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littlelamy · 9 hours ago

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Another of cowboy rafe and shy reader first time together smut plss is soo good

lamy's note: let me know if the dialogue is cringey. i tried to make it more cowboyish but...

your heart pounded against your ribcage as you sat perched on the edge of a hay bale, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, your nerves frayed and humming with anticipation.

rafe leaned against the wooden post of the barn, his hat pulled low over his eyes, his silhouette rugged and imposing against the fading light. he watched you, a small, crooked smile tugging at the corner of his lips, his eyes glinting with something you couldn't quite name—something that made your breath catch in your throat and your thighs press together instinctively.

"you nervous, darlin'?" his voice was low, drawling, the rich timbre of it sending a shiver down your spine.

you swallowed hard, your fingers twisting in the fabric of your skirt as you looked up at him through your lashes. "i'm not... used to this, rafe," you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

he pushed off the post, his boots crunching against the dry earth as he crossed the short distance between you. every step he took seemed to pulse in time with your heartbeat, the slow, deliberate way he moved making the tension between you coil tighter, hotter. when he reached you, he knelt down, his calloused hands gently wrapping around your wrists, stilling your fidgeting fingers.

"ain't nothin' to be afraid of," he murmured, his gaze locking onto yours, intense and unyielding. "we'll take it slow, sugar. ain't in no rush." his thumbs brushed soothingly over your skin, his touch a balm to your frayed nerves.

you nodded, the heat in your cheeks rising as you tried to steady your breathing. the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—made your heart swell, your body thrumming with a heady mixture of anxiety and desire.

"c'mere," he said, his voice softening as he pulled you to your feet. his hands rested on your waist, guiding you toward him as he took a step back into the shadowed barn, the golden light of the setting sun casting long, languid shadows across the straw-strewn floor.

your pulse quickened as he led you deeper into the barn, the cool, earthy scent of hay and leather mingling with the faint musk of his cologne. his hat was tossed aside, revealing his tousled golden hair, his sharp features softened by the flickering lantern light. you couldn't tear your eyes away from him, the way his shirt clung to the hard lines of his chest, the way his fingers tightened on your hips as he drew you closer.

"you're beautiful, y'know that?" he whispered, his voice rough with want as he leaned down, his lips ghosting over the curve of your jaw. "been thinkin' 'bout this... 'bout you... for so damn long."

you felt the heat bloom in your chest, your skin tingling beneath his touch as his lips finally met yours, gentle at first, a slow, teasing caress that left you breathless. his hands roamed your body, sliding up your sides, tracing the curve of your waist, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your blouse to brush against the bare skin of your back.

"rafe..." your voice was a shaky whisper against his mouth, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt as you clung to him, the solid, warm presence of his body grounding you, soothing the nervous flutter of your heart.

"shh, darlin'," he murmured, his lips trailing down the column of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin, each one sending a spark of heat straight to your core. "let me take care of you."

his hands worked the buttons of your blouse with practiced ease, peeling the fabric from your shoulders, letting it fall to the hay-strewn floor. you shivered under his gaze, his eyes dark and hungry as they roamed over your exposed skin, taking in every curve, every freckle, every inch of you like you were a vision carved from the stars themselves.

"goddamn," he breathed, his hands finding your waist again, pulling you flush against him. you could feel the hard press of him against your stomach, the roughness of his jeans a stark contrast to the softness of your skin. "been wantin' to feel you like this... taste you..."

he dropped to his knees, his hands sliding down your thighs, fingers curling under the hem of your skirt, pushing it up slowly, reverently, until it pooled around your hips. his breath was hot against your skin, his mouth trailing kisses along the inside of your thigh, each one making your knees weaken, your breath hitch in your throat.

"please," you whispered, your voice trembling, a desperate plea for more, for him, for everything.

rafe looked up at you, his eyes blazing with something primal, something possessive. "you gotta tell me what you need, sweetheart," he rasped, his fingers teasing the edges of your panties, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just above. "wanna hear you say it."

"i need you," you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as his mouth worked its way higher, closer to where you were aching for him. "please, rafe... i need you."

he groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs, leaving you bare before him. he pressed a lingering kiss to your hip before rising to his feet, his hands sliding up your sides, pulling you back into his arms.

