Vicky

About Me!

Name - Victoria/ Vicky but I am open to nicknames and wtv you’d like to call me!

Also I luv luv luv! Ladybugs if you couldn’t tell  𑄹 🐞 𑄹 & bunnies ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১

Masterlist!

- I am currently working on one but it may take awhile as I am on mobile bc my laptop broke .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

Requests!

🐞- Open requests & 🪲- Closed requests

I am currently open for requests!

Fandoms! (๑>؂•̀๑)

Outer Banks!

Dc!

Marvel!

Avatar!

Anime- I can do jjk, aot, mha, jjba, and others!

Tv shows/games - I can do anything lol I just gotta watch it to know a bit if I don’t already

I am open to writing nsfw content!

However there are things I will not accept for nsfw, either if I am uncomfortable writing it or the character is a minor who as not been established in media as an adult yet.

Tag list!

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Coachella!

a/n - I’ve been on a little hiatus due to writing block BUT I promise I am back guys

c/w - drinking

The first thing Rafe woke up to was a ring light in his face. You were already up at the asscrack of dawn making videos. In the background you see Rafe sitting up, the blanket sliding off his bare chest and his face looking like a disheveled cat.

“Baby? The hell are you doing?” He says groggily.

You huff as you pause the video, making note to edit that out later. “Rafe, I’m making a video; go back to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep when there’s a light powered by the fucking sun apparently, in my face.” He says now, clearly annoyed.

“Don’t get mean to me; you’re supposed to be getting ready for Coachella anyways," you say, throwing a pillow at him as he tries to lie back down.

“For what? That boho concert shit?”

“Coachella Rafe! And yes, because people are expecting to see us there!” You say while now pulling the blankets off of him.

"Damn, woman, first I get us this nice ass Airbnb, and now you’re kicking me out of bed at 6 in the morning. What time does this start anyways?” Rafe scoffs as he finally stands up.

“Oh, I don't know, like nine or something, but the lines get really bad, so we've gotta hurry!” You say as you throw random clothes at him and usher him to the bathroom to change while you continue your video.

Eventually Rafe came back out after fighting to stay awake while changing; aside from the fact that he took a nap on the toilet, he came out relatively fast in an average-looking outfit. Then he saw yours; in his mind it hardly even counted as an outfit.

"Babe, what is that…?" he asks wearily as if he’s trying to convince himself that you’re going to wear something underneath it.

You smile at his question, giving him a little spin. “My outfit! Isn’t it cute? I had it custom made with real crystals imbedded!”

“Honey, your tits are out.”

"No, they’re not silly! I have a shirt on underneath."

“You’re wearing mesh."

"Yeah, but look at the style of the shirt; it’s cute, right?”

“You look like a country mermaid, baby."

“It’s chic, I know."

Rafe pauses for a moment, taken aback. Your ass is out too."

“Liar! I’m wearing a skirt under, okay? Just tell me if it’s cute or not; I’m second-guessing..."

Rafe’s heart drops. Second guessing? What, would you go naked instead?

“No, baby, it’s perfect; you look gorgeous. I just can’t help but see that, uh... I look like a bum next to you."

“Nonsense! You look adorable! Now come on, you’re driving; I still have to do my makeup."

"Right... um, do you need the huge belt...?"

“Duh! Now c'mon, I don’t want to wait in line."

By the time you arrived, the line was starting to get long, but luckily Rafe found a spot to park quickly, and you hurried into the line. As the line slowly moved, Rafe rested his head on your shoulder, hoping to get in a quick nap until he heard a symphony of obnoxiously loud squeals approaching.

“Oh em gee!! Can we like get a picture with you? You’re literally like my whole inspo” was all Rafe heard from girls with the Valley accent pushing him out of the way to get a picture.

"Oh, um, sure! Just be careful a bit? You kinda pushed my boyfri—“ you start, reaching back to get Rafe in the photo as well.

“Oh. Um, yeah, he can get in too.” The girls say hesitantly before making some room for him. Snapping the picture, the girls wander off to the next influencer while Rafe stands there in shock.

“Wow. I told you I looked like a bum. Did you hear them? I bet they’re going to edit me out," he huffs as he wraps his arms around you and rests his head on your shoulder again.

“No way! I think they just didn’t see you! I bet they love you too!” You hummed happily while Rafe stayed silent, knowing that the girls did NOT want him there.

"Right... oh lord, here comes more," Rafe sighs as he attempts to hide behind you.

“Don’t be shy, Rafe! C’mon, we’re almost at the front; let’s get in, and then we can get food or something." Rafe groans as you drag him away, watching various groups of teenage girls and women who had too much filler record the two of you.

Once you got inside, Rafe immediately felt watched; no matter where he followed you, he looked and would see various cameras pointed at you both.

“Babe, this is creepy; we’re being watched," he whispers to you before another girl comes up to get an interview.

“So! I love the two of you together. How does it feel to have you here, Rafe, for the first time?” She asks Rafe, holding what he thought was the tiniest microphone up to his face.

"Um... it’s definitely different than anything I’ve been through, but it’s cool... the food is decent..." He says while holding your hand, at this point having become more comfortable.

"Rafe, don’t be shy! He loves it! He’s especially waiting for The Weeknd to play!” You say as the girl turns the mic to you for your response.

The interviewer now had the biggest smile on her face as she looked the two of you over. “How cute! And I see you two are completely different with your outfits but still kind of matching?”

"Well, Rafe is very safe with his outfits, and I know he would never want to be too exposed around a bunch of people, so I picked it all out!” You say, wide-eyed and smiley.

“Aw! Well, aren’t you just the cutest couple? Well, anyways, there’s a really nice open bar down there, and I heard it’s pretty good... " The lady says ominously before giggling as she ends the video, gives you a quick side hug, and walks off.

Rafe scoffs, “A bar? As in drinking? What the hell kind of shit is this? Aren't there kids here? How the hell are they going to know if it’s some 18-year-old?"

"Because those over 21 have a special wristband like yours! It’s pink!” You say as you hop over to check out the little shack bar.

“Huh. Now that makes sense..." Rafe shrugs it off as he immediately starts browsing his options.

Hours later Rafe went to the shows he wanted to see before finding himself at a bigger bar, one that served food. After devouring a plate of brisket nachos, he sat next to a guy and made conversation. It seemed totally innocent as two guys drinking and bonding after coming with their girls, but oh no; Rafe had found himself in a competition with this random man he met ten minutes ago—and after ten beers they moved on to any drinks: mojitos, martinis, old-fashioneds, vodka sodas, cocktails, the works.

Eventually you wandered into the bar where Rafe had texted you he’d be. You wander around for a bit looking for him, avoiding the crowd at the front bar until you see that specific outgrown buzz. You make your way to the front and see the man who was once so shy a few hours ago doing a keg stand with a random man, both equally drunk.

You had no idea how long he had been drinking, but you were relieved when the other man tapped out. You rush to Rafe as a bunch of grown men behind you cheer for him.

“You saw that baby? I won, I won for us..." he slurs out, clearly fighting back from throwing up.

“Rafe, honey, you didn’t win anything—" you start only for him to place a finger on your lips.

“Sh. Sh. Shh... baby..." He pats his stomach. “I won for our rep... I am the best... drinker in this damn state..." He chuckles a bit before rushing out and throwing up in the bushes.

“Rafe! Oh my goodness, c'mon, let’s go home, baby..." you sigh as you lead him to the truck, driving back slowly so he won't get sick again. When you made it back, he passed out on the couch as you crashed right next to him, exhausted from having to practically carry him inside.

When you finally checked your phone, the first thing you saw were cute little posts about the two of you being there. Then you scrolled and saw edits of Rafe, people lifting him up as he drank upside down, clips of him downing drink after drink. Now, at the time, you thought it was the funniest thing, and people did too, aside from people being worried about the environment to get that drunk.

The next morning Rafe woke up completely out of it with you standing over him giggling. “You ready for day two, Rafey?” You say, poking his cheek.

“Lord no, baby. I’m so sorry I have to stay home. I can’t even remember what—" He cuts himself off with a sigh, his body halfway off the couch and limp.

“I know, I’ll bring you back a turkey leg or something. " You laugh as you step over him and make your way out.

“Love you, baby..." he calls out with all his strength, managing to lift his shoulders up to look at you.

“Love you too, Rafe; take a shower.” You call back before leaving Rafe alone with the sound of the AC blowing.

“I don’t stink…" he huffs, lifting his head to smell himself. He pauses for a second before dropping back down with a sigh. "Yeah, I’ll take that shower."

Juno!

a/n - sorry if this is bad I personally don’t rlly listen to Sabrina carpenter also sorry for not posting for 2weeks guys I couldn’t catch a break

The day that Rafe surprised you with tickets for the concert was special in every way. It was your three-year anniversary, and he had taken you out for dinner, and as the waiter left to go put in your dessert orders, Rafe slid a box across the table to you.

“What’s this, Rafey?” You question, inspecting the box.

“Just open it; it’s a surprise for you, baby." He smiles, holding eye contact the whole time.

You immediately get giddy as you untie the ribbon, loving surprises. You were practically jumping out of your seat as you lifted the box. The second your eyes landed on the tickets, reading the description of the Short and Sweet concert, your eyes widened unimaginably. You let out a loud squeal with the widest smile on your face, forgetting in that moment that you were in public.

Rafe chuckles as you are now literally jumping up and down in your seat. "Are you that happy, baby?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, how’d you know I wanted to go!?” You say while still smiling, not caring about the other tables staring at you.

