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[angelicblondie]

popstar!reader x bodyguard!rafe ~~~ pre-award show ride 18 + MINORS DNI

the scent of tom fords tobacco vanilla and victoria secret tease wafted in the back of the limo, filling your nostrils with the sweetest fusion. kind of symbolic, you thought, of you and rafe - the perfect pair.

your heel tapped on the floor of the car as you sat poised in your seat, rafe sitting to your right, arms rested on the tinted window seal as he gazed out onto the streets.

your eyes flickered to him every so often, almost like you couldn't help it, almost like there was simply a magnetic pull - always has been with the two of you.

tonight was the VMAs, and unlike the very beginning of your carreer, award shows were a lot less daunting. you were up for a couple categories, and even thus far into your career you couldn't shake the pre-show nerves.

rafe looked over, noticing the tapping of your heel which he had come to realize as a nervous habit by now. "hey," he called out, "you good?"

you look over, fluttering your lashes a bit. "why? lookin' to make me better?"

rafe, used to your flirting by now, rolled his eyes with a breathy laugh. "jesus, kid, next time i wont ask."

you bit your lip, moving your leg over to nudge his. "sorry," you held back a giggle, yet you words were sincere. "m'good, just nerves."

he hummed in understanding, looking down as your legs before looking back out the window, his hand wordlessly coming down to grip above your knee, his thumb smoothing over the skin.

you swallowed, taking a breath and attempting to relax into your seat. it was crazy how one little touch from him sent your heart aflame, beating against your chest as warmness spread throughout you. rafe just had that affect on you.

sure, you played it cool - being charismatic was an essential part of your job, you were a master at it. but rafe....he was different. you covered it up by quick remarks and flirty liners, but deep down you both knew that what you two shared - the connection you - was a lot more than that.

a lot more than that time in your dressing room back on tour.

since then, you two had gone back to normal...in your own way. except this time, normal consisted of sly touches and longing looks. heated makeouts once in a blue moon (if your lucky), and knowing stares.

it was exciting, exhilarating, even. you felt in control, even though you had never really felt more helpless. but really, it made sense - everything else in your life was hardly your decision. you didn't get to pick the tour dates, you didn't get to pick which cities, which stadiums. you don't get to pick what events you go to, or when the album deadline is, or who your paired up with on PR dates - thats the managments choice, not yours. a lot of the time, it feels likes your life isnt yours.

but when your with rafe...that all changes.

you could hear the faint sound of classical music that the driver mustve been playing, muffled by the closed divider. the silence between you and rafe was comfortable, his thumb continuing to rub your skin as you tried to pull your eyes away from the contact.

after a moment, rafe speaks up. "when we get there, walk straight to the carpet. take a couple photos, answer a couple questions from reporters, and meet us on the other side."

you sigh softly, rolling your eyes. "i know, i know. its the same every time, rafey," you say, faux annoyed.

He hums, squeezing your leg. "just lookin' out f'you," he grumbles, turning away.

you giggle under your breath, seeing his frustration. you reach over to his leg teasingly, squeezing his lower thigh. "aw, c'mon, m'sorry," you mumble, as he looks back, scoffing out a laugh. "whatever, kid. feeling less nervous?"

your heart beat faster against your chest at your now closer proximity. whilst you certainly feel less nervous, you didn't want him to know that. your bit your lip. "not really," your murmur, to which his lips tilt up a bit, sensing your bluff. "no?" he questions.

you nod in agreement, you eyes locked on his, transfixed by the blue. you bit your lip, sitting up straighter in your seat. "yeah...i dunno, i was kind of hoping for a distraction?"

rafe lets out a laugh, catching your drift, leaning back on his seat. "nah, kid, thats bad. m'not gonna mess you up when you got all pretty. the press would love that."

you pout. "i dont mind..." you trail of, keeping eye contacy as your hands trails up his thigh. "please?" you all but whisper.

rafe purses his lips, hand rubbing his jaw. after a moment, he flicks his head in a nod. "alright, c'mon."

with his signal your slowly lean over, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. when the kiss starts slow, rafe breaks apart, smirking. "gone all soft on me?" he whispers. you swallow as your eyes remain on his lips as his do yours. "maybe," you whisper back, reconnection your lips in a more heated kiss, climbing up on his lap.

rafe moves your long dress to pool over the two of you, his hands holding the silky thin material covering your back. your hands gripped his biceps through his suit, humming into his mouth as your lips continued to dance.

your panties brushed over his lap and each time you moved you took in a sharp inhale of breath, causing him to grin into the kiss. his hands moved down to your ass, squeezing the plump covered skin, resulting in you arching your back into him, pressing you into his chest.

"so needy," he mumbled against you, hands still laid flat on your backside. with rosy cheeks, you murmur a flustered, "shut up," but dont deny his words.

with your lips still attached, rafe slipped his hands under the silk, his hands hot over your skin. i hum against him, reaching down to fiddle with his belt, breathing into him.

he hummed back, toying with the lacy sides of your panties. "sure you want to?" he questions breathlessly in a low voice.

"mhm, m'sure," you respond, eyes flickering up from his belt to meet his, cheeks red under his hot gaze. all of the sudden you felt shy, your movement faltering.

his lips quirked up warm smirk, he slid his hands off your skin and moved them down to his belt, finishing the job for you. "i got it," he murmurs, eyes locked on yous.

you bite your lip and looks down, watching as he slides his pants and boxers down to his ankles as you sit up a little. his hands move to your waist, moving you back up his body to hover over his lap. you look back up to him sliding you panties to the side and lining up your entrance with his dick.

you sink down, both of you sucking in breaths at the contact. rafe throws his head back, eyes shutting at the sensation and squeezing your waist, letting out a low groan. you clench around him at the sounds and bite back a whimper, hands pressing against his shoulders.

"oh, rafe," you sigh, body slumping in pleasure as he fills you slowly. "i know princess, i know," he murmurs, voice filled with the same lightness as yours.

"doing so good," he praises, leaning forwards to place a kiss on your shoulder. you hum, starting to lift yourself up, before slowly sliding back down.

rafe guides you, helping to ride him, slowly. every movement pleasurably stings, his length filling you up, causing you to squeeze around him.

euphoria fills you as does he. you feel the warmth of his hot breath against your skin and his hands over the silk covering your hips, the soft grunts and graon coming from his perfect lips. his throbbing head hits your spot, causing you to let out a breathy moan and grip his chiseled shoulders.

when he feels you clench around him, he grins, sliding his rough hands up your back. "close, yeah?" he whispers, and you quickly nod, a pout on your lips and your brows furrowed. "mhm," you answer, biting down on your lip as you look down, watching as you lift up, your dress moving aside to reveal the sight of your around him, causing you to take in a sharp inhale of air.

rafe follows your line of sight, and bites his lip, concentrated on the movement. he looks back up at you, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek, bringing you focus to him. "hey, look at me," he orders, "want you lookin at me when i make you cum."

you hum, folding your lips inwards as you continue to ride him, not looking away from his face.

