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[tyamisu]

military!rafe x sensitive!reader

warning! bad language, slightly smut

“Honey?”

He called out, grunting as he dropped his duffel bag to the floor. He sighed, bent down to untie his shoelaces, then stood up again, voice louder this time. “Honey? Darling?”

No answer.

Rafe frowned. Tugging his jacket off, he headed upstairs, calling again. “Baby? Where the hell are yo—,”

His words died the second he heard a sob from their bedroom. His heart dropped. He stormed inside—and there she was, curled on the ground, face buried in her palms as she cried.

His eyes widened. He rushed to her side and gently cradled her face, swiping the tears from her cheeks. “Baby... what happened? Why are you crying?”

She shook her head, still sobbing. Her hand touched his shoulder—wordless, needing. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist, whispering against her neck, “You’re okay now, baby. I’m here.”

For a while, he just held her, no words spoken. Just breathing, just silence.

Then, finally, she lifted her tear-streaked face from his shoulder, eyes red. “Am I just... a pit stop, Rafey?” she whispered, voice broken.

“What?” he breathed, tightening his hold on her. He shook his head hard, cupping her face. “Of course not, baby. Why the hell would you say that, huh?” His voice was rough, but there was a gentleness in his eyes.

“Talk to me. I’m not a damn mind reader, and I sure as hell ain’t a god who knows what’s in your heart. So please, baby... tell me. Everything.” There was a sternness in his tone, but also a quiet desperation—because her tears were killing him.

He wanted to rip apart whoever had done this to her.

But there was no villain here. Only her pain.

So instead, he kissed her softly, rubbing slow circles on her back. No words. Just comfort.

“Talk to me, darling. I’m all damn ears.”

She nodded weakly, then leaned into him, her cheek resting on his chest. His arms tightened instinctively.

Then she whispered, barely audible, “I... I feel like my period only comes when I expect a baby. So I... I feel like I’m just a pit stop for it. A disappointment.”

He stilled.

Pulling back slightly, he stared at her. “Are you serious?” he asked softly. She nodded, lips trembling. “Yes... I wanted a baby, Rafe.”

He sighed—loudly this time. “Honey, we’ve only been married two months. I just got back from deployment. I didn’t even have time to look at your face properly, who knows you have mole or whatever. How the hell am I gonna make you a mama, huh?”

She pouted, whining as she hit his chest gently. “But our neighbors wife is already pregnant! She’s like... a month in.”

“Because her husband had time to do God-knows-what to her, baby. And, I didn’t.” He cupped her cheek again, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve been waiting. Waiting for the right time to make love to you so good you can’t even remember what day we have been doing it.”

Then he leaned forward, kissing her slow, deliberate. “Don’t do this to me, baby. I just got home. I missed you. All I wanted was a kiss and a hug when I walked through the damn door.”

Her pout deepened, eyes glossy again. “But I’m just sad I’m not pregnant yet!”

He chuckled, finally. Shaking his head, he scooped her up bridal-style. She yelped, arms flying around his neck, giggling now as she kissed his cheek.

“Are we gonna make a baby now, baby?” she murmured against his skin.

“Yes, we are.”

this is so cringe my lord. it's originally for simon but I already done it before and three stories already... but yeah..

I'm sorry it's really cringe (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠).

thinking about making this as series 3<

[tyamisu]

I'm sorry to break your heart.. sadly I don't do part two for some reasons 🥹🥹. this story came randomly after I watched the reels on Instagram and thinking rafe definitely suitable for this scene. But, I'm sure gonna tag you if I change my mind and do part two. And, let me know if you want to be tag in another post!

rafe cameron x sensitive!reader

warning! bad language, slightly smut

“Rafe? Where are we going?”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, soft, scratchy from sleep. She sat up slowly, blinking against the hazy light filtering through the curtain. Rafe didn’t answer. He moved fast, jerky, stuffing clothes and toiletries into a backpack like a man being chased by ghosts.

She rubbed at her eyes, the oversized nightgown slipping off one shoulder. The clock on the wall said 1:07 p.m. She should’ve been up hours ago but he’d let her sleep. That meant something.

“Rafe?” she called again, pushing the blanket off her. Her nightgown clung to her skin, crumpled and thin. The air was too still. No music. No smell of his awful burnt toast.

