Baby Daddy!Rafe letting Swan!reader have a nice girls night out and a break from being a full time mommy.
The house was quiet when you got home.
Too quiet.
You slipped your heels off by the marble entryway, your clutch still tucked under your arm, and tiptoed past the glowing chandelier light in the hallway. It was well past midnight, maybe close to 1am and you hadn’t meant to stay out that late. One drink turned into four. A rooftop dinner turned into club music and laughter with your girls. It had felt so good to let go — to not be “Mommy” for a night.
But now, as you padded barefoot through the massive, dimly lit living room in your mini dress and sparkly cardigan, your chest clenched.
What if D/n woke up and cried for me? What if she asked where I was? What if she thought I left?
You were halfway through the archway when you saw it.
And your heart shattered in the best way.
There in the middle of the living room, nestled inside a makeshift pillow fort built from $300 throw blankets and Restoration Hardware cushions was Rafe.
Shirtless, relaxed, completely passed out on the plush rug a little bit of sparkly toddler toy makeup on his eye lids.
And curled up right on top of his chest, dressed in a pair of pink butterfly pajamas, one hand tangled in his gold chain, was D/n.
She was fast asleep, mouth parted slightly, her cheek smooshed against his skin like she belonged there. One of her tiny plush unicorns lay beside her. Her other arm wrapped tightly around Rafe’s neck.
On the TV, the screen was paused on My Little Pony.
The table nearby still had half a bowl of popcorn, two sippy cups, some sour patch kids, and a baby bottle. Crayons and coloring books were scattered around the floor like confetti. You could smell the baby floral shampoo in her hair from where you stood.
And the fort — oh my God, the fort was ridiculously cute. Like something out of a magazine. Twinkly fairy lights looped around the top, pillows everywhere. They’d clearly been playing all day.
You pressed a hand to your mouth, tears instantly stinging your eyes.
It was just too much. Too perfect. Too soft.
Rafe — your Rafe, the boy who once broke shit for fun and drank too hard and cursed too loud was now this man. This dad. Protecting and loving your daughter with this fierce, quiet devotion.
You stepped closer, heart swelling in your chest.
He stirred.
Eyes cracked open, bleary and slow.
When he saw you, he gave you the tiniest, softest smile.
“Hey, pretty girl.” His voice was rough, low. “You have fun?”
You nodded, kneeling beside the fort, brushing D/N’s curls back from her face. “Yeah… I did. Thank you. So much.”
Rafe looked down at the tiny toddler wrapped around him and grinned sleepily.
“She missed you for like ten minutes. Then she made me watch six episodes of that sparkly pony show and told me I was Princess Daddy.”
You laughed — a quiet, wet laugh that cracked open your heart.
“You’re so good to her, Rafe.”
He shrugged, careful not to wake her as he brushed her hair with gentle fingers.
“She’s my girl. You both are.”
And God, that was it.
The guilt. The love. The joy. The ache of being loved like this — of coming home from champagne and city lights to find the man you love asleep in a glowing pillow fort with your daughter still wrapped around him like he was her entire world.
It hit all at once.
You crawled into the fort beside them, slipping into the space under Rafe’s arm, curling into his side and resting your head on his chest — right beside your daughter.
She stirred in her sleep, tiny hand patting blindly at Rafe’s chest.
He caught it and held it gently.
“We got along fine without you,” he teased, kissing the top of your head. “But we’re better with you home.”
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Tom Cruise
Series:
Fantasize [COMPLETED]
Daughter of Hollywood well known producer who happened to work with Tom. Accidentally caught her flustered in the backseat, fantasizing about him. The forbidden relationship blossoms.
