littlelamy

[littlelamy]

saw this and wanted to try: created by @cowboylikemily

you are going on a blind date that pinterest set up for you, find out who will be the lucky one and how the evening will end 💌

on pinterest search the following topics and post the first pin that will show up in each category

fictional character

date / night date

gift

outfit

dessert

love quote

npts (and anyone else who wants to do it): @rafesbabygirlx @rafeyscumangel @iamsofabulous @drewsephrry @itneverendshere @dolcekissy @starkeyvhs @starkeynation @kiiyomei @cameronsbabydoll @nemesyaaa @sematarygirls @riddlesbunny @pintrestgrl @ilovefiction4lmen @iiluvtaylorrussell @ribbonprincess @rafesheaven @deanspookiebear @vogueprincess @kildaresweetheart

[littlelamy]

okay update!! i’m currently working on a new reader (!!!) and i also have like 15 requests i’m planning to finish up 🫣 i should have everything done by the end of this week, but things are a little crazy rn—i’m wrapping up applications and getting ready for a big school thing so these next two weeks are gonna be jam packed 💌 thank u for being patient w me i luv u guys!

[littlelamy]

as a reader myself i can't imagine complaining about fanfiction.

heads up:: complaining about what you can't find under the x reader tags won't make it any easier to find. and also as someone who used to write...do you know why most writers started writing? because they couldn't find the content they wanted to read

so for the love of GOD PLEASE shut up about the lack or overload of smut or fluff or whateverthefuck.

writers aren't your fucking genies and all your fanfictions wishes aren't obligated to come true because you whined under 100+ x reader tags.

[littlelamy]

+18 -> smut | getting your nails done + rafe enjoying the way you leave scratches on his back/shamelessly showing them off in the locker room

𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮𝔂!𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝔁 𝔀𝓪𝓰!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: jealousy, ownership, swearing, pet names, scratching, marking, sucking fingers, fingering, massage, sexting, exchanging nudes, *cross-posted on my NHL account*

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⋆｡ °✩⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨୧⋆ ｡˚ ⋆✩° ｡⋆ at the nail salon

You look up at the TV, watching as the camera pans across the ice, and then, as expected, the focus shifts to Rafe. He steps off the ice, his damp fringe falling across his forehead as he bites and slides off his glove, breathing heavily.

The stunning reporter steps forward with her microphone, her smile practically gleaming under the bright arena lights. “You’re going for the big win tonight. How’s the energy in the locker room?” Her voice is sticky-sweet. She tilts her head when she looks at him, her interest in the handsome Defenseman bleeding through her thin veil of professionalism.

Rafe, to his credit, is polite but unmoved. “Energy’s good,” he says, his tone cool, efficient. “We’re focused.”

“And if you guys pull off the win, any big plans to celebrate?” Her lashes flutter as her body angles toward him more, hoping for a little extra charm.

Rafe gives her a small, polite smile. “The usual,” he says simply.

The reporter blinks, clearly hoping for more. “Well there’s a lot to do in Vegas. The usual? Do you have something you usually do when you’re here?” She prompts, laughing lightly.“Just hanging out with my girl.”

⋆｡ °✩⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨୧⋆ ｡˚ ⋆✩° ｡⋆ back at the hotel

Rafe had just finished showering, his hair curling at the ends as he walks over, already reaching for your hands. “Lemme see,” he murmurs, taking your fingers in his own. He turns them over, inspecting your fresh set like it’s the prettiest thing in the world. “Pink? I love it.”

“It’s the color–”

“Of my tip?” He chuckles, putting two and two together.

“How did you know that?” You tease as you run your hands down his strong chest.

“Well I’ve looked at it a few times, princess,” he rasps, letting out a breathy chuckle.

“Approved?”

“Definitely,” he mumbles, and like clockwork, he starts rolling out his neck and his shoulders, wincing in pain. You raise your brow at him, trying not to laugh at his predictability.

“Yeah, baby?”

Rafe just shrugs, feigning innocence. “You know how it goes,” he says through a boyish smile.

“Mhmm…” You hum, reaching for the hem of his shirt, helping him out of it as always.

Rafe’s skin is still warm from the shower, his tight muscles melting already from the slightest touch from you. As soon as he hits the hotel bed he lets out a deep, contented sigh, lazily sprawling out on his stomach.

His beautiful blue eyes follow you as you crawl onto the bed; his smile spreads wider as you move closer and closer until you’re climbing on, running your fingers down his strong back, watching as goosebumps spread across his dewy skin. Rafe shivers, letting out a groan that sends heat coursing through you.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans at the slightest touch.

“You’re so easy,” you tease, dragging my nails over his broad shoulders before pressing them into the tight knots you knew you’d find.

“Shittt,” he chuckles, exhaling sharply as you nail that perfect spot, working out the tension. “Feels so fucking good, pretty,” he mutters, voice muffled against the plush comforter.

You let your finger drift into his damp hair, scratching your manicured fingers against his scalp. “Fuck me,” he groans, turning his heavy head slightly, eyes half-lidded. “I love when you get your nails done,” he murmurs, voice drowsy, utterly relaxed beneath your touch as he lets out a little yawn.

You smile as you twirl your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, baby?”

“Fuck yeah,” he sighs, letting his heavy eyes fall closed. “Shit, princess, they’re kinda sharp. You should keep ‘em like this forever.”

Leaning down to press a kiss to the back of his neck, feeling his slow, leveled pulse thump under your lips. “I’ll think about it.”

Rafe hums in reply, already halfway asleep, completely at peace. “Gotta keep me up, princess,” he huffs. “I’m gonna pass the fuck out.”

You press your nails a little harder into his back, making his muscles tense for a second before he softens into the mattress. “Too much?” You ask, pausing slightly.

“No–No, keep goin’,” he murmurs, voice rough with contentment. “S’perfect.”

You smile as you watch the faint red marks appear where your nails drug down, the contrast between his skin and the marks leaving you oddly satisfied. Your mind drifts for a moment as you glance up at the TV, watching some highlights from the last King’s game, before the camera throws back to the reporter from this morning.

The interview from earlier plays again on mute—and the way she’s leaning in is just a little too much; the way she practically preened when Rafe gave her the slightest smile boiling your blood.

Would she try again after the game tonight? Probably.

“Fuck,” Rafe hisses as you find yourself so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize how hard you had dug into his skin until it had already happened.

“Oh, shit–” You gasp, but Rafe just laughs, shifting slightly underneath you as he cranks his neck a little more to look back at you.

“Don’t stop,” he assures, his voice dazed out but amused nonetheless.

You chuckle and shake your head, letting your nails trail more deliberately over his tight skin. Your pointer finger traces from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, following the place where CAMERON usually sits on gameday.

You scratch your nails into his skin–digging your initials in–watching as they shift red. Rafe lets out a deep, knowing laugh, his voice vibrating through his chest. “I know what you’re doing, baby,” he bullies.

You giggle breathily, leaning down until your lips brush against the shell of his ear, tits pressed against him. “I got a little jealous today,” you admit.

“Really?” He drags out the word, completely aware.

“Yeah,” you whisper against his hot skin, trailing soft kisses down his neck. Your fingers continue to work the muscles in his shoulders, kneading out the tension as your mouth moves lower. You hit the perfect spot, sitting right above where you know the collar of his sweater will sit.

He doesn’t stop you, instead slithering his hand behind his back, slipping under the band of your shorts and panties, finding your clit.

You suck down on his neck as he rolls his fingers on top of your sex, groaning when he feels just how wet you are; knowing this close to the game time, he’ll have to wait to sink his thick dick deep, but he loves to tease.

“Roll over,” you whisper, watching as Rafe obeys without hesitation. His fingers find you fast, slipping your little shorts to the side this time. Rafe dips the tip of his thick finger in your soaked hole, his pretty blue eyes rolling back at the feeling of your body, so warm and wet.

You tilt in, pressing your lips to his, slow and deep, savoring how he quickly wraps his other arm around you, pulling you in.

He sighs against your lips, his fingers pushing deep, soaking his digits with your essence. “I don’t know why I do this to myself,” he chuckles as he continues to torment himself with the thought of ruining you before his game.

“All night long?”

“All night long, princess.”

You pull back, resting your hands on his firm chest. Rafe looks up at you as you trace your fingers higher, circling the hickey forming on his neck.

“You know,” he starts, his voice low and rough, “you always tease me for liking to mark you up…”

“Because you do,” you giggle breathily as you watch a smirk spread on his kiss-swollen lips.

“Yeah, I do. And now you’re over here claiming me like you’re all kinds of territorial or somethin’.”

“I am,” you smile.

Rafe chuckles, shaking his head slightly. “I love it when you wear my jersey,” he murmurs, one hand drifting up your back again. “You think it’s just because I like how you look in it, but nah… I love marking you, too. Anyway, I can.”

His fingers slid down your arm, slow and deliberate, before reaching your hand. He lifts your hand, pressing soft kisses on your fingers, slipping your middle and ring fingers in his mouth as he looks up at you.

“I’m gonna put a ring on this finger on day,” he murmurs, his voice warm and confident. “Mark you up some more.” 

⋆｡ °✩⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨୧⋆ ｡˚ ⋆✩° ｡⋆ after the game

Rafe steps closer to his stall, pulling off his jersey, aware–more than usual—as the cameras linger. He peels off his compression shirt, dragging it over his head slowly and deliberately. The cool air hits his skin as he drops the fabric to the bench beside him before turning around fast–thin, perfect lines left behind by your nails shamelessly shown.

He runs his fingers through his hair, smiling at something someone said before tossing a wink their way; one of the players in the locker room no doubt saying some shit about it already. The second the red light on the camera cuts and the reporter and crew leaves, the chirping starts.

“Jesus, Rafey,” one of the guys laughs. “You get in a fight we didn’t see?”

Another voice chimes in, laughing. “Nah, those aren’t from the game, boys.”

Rafe rolls his eyes, reaching for a towel as another teammate whistles low. “And the hickey?”

“Enough, Rafe,” mumbles smugly.

“Blushing like a slut, bud.”

The dressing room erupts in laughter and groans, somewhere between teasing and outright jealousy.

“Settle down, aight?” Rafe laughs.

“The placement—someone sending a message?” Kelce adds as he gives him a knowing glance. Rafe smiles, shaking his head as he wipes his face, trying to hide it. “He fuckin’ loves it—”

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” Rafe mutters, but he doesn’t deny it. He doesn’t even bother because Kelce’s right. He fuckin’ loves it.

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[littlelamy]

BOOKWORM

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜- 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 (𝚏 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐) 𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚌 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎.

𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 p!link 👀

Rafe came home from a long day of ridiculous meetings at Cameron Development to see you in bed reading your new favorite book. Not so much new, Rafe had just gotten you special editions of your favorite fairy tales and books you could read a million times over. The Little Mermaid, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Grimm’s Fairy Tales, The Snow Queen, and so many more. He had to of brought in 4 boxes loaded of books into Tannyhill’s library as a surprise for you.

You were on top of the covers in nothing but a button down of his that hung loose around your body, Rafe noticing the way it rode up your legs. You were so immersed in the book you almost didn’t hear him come in. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom taking you in like you were a piece of art.

“Hi baby, home already?” You spent most of the day reading not even realizing it was past 10. “How was work?”

“Work was a shit show as usual. People didn’t expect me to handle it after my dad died, but I didn’t expect him to have a bunch of fucking morons working for him.” Rafe took of his suit jacket and tugged at his tie loosening it a bit, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Whatcha reading?”

“Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland - Through the Looking Glass. Started it this morning and I’m already more than halfway done.” You go to close it and sit up to greet him. Pulling him in for a soft kiss on the lips. “You want something to help you relax a bit?”