Still, he didn’t look at her. Just grabbed their toothbrushes, the toothpaste, her face wash, and the lip gloss she always made him carry in his pocket. His hand hovered over a box of tampons. He grabbed those too.

She opened her mouth again, but the look he gave her made the words freeze in her throat. Then, softer, as if to make up for it, he leaned in and kissed her. Quick. Too quick. His hand slid up her thigh, under her nightgown, and tugged it off like muscle memory. Like he’d done it a thousand times but this time, he didn’t linger.

“We need to go,” he said, voice low but tight. “Take a shower. Get dressed. I’ll explain later.” She stepped into the shower numbly.

Rafe kept packing— her tweezers, her coquette earrings, even the necklace she always left tangled on the counter. His gaze flicked to the bathroom clock. 1:32.

“Fuck,” he muttered sharply.

“Almost done!” she called out, startled by the edge in his voice.

“Hurry the fuck up,” he snapped, already halfway out the door.

Her heart stung. It wasn’t the way he usually spoke to her. She turned off the water and stepped out, dripping and confused. “Rafe?”

No response.

She wrapped a towel around her body and found him at the window, peering through the blinds like a hunted animal. His shoulders were rigid. He held his breath every time a car passed by.

“…Are we on the run?” she whispered.

He didn’t look at her. “Yes.” Then, without pause, “Get dressed before the cops get here.”

Her heart thudded. “What—why? What did you do?” He cuts her words. “No buts. No questions. Not now.” His voice was clipped. Cold.

She backed away, stunned. Her hands shook as she pulled on the cherry-printed singlet, then her underwear and shorts. The floor creaked. She didn’t even get a chance to react before his fingers closed around her wrist.

“Rafe—ow! Stop—”

He yanked her out of the room. She stumbled, wincing. His grip was too tight—red marks already blooming on her skin. “You’re hurting me,” she whispered.

He froze. Just for a second.

Then, without a word, he scooped her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. She didn’t fight it. Not really. Outside, the bike engine was already rumbling. He set her down beside it and held out his hand, still not meeting her eyes.

“Get on.”

Her lip trembled. “I just wanted to know—”

“Baby,” he snapped, spinning around. “We gotta hit the fucking road. Get on. We’re out of time.”

She flinched. Her eyes filled with tears. Rafe saw it. Saw her chest hiccup with the effort not to cry. He cursed and dragged a hand down his face. Then he stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her cheeks, her nose, the corners of her mouth, every tear he could reach.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured into her skin. “I didn’t mean to grab you like that. I didn’t mean to yell. I just—fuck, I need you safe. I need you with me.”

She melted into him. Her hands fisted in his shirt like he was the only thing keeping her tethered to the ground. “…Okay,” she whispered. “I trust you.”

He helped her onto the bike, settling her behind him. Her cheek pressed against his back, arms wrapped around his waist like a lifeline. She was still sniffling when he revved the engine.

“I just wanted to know why you were yelling,” she mumbled, voice muffled into his shirt.

He didn’t answer right away.

Then, with a sigh, “m'sorry, baby. Gotta run away before we both gonna get arrest. I promise I will explain anything. I wasn't yelling okay? I was just frustrated that my girlfriend is too slow and cute when I'm in a rush but it's totally my fault.” He speaks, softer now. “Sleep, baby. We’ll be gone before anyone knows we were even here. And, you're gonna get your stupid pancakes and my cock later as your lunch and as my apology. Skipping breakfast is bad, baby. ”

She pretended her cheeks weren’t burning and blamed the flutter in her belly on hunger. She just nodded against him, eyes fluttering shut.

And when her grip loosened from sleep, Rafe caught her hand and tucked it to his side. “This girl,” he muttered, shaking his head but smiling.

inspo: Instagram reels

since my second fic hits 400+ notes! Thank you all! :((( people still like it even though i took 20 minutes to write it lollll but happy to see you happy reading it!

thinking about changing my name and theme (⁠๑⁠´⁠•⁠.̫⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠`⁠๑⁠).

[tyamisu]

rafe cameron x sensitive!reader

warning! bad language, slightly smut

“Rafe? Where are we going?”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, soft, scratchy from sleep. She sat up slowly, blinking against the hazy light filtering through the curtain. Rafe didn’t answer. He moved fast, jerky, stuffing clothes and toiletries into a backpack like a man being chased by ghosts.

