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“you always look gorgeous.” rafe says, a slight grin on his face giving away that he's not fully conveying his true feelings.
“but…”
“but that dress is ridiculous.” rafe lets his laughter out, watching you frown at first before joining him in chuckling as you look in the mirror.
“it really is horrible, huh.”
“well, it's your aunt's taste so…” rafe shrugs. you twirl back towards rafe.
“tacky.” you both say at the same time.
“i hope her idea for the flower girl dress is better than this.” rafe looks to the door, knowing jada will be getting up from her nap soon.
“actually, i told her that we would take care of it.” you watch as rafe smile grows, realizing your daughter wouldn’t be stuck in a neon yellow dress covered in ruffles like her mama is.
“thank god.” rafe sighs. “and about you changing after the ceremony?”
“i was not able to convince her of that… yet.” you tsk. when your aunt invited you to be a part of her wedding, you didn’t even assume for a second it would be understated simply because its her fourth. she’s never been one to shy away from a big event, but being the richest woman in the outer banks means she gets away with her taste being pastels and colorful patterns.
“maybe you could tell her you still breastfeed jada sometimes and need a dress with a better top for it.” rafe shrugs. he doesn’t care what you wear, but he knows you would prefer not to be stuck in that so called dress for the entire evening.
“that’s actually not a terrible idea.” you admit before turning around, rafes hands coming to unlace the corset back as you let the dress fall to the floor. no point in trying to avoid wrinkles when there’s a million layers of ruffles.
“mmm, now that’s much better.” rafe smirks, eyes moving up and down your body, now only covered in your undergarments
you both move with a measured quickness, predicting each others next movements with fluidity until you both end up on the bed, lips attached together.
rafe is just about to reach behind your back to unclip your bra when you hear little footsteps coming down the hallway.
“the one time i need her to stay napping for longer…” rafe groans, rolling off the bed to intercept your toddler so you can get dressed in peace.
“this is what you get for always wanting her to get up earlier because you miss her.” you laugh as rafe sends a look to you before closing the door.
--
“i saw you shed a tear.” you say, causing rafe to whip around.
“jesus, how could i not.” he shakes his head, taking jada from your arms now that pictures with the wedding party were finished.
“are you hungry baby girl?” rafe asks.
“yes!” jada’s eyes light up. “wedding cake!”
you made the mistake of telling jada there would be cake at the wedding when going over what the day would look like, but you have been able to use it to your advantage, like promising her a whole slice if she walks straight down the aisle without stopping or crying.
“we have to wait for auntie tilly to cut the cake first, then we can eat.” you explain. jada looks to rafe with big eyes, her bottom lip pouting out.
“jada, don’t look at me like that.” rafe groans. jada has learned that she can get her way anytime she pouts to her dad.
“i think theres french fries inside, why don’t we have those first, hm?” you offer jada, who is happy enough to accept the compromise for now.
“so, yellow bridesmaid dress all night?” rafe asks as you head into the venue, your aunt continuing to take pictures with her new husband, only 30 some odd years her junior.
“yes, rafe.” you sigh. “i have not been able to convince her since you last asked me half an hour ago.”
“well, you look pretty either way.” rafe turns jada in his arms so he can look at her, holding her close to his chest as a group of people walk by. “doesn’t mommy look pretty?”
you both know you should let her walk more, but she’s just so little you’re afraid of her getting trampled by wedding guests, and the fact that she’s not stable in her little heels doesn’t help your anxiety.
“yes!” jada squeals her answer before cuddling into rafes neck.
--
“poor sleepy girl.” you laugh, one hand rubbing up and down rafes back while the other strokes jadas.
“i told her this was the last song we were dancing to.” rafe doesn’t bother to whisper, no amount of noise could keep jadas droopy eyes from closing. the party would still be going on for a few more hours, but as the final note of the song plays, you make your way quickly out of the venue.
“im gonna sit in back with her.” you tell rafe as you load jada into the carseat, knowing that if she happens to wake up on the ride home she won’t be happy about leaving the wedding.
“sounds like a plan.” rafe agrees, rounding the car to go to the drivers seat, wanting to get both of you home as quickly as possible.
after you’ve gotten back and unloaded the car (or at least most of it, some can always wait for morning), rafe takes jada to change her into her pajamas while you manage to get yourself out of the mess of ruffles.
“ah, my timing is perfect yet again.” rafe smirks as he walks into the room, just having taken off your bra.
“and definitely no baby to interrupt us this time.” you smile as you flop back onto the bed. with as big of a day as jada had, it’s even likely that she sleeps in tomorrow.
rafe sets the baby monitor down on the night table anyways, always a little more cautious than you.
“can i say something corny?” you ask as rafe lays down next to you, his eyes moving from your exposed breasts up to your eyes.
“of course.”
“im so glad that when we got married i knew it would just be us. like- i just mean watching my aunt marry and divorce, marry and divorce. knowing that we would just be together.”
“i completely know what you mean.” rafe agrees. when he first told you he loved you, he also admitted you were the first person he's ever loved, that he had to do years of work on himself to get to the point where he even could.
you know about his past only through what he's told you and the little bit of gossip you've heard around the island, having not lived in the outer banks before moving in with your aunt in your early 20s.
“and now look at us.” you smile. “we have jada, this house, and a beautiful family.”
“a beautiful family that…” rafe bats his eyelashes at you, and that's how you know this is something he really wants. “i would love to expand.”
“i-” you can't help but laugh, a big smile stretching over your cheeks. “i already stopped taking my birth control. i was going to talk to you about it tonight.”
rafe can't help but surge forward and kiss you. he should have known that you were already feeling the same, already together in your future plans.
you pull rafe so he's hovering over top of you, your arms moving up and down his toned shoulders and biceps.
“let's get started right now.” you smile up at him.
