hey….so I’m gonna need some down right……dirty……smut on Barry………
♯┆Body Shots With Barry.ㅤ ۪ ୧
ᰋ. you're speaking my language, anon 😏 also my strong suit is the lead up to the sex, not the sex itself, so sorry if that part seems kind of short :/ not edited because reading my own smut makes me cringe so bad : WARNINGS . . . unprotected p in v, alcohol, kitchen counter sex, light choking. ̼ ₊
YOU LAID ON BARRY'S kitchen counter, your shirt discarded, and your shorts hung low on your hips. You shivered at the feeling of the cold countertop on your bare back, your teeth biting down slightly on the lime wedge in your mouth, sending the sour taste onto your tongue.
Barry stood beside you with a lazy smirk, a shot in hand. His eyes raked over your figure, taking an agonizingly long time to down the shot as he was having an exceptionally great time oogling your half-naked body.
“I could get used to this,” he murmured, sliding his hand up your thigh, his cool rings soothing on your flushed skin. Finally, he tipped his head back, his lips pressing to the rim of the glass as he downed the clear liquid. It burned his throat, making his face contort momentarily before he dipped his head down, pressing his tongue above your belly button and licking the pre-applied line of salt up your stomach, reaching just below your bra.
He groaned lowly, moving to hover over your face, looking into your eyes. “Fuck, you taste good, baby,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your face as he opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the lime in your mouth, his lips inches from yours, almost kissing you before he pulled away, sucking the juice into his mouth to finish the shot.
“Took your sweet ass time to take that shot," you rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. You moved to sit up on your elbows, but he stopped you.
"Uh uh, stay there, sexy," he commanded with a smirk, pushing gently on your shoulders until you laid back down. "I'm not done enjoying my view yet." His eyes twinkled mischievously as they wandered appreciatively over your body stretched out on the counter.
You flushed, the look in his eyes making a wet spot form on your panties. You felt so vulnerable under his intense gaze, but you loved it.
“Take your bra off, wanna do a proper shot off those tits,” he ordered after a beat of silence, watching you intently. Your breath caught in your throat, but you did as he said, leaning up to unclip your bra and discard it somewhere in the room along with your shirt.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, staring intently at your boobs as you freed them. “Fuckin' perfect,” he groaned, grabbing the the tequila bottle and pouring it along your chest, the cold liquor immediately hardening your nipples as it trailed down your body.
He leaned down, his tongue trailing from your naval to your chest as he lapped up the tequila. He ran his tongue over your nipple, making you gasp. You reached up, holding the back of his head, your nails raking over his buzz as he licked and sucked at your tits.
"Mmm, fuck," Barry groaned against your skin, his dick straining uncomfortably against his jeans as he devoured your tits. He trailed his kisses up toward your neck as he fumbled with his belt, popping the button open on his jeans.
“Presumptuous, aren't we?" You teased, letting out a soft, breathy moan as he sucked on your neck, no doubt leaving a mark that would darken by the time you left—a reminder of this moment.
He kissed up your jaw, mumbling against your skin. “When a sexy lady lets me do shots off her perfect fuckin' tits, clothes start coming off.”
Your giggle in response was cut off by him pressing his mouth against yours, swallowing the sound. You moaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss to push yourself into a sitting position on the counter, facing him to make it more comfortable.
He stripped his shirt before stepping between your legs, running his hands up and down your thighs. He leaned down to capture your mouth again, his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with yours. The kiss was hot, messy, and full of need as he grinded his hips into you.
“Knew you had ulterior motives when you suggested body shots,” you murmured between kisses, your breath coming out in hot pants.
“You ain't exactly the protesting,” he shot back, biting your lip hard enough to sting as he grabbed your hands and placed them on the zipper of his jeans. “Unzip ‘em, baby.”
“Perv,” you grinned playfully, unzipping his jeans for him.
