so sorry if you already answered this b4 but do u plan on writing more for mermaid motel ? 💘 love ur works !!
yes!! i honestly don’t know when or what i’ll write for mermaid motel but i’m not closed off to any suggestions ♡ for sure more threesome content, but maybe one night rafe just wants to watch?? AHHH IDK
i loveeeeeeeeeeeeee mean!rafe and bimbohousewife!reader i need him to manhandle me and condescendingly tell me i’m pretty but so dumb 🤤
omg he would tell you things like “being pretty is the only thing you’re good for, stop trying to use that dumb little head of yours.” anytime you run into trouble attempting to do something by yourself ໒꒰˵- ˕ -˵꒱১
bimbo housewife reader and meeeaaannnnnn meeeeeaaaaan rafe (may haps even with his friends) punishing her for something stupid like not enough salt in the food
♡ — warnings : rafe is super mean, extreme bimbofication, degradation, slight misogyny (?), rough handling
“jesus— what the fuck?!” your movements came to a complete halt upon hearing rafe curse from the dining room, your eyes widening ever so slightly once your name was called out. “y/n, get in here!” adjusting the pink polka-dotted apron around your waist, your heels clicked against the hardwood flooring as you made your way to where rafe, topper, and kelce were sitting. “yes, honey?” you smiled, batting your eyelashes at him. topper looked like he was stifling a laugh while kelce shook his head, your husband’s face visibly flushed with irritation. “how do you manage to absolutely butcher every single meal you prepare?” you blinked, your eyebrows knitting in confusion.
realizing you didn’t completely understand what he was trying to say, rafe pinched the bridge of his nose. “the food, y/n. i don’t spend thousands of dollars on cooking lessons just for you to be playing in the kitchen and giving me bland plates. what the fuck is this?” you were still smiling, your eyes flickering between all three men sitting at the table. “it’s meatloaf—!” you chirped. rafe scoffed, his facial expression morphing into one of disbelief. “i wasn’t asking what the food was literally— fuck, you know what, just—” rafe scooted out of his chair, excusing himself under his breath, “get over here.”
you nearly lost your footing when rafe pulled you into the kitchen, a small yelp leaving your lips when he managed to pin you in the corner. “what do you think you’re doing, huh? are you trying to embarrass me?” you immediately shook your head at his words, a small thump sounding out as the back of your head bumped the wall. “nonono! it looked good so i just thought it would taste good, too.” rafe sighed, his eyes narrowing at your doe-like expression. “look, i understand you have tits for brains, but next time you think something is good enough because it looks fine, you need to actually taste it so that you’re not giving me slop, yeah?” he nodded down at you condescendingly, his hand roughly squishing your cheeks together.
“hmphh— mhmm!” you mumbled, unable to speak. “what you’re going to do is go back out there and apologize to our guests for being a dumb bimbo whore for cooking such a shitty meal, and once you clean up the fucking mess you have in here, you’re going to walk that ass upstairs and wait for me naked, your heels and apron stay on. did you get all of that?” you nodded slowly, your panties already a mess. “good. now, go and get the fuck out of my face.” rafe unclasped your cheeks and watched as you walked back out to the dining room, a small ‘yes, sir.’ sounding from your lips as you did so.
omggg mermaid motel was so amazing it had me dizzy!!! ik you wrote that rafe wouldn’t really partake in aftercare but how would go if it was just them two—if it even ever is—would he give puppy!reader aftercare or just move on without any additional affection??
there’s been plenty of times where it was just rafe and puppy!reader in the bedroom, and even though rafe is a lot more affectionate when it’s just them two, he still can’t hack down the perfect aftercare routine lol. the most affection puppy could get out of him is when he’s still in his post orgasm bliss and he’s kissing her sloppily as he softly pants against her skin..
omg so glad u stepped out ur comfort zone with that post, u write barry so well i cant wait to see more of all three of them !
writing for barry was so overdue for me because i’ve wanted to write something with him for the longest time but wasn’t really sure how i’d involve him lol, but thank you so much bb!
PAIRING : criminal!rafe x criminal!barry x puppy!reader
WARNINGS : dark content (proceed at your own discretion), organized crime, descriptions and mentions of hard drugs, dealing of drugs, prostitution, polyamory (but not really??? lol puppy!reader is just a girl with two pretty boyfriends), suggestive language, groping, heated kissing, smoking/use of marijuana, implications of human trafficking, reader was essentially abandoned, threesome, unprotected sex, handjob, rafe refers to barry and himself as reader’s ‘daddies’, dirty talk, finger sucking, praise, slight degradation, asphyxiation, creampie
AUTHOR’S NOTE : really stepped out of my comfort zone with this one, but i do plan to write more for this au and pairing, so if you have any requests or questions, pleaseeee don’t hesitate to send them in!