Oneshot:
Focus On Me | smut 18+
Tom makes you wait all day long while he does his endless meeting. Can you wait till he's done, or will you act up in the end to gain his attention back to you?
you get to wear a mask | fluff
As a celebrity, it's nearly impossible to go and to do normal life activities in public. So, as his girlfriend, you offer Tom a solution.
it's the tie | smut 18+
Post oscar luncheon sex. Basically the tie got you feral
Better than ice cream | smut 18+
Tom had a bad day, so he came home to have a little dessert
I got you | fluff & angst
As a young actress, you're about to film your first big stunt. You worry a little too much about it, causing you to have a panic attack. Tom's there to ease you out.
TikTok Tease | smut 18+
You do tiktok video in front of Tom, tease him with it. Tom is flustered and turned on by your little tease.
Fantasize | 18+
Inspired by ariana grande's song. You're mentally and physically weak after meeting him for the first time.
My Baby | fluff
What’s it like to be “babied” by Tom Cruise
A Night To Remember
A surprise cinderella ball turns into a sweet proposal
Lips On You | smut 18+
As a daughter of Hollywood well known producer you never liked the idea of going to a premiere, until you ended up falling in love with the Hollywood legend himself. He was flustered seeing how you look all dolled up—ended up spending endless night to satisfy him
Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (Top Gun)
Heated Look | smut 18+
It was a hot day in San Diego, you can't focus on training day. Seems like your focus went elsewhere. Maverick noticed you've been giving him that heated look, and after, he called you to meet him in his office.
Confession | fluff
You have a crush on your instructor, he eventually notices and push you to confess. (Alluded smut)
Stacee Jaxx (Rock of Ages)
Dangerous Woman | smut 18+
Enemies to... lover kind of trope? Something about the rockstar makes you wanna do things you shouldn't
Vincent (Collateral)
Tiger vs. Wolf | smut 18+
Vincent meets his match. One night stand went from steamy to a surprise
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Includes- Stepdad Namjoon, "Dumb/naive" reader, reader name not used- instead called "baby", all are of consenting age, corruption, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, first orgasm, multiple orgasms
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I walk down the hallway of my house, passing by my step daughter's room
Soft moans stop me in my tracks, right in front of her door
I listen harder, hearing her moans
Sex sounding moans
I shouldn't open the door
I should just keep on walking
But maybe if I catch her in a compromising position, I can use it to my advantage
Grabbing the doorknob, I twist it and push the door open
The sight I walk into makes my cock twitch
She's naked from the waist down, humping a pillow
She doesn't notice I'm here, her hips moving fast and an idea forms in my head
"What are you doing?", I ask, scaring her
She jumps, her head snapping to me, eyes wide with fear and she immediately gets off the pillow
"Daddy", she whispers
Another twitch of my cock, hearing her call me daddy
That's what she's always called me even though she's twenty three
She's so fucking sheltered and honestly a complete airhead
Dumb as rocks
Her mom, my wife, has kept her in a bubble after catching her with a guy in her room when she was eighteenth
The guy was fucking her and her mom freaked out
From then on her mom told her shit to keep her from having sex and staying away from guys
Ridiculous shit, making her totally naive
She didn't even know what was happening to her with the guy, she just knew it felt good
The first time I met her, when she was twenty, I immediately knew she was dumb as a post
It's her mother's fault
She thinks she's keeping her safe but she's just making her gullible
"What are you doing?", I repeat
"Nnnn...nothing", she answers, cheeks red
"Are you lying to daddy? I saw what you were doing"
Walking to her bed, I look down at her pillow that has a huge wet spot on it
"Were you humping your pillow?"
She looks down, not saying anything
"You know you're not supposed to do that"
She nods, "I'm sorry Daddy. Don't tell mom"
I make a decision, one that I've been fantasizing about since I laid eyes on her
"I won't baby. But why did you do it?"
"I just...I had a feeling...down there. It was achy. I wanted it to stop. I...I laid down with the pillow between my legs, trying to make it go away. But I moved and it felt...."
"Good?", I prompt
She nods, "Yeah. I... I kept going and I felt like I was going to explode but...but"
"You couldn't?"
