#husband!rafe

[winterrrnight]

husband!rafe just doing the little things like turning on the car ac, tracking his wife’s period, buying her skincare products when she runs low

ouuuhhhh my goddddd I am going feral over this cause this is just so accurate!!!

part of this little universe <3

rafe is just always making sure that his lovely goddess of a wife doesn't feel out of her comfort zone at all.

she usually goes to her work before he leaves to get to the business, so while she is getting ready, he goes to their driveway to do a quick check of her car.

he checks the tires once for their air pressure, he checks the engine every now and then, checks if the car has enough gas or not (even when he got the tank full just the previous day).

if there is any issue, he gets to fixing it immediately. lets say the tank was almost empty, he would've taken it to the nearest gas station and would've bought it back before she is even done getting ready.

once he gives a green light to everything, he turns on the ac to cool the car before she comes (or the heater if it is winters).

next topic of agenda: her periods.

he always keeps a mental note of her period dates so he can estimate when she'll get them the next month.

when he knows she's going to her period in a matter of days, he does some... preparations.

preparations include stocking up on everything she craves when she is on her periods: sweets, chocolates, ice cream, candy; you name it, he has it.

if she tends to have bad cramps, he keeps hot water bottles ready for her.

at night when she feels troubled from the pain and can't sleep, he gently rubs her tummy, lower abdomen, thighs; wherever her cramps are bothering her.

if she tends to have mood swings, he stays as gentle as he can with her, always talking to her softly and just simply taking care of her.

and the last one!!!! personally I'm here for that😚he keeps a good check on her skincare products and how close they are to finishing.

he has her skincare routine memorized, he knows the steps and he knows the products and the brands she uses.

in fact I strongly hc that his wife is the one who got him into skincare too!!

"sunscreen is important and there's no way I'm letting you leave the house without it."

she only had to say it once; he always listens to his goddess.

but yeah, he keeps a check on the products, and sometimes his wife is surprised to see she has received a skincare package but then she realises she was running low on those specific products.

and if his wife likes to do make up, I feel this applies to that too!!

he heard her talking about this eyeshadow palette, and bam! it's on their porch in a few days. (probably the very same day cause he is a proud amazon prime member and wants his wife to get her gifts as quick as possible 😁).

(share any of your husband!rafe thoughts and headcanons or for drew/rafe/zach! sfw only <3)

[lolasangelz]

morning and night routine

wc: 1,537

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the house was quiet in that dark hour before the sun fully broke over the hills, the kind of quiet that only came with early mornings and tired hearts.

rafe was already up.

he always was.

the soft click of the en suite door closing behind him, the low rush of water from the sink, the quiet weight of him moving through the bedroom. georgia stirred slightly, half-asleep still, one arm flung over the empty side of the bed.

he leaned over, kissed her temple, then her cheek, then lower, against her jaw.

“i’ve got that meeting downtown,” he murmured against her skin. “i’ll be late tonight.”

gigi nodded, barely awake, but her fingers curled around his wrist for just a second before letting go. she didn’t say anything. didn’t need to.

this was their rhythm now. imperfect and normal.

he left a moment later, the front door shutting quietly behind him.

and then—

chaos.

the baby monitor crackled to life with maggie’s soft cries, followed quickly by the thump of feet down the hallway and a very awake emerson pushing the door open with all the energy of a four-year-old who’d had dreams to tell and a sibling to tattle on.

“Mommy,” he whispered loudly, climbing into the bed, “maddie’s in my things again. she took my blue dinosaur. the fast one.”

gigi blinked up at him, hair thrown across her pillow, voice still thick with sleep. “what time is it?”

“Morning time,” he said, too confidently.

a cry joined in—grayson this time, followed by the soft babble of maddie talking to herself from her room.

gigi groaned and sat up, pressing a hand to her face. she missed rafe most in these moments. not for the help, necessarily. but for the stillness he carried. the way his hand on her lower back grounded her, even when neither of them said a word.

but the kids didn’t wait for longing.

she scooped up emerson with a sleepy grunt and carried him to the hallway, barefoot and already tired. the baby was fussing now—full-throated, hungry. maddie was singing to herself, loud and off-key, and grayson had somehow taken his pyjamas off again.

mornings were relentless.

she started with maggie, the tiniest, nestled warm and wriggling in her crib. gigi pulled her close, kissing her soft round cheeks, breathing her in.

“there’s my girl,” she whispered. “what’re we mad about this time, huh? did the world end between bottles?”

in the kitchen, emerson had climbed up on a stool and was pulling cereal boxes down, maddie trailing behind him in one of gigi’s old silk scarves, claiming it made her a princess-doctor. grayson ran by naked, shrieking with delight.

“pyjamas, gray!” gigi called after him. “we keep them on now, remember?”

he giggled and didn’t stop.

she fed maggie with one arm while pouring cereal with the other, catching a falling spoon mid-air and pulling a rubber dinosaur from the garbage disposal all before 7:00 a.m.

by the time they were dressed (mostly), fed (somewhat), and emerson’s lunch packed for pre-school, she caught her reflection in the hallway mirror and nearly laughed.

her hair was everywhere. there was spit-up on her shirt. mascara still slightly there from yesterday. and still—somehow—she didn’t look unhappy. just soft around the edges. worn in the way only mothers were.

emerson tugged at her hand.

“you forgot to do my hair again,” he pouted.

she crouched down, smoothing his blond curls with gentle fingers, brushing them out of his eyes. “no, i didn’t. this is a new style. messy chic. very cool.”

he gave her a skeptical look. she kissed his forehead anyway.

they were running late, of course. gigi threw her coat over her tank top, baby strapped to her chest, chasing down shoes and jackets, sippy cups and missing socks.

and as they all spilled out the door into the cool morning light, grayson still barefoot, maddie humming to herself and maggie hiccupping against her chest, gigi paused just long enough to glance back at the empty driveway.

she missed him.

even when she didn’t want to.

but this—this circus of routine and crumbs and sticky fingers—was hers. was theirs.

and tonight, she hoped he’d come home early enough to kiss her for real.

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the house was warm with the scent of bathwater and vanilla shampoo.

gigi moved through the hallway in her socks, maggie on her hip, her other arm outstretched as grayson ran past half-dressed, water still dripping from his curls. maddie was behind him, clutching a washcloth like it was treasure, giggling when he shrieked as she chased him.

“stop running or someone’s going to crack their head open,” gigi warned, not for the first time that week, or that hour.

emerson was already in pyjamas, cross-legged on the couch with a picture book and an expression far too serious for a four-year-old. “mama, why are babies always so loud?”

maggie hiccuped in response.

“it’s her job,” georgia said, shifting the baby to her other hip and grabbing a towel from the banister. “some people are born loud. like your sister. or your father.”

she didn’t mean it with edge, not tonight. just that wistful, knowing softness that came when she said his name out loud and the house still felt full of him, even when he wasn’t there.

the day had worn her down. not in a dramatic way. just the quiet drain of keeping four small humans alive and clean and fed. her body ached. her brain was fuzzy. her shirt was still damp from bath splash and spit-up.

but the kids were laughing. the house was glowing with lamplight. and maggie was finally fed and drifting.

after grayson was wrangled into pyjamas and maddie’s hair detangled through much negotiation and one lollipop bribe, gigi dimmed the lights and called them all to the living room.

