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hi besties in my phone. i hope today is so so good to you. i hope something special happens to remind you that it’s not always bad. ily.

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the father and the holy ghost

all I need is the son

i might... be losing it

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jeremy at the bear cast dinner

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I'm sorry if someone made you feel like you're difficult to love.

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when i die in a game for the umpteenth time and the game suggests i switch to an easier mode

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like/reblog

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my parents

excuse me as I cry

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ok but i like this dynamic so far 😋😋😋 more or another smau? 👀

+18 -> sexting; swearing

What Academic!Scholar reader sends CollegeHockey!Rafe right before he has to put his phone in his locker and step on the ice just to drive him insane.

Your Name: Score tonight. Nail the presentation tomorrow. I want an A Rafe. Then maybe I’ll let you talk me through everything you told me you wanted to do to me at 2 a.m. last night… while my mouth’s too full to answer.

Rafe: Jesus fucking Christ.

Rafe: Why the hell would you say that right now? Are you kidding me

Rafe: Already scored. I’m getting the fucking A for you okay? Pulling you into that closet again.

Rafe: you’re not getting out of my bed all night

Your Name: Good boy

Rafe: keep talking princess you’re just giving me more ammo to tease the living fuck out of you you know I like making you cry.

Your Name: Same

Rafe: you’re incredible

Your Name: An A rafe

Your Name: it’s important

Rafe: And i said you’re gettin it

Rafe: bring that outfit.

-pause-

Rafe: well shit baby I just scored another goal what does that get me?

Your Name: I’ll have to think about it

Rafe: a good night kiss.

Your Name: tomorrow?

Rafe: tonight. Be serious.

Your Name: it’s never just a kiss with you Cameron

Your Name: I’m studying.

Rafe: Who said you have to stop. I’ll be busy.

Rafe: between your thighs right where I belong. Sounds nice yeah?

-pause-

Rafe: ???

Rafe: you ignoring me now?

Your Name: Hurry.

Rafe: That’s my girl

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oh wow 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️ the nation is grateful for your service

I GOT ONE I GOT ONE okay

chichi throwing a bit of a tantrum when rafe says no to something she wanted (or had planned) to do so he gets........ stern 😜

you had every single thing planned for two weeks exactly. a cute little outfit picked out and steamed, even four different facial, lash, and nail appointments booked. it was supposed to be a girls' night with drinks that came with tiny umbrellas and a theme—barbie dreams—courtesy of you.

but at that moment—your heels by the door, nails freshly done in bubblegum pink, and hair curled just right—the fucker said no. no like it was nothing. no like he didn’t just ruined your entire mood for the night.

“what do you mean no?” you’d gasped, spinning on him in the doorway of the bedroom.

he didn’t even look up from where he was tying his shoes. “i said no.”

you stood there with your mouth open, hands planted on your hips. “but i told you! i told you it was planned and that the girls wanted to go and that we were all wearing matching skirts!”

he finally looked up then, brows lifting as his gaze dragged down your body. “yeah..you also said that place has a line around the block of drunk assholes, and you’d be in heels you can’t run in, with girls who lose their phones every time they get tipsy.”

“so? we’ll be fine.”

“you’re not going.”

your mouth opened, then shut, then opened again. a tiny sound of protest escaped your throat—somewhere between a whine and a gasp. “you’re being mean,” you said, stomping one foot for emphasis.

he stood up towering, looking way too calm while you felt like a soda bottle about to shake open. “i’m being careful.”

“you’re being controlling.”

he arched a brow, “you say that like it’s a new development.”

you gasped, offended. “rafe!”

he walked toward you, and you backed up a step, fussy thoughts filling your mind. you crossed your arms under your chest, stuck your chin out. “i’m going anyway.”

“you’re not.”

you stared him down, and he while just smiled. the way he always did when you were one tantrum away from getting what you really wanted. “what’re you gonna do if i leave?” you asked, voice higher now. his smile instantly dropped.

“i’ll take you over my knee and remind you what happens when you act like a fucking brat,” he said, voice so calm it made your thighs clench, trying to stop the arousal from leaking out of you.

finally ready to make a move, you turn and try to bolt, but he caught you around the waist before you even hit the hallway, dragging you back with a loud, obscene grunt. “no! rafe! let go!”

“you really wanna throw a tantrum in this top?” he asked, spinning you around and hauling you toward the bed. “all these little bows and sparkles and you acting like a spoiled fuckin’ doll.”

“i am a doll!”

“a bratty one,” he muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed and yanking you across his lap in one swift motion. “and what do we do with brats?”

your legs kicked behind you. “this is not how adults solve things, rafe!”

he smacked your ass harshly making you yelp. “oh my gosh—!”

“quiet,” he said, adjusting your skirt up over your hips. “you wanted to act out, now take the consequence.”

you buried your face in your arms, breath catching. your panties were sheer and pink with tiny hearts, and he hummed the exact moment he saw them. “mmm matching set,” he murmured. “so you did plan this.”

you whined into your elbow. “i didn’t plan for this.”

he rubbed a hand over your ass, firmly, then spanked you again, the sound echoing in the room. “rafe…”

“what, baby?” he asked, dragging a finger along the curve of your thigh. “you wanna be a good girl now?”

“you didn’t even ask if you could spank me!”

he laughed. “you didn’t ask if you could stomp around like a tantrum-throwing princess.”

“i am a princess.”

he smacked you again, lower this time, and your legs twitched at the sensation. “yes,” he said. “you are! m. i. n. e. and mine doesn’t storm off into a packed club without me.”

