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[princessbrunette]

puppy + bunny are chronic humpers . i feel like it gets to a point where jonbee + rafe literally have to tell them off for grinding on their legs in public when they're on their laps 😭

puppy is a bit more obvious with it and straight up humps john b anytime she gets, but bunny thinks she’s being subtle and when she sat on rafe’s leg at the country club she starts slowly circling her hips until he stops his conversation to grab her hips and say “quit.” skdjs

[maiiuelle]

oh my goodness i love your kitty simon fic with rafe SO much!!!! i was wondering where you got the basic line dividers for that ?? thank you!!!!!

OMGG stop it i’m fangirling so hard liona i love u. <3 i just realized i don’t have the dividers linked anywhere, i got them from this post!

[princessbrunette]

would bountyhunter!rafe ever comfort you when you’re crying about missing home?

i feel like he’d be weirded out the first couple times but eventually it’d be normal for you to fall asleep in his arms

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yeah, he acts all reluctant about it but he’s not totally emotionless or anything. there is a weight of guilt on his chest when he sees you all curled up by the window at the shitty little motel the two of you were holed up in. he’d been out to get a bottle of whisky — treating himself after all the strife he’d been putting himself through with this whole bounty hunting thing.

as soon as he arrives back into the room you jump up, like you’re scared of being caught crying. quickly, you paw at your eyes — sniffing up as much snot as you can as you face him nervously, swaying on your feet with wide eyes like you were expecting him to be furious with you. he slows his pace, eyeing you over.

“you were crying?” he asks as if it’s not obvious and you look away, swiping beneath your eye once more.

“jus’ had something in my eye.” you croak, heart pounding with the realisation that lying might just get you in more trouble. “dont be mad.” you utter quietly like a prayer.

“i’m not—” he realises he projected his voice just a tad too loud because you tense up, and he sighs— pushing his floppy hair out of his face. “i’m not mad. i just want to know why. was — was it me? did i say some dumb shit?” he approaches you carefully, holding his hands up when you cower slightly to show he comes in peace.

“no.” you shake your head quickly. the last thing you wanted to do was accuse him of anything, grateful of the fact he’d somewhat treated you fairly despite being the one to steal you from your land. “i… i feel homesick. i miss my father… and i miss the barn, and my sheep, and all my chickens. i miss my horse and the cows. i’m so far from home.” you stare out the window, fat droplets wobbling on the precipice of your eye.

rafe sighs, scratching at his cheek awkwardly — unsure of what he’s supposed to say. after all you were homesick because of him. he wasn’t supposed to like you, nor were you particularly supposed to like him — but there had been moments of comfort you’d found in eachother, oddly enough — and now he had really grown attached to you, debating marrying you to keep you for himself.

“yeah…” he drawls, nodding and staring at the back of you for a moment as he perches on the edge of the bed. “shit, look— c’mere.” he beckons, and you do so. you suppose you’re just being obedient to stay out of trouble, but it was undeniable that you craved his comfort. craved him.

he pulls you to sit on his leg, a hand supporting your back. “suppose i should apologise for all… this. i— i didn’t wanna have to take anyone okay it’s… its just my dad is a very powerful man. my whole life i’ve been second best to my sister and… i wanted to show him that i could do what he does. now i’ve done the job and — and it has these real life consequences and i don’t enjoy that trust me, but… what’s done is done. i’ve got you now. i… will get you a new barn. a better one. with more sheep and cows and shit. alright?”

maybe you were too empathetic, because in that moment for the first time you felt kind of sorry for rafe. he wasn’t as big and scary as he usually was. he actually seemed kind of lonely, and insecure. it wouldn’t undo the hurt he’s caused, the fact that it was very unlikely you’d see your father again — but it brought you some comfort to know you were hurting together. you sniffle, nodding in understanding and he sighs again, pulling you into him. “c’mon. stop that.” he jogs his leg a little, comforting you like you were a baby, the only way he knew how.

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[princessbrunette]

ok on the mandalorian topic..

feeling rich boy bounty hunter rafe with the mask and people don’t know who he is!!! (to protect identity ofc)

if reader got kidnapped she’d not even know it’s rafe!! his voice isn’t familiar (esp muffled by the helmet) so she thinks he’s a rando!!!!!