“books. ten minutes. then bed.”

maddie immediately climbed into her lap, emerson curled into her side, grayson tucked under her arm like a sleepy puppy. she held maggie in the crook of her arm, tiny and dozing. they read about bears and rainstorms and brave little foxes who always found their way home.

and for a moment, it was still. just the sound of her voice and the rise and fall of little breaths.

and then—

the front door.

soft click.

keys on the table.

she didn’t even turn. just said, “you missed bath time. grayson escaped three times. maddie stole your razor from the shower. emerson says maggie’s too loud. so basically... a normal night.”

rafe stepped into view, loosening his tie with one hand, exhaustion lining his face. but his eyes were soft.

“you look good,” he said.

gigi gave him a flat look. “i have glitter in my hair from maddie’s toothbrush cup.”

“still good.”

he came closer, crouched in front of her, brushing a hand over emerson’s curls and pressing a kiss to maggie’s head. then he looked up at gigi, eyes lingering on hers.

“i’m sorry i missed the show.”

she shrugged, shifting a bit to let grayson melt into his dad’s lap. “you didn’t miss it. it’s still going.”

he smiled at that. soft and tired. “can i help with bedtime?”

gigi leaned her head back against the couch. “you can carry gray. he’s like a sack of wet sand tonight.”

rafe scooped him up with practiced ease, whispering something into his ear that made the little boy snort half-asleep laughter. gigi carried maggie, rafe trailed with maddie and emerson, and they all shuffled up the stairs like a sleepy little parade.

twenty minutes later, the house was quiet again.

gigi stood in the doorway of maggie’s nursery, watching her chest rise and fall in that gentle, rhythmic way babies had. rafe came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder.

“we made them,” he whispered, almost in awe. “somehow.”

“not sure how they’re all still alive,” she murmured, leaning into him.

he kissed her neck, then her shoulder, then lower, breath warm and slow. “you okay?”

she nodded. “tired. in that way where it feels like i’ll never be un-tired again.”

rafe turned her gently, hands on her hips, their bodies flush in the soft hallway light. “let me take care of you tonight. just a little. nothing big. just... you and me. the quiet kind.”

gigi didn’t speak. just reached up and curled her fingers into the front of his shirt.

they made it back to their bedroom, door closing behind them, and for once, there was no rush. no fire.

gigi sat on the edge of the bed while he undid the buttons of her shirt, kissed the hollow of her throat. his hands were steady, patient, like he wanted to memorize her all over again.

when they fell into bed, it wasn’t cinematic. it was better.

it was warmth and skin and whispered things like “you did so good today” and “i’m proud of you” and “you’re not alone in this.”

he kissed the tired right off her face, held her like he couldn’t believe she was real, and when she finally tucked herself against him, bare legs tangled with his, breath steady again—

he whispered it into her hair.

“angel.”

and georgia, half-asleep, whispered back.

“you too.”

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guys someone give me requests on this au i have limited imagination!!

[starkeyisthelastname]

Dilf/Husband!Rafe thinks you deserve all the pipe. 😻

With Rafe drowning in development projects, your son’s last year playing football, and the two of you trying to plan your daughter’s upcoming sweet sixteen, getting a free weekend to spend together alone felt like a dream. Especially getting to be however loud you wanted with no kids around and your gorgeous husband feeling the need to be inside you at every possible chance.

The white sheets of the hotel’s bed were a mess as your manicured nails dug into the linen. Your poor cunt was sore from the constant stretch of his thick cock plunging in and out of you, his low grunts of pleasure behind you only making you leak more around him. You watched him in the long standing mirror of the expensive hotel room, his muscled body flexing with each thrust he gave you as his hips smacked against your ass.

“This what you needed, huh?” He asked with a breathless growl as he relentlessly pounded into your wet hole. His blue eyes met your gaze in the reflection, a smirk coming to his face as he watched you take his dick. “So goddamn beautiful baby. You deserved to be filled every fucking second. Don’t you?”

You nodded the best your dizzy head would allow you to only for your upper body to give out as your arms grew weak. Your cheek pressed against the soft mattress, huge diamond ring and glittery band shining as you reached your hand back to tap at Rafe’s abs. “R-Rafe baby… it’s too much.” You mumbled, your climax slowly sneaking up on you. It wasn’t like you wanted him to stop, but the man was huge and your cunt was sensitive. You definitely deserved it though, he was right. While two of you had a very healthy sex life, everything had been so busy lately that you had missed getting to feel him, hear him and be with him in such an intimate way. “You’re gonna make me cum baby.” You whimpered, voice muffled by the sheets. The sounds of your moans, and wetness filled the hotel room along with the sexy groans and words of your husband.

“Fuck… you sound gorgeous. Let me fucking hear you baby, tell me how much you want daddy to shoot his cum inside your perfect cunt.” His tone and little strained, which caused you to come undone with a cry to his name.

[sarahsangelicdoll]

I'm crazy about this I need a husband!rafe x reader who have twins (both boys) I need it

omg i love this !!

Ok ok let’s start with the kids. The oldest is eleven years old and his names Stephan. Stephan is definitely more of a mamas boy. Rafe’s relationship with Stephan is still good but i feel like perhaps still a bit rocky since i 100% believe that Rafe wasn’t the best father when Stephan was born.. caught up more in his work then with Stephan and was for the early years of Stephans childhood. When Stephan was around eight was when his and Rafe’s relationship was the most rocky. Stephan felt neglected by Rafe and so he often acted out whenever Rafe would try and tell him what to do. Calling him a ‘jerk’ and what not. This behaviour sparked lots of arguments between the two but eventually Rafe sat down and realized what he had to change. After this little phase of Stephans Rafe started working less and started teaching Stephan soccer and eventually signed him up for a team for Stephans ninth birthday. Wants to start playing hockey.

The youngest is Tobias though is commonly called Toby. He’s eight years old and is more of a daddys boy ! A bit bratty but very clingy. Doesn’t remember when Rafe was more absent from their lives at all. He’s a lil artist and there’s proof on the walls 💞 Also plays soccer ‘n started when he was five. Toby and Stephan both play soccer in the backyard all the time.

Rafe is a total family man, always has been. Just when Stephan and Toby were younger he was more focused on providing financially for the family. Now he’s a lot more involved in the kids life. Volunteers at school events !! shows up to all of the kids soccer practices and games. His personality is so much more relaxed, friendly and charming when with his family. He absolutely dreads being like Ward, he often overthinks whenever he has a bicker with his kids.

After his Stephan was born he definitely tried to reconnect with Sarah more. After you gave birth and he got to hold and look in Stephans eyes his mind eventually found its way drifting back to Sarah.

Long story short; having kids definitely helped him grow up and mature a bit.

ugh omg there’s so much more i wanna write for this should i make this an au??