"gonna give you everything, darlin'," he promised, his voice a husky whisper against your ear as he backed you up against the wall of the barn, his body pressing into yours, pinning you in place. "just tell me if it gets too much."

you nodded, your fingers clutching at his shirt as he kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours, the taste of him intoxicating, overwhelming. his hands found the back of your thighs, lifting you easily, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed you harder into the wall.

the feel of him, hot and hard against you, made your head spin, your body arching into his, seeking more, desperate for the release only he could give you.

"i've got you," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he rocked his hips against yours, the friction setting your nerves on fire. "let me make you feel good, sugar."

and with that, he claimed you fully, his body moving with yours in a rhythm as old as time, each thrust sending you higher, closer to the edge, the world fading into a haze of pleasure and heat. the stars above bore witness as you cried out his name, your body trembling in his arms, your heart racing as you fell apart together, lost in the wild, passion of the night.

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littlelamy · 10 hours ago

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YOU REALLY ATE with 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 01. what did their makeup end up looking like after Rafe was done?

lamy's note: thank you bby!

your once-pristine face is a masterpiece turned wreckage, rafe’s thick, heated release painting you like he owns every inch of you. it drips down your cheeks in sticky, white streaks, pooling on your cupid’s bow and sliding toward your jawline, mingling with the smudged ruins of your makeup. that bold lipstick you started the night with? smeared and feathered at the edges, your parted lips glossy with his mess.

mascara? forget it. black streaks cascade down your face, tangled with the salty lines of tears that spilled as he gripped your jaw tight, angling you just how he likes. your foundation has given up the fight entirely, streaked and blotchy from sweat and the wet splatter of him claiming you like he has every damn right to.

it’s not just makeup anymore; it’s a canvas of ruin, lust, and ownership. you look absolutely wrecked, and yet the way your tongue darts out to catch a stray drop at the corner of your lips says you don’t mind being ruined one bit.

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littlelamy · 23 hours ago

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i don’t think you guys understand how EXCITED i am🤭🤭🤭🤭

MEET THE ISLANDERS (Girls Edition)

Sarah, 24, Influencer/Content Creator/BikiniCompany Owner, Los Angeles CA

Kiara, 25, Environmental Lawyer, Outer Banks NC

Cleo, 27, Advocate for At-Risk Youth, Chicago IL

Maddy, 22, Makeup Artist, Seattle WA

love island taglist: @cherrygirlfriend @judesgfirl @slickdickwitchbitchh @leather-n-velvet @alinavalentine @littlelamy @nami11 @madiisynnxx @ts1mp0ne @starkeyslibrary @venusluves @rafecameronsfavourite @lolharrystylesissexy @nofacenocase00 @k4yr14 @drewslefttoe @tinie03 @angielvsnick @dellevans (if you have added yourself on my taglist and your tag doesn't show up here or if you want to add yourself to the taglist, comment or reblog!)

A/N: hope you are all as excited as i am!!! boys version coming soon...🤍

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littlelamy · 1 day ago

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passenger princess pairing: sunshine!reader x bf!rafe synopsis: no one touches your side of the car warnings: fluff! wc: 700 this was such a cute little idea, i loved it!!! this is for the baddies that refuse to get a license ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ originally posted 11/11/2024

whenever you'd come up with some new, ridiculous way to 'tune up' what you had deemed your side of his car, rafe would act like it was such a bother; like he really didn't get why you felt the need to be doing all that.

rafe's side of the car was, well, normal. sure, he had a few documents he kept in the driver's seat sun visor, but everything else was sleek, normal, but your side was like a kindergartner's dream come true. it got so ridiculous that you had a fluffy blanket you'd stuffed into the glove compartment, conveniently ignoring the gun he kept there. sure, that came in use for car quickies, but most of the time it was just there for when you felt like... napping.

the dashboard had a bunch of stickers as well as some of those weird furry toys (calico crits or some shit) along with those weird little babies with fruits on their heads; you'd put blu-tack on their feet to make sure they stayed in their rightful places. even the cup holder was taken over by a little plushie, and he'd basically had to argue for you to not get a pink cover for the steering wheel; that ended up with you giving him the silent treatment for a week until he showed up behind your door with more ridiculous trinkets for your side of the car.

secretly, he liked the fact that there was your side of the car, that even when you weren't there, he could still see traces of you everywhere.

rafe let out a small sigh, tapping his long digits against the steering wheel, glancing down at his watch the longer it took barry to get there; finally, he saw the man getting out of his trailer, letting out a low "fucking finally..." while barry opened the door to rafe's car, his eyes immediately landing on the crap on your side of the car. "don't ask."