WORD COUNT : 2.3k
“did you do that drop?”
you looked up from where you were bagging pills, popping a bubble with your gum. “mhmm!” you hummed sweetly, “the money is in the safe, and i already logged it, too.” barry stepped up behind you, pressing his frontside against your ass. “you’re fuckin’ great.” you smiled upon feeling his large hands snake around your hips, the tip of his nose running along your cheek. “you gonna let me reward you later?” arching into him, you reached up, tugging at the scruff on his chin. “only if you don’t forget about me..” you whispered, tossing the bag of pills in a nearby duffel bag. “ahhh,” barry groaned, stroking the underside of your jaw, “you know me and rafe got errands to run after hours.”
spinning around on your heels, you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to take your lips in a brief kiss. “well both of you know where my room is.” you winked, giving him a pat on his chest before grabbing your phone off the counter. barry watched as you walked away, your pink thong peeking out of your poor excuse of jean shorts. making your way to the front desk in the small lobby, you flipped open the binder to see if anyone had reserved rooms for the night. “let’s see..” you trailed off, placing an accessorized nail over today’s date, “brianna— one hour session. star, same thing. alexis, two hours; jeez..” you nodded to yourself as you continued reading out names.
“are the girls busy tonight?” rafe walked in, prompting you to greet him at the door. taking in the scent of his cologne, you yelped when he took your flesh between his fingers and pinched. “yup!” you lead him behind the desk, showing him the binder full of ‘appointments’. rafe scanned the paper, his eyebrows knitting in focus as he took note of everyone. “alright, this is good. everyone should be getting a bad ass pay-out tonight,” rafe smiled, “did you drop off to reaper already?” leaning into him, rafe embraced you as you muttered a yes. “i also got all the bags packed that you and barry need for tonight.” rafe picked you up upon hearing your words, your bottom meeting the cold wood of the desk.
“you deserve a little down time..” he teased, a giggle leaving your lips as he pulled the waistband of your thong and let it snap back against your skin. “can i go in the pool?!” you asked excitedly, absolutely dying to wear one of the many bikinis you ordered online last week. rafe kissed you, his hand wrapping around your throat as a small whimper emitted from your mouth. “i had something else in mind, but it could wait until me and barry come back from the mainland.” he spoke low, the soft rumble of his voice making your thighs rub together. “bear said the same thing.” you whispered, watching as rafe’s lips lifted in amusement. “yeah? then i guess you’ll be seeing both of us later on.” he helped you down from where you were sitting on the desk, your heels clicking against the cheap flooring.
“speaking of ‘bear’, where is he?” rafe pulled a small tube from his pocket, handing it over to you as you motioned towards the back. “he’s in the product room.” twisting the plastic cap off of the tube, you gasped as three pre-rolls stared back at you, all of them in pink rolling papers. “aww!” you threw your arms around rafe, “thank you, ray!” rafe acted as if your display of gratitude didn’t have his chest blooming with pride, his face stoic as you smiled widely. “go ahead and go to the pool, i’ll call you if me and barry need anything.” pecking his cheek, rafe didn’t bother to wipe away the glittery lipgloss now adorning his skin.
walking out of the main office, you couldn’t get to your room fast enough as you quickly made your way inside the heavily decorated space. in record time, you had put on your bikini, slipped on some bedazzled flip flops, and snapped a couple of photos, before you found yourself smoking away with your feet dipped in the cold water. you glanced up at the darkening sky, the blue fluorescent lights from the pool illuminating your figure as the pink led’s lit up the motel. night was coming soon, which meant the real foot traffic had still yet to come. inhaling the potent smoke from the joint between your fingers, your eyes fluttered shut for a moment before you exhaled.
you couldn’t help but think and get into your head when you were out here by yourself. your life was so different before you met rafe and barry. as it was, you weren’t even from outer banks. spring break had rolled around for you and your friends, and what supposed to be a trip of self discovery and harmless fun, soon turned into anything but. to make a long story semi-short; rafe and barry approached your group on the beach and gave all of you a place to stay ‘free of charge’, gave all of you ‘free’ drugs, had you guys party with them for seven days straight, and when it came time to leave and go back home, rafe and barry decided to flip the script and tell you guys that “nothing was free in this world” and all of you had to work in order to pay them back.