“Because you told me a few months ago, and I saw she was coming to a stadium about an hour away for her tour.”

“Omg! I just can’t believe it; you are like the best boyfriend ever!” You squeal again, getting up to hug him.

Rafe huffs in disbelief at your reaction, but he remains happy at your reaction nonetheless. "Alright, baby, let’s tone it down a bit, okay? There are a lot of people in here."

"Oh, whoops, sorry," you whisper out, trying to contain your smile.

A few months later and the concert was in two days. Rafe wanted to be prepared, so he packed his things and got a hotel nearby the stadium. The whole stay you were giddy and hardly able to calm down. Now Rafe had ordered takeout from your favorite food place.

“Are you excited, baby?” Rafe asks while feeding you a bite of his food.

“Mhm!” You beam excitedly, swallowing the food. You smile at him. “I can’t wait! Oh gosh, I hope my outfit is cute enough..."

“It’s covered in glitter and lace, baby; you’ll be the prettiest one there, I promise." Rafe chuckles before remembering the pain his hands were in from helping you bedazzle your entire outfit.

“Okay, well, if I get arrested, I want to make sure I look the best on the camera!” You whine as you pull yet another bag of frills from your bag that you were planning to add.

Rafe looks at you bewildered. “Arrested? Baby, are you planning to sneak some shit in or something?

“No Rafe! It’s a part of her concerts; someone gets arrested for being too hot, then she does the song, and then comes the pose, y'know"

“Uh no, I don’t know, baby. The hell is the pose?” Rafe questions, becoming more and more confused by the second.

“Ugh! You didn’t even search up the concert? Gosh, Rafe, it’s during her song Juno, and then she does a pose of a random sex position!” You huff at him because he should’ve known better.

"Are you serious?”

“Obvi!”

“Huh, well, baby, let me tell you this: whatever pose she does for this Juni thing we’re going to be doing that night, that’s what I want for my thank you.” Rafe smirks before going back to eating.

“You’re so nasty! Fine, I guess I won’t be upset with that..." you hum, as you also go back to eating, except you were really just stealing from his plate.

The night of the concert you were still jumping around. After showering and deciding how to do your hair, you put on your little outfit and did your makeup, your top just being a babydoll lingerie top tailored a bit shorter and with a bit of added coverage, which Rafe reluctantly agreed to since he wanted to see you happy, paired with a pretty little skirt and the last-minute adding of fishnets since Rafe claimed you would be ‘cold.’ In reality he just wanted you covered more.

“How do I look?” You smile, giving Rafe a spin.

“So gorgeous, baby," he says while admiring you.

“So are you going to change yet or not? " You say innocently as you look at his outfit, khaki shorts, and a red polo.

Rafe gives a nervous chuckle. “Uh, I’m already ready, baby...?"

“Rafe. You’re joking right?”

"Nope."

“Ew! Rafe, Baby, you can’t wear that."

“Why not?”

“Because it’s gross! Those colors do not go well at all! Wear something like a baby pink or a blue, not bright red!”

"Well, I don’t have those colors right now, baby; I wish you would've told me earlier."

You huff in annoyance as you dig around in your suitcase and find a cuter-colored shirt for him that matches your top. “There! Also, you should’ve told me this was your outfit!”

“Okay, I’m sorry, baby; you’re right, I’ll go change.”

Finally, now that the crisis was resolved, the car ride to the stadium was a lesson for Rafe, a quick overview of the concert and songs. After parking and going through security, you made your way in to get drinks and a little snack.

“C’mon, Rafe, we have to hurry up! "Y'know, people would try and sneak in and steal our seats, and I’m not letting that happen, so pick it up," you say as you attempt to drag him.

"I'm going, baby; just give me a second," he chuckles as he speeds up just for you.

Of course you made it to your seats eventually, and luckily no people were there trying to steal them. After about an hour, the opening artist finished, and the concert began. Rafe stood there staring at you the whole time, watching you happily sing along, and then came the time.

As Sabrina was greeting the crowd and the camera was panning around, you grew more anxious by the second. Then finally it stopped, right on you as you stared off into the distance before realizing it. You squeal with excitement and speak with the biggest smile on your face as she asks your name and where you’re from. Then, of course, she hands the fluffy pink handcuffs down to a guard, where you then get 'arrested,' all while Rafe has a face that screams he is questioning the whole shebang. But as she started the song up, Rafe got curious about the handcuffs.

“So you get to keep them, right?” He says as he stands behind you.

“No Rafe! I only get them for a bit," you say as you wiggle them in his face.

“That’s dumb, but y’know we could go to the bathroom and utilize them," he says with a smirk, placing a kiss on your neck.

“Ew Rafe! Don’t be nasty; look, she’s about to do the pose!” You say to get his attention back on what mattered, watching Sabrina walk down the stage.

“Have you ever tried this one?” She says before sliding down on her knees, her butt reaching the ground and her legs back as she looks over her shoulder in a cowgirl sort of position with the crowd screaming. As she gets back up and continues with the show, you could tell Rafe was getting impatient in waiting to get back to the place. Eventually, though, the concert ended, and you were on the way back.

“You liked it, baby?” Rafe asks, looking over at you as you look through the various things you bought (with his money).

“Mhm! I didn’t expect to get arrested, but it was so fun!” You say while still buzzing with excitement.

A few minutes later, you arrive back and let out a deep sigh, ready to relax. That is until you feel Rafe’s hands snaking around your waist.

"Rafey... what are you doing, hm?” You question him, twisting around the ring on his finger.

“You didn’t forget, did you, baby? You promised that whatever pose she did we’d do..." he mumbles into your neck.

“But I thought you meant later! Not right after the concert!” You huff, just wanting to take a bath and relax.

“I never specified... and plus... I'm already so hard for you, baby..." He says as he picks you up and makes way for the bedroom.

"Hm... fine, but you’re going to be taking me a bath and making dinner.”

"Ma'am, yes ma’am.” He places a quick kiss on your cheek before dropping you on the bed and immediately getting to taking his pants off.

"Jeez... men are so impatient; at least undress your lady first," you scoff dramatically, milking the most you could out of the situation.

Rafe chuckles as he jumps on you, undressing you bit by bit until finally he is between your legs, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on your thighs and licking up your aching clit, his long fingers plunging in and out of you—making you squirm and writhe up against his face.

“That’s it, baby, c'mon... just like that, you’re doing so good..." he says against your cunt.

“Please, Rafe... so close..." you whine out, pushing his head down against you as the pressure builds up.

“That’s it, baby, come for me; let me make you feel good," he says as he slightly speeds up the pace of his fingers, leading to him feeling your body tense and the hot flush of your release against his face and hand.

“Such a good girl," he chuckles as he licks up what remains on his hand before flipping you over and sitting you on his lower stomach.

"You're not going to let me blow you...?" You say with a pout, which may or may not have been fake.

“No baby, let tonight be all about you; you’re my main focus right now," he says softly, which made him seem sweet. “You alright, baby?” He raises an eyebrow at you as you nod—he gently holds onto your hips and lifts you up, lining himself up with your hole before lowering you down; a deep groan escapes him as he bottoms out inside.

“You’re so big, Rafe…" you whine as you try to get comfortable but struggle as his thick cock seemingly doesn’t stop stretching you out.

“I know, baby, let me help you…" he says as he starts to lift you up and drop you back down, agonizingly slow, teasing you as his cock drags along the walls of your cunt.

“You’re so mean…" you huff as you take back control, moving quicker at your own pace, ignoring the growing burn in your thighs as you bounce up and down even as he holds you.

Rafe chuckles. “I know, baby. Aren't I just the worst?" he says as he leans down and takes one of your tits into his mouth, lapping at your nipple as his hand toys with the fat around it and his other hand messes with the other.

“You’re so annoying... fuck ‘m so close..." you moan out; no matter how annoying Rafe is, you can't hold back the pleasure he is bringing you.

“Then let it out, baby…" he hums against your nipple, thrusting his cock back up inside of you as he reaches his climax.

“Fuck! Yes, Rafe…" you moan loudly as you come down from your high, a milky ring forming at the base of his cock from your combined release.

"Damn, baby, you’re so perfect…" he huffs out as thick milky ropes shoot inside of you, oozing out slowly as he pulls out, laying you gently beside him on his chest.

“You’re still an asshole, y'know," you say even as you scoot closer to him for warmth.

“I didn’t do anything to you…" he chuckles as he pulls you closer by your waist, one of his hands sliding across your ass and finding its way to your untouched hole.

“Now that’s all that’s left…" he starts, only to get his hand and face pushed away.

“Absolutely not," you say simply, covering up your butt with his shirt that was thrown nearby.

“But you never let me, babe..."

“Because I don’t want to! Now, go run my bath."

Rafe sighs but gets up anyway, a dramatic frown on his face. “Yes, ma'am..."

taglist! - @clairesmybaby, @scream6grl, @sexychickenmagnet

Mother’s Day!

a/n - a little Mother’s Day special! also guys I swear I’m working on all the other requests I shouldn’t be as busy this week so I’ll be on it.

The moment you woke up, something felt off. Not in a bad way but more… eerie. It was quiet, maybe too quiet this early in the morning, on a Sunday no less. However you brush it off, get up and do your morning routine. After you dry your face off after washing it, you go downstairs to investigate why it was so quiet, only to see a towel under your door drowning out the sound from outside.

