Rafe X Crybaby!reader Who Cries And Has A Full On Meltdown In Front Of Rafe And His Friends Because He

rafe x crybaby!reader who cries and has a full on meltdown in front of rafe and his friends because he said no when she asked him to buy her this new expensive bag!🎀

ahhh i’m sorry i honestly hate the way i wrote this so much im so sorry i really hope you like it:< rafe is just a little mean but i mean come on! it’s rafe <3 im sorry i didn’t really make her have like a whole real big meltdown i just honestly couldn’t write it :<

‘DENIED’ the website reads, just as you were about to finish off your purchase for the new pink limited edition bag you had been eyeing. what? you frown, quickly jumping off your bed, slipping into your pink crocs— following the noise downstairs, knowing rafe and his friends were hanging out in the living room.

“rafe?” you call, giving a quick greeting to topper and kelce before sitting besides your boyfriend. “whys it say that?,” you ask, glittery gloss lips in a form of a halfway pout as you show your phone to rafe.

he leans in, taking a quick glance at it before a small chuckle leaves his lips. “you.. you uh.. really don’t remember?”

your brows furrow, head tilting. “what do you mean, ray?” confusion laced in your voice.

he looks away briefly before landing back at you. “well.. thanks to that little stunt you pulled on monday, i decided i won’t be paying for anymore of your little shopping sprees ‘till next week.” he states, lips smacking together.

“w-what?” you nervously giggle, cheeks starting to heat up.

it was safe to say, you weren’t used to rafe telling you no. every single thing you wanted or asked for was given to you in a few days thanks to express shipping.

you had got perfectly accustomed to the title of being rafe’s spoiled girlfriend. constantly skipping over prices and simply swiping his card. “i.. i thought you were only kidding, daddy.” you mumble softly, not wanting the boys to hear.

“i don’t kid about setting you straight, baby.” he says simply, your eyes already starting to burn.. embarrassment clouding your mind.

“but you already punished me!” you whine as quietly as you can, one of the small tears up in your eyes falls as you recollect the memory of when he had you bent over his lap, spanking you until your ass was practically engraved with his handprint.

“please daddy, it’ll already be sold out by next week,” you cry, trying to make him understand.

but he only looks away, shaking his head. “don’t you have enough purses anyway? bought you plenty already.” he continues, making more tears stream down your cheek at his reluctance.

you notice topper and kelce staring now, concerned with whatever it was you were crying about, looking to themselves with confused expressions. rafe however, was used to your dramatics.

“you’re just being mean, rafe! i already paid for my mistake.” you plead, grabbing his hands and squeezing them lightly.

topper clears his throat, clearly feeling uncomfortable with the whole situation. kelce hides a small smirk, but pretends not to hear the ordeal anyway.

rafe couldn’t care less for the audience, always loving when he had any spotlight with the way he handled you. an opportunity to flaunt the power dynamic between you two.

rafe puts on a faux pout, even making a small “awe” sound as he moves one hand to wipe your tears. “oh i’m being mean, really? that.. that supposed to make me cave in, hm? let you run along and think every single punishment isn’t serious?”

he was so cruel you thought, his mocking pulling at your heart in a negative way. “hey, stop crying, okay? you know im not doing this for fun. these are consequences to your actions.” he prompts, every tear that falls on your cheek being wiped by his hands.

“p-please, just this once..” you mewl. “i promise i wont ask for another bag for awhile, promise! i’ll be real good.” you beg.

maybe it was the way your sad eyes looked at him, or the way your manicured hand squeezed his own, or maybe he just wanted you to stop bugging him, thinking about the blow job he’d ask for later— or maybe it was simply cause he had grown soft. but regardless, he still bites his lips and nods. “alright fine— i’ll buy it now so it doesn’t sell out, but when it comes you’re gonna give it me to hold it until next week still.” he tells you, filling in his card information on the site.

“r-really? oh thank you!” you squeal, giving him a tight hug. “mhm, better be.”

Waitwaitwaitwait but what if r was sating akatsuki but wasn't into degradation and stuff. Like she prefers praise and nice stuff like that

katsuki with a soft!gf

katsuki groans against you, your poor twin bed creaking under the shared weight of you two. he's not exactly gentle as he litters your body with marks of his own. he leaves two, one near each breast and one on the right of your thigh, before he dove his face in and ate you out like a man starved.

