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INTRODUCING WEIRD!READER

MEET SPIRAL . . . passionate, talks loudly, collects animal bones, has an interest in fashion, has more crazy pattern tights than she can count, loves snails, eats any kind of fruit ( not passion fruit. yuck! ), loves gardening, has pet fishes, scrapbooking is her favorite past time.

WEIRD!READER who despite her parents telling her to not go to fashion / art school she did it anyways. Her parents didn't support her dreams so she had to make money to pay for classes! that's when she decided to tailor clothes and formal wear on the side!

WEIRD!READER meets the twins through as mutual friend, to help boost her clientele. they were two grades above her. stack, the youngest one majoring in fashion journalism and his brother in business management.

WEIRD!READER who told the twins plenty of times that they don't need to pay her 2k every time she fixes their suits but they pay her no mind saying "it's an investment."

WEIRD!READER who stack begs to let him dress her! it takes two weeks from him to convince her until one day at lunch smoke told him to shut the hell up and you to just say yes so stack can shut the hell up!

WEIRD!READER who found stacks tiktok by accident and discovered he is very much "famous" for his fashion and other things. she mentioned it when they were hanging out, "i found your tiktok.." you say it shyly like you aren't supposed to know. "yea? whichu think?" he questions like he values your opinion. WEIRD!READER who joins stack on his live one day, quiet more than usually. "why u actin shy for?" he nudges her with a smug look on his face. glancing over at him, "brah, shut up. oh my god" laughing. He turns his attention back to the comments, ignoring the ones inquiring about if you're his girl but one catches his eye "she odd asf, no way you fuck with that girl" his lips turn up, "nigga what you need to be worried about is washin yo ass instead of runnin your mouth on another niggas live!"

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frat!rafe trying to make raven!reader jealous with another girl, while they’re “on a break”

raven!reader mlist

cw: toxic relationship, jealousy, cussing, power play, mentions of alcohol and smoking

the party was loud. music thumped through the walls of the beachfront house, bodies swayed, smoke hung in the air, and liquor flowed like water. classic obx chaos.

rafe was three drinks deep, perched on the edge of an outdoor couch with some blonde pressed up against him. she was laughing at whatever stupid thing he’d said, her hand tracing patterns on his thigh.

he wasn’t even looking at her though. his eyes were locked on the dark figure standing near the firepit.

you.

dressed in full black, sipping something out of a red solo cup, rings glinting under the lights, that signature silver chain around your neck. your expression was unreadable—calm, detached, like you weren’t just twenty feet away from your ex acting like he didn’t care.

you weren’t even watching. and that’s what drove him crazy. because you hadn’t looked his way once.

not when he kissed the other girl’s cheek. not when he let her whisper in his ear. not even when he laughed a little too loud like he was having the best fucking night of his life.

you didn’t blink. you knew he’d try something. you already expected rafe to be around some bougie kook girl the moment you stepped foot onto this party, so it wasn’t a surprise to see her draped all over him.

but rafe? he was getting more and more frustrated.

he didn’t even know why he came tonight. well actually..he did. he came because he knew you’d be here. because the silence between you two was starting to suffocate him. so, yeah..he showed up, looking hot, brought a girl, and waited for you to snap.

you didn’t though. not even close. he was doing exactly what you expected. acting out. playing pretend. trying to get a reaction.

but you weren’t one of those girls you could rattle with a desperate display of attention-seeking. you saw through him. always had. that kook prince attitude, that cocky laugh—it was just a facade. and the second he felt like you were slipping away, he panicked, clawed at control, used whatever girl was dumb enough to be nearby.

and deep down, you knew the truth:

rafe couldn’t outrun you even if he tried.

he could touch other girls. he could flirt. he could lie to himself. but nothing burned him the way you did. and nothing ever would.

and just when he caught you smirking at something some guy said to you, that was it. he stood up abruptly, causing the girl next to him to pause, confused. “be right back,” he muttered, already walking away.

he found you near the fence, away from the crowd, calmly smoking a cigarette like you weren’t the only thing holding his attention hostage.“you enjoying the show?” he asked coolly, stepping into your space.

you didn’t even flinch, you let him play his little game. “which one?” rafe scoffed, growing more frustrated by the second. “don’t play dumb y/n. you know what i mean.”

you exhaled a curl of smoke. “oh, you mean your little attempt at making me jealous?” you looked him up and down, unbothered. “cute.”

rafe’s nostrils flared, eyes growing dark, “you didn’t even care.” you raised a brow, “was i supposed to?”

“you could’ve said something,” he snapped. you tilted your head, “why would i? you’re the one playing games.” yeah, let him stew in his own frustration, you thought.

his voice dropped, bitter and tight. “you don’t give a fuck, do you?”

you took one last drag and flicked the cigarette to the ground, grinding it out with your boot. “rafe,” you said, your tone calm and patient, “let’s just be real here.”

he stared at you, jaw clenched.

“you’re gonna come running back to me anyway,” you said simply, your shoukders shrugging. “whether it’s tonight, tomorrow, or next week. so i’m chilling.”

rafe felt heat rise up his neck. “you’re so fucking full of yourself.”

“no,” you said, stepping just a little closer, voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that always made his spine lock up. “i just know what we are. and i know you. you can flirt with whatever little kook barbie you want. but you won’t sleep tonight unless it’s me.”

he opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off—smooth, razor-sharp. he had no chance.

“and if you do try something with her—” you slipped your hand into your jacket and pulled out the sleek silver blade you always carried. letting it rest against your palm, just for a second.

you smirked. “well.. i always come prepared.” rafe’s breath caught. not because he was scared—you didn’t scare him. you wrecked him. in a way no one else could.

you tucked the blade back into your pocket and turned, already walking away, like the conversation hadn’t just rearranged his entire night.

rafe stood there for a long second, heart pounding, fists clenched. and all that fire he’d tried to stir up with another girl? it burned right back into his chest.

because you were right. no matter how far he strayed, no matter who he touched or what he told himself—he was forever yours.

and you both knew it.

tags: @inbred-eater @dearapril @isasweetie @beausling @rafecami @rafeysbrat @rafesangelita @drewsephrry @rafesbowbunny @rafessecret @littlelamy @sturn777 @bradshawed @cherrygirlfriend @trusweethrt @inspiredangel @whinyangel @et6rnalsun @luckycrys @bluemerakis @lacyydollette @nemesyaaa @bruisedfig @rafekisser @rafeysbangs @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @deansbeer @tinythebunni

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cheering hockeyplayer!rafe on as dorkling!reader

you've been his best friend for years, watched every little thing he did, supported him in every situation, advised him whenever he did wrong even if he hated hearing it, being there for all the summers and the nights he argued with ward or his sister, binge watching game of thrones with him, blackmailing him into watching it with you

how do you silently love someone while they hardly look back? to him, you were just the girl next door he grew up with, his closest friend, his wingwoman for all the girls he messed around with.. but to you? he was everything and never nothing, and you were battling your feelings in silence. he was born to do this, the matches, being a ladies' man, the hotshot. and then there was you... the friend, the one with the harvard dream in your head. today was no different, and it was the last game till we all heard off to graduation, living our own lives, maybe you'd be able to get over him. screaming his name in support, wearing his jersey..... and then he did the little heart with his hands, a lopsided grin plastered on his face, and you adored it, even though that smile wasn't yours to adore. "he likes you, you know." sarah, his sister nods. you force a laugh, shrugging it off, but you knew deep down, it was all a lie. a facade to make you feel better. some days, he'd flirt and say every word under the sun to a girl, but when there was no one around, he'd look at you with a grin, and say something that would make every fold of your brain burst, something like "you're the only who gets me, dork." you couldn't stop loving him, no matter how much you convinced yourself it would just fade and be a highschool memory to laugh at. your boy... or maybe he never was.

lynch and rafe are similar, except the difference is that it's rafe!! inspired by @/thesecretlibrary

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rafechella where rafe nd reader get stopped by an influencer just to interview for tt asking couple questions and they go viral bc rafe literally worships the ground reader walks on nd theyre just cute overall (add some cute fun moments😭)

RAFECHELLA 2025

you’re mid-sway, half-drunk off tequila, music, and the desert sun when a girl with a mic stops you.

“hi! are you up for a quick couple interview for tiktok?”

you’re already nodding before rafe can say no. a he sighs, visibly annoyed, but doesn’t let go of your hand. “c’mon,” you whisper, grinning. “you’ll survive.”

“not the point,” he mutters, but he doesn’t leave either.

the camera rolls.

“names?”

“y/n.” your voice is sweet as honey, smiling cheekily towards the camera.

“rafe.” his voice is gruff and short, his eyes glued to you.

“and how long have you been together?” the girl smiles, asking the question to you.

“almost two years,” you say.

rafe tilts his head. “one year, seven months.” you blink up at him dumfounded. he shrugs, eyes still on you. “i remember shit.”

