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rafeslvbug · 18 days ago

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single mom!readers first night alone with the baby and she frantically calls rafe bc the baby’s medicine keeps making the baby spit up and not eat :(

(combined this with a few other reqs of baby only being calm in rafe’s arms and another one from @darlingshecried about getting reassurance from rafe)

for at least two hours now you had been trying to put aurora to sleep, bouncing her in your arms and doing the stimulating taps and rubs the midwives mentioned as well.

none of it was working.

she’d been diagnosed with sleep apnea, her breathing getting caught in her sleep due to development issues. having been bombarded with information on how to care for her, it all got muddled in your brain and now she wasn’t sleeping. if she did sleep, it wasn’t safe, she’d be snoring or she’d wake up by the sudden lack of breath.

now, she was crying. bawling her little eyes out from restlessness because nothing was working. you tried to give her milk, but she spit it all up, a side effect of the medication they gave her to prevent her apnoeic episodes.

you had only taken her from the hospital six hours ago. in that time, you managed to not feed her, not get her to sleep, and the pressure to not fail as a mother was currently causing you to crumble.

suppressing your tears, you carefully picked your daughter up, into the car and drove to the hospital.

you were desperate.

at two am, the maternity ward was luckily quiet, nurses attending to their own work and women sitting in rooms with full bellies. that had been you a week ago, blissfully unaware of the oncoming problems and now you were struggling in the light of them.

“hi, i’m so sorry to bother you, but my daughter has sleep apnea, and she won’t go to sleep- her medication’s making her restless, and she won’t even eat- or drink- babies drink don’t they?” you stumble with a trembling voice and a tired mind.

the receptionist, at least, was nice as she called over a midwife, telling her the problem so you didn’t have to worriedly repeat it.

between midwives entering the small room they put you in, and leaving, none of them had been able to put her to sleep. this would have been reassuring, that maybe you weren’t so bad as a mother, but your slowly red eyes and increasingly aching head couldn’t focus on that.

you just wanted her to sleep.

chaos had eventually ensued in the room, midwives rushing in and out, unsure over whether she needed more or less medicine, aurora’s wails and your stressed tears.

then rafe walked in, ushering the midwives away and the picture of calm in the midst of a storm when he approached you.

“rafe! oh my god, she won’t sleep! i don’t know what to do, and even the midwives don’t know what to do!” you ramble, just relieved that he’s at least here.

“i know,” he murmurs, soft as he cradles aurora in his arms, trying to shush her wailings and put her in the cot.

“and her medicine’s making her spit up, she won’t drink anything, and none of the techniques work, she just keeps–“ your rant is cut off by the sudden silence in the room, only rafe’s gentle “i know”s between your words.

she’s stopped crying. no snoring and she’s sleeping.

she’s actually sleeping.

“how did you do that?” you whisper, stunned, tears drying on your cheeks as you watch him rub her arms up and down while she’s sleeping in the cot.

“whoever you had that day was ridiculous, they gave her too much medicine, it’s making her restless, it is why she’s not drinking, and they didn’t even tell you how to put her to sleep properly. come here,” he nods, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and pulling you towards him and the cot.

“see? if you lay her on her side, and then do the taps, rubs whatever, it’ll be easier. the position helps to clear her airways, yeah?” he tells you, voice feather-light as he tilts his head down to you.

stuck staring at her sleeping form, how peaceful she looks after crying her little heart out, you manage a nod, “right.”

he dips his head lower to catch sight of the remaining tears, trickling down your cheek, stopping them with his thumb before they can fall all the way down. “hey, it’s fine, she’s fine, she’s healthy and this is more common than you think. but you did the right thing coming in, or else you could have still been stuck tryin’ to get her to sleep. i wouldn’t have expected you to do it with the information they gave you,” he reassures you, hand dropped to your arm while you swallow, nodding again.

“d’you want me to help you to the car?” he offers, carefully swapping her out of her cot and into the carrier basket. you accept his offer, letting him walk you out of the building, holding aurora by the handle of the carrier in one arm. he helps you all the way to the car, situating her in the passenger seat and hovering by the open door for a moment.

“you gonna be okay?” he asks, while you get into the drivers seat, closing the door.

“yeah, i’ll be fine,” a grateful spreads across your face, and rafe nods, drumming his fingers against the outer edge of the door.