“I know just the thing.” Rafe grabs a hold of your ankles with a knowing smirk, pulling you down just enough so that your head hits the pillow. He lays flat on the rest of the bed, still in that suit that makes him look so god damn irresistible. He begins to press slow kisses up your thighs. “Don’t let me disturb you, keep reading.”

“Rafe, wha-” your words are cut off by him hooking 2 fingers around the fabric of your panties and pulling them to the side where he continues to lightly kiss around your folds.

“Come on, read to me, I’ve never read this one before.” He glances up at you.

“We’ve watched the movie,” you retort.

“Don’t you always say the books are better? Read to me baby,” he licks a slow strip up placing yet another kiss above your mound.

You playfully roll your eyes picking the book back up and return to the page you left off on.

“But there’s one great advantage in it, that one’s memory works both ways. “I’m sure mine onl-” ah fuck Rafe,” your eyes roll, dropping the book to the side of you. Your free hand reaches for his head.

Rafe looks up , chin already soaked with you. “Come on what happens next. If you stop reading, I stop what I’m doing, then I stop relaxing.”

You try to regain your composure, as Rafe dips his head back into you. Your hand shakes as you pick up the book. Feeling his tongue swirl around your clit and his lips pull it into suction. Your vision goes blurry trying to find where you cut yourself off.

““I- I’m sure m-mine on works one way,” Alice remarked. “I can’t remember things before they ha-happen.”” You freeze at the end of the sentence frozen by the feeling of what's going on in between your legs. “Rafe I can’t, fuck that feels good.”

You drop the book on the floor and Rafe doesn’t flinch. Both hands now tighten his grip around your thighs and he pulls you in closer, mouth never leaving your pulsating cunt. You clench around nothing. His tongue switch from your dripping hole back up to your clit. You feel his drool, sliding down you leaving a pool on the bed.

The wet sounds of his tongue flicking are like music to your ears. Your legs start to shake, even in his firm hold. One hand has a grip on his shaved head, the other holding onto his fingers. You try to find some sort of grounding, but you can’t.

Your back arches off the bed, your eyes roll back so hard it almost hurts and you cum right into Rafe’s mouth. He keeps his tongue flat on your moving his head back and forth to ride you through your high. He slows his movement down when he notices your body relax. He sits his tongue at your hole waiting for it to finish releasing, then he cleans you up. Savoring every little taste of you.

He sits up and wipes his chin with the back of his hand. He reaches down and hands you back your book. You look up at him and smile. “I’m changing, but when I come back, we’re finishing this book together.”

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[littlelamy]

STOP BECAUSE 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

love in the dark — rafe cameron x gf's!twin! reader

summary ; it's all about your sister twin until rafe made a mistake by moaning your name instead of hers.....

warnings ; +18 content. minors dni. forbidden au. wrong sister trope. smut. p in v. oral (m.). attention's whore mentions. evil/angel twins. jjpope as bestfriend's readers and losers club bc i said so. cheating. little guilt. not girl girl sister content. be aware of the warnings before reading. i dont think its really dark content but it's kinda twisted so if you're not into it, just don't read it. friendly reminder that hate is useless and only hurtful for nothing.

words count : 1,8k.

author's note ; also a big thanks you to my girls @rafesangelita & @rafesheaven for helping me with this au ! it worked and I'm grateful ‼️✨

You were so different from your sister.

She was smart, popular, talented and the head of the cheerleader team. She always got the boys you wanted, reminding you that you could always dream of them, never be on their side. She was the beautiful girl of the school, her name literally glowing on every crush's list, the so-called “ kook princess ” by everyone.

She was too pretty to let you have a chance, which was unfair because you were literally her twin. You were living in her shadow. You were the so-called “ nerd & loser ” , the girl too focused on her revisions and hyperfixations, who love libraries and comics, having online friends and playing video games while chatting on discord. You were too online to be seen in real life.

All your boyfriends were literally fictional characters, and they were too fucked in mind to help you get popular at school. You always had a thing for depressed, stupid, losers, psychopaths boys. But it doesn't mean you were different from girls that had a crush on your sister's boyfriend. Who hadn't ?

Rafe Cameron was literally THE dream fantasy. You thought you had a chance when he ran toward you on the field, his helmet locked on his arms. He was so hot, his sweaty hair flying over his forehead while he was running, his big nose and wet lips glistening over the sunlight. His eyes were bright in a powerful way. You found him perfect. And you could imagine how easy life was for him because of his beauty privilege.

He smiled at you when no one did. And it was enough for you to fantasize about him, to imagine something with him. You were a hopeless romantic, forced to romanticize every small action in your life.

When he was close to you, you realized how big he was. His shoulders were broad, his chest firm and strong. His biceps were easily flexing like all the muscles on his body. The gym shorts were exposing his muscular legs. His jaw was art, especially aimed toward you just like that, as his blue eyes were watching nothing but you.

" Hey. ” he first said.

" Hey. " You said, wanting to slap yourself. Crazy how you just said the same thing as him but sounded more stupid. " Fucking loser. Do better. " you murmured to yourself.

" Can i have your sister's number ? "

You could swore at the moment that you lost your heart, as the same way your smile dropped.

But it was obvious. Every boy wanted your sister. You couldn't blame Rafe because why on earth would people want you when they could have a better version of you ? The thought of this was real and heartbreaking.

You forced a smile to answer him, not wanting him to know what's on your mind. You were already a loser, he didn't need to know how much. " Yes...yes, you can..." you just said softly, trying to hold back your tears, tired of this situation. " At this point, i think everyone has it..." You murmured to yourself with a bitter voice.

" What did you say ? ”

" What ? I said she's lucky. You're so pretty. " You replied, embarrassing yourself even more.

" I'm the lucky one. She's pretty. Guess i’ll see you at home. " He said with the cockiest smile ever.

So you started to see Rafe at home every night and day. He was always with your sister, they were always together.

Like Twins. Ironically.

But something was off. Your sister was unable to love. She just loved attention from boys. She wanted to be the attraction. She was always talking shit behind Rafe's back, treating him like nothing and you were wondering how he was still there with her.

That was crazy how everyone loved him at the house. Your parents already called him son, your sister was fakely in love, and you were really in love with him.

She was always kissing him, pulling him so close to her to steal a kiss. And after that, they were basically making out in front you. They didn't even care about your presence. And you started to think it was on purpose. Your sister wanted you to know that Rafe will never be yours, that she has something you would never have. The boy was hers.

But one day, you were at home after class, thinking of relaxing yourself during a show but something caught your attention.

You were upstairs when you heard some noises. Not the noises you were supposed to hear but you were used to with those people. You shouldn't but you walked toward the sound. The door was a little bit opened, so you checked.

And you saw it. Rafe was over your sister, oh you could see he was deep balls inside her, thrusting in and out her dripping core. His back was huge, covering your sister's body. They were fucking and from what you can heard, he was doing so good. He was fast, dick driving to her spot, hips slamming back and forth against her body. He was kissing her, hand on her throat, blocking her from breathing and fingers stuffed in mouth to the point she gagged on it. Her lips were pooling with saliva as she was nothing but a mess.

When you were about to step away, he did something that choked you.

“Fuck.. you're doing so good to me, y/n..."

Your fucking name. On his lips. When he was with your sister.

But that wasn't all. He did cum at this exact moment. He charged your twin with his load, whispering your name again and again until her pussy was full of his seed, until his voice was shaking to remain quiet.

“ What did you just say ? ” Your sister argued, a voice so loud and clear. “ Did you really say my twin's name ? ”

Oh she was mad. Really mad.

But for what ? Because she wasn't her man's attention, or for you ?

You covered your mouth with your hand to not scream.

" Shit, baby. I promise that's not what you think...Fuck, I'm sorry. "

“ You did not fucking do that. Did you really think of her ? God, you're such a jerk. ”

You went to your room, locked it because you were scared of your sister's tantrum. You tried to not think about it but you couldn't. Rafe really said it.

That was your name. He knew that you existed.

You were on call with your favorite losers. JJ and Pope. And so you asked them…

" What does it means when your sister's boyfriend is moaning your name while he's fucking her ? "

Pope's was gagged for a second while JJ first answered. " That he's fucking the wrong sister. I always tell you're prettier than her. "

" I would give you a chance if you weren't my bestfriend. "

" Did you really friendzone me ? "

" I mean... I'm into my sister's boyfriend. "

" But he's into her..." Pope corrected. " Sorry, after all, you have your chance. "

" I can't do that to my twin. "

" Well...if she can do that to you...maybe you should think of your villain era. "

" I'm not a mean girl. "

" You're not a girl girl too for wanting to Fuck your sister's boyfriend. So don't worry, you can be a bitch in peace. "

When someone knocked on the door, you cut the voice call and close your laptop before opening it.

It was Rafe. His hair was still messy from the sex, his voice deep and tired. He was all sweaty, wearing nothing but a black boxer. He was so insanely muscled, his pecs and abs glowing with sweat that was leading to a soft happy trail under his belly and heading inside the fabric of his pants. You couldn't stop yourself from lurking at the bulge. And the fact you know that he just had sex doesn't help at all.

" It's not gonna help if you continue to stare like that..." He mocked, but in a gentle way.

You looked away, suddenly uncomfortable with yourself. “ You're gonna act shy now ? Come on, we all know that's not what you are. " He continued while moving inside your room.

" Hey ! What are you doing ? "

" That's a nice room. " He complimented, looking everywhere. Your comics, posters, books, goodies and video games. “ Look like you've been alone here for so long. "

" You don't know anything about my life. " You said.

" I can tell you're nothing like your sister. You love all those things she hates. "

" And why aren't you with her ? "

" She's taking a shower. "

“ So that's why you suddenly give me attention ? ” You said bitterly. “ She's not there so now I now exist to you ? ”

He chuckled, before heading toward you, grabbing your face with his hand.

“ Oh you think it's easy to forget about you ? I see you everytime i see her. But not only... "

You glared at him for the first time he was in your room, he managed to have your attention. He smiled softly.

" I fuck you everytime i fuck her. "

You didn't care how weird it was, only cared about what he thought of you. In a second, your lips were on his.

Rafe didn't say no, he pulled you closer, his mouth pressed against your sweet lips as you felt his nose crushing against yours. Now, he could tell that you were different from your sister by the taste.

" Do you always do that ? " He whispered, licking at the string of saliva between you.

“ Do what ? "

" Stealing your sister's boyfriend ? "

" At least, it's the first time it works. " You played back. “ I want you, now”

“ Do you think you can make me cum in time ? ”

“ Do you think i'm inexperienced ? ”

“ I think you should get on your knees to prove me wrong. ”

He was against the door, while you were now on your knees, sucking his dick while your twin was still in the shower.

You weren't really proud but you were starting to think you were better than her. And the thought was obsessive. With a hand fisting his length, and your mouth pumping harder, you were doing your best. He was looking at you, fingers over your hair. You were pretty with his dick inside your throat, holding your boobs as he started to fuck your face.

The bathroom's door opened and you freaked out but Rafe forced you to still hold the pace, telling you to not worry about that.

“ Rafey…Rafey, where are you ? ” You heard her say.

With no answer, you panicked at her footsteps approaching your door. “Did you see, Rafe?” she asked.

With devilish eyes, Rafe released his cock from your mouth, inviting you to respond as you tried to catch your breath.

“ I-i don't know…” You just said with a little guilt.

“ So useless…” You heard her say before walking away.

She was so mean, you hated her.

Rafe saw that you were hurt by her words, and grabbed your jaw slowly, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “ She's wrong, baby. Look at you, how useful are you. ”

And you smiled. “ And pretty. ”

“ We share the same face. We're twins, Rafe. ”

“ But there's something I'm sure you don't share with her…what about spreading your legs for me and let me show you ? ”

You nodded.