“first impression of each other?”

you grin while your fingers dance along his bicep. “i thought he was super hot…and also a dick.”

he huffs a laugh. “i thought you talked too much.”

you elbow him.

he smirks. “still do.” but his hand is resting low on your back, fingers slipping under the hem of your top.

“favorite thing about her?”

rafe doesn’t answer right away. his jaw works and his thumb traces circles into your skin.

“she’s…herself,” he finally says, voice lower. “loud, messy, stubborn, but she’s real. she doesn’t try to be anything she’s not.”

your heart stutters and the interviewer actually sighs.

you blink up at him. “you like that i’m annoying?”

“i like that you’re mine.”

the interviewer pouts, “ok, this is making me feel extra single.”

you choke on a laugh, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“biggest ick?”

you smirk, hitting him lightly. “be careful.”

rafe doesn’t even hesitate. “she leaves half-full drinks everywhere. like…every surface; car, nightstand, kitchen, bathroom.”

you gasp. “you literally do that too.”

“yeah, but mine aren’t in wine glasses at 9 a.m.”

you glare. “it was one time.”

he raises a brow but you glare harder. he grins, just barely.

the video ends with you dancing off, pulling him back into the crowd. he doesn’t smile for the camera, doesn’t say much. just walks behind you, hand tucked in your back pocket, sunglasses low, jaw sharp, attention completely on you.

and it blows up.

the comments are going insane:

“the way he looks at her omggggg”

“this is peak ‘grumpy bf, sunshine gf’”

“he said so little but i’m SWEATING”

“he looks like he’d kill someone for her and then carry her purse after”

“how do i apply for one like him??”

you show him the tiktok the next morning, scrolling through the comments while you sit in his lap, your phone between both of you.

“they think you’re obsessed with me,” you tease. he doesn’t look up. just presses his lips to your shoulder.

“they’re not wrong.”

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bf!rafe is obsessed with your stretch marks

cw: fluff, sweet intimacy, insecure reader, kissing, comfort, praise

the low warm light of rafe’s bedroom lamp casted a golden hue across your bare skin. the sheets were a mess around your legs—twisted, wrinkled, forgotten in the heat of the moment. the air was thick, and every breath shared between you two grew slower, deeper, heavier.

rafe hovered just above you, his knees framing your hips, the space between you. his lips were slightly parted, his breath warm as it ghosted over your collarbone. one of his hands rested lazily on your waist, his fingertips tracing the curve of it like he was learning it all over again. the other moved with slow purpose, exploring the ridges of your ribs and the softness of your stomach.

his gaze was intense—slow, appreciative, burning in that way that made you usually melt under him. you’d always loved how he looked at you, but tonight, something in your chest twisted beneath that gaze. you didn’t feel beautiful. you didn’t feel wanted. you felt exposed.

you two had been together for a little while now. at least long enough to know each other’s quirks, likes, and tells. long enough to fall into moments like these with a comfortable rhythm. but in this particular moment everything felt like too much.

you knew how he liked to press kisses into your neck when he was sleepy, how he always traced circles on your lower back without even realizing. but sometimes, no matter how safe you were with someone, your own thoughts could still sneak up on you.

when his hands slid over your ribs and his eyes roamed toward your chest, you moved quickly, cupping his face in both hands and gently pulling it away from your naked body, guiding his focus back to yours.

rafe paused, confused. a small flicker of irritation crossed his face as he caught your wrists and pulled them from his jaw, holding them in place. “let me admire you, baby,” he murmured, a little rough, as if denying him the view of you was almost offensive.

but your reaction was immediate—you let your hands fall to your boobs, covering them completely. that’s when something in rafe shifted. the fire in his eyes softened, replaced by concern and he let go of your wrists.

“hey…” his voice dropped to something barely audible, like he was scared of startling you. “what’s going on?”

“nothing,” you said too fast, too practiced. you turned your head slightly, eyes fixed on the ceiling, hoping he’d just move past it. but rafe never let things slide—not when it came to you.

he knew you. knew that look. knew that tone. he didn’t buy it for a second. “y/n,” he said, slower this time. “talk to me.”

your chest rose and fell, and for a moment you wanted to brush it off again, to laugh and say it was dumb, that you were just tired or something. but his voice had that edge to it—the one he used when he really saw you. the one that made it impossible to pretend.

“i just…” you swallowed hard. your voice was barely a whisper when it came out. “i don’t like how i look right now.”

that got his full attention. he didn’t interrupt, didn’t move—just watched you, waiting. you hesitated, then finally nodded downward, your hands still covering your boobs. “the stretch marks. i hate them.”

rafe blinked once, then actually let out a small, breathy laugh—not mean, just surprised, disbelieving. “you’re kidding, right?” he asked, eyebrows raised. but when you didn’t respond, he sobered fast. “wait. you’re actually serious.”

you gave him a hesitant glance and nodded again, and just like that his expression melted completely. “oh, baby…” he said, voice thick with affection now. “c’mere.”

he reached for your hands, gently coaxing them away from your chest. you resisted, instinctively, but he didn’t push. he just held them loosely, waiting until you let him.

“look at me,” he said softly. “i love your body. every part of it. and those stretch marks? i adore them. i swear to god. you have no idea how sexy i think they are.”

your eyes searched his, looking for even a sliver of insincerity. but all you saw was that honest, almost boyish admiration he always had for you. “they’re like… i don’t know. proof that you’re real. womanly as hell. and they’re yours, so they’re beautiful.”

you didn’t know what to say. your throat tightened again, but this time it wasn’t shame—it was something gentler. something close to relief.

and then rafe leaned in and began kissing every line you had tried to hide—each soft stripe that had once felt like a flaw. his lips brushed them gently, slowly, one after another.

“fucking gorgeous,” he whispered against your soft skin.

another kiss.

“perfect.”

and another.

“don’t ever hide from me again.”

you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. the tension in your shoulders released as your hands slid up to rest on his back, your fingers curling against him, not to hide anymore—but to pull him closer. the vulnerability was still there, but the shame was gone, replaced by something warmer.

in that quiet moment, between soft sighs and the warmth of his mouth against your skin, rafe made sure you remembered every inch of you was loved.

tags: @inbred-eater @dearapril @isasweetie @beausling @rafecami @rafesheaven @rafeysbrat @rafesangelita @drewsephrry @rafesbowbunny @rafessecret @littlelamy @sturn777 @bradshawed @cherrygirlfriend @trusweethrt @inspiredangel @whinyangel @et6rnalsun @luckycrys @bluemerakis @lacyydollette @nemesyaaa @bruisedfig @rafekisser @tinythebunni @rcsbabydoll @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @deansbeer

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prissy dealing with rafey drunk?!

k im sorry this is soo cute but idk if i did it justice !!! hope u like it nonetheless <3

(cw — sexual insinuations and actions, mdni!!!)

you weren’t used to this. usually, you were the one getting taken care of. you were the one who needed to be supervised, and you enjoyed having a ‘bodyguard’ of a boyfriend who was constantly watching over you.

unfortunately, one faithful night, you were brought down to earth when you saw rafe wasted and remembered that a relationship goes both ways.

you were at rafe’s house for a party he was hosting. the lights were flashing pink and orange, and it was packed in the house and the backyard. it felt like every single person in kildare was here.

you whine and set down your drink when you see rafe talking so loud he’s practically yelling. seeing him so passionately talk about golf or your tits to a buddy was a telltale sign he’s drunk. he has no filter, and he wants everyone to hear him. he reminds you of an obnoxious man on a podcast when he’s like this.

you stomp over to him, and he turns around instantly when he hears your heels on the hardwood of his house. if he was a dog, his ears would have perked up as if he heard his owner come home.

“rafe,” you whine once more, because you were not in the mood for this. “i can hear you from across the room,”

he snickers, that boy-ish kind of sound that happens when he knows you’re upset, and he thinks it’s cute that it’s because of him. “whaddya mean, huh? you got good ears or somethin’, that what you’ve come to tell me?” he slurs, teasing you as he gently pulls at your hoop earring, making you paw him off. his hands land on your waist as he grins down at you.

“you’re so drunk,” you sigh. you’re about to offer him some water, or maybe a gag so he shuts up (if only), when he’s distracted again by a buddy, already talking right over your head, his gaze leaving you. you snap your manicured fingers in his face to get his attention back.

“hey, fuckin’ princess over here, huh?” he pokes at your cheek. he’s so touchy and pokey when he’s drunk. “wasn’t even doin’ shit and here i am getting scolded,”

“can i get you some water?” you ask, ignoring him as he drunkingly smiles down at you and uses both his hands to squeeze your cheeks together.