She rubbed at her eyes, the oversized nightgown slipping off one shoulder. The clock on the wall said 1:07 p.m. She should’ve been up hours ago but he’d let her sleep. That meant something.

“Rafe?” she called again, pushing the blanket off her. Her nightgown clung to her skin, crumpled and thin. The air was too still. No music. No smell of his awful burnt toast.

Still, he didn’t look at her. Just grabbed their toothbrushes, the toothpaste, her face wash, and the lip gloss she always made him carry in his pocket. His hand hovered over a box of tampons. He grabbed those too.

She opened her mouth again, but the look he gave her made the words freeze in her throat. Then, softer, as if to make up for it, he leaned in and kissed her. Quick. Too quick. His hand slid up her thigh, under her nightgown, and tugged it off like muscle memory. Like he’d done it a thousand times but this time, he didn’t linger.

“We need to go,” he said, voice low but tight. “Take a shower. Get dressed. I’ll explain later.” She stepped into the shower numbly.

Rafe kept packing— her tweezers, her coquette earrings, even the necklace she always left tangled on the counter. His gaze flicked to the bathroom clock. 1:32.

“Fuck,” he muttered sharply.

“Almost done!” she called out, startled by the edge in his voice.

“Hurry the fuck up,” he snapped, already halfway out the door.

Her heart stung. It wasn’t the way he usually spoke to her. She turned off the water and stepped out, dripping and confused. “Rafe?”

No response.

She wrapped a towel around her body and found him at the window, peering through the blinds like a hunted animal. His shoulders were rigid. He held his breath every time a car passed by.

“…Are we on the run?” she whispered.

He didn’t look at her. “Yes.” Then, without pause, “Get dressed before the cops get here.”

Her heart thudded. “What—why? What did you do?” He cuts her words. “No buts. No questions. Not now.” His voice was clipped. Cold.

She backed away, stunned. Her hands shook as she pulled on the cherry-printed singlet, then her underwear and shorts. The floor creaked. She didn’t even get a chance to react before his fingers closed around her wrist.

“Rafe—ow! Stop—”

He yanked her out of the room. She stumbled, wincing. His grip was too tight—red marks already blooming on her skin. “You’re hurting me,” she whispered.

He froze. Just for a second.

Then, without a word, he scooped her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. She didn’t fight it. Not really. Outside, the bike engine was already rumbling. He set her down beside it and held out his hand, still not meeting her eyes.

“Get on.”

Her lip trembled. “I just wanted to know—”

“Baby,” he snapped, spinning around. “We gotta hit the fucking road. Get on. We’re out of time.”

She flinched. Her eyes filled with tears. Rafe saw it. Saw her chest hiccup with the effort not to cry. He cursed and dragged a hand down his face. Then he stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her cheeks, her nose, the corners of her mouth, every tear he could reach.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured into her skin. “I didn’t mean to grab you like that. I didn’t mean to yell. I just—fuck, I need you safe. I need you with me.”

She melted into him. Her hands fisted in his shirt like he was the only thing keeping her tethered to the ground. “…Okay,” she whispered. “I trust you.”

He helped her onto the bike, settling her behind him. Her cheek pressed against his back, arms wrapped around his waist like a lifeline. She was still sniffling when he revved the engine.

“I just wanted to know why you were yelling,” she mumbled, voice muffled into his shirt.

He didn’t answer right away.

Then, with a sigh, “m'sorry, baby. Gotta run away before we both gonna get arrest. I promise I will explain anything. I wasn't yelling okay? I was just frustrated that my girlfriend is too slow and cute when I'm in a rush but it's totally my fault.” He speaks, softer now. “Sleep, baby. We’ll be gone before anyone knows we were even here. And, you're gonna get your stupid pancakes and my kisses later as your lunch and as my apology. Skipping breakfast is bad, baby. ”

She pretended her cheeks weren’t burning and blamed the flutter in her belly on hunger. She just nodded against him, eyes fluttering shut.