"taste fuckin' delicious," he groans, hand grabbing your chin to kiss your plush lips. he smirks wickedly when he pulls away, "you agree?"

you immediately kick at him with a flushed face, "you're so nasty, katsuki."

"you still want me," he huffs quietly as he settles back on his haunches, tapping your thigh to flip over. "plus, I can't help it when you're spread out fa' me like this. you're dripping, baby. look so fuckin' sexy."

his hand smooths comfortingly down the curve of your back, encouraging you to arch further as you wiggle your ass enticingly. katsuki watches enraptured, cock hard and smearing precum against his navel.

"please," you beg instinctually. your head turns to pout at him with needy eyes, "fuck me, katsuki. wanna feel it."

his red eyes rake over you adoringly as he adjusts, fisting himself with a hiss as his head tips back toward the ceiling. he refocuses with a heavy breath, nudging your knees wider, "yeah, gladly, baby."

it's only the tip, but you're already caving for him with a broken whimper. your head stuffs itself into the pillows, and your boyfriend can only chuckle as he squeezes the fat of your ass.

"relax, you've taken it before," he croons softly as he bullies another inch into you. "can feel how much you like it, squeezing me so tight. gonna cream this dick, hm? fuck, you're so beautiful."

the last part comes out just a bit softer and more loving as he squeezes your hard that flies back for comfort. he interlaces your fingers, hand holding yours tenderly as his hips snap against yours. the skin on skin is so loud and lewd that you hope no one can hear, but the thought is fucked out of you as katsuki loses himself in your gummy walls.

"katsuki, oh, ohmygod!"

"what, baby? c'mon, tell me."

your man only grins as you babble to him, but he only noses your neck and kisses you to remind you he's there and loves you. your eyes roll back and he feels a hot rush of pleasure course down his spine. god, he'll do anything you ask.

you'll say katsuki's pussy-whipped, and he'll never deny it, only looking away with pink cheeks and ears.

𝓇.cameron. ┆ babydaddy!rafe 𝓍 babymama!reader.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ lil busy 2day but i'ma try n get some fanfics out to yall tonight . <3

thinkin' about szn3 buzzcut!rafe bein' your babydaddy—he's more grown, a full man now, a leader and now in charge of his father's company. rafe takes the role of being in charge very seriously, he takes even more serious care of you as though you both are still lovers, still together. he'd do anything you'd ask of him—if you call him up crying and need him at 3 o'clock in the morning? it ain't even a problem, rafe is up in an instant, holding up his phone to his ear while trying to calm you down, saying sweet nothings and rambling about whatever the fuck nonsense he can think of to keep you from crying, while simultaneously rushing around his bedroom at tannyhill, frantically throwing on a black hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. no matter what, rafe still acts like y'all are still together, that you're his girl, so no matter how little the problem actually is, rafe is dropping everything to go and take care of you. usually, he refers to you as his lil mama, his girl, baby... still desperately in love with you, and still tells his friends and family that you're his girlfriend, and that when the baby comes, he's gonna put a gorgeous, massive rock on your little ring finger and marry you. of course, you scold him for doing these things, always shy and sweetly bashful when rafe says such sweet, loving, romantic things to you and about you. and oh, you absolutely loathe but secretly love how he's always doting on you—you especially love that no matter when you ask for it (all shy n cute n shit, makin' rafe smirk) or how you need it, he'll give you a nice, hard fucking with those deep, long strokes that make you purr like a newborn kitten, or if you're needing a more gentle and tender touch, and some sappy words, then he'll give it to you all gentle and make love to you. whatever you need, rafe'll spoil his babymama without blinking an eye—you're gonna be the mother of his child soon, so of course you're still his girl, and if he plays his cards right, you'll be his little housewife even sooner.

The Solace of Winter

Bucky Barnes had always found solace in the quiet of winter. The world seemed to hold its breath, muffling the noise of his chaotic mind. The snow-covered streets of Brooklyn, now largely unrecognizable from the ones he once knew, still brought a semblance of peace. The old brownstone he lived in was a far cry from the lavish apartments of Stark Tower, but it felt more like home than anywhere else.