[cute-sucker]

note: this is an unofficial part 2 of this boxer!rafe and his sweetheart <3

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boxer!rafe can't stop thinking about you pregnant, and some would say he got more protective when you did get pregnant.

you weren't showing yet, but he was always keeping a watchful eye on you, protective hand wandering to your midsection.

after the scare you gave him at the games, he watched you all the time, willfully bringing home more food than was needed, feeling willing to come back home when he heard your whines through the phone, and buying you the most beautiful sundresses ever.

sometimes the two of you would spend more time together, looking out the balcony as he smoked a cigarette, and you looked outside with a dazed expression, hand stroking your stomach. he watched the way your nose wrinkled when a trendil of smoke reached your nose.

you made a screwed face, and then looked back at rafe with a pointed look, "i don't like that."

the next day all the cigarettes in your house were gone, and he went back to boxing. it was sweet the way your small proclamation could command him to do anything. sometimes you couldn't help but test it. test how much he loved you, and how willing he was go to. you knew it was bad the way you were acting, but you ached for the attention.

so it was all to plan when you woke up craving a burger.

not just any burger. it needed to be homemade, or even one of the burgers that rafe had made you during your first date. you remember it so clearly, the way his hand scimmed past your back as he helped you chop the cucumbers, a soft hand twirling a tendril of your hair.

it was all in your head, and suddenly you needed the burger with your life. you were pawing at his chest, soft whines leaving your mouth. he woke suddenly, taking a deep inhale of air.

"what's wrong?" he muttered, words slurred with sleep. you couldn't feel but feel bad as you pouted at him. you were wearing a pretty nightgown with a bow at the top. you watched him scan your swollen body.

you were pulling all the routes as you lowered your voice, "i need a burger."

he looked at you incredulously, eyebrows raised putting his rough hand on your shoulder, "right now?"

you frowned, before rubbing your stomach, "yes."

he groaned, falling back to head head first. you bit your tongue to stop giggles from spilling out of your mouth. he was so soft with you now, and you knew that months ago he would never act like this. but you couldn't help but tug at his arm as a grunt fell from his mouth.

"do you really need it, mama?"

now you couldn't stop your smile. you loved it when he called you 'mama,' and you loved the gentle tilt of his mouth when he called you that. and you rested your head back, nodding. finally, he gave an annoyed sigh before getting out of bed.

"goddamn it," he groaned, pulling a cleaner shirt up his head. you rested at his feet watching him put on his clothes. there was something so domestic about the whole scenario. tanyhilll was full of pictures of the two of you, small pieces of the two of you.

finally, as if he realised you were watching him, he scowled looking at you. still in your nightgown with a frenzied look on your face, he seemed to sigh again.

"ah, don't you think you should change?" he murmured, hands skimming over your top. you melted at his touch, practically hopping into his lap with eagerness. he let out a laugh before gently pushing you away, "listen. you gotta change out of that. can't have you looking like that."

you gave him a cheeky smile as if it was the middle of the day instead of three in the morning. somehow you found increasing amounts of energy and rafe was always confused about how you did it all.

"look like what?"

he shook his head, eyes flashing with slight annoyance, "nah. 'm not doing that today. get up bun, 'n go change."

although he sounded demanding you couldn't help but feel your heart drum harder at his words, biting your lip as you pulled on one of his old sweatshirts.

that night you got your burger, and he got you.

please let me know if you'd like to added to the boxer!rafe taglist!!

[cameronsprincess]

Breastfeeding!kink with husband!rafe 🫠🫠🫠

this has been on my mind since you sent it, nonnie😮‍💨🙏🏼

CW: smut! 18+ only! husband!rafe, breastfeeding kink, mommy/daddy kink, slightly sub!rafe, tit and nipple play, lap grinding, praise.

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you had just gotten you and rafe’s son down for bed, finally making your way back into your shared bedroom to find your husband.

“i’ve been thinkin…” rafe says as you quietly shut the bedroom door.

you turn, a smile on your face when you find him sat in the large bed, back against the headboard.

“what about?” you ask, slowly walking toward the bed.

rafe pushes himself up, turning in the bed so his feet hung off the side. he slowly rubs the palms of his hands up and down his sweatpant-clad thighs. he seems nervous, of what? you’re not sure, but you know your husband, and whatever’s on his mind has him nervous.

“i- i uh.. i was thinkin- fuck, this is harder than i thought.”

you smile softly, moving to stand between his parted legs. “c’mon baby, you know you can ask me anything, tell me anything.” you reassure him.

his gaze moves down to your chest, a fire burning in his blue eyes as he drinks in your swollen, milk filled tits. your face heats up as you run run your fingers through his messy hair, pulling his attention away from your tits and back on your face. his blue eyes have darkened, causing a pool of arousal to soak your thin, silk sleep shorts.

“i.. well i wanna suck on your titties mama. i miss havin’ them in my mouth, and i- fuck.. what i’m trying to say is, i want you to.. to feed me.”

your lips part, your breath hitching in the back of your throat. rafe has always joked about drinking your breast milk, but he’s not done it yet. you know it’s completely normal to be curious what breast milk tastes like, or to wanna drink it because it is good for you, but hearing rafe ask you to feed him? it has your knees turning into jello and your pussy throbbing at the thought.

“you.. you wanna breastfeed?” you ask him, your fingers tangling into his messy hair, pulling just a bit to force his eyes back on yours.

rafe’s lips curve slightly at the corners, “fuck yeah i do, i think it’d be so hot, don’t you mama?”

you bite down on your bottom lip, eyes searching his for any hint of sarcasm, but you see nothing but fire, lust and truth behind his bright blue eyes.

“if that’s what you want, daddy, then i’m fine with it.”

rafe’s smile grows, his large hands gripping at your thighs and pulling you closer into him. he runs his hands up your thighs slowly, reaching the hem of your tank top. he pulls the tight material up and over your head, exposing your bare chest. his eyes heat up as they scan your chest, and his dick twitches in his sweats when your nipples harden.

“fuck, mama, i fuckin’ love these tits.” he groans, his hands reaching up to palm both breasts.

he lightly squeezes at them, pinching your nipples between his fingers and rolling them around, causing you to hiss in a breath. you’re so full, and it kind of hurts, but you can’t deny the jolt of pleasure that shoots straight through your body, making your already soaked pussy throb.

“c’mere mama, sit in my lap.”

you quickly obey, climbing into your husbands lap, straddling him. rafe turns his body on the bed, his hands on your ass and keeping you in place so you move with him.

he gently grabs your tits again, softly kneading them in his hands, loving the sweet sounds that flow freely from your lips as he does.

“rafe… please?” you beg, wanting— no needing — to feel his lips wrapped around your sensitive nipples.

“my wife is so needy, yeah? want me to suck on these pretty nipples, drink mommy’s milk?”

“pl-ease.” you whimper.

“whatever you want, sweetheart.”

a loud moan escapes you when rafe’s tongue flicks at your nipple. he lets out a slow breath, his cock twitching underneath you. “fuck, grind on my lap, mama. please.” rafe begs.

you have no issue giving him what he wants. you begin moving your hips against his lap, the soaked material of your shorts rubbing against his hard cock through his sweatpants.

he groans, dipping his head down and flicking his tongue against your nipples again before finally sucking the right one into his mouth. you moan, throwing your head back as rafe continues to suck on your nipple.

he sucks and licks, loving the way you sound and how your hips sloppily grind against his covered cock while he drinks the milk from your tits. releasing your nipple from his mouth with a pop, his heated blue eyes find yours again.