"wasn't gonna." barry huffed in amusement, getting into the decorated side of the car, and rafe wished he wasn't in such a hurry, the sight being so ridiculous. "you're whipped, huh?"

"what are you talking about?" rafe scoffed, the car lurching forward as he started it, barry adjusting the cute seat cover you'd recently bought, letting out a small tut. "i wouldn't do that." but before rafe could stop barry from further meddling with your settings, he'd already started adjusting the seat, making him groan internally.

"are you gonna get shit for it?"

"obviously." rafe scoffed, "and you will too. it took her, like, a month to adjust it to be comfortable. so stop touching her shit."

still, barry continued looking at the little trinkets you kept on your side of the car, taking one of those weird fruit babies and toying with it, letting out a small snort, but when they pulled up in front of an unfamiliar house instead of the house party rafe had told him they'd be going, barry looked at the blonde with furrowed brows, who simply scratched the back of his neck.

"don't tell-"

before he could finish his sentence, barry was startled by the sound of a knock on the passenger seat window, and when he turned around, you were standing there, mouthing something.

"she's saying you're in her seat." rafe muttered under his breath, barry laughing at this; it was getting more and more ridiculous by the minute.

"whipped. w-h-i-p-p-e-d." barry slapped rafe's shoulder, making the blonde roll his eyes as barry got out of the passenger's seat.

"hi." you said with an excited smile as you climbed onto your side of the car, pressing a soft kiss on rafe's stubbled cheek, all the while barry climbed into the backseat, feeling like he was a damn kid getting a ride to school from his parents.

however, as you tried to settle onto your usual seat, you looked between the two men with narrowed eyes, your glossed lips pursing into a pout, rafe feeling like he might burn under your gaze.

"did he mess with my seat?"

"i told him not to!"

"barry!" you exclaimed, your keen eyes landing on the dashboard, noticing that something was missing; you turned around to face him, a sheepish grin on barry's face.

"barry, give me the angel back!"

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littlelamy · 1 day ago

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bambi and drew when they were a situationship ! ˚ ᡣ𐭩. 𖥔 ๋࣭

Drew’s breathing is still erratic, the sex you just shared with him has left him gasping for air. You don’t say anything—just slip out from under the covers, the chill of the room hitting your skin. You don’t even look at him when you walk to the bathroom.

The door clicks shut behind you, but you can still hear him shifting in the bed, the soft rustling of sheets. You stare at yourself in the mirror, eyes wide, brows furrowed.

What the fuck am I doing?

You don’t even realize when he starts walking toward you. It’s like he’s always been behind you, looming over you even when you don’t want him to be.

The bathroom door cracks open, and there he is, looking confused.

“baby, what are you doing?”

You don’t even know why you’re still talking to him at all. You came over to talk about how you’re sick and tired of being pushed aside, sick of feeling left out anytime his freinds are around, not fitting in because they view you as young and naive. But like always you gave in and slept with him. You knew the conversation wasn’t happening, so what’s the point in staying?

“I’m leaving,” you say, your voice barely a whisper, but it feels louder than anything you’ve ever said to him.

His face twists into something you can't quite place—disbelief, anger, hurt, all mixed together. “Wh- Are you serious?”

You can’t even look at him. You focus on your reflection in the mirror, the way your shoulders sag, how defeated you feel and look. Mascara and lip liner smeared, your cheeks warm and sweaty.

“I’m serious,” you murmur. “I’m done.”

He takes a step closer, reaching out to touch your arm, but you pull away. His touch, once comforting, feels like a brand now. Like it burns.

“Bambi, you’re being ridiculous” he says, a laugh edging his words, but it doesn’t sound like he’s laughing at all. It sounds like he’s mocking you.

