18+ (take place during the DH, all characters are 18+)
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Thinking of how boyfriend!Harry would let his best friend, Ron, fuck his girlfriend when the horcrux was bothering him. Harry knew that the horcrux affect Ron worse than him and Hermione, and Ron’s outbursts were getting worse and worse. But Harry knew the way to help Ron cope with his anger.
As Ron had his girlfriend bent over the table, violently snapping his hips into her cervix, making you whimper and moan at every thrust. Your hands gripping the table to steady yourself as you look up at your boyfriend through the tears of pleasures that welled up in your eyes. Harry had told you already “to be a good girl and let Ron fuck your pretty pussy. It was about Ron’s Pleasure, not yours.”
Anything for the chosen one, right?
As Harry watched you and Ron, he played with the horcrux around his neck. Thank gosh Hermione had decided to take a walk to look for food and for her protective charm as Your moans of pleasure and The sound of you and Ron’s skin slapping together began to get louder and louder. He couldn’t help but notice the anger fading from Ron’s eyes as he reached his climax.
could i please request a drabble with the "i hate everyone but them" with rafe or barry (or both) or topper, or really any obx character that you think would fit the bill? i am obsessed with your writing, that trope, and outerbanks and think it would be perfect
Thank you so much, baby xoxo
Author's Notes: If you give me option for Rarry, I will pick them every time. This somehow turned into a "Tease Rafe" fest...so...sorry if it got out of hand...I think it came back around. Let me know what you think if you have a moment. If you requested this - I hope you love it xoxo
Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Smutty- ish * (daddy kink, biting/ marking, so much teasing, poly-relationship, dom! barry, tiny bit of jealousy? unprotected sex - please use protection, your choice which!)
Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!
*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo
If he could have, Barry would have left the Outer Banks years ago. If he had the foresight to what would have been coming his way when he arrived here, he probably would have never hitched a ride and let his roots grow.
He hated it here. At best he tolerated it. The people were stuffy and there was always something going on. Some sort of drama that he wanted no part of. The sense that the other shoe would drop was lurking around every corner, and he hated it. He never knew what to expect.
He was thankful for two people in his life that made the OBX seem less hellish, especially in the suffocating Summer. He couldn't believe he had been so lucky to have two people love him the way they did.
Barry was outside, just tidying up the yard for the first time in a few weeks. The Summer had been so hot. A stifling, almost unbearable heat that no one wanted to do anything outside. It was the first day in a long time that he made his way outside to kick around some of the branches and leaves that had fallen from the tree that shaded over the little hut they called home.
The windows of the small home were open, allowing the soft end of Summer breeze make it's way through the house and refresh the air within. As Barry made his way around the back of the house, near the bedroom they all shared, he halted as he heard a familiar giggle of Her.
"Rafe, don't!" Her laughed echoed over the property and into Barry's chest. He walked closer to the window at the back of the house and took a peak inside. He breathed out a smile as he saw his lovers rolling around on the bed together, as naked as he left them, tangled in sheets.
"I can't bite?" Rafe muttered as his hands disappeared beneath the sheets to pull her thighs up around his hips, his face buried in the crease of her neck.
"You leave big marks, baby." She breathed out as her nails pulled down his back to leave marks of her own.
Barry would never deny that he was usually the jealous type. If he was with someone then that person was hard-pressed to get time by themselves. He had a tendency to be a bit controlling, he knew that. So when the opportunity presented itself for him to be in a "throuple" he was beyond hesitant. He wasn't sure he had the capacity to share that love with two other people. He was afraid he would get jealous when it was just the two of them, and not him. But the deeper he got, the more he realized he loved being wrapped in the arms of two people. Or watching them together.
There was nothing he loved more than watching the two people he loved please each other, scream for each other while they begged for him to join them.
"You let Him bite. Why can't I?" Rafe growled as he pulled his face up from her neck and licked his lips, his weight held on his forearms.
Rafe Cameron, on the other hand, was a jealous son of a bitch who would never admit it. He would never admit that even if it turned him on, he was jealous when it was just Barry and Her rolling around in bed together. It made Rafe jealous that Barry could sink his teeth into her skin, and he couldn't. He was too rough, lost control in the heat of the moment too often.
