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[bunnyrafes]

rafe putting an airtag on reader

THE AIRTAG ꒰୨୧꒱₊˚⊹

warnings: stalker!rafe x unsuspecting!reader, mentions of drug dealing, stalking, not proof read wc: 0.5k (part 2?) ♡

rafe watched his phone screen as the dot labeled ‘my baby’ moved through the maps.

he zoomed in, imagining what you were doing right now. shopping, he assumed.

he stared at his phone for a few more seconds before turning it face down, staring at the wall.

was he being controlling? probably.

would he admit that? not in a million years.

see, the thing was, you barely even knew rafe. yet.

you had seen him around town, always noticing how his gaze seemed to linger specifically on you.

not your friends, not the scenery, always you.

you had only talked to him once or twice, and you didn’t really have an opinion on him. he seemed like the typical troubled rich kid, except quieter in a way. more harsh.

most of what you heard about him came from your friends, who loved gossip more than anything.

“did you hear cameron got arrested again—”

“i heard he was caught selling coke with that pogue guy—”

“i heard his father kicked him out—”

you tried to ignore the gossip, you really did. you didn’t like to believe what others said about people, knowing how cruel and misinformed it could be.

but whenever rafes name was brought up, you couldn’t lie: your curiosity was piqued.

maybe it was the way he always looked at you like he was trying to remember your face, or the way he called you ‘baby’ during your first actual conversation, but rafe definitely ran through your mind more than he should’ve.

deep down you knew he wasn’t good for you, which is why you never went out of your way to pursue him.

rafe, however, didn’t give a shit if he was “good for you”.

he was more concerned if others were good for you. that nobody tried anything. that you were safe.

at least, that’s what he told himself in moments like these. moments where he realized his obsession with you wasn’t just some random thing anymore, it was his entire life.

so, naturally, he had snuck an air tag on you.

how? he doesn’t even know himself.

you were so sweet, so naive, so trusting. you had believed him when he had said you “had something in your hair”, which is how he subtly dropped an airtag in your cluttered bag.

he was worried you might notice it, but when he was still receiving your location after a week, he knew you hadn’t. and you wouldn’t.

in his mind, this solidified what he’s known since the second he saw you: you were unmistakeably, entirely, his.

nobody else’s.

only his.

rafes.

and you would catch on one day, sooner or later.

whether you liked it or not.

a/n: my first work for stalker!rafe ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡, i’m not sure if that’s what u meant but that’s how i viewed this scenario so i hope that’s okay anon🥹. this is def super super short bc i felt like this could be a great opener for a small series if you guys wanted .. just lmk ;). anyways as always feel free to send any requests!

[bunnyrafes]

hiiiya, u wanted rafe reqs so here's mine. fluffy/sugestive. military!rafe who just came back from deployment and reader is waiting for him wearing nothing or smth provocative. but he just wants his wife and is unusually clingy and cuddly, so what reader thought was gonna be a day full of sex turns into lots of cuddles and movie night! but then she wakes up next morning with his face between her legs cause he wants to make it up to her. ty;)

HOME FROM DEPLOYMENT ꒰୨୧꒱₊˚⊹

warnings: military!rafe x wife!reader, mostly fluff, oral (fem receiving), tiny bit of smut, not proof read, first thing i’ve written in years so kinda bad.. feel free to give feedback!

wc: 0.8k ♡

you’d been waiting for this day for months. months of deployment, months of falling asleep to the wrong side of the bed being cold, months of replaying his voice from staticky calls just to remember what it sounded like when he was with you.

and now—finally—rafe was coming home.

you’d thought about this reunion more times than you'd ever admit out loud. every version of it in your head ended the same way, tangled in sheets, his mouth on your skin, his cock bruising your cervix. you’d blush timidly thinking about how often your mind wandered there, but who could blame you? you missed your husband. all of him.

so when the call came—“he’s on his way home”—you didn't walk to the bathroom. you ran.

you used every product in your shower like it was some kind of ritual, saving his favorite for last, the one that always made him bury his face in your hair and groan about how much he missed that smell. you shaved every inch of yourself like you were preparing for something sacred. you slipped into the baby-pink lingerie you knew drove him feral, let your hair air-dry into soft curls at the ends—the ones that always made his hands twitch like he couldn't decide whether to touch you or ruin you.

after you decided you looked appetizing enough, you went to sit on the couch, thighs pressed together, heart hammering, aching in that specific way that only he could fix.

rafe, meanwhile, had other plans.

by the time he walked through that door, he wasn't thinking about lingerie, sex, or the ache you’d been nursing all day. he was running on fumes, dropping his bag by the door like it weighed a thousand pounds, eyes finding you across the room—not with hunger, but with something softer, something worn down.

all he wanted was to hold his wife. to feel you breathe against his chest and remember what you felt like.