“heh, you’re cute like this,” he snickers to himself at your squished face.

you hold his wrists. “raaafe, stop, gonna ruin my makeup,”

he lets go. “oh, your makeup?” his voice is loud as he teases you, asking the sarcastic question as if what you said is crazy. “yeah, yeah, it’ll be ruined tonight anyway when i’m slamming into your tight pussy—“

his voice is so loud, making you slam a hand over his mouth. “oh my god, shut up!” you scold, using an acrylic nail to poke his face, making him grumble as if that hurt. “everyone heard that!”

“hey, what? s’the truth,” he slurs, shrugging as he pulls you into his chest. “yeeeah, gonna go fuck my sexy girlfriend from behind tonight!” he exclaims into the crowd, as you push at him to let you go, because your face is in his chest. he stumbles beside him on his feet, taking you with him. you squeak, and he regains his balance and snickers, kissing your hair repeatedly.

“you’re gross,” you huff, but there’s no anger behind it. “come to the kitchen with me please, i’ll get you water?” the only reason you’ve been repeatedly offering water is because that’s what he always offers when you’re wasted.

“uhhh, i’ll drink a glass if you come upstairs with me after this.”

“fine. deal.”

he chuckles again and lets you go for a second, only to wrap an arm around your shoulder instead as he leads you to the kitchen. you huff because all his weight is on you.

you get him to sit down, and he stumbles into a stool on the kitchen island. you get him a glass of tap water, to which he instantly rejects, because he wants the nice spring water in the fridge. god, he’s such a cameron.

you roll your eyes but comply nonetheless, pouring him spring water in a different glass. he downs it in one sip, coughing as if he took a shot, because it went down the wrong pipe. you cringe a bit at the sound, truthfully hating every second of taking care of him. he’s embarassing you tonight, but maybe you’re just spoiled with the put-together side of rafe.

he instantly stumbles back to his feet, grabbing you by the waist again and practically dragging you upstairs. you follow, but it’s hard to because he’s so eager, walking so fast.

he gets you into his bedroom, the thing he was obviously wanting to do the whole night. it’s so easy to forget the ick you got from him tonight when he’s ball deeps in your cunt.

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[💬] rafe glanced between you and the nurse, then pointed to you, talking with a slight slur, “she won’t like you touching me. get that away,” he manuvered his arms through the cords and tubes, pulling his arm away from the nurse.

the nurse grinned up at you, the needle in her hand poised to check rafe’s vitals. rafe blinked a few times, staring at the needle. he suddenly gasped dramatically, turning his head to you. “i told you they were out to get me. she’s trying to pull a dexter on me. oh no, get me out,” he tried to sit up, and you immediately stepped up to settle him back.

holding in your laugh, you nodded at his frantic look, “i know, no one’s out to get you. don’t move, you don’t want to hurt anything.”

rafe frowned, head tilting. “’m not hurt. why would i be hurt?” you tilted your head in the direction of his leg that sported a cast. rafe looked to it, then grinned, nodding his bead. “sick. how’d that happen?”

you decided to tell him the full story later, but patted his head for now, “you were just being rafe.”

rafe smiled, pointing to his chest. “i’m rafe. that’s me. hi,” he waved to you. you waved back, laughing, then stepped back so the nurse could continue.

“now can this lovely nurse check your vitals to make sure you’re all okay? she won’t hurt you.” rafe pinned you with a narrow gaze, slowly turning his head back to the nurse. “don’t try anything funny.”

the nurse chuckled, assuring him she wouldn’t. after she finished, rafe began groaning a little, head tossed back. the nurse noticed his pain, asking you, “would you want me to give him some more fentanyl?”

rafe’s head immediately snapped up, “fentanyl?” he asked, looking to you, concerned. he shook his head, “i don’t take partake with that.”

“for the pain,” the nurse explained. rafe nodded, still bewildered, “i know. that’s not how i kill the sorrow. no, thank you,” he repeated.

you rubbed a hand on rafe’s shoulder, him relaxing back into the bed, already drowsy again. “yes, you can give him more,” you told the nurse. she nodded, upping his dosage. “let me guess, he isn’t usually like this?” she asked.

you shook your head, “no, he is.”

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★ ⠀⠀⠀⠀BARRYS!SISTER!READER

warnings: mentions of drugs, illegal street racing, stripper job, prostitution, toxic relationships

A flick of Anora Mikheeva, a pinch of Jennifer Check ( except she does eat boys, Rafe can tell you all about that.. ), Teal Van Doren to whoever has read Royal Elite Series and Nikova Banks from Devil’s Night. Georgina Sparks and Katherine Pierce when it comes to getting what she wants, which doesn’t take much. Maddy Perez absolutely. Fiona Gallagher on her good days, because she has done a lot for her family. Raquelle and Jade West.

BARRYS!SISTER!READER⠀⠀⠀⠀shes hoodies and oversized jackets, wears leather, tank tops with insults on ‘em, flare jeans, jean shorts, black leather knee high boots, rose patterned tights, minimal but silver jewelry, hoodies with a skull printed, or a snake, she has a pet snake called Lucifer which her mother named after she died, but she calls it Hissifer as a child, trainers, oversized shirts, black leather and lace, tights, tube tops, unapologetically dresses like a hooker, denim jeans with a thong poking out.

BARRYS!SISTER!READER⠀⠀⠀⠀smells of cocaine, cigarettes, leather, oud sometimes, earthy, smokey…

BARRYS!SISTER!READER⠀⠀⠀⠀who street races to get racks, doesn't drug deal but always likes a bit of coke up her nostrils, has a weird obsession with snakes that kinda freaks out her brother barry.

BARRYS!SISTER!READER⠀⠀⠀⠀bitchy, toxic, aggressive, hot tempered, brutal with her words, and the reckless wild card, always putting up the tough front, she trusts no one, not even her own brother, in her mind? she's on her one, even with family. a bit too psycho for her own good, when she's in a relationship, she's a bit overbearing even if she doesn't mean to. years of trauma that makes her jealous and with the constant fear of losing

BARRYS!SISTER!READER⠀⠀⠀⠀started racing from the age of fifteen to make her own money because she knew she couldn't rely on her brothers drug bs, so she illegally street races, which usually makes her end up in fights with people over money and who's winning or not, she comes home with bruises on her face sometimes or she doesn't make it at all. everyday's like a war zone.

BARRYS!SISTER!READER⠀⠀⠀⠀secretly hooks up with her brothers customers and those who he owes money to, sometimes they don't even come for the drugs, they come for her. but it's difficult to get them off her when she's done with them. has personal beef with ruthie.

BARRYS!SISTER!READER⠀⠀⠀⠀she talks to herself a lot in the mirror, barry thinks she's crazy or something, but really it's just her letting things out, she has a tendency to break a vase in her path so yeah. her and barry are really distant, they do care about each other but they're so busy wit their dirty work, barry keeps her out of trouble because they already got enough problems, when she's asleep, he cleans up her cuts from the fights she gets into because he thinks it'd be weird to do it when shes awake because they're not really affectionate, they usually bicker or bully each other, he doesn't tell her about how he secretly checks up on her while she's racing from the sidelines, he didn't know getting rafe to check up on her would lead to something sparking between them..

BARRYS!SISTER!READER⠀⠀⠀⠀hooks up with rafe on her free time, but doesn't know how possessive he is over her, they have a deep situationship, that basically outlines their whole relationship, rafe gets turn on by her shouting at him or fighting anyone, when they're arguing, he hardly pays attention to the argument, he's just staring at her like he's turned on but she thinks it's because he can't take her seriously, he always comes back to her whenever there's an argument with Sofia or Sarah or Ward to "let off some steam", they have a sexual relationship with HEAVY strings attached they just don't want to acknowledge it, a bit toxic but it’s the reality of most relationships x

BARRYS!SISTER!READER⠀⠀⠀⠀she has a few secrets… she used to strip a club from figure eight because she knew it’d pay better, it was when she and her brother were struggling with money and she knew she had to do something about it so she would leave during the night and sneak back up in the daylight, years of sneaking around helped with that, but she lied to Barry saying it was a job at the country club, which she also paid a worker there to LIE for her, even on the days she wasn’t so comfortable or when she was tired she still went to her job, she did both private venues and ones for the simple public eye. but then stopped after street racing, she still steals as she used to when she was younger, hides a gun under her bed since 18 in case anyone she stole from came for her, was in and out jail for burglary, graffiti and home robberies but it’s a known secret for Barry since he was enlisted in an army.