"You know why, Country Club." Barry stated firmly as he tapped his knuckles firmly on the window frame to get their attention.
"Daddy, come in here with us." Her smile was wide as she turned over in Rafe's arms then crawled towards the open window behind the bed. She trailed her fingertips down the screen of the window as she sat pretty and naked in front of him, her neck covered in his own soft bite marks and a few of Rafe's harsher ones.
"Be there in a second. Don't let him bite you like that. Put him in that choke hold I taught you." Barry grinned sending her a wink, placing his palm flat on the dirty window screen before he walked away. As he brushed his hands on the legs of his coveralls his smile grew as he heard Rafe's yell through the open window.
Don't, baby! Ah - fuck! Why did he teach you this!
Barry made his way into the house once more, his lover's play fighting in the bedroom getting a little louder and a little closer. He washed his hands in the kitchen sink then took his time walking down the hall. He leaned against the door frame of their bedroom and breathed out a laugh when he found them tangled in bed again.
"Woman, what are you doing to him? That's not the move I taught you." Barry laughed, his hands in his pockets as his eyes scanned them on the bed.
She was perched on top of Rafe who laid on his back with his hands behind his back. She straddled the small of his back, sitting on his hands with one of her hands rooted in his hair as the other reached forward, walking across his chest.
"Came up with a new one." She smirked over at him as she gave Rafe's hair a pull, making him groan. Barry breathed out a laugh as he walked over to the bed, his hands resting on the edge of the mattress as he leaned over to be near her lips.
"You know, I think he likes it more than you think he does." Barry mumbled as reached a hand up to push some of her messy hair off her face.
"Dude, get her off me. She's stronger than she looks." Rafe groaned as he struggled under their girl, his neck strained to see what was going on above him.
"C'mon, Country Club. Seen you take down dudes bigger than her. You can do it." Barry taunted as he pushed himself off the bed, and rounded the mattress as he unzipped his coveralls.
"I don't wanna hurt her." Rafe breathed out, his response shaky and he clenched his fists underneath her as he turned his face, pressing his cheek against the sheets.
"You won't hurt me, baby." She cooed as she pulled her nails down his back to make him shudder.
"And if you do hurt her, I'll kill you." Barry grunted as he pulled his tank top over his head, and dropped it to the floor. He stepped out of his coveralls then crawled into bed with his lovers, kneeling beside their girl and Rafe while he squirmed.
Barry inhaled sharply as he saw the raised skin on her backside, the distinct mark of Rafe's teeth marked into her sweet skin. He shook his head as he leaned forward and grabbed the finely sculpted jawline of the boy face down on the bed as he whined.
"Left some nasty marks on our girl there, Baby Boy." Barry stated firmly, his eyebrows knit together as he scanned Rafe's face before he zeroed in on the exaggerated pout he wore.
God, he couldn't handle a bit of teasing. Even from Her, and she was the nice one in their relationship.
"M'sorry." Rafe muttered as he tried to pull his face out of Barry's grip, his feet kicked up behind him to try and knock the girl off of him as gently as he could.
"Be gentle. Got it?" Barry ordered as he removed his grip on Rafe's handsome face, but pointed his index finger menacingly at him.
"Understood." Rafe nodded his breath so heavy with anticipation, frustration, he thought he might pass out.
"C'mere, woman. Let the man catch his breath." Barry smirked as he sat up on his knees and held his hand out of for the woman still perched so pretty on top of Rafe's back. When she took his hands, her body turned towards him, Barry tugged her off of Rafe and into his arms.
"You smell like sweat and dirt." She whispered, her arms and legs wrapped around him tightly as he placed her in his lap.
"Thought that's what you liked about me. That, and I keep this one in line for us." Barry nodded over her shoulder towards Rafe who was slowly sitting upright, pushing his hands through his hair with a huff.
"I help, too." She replied with a quick look over her shoulder at Rafe before she turned back to Barry and tugged at his hair, pulled back and falling out by the second.