“I’m not being ridiculous!” you snap, spinning around to face him. You feel the words press against your chest, sharp and bitter. “It was a mistake.”

He scoffs. “A mistake? After everything? you’re really telling me this after what we just did?”

You bite your lip, eyes stinging. “Yes. Because you’re always so damn mean to me!”

The words hang in the air, thick with the tension between you both. Drew looks like he’s just been hit, but he’s not giving up.

He raises an eyebrow, his voice tinged with disbelief. “You don’t even know what you want half the time, Bambi. You change your mind like the goddamn wind. One minute, you want to be with me, the next, you’re pushing me away. How am I supposed to keep up with that?”

“You want to know why?” You’re shaking now, the anger bubbling over. “Because you make it impossible. You’re the one who’s always pushing and pulling me in when your little bitch isn’t in town. You make everything about yourself, and then when I need something—anything—there’s nothing, everytime you gain something I’m the one losing everything!”

Drew’s face hardens, and his voice lowers to something dangerous. “I’m not the one who doesn’t know what they are doing. You’re the one who thinks everything’s gonna work out just because you’re here with me. Newsflash! its not. Not everything is as simple as you want it to be. You’re naive to think it is.”

You feel your chest tighten, your throat burning. "Don’t call me that." You say as tears start staining your skin

He looks at you, unblinking. "You don't get it, You can't keep acting like everything's perfect, like we can just keep pretending things are fine when they’re not."

“It’s not fine, Drew," you say, your voice cracking. "That’s why I’m leaving.”

He just stares at you, his face twisted, his eyes dark with frustration. "This is stupid," he mutters, turning away and heading back to bed "I can’t keep doing this shit."

But you’re already over it. Your mind is made up, and you’re not going to let him talk you out of it. Not again. Not this time.

You grab your phone, your purse, and without a second glance, you’re out the door. The air hits you, cold and biting, but it feels better than the heat of the argument.

A cab pulls up, and you don’t hesitate. You climb in without looking back, your hands shaking as you close the door behind you. You don’t even know where you’re going yet, doesn’t matter anyway. You just need space.

The cab pulls away, and you stare out the window, watching the streetlights blur into streaks of yellow and orange.

Drew’s face is still stuck in your mind. His words, the way he made you feel small. He always does that, Makes you feel like you’re the one who doesn’t know what’s real, like you’re the one who’s in the wrong.

But you’re not wrong. Not this time. You know what you need, even if it hurts to walk away.

you wonder if Drew is standing in that dark apartment, staring at the door you just walked through, trying to figure out whether he wants you or not. Whether he’ll ever make up his mind.

Maybe, maybe not. But right now, all you know is that you need to breathe.

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littlelamy · 1 day ago

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thank you so much @cameronsprincess 😘😘

NPT: @rafesheaven @rafesbabygirlx @rafescokewhore @rafesplaymate @kiiyomei @fawnhart @cherrygirlfriend @starkeynation @harrys-housewife @dolcekissy @dollyfiles @drewsephrry @lacydollette @fae-of-prey @fallbhind + anyone else who wants to do it<3

thank you for the tag @rafegetinmybed ♡

without naming them post a gif of 10 (i did 8 bc i drew a blank) of your favorite films and then tag others to do the same.

npt: @starkeysbabygirl @rafesheaven @rafesthroatbaby @rafescvntyclubgf @sarahsangelicdoll @littlelamy @nemesyaaa @cherrygirlfriend @rafescorpsebride @hauntedfawnn + whoever else wants to do it!

#𖤣𖥧 lamy’s garden。 𖤣𖥧

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littlelamy · 2 days ago

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idk if I want her or him🤭🤭🤭

SCREAMS glamourmodel out partying with rafe🤭🤭

YES. (the way i have these pics on one of my pinterest boards)

Lights, Camera, Action!