"rafe," you whimper, movement getting sloppy. "i know, i've got you," he mumbles, his hands moving down to once again guide you up and down his cock.

"shit," you curse, feeling that coil in your stomach tighten. "m'close."

"let go, baby, c'mon. i've got you."

at his word, the coil burst, euphoria washing over you as your throw your head back, eyes rolling back.

rafe marveled at the sight, in awe as he watched you come down. his hands kept moving you up and down him, letting you ride out your high.

you collapse on top of him, panting into his neck as he let out a chuckle, holding you close to him. you two sit in silence, chests heaving up and down with every breath. "feelin less nervous?" rafe humorously whispers, causing you to let out a breathy laugh, lifting up to dismount him. his words lead you back to reality, remembering that in just a few short minutes, you would be strutting on a red carpet.

you hum. "much. how do i look?"

rafe tilts his head as he tugs his pants back up, considering you. "like you just got your shit rocked."

you scoff out a laugh. "seriouslly."

he laughs. "you look good. you always do."

your cheeks get rosy. your lips form in a pout though, once you realize that you were the only one who came.

he sees your guilty expressions and smiles slightly, waving it off. "dont worry, i'll be ok."

your lips lift in a coy smile. "im not worried," you say, your voice tilting seductively. "we may not have enough time right now but..." you trail off, sliding your panties back up your legs. "i have a good feeling im going to need to slip off to the bathroom somtime during the show, and of course i'll need my bodyguard to escort me," you say, playfully.

he pokes his tongue into his cheek, shaking his head. "your trouble."

you dont respond to his statement, simply shrugging before slumping back into your seat, pulling out your lipgloss and hand mirror, fixing the smudge. after checking over the rest of your appearance, you put everything back in your purse, smacking your lips and looking out the window.

you watch as the car rolls up, the sight of fans, paparazzi, and flashes filling your view.

you sigh, look to the side to see rafe getting ready to step out. he tilts his brows. "ready?"

you nod, biting your lip. "ready."

[rafeshit]

dad!drew x pregnant!reader

warnings — fluff and stuff :)

summary — drew being overprotective when you leave a hotel to see a swarm of paparazzi and fans at the doorway

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You stand in front of the hotel room mirror, applying a final coat of mascara as Drew sits behind you, watching with an admiring gaze. You're both getting ready to head out to dinner, and you can't wait to dig into the food.

"Drew, I have been craving seafood all day," you say, setting the mascara wand down on the counter. "I hope they have some options at this restaurant." You groan, all you need right now is seafood, your whole pregnancy you had been craving it like clockwork.

Drew's face lights up with a smile. "You're in luck, because I checked the menu online and they have an entire section dedicated to seafood. You're going to be in heaven baby."

You let out a squeal, happy to hear that, and Drew gets up from his chair, walking over to where you stand. He drops to his knees, his hands on either side of your belly, and presses his lips to your stomach through the tight black dress, sending kisses all over your stomach. "Hey there, buddy," he coos, speaking to your bump. "Mama's been craving some fish, huh? Are you hungry, baby?"

As if on cue, the baby kicks, and you both laugh at that coincidence.

"Looks like someone's excited for dinner," Drew says, chuckling, looking at you.

You run your hand over your belly, feeling the pressure of the baby's kicks. "I think someone's been listening to our conversation," you say smiling.

Drew plants one more kiss on your stomach before standing up, holding out a hand to help you turn around. You take one last glance in the mirror, making sure your makeup is perfect, before grabbing your bag and nodding at Drew.

"Ready to go?" he asks, and you nod. as you head out the door, Drew wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You lean into him, and step out into the hallway. As the elevator doors slide open, you and Drew step inside, pressing the button for the lobby. The ride down is quick and quiet, and your hands are interlocked with Drew’s as he kisses you on the cheek.

As you exit the elevator, you push through the glass doors, and surprisingly you're met with a swarm of paparazzi and screaming fans. You blink, taken aback by the chaos. "How did they even find us?" you wonder out loud, grasping Drew's arm for support. You'd only arrived in town today, and you'd been discreet about your whereabouts.

Drew shields your face from the flashing cameras, as you step outside. "Let's just get through this," he mutters, guiding you through the crowd. Fans reach out, begging for autographs and pictures, but Drew politely declines, mentioning your dinner reservation. You nod in agreement, trying to stay focused on getting through the crowd.

But just as you think you're making progress, a paparazzi grabs your arm, yanking you back. "How's the pregnancy going?" he asks, his camera lens inches from your face, flashing bright white flicks in your face, practically blinding you.

You stumble, almost losing your balance, but Drew quickly reacts, catching you. He shoves the paparazzi away with his shoulder, giving him just enough force to get him to back off. "Watch yourself, dick wad," Drew spat, "You could've hurt her."

The paparazzi sneers, but Drew's warning is clear. "You're going to need to do better than that if you want a shot," Drew adds. You take a deep breath, continuing through the crowd. Drew wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in even closer.

Finally, you see the black sedan waiting for you, and Drew opens the door, helping you inside. You collapse onto the seat, exhaling a sigh as the door closes behind you. "Are you okay?" Drew asks, moving a piece of hair from your face.

You nod, still shaken up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." Drew takes your hand and scans your face. "Anytime, baby. Now, let's get to that seafood, right?” He offers a smile, to which you could reciprocate.

As the car pulls away from the curb, you start to feel dizzy. The encounter with the paparazzi was more than you can handle, and the motion of the car isn't helping. You sway slightly to the side, feeling like you're going to faint.

Drew's eyes snap to yours, "Hey, hey, are you okay?" he asks, quickly releasing his seatbelt and moving closer to you.

You nod, trying to assure him, but the words get stuck in your throat. Your vision starts to blur, and you feel like you're going to pass out. Without hesitation, Drew takes your hand and pulls you into his side. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, holding you close, and begins to speak softly into your ear. "Take slow, deep breaths, baby. You're alright now. I've got you."

You nod, already feeling better as you lean into him. He tenderly strokes your hair, his fingers gentle against your scalp. "That was a close call back there." he says, verbally upset about it.

As the car continues to move, Drew holds you tight. Your dizziness begins to subside and after a few minutes, you feel well enough to sit up straight again. Drew helps you adjust your seatbelt and hands you a bottle of water from the car's mini-fridge.

"Here, drink this," he says, "You must have gotten dehydrated from the shock."

You take a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe your throat. "Thank you.”

Drew smiles, "Anytime, baby. Now, let's get to that dinner and get you those crab legs."

“Thank God.” You chuckle. Upon arrival at the restaurant everything else went smoothly, you had a nice romantic dinner at one of the best restaurants in the city and you enjoyed your seafood by clearing off the entire plate. When it came time to go back to the hotel drew made sure to step out the car first and make a pathway for you by telling the fans that you were expecting and needing the space. They obeyed, because they were respectful as always.