"Got a different technique than me, but yeah." Barry chuckled as he ran his calloused fingertips down her soft spine and watched intensely as her eyes closed, and her hips rocked in his lap.
"But yours is the best." She shivered as she pressed her own fingertips to his jawline, her forehead dropped to his as she bounced in his lap a little.
"Think so?" Barry muttered as he held on to her hips as she rolled them in little circles. He could feel Rafe's eyes on them, the jealousy rising in the younger man and mingling with the frustration.
"Yes, Daddy." She whispered as she wrapped her hand around the necklace that hung low on his chest.
"Baby Boy is a little jealous. You look so pretty bouncin' in my lap, but all he got was his hands behind his back." Barry teased as he pressed one of his hands flat against her back as the other lazily beckoned a sour looking Rafe over to them.
"Not jealous." Rafe grumbled as he propped himself up on the pillows next to Barry, propped against the wall under the window. He let their girl reach her hand out to him, her hand over his heart as she shifted in Barry's lap.
"You are, baby. Don't be. I love you both." She whispered, eyes wide as Barry reached between them to guide her down onto his manhood that had been pressing at her entrance.
She gasped as Barry settled inside of her completely, releasing a throaty groan of his own. She wrapped one arm around Barry's neck to bring his head down to her shoulder as the other hand slowly walked up Rafe's chest to his handsome face, and thumbed at bottom lip.
"Kiss me. Don't pout, or I'll sit on your hands again." She breathed out with a smile as she ran the pad of her thumb over Rafe's bottom lip while she followed the rhythm Barry created for her.
"Had your fun. Gonna put your hands behind your back next." Rafe growled as he bit at the tip of her thumb, then surged forward to kiss her lips. She gasped into his mouth as Barry hit that sweet spot inside of her and Rafe couldn't help but moan, too.
"So pretty. Does it feel good, sweetheart?" Rafe breathed as he reached for her hair and gave a soft tug. He watched as her eyes rolled back, Barry's groan bouncing off the bare walls of the house as she circled her hips a little wider, a little faster.
Days when it was just the three of them together, nothing but their love surrounding them, were seldom these days. It seemed there was always a problem around a corner for them to face, but Rafe knew they could face it together.
"Love you." She whispered as she tugged at the gold chain around his neck to bring him in for a kiss.
"Love you, too. Both of you." Rafe grunted as he pressed his lips to hers over Barry's shoulder.
Barry groaned with his release, pulling her off of his lap to rest her on her back as he leaned into Rafe. As he released a heavy breath he took a few seconds to recover, and take in his surroundings.
He fucking hated the Outer Banks. Big houses with fake people inside them at the centre of the island, while people on the outskirts starved trying to make ends-meet. But the people in his bed? He hated everyone but them. He loved them. He would die for them.
"Alright, woman. Get up. Teach you how to put Baby Boy in that choke hold again." Barry smirked, his bottom lip tucked under his silver tooth as he extended his hand to the girl to pull her up once more.
*tag list is open, please let me know if I forgot you or you would like to be added/removed from particular posts. I've removed the people that don't pre-populate :(
summary: rarry relationship headcanons cause i love this request
notes: 400 FOLLOWERS ??? wtf i am beyond thankful for all of you guys thank u <3
warnings: none :)
nick names they’ve given to you ( because I know for a fact they would give you so so MANY ) babydoll, pretty girl, angel, sweet thing
rafe’s favourites: babydoll, baby & pretty girl
barry’s favourites: sweet thing, women & angel
the three of you stayed at barry’s seeing as ward wasn’t fond of his son dated you and barry plus he just wasn’t fond of his son in the first place seeing as he always thought of sarah and never rafe or wheezie
speaking of wheezie, she comes over a lot to see you guys, you and her clicked the first second you met.
