Warnings: Rafe x Reader x Topper, smut, double penetration, degrading, name calling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), dumbification, choking, aftercare, Dom! Rafe, Switch! Reader, Switch!Top (but really more Sub! Topper)
Topper is going to take the front, saying he wants to be able to see your pretty face as you cum on their cocks, and Rafe is going to take the back if only to keep Topper from whining if he doesn't get his own way.
Rafe sets the pace, one hand on your hip and the other covering Topper's on your ribs. He whispers directions to Topper, just next to your ear, telling him what to do as he fucks you
"Tilt your hips, Top, just a little- yeah, just like that. Hear her pathetic whining, that's for you Top cause you're fuckin' our girl so good."
"Speed up just a little bit... yeah, just like that Top, such a good boy, taking such good care of her."
Topper grabbing you by the back of your neck, yanking your head back so he can cover your throat in hickies because he just can't get enough of you, even when he's balls deep in you with your arms tight around his shoulders. And Rafe knows it too, cause he chuckles deep and low right next to your ear before teasing him
"So fuckin' desperate for her, aren't you Top? Just can't get enough? Can't get deep enough? Maybe next time it'll be you between us-"
And then Topper starts whining, his hips losing rhythm as he speeds up, using your pussy to chase his release and then it's your turn to breathlessly tease him
"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you baby? Getting fucked nice and hard by Rafe while I ride your dick? Or maybe you'd want to fuck my face instead, huh? You wanna use my mouth, baby, while Rafe fucks you?"
And then Topper cums inside you, whimpering and clinging to the both of you while he fucks his cum deep into you, coming down from his high.
Rafe doesn't stop fucking you, though, continuing to pound into you from behind while his fingers rub your clit.
"Are you close baby? I bet that felt so good having Top cum in you, his warm seed filling you up. Can feel you clenching down on my cock, milking my dick, you just can't get enough can you, huh? So greedy, you need both of us to cum in that slutty pussy of yours?"
And when you nod, whining and moaning and begging, when wraps a hand tight around your throat, snapping his hips into yours at a bruising pace as you both quickly approach your climaxes
"Listen to you, our dumb little slut can barely string words together and you haven't seen came yet. Aren't you embarrassed, doll? So dumb just from our dicks, imagine what people would think if they saw you like this, just drooling for our cocks."
And after you've both climaxed Rafe slowly pulls out of you, laying you next to Topper who watched you both finish from the pillows at the head of the bed. You curl into his warm, bare chest as Rafe grabs water from his mini-fridge and a towel from the bathroom before returning to bed.
"You were both so good for me"
He would praise, as he coaxes you to drink the water and he runs the cool, damp cloth over your thighs to clean you.
"So well behaved, I think we might have to do this again. Don't you agree?"
A/n: I did about an hour and a half of excessive research just to find out what day and time Rafe could have been born to have the Big Three I headcanon him having so y'all better show some love. (October 30th, 2001 at 1:00am)
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Rafe doesn't understand poetry. It doesn't make him feel things. It isn't special to him.
He's the kind of guy to say "that's homophobic" to things he doesn't like.
"No, I won't get you a beer, get one for yourself" "that's homophobic"
Rafe dropped out of college because he secretly didn't want to be a business major like his dad always pushed for him to be. He wanted to be a veterinarian.
Rafe has a special soft spot for animals. Small, fluffy and cute: Rafe will protect them at all costs and does not fuck with animals. If he finds out you're an animal abuser he will kill you or at least make you wish you were dead.
He takes golf very seriously and "has it all down to a science"
Rafe can rap. Not very good but he can. 😂
Rafe knows his whole astrology chart because when Wheezie went through her astrology phase he's the only one in the family who would listen to her ramble on about the signs, their placements and what they all meant. He's a Scorpio sun, Aries moon, Leo Rising. Wheezie wasn't surprised at all when she found out.
Being born October 30th (at 1am, thanks Wheezie) means he had a lot of Halloween themed birthday parties growing up and while it was fun getting to dress up and have everyone else dress up for your birthday as a kid the older he got the more tired of it he got and the more he wanted his birthday celebration and his Halloween celebrations to be separate. Halloween is still his favorite holiday, though.
In the fourth grade he got a Valentine's Day card from every single girl in his class, and he still brings it up as evidence that he's more of a ladies man than Topper and Kelce.
Every once in a while he'll steal one or two of Sarah's nail polishes and will paint his nails before immediately removing it. He thinks he manages to return the nail polish before Sarah even knows it's gone but Sarah knows.
Sarah and Rafe used to be extremely close as kids. Up until Rafe was 11 he was extremely protective of his sister and the two of them were thick as thieves. As he started to make more guy friends and spend less time with his sister they started to drift apart. Once he was old enough to realize his father's behavior was favoritism he blamed it on Sarah and that completely ruined whatever relationship they still had.
His mother used to collect wildflowers and keep them in a vase n the dining table. Every once in a while he catches himself doing the same thing without even thinking about it.
Rafe always wanted to be close with Rose but he stopped himself from being close to her because he didn't want his mom to think he was replacing her.
Because of Wheezie's constant, ever-changing interests, Rafe knows almost everything to know about the Kardashians, prepping for the apocalypse, and the anatomy of medieval castles.
Rafe used to do lots of research on how to calm his anger. A few things that are obvious that stuck with him are a healthy diet, exercise and smoking weed. Something he keeps to himself though is origami. He tried it for shits and giggles, not thinking it would work, but now he does it every time he can feel himself starting to get worked up. He even bought the special, patterned papers to make the origami with.
Rafe is a cat person. Of course, he loves all animals, but cats are his favorite. His second and third favorite animals are turtles and orcas.
A/N: I have no idea what horses act like so if this is atypical horse behavior I am not sorry because I did very little research.
Description: John B and JJ borrow a horse.
Prompt: JJ/John B + “Who the hell steals a horse” + “you're bribing me with cookies?!”
Warnings: JJ Maybank x Reader, John B x Reader, John B and JJ sharing one brain cell
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Every few months a kook will buy something to flex on their kook buddies and then it will start to trend, and now every kook has an in-home theater or a jet ski or a professional kitchen, or whatever the trend is at that time.
This time it had been horses. Like real life horses, not even racing horses, just fancy looking ones for display. The moment Kiara hears about this from her parents she storms to John B’s house, where the boys have congregated, and begins a furious rant poor Pope is forced to endure as JJ and John B slip out the corner of her vision to investigate this for themselves.
Upon arriving at the kook-who-started-it-all’s mansion, JJ and John B sneak around the back, easily opening the back gate and locating the newly installed horse stall in no time.
They slowly open the doors to the horse stall, creeping inside and finding the one inhabited stall.
The majestic long-haired, black horse whineys upon seeing them approaching, and both boys still, listening for any commotion in response.
When no one comes running they continue creeping towards the horse. JJ holds out a hand, approaching the horse like a stray dog, while John B makes a broad round about the horse, trying to get close enough to look at it without getting close enough to get trampled or bit.
“Come on, not too close man-” John B warns, eyes darting to the front of the stalls, then back to his best friend.
“He likes me!” JJ chuckles at John B’s nervous tone as the horse leans forward, snuffling at the back of his hand. He leans over to the side to get a better vantage point before amending his statement “she likes me.” He smirks at John B, wiggling his eyebrows. “Seems my charms go beyond species.”
“JJ, we’ve seen the horse, you’ve pet the horse, now can we go please?”
“No way, man, you haven’t even tried to pet her-” JJ leans over, grabbing John B’s hand and yanking him closer to the horse. He places John B’s hand on the horse’s muzzle under his own, coaxing him into petting her.
John B’s shoulders and arms are bound tight at first, terrified the horse will suddenly lunge and chomp down on his arm like a rabid animal, but the longer the horse remains not-rabid the more he calms.
“See, this isn’t so bad is it?” JJ says to John B before turning to the horse, and saying in a slightly higher pitched voice, “No, you’re not so bad are you? No you’re not bad at all, no, you’re our friend!” He leans forward and pecks the horse on the nose.
Suddenly JJ’s eyes light up with light bulbs.
All he has to do is look at John B and John B knows what he wants to do.
“No. No, absolutely not-”
“It’ll be fun!”
“No! We’re not stealing a horse!”
“It’s not stealing if we return her, then it’s borrowing! Just a little joyride-”
“This horse is probably worth more than both your house, JJ, and you want to take it for a joyride?!”
JJ adopts a scolding look on his face, making John B pause. “What?”
“You just called her an ‘it’.”
This only serves to confuse John B more. “What?” He repeats.
“You said ‘take it for a joyride’. The horse is a ‘she’, not an ‘it’. That’s just disrespectful.”
“Okay, fine. I’m sorry. We can’t take her for a joyride because then the kooks will have our head on spikes!”
“We just have to return her in time.” JJ reasons, the tone of his voice final in a way that makes John B realize there’s no convincing him not to do this. “Come on, John B!” He coaxes, unlatching the door and swinging it open, “I want to show Y/n...” When that doesn’t seem to convince him JJ says in a sing-song voice, “I’ll buy you those sugar cookies you really like from the Wreck-”
“Are you bribing me with cookies?” John B asks incredulously.
“Well that depends… is it working?”
John B is silent for a moment, looking at the horse but thinking of sugar cookies. “Yeah, yeah it’s working.”
How they manage to sneak the horse off the estate and onto a back road before actually mounting the horse is a mystery but the ride there is not nearly as smooth as the extraction. John B falls off the back at one point, becoming unbalanced in the middle of a fight about who should have the reigns, and then when JJ gets off to help him to his feet (while laughing his ass off) the horse wanders around the corner, scaring the shit out of the both of them and making them think for the few moments they couldn’t see the horse that they had lost her. John B ‘drives’ after that.
They reach your house maybe a half an hour after ‘borrowing’ the horse and both can barely contain their laughter as they ring the doorbell.
“Coming!” You call from within the house, then a few moments later opens the door in your pajamas.
You look up from your phone, slipping it in your pocket and your mouth drops open at the sight in front of you. Your two boyfriends… and a horse.
“What… the… hell?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper.
“Well, you see-” JJ starts at the same time John B cuts in, saying:
“It’s kind of a long story but,”
They both stop, glancing at each other, then they say in sync, “well-”
John B holds up a hand, covering JJ’s mouth, “Let me explain it.” JJ nods, and John B removes his hand, “Kiara showed up at my house complaining about how a bunch of the kooks in her neighborhood had started a trend of buying horses, and we wanted to go check it out so we found a house with a horse barn and went in said barn and then JJ had the idea to take the horse for a joyride-”
“-Borrow the horse-” JJ cuts in and John B shoots him a warning look.
“So we could show you her and here we are.”
“What the actual fuck!” You start, mind basically exploding with the story John B just told you, “You guys stole a horse?!”
“Borrowed.” JJ corrects and you shoot him a look so deadly he immediately looks away, suddenly very interested in the texture of the horse’s muzzle.
“Who the hell steals a horse?!”
“Bor-”
“Okay, we get it JJ!” You and John B both say, then you amend your question, “Who the hell borrows a horse?!”
“Well we wanted to show her to you! How many people on the cut can say they’ve seen a horse before? Like not on tv?”
JJ’s kind thoughts and tiny smile is enough to crack your shell and you can’t help but smile a little at the sweet sentiment. “Wouldn’t it have been easier to come get me and then sneak me onto the property to see the horse?” JJ and John B both blank, staring at you.
JJ reaches up, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, “Didn’t think of that, actually…”
With a sigh you step out onto your porch, reaching out a hand for the horse to sniff. It snuffles against your palm and you take that as a sign to lightly stroke her muscles. She huffs, leaning down to headbutt your hand and bringing a surprised laugh out of you.
John B and JJ make eye contact, high fiving each other quietly behind your back.
“So,” You rub at the space between the horses eyes, “How do you guys plan on returning her?”
This time when the boys make eye contact behind your back their eyes aren’t wide with excitement but instead panic.
“Uh…” John B starts, then drops off.
JJ clears his throat. “We also didn’t think of that…”
A/N: This is my first Pope Heyward x Reader! And it's also severely unedited...