Rafe Cameron x Glamourmodel!Reader

❀⋆.ೃ࿔ navigation. ❀⋆.ೃ࿔ masterlist.

warnings: smut. Exhbitionism (like fr). degradation. manhandling. p in v. dom / sub dynamics. pervs all around.

a/n: like this is legit exhibitionism and power dynamics

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That’s definitely glamourmodel!reader and Rafe at one of his functions at Tannyhill. Let me elaborate…

“Keep showing your panties and shit, get your ass down!” He’d growl, coke drip irritating his sinuses and throat along with the reverb in his voice from reprimanding her. He knew that getting with a famous model meant the amount of attention that comes along with her would be excessive —but the way everyone around them is ogling her sweet self in her pretty, pink polka dotted dress makes him want to gouge their eyes out.

“Mhmm.. Rafey”, she’d whine with a pout on her full lips, makeup a mess and blowout falling from the damp humidity of the summer night and bodies surrounding them. Her cute pussy barely covered by her g-string as she dances on the outside-lounge table in their area. It’s one of her more modest dresses but the way she lets it lift up twist with her movements with no care for her assets showing is making Rafe’s possessiveness rear its ugly-head. Although she loved when he got like this.

“Ugh! Leave her alone, can’t even let her have fun. You’re such a loser!” Mocked Sarah who was dancing right along with her. The two girls fueled with liquid courage. In an equally skimpy outfit as she dances right along with her best friend. Both of them the stars of the party, always egging each other on to be as care free as they can be. It irks Rafe how much Sarah enables his girl but she quite frankly doesn’t give a fuck —y/n is way too sexy not to show herself off to the fullest extent. In fact they’d even considered getting Sarah into modeling with her too.

“Shut your bitch ass up, no one was talking to you,” Rafe bit back, reaching for his girl by the waist and tugging her down while she whined and moaned about how he’s ‘no fun.’ “Rafey —stop! Ugh, let me live!” She’d cry to him, pushing against him as he successfully manhandled her to his whim. Feeling him tug up the low cut of her dress while he pulled the ridden up skirt to cover her ass. “Shut up. Sick of you bouncing these fake tits around with your nipples showin’ and shit. Keep that shit for the magazines and shoots.” He’d grab her by the face, making her dazed eyes look into his while he scolded her. His stupid bunny, oh how he loves her.

If it weren’t for the line she’d taken earlier and the vodka she pounded back she doesn’t think she’d mind so much about her man being so controlling. She loves how possessive he is, makes her pussy wet when he gets so protective over her. But right now.. she wants to pick at his nerves and make him even angrier. She loves being a tease, especially with him.

“Thought you liked my tits, Hef paid a pretty penny for them.” She’d say with a mocking pout, bringing her french-tipped hands to rub her plump chest as she stared at him. “Don’t know why you’re so bothered, this is more than what I use to wear at the mansion parties.” She’d wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her chest to his while Rafe would pull her even closer, big hands trailing down her cinched waist to her perky ass —squeezing the globes in his palm as he smirked down at her.

“Fuck yeah, y’know I love ‘em. But they belong to me now —that old bastard can suck my fat dick.” He’d whisper with mocking; trailing his lips down her neck as he teased her wetness with the tips of his fingers. “What you’re talking about, hm? What did my little playmate get up to without me around?” His words are muffled by his trail of kisses down her neck. Bringing one hand to grope her chest while her hard nipples stabbed against his palm -encouraging her to continue with a hum. “Oh… you know.” She’d whisper in a daze from his touch. Letting him domineer her presence with his want and need for her.

“Walked around that place more than once with nothing but a pair of heels, and bunny ears on my head.” She’d moan out, head tilting back as she allowed him to mark her. His previous love-bites of ownership fading, and he’s determined to constantly leave them there so everyone around this damned island knows she’s taken for. His girl, his bunny, his playmate. His.

It takes him a minute to register her words; too entranced by her sweet-smelling perfume and smooth skin. Too entranced by her in general and the fact that he scored a fucking playmate! But when, what she said finally locked in his drug and lust infused, fuzzy brain —did his motions stop and his body stiffen. Pulling his head back quickly as his hand groping at her chest wrapped around her neck and squeezed the sides. Forcing her fluttering eyes to shoot open and look into his demeaning stare. His jaw ticked and lips pursed in displeasure. Bingo!

