Rafe Cameron x Reader
+ a little platonic Barry x Reader cuz I just love Barry
Soo Rafe is an ESTP, which is probably the most outgoing personality type and they get along with introverts pretty well. Rafe would so adore his shy girl who’s just so dependent on him for everything. Luckily he’s always got you.
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Topper and Kelce didn’t really understand why would Rafe date you out of all people. You were always quiet, never speaking up, never showing up to parties, and if you did you’d stay glued to your friends' sides and never really speak to anyone.
It baffled them, actually.
But neither Topper or Kelce actually knew Rafe. He didn’t need a wild fire on top of his own messy chaos of a life. He needed the calmness. He didn’t need a girl who’d party her night away and dance with everyone and leave him hangin’ alone. He needed someone who’d be glued to his side, tug at his sleeve and beg for him to stay there and shield her with his body.
He needed someone he could just keep on his lap when he did lines and talked to people, and you'd just stay there, like an obedient scared puppy, playing with his fingers.
He didn’t need a girl that would be outgoing, speak up for herself, independent, talkative with other people. He enjoyed speaking up for you, ordering your food, picking your deliveries up, giving you rides everywhere because you hated public transport, holding you close to him, knowing feeling that you physically desperately need him everywhere with you. Even if you wanted ice cream that was sold two blocks down the street you'd ask him if he'd join you. Call him selfish, but he loves to be the one you constantly need and hide behind. He is obsessed with it. Always ready to provide and protect his girl.
And it’s not like you were like that all the time. The second you two were alone in his car, house or just away from everyone else you were joking around, dancing with him, calling him mocking nicknames like dude, bro, dummy, or the more intimate ones like baby, Rafey, my sweet boy, you'd jokingly call him my husband, my man, my love (all of these worked him up and you knew it), you’d tease the fuck out of him, crawling into his lap like a desperate bitch, grinding on him because you needed him right now. Pulling him in to kiss him. And God, he loved it. To be the only one to see this side of yours.
You were so polite to everyone too, always saying please and thank you in the quietest voice with a blush on your cheeks, but he knew you could be a loud, moaning, dirty mess under him. He knew you could ride him through multiple orgasms with zero shame. Only he knew you rocked your hips desperately against his mouth and squeezed your legs around his head to keep him there. Only he knew you'd get down on your knees and do absolutely everything for him.
You've met Barry a few times whenever Rafe needed cocaine from him and couldn't wait, he'd just drag you along and tell you to stay in the car. But the wait eventually got long and you followed after him.
Barry immediately offered you drugs and Rafe almost broke his face... but this little incident aside you actually clicked with Barry immediately. He wouldn't even let you speak, he just talked away, spilling info and gossip about Rafe as if he wasn't just standing right there.
"Ah shit, and you like this j-crew lookin' ass?"
You giggled. "Yeah, I do," you gave Rafe a smile. "A lot."
You and Barry became friends. Rafe wouldn't let you hang out with him alone but the three of you actually hung out a lot at Barrys. He quickly understood how shy you are and he maybe had a little soft spot for you too, keeping an eye on you in public whenever Rafe needed to take care of something quickly.
You were getting a drink with Rafe at the Country Club, Topper and Kelce were there too, when Barry pulled up on his bike and made his way over to the two of you, ignoring all the Kooks that gave him dirty looks.
"Country Cluuuuub princessssss," he yelled in his accent and made his way over to you, "what's good with you girl?" He chuckled as you two did a quick handshake you've taught him.
Rafe rolled his eyes and immediately threw his arm around your shoulders in a protective manner.
Topper and Kelce stared in awe. You, who barely spoke any words to them, were all of a sudden buddies with the drug dealer?
Cam isn’t the first person most would think of as being incredibly dominant and not particularly caring. It’s not that he’s not those things, but there are certainly others among your house of lovers, so why him? It’s simple, though! Cam is genuinely sweet (... When he wants to be), and you always know that he’ll always give you what you want in the end, but the venture there is filled with plenty of edging and teasing..
Don’t get it confused, he'll make you feel dirty (are you really surprised?), but Cam won't tease about it… Too much, anyway, unless he catches on that you like it.
Cam pulls you back into his lap, hooking your legs over his to keep you nice and spread out. You feel exposed as the cool air nips at your body almost cruelly, one hand reaching up to push his fingers into your mouth while the other one dips down and gropes your exposed pussy, “You’re making a mess, and I haven’t even put anything inside you yet. Are you really that desperate?” The man nibbles along your neck, pressing his fingers down against your soft tongue to make sure you couldn’t answer.
It’s a painful, embarrassing truth; he hasn’t even put his fingers, only grinding his palm against your clit and occasionally pressing his middle and ring finger against your hole to test your reaction. Due to this, your cunt has been fucking weeping. Slick trailing down and staining the flesh of your thighs and ass, you’re practically burning yourself with how desperate you are. Similarly, drool slips from your mouth to coat Cam’s fingers in what you would consider a gross fashion—but he seems to be eating it up, pushing his fingers farther down to watch your tears build up, attempting to back away, only to press yourself further against him.
You let out a little whimper, weakly moving your hips against Cam’s hand, but he immediately stops all his movements with an amused huff. He lets out a soft coo, pressing the flat of his tongue against your neck before dragging it up disgustingly across your neck, blowing some air on the wet skin, “What? You don’t like that?” Cam is grinning, but you can’t even muster the strength to want to snap at him—all you want is to cum!
With intense desperation, you attempt to grind your hips forward, the knot in your stomach tightening. The man doesn’t fight, watching as you climb to your peak yet again, watching in delight as your fingers dig into his legs that keep yours spread sinfully.
“Aw,” Cam murmurs, spreading his fingers apart with a wet noise, “It’s okay, baby. Everything is just fine. You can keep taking it, right? I know you can, you're just." He crooks his fingers, "so sweet f'me, right?"
Mateo is nothing if not tooth-rottenly sweet to you, and he adores you always seems to melt into him—the way you kick off your shoes and practically stumble into his arms after a hard day's work, he’s gotten to develop something of a third sense whenever you need to let your mind melt away for a bit. Mateo is always gentle with you; he just can’t resist showering you with praises and kisses.
Mateo leans closer into your chest, resting his hands gently on your hips as you sink down on his cock with a wet squelch, accompanied by moans drug from both of you.
"Mmph- Oh, sweet girl," The man is messy, and yet still dares to look and sound amazing. The words fall from his lips easily, as if you're not hanging onto his every praise.
The position that the two of you are in isn't embarrassing, and yet you feel like your face was set on fire. Mateo is sitting on the couch, with his hands resting gently on your hips while you struggle to keep yourself from falling and taking in all of his fat cock too quickly. Your hands rest on his shoulders, digging into his skin just enough to make him tense and shudder against you.
"Mm," Mateo massages your hips, sliding to cup your ass before returning to your hips—he repeats the pattern repeatedly, "G- Mn- Go slow, baby. You can do it, but don't hurt yourself."
Your heart swells at his words, beating aggressively against your chest so bad that you fear Mateo might actually feel it. It's even more embarrassing after he begins to press kisses onto your chest, smiling into your warm skin, feeling your already warm cunt getting wet enough to drip down the length of his cock, "That's it, sweet girl. Ohhh, I love you- I love you, I love you-"
A desperate whine leaves your spit-covered lips, your arms sliding to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you sink down against him. You're halfway down, gasping weakly, taking it slow and steady despite how badly you want to just drop and let your pussy swallow him entirely.
