daddy!rafe x baby!reader

inspo: ⋆˙⟡♡

it starts with rafe standing by the car, keys in hand, jaw tight. his patience is already wearing thin, and you can tell by the way his fingers flex around the key fob, by the sharp breath he exhales.

"get in the car, baby," he says, voice firm but not yet sharp.

you stand your ground, arms crossed over your chest, lips pressed into a pout. "i don't wanna go."

"not asking, sweetheart." his tone is a little harsher now, clipped. "get in."

you shake your head. you don’t care about the plans he made, about the fact that he’s clearly not in the mood for your brattiness. you don’t want to go, so you won’t.

rafe exhales, long and slow, like he’s trying to hold back his irritation. but then, his patience snaps.

"get in the fucking car!"

his voice is sharp, cutting through the warm summer air.

your stomach drops. your heart stutters. it’s rare that he speaks to you like that, rare that he’s actually mad.

you don’t move. don’t speak. just stand there, staring at him, eyes growing glossy.

then, the silence stretches. ten seconds. maybe more.

and rafe notices.

notices the way your lips quiver just a little, the way your hands clutch the hem of your oversized sweater. notices the way your eyes shine, threatening to spill over.

his expression crumbles instantly.

"oh, baby," his voice drops, all the frustration melting away, replaced with nothing but regret.

he takes a slow step toward you, but you don’t move. don’t even blink.

his throat bobs.

"c'mere," his voice cracks, softer this time. "c'mere, baby. m’ so sorry."

still, you don’t move.

he steps closer, hands reaching for you, desperate now. "c'mere, sweetheart," he pleads, voice thick. "fuck, i didn't mean that. didn't mean to yell at you."

his arms wrap around you before you can process it, pulling you tight against his chest, lips pressing to the top of your head, then down to your temple, then lower, warm kisses trailing along your cheek.

"m’ sorry, angel," he whispers against your skin, his arms holding you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. "so, so sorry."

his hand moves to cradle the back of your head, pressing you closer, his breath fanning over your ear.

"didn’t mean to scare you, baby," he murmurs. "hate seeing you like this."

you sniffle, and he sways you slightly, trying to soothe you, to make up for the sharpness in his voice earlier.

"didn't like that," you mumble against his chest.

"i know, baby," he whispers, pressing another soft kiss to your cheek. "promise i won’t do it again, okay? swear it."

you nod, still quiet, still curled into him.

his lips find your temple again, lingering there before he tilts your chin up.

"let me make it up to you, yeah?" his voice is coaxing, warm, dripping with guilt. "we’ll stop and get you something sweet before we go."

you pout slightly, still reluctant.

"whatever you want, angel," he promises. "ice cream, candy, you name it. just wanna see my pretty girl smile again."

you mumble something, barely audible, but he catches it.

"what was that, baby?" he asks, tilting his head.

"want ice cream."

his lips twitch, finally, a small, relieved smile forming. "yeah? okay, baby. ice cream first, then we go."

Saiki somehow always gets the worst cards, but wins anyway.

Kaido gets some good cards and he can win every once in a while if saiki doesn't play.

Teruhashi gets the best cards in the game every time.

Yumehera (if that's how you spell her name) is super competitive, but never wins.

Nendou is surprisingly good. He is usually one of the first people out

Aren doesn't have the patience, so he doesn't really play.

Aiura is usually the second one to get rid of all her cards. Every once in a while saiki lets her and kaido win so he can avoid attention

Saiko refuses to touch the cards "Why on Earth should I play your filthy plebe game?"

The pervert isn't allowed to play (aka the girls leave immediately when he shows up)

daddy!rafe x baby!reader

the room was quiet, the only sound the slow hum of the ceiling fan and the faint crash of waves in the distance. you were in his lap, curled up against his chest, your small hands resting on his shoulders. rafe had been watching you for the past few minutes, his blue eyes dark, filled with something unreadable.

you could feel it—the shift in the air, the way his grip on your waist tightened just a little.

"you’re so pretty," he murmured, thumb tracing slow circles against your skin.

your breath hitched, fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt. "rafe—"

his hand moved before you could say anything else, sliding up, fingers curling around your throat. not too tight. just enough to make you aware of it.

your pulse pounded beneath his palm, and rafe’s smirk was lazy, teasing. "look at you," he murmured, thumb pressing against the hollow of your throat. "so fuckin’ pretty."

your lips parted, but no words came out. you didn’t know if it was because of the way his grip tightened, stealing the air from your lungs, or because of the way he was looking at you—like you were something fragile, something his.

"this all it takes, baby?" he mused, tilting his head, studying you. "just my hand around your throat, and you’re already goin’ dumb on me?"

you whimpered, small and breathy, hands scrambling to hold onto his wrist—not to stop him, just to anchor yourself.

his smirk deepened. "so fuckin’ precious."

his other hand came up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch almost gentle—such a contrast to the way he was holding you.

"y’know that, right?" he murmured, voice low, melting into the space between you.

you nodded, barely able to move with the way he was holding you.

"nah, baby," he smirked, fingers flexing around your throat. "wanna hear you."

"i—" your voice was barely a whisper, breathless, shaky. "i know."

"mm," rafe hummed, thumb brushing along your jaw. "that’s my pretty girl."

he loosened his grip just enough to let you take a shaky breath, but before you could even steady yourself, his lips were on yours.

slow at first. teasing.

his mouth moved against yours like he had time, like he wanted to savor you. his free hand slid up your back, fingers tangling in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp against his lips.

rafe groaned, deep in his chest, using the sound to slip his tongue into your mouth, swallowing the little whimper that escaped you.

his hand around your throat tightened again, just slightly, just enough to make your head spin. your hands curled into his shirt, gripping the fabric like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

the kiss turned hungrier, messier, all heat and desperation. rafe was everywhere—his hands, his mouth, the way his body pressed against yours, pinning you against the mattress.

you barely even noticed the way he moved, flipping you onto your back, settling between your legs like he belonged there.

"that’s my pretty girl," he murmured against your lips, voice rough, teasing. his grip on your throat flexed again, making your breath stutter.

"rafe," you whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging, needing.

he smirked, dragging his lips down to your jaw, your throat, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses against your skin.

"so needy," he muttered, teeth grazing against your pulse point, making you shiver. "wonder how much prettier you’d look beggin’ for me."