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Call me Andy!! @sleepingorshifting on Wattpad, ao3 and c.ai multifandom!!

[sleepingorshifting]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐦𝐞!

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 જ⁀➴ 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘

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❦ '07

❦ @sleepingorshifting on Ao3, wattpad and c.ai

❦ multifandom!! Mains ➺ Outer banks, The maze runner, The hunger games, Harry Potter, Powerless, Fourth wing, Gossip girl, The vampire diaries ➺ requests open!!

❦ music enthusiast!! I literally listen to all sorts of music from Ariana Grande to Kanye West. Current favs are Gracie Abrams and Olivia Rodrigo

❦ Entj, slytherin, candor, cabin 10 (aphrodite), pisces, english-irish

[ppatmaria]

First meeting to how it's going

Pair: Damian Al Ghul-Wayne x Ex-redroom student! reader

Fandom Collab: Marvel/Dc

Synopsis: How Damian first met you to how your relationship is going.

You escaped the redroom when you were only 12 years old. You don't remember how it happened, only that you woke up alone floating in a river

From then on you were alone in this big world you have never been exposed to.

Only knowing violence and killing.

Either kill or be killed. That's what you've lived for 4 months surviving in the metropolis until you were caught— but not by the assassins from the redroom

But some billionaire who also dresses up as a life-sized toy robot. Tony Stark.

For some unknown reason on your part—He adopts you and gives you a name different from the ones they gave you.

___________

This undercover mission was a little different from what the bats are used to.

Batman and his current robin have to enter an auction house by their civilian identities while the others sneak in as their alter egos.

Word has gotten out in the underworld of money that a baby with the blood of a powerful being. This of course reached the ears of red Robin and oracle who immediately let the others know

This mission is riskier than usual as many have come to 'buy' this baby

It is expected that there's someone that will play dirty to get their hands on this child.

With their identities covered by the provided white mask Bruce and Damain enter the auction room. It wasn't a surprise that the auction house was full. it's expected.

Meanwhile, the other bats have already sneaked in the auction house along with Oracle giving maps where they should go.

The auction started with small treasures, then human slavery, building tension before revealing the final product.

"To end the night! I shall present to you what you have all been waiting for!!!" the host dragged on as the light focused on the slowly raising platform revealing a golden basket with a bundle of blankets, inside those blankets occasionally moved revealing a baby at least 6 months old

"This is a child of two powerful metahuman! Guarantee to inherit an EVEN MORE powerful meta!! " The host announced before pausing waiting" Biding starts at 80 Million dollars! "

That started the bidding, Bruce of course determined to rescue this child from the greedy people who have ill-intention for this innocent child.

when the bidding reached a billion only a few kept bidding until there were only two bidders

Bruce Wayne under the white mask with the number of 165

A mysterious girl who looked about Damain's age behind the white mask with the number of 185.

Neither was backing down.

"just how rich is this kid!?" damain heard red hood comment on the comms

Then someone moved and launched a shield with the American flag colors to the stage. The chaos started.

Damain along with his father fought to the people that crashed the auction.

"Robin! Get the child!" Oracle ordered, as Damian escaped the man in a red suit with a spider on his chest

But when he looked he saw the girl that fought batman in the bidding match escaping to the back of the stage with the baby cradle in her hands

Immediately following after her.

________

You held the child close to you while you dodge every obstacle of fallen cages/treasures.

If that man had just backed down earlier this night would have ended quietly but captain America has to interrupt or else if the bidding kept raising higher the civilians would have identified me as Iron man's adopted daughter

The identity of iron man was no secret but the identity of your vigilante is. The public only knows of you as the adopted daughter and nothing else only appearing on galas and as a temporary representative whenever tony doesn't want to go out

You swing your straight hand towards the boy following you, when he dodged you sliced the wood nearby clean.

"Who are you? and why do you want the child?" The boy questioned his voice stern

"You're trained" you commented completely ignoring his questions. Not many can dodge your swings

Damian's frown deepens when he senses bloodlust suddenly surrounding you

Instincts saved him when you kept swinging your hands like they're knives.

The speed and bloodlust is all damian needed to figure out you're a trained assassin but your techniques were unfamiliar to him

That night ended with Damian covered in slashed wounds and empty handed.

The baby was later named Morgan (yes I did that shut up)

That was four years ago...

You squished your face to Damian's face demanding attention. You felt his hand wrap around your waist "yes, beloved?"

You let out a grunt.

Damian only lets a small smile slip before fully looking at you. It sometimes surprises him that the girl that wanted to kill him now always wants his attention and affection.

But he wouldn't change that for the world.

a/n: didn't turn out how I wanted but oh well I'm tired. goodnight :)

[littlelamy]

i wanted to come on here, especially in light of everything going on, and say something that’s been heavy on my heart. even though i’m not able to protest in person, i want to use my voice to say this:

if you’re an immigrant—documented or not—you are welcome here. you FULLY deserve safety, dignity, and peace!

to anyone from palestine, sudan, congo—i’m sorry. i’m sorry for the silence, the inaction, the bystander role we as americans continue to play.

and I as christian woman want to say if you’re queer, trans, questioning—your existence is not up for debate. you belong here! and you are loved!

also any trump supporters or far-right wing people that are okay with what is going, you are not welcome on my blog at all!