--
“please.” you whine out, back arching off the bed. “please, rafe, i need it.”
his thumb circles teasingly around your clit again, never hitting it quite right to send you over the edge.
“mmm, i guess you should cum first.” rafe pumps his hips again, knowing he's not too far from spilling into you himself.
“considering you work so hard growing out little ones.” its funny that rafe has already started to refer to your multiple children, despite jadas sibling being just a thought for now.
“yeah.” you nod. “let me cum.”
rafe finally relents, thumb not just touching your clit but rubbing into you, pulling and pushing on your flesh as your nerves light up, feeling the sensation throughout your whole body as your back aches and you let out a cry, wishing you could keep your eyes open to watch as rafe jaw falls open as he cums into you, but they squeeze shut, stars showing on your eyelids.
“fuck, fuck- y/n.” rafe grunts before whimpering your name, collapsing onto the bed but not before taking you with him, keeping your hips flushed together so you're now laying on top of his, softening cock still inside of you.
“can't pull out yet.” rafe just says, squeezing your ass as you nuzzle into his chest, knowing his mission from now until you're showing is to make sure there's another addition to your family soon.
warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, tit play, protected (woo!) sex, mentions of semi public sex
you flop down on the sunbed next to rafe, propping your head on your hand as you stare at him.
you start at his chest before dropping lower to the swimsuit that's tantalizingly low on his hips. it's a chore to drag your eyes away, up to his face.
you admire his cheekbones first, slightly shining in the bright sun before you move to his lips, pink and pouty, the bottom one just waiting to be kissed.
you follow the slope of his nose up to where sunglasses cover his eyes, reflecting the gentle lapping of the water.
“you know im not asleep under these shades right?” rafe says.
“oh, ive grown long past being ashamed of admiring you.” you giggle, sitting up in your lounge chair, pressing your breasts together with your arms, knowing it'll entice rafe away from his relaxation.
“don't you think you need to get out of the sun for a bit? you're looking hot.”
“you drive me crazy.” rafe removes his sunglasses and tossed them to the sand, a smirk stretching across his face.
“come on.” he stands up swiftly, like he can't wait a moment longer, extending his hand down to yours, which you eagerly take.
rafe practically pulls you inside and up to his bedroom, your bodies immediately melding into one the moment the door locks shut.
“i want you so bad.” you whimper against rafes lip, not giving him time to respond as you kiss and suck at his bottom lip, running your tongue across it, desperate to taste more of him.
“yeah, baby.” rafe chuckles, pushing your hips back, forcing you away from him. “you make it real obvious.”
you just smile as you lie back on the bed. none of rafes quips affect you anymore, and the combination of the perfect weather outside and rafe climbing onto the bed on top of you makes a smile stretch to your cheeks. nothing could ruin this moment.
rafe kisses your lips, but pulls away before you can deepen it, mouth coming to your neck, gliding down your chest to the swell of your breast.
you know rafe likes to do it himself, but you have no patience, arching your back and pulling the ties of your swimsuit apart so the cups fall away from your chest.
rafe tsks, his displeasure only evident for a second as he mouth latches around your nipple.
you let out a moan, hands coming to his hair, needing the physical connection to him as he tongues and plays with your chest before switching to the other nipple, long strokes of his tongue coaxing it to peak hardness.
rafe moves back up to your lips, letting you kiss him and hold his face as he rearranges your body so his hips can slot in-between yours.
you instantly begin to grind against him, feeling the hard length concealed beneath his swimsuit bottoms.
“just insatiable.” rafe laughs, moving away from you only for a moment to grab a condom from where a whole pack is thrown on the nightstand, ready to use.
you loosen your legs around rafes hips, allowing him to tug down his swimsuits, cock rising to stand tall and ready. he slips the condom out of the foil and wraps it down his length while you undo the ties on your bikini bottoms to get them off too.
“after this…” rafe trails off, losing his train of thought as you wrap your legs around his hips and tug him closer again, no clothing interrupting your grinding this time.
“after this what?” you giggle when rafe gives you a look, one that's slightly sheepish and won't admit that he completely forgot where he was going with the sentence.
“hm?” you goad him on as the head of his cock rubs between your thighs, teasing at your clit before running over it as well.
“boat.” rafe finally says. “we should go out on the boat.”
“you just wanna see me in a bikini for longer.” you laugh, the noise making rafes eyes shine in admiration. he never thought he'd like a sound so much until he heard your laugh.
“yes.” rafe nods, and as he sees you open your mouth for another quip back, he sinks his cock into you. “ive grown past being ashamed of admiring you.”
you let out a moan, head falling back against the pillows as he echoes your words from earlier back to you.
rafe wastes no time in building up a fast rhythm. despite the little foreplay, you're both desperate for each other. your bodies calling out constantly for the others touch.
you let rafe continue thrusting into you until you can't help it any longer, wanting to show him pleasure back, so you put all your weight and strength into flipping over so you're on top, his cock not leaving you the entire time.
“oh fuck, baby.” rafe grunts out, his hands coming to cup your tits as you begin to bounce on his cock, hips swirling and pumping as fast as your legs will allow.
“im- shit.” rafe tries to grab at your hips, to hold you tight and get you to slow down, but you overpower him, wanting to make him cum now.
“come on, baby.” you moan out. “give it to me, i want it.”
rafe gives up on trying to last, pumping his hips up into you as he lets out a moan, your name tumbling out of his lips as he cums.
you bend forward, hips gyrating slowly as he works through his orgasm. your chests press together as you watch rafes face, his mouth ajar and wet from kisses, his blue eyes glazed over in pleasure.
you can tell in his expression when he snaps back to reality.
“fuck.” he chuckles as you climb off, running his hands through his hair as he blinks rapidly, before looking for you.
“wait-” rafe grabs your wrist, trying to stop you from getting your swimsuit back on.
“hm?” you ask, shaking his loose grip off to continue tying the strings back together.