Prompt: Pope + “Don't be too loud, they can hear you.” + “I’ve never seen someone kick a door in before, it's so exciting”
Warnings: Pope x Reader, fluff, Shoupe is sheriff so imagine this is a magical world where the Carla Limbrey arc never happens and this fic takes place in the summer between their last year of high school and college.
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It was a lazy day on the cut, the pogues lounging at John B’s house since they don’t have gas for the H.M.S Pogue, enjoying some beers and party games. As soon as the pogues noticed they were running low on party snacks it was a competitively quick game of “not it” to see who was the unlucky guy that would have to run to the store.
Pope was the last to touch his pointer finger to his nose, but you felt bad about him having to go alone so you ended up volunteering to go with him anyways.
The walk there Pope had spent most of the time describing in depth the five stages of decomposition, which he had cut out once they reached the store in favor of discussing what snacks to get. The walk back had started out quiet, a comfortable lull in conversation, until you had been almost 10 minutes from John B’s house. The two of you were just about to walk past Mr. Newman’s house when you saw three police cars parked out front.
You stop to watch, grabbing onto Pope’s sleeve and pulling him back when he goes to walk right by.
“Look,” You point to where the police have congregated near the front door, Sheriff Shoupe poised, about to kick the door down, “I’ve never seen someone kick a door in before, it's so exciting!” You say to him, louder than you meant to and a couple of the policemen turn to look. Pope grabs your arm, tugging you down to crouch behind a bush lining the yard.
“Don’t be too loud, they can hear you.” He whispers. You shift your weight to sit fully on the ground so you can better leverage yourself to look around the bush and watch as Shoupe kicks down the door.
“Police! Oscar Newman, drop any weapons and put your hands above your head!” Can be heard distantly as the policemen charge inside.
Pope grabs your arm, pulling you back. “Stop it, they’ll see you!” He hisses. You’re knocked off balance and falling backward into his lap. He lets out a small huff as his back collides awkwardly with the bush, taking your full weight. On instinct an arm lands on your waist to steady you.
When you settle you realize you are essentially in his lap with his hand on his waist and look panickedly to his face to see if he’s realized the same thing. He seems to have noticed, his eyes locked on where his hand rests on your waist, eyes dilated. When you look at him, he slowly raises his eyes, and once making eye contact with you begins to try and stutter out an excuse.
You cut him off, pressing your lips tightly to his.
He makes a noise of surprise, the hand on your hip flying up to cup the back of your head and then someone is clearing their voice, above you.
You jump apart, whipping around to see an officer standing above you too.
She raises an eyebrow, looking between you and Pope with an annoyed look on her face.
“I suggest you two run along home now.”
Pope jumps into action, taking a hold of your sleeve and yanking you to your feet.
“Yes, right away officer, I am so sorry-”
You two take off running in the direction of John B’s house, not stopping until you reach the beginning of John B’s driveway, when you finally slow to a standstill. You lean forward, hands on your knees as you catch your breath, and turn to look at Pope. He’s in much the same position, the bag of snacks on the ground by his feet.
The two of you make eye contact, and immediately dissolve into fits of giggles.
You smile at him with a one hundred watt smile and say, “That’s one way to get the blood pumping.”
“You know, sometimes you act a little too much like JJ.” Pope laughs, shaking his head at you.
“Sure hope JJ doesn’t kiss you like that.” You wink at him and he immediately ducks his head, looking flustered.
“No, definitely not,” he looks at you through his eyelashes. “No, just you.”
You can feel your pride expand just a little at that statement, shoulders straightening and chest puffing out just a little. “Good.”
Having caught your breath the two of you walk the rest of the way up John B’s driveway brushing shoulders and smiling like fools.
JJ looks up from where the three of them sit by the hammocks, raising a hand to wave at you and calling out, “Took you two long enough, did you stop by Paris on your way to the store?”
Pope huffs, smiling as he throws the bag of snacks at JJ who just barely catches them. “Shut up and eat your takis.”
Can I request poly!barryandrafe punishing you for being bratty, maybe with some overstim?
Crime and Punishment
a/n: ngl this one got a little away from me 😳 (But this is exactly what I needed to get back in the obx groove 😏)
word count: 3.5k of pure smut
content warning: fem! reader, a shitload of swearing, pet names (baby, doll, love), d/s dynamics, mean dom! barry, kinda mean dom! rafe, spanking, hair pulling, sir kink, oral sex (male and female receiving), crying, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), a little bit of degradation, you get called a whore :), praise kink, aftercare
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In your defense it was a hot day, over 90 degrees since 9 in the morning, and the air conditioner hadn’t been working. You didn’t know how to fix it, and both the boys were at work and had both the bikes so you were home alone all day in inescapable sweltering heat and no way to even go to the store for some ice. You were sweating from the moment you woke up, and no matter how much water you drink or how many layers of clothes you put on, or what place you lay on the tile floor, you just couldn’t seem to cool down.
Barry got home first (though it was still at 4:30 in the afternoon), and the bastard had the damn air conditioner fixed in 10 minutes.
And you knew, logically, you had no right to be snapping at him every time he talked to you, stomping whenever you walked, sighing loudly whenever you had to get up to do something, pretending not to hear him the first two or three times he talks to you, but in your nonlogical brain it was Rafe and Barry’s fault that it was so damn hot all day.
He endures it, much to your surprise and suspicion, for the next hour until Rafe gets home, and then the second you both hear the familiar rev of Rafe’s motorbike he’s on his feet and out the door.
You contemplate following him, knowing it won’t take long for Barry to report everything you did back to Rafe, and while you want to at least be there to witness your own downfall you decide having to suffer through the heat isn’t worth it.
Instead you stand by the window, peering through the barely pulled back curtain, watching as Barry debriefs your lover of your actions.
Rafe’s expression slowly turns surprised as Barry relays your audacity, but when Rafe goes to walk past Barry and into the house, Barry stops him with a hand to the chest. Barry leans closer, speaking to Rafe more intimately and Rafe’s expression goes from angry to calculating. Barry has a similar expression on your face and with a sinking stomach you realize exactly how much shit you’ve gotten yourself into.
You quickly jump back from the window, scrambling into the kitchen trying to think of ways to climb out of this hole you’ve dug yourself. Beers, maybe? Yeah, ice-cold beers from the fridge should put them in a good mood.
You quickly grab two beers from the fridge, carrying them out to the living room and setting them on the coffee table.
What else, what else? Dinner maybe? It would definitely get me brownie points if I made dinner. You hesitate upon reentering the kitchen. This is getting a little too much ‘anxious 50s housewife’ but when you hear the front door open you jolt back into action, lunging for the cabinets. You throw them open, desperately looking for something to cook.
“Love?” Barry calls from the living room, “Where’d you run off to?”
Shit shit shit shit-
You abandon the dinner idea, smoothing out your features and calmly walking into the living room.
Barry and Rafe stand together, Barry with his hands in his pockets and a carefully neutral expression on his face and Rafe with his arms crossed over his chest, rocking back on his heels as he chews on his bottom lip.
“Hey, baby, welcome home.” You greet Rafe, “I was just in the kitchen, looking for something to make for dinner.” You point at the now sweating beer bottles on the coffee table, "I got you guys some ice-cold beers for you to sip while you just… sit back and relax.”
Rafe raises an eyebrow and Barry doesn’t bother to stop himself from smirking.
“Sit back and relax, huh?” Barry repeats your words back to you, scoffing.
“Yeah…” Rafe drawls, uncrossing his arms and taking a step towards you, “I’m afraid we won’t be doing any relaxing tonight, doll.”
It takes him all of two steps to reach you, grabbing ahold of your wrist and pulling you down the hall towards the bedroom. You can feel that anxious feeling in your stomach go from a 7 to a 20 out of 10 as nerves and arousal twist around your insides and fill you up.
Hopefully that won't be the only thing filling you up…
The thought of getting either Barry or Rafe’s cock in you after such a horrid day makes you swallow as your thighs grow warmer.
Once inside the bedroom he uses his grip on your arm to toss you down on the bed. You hit the bed with a bounce, quickly turning to face your lovers as Barry shuts the door behind the three of you.
“Come now, gentleman, I’m sure we can work this out civilly-”
“If I hear you speak one more word without permission I will spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week,” Barry warns you, pulling his tank top over his head and beginning to unbutton his shorts.
The words make you intake sharply, and your eyes dart over to Rafe as he too begins to pull his shirt over his head.
“Don’t look at me for help,” Rafe chuckles darkly, “That sounds like something I wouldn’t mind seeing.”
“Strip,” Barry commands. You hesitate for a moment, still in talkback mode with a bratty comment on the tip of your tongue, but you stop yourself at the last moment, his promise ringing in your ears.
Seeing your hesitation he stops unzipping his shorts to lean forward, grabbing you by the ankle and pulling you to the edge of the bed.
He moves his hand from your ankle to the back of your head, tightly gripping your hair to yank your head back. “Do you really want to keep acting bratty, love, when you’re already so deep in the hole? We’ve got a whole night of punishment lined up for you but we can keep it going ‘til the morning if you prefer? Is that what you want, more punishment?”
Knowing he actually expects an answer for this last question you shake your head sharply, and he smirks.
“Liar.” He says, eyes flicking up to Rafe who has been watching silently this whole time, then back down to you, “I know you love it when we punish you, don’t you? ‘Ts why you’re always so damn bratty all the time?” He tightens his hold on your hair, pulling your hair for emphasis when he says the word bratty, “You just love being punished by us, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” You whisper, face heating up in embarrassment.
“Hey, Barry,” Rafe cuts in, stepping up to stand next to Barry, “She’s been awful to you tonight, walking all over you, being a downright brat… I think she should have to do something to make up for it.”
Barry hums in agreement, hissing out a pleased “I couldn’t agree more, country club.” and then he’s yanking you off the bed and onto your knees.
You wince as your knees hit the hard floor, but he doesn’t bother to ask if you're okay as he removes his hand from your hair to finish unzipping his shorts. He frees himself from his cargo shorts, stroking his stiffening cock a couple times before pointing it at your lips.
“You’re gonna suck me off. I think I’ve earned that with how bratty you’ve been tonight.” He tells you, “now suck.” You reach out a hand to hold the base, but Barry swats it away. “Hands behind your back, mouth only.”
You swallow, your mouth suddenly flooding with saliva as you stare down the head of Barry’s penis, only centimeters in front of you. You lean forward just enough to wrap your lips around the tip and suckle lightly on it.
Barry lets out a low noise, hand coming to rest heavily on the back of your head. “Tease me and you’ll only make it worse for yourself.” He groans deeply, and immediately you bob your head forward to take as much of him into your mouth as you can.
Maybe you’ve taken this brat game a little too far. You’ve seen how far they can go with punishments, and if you want to get off at all tonight, it’s best you start behaving now.
You press the tip of your tongue to the vein on the underside of his cock as you pull back up to the tip, earning yourself a noise of approval from Barry. You smile inwardly as you sink back down, hollowing your cheeks. If you just blow Barry real good, then repeat the same with Rafe then you should get off easy, in more ways than one.
You hear another groan, but this time it’s muffled and definitely not from Barry, and you look up from your view of Barry’s dark, curly pubic hair.
Rafe and Barry are locked in a passionate kiss, Rafe’s hand resting above Barry’s collarbone and Barry’s hand that’s not on your head is on the back of Rafe’s neck.
The sight makes the heat between your legs burn brighter and you double down on blowing Barry. You bob your head faster, making yourself take him deeper till his tip is dangerously close to hitting the back of your throat and gagging you. On one downward bow of your head you swallow and hollow your cheeks at the same time, just as his tip reaches the back of your throat. The sensation causes his hips to buck, his hand pushing your head down further till his dick is fully in your throat and your nose is pressed into his pubic hair.
He moans loudly, and through tear-filled eyes you look up to see his face twisted in a pleasured expression, hovering just near Rafe’s but not quite kissing as Rafe runs his hand across Barry’s chest, passing a thumb teasingly over one of Barry’s nipples. He whispers to Rafe, who immediately jumps into action, untying his own shorts and pulling out his own dick. It’s bright red and angry looking, a drop of precum already dribbling from the tip.
Barry pulls you off of him, but his cock is immediately replaced by Rafe’s, the salty burst of his precum coating your tongue.