[yasministration]

summer lovin' - harry potter

summary: you decide to visit harry over the summer, playing the classic 'girl next door' so harry's uncle lets you in. wc: 0.8k+

Adjusting the purse hanging off your shoulder, you silently prayed at you looked like every other muggle in the neighbourhood. More so, you just hoped that your lying skills could get you past the Dursley’s front door. What could you say, summer had been uneventful so far and you knew for a fact that Harry hadn’t seen anyone’s face other than his insolent family’s. To say the least, your boyfriend could use the company.

Knocking on the door twice, it didn’t take long for it to swing open, a large angry man looking back at you. He held a briefcase and wore professional attire. Clearly, you caught him on his way out of the house. You mustered your best ‘girl-next-door’ smile for Harry’s abusive uncle, finally saying. “Hi! I’m looking for Harry Potter?” Easy enough introduction, right? Wrong. Uncle Vernon’s frown deepened, and you immediately knew he suspected you were a witch. “And who might you be?” He asked. “Oh, I’m y/n, sorry! My family and I just moved in a couple of streets down.” You gestured down the road, hoping that your acting was convincing enough. Alas, Vernon’s stare was unrelenting. “Harry and I met at the park yesterday, and he pointed this house out, said he lived here? I thought having some company could be nice.” Godric, it was really difficult trying to be nice for this man. Time to be pushy. “Can I come in?”

For a moment, you thought the man would send you on your way, but a stern looking lady walked past the door, calling out “Vernon, who’s at the door?” Vernon huffed, and you internally celebrated as he made way for you in the doorway. “First floor, last door to the left.” You didn’t bother thanking the man, speeding up the stranger’s stairs, barely hearing him answer his wife’s question.

You came to an abrupt halt in front of Harry’s door, hands flipping your hair over your shoulder before patting down your shirt to smooth out any wrinkles. You knocked on Harry’s door twice, looking down at your shoes nervously. From inside the room, Harry perked up at the sound of knocking on his door. No one in this household ever knocked. They just tried coming in before realising the door was locked, then banged angrily while yelling at him. But two polite knocks? Never. Curiously, Harry stood up from the bed, watching absentmindedly as Hedwig flew back into her cage. He unlocked the door, running a hand through his hair as he pulled it open.

The second Harry laid his eyes on you, he was convinced his eyes were playing tricks on him. He didn’t believe for a second that you were standing in front of him until your lips pulled into a wide smile. He whispered your name once, as though testing it on his lips. “Hey.” When Harry snapped out of it, his hands were instantly taking yours in his and pulling you into his room. He kicked the door shut, letting his arms snake around your waist whilst yours wrapped around his shoulders. “How, what-?” But Harry cut himself off by bringing you into a well-deserved kiss. You sighed in pleasure, gripping the bottom of his jumper. “How are you here?” He asked, reaching across your body to lock the door behind you.

“Told your uncle I moved down the street. Met you in the park.” Harry laughed, cupping your face in his hand gently. Harry led you towards his bed, and you took in the small room. You greeted Hedwig, but your smile dimmed slightly as your eyes scanned the area. Harry’s suitcase was still packed, open on the floor so he could pull clothes out as he pleased. His textbooks were piled on top of one another, his broom discarded to the side. You cleared your throat to brush the sadness you felt for him away. “I got you some newspapers and quidditch magazines.” You spoke, pulling them out of your purse. Harry’s eyes went wide “How’d you fit those in that?” “I’m a woman of many talents.” You winked at your boyfriend before adding “It’s got some sort of charm on it.” Harry took them from you gratefully, a wide smile on his face as he set them aside on his bed, his hands settling on your waist to pull you onto his lap. He rested his head on your shoulder, pressing a couple of kisses on the exposed skin, softly mumbling “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You replied, turning on his lap to press a soft kiss on his lips. “Nothing like breaking you out in the middle of the night though, right?” Harry laughed, arms tightening around you. “What do you mean? You actually had to cross uncle Vernon, that’s way worse.” You shuffled on his lap so you could comfortable look at him, raising your eyebrows when you saw Harry’s face flush with a pink tint. You didn’t have time to ask what that was about before you felt his raising cock poking you in the thigh. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, but he welcomed the kisses you instantly gave him, turning to straddle him.

“Is it weird if we have sex in front of an owl?”

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[gallyismylittlesilly]

me when theres nothing new on the #gallyxreader tag (I checked it an hour ago)

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Drunk In Love

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pairing: harry potter x female reader

warnings: fluff, mentions of drinking

summary: harry got drunk and when his friend dropped him off to you, he forgot you were his girlfriend

a/n: i thought this was cute, currently watching poa while writing this

song: kiss me - sixpence none the richer

You were lying in bed with your pajamas while reading a book. Downstairs there was a Gryffindor party in the common room, but you had a bit of a headache so you decided staying in your dorm would be better.

Your reading was interrupted when you heard knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" you call as you place the book down and stand up.

"It's Ron... and Harry!"

You go and open the door and smile at two of your favorite people.

"Hello," you smile at them.