It was a crisp evening, the first heavy snowfall of the season draping the city in a blanket of white. Bucky had just finished his morning run, his breath visible in the cold air, when he saw her for the first time. She was standing outside the small, local bakery, fumbling with an oversized scarf. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, her eyes bright with laughter as she struggled to balance a large bag of pastries and a coffee cup.

"Need a hand?" Bucky found himself asking before he could think better of it.

She looked up, startled, and he was struck by the warmth in her gaze. "Oh, thank you! Yes, please," she replied, her smile genuine and kind.

"I'm Bucky," he said, taking the bag from her.

"Y/N," she introduced herself. "I run the bookstore down the street. Figured I'd treat myself to some fresh pastries before opening up."

"Bookstore?" Bucky's interest was piqued. "I didn't know there was one nearby."

"Yep, it's just around the corner. You should stop by sometime. We have a great selection, and I can always use another pair of hands to help me with deliveries."

He chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."

Over the next few weeks, Bucky found himself stopping by Y/N's bookstore more and more often. The quaint shop was a haven of warmth and quiet, filled with the comforting scent of old books and the faint hint of vanilla from the candles she kept lit. They talked about everything and nothing, finding a surprising ease in each other’s company.

One particularly snowy evening, Y/N closed the shop early due to the weather. She invited Bucky over for dinner, promising homemade chili and freshly baked bread.

"Are you sure? I don’t want to impose," Bucky hesitated, though the idea of spending more time with her was undeniably appealing.

"Absolutely sure," she insisted, her eyes twinkling. "I’ve made way too much chili for just myself. Besides, it’s nice to have company."

Her apartment was cozy and inviting, filled with books and soft lighting. They ate at her small kitchen table, sharing stories and laughter. Bucky found himself opening up in ways he hadn’t in years, the walls he’d built around his heart slowly crumbling under her gentle presence.

As the evening drew to a close, Y/N walked him to the door. "Thank you for tonight, Bucky. It was… really nice."

"Yeah, it was," he agreed, lingering in the doorway. "We should do it again sometime."

She smiled. "I’d like that."

Winter melted into spring, and their friendship blossomed into something deeper. Bucky found himself falling for her kindness, her strength, her unwavering support. Y/N saw through the broken soldier to the man underneath, never once flinching from the shadows of his past.

One quiet evening, as they sat on her couch reading, Bucky took her hand in his. "Y/N," he began, his voice soft and tentative, "I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but… thank you. For everything."

She squeezed his hand, her eyes meeting his with a warmth that chased away the last of his doubts. "You don’t have to deserve me, Bucky. We deserve each other."

And as he kissed her, slow and tender, Bucky finally understood what it meant to find solace—not in the quiet of winter, but in the love of a kindred spirit.

I LOVEEE WIFEY READER i wanna be rafes perfect little housewifey..

girl me!!! me asf!!!!!!!!! this is the most shy reader concept i think she is very content to be a housewife and have lots of kids running around and she kind of drifts off and fantasizes about it a lot..

you often drift away into your own thoughts, something rafe has gotten used to by now. he doesn't need to snap you out of it—infact, he doesn't like to, since he thinks it's better to leave you in your thoughts than worrying about something once he brings you back to the real world.

so watching you now, perched on the chair by his window, your book abandoned on your lap and staring out the window, he doesn't know why he does it.

"kid. kid." you still don't hear him so he gets up, leaving his laptop and papers behind on the desk and getting closer to where you are. the sun coming in through the window feels warm, yet you look perfectly comfortable, perfectly content. rafe puts a hand on your knee and the other on the windowsill, boxing you in.

"what're you thinkin' about, huh?" rafe asks, and you look up at him right away. your breathing picks up when you see how close he is, feeling a little silly for not realizing this entire time.

you stay like that—staring up at him, the vision of the scene you were just daydreaming flooding back. your pretty boyfriend as your pretty husband, a house like tannyhill of your own, all the time with rafe that you could possibly imagine.

"n-nothing," you finally reply, remembering rafe had asked a question.

"nothin'? yeah?" you nod in agreement, not entirely sure what you're agreeing to. your head feels a little fuzzy still, but it doesn't take rafe long. he looks back out the window, in the direction you had been looking. there's a clear view of the neighbor's yard, little kids running around while mom and dad chase them.

rafe's not stupid, but when it comes to matters concerning you, he's something of a genius. two and two come together quickly, the flushed way you look up at him and whatever dream you were picturing coming into his own mind too.