“ Think you can moan the right sister's name this time ? ”

[littlelamy]

GOLDEN CHAIN

Rafe x reader

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 Rafe 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝚑𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜! 𝚒'𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 (𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠) 𝚒'𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.

You don’t know why you’ve never noticed it before. Maybe it’s the way the dim light catches on his gold chain, the way it drapes across Rafe’s broad bare chest, resting just above his collarbone. It’s not new, he wears it all the time, but tonight, for some reason, it’s driving you insane.

Your fingers brush against it absentmindedly as you straddle his lap, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the cool metal. He tilts his head back against the couch, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you in closer.

“What?” he murmurs, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “You keep staring.”

You shake your head, suddenly shy, but your fingers keep tracing the chain, letting it slip between them. “I don’t know,” you admit. “I’ve never really noticed how… sexy this looks on you.”

Rafe chuckles, a deep, low sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Yeah?” His hands roam over your back, pressing you against him. “That’s what’s got you all worked up right now?”

You nod, feeling a warmth rise in your stomach, an unfamiliar flutter that has nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with how good he looks like this, gold against tan skin, the rise and fall of his chest beneath you.

His hands slide up, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you in, lips ghosting over yours. “I’ll have to wear it more often,” he teases, voice husky.

You laugh, but the sound is lost as he kisses you, deep and slow, the weight of the chain pressing against you as your bodies melt together.

Rafe flips the two of you over so you’re trapped beneath him on the couch. The shine of the chain dangling in front of your face as he looks down at you. He’s taunting you with it. His hands slowly rise up the edge of your robe meeting the wet spot that waits for him, right in the center of your core. 

“This old thing turn you on this much?” Rafe grunts in your ear as he slowly circles your clit. 

The only response you can give is the arching of your back and a guttural moan you’ve finally let go from holding in your breath. He understands immediately, sitting up to pull down his sweatpants just enough to free his cock. He strokes himself a few times as he pulls your panties to the side.

He coats his tip in some of your slick, then teases your entrance. You wrap your legs around his waist, desperately trying to pull him in.

"What do you need baby? What do you want me to do to you?" He gets off on the way you squirm beneath him. Circling your soaked hole with never pushing in.

"You, Rafe, every inch of you. Please fuck me." you cry out.

Rafe finally gives in thrusting into you completely. Bottoming out. Giving you no chance to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into you. You still can't keep your eye off the chains that adorns his neck.

You slip your pointer finger around it pulling him closer. His forearms are placed on either side of your head and he watches in amazement how you stare at it in a trance. Without thinking you stick your tongue out and loop it around the chain. You bite down on the metal, ignoring the tingling shock it gives you as it hits your teeth.

Your moans are muffled by your grip on the chain as Rafe continues to pummel into you. His thrusts grow rougher and sloppier as you two reach your peaks.

"Cum for me baby girl, I'm gonna fill you up." Rafe grunts into your ear.

His command is all it takes for you to let go of the chain and cry out his name and you release all over his cock. The squelching sound of Rafe fucking his cum deep inside you has your head spinning and your legs shake around his waist as he comes to a halt dropping his body down next to you on the couch.

"I'll definitely have to wear this chain more often, huh?" the both of you let out a breathy giggle as you twirl the spit slicked chain around your fingers.

not my best work but enjoy either way <3

tags + some moots <3

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[littlelamy]

THIS IS SO GOOD!

Love Island: Episode 5

series masterlist

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

words: 5.7k

warnings: cuss words, sexual innuendos

It’s been two days since the Never Have I Ever game stirred things up and the villa is finally back in its rhythm. Bonds are forming, friendships are solidifying and for some, feelings are getting harder to ignore.

This morning, the boys are hitting the gym, hyping each other up between sets, while the girls lounge by the pool, spilling tea and dissecting every look, touch and lingering moment from the past days while also splashing around. 

"Rafe, can I talk to you for a sec?" John B waits until Rafe finally drops his weights, breathing hard as he grabs a towel, wiping the sweat from his face and chest. He nods and follows John B toward the kitchen, both of them grabbing cold drinks. John B leans against the counter, settling onto one of the stools.

“I think I’ve got a problem.” He says casually, cracking open his drink. That catches Rafe’s attention. He drops into the seat beside him, brow raising. 

“You good, dude?” He asks and John B nods. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…” He hesitates, gaze flicking toward the girls across the villa. “I think I like someone.” Rafe grins immediately, slapping John B on the back. 

“Oh, shit! Who’s the lucky one?” He pulls back, his grin faltering. 

“Don’t say-” “It’s not Y/N!” John B cuts in before Rafe can finish. He glances around, lowering his voice. 

“I think I like Sarah.” He reveals, making Rafe’s eyebrows shoot up. 

“Sarah?” He asks and John B exhales, rubbing a hand over his jaw. 

“We’ve had these moments lately. Like, she gets my humor. And obviously, she’s gorgeous…but I don’t know. It just feels like something’s there.”

Rafe listens, nodding knowingly, as his gaze shifts toward the pool. His expression softens as he watches Y/N laugh loudly, trying and failing to pinch her nose before Maddy shoves her into the water. A splash erupts and she surfaces, coughing. Rafe chuckles under his breath before turning back to John B.

“Okay, so you’ve got a crush. Big deal.” He shrugs, cracking open his energy drink. John B shakes his head. 

“It’s complicated, man. You see how Topper looks at her. He’s smitten. And I have no idea how she feels. I could be reading this completely wrong.” He exclaims. Rafe leans back, tilting his head. 

“JB, man, just go for it.” Rafe says, taking a sip of his drink. “I’m sure Top will understand. And I mean…if anything goes wrong, there are still plenty of fish in the sea.” John B nods.

“Just-” “Not Y/N. Yeah, I know. Don't worry.” John B shakes his head. “Not my type, anyways.” 

Rafe glances back at the pool, where Y/N is now floating on her back, laughing as Maddy tries to dunk her again. His smirk lingers for a second before he looks back at John B. 

“Good.” He replies. “I mean, she's out of your league anyways.” John B chuckles at Rafe's comment and walks away.

“Sure, Cameron.” He shouts as he heads to the firepit where JJ and Pope are sat.

The villa glows under the bright sun, buzzing with low chatter and the occasional splash from the pool. Y/N leans back into Rafe, comfortably nestled between his legs at the edge, his arms loosely draped around her waist. He's absentmindedly tracing circles on her skin. Topper, Pope, Kiara and Sarah are spread out nearby, drinks in hand, the mood easy and relaxed.

“Hey, guys.” Kelce’s voice cuts through the warm air as he approaches. Everyone greets him cheerfully, motioning for him to join. Rafe's hands tighten slightly around Y/N's waist and she glances up at him before her eyes shift to Kelce.

“I...I actually wanted to talk to Y/N.” Kelce says, looking at her directly. “If you don't mind.”

She swallows and looks up at Rafe, who only shrugs. Her gaze returns to Kelce and after a short sigh, she untangles herself from Rafe’s arms. She presses a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Be right back.” She murmurs, before slipping out of the pool. Rafe watches her intently, eyes following the curve of her bikini-clad figure as she walks away with Kelce.

“Man, chill it with the staring.” Topper jokes.

“Shut up.” Rafe mutters, arms crossing over his chest.

Kelce and Y/N settle near the firepit, facing each other as she pushes her sunglasses up onto her head.

“Look, I…” Kelce begins, his voice uncertain as he fidgets with the mic cord. “This is…weird.” Y/N raises a brow, her arms folding as she sits back a little. 

“You're not wrong.” She mutters and he chuckles nervously. 

“Okay, good, so it’s not just me. Um…I know I was kind of a dick.” 

“Kind of?” She lets out a dry laugh. He winces, holding up his hands in surrender. 

“Fine. I was a dick. A full one. Like, capital D.” He corrects himself. Y/N tries to hold back a smile, but it tugs at the corner of her mouth. 

“Better.” She adds. He nods slowly, then exhales, gaze flickering around before settling on her again. 

“It’s just…being here, seeing you again, it’s been…a lot. Like, I didn’t expect it to mess with my head this much. But it did.” He pauses, eyes dropping to the ground. 

“Our relationship meant something to me. And just ‘cause we broke up doesn’t mean I didn’t care. I did. I still do. And it hurt, Y/N. Like…a lot.”

She opens her mouth to speak, but he cuts in gently.

“Let me finish?”

She nods, watching him carefully.

“I want you to be happy.” He says, voice softer now. “With Rafe or whoever it is. That’s what matters. And I’m sorry for coming in here and acting like that. I guess I just…missed my best friend.”

Y/N exhales slowly, some of the tension in her shoulders melting.

“Kelce…it wasn’t easy for me either. Our breakup…it really messed with my head. I had to put myself back together after that. Learn how to trust again. Let people in.” She lets out a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she starts fidgeting with her ring. 

“So yeah, seeing you here? It was a total curveball. I didn’t know how to feel. Still kinda don’t.”

He smiles faintly, his tone lightening. 

“At least you didn’t throw a drink at me.” He says. “Yet.”

“It’s early.” She gives him a look. They both laugh and the tension finally starts to lift.

“I’m sorry if it sucks seeing me with someone else.” She says, more gently this time. “But Rafe…he’s good to me. He actually…he cares. A lot.”

“You're making me sound really awful right now.” He groans and Y/N laughs, reaching over to smack his arm. 

“You’re such a baby.” She exclaims and he grins, rubbing his arm. 

“I know. But seriously, I’m happy for you. I really am.” Then he hesitates, scratching the back of his head. “But, like...did you have to go with the fake orgasm thing?” He asks, making Y/N laugh, loud and unapologetic. 

“You were airing out all my embarrassing moments! I had to strike back somehow!” 

“Alright, alright. That’s fair.” He throws up his hands. “So…we good now? No more public humiliation?”

“Yeah. I’d like that.” She smiles. Kelce opens his arms slightly, like he’s testing the waters. Y/N pauses for a beat, then steps forward and wraps her arms around him. It’s a little stiff at first, but then something softens and they both just stand there, holding on a little longer than expected.

“God, this is weird.” Kelce mumbles into her shoulder.

“You’re ruining the moment.” She mutters back.

And just like that, they laugh again.

It doesn’t fix everything, but it’s something.

Some time later, a loud ping echoes through the villa, causing everyone to turn toward the sound. Kelce, who’s now in the middle of a conversation with Maddy, grabs his phone with a grin.

“I got a text!” He announces, sitting up straight as the others look his way, with JJ stepping closer to the couch.

“Spit it out, man.” JJ urges. Kelce glances at the message, his eyes widening before he grins even wider.

“Islanders, tonight’s a big night. There will be a recoupling.” He begins.

“Holy shit!” Topper exclaims, earning a smack from Rafe.

“Kelce, you’ll have the chance to couple up with any girl of your choice. So, think carefully. #thechoiceisyours #makeitcount.” He finishes and a collective gasp rises from the group. 

Y/N sits on one of the kitchen stools, with Rafe behind her. Rafe tightens his arm around Y/N and she looks up at him.

“No need to worry.” She says quietly. “We’ll be fine.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about him picking you.” Rafe replies confidently with a smirk. “I’m more concerned about what I’m going to say when I choose you.”

Y/N grins, raising an eyebrow.

“Better ‘make it count’.” She teases, quoting the text. He leans down to peck her lips.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna have you back in my bed.” He murmurs, their lips almost touching. She chuckles softly before closing the gap again.

The girls are deep in glam mode. Curling wands heating up, makeup brushes flying, shimmer getting dusted on like fairy dust and absolute chaos over outfit choices.