Eddie and Volt are both switches, but neither are particularly obedient when acting submissive. When Volt is submissive, he’s a huge fucking brat—teasing and giving Eddie a little, impish grin, and while Eddie does tend to be a bit more obedient than Volt, neither were exactly prepared for just how obedient you would be! They’re especially not used to someone who sticks with one role, as both of them tend to flip around quite a bit (one day Volt might be getting bent over with grumpy! Eddie’s fingers in his mouth, and Eddie could be crying and hissing as Volt pushes himself inside Eddie’s mouth—they just need both worlds!). That’s not to say they aren’t incredibly grateful, especially when they’re both feeling a bit dominant.
“Mm!” You gag around Eddie’s cock, nose buried in his bush, brushing against his abdomen. You resist the urge to pull away while tears fill your eyes—not that you could, as Volt’s long fingers entangle themselves in your hair, pushing you up and down the length of your lover’s heavy cock.
“Oh, that’s a magnificent sight,” Volt murmurs, lifting you from Eddie’s just a bit and watching as more drool slips out and drops onto your exposed thighs, “Aren’t you a good little Spark, taking him deep in that throat of yours, hm?” He pushes you back down once more, causing Eddie to roll his head back and buck his hips upwards—making you gag harshly.
“Shit-” Eddie curses immediately, giving Volt a weak glare (the man only grins in response), “Don’t- ah- Don’t fucking do that.” He warns, his knuckles going white as he leans back, gripping the edge of the bar. Small, pleasured noises leave Eddie’s lips, despite his attempts not to be affected by the way your warm, silky throat convulses around his cock, the way you’re trying your best to look up at him—he has to squeeze his eyes closed just to keep from shooting his load down your throat.
Volt bites his lip, his fingers still buried in your hair and guiding your movements in an unforgiving rhythm, “You know they can take whatever we give them, they’re such a determined little thing.” He coos, glancing down at you while leaning to nibble at Eddie’s throat—causing the man to scowl, the redness on his face spreading. “Just look at how eager they are.” It’s stated as a fact, and Eddie can’t help but let his eyes drop back down to you.
The way his eyes, cloudy with lust, intensely study the way your cheeks bulge makes your stomach tighten in a way you can’t describe, moaning when the man rolls his hips. You run your tongue across the prominent vein on Eddie’s cock, giving a harsh suck as the two of you make eye contact, watching through teary-eyes as he immediately cusses.
Volt lets out a surprised noise as Eddie jerks up and throws his head back, before chuckling deeply, running his thumb over your head rewardingly, “Oh, good- keep that up, an I dare say, Eddie might break for you.”
Barry- God- he makes you want to be good for him! He already showers you with so much praise and affection naturally, but he thinks you’re just darling when you’re laid out on your back for him, looking up like he’s everything. He could never bring himself to make you do all the work—on the contrary, he quite likes working you up and sending you over the edge, so he always tells you that you just need to sit and look pretty for him!
Barry’s mouth is absolutely sinful- divine, in all the right ways, between the enamored praises and the way he doesn’t hold back, kissing and groping you senselessly. It’s like he’s drunk, just off the taste of your neck and collarbone.
“Gorgeous-” Barry gasps, just barely heard through your skin as he grinds his cock forward, “Positively gorgeous, darling- You’re such a good girl, you always are.” He babbles drunkenly as you whimper.
His whole weight is on top of you, sandwiching you between himself and the bed—it’s hot, your both sweaty, panting, and you’re sure that the makeup Barry had spent so much time on is running down your face. You two have been at this for at least an hour (maybe even two), with him pumping his cock in and out your soft pussy until the two of you physically couldn’t handle it anymore, but you couldn’t bring yourselves to stop!
You wrap your arms around Barry’s neck to pull him closer, whimpering as you feel the length of his cock sliding against your sensitive folds, over and over again. The cum clinging to your thighs, mixed with your slick, makes it easier for him to slip against you while you’re unable to even twitch your hips.
Barry’s mouth attaches to your neck, dragging his teeth lightly against you with small, fucked-out whimpers, “Mm- Good- good, good, you feel so good-” he continues endlessly as he quickens his pace, the sound of his thighs hitting your own become louder, the wet squelches of his cock rubbing you nearly clicking from the sheer amount of mess the two of you had made. Despite every inch of the two of you screaming for mercy, you just can’t bring yourselves to stop…
CHARACTERS: Jean Loo, Betty, Luke, The Hanks, Barry
Warnings: None <3!
(A/N: Ok so for some shitass reason Tumblr won't let me access my drafts OR my inbox rn, but I got a request from someone asking for dateables w/ a player who gets plushies of them, specifically Luke Nukem and Jean Loo. Though tumblr is fucking haywire I WILL STILL DELIVER.)
You've always sort of had an avoidance to being alone. The thought of it doesn't calm you, or fill you with peace, it just feels...empty. And boring. And miserable. Of course, you need 'alone time', here and there, but you'd much rather spend most of your day surrounded by others.
Jean Loo:
Jean Loo was always fun to be around, even if he was a little much. Just because of how it could never be boring with him. Plus, you liked the look on his face when you were able to slip in a little something in your words to fluster him. It was an amusing sight, really. You'd never grown bored of it.
And being the pest you are (affectionately, of course), you'd made it your job to try and catch him off guard once more. Without his knowledge, you had somehow gotten your hands on your very own little plush of that French rapping toilet. You'd hardly been able to cease your giggling when you'd gotten it, and you'd set it down in your room near the bedside table, and gone to bed, hoping to show it to Jean Loo in the morning.
What you did not expect was to be woken up by :
"What the fuck--EST-CE MOI???"
You sat upright in bed, blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes so you could see why exactly you were hearing French yelling at 9 am. The sight that greeted you made you choke on a snort.
Jean Loo stood in the doorway of the upstairs bathroom, holding the poor plush upside-down by the leg as if it were some kind of toxic waste. He was staring at you like you had lost your mind.
"What- chérie, what the hell are you doing with a little version of Lil' Crapper? We do not need a Lil' Lil' Crapper. Also-- where would you even get this??"
"It's a secret," You giggled, watching his expression shift with barely contained amusement. "You don't like him?"
"NO!"
You burst out laughing, falling back on the bed as he watched you, still gripping onto the mini-him. You wiped your eyes, shaking your head as you attempted to speak through your chuckles.
"Wh-why not? Isn't he cute?"
"He is not! He is a mockery of the Lil' Crapper!"
"Aw, c'mon, look at him."
Jean Loo side-eyed the plush as though it had personally offended him, rolling his eyes before looking back at you and raising a brow.
"Lil' Crapper does not understand. You have all of this already, and you wish for a replacement?"
You snorted, standing up and shaking your head, plucking the plush from his hand and holding it in your arms normally, fondly smiling at it.
"No, of course not. You're the best. I just like to have a little you to have around, y'know? When the dateviators run out of charge and I can't talk to you."
He pauses, looking at the way you held the plush close to your chest. His gaze flicked back up to your face and he raised his eyebrows.
"You have this...this mini-Lil' Crapper because you miss him?"
"Yeah. I just want to have you around me always."
You had to force back a grin as you saw Jean Loo's pale face suddenly heat up, flushing with pink color. He kept up the same attitude though, and shrugged it off.
"Ah...well...Lil' Crapper guesses you can eh...keep him. Around. For a while."
"I knew you liked him."
"No! A lie! A lie! Jean Loo can't stand impersonators! They are a mockery of his art!"
Despite the claim, Jean Loo would always make sure you knew where Lil' Lil' Crapper was before the charge on your dateviators ran out, mumbling an excuse about you 'not having the energy to rap with him when you were lonely'.