“well you can come in if you need any help, alright? don’t hesitate.” he tells you, before you exchange goodbyes and he shuts the door, quietly so as not to wake aurora up. out the window, you watch him walk back inside, sparing a glance over his shoulder at you.

the car journey home is silent, as is the apartment when you get inside. you don’t bother with your shoes or hair, or clothes, simply curling into the chair beside aurora’s cot once you put her in, and twirling her thick hair around your finger while she sleeps, until you eventually drift off too.

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bunnis-monsters · 2 months ago

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Xavi didn’t enjoy being an incubus, especially when he was the last one of his kind.

Feeding was a pain, and now he had no one to guide him or gather food for him.

Before becoming an adult, young incubi would eat human food, but now that Xavi had reached maturity, the only thing that would sustain him was having sex with a human.

“How embarrassing…” he murmured, peering into your window. “She’s the only one asleep right now…”

During the day, Xavi disguised himself as a human. He had seen you a few times at the local college he attended with you.

You enticed him with your sweet scent and soft figure. He had never felt so hungry before, was this what being an adult incubus felt like?

Xavi watched you for a few weeks, feeding routinely on your naughty dreams. It was just enough to keep him from starving, but he craved being even closer to you.

His hand moved down your soft tummy. Usually, he tried his best to stay away from humans. After all, he didn’t want to grow attached

However, you were so soft and kind, always helping out your fellow classmates and volunteering to bring homework to people who were sick.

You even smiled at him when he walked to his seat every day. No one ever paid him much attention. Xavi tried his best to be as uninteresting as possible, to blend into the background.

Being an incubus meant his blood was the most valuable aphrodisiac in the world, and having a pair of the incubus horns meant you’d be able to have any woman or man you wanted.

That’s why his entire race had been slaughtered, for their bodies. It hurt to think about, and to keep himself safe, Xavi took up very little space.

Something about you enticed him, however. Maybe it was the smell of your perfume, or the way your hips swayed as you walked.

You were alluring, and that’s why his hand was moving up your shirt while you-

“Xavi?”

He jumped back, his wings extending as he got ready to retreat. You sat up, rubbing your sleepy eyes and yawning. “Xavi… what are you doing in my… room?”

His cheeks turned red as he tried to explain. “W-well you see, I was just-“

“And… you have horns… a tail… are those wings?”

This was it, he’d completely exposed himself to a human. You were going to call the local church and he’d be cut apart!

“Are you okay..?”

Your words stilled his racing heart. “… no, if I’m being honest I’m not okay at all.”

You sat up, stretching a little before patting your bed. Xavi could still see that your eyes were clouded with sleep. “Mmph, tell me all about it.”

For some reason, you felt like a safe person. Xavi spent his entire life keeping his guard up, which meant making friends was forbidden.

So why did he want to tell you all of his secrets, every little thing that was currently bothering him?

Xavi looked down at your soft form, his eyes on the way your nightgown barely covered your breasts. Your bare thighs were a problem too, he could already feel his body beginning to shake with desire.

“(Name)… I need your help.”

You looked up, your eyes still foggy from sleep. “Help..? If it’s about the homework, I’m behind-“

“I’m in your room in the middle of the night, this isn’t about homework.”

He placed a timid hand on your thigh, his entire body tensing when he felt your warmth soaking into his skin.

“Oh… then… what do you need?” you asked, shyly crossing your bare legs. Xavi noticed this, and pulled his hand away.

“Sexual intercourse.”

He said it with a straight face, but Xavi’s heart was pounding and his cheeks were beginning to heat up. You stared at him in shock, your mouth agape as you processed that the quiet guy you waved to every morning was asking to have sex with you.

“Ehem.” he cleared his throat, trying to disguise the fact his face was red and voice was shaky. “As you can tell, I am not human. I am a demon, specifically an incubus. We feed off of life energy, specifically the energy humans exert when having sex.”

“S-so you’ve done this before?” you asked, causing him to sputter.

“N-n-not exactly, no, but…”

Xavi sighed, stretching out his wings and fluttering them. “I’ve done my research. I know the human body better than most.”

In a blink of an eye he was hovering over you, his tail flicking before placing itself between your legs.

“W-what are you-“

He lowered his head, whispering into your ear. “I’ve tasted your dreams, and they’re full of pent up sexual frustration.”

His tail rubbed against your clothed cunt, the end of it pressing against your twitching clit. “You want this just as much as I need it.”