“I talked to Kelce today.” Y/N says casually, wrapping a strand of hair around her curling iron.

“Everything cool?” Maddy asks, rummaging through the cabinet for a missing shoe.

“Yeah, yeah. We cleared the air. He said he’s happy for me, glad I’m moving on. Said he wants the best for me, that whole thing.” She shrugs and the girls nod along.

“That’s good.” Cleo says. “Always better to keep it civil in here.”

“Oh my god, where is it?” Maddy groans, making everyone laugh.

“Wait, is that the shoe John B wore?” Sarah squints at the one in Maddy’s hand.

“Why was John B wearing my heels?” Maddy deadpans and Sarah bursts out laughing. 

“He was trying to act like a girl, said he needed heels and I handed him those. You had to see it. It was iconic.”

“You and John B seem pretty close, Sar.” Kiara chimes in while brushing highlighter onto her cheekbones. 

“I second that.” Cleo adds, smirking.

“What? We’re just friends!” Sarah says, cheeks flushing pink as she finally finds the missing heel and tosses it to Maddy. “We’re just having fun.”

“Babe…” Cleo grins. “Gonna channel Ariana real quick, but…this is Love Island. No one’s here to ‘just have fun.’” The rest of the girls hum in agreement.

“So how’s it going with you and Topper, anyway?” Kiara asks, spinning around with an arched brow. Sarah flops down in her seat, letting out a sigh. 

“I mean…I don’t want to sound harsh, but-”

“There’s nothing there.” Cleo finishes for her. Everyone giggles. Sarah fidgets. 

“It’s still early. He’s sweet, he’s good-looking, I just…”

“Girl, stop lying to yourself.” Cleo interrupts. “You don’t like him. And that’s okay.” 

Sarah stares down at her nails. Y/N notices and reaches over, gently taking her hand.

“Hey. It’s totally valid to be unsure. You don’t owe anyone an explanation. We’ve got your back, alright?” Y/N reassures her and Sarah smiles softly. 

“Thanks.” She murmurs, grabbing her eyeshadow palette to finish her look.

“Alright, new topic.” Y/N says, switching the vibe. “Who do you think Kelce is gonna couple up with?”

“I forgot about that!” Alyssa gasps.

“Honestly, I think he’s got his eye on Miss Maddy over there.” Kiara teases, pointing with her lip liner.

“Again, I second that.” Cleo adds with a smirk. Maddy rolls her eyes. 

“Don’t start.” She mutters.

“Oh please.” Kiara grins. “You know there’s something there.”

Maddy drops into her seat, struggling with the heel straps. 

“No comment. And Sarah, your boyfriend stretched these out.”

“He is not my boyfriend!” Sarah calls back.

“Not yet!” Kiara and Cleo shout in unison, making everyone crack up.

“You guys are ridiculous.” Alyssa says, smiling as Cleo reaches over and kisses her cheek, leaving a lipstick mark.

“But you love us, Aly.” Cleo grins.

“I do. Unfortunately.” She says, wiping the mark off with a makeup wipe.

The room settles into a comfortable rhythm as the girls finish getting ready. But just as they’re about to head downstairs, they notice Y/N pacing, biting her lip and looking around frantically.

“You okay?” Sarah asks, slipping in her hoop earrings.

“I…yeah. I just-” Y/N throws open a drawer, rifling through her clothes. “I can’t find my ring.”

“The one you always wear?” Maddy asks, frowning.

“Yeah.” She sighs. “You guys can go ahead-”

“Uh-uh. We’re not leaving you.” Cleo cuts her off, turning back and searching through Y/N’s vanity. The others follow suit, checking drawers, makeup bags, under clothes, even their own stuff just in case.

After a few minutes, they all pause, exchanging defeated looks.

“Maybe it fell outside?” Alyssa suggests. Everyone nods, trying to stay optimistic.

“Hey, we’ll find it.” Maddy says, wrapping an arm around Y/N.

“Was it special?” Kiara asks gently.

“It was my grandpa’s. He made it for me.” Y/N swallows hard, glancing down at her bare finger. A pale ring mark lingers where it used to sit. 

“I’ve never taken it off.” She blinks and plasters on a smile. “Let’s just head downstairs.”

The girls nod, quiet but supportive, each silently determined to help her find it later.

The sky fades into a dusky violet as night drapes over the villa, a cool hush settling across the space. Laughter hums through the air as the group lounge on the couches, drinks in hand and energy buzzing.

Rafe, JJ, John B, Sarah and Y/N sit together, scattered in relaxed positions, chuckling over something just said.

“So…” Sarah starts, swirling her drink. “How’s everyone feeling about tonight?”

The guys offer casual shrugs.

“I think one of us is a little more excited than the rest.” JJ says, nudging Rafe with a grin. The group laughs. Rafe smirks, a hand resting lightly on Y/N’s thigh.

“What can I say?” He shrugs with mock bravado.

Y/N gives a small, unreadable smile, her eyes scanning the group. 

“You don’t look too thrilled, Y/N/N.” JJ raises a brow, noticing her expression. All heads turn toward her. She blinks, caught off guard, mouth slightly open.

“No, no, no, I am! Totally.” She waves her hand dismissively. “Just tired, that’s all.” She lets out a well-timed yawn and melts deeper into the cushions.

The group chuckles and the conversation veers back to tonight’s drama, Kelce and his looming decision. But Rafe’s gaze lingers on Y/N.

“You sure you’re alright?” He murmurs, leaning in. She looks up and nods, offering a gentle smile. 

“Yeah. I swear.” She replies. He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes soft.

“If something’s on your mind…you can tell me. You know that, right?”

“I know.” She replies, her smile widening as she reaches for his hand. She starts to fidget with his signet ring, twisting it absently. Rafe glances down at the gesture, about to say something.

“Rafe!” Sarah’s voice cuts through the moment, startling them both. He snaps his head up.

“Y/N was just telling me about that disaster of a drink you made her the other day.” Sarah says with a mischievous grin. Rafe groans and laughs. 

“Yeah, you don’t wanna try that.” 

“It was awful.” Y/N chimes in, grinning as she looks at Sarah.

“Hey.” Rafe protests. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“It tasted like feet.” She deadpans. “I’m not even exaggerating.”

“How do you know what feet taste like?” JJ squints. John B claps a hand on JJ’s shoulder. 

“Just…don’t follow that thought, man.”

“Now I really wanna try it.” Sarah leans forward, eyes bright. Y/N widens her eyes. 

“Were you dropped as a baby? I just said it tasted like feet!” She exclaims.

“So?” Sarah shrugs, already getting up. “I’m curious!”

She grabs Rafe’s arm, tugging him off the couch. “Borrowing him for a sec.” She announces, dragging him toward the kitchen as Y/N watches them go, still laughing.

“She’s insane.” Y/N mutters, grabbing her drink off the table as she watches Sarah disappear into the kitchen with Rafe.

“Yeah, she is.” John B replies under his breath. Then he pauses. “I mean, she’s not. She’s...totally sane. She’s just-”

“Dude, you’re glitching.” JJ cuts in, laughing. Y/N smirks and leans in toward the boys.

“You like her, don’t you?” She asks, dropping her voice just enough. John B doesn’t answer right away. He glances toward the kitchen where Sarah’s laughing with Rafe over some chaotic drink-mixing, then looks back at Y/N.

“Wait...did Rafe tell you?” He asks, suddenly suspicious.Y/N’s eyes go wide. 

“You told Rafe?” She asks, incredulous.

“Shit.” John B groans, rubbing his face. “I thought he told you or that he would!”

“Okay, okay, back up.” She says, holding up a hand. “That’s not even the point right now. The point is: you like Sarah.”

He takes a slow breath and JJ shakes his head with a grin.

“Man, it’s been obvious. You’ve been giving her heart eyes since day one.” JJ says.

“It’s not that simple.” John B mumbles. “She’s with Topper-”

“Who she has zero chemistry with.” JJ interrupts, then looks at Y/N. “What’s she told you?”

“I probably shouldn’t say.” Y/N hesitates, pursing her lips. 

“So she has said something!” JJ gasps, mock offended. Y/N laughs. 

“Not directly. But…she talks about you a lot. Like, a lot. And she blushes constantly when your name comes up. She hasn’t said the words, but I bet she likes you.”

John B looks back at the kitchen again, clearly overthinking.

“I think you should go for it.” Y/N adds gently.

“Go for it how? What does that even mean?” He asks, looking truly stressed.

“Well…” She says with a sly grin “We are about to have a recoupling…”

“You think I should pick her?” He asks, eyes wide.

“I think.” Y/N says, taking a sip of her drink. “When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.”

JJ freezes. 

“Oh my god.” He says slowly. “I just got that. Like, literally just now. Twenty-five years on this floating rock and it finally makes sense.”

Y/N and John B burst into laughter.

“Thanks, Y/N.” John B says with a grateful smile.

“Anytime, JB.” Y/N nods.

In the kitchen, Rafe grabs a glass and starts pulling random ingredients from the cabinets.

“I’m warning you now.” He says with a grin. “This drink is genuinely terrible.”

Before he can start pouring, Sarah reaches over and snatches the marshmallows out of his hand.

“Yeah, I don’t actually want the drink.” She says plainly. Rafe pauses, brows furrowing. 

“Wait…then why are we in here?” He asks. She glances over her shoulder to Y/N, who is still on the couch with the boys, laughing.

“Something’s up with Y/N.” She says softly. Rafe stiffens, the smile slipping from his face. 

“What happened?” He asks, voice low, already bracing for the worst.

“No one hurt her.” Sarah assures quickly. “She just…lost her ring.”

“Her ring?” Rafe’s face twists in confusion. 

“Yeah. It meant a lot to her. Like, emotionally. She’s trying not to make a big deal, but I can tell it’s getting to her.”

He nods slowly, taking that in. 

“Right.” He mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “That explains why she was messing with mine earlier.”

Sarah points at the ring on his finger. 

“Exactly. So maybe don’t bring it up. Just…let her do her little fidget thing. I think it helps.” Sarah suggests. Rafe looks down at his hand, twisting the ring instinctively. 

“Got it. Thanks for the heads-up.”

Sarah offers a small, approving nod. Then she glances back at the counter, squinting.

“Okay but seriously.” She says, wrinkling her nose, “what the fuck were you about to make with tequila, hot sauce, and marshmallows?”

Rafe laughs, grabbing the things to put them back. She grabs a White Claw from the fridge and cracks it open. “Come on, cocktail genius. Let’s get back.”

They walk back toward the group, the sound of laughter echoing.

Soon enough, a loud ping suddenly echoes through the villa, cutting through the chatter. Kiara, lounging with Cleo and Pope, grabs her phone.

“Oh, fuck me.” She mutters, eyes wide. “I got a text!” She shouts, instantly grabbing everyone's attention.

“Can all Islanders gather around the fire pit? #decisiontime #nogoingbacknow.” She reads aloud. Climbing out of the beanbag, she helps Cleo up beside her. One by one, the Islanders make their way to the fire pit. The boys take their seats, while the girls line up opposite them, hands linked tightly in anticipation.

Another loud ping breaks the tension, this time from Kelce’s phone. He reads the screen.

“Kelce, since you are the newest Islander, you get first pick. #alotofhottiesinthevilla.” He exhales sharply, slipping his phone into his back pocket. Rising from the couch, he adjusts his mic and scans the line of girls.

“I’d like to couple up with this girl because, from the moment I walked in, she caught my eye. She’s stunning and even in just a few conversations, I can tell we’ve got a lot in common. She's hilarious too and I’d really like to see where this could go. So, the girl I’d like to couple up with is…” He pauses, letting the silence hang.

“Maddy.”