BARRYS!SISTER!READER⠀⠀⠀⠀she hid that side of hers that actually had a hobby which was art, and she found that out a few times after she graffitied a guys house for snitching on her to Officer Shroupe about having a gun, she also got arrested for a day for assaulting ( as in punching ) an officer. but because of her criminal record and because of her not exactly having a full education she doesn’t have any ambitions for her talent, so she just keeps it as a hobby to do whenever she’s not working or sleeping with her brothers customers…

© 2025 Mayra — @brattiva

please do not claim, rewrite ( without permission if I originally wrote it ) copy or steal my work. my work is my own and it will stay that way. thank you, from mayra.

you will always be loved, barrys sister, even if you’re a bit scary, you are very much a real person

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[ ⌕ ] rafe looked back and forth, confused if the guy saw him standing there or not. “and it’s like i’m just not right here,” he said after it was confirmed the guy indeed saw rafe next to you when he made the comment.

the guy looked over, seemingly almost annoyed with rafe. rafe shrugged, waving a hand in front of his face and patted down his chest. “i don’t know about you, but i look and feel like a boyfriend. like her boyfriend. so i’m not sure why you’re still standing there.”

you didn’t care to tell rafe it didn’t matter this random guy came up to you and tried to make a move, and to just walk away. you let rafe say what he needed to say and be protective over you.

“my mistake, man. didn’t think you two were together. chill out.” it was almost like his cue to walk away, but he stayed still, staring at rafe. rafe, who was non confrontational and didn’t pick fights when it’s not needed.

rafe raised his brows, pulling a confused gesture. “and you’re still standing there, that’s crazy. are you waiting for proof? this isn’t a live video cam. are you into that exhibitionist stuff? ’cause i’m not, i keep what’s mine private.”

the guy reeled back, embarrassed at rafe’s words. “no, i’m not into that stuff,” he muttered, finally walking off.

rafe smirked, “that got you to walk off? embrace your kinks, freak.” he called to his back. rafe turned to you after the guy was gone, the cocky, dominating demeanor gone, replaced by your regular, chill rafe. “was that good? i almost laughed but that would’ve blew him.”

you giggled, nodding. “that was a good one.”

[lushksses]

₊˚⊹♡ prissy!readers “self-care sunday” is interrupted by rafe.

( cw — fingering + sexual acts under the cut! )

sunday was your favourite day of the week. it was a fresh start, a peaceful bubble in a busy life. sunday smelled like vanilla and gisou shampoo, and felt like a warm hug. it was the one day that your boyfriend wouldn’t hang around, simply because you knew that he would find it boring.

at the moment, you were having an afternoon shower, singing along to the song ‘feather’ by sabrina carpenter. your wet hair was in a claw clip, a gloss treatment soaking into the follicles as you exfoliated your skin and face. your shoulders were moving along to the beat of the song while you moved under the water a few moments later to take the clip out and wash your hair.

as soon as the song ended, and ‘espresso’ started playing, was when the music stopped and was interrupted by a ringtone. you waited to see who the phone would announce was calling, until, of course, the ai voice said, “rafe, heart emoji, heart emoji, eggplant emoji, is calling,” before continuing with the annoying ringtone. you groaned, rushing to finish scrubbing your hair, before stopping the stream of hot water and wrapping your hair and body up in pink towels, and getting out to answer the call.

you dried off your hands and then picked up the phone. “hiii rafey, what’s up?” you ask.

“hey, baby,” he answers. you can hear the engine of his car in the background. “i’m on my way,”

you blink, confused. “did i invite you?” you ask, thinking maybe you forgot.

“uhh, no, but i’m finished my work for the day and i wanna see my girl,” he admits.

“oh— well m’kind of in the shower,”

“right now?’ he checks. “baby, don’t bring your phone in the shower, you’ll ruin the speaker,”

“no, i mean that i was in the shower like.. ten seconds ago,” you tell him.

“oh, a’ight,” he mutters. “i’m pulling up now,” he tells you, as if he doesn’t even care that he interrupted you.

“i’m gonna be busy,” you warn him.

he huffs. “yeah? with what?”

“my self-care.”

“jesus,” he sighs under his breath. “fine, whatever, i’m coming in,” you hear his car door open through the phone, and then he hangs up.

he comes in to pop music blasting from the washroom, and instantly goes in to see you. its steamy in there from the shower, and the first thing he sees is you trying to wipe the steam from the mirror with the towel that was in your hair. he wordlessly comes over and goes to take over for you.

“hi rafe,” you greet, looking up at him as he wipes your mirror. “you look good,”

he smirks a bit, one of those classic half-smiles that he pulls off so well, as he hangs the towel back up to look at you. “hey, you look great too,” he says in his deep voice, blue eyes spotting the towel wrapped around you, and never leaving it. “you got something for me under there?” he goes to hold your waist.

you giggle, pawing him off. “nooo, rafe, need to put on lotion and a face mask while my pores are open,”

his smile drops and he scoffs. he’s not mad at you for regretting his immediate advances, but he is disappointed because he thought that the scenario of seeing you out of the shower would be a little bit different. “jesus, while your pores are—“ he cuts himself off with a sigh. “alright, what am i supposed to do then?”

“i dunno, go sit on my bed, i’ll be in my room soon anyway,” you shoo him away, and he leaves you in the washroom.

you continue with your sunday, and spend a few minutes drying off your body. you put on your light pink bathrobe and then come into the bedroom. you’re back in your own world as you grab your vanilla scented lotion from your vanity and then sit on the edge of your bed, beside rafe, who’s chilling on your pillow and scrolling on his phone.

you start to lather your freshly shaved legs with the lotion, and then your shoulders and arms and chest. “hey rafe?” you ask softly once you get to your back. “d’you mind putting this on my back?”

“you can’t reach?”

“no one can reach their back, rafey,”

“alright, alright, c’mere,” he mutters, and you scoot in front of where he is on your bed, sitting in between his stretched out legs.

his big hands are a weight on your back but they’re still gentle. he squirts some lotion in his hands and then rubs it delicately on you. “where’d you get this stuff? you’re almost out,” he murmurs a question.

“victoria’s secret,”

“thought they just sold lingerie,”

“no, they sell everything. that’s where i got that lip gloss that you like on me too,”

“oh,” he mutters, before shifting his full focus back on your back. “i’ll get you some more of this lotion from there soon, then,” he promises, squeezing the last of it out for your shoulders.

you nod gently, expecting that sort of treatment from him by now. he often bought you things, his brain trained to make sure that you were happy and spoiled.

you get up off of your cozy pink bed to go to your vanity and do your haircare. rafe’s eyebrows furrow as he sighs. he was getting sick of having to wait around, he wished you’d just drop everything and come back over to him. “baby, you wanna come back over here?” he asks, patting his thigh as his back relaxes further against your pillows and headboard.

“mmmm, i need to do my hair,” you hesitate. he pats his thigh again expectantly and you sigh, relenting and going to perch yourself on it.

“you know, it’s not fair,” you start as you make yourself comfortable on him. “you can’t come over with no notice ‘n expect me to cater to everything you need from me—“

you’re cut off when he kisses you, ignoring your scolding and going against what you just said. you can’t help but giggle into the kiss, because it’s kind of cute that he just doesn’t care. you kiss him back, climbing further on his lap so you’re straddling him.

“raaafe, really need to put product in my hair while it’s wet—“ you complain, only half serious, and he shuts you up once more with a hand cupping your warm cunt under your robe.

you simultaneously moan and pout, conflicted into giving in as you glance back at your vanity. you really wanted rafe’s fingers, and god his hand felt good, but also, your blowout wouldn’t be the same without the product you need to put in.

you practically melt under his hand as a finger presses against your slit, teasing the entryway. he doesn’t play nice, and you don’t like that he interrupted your peaceful, men-less day. but also… how could you resist?

“does that feel good, baby, hm?” he’s muttering in your ear ten minutes later, as you’re a whimpering mess in his lap. his mean fingers are curling in as fast as ever on your g-spot, making you practically mindless. “you like that?”

you bite your lower lip and nod, moaning out when he goes harder.

“words, sweetheart,” he reminds you.

“mhm— like it so much, rafey,” you stifle out through the noises you’re making. “feels so good!”

“yeeeah, that’s what i thought,” he half-smirks, pleased with himself. “you wanna cum, pretty girl?”

“mhm,”

“when? now?” god, he’s practically the king of rhetorical questions. “or later? like, ten more minutes?”

“stop!” you whimper out as he teases you, making him snicker. “wanna cum now please,”

“alright, go ahead then,” he gives you permission, and you moan out and give the his fingers a milky coating as you finish.

you stay in his lap for a while as you catch your breath, curled up in his big arms. he wins, again, because you’ve completely forgotten all about your self-care agenda. your mind is back to only thinking about one thing — rafe.

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[lushksses]

𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 .ᐟ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 realizing you’ve interacted with other guys before

annoying but whatever ⩩ ֢ himbo introduction ⩩ ֢

rafe’s smile slowly slipped from his face. “what?” he quietly asked you, eyes turning soft. you frowned at him. “a friend of mine, he would find stuff like this funny too. he got me into this silly crap, but we don’t really talk that often,” you shrugged, turning back to the screen. what started off as a funny movie night for you and rafe, is now an upsetting moment rafe wants to escape.