He smirked, wiggling out of his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. His boxers did little to conceal his rock-hard erection. "Guilty as charged." He stepped closer, now clad only in his boxers and a sexy grin, the bulge prominent.
You bit your lip, unbuttoning your shorts and letting him pull them down along with your underwear, leaving you naked before him.
He groaned at the sight of you, completely bare and vulnerable before him. "Fuckin' hell," he muttered, his eyes darkening with lust. He stepped closer, pressing his body against yours, his erection rubbing against your thigh.
“You just gonna stand there or...?" You grinned, running a finger down his chest.
“You want me to fuck you right here?" He asked, running his thumb over your lips. You sucked his thumb into your mouth, nodding at him. “Yes, ma'am,” he smirked, pulling his thumb free so he could push his boxers down, freeing his hard length. He gripped the base, rubbing it along your slit and gathering your wetness on his tip, making you moan.
He watched your face closely as he slowly pushed himself inside you, inch by thick inch, until he was fully seated. He groaned deeply at how tight and wet you were, pausing to let you adjust.
Your mouth opened in pleasure, your hand shooting out to grip his bicep and dig your nails into it.
He groaned at your reaction, his hips flexing slightly as he began to move, slowly pulling out and then pushing back in. "Fuck, you feel so good," he muttered, his voice strained with pleasure. He leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue pushing into your open mouth, muffling the sounds of your moans.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his length slid in and out of your walls, letting you feel every vein and ridge of his hard dick.
"Shit," he cursed softly, hitching your legs higher around his waist, causing him to slide deeper inside you. His other hand went to your throat, wrapping around it and squeezing lightly in a way that made you whine in pleasure.
“Just like that,” you breathed out, feeling a jolt of pleasure through your body as he hit that special spot inside you.
He growled softly, using his grip on your throat to angle your head for a deeper kiss. He started moving faster, his hips slapping against yours as he hit that spot over and over. “This what you wanted, huh, dirty girl?” he panted between kisses, his thumb moving between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his movements.
“Uh huh,” you whimpered, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. Barry could feel it too in the way you began to rhythmically pulse around him.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, feeling your pussy tighten even more around him. He was close, too. “You’re gonna make me come,” he warned, his thumb moving faster over your clit.
It wasn't long after that you felt were arching your back, head tilting back as you moaned, your orgasm triggering his own as he flooded your pulsing cunt with his cum.
He let out a deep, satisfied groan as he came, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release. He kept moving slowly, milking every last drop of pleasure from both of you. His grip on your throat loosened, and he kissed you gently, his tongue softly exploring your mouth. “Good fuckin' girl,” he mumbled.
barry finally getting to sleep after being out selling all night and day. precious finally getting priscilla down for her nap.
precious going into their room n finding barry knocked out and snoring. she huffs out and stands there staring for a few minutes.
she finally decides to sit, that is, directly on top of his lap. she shakes barry’s chest until he grunts.
“get the fuck off me, precious.”
he says. but she doesn’t, because why would she? she lays down over him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“can you play with me, bear? please.”
she breathes out, lips brushing his chin. he doesn’t reply. in hopes she’ll give up and leave him to sleep. she sits up at that. sighs again. then— shuffles down to lift up his shirt and bites down on the pudge on his lower tummy.
he grunts at that. shoving her head away from his tummy as he finally opens his eyes. he sits up quick. grabs her jaw hard and looks at her for a long moment.
he moves, then. grabs her from under her arms and shoves her down onto her back. she’s already almost naked. just clad in a pair of cotton panties. she whines at first, but he shuts her up with a bite down on her nipple. they’re still puffy from breastfeeding.
“how’s that feel, precious? doesn’t fuckin’ feel good, does it.”
he spits out. pulls down her panties quickly before shoving two fingers in. she tries to push at his wrist, already whining at him. he keeps biting at her nipples, her skin, her face, just to prove a point.
he pulls his fingers out of her. shoves them between her lips to lap at. he pulls down his boxers enough to push into her. he slumps ontop of her, holding her down with his weight. he thrusts in and out of her for a few strokes— before keeping still. as deep as he can get inside her.