“rafey!” you chimed, getting up and jumping on him, your legs finding their way around his waist. you began planting little kisses on his skin, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “missed you,” you mumbled between kisses, beginning to nibble on the sensitive flesh of his collarbone. rafe let out a low groan, his hands naturally finding their way to your thighs, holding you against him.

he gently nudged your face out the crook of his neck so you could make eye contact with him. “missed you too,” he mumbled, taking you in for a second before walking to the couch, you naturally ending up in his lap. you looked down at him, a small pout forming on your lips. you grabbed his face with both of your hands, cradling his face gently.

“rafey? what’s wrong?“ you asked, the heat between your thighs fading away. he didn’t respond for a second, studying your face.

“nothin’“ he grunted, shifting to pull you closer. “s’wanted to hold you.” he spoke, finally making eye contact. you gave him a soft smile and quickly nuzzled into his chest—sure, you were a bit disappointed this wasn’t going out how you planned, but you loved rafe regardless. “okay,” you chirped sweetly. “hold me then,” you added, nuzzling deeper into him, as if you wanted to become one with his skin.

he grinned at that, relieved that he could just let ago of himself and finally hold his favorite thing ever: you.

♡ . ݁ ˖

that morning, you woke up to a tingling sensation between your thighs. “rafe—” you began, but he stopped you abruptly by sucking on your clit. you immediately let out a moan and let your hands fall down to grip his hair. he was eating you like a starved man, and you loved it.

you felt the band in your tummy get tighter, and rafe felt you clenching around his tongue. “fu–fuck rafe, rafe ’m so close..” you moaned in your sweet little voice, letting your head tip back in pleasure as he continued slurping all your juices. he didn’t stop, and he didn’t plan on stopping until he made you cum.

he moved his hand up so he could rub your sensitive bundle of nerves while continuing to eat you out. that sent you over the edge, and you cummed almost immediately. your hands and toys could never compare to rafes fingers.

rafe continued sucking, feeling you pulse around his tongue. he took one final lick then wiped his mouth, crawling back into bed with you.

“had to make it up to my girl,” rafe mumbled, laying back down & nuzzling into your neck despite the obvious boner in his pants.

a/n: i apologize if this is bad, again, this is the first thing i’ve wrote in years🥹. i def need to work on my smut and any tips are appreciated! anyways, thank you so much for the request nonnie, i love military rafe.. feel free to send any reqs! ♡

[bunnyrafes]

hiii, i need sugardaddy!rafe opening sonny angels n other blindboxes with reader. like they go shopping n she spends hundreds n hundreds of dollars on 'em "little stupid plastic thingies" as rafe calls 'em, but he's actually happy to pay for 'em n smiles while using his credit card. n then they unbox 'em together n reader is so excited cause he keeps pulling the ones she wanted!! n he loves it, too. safe to say his house, car, phone case, keychain, everything literally has 'em cause she secretly sneeks 'em in. maybe his bussiness partner wonders wtf does he have a naked baby on his computer, n rafe just wasn't aware of it. or smth like that girl, you can take any liberties, i love your writing!!

SONNY ANGEL SHOPPING + UNBOXING ꒰୨୧꒱₊˚⊹

warnings: sugardaddy!rafe x sweet!reader, implied age gap, younger!reader, not proof read, fluff wc: 1.3k ♡

you had dragged rafe to the shops yet again.

“just one more, i really want the strawberry shortcake one!” you said, and he was dumb enough to believe you (he just wanted to see you happy).

so here you both were, at your favorite mall, with tons of sonny angel pop-ups surrounding you.

you bounced excitedly, taking it in. you knew you were gonna do some damage to rafes card, but you didn’t care.

“did i really have to come?” he groans dramatically, watching as you float over to the sweets collection display. he secretly loved how happy you got.

“yes rafey, don’t you want me to be happy?” you giggled sweetly, not even looking his direction as you shook the box—as if you could determine what was inside just by shaking it.

rafe grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“baby, c’mon. just grab the whole case, don’t waste your time actin’ like you aren’t gonna grab them all anyways,” he murmured lowly, looking at your manicured hands gliding over a box carefully.

you smiled at that, he always read you. “but it’s funnnnn,” you whined dramatically, putting the one in your hands back in the display and turning around in his arms, now face to face with him.

“rafeyyy, you’re gonna carry them for me, right?” you asked sweetly, batting your lashes at him. with rafe, you never had to do anything for yourself unless you wanted to, and he made sure of it.

“‘course i am, baby.” he said with a grin, pulling you closer. “you always make me carry those little stupid plastic thingies.” he added, a playful glint in his eye.

you gasped dramatically and hit his chest, faking outrage. “they’re not stupid!” you pouted, looking up at him with big eyes and your bottom lip slightly jutted out.

rafe smirked, rolling his eyes teasingly. “whatever you say, angel.”

he looked back at the display, noticing he didn’t recognize any of the ‘little stupid plastic thingies’ on the packaging this time.