you had two choices; become a ‘mermaid’ here at mermaid motel, have your pictures taken and put in a menu book for men to choose from when they wanted a good time, or make deliveries and work in the back room (with risk exposure of fentanyl and a whole bunch of other killer shit) until you made rafe and barry enough money to pay them what you owed. later that night, your so called ‘friends’ ended up taking off on a greyhound without telling you anything, leaving you behind to pay off one hell of a debt. when rafe saw how your friends left you, he knew right then and there that he wanted to take care of you. out of your group of friends, you were the more quiet one, the more tentative one, even rafe and barry had told you that you didn’t belong here.
it was hard to not take a liking to you so much, especially when they saw how much you aimed to please. rafe and barry had you starting out in the back room with the non-lethal stuff first. bagging and scaling out weed, counting xanax and molly, baking edibles (now one of your favorite hobbies), and sometimes you’d weigh the occasional eight balls of coke if they were pressed for time and needed an extra set of hands. you had picked up the way of doing things around here really fast, and before you knew it, it wasn’t long before you had been promoted to the big leagues. you were making deliveries, going on drops, logging profit and keeping inventory, having access to the vault where all the money resided— you had managed to work your way to the top.
you were great for business, and it didn’t help that both rafe and barry were feining for you at the same time. you don’t know how it happened, but after it was established that you didn’t want to go back home, and instead stay here, they were both having their way with you, and you didn’t mind. they made you the center of attention when both of them were in the room, your pleasure being their top priority as they both shared you and plowed you through your mattress. obviously, it wasn’t an ideal way of living, but you were happy. you woke up whenever you wanted to, dolled yourself up however you wanted to, got to wear whatever you wanted, you were making insane money and sending large portions back home to your family, you had two sexy boyfriends who spoiled you rotten, you really couldn’t have asked for anything more.
..now you sit here, waving bye to them as rafe’s truck pulls out of the parking lot. after about an hour in the pool, you had taken it upon yourself to stay behind the desk in order to check people in and handle their payment. men came and went, and by the time the last client left, all the girls were standing in line outside the back room as the electric money counter flipped through the bills. it was unreal— the amount of money that could be accumulated in one night. with twenty girls working tonight, each one averaging about $300 an hour, back to back appointments included, ‘mermaid motel’ made a whopping $24,000 within the span of four hours.
with a house fee of 30% deducted, each girl walked out of the office approximately $720 richer than they were yesterday. a lot of them always came back for another shift, especially since they knew five grand a week was guaranteed. at the end of the day, ‘mermaid motel’ was a business, and the money talked. glancing at the clock, you sighed before handing over the security guards their cut. “thank you so much guys, y’all are awesomeeee!” you followed them out before locking the main office doors. it all but took two more hours before rafe and barry were filing into your room, your lashes fluttering open as you felt the bed dip on either sides of you.
“pup?” rafe cooed, his lips skimming your ear as you stirred softly. barry moved your hair out of your face, his golden-toothed smile making your cheeks heat. “what time is it?” you yawned, goosebumps spreading across your skin as rafe’s mouth latched onto your neck. “it’s three in the morning,” barry grunted, “just let us take care of you.” you shivered, your panties slipping down your legs as rafe’s erection poked your backside. you turned into putty in their hands, their bodies flushed against your own as you ran your fingers through barry’s hair. taking your lips in a kiss, barry brought your leg over his hip, giving rafe the room to line up with your entrance.
whispering pure filth against your skin, you cried out when rafe pushed into you, the brunette in front of you guiding your hand to stroke his cock as he groped your bare chest. barry moaned when your thumb ran over his tip, your palm sliding up and down his length while you could barely handle the thrusts coming in from behind you. “been’ thinking about this all fuckin day,” rafe’s bruising grip on your hip caused a yelp to fall from your lips, “haven’t we bear?” barry hummed, his fingers slipping into your mouth. sucking on his digits, rafe watched with hooded eyes as his business partner’s hand snaked between your legs.
“rub her clit, barry, ‘get her screaming in here.” you shuddered upon feeling his fingertips on your sensitive bundle of nerves, his hips stuttering in your palm as your movements became more frantic. sure enough, barry had you hysterical and delirious with his ministrations, your thighs trembling with sensitivity while rafe continued fucking you into oblivion. barry’s facial hair tickled your neck as he sucked bruises into your flesh, his teeth nipping you in the process. with one hand reaching back and cupping rafe’s face, and the other still tugging one out for barry, you felt your mind growing fuzzy as the coil in your tummy grew tighter and tighter with each passing minute.