“i’m not fuckin’ movin. since you wanted me to play with you so bad, keep quiet.”
he mumbles out. tucking himself into her neck and closing his eyes again. she tries to shove him off a few times. but she can’t. so, she accepts it, settles for grinding her clit against his pubic hair every other minute.
she keeps quiet just like he asked.
not doing tags bc idkkk i don’t feel like going to my notes app 🫤🫤 sorry
tw: suggestive content, flirting, mentions of illegal substances, reader being adorable, barry being down bad
you’re new to the whole ‘4/20 blaze it’ mentality. it’s all because of an off-handed comment from a distant cousin— saying that some weed would mellow you out and you wouldn’t be so ‘goddamn nervous’ all of the time. you’re not sure how true that hypothesis could be, but isn’t it worth the risk?
everyone knew barry. kooks, pogues, tourists. if they wanted to get high, barry was the guy. you don’t know much about him, other than that he lives in a trailer deep in the cut and he doesn’t seem to have a last name. he’s also kinda cute, but that’s neither here nor there! you figure that a drug dealer probably doesn’t want to be known as ‘cute’ anyway… so, you set off one saturday afternoon; fifty bucks in your back pocket and sweat clinging to your palms.
barry’s sat in his lawn chair, fucking around with a pistol he nicked off of some guy at a car show on the mainland. how he managed to get through security and back to the cut without any trouble was beyond comprehension, but barry didn’t care. it was just his way of life. he’d done terrible things, yet never seemed to face any repercussions. it’s a bad mentality to have, the whole indestructible thing. barry doesn’t dwell on it, focusing on attaching a magazine when a lone figure walks up.
you’re skittish, he can tell. your hands fumble with a necklace, and you keep chewing on your bottom lip like you’re a kid who’s in trouble. weird as fuck, but… almost cute. barry doesn’t know you, never seen you around before and he’s instantly curious as to how you stumbled upon his lawn. “hi, darlin’. you need somethin’ or no?” barry asks, his slight drawl forcing you out of a reverie. ‘damn it. i hate it when i’m right. he’s cute and he’s got a hot voice.’ you curse yourself, but quickly move a hand towards your back pocket to pull out the cash.
you offer a shy smile, “um, hi! ‘m y/n… and i-i was coming to see if you had any, uh, weed? i brought fifty, but ‘m not really sure how much that’ll get me. i’ve never smoked before, so, uh…” leaning forward, barry sets the gun aside before your eyes can land on the weapon and scurry off. he takes a moment to give you a slow once-over. a couple of bruises on your knees like you were accident prone, an oversized t-shirt that clings to your shoulders and frayed around the hem. his kinda thing. barry likes ‘em a little bit off. you seem to be just that.
“guessin’ you already know my name. i’ll see what i can do for a sweet thing like you. y’know how many ounces you want?” being called a ‘sweet thing’ dazes you, and it’s not like you even know how much you want anyway. didn’t you just admit to him that you haven’t smoked before?!
before you can remind him that you haven’t smoked, barry snaps his fingers. he chuckles, “shit, i forget you said that you ain’t never smoked. my bad, honey. how ‘bout a quarter ounce? i don’t want ya all dizzied up in that head of yours.” you’re still reeling from his previous comment, so you just nod along and fork over the crisp, fifty dollar bill with no issue. barry’s hand gently brushes yours away, pursing his lips together as he continues to stare. jesus, you were adorable. walkin’ up like you’re so unsure, almost afraid of a man like him.
typically, he sold quarters for about sixty-five— sometimes higher if he wanted to piss off a kook or some lame-ass touron. but, you’re standing in front of him with these glassy eyes that cause his jeans to tighten. how could he say ‘no’ to a face like yours? “lemme make you a deal, okay, baby? consider this a freebie, since you’re poppin’ the weed cherry. you end up likin’ it, and we’ll figure out an arrangement. sound good?” barry offers.
