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[abbadon-666]

People PLEASE, I NEED fluff nsfw fic on RafeBarry (NO reader insert tho) *I'm desperate* 🥹🙏🧎‍♀️

[realfangurlshit]

For the rafe x barry prompts: anything where rafe is jelous and angry. Like rafe walking into Barry’s trailer, like usual, expecting to find barry alone and ready to listen to him complain and rant about his life or whatever, but instead he’s with someone (maybe a girl) and they’re sitting too close on his couch. Maybe they aren’t even together yet but still, Barry’s his.

I finally got my shit together and wrote this yesterday at 1 am. You can see how I gave up in the end but I hope you like my take on it!!

Jealous

Rafe/Barry

Rafe parked his bike in front of Barry's trailer, tonight he needed a distraction, someone to take his mind off all the chaos in his life. Barry was always his go-to for that and he wouldn’t want to be with anybody else but him right now.

He barged into the trailer without knocking, as was customary between them. "Barry, you wouldn't believe the day I've had," Rafe announced dramatically.

However, the sight that greeted him took him by surprise. There, sitting on the couch beside Barry, was a girl he had never seen before. Her smile was big and bright, and it seemed like the two of them had been enjoying each other’s company for some hours, based on the several empty bottles of beer on the table in front of them.

Rafe scowled, feeling a surge of irrational anger. "Well, well, well, look who's got some company."

Barry raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, Rafe, you always know how to make an entrance. This is Hannah an old friend."

An old friend huh? Rafe thought. What does that mean? Like an old girlfriend? And why did he even care? (Rafe knew deep down why he cared though.)

Hannah gave Rafe a friendly wave, seemingly unaware of the tension in the room. "Hi there, nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Rafe muttered through gritted teeth.

Barry chuckled, clearly noticing Rafe was pissed of and enjoying it. "So, what's got you all riled up today? Trouble in paradise again?"

“Nah, just a rough day, I guess” Rafe said and looked away.

Barry's expression softened slightly as he realized Rafe was more on edge than usual. He glanced at Hannah and back to Rafe. "Alright, man, take a seat. Let's chill for a bit."

Rafe hesitated for a moment before sitting down on one of the creaking chairs. He couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that Barry and Hannah had some kind of special connection and it hurt more than it should.

As the conversation continued between the three, Rafe struggled to keep his jealousy in check. He found himself provoking and poking fun at Barry and Hannah, trying to mask his vulnerability.

Hannah had this smug smile on her lips and Rafe felt himself getting really annoyed at it. “What?” he barked at her.

She giggled softly. “You know, I’ve been married for four years. His name is John.” she said.

Rafe fell quiet for a few seconds, reflecting on this new information and what it might mean. The then gave her a genuinely confused look, as he was wondering what that had to do with him.

“So you don’t have to be jealous, honey. Barry and I have known each other since when we were kids and never ever have there been anything romantic between us, so you can chill.” She continued.

Rafe just stared at her with his mouth half open. He didn’t know what to answer. He looked over to Barry who looked equally confused for a moment before a smirk began to form on his face.

“What are you suggesting right now?” Rafe asked her, nervous of the answer he suspected was coming and how the hell he would reply to it. Hannah just smiled and looked from Rafe to Barry and back again.

Barry's smirk grew wider, clearly amused by the situation. He leaned back on the couch, putting his arm around the back of it, as if settling in for some good entertainment. "Seems like Hannah's just trying to clear the air, Rafe. No need to get all worked up."

Rafe's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and frustration. He hadn't expected to be caught in his jealousy so easily, and he didn't like feeling so exposed. "I'm not jealous," he muttered defensively, trying to brush it off.

“Oh but you are” Hannah chuckled “and the two of you are in love so just kiss already.”

Rafe's eyes widened, and his heart seemed to skip a beat at Hannah's blunt remark. He felt like the ground beneath him was shifting, unsure how to respond to her bold declaration. Barry's arm remained casually draped over the couch, but he was now looking at Rafe with an intensity that made him squirm uncomfortably.

"Okay, that's enough, Hannah," Barry laughed, but the look of uncertainty on his face evident.

Hannah just shook her head, smile never faltering. "Uh huh I’m sorry but I’m not gonna let this slip Barry. If there is one time in my life I’m gonna wingman somebody it’s now.” She said apologetic and turned to look at Rafe.

“Me and Barry have been hanging out the whole evening and half of the time it has just been Rafe Rafe Rafe.” she continued.

Rafe felt his face burning hot, and he glanced at Barry, who was now looking a little flustered as well. “I’m gonna head home for the night and leave this conversation up to you.” She smiled and stood up.

As they said their goodbyes and good nights to Hannah and she had closed the door after her their gazes met. Rafe didn't know what to say. His feelings for Barry were complicated, and he had spent so long denying them even to himself. The idea of admitting them to Barry, let alone acting on them, was terrifying.

Rafe swallowed hard, trying to find the right words, but they seemed to escape him. He felt a mix of emotions swirling inside him - fear, desire, and a deep longing.

Barry leaned a little closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Hey man I don't know what to tell you dawg, Hannah has a way of being pushy, but she means well." He laughed softly.

Rafe could feel his warm breath on his skin, that’s how close they were. It would be so easy to just lean in the last few inches and close the space in between them but it would also be the riskiest bet in his life so far.

”So you’ve been talking a whole lot about me, huh?” He chuckled instead. Still just inches the other man.

“So you’re jealous of me spending time with girls, huh?” Barry countered.

“What if I am?” Rafe responded tentatively, careful to keep the eye contact even if all the wanted to was looking away from those scrutinizing, beautiful brown eyes.

No point in backing out now he thought, it’s do or die. He would probably either get his ass kicked or have Barry laughing the entire situation off just to never bring it up again. But he had to give it a shot so he bit his lip and continued “What if Hannah’s right and I’m just madly in love with you?”

Rafe's heart pounded in his chest, his vulnerability laid bare in those few words. The seconds that followed felt like an eternity as he waited for Barry's response. He was torn between the fear of rejection and the hope that maybe, just maybe, Barry felt the same way.

After a few entireties passed Barry finally let out a soft laugh. “What if you are, country club, and what if I feel the same way?” Braver than Rafe, he reached his hand forward to grace Rafes neck. Rafe took a tentative step forward just to show Barry that he wasn’t fucking around, waiting to see if Barry were, expecting a slap in the face at any point now. But there were no slap, just a warm mouth on his, and rough hands on his body. Rafe immediately answered the kiss, probably to rough, to needy, but he wanted this for far to long to hesitate even one second.

And that’s how Rafe being his own dramatic self landed him a boyfriend. *jealous girl by Lana Del Rey playing in the background*

[barrysmanbun]

Need

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.

[snixxjj13-blog]

Thank you Nick, for this amazing content

[barrysjumpsuit]

thinking about them <3

[joshrussosbff]

You'll only get this if you've seen both shameless and outer banks

But the first scene with Gallavich when Mickey yells "Ian Gallagher" just sounds so much like Barry yelling "Rafe Cameron" like they are so similar

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[mxlina-dxrkling]

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