Rafe then looks down at you, looking you in your teary eyes as he places a hand on the back of your head, next to Barry’s, and begins to guide your head up and down his cock.
You allow him to use your mouth, swallowing when at the base and sucking hard when at the tip, till Rafe’s thighs begin to shake and his moans become raspy and close together.
Suddenly Barry yanks you off of Rafe, reaching out to take Rafe’s dick in his hand, creating a tight ring around the base with his middle finger and thumb, swallowing Rafe’s disappointed groan as he does.
“I know, baby boy, I know” He whispers just barely loud enough for you to hear, “But I’m gonna make it up to you, don’t you worry.”
That quickly shifts Rafe’s expression from disappointed to excited.
Barry clears his throat, taking a step back from you. “Strip and get on the bed.” He tells you, and you immediately stand from your knees, ripping your clothes off as the boys discard their shorts.
You crawl onto the bed, putting a sweet and innocent expression on your face. You’re unsure how well it will work, lips swollen and spit smeared from sucking dick, but figure it’s worth a try if there’s even a slight chance it will earn you brownie points.
“How do you want me, sir?”
Barry looks at Rafe. “You wanna go first this time?”
Rafe nods eagerly, saying, “On your back.” As he crawls after you.
You immediately lay on your back, smiling tentatively at your partner, though your smile quickly falls off your face when he leers mischievously at you.
“I’m going to enjoy this.” He says, offering you a faux empathetic smile back. “Not so sure if you are, though.”
He grabs you by your thighs, yanking you into the position he wants. “Color?” He checks as he takes his dick in his hand, running the tip along your folds.
“Green.” You gasp out without hesitation, resisting the urge to squirm impatiently as your eagerness starts to take over.
He pushes forward, bottoming out inside of you with one thrust and pulling a gasp from your chest as he does. He barely gives you time to adjust, lifting your legs under your knees and pushing them as far against your stomach as they will go and then pulling out of you only to immediately slam back in, bottoming out once more.
You cry out, back arching up of the bed as he repeats this, fucking you without mercy, or care. His tip repeatedly brushes your sweet spot with each thrust, not quite hitting it.
“So fuckin’ good-” He groans, head lolling and biceps flexing as he clenches his hands on your legs so hard his knuckles turn white. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” He changes the angle just enough and then he’s hitting it straight on. The fire in your stomach turns from a lighter flame to a forest fire, but even with how good it feels, it’s not enough to push you over the edge.
You wonder if you should beg, if that would be too out of line given your behavior that morning, but as you look up into Rafe’s heated, lust-filled eyes, you’re sure he’ll cave.
“Please, sir,” You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut tightly and moaning loudly as he hits your g-spot with just the right amount of pressure, “Please!”
“Use your words.” He pants, speeding up his thrusts as he gets closer and closer to the edge.
“Please can I cum? Please, sir, please!” You’re begging shamelessly, and you know when this is over you will look back and be thoroughly embarrassed by your behavior, but you can’t bring yourself to care. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Your words begin to slur as the drag of his cock inside your pussy begins to muddy your thoughts.
“Why should I let you cum?” He demands, voice somehow goading even in a moment like this.
You whine loudly, desperate now and unable to stop yourself from squirming restlessly underneath him. “Please, I need it, sir, I need it, please, please!”
“I don’t know…” He draws out his words, eyes flickering to Barry who leans against the bureau, cock in his hand as he lazily strokes himself, eyes glued to his partners. “What do you think, Barry, should I let her cum?”
Barry pretends to think about it a moment before saying, “Well she did say she needs it...”
With that Rafe drops your left leg, which you immediately wrap around his waist, and begins to thumb flawlessly at your clit. You approach the edge quickly and fall over it with a loud moan and a full-body shudder just as Rafe’s hips stutter with release.
He thrusts once, twice more, before slowly pulling out of you. He leans his head down, kissing your neck and then your cheek before scooting over to the space between you and the wall.
You watch through orgasm clouded vision as Barry climbs onto the bed, taking the space Rafe had just filled. “Color, my love?” He whispers as he places a kiss on your collarbone.
You gather as much of your attention as you can to tell him, “Green.”
“Good girl.” He murmurs against your breast before gingerly taking your right nipple between his teeth, biting down just enough to pull.
You whimper, body jerking at the attention, still sensitive from your orgasm.
He continues to leave little nips down your torso till his hot breath hovers over your vagina, pulling you out of your haze enough for you to frown.
“What are you doing?” you ask as he places a kiss just above your slit.
“I’m gonna make you cum.” He parts your lips with his pointer and middle finger, “Just like you asked.” He then darts his tongue out, just barely touching your clit before pulling back, but it’s enough to make your hips jump and your fingers couch at the sheets.
“Already came.” You whimper, the corners of your mouth pulling down into a confused frown that doesn’t last very long as his lips make an ‘o’ on your clit and he begins to suck hard.
He laps at your sensitive clit, two fingers slipping into your cunt and curling up to press against your g-spot. You whine and cry out, unlocking your fingers from the sheets to try and push his head away.
You’re unsuccessful, and instead of lightening up, he rubs his fingers more insistently against your g-spot, spelling his name on your clit with his tongue till your gasping and whimpering turns from pained to pleasured.
You can feel the heat in your stomach building again already and you shake your head wildly.
“I can’t, I can’t,” You insist, only to be gently shushed by Rafe and he leans over, pressing sharp, nipping kisses to your neck and chest. The added pleasure of his teeth on your skin is what pushes you over the edge, cumming hard with Barry’s mouth on you.
You barely get a break because as soon as his fingers are out of you he flips you over onto your stomach, forcing you onto your knees.
“No,” you whimper, shaking your head weakly.
“Color.” Barry demands, gripping your hips tightly.
You press your face into the pillow, shame filling your stomach as you whisper, “green.”
“Louder.”
“Green!” You gasp, and then a hand immediately lands on your right ass cheek, jolting you forward so your face is shoved into the pillow.
Barry spanks you once more on the other cheek, then lines himself up and without further preamble thrusts into you.
You can do little more than moan and take it as he fucks you rough and fast, grunting and panting as he finally fucks you.
His fast-paced thrusts hit your g-spot with sniper-like accuracy so you know it’s not a happy accident when yet another orgasm begins to bubble in your stomach.
You whine and whimper in protest tears pricking at your eyes as you gasp out Barry’s name, and even a few ‘sir’s, in hopes of placating him, but he doesn’t let up, instead the pleas seem to have the opposite effect, egging him on as his powerful thrusts only get faster, harder, deeper.
“You take it so well, baby, like the fucking whore you are-” Barry spits, voice cocky yet breathy from pleasure at the same time, “You’re just our fucking whore aren’t you? Happy to take any punishment we give you.”
A sharp spank stings your asscheek, making you cry out particularly loud. Barry moans in response, spanking you again and then a third time before he reaches underneath you, between your legs and fucking christ he’s rubbing your clit again and it's toomuchtoomuchtoomuch-
You try to pull your hips away, desperately reaching for the headboard, Rafe, the edge of the bed, anything to give you leverage. All hope is taken away when the hand once on your hip finds your wrists, yanking them behind your back and forcing all of your weight onto your shoulders as he drills into you.
“I’m almost there, baby, are you close?” He drapes himself over your back, leaning down to whisper in your ear as he continues to fuck you and massage your clit at the same time.
You sob, unable to answer as tears now fall freely down your face and soak the pillow underneath you.
He bites at your shoulders, leaving a trail of stinging down your shoulder blade then back up the other side. His thrusts are more erratic now, and his fingers more insistent, and then the heat in your abdomen explodes and you cumming around him. He groans loudly just next to your ear at the feeling of your walls spasming around him and it only takes a handful of thrusts for him to finish inside you, moaning your name.
He stays like that for a moment, the both of you coming down from your highs, before he slowly pulls out of you. He helps you to lay down on your back, and suddenly Rafe appears next to the both of you, wet clothes in hand. You hadn’t even noticed him get up.
Barry takes one of the clothes and cleans the both of you as Rafe gently pats the cloth on your forehead and chest.
“Hey, love, how are you feeling?” Rafe whispers as he gently wipes away your tears.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper, voice hoarse from crying and moaning. “I’m sorry I was so mean.”
“We know you’re sorry, baby, and we forgive you,” Rafe murmurs in a soothing tone.
Barry responds from his place between your legs, squeezing your outer thigh reassuringly, “You were so good for us tonight, baby, taking your punishment so well.”
His words make you relax, your limbs heavy with orgasm and sleepiness, and their soothing hands begin to lull you to sleep.
Seeing this, Rafe says, “it’s okay baby, just go to sleep. We’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.” Not needing to be told twice you fall asleep with your two partners still taking care of you.
A/N: Okay so I will admit this is a little out of left field for me but I had the idea and had to write it and honestly I'm not sorry.
Description: Rafe needs to submit but Barry isn't home so the Reader has to step up.
Warnings: Rafe x Reader, Barry x Reader, Rafe x Barry, smut, light angst, light fluff, talks of cocaine, barely any plot, Sub!Rafe, Switch!Reader, Dom!Barry, pegging, praise kink, fingering (male and female recieving), spanking, sir kink, Rafe calls the Reader ma'am a couple times, female!Reader
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It’s about 12 in the afternoon when Rafe bursts in the door. You had been lounging on the living room couch, texting Barry while he’s on his lunch break when Rafe came rushing in. He stopped when he saw you but only for a moment, quickly moving on to the bedroom than the bathroom, obviously looking for something.
“Rafe, baby, what’s wrong?” You ask, unable to keep the worry from your voice, sitting up straight.
He pops back out of the bedroom, entering the bathroom with a slam of the door against the wall. “I’m looking for Barry.” He murmurs shakily and you immediately recognize the tone in his voice.
Without thinking about it, you shoot Barry a text saying 'rafes home he needs you' and then you toss your phone aside and stand, following Rafe down the hall.
He exits the bathroom, and you subtly step in the way of him returning back down the hall towards the exit, not wanting him to leave and do something stupid and knowing you would never be able to stop him with physical force. He subconsciously follows your urgings, striding back into the bedroom.
"I just need Barry, I need him to... I need." He grabs at his hair tight, obviously swiftly growing frustrated at his own inability to communicate.
You'd seen him like this a few times before, and Barry was always on top of it immediately, knowing what to do, what Rafe needed.
Rafe would come in, itching at his arms and saying that he needs, just needs something, needs Barry, he just needs and Barry would bend him over the nearest surface, ordering him around and manhandling him and praising him.
But Barry's not here and the last thing you need is Rafe tearing this house apart looking for coke when you both know Barry got rid of that shit, for him, a long time ago so he'd probably end up leaving and trying to get some somewhere else and shit what the fuck are you going to do-
And then it hits you.
"Rafe." You say his name in the most commanding tone you can muster, half expecting him to not listen to you, but instead, he snaps to attention, whipping around to look at you with wild, desperate eyes. "Bed now."
"Wha-"
"I said get on the bed, now." Your voice is stronger now as you grow more confident. Immediately the blonde boy scrambles onto the bed eager to obey.
"Undress yourself." You tell him, walking over to the dresser and opening the bottom drawer. In this drawer are your toys. In the beginning there had only been a couple things, easy to hide things that you could shove under piles of socks, but the more comfortable the boys got with you, and themselves, the more your collection had grown until you needed a whole own drawer for all your toys.
You clear your throat, reaching for the toy at the very back. "Color?"
"Green." He responds immediately, and you can feel a small smile tugging at your lips.
"Good boy." You praise, and can stop the shiver that runs down your spine when you hear him whimper.
In your hand you hold the gag gift Kelce and Topper had bought you last Christmas. It had sat at the back of the drawer, neither boys felt brave enough to bring up trying it and you sure as hell weren't going to bring it up first. In fact you had almost debated getting rid of it, seeing as it was just a gag gift collecting dust, but now you're glad you didn't because it was about to come in handy.
A strap-on.
You turn around, happy to see him completely stripped and laying on his back.
"Get on your hands and knees." You tell him, tossing the strap-on on the bed and beginning to strip yourself as you walk to the bedside table. You're completely naked by the time you reach, and he's on his hands and knees as you pull out a brand new bottle of lube.