Y/N gives Maddy’s clammy hand a reassuring squeeze. Maddy’s eyes go wide in surprise, flicking briefly to JJ, who’s sitting at the edge of the fire pit with a single eyebrow raised. The girls cheer and urge Maddy forward. She flashes them a nervous smile before stepping toward Kelce.

He holds out his hand and she takes it. They share a quick, tight hug before sitting down side by side.

“That was nerve-wracking.” Kelce whispers.

“Wait 'til you're on the other side.” Maddy replies with a soft laugh.

Next up is John B. He adjusts his Hawaiian shirt as he rises, his gaze settling on the fire flickering in front of him.

“I’d like to couple up with this girl because...I feel like there’s something there, even if neither of us has really said it out loud yet.” He begins, voice a little shaky but sure. “She’s beautiful, she’s hilarious and she’s got this bright energy that lights up the villa. Always knows how to make us laugh.” He pauses, takes a breath. “So the girl I wanna couple up with is… Sarah.”

Sarah’s eyes go wide. Cleo squeals next to her.

“Knew it.” She whispers under her breath, making the girls around her laugh as Sarah gets to her feet and heads toward John B.

Topper’s jaw tightens as he watches them hug, a bitter scoff slipping out before he turns his attention away, eyes scanning the girls instead.

“He’s pissed.” Sarah murmurs to John B as they sit back down.

“Yup.” He says, still staring into the flames.

Then Pope stands, running a hand through his curls as he steps forward.

“I’d like to couple up with this girl because ever since the public paired us together on day one, I’ve had the chance to really get to know her and she’s really amazing. And honestly, she’s just…really beautiful. I wanna keep learning more about her, seeing where this goes.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “So the girl I wanna couple up with is Kiara.”

Kiara offers a tight, polite smile as she walks toward him. He leans in and pecks her cheek, but her arms barely wrap around him.

“Thanks?” She whispers awkwardly before sitting beside him on the couch. 

Y/N shares a quick glance with Cleo, both of them catching the shift in tension.

Then Rafe stands, smirking as he rises to his full height.

“I’d like to couple up with this girl because she’s…amazing.” His eyes lock on Y/N and her cheeks flush as she grins. “She’s sweet, she’s kind and she’s ridiculously gorgeous, inside and out. And to be honest, I’ve missed her hogging the blanket at night.”

Laughter breaks out around them, Y/N included.

“So, the girl I wanna couple up with is Y/N.”

Without missing a beat, Cleo nudges Y/N forward. She laughs, walking up to Rafe and slipping her hand into his. Her eyes flick up to meet his, then down to his lips and before anyone can blink, he leans in and kisses her softly, drawing her closer. The islanders erupt into cheers and teasing hollers. When they break apart and head to their seats, Y/N leans in. 

“Happy now?” She murmurs. Rafe nods, still grinning.

“Very happy.”

She chuckles, tucking herself into his side.

Topper stands up slowly, clearing his throat as his gaze settles on the fire.

“I didn't think things would go like this, but, uh…” He trails off for a moment, then continues. “I want to couple up with this girl because she’s really pretty. We’ve had a few good talks and I feel like she actually gets me. So…I’d like to couple up with Alyssa.”

He reaches out his hand as Alyssa makes her way over. He gives her a quick, gentle kiss on the cheek before they both sit down.

Last but not least, it’s JJ’s turn. He stands with a grin and lets out a small laugh.

“Okay, yeah…I didn’t think this would happen either. But I want to couple up with this girl because she’s hilarious and I feel like we have a similar energy.”

“No, we don’t.” Cleo cuts in dryly, sending everyone into laughter. JJ smirks. 

“She’s also really pretty. So yeah, I’m coupling up with Cleo.”

Cleo walks over but swerves dramatically when he leans in for a cheek kiss.

“Ew!” She yells, laughing and the rest of the group cracks up with her.

With the recoupling over, the islanders begin to scatter. Some settling into quiet corners to chat, others cozying up with their new matches. John B pulls Sarah aside to the daybed, both of them sinking into the cushions with a bit of hesitation.

“Look, I…how-how are you feeling?” He asks, stumbling over his words. Sarah fidgets with a pillow in her lap, her expression unreadable.

“Honestly? I’m okay.” She says after a pause. “I was actually talking to the girls about…this. Us. And John B, you’re really sweet. We’ve had some fun moments already. And I think that’s what this whole thing’s about. Trying stuff out, seeing what works. So I’m glad you took that risk.”

John B’s eyes widen, surprised. 

“Really? You mean that?” He asks and she nods, smiling.

“Okay. That’s…that’s good.” He lets out a breath, then leans in slightly. “Because I think I like you, Sarah. And I meant what I said back there. I do wanna see where this goes.”

She looks up at him, softer now. 

“I do too.” She replies. They share a quiet moment, the kind that doesn't need anything more.

Across the villa, Cleo and Y/N perch on kitchen stools, picking through a bowl of chips. Rafe and Pope lean casually on the other side of the counter, half-listening to their conversation.

“He’s a good guy.” Cleo says between bites. “I’m not saying he’s not. I just don’t think we really have anything in common.”

“You could give it a shot.” Y/N suggests, reaching for more chips. “You never know.”

Cleo shakes her head, grinning. 

“He reminds me of the kids I work with, I swear. There was this one boy, Tyler. Same blonde hair, blue eyes, same ridiculous jokes. Always confused about what I was saying.”

“That sounds exactly like JJ.” Rafe chimes in, making everyone laugh.

“Seriously.” Cleo continues. “He even had the same look on his face when he didn’t understand something.”

“Maybe give him a chance.” Pope offers. “And if it doesn’t click, someone else will come in and have your head spinning.”

“Yeah… true.” Cleo mutters, her eyes drifting toward Pope as he pours himself a drink. She stares a second too long.

Y/N snaps her fingers in front of Cleo’s face. 

“You good?” She asks. Cleo blinks, startled, then quickly looks down and takes a sip of her drink.

Pope, unaware, clears his throat. 

“Did you see how pissed Topper looked?”

The group shifts with a new wave of laughter and commentary as the night rolls on.

The rest of the night passes easily, with the islanders lounging around outside, talking, laughing, soaking in the last bit of warmth before slowly peeling off to head inside for some much-needed sleep.

Upstairs, the girls settle into their routine, wiping off makeup and changing into soft pajamas.

“Oh, hey, Kie?” Y/N says, glancing over as she dabs her face with a makeup wipe.

“Yeah?” Kiara responds, tugging on a pair of shorts.

“I noticed something earlier…when Pope picked you tonight, you kind of…hesitated.”

That grabs everyone’s attention. They all pause, waiting for her to go on. Cleo’s eyes widen. 

“True! And that hug? That was the most awkward hug I’ve ever seen.” She exclaims, making the girls laugh, but Kiara just lets out a sigh.

“Look, Pope’s a great guy.” She starts. Cleo snorts. 

“Yeah, that’s never a good sign.”

Laughter bubbles up again, softer this time. Kiara shrugs.

“I mean it. He’s smart, sweet, attractive…but I don’t know. It’s like there’s just no real spark. We don’t click. Every time we talk, it either feels forced or uncomfortable. And I don’t like that feeling.”

The girls nod, taking her in without judgment.

“Do you think you should talk to him? Maybe clear the air?” Y/N asks gently. Kiara hesitates, then shakes her head. 

“Not yet. I just need to figure out how to say it…without hurting him.”

The room quiets for a moment, everyone giving her the space to sit with it. Then, slowly, the night routine picks up again soft conversation, makeup wipes tossed, drawers closing. The kind of silence that comes with knowing not everything needs to be fixed right away.

The girls finally descend downstairs, taking their places on their beds, some familiar, some new.

“We are putting pillows between us and I don't want to hear a word.” Cleo announces, already shoving a pillow wall between her and JJ.

“Oh come on, Cleo. You don’t wanna cuddle with me?” JJ grins. Cleo groans while the rest of the room erupts into laughter.

Y/N smiles quietly, making her way over to Rafe in their bed. She sets her water bottle down, then practically launches herself at him, wrapping her arms around his torso. He lets out a surprised yelp before chuckling and hugging her back just as tightly. She rests her chin on his chest, looking up at him.

“Hi.” She whispers.

“Hey, pretty girl.” He replies, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. His eyes drag over her like he's seeing her for the first time, soaking in the curve of her shoulders, the way her shorts ride up, the warm flush on her cheeks. 

“Oh, I almost forgot.” He gently nudges her back and pulls off his hoodie, handing it to her.

“What are you…Why are you giving me this?” She asks, eyeing the oversized Ralph Lauren hoodie in confusion.

“I want you to have it. I know you get cold at night.”

Her features soften, lips curling into a small pout as she leans in and kisses him.

“Thank you.” She murmurs. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” He says simply. “And uh…Sarah told me.”

Her brows pinch together.

“Told you what?”

“About your ring.”

Her eyes immediately drop to the chain around his neck, her fingers instinctively reaching out to fidget with it.

“It’s whatever.” She mumbles nonchalantly.

“No, it’s not whatever.” He says, voice low and steady. “It means something to you. I’ll help you look for it tomorrow, alright?”

She shakes her head.

“No, Rafe. It’s okay.”

“I'm serious, Y/N. I’m gonna turn this whole damn villa upside down.” He says, unwavering. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

That gets her. She gives him a small, grateful smile.

“Thank you.”

He nods as she pulls the hoodie over her head, adjusting her hair.

“How does it look?”

“Like it was made for you.” He says, eyes locked on her. She rolls her eyes and shoves his shoulder, laughing as she slides off his lap and under the covers. He follows, pulling her in close, her arms naturally curling around him. The lights go out and he presses a kiss to her forehead.

“Good night.” He whispers.

“Good night, Rafey.” She teases, but his smile breaks wider than expected.

“Don’t ever stop calling me that.” He says seriously.

She pauses, caught off guard by how much he means it.

“Okay.” She replies softly.

He leans down and kisses her slow, but deep, like he’s trying to memorize the way she tastes, the way she fits against him. There’s a pull between them, something warm and steady and when her thigh shifts over his hips, he lets out a quiet groan.

“Sorry.” She whispers, starting to pull back.

“Don’t be.” He mutters, voice low as his hand slides beneath the hem of his hoodie, smoothing over her waist. “It’s okay.”

She smiles softly, leaning in again. Her nose brushes his and her fingers trail lightly across his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her palm.

“I just like being close to you.” She says, barely above a whisper.

His eyes flick down to her lips, then back up.

“Yeah.” He breathes. “Me too.”

They kiss again, slower this time and when it ends, she rests her forehead against his, both of them catching their breath in the hush of the room.

Rafe shifts beneath the covers, pulling her in tighter until her body fits snug against his. Their legs tangle, skin brushing skin and everything else fades, like the world outside them has softened.

She leans in again, lips finding his and after another long kiss, he gently presses her thigh a little lower. The motion earns another groan from him and he shifts slightly, adjusting himself with an embarrassed wince.

“Sorry…for that.” He mutters. Y/N giggles into his chest, her voice low and teasing.

“It’s okay.” She whispers with a smirk. “It’s kinda cute that you’re already, well, you know.”

He groans louder this time, burying his face in her neck, completely undone.

With his arms wrapped around her and her head tucked just below his chin, the chaos of the villa fades into the background.

to be continued...

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[littlelamy]

Something fun to begin my week of freedom

tomorrow <3

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cw | smut, swearing, pet names, unprotected p in v, fingering, cum tasting, oral (female receiving), heavy angst, reader gets hit by a car

You adjust the weight of your shopping bags, looping them higher up on your arm as you step out of the bookstore. The crisp February air nips at your cheeks, but the warmth of the two coffee cups in your hands makes it bearable. You balance your phone between your shoulder and ear, voice light with amusement.