“tastes so fucking good, mama. fuckin’ obsessed with everything about you.”

your fingers find his hair again, tugging at it when he reattaches his lips to your left nipple this time. you grind your pussy against his dick harder, loving the way it feels as he sucks on your nipples, drinking your milk. you never thought this would be something you’re into, but rafe has proved he can easily make you love anything.

his dick twitches underneath you and he groans, sucking harder. his eyes are squeezed shut, his fingers harshly digging into your hips as he cums, making a mess of his boxers and sweats.

rafe continue to suck on your nipples, switching back and forth between both sides before he finally releases them from his lips. his heavy breathing fills the large bedroom, his heavy eyes on yours as a smile forms on his lips.

“thank you, mama. i fuckin’ love you.” he groans before sucking your right nipple back into his mouth, drinking more of your milk.

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[sexilene]

husband!rafe and your kids attempt to prepare you a mother's day surprise! 💐

rafe sets down your daughter so she's sitting on the table after helping her put up some pastel ribbons, hearts and banners for decoration so he can walk over and check on the pancakes your son was in charge of.

"hey bud, those pancakes are lookin' a little...come on dude" he looms over the boy and put his hand on top of the little backwards baseball cap over your sons head. 

"it's supposed to be mickey mouse!"

"well it looks like a sad bear...think mom will think they're cute?" rafe makes a face and turns his head to see more of the "sad bears" already on a plate.

"what do i know!?" your son shrugs and drops a few more chocolate chips onto the cooking pancake.

"ehh s'alright we'll just cover'em in syrup, whipped cream or something" rafe reasons with himself when your son arm swings back after trying to flip like a chef, ironically the most decent looking pancake flies to the opposite wall and splat! its ruined. 

"aw man!" your son whines and rafe gasps dramatically. "careful!! jesus!!" he rushes over to clean the mess on the wall when your daughter screams and points to the oven. both rafe and your son's heads turn quickly to where she's pointing. "what? what's wrong baby?" rafe asks all panicked.

"dad! the oven!" your son backs away from the pancakes as the oven pours out black smoke, the french toast on fire. "what is that!?" your son furrows his eyebrows and runs to open a window. "its the french toast- or it was." rafe's face hardens in concentration, hoping the fire alarm wouldn't go off and wake you up, he grabs a towel to start to "put out the fire" or "cool it down" but that just makes the fire worse causing the alarm to ring. your daughters hands fly to cover her ears as she sits there watching, your son grabs the water in the glass jar on the table and hands it to rafe who splashes it on the flaming french toast. 

"what's going on!?" you walk into the kitchen in you nightgown, picking up your daughter and holding her on your hip. the alarm still ringing, you turn your head to see your son stood on a chair trying to get the smoke away from the alarm to get it to stop. "go back to bed mama! everything's fine!" rafe shouts over the ringing and closes the oven quickly, he takes your daughter into his arms so he can shoo you away. 

"kay guys, what do'we got?" rafe sighs after sorta cleaning up the mess and sits on the table with his kids. "we've still got the pancakes." your son points to the now broken plate with ruined pancakes due to the commotion earlier. 

"uh nah bud, we've gotta scrap that." 

"i have bubblegum grampa gave me for easter!" you daughter lights up as she offers. "no princess, you keep your bubblegum, we'll think of something else." rafe smile and smooths his hand over her messy baby hairs.

"well there's vanilla ice cream in the freezer and at least a few chip's ahoys in the pink jar." you son's eyebrows shoot up at the realization. "and strawberry wafers above the fridge." the boy points to where the wafers where supposed to be hidden. 

"right, that works..." rafe smiles and picks up your baby girl to place on his hip and give a bunch of kisses to. 

"oh my goodness! whats this!" you smile brightly sitting in your bed, pausing the movie you were watching as you see your little family come through the door, your daughter runs up to your side and hands you a card she made with glitter and lace. "thank you baby this is very sweet." you place the card against your heart momentarily, rafe walks up and places a silver tray on your lap with little scoops of ice cream, wafers and cookies. "happy mothers day mama" rafe smiles, quite proud of the little breakfast they managed to come up with last minute. 

"thank you baby" you continue to smile, reaching your hand out to place on rafe's cheek as he bends down to give you a kiss. "there's more ice cream if you want s'more after, happy mother's day!" your son says smiling showing all his teeth and handing you a bouquet of casablanca lilies and a few of his baseball cards that he considers presents, you giggle and reach over to embrace him as well.

"s'very nice of you guys, so many beautiful mother's day presents!" you tell your kids.

"its not over yet, i've got s'more gifts for you in the living room." rafe grins and hands you a spoon for the ice cream. "i love you do you know that?" he asks and you nod.

"i do, and i love you, all of you guys very much. what happened in the kitchen earlier? everything okay?" 

"i just wanna say again, i love you so very much." rafe smiles innocently ❤️

i wanna marry himmm

[fictionalmenxyn]

hi can you write rafe x wife. Happily married and have 3 teen kids. Sons friends comes over and talks about mom as milf( idk maybe something else up to u) and Rafe and his wife hear it! Then Rafe f*cks her

of course I can!!

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ఌ𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧ఌ

Pairing: husband!rafe x wife!reader

Warnings: SMUT, language, p in v, fingering, no mentions of protection (be safe, wrap it before u tap it!), breeding kink, dirty talk, possessive/jealous Rafe.

Feel free to send more reqs! Thinking of doing dad!Rafe so send me things you’d like to see! Or more husband!rafe idm! Anything!

🝮🝮🝮

Just getting home from work, you got out of your Range Rover. Collecting your handbag, laptop and some papers from the back seat.

You headed into yours and Rafe’s estate. Walking through the front door. You already knew your three sons had friends over. Your eldest, Cody had asked you over text. You slip your heels off by the door and walk through the large foyer and over to the spacious living room. You smiled as you saw your boys Cody (17), Morgan (16) and Ollie (14 1/2). You spoke “hey boys, you all having fun?” They all said their “heys” and “yeah, thanks”.

You subtly noticed the way their friends eyed you up. Teenage boys never really cared if you saw them checking woman out. Well, these lot didn’t. You looked over to the attached large kitchen, smiling as you see Rafe.

You walked over, putting your things onto the counter. Rafe was leaning forward. His elbows on the counter as he watched the tv from the kitchen as your sons and their friends had soccer on. You walked over to Rafe. Smiling as you put your hand on his back. “Hey, love, you ok?” He turns his head to look at you. His famous grin plastered on his face. “Yeah, all good, how’s work?” He pulls you by the waist. Giving you a soft but firm kiss, showing you how much he missed you since you left this morning. You pull away to answer “good, made some great photos today, all I have to do is change the lighting and tone..” he smiled and pecked your lips “good, can I watch it while you do it?”

Rafe loved what you did. You were a photographer for models, perfume/jewellery commercials or fashion designers. You took the photos and edited them to put on magazines or advertisements. He loved how much you enjoyed your job to.

You nodded “of course, Rafey” he smiled “good girl..” you pecked his cheek.

You sat at the island counter, going through the photos on your laptop. As Rafe leaned against the counter, arms crossed, taking the occasional sip from his drink.

You both overheard Cody and his friend talk. His friend, Jack, asked “dude, is that your older sister or something?” Cody asked “who?” Jack replied “the one that’s in the kitchen with your dad.” Cody shook his head “nah man, that’s my mom.” Jack replied “no fucking way?? She’s so hot, dude, your mom is such a milf, no joke.”