you guys get ice cream together, went shopping and baked then made rafe and barry try whatever it was you guys made ( they always said it was really good even if it tasted like shit have the time )
it made rafe happier then he cared to say when he watches the two of you bond since the cameron family dynamic was screwed up beyond repair
speaking of family both of the boys’ families were messed up and left them broken so they were left VERY touch starved
with barry he loved it when you untied his hair hand ran your fingers through it and just massaged his scalp, i made him melt into you instantly
as for rafe he loved cuddling, it made him feel safe and protected so when he laid down in between you’re legs and placed his head on you’re stomach he did the same a barry and melted into you
when you guys sleep you always sleep swished in between them your head on rafes chest and barry’s arms wrapped around your waist or with both their faces in the crooks of yours neck and all of your legs tangled together at the bottom of the bed
REQUEST OF POLY BARRY AND RAFE AND THEY DO LINES OFF ALL PLACES OF YOUR BODY 😍
Author's Notes: You can't do this to me. I had far too much fun with this, but like...for the love of God be careful out there, friends. This is a work of fiction, and I love you. Take care of yourselves xoxo.
Warnings: DRUGS - USE AND ABUSE, Drinking, Swearing, Smut (*daddy kink, threesome/ poly relationship, fingers and hands!)
Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!
*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo
Barry sat comfortably from his position in the armchair in the corner of his bedroom, watching as the two of them rolled around in the bed together. He sipped at his beer and sunk lower in his seat, adjusting his pants as they got tighter.
"C'mere." Rafe growled as he grabbed onto the girl in the bed, her squeal and giggle echoing through the bare walls.
Rafe sat in the bed in nothing but his briefs as he grabbed onto the girl, completely naked, and dumped out the pristine white powder onto her shoulder as he kept her snug in his lap. He brought his nose down to her shoulder and sniffed along her skin as he groped at her breasts, his head tossed back as he reached the end of his line.
"From now own I'm only sniffing coke off you." Rafe stated as he looked at the ceiling, her breasts still in his hands.
"Baby, come play." She giggled as she reached back to twist Rafe's hair between her fingers, her eyes looking over Barry still sat fully clothed in the chair.
"Just fine watching you two." Barry mumbled with a small smile as he looked at them over, watching as Rafe sunk his teeth into her neck the way she liked.
"Rafe!" She moaned as she tugged at his hair, her lips pouted as she kept her eyes on Barry.
"Try some." Rafe growled as he kissed his way up the side of her face to her ear, the bag of coke in his hands.
"No." Barry stated firmly getting up from his spot in the chair. He placed his beer bottle down firmly on the dresser beside him and walked over to the bed, taking the bag from Rafe.
"Gonna pull that Daddy shit with me, too?" Rafe replied with a sniff as he grasped at air, reaching for the bag.
"Will if I have to. She's not trying this." Barry growled as he held the bag of powder up between them. He gave Rafe a menacing glare before his face softened and he looked at the girl sat up on Rafe's lap.
"Hear me? No." Barry stated firmly as he held her face in his hands, making her look directly into his eyes.
"Can't I try just a little, Daddy?" She asked sweetly as she crawled off Rafe's lap, propped up on her hands and knees in front of Barry.
Barry let out a sigh. He held the bag in his hands, opened the top and reached in to press the tiniest bit of powder between his index and thumb. He pulled his fingers out and held it up to her nose watching as she inhaled.
"That's it. No more." Barry grumbled as he held her gaze, letting her know he meant business.
"Oh, come on. That's not gonna do anything." Rafe scoffed as he pulled her back into his lap then ran his tongue over her shoulder to be sure he got every last bit of cocaine. He ran his fingers down her body to between her legs to make her gasp.
"The fuck it won't. She doesn't have your tolerance for this shit, Rafe." Barry glared as he tossed the bag back to the younger man, then kept his eyes on the girl on the bed.
"How do you feel, gorgeous?" Rafe asked as his middle finger rolled her clit, making her squirm in his lap.
"G...Good." She stuttered, her hips pushed down in Rafe's lap as she kept her eyes on Barry's face.
"If you ask nicely again, maybe Daddy will come play with us." Rafe grinned as he added his index finger between her legs, his teeth sinking into the skin of her neck.
"Daddy, please." She begged as she reached back to pull at Rafe's hair while her other hand stretched out to pull at Barry's shirt.