Harry's eyes were closed as he leaned on the door frame and Ron was holding him up with on arm.

"Hi, I came to bring Harry. He had too much Firewhisky and then started to shout about how he wanted you, so I figured it was best to bring him here before he embarrasses himself more," he quickly explains.

"Classic Harry, thanks for bringing him Ron," you laugh.

Ron pulls him and places him in your arms. You thank him again, he tells you to come get him if you need anything and he goes back downstairs to the party.

"Hi Harry," you say while brushing some hair off his forehead with your fingers.

"Ah! Don't touch my hair," he says in alarm with slurred words.

"Why not," you frown.

"Only my girlfriend can do that"

"Oh really?" you grin.

"Yep," he hiccups.

You sit him down on the bed and fix his glasses that were falling down his nose, you kiss his forehead and he lets out a shriek.

"My girlfriend is going to kill me," he mumbles in horror and wipes away your kiss with his hand.

"Who is this girlfriend of yours?"

"Y/n," he sighs dreamily falling back onto the bed.

"Wanna tell me about her?"

"She's perfect. She's so sweet too, shes like- like- a rainbow of happiness"

"A rainbow of happiness?" you giggle at his words.

"Mhm, she is like- so pretty that I'm jealous, and everyone loves her. She plays with my hair, and holds my hand everywhere, and I love kissing her. Her mouth is so amazing-" Harry smiles while he thinks of you.

You started to blush at his words and he continued to ramble about the things he loves about you.

"I'm going to marry her one day," he blurts out with red cheeks.

"W-what?"

"Do you think she would marry me? Oh! I need to start planning," he stands up and stumbles to the desk to find paper.

"Woah, woah, you can plan another time, and I'm sure she would be more than happy to marry you," you tell him as you bring him back to the bed.

You go to take his shirt off to change him into his pajamas, but he tugs his shirt back down.

"Don't look!" Harry exclaims, worry clear on his face.

"Fine, if I close my eyes will you change into these clothes?"

"Yes, turn and cover your eyes. No peeking!"

"No peeking, got it," you laugh.

He changes fast and he tells you that you can look again.

"Y/n is the only person who can see me like that. Not a random girl in my room- do you think she'll be mad at me because you're here?"

"Umm- lets just get your teeth and hair brushed"

"Okay," he sighs.

You bring him to the bathroom and hand him his toothbrush and watch him struggle to keep his eyes open.

You brush his hair and when you both finish you two lay on the bed.

His eyes are falling shut as you hand him water to drink. He spills it on himself when he misses his mouth. You laugh and say a spell to dry him and the bed.

"Night, mystery person. Tell y/n I said goodnight and I love her if you see her," he whispers drifting off to sleep.

"Okay, goodnight Harry," you kiss his head.

The next morning you had so much fun teasing him about the previous night.

[littlelamy]

hii, can i request something like Rafe being obsessed with reader's tiny waist? Like he loves how it feels to grab it with both hands and have them there because how it feels, always grabbing her by there.and loving when she put on crop tops and stuff like that😄

the first time rafe notices, really notices, he’s got his hands on your waist, thumbs stroking over the soft dip like he can’t help himself.

he hums low in his throat, pressing himself just a little closer, fingertips spanning the narrow curve, palms locking around you like he was meant to hold you there. “jesus,” he mutters, more to himself than you. “your waist is so fucking tiny.”

heat rushes to your face, to your chest, making your stomach flutter. you roll your eyes but you don’t pull away. “you’ve mentioned that before.”

“have i?” he murmurs, distracted, eyes flicking down as his hands squeeze, firm and possessive. “doesn’t matter. can’t help it.”

he keeps finding reasons to touch you there—always. walking past you in the kitchen? hands on your waist, sliding slow as he passes. pulling you into his lap? fingers digging in, thumbs pressing into your stomach. kissing you breathless? his grip tightening, pulling you flush against him so he can feel the shape of you, the way you fit perfectly in his hands.

and when you wear crop tops? fuck, it drives him insane. he can’t keep his eyes off you, can’t stop the way his fingers twitch at his sides, itching to grab you, to tug you in close and feel the bare skin under his palms.

“you do this shit on purpose,” he accuses, voice rough as he stares, his gaze heavy-lidded and dark. you’re standing in front of the mirror, adjusting your top, and his hands find your waist from behind, pressing his chest against your back. he dips his head to murmur in your ear. “wearing shit like this, knowing what it does to me.”

“what does it do to you?” you ask, innocent, teasing.

he exhales sharply, fingers tightening. “makes me wanna put my hands here,” he murmurs, thumbs stroking over your skin, “and never fucking let go.”

his breath is warm against your neck, his grip unrelenting as he tugs you even closer. “makes me wanna hold you like this all the time,” he continues, voice gravelly, “pin you against something, press my fingers in deep and see just how small you feel under me.”

his words send a shiver down your spine, your breath catching as he dips his head lower, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just below your ear. “rafe—”

“nah,” he interrupts, shaking his head slightly. “you wear these little tops, let everyone see how perfect you are, but they don’t get to touch. only me.” his fingers dig in a little, possessive. “only i get to do this.”

he spins you around then, tilting your chin up so you meet his gaze, his blue eyes dark and burning with something dangerous, something obsessive. “say it,” he murmurs.