Finally you reach the hotel room and collapse on the bed, drew following suit. he wraps his arm around your tummy and smiles at you, to which you smile back. He places a kiss on you lips and you both then prepare to get ready for bed.

[rafeyssugar]

daddy's got you

rafe knew something was wrong the second his phone buzzed.

she never called him this late—not unless she needed him. and the moment he answered, the shaky breath on the other end made his stomach twist.

"rafey?"

his grip on the phone tightened. "what’s wrong, baby?"

she sniffled, voice small and broken. "i had another fight with my parents."

his jaw clenched. "what did they say?"

"the usual," she murmured. "that i’m a disappointment. that i never do anything right. that they don’t even know what to do with me anymore."

rage burned in rafe’s chest, but he forced himself to stay calm. "where are you, angel?"

"my room, but—"

"i'm coming."

—

she barely had time to wipe her tears before rafe was climbing through her window, his movements quick and effortless.

"rafe—"

she barely got the word out before he was in front of her, pulling her into his arms. she melted into him instantly, clinging to his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

"shh, i got you, baby," rafe whispered, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back. "daddy’s here."

her breathing hitched, another sob shaking her frame. "they—they always act so disappointed in me. like i’ll never be good enough. like i’ll never be the daughter they wanted."

rafe let out a slow breath, his grip tightening. "baby, that's not true. they just don’t see you the way i do."

"but what if—what if you start seeing me like that too?"

rafe pulled back just enough to cup her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"that’s never gonna happen, angel."

"but what if—"

"no," he cut her off gently, brushing his thumb over her cheek. "you're my girl. my sweet, perfect girl. daddy could never be disappointed in you."

her lip wobbled. "promise?"

"i swear on my life, baby."

she let out a shaky breath, her body finally relaxing against him. rafe leaned back against her bed, pulling her into his lap so she could curl up against him. his hoodie swallowed her frame, and he couldn't help but smirk a little at the sight.

"you know what i think?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"what?" she whispered.

"i think you were made for daddy," he said, voice firm. "nobody else sees you the way i do, angel. nobody else gets to love you the way i do."

she sniffled, nuzzling into his chest. "i love you, daddy."

rafe’s heart clenched.

"i love you more, baby. and you never have to doubt that."

he pulled the blanket over them, keeping her wrapped up in his warmth. her breathing slowed, the exhaustion from crying settling in.

"sleep, princess," he whispered, lips brushing against her forehead. "daddy’s got you."

[rafesveryrealgf]

thinking about how i just knooooww rafe doesn’t give a single fuck if people can hear you two banging in his room. it’s the evening and sarah and the pogues all just got back inside from swimming. they’re hot and tired and decide to hang in the living room until they’re cooled off. meanwhile you’re upstairs in rafe’s room, in missionary with your leg thrown over his shoulder and he’s going crazyyy. you actually have respect for the people downstairs so you’re trying to stay quiet (and failing) but honestly, the headboard hitting the wall continuously is proof enough that you’re fucking. rafe is just so uncaring and selfish about it tho. he’s going so hard you’re almost convinced he likes that other people can hear you. sarah is fed up with it (obviously not her first time hearing you guys) so she goes to knock on rafes door. he ignores the first couple of knocks, still thrusting inside of you because he’s determined to make you come. but you can’t even orgasm now knowing there’s people listening. you tell rafe that. rafe can’t have that. so he stops fucking you, throws on some boxers and open his door to find a very annoyed sarah standing there. “everyone can hear you two, you know?” she eventually says and rafe is standing there like…tell me something i don’t already know? your face is hot from embarrassment. rafe finally just says “ok..?” to her. like, now what? and sarah just rolls her eyes and scoffs, eventually stomping away out of defeat. rafe shuts his door and removes his boxers once again. he gets back on the bed and lines himself up with your entrance again. “we have to be quiet, rafe.” you tell him. and he just gives you that cocky little smirk in return. “no, you have to be quiet.” is all he says while sliding his tip between your slit.

soon he’s thrusting into you again like he’d never stopped and like before, you’re trying to suppress your moans and failing miserably

[whosyourmommy69]

The Beginning, Again

You didn’t expect him to show up.

Not after the ghosting. Not after the reckless nights you heard about through whispers and screenshots, Rafe Cameron in a backwards cap, beer-soaked and grinning like nothing ever changed. Like you hadn’t sat in the bathroom alone at three in the morning, hands trembling over a pregnancy test, realizing that your life had just split into before and after.

And he had dipped in and out, like a tide you couldn’t control. Sometimes there, sometimes gone. Always Rafe, but never yours.

So when your water broke at 3:47 a.m., and your best friend drove you to the hospital because your mom couldn’t get a flight in time, you weren’t thinking about Rafe. You were thinking about how scared you were, how your lungs felt too small for your chest, how the world was about to shift on its axis.

You didn’t call him.

And yet six hours in, hair plastered to your forehead, pain cutting through you in jagged waves, he came.

The door cracked open, and you didn’t look right away. You were mid-contraction, breathing through it, fists clenched around the sides of the hospital bed.

But then you heard it.

"Y/N."

His voice.

You turned your head. Slowly. Disbelieving.

And there he was. Rafe Cameron. A wrinkled T-shirt stretched across his chest, hoodie half-zipped, baseball cap turned backwards. Like he’d rolled straight out of bed, hopped in a car, and come here on fumes and impulse.

“What are you doing here?” you rasped, voice rough with hours of pain.

He stood awkwardly in the doorway, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to come any closer. Like the room's gravity, your room, was heavier than he expected.

“I-I heard. Kelce texted me. Said you were at the hospital.”

Kelce. Of course. You closed your eyes and exhaled, but it wasn’t relief. It was something tighter. Something you’d taught yourself not to feel anymore.

You opened your mouth, but another contraction hit you hard and fast, and suddenly you were gripping the bed again, crying out. The nurse stepped in to check monitors, offering quiet encouragement.

By the time the pain passed, you were sweating and dazed. And Rafe was still there.

Closer now. Sitting in the chair near the bed.

“I didn’t know if I should come,” he admitted, voice low.

You stared at him. "But you did."

He looked at you then. Really looked. Your swollen face. Your clenched jaw. The quiet fire in your eyes that hadn’t gone out, even after all these months.

“I know I’ve been a piece of shit,” he said.

You blinked at him, almost laughing through the pain. “That might be the understatement of the century.”

He didn’t smile.

“I was scared,” he whispered.

Your chest twisted. “You think I wasn’t?”

His throat bobbed. “I didn’t know how to be this. A dad, a boyfriend.”

“You're not going to be perfect,” you said, voice cracking.

"I'm not, you just have to show up."