And when her grip loosened from sleep, Rafe caught her hand and tucked it to his side. “This girl,” he muttered, shaking his head but smiling.

inspo: Instagram reels

since my second fic hits 400+ notes! Thank you all! :((( people still like it even though i took 20 minutes to write it lollll but happy to see you happy reading it!

thinking about changing my name and theme (⁠๑⁠´⁠•⁠.̫⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠`⁠๑⁠).

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cod x reader

"You look so goddamn sexy right now, baby."

He raised an eyebrow and glanced beside him. His wife stood leaning against the countertop, arms crossed, grinning shamelessly as her eyes slowly dragged over him, lingering on his ass longer than necessary.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he returned to washing the dishes.

"Should I take the trash out too, honey?"

Her eyes lit up. She clapped her hands once, then gave his ass a playful smack.

"You're so brilliant, baby! What a guy I married."

He jolted at the sudden smack, then laughed under his breath. Turning off the tap, he reached for her hands and pulled her in, wrapping his arms around her waist. She looked up at him with that soft, content smile she always wore when she was happy.

"Gonna be a good girl and wait on the bed while I take the trash out like my queen told me to, hmm?" He hummed. Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, soft and slow. Like he wanted to take a mental picture of her just like this.

She nodded eagerly, cupping his face and pressing a firm kiss to his lips before slipping from his hold. With a gleeful spin, like a ballerina mid-performance. She giggled her way toward the stairs.

"Better hurry, my knight! Your queen is waiting to be served!"

He barked out a laugh, shaking his head as her voice echoed through the house.

"God. I love my wife."

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simon riley

"Baby," he murmured, voice hoarse with sleep. His nose nuzzled the nape of her neck as he tightened his arms around her waist. "Wake up. It's seven already." She stirred with a groan, yawning before mumbling incoherently.

"Three more minutes, babe…" Her head sank deeper into the pillow, ignoring the way Simon's body pressed against her backside.

She grumbled, swatting at his hands—already under his shirt that she was wearing, lazily cupping her breasts. She side-eyed him from the corner of her eyes, catching the way his body shook with laughter.

"I'm going to revoke your morning kisses privilege if you don’t stop doing that," she warned, her voice stern but soft, no real bite behind the threat.

Simon held his hands up in mock surrender.

"Alright, my queen. Wouldn’t want to lose morning kiss privileges. Not when I’ve got work to get through."

She smirked, turning toward him slightly to cup his face and press a soft kiss to his lips. Murmuring against them, she whispered,

"That's what I thought."

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"Ouch! Babe!" she yelped, hands flying to her cheek as she winced in pain.

Her eyes shot to him—grinning like an idiot, palm up with a very dead mosquito squished in the center.

He just shrugged, brushing the carcass off his hand before leaning back on the couch, all smug with his arm lazily thrown over the armrest.

She grumbled under her breath, clearly annoyed. “You’re seriously insufferable. Fuck you, man.” She flipped him off, shoving her middle finger right in his face.

He laughed. Like, full-on belly laughed.

“Hey! I was helping you, okay? That little bastard was sucking your blood!” He kept laughing even as her finger stayed planted on his nose.

She rolled her eyes and turned away with a dramatic huff, arms crossed, sinking into a full sulk.

He watched her for a second, then sighed. Shifting closer, he wrapped his arms around her waist, gently pressing his palm to her stomach. His nose nuzzled against her neck as he mumbled into her skin.

“I’m sorry, ma. Didn’t mean to hurt my baby,” he cooed, pressing soft kisses along her neck. “Look at me, please?”

She turned, still frowning—though her brows lifted, unimpressed. “You’re so goddamn lucky I love you.”

He grinned, leaning down to steal a quick kiss. “Let me take care of that sting, yeah?” Another kiss, softer this time.

His hands cupped her cheeks gently, thumbs brushing soothing circles over the skin. She rolled her eyes, but she wasn’t pulling away. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into his touch, the tension in her shoulders melting just a little.

He smiled. “You like that, baby?”

She nodded, letting out a soft sigh. After a moment, she cracked her eyes open—now calmer, but with a hint of mischief.

Her gaze dropped.

Then her foot nudged his crotch.

“Why are you hard, honey?” she asked, deadpan.

He swore under his breath, biting his lip when she pressed a little firmer. His hands froze on her cheeks as he let out a helpless whine, instinctively spreading his legs.

She smirked, voice dropping into something darker. “On your knees, darling.”

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