You walk over to where the strap-on is, picking it up and stepping into it before adjusting the straps until it fits you snugly on the hips. Okay, so maybe you had done a little research on how to wear a strap-on. Just in case.
"I'm going to peg you, Rafe. Do you consent to this?" You ask as you pop the cap on the lube.
"Yes." He gasps, muscles flexing in his back and ass, hands tightening their hold on the blanket until his knuckles turn white.
You climb onto the bed, positioning yourself behind him and squirting a healthy amount of lube onto your fingers. "What's your safe word?"
"Pineapple." He says in a rushed voice, squirming a little.
You set down the closed lube so you can smack his ass with your fingertips. "No squirming."
"Yes ma'am."
Heat races up your neck and floods your face at the title, and you realize you quite like the sound of him calling you that is such a breathy voice.
You line up a finger with his asshole, applying light pressure until the ring of muscle begins to give and slowly the first finger slips inside. Thanks to the generous amount of lube, it's easier than you expected, and soon you're thrusting the one finger in and out with iase. You add a second finger, gentle so as not to hurt him, and he moans loud enough to drown out the cicadas outside.
"Please, ma'am, please please please please-"
"Use your words, baby boy," You chide, gently pinching the flesh of his ass-cheek. "Tell me what you want.
He makes a small hiccuping-gasping noise as he tries to find his words, worrying you for a moment but as you open your mouth to ask for his color he whines out "More, ma'am, please can you fuck me, please."
Unable to resist him, you speed up the process, scissoring your two fingers till he's loose enough to add a third, then grabbing the lube between your legs and popping the cap once more.
With probably anyone else you know you'd be worried about him not being stretched enough, but with Rafe you know the slight burn will ground him, and even add more pleasure, and you know he has no issue telling you if it starts to hurt too much.
You douse the dildo with lube until it begins to drip off then line the tip up with his entrance. He falls deathly silent, body stilling as he waits for you to make the next move.
You line up your hips, take a deep breath, then slowly begin to press into him. He falls forward onto his elbows, pressing his face into the blanket. You make sure to be gentle and slow to allow him to become accustomed to the intrusion, but you’re just about to get halfway in when he suddenly says, “Just do it already!”
Immediately you grab a handful of his hair, wrenching his neck back and slamming the dildo as deep as it can go.
He cries out, shuddering at the sudden feeling of being completely full, and you bring your hand down on his ass hard enough to make the skin red. “I’ll take my fucking time if I want to, and I’ll fuck you how I want and you’re going to be a good boy and take it. Is that understood?”
He nods rapidly, arching his back submissively, sliding back down to the sheets as you release his hair. You place two hands on his hips, carefully withdrawing then thrusting back in in a steady, increasing rhythm. You can tell when you hit his prostate, the muscles in his back spasming and a loud moan ripping from his throat.
“Good boy.” you praise, massaging the flesh of his ass and lower back. “Behaving so well, submitting so well for me.”
The skin of his shoulders and the back of his neck are already red, and only getting brighter and his breath has turned into pants mingled with breathy moans and you know he isn’t going to last long at all.
You speed up your thrusts, the slaps of your hips hitting his ass ringing out through the room as you target his prostate over and over again. You reach down, your thrusts only faltering for a moment, to wrap a hand around his penis.
The moment he feels you begin to move he shakes his head rapidly, whimpering out a weak “No.” before melting the second you touch him. “I’m not gonna last.” He whines, shame tingeing his voice. Obviously arousal overruns the shame because almost immediately he’s thrusting his hips in time with yours, chasing the climax quickly approaching.
The stress from whatever sent him into this spiral mixed with the intense desire to submit must have tired him out.
“Cum for me, Rafe.” You angle your hips to hit his prostate head on, using the most dominant voice you can muster in the moment. “Don’t you want to cum for me?”
The muscles of his ass and legs tense up, his whole body going still for a moment while you continue your thrusts, then he’s cumming with a low groan, warm liquid coating your fingers.
You slowly pull out of him, helping him to lower onto the bed, away from the cum spot. You wipe your hands on the blanket, then slide off the bed and remove the strap-on.
You grab tissues from the bedside table, the soft expensive kind gotten specifically for when the three of you have sex, and begin to clean him up, removing the cum and lube from his sweat-damp skin. You then toss the used tissues in the tiny wastebasket in the corner then gently pull the blanket out from underneath him. He doesn’t move to help you in any way, but allows you to move him as needed to remove the blanket from the bed and toss it in the corner of the room with the other dirty laundry.
You quickly walk to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and returning to the bedroom. You climb onto the bed, sitting next to your lover, intending to offer him the drink only to see he’s fallen fast asleep. Poor baby, he must have been more tuckered out than you realized.
After grabbing Rafe’s shirt from the floor and slipping it over your head you spend a minute collecting yourself and giving your legs a rest on the edge of the bed. You’re not used to being on the thrusting side of things, barely ever riding your partners seeing as they usually prefer you to be the one on your hands and knees, let alone fucking them. You’re startled by the sound of the door opening and shutting, and your eyes dart to Rafe’s face, but he doesn’t even twitch.
You stand slowly, testing your legs and after deciding they will indeed hold and you’re maybe being a little dramatic you quietly exit the room, not closing the door in case Rafe needs you.
Barry stands by the couch, holding your phone in his hands. His back is tense, and his expression worried, but the second he spots you he relaxes. He tosses the phone back onto the couch along with his own shit, meeting you in the middle to hug you. “Where is he?” he whispers.
You nibble on your lip nervously, motioning over your shoulder to the bedroom. He moves to walk past him, but you stop him with a hand on his chest.
“What?” he asks, but allows you to lead him to the couch.
You take a deep breath then explain what happened. How Rafe burst into the house, looking for him, how he was acting and how you barely had time to text Barry before you had to do something so he wouldn’t take off… and everything that came after that. By the time you’re done, you’re afraid you’re gonna break out into a sweat again from how embarrassed you are, unable to even look Barry in the eyes.
Barry grabs your chin, lifting your head to force you to look at him while his other hand pulls you into his lap so you’re straddling him.
“You did so well,” he whispers, lips close enough you can feel them brushing against your own, not quite kissing you yet. “Taking care of our boy like that, taking charge when he needed you. That was so strong of you.” The hand he had used to pull you into his lap slides under your shirt, and he chuckles when he finds no underwear. “I see you made this easy for-” he begins to say but he cuts himself off with a low groan when he feels how wet you are.
“Did you cum, baby?” You shake your head and he tuts, hiking your shirt up on your hips so it doesn’t slip down. “That just won’t do. After what you did, I think you’ve earned it.”
He rubs his hand up and down your outer thigh in a soothing motion, his other hand ghosts down, just barely bumping against your clit, and your hips jolt, chasing the contact. Barry grabs a hold of your thigh with one hand, the other locking tight around your waist to keep you still. “I got you, just relax and let me do the work.” He coos in your ear, comfortingly. “Don’t you want me to take care of you?” His voice drops an octave, mischievous but promising.
“Yes please, sir.” You whisper, doing your best to keep your hips from moving, choosing to tangle your fingers in the hem of your shirt to keep it up and to stop yourself from doing the work yourself.
He strokes the lips of your pussy tantalizingly. You whimper, hips seeking contact, but his other arm comes down to hold you in place. “Be patient,” he reminds you, “I'll take care of you.”
He gently nibbles on the skin of your neck as one finger enters you, thrusting in a little at a time. He adds a second one next, then a third, the stretch of his fingers stinging just enough to be pleasurable.
“Taking my fingers so well, little one,” He sighs in a low tone, fingers curling inside you to press against the spongy sweet spot deep in you. The heel of his hand presses to your clit, just as he applies the perfect amount of pressure to your g-spot.
You bite down on your lip hard, fingers digging into your hips, but you’re unable to stop yourself from arching your back. He smirks into your neck, obviously smug.
He scissors his fingers, stretching you and making you whine. His heel cants against your clit, and your hips jolt again, grinding down on him desperately.
“I’m sorry,” You gasp, hands slipping off your hips and catching on his biceps, digging into the muscle even harder and gaining a low groan in your ear, “I’m sorry, I just need to cum so bad-”
“It’s okay, baby,” he reassures, kissing below your earlobe, then kissing the earlobe itself, “I can feel you’re close. You’re close, aren’t you?”
You nod rapidly, moaning loudly as he increases the pressure on your clit. The tingling heat in your stomach builds and builds, heat rising through your entire body until it is almost unbearable and then it’s like a taut rubber band snapping.
You release hard around his fingers, hips stuttering against his hand uncontrollably and your nails raking against his bare arms.
He whispers reassuringly in your ear, cooing and telling you how good you are for him as you come down from your high. You relax into his chest, barely noticing as he pulls his hand from between you so he can use it to cup the back of your thigh. He lifts you up with a small huff, carrying you out of the living room and down the hall back to the bedroom. He tiptoes to the bed, slowly lowering you onto the sheet so as to not wake Rafe who still sleeps soundly. He kicks off his shoes before joining you, curling up next to you so you’re pressed between the two boys.
“What about you?” You whisper, barely able to keep your eyes open.
He shakes his head, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry about me, baby, just sleep now.”
Unable to resist, you let your eyes slide shut and you slip into a peaceful sleep.
more rarry x reader content pls, i’m begging :’) some fluff would prob take me out
Attention Seeking
A/n: Your wish is my command, one fluffy Rafebarry fic coming right up. This is a little silly and a little fluffy but don't worry, I'll be putting out more fluffy fics soon <3
Description: You just wanted some attention.
Prompt: Rafebarry + stroking their leg
Description: Rafe x Reader, Barry x Reader, Barry x Reader, fluff, I made this one a female reader because the nicknames just felt right, so I'm sorry for that.
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Today was a slow day. Not too sunny or too warm, the crickets chirping pleasantly and not a single one of Barry’s clients in sight.
The man in question lounges on the couch, leaning against the arm with one leg on either side of you. You lean back against his chest with his arms around you and a book in his hands. Rafe sits opposite of you, long legs strewn over the two of you and his phone in his hand.
You had been texting your friend but now they weren’t responding so you’re guessing their date had finally arrived at the restaurant. Rafe chuckles at something on his phone, breaking the serene silence, and you can feel the bit of contentness in your chest start to falter. Now you want something. He brings up his other hand to text whoever he’s talking too a smile blossoming on his face from amusement and your chest pulls a little. You want his attention.
Barry flips the page of his book, shifting his head so his chin sits more comfortably on your shoulder. Past his hand you see both of their bare legs and get an idea.
You slowly, innocently, reposition your hands to be touching their bare legs. Rafe’s eyes flicker up to watch you carefully and Barry tenses a little out of surprise and you know you’ve caught their attention.
Not wanting to have to outwardly ask for it, you continue to act innocent, slowly rubbing their legs with your thumbs. Their eyes stay on you till you can feel yourself about to start squirming from the attention, so you look up and make eye contact with Rafe.
“What?” You ask in your most innocent voice possible. “Is there something on my face?”
“You know what you’re doing.” Rafe states simply, tossing his phone gently onto the table.
You shift your place on Barry’s chest so you can look at him too. “Do you know what he’s talking about?”
“Yeah, I do… but I think you know too, doll.” He drawls, looking past you to make eye contact with Rafe. His eyes turn mischievous and you barely have a moment to react before they’re both on you.
Four hands slide over your sides and across your stomach, tickling you mercilessly. You squirm and try to pull away, choking down giggles and choosing instead to curse their names.
“Barry! Rafe! Let go of me-” You squeal when Rafe finds your most ticklish spot and you jerk hard enough you almost slip off the couch and Rafe and Barry have to pull you back up only to continue tickling you as soon as you’re stable again.
You have a moment of realization about how to get back at them and immediately spring to action. You shoot out your hands, finding Rafe’s ribs and tickling.
He yelps, jumping back on instinct and you crow in victory. You whip around, moving to tickle Barry but you’re pulled back into a warm, solid chest. He locks his arms around your own, stopping you from getting away and Barry leans forward onto his knees in front of you on the couch.
He leans in very close, smirking and brushing his hand up my side. “Oh… silly little girl,” he whispers, so close you can feel his warm breath on your lips. “You’re in for it now.”
