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Expecting *Rafe Adler x Reader*

Rafe Adler was known for being dedicated to his business ventures, and you didn't expect his hamartia to go away anytime soon. It didn't, and it was starting to become problematic. Especially when your mode of transportation has been more waddling than walking lately. You weren't angry when Rafe told you about the client he had to meet with, you were just concerned. "Rafe," you'd said, "Can't he just fly out here?" "He won't, darling, he was strict on his terms and I need this to work out. I don't want to offend the imbecile before we work out a deal." He rubbed his hands up your arms in a small attempt to reassure you. "Besides, I'm not leaving the country, he's just in D.C. It'll be a short flight, I'll stay there for a few days, and be back before you know it." He presses a quick kiss to your lips and goes off to pack a bag. You grab his arm. "You're cutting it awfully close, Rafe," you remind him, absentmindedly running a hand over your swollen belly. "If he's half as patient as his dad he'll be out by tomorrow," you joke. He places his hand protectively on the side of your tummy. "/She/ better stay put until I get back." His thumb rubs softly in small circles. "No surprise entrances," he says with a chuckle. That was a week ago, and Rafe was expected back today. You'd been begging your son to wait at least until his daddy was back in the state to come out. You and Rafe had wanted to be surprised by your baby's gender, but that didn't stop you two from speculating. You thought it would be a boy; your bump was low, you didn't break out or crave sweet foods, and you'd been having dreams of a daughter, which pointed to you having a son. Rafe, on the other hand, thought it would be a girl, but you weren't convinced, after all, sons ran on Rafe's side of the family.

Contagion 3/3 *Rafe Adler x Reader*

Sleep was fleeting for you, and the rare moments you did sleep were infiltrated by nightmares. You'd toss and turn, occasionally hitting a knee or elbow in the compact space, sometimes waking Rafe up. It was a wonder how he could sleep, you were still fighting off the urge to have a panic attack. The only thing that alerted you to his worry was the way he held your hand throughout the night. With dawn an ironic peacefulness came, a stark opposition to the hours before when your fear was eating you alive. The air was fresh and clean, and your throat was slightly raw from leaving the windows down even the slightest bit. The cold was chilling you to the bone, making you wonder why you didn't pack more fall clothes, as summer was rapidly winding down.

Reunited *Harry Flynn x Reader*

It’s been a while since you’ve truly relaxed, and Harry could say the same. That’s mainly the reason you could finally breathe easy again, Harry just got back from a job. He came out with a few cuts and scratches, but you were both willing to push away the darker thoughts of what could’ve happened and enjoy just being with each other again.

You’re sitting together, in between his legs as he leans back against the arm of the couch. Your favorite show is on in the background, playing the latest episode that Harry missed when he was gone, but his gaze is only on you. You’re playing with his hand, feeling the calluses and absentmindedly linking your fingers with his. It’s easy to listen to Harry’s elaborate stories of his adventure, and within no time you fall back into a familiar rhythm.

Your stomach hurts from laughing, and the laughter slowly dies down as you try to catch your breath. Then you become all too aware of how your thighs are pressing against his waist and the way his hands grip your hips. Your eyes playfully meet his as your hands travel up his chest. There’s no uncertainties between the two of you, you know what he’ll do next and how he’ll do it, but somehow it always feels new. And when he gently pulls you down for a kiss, you’re both met with a familiar ease, one that Harry hasn’t felt in a long time. It’s pleasant, it’s agreeable, it’s /comfortable/.

Your tongues meet for a moment, before he breaks the kiss, instead moving to nip at your collarbone. He makes his way up to your ear, nibbling at the lobe softly, smiling when you giggle. He reaches for the hem of your, /well, his,/ shirt and helps you pull it off. His hand reaches up to cup your breast, thumbing your nipple lightly.

“Y'know, love, I really missed you,” Harry murmurs, his mouth traveling to your chest.

Tension *Rafe Adler x Reader*

You looked between the two men standing in front of you, listening intently as they discussed search plans to find the elusive Saint Dismas Cross. “I think it’s best if we start at Scot-” Sam starts.

Rafe cuts him off without hesitation, “No.”

“Rafe it’s the most solid-” He tries again.

“We aren’t just going to go charging in there, Samuel, we need to have some procedure to this,” he states angrily.

You narrow your eyes at Rafe. Everything about him made you angry, the way he had an air of superiority, the way he was often aggressive without any reason at all. “Why?” You ask simply. Most of all you were sick of the way he always got the last word. He may have the money to fund this hunt but without you and Sam, he’d never find the treasure.

Sam catches your gaze, giving you a small smile and shaking his head slightly. He wanders out of Rafe’s study, probably to smoke, but also partly to avoid the inevitable argument he knows will come.

He doesn’t look up at you. “Because I said so.” You purse your lips angrily, staring daggers at the side of his face.

He slowly looks up at you with a neutral expression. “If that’ll be all…?” He trails off, which is your invitation to leave. By this point you’re fuming, biting the inside of your cheek and plotting ways to dispose of his arrogant body.

“Fuck you.” You snarl out, almost slapping him before you turn to leave but then think better of it.

He catches your wrist. “If that’s really what you want you should’ve asked earlier, darling.”

You scoff at him as a smirk creeps onto his face. The way he’s calm just makes you angrier, enough for the both of you. His sea green and sienna eyes are soft compared to yours, and you scowl at him, just for being himself.

He tugs on your wrist, and you search his face, wondering what he’s up to. Your eyes fall on his lips for a millisecond and before you can do it yourself, Rafe pulls you into him, and his lips are on yours.

Nothing about the kiss is soft and sweet. It’s an ironic contrast to Rafe’s stoic attitude a moment earlier. It seems like all the anger and pent up emotion between the two of you is finally being let out as you roughly kiss him and his tongue dances along your bottom lip. One of his hands comes up to hold the back of your neck, and the other is on the small of your back, pressing you as close to him as possible, while your hands grasp at his gelled undercut.

Your noses bump and your hands accidentally catch in his hair but that doesn’t stop the thought that suddenly comes into your head, like a flipped switch all of a sudden, maybe he’s not so bad after all.

Rafe pushes you roughly against his oak desk, and with only a second’s hesitation you allow his hands to unbutton your jeans.

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“Well, I guess we’re going to Scotland,” Rafe says, slightly out of breath. He always got the last word.

let's pretend it's valentine's day

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hi. so i probably won’t be active on this account anymore. i have like 20 prompts in my inbox that i thought i would get to, but i never did. i’m sorry i couldn’t do them (i really wanted to do them, i just,,, stopped feeling it ya know).

so thanks for sending me your kinky asks, reblogging my half assed fics, laughing at my shitposts, and complimenting my graphics, it meant the world to me :)

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