Xavi kissed down your neck, his fangs brushing against your pulse point. “I can relieve all of your tension, and all I need in return is some of your life energy.”

The incubus bit down, his aphrodisiac venom coursing through your veins. “There we go, this will loosen your body up,” he murmured, pulling your now soaked panties off.

Your body felt so hot, your mind hazy as he prepped you with his fingers. Xavi looked at your pussy with a mixture of curiosity and lust, taking a tentative sniff before his pupils dilated.

He buried his face between your thighs, latching onto your clit for a bit while his fingers continued to loosen you up.

The man had never fathomed that his body would react instinctively to a female's pheromones, but he was already doing everything as if he had done it a thousand times before.

“There you go, that’s it…”

Your pussy drooled when he pulled back, and he stared up at you with pussy-drunk eyes. If he could, he would have stayed between your legs the entire night.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?”

His cock rested on your thigh, erect and throbbing. Xavi barely ever touched himself, and now he was just inches away from being buried inside of a woman.

For years, you had wanted to lose your virginity. Thankfully, you weren’t desperate enough to go with any guy, but lately it has been hard to satisfy your needs. Perhaps that’s why you didn’t react much to Xavi’s explanation, and why you were so lax about everything.

He was right, you wanted this so bad it almost hurt.

“P-please…”

Xavi was not one to make a lady wait.

He held onto your thighs, his tail flicking your clit skillfully as his cock sunk into you.

You had played with toys before, trying to prepare for this very moment, but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer size and girth. Xavi wasn’t huge, but he could change his shape and length by will.

“Is that a good size for you?” he murmured, testing your endurance with a few light thrusts. “Maybe a bit bigger, hmm?”

His mouth latched onto one of your nipples while his tail continued to play with your clit. Xavi was overstimulating you, bringing you to an orgasm within a few minutes.

Through the next few hours, his cock expanded and shrank, getting longer or shorter to meet your needs at that moment. Despite being a virgin, he was amazing at pleasing a woman.

Being an incubus meant it came natural to him. Sex was how he fed…

Xavi pulled out after a while, his cheeks flushed as he watched his cum pool out of you. Being the smart man he was, he knew that having too many sexual partners may blow his cover.

‘It was nothing to do with liking her,’ he thought, staring at your flustered face. ‘Not… at all.’

He carefully cleaned you up before tucking you back into bed.

“We can do this twice a week… how about Saturday and Wednesday?” he asked, carefully caressing your cheek.

So you formed a contract with a demon… one that would keep you satisfied and happy.

Though… would he want to stop at just having sex with you? Incubi could be rather possessive…

Part 2?

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mrsbarnesblog · 5 months ago

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summary: after accidentally spilling soda on your shirt while hanging out with Sarah, you go to the bathroom to wash it only to be met with her brother. freshly out of the shower.

words count: 1.2k

warnings: making out, half-naked Rafe, suggestive?

The movie played on Sarah’s flat screen, with you both being lazily spread out on her bed, but you couldn’t focus. You were in her room, sipping soda and pretending to actually pay attention to the cheesy rom-com she swore was “life-changing.” But the real distraction was her brother, Rafe, who’d been lurking somewhere in the house all evening.

The tension between you and Rafe had been simmering for months. Stolen glances, fleeting touches, and a kiss that you shared not so long ago were slowly driving you insane. After the night when he kissed you after driving you back to your house and leaving with a soft ‘goodnight’, you couldn’t seem to focus on anything beside that memory.

You hadn’t told anyone—not even Sarah—because you knew how complicated it would get. Sarah’s protective streak would go into overdrive, and your other Pogue friends would probably be either pissed off or completely shoked.

You took a sip of your drink, trying to shake the thoughts from your head, when the ice-cold soda spilled over the rim of the can and onto your shirt.

“Shit.” You muttered, jerking back as the liquid seeped into the fabric.

Sarah burst out laughing, putting the movie on pause and sipping her own soda with a grin. “Oh my god, you’re a disaster. Go clean it up before you ruin my comforter!”

“In your bathroom?”

“Nah, in the one down the hall, I told you that the water doesn't work in mine. And try not to cause any more problems.” She teased, her grin wide.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed some tissues from her ightstand and headed down the hallway. You pushed open the bathroom door without thinking, too focused on the mess.

“Holy—”

Your words caught in your throat.

Standing there was Rafe. His back was turned to you at first, a bright white towel slung low on his hips, his shoulders, and his muscular back still wet from the shower. He turned at the sound of the door, his brows raising in mild surprise.