“The fuck, did you just say?” He’d accuse, his grip tightening on her throat. They’re lucky the other party-goers around them are too fucked up and preoccupied by other things. Sarah’s attention now focused on throwing her ass back to the thumping music while Top’ showers her in bills dramatically and Kelce talks up a girl they invited into their area. “You were what? Walking around with -with your pussy out for the whole world to see, huh? Fucking attention-whore.” He’d growl, tightening his grip and watching as her manicured hand came to scratch at his wrist. The playboy necklace against her chest taunting him with her reality before him.

“Yeah…” she’d choke out, her glossed lips twisting in a devious smirk. Her leg coming to wrap around his as she presses herself against him. Free hand coming down to run over the bulge in his khakis between their bodies as she lowers her eyes seductively. “Let some rockstars, and actors lick into my pussy with a crowd watching too.” She’d finalize. Watching as the heat in his eyes built up into an uncontrollable flame of anger, jealousy and lust. She wants to play games, fine —they can play.

Rafe loosens his hand on her throat, pushing her against one of the couches around them. Watching as she bounced on it with her legs open and the skirt of her dress flaring up. Her lace g-string and bottom of her tummy showing as she raised her arms above her head. Relaxing into the cushions with a triumphant smirk playing on her lips and eyes holding his —while she spreads her legs further. Rafe would just give her a daring smirk before he’d grab her by her waist, quickly turning her onto her knees with her upper half over the edge of the couch. Facing the patrons around them who were all in their own universe —well that was until…

Rip!

The sound of her thin dress getting ripped apart from the back as Rage pressed his bulge into her ass. Tearing the fabric from her body with a jagged line all the way up to the top. The flimsy thing falling open quickly and only hanging on by the straps from her arms. Pretty tits and body now on display as Rafe landed a firm smack on her bare ass, ripping her flimsy string of an underwear with no problem. The scene now catching attention from everyone around them as they started paying attention to what’s unfolding in front of them. Men and women alike ogling the model as she mewled and whined from Rafe’s manhandling. His large frame towering over her bent body on the couch —sexy lips twisted in a sultry purse as she looked over at him from her shoulder with pure lust in her eyes.

“Rafe what are you— Shut up.” Rafe would quickly shut up Sarah who was now watching the even unfold —trying to look away but the sight of her best friend looking like a wet dream even got her fantasizing (she won’t admit it yet, that she thinks of her sometimes late at night.) Topper lowering his unnecessary sunglasses as he let out a ‘yo!’ from the sight of his favorite playmate bent over naked in front of him. Kelce’s attention on the girl he was talking to now long gone as he took in the sight as well. Everyone around them watching Rafe dominate his girl with no care in the world except showing who she belonged too.

He’d wrap her hair around his wrist, tugging harshly and forcing her body to arch back and pull up with a harsh gasp falling from her lips. Her naked frame now completely on display for everyone around them —ripping the straps of her dress down her arms and letting it fall to her knees completely on the couch. People’s phones out and circling around them as their substance-induced perceptions readied for the show that was clearly about to start. Rafe’s body filling with immense satisfaction at his brazen display of ownership and the fact that she was allowing it. His little exhibitionist.

“See that, shit? How everyone’s looking at you, you love it huh? Love being a show-off, don’t you?” He’d whisper harshly against her ear, his body slightly bent over to do so —hand tightening his grip on her hair as her neck strained from the movement. Looking at the crowd with furrowed brows, sultry eyes and her lips in a sexy ‘o.’ Her body gleaming under the full moon and stars from the body glitter and oil she rubbed all over herself. Only thing on her body being her ‘Playmate of the Year’ bunny neckless and her cute white, stiletto-mules. Left ankle decorated with a pretty white-gold chain and dangly ‘R’ that Rafe had gotten her. The epitome of a sex goddess and showing off why she’s been ‘POTY’ so many times. Rafe was a lucky man that was forsure.

“Love it, love it so much daddy.” She’d whine sensually, moving her arms to hold onto the head of the couch in front of her; helping hold herself up so she can arch her ass higher against the bulge in his pants. Whining her hips as she left a wet mark against the khaki material. Rafe’s dick throbbing painfully and his mind ready to do something about it. Right here, right now. In front of everyone. Not giving a single fuck how scandalous this might be or how likely it is to end up on social media. She lives for that shit, he knows it. And he’d loved to be the lucky bastard who’s known for banging a playmate with a crowd. Her earlier words replaying in his head.