Betty:
You never liked talking to Betty during the day. It always had to be at night. It wasn't like she treated you much differently at different times, but you knew that she liked to talk to you best right before bed, so you could chat and then just fall right into her arms until the sun came up.
The only issue was, once the talk was over, it wasn't really her arms you fell into. Just the bed. You wanted to hold Betty tight as you drifted off, wanted to let her know how much you loved falling asleep with her.
So, when you discovered Teddy in your closet, it sparked an idea.
Betty was waiting for you like she always was, laying down on the bed with a gentle smile and arms wide open. She always looked so soft, and comforting, and welcoming. And beautiful, naturally.
"Come here, lover, I've been waiting for you all da--"
She cut herself off, as her eyes landed on the cute little stuffie you held in your arms, and she blinked in surprise.
"Oh! Is that me?"
You nodded with a sheepish grin, holding it out so she could see it a little better.
"Uh- yeah! Sorry if it's a little weird, I just...well, I really wanted to cuddle you like you do me, so I thought..."
You were interrupted as Betty reached out and carefully disloged the plush from your hands, taking it in her freckled ones, examining it with obvious interest.
"Wow...it looks just like me. You know, lover, it's really alright. I don't mind you not being able to hold me when you sleep. In a way, you are kind of holding me. You laying on me and sleeping peacefully is heaven as is."
"Oh..." A steady rise of embarrassment crawled up your neck, and you could practically feel your cheeks turning scarlet. What were you thinking, getting a plushie of an actual person--well, a personified bed-- to sleep with?
"Yeah...that was kinda stupid of me to get, huh? I- uh, I'll just throw her out-"
A genuine smile slowly curved her plump lips, and she handed it back to you.
"That's not what I meant. I never said anything about not wanting Betty-by joining in on our heavenly rest."
Your heart swelled.
"Really?"
"Of course! I think it's adorable you'd have something as adorable as that. It's really cute...really romantic too."
She giggled, before pulling you into bed, wrapping her arms around you and sighing.
"Now get some sleep, lover. Make sure you give her a little kiss before you do."
Luke:
You felt so embarrassed that it had come to this.
Recently, you've been really paranoid about someone breaking into the house, after having an early fall horror-movie marathon by yourself. You've barely been getting any sleep, and it's taken its toll on you.
Maybe so much so that instead of ordering a better home security system or something, you made another decision.
So now you had a stuffed plush of fucking Luke Nukem.
You didn't know why exactly you chose this out of all things, but in every interaction you've had with him, he's always made you feel safe. Like he would protect you from anything, even if half the things he's protecting you from....don't exist. But still, it had comforted you. You placed it by your front door every day, and just knowing Luke Jr. was watching out for you made you rest easier.
So much so, that after a while, you just kept him there, near the doorway, almost forgetting he was even there in the first place.
Up until, of course, this morning. You'd just finished talking to Kopi, cup of a steaming latte in your hands. You were being extremely careful with it, setting it down on the counter with gentle precision to ensure not a drop spilt on you or the surface top.
"RANGER!!"
You jumped and almost tipped the cup over, but saved it just in time, gripping it suddenly with both hands, though it burned your fingers. Better than a lecture from Daisuke. You let out a sigh of relief and turned to see Luke bounding over to you, a beam on his face.
"Ranger! There you are! Listen- first off, how dare you!"
You blinked at him, trying to process his words.
"...How dare me?"
"Yes! How dare m-- you!" He repeated, pointing a finger at you. "I can't believe it soldier...after all we've been through..."
You were genuinely worried now, eyes flitting around as though trying to understand what he was talking about.
"I'm...sorry?"
"Why didn't you tell me we had a kid??"
Silence.
You stared him dead in the eye, trying to gauge if you heard him correctly. "A...kid."
"YES!" He declared, now switching immediately back to how he'd been when he greeted you, as he suddenly shoved something in your face. Realization dawned on you, and you looked back at him.
"Luke-- that's not our kid. That's a plushie. Of you."
More silence.
"...Oh. I did think it was a little strange for a kid to have the same mustache as me."
You couldn't help a smile from cracking your face as you watched him slowly come to terms with the truth.
"Sorry, Luke. I bought it to make me feel better about intruders."
"Intruders?? WE HAVE-"
"No! No! We're fine. We're fine. I just like the comfort of seeing you ready to protect me from anything."
"OH! ...I see now, Ranger." Luke said, nodding along. He took a moment before handing the plush back to you. "Luke Jr. is a fine young soldier. Any intruders will be SMASHED by the sheer power of RADIATIOOOOON!! Soldiers need to protect their own, and he won't fail you!"
You snickered, taking Luke Jr. in your arms as you listened to him. As odd as it was, Luke's words did a lot more to comfort you than you expected, and instead of placing him at the door that night, you tucked him in beside you.
The Hanks:
The Hanks were always so full of surprises. They seemed to be nothing short of spontaneous, loud, bright, and everything along those lines. Every time you'd go up to talk to them, they'd have something new to do with you, or show you, or tell you. With all these constant surprises they had for you, you'd often tried to think up what kind of surprise you could give them. Something they'd like that didn't involve you having to buy bungee jumping gear.
Eventually, it hit you. And so here you were in front of the closer, sliding open the door before quickly hiding your hands behind your back. You found the Hanks huddled together as usual, probably doing one of their 37-minute-long meditation sessions. However, as soon as they see you, they instantly perk up, waving and greeting you.
"Heyyyy, House Homie's back!"
"Oh, dude, we missed you so much! It's been foreeeeever since you've come to see us."
"Yeah, bro. At first, we kinda thought, like- Hank 3 may have been a little cringe-"
"Bro!"
"Sorry, dude. But like- we didn't know for sure."
You laughed, shaking your head dismissively at their assumptions.
"Guys, it's fine. Hank 3 didn't drive me away or anything."
A collective sigh of relief from all five of the Hanks sounded, and Hank #1 gave you a thumbs up and a wide grin.
"Great, homie! So, uh...why didn't you visit us, then?"
He didn't sound judgmental (you doubt the Hanks could really ever be that judgy), just genuinely curious. You smiled, shifting your weight as you kept your hands behind your back.
"Wellll, I really wanted to visit, I promise. You guys are awesome."
"No cap?"
"No cap. But, I was a little busy making these!"
With that, you revealed with a flourish what you had been concealing behind you--five little sewn-together Hanks plushes, each individually made for each Hank. Your smile widened as you watched their reactions, each of them looking at each other and then at you, in shock, wide smiles nearly splitting their faces.
"WHOOOAAA DUDE!!" Hank #4 exclaimed with a toothy grin, picking up his perfect tiny replica, eyes sparkling.
"You MADE these, brah??" Hank #2 asked, staring at the plushies in your hands, in awe of all the tiny little details you'd included. "Wowww..."
"No, for real, dudes! This is gnarly!" Hank #3 laughed, noticing how you'd given his in particular a little stitched-on smirk.
"Aw, check it, bros! Lil' mini Hanks!" Hank #1 spoke over your shoulder, poking his on the head.
"Mini Hanks.." Hank #5 repeated, staring at his miniature with a look that could only be described as wonder. As well as something else you couldn't quite place, but you didn't have time to think about it as five different bodies suddenly enveloped you in a tight hug, and you let out a muffled snort as they squeezed you.
"Dude, how are we gonna thank you for this??"
"Aw, guys, it was nothing."
"It's EPIC, is what it is!"
"Yeah, homie! Don't downplay it!"
You smiled at each of them, all holding their respective mini-selves proudly.
"It really was nothing, I don't need anything for it."
The Hanks all seemed to collectively decide to ignore this, and they talked among themselves about how exactly to thank you for quite a while, before Hank #3 suddenly raised his hand and yelled out.