She shakes her head, "Mom told me not to"
I resist the urge to roll my eyes
"I'm sorry Daddy. Don't...don't punish me"
I raise my eyebrow, "I'm not going to punish you baby"
"Oh?", she says, confused
"Daddy's gonna help you"
Her eyes widen, "You...you are?"
I nod, "Yeah baby, but before I do, you have to promise not to tell anyone that daddy's helping you. No friends and absolutely not your mom"
"Don't tell mom?", she asks, hesitating
"If you want daddy's help, you can't tell mom. No one"
She thinks for a minute then nods, "Ok"
"Promise me"
"I promise daddy"
"Good girl", I give her a reassuring smile, "Come closer to the edge of the bed"
I watch her scoot closer
"Lay down"
She complies
"Good. Now open your legs wide for daddy"
"I uh..."
"C'mon baby girl, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm gonna make you feel good ok? Open your pretty legs for daddy"
She nods, slowly spreading her legs
I suck in a breath seeing her perfect, pink pretty pussy
I blame this ENTIRELY on a) @thatsmysecretduh b) @drunkportuguese and c) the low-grade fever I’m rocking. And, you know, that gifset. “Chris does want to be a daddy.” He knows what he did:
Bucky looks up from the laptop where he’s been running simulations on a software patch for the last hour, frustrated. He’s in Steve’s office, a space with good light where Steve likes to draw, but also with a wide, empty desk where Bucky can spread out when he works here.
He’s been working for Stark Industries for the last year and a half, and he thinks they’re close to finally making a breakthrough on a cybernetic prosthesis that Bucky’d designed in grad school. He hopes so. Stark put him in charge of the development team six months ago, and the last thing in the world Bucky wants is to let his mentor down.
It’s how he met Steve - Captain America - six months or so ago. They’ve been dating for four, and Bucky often brings his work upstairs to Steve’s floor in Stark Tower to finish up while Steve cooks them dinner.
It’s going well. Really well.
Steve is gorgeous, even more so now that he’s grown out his beard, and Bucky can’t help but sink his fingers into it when they kiss. But Steve is kind, too. He’s so much smarter than anyone gives him credit for, and he listens to Bucky like what Bucky says matters, which is, sad to say, a nice change from the usual guys he dates.
Bucky’d been hesitant to date the superhero at first, but he found that after he got over the shock of it (Captain America is picking me up! Captain America is paying for dinner! Captain America is kissing me!), that Steve Rogers was as beautiful inside as he was out.
And the sex is good. Really, good. Steve is gentle and considerate, and he always makes sure that Bucky is well satisfied. It’s just…Bucky can tell he’s holding something back. He doesn’t know if Steve has a problem with Bucky’s age, the fact that he’s a Stark Industries. employee, or something more. Whatever it is, it’s keeping them from getting closer.
That he’s being an absolute hypocrite doesn’t escape Bucky for one moment. He knows he’s holding back, too. It’s just…(and his face flames anytime he even thinks about it) there are some things he can’t imagine actually saying out loud to Steve. Things he only whispers to himself, when he’s alone behind closed doors, fantasies that are too dirty for anyone else’s eyes.
Later, he will absolutely blame that train of thought on what happens next.
“Hey, Buck?”
Bucky snaps out of his musing to see Steve standing in the doorway.
“Wanna get cleaned up? Dinner’s almost ready.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Bucky says, and then starts piling his papers together. He’s thinking he might take another look at the sequencing once they’re done with dinner, when his brain catches up to his mouth.
He freezes, then slowly looks up.
Steve is standing stock-still in the doorway, a look that Bucky can’t name on his face.
“What did you just say?” Steve asks, his voice a little breathy.
“Uhm…” Bucky chews his bottom lip. “I said ‘yes, buddy.’”
There’s a flash of something in Steve’s eyes. Frustration? Anger? Bucky’s not sure, but it’s making him nervous. He can already feel his heartbeat pounding.