Rafe practically chocked on his drink, as your eyes widen and press your hand to your forehead. A quiet gasp escaped your lips. What did Jack just say? You couldn’t be going mad, Rafe heard the same thing.

Cody spoke “shut up! Don’t say that!” Jack shrugged nonchalantly “dude, I’m just saying, I’d tap that if I could.”

Your eyes widen, Rafe’s jaw clenched. Rafe didn’t need to be and wasn’t jealous… not exactly… he just didn’t like the fact that a seventeen year old friend of your sons had just said that about you… his wife, the mother of his children, his childhood friend, his lover…

Through the rest of the day, Rafe stuck to your side. You’d changed into some sweats and a crop top. Once you were done you both sat on the couch; Rafe next to you. He had his arm around you the whole time. Occasionally kissing your cheek or temple. Showing the boys, your his. He’s the one that put that beautiful diamond ring on your finger. He’s the one that put three beautiful and handsome boys in you. He helped you create life. He’s the one that gives you happiness.

🝮🝮🝮

Soon after, the sun started to set. Your three sons had asked both Rafe and yourself if they could stay the night at one of the boys house. Rafe agreed and told them to be safe and have fun.

As soon as he had shut that front door. You were in for a real treat tonight. Rafe walked back over to the couch. He put his one knee on the seat and he placed a hand on the side of your neck. His cold metal of his rings and watch press gently into your warm neck. He crashes his lips into yours like a starved man. His tongue quick to be shoved into your mouth. You knew what he was up to. You could tell it from the exact moment Cody’s friend said what he said about you.

You knew Rafe since day one, knew him better than he knew himself. So you knew what he was doing. And you were definitely not complaining.

Rafe placed one hand one your thigh and guided you so you laid back on the couch. While he stayed on top of you. He groaned against your lips. He mumbled “‘m gonna make you feel so good, baby” you gasped softly when you feel Rafe’s hips press against yours. He puts his free hand from your thigh, moving it to the waistband of your sweats.

Putting his hand down your sweats he could feel the material of your panties and your soft, wet skin. He groaned “you wearing the black lace ones?” You nodded. He grinned “all f’me…mine” you mumbled “yes, Rafey…”

His fingers slowly move up and down against your heat. You moaned softly. You gasp when you felt his middle finger slip in. He tilted his head and started to kiss along your neck. He groaned, his finger slowly pulling in and out. As he inhaled the sent of your vanilla perfume, he groaned once again. He mumbled against your soft skin “feel so good on my finger, want another, babe?” You nodded. He replied “words. y/n.” You whispered “another, please, Rafe” he slipped his ring finger in. Causing you to gasp softly.

After a few more seconds he pulled his fingers out. You whimpered, he grinned “oh we aren’t done, just wanna take you upstairs… prefer the bed.” Your mouth practically waters as you watch him move his fingers to his mouth. Cleaning you off his digits.

He picks you up, over his shoulder. Taking you upstairs and not wasting anymore time.

Placing you down on the bed, he was quick to take your clothes off. All piece of clothing on the floor. While he starts to take his off, you watched in awe. Your reaction to him will always be the same. It’s like looking at him for the first time, over and over. You never got tired of him. Never have and never will.

You watched as he was swift to remove his boxers. His huge length springing free. He moved onto the bed. His lips go to yours as his hand moves to his length. Pumping it a few times, then lining up with your entrance. You gasp as he started to push in. Once he was all the way in he leaned over you. His chain dangles by your chin. His hands either side of your shoulders. His biceps flex as he looks down at you.

“You’re so pretty under me, sweetheart.” You moaned softly as he slowly started to move in and out. He chuckled lowly “you know, what the boys said… was right..” he groaned. “You are a milf… my milf… such a hot momma, baby… I know you want another… want me to give you one?” You moaned as he picked up the pace a little more. “Words, sweetheart.” You nodded “yes, fuck! Want another…”

He moaned hearing your words, “fuck Y/n, I’ll give you another… I’ll fill you up, make your baby bump come back. Love you baby bumps… every one of them…” you moaned. His one hand moves to your lower stomach, pushing on the bulge on your lower abdomen. Causing you to moan, as he goes deeper.

He picks up his pace, he moaned “fuck, gonna make you pregnant again. Wanna see you with my baby in you again.” He goes harder. “Fuck can feel you round me, that make you excited, baby? Thinking of me getting you pregnant again?”

You nodded, grabbing onto his bicep. Nails digging into his tan skin. He groans at the feeling. He spoke “gonna give ya a girl this time, I wanna girl, so I can spoil you both, yeah? Let you two have the world.” You moan “oh Rafey!” He grinned. “Yeah? Like that?” You nodded. He leaned back. Grabbing your hips, guiding you against him as he thrusts into you.

He can feel your close, “gonna come f’me? Let me have it, sweetheart. You do that f’me and I’ll do it for ya..” you placed your hand on his chest. Then holding his chain. Wanting him closer, he knew you well. He knew that meant you were about to finish. He leaned down. You moaned “fuck, gonna-” “do it, finish over my cock f’me, love…” those words hit you like a brick wall. Every. God. Damn. Time.

And he knew it too.

You moaned one last time, then finishing. Causing you to tighten around him. He chased his realise and finished inside you.

He moaned as he slowed his pace. Still thrusting, just slowing down. Chasing both of your climaxes. Once he came to a spot. You had you usual ‘thank you’. He kissed both cheeks, then your forehead, temples, chin, nose and then your lips. He mumbled against your lips “you ok? Feel good, baby? You did so good..” You nodded “so good.”

He gently pulled out, causing you both to inhale sharply. He gently picked you up. Going ahead and doing your aftercare. For all the time you both knew each other. And past Rafe, with his many hook ups. Not once did he do aftercare. But for you? His childhood friend to girlfriend to fiancée to wife to mother of his children?

He’d give you the world, he’d kill for you. Protect you. Die for you, live for you. He’d do anything for you. Even if it’s as simple as aftercare. He loves you. You love him.

🝮🝮🝮

[strawberrymatchawhore]

baby

summary- babying your "tough" hubby rafe.. maybe some freakydeakyness at the end

note- this is the complete opposite of the rafe ive been writing about LMAOOO.. this man is SO BAD help me

it was 2am and you were in your bedroom scrolling on your phone, a random netflix show playing in the background. you've been waiting for your husband to get home for hours, being the wife to the chief of police did have its negatives. this was one of them.

you heard footsteps walking up the stairs and immediately turned off your phone, throwing the covers over yourself you pretend to be asleep. the door opens and you feel the weight of the bed shift.

"hey baby. sorry for getting home so late" rafe says giving your forehead a kiss, you jokingly ignore him.

"c'mon now i know youre awake.. get up and hold me." he begged tiredly, you couldnt help but giggle at how desperate he sounded.

"fine." you mumbled into the sheets but stayed in your position, he hugs you putting all of his weight on your body.

"okay okayy, i got it. now get off me you fatty." you whined, pushing his large frame off of you. you leaned against the bed frame and opened your arms, the both of you adjusting to a more comfortable position. which was the both of you propped up against a pillow.