The moment you opened the door, you could hear chaos. Feet pattering and not-so-quiet whispering were heard all through the house. You stifle a laugh as you walk down the stairs and see uncooked macaroni, glitter, and flour everywhere. You made it halfway down before being stopped by your youngest two.

“No, Mama! Go back up!” Julia huffs, turning you around and dragging you back up by your arm.

"Shh... Mama, go back sleep, okay? No come down," Elliot whispers to you as he pushes you up from behind.

“I can’t go downstairs?” You say while amused as you let them take you back up.

“No! No, Mama, no go down; is a secret…" they yell out, finally putting you back in bed.

“Now Mama, stay here; almost ready, ‘kay?" Julia says with a hmph before going back down.

Finally, after waiting for another half hour in bed, your door bursts open. Your kids stand there, surrounding Rafe, who is holding a tray of breakfast, everyone covered in glitter and what you assume is tape and glue.

“Surprise!” Your kids yell as they rush in, climbing into your bed as Rafe sets the tray down on the bedside table.

“Happy Mother’s Day, baby..." he says with a kiss on your lips, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

"Aww, thank you guys; this is so sweet," you say as you look at the tray: scrambled eggs, a few slices of toast, half burnt and half undercooked, pancakes a little wonky looking, a cup of syrup, a glass of your favorite drink, and some jelly in the shape of a smiley face over the top pancake.

“The uh the kids wanted to make it for you," Rafe says with a chuckle.

“I can see that…" you hum, giggling at the sight of the wonky food.

“You like it, Mommy? I made the pancakes; it’s yummy. I put blueberries in some!” Amelie beams, proud of herself and her work.

“I love it, baby; it’s so cute," you say as you try it, the taste of pure sugar hitting your tongue.

“Wow, baby, it’s, uhm, very sweet," you cough, caught off guard by the immense amount of sugar.

“Yea! I tried the batter, but it wasn’t sweet, so we put in three cups of sugar!” Aidan stands proudly next to Amelie, the two of them smiling widely even with their missing teeth.

“It’s yummy, baby, thank you." You smile, pushing through to eat the food even though it was hard just to not let your kids think it was bad.

“C’mon, we got something else for you too," Rafe says as you finish eating, helping you out of bed.

“No, Mama! Wait! You have to go blindfolded!” Amelie says as she ties a ribbon over your eyes.

“Oh my… don’t let me fall," you say nervously as you let them guide you down the stairs. They sit you down on the couch and remove your blindfold.

"Kay, my present first!” Julia says as she holds up a macaroni craft, a picture of you and her holding hands made of glitter, and a macaroni frame featuring a few glitter hearts around it.

"Oh, it’s so beautiful, baby," you say as you take the picture, setting it to the side as you take her onto your lap.

“Me next!” Elliot smiles, another macaroni craft, except this one is a vase decorated with glitter-covered macaroni and dinosaur stickers along with your favorite flowers inside.

“Thank you, baby, this is now my favorite vase." You smile as you take him onto your lap as well, sitting him on your other leg.

Amelie and Aiden go next, pushing each other out of the way to go before the other. “Look, Mommy, I got you flowers and your favorite chocolate!” Amelie smirks, obviously wanting her gift to be better than her brother’s.

"Well, you got that with Daddy's card! I bought Mommy a whole case of her favorite drink AND her favorite chips with my own money.” Aiden huffs back at his sister, loudly handing you his gifts before going to sit beside you. Amelie scoffs, clearly unamused as she sits on the other side of you.

“Huh. Well, I saw you looking at new perfumes so..." Eloise says nervously as she hands you a bag full of new scents; though she’s big into cosmetics, she’s always nervous about buying gifts.

“I love it baby, I already see some I’ve been wanting” you assure her, accepting her hug before she crams into the back of you on the top couch cushions.

“Obviously saving the best for last, I got you a new hair set; it comes with a hair dryer, a blowout brush, a flat iron, and a curling iron," Rosemary says, setting the box down gently.

“Oh wow, thank you, I can finally get rid of my crappy flat iron that’s burnt out," you sigh, relieved that you didn’t have to take the chance of frying your hair with the 15-year-old iron.

Rafe chuckles, kissing your head. "They all used my money, by the way."

You laugh, imagining each kid dragging Rafe around to pay for their gift. “Hm, well then, what’d you get me?”

“Something for you to wear… maybe even tonight you could wear it..." He mumbles to you as he pulls out a baby pink babydoll lingerie set.

“Rafe!” You huff in surprise as you push his hands down and out of sight from your kids. Rafe laughs as he places the set back in the gift bag.

“Alright, alright, calm down. I’m sorry," he chuckles before pulling out a different box, a small rectangular black leather box.

He places it gently in your hands. “Open it, baby."

You raise an eyebrow suspiciously before opening it and seeing printed reservations for a hotel in the Bahamas. “What’s this?” You ask confusedly, checking the paper for any jokes.

“Surprise! I uh, I wanted us to have some alone time before you have the baby, just you and me, at a resort.” He says with the most wide-eyed expression on his face.

“Aww Rafe… that’s so sweet. Y'know, this is what I needed, but where will the kids go?”

“Well, can they go with Topper or Kelce?”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’m sure Sarah would like to watch them for us."

"Hm... okay."

“Perfect! Well, start planning what you’re going to pick because we’re going in like three weeks."

“What!?”

“Yep!”

“No! That’s not fair! Why can’t we go with you!?” A series of complaints for your kids, all with pouts and whines. Rafe ignores them as he puts them to clean up the mess they made of the house this morning.

“Thank you, Rafe, I needed this..." you say as you let in his arms.

“Anything for you baby, I need my girls to be pleased” he hums as he rubs your stomach, feeling the baby kick at his hand.

“You still think it’s a girl?”

“Of course, you only ever liked papaya when you were pregnant with our girls.”

“Well, yeah, but you never know."

Rafe shrugs as he pats your stomach gently. “Alright then, well, I also planned a dinner, so I think you should start getting ready.

“It’s only twelve, Rafe.”

"Huh, I thought it was later."

"Well, while you’re up, go get me a blanket and some snacks; I want to watch my show."

“Yes, ma'am," he says as he makes it his personal mission to give you everything you ask for today. Not that he doesn’t do it all times every day, but today he’s just doing it quicker.

Sneaky!

a/n - I’m sorry for not posting for almost 2 weeks I’ve been so busy lately but here it is😓

It was barely reaching 11:30 at night when Rafe woke up to the very recognizable sound of the Lexus 350 turning on in the driveway. He sits up with his arms still around you, trying to figure out if he was imagining things or if it was real. Then he heard the faint whispers between his oldest girls, and he knew right then that something was up.

Finally, he gets out of bed and peeks out his window to see, and sure enough, he sees Rosemary in the Lexus backing up and leaving. He just sighs as he lies back in bed with you, shaking you gently to wake you up.

"Baby... baby, wake up," he says while clearly exhausted himself. You turn over to him while still half asleep.

“What, Rafe... it’s too late..." you grumble, reaching out to grab him only to end up slapping him accidentally.

Rafe lets out a sigh, not one of anger but more of annoyance, as if he were just tired of everything. “Your daughter snuck out.”

You practically give yourself whiplash with how fast you shoot up from bed. “What!? Did you say anything to her? Wait, which one...?"

“Rosemary. She also took your Lexus."

“And you didn’t think to stop her!?”

“Baby, calm down; if I were to stop her, then she wouldn’t get a punishment because she technically didn’t do anything.”

“Rafe. Your daughter took my Lexus, my sweet pretty Lexus.”

“And I’ll get her when she gets back; just don’t freak out and call her and let her know we know."

“Fine. But I swear if my car has a scratch on it.”

“If it does, then I’ll fix it, baby; just calm down. I know you’re sleepy still, so you can sleep.” Rafe tells you with a kiss to your head. You huff as you lay back down in bed, falling asleep almost immediately as Rafe got to planning.

By the time Rosemary returned, it was already 4 AM, and Rafe was pissed. He was upset earlier, but the fact she was out for so long and so late and he lost sleep over it? He was livid.

As Rosemary climbed back through her window, she thought she was in the clear, sitting down on the edge of her bed with a sigh.

“So, want to tell me what you were doing out?” Rafe says in the opposite corner of her room, spinning around in an office chair, dramatically clicking on a lamp.

“Dad! What’re you doing up?” She says as she throws herself on the bed in an attempt to act asleep.

“I heard your mother’s car turn on.”

“Ugh. I knew I should’ve taken the other car..." she huffs, now sitting up in bed.

Rafe scoffs in disbelief, standing up from the chair. “Excuse me? You should’ve never snuck out in the first place!”

“It’s because you never let me go out!” Rosemary argues back, standing up in front of him.

“I let you out all the goddamn time! Now tell me what you were doing until four in the morning.” Rafe raises an eyebrow as he crosses his arms like a 40-year-old woman.

“Nothing! I was just with my friends." Rosemary quiets her voice, a factor she subconsciously does when she’s lying.

“Just your friends?” Rafe is now tapping his foot.

"Yeah... and a few guys..." she says, practically mumbling now.

“You’re grounded.”

“What!? No! That’s not fair!”

“Sneaking out to see boys? I think that’s a pretty fucking valid reason!” Rafe huffs with his hands on his hips.

“It wasn’t like that!”

Rafe shakes his head at the audacity of his child, holding out his hand. “I don’t care! Give me your phone.”

“Ugh! You’re literally the worst!”

“And that iPad.”

“I hate you! Go away!” Rosemary says as she pushes Rafe out of her room.