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i love the idea that you’ve socialised with rafe before, thinking he’s the perfect charming gentleman at all the galas or political events you were forced to attend — only to eventually be thrown over a shoulder and taken back to a holding cell in a ship, something familiar that you can’t put your finger on about the drawl of the masked bounty hunter who took you.

“i can pay you, whoever instructed you to take me i can buy them out. name a price, please! just let me go. i don’t want any trouble!” you shudder, eyes watering as you huddle in your constraints, staring up at the masked hunter.

“yeah, i know you don’t want trouble alright? neither do i…” the hunter shakes his head tiredly setting down all his weapons and equipment that he’d used to kidnap you as the ship hums on autopilot, filling the silence between the two of you. “look i swear i don’t… want trouble either. m’not going to hurt you. understand?”

you furrow your eyebrows, not sure how trusting you should be of the man who threw you over his shoulder and took you away from your home planet. he goes to remove his mask, clicking the side and letting it hiss before placing his hands to lift it and you gasp from habit, hands flying over your eyes. it was forbidden to see a mandalorian without his mask so you thought.

“i’m not a mandalorian kid, open your eyes.” he sounds exasperated and you frown, eyes flickering open to follow the familiar tone. rafe cameron stands before you.

“rafe?” you breathe and he licks his lips, eyes resisting a roll at the fear in your tone as he walks to set his mask down.

“yes— okay, i know. didn’t wanna have to do this shit either trust me but i needed you to hear me out.” he walks over before squatting down infront of you, slowing his movements and lifting his hands to show he comes in peace when you flinch. “we… we can mutually benefit eachother here. just… hear me out.” he gazes at you intensely, wide eyes flickering between your own.

“what is it you want?” you whisper, stiff as a board.

“uh… your hand. in marriage.” he nods, itching his temple. you say nothing, eyes only widening.

“are you joking?”

“yeah okay i get it, big bad rafe cameron, right? you’d never wanna marry me, whatever — look, your planet is about to get fuckin’ invaded. i got people on the inside of this war tellin’ me there are ships armed to the god damn teeth on the way to naboo right now wanting to blow that shit up, so right now i’m your only friend alright. my dad… he— he can get you out of this. but you need me. alright?”

you stare in shock, sick to your stomach as you thought of anyone on your planet getting injured in the name of war — something you didn’t truly support in the first place. you wasn’t sure just how far you’d go to save your people. your eyes well up, and after a moment you speak.

“and what exactly do you get from this, rafe?”

he shrugs, mouth turned downwards as he pushes himself to his feet again to pace and put some distance between you. “the trust of the public. people— people love you, right? you’re the peoples princess, y-you can’t do wrong in their eyes. i’m on thin ice with the council. my image is uh… kind of relying on this. you’re gonna save me.”

you want to yell at him, you want to refuse. but as you tug weakly on the metal cuff keeping you by a chain to the wall, you start to accept that you might not have much choice here.

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[princessbrunette]

i love the idea of puppy stealing boxers so much 😭😭 would she steal worn ones out of the hamper or clean ?? or both perhaps ? as a boy short girl i need some guys to steal boxers from

she would literally wear their crusty used worn boxers and when they ask why she doesn’t just take clean ones from the dresser she starts dancing and says “they’re crunchy!”

[princessbrunette]

i’m sooo the type of person that would think barry would just wanna be friends and would totally try to hang out with him 😭😭

i feel like rafe would have to have a serious talk with bunny after like “no baby he doesn’t wanna just be friends with you”

same n it would take so long to get the message 😭 “maybe i will ask barry if he wants to hang out today😊” and rafes just like ???? no the hell you won’t ????

[princessbrunette]

reminded me of u !!!

quite literally my days off 🎀

[princessbrunette]

i knoooww that john b would be the best at pain comfort like … that lil thing u wrote abt period pains???? he’s ON THAT. he’s got heating pads, pillows, pain meds, and so much water (inserting ice water bc i drink nothing else besides that)

pov sending this in because i’m having a chronic pain flare up 😭💗

you’re so real for only drinking ice water that’s so me ugh !! but yeah he would :( he’s just naturally very …. dare i say fatherly…. with anyone he cares about </3 so he’d be super accommodating !! also i hope u feel better imy !!