Description: Rafe comes home drunk and informs Barry he is, in fact, short.
Prompt: Rafe and Barry + patting the other’s head
Warnings: Rafe x Reader, Barry x Reader, Rafe x Barry, fluff, drunk Rafe, fanon Barry and Rafe
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You and Barry were peacefully watching Pride and Prejudice, well you are peaceful, Barry was forced to watch this, when Rafe stumbles in, hitting two walls and slamming the door behind him. Barry opens his mouth to chastise Rafe for slamming the door, but you lay a hand on his arm telling him to wait.
Rafe had gone out with his friends, Kelce and Topper, to a party and had probably drank, meaning he was probably drunk and didn't mean to slam the door behind him.
The slam seems to startle Rafe, and he whips around, raising his fists as though he’s going to fight the door. When he sees it was just the door he relaxes, and gently brushes his knuckles against the door in a faux punch. He gets into a bit of a groove, fake boxing the door with a loopy smile on his face.
"Rafe?" You call out, startling him again.
He goes to turn but his feet get tangled and he stumbles a bit. His arms fly out to catch him but he evens his balance in time so he doesn't faceplate on the floor.
"You're drunk." You observe and he shrugs, shuffling over to one of Barry's shelves and beginning to fiddle with one of his figurines.
"Yeah what of it?"
"You drive here, country club?" Barry asks, removing his arm from around your shoulders and pushing himself to his feet. He walks over to Rafe, grabbing his wrist and pulling it away from the shelf. He rights the figurine, making Rafe pout.
"It looked better how I had it." He tells Barry, swallowing thickly, and then walking around Barry towards the couch.
Barry grabs him by the back of the shirt, pulling him back. "Uh uh. Nope, you are not passing out on the couch."
"Rafe, did you drive here?" You try asking and he actually answers you.
"Yeahp! Are you proud of me? Made it all the way here and I am-" He hiccups, running a hand through his hair, "Absolutely fucking shitfaced."
With a small sigh you pause the movie and walk over to Rafe, taking his hand in yours and leading him down the hallway.
You push on his shoulders with a light amount of force, hoping he'll roll with it and collapse onto the bed but instead his whole torso goes tense and he raises his chin.
"No! I don't want to go to bed yet!" He states, trying to sound sure as his voice takes on a small whining twinge.
Barry steps up next to you, raising an eyebrow at him. "And why's that?"
Rafe seems at a loss of words, eyes darting around the room as he looks for an answer.
Finally he settles on the mirror above Barry's dresser, and spots his jacket. "My jacket!" He exclaims, a little too loud, "I still have my jacket on. Can't sleep in my jacket."
Barry smiles, his gold tooth catching charmingly in the light, and steps up so him and Rafe are now chest to chest.
He reaches up, grabbing the zipper just as Rafe raises his own hand… and places it on Barry's head. Both you and Barry freeze as Rafe gently taps his head, smile slowly returning to his face.
"So short." He murmurs, letting his hand run back to fondle Barry's bun. He pulls out the tie, making Barry's hair fall to his shoulders. He runs a hand through Barry's hair as Barry lightly shakes his head at Rafe's antics.
"This fucking kid. I'd kick his ass for a comment like that if he was sober." Barry says to you, even though both of you know it's not true.
Barry gets Rafe out of his jacket, and actually manages to get Rafe to lay on the bed. Well, almost all of Rafe. His feet still hang off the side like dead weights and Rafe makes no move to put them on the bed.
"Rafe? Your feet." You question.
"I don't want to put my shoes on the bed." He slurs, visibly struggling to keep his eyes open. "Take them off." He commands.
You and Barry make eye contact and you can see the annoyance in his eyes, making you giggle. "I'll take one, you take the other?" You ask, and move to remove his shoe without waiting for Barry's response.
Once his shoes are off, he picks up his legs and flops his feet onto the bed with a tiny grunt.
"Hey Barry?" He gets the man's attention, motioning for him to get closer. "Can I tell you something?" He requests, tucking a strand of hair behind Barry's ear once he bends over to get as close as Rafe wants him.
"Sure, pretty boy. What do you want to tell me?"
Rafe sniffs, his hand trailing down to Barry's chin, where he pokes once at Barry's bottom lip.
"You're like… so short. Your just like really short. Did you know that?"
Barry snaps back into a standing position, immediately turning on his heel and walking quickly out the room. "Go to bed you fuckin' deviant." He calls over his shoulder.
You step up to the drunk boy, not bothering to hold back your amused smile.
"Good night, handsome." You murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"I love you." He tries to whisper back, but his voice is a little too loud to be a whisper. "Will you tell Barry I love him too?
You nod, pulling a blanket up and draping it over his chest, "I'll tell him. I love you too."
With that you leave the room, shutting the door behind you and walking back to the living room.
Barry is back in his seat on the couch, arms crossed and an annoyed expression his face.
"Damn boy. Lucky he's so damn pretty or I'd punch him right in his fuckin' face. Lots of audacity, he has, fuckin' calling me short."
"Alright, Barry." You place a soothing hand on his arm, kissing him on the cheek as you snuggle into his side. "He also wanted me to tell you he loves you."
Barry immediately softens before catching himself and forcing the annoyed look back on his face. "Yeah, yeah. He's only saying that to get back in my good graces."
"I think he's too drunk to realize he fell out of your good graces." You joke, pulling a chuckle from your partner.
"Yeah, he really was shitfaced, huh?"
You both laugh at that, and he puts an arm back around your shoulders, holding onto you tightly to kiss you on the top of the head.
A/n: This isn't edited but when is any of my shit ever edited
Description: Rafe and the reader want to go to the beach but Barry wants to spend time with them at home. They compromise by going to the beach.
Prompt: Rafe and Barry + Holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together
Warnings: Rafe x Reader, Barry x Reader, Rafe x Barry, fluff, Barry is a homebody, recreational cliff jumping, sass
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Today is possibly the nicest day you guys have had all year, weather-wise at least. It is sunny, not a cloud in the sky but still a comfortable 70 degrees thanks to the wind. Everyone is in a good mood, and having a blast at the beach. People took the day off from work, and even metaphorically from being a pogue or a kook or a touron so they could all share the beaches on such a nice day.
All of this doesn’t explain why you, Rafe and Barry are still at his trailer, cooped up inside.
“Come on, Barry, you’ll love it I promise.” Rafe pleads, coming up behind his partner to hug him as he pops open the beer he had just retrieved from the fridge.
Barry pulls out of Rafe’s arms, shaking his head. “No, I’m not going to the damn beach. Why would I choose to be around a bunch of idiots getting sand in places where sand don’t belong when I could be here: happy and sandless with you two?”
“Y/n, can I get some help here?” He asks, plopping down onto the couch with a huff.
Rafe and Barry both turn to look at you expectantly. “Well…” You think on it… “I know a special part of the beach that I’ve never seen anyone else at. It’s secluded, lots of shade and no one will bother us.” You reach out, taking Barry’s hand in yours and running your thumb over the back of his hand.
He looks between you and Rafe before sighing. “Fine.” He gives in and Rafe’s whiney expression turns triumphant.
Barry drags his feet through getting the bags together, and when You go down your mental checklist, naming things out loud for him to check for, he only responds in half-hearted grunts. He drags his feet getting out of the car and then drags his feet all the way to the secret spot you were talking about, barely saying 5 words the whole time.
The three of you break through the small amount of underbrush you have to trek through to reach the spot and then you’re greeted by a stunning view of the clear blue sky meeting the shinning ocean horizon. The spot itself is a decent sized clearing on a small cliff maybe 30 feet above the water. There’s a small rocky pathway to the left side that’s maybe a one minute trek that can be used as stairs to a small sandy beach area.
You glance over to Barry, smiling to yourself when you see his reaction to the beautiful area.
“What do you think?” You ask, setting down your tote bag as you turn to face him.
His eyes snap to you as he schools his expression, probably hoping you didn’t see how impressed he was. “It’s alright.” He grumbles, tossing his bag down next to yours.
You pull the blanket from your bag, setting it on the ground as Rafe strips off his shirt, and begins the trek down to the beach.
“Where’s he going?” Barry asks, stretching out his neck in an attempt to get a better look without moving.
“There’s a little path that way,” You explain. “It leads to the beach area I was telling you about. You finish setting up the blanket and pull out the sunscreen. Even if Rafe is crazy enough to not wear sunscreen you’re not. “Will you be swimming with us?”
You know he had changed into swimming trunks and brought a change of shorts, or rather Rafe had forced him to, but you didn’t know if he was actually willing to swim with you guys. Barry thinks on it quietly as he watches you rub the sunscreen into your skin. When it’s time for you to do your back he walks over and takes the sunscreen from you without you even having to ask.
His rough hands gently massage the sunscreen into your skin, the both of you quiet until he finally says, “Yeah, I guess I will.”
With a gleeful smile you whip around, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you, baby.” You giggle, and then you quickly begin to apply the sunscreen to him before you drag him down the pathway.
The two of you meet Rafe there, who’s already waist-deep in the water. He turns when he sees you coming, smiling as he sees you dragging Barry behind you.
“Decided to join us, Barry?”
“Shut up, country club,” he grumbles just loud enough for Rafe to hear him. He hesitates at the water’s edge, glancing out towards the horizon then back at his partners.
“Don’t worry, you’re as far from made of sugar as someone can get. The water won’t melt you.” Rafe teases, a playful smirk blossoming on his face as Barry immediately gets a disgruntled look on his face.
“Alright, that’s it pretty boy, I’m gonna kick yo’ ass.” And with that Barry storms into the water after Rafe.
Maybe 40 minutes later the three of you pull yourselves back up to the cliffside, all smiles and loose limbs as you collapse on the blanket with tired sighs.
“You have to admit, that was a lot of fun.” You say to Barry as you grab his hand, giving it a squeeze. He rolls his eyes, not agreeing or disagreeing with what you said.
Rafe sits up on his elbows so he can see Barry from where he lays on your opposite side. “And to think none of this would have happened if we had sat on our asses in your trailer like you wanted.”
Barry turns to glare at Rafe, but the tall boy’s attention is already caught on something else. He stares towards the cliff’s edge as his expression slowly turns from teasing to scheming.
“Rafe… whatcha thinking about?” You ask, curious but also nervous. Most of his schemes end very, very badly.
“I want to jump off the cliff.” He states, then keeps to his feet with surprising ease.
You quickly stand after him, catching up only to grab his wrist and pull him back. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, baby…” You murmur, looking out at the water nervously.
“Babe.” He pulls you a couple steps forward, then motions down to the water at the edge of the cliff, “It’s maybe 25 feet, 30 if we’re pushing it. There's no rocks at the bottom, I would have noticed that when we were swimming.” He then takes both your hands in his, pulling you close to him till your chests are brushing and he can wrap his arms around your middle. “Jump with me,” He whispers sweetly, leaning over to brush his lips against yours seductively. Oh boy, are you really contemplating jumping off a cliff with this boy just because he asked nicely? Yes. Yes you are.
“Uh uh. Nope.” Barry pushes himself to his feet, shaking his head as he does. “Not happenin’.”
“Come one, Barry-” Rafe tries the same tactic on him, pulling him in and leaning down to brush a kiss to his lips but Barry simply leans back and shakes his head again.
“You’re fuckin’ crazy, baby boy, ain’t no way I’m lettin’ either of you jump off that damn cliff. Not a way in hell.”
“It’s completely safe.” Rafe tries to reason, “there’s no rocks at the bottom, we all know how to swim, it’s barely even 30 feet. We’ll be fine.” When Barry still doesn’t budge Rafe tries a different tactic. “Why don’t you come with us? It’ll be fun…” Rafe slides his hand from the middle of Barry’s back down to teasingly cup his ass, “Get the blood pumping. He murmurs, leaning in for another kiss. Barry ducks away again, shaking his head, though his movements are slower and more hesitant this time.
Rafe turns his puppy eyes on you, obviously expecting you to back him up.
You bite your lip, looking between your two partners. Rafe is set on this, you can tell by the stubborn look in his eyes, and Barry is already visibly bending to Rafe’s will. You don’t doubt Rafe’s hand still palming Barry’s ass cheek is helping with that.