“only you,” you whisper, breathless.

his lips curl into a satisfied smirk, his hands never leaving your waist. “damn right.”

lamy's notes: i hope you liked it!

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[polkaglock]

taking care of 𓂃 rafe cameron while he’s spiraling

⟳⠀ a little inebriated rafe ⟳⠀after an argument with ward

⊹ you blinked into the open space of your room, slowly collecting your coherence as you listened to the voice over the phone. it took a second to realize you were hearing rafe mumbling, not sounding like himself. you quickly jolted up in bed at his quiet, but frantic words.

“i just don’t get why everything i do goes unnoticed.. unappreciated. i saved him. she didn’t do anything but run off and betray us. i got the cross. i killed that sheriff for him. me, rafe.. i don’t understand what happened with us..”

it broke your heart to hear his voice crack. you nursed your phone against your cheek, letting him get everything out. where was he? did his words sound partially slurred or was that your still half asleep mind? but you were so glad he called you in a moment this vulnerable. after months of being with rafe, he had a habit of keeping his feelings in and not letting you into his mind. despite this, you constantly told him you were always there if he needed an outlet.

you heard a dry chuckle across the line. “he even tried to blame you. my precious girl.. does he know how much i didn’t know i needed you? he can’t even begin to understand the love we share. he doesn’t have someone to take care of him like you do with me. he crossed the line when he mentioned you.. i just lost it..”

you placed a hand over your mouth, letting his words and current state settle in. you couldn’t let yourself get focused on ward’s thoughts of you. you knew he wasn’t a good man. you knew he didn’t deserve rafe’s respect. after months of knowing this, and knowing the fights he and rafe got into, never was it like this. this truly was breaking you.

you softly sniffled, not realizing you were getting worked up. “it’s okay, baby. it’s okay to let out that frustration. i’m so proud of you for letting yourself feel it. i’m even prouder you called me. that’s so good, rafe.”

you heard him breathing over the line, not speaking for a second. you took this opportunity to find out his whereabouts.

“um.. do you know where you are right now? can you see any signs?” you got up, walking to your closet to throw on a jacket and slip on a pair of shoes, waiting for him to answer.

it was another second of silence before he responded quietly, prompting you to listen closer. “i needed to hear your voice. i know you told me you’d be an outlet, but i didn’t think i’d have to use that outlet, but i needed it..”

you paused after grabbing your keys, listening intently, clinging on to his every word.

“..i needed to hear you. that makes everything better. i can’t see you right now, and i can’t let you see me, but i needed to feel you somehow.”

you slightly panicked at rafe telling you, you couldn’t see him. “rafe, i already see you even if i physically can’t. but i would really like to see you. do you think you could tell me where you are, handsome?” you didn’t let your voice portray your desperation too much. you didn’t want to let him know he was worrying you. then, he really wouldn’t let you go near him. not if he knew he was making you scared.

you could hear chatter grow louder around him as he answered. “i..” he pushed out a heavy sigh. “..i’m not disappointing you, am i? because i.. i won’t tell you if you’re disappointed in me right now. i’ll fix it.. i’ll fix myself and give you time to think.. i can’t have you upset with me..” he voice broke off softly at the end.

you were out of your room and outside, heading towards your car as he finished his sentence. “rafe, i think it’s impossible for me to feel anything diminishing about you. that feeling doesn’t exist inside of me. there is nothing, rafe, you could do or say that would make me view you differently from the caring and gentle hearted man you are.”

you were pressing on the gas, making your way toward where you knew rafe was without him having to say it.

this time it was him that sniffled, and you couldn’t grip the wheel tighter at the sound. he affirmed your thought of his location after a beat of still silence from his side.

“this might be impossible for rafe cameron, but can you please stay still?” you softly chuckled, attempting to lighten the tone, panic easing from you now that you were making your towards him.

“yeah, i’ll try” was his muttered response.

you were pulling up to the restaurant a few minutes later, rushing out of your car and looking around for rafe.

it wasn’t long before you spotted him outside at a high rise table, his head hanging slighty over his arms that were pressed atop of the table. standing tall, and standing oddly still. doubt didn’t dawn on you that rafe would listen, but him literally holding himself still was something you weren’t expecting. you softly shook your head, walking up to him.

he saw you from his peripheral, but sensed you before he actually knew you were approaching. turning his head, his expression couldn’t seem to turn softer and his posture more relaxed.

his face started to crumble, and you quickly reached around him to pull him into a hug, tugging his head down to rest on your shoulder.

you couldn’t feel the clawing and gripping of his hands as he tried to hold you inhumanly closer. only relief that he was in your arms now, and not afar over the phone.

“i’m sorry..” he softly uttered into your top. “..i’m sorry you have to see me like this.. but it’s messed up that i don’t care. i needed to feel you, to touch you, even if it meant you seeing me this way..”

you dug your face into his side, willing your eyes to not produce the tears you felt coming on.