Silence bloomed between you. The kind of silence that made your heart ache.

“I never stopped thinking about you,” he said eventually. “Even when I tried to pretend this wasn’t happening, I still thought about you. About her.”

You froze. “Her?”

His eyes dropped to your stomach. Then flicked up to yours. “ I-I know it’s a girl.”

You swallowed, throat suddenly tight. “Yeah.”

Rafe reached into his hoodie pocket, fumbling with something. When he pulled his hand out, there was a crumpled sonogram picture in it. Folded and worn. One of the first ones you sent him months ago, before you gave up.

“I kept it,” he said softly. “I’d look at it when I was too drunk to breathe. It made me feel like maybe I wasn’t completely gone.”

Something broke in you then.

A sob tore out, raw and unexpected. You weren’t crying because of the pain. You were crying because you’d tried to stop caring. And here he was, too late and somehow still not enough, but part of you wanted to believe he meant it.

Rafe stood, slowly. His hand hovered above yours.

"Can I stay?"

You hesitated.

But then another contraction hit, and you didn’t have the energy to fight. You nodded, just barely, and he moved to your side, holding your hand as you cried through the pain.

He didn’t let go. Not when they wheeled you into delivery. Not when you screamed, cursed, bled.

And not when your daughter entered the world with a piercing cry that filled the room and shattered something inside both of you.

Rafe’s breath caught.

The doctor placed her on your chest, and you sobbed openly now from relief, from exhaustion, from love.

You looked over at him, expecting to see panic, fear, regret.

But Rafe was crying.

Silently, tears streaming down his face as he looked at the little pink bundle curled against your chest. His cap had fallen off, his hair a mess, eyes red and unguarded.

“She’s… she’s perfect,” he whispered.

You nodded, lips trembling.

He moved closer, brushing your hair back, pressing his forehead to yours. You should have pushed him away. But right now, in this impossible moment, you didn’t.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he whispered, voice wrecked.

“I don’t either,” you murmured.

“But I want to try.”

You didn’t answer right away.

But you let him stay.

And that was the beginning.

[lilibookverse]

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Pairing : bf!Rafe x delulu!Reader

From the moment their eyes met, reader knew they were meant to be... She might have gotten carried away in the mean time, but Rafe doesn't mind it. The jumpscare can be scary though... 💛

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𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 | 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜: 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 16 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜.

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎: 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚅𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎.

A/N- finally giving their daughter a name bc why tf didn't I do that before?

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[vampmorgue]

𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐨 𝐔𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭

series masterlist

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 18+!!! This series will contain dark, mature themes such as angst, profanity, toxic relationship, smut, mind games, drug use/addiction, tampering with items, gore, blood, gruesome murders, deaths, and weapon uses. Read at your own risk.

Chapter 1: Promises

Chapter 2: Keep Quiet (coming soon)

Status: Ongoing

Last updated: 01/16/2024

[rafesbabygirlx]

Me coming back to check my notifications for Part 8 of my SMAU. IM SORRY YALL

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[angelicblondie]

morning wood

MDNI - rafe x princess!reader

you woke up to the steady sound of rafes breaths against your ears as he slept peacefully - and of course, the erection placed on your backside.

you craned your head to look at him - and he looks oh so peacful. it was adorable, the way his brows were even furrowed as he slept, never truly relaxing. his lips were just slightly parted, letting out long deep breaths every now and then.

as creepy as it sounded, you just loved to watch rafe sleep. he was truly the cutest, but you knew you could never tell him that - he would be such a grump.

you hum groggily, arching you back off of rafes chest as you stretched a bit, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. you pink nightie had risen up to your hips overnight, leaving you bottom half exposed. rafe, still in his slumber, protectively wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him. you giggle quietly, and once again check him over you shoulder, biting you lip. expieremntally, you press you back against his crotch, to which he groans softly, eyes scrunching up.

"baby," he mumbles in his sleep, hugging you even tighter against his growing erection. you hum and turn around in his arms, placing a delicate hand along his jaw. "rafey," you whisper.

he hums as his eyes flutter open a bit, taking in your appearance. he lets out a deep breath from his chest, closing his eyes again to rest into your shoulder. "mornin' princess," he mumbles, peppering a couple of soft kisses into your neck. you hum back a good morning as he detaches him from you and lays on his back, to which you follow by resting on you elbow and using your available hand to play with his messy bed hair.

"how'd you sleep?" you ask softly, his hand coming to your waist to pull you closer.

he hums tiredly. "great." your leg is thrown across his torso and a smile overtakes your features. you lean down and press some sweet, long kisses against his chest. "m'glad," you respond.

you hands trails downs his body, your nails (which he paid for) lightly scratching his abs, to which he lets out a pleasured groan. you hands stop at the waistband of his boxers and you look up at him, lashes fluttering, a pleading look in your eyes.

rafe lets out a breathy chuckle. "shit, go ahead, princess."

you bite your lip and crawl to straddle his legs, bringing down his boxers and taking them of his legs. the cold air of the room causes goosebumps to trail up your body and your nipples to harder through your nightie, so rafe pulls up the white duvet to your shoulder, and you let out a greatful hum.

you look up at rafe as you hands delicately wrap around his base and he looks down at you hungrily. you look back down at his dick, biting you lips.

rafe lets out a impatient breath. "y'gonna suck me or just stare at it?" he complains in a slightly annoyed tone, but you just giggle.

"sorry rafey" you whisper, leaning down to place an apologetic kiss on his tip, and his eyes roll back a for a moment, letting out a guttural groan. you lick up from his base to the tip, wrapping you pink lips around it, looking up at him as you do so. "shit, atta girl." he praises, his hand essentailly patting your head as he moves some hair from your face. you on all fours, leaning down in a cow pose as you arch your back up to begin to take more of him. as you slowly suck him, you let out little hums every now and then, break away to tell him how good he tastes and much you love sucking his cock, knowing that rafe likes praise just as much (and maybe even more) than you do.

because at the end of the day, you just want your rafey to be happy. you just want to please him in any way, and thats why he loves you so much - you're his little doll, his princess.

"fuckkkk" he groans. "gonna cum soon. y'gonna take it, yeah? swallow up all my cum?"

you nod, bobbing you head up and down on his cock, breaking away for a moment but continuing to stroke him. "mhm, promise,"

hes lets out a sadistic chuckle. "thats a good girl, princess," he praises as he grips your hair in a makeshift ponytail, taking control as he shoves you down his cock, your eyes widening in surprise and water as you gag and choke around him, to which he lets out a chuckle at your frazzled state. "there you go, thats it. you can take it." he eases in a casual tone, as if he didn't just shove his whole cock down your throat.

you moan and gag around him, you hands squeezing his thigh as you look up at him, eye lashes wet with unuttered tears, which somehow gets him closer. he groans and manually moves your head up and down his dick, watching as your pretty tears fall onto his lower stomach. he curses under his breath and groans gutturally as he finally releases, not once removing his eyes from yours. you moan with him, finding him just so hot when he cums.

after a few seconds of him coming down, he lets out a pleased sigh. "good job, princess," he praises lazily, patting you head as he pushes himself up, grabbing you waist to pull you in for a quick kiss. "m'gonna go get you some water, took me all the way, huh?" he chuckles a bit, standing up and placing a kiss on the top of your head before heading down to the kitchen. you collapse on the bed, sighing contently, feeling pleased by the perfect start to your day.