“so pretty and obedient,” barry teased you, “poor puppy just desperate for attention and approval.” you mewled at his words, your eyes screwing tight as fire spread throughout your limbs, your blood whooshing in your ears as the pressure in your core threatened to snap. rafe laughed, his breath hot against your back. “such a good fuckin’ cock slut, ‘taking care of her daddies, hm?” you nodded, unable to speak. rafe and barry spared each other a glance, both of them carrying a knowing look in their eyes. just as you felt your orgasm crash into you, rafe took his palm and clasped it tight over your mouth, his thumb and index finger pinching your nose closed so you couldn’t breathe.
as if on cue, barry’s cum coated your hand in white, thick ropes at the same time you felt rafe spill into your cunt, your body convulsing as you squirmed in between them. with black dots now spotting your vision, your nails dug harshly into their skin as your body moved to fight for a much needed breath. your head throbbed and pounded, both men watching you intently as you blinked in and out of consciousness. finally, just as you were about to fall limp, rafe removed his hand from your face, your chest caving in as you gasped sharply— your vision blurry with tears. barry blew air in your face as rafe rubbed your back soothingly, both of them whispering praises until you were coherent enough to be brought down from cloud nine.
you stayed silent, feeling absolutely spent as rafe trailed kisses from the curve of your neck down to your shoulder. “are you okay?” barry thumbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him with your glossy eyes. “yes..” you breathed out, nuzzling your head into his chest. pulling out with a hiss, rafe rolled over onto his back, a small bead of sweat running down his temple as barry cradled you with both arms. rafe was never really the type to partake in after care, he figured he’d just leave that part up to barry since he had no problem reassuring you and being so affectionate. “m’gonna go get her bath ready.” rafe groaned, pulling on his briefs before entering your bathroom.
TOXICBABYDADDY!RAFE X BITCHY!KOOK!READER who had two completely different reactions when the word ‘pregnant’ popped up on the digital testing stick. “my life is so fucking over—!” she sobbed, pushing against rafe’s chest as he attempted to comfort her. “what? no, baby, this is a good thing!” rafe followed her out of the bathroom, “this is going to bring us together, this is exactly what we need!” bitchy!kook!reader shook her head, his words only prompting her to break down even more. “do you hear yourself?! a baby isn’t going solve our problems, rafe!” she swatted his hands away, her chest rising and falling as she fought to catch her breath. rafe ignored the small pang of hurt in his chest as he guided her to sit on his lap, his jaw ticking as he saw the look of pure devastation etched onto your features. “what’s scaring you, hm? talk to me.” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, his ‘sincerity’ nothing but a facade to make himself look like he’s your savior. “i can’t have a baby with you— i don’t want to be connected to you forever.”
TOXICBABYDADDY!RAFE who managed to successfully convince you to keep the baby, his master plan of getting you pregnant and dependent on him ultimately working in his favor. months prior to you getting that positive test, he’d hide your birth control pills so you’d miss dosages, kept your hips elevated after finishing deep in your cunt, poking holes in the condoms you’d rarely tell him to wear, incorporated different foods and vitamins into your diet that boosted fertility— he did everything you could think of in order to get you right where he wanted you. there was no chance rafe was ever going to leave you alone, his possessiveness over you going far beyond unreasonable. if you thought rafe was invasive and unbearable before, he was so much more worse now that you were carrying his child. he blows up your phone if you leave the house without him, doesn’t let you see any of your friends— unless you plan a gathering at home, he makes sure there’s not a single thing you can do that he won’t know about.
BITCHY!KOOK!READER who let rafe talk his way into her head during her most vulnerable moment, eventually giving in to his pleads for her to stay with him. “i’ll take such good care of all of us, please, just imagine it for a second,” rafe was on his knees, his palms running up and down your thighs soothingly, “our own little family— me and you working together, raising something we created. it would change us for the better, baby.” oh, how that was so wrong. rafe had completely isolated you from pretty much everyone you knew, forcing you to actually need him. you two bickered and argued over the smallest things, your back and forth matches always ending with rafe shushing you and telling you that ‘stress isn’t good for the baby’. nothing had changed for the better like rafe had said it would— no matter how much he insisted it did. you started building up resentment towards him, a mixture of both regret and fear settling in your stomach every time rafe lashed out or punched something out of anger.
merry christmas to all of you from me ♡ i’ve been taking a little break since i’m spending a lot of time with my family and i just wanted to be in the moment lol. i hope everyone gets to be comfortable today and can somewhat find joy in whatever way they can. i know the holidays could be either a really fun time of the year or the worst (i’ve experienced both), so i’m just wishing all of you health and happiness for the rest of this year and the next! i’ll be back to post more fics once the holiday craze clears up!
I really loved ‘trying to leave cheater rafe’!!! Do you think we could get more like this?? Maybe a part 2?. Totally okay if not though!
i’ll try my best to think of what a pt. 2 would consist of.. maybe reader could run into rafe’s pregnant mistress or something?? please send in suggestions if you have any tyyyy ♡