“i can’t.. i won’t let go. you’re gonna leave if i let go, and you can’t leave me. you can’t..”

he spoke so softly you knew it was a thought that he didn’t mean to say out loud.

you reared back, pulling up his head to face you. the sorrow in his eyes felt like the last tug at your heart to finally pull it from its strings.

“i’m never letting go, so you can’t.”

rafe’s arms came down, his hands both cupping over one of your hands. you took it as the sign rafe was ready to leave. was ready to only be near you.

you turned, walking back towards your car, feeling his hands tighten. you went to open the passenger side for rafe when he pulled you back, halting you.

you turned towards him to ask what was wrong when he pulled the back door open instead. he nodded his head into the opening, gesturing for you to climb in first. you did so, not once letting his hands slip from your one. rafe was right behind you, closing the door behind him.

you laid your legs out, letting him settle between them and rest himself against you. he was holding you up to your promise of never letting him go.

you wrapped your arms around him, listening to his breathing. he had done so much talking, it was time for you to return it.

“you’re perfect to me. for me. if no one else can see your worth, they’re not worth your time, rafe. there’s nothing for you to be sorry for. i am so, so glad you called me. it doesn’t hurt seeing you like this as much as it would hurt to know you were going through this alone. there’s nowhere i would rather be than right here with you.”

rafe settled closer into you, always needing to be so close to you it seemed as if you shared the same skin.

“i don’t need anyone but you. i only need you seeing me and really knowing me.. can you just hold me for right now? please.”

as if you would ever deny him. “of course. whatever you need.”

it was a second before you heard him mutter something, not aware he was responding to what you said.

“just you.”

ϧ𝑒ׅ ࣪

[calypso-rt]

HONEYMOON

with Rafe Cameron

-> Rafe x F!Reader

📍 Amalfi Coast, Italy 🇮🇹

You knew honeymooning with Rafe Cameron would be an experience.

But as you step onto the sun drenched terrace of your private villa overlooking the endless stretch of the Mediterranean, waves crashing gently against the cliffs below, you realize nothing could have prepared you for this.

It’s breathtaking. The kind of view that belongs in a postcard, all golden light and soft ocean breeze, the scent of lemon trees lingering in the air.

And then there’s Rafe, grinning like he planned this entire thing himself (he didn’t), hands in his pockets, watching you expectantly.

“Well?” he prompts, shifting closer, voice dipping into something softer. “Worth marrying me for?”

You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you. “Jury’s still out.”

Rafe hums, unconvinced. “Mm. Guess I’ll have to spend the next week proving you made the right choice.”

Before you can fire back, his arms loop around your waist, pulling you into him with that effortless ease, the kind that still makes your breath catch, even after everything. His lips find your temple, lingering just long enough to send warmth spreading through your chest.

And suddenly, you don’t care about the luggage still sitting by the door. Or the very long flight it took to get here.

Because Rafe is here. And he’s yours.

And if the next week looks anything like this?

You’re definitely in trouble.

☀️ Lazy Tanning on the Coast

The afternoon sun is warm against your skin, a lazy breeze rolling in from the water as you stretch out on the lounge chair. The sound of waves crashing against the cliffs below is almost hypnotic, so much so that you don’t even notice Rafe shifting closer until you feel his fingers graze your wrist. “You’re not even trying to tan,” he murmurs, lips curving into a smirk. You peek at him over your sunglasses. “Maybe because I don’t need to turn into a lobster like you.” Rafe scoffs, dramatically offended. “Lobster? Baby, I’m gonna be golden.” “You’re gonna be burnt." He ignores that, reaching over to steal your drink without asking, sipping lazily before setting it back down, closer to his side of the table. You huff, but before you can snatch it back, he shifts onto his side, propping his head up with one hand as he studies you. “What?” you ask, suspicious. His expression softens, a slow grin tugging at his lips. “You just look good. Happy.” The words settle warm in your chest, and for once, you don’t have a teasing remark ready. Instead, you reach out, threading your fingers through his where they rest between you. “I am,” you admit. And with him under the golden Italian sun, you really are.

🏍 Him absolutely renting a Vespa just to “impress you”

“You’re going to kill us.” Rafe scoffs, revving the Vespa like it’s a full blown motorcycle. “Baby, have a little faith.” You tighten your grip around his waist, already regretting this. “Last time you drove something this small, you ran over Topper’s foot.” “Okay, first of all, that was his fault for standing too close. Second, this is different. I’ve got it under control.” Famous last words. The Vespa wobbles as he takes off, and you let out an actual scream, clinging to him for dear life. Rafe just laughs, one hand way too casually gripping the handlebar. “Relax,” he says over the wind, sounding downright smug. “You’re in good hands.” You peek over his shoulder, past the stunning coastline, the rows of pastel-colored buildings, the winding cobblestone streets you’re probably about to crash into, and sigh. “Just try not to get us banned from Italy, okay?” Rafe chuckles, his free hand reaching down to squeeze yours where it rests against his stomach. “No promises, Mrs. Cameron.” And despite yourself, despite the very real possibility of disaster, you can’t help but smile.