“I still don’t get why you made me leave the bookstore,” you sigh.

Rafe chuckles on the other end of the line, the sound deep and familiar. “Because we got plans, princess—you’d still be in there if I let you.”

You roll your eyes as a smile slips across your lips. “Not true. I would’ve left eventually. Maybe.”

“Mhmm… Yeah, sure.”

You stroll carefully on the busy street, walking with the traffic flow, getting in their last-minute Valentine’s Day gifts. “You almost done with your errand, baby?” You ask, shifting your bags again.

“Mhmm… Walkin’ toward you, sweetheart.”

“I got you your favorite,” you smile as you lift his coffee slightly, watching as he smiles.

“My girl. Thank you—” You barely register the car driving through the alley before the force slams into your side. The world tilts violently as your feet lift off the ground, coffee cups slipping from her grasp. You hit the pavement hard, pain jolting through your body. Your phone skids across the sidewalk, Rafe’s voice cuts off, and everything goes dark.

Your eyes flutter open, a steady ring sounding in your ears. People gather around you, rushing to see if you're okay and what has happened.

“Oh my God—Oh my God, baby?” You blink up at a man crouching beside you, his face pale, hands trembling as his breathing comes out fast and uneven. You groan, wincing as you push yourself up onto your elbows, feeling your pulse bang in your head.

“I—I didn’t see her, man,” the guy panics, running a hand through his hair. “I swear, she-she-she fucking came outta nowhere—”

“Blame her again, and I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” the man beside you snarls.

“I’m fine,” you whisper, his eyes quickly returning to yours.

“Are you sure?” He asks anxiously, as his big hands hover over your body like he’s scared you’ll break. “Keep your eyes on me, alright?” The man asks gently as he strokes your cheek. His blue eyes are wide with panic, his strong jaw tight, like he’s barely holding himself together.

“Who are you?”

His blood drains from his face completely as the words push through your quivering lips, stabbing him in the heart. His lips parted, but for a moment, no words came out.

“Baby, it’s me. It’s Rafe—” He whispers weakly.

Rafe? He looks down at you perplexed–a look in his worried eyes telling you his name should mean something to you. The tone of his voice is reassuring, like he’s hoping it’ll bring you a wave of clarity, but it doesn’t… It’s just a name.

“What’s happening?” You ask as you try your best to hold back tears.

“Hey, hey, easy,” he says quickly, his hand cupping your cheek, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. “Just stay still, okay? The ambulance is coming.”

Your pulse thunders in your ears as you look at him—really look at him. His face twists in worry, his brows drawn together like this moment is doing nothing short of tearing him apart. But you don’t know him or how you got here…

You squeeze your eyes shut, panic creeping up in your throat, making it difficult to breathe. “I don’t understand.”

Rafe swallows hard, his grip slightly tightening like he’s afraid to let go. “It’s okay,” he says, though his voice wavers, trying to assure you both in one breath. “You—You… Uh,” he struggles before clearing his throat. “You hit your head on the ground. You just need a second, okay?” You weren't sure a second would matter because looking at him—this man who was holding onto you like you were his entire world—you felt nothing but empathy for a stranger. “You know me, sweetheart.”

“Rafe,” you whisper, the name foreign on your tongue. “I don’t.”

Rafe looks away, trying to collect himself as tears pool in his eyes. “Where the hell is the ambulance, huh?” He screams, his voice breaking with sadness as he looks around. “What's taking them so long?”

Rafe’s never known fear like this… Everything that he knew to be true was gone for the moment. Your words shattered something inside him, but he refused to let go.

Rafe cups your face in his hand again, tracing his thumb over the soft skin of your cheek, trying to ground you both. “It’s okay,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “We’re okay. You’re just hurt. You hit your head—it’s just the concussion talking. You know me. You… You know me, sweetheart,” he smiles as his lips tremble.

He needed you to remember–needed you to feel what you had always felt when you looked at him. He needed the woman you were just a few short minutes before so he did the only thing he could think to do.

He kissed you.

Rafe’s lips press against yours–soft and gentle–a silent plea for you to remember. But then he felt it: the slight hesitation, the way you tensed up, just barely, but it was enough. He pulled back, praying he was wrong, hoping to see a sliver of clarity in your eyes, but all he saw was confusion. Rafe’s stomach twists, his hand drifting off your cheek, resting lightly on your hand instead, suddenly feeling like it didn’t belong there either.

Sirens wail in the distance as Rafe weaves his fingers in yours, holding you tight.

“You’re gonna be okay, baby,” he assures. His eyes stay locked on yours as they lift you into the ambulance. “I’m right behind you, okay?” The paramedics close the doors before he can say anything else–the emergency vehicle streaming down the road toward the hospital.

Rafe doesn’t waste a second, turning and running toward his car, fighting through people on the street as he digs into his pocket for his keys. He lifts them to the ignition–his whole body trembling as he turns the car open, speeding in the direction you went.

He reaches for the speaker, turning down the volume, trying his best to keep his emotions held in as the song you were singing on the car ride there pouts out the speakers. His chest tightens, and his gaze locks ahead as his nose fills with the sweet smell of your favorite flowers, the large bouquet resting in the passenger’s seat.

This was supposed to be a perfect night. Now, he’s speeding through the city, his pulse hammering, trying to convince himself that everything wasn’t falling apart. That he’d get to the hospital and everything would be fine–that that moment that you needed would have come and passed. That he would have his girl back.

He replays the kiss in his mind, over and over again, refusing to blink as he stares at the road ahead, knowing that if his eyes beat shut, the tears glimmering inside will give way.

The hospital comes into view, and the second he pulls into the parking lot, he’s out of his car, feet pounding against the asphalt as he sprints toward the entrance. The waiting room is packed; hallways are bright and sterile.

“Ma’am,” he yells as he spots a nurse. “Y/N?” He asks with urgency.

“She’s in room 214 just down the hall,” he gestures down the way with a nod. “Follow me–”

Rafe runs past her, stumbling into the room, reaching for a full breath. He bites his cheek as he sees you already lying in the hospital bed, tucked into a crisp white sheet. The lights are drawn low; your beautiful eyes shut.

Rafe looks down at you, seeing the little bruise blooming on your cheek with a little gash beneath it. His eyes flick to the sink in the corner of the room. Rafe saunters over, turning on the faucet; dampening a towel before stepping to your side.

He presses it against your cheek, featherlight touches as he cleans it all away. “I got you, baby,” he whispers, his voice barely audible and laced with tears. “You’re okay. You’re gonna be fine.

Your lashes flutter open, making Rafe freeze, his beautiful eyes set on yours. You were scared, but nothing even close to how you were the first time you woke up. And even though you didn’t remember Rafe before this, you felt him.

Rafe pushes out a shaky breath as he looks down at you, brushing your hair off your face. “Hey,” he whispers.

You look at him, your lips parting, wanting desperately to say something, but nothing comes out.

Rafe gives you a soft, weak smile as he takes your hand again, brushing his thumb over the top. “You don’t have to talk. Just rest, okay? I’m not leavin’. I’ll be right here, okay?”

The room settles into a quiet rhythm—just the soft beeping of the monitors and the distant hum of hospital sounds filtering through the walls. Rafe hasn’t moved from you’s side. The doctor pushes away the curtain before stepping inside, giving you both a reassuring smile. He flips through your chart, skimming your health history again. “How are you feeling?”

You exhale slowly as you look up at the doctor from your bed. “Okay. Just a little foggy; a little sore,” your voice breaks under pressure.

“You took a pretty rough hit, but your x-rays came back clear. No fractures, just bumps and bruises. That foggy feeling is coming from concussion–a mild traumatic brain injury or TBI.”

Rafe’s grip on your hands instinctively tightens. “Umm…” He asks uneasily before clearing her throat. “Is that why is can’t remember anything–”

“Yes, we’re looking at PTA or post-traumatic amnesia. Everyone is different–”

“Different?” Rafe asks. “How—How so?”

“For some patients, PTA lasts minutes to months. Some things could come back in flashes, others over time. But given the nature of the injury, I’d say she has a very good chance of regaining everything.”

“You hear that, baby?” He looks down at you, his voice shattered but a little more hopeful than before. You smile and nod before looking back to the doctor.

“You just have to be patient with her; reassuring–”

“I can do that,” he answers quickly. Your heart breaks for him. At the moment, the reason he was sitting next to you was lost, but you knew enough to see that he was struggling. He was scared, too. Your fingers squeeze him, giving him a small gesture of reassurance.

He looks down at you before swallowing hard, exhaling a shaky breath through a soft smile before turning back to the doctor. “So, she’s gonna be okay,” he asks.

The doctor nods. “Yes. She just needs some rest, assurance, stability, and time.”

Rafe kept his hand on your lower back, leading you from the car to the downtown apartment. Your eyes search around, taking in everything seemingly for the first time. It was new to both of you–the two of you moving in just weeks before.

“Any of this look familiar? He asks as he helps you out of your jacket. You shake your head ‘no’. Of course, he wants you to remember things… He wants you to feel comfortable and safe, but there was some solace in knowing you didn’t remember this as well because, for the moment, the only memory that had been lost was him.

The apartment is beautiful, warm, and inviting–a love letter of your life together so far, picture after picture, memories that you’d eventually get back. Rafe watches you closely as you take it all in, knowing the moment the picture was taken meant nothing, hoping for you to see how much he meant to you at that moment.

You follow Rafe as he moves into the kitchen, grabbing a vase off the table, taking out some older flowers, replacing them with new ones. You smile brightly, melting his heart as he replaces them with red roses instead.

“Valentine’s Day?” You ask as you walk toward him, stepping into the kitchen. He sets the flowers back before returning to your side. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you gently against his chest, his chin resting lightly on top of your head, the both of you taking a deep breath. You take in his rich cologne, warm vanilla with a hint of tobacco. You rest your head on his strong chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Tears start to well in your eyes again.

“Hey,” he whispers, his hand tracing slow, soothing circles against your back as your fingers grip the fabric of his sweater like you need something to ground you. “We’ll figure this out together, alright? No pressure. No rush.” The emotion building in your chest was too much. All you could offer was a small nod against his chest. Rafe presses a kiss against your hair, keeping it there momentarily. “All you need to know is that this is your house, and I’m yours. Okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper shakily.

“Well,” he hums as he draws back slightly, meeting your eyes. “We can still do a few things we had planned,” he murmurs, his voice warm and gentle.

“We had plans?” You ask, hopefully.

Rafe nods as his hands run down your arms, lacing his fingers in yours before walking backward, pulling you toward the kitchen. “It’s Valentine’s Day, princess. Of course, we have plans.” Princess… Rafe sees the way you react to it—your lips part slightly in a bashful smile, that same flicker in your eyes you had the first time he called you that. “You like that, huh?” He teases.

You giggle and bite your lip, finding yourself having to look away before looking back at the beautiful man before you—the man who wanted nothing more than for you to remember that he belonged to you.

Rafe pulls out a stool at the kitchen island, draping your shoulders in a cozy blanket before passing you a glass of water. “Water?” You pout teasingly as he places the bottle of red wine on the counter back on the wine rack. He shakes his head and laughs before heading back toward you.

“You heard what he said, pretty,” he hums as he rests his hands on the counter, leaning in closer, making your heart race.

“You’re really taking care of me,” you smile.

“Of course I am. Not to brag or anything, but that’s kinda what I do,” he hums. “I mean, you said it yourself, sweetheart. I’m the best boyfriend ever. I'm smartest, funniest, and sexiest, for sure,” he chuckles and winks.

“Anything else?” You smile.