With a small sigh and a glance over your shoulder and down at the water you say, “Rafe is right, Bear. It's only 30 feet. It will be fun."
Barry stares at you like you grew two heads, then slowly his shoulders slump and he lets out a groan. "Damnit," he mutters, pulling out of Rafe's arms.
"Fine. Fine, I'll fuckin' jump." He huffs, beginning to mutter under his breath, "Fuckin' crazy, ya' both are."
Rafe and you stand next to each other, facing the water, and with one last unintelligible grumble, he joins you. You wonder if Rafe is going to count to 3, or just jump, when suddenly you feel two warm hands grab ahold of your own at the same time. Rafe's hand is slightly larger, smoother, while Barry's is rough and holds onto your hand like you'll die if he doesn't.
"Alright." Rafe finally says, sounding slightly out of breath already. "On 3? One… two… three."
And then he's jumping, and so are you, pulling Barry down with you guys. Only a few seconds later you connect with the water, letting go of their hands on instinct so you can swim back to the top. You break the surface, inhaling the air deeply as you search for your partners. Rafe surfaces, then Barry, and you smile widely as you make eye contact with the both of them. A bout of giddy adrenaline rips a giggle from your throat and then all three of you are laughing as you hold yourself afloat in the water. The three of you swim the short distance to the beach.
"You two are fuckin' crazy," Barry chuckles, shaking his head with a fond look in his eyes. "You're fuckin' crazy people."
"We're your crazy people," Rafe states with a lopsided smirk, shaking the water from his hair.
Prompt: Rafe and Barry + hiding their face in the other’s neck
Warnings: Rafe x Reader, Barry x Reader, Rafe x Barry, fluff, reader is afraid of thunder, fanon Barry and Rafe
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Another loud crack of thunder echoes through the small trailer, causing you to whimper and press your face further into Rafe’s neck. He chuckles, pulling you tighter to his body as he says, “I still can’t believe you’re afraid of thunder.”
You whine pathetically, squirming in your seat on his lap so you have enough space to hit his chest. “Stop teasing me, okay, thunder is scary.” He doesn’t comment and you can't see his face from this angle but you just know he’s laughing at you. “It isn’t funny, Rafe!” You huff, pulling away just in time to watch him laugh traitorously at your fear.
“You’re right,” He giggles, “it’s not funny.”
Another roll of thunder startles you into squeaking and diving back into his arms, which only makes him laugh harder.
“Screw you, Rafe Cameron.” You mutter, frowning to show your discontent, even though you know he can’t see it.
“If you want I can leave,” He offers, voice trailing off as he moves to pick you up and out of his lap.
“No!” You exclaim, latching onto his middle with a vice grip. “Don’t you dare abandon me at a time like this!”
He situates himself so he’s sitting back on the couch in a comfortable position with you still straddling him with your arms around his middle and your face in his neck.
“You know, Barry wouldn’t laugh at me.” You blatantly lie to your boyfriend, in an attempt to make him feel bad.
Rafe snorts, not believing you for a second. “Okay, I don’t know which Barry you’re talking about, but it’s definitely not our boyfriend because he’s going to be home from work any second, and then we will be laughing at you together.”
As if summoned, the front door slams open to welcome in your swearing, aggravated, and absolutely drenched partner.
He huffs, tearing his water-logged jacket off and tossing it on the floor as he mutters angrily about the weather. He walks right past you and Rafe, who yells, “Welcome home babe,” after him, down to the bathroom where retrieving a towel, then to the bedroom. He comes back out wearing new, dry clothes a few moments later.
He tosses the towel back in the bathroom as he passes it, peering down the hall and you and Rafe. “You two cuddlin’ without me?” He asks, now close enough that you can reach out to tug on his shirt.
“Come cuddle-” You begin to demand but you’re cut off by another loud crack of thunder.
You jump, hand shooting back into the safe area between you and Rafe and you snuggle back into him so you can no longer see the world around you. Yeah, here is good. You don’t need to tell Barry to join you guys, he’ll do it himself when he’s ready.
“What’s this?” Barry asks, taking notice of your reaction to the thunder, “Poor thing’s afraid of a little thunder?”
He murmurs something to Rafe that you can’t hear and then you’re being moved around until you’re resting between their two bodies, legs tucked up on the couch so they’re close but still facing you.
“It’s alright, lovebug, we got ya,” Barry whispers close to your ear, pressing a comforting kiss to the side of your head. “We ain’t gonna let the thunder hurt you.”
A/n: For this one I mixed two requests, so I hope that's okay!
Requests: Could I request sum Barry fluff where he is just extra touchy and just wants to cuddle with reader; Could you do a Barry fic in where reader wears Barrys clothes all the time and he thinks its really cute
Description: Barry loves it when you wear his clothes.
Word count: 1k
Content warning: Barry x Reader, pet names (love, doll), fluff, suggestive themes at the end
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It had started out simple. You and Barry were at the part of your relationship where you were always at his house, but you weren’t technically moved in. The both of you had slept in late one of the days you had work and you had checked the clock only to see you had 10 minutes to get ready and get out the door.
You didn’t have time to go back to your house and get clothes, so you threw on yesterday’s pants and stole one of Barry’s band shirts. It had been large on you, admittedly, but you had simply tied it up (with a hair tie you stole from Barry) and you were as ready as you were going to be.
But Barry was in awe. He watched from the couch, the steaming cup of coffee in his hands a distant memory as you leaned down to peck him on the lips. It was the first time you had worn his clothes, and it was small to you, but Barry thought about it all day and when you got home it took all of his power to keep himself from being all over you.
It had been months now, and since he hadn't ever asked you to stop, wearing his clothes became a regular occurrence. But no matter how much time passes, no matter how much he sees it, it never fails to stop him in his tracks.
Today has been a long day. Barry had gotten up early in the morning, before the sun even rose, to get to the shop before everyone else. All you knew was some rich kook was paying Barry extra to fix his son’s motorcycle that he had drunkenly trashed before his son’s 16th birthday, a week away. Barry needs all the hours he can get with the bike, and it hurts that he has to take those out of the hours he gets to see you, but he needs the money.
When Barry gets home it’s well past sunset and the house is quiet. He shuts the front door quietly behind him, stepping carefully across the old floor down to the bathroom where he strips down out of his mechanics suit. He leaves the room in just his boxers, approaching the bedroom. He pauses, listening inside. No sounds, no movement, so he gingerly pushes the door open, wincing when it creaks.
He pokes his head inside, relaxing when he sees your shadow covered form still laying still in the bed. Barry enters the room, grabbing the first pair of shorts he sees and pulling them on before crawling right in bed next to you. You’ve taken up most of it, leg swung outward and arm reaching for the opposite side of the bed, the side he usually lays on.
The sight makes him smile, and he waits a second to see if climbing into the bed disturbed you, but when you don’t even move he can’t help but feel a little disappointed. He knows it’s late, and he had told you not to stay up because he didn’t know when he’d be home. But it’d be nice to get to talk to you, to see your wide smile and hear your laugh. He reaches out, running a feather-light fingertip across your cheek. You shift in your sleep, turning just a little so your head falls out of reach. Barry sighs, rolling onto his back and decides it's best he just falls asleep as well.
When Barry wakes up the sun is shining through the window, shining in the mirror on the back of the closet door and bouncing right into his eyes. He groans, rolling onto his side, and rubbing at the assaulted eye. He opens them, to make sure there’s no damage, and is met with the sight of you still sprawled across the bed. Now you face him, cheeks and nose lit up by the morning light, and lips slightly parted. You’re wearing his clothes again, one of his tank tops and a pair of his sleeping shorts. Barry’s eyes linger first on the clothing, then flits up to your lips, wanting to kiss you but not wanting to wake you at the same time.
Barry is only looking at you for a moment when your eyelashes flutter, and your eyes begin to open. Barry immediately looks away, out the window, not wanting to be caught staring.
“Good morning.” You say sleepily.
“Good morning, love.” He hums back as you stretch.
He reaches out, twisting his fingers in the hem of your - his - shirt and pulls you to him. You come willingly, rolling forward to lay half on him, lazily allowing your boyfriend to position you how he likes. He grabs the upper thigh of the leg closest to him, pulling up to drape it across his own legs. You wrap an arm around his middle as you snuggle into his shoulder, smiling.
“Definitely a good morning.”
He kisses the top of your head, and things are quiet for a while before he says, “I love seeing you in my clothes, doll.”
You tilt your head till you can look at him. “Really?” You ask, your smile growing to split your features.
He nods, running his hands along your side. “You look so damn cute wearing my clothes ‘round the house, and nothing else.” He groans, “And don’t even get me started on when you wear my clothes out the house, knowing everyone you see is gonna know those ain’t your clothes. They’ll know those clothes belong to me,” He grabs your waist with both his hands, pushing you to lay on your back as he hovers over you.
“That you belong to me…” He whispers, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours.
“I belong to you, huh?” You murmur back, smirking a little as he begins to kiss your jawline. He hums his agreement and you let him kiss you for just a moment longer before you move quickly, pushing his shoulders till he’s the one on his back and you’re straddling his abdomen.
He looks pleasantly surprised, eyes wide but completely focused on you. “Yours huh? I don’t know…”
You nod slowly, playing along with the faux coy tone to his voice. You pretend to think about it before saying as you slowly begin to slide down his body, “Well… I guess I’ll just have to do some convincing.”
He groans, letting his eyes shut and head fall back against the pillow. “I am more than alright with that.”
A/n: So this was a request by an Anon but I copied the request, closed out of tumblr, went back to tumblr and tumblr had deleted the ask so :/
Description: Barry snaps at you and then makes up for it.
Word count: 2k
Content warning: Barry x Reader, pet names (baby, doll), yelling and arguing, reader cries a little bit but gets over it, fluff
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Barry came home mad. That much was apparent, when he stormed in slamming the door behind him hard enough the pictures on the walls rattled. He walked right past the kitchen, down the hall and into the bathroom without a second glance. You know when he comes home angry he goes into the bathroom to collect himself for a few moments before coming back out to vent to you about his day, so you shut off the tv and wait a couple moments till the bathroom door opens.
He’s stripped out of his mechanic’s jumper, leaving him in a white tank top and boxers.
He walks out into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
“Hey baby, long day?”
He grumbles something under his breath, opening one of the drawers and pulling out the bottle opener.
You stand up, moving around the coffee table as you say, “I didn’t hear-”
“Damnit!” He curses suddenly, slamming the hand holding the bottle opener down ont he counter as he whirls to look at you, “Can’t I get five fucking minutes to fucking breath? I just got home from working a shift at the shop, where there’s no fucking air conditioner, in 90 degree wheather! I’d like to come home and just get a fucking beer without being badgered. Is that too much to fucking ask?” He shouts at you.
You’re taken aback by the sudden outburst, and against your will tears start to well in your eyes. Usually when Barry gets home he immediately wants all of your attention, sitting on the couch and pulling you into his lap as he vents to you about his day, pressing his face into your hair and running his hands up and down your sides. Affectionate, needy, lovey. You knew he had been stressed lately. His only employee at the pawn shop had quit, so he was juggling dealing and his pawn shop all by himself. He had even dropped his ‘mechanic for hire’ side job, the only job he had that he actually liked, because he just didn’t have the time for it. But as stressed as he’s been in the past month he hasn’t once taken it out on you.
“Babe, I didn’t mean-” You try to reason, wiping your eyes.
“I don’t fucking care what you meant! You have no fucking clue how stressed I am, I am being stretched so fucking thin with dealing, and the pawnshop, and taking care of you and this house, and all you do is sit at home all day and do nothing! What, some dishes here, making dinner once a week, that’s it! Leaving me to do the fucking rest of it!” He spits, then storms away, hands thrown in the air. He enters your bedroom, slamming the door behind him so hard the cupboards rattle.
It had been Barry who had told you to quit your job. Before everything went down with the pawnshop, things were good. You had a steady cash flow, and they didn’t really need your income, so he had told you to quit your job and focus solely on your studies. Barry also knew you hate cleaning, and the only cleaning either of you did was on Sundays, when the two of you clean together and make a game out of it. As for dinner, it’s so damn hot in the summer that using the stove would cook the both of you alive.