“what about you?”
you just smile and toss rafes swim trunks at him. “you can finish me off on the boat.”
warnings: 18+ only, smut, boxer!rafe, established relationship, p in v sex, semi public sex, violence but not in great detail, unprotected sex, mentions of rafes anger issues
rafes head is down as you step into the locker room. it's dark and gloomy, no need for bright lights that just illuminate the blood and grime more.
the fleeting sunlight peeking in through the windows only casts light upon the dust floating in the room as you close the door behind you, causing rafe to finally look up.
his eyes shift from pure focus to something softer. “hey.” his voice is still low, slightly hoarse from not speaking most of the day.
“hey.” you move the rest of the way into the room, your footsteps sounding thunderous in the silence that always cloaks the gym before a fight, especially one like this.
“ill be safe.” you see a hint of humor in his eyes now as you roll yours. you always tell rafe to stay safe before a fight, it's become such an expectation that he beats you to it.
“do you have your gloves?” you ask, looking towards his gym bag, wanting to rifle through it to make sure rafe has everything he needs, even though you packed it for him.
“of course.” rafe smiles, wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs and pulling you closer into him, his forehead pressing against your stomach.
“you're nervous for this one.” rafe states. he doesn't need to ask, he can tell just by your energy, the way your breathing is more frantic, your eyes opened ever so slightly wider than normal.
“im not the one in the ring.” you hum, hand coming to the back of his neck, stroking over his hairline, taming it despite knowing it's only a few minutes before it's going to get messed up again, either by rafe rubbing at it or the opponent.
“i know.” rafe looks up at you, a soft smile on his face. “but ya love me.”
“mmm, unfortunately.” you joke, a smile flashing across your lips before you drop your head to press your mouths against rafe, the kiss hungry and desperate, knowing it may be your last for a while if rafe gets his lip busted open.
“okay-” rafe sighs, pulling away, restraint in his voice as his insides call to continue kissing you. “it's almost time. love you.”
“love you too.” you back away but keep your eyes locked with rafe until your back is pressed up against the door. “win for me.”
you step out, eyes flickering around his team, waiting in the hallway for you, knowing better than to interrupt your moment with rafe.
“he's ready.” you nod to rafes coach before ducking out of the way as they file into the locker room.
you can hear the noise of the crowd grow as you walk into the arena, rows of seats all facing towards the central octagon. none of the security stops you to ask for a ticket as you walk to the front, rafe has become a headliner at the boxing gym, and you a vip along with it.
you take your seat, a coveted one, right in rafes corner. you know he has supporters, and while you appreciate most of them, the female ones who fawn over him anger you every time they shout his name or try to give him their number, but his quick shut down of advances always washes away the brief resentment.
“hey y/n.” rafes coaches brother, lewis, sits next to you, your de facto personal bodyguard. you insisted you didn't need someone looking over you, but rafe was always worried about a fight starting in the crowd. it certainly wouldn't be the first one that has broken out at a boxing gym.
“hi lewis.” you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and lean back in your seat as the prematch comes out, beginner fighters to keep all the early attendees from getting impatient while the crowd grows and seats fill.
overall, it's a professional arena. not on a pro level by any standards, but the best you can get in the area without making boxing full time. it certainly puts the smaller gyms rafe started out in to shame.
you were the one who originally suggested it. any sort of contact sport to work through some of his anger. you saw it bubbling under the surface, and you knew rafe would never do anything in your presence, even if he wanted to scream and punch a wall, he'd bottle it all in just to not scare you.
you clap as the first round comes to an end, ever the good supporter and attendee. it's part of the reason the gym likes rafe so much, he's no fuss, no personal drama, just pure fighting.
there's more rounds as you wait to see rafe, the rest of the seats being filled along with standing room in the back for anyone getting in late.
a new referee steps into the ring, a professional with years of experience who doesn't bother with the lower level fights, saving himself for the main event.
you sit up a little straighter in your seat as your eyes move to the door, a smile stretching over your cheeks as rafe steps out to applause and the thumbing base of a rap song. you applaud as well, keeping your eyes on rafe despite knowing he won't look at you, not until he gets in the ring, some sort of superstition that he's developed as he keeps his head down.
the other fighter comes out to the booming announcement of their name, a silly nickname you immediately disregard. clearly someone trying to rise the ranks and become a well known name, but you can tell just by his stature that rafe will take him down.
you breathe a little sigh of relief as rafe climbs into the ring and looks over to you, a slight smirk you're sure only you can see. he knows just as well as you do that this will be an easy day.
the official facilitates the handshake between the opponents before they're back to their corners to tape wrists and put on gloves, getting everything prepared. you keep your eyes on rafe, of course, taking in his every movement.
you feel a stirring in your stomach as he stands, tank top stretched tight across his body while his shorts are looser, allowing him to move easily around the ring.
you hear a woop coming from the back but know better than to divert your attention, rafe surging forward right when the official starts the round. he wastes no time throwing quick punches before defending, stepping to the side to miss the opponents swipes.
rafe lands a few more blows, but you don't cheer yet. you've made the mistake before of thinking he's in the clear too early.
the movement of rafes body is almost a dance, one driven by passion. his biceps bulge with every punch, swear gathering on his chest, making your mouth water as you watch.
the officials whistle to end the round makes you jump, too wrapped up in rafes looks to pay attention to the fight like you know you should.
you really do try to shift your attention back, but as the next round starts, you're quickly drawn back to watching rafes body and smooth movements.
every punch he throws makes your legs tighten further, hoping the pressing of your thighs offers you some sort of relief, but any comfort is fleeting.
your body responds for you when the fight comes to end, rising to your feet and clapping as you snap back to attention. rafe of course wins, the opponent not even getting a punch to his face other than a brief touch on his jaw that didn't even knock his mouthguard.