🍝 Romantic candelit dinners where you can't keep your eyes off of him

The restaurant is tucked into the cliffs, candlelight flickering against white linen tablecloths, the sound of waves crashing below blending seamlessly with the soft hum of conversation. It’s the kind of place straight out of a dream: warm, intimate, effortlessly romantic. And yet, the only thing you can focus on is Rafe. He sits across from you, sleeves rolled up, tanned skin golden in the glow of the candles. There’s a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you, fingers idly tracing the rim of his wine glass. “You’re staring,” he murmurs. You roll your eyes, spearing a piece of pasta with your fork. “You’re imagining things.” Rafe leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Mmm. Don’t think so.” His voice dips, teasing but quiet, like it’s meant just for you. “Starting to think you like me, sweetheart.” You hum, pretending to consider. “Well, I did marry you. So, I guess you’re not totally awful.” His smirk deepens, but instead of responding, he reaches across the table, fingers grazing your wrist before curling around your hand completely. The warmth of his touch sends a flutter through your chest, one you pretend not to feel as he rubs slow, lazy circles against your skin. For once, there’s no bickering. No teasing. Just him. Just this. And as the night stretches on, wine glasses emptied, dessert shared, his foot nudging yours under the table, you realize something for the millionth time. You don’t just like Rafe Cameron. You love him.

🌊 A boat ride that ends with both of you in the water.

The sun is high, the water impossibly blue as the boat drifts lazily along the coast. It’s quiet except for the occasional hum of the engine and the rhythmic lapping of waves against the hull. Rafe stands at the bow, arms outstretched like he owns the ocean, wind ruffling his sun-bleached hair. “See? Told you renting a boat was a genius idea.” You lean back against the railing, sipping your drink. “Mmm. I’ll be impressed when you actually do something.” He turns, raising a brow. “Is that a challenge?” You smirk. “More like a fact.” And then, before you can react, Rafe strides toward you, that dangerous glint in his eye as he sets your drink to the side. “Rafe—” Too late. His arms wrap around you, warm and solid, and in one swift motion, he dives off the side, taking you with him. The water is a shock, cool against your sun-kissed skin, bubbles rushing around you as you resurface with a gasp. “Rafe!” you splutter, shoving wet hair from your face. He’s already floating beside you, grinning so smugly you could throttle him. “You said I should do something.” “You’re impossible!” You flick water at him, but he just laughs, swimming closer. Then, his hands find your waist beneath the waves, tugging you against him effortlessly. His voice drops, lower, softer. “But you love me anyway.” You roll your eyes, but your arms loop around his neck, your legs tangling with his in the water. “Unfortunately.” He grins before closing the space between you, his lips warm despite the cool water, the sea carrying you both in lazy circles. And maybe his boat idea was kind of genius.

🛏 Mornings spent tangled in crisp white sheets, sunlight spilling through open windows, his lazy grin the first thing you see.

Morning comes slow, golden light spilling through the open windows, the soft rustle of the ocean breeze slipping through sheer white curtains. The sheets are a tangled mess, warm, wrinkled, wrapped around your legs and twisted somewhere between you and Rafe. You blink sleepily, stretching against the pillows, only to be met with the sight of him. Rafe lies beside you, arm thrown lazily over your waist, his bare chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. His hair is a mess, sun-kissed strands falling over his forehead, and when he stirs, just barely, his lips curve into a lazy, lopsided grin. “Morning, Mrs. Cameron,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. Your heart does that stupid fluttering thing, but you roll your eyes anyway, fingers tracing absentmindedly along his jaw. “You just like saying that.” He hums, eyes still half-closed as he tugs you closer, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your bare shoulder. “Obviously.” You sigh, letting yourself melt into him, into the warmth of his skin, the steady press of his heartbeat against yours. Neither of you rush to move. There’s nowhere to be, nothing to do but exist here in this perfect little pocket of time where the world is quiet and love feels as easy as breathing. And as Rafe buries his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something about five more minutes, you know, without a doubt, you wouldn’t trade this for anything.

A/N: Inspo struck guys I'm on a roll

[maybanksangel]

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.”

[sleepingorshifting]

Introducing... espressomartini!reader

espressomartini!reader whos got money to spare. Her parents come from money and her husband (Coriolanus) has made his own worth

espressomartini!reader who's waiting for Coriolanus after a full day of work with a face of sultry makeup and a outfit that could show in vogue

espressomartini!reader whos obsessed with lip liner, smokey eyeshadow and great mascara

espressomartini!reader whos a leather bag and fur coat kinda girl

espressomartini!reader who says she doesn't want kids but as soon as she gets some, is completely in love

espressomartini!reader whos always rolling her eyes

espressomartini!reader who used to party for days.... but now that shes married to the president, she spends her night otherwise

espressomartini!reader who may act like an only child but actually grew up with 3 siblings (2 younger sisters, 1 younger brother)

espressomartini!reader who loves going to events with Coriolanus just to show off her new outfits

espressomartini!reader whos always wearing sunglasses, even if it isn't sunny outside

espressomartini!reader whos soooooo extra but Coriolanus loves her for it

[sleepingorshifting]