Besides, you aren’t some fucking maid, it’s not your job to do the cooking and the cleaning!
The more you think about Barry’s speech the more angry you get, and the less sad you get, and quickly your tears begin to dry up. Fuck him! Furiou.
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It took Barry just over an hour to reappear. The sun had set, and your stomach was starting to grumble, but you hadn’t moved from your seat on the couch. You were adamant you weren’t going to make dinner. Not with the shit he had said! You weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction.
When he does reappear, he’s slinking out of the bedroom, beer in hand, and long hair hanging down to cover his face as he shuffles into the kitchen. He sets the empty beer bottle in the sink, and leans against the counter to face you. He waits a moment, obviously expecting you to react to his presence in some way. No, if he wants your attention he can work for it.
He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face, then says in a soft voice, “I’m sorry, baby.”
“I'm not your fucking maid.” You hiss, not taking your eyes off the screen.
“I know.”
“I’m not going to do your cooking and your cleaning, and act like some fuckin’-” Your words come to a halt for a second as you look for the terminology you want, “1950s housewife!”
“I know, baby.”
You finally break, grabbing the remote and slamming your finger on the pause button before whipping your head to glare at him. “And you’re the one in the first fuckin’ place who told me to quit my job, so I can focus on my classes! You told me not to worry about working and money, that you would take care of it! You told me that, and now you’re getting angry at me?! For doing what you fuckin’ wanted??”
He’s silent for a moment, letting the words hang in the air.
“I’m sorry, doll, I-” He cuts himself off, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said that shit to you, it was just a really hot day at the shop and only three people came in today so there was no reason to suffer there for 8 hours. But that isn’t an excuse, there’s no reason for me to be treating you like that.”
You can hear the authenticity in his voice, and you can see the shame written all over his face, and in the way his head’s still hanging and his shoulders are slumped.
The anger in your chest starts to fizzle out, your mood softening. You could never stay mad at Barry for long. You stand from the couch, walking towards him wordlessly.
He immediately accepts your hug as you wrap your arms around him, burying his head in your hair. “I’m sorry.” he murmurs into your neck, then burrows deeper till his nose and lips press against your warm skin.
“I know, and I accept your apology.” You whisper back, bringing one of your hands up to cradle the back of his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He says quickly, arms tightening around your middle.
“But you can’t treat me like that again. If you’re having a bad day you need to communicate that with me. If you need a couple moments when you get home, then just let me know. Okay?”
“Okay.”
The two of you stand in silence for a moment, just holding each other, before you half-joke, “You better have some sort of plan to make this up to me.”
He chuckles, pulling back enough to look at you. He thinks about it a moment, eyes bouncing around your features before landing on your own. “How about I take you out to dinner? The Wreck?”
You smile widely, nodding. “Yes! Let me get dressed!”
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The date was perfect. By the time the two of you had reached the restaurant, there was no longer any festering anger or hurt, and the restaurant itself was great. The temperature was just right, it was crowded enough you didn’t feel awkward, and it wasn’t so crowded the service was slow. You both got your favorites off the menu, and when it was over Barry paid.
As he guides you out of the restaurant and towards the bike, he pauses. He looks to his right down the street and you follow his eyes, trying to notice what he’s noticing. He steps up behind you, pointing to a sign that reads, ‘Cherry On Top.’
“Want to try out the new ice cream place?” He asks, and you nod excitedly.
The two of you choose to walk, since it’s only a couple buildings down, and stand off to the side as you read the menu.
“They have so many flavors!” You whisper to him, surprised at the variety. You then point down in the corner, “Look, they even have vegan and vegetarian options. And gluten free cones!”
“Okay, this has to be owned by a kook- '' He mutters, cutting off when you elbow him in the ribs playfully.
You both decide what you want, and step up to the counter to give the lady your order. You barely have to wait, and then you’re being handed back your cones. The two of you walk around the other side to the sitting area, choosing the table with two chairs in the back corner.
You sit, enjoying your ice cream and chatting while you eat, until suddenly Barry holds out his hand and his ice cream.
“A bite for a bite?” He asks.
“... you bite your ice cream?” You ask, knowing he doesn’t but wanting to fuck with him anyways. “What are you, a psychopath?”
“No, I don’t bite my icecream-”
“I dunno, do I know that, you said ‘a bite for a bite’...” You trail off and he rolls his eyes at your antics.
“You know what I meant-”
“Do I? Or have I been dating an ice cream biter this whole time-”
“You saw me, just now, eating my ice cream-”
“I wasn’t looking at you.” You state, admitly. You had been looking at him the entire time. Of course you had been, how could you look at anything else. You fumble for something else to be looking at, then spot the scene behind him. “I was looking at the string of lights behind you.”
“Oh really?” He snarks, looking over his shoulder at the lights, and without even thinking you scoop up some of your ice cream onto your finger and smear it across his cheek.
He gasps, and jumps back a little, looking at you with wide eyes. He reaches up, touching his cheek and then looking at his hand. “You didn’t!” His hand darts out, smearing the same ice cream onto your cheek faster than you can move away.
Your eyes nearly pop out of your head, “You didn’t!” You mimic, watching as a mischievous smile splits his features, “Oh you’re on!” You leap forward, smearing your ice cream on his face, and he jumps up, quickly scooping some ice cream onto his hand and touching it to your nose. The two of you trade swipes of ice cream until you realize you’ve run out of ice cream you can reach.
“I’m out!” you shriek as he goes in to swipe at your cheek. “I’m out of ice cream! Mercy!”
You try to turn your face away, cackling as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back against his chest. He uses the other hand to smear the ice cream across your face. You squeal, squirming in his hold, and he only holds you to you tighter. The ice cream runs down your face, making you feel sticky and gross as it begins to dry and get tacky.
“Ew, the ice cream is drying.” You complain in between giggles.
“Oh here, let me get that for you,” He says, and you’re so sure he’s just going to wipe more ice cream on you, but then something hot and wet is running up your cheek.
“Are you licking me?!” You screech, squirming again. He laughs so hard he can’t lick you again, his chest shaking against your back, and you can’t help but laugh too.
“Um, excuse me-”
The both of you jump apart immediately, to see the employee who took your order standing there. “Um, if you’re going to be um… can you guys leave? You’re disturbing the peace.”
The two of you take one look at each other, and then you’re both dying of laughter. Barry grabs your hand, pulling you away and you two walk as fast as you can out of there and up the street. You don’t stop until you’ve reached the bike, then Barry is laughing so hard he has to sit down on the bike. You lean on his shoulder, laughing as well.
“The first thing I’m going to do when I get home,” You say in between laughs, “Is take a shower.”
content warning: fem! reader, pet names (baby, beautiful, my girl, love), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), very light praise kink
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Barry had tried being patient, but he’d been up for over an hour now and you were still sound asleep. Barry had tried whispering your name, running the tip of his finger along your cheekbone and jawline, gently running a hand down your spine, but none of his efforts had received more than a shiver in reaction.
Now he ups his efforts, leaning over your sleeping form to kiss a ring around your ear and down your neck. You shift in your sleep, humming lightly as he makes his way back up to your ear, gently pulling your earlobe between his teeth.
"Baby, it’s time to wake up.” He murmurs right next to your ear, then kisses your cheek.
Your eyes flutter open slowly, a low noise escaping your lips as he kisses along your jawline, sucking lightly where your jaw meets your throat.
"Good morning.” You hum, reaching up a hand to tangle in his hair.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He returns, nipping playfully before soothing the sting with his tongue.
He runs a hand up your leg, rubbing his thumb against your inner thigh tantalizingly. “Too tired.” You tell him in a sleepy voice, and he chuckles against your neck.
He kisses his way back up till his face hovers over yours. “Then let me do all the work.” He whispers, kissing your nose, then the space between your eyebrows. “I promise I’ll make you feel really good.” He says in a singsong voice, and you give in.
“Alright, but I’m not doing a single thing.” You warn him and he smirks mischievously.
“Fine by me.”
He returns to the collar of your shirt, kissing along it till he reaches you cleavage where he begins to suck a faint bruise. His hands toy with the hem of your shirt, pushing it up to reveal your underwear.
“You know I’ve been waiting an hour for you to wake up, and I haven’t had breakfast yet… I’m getting kind of hungry.” The slow heat in your abdomen triples in size, and your hips lift just enough to let him know you’re interested.
He laughs at your ministrations, taking the hint and skipping over your shirt to hover over your covered arousal. He presses a kiss to your slit through the fabric before pulling it down your legs and tossing it over the edge of the bed.
He begins to suck at the skin of your thigh, teasing you with how close he is to where you really want him to be.
You draw in a shaky breath and dig your nails into his shoulders when he gently bites at the sensitive skin he was just abusing. He moves closer, revolving between sucking roughly at your skin and gently scraping his teeth over the sensitive spots. He pauses when you raise your hips, wordlessly begging him to get on with it, but only for a moment before he tenderly places a kiss to your wet lips.
You inhale at the contact, but moan when he runs his tongue all the way up your slit. He slowly uses the tip of his tongue to push your lips apart, grazing it over your soaked entrance, all the way up to your clit. He circles your clit slowly, without direct pressure on it before moving down to push his tongue inside your entrance. You immediately give in with how wet you are and he slowly fucking you with his tongue, draping an arm over your waist to hold you down. His pointer finger brushes just barely over your clit, a tease.
You suck in a sharp breath and immediately push up, chasing the contact. He circles your entrance with the tip of his tongue then moves up to draw patterns on your clit. You moan, digging your finds hard into his shoulders, no doubt leaving red marks, when he licks a broad, flat stripe over your pussy. He follows up with tiny kitten licks on your clit.
You squirm, the air in the room growing hotter, and your hips stutter not knowing whether you should buck up into his mouth or pull away from the insistent pressure. He brings his free hand up to knead the flesh of your thigh as he licks into you, and the other is brought down to your entrance, one finger slowly sliding into you. The sensation pulls a moan from your chest, and you squeeze his finger, suddenly desperate for something to fill you.
Barry groans, a shudder traveling down his spine at the feeling of your vagina sucking his finger deeper into you. He presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your entrance, tongue flat against it, and his hums low and vibrating. Your hips jerk on instinct, but his hand clenching your thigh keeps you in place. He slowly presses a second finger in you, curling the two fingers to rub against your sweet spot. He does it again and again, curling his fingers and lapping skillfully at your clit.
It doesn’t take long, with the assault on both your clit and g-spot, for the ball of twisting heat in your abdomen to become too much. “I’m close.” you whimper and Barry immediately doubles down, chasing your orgasm. He sends you over the edge with a flick of his tongue and two fingers pressing into the spongy spot deep inside of you.
You moan loudly, back arching as you cum, clenching hard around his fingers and covering his hand with release. You collapse back onto the bed, spent and panting.
He pulls his fingers from you and releases your thigh, climbing back up you to whisper in your ear, “Can I fuck you, pretty girl?”
You nod your head weakly, and he doesn’t ask twice, pulling his pants down just enough to pull out his erect penis. You watch in a daze as he presses the red, pulsating head against your entrance, then pushes inside of you with one fell swoop.
He bottoms out without stopping, groaning deeply right next to your ear and sending a shiver throughout your body. You wrap one arm around his shoulders, digging the other into the bed for leverage as he begins to piston his hips, thrusting in and out of you at a quickly increasing pace. He fucks you hard and fast, burying his face in your neck.
It doesn't take him long, already pent up from eating you out, and after a few more thrusts his hips stall and he moans loudly, cumming inside you.
He slowly pulls out, and you wince at the feeling. You watch tiredly as he leaves the room, returning wiping his hand on a towel. He climbs back on the bed, cleaning the drying mess on your thighs before tossing the towel on his bedside table and draping himself along your side.
"I'm going back to sleep now." You whisper and he chuckles, nodding slowly.
"Goodnight, love."
You turn on to your side, curling into him. "Goodnight."
A/n: If I had a nickel for every fic I ended with the characters exchanging "I love you"s because I didn't know how else to end them I'd have 3 nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened three times.
Description: Barry gets down on one knee and is kind of a baby about it.