"Yeah, okay, take your ass to bed.” He sighs as he walks back to the bedroom with her stuff, where you now sat up in bed, awake from the yelling.

“I take it didn’t go so well?” You ask as you point at her electronics in Rafe’s hand.

“She’s been sneaking around with boys.” Rafe says while clearly pissed at the mere thought of any guys around his baby.

"Well, she’s 17, Rafe. What do you expect when you won’t let her get a boyfriend?”

“Not for her to go behind my back!” He whines, putting the things in a drawer and getting back into bed with you.

“I did the same thing when I was her age, you remember me having to sneak you into my window all the time?”

“That’s different! Your dad was fucking crazy..."

“It’s the same thing, Rafe; my dad didn’t want me having a boyfriend, and I was still messing around with you."

Rafe looks up at you with his most pouty face and as wide and sad as he could make his eyes go. "But she’s still a baby..."

“Again, she’s seventeen."

He sighs, laying his head on your lap. “You’re right… I guess I just feel how your dad felt..."

“I know Rafe; just give her some space, and I’m sure she’ll come around."

“She said she hates me. I acted like I didn’t care, but I don’t want to damage our relationship."

You sigh as you run your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp. “I promise you she doesn’t hate you, you big baby. Just talk to her tomorrow, or well, later today I guess, and figure it out.”

“You’ll be there with me, right?”

"Yes, Rafe, I’ll be there.”

After getting some rest Rafe got up at 12 the same day to talk to his daughter. Granted, the lunch table was a bit awkward, but they got through it. And eventually, Rafe gathered the courage to speak.

“So, um, about last night," he starts off, messing around with his bread roll.

“Just don’t. I get it; I’m grounded or whatever.” Rosemary replies without hesitation as she rolls her eyes.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you. I talked with your mother about this last night and..." Rafe replies with a guilty look on his face.

Rosemary scoffs as she stands up from the table abruptly while clearly pissed. “Great! So let me guess, you’re going to search everything I have now? Am I grounded until I move out?” Rosemary scoffs as she stands up from the table abruptly while clearly pissed.

“Mary, baby, let your dad speak; he was whining about this all last night because you apparently hate him," you say as you guide her back into sitting down.

“Right, um... so we talked, and I realized I was in the wrong..." he mumbles, squeezing his roll out of nervousness. “And before you start, I also want to say… I guess I allow you to have a boyfriend… publicly because I assume you’ve had one already."

“How did you-?” Rosemary starts, confused because she did in fact currently have a secret boyfriend.

“Because I used to sneak around with your mother when we were your age, and trust me, her dad was worse than I am.”

“I knew it!” Rosemary lights up with sparkles in her eyes.

Rafe raises an amused eyebrow. “Knew what exactly?”

“That you used to sneak with Mom! I found old pictures of you two in the attic, and I asked Grandpa about it, and he said that Mom wasn’t allowed to date back then!”

“Huh. Well, let me tell you this now, don’t go back up there, or else you’ll see some other types of pictures you don’t want to see.”

“Ew! Dad! Stop it, you’re so gross!”

Rafe smirks “yeah okay. So when do I get to meet this boyfriend of yours?”

“Whenever you stop saying weird things.”

“Deal.” He shrugs before going to grab Rosemary’s things and giving them back.

"Wait, so can I have a boyfriend too?!” Amelie asks excitedly.

“Hell no. Not a chance.” Rafe huffs in disbelief at the idea of Amelie wanting a relationship. Meanwhile, Amelie lets out a small ‘aw’ before going back to eating.

roses div by @/strangergraphics

Easter Day!

a/n - I prob should’ve worked on this on Easter but

Easter morning was chaotic from the start; it was hardly 5:30, and your children were already screaming about the Easter bunny and having to find their baskets. Of course Rafe wasn’t up for it that early in the morning and sent them back to bed or down to watch TV.

Eventually he got up with a dramatic groan, putting on some pants. He hobbled down the stairs to find you making breakfast. He hums as he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing soft kisses on your neck.

Until your kids came running in.

“Daddy! You’re awake!” Julia screams, running in as she holds hands with her twin.

“C’mon! We have to find our bunny basket!” Elliot says, the two of them jumping around the kitchen island.

Rafe sighs, turning to his children. “Not right now, wait till breakfast is over."

Then come the middle children.

“But Daddy! We’ve waited all morning for you to wake up!” Amelie whines, clinging onto her father’s pants.

“Yeah, Dad! You take so long to get up!” Aiden groans, clinging onto Rafe’s other pant leg.

"Kids, leave your father alone; he’s right. Wait until you eat breakfast.” You say, pointing your spatula at the children.

“Besides, your aunt and uncles are coming over, and they’ll help you find your baskets.”

“Don’t tell me Uncle Top and Kelce are seriously coming for Easter again," Rosemary groans as she steals a piece of sausage.

“Yeah, last time they came, they had the kids crying for eggs." Eloise rolls her eyes, the both of them not too fond of Rafe’s friends at the moment.

“I told them to behave; this year it’ll be fine," Rafe says as he sets the table.

“Exactly, we’ll be calm this year." Topper chuckles as he walks in carrying a 24-pack of beer.

“Don’t trust them; they almost crashed into someone on the side of the street two minutes ago," Sarah sighs as she walks in to greet everyone, the youngest two instantly running to her.

"She's, uh, she’s lying; don’t believe her," Kelce says, following behind them.

You sigh, knowing that Sarah was in fact likely telling the truth. “Whatever, everyone sit down, it’s time to eat," you say as you pull out the biscuits from the oven.

Breakfast was perfect; aside from the guys arguing over the last of everything, nothing was burnt and everything tasted amazing. And of course the children were excited to find their baskets.

“Alright, kids, listen up! Whoever finds their basket first gets fifty bucks from your father’s wallet!” Topper says before letting the kids run around the house to find their basket.

"Wait, what? Did you take my wallet?” Rafe says while patting his pockets.

"Um, just momentarily, I put it back on the kitchen table.

“You’re that broke you had to steal $50 from another man’s wallet, Topper?” Topper just shrugs.

"Okay, well maybe let’s not steal any more money." You sigh, somehow still keeping calm around the screaming children and the other children disguised as grown men.

“Mama! I found it! I found my basket!” Amelie says as she runs into the living room with her overflowing basket.

“Good job, kid," Kelce says as he slides her the 50 dollar bill and tells her to go put it away before Rafe takes it back.

Eventually all the kids found their baskets, and it was now time to find eggs, so there you were, with all the kids lined up, waiting for the signal to go. Then they were set free at the sound of your voice saying ‘Go!' It was immediately chaotic, Aiden practically throwing himself into the koi pond to get an egg from the fountain, and Rosemary putting her rock-climbing skills to use to get up the side of the house to get an egg out of the gutter.

After 20 minutes and only half the eggs found and still no golden egg, the kids started becoming creative. Julia and Elliot started guilting their aunt into helping her get eggs, Amelie racing around on her little electric car to get to the eggs before her siblings could, and Eloise just going through everything that could pull out or move.

“Little do they know I shoved the golden egg up their own father’s ass.” Rafe says, shaking his head, causing you to whip yours toward him.

“Excuse me?” You say genuinely confused.

“I’m kidding, baby."

“Yeah, okay..."

But after over half an hour of searching, no one could find the egg. All of them are now tired and opening the eggs they collected.

“Alright guys, I’ll tell you the truth, I camouflaged the egg!” Topper yells out while holding a beer, likely drunk.

“What? That’s no fair!” Your kids immediately start yelling, arguing with the man.

“Calm down! I’ll give you a hint, it’s in someplace green."

The kids waste no time in running to every bush and tree to find it, swaying the grass around with their feet to search.

Topper chuckles, "They'll never find it.”

“What, you put it up your ass or something?” Rafe huffs, holding you on his lap.

“Nah, it’s in my pocket.” Topper replies he was wearing a green hoodie; he said it was in something green.

"Jeez, Top, give my kids a break." You shake your head, feeling sympathy for your kids who’ve been running around all day.

“Y’know what if they attack you, Topper, you’re on your own.” Sarah rolls her eyes at him.

After another hour the kids finally give up; they’ve been through every shrub, tree, bush, and blade of grass, and now it was time for dinner. Everyone sat around the fire pit eating peacefully until Eloise noticed something.

“Hey, Uncle Top…? Why is your hoodie bulging?” She questions, leaning forward to get a closer look.

“Yeah, it’s oval, like an..." Rosemary starts only to be cut off by Aiden.

“He has the egg!”

“Get him!” The kids yell before chasing down a drunk Topper who is hobbling around the grass, but of course the kids tackle him, his hot dog going flying and landing on their heads, but the kids could care less as they ravage their own uncle for an egg.

You, Rafe, Sarah, and Kelce sit there laughing at him being manhandled by a bunch of children.

“So, you’re still pregnant? "Gosh, it feels like it’s been years and the little one still isn’t out," Sarah says as Rafe rubs your belly.

You sigh, clearly exhausted by the pregnancy. “I’m seven months along, but it’s felt like forever."

“Is it another set of twins?” Kelce asks while destroying another burger.

“Luckily not, only one this time," Rafe exhales, thankful for only one child this time.

“And it’s the last; no more babies for me," you huff. Seven kids would be more than enough.

“Guys! Help me! These kids are fucking insane!” Topper yells in the distance only to be ignored; he could handle himself.

“Aw c'mon, baby, we can have another after this," Rafe says, kissing your cheek.

“I’m serious, Rafe; you’re getting snipped first thing after this baby is born."