arrangement? what did that entail? like a payment plan or was it something more… physical? while barry’s hot, like stupid hot, you’re not that kinda person. but, he’s being nice. much nicer than anyone else is used to dealing with. besides, it wouldn’t be bad, right? you nod reluctantly, ignoring the jolt of tension that sparked when barry declined your money and shoving it into your back pocket once more. “y-yeah, that’s cool. um, thank you! i really appreciate it. i know that first-timers can be annoying… or that’s what i’m guessing!”
barry lets out a laugh, as he stands up and gestures to his trailer with a tilt of his head. “you stay right there, sweetheart. imma run in real quick and get you settled. just look pretty for a sec, mkay?” the man doesn’t offer you a moment to react, he’s already setting off towards the trailer with a swagger that makes your knees weak. well, this seems like a mission accomplished. or, that’s at least what you’re hoping for…
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ac speaks!
hi i’m actually in love with barry and need him expeditiously but what can a girl do??? also i know nothing about weed bc im #anxious so pls don’t hate me if anything’s inaccurate but yeah!! lmk if you have any thoughts🫶🏼🫶🏼
just wanted to drop in and show you guys the vibe i was going for when i had originally planned my first au with barry since i’m trying to free up storage in my drive.. it was going to be either butcher!barry x farmer’s!daughter!reader or linecook!barry x farmer’s!daughter!reader ♡
content warnings: mentions of addiction (heroin and alcohol), trauma, child abuse, complicated relationships, self-sabotage, mentions of the US military preying on poor kids, classism
known as barry's girl. can be found sleeping or watching tv on barry’s couch. causes much intrigue among barry’s clients. who is she? is she kook or pogue? what is her relationship to barry? the last one causes a lot of tension
wrapping up a deal when he hears an agonizing scream. he wraps up his deal quickly and walks into his living room
“the fuck goin’ on in there?”
“that bitch cut me.”
“i’m gon' need you to watch yo mouth.” he turns to the sluggish girl now standing and gripping a bloody switchblade, pointed at the customer clutching his face. “what happened?”
“i just told you!”
barry side-eyes the man. “not another word. unless you wanna lose the hand.”
he turns his attention back to the girl, raising an eyebrow in wait for her answer.
“fucker tried to touch my tit.” her glare never falters.
the man turns red in the face, not from the humidity this time. “she’s lying.”
“you got five seconds to get the fuck up outta here.”
the man blanches. “now hold on!”
“three.”
the man reaches for his baggie of coke on the table. the switchblade stabs between his hand and the baggie. he looks up, a pitiful expression on his face. “come on, man.”
“one.”
the man runs out. a shot rings out. he screams and hits the ground. he touches the stinging spot on his butt. his lower lip wobbles as he speaks, “y-you sh-shot me.”
barry nods, “tell your friends, bitch.”
“fuck you!” he cries, sniveling as he struggles to stand.
barry glares as he begins to walk to his door but stops at the steps. "what you say!?”
the man apologizes profusely and finally finds his bearings. he runs; barry shakes his head at the cowardice.
“asshole,” the girl mumbles as she flops back down on the couch.
“you got me losin’ customers.” he sits down next to her, staring at the sitcom rerun playing on the tv. she hums in acknowledgement.