“you were laughing with another guy at some point?” rafe continued staring at the side of your face as you tried to watch the movie. you responded without facing him, “i mean, yeah. he isn’t as funny as you, though,” you explained.

the scene you were watching froze suddenly. your brow furrowed until you realized rafe pressed pause. “obviously. but like. . you’re not affiliated with them anymore, right? like at all? or with any other guys?”

you turned to him then, noticing how serious he seemed. you gaped for a second. “i talk to guys here and there, friends of friends. . your friends. just friends, though. .” you tried to word this carefully, making sure rafe understands.

“i was actually considering having my friends limit their talking with you, but that’s neither here nor there. i’m totally fine with you having guy friends and all, it was just a shock remembering. . that’s a possibility.”

your brows rose. “uh huh.. sure. and i’m fine with your friends that are girls, or whatever,” you realized you two were having that talk. came out of nowhere, but it’s comforting to have it. rafe simply smiled at you, shaking his head once. “don’t have any.”

you bit back a smile, nodding. “okay. i don’t really have many guy friends, but i’m glad we just. . hashed that out. good to know you won’t be jealous of exes that don’t mean anything anymore,” you assumed the conversation was over, reaching to grab the remote and continue the movie.

rafe slowly inched it away from you. “what exes?”

[lushksses]

GETTING STEAMY

warm water was running down the span of your body, the bathroom humid and steamy from the hot temperature.

you were pressed against the cold tiles of the shower wall. rafe peppering soft yet desperate kisses down your chest, always lingering on your sensitive nipples.

your head was thrown back against the wall as you let out the dirtiest of noises, fingers turning white from how hard you were gripping the short hair on rafe's head.

"fuck, yeah that's it darlin'. keep making those pretty noises for me" he groaned into your ear seductively, water spilling down his tanned face.

your legs felt like jelly, like they were going to give out from under you. being in this vulnerable position had you feeling all sorts of things.

his skilled fingers trailed down to your pussy, your arousal was evident. the shower wasn't the only thing making you wet.

"rafe, please i need you" you gasped out, the anticipation making you tense up.

he nuzzled your neck almost lovingly, before roughly biting down at the exact same time his fingers plunged into your pussy.

[lushksses]

⧼ H𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 .ᐟ 𝐑𝐀𝐅E and the ignoring you but still giving you attention trend ⣄

don’t attempt at home, he would just cry ˘ ༉ severe confusion from rafe ˘ ༉ himbo introduction ˘ ༉

rafe turned his phone to you, showing you something he found funny. he waited patiently with a smile for you to look at the screen. when you didn’t look but simply hummed “mm hm,” rafe put the phone down. “yeah it wasn’t that funny. .” he muttered.

you almost folded immediately at how dejected he sounded, but kept it up for a little longer. you reached a hand out, messing with his hair, which he loved, while rafe looked over excitedly. “i saw this video that dudes secretly love this. it’s not a secret for me, guys just don’t accept that soft part of them. who wouldn’t like their favorite person giving them attention, right?”

you fought the urge to pout as you retracted your hand, getting up from the comfortable position you two sat in. “oh. .” you heard softly from behind you.

you tightly closed your eyes, adjusting your face to keep composure. you walked to the kitchen, pulling out ingredients to make lunch for rafe. his favorite, a simple sandwich with a side. rafe perked up when he saw you putting the sandwich together. he walked up to you timidly, unsure if you were making it for him or not because he thought you might be upset.

“do you want it cut down the middle or whole?” you asked rafe, startling him. he didn’t think you wanted to talk. he slowly smiled, walking up to hug your waist and look over your shoulder as you prepared his lunch. “whatever you want, just please keep talking to me.”

you were glad he couldn’t see your face as you let yourself frown, close to dropping the knife and turning around to return his hug. you shrugged, seemingly not caring, but cutting it down the middle how he preferred.

rafe grabbed the plate, sitting down. he looked to you, tapping his fingers and worrying his lip. “are you eating with me?” he asked. you shook your head silently, cleaning up the dishes you used. rafe nodded rapidly. “okay, yeah. that’s fine,” he began eating. it was hard not to agree to eat with him, knowing he liked it when you did. he told you himself he felt awkward doing mundane things without you. rafe grimaced at the sandwich, losing his appetite at the feeling you were upset.

“you’re okay, right? did i do anything?” you caved for a second, rushing over to put rafe’s head in your hands, angling him to look at you. “you didn’t, i’m fine,” you poked his cheeks, making him smile again.

“but,” rafe grabbed your waist, pulling you closer. “it’s like you want to talk to me, but you’re not really. if you need space, i can give it to you. or anything else you need. i really appreciate the little touches you’re giving me, but then you don’t really say anything, and i like when you talk to me. . is it because of that video i tried to show you? it seriously wasn’t funny.”

you giggled at him, calling it off. “i was joking, i’m sorry. i couldn’t do it anymore, i can’t ignore you, you don’t deserve that,” you stepped forward to hug him into you. rafe pressed forward into you, holding you tighter.

“i’m so glad that’s over. was it funny for you at least?” rafe asked. you quickly pulled his head up, shaking your head. “not at all, i don’t know what i was thinking.”

rafe nodded, “yeah, me neither. i also was lying about that video, it was funny. can i still show it to you?”

[lushksses]

best mistake!

pairing: ex!rafe x reader summary: break up, make up, total waste of time. warnings: swearing, drinking, and mentions of (his) drug problems. word count: 1.3k words a/n: there's a second half to this in my drafts, one that includes smut. let me know if you want it!

the second you arrived at the midsummers party, rafe couldn't take his eyes off of you. his eyes raked over your figure in the white dress you wore. the lace, black accents of the piece seemed to sting more than they should've.

he took another sip of his drink as he saw you giggling with your sister, happy without him. meanwhile he was drinking away his sorrows and bitterly recalling how you were supposed to be his date. how you had a matching dress to pair with his suit, it would've been perfect.

if you hadn't broken up with him.

he spent the whole night observing you. how you danced with sarah, talked with your friends, sang along to whatever song was playing. he hated it because he loved it. he loved watching you be happy. he despised that you were doing it without him though, despite him being the reason for that.

eventually, he had had enough of just watching. before his brain could rationalize his actions, he had downed his second third glass and pulled out his phone. his fingers quickly swiped over the screen, opening up your messages. the long stream of blue almost discouraged him but then he saw your wandering eyes.

miss you meet me outside please?

you felt your phone buzz, tucked into your stocking. you reached down to slide it out, breath hitching when you saw rafe's name pop up three times.

he should have been blocked, you should have kept your distance from him and called it quits for good. key words: should have.

you were going to ignore it, you really were. but then you felt a pair of yes burn into you. your eyes couldn't help but search for the culprit, even if deep down you knew exactly who it was. you wanted the confirmation— needed it.

your eyes found his blue ones across the mass of bodies separating you two. he nodded off towards the exit, giving topper and kelce a shitty excuse about him having a headache before walking away.

you sucked your teeth, slipping your phone back into your stocking and giving your friends your own shitty excuse before you feet took you towards the exit. you gave all of the knowing neighbors you passed a small smile, small greetings left your lips in response some of the mothers.

the people's princess, as rafe would call you.

you made your way outside the building, seeing him leaning against his bike in the back of the parking lot. you huffed, heels clicking against the concrete as you made your way over.

"you always were too fucking nice for your own good" he muttered the minute you were in reach. he closed the distance between you two, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you against him.

"stop it, rafe" you hissed, pushing away from him. "we're not together anymore"

"according to who? because i never agreed to that" he shakes his head, ignoring your protest and replacing his hand back on your waist.

"i told you we were done"

"yeah? if we're so done then why are you out here, huh?" he questioned, lowering his head slightly to look you in your eyes.

"you chose drugs over me, remember?" you reminded. it was a low blow, you both knew it.

the real reason you had broken up with him. his coke habit had gotten the best of him. it ate away at your relationship like some sort of parasite. he had gotten mean, negligent, the drugs became more important than you — or anything else, for that matter.

for a second, you see the anger flash in his eyes. that same anger that had been so prevalent towards the end of your relationship. the memory of your last argument resurfaces in both your minds. you watch that anger morph into guilt.

"i'm clean now" he retorts, jaw clenching. "doesn't that count for something?"

your jaw matched his, knowing the true intention behind his words. this was all in attempt of getting you back, reclaiming what he thought was his. rafe was your first everything, he held that very close to him.

he watched you try to fight the tension between you, the obvious pull. his thumb slipped under the fabric of your dress, rubbing small circles onto your side.

he smirked to himself slightly as he took in the sight of you. before you two had broken up you had gotten a dress that matched his suit, baby blue accents to compliment him rather than suffocate everyone with the colors.

you refused to wear that dress, given the two of you were no longer together. instead, you opted for a white babydoll dress, it was flowy and short. black lace trim and accents littered the piece. there were no obvious signs of rafe, not until you got lower. over your black stockings, beneath your black heels — that were a gift from rafe. baby blue socks that matched perfectly with his suit, so subtle no one else would be able to make the connection. except for him.

