying you.

Rafe smirked. “What’s the matter, huh?” His fingers traced slow, teasing circles along your thighs he was holding. “Can’t talk?”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, frustration bubbling up at how easily he unraveled you. You forced yourself to say something, but your voice came out soft, barely above a whisper.

“Rafe…”

His grip tightened just slightly, like he loved hearing you struggle. “C’mon, baby, you can do better than that.”

You exhaled shakily, tilting your head back against the tile, trying to steady yourself. “I—I’m your good girl.”

His eyes darkened, a slow grin spreading across his face. “That’s right,” he murmured, brushing his lips against yours but not quite kissing you. “And don’t forget it.”

It only took a few more strokes for you to reach another high. Rafe continued to fuck you through it as he finally reached his own, spilling deep into you. He pulled out and brought you into his chest. Holding you tightly. You looked up at him and he leaned forward kissing you.

You were disrupted when a noise came from behind you. You spun around in the water and Rafe backed away slightly. It was Sarah.

“What the fuck is going on?” Sarah slurred

“Sar… I can explain,” you spoke to her, worry flooding your tone.

“I don’t know if I’m dreaming or I’m just still too drunk, but it’s about fucking time… g-goodnight.”

Sarah stumbled back inside, leaving you shocked but relieved, but confused because of how drunk she still was. Rafe started laughing moving back to you. His amusement, made you laugh a little too.

“Guess the secrets out.”

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[littlelamy]

could we have a lil drabble of precious having a bad nightmare of her dad n barry trying to comfort her in his own twisted way? take this anywhere you want to lovely<3

a/n - this is so short just kill me at this point

PRECIOUS ‘N BARRY

barry knew about the things that haunted precious. he truly did. he knew every last detail of it. he also knew how to help precious. in every meaning of the word.

it didnt shock him when precious yet again woke up in a sweat, panicking. this was a bi-weekly occurrence at that point. she woke up, pushing his hands off of her as she softly wept. barry spoke. “fucks the deal with you, precious?” she stayed silent.

he heard her quick breaths fill the room, sitting up to rub at her back. she flinched, creeping away from his touch. he knew she got like this sometimes, overstimulated. she didnt want anyone touching her. but this was different. this had reasoning behind it.

he knew she wouldnt snap out of it unless forced. so he did what he had to do, he thought. he snuck up on her, grabbing her by her ribs, and pinning her down with his knee. she screamed, pushing and slapping at his face. he grunted, letting a irritated breath out of his nose.

he spoke. “tell me what happened.” she huffed, furrowing her brows at him. she stayed silent. he spoke again, “what was it, huh? was it about your fuckin’ dad?” she froze, her eyes staying stuck to his. he rolled his eyes, muttering out at ‘k.’ his forearm went to her ribs, holding her down singlehandedly now.

he promptly pulled her panties off of her, as her breathing quickened up. she screamed, writhing under him. he lowered the waistband of his pants, pulling out his growing dick. he held her down, speaking. “precious. look at me. see? its me, not your daddy. keep lookin’ at me.” he said, pushing harshly inside of her.

her lips parted, keeping eye contact. she moaned, watching him. he returned her gaze, thrusting in and out of her. he spoke. “who is it baby, who am i?” she swallowed, panting. “bear. mmph— barry.” he grinned, breathing out a chuckle. “yeah. thats right, precious.”

she felt him speed up his pace, pressing down on her lower stomach. his forehead dropped to hers, pressing kisses on the corner of her mouth. she spoke. “bear— ‘m gonna cum.” he nodded, letting out a breath. “i know, baby. go ‘head.” she moved her head, letting her lips connect to his.

she bit down on his lower lip, drawing out a groan from him. she felt him twitch inside of her, cumming with him. they moaned into eachothers mouth, quick kisses coming after. he muttered into her mouth. “you— you feel better, precious?” she hummed against his lips, nodding.

he sat up, looking down at her state. she had been crying the whole time. he could tell. he wiped under her eyes, admiring her. he dropped his hand, pressing a kiss to her knee. he picked her panties back up, sliding them up her body. he patted the mound between her legs, grinning.

he laid back down next to her, letting her crawl up into him. she let one of her hands go up his shirt, laying against the warm skin of his stomach. she sighed, nuzzling up into him. she kept quiet, not a word leaving her. he knew better then to make her talk about it.

he knew that was only a short term solution. that she’d end up in the same situation as soon as next week. but he also knew she probably didnt even want to try to permanently fix the problem. she was too scared. too nervous.

she was too comfortable with being uncomfortable.

tags : (dm if u wanna b added, or taken off.)