"OOH, OOH! EXTREME MAKEOUT TIME!!"
"YEAH!!"
You just went along with it.
Barry:
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
You looked around the room over and over again. Under pillows, in the closet, under laundry, over and over again, but no luck. Oh, fuck, you were screwed.
A while ago, you'd gotten a little plush of Barry as a joke, just to make him laugh. You'd kept it around because you found it cute, and it had been in your bedroom since.
Well, until today.
You ran a hand through your hair as you let out a breath. It wasn't like that thing was all that important to you, but it being a plush of Barry of all things made it a little more of a big deal to you. You felt bad for losing a plush of him, it felt irresponsible, and kind of shitty. So, you were determined to find it.
But after hours of looking, you still came up empty-handed, defeated. So, with a heavy heart, you walked into the bathroom to tell Barry what had happened--
Only to find him staring back at you, still, holding the plush and about three makeup brushes in one hand, a lipstick in his mouth, and two shades of equally beautiful pink blushes in his other hand. You stared at him, silent, and he stared right back at you, also silent.
After a while, he smiled around the lipstick, setting a few of the brushes down and taking the lipstick out of his mouth, grimacing a bit at the taste.
"Oh, sorry, darling, that's just a vile flavor. I know they say beauty is on the inside, not the outside, but that kind of beauty should probably just stay on the outside.."
He chuckled to himself before pausing to hold up the plushie with a beam.
"Ah- and what do you think? I gave Barry 2 a little makeover...something subtle, but still just as beautiful!"
You didn't answer, prompting a question of your own instead.
"So...you have him? You've just been giving him makeovers?"
"Yes, I told you that earlier, didn't I, hun?" He asked, furrowing a (very hydrated) brow, puzzled. "Or was it Amir I told...oh, dear, I'm so, so sorry, darling, I must've told Amir and forgotten to tell you. I didn't write it down because it didn't even seem all that important--"
"Whoa, whoa, Barry, it's okay." You reassured him, walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's just a plushie. It's fine." Ironic, you were saying that after freaking out two minutes ago, but Barry didn't have to know that.
Barry took a few breaths before nodding sheepishly. "Oh, you're right, you're right. It's just a plush, not a bomb, or someone's child. Just little Barry 2."
He held up the plush so you could see it, brightness returning to his face. "But you didn't answer, darling! Is he everything you ever dreamed?"
You smiled at the little bits of easily washable eyeshadow lightly dusted onto Barry 2's eyes. An itty-bitty canvas, but Barry's work was always nothing short of excellent. At least when it came to his passions.
"That and more," you told him, planting a tiny kiss on the stuffie's forehead.
"Just don't make me tear the place apart looking for him next time."
"Mm, no promises, darling."
I've been having awful cramps and throwing up the whole day, writing this was honestly such a fun thing to take my mind off it :)
synopsis: how the dc guys would be with model!reader (hal jordan, barry allen, and wally west!)
notes: this is a silly one, but i think this is such a cute concept (and there are NO physical descriptions, we’re all gorgeous models, ladies <33). also lmk if you wanna see this with anyone else! anywaysss reblogs and comments always appreciated, enjoy! xoxo - cherie
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hal jordan would loveeee the fact that you’re a model. why? not only can he rub it in everyone’s face that he has a girlfriend so gorgeous she gets paid for it, but he gets countless photos of you looking sickeningly beautiful.
when the two of you first started going out, you hadn’t even revealed your job to him until a few dates in. he wasn’t surprised by any means—i mean, look at you. however, he was shocked in the sense that he couldn’t believe you didn’t tell him sooner.
“i don’t see the big deal,” you giggle softly, “it’s my job.”
“are you kidding me? if i had your job i’d tell everyone,” he smiles, shaking his head to himself at how your humility comes to you with ease.
and, once the two of you are official, he only becomes more obsessed. he’ll call you at any and every shoot, asking to see pictures, asking if you want coffee, asking if they need a hot male counterpart in the photos (he’s teasing, but you know he’d take you up on it in a heartbeat).
the first time you invite him to one of your shows really should’ve been the last time. despite your countless pleas for him to be polite and, well, normal, considering this was a high profile event, hal still cheered like a maniac once you took to the stage. but, could you even blame him? you’re just too pretty to keep quiet about, he’d say.
and god forbid you ever have a shoot for victoria’s secret, because those will be the pictures he chooses to keep in his wallet and as his wallpaper.
“what?” he smiles.
“you couldn’t choose a photo with more…clothing?” you roll your eyes smiling, amused, but not surprised that this is his favorite.
“now why would i do that? all they do is hide your beautiful body from me, baby,” he’ll wink, now more determined than ever to keep that as his lock screen.
~
barry allen sort of views your relationship as a cliche. you’re this beautiful, amazing model, and he’s…well he’s there. he doesn’t ever consider the fact that he might just be very handsome and also literally the flash. no, in his head your the stunning popular girl out of his league, and he’s the nerdy loser who just got lucky. and he couldn’t be happier.
and, while he’s so proud of you, and maybe feels a little ego boost knowing a model loves him, he will find any reason to worry and fuss over you. especially when you’re busy.
you’ll be in milan for an event one night, settling into your hotel room after a long day of prep for the show. and just as you’re settling into bed, you’ll hear two soft, but unmistakably excited knocks on your door. you smile to yourself, getting up and answering the door, unsurprisingly finding barry on the other side.
“hi baby,” he smiles, a little sheepish considering he just ran across the atlantic on a wednesday to see you. “i just wanted to check up on you…maybe sleepover?” he asks like you two haven’t been dating for awhile now.
you giggle tiredly, letting him inside fully before wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him. resting your head on his shoulder, you smile softly saying, “if you wanted to check up on me, you could’ve called, honey. i don’t want you wasting energy just to see me anytime i travel.”
he scoffs slightly, as if the mere implication that he might not fuss over you is offensive. resting his head atop yours, he replies, “nothing related to you is a waste. now let me take care of my baby…please.” he’ll say softly, yet you both know he’s not leaving room for you to resist.
you two will end up on the bed, you laying back on some fluffed pillows while he sits a little further down, rubbing your sore feet. you’ve learned that there’s no point in arguing with him once he’s set on caring for you.
just as you start to doze off, he’ll press a kiss to your ankle before tucking you in. he’ll strip down to his underwear (european hotels need more airflow for speedsters) and crawl into bed next to you, pulling you into his arms.
he’ll press a soft kiss to your head, whispering an, “i love you,” before dozing off, as well.
when you wake up in the morning, he’s already ran back to central city, but you’ll find some pastries on the bedside table. next to them is a little note which reads, “good morning, angel! donut work too hard today…(get it!) text me when you wake up, i love you! - barry.”
~
wally west may or may not have been crushing on you from afar since he saw you on an ad in the mall one day. and yeah, he was there when some villain just so happened to be terrorizing the city you had a show in. and what are the odds he’d end up saving you from the burning building you were about to have your show in? he even got to carry you outside bridal style, all hero like. in all seriousness, it was just a total coincidence, but wally wasn’t complaining one bit. once away from the chaos, he smiled down at you in his arms.
“you alright?”
“yeah um…you’re the flash.”
he chuckled softly on the outside, but his inner monologue sounded more like “yes! she knows who i am!”
once the two of you got talking (and he finally set you down), you both seemed to click almost immediately. the two of you hit it off so fast, in fact, that you’d scheduled a date for the very next evening.
and, once the two of you started dating for real, wally was even more crazy about you. he’d make sure to remind anyone in the league or any of the titans that he had a model as his girl any chance he could. and, even worse, he’d show up uninvited to your shoots all the time.