"you know you're the only girl i love" he whispered, the nail in the coffin.

the way he said it, it reminded you of those sleepless nights. the ones where he had you sprawled out on his mattress beneath him. when he settled between your thighs and fucked pretty noises out of you.

he has to bite back a smirk as he sees what's happening, how he's reeling you back in. you were like putty in his hand, his even when you had written him off. his hand moves up to cup your face, fingers digging into your cheeks softly.

"tell me to fuck off" he nods, pupils dilating. "tell me we're done for good"

a brief moment of silence passes between you two. he sees the gears in your head turning, contemplating on doing just what he said.

"have you been with anyone else?" you ask, looking at him with hopeful eyes. he has to mask the guilt that washes over him.

he hesitates, his eyes flicking away briefly before locking back onto yours. he knows this question was coming, and he hates the power it has over him. he swallows hard, his jaw clenching.

"no," he answers gruffly, lying through his teeth.

“promise?” you ask, the sharpness in his eyes almost giving him away.

"promise" he nods, his tone reassuring as ever.

one lie couldn't hurt, not when he did it all in search of you. every girl he had slipped into, he imagined it was you. there were a few times when your named slipped from his lips instead of whatever girl was beneath him. none of them ever felt as good as you, though. he stopped when he came to that conclusion.

"what about you?" he mumbles, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

he tried to act indifferent to it, telling himself if you did he couldn't be mad. but he couldn't help the violent plan that formed in his mind, if you had slept with someone else.

he hoped like hell that you didn't. he didn't mind the blood that would be on his hands, not when it came to his girl and reminding everyone on the island she was his.

"no, i couldn't" you whispered.

it was one of the things he loved about you, how loyal you were. even when he knew he didn't deserve it. you were his personal fucking angel sent from above.

rafe feels a rush of triumph at getting that confirmation from you. he knows he still holds a power over you, despite everything. his fingers thread through your hair, tilting your head back slightly. 

"good girl" he praises.

your skin heats up at the pet name. rafe knew exactly how to play you, what strings to pull to get what he wanted.

and you were what he wanted.

-

[lushksses]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 .ᐟ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 ┆𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ꫂ ၴႅၴ

𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞’𝐬 𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐝 this is a hostage situation monty.pk ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'¹⁸ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁰

online stalking ะ jealousy ะ upping the creep behavior ะ pathetic.ᐟrafe introduction ะ

rafe bit at his thumb nail, staring so intensely at his phone screen, his eyes began to throb. the camera didn’t do you justice. just from your name, rafe was able to find your social medias. and scrolling on them until the morning was what he’s been doing since.

he’s found out your pet status, curious just incase he had to do research on an animal then pretend to like it, your friends’ names, and songs you like that he immediately added to his playlist on his ipod.

he already started drafting conversations in his head that he could have with you. how he would subtly slip your favorite artist into the conversation. how he would bring up needing a book recommendation after seeing you like to read. he’s already planning on subscribing to a few streaming apps to watch your favorite movies and series’.

he ignored the knock on his door from his sister, grunting in response when he bit off more than he thought he would on his thumb. he looked at it, thinking it best to stop. maybe you don’t like nail biters. he’ll do all the research he can to make himself stop.

he wiped his finger on his shirt, going to put his phone down and take a break when a picture on your feed caught his attention. that’s a boy. you were flirting with rafe earlier, you couldn’t have a boyfriend. so rafe shouldn’t worry. but he is. he tapped on the picture, the boy’s handle showing up. rafe went to his profile, analyzing his account.

the immediate surge of jealousy was overlapped by insecurity at how attractive the boy was. he frowned, eye’s narrowing just incase any tears threatened to pile up. was the flirting a joke? is this the guy you were actually into?

he forced himself to continue scrolling, finding more out about the guy. he saw you, close to double tapping the picture, then remembered who’s account he was on. how awkward that would be. then he saw another girl. a girl the boy was kissing. and the caption of the picture was something lovey dovey. he wouldn’t do that if he was with you. he wouldn’t do anything anymore if he was with you. but the boy wasn’t, he had a girlfriend.

the relief rafe felt almost made him think he was imagining up the anxiety. but it was real. though rafe thought he had worked on it, it still existed.

he went to put his earbuds in and play his playlist with the songs you like to clear his head, when his phone dinged. with a message from you. rafe immediately fumbled to grab his phone, hunching to get a better look at his screen. you asked what rafe was up to. rafe glanced at the other tabs on his phone he had open, opting not to tell the truth. he instead said he was watching a movie that got you going about how much you love the film. while you spammed his phone with rants, rafe scurried to grab his wallet and enter his card information into the streaming app.

once subscribed, he began watching the movie on his laptop while simultaneously texting you about it. rafe was good at this. no, not lying. being the perfect guy for you.

[lushksses]

₊˚⊹♡ just thinking about wedding reception sex with jack…

it’s a family members wedding and long into the reception jack would grab your hand, quickly dragging you away from everyone. the two of you had had a couple drinks, having a good time with everyone, dancing up on each other. you couldn’t help the giggle that would escape your lips because you knew exactly where this was headed.

as soon as the bathroom door was locked, jack would pick you up and set you on the counter, his eyes gazing into yours. his large, calloused hands would slide up your bare thighs, slowly pushing your dress up to reveal more of yourself to him. his hands would move painfully slow though, taking his sweet time as he enjoyed the feeling the of your silky thighs beneath his palms. “you look fucking perfect.” he’d whisper, his eyes glancing down, his lips parting as your panties slowly come into view.

he’d finally get your dress shoved up around your waist, his eyes glued to your lace panties as if he hasn’t seen these specific ones on you before. or ripped them off you before. you’d bite your lip, watching as jack unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking echoing through the facility bathroom. your chest was starting to heave, your breathing growing heavier as you watched his cock spring free, your cunt practically begging for him to stretch you out.

rubbing the tip of his cock along your slit, jack would whisper praises and compliments in your ear, telling you how beautiful you looked tonight and how he was so lucky to call you his. “my girl, aren’t you?” he’d ask, his hand cupping your jaw and turning your head to force you to look at him, slowly pushing his cock into you.

[lushksses]

I'll Be Damned

an: ummm @kimoralov3 gave me a request and we both decided i needed to write it immediately. sorry if its a little whorish LOL. the actual request is from a tumblr post TAGGED HERE AND I WILL TAG THE CREATOR @wttcsms i wanna make sure credit is given where its due. also i got SO CARRIED AWAY the longest thing ive ever written LOL and i started this so long ago i think the original post got deleted, whoops.

warnings: talks about conservative/strict/religious upbringing, purity rings, mentions of weed, loss of virginity, protected sex, mentions of not being on contraceptives, religious talk, mdni 18+, oral fem!recieving

word count: 4373

you were no saint, that much was certain. god knows if your parents knew you were alone in a boys room with said boy theyd have your head on a stick.

especially if they knew that boy was jj maybank.

your parents werent bad people by any means, they knew not to judge someone based on things out of their control. but in their defense jj had made some questionable choices.

but that was part of his appeal. his charm was his impulsivity, his wit, his knack for excitement.

how he'd decided youd be good friends you have no idea but you couldnt be happier that he had.

or else you wouldnt be sitting in his bed at the chateau with him as he smoked a joint and watched whatever sit com you were currently binging together.

"can I ask you something?" he blurted out of nowhere, his eyes still trained on the small television screen.

your head whipped in his direction at his cautious tone, "shoot," you said curiously. why did he sound so worried?

had you done something wrong?

"whats that ring? on your pinky finger..." he motions with a nod of his head down to your hand that was sitting in your lap, "i know you said its a family thing. does it have a meaning or something?"

oh boy. i hate this talk.

"its uh... its a purity ring... my dad gave it to me at my confirmation last year," he almost choked on his own spit.

"a- a purity ring? i know you said you were religious but damn- i thought those were some kind of fallacy..."

"im so proud of you! you just used 'fallacy' correctly in a sentence!" you said with an exaggerated sense of excitement hoping to change the subject.

you hated being judged for your ring. you saw the looks from boys when they saw it, if they knew what it was. girls teasing you for being a prude.

when in reality it wasnt much of a choice. rationally, you know having sex wouldnt send you into the fiery pits of hell. rationally, you knew that in your faith, heaven was created for sinners who had earned forgiveness and preached love and prosperity and worshipped God. but irrationally... what if your parents were right? your faith was important to you, a key part of how you were raised. you didnt want to become a disappoint by giving into temptation.

but late at night when a certain blond snuck into your thoughts... you wanted to give in. badly.