“Then you‘ll be taking care of two babies." Kelce laughs as he downs his beer.

“I got it! "I got the egg, Mama!" Elliot says as he runs towards you, having broken away from the pile secretly with the egg.

“Good job, baby! Bring it to Mama; c'mon, don’t let them take it!” You say cheering on your youngest son, as the other kids’ heads whip up, abandoning their abuse on Topper, they chase after Elliot.

Luckily he makes it to you on time, and he was declared the winner, and now he has $300 dollars to his name. Now what would a six-year-old do with three hundred dollars? Who knows.

“That’s not fair! I had it first!” Julia whines as all the other kids join in on the complaining.

“Juli baby, your brother got it fair and square," Sarah says as she takes the girl into her arms, secretly slipping her a $50 bill.

Rosemary groans, “He’s only six! I could’ve used that for gas!”

“Get a job then!” Rafe huffs. He’s been trying to get his oldest girls to work and not be on daddy’s money. But at his statement, they stop complaining.

“I want to go on a roller coaster with Auntie!” Elliot beams, handing you his money to buy tickets, his smile big and wide with a missing tooth. Of course you know he’d want to do other things with his money, so that night you and Rafe started planning a trip to an amusement park where, unfortunately, two certain men think they’re automatically invited as well.

a/n - just a little 4/20 special!

cw. - weed, edibles, smoking

It was two in the afternoon, and Rafe had just finished making some brownies. And of course, you just couldn’t resist—so what if he told you not to touch them? You just thought he was being greedy. So you decided to eat four of the big-ass brownies he made, and they were delicious; you couldn’t just have one!

All was well until Rafe left for the store, leaving you all alone in the house, unknowing that you ate any of the brownies. You felt fine for a bit before everything became weird; you kept laughing at your hand, everything was dizzy, and you were unbearably hungry, so of course, you had two more brownies. You couldn’t not give Rafe credit; they were amazing, and you just wanted to show appreciation so you decided to text him.

‘Rafeyy! Guesd whay?’

‘Baby? Why’re you typing like that? 'Are you sleepy or smth?’

‘No, Rafe... I eat brownir was yum’

Rafe stops messaging for a minute.

‘You ate a brownie? I thought I told you not to eat it’

'Yea but it smell good. I hab 5.'

‘FIVE!? Babe, you’re fucking lying.’

'Nope! 5! Yum!'

‘I’m coming home; you’re high outta your mind.'

‘Hi Rafey lol. I though I say hi already.'

"No, babe. You’re high.’

‘I feel funny like a worm.'

"I bet you do; it’s about to get weirder from there, baby."

"Can I have another browniw?"

‘NO. No more brownies for you.'

‘😢’

‘No more. I’m almost home; just stay put.'

Rafe groans in disbelief; he couldn’t fucking believe it. He told you not to eat it, but he leaves, and you eat five! 200 mg per brownie; he knew you were tweaking out of your fucking mind. He shakes his head as he speeds down the street. Pulling into TannyHill, he steps out of his truck only to be standing there in disbelief. You were on the roof with the plate of brownies.

“Babe? The hell are you doing up there!?”

“I want more brownie!”

“No more! I’m going to get your ass; you’re going to die!”

“No! Go away!”

Rafe mutters to himself as he rushes into the house, making his way up to the roof. “Damn girl, can’t listen for shit.”

Two minutes later he gets to you, having to pry the plate out of your hands and carry you back down. Once he reaches the kitchen, he bags the remaining brownies and takes you to the couch.

“Stay there," he hugs as he plops you down.

"No… I’m hungry."

“I bet you are."

“More brownies?”

"No, babe, they were weed brownies; this is why I didn’t want you eating them.”

“Oh. You drugged me!?”

“I told your ass not to eat it!”

“Don’t yell at me!”

Rafe sighs in annoyance. “Christ, woman, you’re so indecisive. Do you want me or not?”

“Yes, come lay here." Rafe rolls his eyes at your response before lying down next to you. The warmth of his body making you tired, you could’ve sworn you felt your face melting, but whatever. Laying there together felt intimate, watching Instagram reels on Rafe’s phone together.

That is until you got hungry again, and of course there was a delicacy in front of you—Rafe’s arm. What else was there to do other than take a nibble? Rafe froze as he felt your mouth against his arm, biting him.

“Babe. What the hell are you doing?"

"Yummy…"

“I’m not edible! You’re just slobbering on me!”

“Yum”

“Jesus Christ, fine," Rafe huffs as he finally gives up and lets you eat at his arm. He knew he should’ve just taken the whole tray with him to the store instead of leaving it in the house with you. But he couldn’t lie; seeing you like this was interesting, to say the least.

Eventually Rafe decided since you were already fr gone he was allowed to get high as well. So there he is rolling blunt after blunt, smoking them with you in his arms while you lazily continue munching on his arm. But of course you got curious and Rafe couldn’t stand not giving in to your wonders so he let you take a few hits here and there.

a/n - just testing the waters, how do we feel about bunny!hybrid reader?..

cw. - Bunny!hybrid reader, mean!Rafe, angst(?) w comfort

It was a normal Saturday afternoon, Rafe finally free from work for once in what felt like forever. Especially for a certain energetic bunny. Usually when you have zoomies or when Rafe thinks you got into his coke or whatever, he handles it well, putting something on the TV or throwing things for you to chase.

Until this one day, now Rafe works very hard and is understandably clearly stressed most of the time, but y'know, it’s not like you can control the energy.

Rafe sighs as he practically pulls the fridge door off its hinges just to grab a beer, having almost been tripped by you countless times, and is clearly annoyed. But there you were nonetheless, bouncing around the kitchen endlessly. Rafe just didn’t understand why you had to be around him while doing this shit, rolling his eyes as he sat down on the couch with his sandwich and beer.

Surprise, you followed him to the couch, bouncing from cushion to cushion, doing whatever the fuck you were doing on the floor, maybe rolling around? It looked to Rafe like you were having an aneurysm or a seizure. But for fuck's sake, couldn’t you do this shit in another room? All Rafe wanted was his peaceful afternoon on the couch watching his show, but no, of course he couldn’t have that. Not that he’d ever tell you off...it's not like you can help it…even as you crawled all over and around him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, go do that shit somewhere else! I don’t get why you want to be around me! I can’t get a moment of fucking peace with you!” He yells, setting his sandwich to the side as he practically throws you off of him. “I’m done; go do your shit in the playroom or something, or go outside for fuck's sake! All I want is to sit and eat as I watch something, but I can’t even fucking do that because you’re attention-seeking! Get your act together or I swear to fucking god you’re sleeping outside with those goddamn wolves because I’m sick of your shit!” He screams at you, not giving you a chance to speak as he stands and throws the remote in your direction, barely missing you as the batteries fall out.

Rafe exhales with a “fuck” as he sits back down in exhaustion, paying no mind to you as you scamper off. He sighs as he picks up the remote and batteries, mindlessly playing his show again, finally enjoying the silence.

Meanwhile, there you were, shaking as you hid behind the bed. Rafe had never yelled at you like that before...he'd never put his hands on you like that; he threw the remote at you! You sat there, wondering what you did and why he was so angry at you. You couldn’t help it; you just became excited with him, but he clearly isn’t happy with you.

Thinking back to his words, all you could do was cry. Would he really leave you outside with all those bad things? No…not your Rafe, he wouldn't...would he? You thought he’d never put his hands on you, yet he pushed you to the floor. You thought he’d never yell at you for something you could barely control, yet he screamed at you, threatened you, and threw harmful objects at you. You’re just a bunny; poor thing couldn’t handle that.

That’s when your brain started to turn. Rafe hasn’t even apologized, let alone acknowledged what he did; maybe he did mean he wanted to leave you outside. You started to question everything. Did Rafe even love you? Of course he’s said it before, but how can you trust him now?

You wipe your tears as you stand up, looking at your stuff around the room, barely anything of yours visible. You thought Rafe was just being organized, but he even hated when you came downstairs when his friends were over. Was he ashamed of you? His poor bunny who thought he loved them? You huff as you grab your blanket and fluffiest pillows, dragging them downstairs as Rafe remains oblivious. If he never wanted you, then why stay? Of course you’re not being dramatic.

Eventually, you finish your back porch bed; fixed under the string lights lay a twin mattress, a blanket, three pillows, and a bunch of snacks, a perfect home indeed.

“Stupid Rafe… there are no wolves out here… he’s a stupid boy..." you huff to yourself as you get to fixing up your 'bed,' wanting it to be ready for when it’s time to sleep, which is still hours away, but who cares? You had the entire backyard to yourself; you could even see the beach!

Of course, the day had to come to an end, now ten o’clock, later than your bedtime, but he got caught up with his show, so what? He continued his night routine without care, unaware his poor bunny was out in the cool night air on the porch, by the time he got into bed it was nearing 11:00. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, shaved, changed into pajamas, locked the doors and windows, and finally checked his phone. Getting into bed, ready to fall asleep, until he rolled over and realized you weren’t in bed; actually, you weren’t in the room at all. Your pillows are gone. Your favorite blanket? Gone. Your stupid pug slippers? GONE.

Rafe started to question himself. Did he really kick them out? No…it was just a suggestion…right? Meanwhile, your sleep in your new room was going great, the lights casting a perfect glow. That was until you heard it. Rustling nearby, faint growling sounds. No, there weren’t wolves; they aren’t there. You tried to reassure yourself only to look over the bushes and see a few pairs of glowing eyes, staring right at you.