[rafeshit]

STARSTRUCK (inspired) drew x fan!reader

warnings — none

summary — you are trying to get home when a celebrity hits you with a door.

you were in the city of new york, eager to get home after a long day. the city lights were shining, illuminating your path, but you're too tired to appreciate it. You've been looking forward to collapsing onto your couch, and shedding off the white dress you wore to a party.

As you turn the corner, you're suddenly slammed into by a door that read “set stage”, flung open by a suited figure. "Ow!" you cry out, clutching your head as you stumble backwards. Your world spins for a moment before you collapse onto the pavement. You lie there, dazed, and confused.

The suited figure, dressed in a black suit and tie, rushes to your side, "Oh my god, did I just hit you?" he asks, worry evident in his voice. You gaze up at him, your vision blurry, and reply with sarcasm, "No, the door just flung open by itself. Good job, door." You can't help but roll your eyes, even as a sharp pain shoots through your head.

He looks taken aback, but then mutters, "Oh, this isn't looking good." You struggle to sit up, wincing as the pain intensifies. As you take in the man's features, your eyes widen in recognition. You've seen that face plastered on billboards, magazine covers, and movie screens. "Wait, you're drew star—" But before you can finish, the man's hand closes around your mouth, his eyes darting around nervously.

"I'll get you free tickets to my movie if you don't scream my name," he says, his voice urgent in desperation. You shove his hand away, irritation flooding your system. "I don't want tickets to your stupid movie. I want to go home." You try to stand up, but the world spins again, and you stumble backwards.

“wait your not a fan of me?” He asks, visibly hurt.

you roll your eyes, “not in a million years.”

The man's expression turns grave. "I'll drive you to a hospital, my car's just around the corner." You hesitate, not wanting to get into a car with this stranger, no matter how famous he is. You've heard the stories about celebrities and their games,"I don't want to get into the car with you," you say.

He raises an eyebrow. "Would you rather walk all the way home with a concussion?"

You cross your arms, trying to sound braver than you felt, “I’d rather play in traffic.”

The man's gaze flicks towards the alleyway, he must have heard the distant chatter of fans approaching, because he quickly says, "Enough with the bratty act, follow me." There's a tone of authority in his voice that makes you hesitate, but your head is pounding, and you're not sure you have a choice. You struggle to your feet, realizing that your head hurts more than you initially thought. Maybe getting into the car with this... celebrity is all you got.

You follow him, grunting as you hold your head, and get into the black car parked nearby. As you sink into the leather seats, he says, “would you mind sinking a little lower I don’t want the paparazzi seein’ you”.

You roll your eyes, sinking lower. The man slips into the driver's seat, his eyes scanning the rearview mirror as he starts the engine.

As you settled into the luxurious car, you felt annoyed at being stuck with this stuck up celebrity. Drew glanced at you in the rearview mirror, attempting to make small talk. "So, how's your head feeling?" he asked. You shot back with a healthy dose of sarcasm, "Oh, it's just peachy. Thanks for asking, Mr. Celebrity."

Drew's expression remained calm, but you detected amusement in his eyes. He continued to drive, navigating the city streets with ease, until you finally arrived at the hospital. As you entered the emergency room, the lights only added to your growing headache. A doctor approached you, asking a series of questions about the accident. After a quick examination, he led you to a private room for a scan.

The wait felt long, but eventually, the doctor returned with the results. "Well, the scans came back empty, so I think you'll be just fine," he said with a reassuring smile. Drew peeked his head into the room, "So, she'll be okay?" The doctor nodded, adding, "Just make sure your girlfriend drinks water and stays off her feet for a while, just to be safe."

You quickly corrected him, "He's not my boyfriend." Drew chimed in, "Yeah, unfortunately." You rolled your eyes, retorting, "God, you're so full of yourself." Drew shot back, "I wasn't being cocky, I was just saying anyone who dates a brat like you is in for a treat." To which you laugh at.

The doctor excused himself to retrieve some paperwork, leaving the two of you alone. You turned to Drew, asking, "So, Mr. Movie Star, what's it like finally not being the center of attention?" Drew's response was filled with sarcasm, "I'm literally killing myself over this." To your surprise, you laughed at his remark, and he smiled, adding, "Just because I'm a movie star doesn't mean I'm not human." You nodded, "I know, but that doesn't make you exempt from me going off on a guy who hit me with a door." Drew chuckled, "Yeah, I guess so."

As the conversation continued, you proposed an idea, "Hey, how about you give me an autograph and I'll sell it to pay for this hospital bill?" Drew agreed, "Deal, pretty girl." However, he added a condition, "You can't tell anyone about this, not even your closest friends, or else the press would get the wrong idea."

You assured him, "I wasn't planning to, you're not that big in my world." Drew replied, "Right," but you quickly added, "But now you are, since you're my knight in shining armor." A smirk spread across his face at the remark.

Before long, the doctor returned with the paperwork, and Drew got up to leave, grabbing his suit jacket and a piece of paper. He scribbled his signature on it, handing it to you with a small note attached,

"I really hope you're gonna be okay." Your eyes widened as you gazed at the autograph, accompanied by a wad of cash and his phone number. The note read, "I'll pay for your bill, but give me a call, and maybe you could ride in my car to a restaurant and not a hospital. Sell it if you want, but I'll be really sad if my number gets leaked."

A small smile crept onto your face as you read the message and the brat in you softened ever so slightly. Maybe he isn’t who you thought he was.

[pradabambie]

part 2 to this ask - rafexreader fight.

i'm finally back!! yay

let me know if you like this and remember request are always open <3 help your girl out in the creativity department hehe

it's been two weeks since you last saw or talked to rafe, and he was losing it.  

normally, you two were practically inseparable, spending every moment together, a routine rafe had grown accustomed to. 

his attempts to reach you were relentless.  

he spammed your phone with calls and texts, even emails. he not only contacted you, but all your friends. he even showed up at your house a couple times, your parents insisting on the instructions you gave them: you didn't want to see him. 

rafe even visited places you frequented, hoping for an encounter. today, luck was on his side. he spotted you sorting through the apples in your little pink gym shorts, and tapped your shoulder, careful not to startle you as you focused on the music coming out of your headphones. 

you looked up at him, rolled your eyes and pressed pause on the spotify app "leave me alone, rafe" you asserted. 

but as then you looked into his eyes, worn and red, dark bags under them. his hair was messy, and you could tell he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. his plea cut through the air. 