"i wasnt judging you, i was just a lil shocked alright? i didnt know you were that serious about all that," hed held up his hands in defense trying to calm your nerves on the sensitive subject.

"honestly?" you turn to face him with a shameful look on your face, a pink hue covering your cheeks perfectly, "sometimes i dont think i am. or- that my values and beliefs dont really line up like that."

"what do you mean?"

"just that. i dont think purity matters THAT much ya know? and forgiveness is there for a reason. that having sex doesnt mean im not a good person. right?"

jj chuckled lowly, "mama if that were true id be considered down right satanic."

you couldnt hide your laughter after his comment either. hes just so infectious. clearly with the way thoughts of him had been invading your mind lately.

"its not just that- then the insecurity comes along with it, even if i changed my mind everyone already knows about it. no guy would ever wanna sleep with me. unless its some kind of weird kink thing and i dont think my religion should be fetishized-"

"are you kidding me?"

"um... no? im not really comfortable with that-"

"no- mama-" jj shook his head in his hands, "there are plenty of guys that would wanna sleep with you. not just for some creepy kink."

"name one," you said seriously. because seriously, who the fuck would wanna sleep with you? not a single person has ever shown real interest in you ever-

"me."

shut the fuck up. he said that so confidently?! hello?!

your eyes widen with shock, "p-pardon?!"

"i didnt stutter right? i said pretty clearly that i want to have sex with you-" you clamped a hand over jj's mouth instinctively. praying that john b hadnt heard his friends loud proclamation across the hall.

"i heard you the first time!" you whispered, your tone stern.

jjs eyes gestured to the hand on his mouth as if to say 'move please so i can speak'. part of you didnt want to move your hand, partially because of what he might say, and the other because touching him kinda felt nice. in anyway you could.

haphazardly, you decide to remove your hand from his face, your face still showing your disbelief.

"why are you so confused? you asked a question and i answered it-"

"because i- well i didnt expect that from you. and i dont need a pitty fuck if thats what youre trying to say because thats even more pathetic."

"okay none of that- no maam," jj interrupts me shaking his head, "im not gonna listen to you talk about yourself like youre completely undesirable. because thats so fucking unbelievable."

his face, on rare occasion, is utterly serious. oh my dear god he really did wanna sleep with me...

lord if this is a test i want to assure you this not a battle you wanna give me. im not your strongest soldier because i will fold faster than a lawn chair.

"youre serious??"

"do i look like im jokin? do i have a mic in my hands? is there an audiance i dont see? cause im not a fucking comedian. im being for real."

what are you supposed to do now? like actually? do you kiss him? no one prepared you for what to do in this situation.

"okay listen- you look pretty freaked out. im not saying we have to or anything im just saying... ive thought about it ya know? youre gorgeous and were close so i just thought maybe youve thought about it too."

well here goes nothing, "i have. thought about it i mean. a lot."

"oh really?" that made jjs brows quirk up and a smirk plaster across his face. he always has to be so smug, "is that so?"

"dont do that!"

"do what?" he questioned.

your cheeks flush in embarrassment, "make me feel like this is so easy. because it isnt."

"but it could be," jj pauses the tv before looking directly in your eyes, meaning business, "you just said that this is what you want right? im right here offering it to you so whats stopping you?"

you took a deep, shaky breath at his words. you really didnt wanna sound like a crazy person but being scared of sex was normal right? especially with your best friend of all people.

there were so many reasons not to do this.

"honestly? im scared. scared of what that would mean for us, scared of actually doing this. scared of... a lot of things. im a chicken. a big fat crazy chicken."

he couldnt help but laugh at your words. thinking 'what the fuck is she on?'

and part of him knew hed have to talk you off the ledge if you were gonna do this, but hes willing to work for it. work for you.

"mama listen to me. we can be whatever the hell you want us to be, youre my girl whether we're just friends or my head is between your legs. and as for the other part- id never ever hurt you m'kay? if you wanna do this i promise id go as slow as you want. you set the pace, ill be gentle. but im not trynna make you do this."

oh my god jj maybank just gave you 'the speech'.

and youre sitting here with all of your clothes still on.

"and lets say i do... wanna do this... you really want this? like this isnt out of pity or curiosity or anything?"

"maybe im not making myself clear. y/n. i wanna have any and every part of you that you'll let me."

holy shit okay... yeah okay. this is really happening.

you try to scramble for the words caught in your throat, "okay.. h-how do i do this? what if i do it bad?"

"youre not gonna 'do it bad'," he chuckles through his words, one of his hands sliding onto your thigh, "look ill guide you through it okay? we'll go slow... i promise."

"that sounds...nice."

"i sure hope so," he chuckled softly, "otherwise we wouldnt be doing it... and if you wanna stop just tell me okay?

all you could was nod and watch as he moved so he was hovering over you and you were laid flat against his bed.

"i need to hear you say it mama..." his face was so close to yours you could barely muddle up a whisper in response giving him a small 'yes' before finally feeling his lips press into yours.

it wasnt anything like you thought it would be. it was... gentle, sweet, tender in the most romantic way.

but you could tell he was holding back...

your hands found the nape of his neck and quickly pulled him closer, needing more of him. wanting him to show you what its really like, not some pussy foot version.

his lips travelled further down to your jaw... to your neck... to your collar bone...

"can i take this off?" there was a small tug at the hem of your shirt, his eyes pleading with you, begging even.

you sat up almost immediately, helping him pull it over your head, and just like that his eyes were glued to your chest.

the pink on your cheeks intensified to a red at the sight, at first you were thinking of the worst case scenario. that hed changed his mind, the they didnt look right, that you werent as appealing as hed assured you.

his hands instinctively reached out but he stopped himself, unsure if he was moving too fast, doing too much.

"gorgeous..." his eyes were wide with excitement, raw and unfiltered. the inside of his mouth salivating at the sight of your braless body. "can i touch you? please god- ill pray if it means i can."

the laugh that escaped you was just as unashamed as his pleas, "yea. yea jay you can touch me," you wanted laugh more. aware that hes being considerate of your feelings but it was almost stupid how badly you wanted this.

he quickly pulled his shirt over his head before diving back in to kiss you, his hands gently kneading at your breasts. you were a bit disappointed you didnt get to ogle at him like he had you, but youd seen him without a shirt enough times at the beach to satisfy curiosity.

"jj-"

his head whipped up so fast from trailing gently little kisses across the swell of your breasts, a worried expression crossing his face. "you okay baby? need me to stop?"

"no- no i just... you can keep going. i need more. i need you..." your breathing was heavy as were your eyes.

"you sure? im just trynna go slow and make sure youre okay. wanna take care of ya."

"im okay jj... i promise. this is what i want," you meant what you said too. there isnt anyone else youd want to do this with.

he gave me a look, once more chance to back out, before letting a deep rooted sigh out. sounded more like relief than anything.

his fingers hooked into the belt loops of your shorts giving them a firm pull, "these need to go. now."

and he didnt have to tell you twice, within seconds they were unbuttoned and being pulled past your knees and being thrown across the room with abandon.

the giggle that escaped your throat was involuntary as jj pulled you buy your ankles further down the bed so the back of your knees were hanging off the edge of the bed.

"jj! what are you doing??"

"m gonna eat, fucking starving. now spread your legs f’me. wanna see that pretty pink pussy," jj knelt to the ground, threw my legs over his shoulders with urgency, looking down and admiring the view before him. “you’re so fucking perfect…”

you didn’t think someone just talking to you could elicit a moan from you, however jj was always there to challenge you. like right now.

he was peppering small kisses down the inside of your thighs, along the curves of your hips, avoiding where you need him most trying to make you feel appreciated.

he’s doing a good job too.

his thumb gently glides over your sensitive clit with a featherlight touch making me shake with need, the other hand holding your hips against the mattress as you feel his lips finally capture your core and his tongue starts lapping at the bundle of nerves.

your hand flies to his hair gripping it tightly between your fingers eliciting a groan that vibrates through you as his tongue continues to skillfully pull every sound from you and send shocks through your body

theres a feeling of something toying with your entrance delicately, looking down to see him staring up at you with a needy, hungry look in his eyes. you gasp at the feeling, your eyes widening with a nervousness and desperation.

"'s just my finger baby, relax. it wont hurt i promise," he tried to reassure you gently as you nodded.

"feels good... keep going. please."

"yes maam," he smirks up at you before diving back into your slick folds, simultaneously ever-so gently pushing his finger into you beneath his chin.

was it normal to feel so full from just a finger?

holy shit what is it gonna feel like when hes actually inside you??

you tried your best not to think about it to avoid psyching yourself out and just trying to enjoy the feeling. your walls flutter around him and he can feel how close you are already with his finger pumping in and out of you painfully slow as he curls it inside of you.

his face his practically dripping with you when he looks back up at you, "hows it feel mama? talk to me."

your face is scrunched in pleasure as you shake your head quickly, your hands back to gripping the cotton sheets beneath you, "cant," you answer bluntly, out of breath as his finger works your mercilessly. it was the honest truth, the feeling making it hard to think straight, or at all really.