You panic, trying desperately to make yourself believe it’s not real as they get closer. To no avail, you freak out. Quickly getting up and trying to open the door. It’s not budging. Rafe locked the doors before he went up. You huff as you begin to panic, your pupils dilated as you bang on the door, crying out to Rafe in pure fear as the wolves now exit the bushes, creeping up on you.

In the room Rafe’s heart drops to his ass. Hearing your muffled panicked cries from outside. He practically throws himself downstairs to get to you, unlocking the doors and pulling you inside, scaring off the wolves with a loud yell. Turning back inside to see you curled up on yourself, legs shaking as you breathe heavily, tears streaming.

Rafe takes you into his arms, trying to calm you down. “Hey, you’re okay, they’re gone, I’m here, you’re safe..." He shushes as he rubs your back gently.

"No... you don’t love me; you want me outside… they’re going to eat me, and you don’t want me anymore..." you sob as you try to get away, but to no avail as Rafe keeps his hold on you.

“Stop it, that’s not true. I didn’t mean it, okay? I love you. I don’t know what got into me; I didn’t mean to push you. I don’t want the wolves to get you; I want you with me, safe. Look at me." He lifts your head. “I love you. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention to you. I’m sorry for not noticing you were gone. Just please, forgive me, baby; I didn’t mean it..." Rafe sighs as he brings you to the bed, allowing space between you.

Eventually you calmed down; it was morning by then as you sought Rafe, finding him lying outside the room door, seemingly restless with dark circles under his eyes. You sit next to him, allowing him to pull you closer. “I’m so sorry, bunny... don’t ever let me do any shit like that to you again, do you hear me? I’m an asshole, I know, but I don’t want you to feel unsafe with me. Rafe mumbles as he fights off the sleep.

“You saved me… I know you love me, but I’m still scared… you never did that before," you say gently as you pull him to your chest. “I trust you, though... just go to sleep, and we can talk later."

Rafe nods as he falls asleep on your chest, but not before handing you his wallet, clearly offering his first apology gift.

Newly Weds!

cw. - sex, piv, slight(?) anal, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex

Rafe was extremely nervous the entire month before he even proposed. You probably could’ve figured out he was planning to propose because he kept the ring box right next to his pack of condoms in his bedside drawer. Now, in theory, you definitely knew deep down, but seeing Rafe get all nervous when you went into the bedroom alone was cute, him always trailing behind you like a puppy.

A week before proposing, Rafe was seemingly calmed down, but in reality he was freaking out. Constantly checking his phone and grabbing at his pockets. But of course he gathered up distractions to make sure him proposing wouldn’t be on your mind. Ranging from shopping trips to spa days, Rafe was getting more nervous by the day.

The day of the proposal, he took you out on a picnic date that he promised earlier in the week. The sun was high and bright in the spot he took you to by the beach. Rafe even prepared some food himself for the date, and right as you pulled out the little treats he got from the bakery, he got down on one knee behind you.

Not that you could see them, but Rafe had hired various professional photographers to capture every moment. And as you turned around, Rafe began his speech with his hands shaking and his voice trembling.

“Baby, for as long as I’ve known you, I’ve loved everything about you. I love the way you smile, the way you search for a new outfit every morning, and the way you decide how you want to wear your hair; you just stand out to me. And I knew from the day I first saw you on that boat that I was in love. I love how you do your makeup, even though you don’t need it. I love seeing your routine and the attention to detail you put into it. And I knew from the day you reeled in that 8-pound bass, seeing you so excited to enjoy things I love, and not only that but seeing you get to love them too, I knew I wanted to marry you. And so I ask, Baby, will you marry me and spend the rest of our lives together?” He manages to get out; even through various breaks he had to take from his voice giving out and almost forgetting parts, he finished.

The second he finished speaking, you immediately jumped on him, hugging him tightly as he stood.

“Is that a yes, baby?” He chuckles, getting the ring straight, and he gets back down on his knees.

“Yes! Of course, yes!” You squeal, practically jumping up and down as he slides the ring onto your finger.

A few hours later you were eating out with all the people who helped in the process. And although Topper and Kelce were mocking Rafe for his voice, you and Sarah were gushing about how perfect the ring was.

Roughly four months later you went dress shopping with Sarah, Kie, and a few others. Which the day definitely could’ve gone better without the constant nagging from parents. You finally found your dream dress after hours of excruciating hell in the bridal shops not having air conditioning with their stores being at least 90°.

After a year of planning and scheduling and hiring, the wedding day came. You decided on having a smaller, intimate wedding. No more than 60 people attended with only three bridesmaids and three groomsmen. Rafe argued that it should’ve just been the people you’ve called in the last thirty days, but of course that wouldn’t’ve worked out.

Topper insisted that you skip the first look to make it more 'romantic,' but in reality he most likely just wanted to see if Rafe would cry seeing you walk. And Rafe indeed did cry; not just a few tears, he was a few sniffles away from bawling. You walked down the aisle alone as the music played, and Rafe swears to this day he saw dramatic lights and doves flying out from behind you, but who knows?

The vows were long and intimate; not a single dry eye from anyone in the crowd. Aside from Topper and Kelce, one was holding his eyes wide open and the other keeping them shut, all just to not cry. Rafe, on the other hand, was still crying, though a bit toned down now that his eyes were drying out from the amount of tears he cried.

The reception was even better; now, granted more than the initial 60 were allowed in, there was security to keep unwanted people out. Aside from a few casualties, everything went perfectly; people were happy and drunk just as planned. Luckily there was transportation provided by the handy designated driver, who took everyone too drunk to drive home.

The next morning is when you and Rafe left on your honeymoon, having packed a few nights before—everything was ready. And maybe having a hangover wasn’t the best way to start your honeymoon, but it was a month long, so what if the first technical day is shitty?

Eventually, though, the plane landed in Bora Bora. The first thing you did was check into the rented house and unpack the essentials, and after a much-needed long nap, you went down for dinner. Now, of course, since you couldn’t keep the tradition of sleeping with your new husband on your wedding night because, well, you were barely conscious, the next night was still good.

“So, how’re you liking it so far, baby, hm?” Rafe asks as you return to the house from dinner, his arms snaking around your waist as he walks along behind you.

“It’s beautiful; I think I’ll like this better than where we originally planned in Greece," you respond as Rafe spins you around to face him, picking you up as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Good, because you, baby, deserve it all..." he hums as he places slow hot kisses down your neck, gently placing you on the edge of the bed.

"Rafe…" you sigh breathlessly as his hands travel down your body.

“I know, baby; I know what you need," he says as he begins pulling off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear. “All this for me? You even got on a little matching set, huh?” He chuckles a bit as he kisses down your body, making his way all the way down to your pussy.

Rafe gently peels your panties down, stashing them away for later as he lifts your legs on his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs as he kisses his way into your pussy starting from the inside of your thighs.

He groans as he licks a stripe up your slit, attaching onto your clit; he sucks it as he teases your hole. “Already so wet for me, baby…" he hums as he goes down to your hole, sliding his tongue inside as he toys with your clit with his thumb.

"Rafe... please, I want it..." you whine as your hips buck up into his mouth.

“Use your words, baby; tell me what you want," he says as he slides his middle finger deep into your pussy, moving it in and out slowly as his other hand rubs at your clit.

“Want you… want your dick, Rafe..." you continue whining, a pout on your face as Rafe removes his hands from your body.

Rafe chuckles as he undresses, sliding his boxers off his dick, half-hard, laying it out proudly in front of you. He strokes it a bit before letting you take it into your mouth.

“That’s it, baby, just like that, fuck..." Rafe groans as you bob your head up and down his cock; he places a hand on the back of your head to ground you as you moan and whine around him.

"Mhm... you’re doing so good, baby. Fuck, keep going just like that," he says as he thrusts up into your mouth, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he gets closer.

As he’s getting closer, you take him out of your mouth, stroking his cock with two hands over your face.

“Look at you... you look so sexy like that, baby. Oh shit… oh, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna paint that pretty face with my cum..." Rafe groans out as ropes of hot, sticky cum splat across your face.

"Rafe... you have to learn to aim better..." you complain as you wipe rouge cum off of your hair.

“So dramatic, baby... c’mere, let me make my girl feel good now." He chuckles as he handles you into a mating press on the bed.

“Hurry, Rafe... just put it in me..." you whine, trying to pull him closer by wrapping your legs around his hips.

“I gotta put a condom on, baby, hold up—" he starts only to stop once he sees your pouty face.

"Rafe, I don’t care! Just put it in and fuck me, goddamnit! I don’t care about the stupid condoms; just please..." Rafe smirks hearing this, wasting no time to sink into you, groaning as he feels your hot, wet walls clenching around him.

Rafe leans over you as he thrusts deep and fast inside, folding your legs to your chest; the loud sound of skin slapping echoes through the room.

“Oh, Rafe... yes, fuck! "Oh god, keep going, Rafe..." you whine as Rafe deepens his thrusts, fucking you hard and deep; it felt as if he were deep in your guts, dragging out whines and moans from you.

“That’s it, come on, baby, come for me. You're getting tighter. Fuck, I can tell you’re close," Rafe grunts as he moves one hand down to rub at your clit while keeping his pace.

Rafe locks his eyes on yours as you cum. He slows down his pace to ride you through your orgasm as he lets out a deep groan as he finishes inside of you.

“That’s it, baby, let it all out," he coos to you as he stays still inside of you, only pulling out when your breathing stabilizes.