“i knew you'd win.” you smile and step forward as rafe comes to the ropes, leaning over to press his lips against yours.
“let me talk to the team and shower then we'll get out of here, yeah?” rafe kisses you again before leaning in to whisper into your ear. “i can tell you're turned on.”
--
“how'd you know?” you question as rafe shifts the car into drive, his free hand immediately coming to your thigh as he pulls out of the parking spot and onto the road.
“that you were- are turned on?” rafe smirks, keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead. “you get a look in your eyes, baby. and i can tell you want me.”
“and i have that look right now?” you hum out, turning the volume up on the radio slightly as the kid cudi song comes on.
“mhm. and it'll only intensify when i do this-” rafes hand slides upwards between your thighs. you quickly part them for him, letting out a soft moan as his fingers rub right where he knows you like it best.
“shit.” you lean back into the seat, trying to keep yourself from jumping over the center console and pouncing on rafe instantly. you pray you don't hit traffic as he presses harder on the gas pedal, ready to get home as well.
“you looked so pretty tonight cheering me on baby.” rafe pushes his fingers harder against your pants, creating tight circles. “even if you were spaced out the entire time.”
“mhm.” you hum, not even truly listening to what rafe is saying, just enjoying the tambor of his voice and the feeling growing in your stomach.
you know when rafe laughs that it's at you and your current state, but you've done far too much and been with him far too long to be embarrassed or ashamed by your lust as you let out another moan.
your eyes are glossy as you turn to look at rafe, hand gripping the wheel tightly with a clear tent in his sweatpants. you blink a few times to clear your vision as you take in his hard set jaw, tension building as he is forced to wait to get inside you.
you reach over to place your hand on rafes crotch, hoping the pressure of your hand sustains him a little longer.
“it's taking everything in me not to pull over and fuck you here in the car.” rafe says through gritted teeth.
you look out the windshield as rafe moves his hand to grip the steering wheel with both hands, needing it now that you're touching him to keep the vehicle steady. “we're almost home.” you hum out, petting your fingertips over his length, contemplating pushing his pants down and bending over the center console, but your clenching pussy needs him.
rafe pulls into the driveway at speeds he shouldn't be going inside a residential neighborhood, the car calming to a halting stop, and not even a second passes before you're out of your seats and out of the car.
rafe beats you to the front door, throwing it open for you to rush inside, locking it tight after you've entered.
you know you won't make it to the bed. you never do on nights like this. both on a high from rafe winning his fight, an easy opponent with not even a scratch to his knuckles.
rafe presses you against the wall of the hallway, his body molding against yours as his lips smash forward into a passionate kiss. you reach between your bodies immediately, knowing you're already soaking wet and ready from rafe playing with you in the car.
you push down on the hem of rafes sweatpants until rafe moves his hips and allows you to shove them down along with his underwear.
rafe lets out a sigh as your hand wraps around his length, holding his cock in your grasp as you quickly begin to stroke.
“fuck, baby.” rafe places his fist around your hand. “as much as i love you touching me like this i need to be inside you now.”
there's a desperation in his voice that makes something in your chest tighten.
you nod and release him, undoing your button and zipper to shove your pants to the ground and kick them away. rafe grabs the hem of your tshirt before you can take it off yourself, pulling it up over your head before it also joins the clothes scattered around the foyer.
rafe connects your lips back together, his hands sneaking behind your back to undo your bra before pulling the cups off, large palms quickly replacing them as he holds your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze that has your mouth falling open in a satisfied sigh.
“bedroom, counter or right here?” rafe asks, pulling on your lip before you can answer and giving it a tug.
“right here.” you reach down and take rafes cock in your hand, giving it a stroke. “right here, right now.”
“mmm, don't have to tell me again.” rafes arms circle around you and pull you up, pinning you against the wall. your body moves so naturally like it's done a hundred times before, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
rafe lines up his cock with your entrance and sinks forward. your arms wrap around his shoulders and pull him in tight, mouth dropping open and eyes squeezing closed as he slowly enters you.
“oh god.” rafe groans, mouth opening as well, but to press his teeth against your skin, biting down gently so as to not actually hurt you, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin.
“fuck me rafe.” your fingertips are digging into his shoulders, trying not to pierce him with your nails as you grip onto his muscles, muscles he just used to pummel his opponent.
“fuck me hard.” you don't often ask for it hard or really give him any direction. rafe knows how to please you, but it's different today. you need his full force, everything he has left in him.
and he doesn't make you wait.
rafe pulls his cock out slowly before slamming in, forcing your ass back into the wall with a thud, your whole body shuddering as he thrusts.
you tighten your arms even more, needing your bodies to become one as he pumps his hips forward, the sound of skin meeting together spreading through the empty house.
tomorrow, you'll clean up the clothes off the floor. tomorrow, you'll make a large breakfast to replenish rafe from his fight and open every window in the house to let in light and air, but tonight, you're going to remain in the dark hallway with your legs wrapped around rafes waist.
“harder.” you beg again, even though you're not sure you can take it.
rafe complies, swinging faster as one of his hands manages to find a way between your bodies, tips of his fingers pressing against your clit. he knows he should fuck you longer, but he can build you up again for the second time in the bedroom, you've teased each other too much and he needs to feel you fall apart in his arms.
“you're so tight and warm.” rafe mumbles, burying his face in your neck as he huffs, absorbing your heart after being apart physically for too long, the cold air of the gym and locker room now being replaced with you.
“i love you.” rafe mumbles, lips against your neck as he presses a few kisses to your throat. “thank you.”
he doesn't need to say what for. you understand. for being with him, for encouraging him to try boxing, for standing by his side and knowing what's best for him even when he didn't know himself.
“i love you.” you moan out, pussy clenching around rafes cock as your high suddenly hits, back arching off the wall in pleasure only to be slammed back against it as rafe pushes as deep as he can go inside of you, the squeezing of your cunt triggering his own high as his cum spurts inside of you.