“Mmm… Mhmm,” he mumbles. “You’ve never loved a man before me. In fact, no men existed before me,” Rafe smiles devilishly.

You roll your eyes and smile. “Whatever you say.”

Rafe reaches under the counter, grabs a pot and a pan, and sets them on the counter.

“Wait—do you cook?”

Rafe bursts out laughing, looking back at you like there’s a story there. “Hell no… But you do,” he adds with a grin. “And it’s so fuckin’ good.”

“Yeah?” You smile; your love for cooking is seared in your memory, but his reaction to your cooking is brand new.

Rafe nods enthusiastically. “Baby, you have no idea. Your pasta? Life-changing. Your chicken parm? I swear–”

You smile against the rim of your water glass before taking a sip, listening to him rant and rave. “So,” he says playfully, “since I clearly have no skills in the kitchen, you’re gonna walk me through it.”

Your eyebrow lifts in amusement as a smile curls on your lips. “You want me to teach you how to cook?”

“Mhmm… And don’t worry, I’ll do all the actual work. You just sit there and be your gorgeous, sexy, bossy self, yeah?”

“Bossy?” You laugh as you put your hand under your chin, leaning into the counter. “I boss you around?”

Rafe smiles boyishly as he looks down at the ingredients list in front of him. “Don’t worry, princess, I love it,” he mumbles, his words sending a rush of warmth through your body.

“I don’t remember what I was gonna make.”

“It’s the chicken thing I like,” he answers as he sets the ingredients on the counter. “You made it for me on our first date. You said it was your specialty–”

“Chicken Cordon Bleu,” you answer with a smile.

“Mhmm,” he hums with a cheeky grin. “I mentioned that I had it before in college, and I didn’t know that it was something that didn’t come wrapped in plastic and put in the microwave, and you called me disgusting.”

Your hand covers your smile, not at all surprised with yourself. “I’m sorry–”

“Don’t be,” he chuckles as he sets the last ingredient on the counter. “You looked just like you did right now when you said it, so I was more focused on that,” he smiles, looking back at you in adoration.

“Oh, yeah?” You ask, feeling yourself on the verge of tears about something so silly.

“Yeah, baby,” he smiles. Rafe pulls out the last ingredient before looking at you, waiting for instructions.

“Alright, first, you need to start the oven.”

“Start. The. Oven,” he repeats your words slowly as he walks across the kitchen to the appliance. He puts his hands on his hips, looking at the little buttons and knobs before leaning in. He presses the start button, the oven quickly responding with a shrill beep, making him tense up. “Shit,” he chuckles. “I made it mad.”

“Temperature first, baby,” you smile. Rafe looks over his shoulder slightly before looking back at you with a smile, wondering if he heard you right.

“Push start again?” He asks, purposefully getting the instruction wrong, hoping you’ll say it again.

“Temperature first, baby,” you smile, seeing how much your words affect him.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Rafe walks back toward you, his beautiful eyes focused on yours. As he worked, Rafe kept talking, filling the kitchen with stories, little pieces of you.

“We went to Italy?” He says. “About two months ago… It was the best trip ever. You dragged me through every little café, every hole-in-the-wall restaurant. We ate so much pasta, holy shit. That bottle of wine that I put away was from that trip–delicious, baby. So damn good,” he hums as he recalls the memory himself.

The smell of the food fills the kitchen, and that familiar aroma surrounds you. “And those?” You ask, gesturing to the counter at a small, white box with a bow.

“Perugina. Also from Italy. I’ve been savin’ them for Valentine’s Day,” he smiles as he cleans off the messy counter with a rag.

You untie the ribbon, picking one up, popping it into her mouth. Rafe scoffs, scrunching his nose as his eyebrows pinch together. “Hey, you’re not gonna be hungry for my five-star meal.” You roll your eyes and laugh, reaching into the box to grab one for Rafe before holding it to his lips. He hesitates for a moment, his soft eyes flickering between you and the chocolate before taking it between his lips. Your finger grazes the slight stubble on his jaw, your thumb dragging ever so slightly on his plump bottom lip, making his heart stumble.

“Good?” You ask, your voice laced with sensuality.

“So good,” he hums.

Rafe grabs one himself, holding it up to your mouth. You take it between your lips, wrapping them around his fingers, lingering for a moment. The energy in the room shifts from light teasing to something deeper, something that you could imagine would normally end with his lips on yours. The tension between the two of you builds, and you feel something deep in your stomach, a flutter.

“Good?” He asks.

“Delicious.”

Rafe set the plates on the dining table, resting yours in front of you before taking a seat. He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, nervously awaiting your reaction. “This is amazing…” You praise, watching as the tension in his shoulders falls. “So,” You say between bites, “tell me about you.”

Rafe smiles, tilting his head as he looks back at you. “What do you wanna know?”

“Anything. I feel like I should know everything, but…” You exhale, pressing your lips together before shaking her head.

“Hey, we’ve got nothing’ but time, aight? First date convo. The basics. What do you wanna know, princess?”

You nod in agreement, looking back at him as you think about what you want to ask first. “What do you do? For work?”

Rafe’s lips twitch, a bit of pride slipping into his expression. “I’m closin’ a huge deal soon. It’s been in the works for months.”

“Oh?” You ask, intrigued. “Business guy?”

“Commercial real estate, yeah.”

Your lips draw to the side as you push a glazed carrot around your plate, trying to think of something else. “And what do I do?”

Rafe scoots a little closer and smiles, resting his forearms on the table as he looks back at you proudly. “You own a restaurant.”

“I do?” You ask happily.

“Mhmm… For about two years now, I believe. A very, very successful one,” he praises you as you look back at him in wonder.

“Wow… What kind of restaurant?”

“Upscale New American Cuisine,” Rafe answered easily. “And I still don’t know what that means. But, it’s one of the most well-known spots in Charleston.”

Your lips part slightly, a flicker of something crossing your mind. “The Social?”

Rafe’s breath catches, his heart skipping a beat. “Yeah, baby,” he answers gently.

“I’ve been thinking about that for years–since I graduated…”

“And you pulled it off,” Rafe adds.

Rafe watches you carefully, letting you sit with that realization for a moment, “That’s where we met.”

“Tell me about it.”

Rafe smiles and nods as he takes your hand in his. “Alright, princess… Umm. You were pissed at me.”

You burst out laughing again, just like you did before. Your hand covers your mouth, half-covering your smile. “Why?” You chuckle weakly. “There’s no way.”

“I swear. You didn’t know me yet but hated me that first night.”

“Why?” You ask, scrunching your nose in disbelief with yourself, especially considering how sweet he’s treating you now. It’s hard to think of another moment when you could be pissed at him, let alone hate him.

“Because I was late for my reservation,” he admits. “Like twenty… thirty minutes, maybe? I came in with a party of twelve, and you were slammed. You had given the tables away, and I shuffled in with all those people, totally expecting the table to be ready.”

“Uh oh,” you chuckle.

“Uh oh, is right… You told me to fuck off.”

“No!” You gasp.

“I’m just fuckin’ with you,” he laughs. “Nah. You told me, very professionally, that you gave my tables away and that if I wanted to eat, I would have to wait.”

“And what did you say?” You ask as you lean in a little more.

“I turned on the charm, obviously,” he answers smugly. “Charmed your panties right off you.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Mhmm… Flirted with you shamelessly,” Rafe adds. “I told you no one has ever looked this good kickin’ me out of a restaurant. And magically, you had a table for twelve in the back ten minutes later.”

You smile and nod, looking back at Rafe as his eyes twinkle in the candlelight, looking back at you lovingly. “Everyone left, and I decided to stay for a drink, and before I could even look around for you, the prettiest woman I have ever seen in my laugh sat next to me. And, the rest is history.”

Without hesitation, you curl up beside him, resting your head in his lap. Rafe takes a slow, steady breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. The movie plays softly in the background, but neither of you is paying attention, focusing more on each other. Rafe tests the waters, leaning down, pressing a featherlight kiss on your forehead like he’s wanted to all night. The moment he pulls back, his eyes meet yours. And unlike before, when he kissed you in the street, the fear was gone.

You swallow hard, blinking up at him, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you.”

Rafe looks down at you, and just like before he’s not sure of what he heard or if it’s just some sweet dream. “Yeah?” He asks weakly.

You nod; your eyes never leave his. “I don’t—I don’t remember everything,” you admit, her voice thick with emotion. “But I feel it, Rafe. I feel you.”

Rafe’s jaw tightens as he struggles to keep himself from falling apart completely.

“I know how much you love me,” you continue, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I can see it in the way you look at me, in how you’ve taken care of me all night. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Rafe’s vision blurs, but he doesn’t care, letting his tears roll down his cheeks. He turns his face into your palm, kissing the inside of her wrist before whispering, “You have no idea how much I love you, princess.” He wraps his big arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug. He buries himself in your neck, feeling a wave of relief crash over him.

When Rafe lowers you again, you shift before he can react, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. The sudden movement widens his eyes, and a surprised chuckle leaves his lips as his large hand instinctively rests on your hips.

“Well, this is unexpected,” he teases, his voice low and laced with affection.

You smile softly, scratching your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck before you lean in, letting your lips ghost over the top of yours. Rafe’s breathing matches yours, lips brushing ever so slightly. And, just when he can’t take anymore he leans in, pressing a deep, lingering kiss on your lips.

His breath catches in his strong chest, his grip tightening on your body as you melt into his warm embrace. Rafe’s heart pounds at the way you kiss him–no hesitation, no caution, fully. Just like the first night, you were together.

“Is this too much?” He asks gently between kisses.

“No,” you whisper. “Not at all.” Your hands rest on his stomach, drifting higher up the cozy material of his sweater, pressing against his chest, then pressing again. You still, pulling back slightly as you meet Rafe’s eyes. His brows furrowed in confusion first until he realized what he had done.

Your hand rests over your mouth, your eyes wide as you beg the silent question.

Is that what I think it is?

Rafe freezes, his heart hammering in his chest as he gives you a slight nod. “Can I see it?” You whisper.

He exhales slowly, his lips twitching into a smile, both nervous and excited. “I can never say no to you, princess.”

“Okay,” you answer as your eyes shimmer with tears. Then, in one swift motion, Rafe lifts you to your feet, standing there before dropping to one knee, pulling out the box you felt in his breast pocket.

“I’m asking you again. But, if I’m showing you, I’m still gonna do this right,” he whispers, his voice low and thick with love.

Tears well in both of your eyes as you stare at each other, caught in a moment bigger than all the lost memories. Rafe swallows hard, staring up at you from his knee with the engagement ring resting in the open box in his palm.

His heart pounded so fiercely he could feel it in his throat, his hands trembling slightly—not out of fear, but because this moment, this girl, had always been the most important thing in his life.

He takes a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking. “Sweetheart, I know things are complicated right now. And if I’m being honest, yeah—a part of me is sad that you don’t remember all the beautiful memories we’ve made. Because, God, baby, there are so many,” his voice breaks as he pushes out the last few words. “If I’m bein’ completely honest, I would have proposed to you the first night I met you.” A soft, choked laugh escapes him, and he tilts his head, looking at you with the same love he always has.

“The second you rolled those pretty little eyes at me at your restaurant, I knew you were it for me.” You lift your arm, wiping your eyes along the sleeve of your sweater. Rafe’s expression softens, even more, his free hand reaching for yours. He rubs his thumb over her knuckles and smiles.

“I love you,” he murmurs, looking up at you like you’re the only thing in the world. “I’ve loved you through every version of us—through every moment, every fight, every laugh. And I’ll love you through this,” Rafe promises. “I’ll love you while we figure it all out, while we rebuild every memory you lost, while you fall for me again—which, by the way, is inevitable because I’m incredibly charming.”