“No, again, Rafe... I want more of you..." you whine, trying to pull him back in with your body all too weak.

"Fuck, baby, again? God, you’re so beautiful like this…" he pants, giving his cock a few strokes as it hardens again. He turns you onto your side, lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder.

“You’re doing so good, baby; you just lay there, ‘kay? I'ma take care of you, baby," Rafe says as he slides back into you with a loud groan; his pace starts slow as he uses his other hand to play with your tits.

"Rafe... go faster, I want more..." you call out, holding onto his forearm as he quickens his thrusts.

“You’re so needy, baby; it’s so cute seeing you whine and beg. C'mon, tell Rafey what you want, Mama," he huffs smugly as he turns your head to look at him.

“Want you to go faster… I'm so close I wanna cum..." you say with watery eyes from your poor body becoming overstimulated as Rafe pushes you towards your next orgasm.

“That’s it, baby, c’mon, let it all go for me, relax for me, sweet girl," he soothes as you come undone for him again. This time as Rafe slows down, he pulls out and paints your stomach white.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re alright, breathe for me. You did so good, baby, so pretty like this," Rafe hums as he lays your body down gently on the bed with you half disoriented in a haze.

Rafe then puts you onto your stomach to relax you better. He chuckles as he watches his cum ooze out of your hole; he scoops it and gently pushes it right back in.

“Y’know, baby, you've got such a pretty ass…" he huffs as he kneads your ass, spreading it just to watch your holes winking at him.

“Don’t even think about it, Rafe, I swear." You manage to get out even with a limp body and a mind shutting off.

“I just want to try it, just a taste, baby; you’ve never let me..." Rafe whines, lying on your back and putting his face to the side next to yours, his eyes wide and his face pouty.

“No, Rafe, don’t be nasty.”

“It’s not nasty! Okay fine, how about just one finger?”

“Nope.”

"Just the tip?”

"Rafe, I’ve never done this before; I don’t know if I’d even like that."

“Then let us experiment… we’re on our honeymoon; I’ll be gentle with you."

“For the love of God, fine!” Rafe jumps right back up as you give him approval, giggles immediately leaving his lips as he wastes no time to lick up from your pussy to your ass, teasing his tongue at your rim before sliding it in.

“Ugh, Rafe... it mn… it feels weird," you complain, finding the sensation uncomfortable.

“Just you wait, baby; I’ll make it feel good." He smirks with a little "heh" before putting his tip up to the entrance, sliding it in very slowly, stopping at any signs of pain you give, and eventually he puts it all in, bottoming out inside you.

"God, it’s so tight in here; it feels like you’re suffocating my dick, baby."

“I feel full… like bloated from this..." you whine, shifting around to ease the feeling.

Rafe chuckled. "You don’t like it?” He says as he pats your puffy pussy.

“Ya just gotta ease up back here; you're going to cut my circulation to my dick, sweet girl," Rafe huffs as he feels genuinely stuck inside.

"Rafe... you can move, y'know."

“I know, but uh, I can’t, baby."

"What?"

“I’m stuck."

“You mean you're stuck inside my ass."

“Precisely”

“I told you this was a bad fucking idea."

Rafe sighs as he just shifts to lay down beside you, his dick still completely inside you. With Rafe unable to get out, you just decided to take a nap; you were already exhausted and didn’t have the time to deal with it.

Two hours later you wake up from your nap from Rafe placing you inside the bath, and the first thing you realize is that you’re no longer stuck together.

“Before you ask, it, uh, it was actually much easier than I thought," Rafe says as he splashed water gently on your body.

“How’d you get out?”

"Uh, I found baby oil under the sink, so we got lucky, I guess."

“And you were just taking my body with you everywhere."

"Yep."

“Rafe?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m never doing anal with you again, idiot."

“Understood.”

Routine!

✿ - Fluff!

Mornings were always rough; half the kids still asleep 30 minutes before school was very common. Julia and Elliot being the only ones excited to go to school were up before 6. Amelie and Aiden were out of bed by 6:30, and the two oldest girls were forced to get up at 7.

Those last thirty minutes that everyone was in the house together was a mess. No matter how many bathrooms the house had, no one wanted to share, leading to constant screaming battles over bathroom hogging.

“I’m glad we have our own bathroom.” Rafe huffs as he hears his kids banging on another door again. Then your door is busted open.

“Daddy! Aiden won’t hurry up! He thinks he’s getting handsome, but literally no girl wants him!” Rosemary yells, clearly over everything already.

“There’s a bathroom downstairs, baby; just use that one." Rafe sighs, clearly tired of his kids' arguments.

“But Amelie and Eloise are in that one!”

“We have a bathroom by the pool, baby. Go to that one."

“Oh yeah."

Rafe shakes his head; he swears he’s going to teach the kids how to share but puts it off every time. You laugh at him as you finish getting the youngest twins ready.

“I’m going to drop them off at school; they have an early field trip, okay, Rafe? Are you good with the other kids?” You say it while genuinely worried about leaving them alone just like every day.

“Of course, babe, I do this every day; you go on ahead." Rafe smiles like a proud father, knowing that the second you leave, all hell will break loose.

Of course Rafe’s prediction was correct, because the second you pulled out of the driveway, the kids started to really fight over things.

“Give me the flat iron; you don’t need it!” Rosemary yells at Eloise.

“Go away! I had it first!” Eloise argues back.

“Your hair is already burnt to a crisp; you don’t need it!” Rafe sighs as he goes to solve that problem only for another to start.

“Daddy! Aiden won’t hurry up! He’s using all my products!” Amelie whines, banging on the bathroom door trying to stop her brother from wasting her products.

"Aiden, open the bathroom door and stop using your sister’s shit!” Rafe yells, and eventually Aiden opens the door.

Finally it was time to get everyone to school. Rafe sighs as he turns on the truck, thinking he made it another day. Until everyone starts asking for food.

"Dad, we’re starving..." Eloise whines, dramatically rubbing her stomach.

“Oh no, no, no, no. You all would’ve had time to eat if you got up on time.” Rafe argues back, determined not to give in.

“But Dad... you never fixed my alarm..." Rosemary chimes in.

“You have a phone; you can set an alarm."

“But Daddy, it’s not fair! Aiden kept hogging all the bathrooms with the stuff I needed!” Amelie argues back. Rafe freezes for a moment; she did have a point. No, he can’t give in.

“I’m sorry, baby, but your mother will kill me if y’all are late again.” He says softly. He looks up in the rearview mirror only to see his kids looking like sad puppies, the same look he uses to get his way with you.

"...Alright, fine, but something quick," he says as he shakes his head, disappointed in himself for giving in.

Night, however, is completely different. Finally, the day winds down, and the kids are tired. You prepare a nice little dinner for them, making conversation about their days at school.

“My teacher said that mommy and daddy were two pieces of kook trash” Julia says innocently eating her chicken “wat dat mean”

“Your teacher said what, honey?” You lean closer, not sure if you heard right.

“Two pieces of kook trash, Mama," Julia beams, clearly having no understanding of what was said.

“What’s your teacher’s name, baby?” Rafe questions.

“Ms. Watergate”

“Do you like her class?”

"No, she’s mean to me."

"Well, this’ll be the last week you see her, okay, baby?”

“Okay, Daddy," Julia says without question as she goes back to eating. While the older kids look at each other in the rather awkward situation.

After dinner was over, the kids dispersed into their rooms as you and Rafe lay on the couch.

“I missed you so much, you know..." Rafe sighs, relaxing at the feeling of you running your fingers over his scalp.

“Do you really think people still think of us as kook trash...?" You say, pausing Rafe’s head massage.

“Baby, it doesn’t matter what people think of us right now because we’re past that childish shit. I don’t care less about that anymore, and other people shouldn’t either."

“You’re right… some people are just weird forever, I guess."

“That’s right, baby, now I think it’s time to put the kids to sleep so we can have some alone time..." Rafe chuckles, unaware of his oldest daughter right behind him, sneaking a few sodas upstairs. Looking at each other in disgust before sneaking back up.

But as much as the youngest loved getting up for school, they hated going to bed.

“But Daddy... I don’t want to brush my teeth," both Elliot and Julia whine in their pajama onesies.

"Well, if your teeth fall out again and the tooth fairy sees that they’re dirty, she won’t leave anything for you," Rafe says as he gets their toothbrushes ready with toothpaste.

Meanwhile, as Rafe dealt with them, you had to ready Amelie and Aiden. “Mom, there’s literally no reason for me to shower; I showered like three days ago!”

You cringe at your son’s words. “Aiden, honey, that’s not good; no amount of cologne will cover your smell. Now get in the shower," Aiden groans as he turns the shower on.

“Mom, can you braid my hair?” Amelie asks, handing you a brush. You nod as you lead her to sit somewhere, gently braiding her hair.

Now Rosemary and Eloise, however, had a very precise routine for night. Shower, wash face, brush teeth, brush hair, turn on heating in the house, open a window. Now Rafe would be perfectly fine with this if it weren't for the house being so goddamn hot.

It was currently one in the morning, and Rafe was restless, sprawled out on the bed while practically panting. “Babe, I’m going to die. It’s so fucking hot in here," he groans, already down to his boxers; not even socks are on his body.

“It’s only like 73° Rafe, it’s not that bad," you roll your eyes at him. You knew he could be very dramatic at times, but he acts like he’s dying the second the house goes up a few degrees.

“Is this what people in Arizona feel like? God, baby, I actually can’t do this anymore," Rafe says while actively stripping down to nothing, bare cheeks on the bed.