"please, i'm beggin you. let me buy you a coffee or something. i need to talk to you. i need you. i miss you." his words were interrupted by a shaky sigh that left your lips. 

"okay," you said, staring at him expressionlessly. 

"what?" 

"yes, okay, rafe. pick me up at six, and i'll have one cup of coffee with you. that's it." 

a sudden grin lit up his face. "yes! yes, of course. i'll pick you up—" 

"i have to go. see you later," you cut him off, not allowing him to finish. 

the hours leading up to the meeting felt like an eternity for rafe. this coffee date represented his chance to mend things. 

at exactly six, rafe, dressed in a shirt he remembered you liked, stood outside your door. you noticed his effort—neatly combed hair, a hint of cologne. 

you greeted him with a nod, signaling readiness to get it over with. rafe, attempting to conceal his nerves, led you to his car. 

the drive to the cafe was filled with awkward silences. once there, you both ordered drinks, enveloped in the familiar aroma of coffee. rafe took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. 

"i don't even know where to start," he admitted, eyes focused on his coffee cup. 

you remained silent, waiting for him to continue. rafe took a moment to choose his words carefully, realizing the significance of what he was about to say. 

"look, i messed up, okay? i took you for granted, i realize that. i miss us, and i can't stand being without you," he confessed, his gaze pleading for understanding. 

you listened quietly, sipping your coffee, contemplating whether his words carried genuine remorse or were just another attempt to manipulate your feelings. 

"i've been reflecting on everything, and i want to change. i want to be the person you deserve. please, give me another chance." 

your response was measured. "i want to believe you, rafe, i really do. but how do i know this isn't another one of your little games?" 

he pulled a red velvet box from his pocket, revealing a silver ring with your birthstone right in the center. "i got this for you. i know this doesn’t fix things, but it's a start. i remember you talking about a promise ring or something like that." 

your eyes lit up looking at the ring, you had to admit rafe's good taste remained intact. 

 “it's gorgeous, rafe, but you can't buy me with this, okay?" 

"i know. it's just a little visual aid. i want you for life. i promise to show you i'm committed to this, to you." 

you paused, studying his words. the silence heightened rafe's anxiety. 

"let's just say you're on probation," you finally said. "but i swear, rafe, mess up once, and—" 

before you could finish, strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you off your seat, showering you with kisses. "yes, baby, anything you say," rafe declared, filled with newfound hope. 

[rafesbabygirlx]

I already know how good this is now all of you get to know ✨

"Mine, baby. you mean, my bills. these are my cards that you use for your pleasures so I have the right to have an eye on them. even more so when I receive bills for sex toys. you should call me instead of handling it? yourself."

"After trying them, I'm not sure that you're big enough now."

MY FAVORITE PART

" the day when your babygirl will want a little sister or brother, you better be begging on all fours on my fucking doorstep to convince me to give you another baby. so better to start now and stretch that hole very hard before it's happening because i'm gonna make sure to be breeding you enough to change your whole dna. "

Give me a rich toxic baby daddy Rafe ANY DAY

sweet babyface // toxic!bbydaddy!rafe x reader

summary ; rafe was decided to make your little one, a kook princess. and if it means to spend a million of dollars on a diamond swarovski tiara just to see it on the head of his daughter, you can be sure he's gonna do it.

warnings ; basically fluff but i would add +18 bc of a little bit of suggestive content but not real smut. mention of breeding kink. kind of toxic relationship. a bit of stalking. financial dependence. be aware of the warnings.

author's note ; i just wanted to mention @princessbrunette for the bbydaddy!rafe verse. you can check it on her account <3

even if you tried every time to keep him away, push him away, avoid him or chase him, rafe always came back. you could be cold, distant, suspicious and even cruel, he didn't care. by the way, he was better than you at that game anyway? it wasn’t for nothing that you always lost trying to fight him. he was winning while you were just exhausting yourself out. sometimes you wonder why you let him into your life, why you thought it would be a good idea to have a baby with him when everyone on the island told you he was unstable and uncontrollable. some even laughed at your situation, saying it was like giving something to the devil and hoping he doesn't use it against you.

you couldn't say rafe was a bad father. your daughter had always been outrageously spoiled. he always gave her the biggest and greatest gifts. nothing was ever good enough for his princess. he always thought big when it came to his baby. even if you were a pogue, he wanted to raise her as a fucking kook.

and sometimes you wondered if he did all this out of pure fatherly love or out of narcissism or ego.even if you hated him so much, he absolutely needed to make sure your child was on his side. every time he was there, it was like you no longer existed. the house was full of "dad," "daddy, “ or “ papa, " and babbling and laughing. it was always his name, she never called you. and you always felt a pang in your heart every time he grabbed her in his big veiny arms, making her the happiest little girl before taking her away from you to go on some weekly trips.

even when he was not at home, it was always with the toys he gave her that she played, the dresses he gave her that she wore, the hairstyles that he validated by facetime that she asked you to make, the meals he delivered that she wanted to eat. she was truly daddy’s girl. even in her facial features.

so no matter how much you tried to ignore him, he was still there somehow . through the demands of your daughter, the hundreds of deliveries a day to your door, the objects in this house and even its walls because he was obviously the one who paid for it.

you didn't need to work. you had access to all his cards. at first you spent tons of money on unnecessary expenses hoping it would drive him crazy but the next day you saw that even more money had been added to the bank account.

but rafe cameron didn't give you access to his banking data out of pure kindness and affection alone. he was also looking for a way to control you, and stay in your life. then, with that, he could also stalk you and do inappropriate things like when you bought lingerie and he received the bill. he couldn't stop himself from sending you a message. “don't want to see me, but you dress yourself like you want me to give you a second baby ;) ”

the only rule was that you were forbidden from going to see another man and even less from inviting him to the house. he manipulated you by saying it was for your daughter's mental balance but it was purely out of jealousy. and you knew it very well. you weren't the stupid naive girl he had gaslighted in the past and who he could lie to so easily anymore.

one day, you were giving your kid the extremely expensive cupcakes rafe had bought for her breakfast, trying not to comment on the ridiculousness of the prices but especially the situation, and there was a knock at the door. when you saw through the blinder that it was him, you stepped back discreetly, swallowing hard to not clench. your heart was beating fast in your ribcage as you were trying to silence your stepfoots.