“excuse me, can you ask your…friend to leave, please?” one of the designers would ask you as you get your makeup done.
you look over at your loving boyfriend, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs up from across the room (where he’s stolen about half of the pastries provided for everyone). you smile softly at him, giving him a little wave before turning back to the director.
“if i ask him to be quiet can he stay?”
the director grumbles rolling his eyes, before reluctantly agreeing and walking away to tend to other business. you giggle softly to yourself and motion for wally to come over to you.
“baby, they’re asking your to be a little quieter,” you smile softly looking up at him from your chair.
he kneels down next to you so you two can be eye-level. “who, me? i’ve been quiet as a mouse,” he smiles, knowing that’s not really true. In reality, he’d cheer you on as enthusiastically as possible anytime you were posing. “besides, they barely notice me. one of the photographers almost ran into me a few minutes ago.”
“i think that’s called ignoring, babe,” you giggle softly.
hiii!! may I request fem reader with amir and barry (seperate pls) relationship headcanons? :3 fluff with a dash of suggestive themes and a VERY tiny drop of smut as well if thats alright as well!!
boyfriend headcanons!
a/n !: helloooo sweet anon !! of course you can request these two !! i love teetering on the edge of sfw and nsfw so im all for it !! this might not be as suggestive as you'd like but i hope it's still okay !!
content warning !: fem reader!, small suggestive themes, implications of sex, and some flirting !!
synopsis !: some cuteee headcanons about what it's like being in a relationship with amir n barry from date everything !!
amir
this man loves to look at you, it's basically what he was made for. no pun intended. he takes this job very seriously too, watching as you do whatever tasks you need to do around the house.
he studies your movements. like how your hips sway from side to side, your legs crossing each other as you walk, and the way you bat your eyelashes when you want something.
if he were to take a test on you he'd ace it! he knows every little thing you do, down to the last involuntary movment of your muscles.
amir WILL NOT allow you to be insecure, he will force you to stare in the mirror until you say that you look pretty. and i promise you he will keep you there until you say it.
if you tell him you are insecure he'll make you list all the things you don't like about yourself and kiss those parts! leaving light kisses on each part of the body he loves so much. sometimes it may get a little out of hand though
"amir please not right now" soft kisses land on your thighs, amir never stops though depsite your words. "i'm sorry mwah azizam, i just can't smooch help it. your body is so mwah gorgeous to me." you squirm as his hands hold your thighs down. "ahh—o-okay but you don't need to kiss there!"
praise is big with him! not just in the bedroom. when you're wearing a particularlly cute outfit he'll ask for a spin, studying how the clothes you chose accentuate your curves just right. the colors you're wearing making you look delicious.
he's the biggest flirt ever, doing and saying anything to catch you off guard, even for just a moment. sometimes, when you're talking to other objects throughout the house he'll come up behing you and whisper dirty thoughts into your ear. watching you as you squirm and try not to blush.
you will never have ton ask for compliments from him because he is firing them out on a daily basis. there isn't a moment where he isn't complimenting you. if you have one fan then it's amir, if you have no fans then consider him dead.
as we've seen before, amir cannot stay mad in your presence. you always know just what to say and he appreciates that more than you'll ever know.
post-realization amir would buy you all the most expensive and lavish gifts. shiny jewelry to wear around your wrists, fingers, and neck, colorful clothes to adorn your beautiful body, and all of the lastest accessories.
he would also show you off to all of his fans. there wouldn't be a single fan of amir's that doesn't know about you. he makes sure to talk about you all the time on talk shows, podcasts, and even in his own spin-off.
barry
this sweet boy would be quite the romantic when asking you out. asking all of the other objects to help him prepare this special moment. he wants to make sure it's just perfect for you. since you are the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.
he'd help you choose what products to use as well as pick out an outfit for you.
"here goregous," he hands you a lip liner and two lip glosses, plus some other products for the rest of your face. "use these for your lip combo, i'm dying to see how those colors look on your. . .lips."
he trails off as he begins to think of your pretty lips, so soft and sweet. he'd do anything just to have one kiss from you.
barry would test different lip combos and eyeshadow looks on you, using only the colors that work with your skintone and style. of course he knows what looks good on you. he'd never make you wear something you didn't look good in/feel confident in.
plot aside, if you love to shop, barry would be right by your side. dragging you into different stores like sephora, ulta, and sally beauty's. i hope you aren't a shopaholic cause he will help you break the bank.
or if you come home from a little shopping spree he would immediately have you sit down and give him a haul. listening and watching intently as you talk about each item you pull out of the bags.
will ask you cute trivia questions all the time and you always answer them, even if he's asked some of them before. . .he already knows all about the brands you like and what products you hate but he just wants to hear you talk some more !!
everytime he does your makeup/skincare, he's always so gentle! just like when you're in bed with him.
he always makes sure that you buy waterproof mascara and eyeliner, not for any specific reason of course!
"huff huff—it's a good thing you use such a quality, hmmph—brand of mascara honey. otherwise it'd be—ugh—all over your face!"
sometimes he forgets some things. . .okay not just sometimes. but he makes sure to never forget your favorite things plus your anniversary. he'll always have room in his head for you!
barry also won't allow you to be insecure. he says that "your face is too gorgeous to be insecure my darling! you must show it off to the whole world. i know i certainly want to."
he loves kissing you, he might love it more than any of the other objects to be honest! the feeling of how soft your lips are, the taste of the chapstick you have on. proper skincare is one way to barry's heart!
Volt and Eddie x Reader x Betty (a little Barry x Reader and Dorian x Reader )
Gender not Specified but Reader has a uterus
Words: 2,000+
Notes: For my peeps who have terrible cramps during their period and just want to be held sometimes <3
You lean against the sink counter, one hand pressed against your lower abdomen. Barry stands off to the side, twirling a makeup brush nervously in his fingers.
"Darling, are you alright? You're looking a little... a little pale." He stammers, setting the makeup brush down and setting his hand on your shoulder. You wave him off slightly, reaching for the medicine cabinet.
"I'll be fine, I just..." You take a deep breath, managing to move in the wrong way that sends lightning down the tops of your thighs.
His hands quickly come to your shoulders, stabilizing you as you curl up on yourself. He quickly pulls out the bottle of ibuprofen, shaking one out. "Here, here. Tilt your head back." He says, gently placing the pill in your mouth before grabbing a small cup off the counter and filling it with water. He brings the cup up to your lips, his free hand under your chin.
You take a one gulp, followed by some smaller sips. Reaching up, you gently pull his hand away, careful not to spill any water. He takes your hands, guiding you out of the bathroom. Betty perks up as she sees you and Barry, quickly growing concerned as she sees your pain. She crawls over, immediately helping Barry guide you into bed. She quietly thanks Barry before pulling your heating pad out from the side drawer.
"Bad episode?" She questions softly before plugging in the heating pad and sliding it under the waistband of your shorts.
You nod softly, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes. "I think I caught it early enough so I should be fine in an hour or two."
She frowns, climbing into bed next to you. She grabs one of the smaller pillows on the bed and rests it over your stomach, resting her arm on it. It provides nice pressure on your stomach, causing your muscles to relax a bit.
You feel her curl up at your side, her forehead resting against your temple. You manage to relax a bit more as you feel her touch. "Thank you..," you whimper out softly as another wave of sharp pain shoots through your abdomen.
She softly shushes you as she brings her other hand up. You let out a sigh as her arm slides under your head, her fingers brushing through your hair. "Just relax... take a little nap.."
You glance over at the clock on the dresser, letting out a small sigh. "Wake me up around sundown? I promised Volt and Eddie I'd go visit them tonight.