“Didn’t know I had company.” He said, his voice lazy, like he wasn’t the one standing half-naked in front of you.

Your heart pounded. You wanted to look away, to leave, but your feet stayed rooted to the spot as your eyes hungrily slid over his perfect body, not missing a single spot and lingering on that perfect v-line. “I didn’t realize anyone was in here.” You managed, your voice shaking slightly.

Rafe’s lips curled into a smirk. “You’re staring.”

“I am not!” You shot back, though your gaze betrayed you as it flicked briefly to his chest.

He took a slow step toward you, and the air in the room seemed to thicken. “You sure about that?”

You swallowed hard, your back hitting the door as you instinctively stepped away. “Rafe, I was just—”

“Just what?” He interrupted, his tone playful but edged with something darker, something dangerous. “Sneaking a peek? It’s okay. I don’t mind if it’s you, you know that.”

“Stop.” You said, but your voice slightly trembled, and Rafe definitely didn’t miss that.

He didn’t. Instead, he leaned a hand against the door beside your head, caging you in. Face too close to you, with water drops still sliding down his damp hair right on the floor. His other hand tugged the towel around his hips a little higher, a deliberate tease, making your eyes shamelessly follow his movements.

“Relax.” He murmured, his voice low, intimate. “It’s just me.”

“Exactly.” You hissed, trying to keep your head clear and not fall for his tricks, even if Rafe’s presence alone made your knees weak and your insides flutter with anticipation. “You’re Sarah’s brother. If she finds out about this—”

“About what?” He tilted his head, his lips dangerously close to yours. “We haven’t even done anything. Yet.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the faint scent of his soap intoxicating you. With a low chuckle, he grabbed your arm, pulling you further into the room, closer to the sink, and taking napkins from your hands. He patted your shirt to make it seem like he was actually doing something. You both knew that it was just his little game, his usual teasing demeanor around you.

You turned your head to look at the foggy mirror above the sink, seeing your reflection and once again noticing how good he looked beside you—so big, strong, and goddamn sexy.

“We look good together, don’t we?” Rafe murmured beside your ear, his pretending of cleaning your shirt long forgotten when your head snapped into his direction and you saw him just a few centimeters away from your face.

“Rafe, this isn’t—”

Before you could finish, his lips brushed yours, testing. It was gentle at first, like he was daring you to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, your hands found his tense shoulders, gripping them as he kissed you deeper, his other hand sliding to your waist.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, as the kiss consumed you. The tension that had been building between you for months exploded all at once, leaving no room for reason. Rafe pushed you back, closer to the sink, then hooked his hands under your thighs and easily lifted you on the counter. He pushed himself in between your legs, and for a second you worried that his not-really-helping-to-hide-anything towel might just simply drop with the way how carelessly he moved in between your legs.

You panted against his lips, too lost in his touch and scent, never wanting this moment to end. Your body was heating up from Rafe's touch and the way his lips were moving against your, making it wet and messy. You slid your nails from his shoulders down his chest, leaving long stripes and pulling a groan from his mouth onto your lips. Then the door behind you creaked open.

“Babe, why is it taking you so long—”

Sarah’s voice cut off abruptly.

You sprang apart, pushing Rafe away from you, and jumped down from the counter, your heart racing as Sarah stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with horror.

“Oh. My. God.” Her voice was laced with disbelief and disgust. “Ew, Rafe! What were you doing to her?!”

You tried to step forward to explain, but Rafe’s arm slid around your waist, holding you firmly in place.

“Sarah, I can—”

“Save it.” She snapped, throwing up a hand to stop you. Your stomach dropped thinking that she was actually angry at you. “I knew something was going on, but I didn’t need to see it! And, for the love of everything holy, Rafe, hold your towel!” She moaned in desperation, covering her eyes with one hand.

Behind you, Rafe chuckled, completely unbothered. “What can I say, sis? She’s irresistible.”

“Gross!” Sarah groaned dramatically. “Figure this out somewhere else! And don’t touch anything in here!” She stormed off, muttering under her breath.

You turned to Rafe, mortified. “This is a disaster.”

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Worth it.”

“You’re impossible.” You muttered, though you didn’t pull away as he leaned in again, his lips ghosting over yours gently and tenderly.

“And you’re not saying no.” He whispered, the smirk on his face making your stomach flip.

You knew this wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

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