“I know you're here.” you had heard his loud firm raspy voice through the door. “baby, i can hear you breathing and backing up from here. come on, i thought we both get over the time i scared you. ”

he continued to knock on the door until your old neighbor called you claiming that a crazy madman was in front of your house and didn't want to leave.

you had been forced to open up to him which made you even angrier.

but that didn’t stop him from smiling at you, the insatiable white colgate smile. his clean and fresh mullet was long enough that hair brushed the back of his neck. he was wearing one of his perfect black suits with the sleeves rolled up to show a glimpse of his nice shirt. a Rolex was tight around his veiny wrist, and the same rings he always wore were wrapped around his fingers.

he had his ear pierced recently with your daughter. you had been against it, but she still wanted to do like her father so you had no authority over the sweet monster. but you had to admit that the jewelry suited them both so well. especially on rafe, you couldn't help but think about kissing his ear, but especially biting his earlobe while caressing the silver piercing until it's wet and rolling against your tongue. all this perhaps while thinking of having a baby again.

“I should be allowed to come here whenever I want. " he had sworn under his breath, staring at you with his evil blue eyes.

“tell me what you have to say or I’ll call the police.” you replied shortly.

"I want to see my girl. I mean, the one who likes to call me daddy. "

“It’s not funny and she doesn’t want to…”

you hadn't had time to finish speaking before your babyface's little footsteps were running on the floor to come into the hall.

“daddy! " she exclaimed before being carried off the ground to snuggle into her father's strong arms, her little frame being hidden by the size of his biceps.

“that's my little girl.” he welcomed her with a kiss on the cheek, making her chuckle.

"I missed you! please, stay !" your kid had asked with bubbly face and pleading eyes, her childish pout so irresistible to say no.

“of course, I’m staying.”

“raf…” you started but he ignored you, walking in the house without your permission into the living room.

“I have something for you, peaches. ”

he took a present out of his bag and you rolled your eyes. you already knew it was going to be something crazy like the giant dollhouse he built in her bedroom, or the huge dinette in the playroom, or a scary tall comfort teddy bear that she couldn't even carry in her tiny hands. sometimes you wondered what he could offer to her because she already had everything. he had literally built her a heaven.

your daughter's eyes widened in surprise, while a smile floated across her lips in excitement. she opened the gift and took out a silver tiara set with diamonds and stunning crystals signed by Swarovski.

“she’s a baby, rafe…” you commented.

"no, she's a princess. " he corrected you and fixed your little one's hair before putting the tiara on her head, and placing a smack on her forehead. “ don't you see that kook babyface ? ”

she giggled before wrapping her hands around his neck to thank him.

“we need to talk.” you said.

"later. i have a princess to honor for now."

you wanted to fight back and kill him but you couldn't resist your daughter's face. she was happy to be with her father. and you knew it was important for girls to establish a strong bond with their father. and there was this bright spark that shone in her eyes every time she saw him that made you melt.

so you let him stay at home. he stayed with her all day. she managed to make him do whatever she wanted, and that's how he found himself playing with dolls, watching the princess and the frog, doing karaoke to barbie songs, serving as a client for a makeup session, and judging all of her princess dresses while she was making him a haul.

No matter how angry you were that he showed up like that and decided to stay, you couldn't deny the fact that he was damn good, that in the moment, you couldn't find any reason not to like him, even when he caught you spying on them and sent you a smirk to remember that you had no control.

you had decided to do some cleaning, to leave them both for a bit until the end of the day. after a long moment, rafe decided to leave her alone for a bit.

you were downstairs, and you were making food. he raised an eyebrow when he saw you. “don’t forget me.”

“no I’m sorry, I’m cooking for two and you’re not included in it.”

“I was included in this pussy to make you a baby so you can include me in this meal for one night, baby. ‘s nothing. ” he shouted back, chewing some gum arrogantly.

“don’t be trashy.”

"you used to like this..." he carefully said, because he knew he was treading on sensitive ground.

he stood in front of you, picking a taste of the ranch sauce from the bowl before putting it in his mouth. you watched him do it, glaring at the smile on his so fucking evil lickable lips.

“ taste's good. ”

“I want you to leave. “

"We should ask every part of your body if they're okay with this. Maybe it would put you back into your place to feel betrayed by your own self. "

“You’re not good for her.” you confessed.

“I am her father. And from what i know, she's very happy with me. You're the one to have a problem with my presence here. ”

"Please, leave the house. I don't want to call the police."

“exactly, baby.” he moved to stand behind you, rearranging a strand of your hair, his breath hot on the back of your neck. “you don’t want to do it. And you're not forced to do it…” he caressed your hand, slowly putting the knife away from your fingers.

“Step back.”

"I want to stay here tonight. Just this night. She really wants me to stay and would it be cruel to make her sad? You don't want to be the villain, right ? "

“don’t try to manipulate me.”

" mmh, just telling the truth and it makes you mad. you can hate me if you want but she needs me. i'm her dad and you know if I wanted to, I could make her come with me but I love seeing you together. you're a great mom.”

"you will sleep on the couch. and that is non-negotiable. you don't try anything with me, is that okay?"

“Come on, we can sleep together. We are mature and consenting adults.” he replied. "There's nothing I haven't seen before, baby. I know all that lingerie as well as that body hidden behind it."

“about that, stop stalking my bills.”

"Mine , baby. you mean, my bills. these are my cards that you use for your pleasures so I have the right to have an eye on them. even more so when I receive bills for sex toys. you should call me instead of handling it? yourself.”

"After trying them, I'm not sure that you're big enough now. “

jesus, you knew how to provoke him and it worked. he had sniffed the air loudly, trying to contain himself because honestly, he only wanted one thing at the moment, a strong urge that was to fuck you dirty on that counter until he was sure to see your hole tearing to death and dripping to get his cock in. jesus, yeah, he would give anything to see you grimace because it will never fit in but prove you wrong by giving you a second baby.

his jaw was tense and his nostrils were flared. he was forced to clench his fist to avoid touching you. " the day when your babygirl will want a little sister or brother, you better be begging on all fours on my fucking doorstep to convince me to give you another baby. so better to start now and stretch that hole very hard before it's happening because i'm gonna make sure to be breeding you enough to change your whole dna. ”

“ aren't you tired of thr…”

“mom, dad, what are you talking about?” the little girl burst into the kitchen, still with her tiara on her head. a smile appeared when she saw that her dad was still there. because it was rare for him to stay that late.

you warned rafe with your eyes, slashing violently at pieces of vegetables with the knife back in your hand.

“ we were thinking that i could stay tonight. what's your thoughts on this, little one ? want daddy to stay ? ”

“ yes ! i don't want you to leave. stay foreveeeer with me. ”

“ but you know, he can't. he's a businessman. ” you replied.

“ what do you mean, baby ? my only business is right here. ”

” Rafe. ” you said.

“ Baby ? ” he replied with a cocky smile. “ Why don't you tell us what you're cooking ? Seems delicious. Maybe we could get a taste. ”

“ Sweetie, can you go to your room for a second ? I need to talk with your dad. It's not gonna be long. ”

She pouted but agreed after Rafe promised her something if she was listening to her mom.