She smiles and nods, pressing a kiss to your slightly damp forehead. "I will, you just rest.."
You close your eyes, wincing at the pain. She slides her arm off the pillow and slides her hand under your shirt. Her fingers provide soft pressure as she rubs your stomach. You press your ear to her chest, listening to her soft breathing. You focus on the warmth and comfort she provides, and eventually manage to shift your attention to her after ignoring your pain for a while.
You feel a little dazed as you slowly wake to the sound of her gently waking you up. Soft groans leave your throat as you nuzzle yourself against her chest. She giggles, peppering kisses across your face.
"Come on, sweet pea. You told me to wake you up so you can go visit your boys." She coos softly as her fingers brush across your face.
You slowly blink your eyes open, the pain of the cramps now a dull ache. She presses one last kiss on your nose, pulling the heating pad out of its place and gently rolling you over. "Get going now.. before I keep you here all to myself.
You slowly stand, stretching your muscles over your head. She reaches out and gently pats your butt, giggling as you let out a squeak.
"You're gonna get me in trouble." You say with a smile before leaning over and giving her a quick kiss. She smiles, waving you off.
"Don't keep me waiting, honey." She gets comfortable in the sheets, already counting down the minutes until you get to be in her arms again.
You run a hand through your hair to smooth out the bedhead as you walk over to the breaker box. Straightening the dateviators, you walk into the club while stifling a yawn.
"Livewire!" You hear footsteps coming from across the room. Your gaze lands on Volt right before he pulls you into a hug. You melt against his warmth, lazily wrapping your arms around his waist.
He presses a kiss to your head, guiding you over to the bar. Eddie sees the two of you, his eyes twinkling. "There they are..." he says gently as Volt sits you down.
"Apologies, love. But I need to go start the show, I'll catch you after." Volt ducks down, pressing a swift kiss against your lips.
Part of you is tempted to pull him back for a proper kiss, but he's quickly out of reach by the time you think about it. You look over at Eddie, eyes still holding a bit of drowsiness to them.
"Your usual?" He asks while drying a glass.
You shake your head, taking a deep breath.
He frowns, leaning against the counter a bit. He raises an eyebrow, and you already know he's questioning it.
"Took some painkillers, don't wanna mix them." You mumble softly, sitting up a bit to stretch the feeling in your stomach.
Eddie frowns, coming around the bar. He turns you around in your seat, hands on your hips. "You having a cramps episode?"
You nod, taking a deep breath. "It hit earlier. Barry gave me painkillers, and I took a nap with Betty..."
He rubs a hand over your stomach, providing a soft pressure that feels nice on your cramping muscles. He moves his hands down, massaging the tops of your thighs.
"You didn't have to come if you were hurting." He says, seeming to scold you gently.
You sigh, leaning back in the stool as he massages your muscles. "I know, I know... but I wanted to see my boys..."
He playfully rolls his eyes, pulling you off the bar stool. "Come on. Maybe the show will distract you a bit."
You flinch softly as a sharp pain shoots down your thigh when your foot comes into contact with the floor. Eddie's hands immediately hold your waist, holding you up. Bringing your arm up, you wrap it around his shoulders as he guides you over to your table.
Pulling the chair out, he helps you sit down, his eyes never leaving you. When you're settled, Eddie leans over and presses a lingering kiss against your temple. His hand rubs your back softly before stepping back and walking over to the bar.
The first few sets are great, the entertainment providing a good distraction from the pain in your abdomen. Then during Keys performance, the pain starts crawling up your abdomen again. You cringe, hands coming up to rub across your stomach. That only helped a minimal amount, the pain quickly increasing.
You bring your hand up to cover your mouth, the pain making your stomach churn. Trying to take deep breathes, you shift around in your seat, hoping to find a comfortable position. Its nearing the end of Keys set before the pain gets too bad, and you're constantly shifting around in your seat. You look over towards the bar, seeing Eddie distracted by others getting drinks. Volt is probably hidden behind the curtains, waiting to announce the next up on the mic.
There's a chance for you to sneak out unnoticed, and part of you is considering taking it. You don't want to worry them anymore by having them see you in pain. Quietly standing, you glance around and try to keep your head down as you walk out of the bar. Volt peaks out behind the curtain, his eyes immediately landing on your VIP seat. His smile falters as he sees it empty, glancing over at the bar. Eddie glances up to catch a glimpse of you, hesitating on the drink he's making when he sees your empty seat.
He catches Volt's gaze before seeing the door swing open. The both of them look over, catching a glimpse of you before the door swings closed.
You rush out of the bar, rushing over to your bedroom. You stumble a bit as lightening shoots down the tops of your thighs again. Your legs weak from the amount of pain you're in, your hands tingling from the pain. Betty sits up as she hears you walking closer, practically leaping off the bed when she sees your expression.
"Darling, are you in pain again?" She asks softly, guiding you over to bed. She lays you down, frowning as she sees you flinch when you accidentally stretch too much.
You bring your legs up, curling up a bit in the sheets as the pain attacks your stomach and your back. Betty turns your heating pad up to high, laying it across your stomach. You whine, feeling a bit more pain in your back.
She quietly shushes you, resting her hand on the heating pad. "I know your back hurts but you need to keep it on your stomach, love bug."
You mod softly, the pain making your clothes feel itchy. "Betty.." You mumble out softly, and she already knows what you want. She grabs a comfy pair of your shorts, crawling up to bed next to you. She pulls off your bottoms, her hand rubbing over your thighs. Her hands provide a nice pressure before she pulls away and pulls on your comfy shorts.
The shorts provide minimal comfort, still whimpering and groaning in pain. Betty strokes your head, looking down at you. "You can't take more pain killers for another while.." She whispers softly, knowing you're already overstimulated.
You nod, leaning into her touch. "Lay with me?"
She smiles and nods, curling around you as best she can. Her hands come down to your back, rubbing the aching muscles there. You try to relax against her, the pain only subsiding a little.
Your eyes fill with tears, the pain building to frustration. You sniffle softly, leading Betty to coo at you.
"Don't cry, love bug… You know that'll only make things worse." She brushes away your tears, pressing her lips against your forehead.
Only minutes later does Dorian creak open. You don't move from your spot, your head still resting on Betty's chest. She looks up, Volt and Eddie standing in the doorway with worried looks on their faces.
She mumbles into your ear, her hand rubbing your head. "Your boys are here to see you…"
You slowly look over, your eyes red from holding back your tears.
The two of them melt a little at your soft eyes. "Livewire.." Volt says softly, the two of them walking further into the room. Eddie crawls up into bed behind you, Volt walking up behind Betty. Volt slides his arms under you and Betty, gently scooting the two of you further into the middle. Eddie curls his arm around your waist, his chest pressing against your back. Volt curls around Betty, his hand reaching over and rubbing comforting circles on your thigh.
"We got worried when you suddenly left, spark." Eddie mumbles, his lips brushing against the skin of your neck. You let out a soft noise, content with them here around you.
"Didn't wanna worry you guys by seeing me in pain.." You press further against Eddie, his warmth combating your aching lower back.
Volt smiles softly, his hand squeezing your hip. "We could've brought you back to bed if you were hurting, livewire."
You relax further in between them. Betty's hand rubs your head while holding you. Eddie pressed against your back, his hand rubbing over your stomach. Volt pressed against Betty's back, his hand rubbing across your hip and the tops of your thighs.