“you’re so dramatic,” you mumbled.

“you’re the one kicking your feet on my lap.”

“well if you weren’t being such a meanie—”

another smack, followed by a squeeze, and then his voice in your ear. “you still wanna go out?” you wiggled your hips, heat blooming between your legs.

“…no.”

“good girl.”

you huffed. “you’re gonna have to make it up to me.”

he flipped you onto your back, his hands bracketing your thighs. “oh, i’m gonna ruin you.” you smiled up at him, pulling your skirt up skirt, showing your damp panties. “deal.”

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[nemesyaaa]

Most people don't actually want to know what's under the surface—they just want to feel special. They want to be the one I take the mask off for. Not out of care, but out of ego. Because being my exception validates something in them.

But let's be real: you wouldn't survive what's under the mask. You're not built for it.

You want vulnerability until it's ugly. Until it's cold, distant, blunt, or numb. Then suddenly I'm "too much" or "not enough."

So no, I'm not taking it off for you. Not because I'm guarded, but because I've learned most people don't actually want the truth. They want a version of me that makes them feel needed, heroic, or chosen. And I'm not here to feed your savior complex.

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“That’s my girl,” he whispered, letting her rest against him, her breathing evening out as she drifted toward sleep, still impaled on him. “Sleep tight, mama.”

ahhhhh just came to read a little again but damn, i love this sm 😋😋 I'm glad that you continue to write

POSTPARTUM OVULATION ♡ Rafe Cameron!

content WARNING: Rafe Cameron × Bunny!Reader marriage, mentions of breastfeeding, postpartum ovulation, pain, cock warming, sexual content, +18 MDNI.

based on this request HERE!

Ovulation made her body a battleground of hormones, and the pain this time was excruciating—a sharp pinch deep in her pelvis, radiating through her lower abdomen like a cruel twist. Between the exhaustion of breastfeeding and the endless days caring for their four-month-old, the pain was her enemy, sapping what little energy she had left.

Rafe noticed immediately when he stepped in, his sharp eyes catching the tension in her shoulders, the way her lips pressed into a thin line. He’d been working late, but his concern overriding everything else.

“Let me take her,” he said softly, his voice a low rumble as he reached for Marie Thérèse.

She hesitated, her arms trembling, but she nodded, too tired to argue. Rafe lifted the baby with practised care, cradling her against his chest as he murmured a quiet lullaby, carrying her to her crib. The room fell silent as he tucked her in, her small breaths evening out, and he returned to find his wife gone from the nursery.

He found her in their bedroom, sprawled on the floor in a starfish position, her silk nightgown hiked up to her thighs, her head tilted back as she stared at the ceiling Her face was etched with discomfort, a soft groan escaping her lips.

“I can feel this horrible pinch,” she muttered, her voice laced with frustration, her hands pressing uselessly against her lower belly. “It’s so annoying.”

Rafe’s heart clenched at the sight, and he moved quickly, kneeling beside her.

“Come here, baby,” he said, sliding his arms under her, lifting her effortlessly as she winced, her body limp against his chest.

He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently on the soft sheets, her nightgown slipping further to reveal the curve of her hips.

Rafe’s hands were warm and firm as he began massaging her, starting at her belly, his fingers kneading the tense muscles just above her pelvis.

“You need to relax a bit,” he murmured, his voice soothing but firm. “Breastfeeding and taking care of Marie all day is wearing you out, mama.” His hands moved lower, working her thighs with slow strokes, easing the tightness in her legs as she sighed, her body starting to unwind under his touch. He shifted to her feet, his thumbs pressing into the arches, rubbing circles that drew a soft moan from her lips. “I’ll take care of everything tomorrow,” he promised, his gaze locked on her face, watching the pain ebb. “You just rest.”

Her eyes fluttered open, a mix of exhaustion and longing in her gaze as she looked at him.

“I need you,” she whispered, but she shook her head weakly. “But I’m too tired…”

Her words trailed off, her body aching for him yet drained from the day. Rafe’s cock twitched at her admission, his desire for her simmering beneath his concern, but he nodded, understanding.

“Alright,” he said, sliding onto the bed beside her. He pulled her close, guiding her to straddle his lap, her nightgown bunching around her waist as he freed his hardening cock from his boxers, the thick length pressing against her slick, fertile cunt. “Just feel me, then,” he murmured, easing her down slowly, her tight heat enveloping him inch by inch.

She gasped softly as he filled her, her pussy stretching around his girth, the sensation a mix of relief and pleasure despite her fatigue. She nestled against his chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her breath warm against his skin as she moaned faintly. Rafe’s arms wrapped around her, holding her tight, his cock buried deep but still, resisting the urge to thrust as he felt her pulse around him.

“Fuck, you feel so good, mama,” he groaned, his hands stroking her back, keeping her secure. Her hips shifted slightly, a subconscious grind, and the friction sent a wave through her, her clit brushing against him as her arousal built.

She came with a small, relieved sound, a whimper escaping her lips as her body shuddered, her cunt clenching around his cock, milking him without him moving. The orgasm was gentle but profound, easing the pain in her pelvis, her exhaustion melting into a soft haze. Rafe kissed her forehead, his lips lingering as he held her close, his own need unfulfilled but his heart full.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, letting her rest against him, her breathing evening out as she drifted toward sleep, still impaled on him. “Sleep tight, mama.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ©slvbun(m) — written with love.

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my family

Ebon with his children🥹😭

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