“f-fuck.” you whine, nails fully leaving marks now as you breathe deeply, chest rising and falling, pressing against rafes with every breath.
“let's go take a bath.” rafe says, his voice suddenly softer, almost like the sex was the last bit of excursion he needed to calm himself after the fight.
“okay.” you can't help but giggle.
despite your agreement, rafe doesn't pull out, his softening cock still inside of you and bodies connected.
“okay.” you repeat, pressing your lips against rafes cheek before resting your head against his, realizing what he needs in that moment. “i love you.”
you stay there, still, for minutes that stretch into what feels like hours, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.
“okay.” rafe finally responds, eyes blinking with a new clarity, any sort of anger or frustration he had before the fight now freed from inside him. “bath time, yeah?”
well 🧍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.
this is ridiculous. nobody is more mad at non voters than they are at israel. don't put words in our mouth.
and voting for harris is to protect us at home so we can support palestine instead of fearing for our own safety and health. voting for a candidate isn't endorsing everything they do or feel, it's simply what direction you want the country to go in.
and trump will be a million times worse for palestine than harris would have been. she at least has some concerns, trump wants the war to end by literally wiping out all palestinians
do i need to spell out every little thing for you? are you that dense? isn't it obvious that nonamericans not voting in an american election is not included in the conversation we were having. maybe use your thinking skills.
warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, brief brief mention of rape (just to say they're not gonna do it), kidnapping, threesome, mmf (rafe/barry/reader), drug dealer!rafe and reader, spitroast, male receiving oral, some violence
“where the fuck are you, country club?” the voice spreading throughout the house has you sitting up in bed, any last bit of sleepiness instantly being replaced with adrenaline. you stand up, leaving the covers a mess as you rush to the closet, pulling on sweatpants and a shirt so you’re no longer in just underwear.
you’re glad you rushed as your bedroom door suddenly bursts open, being pushed right off the hinges.
“he’s not here, barry.” you say, keeping your back against the closet door, hoping you can be fast enough to get inside and lock the doors behind you in case he makes a move for you.
“where is your pretty boytoy then, y/n?” barry questions, and you hate that he knows your name. you kept yourself and your relationship secret for so long.
“i don’t know. i just woke up.” you say honestly. you’re used to waking up alone in bed, rafe naturally gets up before you, and starts his day with the sun while you prefer to sleep in until its high in the sky.
“did you know he owes me money?” barry asks, raising his eyebrows. “did you know that when he’s buying you all your nice jewelry and fancy dresses that it should be going to me?”
“i don’t know anything about that side of things, you know that barry.” you say, feeling your hands shake as you realize the true scope of your situation. you are alone with barry and don’t know where rafe, where your protector is.
“you help move his products though. you help move my shit to all your little sorority friends.” barry laughs, pacing the room. your eyes bulge when you see the piece sticking out of the back of his pants. you knew barry carried, you know that rafe often has a gun on him too, but it’s different for him to bring it into tanneyhill.
“i just do what rafe tells me to do.” you say honestly. you help rafe with some of his coke distribution, but he keeps you out of the actual sale, keeps your hands clean, just using you to make connections and expand his customer base.
“yeah? you get down on your knees when he tells you to?” barry questions.
“he’s my boyfriend.” you say, confused why he would even bring up something like that. “let me try and find him, let me call him, we can get you your money.”
“oh, i don’t think so.” barry laughs. “he’s two weeks late, y/n. i’m owed something in repayment.” his eyes settle on you, and you quickly shake your head no.
“barry, no-” you begin to argue, but he cuts you off.
“i’m not going to fuck you, stupid girl. i’m not a damn rapist. but i will make sure rafe can’t touch you until i’m paid.”
“you’re gonna kidnap me?” you question.
“nah, you’re going to come with me. if you’re smart, you won’t put up a fight.”
you understand what barry is saying. he can either forcefully take you, or you can go somewhat willingly. you know you’re no match for his gun, so you quickly slip your shoes on and then head towards the door, willing rafe to get home and see what is happening, but as barry loads you into the side of his truck and pulls out of the driveway, you know you’re fucked.
“he’s gonna be pissed when he comes home and i’m gone.” you turn to barry as he speeds back towards his cottage.
“i know.” barry says, mostly ignoring you.
“he’s going to lash out at you.” you say. “maybe even try and kill you. either way, it’ll be a big mess.”
“please just shut up.” barry groans, realizing he may not have thought this through well enough.
“how much does he owe you anyways?” you ask as barry pulls into his cottage. you wait, almost instinctively, for him to round the truck and open the door for you. there’s no point trying to run anyways.
“why, you think you got the cash pretty girl?” barry grabs onto your upper arm and squeezes. “because unless you’re hiding 20k in cash in your sweatshirt pocket, you’re coming inside with me.”
you grumble and allow him to tug you inside.
--
you wake up to shouts of your name, jolting when you realize you’ve fallen asleep on barrys couch, the adrenaline of his break in causing a crash.
you listen again, and realize quickly that its rafe who is calling out for you. you jump up and head towards the door, only for your ankle to catch on the rope barry must have tied around it while you were asleep, and you fall forward to the ground, barely getting your arms down in time to catch yourself.
“im in here!” you yell, attempting to untie the rope.
rafe clatters into the house moments later, shoving the door open and splintering the wood. the rage on his face is evident.
“shit.” rafe kneels down, hands coming to cup your face. “im so sorry baby. this is all my fault-”
“just untie me.” you move so there’s slack on your ankle as rafe pulls out a pocket knife, slicing at the rope carefully to not cut your skin.
“baby, i know i fucked up-”
“we can talk about this later.” you rub briefly against the red mark on your ankle before standing up, hand coming to tangle together with rafes, needing his physical touch. “wheres barry?”
“thinking i’m at tanneyhill with cash.”