The small bundle of body heat provides a nice comfort aside from the pain in your body. Everyone is quiet, the soft sounds of breathing filling the room. Dorian quietly walks over, pulling closed the curtains. He leans over Eddie, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
You smile up at him, your eyes drooping as the pain dulls. The boys pull the sheets over everyone and tuck you in. Eddie kisses your shoulder, Betty kisses over your eyes, Volt leans over and kisses the top of your head. The door quietly creaks closed, the rest of the house settling as the sun completely sets under the horizon.
The presence of everyone slowly lulls you to sleep. The other three eventually follow behind you, the four of you having some of the best sleep in a while.
western nights // mean!S2!barry x kook!reader x s2!rafe
summary ; /
warnings ; mentions and using of drugs. kinda violence. barry doesn't give a shit about pogue/kook thing. threesome(mxmxf/switch). smut without real plot. shotgunning (smoking). choking. double p in v. boys kissing (if you see that challengers reference, no you don't.), oral (f&m receiving.). scars mentions. threats.(3k words.). be careful with the warnings.
author's note : i want rafe and barry back as a chaotic duo for S4 part 2, please. it's a threat, not a request. im watching you obx screenwriters.
“someone you know very well owes me money.”
you looked up from your line of cocaine in a loud snort, before sitting comfortably on the bed while rubbing your nose to clean it quickly.
"and how does that concern me barry? you have your business, i have mine. and by the way, are you stalking my clients because you're losing yours ? ”
“ you’re such a fucking ungrateful princess. let me remind you that it’s because of me that you even have a business in the first place. you were nobody before i helped you, it doesn’t matter how much of a kook you are in this business.”
"wow.. someone’s got an attitude. it's not my fault your boy chose me over you.”
"yeah, he’s gonna regret that when you fuck him over."
“and why would i do that?”
he approached you, a big blunt falling out of his lips, before leaning toward you, made you feel quietly small. a short breath escaped your throat while you shivered. a smile with a wicked expression on his eyes showed on his face. “ still afraid of me. why ? it’s been a long time since i’ve had to put you in your place. you still got that scar? ” with a sick, softened voice, he added just over your lips. “that expensive makeup covers it up real good.”
“ what do you want, barry ? ”
in the intimacy of silence between the two of you, he pressed a thumb in the corner of your lips, letting his finger open it a little wider, before pulling out and blowing smoke directly into your mouth, letting your tongue disappear on the shot.
you scoffed, before your throat had swallowed the smoke. “ i want my money. and you're gonna do what i ask you. ”
“ and if i don’t ? ”
“ you don’t have much of a choice actually.”
barry placed himself above you, more threatening than when he welcomed you into his home. you placed a hand on his chest before responding calmly. “ don't be mad at me. it's your own fault you decided to trust him. why are you giving him free shit? you know he can afford it. and don’t give any of that ‘he said he’ll bring the money next time’ bullshit, when has rafe cameron ever been trustworthy?”
“ y/n. don’t start shit you can’t finish. ” he warned.
"what do you want me to do? you have a gun, and no reputation to preserve, if you want to shoot him, he's all yours. don't involve me in this. i'm having a good relationship with my client, do not mess it up. "
“do you think it’s that easy, princess?” he laughed nervously. "obviously. you really think I can get away with taking out Rafe Cameron?”
"i just think if you really wanted to, you would. Since when does Rafe scare you anyway? "
"i had a little disagreement with ward. it’ll just be easier if you handle it."
“what do i gain from all this?”
“It’s your choice. But we’ll talk about it when we’re out of this situation.”
you sighed. the next day, you invited rafe cameron to your house. like every time you called him, he came back.
“ so, where’s the coke ? ” he asked. “ tell me you have something for me. ”
"obviously I do, I'm a dealer, what did you expect ? But do I have any for you ? that's another question. ” you frowned. your gaze was on his beaten puppy face, his eyes were glinting, completely desperate, and his voice was almost pleading and nervous. “ i think i’ve been too nice to you, rafe. maybe i should be mean for once. look at this scar you have, should i give you another one? because that’s what’s gonna happen if you don’t behave. ”
“I’m begging you, please. i'm gonna pay you back.”
"begging already? wow. tell me why i should believe you’re pay me back?”
“ just trust me. you know i have money, i just have to get it.”
“ i have no reason to trust you. “ you shook your head with a tsk tsk that meant you didn’t believe him. he was a pathological liar, it was in his nature to save his ass with lies.
you laughed in frustration, making him raise an eyebrow. "you’re gonna pay me back, huh? I’m not even the only person you owe money to. is this about what we did last time?”
“If i can recall, you were enjoying yourself just fine.” he cut in.
"rafe. you have nothing to offer me. to tell you the truth, if I really needed money, there are ways I can get it. So whatever is going on here, it’s not fair because you’re getting something out of it and I’m not.”
"I told you, I’m gonna pay you back, just please, give it to me. I’ll pay you back tomorrow.”
"We’re going to try this another way. I’ll see you tomorrow and if you have the money you owe us then you’re good. And I’ll take care of you again.”
you kicked him out of your house. the next day, he showed up in your room as you were coming out of your shower. you planned to procrastinate all day before he stormed off like crazy.
"What are you doing? You think you can show up here like this?”
“I have your fucking money. now, i want my coke. i did what you wanted me to do ! ”
you smiled, while giving a pat on his curtain bangs. “ good job, pretty boy. ”
“where’s the coke? give it to me. ”
“i don’t have any.” you replied.
rafe laughed, a nervous and uncomfortable laugh. he took a few steps towards you, pushing you against the wall.
“rafe?”
“where’s the fucking coke? ”
“dude, are you high?” you asked, suddenly unwell by the rising tension you can't feel through the air. “ i just tol...”
he was mad, more than that, frustrated. the way you played with his feelings, you were making him go around in circles. and his hands began to irritate him, to make him wickedly agitated. which meant that he was gradually losing control because you were showing that it was you who had the power. he was just asking for drugs, only a little. it was such a small ask in his eyes, just a fucking line how you gave him some every time he came. like a child's whim, you couldn't take away from him what you had always given him. from his point of view, it was not okay.
and the thing was, you were doing it just now. he felt a horrible chaos inside him which made him spiral. his hands fell terribly on your throat, fingers wrapping in tight around you like a collar.
"i just asked you a question. and you better hope your answer is what i want to hear, because if it’s not this isn’t gonna be fun for you.” he whispered, his lips softly ghosting over yours.
“you’re scaring me….rafe ”
“ good, maybe now you’ll show me some fucking respect.”
he grabbed you by the throat, forcing you to bend your knees so that you were at his feet. you coughed, and he responded with a smirk.
“i don’t have your fucking coke. "
“but you know what, that’s not fair. i held up my end of the deal, o got your money and you don’t have my coke.”
he slipped each of the bills against your tongue down to the exact amount he owed you, forcing your mouth to stay open.
"not having so much fun now, huh?”
“ what a great surprise, my two favorite people in the same place. " had commented a voice behind the kook.
it was barry. you and rafe both shivered. at the same time.
“what the hell is this ?” rafe replied.
“relax country club, i didn’t come to give you a hard time. ”
“so why are you here ?” Rafe replied.
you spat the money back into your mouth and barry came closer to you.
“what the hell are you doing here?” you replied.
"so you're stealing my clients, you're taking my money and what more, you're lying to me?" barry had wisely articulated.
“wait, what do you mean?”
“shut up, rafe.”
“barry, it’s not what you think.”
"that's exactly what i believe. but you know what I believe even more? is that you need to be taught a fucking lesson.yeah, spoiled, rich girls like you need to learn that they can't play with everyone. come on, country club. ”
“barry.” you started. " listen..."
"I would love to listen to you, princess but I'm going to have a hard time doing once i fill that pretty mouth with my cock."