“you gon’ get rid of me.”
he scoffs, believing it to be a joke and ready to answer it as such. until he looks at her. she's staring straight ahead, but he sees her scratching at her thumb, a nervous tick she's had for as long as he's known her. he's glad there's one thing that hasn't changed. “nah.”
she nods and lays her head on his shoulder. they stay like that for the rest of the day.
grew up in a shack near the swamp, very isolated from most of the island. father left her to deal with her mother’s rage and declining health at 6. although barry’s was the closest home to her they didn’t meet til middle school. she opened up to him in ways she hasn’t opened up to anyone
very thin, bordering on malnourished due to the prolonged drug use. slowly gains weight and muscle during her stay with barry due to him having no heroin under his roof
started living with barry after her parents kicked her out for doing heroin. he blames himself for her getting addicted to heroin in the first place so he let her stay
only physically affectionate when high because it makes her walls come down and makes her remember what she and barry used to have. barry tries his best to keep it classy when she gets like that
he forgot how clingy she gets when she’s drunk. she places open mouthed kisses against his neck, nearly putting her whole body weight on him. “i see the way you look at me. come on. you’re not gonna get this when i’m sober. you really wanna look a gift horse in the mouth?”
“i’ll live.” he softly but firmly removes her hands from his pants and holds them together. “you need to sleep this off.” he drags her to his bed and pushes her back.
she hits the bed with a bounce and laughs, “kinky.”
he shakes his head as he covers her with a blanket and pats her shoulder. “night.” he turns to leave the room when she replies, “night, bear.”
the affectionate nickname stops him in his tracks; he turns around to ask her to repeat it, but she’s already knocked out.
resents barry for leaving her to enlist after high school. he’s the only one that knew about her home life. can’t help but feel that he left because she was too much. she knows it’s not true and that he really needed the money and the (alleged) benefits but that nagging voice casts an unshakeable doubt in her mind
works at a bar in the cut as a bartender after a year at barry’s cause she didn’t want to rely on him; in her mind, it would only give him more of a reason to think she’s deadweight or using him (he doesn’t). she replaces heroine with booze but swears she won’t get addicted because she refuses to be like her mom
pretend to be a lone wolf but secretly longs for community and lifelong bonds. it’s why she entertains the idea of getting back with barry but always ends up pulling away
tries to be nonchalant but fails spectacularly. she is under a lot of stress with trying to stay clean, working through her complicated feelings about barry, and trying to get her life back in order
doesn’t try to hide her contempt for rafe or that he’s always around (he’s not) and doesn’t know how to keep his head out of her business. she thinks he’s an annoying, cocky, sniveling brat
he sluggishly turns his head to the right and squints, it takes him a while to accept what she’s doing in front of him, ruling it out as a hallucination at first. he nudges barry’s foot with his own, “should she be doing that?”
the girl doesn’t look up, still focused on holding her foot steady as she tries to stick the needle between her toes. “i’m weaning myself off.”
barry sighs, “she’s weaning herself off.”
rafe frowns in confusion at the pair’s reaction, “shouldn’t she be doing that in like, i don’t know, a facility?”
she stops looking for an entry point and looks up at rafe. “you’re one to fucking talk. didn’t you just do a line.”
“yeah but i’m not fucking-” he gestures wildly, “sticking fucking needles in my foot.“
barry feels a headache forming just thinking about the fallout of this argument. “ay man.” his attempt at deescalating the situation is ignored.
she turns her focus on the kook and points the syringe threateningly. “keep fucking talking, and i’ll stick this shit so far up your ass you’ll cough and feel it.”
barry whistles sharply, halting the argument and bringing their attention to him. “both of you need to chill the fuck out. ruinin’ my high. shit.”
the thickest accent you’ve ever heard. rafe jokes that he can never understand them when they’re talking about
hates her name and only responds to ‘M’ or personally approved nicknames. barry calls her by her real name when he’s pissed at her
owns a hunting rifle named ‘shirley’ left behind by her dad and has only used it three times in her life (when her mother tried to kill her, jj stealing 25K, shooting barry)
smokes with the single moms and wives of the trailer park. they talk about their husbands and kids and share the latest gossip about kooks and pogues alike, it’s how she stays in the know and barry stays ten steps ahead of competitors, enemies, and the law
barry’s the only one that sees through her cool girl facade. it’s why he’s the only one that can truly hurt her