Introducing... district1!reader

district1!reader whos the fastest person the hunger games have ever seen

district1!reader who grew up as a part of one of the richest families in district one, yet could still never compare to the captiol

district1!reader whos been training for the hunger games her entire life

district1!reader who judges the other tributes hard

district1!reader who dreamt of a lavish capitol life

district1!reader who would hate to be associated with any of the 'lower' districts

district1!reader who only respects district 2 as they're really her only competition

district1!reader who hated the idea of having to be in the career alliance with distrct 4 because of the rumour that they all smelt like fish

district1!reader whos parents are head of perfume production in district 1

district1!reader whos described as a bitch by many, yet admired by all

district1!reader who had many many thoughts of ditching the career alliance but never went through with any of her thoughts

[polkaglock]

rafe cameron 𓂃 has a biting problem

⟳⠀ rafe using you as a teething toy

୧ ׅ ࣪ ⊹ ۫ . ♡ ⊹ ۫ .

rafe slammed the phone on the counter, his head coming down onto your shoulder. he huffed out a sigh.

“another one?” you asked. rafe had been on and off the phone with clients, each one annoying him even more.

without responding, you felt a sharp pain in your upper arm. you winced slightly, holding in a yelp. you knew it was coming. whenever rafe was stressed, he liked to use you as almost his teething toy. after the first few times, you thought it was a thing he was into, but then he started doing it randomly or when he seemed upset.

he licked over the bite, resting his head back atop of your shoulder. “yeah” he murmured.

he spun you around, pressing your back into the counter behind you. “’m sorry..” he warned. you knew what he was telling you. he stepped up to you, rubbing his hands over the fading marks on your arms. you even changed into a short sleeve after hearing the first couple of calls. you wanted to give him easier access.

“it’s okay..” you whispered, not wanting to startle him while he was in this mindset. you didn’t want his mind to wander off before he could let his stress out.

rafe squeezed a hand around your arm. “so soft..” he murmured to himself.

he picked you up, setting you on the counter. resting his head on your lap, he started off with soft pecks to your inner thigh. you stared absentmindedly once he started tugging at your skin with his teeth, not really fully biting.

“was that the last call? i don’t like how upset you sounded” you kept his mind on the issue before steering into something else.

“i don’t know, i don’t care. turned my phone off. just need you right now” he grazed his bottom row over your thigh.

after placing a few more marks, rafe stood to his full height, glancing down at your legs.

“why do you let me do this?” he spoke softly.

you stood from the counter, stepping back up to him. you peered up into his solem eyes. “because you need it”

rafe leaned down to press his head into the side of your neck. you wrapped your arms around his head, letting him place a couple of bites into your skin.

“you’re so pliant for me.. i like that you let me do whatever i want with your body” he murmured between a bite.

“of course. it’s yours” you softly spoke back.

rafe went to the other side of your neck, giving it the same attention.

you cleared your throat. “do you want to watch something? or go outside?” you wanted to clear the fog in his head that was making him upset. because rafe didn’t get angry when he was like this. just annoyed with people testing his patience. you were the only one that never pushed him.

he lifted his head from your neck, looking down at you, and nodded his head silently.

“yeah? okay, let’s go..” you paused your sentence, seeing rafe shake his head.

“no.. gotta take care of you..” he grabbed you, steering you toward the bathroom to rub cream on your bites. sure, rafe would hurt you a little. but he never forgot about aftercare.

𝜗℘　゜・

[totalswag]

I have a request... maybe reader is popular on tiktok and she does that thing on tiktok "raw next question" jokingly but he sees the video and responds

raw next question? ⎯ RAFE CAMERON

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summary you jokingly leave a comment underneath rafe cameron's tiktok thinking nothing of it because of the trend going around. the following day he responds back with interest.

warning(s) little bit of cursing, mentions of drinking.

Several people have used the term "raw next question" on tiktok to describe their celebrity crushes, influencers, or people they find attractive in general. You even got them.

On an ordinary Friday, you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your for you page while the television played. You just came across Rafe Cameron's tiktok video where he posted slides of himself. 

Rafe Cameron is a popular guy on the app who every girl fantasizes about. He became popular after posting a tiktok of himself. A few months ago, he followed you on tiktok and instagram⎯you followed back on both.

You won't lie, he's an attractive guy⎯he knows he is. Neither of you have commented under each other's post before⎯you thought why not comment and see what happens.

"Should I do it?" You casually ask yourself as if you were in deep thought, "fuck it."

yourusername: raw next question?

⇾ fan2: umm ariana what are you doing here???

⇾ fan5: this is so unexpected but HELL YEAH

⇾ fan3: not her being BOLD 😭

After leaving your comment on Rafe's tiktok, you placed your phone down and resumed watching your movie. You felt your phone vibrate as supporters responded and making edits of Rafe and you. 

You honestly hoped on the trend but knew what would come from it after submitting the comment. Supporters know you will shoot your shot without thinking⎯you only live once.

The next day, you had two best friends over, Evelyn and Zoie. Three of you are having a girls' night that includes making dinner, drinking, playing games, baking, and watching movies. 

Evelny and you were gathering the ingredients for the cookies when Zoie let out a loud gasp while holding her phone, causing you two to look up, anxious. 

"What happened?" Evelyn and you speak in unison, setting everything down and walking over⎯looking over on both Zoie's shoulders.

"Rafe Cameron responded to your comment, Y/N," and all mouths dropped to the floor.