“Those motherfuckers may have licked into this sweet pussy,” he’d start, slightly moving his hips from her and bringing his free hand to fumble with his button and zipper. Preparing to free his cock as Sarah hauled Topper away from the scene; him complaining that he ‘wants to see the show’ as he keeps tilting his head back to look at the entertainment furthering from his vision from the tugging on his arm. Kelce and his girl watching the scene intently with pure curiosity and excitement.

“But y’know what daddy’s gon’ do right now, princess?” He finally freed his cock from the confinement of his shorts; the appendage painfully hard and leaking precum as he rubbed it up and down her soaking pussy. Prepared to complete his promise on pounding her in front of the crowd, murmurs of anticipation surrounding. The flashes from phones lighting them up as the music lowered slightly from the speakers.

Showtime!

“M’gonna fuck you right here, show everyone of these assholes how this shit right here,” He slipped the tip in slightly, her mouth dropping open in a long drawn whine as his head breached her entrance, “is mine.” The sting satisfying and her favorite feeling in the world. Not thinking anything but thoughts of his dick and needing to feel it spear her and ravage her insides. Her mean man, she loved when he got like this. Satisfied her efforts worked. More than ready to make him proud and show everyone how pretty she is when she gets fucked.

“Fuck —yeah..sloppy little pussy just takin’ me right in. Love this shit, baby.” He’d groan when his hips finally meet her ass, her eyes rolling back into her head as she begins circling her hips and bouncing slightly against him. Men and women alike around her giving soft words of encouragement and pushing her to give a good show. Rafe’s hand gripping the head of the couch right next to hers while the grip in her hair tightened even more. His lips still against her ear as he grinded deeply into her and felt her arousal begin dripping down his balls and wetting the cushion beneath them. Stupid slut, she’ll get what’s coming to her. With an almost evil smirk he stared into one of the cameras in front of them, head next to hers as he whispered in her ear once more…

“Smile for the cameras, little star. And be good for me, hm? Want this shit to get back to Hef.”

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a/n: i need some water. STAT! ugh! if you made it this far without getting embarrassed i hope you enjoy! :)

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hii!! i am starting a blog & i really can't find it in myself to like the big bolky text.. how do you do small text? hope this teaches you well!

hii, I don’t know to explain it but I circled it in the photo!

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hi sweetie!! just a lil reminder that u are loved ₊˚⊹♡ MWAH

ugh ilysm 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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i wish you roses

from the moment you and rafe started dating, he knew you were special. so to prove how special you were, he got you roses every time your old roses would start to droop.

rafe was such a sweet guy to you, and you were forever grateful for him and everything he does for you. he’s smile brightens up every room he walks in and you can feel his presence the moment he walks into a room.

you were sitting at your chair backstage as the stylists got your makeup and hair done. rafe had already texted you that he was on his way.

you and your agent have been going back and forth about you making sure you do good on the runway and straighten out your posture when you walk.

you were heated to say the least.

“i don’t want to end this season on a bad note. i mean, look at me. do you really think i give a damn?” that’s all it took for your agent to stop talking and end the conversation there. you were used to getting your way.

this agent was hard on you, and you already had a great runway walk. luckily you have other agents.

rafe walks back stage and you turn around instantly cause you already know who’s behind you. he smiles at you and you melt away. “your smile could light up a planet, rafe” he chuckles, leaning down to peck your lips not once, but twice.

he’s hiding something behind his back, a smirk on his face as he pulls pink roses from behind his back.

“roses!” you gasp, squealing and standing up to hug him. “thank you rafey, my other ones were staring to die!”