“Rafe Cameron. I know you do not have your ugly ass bare on my sheets.”

"Okay, I’ll get up..." he whines, standing up and walking towards the window.

“Someone’s going to see you naked, I hope you know."

"No, I’m not opening the curtains; I just need the draft of air," he says melodramatically with his arms extended out like he’s a bird flying in the wind. You simply turn over and go to bed, ignoring the naked man.

The next morning the routine starts over again. His kids are running around the house perfectly fine while Rafe is still sweating, turning the temperature back down to 65° in the house. And once that first gust of cold air hits, he sighs in relief, standing up straight now like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His kids give him a weird look as they pass by him just standing there in the hallway, right below the vent, but he couldn’t care less as he was finally relaxed.

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Engagement!

Pt. 2 of - Story Time!

cw.- mentions of sex, usage of alcohol, mentions of drugs, body descriptions

Rafe couldn’t take it anymore. The kids officially pressured him into telling another story. Having migrated to the living room, they made Rafe, along with Topper and Kelce, reenact that night while they told the story even though they were clearly drunk.

"Okay, so it was here at TannyHill, and, uh, your dad, okay, he came in with your mom, and it was a cute little party for the older people there.” Topper starts off, already giggling at nothing.

“For y'know, respect or whatever..." Kelce adds on, "But the actual party started after the cover-up party ended at 10.”

“It was, uh, it migrated into a pool party, but no one had swimwear because they didn’t know, y’know?” Rafe continues, "So like men, do we just strip down, but the girls? Eh… they either stayed dressed or they got kicked out for being naked." He shrugs.

"Mhm, we found a few still naked around the property too." Kelce laughs.

"Oh, but your mom, good lord, I was hoping I’d be able to call her mommy too," Topper giggles, making shapes with his hands to show what he saw.

“Watch it, Topper," Rafe huffs, pushing his friend’s arm. “But your mother was… very sexy that night… oh lord, I can’t even describe the amount of ass—"

"Okay, next part in the story!” You interrupt before it can go further.

"Hm, right, well then, your mother started giving out swimsuits because she ran out and got some… and let me tell you… it was practically tits everywhere." Kelce sighs as if he’s reminiscing.

“But then the problem was resolved by using, uh, like dollar store t-shirts to cover up because of modesty or whatever," Topper shrugs, picking up another beer.

“Then some dumbasses,” Rafe pushes Topper and Kelce, “fucked up and spilled half a keg into the goddamn pool, wasting beer."

"Wait, where’d y’all hide those big-ass barrels of beer?” Eloise asks with her friends nodding.

"Language, missy, but they were old people; we just said it was a project for remodeling or whatever."

“Anyways!” Topper starts up again. “It was barely 12 and people started leaving because they were scared cops were going to come, so we moved over to the hot tub and it got—"

"Sensual…" Kelce finishes off as he fakes making out with Topper.

“And of course the main couple of the night wasn’t missing out," Topper huffs, picking Kelce up to try and reenact the sight.

"Oh, they were like going to town in that tub, let me tell you. Now at first it wasn’t noticeable, but then you could tell he had your mother flipped every which way in that tub; he was tearing that pus—"

“Alright! Please move on," you say, throwing a pillow at the two boys, knocking them down without effort.

“Woah, Mom, you let Dad do that in the hot tub?” Rosemary starts. “That’s insane; we were literally planning to go in later!”

“It was like 16 years ago! The water is clean now, I assure you," you huff. “I promise you you won’t find any lost siblings in there."

“Lost siblings…?" One of the friends starts before the realization hits, "Oh! Oh my god!”

“Whatever, okay, yes, your mother and I had sex in the hot tub."

“Rafe.”

“It’s okay, baby, and it was a few hours we were in there.”

“Rafe!”

"Okay, I’m sorry, baby. I’ll speed this up."

“Anyways, cops did end up coming, which interrupted your parents," Topper laughs.

“Did anyone get arrested!?” The kids question.

“No, uh, see, your mother was still in that tiny little bikini, and, uh, the cop liked what he saw, so…"

The kids groan in disgust, “Oh ew."

“Moral of the story, kids, is do not stay up partying until 10 to 5 in the morning, okay? We were greatly hungover, and uh, there were naked people down on the beach too," Kelce finishes.

“Now they got arrested, yes, for, uh, public nudity," Topper sighs.

"Oh... well, that wasn’t that bad?”

“We left out the part where your dad did body shots of your mother; they also slept on the roof. We also got drunk the next day. Oh, and I think there was like coke or something, but who knows? I can’t remember; it’s like erased.”

“Coke?” Rosemary questions.

“The drink, baby, don’t think too much about it.” You say before sending them off to go do whatever other plans they had.

“Oh c'mon, it was getting interesting."

“I don’t need you telling my kids about coke, Topper."

“Yeah, okay, but I won’t forget Rafe doing lines off your body."

“Stop talking.”

“Yes, ma'am..."

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Love at first sight!

✿ - Fluff!

The first time you remember seeing Rafe was when you were seven, on your daddy’s boat with his friends; you nervously come out from the little room with your tankini and floaties. That’s when you saw him, standing next to his dad, his eyes locked on you.

Your dad beckons you over, calling you by his side. He wraps an arm around your shoulder as he introduces you to Rafe and Rafe to you. After that he sends you both back down the steps to go play. That might’ve been the first mistake. Two kids who clearly had a crush on each other were sent off to play, leading up to you leaving a tiny kiss on his cheek. Nothing special, but to him? It might as well have been a proposal.

After that day the two of you were inseparable; your father couldn’t believe it—his baby girl actually wanting to be outside on the boat? He didn’t suspect much, drinking and fishing with Ward and a few others. All while you and Rafe were building something strong right below them, of course it wasn’t more than cheek kisses and awkward hugs, but it was perfect.

Until it wasn’t. As Rafe grew older and the problems with his father became worse, he got more distant. It was rare for you to see Rafe then; he didn’t answer your texts or calls and was practically avoiding you. So you decided to stop trying. Why waste time on someone who doesn’t care? But he did. Rafe cared too much. He hated that he had to shut you out, but he didn’t want you to see what he was going through.

Then one day Rafe just came back into your life; he finally messaged you, apologizing and asking for time with you to explain. Of course it took time for you to forgive him, but Rafe was willing to wait. And as you spent more time together, the romance grew; it was clear as day to anyone that Rafe Cameron was head over heels in love. Then it happened. It was a warm summer day, and Rafe took you out on his boat with a few drinks; he disappeared for a minute or two under the excuse of using the bathroom only to come back with a whole bouquet.

“So, uhm... I’ve been thinking..." he started, looking around nervously, his body tense and fidgety. “We’ve known each other a long time, and, uh... I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner tonight...?" Just us…like as a date, together..." He clears his throat, handing you the bouquet of flowers he bought you.

“Aw Rafe… that’s so cute; I’d love to..." You smile at him, and his whole body softens; he laughs in relief.

“Then I’ll see you at 7:30...?"

“Sounds good, but uh… you've got to take me home first, Rafe..."

"Oh... right, whoops."

The date was perfect, outdoors on the upper patio of your favorite restaurant. Rafe had his attention on you the whole time; not once did he pick up his phone, not even after his friends spammed his phone asking how it’s going.

“So, uh... how is it? I didn’t want to take you some place I knew you didn’t like, so, uh, I chose here..." He smiled, holding your hand on the table while you waited for your desserts.

“It’s amazing, Rafe... I love it."

“I’m glad. I was scared you’d think I’m not putting enough effort..."

“No, no, everything is perfect; it’s beautiful up here too. It's hard to get a seat up here. How'd you do it?”

"Well, uh, I reserved it like a month ago. I mean, I assumed you’d say yes to the date, and if you didn’t, then, uh... I guess I’d be here by myself."

"...You had this planned for a month?”

“Three actually, but, uh, I started my plan last month, yes.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. I wanted it to be perfect, y’know?”

You nod at him. Did he seriously plan all this out? A few minutes later the desserts come, then the bill. And before you know it you’re back in Rafe’s truck. He turns to you, looking into your eyes.

“There’s, uh... I have one more surprise for you..."

“There’s more?”

He nods as he starts the truck, taking you to the beach. He pulls out a bathing suit for you. Where'd he get it? Like he said, he’s been planning this for three months. He takes you out by the water; holding your hand, he turns to you.

"Y'know, I’ve been waiting for this since I first saw you."

“Really? In my tankini?”

“I remember you were gorgeous in it, like, unimaginably pretty."

“Oh gosh, I don’t believe you. I bet I looked so dumb.”

“No, I'm serious; it got worse when we were like 14. I think that was the time I walked in on you changing? That changed younger me’s life. My first time seeing tits, I was astonished.”

“I was still using training bras from, like, Target, Rafe."

"Well, you looked damn good in them."

“You’re so stupid."

“Then I must be stupidly in love… which I am, by the way."

“I’d never thought I’d hear you say it."

“Only for you..." he says, leaning closer, the tension between you two heavy.

“You going to kiss me or what?"

He chuckles, leaning in and connecting your lips, kissing you gently at first. Holding the back of your head, he deepens the kiss. Sliding his tongue into your mouth, you wrap your arms around his neck. A few minutes later the kiss breaks for air.

“You’re so beautiful," he mumbles into your neck as you sit and watch the sunset fall as the waves crash against your legs. Rafe couldn’t believe he was here; months of planning and he didn’t think it’d come true. But one thing he did know was that he loved you; he always has.

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