“what?” you retorted.
" oh you know, i'm in a grear mood. you seem to really enjoy playing with people around you. guess today, it's just my turn to play. i'm also thinking we should invite rafe to this game. would be fair actually. will princess be able to say sorry after being her nasty mouth being fucked to death ? ” replied barry by pulling you by the side of your face, hair caged in his grip, making you gasp.
“ pretty sure, bitch like her can. ”
" you're too high to even know where you put your dick. ” you said.
“ very funny. ”he laughed in a sarcastic way, before pulling his pants down, his cock slapping against his stomach, following his movement by plunging it straight into your mouth, one hand with rings covering your throat, pressed tightly his fingers against the back of your neck. “still funny?” he continued as he pushed himself even deeper, feeling his dick deep down in the inside of your pleasing mouth widening around him. “ can't even answer now. ”
Barry smiled before undressing his pants, guiding your hand to his own cock. you quickly got the hang of it, starting to masturbate him, your free hand circled around his full length stroking back and forth, all the while having rafe’s thick length, lodged hard in your throat.
your fist was wrapped around barry’s cock, fingers tightening and sliding around his girth quickly while rafe was buried completely inside your mouth, fucking you faster on the tongue. you already started to get soaked on the inside of your thighs, the wet forming a damp spot on the fabric of your underwear.
both boys stood in front of you, above your kneeling position while you were at their commands. barry invited himself into your mouth, his cock next to rafe's hitting your dripping, sloppy tongue. their two dicks were working your throat at the same time, same pace as your muscle rolled over the two shafts that stretched you open. you could feel the weight of their lengths filling your stuffed mouth. your face was weeping with spit and saliva.
you grabbed their cocks with your free hands, sucking with your mouth and pumping with your fingers, their grunts hovering in the room.
your mouth was completely blocked by the growing size of their dick. rafe smeared all the drool from your mouth on your face, before spitting on your tongue, followed by barry. you touched them both while continuing to deepthroat the two boys. you let your tongue run on the veiny flesh of their dick, trailing your wet muscle around their veins, followed by balls lapping. your received both of their cocks so well like you were always made for this. you coughed several times, letting a trickle of saliva slip from your jaw. they both pulled out, before slapping their cocks on your drooling cheeks. your face was pressed with tears, running down your skin to the floor.
“don’t be lazy, open your legs. ” ordered rafe.
you had spread your thighs, leaving them with a full view of your glistening pussy. “ but look at you, already so wet, soaking like a mess when neither rafe or me already touched you. ” barry mocked.
rafe pushed your glossy lips apart with two fingers making you suck on them, stuffing you full in the mouth to the throat and barry found a place between your legs, and trailed his tongue against your folds filled with wetness that poured over his face.
he traced your clit, before eating out your hole that was pulsing against his messy mouth, the way his tongue licked your slit, slurping in and out, before circling your beating clit. his lips were wrapped around you, dirty lapping your cunt as rafe taking his thick fingers deeper in your throat to the point you choked on them. he cleaned them with his own mouth, before diving his thumb in your lips. the corner of your mouth were foaming as he roughly brushed his digits inside your cavity, two fingers fucking your tongue and throat, as barry widly sucking your cunt. your taste were flowing and he keeping it before kissing you slowly, let in drip back in your mouth.
“ do not swallow it. i bet country club wants a taste of you…” he commented, through the kiss.
without swallowing, you kissed rafe, moving your lips against his and released your tongue over his own. you were over the moon, both of them kissing you, tongue mixed with streams of saliva, and nasty spits.
you placed your hand through your slit, before pushing your fingers against rafe's mouth, forcing him to open wider while you do the same with your other hand with barry's mouth, feeding the two boys with your juice flowing around their hanged jaw. you rushed your digits further in their throat, as they gasped around them. you were so turned on, the way they were literally drooling like dogs over your hands was making you feel insane.
you slowly pulled out your hands as their faces got closer to each other, while watching them kissing through your dirty fingers. you watched them with a twisted smile, as rafe hand reached the throat of barry, his thumb running over his cheek. your gaze was focused on them, and your ears filled with the wet and horny sound of them licking each other. that was hot, and you hated how hot it was. “ are you gonna fuck or should i do it all the work myself ? ”
“ want to be fucked so bad ? ” cutted rafe.
“ is my legs open enough for you, rafe ? ” you said, teasing him flirty.
“ she's really asking for it. ” answered barry.
“ which one's gonna fuck me first ? ”
they both laughed at you as you said something very funny. you raised an eyebrow.
“ you're gonna take us.”
“ it's not gonna fit. ”
“ it's gonna fit. because that pussy is tired of being tight. ”
when they started fucking you it made the heat rise inside you. your whole body was horribly hot, their two cocks were both pressed and stuck in the same hole. you gripped the sheets with your fist, while they stretched your weeping pussy over and over, shoving every inch of their cocks into your soaking pussy. your head was spinning as you lost yourself completely, your flesh smushed onto the mattress. both wrecked your canal, and hitting every one of your spots. you felt strange spasms, a mixture of pleasure and pain as you trembl d and moaned under their thrusts.
“ don't fucking cry, you're the one who wanted those cocks inside you. was too mean to do what your pussy begged for ? too late. neither rafe nor i are going to stop. ” shouted barry while ramming his hips against you in a brutal stroke, making you whine harder.
“ pl-please…”
“ the only thing you need to “ please please ” is for us to fuck you even harder. ” continued the curtain bangs one with a sick smile around his lips.
rafe shutted you cries with a rough snap of his hips, his firm body slammed into yours, while barry next to him, pounded you in the same raw way. his hair was messy as yours, unbrushed and bouncing against his shoulders, as the air became more hotter. you were crying and panting for breath like a crybaby, tits swaying while your vision was getting blurred.
the kook one grabbed your face, hollowing your cheeks with his fingers, before spitting in your open mouth, watching his globe of saliva dripping from your glossy lips. inspired, barry spat on rafe's mouth, forbid him to swallow with his hand brushed on his partner jaw before letting the spit drooling over your mouth.
the pace sped up, as your pussy squeezed them like a vice, the room filled with the wet smacking sounds of your core getting speared roughly. they were fucking you deeply, your cunt dripping around them as they thrusted into you back and forth, all spots getting touch.
next position, you were bouncing on rafe's dick, big hand tugged on your hips, your ass jiggling against and slamming into his large spreaded thighs, as barry letting you suck on his dick. you were giddy, feeling overheated, messing everywhere on both of them. they were working on each part of your body, the overstimulation draining you.
“ suck it well, pretty thing.” he grabbed your jaw, his glare locked into your teary eyes. “ don't forget that you have still another free hole. and trust me, you don't want two cocks in. ”
your mouth found barry's cock, tongue out and wrapped around his crazy shaft, as you slowly pushed your muscle above his tip. you were now used to it, and sucked it directly to the throat, you spitting on it before licking to feel the size hitting the deep of your neck. you were like a dizzy free-use doll that were fucked to heaven.
you placed the dick of barry between your swayed tits that was unstoppable because of rafe's hard strokes on your sloppy cunt. your cunt that was actually filled by his large cock. before starting to pump the dealer with your boobs, you caged the painful boner in the middle of your breasts, and pressed them to the bulging girth before moving up and down quickly. when you heard his raspy grunts near your ears, his mouth and breath brushed your sensitive skin, you accelerated the pace, leaving him growling speechless.
few minutes later, he came around your neck, painting your flesh with white loads. rafe released his cum in you five minutes after, while kissing you, swallowing every breath of yours.
you fell on your back, completely exhausted. “ you guys…are crazy…”