“you know you can’t stay. "

"All I know is that there is my name in the papers of this house, on your bills, and even on your documents. If I can't stay, you can't escape. So what's better ? ”

[rafesveryrealgf]

fwb!rafe and reader, she’s ready to leave his bed in the morning but he just keeps her enclosed cs he doesn’t want her to leave just yet 😩

“wait, lemme just rub on you for a little more.” 😖😖😖

rafe who doesn’t wanna admit he’s lowkey whipped for you 😭 it’s early early morning and this is the first time you’ve stayed the night at his house and honestly you hadn’t even meant to fall asleep for that long. you’re rolling out of his bed and getting up to find your clothes that had been discarded the night before. all the walking around looking for your clothes makes rafe stir and you’d really like to be gone before he wakes up. but it’s kind of too late and he’s already rubbing the sleep from his eyes and asking you where you’re going. you’ve got your t-shirt and panties on now and you’re still looking for your shorts when you reply “home.” and he’s quickly (almost too quickly) sitting up and telling you “c’mon, just stay a little longer. then i’ll take you home.” and you refuse, telling him you’d rather leave before his family wakes up. to which he only replies “i’ll make sure you’re gone before anyone wakes up.” and although you know it’s a terrible idea for so many reasons you’re still removing your shirt and getting back under the covers with a naked rafe. and when thirty minutes go by and rafe has fallen asleep again, one of his arms now thrown over your stomach to ensure you wouldn’t leave while he was sleeping you’re still trying to roll out of the bed without waking rafe and failing terribly because he wakes up, says nothing just pulling you tighter towards his chest

[whosyourmommy69]

The Pieces We Pick Up

The last fight didn’t sound like the final one.

It didn’t end with slamming doors or shouted curses. No breaking glass. No storming out into the night. Instead, it ended in quiet. In the way Rafe stared at the floor, fists clenched at his sides, while you sat cross-legged on the couch, arms wrapped around your knees, too tired to cry.

He hadn’t even raised his voice. Maybe that’s what scared you most.

You looked at him that night, really looked and realized something had fractured long before either of you said it out loud. Somewhere between the long nights with a newborn and the loneliness of feeling like strangers in the same house, you’d both stopped reaching for each other.

“Maybe we’re just not good for each other anymore,” you had whispered.

Rafe’s jaw tightened. “Don’t say that.”

“You think I want to?” You laughed without humor, shaking your head. “But we’re not the same people anymore. And you, you’re barely here.”

“I work. I do what I have to.”

“That’s what you always say. But it’s not just about work. It’s about her. It’s about me. You don’t even look at me anymore.”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing like he couldn’t stand still long enough to face the truth. “You think this is easy for me? You think I don’t want to fix it? But I’m fucking trying, okay?”

You had stared at the carpet, trying to remember the last time he had held you without it turning into something desperate, something edged with guilt or anger. You couldn’t.

The silence stretched.

And that was it.

No final kiss, no dramatic goodbye. Just Rafe taking his jacket off the hook the next morning and murmuring something about staying at the family house for a while. Just to give you space. For things to cool down.

But they never did.

That was two years ago.

Now you stood in the doorway of your small rental home in Kildare, arms crossed as you watched your daughter, Riley, run across the yard barefoot, her curls bouncing and a bandaid on one knee. Her giggle echoed through the air like wind chimes.

Rafe’s truck pulled into the driveway, right on time. He was always punctual for her now, like he was trying to make up for all the times he hadn’t been.

He stepped out, baseball cap low over his forehead, sunglasses hooked onto his shirt collar. He looked older now, more tired, maybe. The boyish charm he once wore so easily had hardened into something more subdued, more careful.

“Hey,” he said, approaching.

You nodded. “She’s been asking about you all morning.”

“She always does,” he said, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Riley barreled into his legs with the force of a rocket, making him stagger a little as he bent to lift her up.

“Daddy!” she squealed.

“Hey, baby girl.” His voice was soft, softer than it ever was with anyone else. You watched him press a kiss to her cheek and hug her close, like he needed to feel that she was real.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely over your chest. “I packed her bag. Extra clothes, snacks, her sleep bunny.”

“You still give her that thing?”

“She still cries without it.”

Rafe smiled, brushing a hand down his daughter’s back. “She’s getting so big.”

“She’s still your baby girl,” you said quietly.

His eyes flicked to yours, and for a moment, it was like the air between you changed. A thousand things unsaid curled between you. Regret. Nostalgia. Resentment. Love, maybe, buried deep under the rubble of what used to be.

“You look tired,” he said before he could stop himself.

You arched a brow. “Gee, thanks.”

“No, I didn’t mean, I just meant, like you doing okay?”

“I’m fine, Rafe.”

It came out too fast. Too sharp.

He shifted, nodding. “Right.”

You hated how awkward it had gotten. You used to be able to read his thoughts with just a glance. Now, even small talk felt like trying to build a bridge out of glass.

“Has she been doing that thing where she pretends she’s a cat again?” he asked, eyeing the whiskers drawn on Riley’s cheek in marker.

You smiled despite yourself. “Yeah. Her teacher called to ask why she was meowing through story time.”

Rafe chuckled, the sound rich and familiar. “That’s my girl.”

“She gets it from you.”

“She gets everything from you,” he said. Then, after a pause: “The good parts, anyway.”

You glanced away, heart twisting. He always did this snuck in something sincere, something that made you want to believe maybe you hadn’t failed completely.

But then you remembered all the nights you cried alone. The weight of being both parents while he was out, spiraling. The moments you needed him and he didn’t show up.

“She asked me why you don’t live here anymore,” you said softly, not looking at him. “I told her sometimes grown-ups love each other but can’t live in the same house.”

Rafe’s face darkened. “I hate that she has to ask that.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

A long silence stretched again before he spoke. “Do you ever think about it?”

You looked at him slowly. “About what?”

“Us.”

The word hung in the air like smoke.

You sighed, arms tightening around yourself. “Sometimes. But thinking about it doesn’t change what happened.”

“I know I messed up. A lot. But I-I still think about what it could’ve been. If I’d gotten clean sooner. If I’d been stronger.”

“Rafe…”

“I love her. I never stopped. And I never stopped loving you, either.”

Your breath caught, but you didn’t let it show.

“We have to do what’s best for Riley. That’s all that matters now.”

“I know,” he said, voice rough.

He looked down at her, still clinging to his neck, her head nestled against his shoulder like it belonged there. Like it always had.

“Let me make dinner next week,” he said suddenly. “Just the three of us. Nothing weird. Just… a night where she gets to feel like her family’s whole.”

You hesitated.

Then, slowly: “Okay. One night.”

His smile was small, but real. “Thanks.”

You watched him walk her to the truck, buckling her into the car seat he’d finally learned to install properly. You waved as Riley blew kisses out the window, her little fingers wiggling wildly.

And then they were gone.

You stood on the porch long after the engine faded down the road.

Silently wishing that maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something new.