Steve blinks at him and then nods and leaves, his body releasing none of the tension from earlier.
Bucky shuffles papers for another moment and then sets them down and closes his eyes.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” he whispers, before standing up and walking to the bathroom to wash his hands and splash some water on his face.
And stall.
Bucky really, really wants to stall.
When he sits down to dinner, though, everything seems normal. Steve asks him about his day and Bucky replies, telling him about an idea that he had that he thinks will fix the problem he’s having with the neural transmitters not firing through to the prosthetic. Steve listens, attentive as always, topping off Bucky’s wineglass or adding more of the thinly sliced tri-tip to Bucky’s plate.
After dessert (cheesecake with fresh berries - Bucky’s favorite), Bucky pushes away from the table and settles on Steve’s lap, straddling him. He decides to put that one moment of weirdness away and instead show Steve just how much Bucky appreciates him.
When he settles, he leans down and brushes a soft kiss against Steve’s mouth.
“Do you have time?” Steve asks, “Or do you need to get back to it?”
“I have time,” Bucky says, and bends down for another kiss. It’s another thing that Bucky loves and hates. Steve’s never pushy about sex, always seeming happy to take a back seat if Bucky needs time for his latest project.
“Mmm,” he says, sighing into their next kiss.
Steve runs his hands along Bucky’s shoulders, down his arms, until he’s circling Bucky’s wrists and moving them behind Bucky’s back.
It lights a spark of want in Bucky, visceral and bright, and he gasps, just before Steve gathers both wrists into one hand and holds them, while fisting Bucky’s hair in his other hand.
He runs his lips down Bucky’s neck, kissing and licking, moving Bucky’s head just where he wants it. It’s so good - just exactly what Bucky wants - and he moans before grinding his hips down against Steve’s.
“Yes,” Bucky gasps, so caught up how good it feels that he doesn’t even clock Steve’s newly aggressive behavior.
“Like that, baby?” Steve asks, his voice low enough that it does things to Bucky, making him feel limp and pliant.
“More,” Bucky says. “Steve, please.”
“Say it again.” Steve’s voice is a low murmur against Bucky’s throat.
“Please,” Bucky says, not wanting this to stop. He feels held down and held open, and all he wants is for Steve to keep doing it, keep giving him more of this…this…feeling.
“Bucky,” Steve says, and he takes his mouth from Bucky’s skin. He tilts Bucky’s head until Bucky looks at him, feeling breathless and glassy-eyed. “Do you know how good my hearing is? I hear -” and he tightens his hold on Bucky’s hair, just enough for it to sting “-everything. If that’s what you want, then you better say it again, baby.”
Bucky draws a quick gasp of breath. Oh! Oh, god.
He looks at Steve, the way his pupils are blown, the flush on his cheeks, his mouth open and wet from the way he’s been kissing Bucky’s neck. Is this…does Steve want…?
“I said…please, daddy.” The words are breathy and soft, and Bucky sucks his bottom lip back into his mouth, terrified and exhilarated, all at once.
“Oh,” Steve says, releasing Bucky’s hair and wrists and cupping Bucky’s face in his hands. “Good boy,” he says, before pulling Bucky down for a kiss that is absolute domination. Bucky feels his entire body relax into it.
Steve stands, his hands under Bucky’s thighs, holding him up and carrying him toward the bedroom. Bucky holds tight, wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck and legs around his waist. He fucking loves it when Steve goes all “supersoldier” on him.
“Come on, baby,” Steve says into Bucky’s ear. “Let’s go to the bedroom and see how good you can be.”
I'm so excited for part two of your daddy fic omfg. When you post it I'm gonna pass tf out 😭😭 would you ever post a little snippet 👀👀👀👀👀😪
thank youuuuuuu, though im not much one for posting snippets...but here is something in the opening scene that will be important to the rest of part two!