Your cheeks burn from your smile, and your eyes shut slightly, causing the tears to tumble down your cheeks.

“So, what do you say, princess? Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

Rafe barely lets you finish before he’s slips the ring onto your finger, his hands shaking slightly. The second it’s in place, he surges to his feet, cupping your face in his hands as he kisses you deep and desperate, filled with so much love it nearly steals your breath.

“I know you don't remember, but that's what I was pickin’ up this morning,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion.

“I love you,” you whisper as your fingers trace the back of his neck.

Rafe grins, pulling you back in again, whispering a breathless I love you too. Just like before, you move on instinct, jumping into his strong arms, wrapping your legs around his trim waist as your body presses against Rafe’s, kissing him just like you have countless times before. And even if you couldn't remember all those beautiful moments just yet, your body knew him.

Rafe’s big hands grip your thighs, holding you tight. "We should go to bed,” you whisper through a soft smile.

Rafe chuckles, still breathless, his lips grazing your cheek. "You need to relax, princess."

"I am relaxed,” you murmur, nuzzling against your fiance's neck. "Please, baby. You said you can never say no to me…”

He groans softly at your words, tightening his hold on you as he searches for your face.

"Okay," he whispered, voice thick and hungry. "But I'm takin’ care of you… Princess treatment. You're not doin’ shit but cummin’, alright?” He asks.

You nod, fingers threading through his hair. "I want you."

His chest ached at the way you said it like even though your memories were still scattered, you knew he was the one person who would always be there.

Rafe carries you toward the bedroom, your lips meeting again and again, slow and deep, each kiss stealing a little more of the space between you.

He works off his sweater and his shirt between kisses, and you undo his belt and slacks. Your hands fall down his toned skin as your breathing grows heavier, smiling against his lips. Rafe follows your focus, your emerald-cut diamond glistening in the low light. “I’m gonna take care of you, alright. Now… Always. Okay?” He asks.

“I know you will,” you whisper, making him smile against your lips.

Rafe carefully takes off your sweater, quickly raising his hands to caress your curves. He smiles as he takes in the red lace.

“This is new,” he whispers as his thumb brushes against the delicate material, making your nipple press against the fabric, whimpering at the subtle down. Rafe reaches down, hooking his finger under the band of your leggings, looking up at you, silently asking for consent. You look at him and smile, giving him a slight nod. He pulls them down to your feet, kissing higher and higher.

“These are new, too,” he hums as he slips his finger under the band of your matching panties. The set is no doubt purchased for the man standing in front of you. He reaches behind your back, kissing your shoulder as he unclasps your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders onto the floor. Rafe lifts you off your feet, and you find yourself in his arms yet again, this time it’s skin on skin.

He sets you on the bed carefully, taking his time, looking at you underneath him. Rafe works slowly, biting the band of your red panties, pulling them down your thighs.

You can feel the chill of your wetness between your thighs as he breathes warmly against your sex. Reaching down, you rest your slight fingers on your clit as he watches, rubbing for a moment, teasing him, making him chuckle out a deep, dark laugh.

“No touching, princess,” he hums as he grabs your left hand, taking your middle and ring fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean up to the jewelry. Your eyes roll back in your head; Rafe said the moment he saw you, he knew it would always be you, and you felt the same.

Goosebumps spread across your skin as he kisses your inner thighs, working closer and closer ‘til he’s kissing your clit. You throw your head back into the pillow, thighs drawing in. Rafe grabs your knees, carefully spreading you wide, spitting on your pussy before sucking down, sliding two fingers into your soaked hole. “So fucking wet,” he moans against your cunt, working you with his mouth just like you love, sucking, flicking, and kissing, leaving you crying out for more.

You feel yourself just seconds away from your release, but he already knows, quickening his pace, sucking down just a little more, until your body comes undone. Your fingers twist in his hair, pulling him close as you pulse around his thick digits.

You relax around him, dissolving into the mattress as he continues to work his fingers in and out, watching your body continue to respond to his touch.

“How was that, princess?” Rafe asks with a smile, already knowing his answer. His long fingers are a mess with your climax. You grab his wrist, drawing his fingers between your mouth, wrapping your lips around them, gliding them in and out like you’d suck him off. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he moans, watching you close. “We gotta get you feelin’ better. You’re so good at that…”

“Come here,” you smile, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, leading him to your lips. You look at the space between you, watching his thick cock, leaving a slight streak of precum on your stomach as he moves closer. “Fuck, baby,” you moan needily. Rafe wraps his fist around his dick, tapping your clit, making your body jolt with sensitivity.

“Are you okay, baby?” He mumbles against your lips. “You wanna keep going?” Rafe traces his swollen tip around your soaked hole, pressing himself against it.

“Please,” you whisper against his lips. “I need you, please–” And just like when he was sliding on your ring, he could barely wait until you got the rest of the words out, filling your tight cunt like he was always meant to be there.

He lets out a deep groan, feeling the way your body pulls him in, the way the shape of you fits precisely how it should. “Pussy was made for me, baby,” he breathes as he draws out, thrusting himself back in.

Rafe rolls his body into you, reaching that perfect spot inside you. Your body tightens around him, fingers twisting into the sheets.

You reach up, grabbing his cheeks, pressing a deep kiss against his lips, swallowing your moans and pleasured cries. Your back arches into him–nipples brushing against his chest. His chain falls on your chest, sticking to your sweat-glistened skin, making the tears pooling on your waterline fall as you see your initials etched in gold.

“I love you, Rafe… I love you,” you whisper as he picks up the pace just enough.

“I love you more,” he soothes as he reaches up, rubbing the tears away with his thumbs. “Come on, baby. Cum on my cock.”

You bite your lip and nod, looking up at him as your climax comes hard and fast, your body pulsing with pleasure around his thick dick as he works you through your orgasm.

“Fuckkk,” he moans, drawing out the word as he empties himself inside you, his eyes screwing shut as you purposefully clench around him, making his body shudder and his eyes roll back. He collapses on top of you, lips finding your forehead as he kisses, lingering as he catches his breath. Rafe moves a little lower, nuzzling his face against you, his voice barely above a breath as he whispers, “I love you.”

[littlelamy]

Fucking stoooop that last sentence of the vaginal piercing fic?!?! 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

[littlelamy]

you lost count after the third—maybe the fourth—orgasm, body slick with his cum and your arousal. rafe spreaded you out on the bed like a feast, one hand shoved under your knee to keep you wide open, and the other playing with your soaked cunt like he’s tuning an instrument.

"you’re not done," he murmurs, thumb circling your clit, not gentle, not cruel—just relentless. calculated. like he knows exactly how much more you can take and then some. "not even close, baby."

you try to twist away, hips bucking, but there’s nowhere to go. the sheets are damp beneath you, your body all wrecked and overstimulated, and he just laughs—low and mean and hot enough to make your stomach twist. he presses his thumb down harder, starts tapping it, just the way he knows drives you insane, and your back arches like a bow.

"yeah, that’s it," he says, smirking as he watches your mouth drop open, eyes fluttering shut, fingers clawing at the mattress. “look at that pretty pussy twitch. fuckin’ greedy. you love this.…awe baby look at that sweet thing mm ‘wanna show everyone.”

you sob, voice breaking as the next orgasm rips through you like a wave. your body jerks, thighs clamping around his watch-clad wrist, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down. three fingers slide back into you, soaked and effortless, curling up just right, and his mouth finds your puffy nipple, tongue lapping lazy circles before he bites, just enough to make you squeal.

"five," he says against your chest, lips curling. "come on, baby. give me six. you deserve this, this will make you think twice about letting jj touch your a—my ass."

and fuck—you’re already halfway there.

notes: inspired by my love @angellocket !

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[littlelamy]

This is literally Rafe x Glamourmodel!Reader when one of her Playboy spreads’ launches

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He gets so lit, cocky and coked out … going to expand on this

[littlelamy]

your cheek is pressed into the mattress, drool pooling on the sheets, knees sliding wider with every brutal thrust of rafe’s hips behind you. he has both hands gripping your waist like he owns it—like you’re just something he uses to get off—and fuck, who cares, maybe you are. your cunt’s soaked, stretched around him, sloppy noises echoing with every thrust, but it’s not enough for him. it never is.

he leans over you, chest hot against your back, breath hitting your ear in short, filthy bursts. “you feel that?” he growls, voice wrecked. “listen to the way you suck me in. fuckin’ made for it.”

you try to answer, but all you manage is a whine, hips pushing back into him like you’re starving for it. and then you feel it—his hand sliding down, fingers slick from your mess, tracing the curve of your ass with deliberate slowness. you tense when his thumb brushes over your tight hole, just teasing.

“shhh,” he murmurs, kissing the back of your neck. “don’t run from it. you’re gonna take it. you always do….”

he presses the pad of his thumb in slow, careful, your breath catching in your throat as the stretch burns sweet and sharp. your cunt clenches hard around him, body twitching from the overload, and he laughs, low and smug, grinding his cock deeper as his thumb sinks past the tight ring of muscle.

“fuck, there’s my girl,” he moans, thrusting deep, his thumb buried in your ass, cock drilling your soaked pussy with heavy, punishing rhythm. “tight everywhere, like your body was built to take all of me.”

you’re a mess—whimpering, shaking, drooling onto the sheets with your mouth hanging open, eyes rolled back. every thrust now makes your legs go weak, the pressure of his thumb making your whole body feel like it’s going to crack in half from the inside out.

“you love it, huh?” he grits out, pounding harder, thumb twisting with each thrust. “love bein’ full like this—so fuckin’ stuffed by daddy. this greedy little hole back here squeezin’ me like you don’t wanna let go.”

you sob, nodding the best you can with your face half-buried in the mattress, and he loses it, rutting into you so deep the bed slams the wall, over and over and over again like a jack rabbit. your body locks up, tight and trembling, the pressure unbearable, perfect, and oh so brutal.

“cum for me,” he growls, yanking your hair back just enough to hear your voice. “cum while i’ve got my cock in your pussy and my thumb in your ass. show me who you fuckin’ belong to.”

and you do…..eyes wide, mouth open, body clenching down so hard around him it forces a groan from his chest so deep it sounds like a threat. he keeps going through it, slow now, dragging it out, both holes pulsing around him, soaking and shaking, completely ruined. just how he likes you.

notes: if i had the video, i would show you guys the inspo of this but 😩....if i do find it again i will post it because a video speaks way louder than words!

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[littlelamy]

https://www.tumblr.com/rafesplaymate/780401269461450752/im-still-so-bothered-by-this-dont-even-know-how

What reader are you referring too? I noticed this happens a lot.

I love all you work btw please keep writing 😞❤️‍🩹

My playmate/glamourmodel!reader.

It’s okay to have inspiration and build on that — but just give credit where it’s due!

GM!Reader was literally my first work I put out so it’s just sentimental to me :/

I know it sounds like something very trivial but I put work into that, you know? And I try hard to come up with my concepts and put heart into creating my reader’s in a way that is from me.

and thank you so much love! I will try to keep the ball rolling and be more consistent <333 the support means a lot!

[littlelamy]

my summer plans

[littlelamy]

p links of rafe?

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ Rafe Cameron twitter/x porn links

You wanted to try ‘n fuck yourself on his cock mid fuck

Frat!Rafe telling you to moan louder so that the gc will have better audio to get off to

Rafe fucking you while you cling to the stupid bear he bought you

Pounding into you while you’re supposed to be on top until you squirt all over the place

It’s giving stepdad!Rafe

Rafe definitely loves to fuck you like this <3

Rafe x bratty gf vibes, idk why just the vibes this vid gives

Loser!season1!Rafe core