Prompt: Barry + kissing away tears
Warnings: Barry x Reader, fluff, crying, I was going to say ooc Barry but honestly I don't think it is
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Today is just like any other day. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the trailer smells like weed and pinesol and the outside air is crisp with ocean salt. You and Barry lounge, in your typical comfy clothes, on your porch. Your legs are tucked up underneath you, leaning against his side while you read a book together. He holds the book, and already done with the page he gazes lovingly at you as you finish it.
In the very beginning of your relationship, years ago now, you had questioned it and shrunk under his gaze, embarrassed and confused. Now you know better than to question it and know he only does it because he loves the expressions you make while reading. When finished you look up to look at him with a smile.
"Done." You tell him, expecting him to simply change the page. Instead, he closes the book entirely and tosses it onto the coffee table. He gently repositions you to not be leaning on him and then slides down onto the floor.
Your mind immediately goes south but instead of spreading your legs he kneels down one knee and reaches into his cargo shorts pocket.
You blank, mouth falling open slightly. There's no way he's doing what you think he's doing.
He pulls a small box from his pocket and presents it to you, lifting the lid. Inside the box is a ring with a small gem on it, and while you know it's not a real diamond the ring still must have cost him a paycheck and a half.
“Barry…” You whisper, at a loss for words, but he holds a hand up to stop you.
“I just… just let me say this please.” He takes a deep breath, eyes darting down, and you can see now how nervous he is. “I want to start this out by saying I know I’m not the perfect partner. I know I’m bad at communicating and I still don’t ask for help when I need it and I always assume the worst and I’m easily jealous-”
You smile, remembering how just yesterday he had gotten jealous when one of his clients had looked at you for too long.
“And I know this isn’t romantic, there’s no candles or sunsets and we’re not on a fancy beach or at an expensive restaurant… But I… I’m in love with you. I can’t tell you just how much I love you. And I wish I could give you the world, but all I can offer you is me. For the rest of your life, if you’ll make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”
You can feel tears welling in your eyes, and a tight feeling beginning in your throat so you nod quickly, saying, “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.” while you still can. He rushes forward, completely forgetting to put the ring on your finger and instead opting to kiss you passionately on the mouth.
He pulls away when it becomes hard to breathe, smiling widely. “Barry.” You whisper, bringing his eye back to yours as he slips the ring onto your finger. “I have great news. You are my world… so by giving me your hand in marriage you are technically giving me the world.”
He laughs wetly, smiling wide enough it has to hurt his cheeks and you realize that you’re not the only one about to cry from happiness.
Suddenly filled with the need to reassure your boyfriend- well fiance now- you cup his cheeks, forcing him to look you in the eyes.
“Bear, I want you to listen to me and listen to me good alright? You may not be perfect, but you’re perfect for me and there’s not a single person on this entire earth that I would rather marry.”
He squeezes his eyes shut, pulling out of your hands and bringing a hand up to press it against his nose. He’s obviously trying to stop the tears but he can’t and fat drops begin to roll down his cheeks.
“Shit.” he curses, ducking his head and wiping furiously at his eyes, “Now look at what you did.” he says in a joking tone.
You reach out, placing your hands back on his cheeks and pulling him close. You lean forward, gingerly pressing feather-soft kisses to his cheeks, kissing his tears away. Once his face is free of tears you kiss his nose then his forehead and he makes another choked noise like he’s going to start crying again. He throws his arms around your waist, pulling you to the edge of the couch as close to him as you can get, his arms getting so tight it starts an ache in your ribs. You don’t have the heart to tell him, though, as he buries his face in your neck.
Warnings: Barry x Reader, sensual behavior, nudity
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Barry had a long day at work. You could tell by how he went straight from the front door to the bedroom without stopping. You could hear him drop onto his bed with a groan all the way from your place on the living room couch, over your tv show.
The sound makes you smile a little, knowing it was specifically done to get your attention, and you decide to indulge him. You shut off the tv, pushing to your feet and walking into the bedroom. You stop in the doorway, leaning on the door frame.
“How was your day, Bluebarry?” You ask, trying to keep your amused smile out of your voice.
He mutters something you can’t hear, so you walk over to the bed and sit on the edge next to him. He moves slightly to make space when he feels the bed dip but otherwise doesn’t react to you. You gently begin to rub his back, kneading that spot next to his spine like you know he loves.
He groans softly, leaning into your touch and turning his head so you can finally see his face.
“Hey, baby.” You murmur, leaning down to lightly kiss his lips. He huffs when you pull away too fast, bringing your hand to the back of his neck and holding your lips to his until he’s satisfied.
“Hey, baby.” He greets back, identically, and you smile at the sound of his voice. God you love the sound of his voice.
“What’s wrong?” You prompt, bringing your hand up to between his shoulder blades, drawing small circles on the tense muscles.
“Just a long day at work.” He sighs, shifting under your hand to scoot closer to you. “I’m achin’ somethin’ fierce.”
You hum to let him know you heard him and ponder the words for a moment. “How about a bath?”
He scoffs at the suggestion, finally opening his eyes to see if you’re being serious. “A bath? I ain’t no bitch-”
“Barry.” You stop moving your hand. You and him had been working on the toxic masculinity mindset and things like flowery-smelling shampoos and bubble baths and skincare routines were all things you had been working hard to change his view on from being negative, sissy things to being self-care for all genders.
“Sorry, sorry.” he groans, rolling onto his back. “Fine. I’ll take a bath, if you take a bath with me.”
You take both his hands in yours, pulling him to his feet. “Alright, get your clothes and I’ll go set up the tub.”
You leave him there, even when he whines as you go, quickly getting to work.
You plug the tub then turn on the water just right. Then you drop in some of the bubble bath soap you had hidden under his sink, and just as you are pulling out candles to light the bathroom door creaks open. You resist the urge to stop like a deer in headlights, instead moving faster to light the candles so he can’t tell you not to.
“No.” He shakes his head, setting the clothes on the toilet seat and then grabbing you by the arm. “Uh uh, no way, we ain’t doin’ this romantic girly candle shit. I said yes to bath, not-” And that’s when he sees the massive amounts of bubbles in the tub.
You set the last candle down, then set the lighter next to it. He begins to shake his head adamantly, and you know he’s going to try and tell you he’s changed his mind, so without a moment of hesitation, you drop your shorts. He stops, watching as you undress with a heated look in his eyes.
Finally removing the last article of clothing you gingerly step into the shower/tub combo, using his shoulder for support. “You don’t have to join me if you don’t want…” You trail off, and immediately he’s shedding his clothes as quickly as he can.
You get into the tub first, then spread your legs, motioning to the space between them. “Come here and sit with your back to me.” You command. He raises an eyebrow at the tone of your voice, so you soften your tone and say, “Please?”
He stares at the open space for a moment, before slowly getting into the tub and hesitantly sitting with his back to you. You grab his shoulders, pulling him back so he leans fully against you. You begin to cup water, strategically pouring it on his head without getting any in his eyes. He slowly begins to relax back against your chest, muscles loosening.
Once his hair is fully wet, you grab the shampoo, squeezing some onto your hand. He turns his head, curiously trying to see what you’re doing.
“What’re you up to, there?”
Knowing he’d protest to you using your shampoo and not his three in one you place the hand with no shampoo on his head and turn it back to face forward. “Mind your business.” You tell him, sassily. He pinches your thigh under the water in retaliation, and you squeak, jumping.
He lets out a satisfied chuckle but doesn’t push the matter further, so you rub the shampoo between your hands and get to work.
You put your hands right into his hair without hesitation, massaging his scalp and pushing the shampoo through every strand as evenly as you can.
He groans loudly, head falling back against your chest, at the sudden ministrations. His hands tighten where they're holding onto your legs, and you can’t keep back a smirk at his reaction.
He tilts his head so your hand rubs into a certain spot and he lets out another low groan. “Yeah… right there,” he murmurs, voice low and out of it.
“If I knew you’d react like this, I would have done this sooner.” You tease and he pinches you again, but this time not as hard.
“Less talking, more playing with my hair.” He mutters, and with a playful sigh and eye roll you do as he says.
You rinse his hair with your hands, then repeat it with conditioner, getting a similar reaction out of him.
Washing his body is more difficult seeing as he decides to deadweight himself to stop you from moving, but you eventually get that done as well. You both dry off but before you can get dressed past your bra, underwear, and shirt Barry scoops you up and carries you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
He drops you on the bed, crawling on top of you and snuggling in between your legs, with his arms wrapped around your middle and his head on your chest.
“I love you.” he whispers, barely loud enough for you to hear.
You kiss the top of his head, smiling when you feel his wet hair against your lips.
"So when we're you gonna tell me you had a hair-pulling kink?"
A/n: First time writing Barry. I made him very soft so this is probably more fanon than canon. I also over exaggerated his accent.
Description: Your hands are cold. Luckily your not-boyfriend is there to warm them.
Prompt: Barry + cold hands in warm hands
Warnings: Barry x Reader, fluff, mentions of drugs, fanon Barry, Barry calls the reader 'little one' at one point so the reader is shorter than Barry
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Finally things had quieted down. Everyone from kooks to pogues to tourons had been in and out of Barry’s trailer all day, to the point you had barely said 5 words to your not-boyfriend since you had arrived there at 9 that morning.
Barry was almost constantly up and down getting coke or weed for his customers, stopping to speak to them and catch up about their families and mutual friends. It was now almost exactly 12 hours later and the last customer of the day had rolled out of the property in his large, beat-up truck.
When you and Barry had started… seeing each other I guess you could say, he made a rule with his clients that they weren’t allowed to come looking for a score after 9pm. He told them it was for privacy reasons and to set boundaries, and while that was it partially, it was also so you and him could have some uninterrupted alone time.
He watches the truck pull out of the yard and then turn onto the road before finally looking to you, where you sit next to him at the firepit.
“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, smirking and leaning to press a kiss to your lips. You happily reciprocate it for a few moments until he pulls away, taking your hands in his.
He looks surprised when he feels how cold your hands are, and looks down at them with a small frown, “Your hands are cold, darlin’.” He wraps your hands in his, allowing the natural body heat from them to warm up your much colder hands.
“A very astute observation, Sherlock.” You tease, smiling at his faux offended expression.
He rests a hand over his heart, “I feel like you’re teasin’ me.”
You gasp, shaking your head and mocking him by placing your hand over your own heart. “No! I would never!”
“And now you’re mockin’ me?!” You shake your head adamantly but you’re unable to stop yourself from smiling, giving yourself away. “Why you little-” He growls, face turning from amused to mischievous.
You squeal, taking off towards the inside of the trailer. He chases after you, gaining on you quickly and catching you in his living room. He scoops you up, surprised when he feels the lack of heat coming off your arms or middle. “Damn little one, you’re freezin’.” He turns you around, fixing you in place with his signature disappointed frown.
You avoid eye contact, shrugging. Suddenly the chipped and peeling wallpaper is very fascinating. “I don’t know, you were just busy and I didn’t want to bother you-”
He scoffs, suddenly lifting you up and startling you as he just as quickly drops you on the couch. He pulls the blanket off the back, tossing it at you so it hits your face.
“Hey!” you exclaim, ripping it off your head, but he ignores you, disappearing down the hallway towards his bedroom. He returns just as you’ve situated the blanket on your lap, and dumps the pile of blankets he’d collected next to you.
“Can’t take care of your damn self,” He mutters while one by one he lays the blankets over your lap, then climbs onto the couch next to you and slides under the blankets. “I should just keep ya here,” he continues to mutter as he pulls you into his lap and snuggles you up under his chin. “That way I know you’re safe.”
You chuckle, shaking your head the best you can with the limited space, “I am safe, Bluebarry.”
He smiles to himself at the nickname but continues to chastise you anyways. “You ain’t gonna be safe if you get pneumonia and your damn fingers fall off- why are you laughing, this is a serious possibility, angel-”
You reach up, cupping his face with your now much warmer hands and make him look at you, “Pneumonia wouldn’t dare fuck with me.” You drop your voice, making the environment much more intimate, “Not when I got you around to kick its ass.”
He lets out a sound not unlike a purr and crosses the distance between you to kiss you hard on the mouth, fully enveloping you in his warmth.