"im so tired." he yawns into your chest, you played with his hair as the both of you stayed in silence.

"i know you are, you need a day off. youve been working too hard." validating him, his hand plays with the ribbon of your pajama shorts.

"see? youre still in your uniform, youre gonna make the bed dirty." you patted his back and drew circles on it.

"what, you want me take it off? if you wanted to see me naked you couldve asked sweetheart." he looked up at you and smirked. you glared at him, lightly slapping his arm.

"not what i meant.." you blushed.

"youre so cute you know that rafey, honestly when i look at you i just want to eat you." you confessed and massaged his temples, his face nuzzles into your chest even further. clearly he was blushing as well.

"i dont know how i got so lucky, im so glad i have a such a beautiful boy in my life. everything about you is just perfect." you cooed admiring his sculpted face, the way his plump lips curled into a smile.

"stopppp" he whined. you couldnt help but pull out your phone and take a picture. because if you didnt, who wouldve believe that your 6'2 husband loved to be babied like this? not like you were going to show anyone, its just for your eyes only. you wanted to cherish this moment forever.

"did you just take a picture?"

"let me see it." he shot up and reached for your phone. you put your phone under your pillow and laid on it, making sure he wasnt able to grab it. the two of you started play fighting.

"nooo please, you look so cute. let me keep it!!" you laughed, he started to tickle you. and you slowly started to fall off the bed. your legs wrapped around his waist and dragged him down, if you were gonna fall he was going to come down with you.

the laughing coming from you both died down and you looked up at him, what a funny position. you both were on the floor and he was in between your legs hovering over you.

rafe leaned downed and passionately kissed your lips, his hand starts to play with your shorts. you eventually pull away and slap his hand.

"nuh uh. go shower first. you stink." you got up to your feet then helped your boyfriend get up as well. you looked up at rafe with your head tilted, what was this man plotting?

"not unless you join me.. you cant say no" he quickly said and grabbed you by the waist. hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you to the master bathroom.

"ahhh! rafe stop!!" you busted out laughing, kicking your feet as he practically dragged you to the shower. he put you down and turned on the warm water, it poured over you both. you furrowed your eyebrows.

"great now my clothes are all wet." you pouted crossing your arms over your now soaked tank top.

"more reason to take it off... lift your arms f'me"

[lindsaynathi0n]

NDA: Inspired by @starkeyisthelastname (English is not my native language!!)

The way husband!Rafe would fuck you if he hadn't seen you in days. 😁

He probably would've had you while you were taking a shower. At first, he would've been gentle, wrapping his big arms around you and kissing your neck open-mouthed lovingly.

Things start to heat up when he begins to hear you moaning his name. The fact that his hard dick is pressed against your ass wasn't very easy.

He would growl in your ear and say, "I've missed that, princess. Not being able to touch you for so long might have killed me."

Your legs become too weak to hold your body, so he would make you lean against the wall and press his body against yours, biting your shoulders with the sole purpose of marking you as "his".

He would gently lift your leg to be able to enter you, going slowly and taking his time to memorize every inch of you, your moans, every little reaction your pussy has when he hits that spot that makes you feel tighter than ever before.

You would moan his name, and he would tighten his grip on your hips. He would lean in to your ear and say in a low, sensuous voice, "Say it again, say it like you mean it."

He would turn you around so you're facing him, taking your jaw in one hand, and then he would throw his head back to watch his dick enter you with desire. His other hand would reach between your legs to rub your clit, making sure you‘ll like it

He would groan while looking into your eyes, "I'm going to make you scream until you lose your voice." And then, he would become rougher. His thrusts would become harder, faster, and more powerful, making you cling onto his shoulders for dear life.

He would growl while bringing his head into your neck, and with each scream you let out, he would increase the pace, to the point that your poor little hole couldn't handle it anymore.

If you don't scream loud enough? No problem, he'll yell "Louder, I want to hear you scream my fucking baby name!" And if you don't comply, he might even slap your face to make you scream.

Not hard enough to truly hurt you, but enough to bring you back to reality and make you focus on the intense pleasure he's giving you.

You would scream his name and he would just— lose control, he wouldn't hold himself back anymore. He grab you by the thighs and carry you to your bed, not caring about the fact that both of you are drenched.

He would throw you on your back and pull your hair, pushing into you with a brutal yet sensuous rhythm. The headboard would bang against the wall with each thrust, creating a symphony of sounds that only intensified the moment.

He would watch your eyes roll back and laugh as he felt your fingers scratch his back like a wildcat. His hips would snap back and forth, his thick hardness repeatedly striking your spot, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

He would lean into your ear and whisper in a low, husky voice, "I won't be gentle with you princess, I want you to feel me for days." Those words would ignite a fire in you, your core clenching in response, the dirty promise making your heart race.

And with that, he would speed up his pace, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied and powerful, his promise hanging in the air like a challenge as he pounds into you with reckless abandon. The room would fill with the sounds of your screams and his groans, the bed shaking violently beneath you.❤︎︎

Thank god the children are at their friends' place, giving you the freedom to scream and moan in pleasure as he brings you to the edge of ecstasy. 😇

☔︎︎✈︎

MY COMMAND ARE OPEN!!

[winterrrnight]

you are obsessed with your husband’s freckles <3 more on this! <3 a husband!rafe x wife!reader blurb <3 cw: none! just a lot of fluff, intentional use of lower case <3 dedicated to the one and only @chenslucy; happy birthday anna!! 💐 I love love love you and i know I am late, but this is my small token of gratitude of how supportive you've been since the beginning 🦕

part of this little universe <3

the moonlight cascades over the white sheets under which you and your husband are snuggled close to each other. it’s nearing 2 in the morning, and rafe is asleep with his bare back facing you, your arm slinging over his waist and your face nestled against his back as you let his warmth flood over you completely.

you watch his body rise and fall with each relaxing breath he takes in his deep slumber, your own mind at complete peace watching him take his proper rest.

the silver glow casting through the windows of your bedroom dances along rafe’s skin, the small freckles littered all over his shoulders lighting up under the moonlight. you gently run your fingertips over the freckles, letting out a soft sigh as you feel his skin under your own touch. his skin is a complete contrast to his brooding demeanor; it feels so soft and supple beneath your touch that you glide your fingertips effortlessly over his shoulders.

his freckles though, as always, stand out the most to you as you shower them with your gentle touch. you reach out with the fingertip of your index finger and gently tap over each freckle as you quietly count them under your breath, something you do often when you find yourself awake late at night. it helps you fall into a slumber yourself, the activity feeling equivalent to counting sheep. sometimes, you find this small activity distracting you from your stresses and anxieties, your mind busying itself with wanting to know the exact number of freckles littered over his shoulders which over the course of time helps you feel more relaxed over the little things that are bothering you.

your finger trails over to his other shoulder to resume the count, the numbers progressing under your breath as you tap every freckle you can spot under the pale light of the moon.

you reach what you assume is the last freckle and stop the count, letting out a deep exhale as you finish the count. each time you do this certain activity, you turn up with a different number, although the result is always quite close to all the other results you get. some freckles go unnoticed by you, and sometimes you spot new ones that you are sure weren’t there before. but that’s the beauty of it; it’s not a predictable activity, it gives you a new conclusion every single time, and that makes you appreciate the freckles on his body even more.

you lean closer and press your lips gently to the freckles, peppering the softest kisses over the smooth skin. your heart is almost bursting with your deep love for him as you press kisses over kisses, starting to feel his body gently shift in bed.

he slowly starts to turn on his back and you pull back from his shoulder, watching his eyes slowly open and sleepily meet yours.