@lacehartz @battybaby111 @maybanksangel @kittyreposts @littlelamy @theeternaloptimistt @sugaraanddiesel @enchantedstarfish @iwishiknew-69 @heavenlyangelbaby @rafesdoe

[littlelamy]

THE PEN PAL

𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗!𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 6

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 | 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙰𝚜 𝚊 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗-𝚙𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊. 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎—𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗, 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕. 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍.

a/n - I'm going through a couple of parts now. So depending on my proofreading I should be fairly consistent the next couple of days. Some parts are going to be shorter than others only because it depends on what I'm talking about.

Also I really need to double check my taglist - I'm pretty sure this is everyone but I didnt expect it too be so long (thank you <3) and want to make sure I have everyone!

Taglist + some moots <3 - @rafestoothbrush @weluvwbb @itsforeverandalwayz @megiiite @percysley @siredbtches @bigenergy777 @aupernatural-teenwolflover @slut4you @rafegf-real @skywalker0809 @kieeslove @snowtargaryen @angelicameron @maybankslover @rafesheaven @cameronsprincess @cooper8224 @hockeybabe87 @xdaughterofpersephonex @leather-n-velvet @maybejj @mima116 @urbrunettebombshell @pogueprincesa @purplerose291 @frankoceanluvr11 @starsmoonn @akobx @jademckay @marleymarleymarleymarley @littlelamy @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @diasnohibng @costalgirlyr @quinnsbabygirl @rafe-cameronswife @stoned-writer @esposamultifandom @anamiad00msday @emelia07 @seokjinluvb0t @hannaa20002000 @wtfdudesblog @weirdowithnobeardo @masongetinmybed @aweasleyobrien @dollydoll111 @moustacherryismyhusband @uarmyhopeworldwide @livie4lifestarkeyblyth @anamiad00msday @esposamultifandom @st8rkey @mayamacall @my-name-is-baby @judesgfirl @jjasmiineee @sleepiibunniiii

[littlelamy]

🕊️🕊️🕊️

INTRODUCING.. DOVE!READER ₊˚⊹♡

girlblogger. jazz music. darling. poetry. espresso martinis. photography. pilates. road trips. dating actor!drew.

DOVE!READER who is kind-hearted and thoughtful. she radiates a magnetic energy that draws people in, not because she's loud or flashy, but because she's deeply authentic. her warmth and emotional intelligence shine through in her content, where she shares everything from vlogs of her daily life, cozy playlists or tips on navigating adulthood, often being referred to as the "girlies favorite big sister."

DOVE!READER who is working as a creative director for social media content, which allows her to channel her inner artist on a daily basis. she is always down for a cozy coffee shop date and loves visiting art galleries, but also never says no to a night out. dove has a soft spot for jazz music while her style is the perfect mix of minimalism and nyc streetwear.

DOVE!READER and drew who are perfectly in sync, despite their differences in lifestyle. dove has a way of making everyone feel valued and seen, which is something drew admires deeply. but what he loves most about her is that he can have deep, meaningful conversations with her, but also turn the whole thing around and have a heated debate over which ice cream flavor is superior.

DOVE!READER who's never felt so loved by anyone but drew. he is her rock, literally her biggest supporter, being there for her when she struggles to believe in herself. he doesn't shy away from being goofy, matching her freak perfectly. he sees her for who she really is and loves every part of her without reservation, making her feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

coming soon..

.ᐟ layout credit/inspo: @rafesangelita

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[littlelamy]

“𝐁𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧” - 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐔

𝙽𝙷𝙻!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 ���𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸𝟼

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 | 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙻𝙰 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝙷𝙻 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝙳𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑?

𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎?

𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 | 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 - 𝚓𝚓 (𝚎𝚡 𝚋𝚏), 𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚘é 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 (𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛), 𝚖𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚢 (𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚘é’𝚜 𝚌𝚘-𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍), 𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚎 (𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕’𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛), 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚎 (𝚕𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 + 𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎)

𝜗𝜚 𝕁𝕒𝕟𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝟙𝟟𝕥𝕙 𝜗𝜚

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[littlelamy]

hii, please feel free to not write this AND tell me to piss off at the same time if this is something you’re not comfortable with! right, so it would be rafe x insecure reader (about her appearance and weight), but insecure to the point where she struggles to eat, or even just sit down and read, in public places 😬 you can choose any situation that would finally trigger this, quite important, conversation between them (and pls make rafe tell the reader to go to actual therapy + him supporting her along the way with “you look pretty” kind of thing). Thank you if u decide to write it 🥹

lamy's notes: no im definitely comfortable with this topic—i hope you like it!

it happens at a restaurant.

just a casual dinner with the group, something easy, something fun, but the second you walk in, the air shifts. the low hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, the occasional burst of laughter—it all presses down on you, heavy, suffocating. your stomach churns, the mere thought of ordering something making your throat tighten.

so you don’t.

“not hungry,” you murmur when rafe glances at you, concern flickering in his blue eyes. you distract yourself by fidgeting with the edge of the menu, tracing the words with your finger just to have something to do.

he doesn’t push, but he doesn’t drop it either. you can feel his gaze, steady, studying you in that way he always does when he knows something’s off.

the food comes. everyone digs in. conversation flows. and you sit there, forcing a smile, ignoring the way your hands feel clammy, the way your chest tightens every time someone glances your way.

then, someone says it. not maliciously, not even directed at you, but enough.

“god, i shouldn’t even be eating this. i’ll have to spend an extra hour at the gym tomorrow.”

it hits like a slap. your skin prickles. suddenly, all you can hear is every awful thought that’s been swirling in your head for years.

rafe notices immediately. the way your fingers clench around the napkin, the way your breathing changes, the way your shoulders go rigid. his jaw tightens, something sharp flashing across his expression as he drops his fork, turning his full attention to you.

“come with me,” he says, voice low but firm. he doesn’t wait for a response, just takes your hand and leads you outside, away from the noise, the weight of it all.

“what’s going on?” he asks as soon as you’re alone, hands cupping your face, thumbs brushing lightly against your cheeks.

“nothing,” you whisper, looking away.

“bullshit.” he tilts your chin up, making you meet his gaze. “talk to me, angel.”

it takes everything in you not to break right there, but the dam is already cracking. your voice wobbles when you finally speak. “i just… i can’t do this. i hate sitting there, feeling like every single person is looking at me, judging me. i hate thinking about food, about what it’s going to do to me, about how i look, about—” you inhale sharply, cutting yourself off before you spiral further.

rafe’s eyes darken, not with anger, but with something deeper, something that makes your chest ache. “baby,” he breathes, pulling you into his arms. he holds you tight, like he’s trying to shield you from every thought eating you alive.

“this isn’t okay,” he says after a moment, his voice softer now. “you know that, right?”

you squeeze your eyes shut. “i don’t know how to stop.”

he exhales, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “we’re gonna get you help, okay? real help. not just me telling you you’re beautiful—because you are, and i’ll keep telling you every damn day until you believe it—but someone who actually knows how to help with this.”

your throat tightens, but for the first time in a long time, it’s not just from fear.

“you’re not alone in this,” rafe murmurs, pulling back just enough to look at you, his hands still cradling your face. “but you have to let me in. let someone in.”

a shaky breath. a hesitant nod.

rafe smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. then, as if he just can’t help himself, his lips brush over yours, soft and slow, like he’s trying to kiss every bit of doubt away.

“we’ll figure it out, angel. together.”

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[littlelamy]

GIRL OMF I HUST THOUGHT OF SMTH

okay what if the reader is going through a tough time and so she just runs away somewhere on the island leaving her phone not telling anyone to clear her mind and rafes over to her place bc she’s not answering his calls and texts and then he figures she’s gone so he turns the island upside down trying to find her it could be an angst smut fluff or anything u can I would really appreciate it 💕💕💕😚

lamy's notes: i hope you like it!!

the walls were closing in.

it felt like everything was too much, too loud, too heavy, pressing against your chest until it ached. you needed out. needed air. needed to be anywhere but here, where the weight of expectations and worries and everything else threatened to drown you.

so you left.

no phone. no note. just slipped out the back door and let your feet carry you wherever they wanted, the humid island air wrapping around you as you walked, aimless, the sound of the ocean crashing in the distance like a siren’s call.

meanwhile, rafe was losing his fucking mind.

he’d shown up at your place, expecting you to be curled up in bed, maybe ignoring his texts, maybe just needing some space, but the second he saw your phone on your nightstand, screen lighting up with his missed calls, his heart sank.

“fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

this wasn’t like you. no matter how bad things got, you never just disappeared. he tried to push down the rising panic, but it clawed at his throat, dark and relentless, an ugly thing whispering the worst possible scenarios in his ear.

so he tore through the island looking for you.

checked the beach first, then the docks, then every quiet little hideaway he knew you loved.

nothing.

it wasn’t until he found your footprints in the sand, trailing toward a secluded cove, that he finally let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

he found you sitting on the rocks, knees pulled to your chest, staring out at the waves.

“jesus, baby,” he exhaled, voice rough with relief and frustration. “you can’t just fucking disappear like that.”

you flinched at the sound of his voice, barely looking over your shoulder. “needed to clear my head.”

rafe crouched beside you, his hand immediately finding your thigh, fingers squeezing like he needed to make sure you were real. “you scared the shit out of me.”

“didn’t mean to.”

“yeah, well, you did.”

you finally looked at him then, and whatever he saw in your eyes made his jaw tighten, something raw flashing across his face. “talk to me,” he said, softer this time, his thumb stroking your skin.

“i just…” you sighed, shaking your head. “everything’s too much, rafe. i feel like i can’t breathe.”

he swallowed hard, his hands shifting, gripping your hips now as he pulled you toward him, onto his lap, his forehead pressing against yours. “breathe with me.”

you hesitated, but then his hands were sliding under your shirt, warm and grounding against your skin, and suddenly, it was easier. inhaling when he did, exhaling when he did. feeling him. letting him steady you.

“that’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours, not quite a kiss, just a reminder that he was here, that he had you. “whatever’s going on in that pretty head of yours, we’ll figure it out. together.”

you melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair as you finally let go, letting him take some of the weight, letting him hold you up.

he shifted, his grip tightening, and then his lips were on yours, soft at first, just a reassurance, but then you made a small, desperate sound against his mouth and it was like a switch flipped.

he kissed you harder, deeper, his hands gripping your thighs, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

“gonna take care of you, angel,” he murmured, lips trailing down your neck, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your shorts. “gonna make you forget everything but me.”

you let out a shaky breath, nodding, giving in.

and rafe kept his promise.

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[littlelamy]

Hey love I was wondering could u do a one where rafes angel been just so stressed about Sarah’s baby shower party and she’s just all over the place pacing in her room planning every single detail wearing herself out and rafes just all mushy and cute with her trying to take stress off her

Thx angel!

lamy's notes: hope you like it!

you're pacing. back and forth, back and forth, hands tugging at the sleeves of your oversized sweater as you mumble under your breath, listing out decorations, catering, the playlist—every tiny detail of sarah’s baby shower that needs to be perfect. because it has to be. because it’s sarah’s big day, and you love her, and if one thing goes wrong, you’ll never forgive yourself.

rafe watches from the bed, propped up on his elbows, an amused little smile playing at his lips. you don’t notice, too lost in your own head, too wound up in the never-ending cycle of planning and worrying and—

“baby,” he says softly, but you don’t hear him, still muttering about whether or not pink and gold is too cliché for a girl’s baby shower.

he tries again. “angel.”

you stop, blinking, finally looking at him. he pats the space beside him on the bed, raising an eyebrow. “come here.”

“rafe, i don’t have time—”

“you do.” he pushes himself up fully now, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “just for a second, okay? you’re driving yourself crazy.”

you sigh, chewing your lip, but the look in his eyes—soft, pleading, laced with something warm—makes your resolve crack just a little. with a huff, you plop down next to him, letting your head fall against his shoulder.

immediately, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, fingers slipping under the hem of your sweater to trace gentle circles against your skin. “you’re working too hard,” he murmurs into your hair. “sarah’s gonna love whatever you do. doesn’t have to be perfect.”

“yes, it does,” you mumble, nuzzling closer, letting the steady beat of his heart calm the frantic rhythm of your own.

rafe chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “it’s already perfect ‘cause you’re doing it.”

your breath catches, warmth spreading through your chest, the stress melting away bit by bit under the weight of his touch, his voice, his love.

“you’re too good to me,” you whisper.