"cute kids, huh?"

you nod again, heartbeat picking up though you're not sure why. yet. rafe leans in, his arms still surrounding you like a trap. everything feels more intense when he's like this.

"i bet ours would be cuter, right?" your lips part in surprise by themselves—staring back and blinking quickly. you nod. "like that, wouldn't you?"

rafe's hand finally leaves the window and joins his other one on your legs, stroking up and down. you turn to look down but can't help looking into his eyes again immediately after.

"i asked you a question."

"yes. yes, um, i-"

"knew you would. a whole bunch of kids and nothin' else to worry about, right?"

you look up, your own eyes melting while you stare at his, wondering when you had stopped telling rafe things, realizing he understood you even without words.

"except you. you and the kids." you don't even realize the words slipped out—still feeling like too much. your cheeks burn, thinking you just said something you shouldn't have.

"good girl. c'mon, on the bed. gotta start with one, right?"

Idk if you have seen that one text ss where the guy is like "take a nap" and then a few hours later he goes "I said a nap not a fucking coma" feel like that would be sooooo rafe x reader, like reader just falls asleep anywhere and everywhere and rafe is just like "girl.....😐"

thought of two instances of this! thank u for requesting, i hope u enjoy!

“hey, hey,” rafe shakes your arm, sighing. “mm.. r-rafe?” you mumble, your vision a bit blurry as you wake up, yawning. “w-what you doing here?” you question in a little groggy voice, getting shy as you can see him a little clearer. he was just so handsome. “the fuck you mean? you didn’t answer my texts all fuckin’ day. got worried.” he confesses, his eyebrows scrunched together.

“oh.. yea,” you giggle softly. “was jus’ getting my beauty sleep, papi.”

“b-beauty sleep? you serious? it’s 1:30 in the afternoon.” he scolds in a condescending tone. “papiii,” you whine, hiding your face in your pillow. “you’re judging me. can feel it.”

you hear him sigh, rolling his eyes. “not judging, ma. jus’.. curious how someone can sleep that long.” “well.. it’s because it gets tiring being the worlds best girlfriend, lotta weight on my back,” you giggle at your own joke. “mm, yeah. give you that one.” he chuckles before kissing your forehead. “cmon, missed you. we’re going out, yea?”

୨୧ second instance

“hey, where your girl go man?” topper asked as rafe adjusted his hat backwards. he usually never let you out of eyesight. “uh, what?” he asks before looking around, seeing that you were no longer by the clothing rack that held a variety of cropped, revealing tops that quickly made rafe imagine having to tell you not to wear those when he wasn’t around when he first saw you snooping there. “the fuck?” he quietly whispers to himself, scanning the store.

after a few minutes of looking around and even calling your cellphone— he approached one of the workers, already working himself up. “hello, ma’am, uh.. wanted to ask if you’ve seen a girl wearing a pink dress? has little flowers on it? was wearing those uh tall sandals or whatever you call em,”

“oh, you mean platform sandals?” she giggles softly, “yea she asked me where the dressing room was and headed straight there.” she replies with a small smile. “ah, alright. thanks.”

when he arrives to the dressing room he goes to the one stall that’s closed, knocking before twisting the doorknob. “didn’t even lock the damn thing.” he grumbles to himself before stepping inside.

you sat on the dressing rooms chair with your head leaned back and eyes closed. “oh you’re kidding me.”

he lightly smacks your cheek to wake you up, a bit upset. “o-oh! hi papi,” you say meekly. “was tired of all that walking.. was only going to take a real small nap..” you confess, your cheeks a flushed pink.

“baby.. i.. what? cmon doll, you serious with me right now?” he questions, a disapproving expression on his face. “you’re the one that wanted to go to the mall, remember?” it was true, you wanted to get closer to topper and kelce— being rafe’s friends and all, so you invited them to go shopping with you. “i-i know papi, we just did so much walking ‘s all..” you whine, standing up as you hug rafe gently, sighing. “oh doll, cmon. let’s just go already.” he says lightly, dragging you back out and telling the boys it was time to go home for the day, them being secretly glad as they had literally no idea what to do in all the stores you had been visiting— let’s just say every since then, rafe refused to let go of your hand anytime you guys went out afterwards.