“come on.” you start to walk out of the house, ready to take charge of the situation, knowing you can’t allow yourself to be this vulnerable again.
“where are we going?” rafe asks as you climb into the driver seat, usually enjoying being the passenger princess, but not today.
“getting barry his money.” you drive towards your bank, and after a brief back and forth with the teller, get your money in cash.
“baby, i can’t let you pay off my debts-” rafe begins as he sees you walking out with a filled envelope.
“this is a one time thing.” you tell him, swallowing harshly to prevent yourself from crying. “i want in though. more than just finding new customers, i’m gonna help you keep track of shit so this doesn’t happen again.”
“i don’t want you on this side of things. these are bad people.”
“in case you haven’t noticed, it’s too late.” you look down at your ankle then back at rafe. “if you want to keep dealing and do it without me, you’re going to do it without me.” rafe immediately understands what you mean, nodding.
-- 6 months later --
“hey there barry.” you smile as you drop an envelope of cash into his lap.
“wheres your boy?” he asks, just as rafe enters the room, wrapping his arm around your waist.
“ahh, my favorite couple.” barry opens up the envelope and quickly counts the cash, but he knows you’re good, ever since you took charge. “my best movers.”
“we’re having a party next weekend if you wanna give us double.” rafe says.
“and come if you want.” you shrug. you’ve since forgiven barry and come to have a decent relationship with him, especially on the business side.
“thanks sugar.” barry grabs a couple baggies and sets them on the table. “if i would have known that taking you would lead to seeing you more i would have done it much sooner.”
rafe lets out a low growl and you know its time to leave, giving barry a glare for obviously riling him up. you grab the baggies and stuff them into your purse, taking rafes hand in your own to pull him out of the room, slamming the door behind you.
“god, you’re hot when you take charge like that.” rafe pushes you against the wall, lips coming to meet yours in a fierce kiss, pressing his hips forward so you can feel whats growing in his pants.
“as much as i want you right here, i think we should get out of barrys house.” you giggle.
“ill hold off as long as i can.” rafes hand drops to squeeze your ass.
--
“fuck.” you whine, hands tightly gripping the bed sheets as rafe surges forward again, the sound of skin slapping echoing around the room.
“you’re so fucking wet.” rafe chuckles, kneeling behind you as your chest is pressed into the bed, ass in the air.
“for you.” you hum out, one hand moving to reach back and rub at your clit, fingers moving quickly, knowing rafe isn’t far from cumming, feeling his cock growing inside of you.
“wanna fuck you every day.” rafe says, his voice low and hoarse as he pumps forward. “your body is so perfect.”
“k-keep going.” you beg. “don’t stop.” but rafe has no intentions of slowing as his hands grip your hips, leaving even more bruises dotted across your tanned skin.
“c-close.” rafe says, hips stuttering as he jackhammers into you before releasing with a moan, body slumping forward over yours. feeling his release inside of you spurs on your own orgasm as you quickly take your fingers off your clit as you get overwhelmed, suddenly becoming sensitive.
“shit.” rafe rolls off you. “how does it get better every time?”
“you’re not bored?” you giggle and turn to your side so you can see rafes face, relaxing into the bed.
“never.” rafe swallows thickly, chest still rising and falling rapidly.
“so should i not tell you my idea…?”
you can see something spark in rafes eyes. “what idea?”
-- next weekend --
“should have had you bring extra.” you laugh as you plop down next to barry. “i’m out, so is rafe.”
“yall do good.” barry nods, looking around at the strung out crowd, doing lines off various surfaces and gulping own alcohol.
“couldn’t do it without you, bears.” you hum.
“how come you treat me like this?” barry questions. you tilt your head to the side and furrow your brows, not understanding his question.
you pause before deciding to answer with actions instead of words, standing up and reaching your hand down to barry. “come with me.”
barry hesitates for a second before grabbing your hand, allowing you to lead him up the stairs. you open up the door to your bedroom and let barry enter, eyes flicking between yours and rafes, whose already sitting ready on the bed.
“what is this?” barry asks as you close and lock the door behind him before sitting on the bed next to rafe.
“would you like to join us?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.
“me?” barry questions, making you giggle and nod.
--
“fuck!” rafe groans as you and barry share a kiss with his cock in the middle, tongues creating a mess of spit and precum as you run your mouths all over his length.
“s-stop.” rafe groans. “im gonna cum.”
you pull away with a pout, having to nudge barry who was so wrapped up in tasting rafe he didn’t even register his words.
“i want you in between us.” rafe says, pulling you up off your knees and onto the bed. “i’ll fuck you. you’ll suck off barry.”
“mhm.” you nod. rafe had rules, of course, when you proposed your idea of asking barry to join you in bed, the main one being that barry didn’t get to fuck you. you agreed quickly, figuring rafe would have that condition anyways.
you get onto your hands and knees, feeling rafe move on the bed behind you as barry positions himself, propped up against the pillows.
“come on bears.” you smile, lips dropping to press a few kisses over his length, still hidden by his underwear despite his obvious bulge. “take them off for me.”
“yeah.” barry quickly moves to whip his underwear off, his cock standing hard at attention. you smile at him and press a kiss to his tip before dropping your lips over his head, giving it a soft suck as rafe pushes his cock between your folds, wetting his length as he glides back and forth, teasing your entrance.
you open your mouth further, taking in more of barrys length. he’s shorter than rafe, but girthier, causing your cheeks to stretch out further as you push down, breathing through your nose as rafe pushes slowly into your cunt, burying his cock into your heat.
“fuck, you’re good at that.” barry moans, one hand coming to the back of your head as you begin to move up and down, suckling on his cock the whole way. “you’re one lucky man.”
you hear rafes chuckle as he locks eyes with barry, sharing your body between them as rafe begins to thrust, creating a circle of pleasure.
rafe moves a finger to your clit, rubbing at it to make sure you’re staying wet and open for him while his cock spears your insides.
barry moves suddenly to his knees, taking your hair into his hands and gathering it into a ponytail to lift your head up. your eyes flicker up to meet his before back down to his cock, just inches away as you open your mouth.