You freeze, your stomach doing a little somersault. “What?!”

You sigh and take Zoie's phone, saying, "Let me see."

There he is, sitting casually in a chair, the lighting soft and golden, his blonde hair slightly tousled. He’s rocking back and forth, staring off into the distance like he’s deep in thought. Then, slowly, he glances down at his phone.

The frown on his face shifts—subtly at first, then into a sly smirk. He leans forward, looking directly at the camera. “Uh-huh,” he says, his voice low and teasing.

"Y/N, you better say something because he's definitely interested," she replies. "I gotta agree with Zoie on this one," Evelyn adds, folding her arms and nodding to Zoie in agreement. 

"Let me check my phone first to see if he's messaged me," you say with a hint of eagerness and excitement, "plus I mainly commented to join the trend..." you trail off.

"Yeah sure" Zoie sarcastically remarks, leaning forward, shaking her head side to side.

instagram: rafecameron sent you a message

rafe cameron: hey! bold move, I think we should talk. 

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[iiluvtaylorrussell]

Crybaby ⋆౨ৎ ·

Rafe x spoiled!reader

Rafe Cameron knew exactly how to handle his girl and thank God he did because she was a lot. High-maintenance? Sure. A bit dramatic? Definitely. But no one else got to see the softer side of her, the part that turned into a teary mess when things didnt go her way. And honestly? He ate it up.

Tonight was no exception.

“You’re kidding me she huffed, standing by the stores shiny pink glass display, staring at the empty pedestal where her bag had been earlier in the week. They sold it?” Her bottom lip quivered dangerously.

Rafe leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed, already sensing where this was going. “Looks like it”he said, though he wasnt particularly concerned.

Her glossy eyes flicked up to him, hurt flashing across her face. “But I realllyyy wanted that bag, Rafe, she said, voice cracking just a little. You said I could have it”.

Oh, here it comes.The tears.

Hey, hey, comere he muttered, pulling her away from the counter before anyone else could see her tantrum . His hands softly cupped her cheeks as he wiped a tear with his thumb. “Dont cry princess I’ll get it for you”.

“You can’t “she sniffled, the words catching in her throat. “They said it’s sold out everywhere”.

Rafe tilted her chin up, his blue eyes steady. Since when do I let stuff like that stop me from getting my princess what she wants”.

She blinked at him, lips still trembling. “ You can’t just-“

“ I can” he cut her off smoothly. “And I will”. You know I hate seeing you upset. He kissed her cheek gently. “I’ll call whoever I need to call. Trust me, alright?”

She sniffled again, leaning into his chest.”I hate being a crybaby”, she mumbled against his chest.

Rafes lips twitched into a smirk.“Nah, I love it”.

Her head shot up, eyes wide. “You do not.”

“I do” he grinned. “Means I get to take care of you baby. And I love doing that”

She pouted, still stubborn despite his reassurances. “But what if you can’t fix it this time?”

Rafe let out a soft laugh, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Princess, there’s nothing I cant fix when it comes to you”. “Now lets get out of here, yeah? I’ll have that bag in your hands by tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Later that night, she curled up on his couch with her head resting on his shoulder, she toyed with the handle of the pink Dior bag resting on her lap It was everything she wanted, pristine and perfect.

“ I can’t believe you actually pulled this off,” she said softly, running her fingers over the luxurious material.

Rafe smirked, brushing his lips against her temple. “Told you I would. No one tells me no when it comes to you.”

Her heart warmed as she gazed up at him, voice softer now. “You really love me, huh?”

“You know I do” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles on her thigh. “Crybaby and all.”

[drewswife]

warnings — fluff, baby talk, Rafe being suggestive, Y/N has curly hair

summary — y/n wants a baby and Rafe couldn't be more than willing to give it to her

The steam from the shower curled around Y/n like a mischievous spirit, mirroring the playful twists and turns of her own curly hair. She sighed, a contented sound that echoed through the small bathroom. Rafe, her husband, was probably downstairs, his laughter mingling with the clatter of dishes. A familiar warmth spread through her, a longing that had been simmering for months.

She reached for the leave-in conditioner, the bottle cool against her skin. "Rafe, come here!" she called out, her voice a lilting melody that bounced off the tiled walls.

He appeared in the doorway, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "You need help?" he asked

"Nope," she said, shaking her head, "just wanted you to admire my masterpiece."

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on the way her curls cascaded down her back. "Masterpiece it is," he agreed, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

"You know," she began, twisting a strand of hair around her finger, "I've been thinking..."

He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. "Thinking about what, baby?" he murmured

"About babies," she blurted out, her cheeks flushing.

Rafe's smile widened, his eyes twinkling. "Babies, huh? You thinkin' about making some babies with me?"

She giggled, the sound light and airy. "Maybe," she teased, "but only if you promise to help me with the hair routine."

He stepped closer, his hand brushing against her arm. "Anything for you, my love. Anything at all." His eyes held a playful glint, a promise unspoken yet clear.

A/n: lowkey wanna make another part of her giving birth lmk if u want!!

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[lynnieverse]

dangerously yours // part 2

rafe cameron x baddie kook!reader

smau

warnings: language

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