“i pay attention to things that most people ignore, baby” he kissed your cheek and hands you the roses before your stylists sit you back down and continue getting you ready. the new pink roses sit on the vanity so you can take them home after the show.

rafe leaves to go sit in the audience of the runway, he’s always there to watch his girl whether it’s her modeling or doing a pageant.

after your makeup and hair is done, you slip into a button up shirt with just one of the buttons hooked, the middle one – which is covering your tits since you aren’t wearing one for the sake of the show. it’s a white button up, as well as a white skirt.

you watch the other girls in line before you start to walk on the runway, you clap from the back stage as they turn to come back. doing touch ups to your outfit, hair, and makeup quickly before you go on. such as jewelry, lipgloss, and combing through your beautiful hair.

you finally start to walk, people looking you up and down to scan your outfit. you see rafe looking at you in the corner of your eye. you glance over at him and give him a sly wink.

you’ve turned back around now, walking back up the runway and into the backstage. you sit at your vanity and wait for all the girls to finish their walk.

rafe doesn’t stay in the audience, he gets up out of his seat after you walk up and down the runway. you see him appear in the backstage in your parallel vision. “thank you for the roses rafe, you’re very sweet”

“of course baby, i wish you roses.”

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littlelamy · 2 days ago

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husband doctor!rafe PLEASE I need him😞 he’d tell you what a beautiful mama you are and constantly want you naked just to admire you bc he genuinely sees you as a goddess and even though he knows literally everything about pregnancy and babies he’s still in disbelief that your body did that as he looks over at your daughter 🫠

he'd tell you how beautiful you are both in and out of bed. in bed, he'd take his time with you whenever he had you naked and sprawled out on the mattress, covering every inch of your body with soft kisses, whispering how you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

he's definitely in disbelief but not surprised that your body created something as beautiful as your daughter, and he's always looking at the two of you with adoration in his eyes.

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drew's reaction to angel calling him daddy for the first time bUT when he's fucking her? 🎀

warnings: p in v, the rare occasion where drew is mean to angel during sex lol, mention of reader being 19 oops.

it’s on a day where you’d been acting up a little too much. first, you’d been giving drew attitude all day simply because he looked at you wrong. and secondly, later that night when you showed up to drew’s friend celebration you made sure to wear the best push-up bra you owned (that prior, you’d only ever worn for drew) and a skimpy little pink tank top with your shortest mini skirt. drew wasnt sure what to feel, his little 19 year old girlfriend showing up leaving nothing to the imagination. was he embarrassed, jealous, upset, turned on? it was all of those actually.

and the minute you two walked through his front door after getting home, he was questioning you, but god were you turned on; you’d never admit it but sometimes you acted bratty in hopes that he’d get too worked up and be mean to you. “what did you think you were doing?” he threw his keys on the living room couch. “what do you mean?” you played stupid.

“don’t play fucking stupid.” be rubbed his forehead. “just go.” and so you did, you went into his room and got naked, leaving nothing but your bra and panties on. when drew came back to his room he seen you sitting there all cute. “i’m really sorry.” you whispered seductively, pulling drew in by his belt loops. “i’m yours.”

and before you knew it, drew was pounding into you, your legs resting on his shoulders so he could hit that deep spot inside of you. “did you get the attention you wanted?" drew huffed, the way his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes looked down at you so meanly made you want to cum right then and there. "huh? don't hear you." he repeated.

"yes," you whispered, the word strang out along with your small whimpers and moans. drew's hands dug deep into your thighs, desperately trying to get deeper inside of you. drew was rarely mean in bed, but it would be a lie to say that he didn't like when you got all bratty and the only solution was to fuck it out of you. the way you'd always push his button and just keep going despite him making it clear that you're doing too much, it just got him going.

"you're such a slut sometimes." drew said, the sound of his skin slapping yours filled the room. "i love it." drew brought his thumb to your mouth, you sucked on it before he told you flip over. you laid on your stomach, drew continued pounding into you. "fuck. you like that? you like being treated like a slut?"

"yes, daddy." you moaned. you felt drew stop his strokes for a second, you knew what you said had him going crazy. there's been times drew would beg you to call him daddy, in bed or even when it was just you two alone at his place. you weren't a big fan of it, and you weren't sure why he was either, but sometimes you liked to give him what he wanted.

"daddy? gonna let daddy come inside?" drew grabbed a handful of your hair, you arched your back. "yes.” you felt drew's hips buckle and release inside of you. “fuck.” drew fell next to you. you loosed your grip on his sheets.

“who’s your daddy?” drew teased you, groaning into his sheets, still trying to catch his breath. you giggled and threw your hand over drew’s face. “shut up.”

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