“look at you.” barry laughs as he swishes from side to side, watching your mouth follow his cock. he moves in more, precum and your own spit smearing across your lips before he’s pushing inside.
you’re being filled from both ends, and completely out of control, barry thrusting forward and burying himself down your throat as rafe continues to pump into your cunt, deeper and faster with every thrust.
you’re not sure how long you can last in such a limbo of pleasure, your arms buckling and threatening to give out, but barry either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care as he keeps your hair in his tight grip.
“fuck, i’m close.” rafe groans, fingers tightening on your hips, trying to keep himself from losing control, but to no avail as he lets out a moan and releases inside of you, keeping his hips pumping fast as he fucks every bit of cum into you.
barry doesn’t announce that he’s close, and his release catches you by surprise as you quickly swallow around his length, taking in the taste, saltier than you’re used to with rafe.
he releases your hair and you collapse in a sweaty heap on already wet bed sheets.
“fuck.” rafe groans, flopping next to you, attempting to reach between your legs, but you whine and clench your thighs together.
“im too tired.” you shake your head. your body feels satiated, despite not cumming.
“looks like i’ll have to come back another time and focus on you.” barry grins before moving off the bed, getting redressed.
“mhm.” you nod. “id like that.”
“see you around.” rafe says to barry as he leaves the room to rejoin the party and leave you alone, knowing he’s not meant to stick around for any intimate moments as rafe picks you up, cradling you against his chest as he walks into the bathroom to get you clean.
“that was really fun.” you smile as rafe places you on the marble counter, turning the shower on to let it warm up.
“it was.” rafe nods before leaning in to give you a kiss. “i like your ideas, baby.”
warnings: 18+ only, smut, cheating, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex
you would never admit it out loud to anyone, but a twisted part of you likes when rafe cheats on you. its a dark truth, one you wrestle with every time it happens.
it's always when he's blackout drunk or high at a party, usually a combination of both. it's often when you're fighting or on a “break”. like last week, when your blowout argument ended with rafe slamming the door behind him and stomping out into the night. you were quick to hear that he made out with some girl at kelce's party. the pain lasted until the next day when he showed up back home, disheveled and tear-streaked, clutching a bouquet of flowers.
“i fucked up.” he croaked.
you just stared at him until he fell to his knees, blue eyes rimmed with red as he pressed his forehead against your stomach. “please don’t leave me. i can’t lose you.”
the cheating hurts you every time, but rafe coming back crawling and crying, begging your forgiveness and worshiping you for the next few weeks always makes up for it.
“hi beautiful.” rafe kisses at your cheeks, a week having passed from your fight and his infidelity, the tension replaced with the warmth of his lips against your skin.
“hey.” you smile, running your fingers over his face, stubble gracing his cheeks as he hasn't shaved for the last couple days, preferring to spend every waking moment with you instead as if he’s afraid you might slip away.
“i love you so much.” rafe leans in and kisses the tip of your nose this time, then your forehead, before dropping down to your lips.
“i don't deserve you.” rafe whispers before kissing you again.
“you probably don't.” you giggle, rolling on the bed so you're fully on top, pinning him beneath you.
“i said i was sorry.” rafe pouts.
“and i forgave you.” you shake your head, your voice gentle but firm, realizing you probably shouldn't make fun of the situation, but humor feels safer than vulnerability.
“it won't happen again.” rafe says. it always does, yet he always promises it won't. maybe as you both grow older and more mature, both stop drinking and fighting so much, it will really be over, breaking the cycle. at least this time it was just kissing some random girl instead of sleeping with her.
you knew what you were getting into when you began dating rafe. he came with a wild reputation and an even wilder past. practically everyone in your friend group had a one night stand with rafe, but you didn't mind, because he chose to come back to you, not anyone else.
“what are you thinking about baby?” rafe asks, watching the emotions flicker over your face.
“just how good of a boyfriend you can be.” you answer with a small smile.
“yeah?” rafe smirks, his head tilting to the side as a mischievous look flashes over his eyes. “do you want me to show you just how good of a boyfriend or do you want breakfast first?”
“you first.” you say quickly. “and then bacon and eggs.”
“scrambled or sunny side up?”
“scrambled of course.”
rafe grin grows, hands moving against your bare skin. “just like im about to scramble your-”
“allllright.” you cut him off before he can finish his joke, laughing as you roll off of him.
“no come back.” he pouts, pulling you back against his body, molding his chest to your back as he spoons you.
“you're so ridiculous.” you chuff, though your voice betrays the affection simmering beneath the surface.
“ridiculously in love with you.” rafe counters, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. he just had you last night, but he's already craving you again, missing the feeling of your bodies pressed together in the most intimate way.
“you're extra corny this morning.” you hum out.
“sorry.” rafe chuckles. you love that he's only like this around you, and only when he's just cheated. he turns into a dopey lovesick puppy until the need for your forgiveness and guilt wears off and he's back to his normal self.
rafe places his hand on your stomach, circling around your soft skin, each movement sweeping lower every time, deliberate and teasing.
“rafe.” you whine, eyes shutting as he begins to dip into your underwear with every gesture.
“mhm.” rafe hums. as much as he likes to tease you, he wants to pleasure you more. his hand dips all the way into your underwear, fingertips coming to your clit.
he knows your body so well, exactly what to do to drive you crazy, every touch sending electricity through your body. his strokes over your clit are gentle, occasionally purposely missing to rub lower towards your entrance, like he's teasing where he's going to be later. it’s a dance you’ve done a hundred times before, but it never gets old.