"oh cmon now i believe in you. tell me how good it feels... think you can handle another? youre so close gorgeous, let me help you get there..."

you practically squeal as he presses the second digit into you, the stretch a delicious sting that borders on uncomfortable. but the slickness greatly helps with the discomfort easing it almost instantly as jj keeps his pace consistent, your hips bucking off of the bed as you come apart on his fingers, your juices dripping onto his palm.

"holy shit mama that was so fucking hot... youre so tight," he presses small gentle kisses down your thighs as he talks you through your first orgasm. his forehead resting on your hip as he gathers himself.

it feels like the lack of oxygen has made you dizzy and oddly relaxed from feeling so breathless.

jj maybank just made you come.

jj maybank just gave you your first orgasm.

oh lord am i gonna have to ask for your forgiveness until the day i die. i might die right here right now.

"pretty mama i need you to say something... kinda scaring me," you lift your head off of the pillows to look down where he lays on you, his fingers lightly tracing patterns across your stomach.

"sorry," you run a hand over your face taking a deep breath, "just kind of... i dont know. calming down."

god even his laugh made you quiver.

"we can take a break if you need it- do you want me to grab you a water or someth-" you quickly shut him up by leaning down to kiss him

"i wanna keep going.. jj that was... eye rolling, moan eliciting, mind boggling-ly good. im okay i promise."

"youre killing me here baby-" he looked up at you as his hands roamed your body slowly and aimlessly. feeling comfortable in such a vulnerable state with her. "are you sure?"

you lean to the side diving into the drawer next to his bed where you figured hed have a condom lying around, you guessed correctly.

"stop asking me that, i know youre trying to be sweet but i already told you i want this. im not changing my mind. im not on birth control for obvious reason but-"

a groan from his lips interrupts you, the sound more like a struggled, suppressed moan. his head falling into the crook of your neck. looks like someone has a breeding kink. shouldve guessed it by that nickname.

"ill do whatever you want mama but youre literally naked holding my condom in your hand. im losing self control quickly."

you giggled softly, "youre okay with just the condom?"

"im okay with or without it. god, ill be perfect as long as im inside you."

it was your turn to moan this time as he takes the foil from you, ripping it open between his stupidly cute canine teeth, grinning from ear to ear as he rolls it on almost effortlessly.

watching him you realize it was the first time you could really drink in the sight of him... and how big he was.

"jj- i dont think-" you go to protest before he kisses you softly. so fucking soft for you in every way except for one.

"we'll make it fit," thats the only thing he says before he positions his body to loom over you, your hips meeting each other. his eyes light up and he reaches behind you grabbing an extra pillow. "lift your hips for me baby... good girl."

he adjusts the pillow under your hips comfortably, his hands gripping your hips to lower you then running down your legs to wrap them around his hips.

"i read somewhere that makes it better- for you. i dont know im not a chick. does it feel okay? are you okay?"

you could melt from his words, jj wasnt always great with telling people how he felt but he does one better. he shows them, shows you. always thinking of you and your wellbeing.

"its perfect jay, thank you," you smile up softly at him, "youre perfect."

the blond blushed at your words, placing one hand next to your head so he leans over you to whisper in your ear, probably to also hide how flustered that made him.

"ill go slow i promise... its gonna hurt a little but ill stop when you need me to. and if you wanna stop all together thats okay. youre in control baby. 'm at your mercy."

your hand reaches for stability, finding it tugging at the roots of his blond mop as his hand reaches between the both of you to align him at your entrance. the folds still slick from just moments ago.

hes pressing soft wet kisses to your neck, moving his hips forward just the smallest bit so his tip barely pierces your hole. you suck in sharply as you feel him, feel the pressure, the sting.

your gasp must have scared him, he lifts himself from you to look down at you with concern.

"you okay mama?"

all you can do is nod in response trying to keep your breathing steady. frankly, you didnt think youd be this tight. obviously hes not the size of your ultra big tampons but still. you were a bit naive.

"just let me know if you need me to stop... but you gotta relax or it wont fit. trust me, ill go easy on you but you gotta breathe babe. let yourself relax... im right here."

you nodded again, maybe it was lame but you were so focused on how he felt against you, you could barely speak.

taking another deep breathe you urge his hips forward with your ankles wrapped around them, and the sting intensifies as his tip finally goes inside of you, and you were already clenching around him.

hard enough that his arms wobbled for a slight second.

"shit mama, youre so fucking tight," he sighs in ecstasy, "jesus- stop clenching around me or ill blow like a two pump chump."

that got a chuckle out of you, even though he was completely serious. the sting goes away slowly, and you press kisses down his neck to calm yourself. you wanted your lips on every inch of his body.

"keep going," you begged, your voice abnormally high and breathy.

"there you go baby, made it through the hardest part. see? its not so bad... im right here baby."

he moves his hips forward again, and you felt another inch push into you. god how did you already feel so full?

and then another inch. and another.

how fucking big is he?

"jesus jj- so full... 's too much-" you whine, your hands clinging onto his shoulders, your polished nails pressing into his skin.

"need me to stop?"

you thought for a moment before shaking your head, "no.. need more. feels so good."

and with that he pushed himself all the way to hilt, fully pressed inside your sopping wet cunt. you moan loudly, forgetting john b is just down the hall in the living room.

jj presses his lips to yours, capturing them so your tongues meet in the middle, making every thought poof from your head. youve dreamed of this moment so many times and you know youre lucky that the first time feels just as good as the fantasy, if not better.

"move, jay i need you to move... please for the love god move your hips."

he moaned into your ear before pulling back and push back into you, again and again, setting a steady pace that was safe for the both of you. safe for you because he didnt want to hurt you, and safe for him because he didnt want to come in the next two minutes.

with your head thrown back on the bed, jj begins pressing kisses across your jaw, down your neck, focusing on the sweet spots he found before. making his way down to your collar bone, your chest rising and falling drastically as he continues to pump in and out of your swollen pussy.

and finally he makes it to your breasts, beautiful and full and ready for some attention, hips lips latch around one nipple while his free hand rolls the other between his fingers teasingly.

"so fucking perfect, so fucking mine," he grumbled against your chest before switching places. he pulls off of you with a pop, a sudden idea popping into his head.

his hips fastening their pace as he looks down at the ring on your finger, before taking your hand in his, and pulling that purity ring off.

your eyes widen as you watch him carefully, watching to see what he will do as he inspects it. or at least trying to as his hips slam into yours.

he takes his necklace off, and hooking the ring onto the string before tying it back onto his neck and leaning forward back the way he was. hovering over you, and now your purity ring, thats no longer needed, dangles in front of you like a taunt.

"dont need that," he whispers in your ear quickening his pace as he feels you clenching around him, so fucking wet for him you can hear the pornographic sounds of wet skin slapping against each other. only adding fuel to your fire, "wear it so everyone knows who you fucking belong to. youre mine, y/n. say it."

oh god.

"yours," you can barely speak without moaning, "yours jay."

he slips a hand between you, his thumb working your clit perfectly as he pounds into you pushing you to the edge of another orgasm.

"yea. youre mine? coming around my cock baby, youre squeezin me to death, you gonna cover me in your cum? yea?"

you squeal at the feeling, his words, everything, this is so perfectly overwhelming. you moan, almost scream, coming again just like he said.

and hes not far behind you, driving into you before you feel him twitch inside of you, spilling into the condom shuddering around you, trying not to collapse on you.

"holy-"

"shit," you chuckle finishing his though as another ripple passes through his muscles, he pulls out and you instantly feel empty, squeezing to find something that isnt there anymore.

he lays next to you with a very satisfied smile on his face.

more like a smirk really.

"ill be damned," you smile deliriously, turning to look at him, "jj that was... i couldnt have had a better first experience. seriously..."

"glad you enjoyed it mama," he wraps an arm around you pulling him into a chest as he starts to breathe normally, his heartbeat still racing though. "you okay?"

"im perfect jay... i loved it."

"well id be happy to be of service whenever youd like-" he teases.

you slap at his chest playfully, moving to wrap a leg around his before realizing how sore you were. and soaked. he sits up almost immediately seeing your hesitation.

"let me get something to clean you up..." he grabs his boxers pulling them back on to grab a warm wet cloth from the bathroom, crouching to clean you carefully and gently.

girls at school werent lying, aftercare was arguably the best part.

he treated you with such care and so much love that it didnt matter whatever anxiety you carried from what just transpired, you were happy you did it. even if it was with your best friend.