“hey,” he murmurs, his voice carrying the raspy tinge it always does after he wakes up.

“hey,” you murmur back, resting your head on his chest and he wraps an arm around your shoulders to keep you close.

“can’t sleep?” his soft voice reaches your ears as you shake your head against his chest, feeling him look down at you through his barely open eyes.

you look up at his face, your eyes trailing down his shoulders as you gaze upon the freckles again. your hand reaches up to run your fingers over them just like you were doing just a few moments ago. rafe lets out a deep exhale at your actions, feeling your fingertips circling over his shoulder in the most soothing fashion, his eyelids threatening to droop again.

“it’s okay, sleep,” you whisper as you watch how hard it is getting for him to keep his eyes open. rafe makes a feeble attempt to say something, but his tiredness wins over and he drifts off again, the feeling of your touch lulling him into sleep faster than ever.

you smile softly as you hear his breathing getting even, his heartbeat thumping rhythmically against your ear. you start to gently count the freckles again, tapping your fingertip over each spot just like how you always do. the counting falls perfectly in rhythm with his soothing heartbeat, and before you know it, you feel your own eyelids getting heavier, your entire body relaxing under the feeling of his comforting embrace.

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tagging everyone who wanted this specific fic 🥰: @maddsxfall , @zyafics , @destrolid , @drewsephrry , @ihe4rttwd <3 thank you so much for your support! 🌟

[mycameron]

rafe is secretly the biggest loverboy. he’s the type to constantly buy you flowers to make sure you always have fresh ones, do absolutely everything you say, and remember everything about you. oh, and he’d 100% drown you with millions of compliments every day.

[starkeyisthelastname]

omggg plss write more about husband dilf!rafe 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

did i mention he has a rough side? 😵‍💫😍

“Keep it down. Yeah? Been waiting too goddamn long.” Rafe’s breathy voice spoke behind you has he buried his thick cock into your wanting cunt. With the loud moans you started to let out as soon as he began giving you those insane thrusts, you knew you were in trouble. He had a rough day and he could barely wait after he got home to get you upstairs, in that huge bed and pound your sweet hole out.

His large hands gripped your fleshy hips, watching that gorgeous ass bounce against his toned lower stomach as he fucked you harder. He couldn’t help but groan, his mouth parting slightly as he made you take it. The headboard hit the wall as he planted his feet firmly on the mattress to hit it a deeper angle. You let out a loud gasp, expensive nails digging into the plush white sheets as your cunt was so full.

“Rafe… please baby. Y- you know I can’t keep quiet. W-when you fuck me like that.” You mumbled, words a mess as he was still able to make you completely cock drunk with his huge dick. You were trying your best, even reaching for a pillow to cover your mouth with only to get yanked backwards. He loved to push you over the edge, knowing he’d get you to shut up before two teenagers were woken up to the sounds of their parents. You dropped your head with a low whine, your head dizzy at the crazy amount of stamina your gorgeous husband had.

“Get the fuck back here and quit runnin’. I’ll fuck you however I want and if I tell you to be quiet so you don’t wake the fucking kids up, then you do it.” His tone a little more rough as he gave you a hard smack to your ass cheek.

[itsthestutterforme]

“School Daze” (Husband!Rafe Cameron x black!reader) 1/2

Summary: The school gives your husband, Rafe, a call saying your child has gotten into some trouble.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, sexual themes (oral sex, car sex, riding), Rafe being a sofie

Y/C/N= your child’s name

**

“Y/C/N did what?!” you yelled into your phone, stopping in the middle of the grocery aisle.

“She punched that boy named James in the face.” Rafe explained calmly.

Maybe a little too calmly. Almost as if.. he encouraged this.

“And now she’s suspended?”

“Yep,”

“For a week?”

“Yep,”

“And you’re just okay with that? What if this stays on her permanent record, Rafe?”

“It won’t,” he attempts to reassure.

“You’re insufferable,” you sighed, brushing your curls away from your neck as you regained your composure.

And it was starting to work until you heard man’s voice say, “Really, right in the middle of the aisle, lady?”

Your head spun around so quick, you’re surprised it didn’t snap.

“Oh I’m sorry. Are your legs broken? Go down another aisle. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit today.” You snapped.

The man opened his mouth to say something until you narrowed your eyes at him. It was a look you gave Y/C/N often and it worked like a charm every time.

It basically said ‘Try me. I dare you.’ The man quickly closed his mouth and turned down another aisle like you so politely suggested.

“Well that was harsh,” Rafe teases, still over the phone.

The fucker was smiling. You can hear it in his voice.

“No, what’s going to be harsh is the talk I’m goin to have with you when I get home.” you stated, finally walking down the aisle and stood behind the next person in line for self check out.

“Well sorry to burst your bubble sweetheart. But we have a parent conference with the principal at four. The teacher apparently ‘strongly suggested’ to keep Y/C/N in class for the rest of the school day.” He explains.

“And what about James? Is he suspended too?”

“He should be, but no. It’s just Y/C/N getting expelled.”

“I’m not going to let that slide. Y/C/N didn’t hit him just for the fun of it… right?”

“No, that kid has been terrorizing her since the school year started,”

“What?!” You exclaimed, earning starts in your general direction.

“What the hell are you looking at? Mind your business.” You smart, and those heads quickly returned back to looking forward.

“Why didn’t she tell me?”

“Because she didn’t think you would believe her,” Rafe’s words were liked a hot knife in your chest.

You knew he didn’t mean it in a way to hurt you. He was just being honest. That’s one of the things you loved about Rafe. He was going to tell you how it is, whether you’re ready to hear it or not.

You always wondered why Y/C/N was so close to Rafe and not you. Sure, daddy’s little girl was a thing but it didn’t seem right.

You were the strict parent of the pair, so you just thought that she chose to hang out with Rafe more because he was more relaxed than you were.

But learning the truth made your heart hurt. Your daughter didn’t trust that you would believe her.

“Y/N?” Rafe calls over the phone.

“Oh..” you said in defeat.

“The line is moving. I’ll call you when I get to the car.” You added.

“Nah, don’t shut down on me, sweetheart. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I don’t want to say over the phone. And I’m sure you’re busy so I’ll let you go.”

“I never too busy for you. Never. I’m on my way, just stay there.”

**

Looking out of the window, Rafe occasionally sending you glances as one of his hands rested on the steering wheel while he drove.

“Feeling better now?” He questions and you took a sip of your caramel drizzle latte he bought you.

“Much better, baby. Thank you,”

The truck screeches to a stop at the red light and Rafe took the opportunity to take your chin into his hand, his wedding band shining under the sun light.

“You and Y/C/N are my life, okay? But before her, there was you. And I need to know if you’re okay or not because I can’t do this without you.” He confessed, his steel blue eyes weighing with concern.

“You are an amazing Mom and an even better wife. Don’t you ever doubt that. If you want to have a better relationship with Y/C/N, it won’t take as much time as you think. She’s not scared of you. She’s scared of disappointing you.” He adds and the light turns green, but he steals a kiss before driving down the road to your child’s school.