“these ones just come out or somethin’?” he asked, studying the display further.

you nodded happily, also paying attention to the display. “mhm! that’s why i made you come today, before they sell out..” you trailed off, going back to your method of shaking every box to try and figure out which one had the strawberry shortcake.

rafe just stood back and admired you for a few minutes, before grabbing the entire ‘sweets collection’ display case.

“rafey!” you yelped, turning your focus to him. “you can’t just—.. you can’t just take the entire thing,” you added, your cheeks flushed.

rafe grinned, looking down at you, adjusting the display in his arms, his biceps more noticeable now. “really? whatcha gonna do about it?” he teased playfully.

you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. “nothin’, but.. it’s rude.” you muttered, but in reality, you didn’t really care, you wanted as many as possible.

rafe softened at that, his girl was always so sweet. he found you utterly adorable. “not rude when i’m the one spendin’ over a grand one these stupid thingies every week,” he stated, grabbing another whole display box from a different collection—the animal collection—and sliding it on top of the other display box with a soft thud.

your eyes sparkled with excitement, you hadn’t been able to get your hands on that series ever, due to it always being sold out online.

“i get both?! really, rafey?!” you asked happily, your voice full of joy and excitement. you were practically bouncing like a little bunny.

“’course you do angel, only the best for my girl,” he replied smugly, somehow managing to let you hold two of his fingers as he walked to the checkout, his hands still full with the display boxes.

♡ . ݁ ˖

when you guys got to the checkout, rafe set down both display boxes with a loud thud, and stared at the cashier with a deadpan expression. “how much?”

the cashier swallowed, a bit startled by the tone. “sir, it’s limited to one per customer—” the poor cashier began, but rafe wasn’t having it. he didn’t even need to glance at you before he spoke,

“did i ask? i said how much.” he replied coldly, rubbing your hand with his thumb as you gave the cashier your best puppy eyes.

the cashier looked back, seemingly searching for their manager, but when they failed to find them, they looked back at rafe with defeat in their eyes. “for all of these?” the cashier quirked a brow.

rafe nodded, “all of ‘em.” he then looked at the display behind the checkout—not as big as the other two, but still large—the marine collection, and added: “those as well.”

you clapped happily and gave rafe a kiss on the cheek, studying the cashier as they went to grab the collection.

the cashier groaned but grabbed them down, pressing several buttons on the screen before looking back up at rafe. “alright, sir, your total today is gonna be $3,430—”

rafe grinned and handed the cashier his black amex card smugly, mumbling something into your ear about how you’re ‘wasting all his money on plastic babies’, but he had a huge grin on his face.

♡ . ݁ ˖

as soon as you guys got home and rafe set the bags down, you pulled out as many as you could hold.

“rafeyyy! c’mon, you have to unbox them with meee..” you cheered, sitting on the living room floor with about twenty boxes in your lap.

rafe teasingly rolled his eyes but sat down next to you, toying with one of the boxes.

“what do i do with this..?” he asked, voice laced with confusion, looking at how you opened the first box.

“you pop them, silly! like this!” you demonstrated, although it wasn’t much of a pop.. you just kinda crushed the box. you didn’t care though, you were already admiring the cute cookie-themed sonny angel in your hands. “rafeyyy! look!” you cheered, cradling it in your hands.

rafe nodded, studying the little naked baby in your lap. “m’lookin’, pretty girl.” he mumbled, still staring at the little cherub in your hands before attempting to open his own.

surprisingly, his pop was much more successful. he opened his up, and ended up with a little cherub with a strawberry-cake head. “s’this supposed to be—” he was interrupted by your yelp.

you immediately snatched it out of his hands, giggling happily. “rafe!!! that’s the one—i’ve been wanting this since—rafe!” you spoke excitedly, admiring it in your hands. you smiled happily, looking up at him again. “it’s the strawberry shortcake one,” you explained.

“ohhh,” rafe said, acting like he understood the significance behind that. he had heard you mention it sometimes during passing, but usually when you started on your rants rafe was mostly zoning out on your face. “so.. that’s good?” he asked.

you nodded eagerly, “the best!!!” you hurriedly pushed another into his hands—this time, from the animal collection, and watched with intense focus as he fiddled with it. “open it, you have goodluck.” you stated.

rafe scoffed at that, people certainly didn’t think that about him, but he adored how innocently excited you were right now. “ok, ok, relax baby.”

he popped the box, revealing yet another little cherub, this time with pink bunny ears on its head.

you let out another yelp, again snatching it from his hands without a second thought.

“i told you! you have good luck, i’ve wanted this one the most since the series came out—” you began rambling animatedly again, and rafe just leaned back and stared at you with admiration in his eyes.

he would spend all his money on the ‘stupid little plastic thingies’ if it meant he got to see you this happy everytime.

a/n: thank you so much for the request & kind words anon! ♡ i absolutely love this dynamic, and for the last part of your request (his business partners askin’ about all of the sonny angels he has), i decided to make that a separate post that i’ll make within the next week or so! as always, feel free to request anything else! <3