“damn right i am.” he grins, tipping your chin up, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “now, take a break. for me?”

you sigh, pretending to debate it, but you already know you’re giving in. “fine. but just for a little bit.”

rafe hums, pulling you closer, his lips brushing against your forehead. “that’s my girl.”

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[littlelamy]

Rafe x Girl next door type/Sweet!Pouge Reader: He sees her at a party and he sets his eyes on her, wanting to hook up with her for the night and ditch her the next day. He gets surprised thought when he actually talks to her, how kind, sweet and genuine she is # and to also find out that she is the relationship girlfriend type that would never have sex with someone random # but does not end it right there with him then trying to find someone else for the night but actually find himself drawn to her and wanting to take care of her/protect her and offers to drive her home (and whatever else you can think of, just a suggestion)

lamy's notes: i hope you like it, angel!

the party is in full swing, neon lights flickering against the walls, bodies packed tight with the heady scent of sweat and liquor thick in the air. rafe cameron leans against the kitchen counter, a red solo cup dangling from his fingers, half-full of something he’d stopped tasting an hour ago. his sharp blue eyes scan the crowd, predatory, practiced, already picking out his next conquest.

then he sees you.

it isn’t like the other girls he usually finds himself entangled with. no plunging neckline, no practiced sultry gaze or desperate attempt to get his attention. you’re different—sweet-looking, soft around the edges, the kind of girl who smiles at people like she means it. the kind of girl who doesn’t belong here.

and fuck, does that make him want you more.

you’re laughing, head tilted back just slightly, talking to a couple of your friends who don’t seem nearly as enthralled by you as they should be. you aren’t drinking, he notices. just standing there with some soda in your hand, cheeks flushed but not from alcohol. from joy. genuine, untainted joy.

rafe smirks. this will be easy. the sweet ones always melt in his hands, naive enough to believe whatever story he spins, desperate for that kind of attention from someone like him. he pushes off the counter and makes his way toward you, predatory confidence in every step.

“didn’t peg you as the party type,” he murmurs, sliding in beside you. your head turns, and when those warm, wide eyes meet his, something in his stomach twists.

you smile. actually smile at him. no coyness, no pretense. just a simple, friendly, fucking devastating smile. “yeah, i guess i’m not,” you admit, a little sheepish. “but my friends wanted to come, so here i am.”

rafe arches a brow. “and you’re not drinking?”

you shake your head. “not really my thing.”

his usual lines, the easy teases and flirtations, catch in his throat. there’s nothing to latch onto here, no feigned innocence waiting to be shattered. just…you. real. unaffected. completely unlike anyone else in this house.

“not your thing, huh?” he echoes, tilting his head. “so what is?”

you give a small shrug, your fingers curling around your soda cup, you begin to ramble about random things. “i don’t know. movie nights, bonfires on the beach, making pancakes at midnight just because. you know, wholesome stuff.”

wholesome.

jesus christ.

rafe hasn’t felt this off-kilter in years. he came here tonight looking for a quick fuck, someone to drag upstairs and forget about the next morning. and yet, here he is, utterly hooked on you talking about making pancakes at midnight.

“you’re not from around here, are you?”

you laugh, light and warm. “born and raised.”

“huh.” he studies you, trying to pinpoint exactly what makes you so different. maybe it’s the way you look at him, not like he’s some trophy to be won or some cautionary tale to be avoided, but just…like a person.

he doesn’t know what to do with that.

“so,” he tries again, leaning in slightly. “if you’re not into parties, what’s keeping you here?”

you tilt your head, studying him right back. “good company, i guess.”

rafe isn’t used to being caught off guard. isn’t used to having the script flipped on him like this. but instead of pissing him off, it just makes him more intrigued.

for a split second, he thinks about cutting his losses, about finding someone else who’d be easier, who wouldn’t make his chest feel tight in a way that has nothing to do with lust. but the thought of walking away from you right now?

doesn’t sit right.

“let me drive you home,” the words are out before he even realizes he’s said them.

your brows lift slightly, surprised but not suspicious. “you sure? i wouldn’t want to take you away from the party.”

he smirks. “believe me, sweetheart, nothing here’s worth sticking around for.”

you hesitate for a moment, then nod. “alright. that’d be nice.”

rafe has never been interested in nice before. nice doesn’t get you anywhere. nice is weak. but as you walk beside him out of the house, trusting him in a way he knows he hasn’t earned, he thinks—

maybe nice isn’t so bad.

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