“that feels so good.” you moan out, not even realizing that your eyes had fallen closed. rafe moves his other hand so it's under your body, your head coming to rest on his shoulder as he sculpts himself around you, other hand cupping your chest.
“mmm.” you hum, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your bum as his fingers stop teasing your clit, rubbing intensely now with the purpose of getting you wet and open.
“oh, baby.” rafe moans as you reach behind your back, hand cupping over his underwear, squeezing at his length through the fabric.
“fuck me. please.” you begin to move your hips, grinding yourself against his hand.
“be patient.” he tsks, fingers pinching at your nipple before going back to cupping your breast.
“unfair.” you pout, but decide two can play at that game, bringing your hand underneath his waistband to stroke up and down his cock.
you can't see rafes face, but you're sure his expression just shifted to one of pleasure.
his hand delves further between your legs, finger circling around your entrance only once before pushing into your cunt, making you moan loudly.
“fuck yes.” you rock your hips again, this time back against rafes crotch, your hand still moving up and down his cock.
“god, i can barely wait.” rafe groans, finger moving faster inside of you, building you up as quickly as he can.
“stop waiting then.” you move your hand, turning onto your back, rafes hand maneuvering to still fuck into you. “come on, rafey.”
you know once he sees your pout he can't resist, not when he's still making things up to you.
“god, that face kills me.” he presses a quick kiss against your lips before moving, pulling your underwear down and flinging them off the bed before disrobing himself.
you grin as rafe doesn't even bother to ask how you want him, instantly lying himself over top of you and lining up his cock with your entrance.
“i love you.” you press a kiss against rafes cheek as your arms loop around his shoulders.
“i love you.” rafe echos back, connecting your lips that quickly develop into moans as he pushes inside of you, engulfing his cock in your heat.
rafe knows he doesn’t need to give you time, already used to his cock being sheathed inside of you. he begins to swing his hips in an even rhythm.
your fingertips dig into his shoulders, pressing into his tanned skin.
“nobody even gets close to you.” rafe groans as you tighten your cunt around him every time he pulls out to thrust back in.
“its only you.” rafe continues as he drops one hand between your bodies, placing his thumb against your clit as he rubs to the rhythm of his thrusts. “only you.”
you can't help that smile that stretches across your face. you don't give a shit if it's only you, as long as he continues to fuck you like this and treat you like a queen.
“faster, rafe.” you pull his chest tighter against yours, your nipples pressing against his skin, stimulating them with his every movement as he speeds up.
“c-close.” you whine.
“me too.” rafe grunts in agreement. “gonna cum in you, yeah?”
“yes.” you nod rapidly. “yes, please, please, please, rafe.”
your head is swirling with the overwhelming pleasure as rafes thumb presses against your clit just as his cock is thrust deep inside of you. it's enough to throw you over the edge, back arching up into rafe as you moan loudly, legs shaking as you feel him lose it to, his moans loud in your ear as he pumps into you.
“fuck, b-baby, y/n.” rafe groans as he finishes, making sure you get every last drop inside of you.
rafe drops himself to the side of you, the mattress bouncing as you both become slack against the sheets, hearts beating fast and chest rising and falling rapidly.
“i really do love you baby.” rafe says, his voice soft and slightly hoarse. “im sorry i always fuck things up.”
“you don't, though.” you move so you're resting against rafes chest, snuggled against his side. “you make mistakes but you always come back and make it right, that's all i ask for.”
you hear rafe sniffle and you know he's holding back tears, always extra emotional after a reconciliation, as if hes purging himself from the guilt.
“ill go make you some breakfast now if you wanna get dressed.” rafe slides quickly off the bed, keeping his back to you as he pulls his underwear back on.
“why would i get dressed if i want you to fuck me again after breakfast?” you tease, your lip quirking up.
you see rafes hand raise to his face, and you know he's wiping at his cheeks, but you give him time to collect himself, secretly happy only you can make him act like this.
“alright.” rafe turns around, his eyes still glossy but filled with adoration as he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead. “bacon and scrambled eggs and then ill fuck you on the table, then in the shower, then ill take you shopping and fuck you in the dressing room.”
going to work on getting a fic up soon, just really haven't felt up to it lately :( i haven't even finished obx part 2 yet lol but i think we all could use something fluffy and sweet so that'll probably be whats up next
well 🧍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.
this is ridiculous. nobody is more mad at non voters than they are at israel. don't put words in our mouth.
and voting for harris is to protect us at home so we can support palestine instead of fearing for our own safety and health. voting for a candidate isn't endorsing everything they do or feel, it's simply what direction you want the country to go in.
and trump will be a million times worse for palestine than harris would have been. she at least has some concerns, trump wants the war to end by literally wiping out all palestinians
GIRL I LOVE U AND UR WRITING BUT UNDOCUMENTED PEOPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DO U MEAN THE ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTSS
no because no human being is illegal ❤️ listen i get going the legal route and i do advocate for more ways for people to become citizens but i will never villianize someone for trying to better their life. these people left their home often due to gang or political violence and i welcome them with open arms.
I feel your pain, I really do. I feel like I’m mourning right now. I’ve always so desperately wanted a family and I feel like that was ripped away from me. And coming from an extreme red state there’s nobody I can confide in. I’ve simply been crying on my own with nobody to lean on all day. When does it end? When do they realize that trump isn’t for the people? When do we get our freedom? When do we get our rights back? Women didn’t fight for our rights just for us to have to continue fighting, yet here we are, prisoners in our own country.
it used to be my biggest fear that id never get pregnant or be infertile and now my biggest fear is getting pregnant and something going wrong and instead of an easy medical necessary procedure i have to literally die bc abortions are illegal. im hoping and praying my states constitution holds up against whatever trump plans but im so so sad and scared still for myself and all other women out there. as hard as it is, keep fighting! don't give up. and if you ever need to talk im absolutely here for you