You looked down at the croissant sandwich and box of donut holes Rafe bought you from your favorite coffee shop piled in your lap along with a Ginvenchy bag.

You married the love of your life. He read you like an open book even when your natural instinct was the shut down and pull away.

You peeked down at your watch before looking at Rafe.

“What?” He questions, raising a brow at you.

“Looks like we have thirty minutes until the meeting.”

An amused smile made its way to his lips.

“Baby number two?” You suggested.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, sweetheart.” He says, making an illegal U-turn to go back home.

“Wait, we might not have time to go home.” You said and Rafe’s eyes darkened. “Our usual spot then?”

“Our usual spot,”

**

“Rafe, please,” you moaned out, attempting to move away from his eager lips on your puffy folds.

Once he parked at the pier, you leaned your seat back until it connected to the back seat. Rafe came around to yourself and pushed you into the backseat.

Soon after he laid down on his stomach and pulled your panties down your legs to eat you out.

He grips your thighs harshly pulled you back down onto his face.

“Come on, sweetheart. Give me another one.” He says, shoving two fingers into your pussy and curling them while he kitten licks your clit.

He pried your legs open by resting his elbows on your inner thighs so you had nowhere to go.

“Rafe! Oh God,” you choke, your body seizes under his persistence licks. He sends one last lingering suck to your clit before taking his fingers out of you.

He laps your juices from your thighs and releases his grip that was keeping your legs open.

You sink into the seat as you caught your breath and Rafe climbs over you, chuckling at your state.

“You sure you’re ready for me?” Pulling him closer to you, you kissed him warmly before telling him, “Lay in the back seat.”

He climbs over you, careful not to accidentally crush you. When you climbed into his lap, your watch face turned on and it read 3:52 p.m.

You had eight minutes to get to the meeting. You had two options: leave now and definitively make it in time or give Rafe the ride of his life and rush to the meeting.

Rafe watches the gears turn in your head as you contemplated.

“We don’t have to do anything right now, sweetheart-“

“You might want to hold onto the arm rest.”

[cute-sucker]

you loved the bunnies. 

as they huddled together, their little bodies on top of each other. their cage was bombarded with bunnies who scampered on one other, sniffing and squeaking sometimes. 

you loved it. they were so cute and fluffy, and could barely handle yourself, as you hung onto rafe's hand, begging him to take you to the bunnies. it was your friend's party, and for one of the parts, they brought tiny bunnies who you could play with. 

after all, rafe had brought them up. 

"y'know there's a party tomorrow," rafe murmured, tucking his credit card in his pocket, you flittered next to him rolling your eyes, your pretty manicured hand travelling up his chest. 

"don't wanna go," you whispered, sitting on your shared bed. at this rafe gave you a firm look, before laying down next to you. to be honest, although you were fully a kook, you hated going to those stuffy parties.

it was only another chance for people to make fun of you, or bother you about marrying rafe. your big ring was there to remind people that there was one of many reasons they should be nice to you. at least that's how rafe put it when he found you crying after being bullied at the party. 

so that was how you felt, yet you watched rafe pursed his lips, "i think it would be nice to have my wife at my side." 

you laughed at this, liking the way he referred to you as his wife, "c'mon that's not fair. you can't call me that. i'm your fiancé," you murmured, getting on your tip toes to kiss rafe on the nose. your nightgown was basically see through, as you swayed closer to him. 

he groaned, before pulling you in, "c'mon kid, you know you can't tease me like that," and pulled you in for a real kiss. 

you loved giving rafe kisses, and you especially liked it when he was nice to you. there was a way that his eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks, and his hands got real soft and close to your chest. it felt like summertime when he kissed you. sweet times, like a mango ice cream dripping down your lips. 

suckled honey, or even better wishes that came true. 

finally, he let go of you, and you felt dazed still gasping as you nuzzled into his chest. 

"there's bunnies at the party," he murmured into your skin. 

so there you were cooing at the bunnies as rafe was broodingly staring at you. it was a small cycle, and quickly enough you called him over. he looked close to rolling his eyes. 

"this is what you've abandoned me for?" rafe mused, pointing at the little bunnies cuddling each other. you nodded a bright smile of your face, your hands cupping your face. in all honestly, you wanted him closer, to feel his warmth but this was an excuse to get him close and not for him to expect it. 

"i really want to hold one," you whispered in his ear, and at this he looked at you with an amused expression. the little bunnies seemed to jump in joy, fuzzy and full of happiness. but this was rafe, he wouldn't give you anything you wanted if you didn't let him know. he liked it when you were explicitly clear. 

you sighed, "do you want me to spell it out? can you get one for me?" you huffed before pointing at one of them. rafe raised an eyebrow, his hand skimming over your chin. 

"you sound bratty to me," he quipped, keen eyes watching your expression change as you seemed to soften at his remark. "what do we say?" 

"please," you whined out softly. 

he scoffed before cupping your face, as you felt yourself flush, "fine sweets. i'll get you your little bunny." as calm as ever, rafe scooted down to pick up a bunny. he was so gentle, his rough arms skimming over their fur, before cooing to it. you felt jealous almost, he was more gentle with the bunny than he was with you. 

 yet, you were entrapped by his softness, as you watched his face relax. "y' gotta be nice, alright," he whispered, before letting drag your hand on the bunny's fur. the bunny rested in his arms, sleepy eyes peering up at him. 

as rafe cradled the bunny in his arms, you couldn't help but admire the gentle way he handled the little creature. his hands, which were often rough from work and training, now moved with such delicacy, as if he was afraid of disturbing the bunny's peace. it was a side of him that you cherished, the tenderness that he reserved for moments like these.

"you're a natural with them," you whispered out, watching as the bunny nestled closer to rafe's chest, seemingly content in his embrace.

he glanced up at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. you wanted to grab him and kiss him, "you're too sweet bun." 

you flushed, before reaching out to run your fingers over the bunny's soft fur, feeling the warmth radiating from its tiny body. it was such a simple pleasure, yet it filled you with a sense of warmth and happiness.

"thank you for getting it for me," you said, looking up at rafe with a grateful smile, your wide eyes full of softness.

his expression softened even further, his gaze lingering on you with a warmth that made your heart flutter. "anything for you, sweetheart," he replied, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

[cameronsprincess]

he’s giving blue collar!husband!rafe in these🤭😣🩵

just imagine he’s your sexy ass blue collar husband. he goes to work and busts his ass day in and day out to provide an amazing life for the two of you. the times he has to travel for work (i’m imagining him as a lineman😮‍💨🤤) and is gone for a week or two, you miss him so much, but you know that when he comes home he’ll be so loving and attentive and also… he’ll fuck you so good.

blue collar!husband!rafe is hard working, but he also loves to have fun on the weekends. the two of you spend your weekends going to dinners, hanging out with friends at fires in the middle of a field. he downs beer like it’s water and will occasionally dabble in shots of whatever liquor is available. when drunk, he’s a dancing machine, cracking all the dad jokes, and he’s EXTRA affectionate with you.

blue collar!husband!rafe loves talking about the future too, always telling you he wants a house full of kids and how he can’t wait to grow old with you.