"C'mon. Come do a line off her ass or something. It's fucking perfect." Rafe growled as he slipped two fingers inside of her, his eyes flickering over to the older man at the foot of the bed. He knew Barry could only watch as he teased her for so long.
"You know I don't get high off my own supply." Barry muttered, running his fingertips over the scruff on his face. His eyes were fixed on Rafe's fingers as they plunged in and out of that tight little space he wished he could fill.
"Technically, I bought it off you. And now it's mine. So it's my supply you're getting high off." Rafe grinned with a bite of her shoulder before he turned to look over at Barry.
"Damnit, Country Club." Barry grumbled as he pursed his lips then pulled his shirt over his head before he climbed onto the bed with them.
"Bend over, gorgeous." Rafe smirked as he pulled his fingers from inside their girl and lifted her from his lap to place her on all fours on the bed.
Rafe handed him the bag of pure powder, eyebrows raised as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. Barry shook his head as he accepted the bag, never knowing how he got himself into these situations with these two.
Barry grabbed her hips and pulled her over to him. He shook the littlest bit of cocaine out, down on her spine. He and Rafe locked eyes, Rafe giving him a nod. Barry tugged her backside into his groin as he bent over and trailed his nose down her spine, sniffing up the white powder.
"Fuck." Barry growled as he sat back up, pinching his nostrils as the feeling of the drug hit the back of his skull. He released his grip on her hip and reached around to take his turn to press on her clit.
"Daddy!" She gasped as she pressed her chest down on the messy sheets, her backside up the air for Barry's attention.
"Good shit, right?" Rafe muttered as he leaned over to press a kiss to the side of Barry's neck, before he leaned over to kiss the woman on her spine to lick up any excess of the drug.
Barry hummed in response as his fingers rolled her clit, watching as Rafe covered her back in kisses and tongue prints. He didn't often do drugs, his own or anyone's for that matter, but something about Rafe and this girl rolling around his bed covered in that white powder set him off.
"Yeah, she's the best." Barry grumbled as he reached his index and middle finger down to plunge inside of her soaked entrance, making her sob out into the mess of sheets.
"Meant the coke, but she's fucking amazing too." Rafe growled as he pressed onto his hands and bit at the back of her neck to make her whine.
"Please." She whispered into the blankets, her cheek pressed against the mattress as she turned her face to look back at both of the men knelt behind her.
"Turn over." Barry ordered gruffly as he pushed a loose curl from his face.
"What - " Rafe growled as he looked from the girl on the bed to Barry.
"You had your fun. Go sit down and watch. Come down a little, then you can come back." Barry ordered as he looked into Rafe's eyes as they started to get dazed from the cocaine.
"Fine." Rafe grumbled as he crawled off the bed and sat in the armchair Barry had previously been sitting in and watched as Barry flipped their girl over onto her back and took up the space between her thighs.
Rafe ran his index finger under his nose as he watched Barry unbuckle his pants, and pull them over his backside before he dropped down to his hands over their girl. He felt the littlest bit of jealousy as he watched Barry slid inside of her, her moan echoed throughout the entire bungalow and even in his bones.
He knew the rules though.
You can play, but you can't fuck when you're high on coke.
He let out a groan from deep in his chest as he watched Barry's hips - in, out, in, out - and reached for the long forgotten beer bottle on the dresser and took a long drink.
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This is my first time writing a poly relationship so I'm nervous about it!!! Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much xoxo
Author's Notes: On a hot day in the OBX, Rafe loses his cool... If this was your request I hope you love it - Thank you xoxo
Warnings: Drugs - use and mentions of, Swearing, Angst (honestly I went with it and it turned out with way more angst than I intended..) *One mention of daddy? is it worth a warning? fine..
Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!
*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo
They were quiet. It was too hot to be anything else in that small little bungalow. It baked in the sun and trapped heat like an oven on the hottest days in the Summer, making even the most chipper of people miserable when they were inside of it.
She laid on the tattered old couch in just her underwear and one of their shirts, she couldn't remember who she took it from at this point. She pushed her sweaty hair off of her forehead and tossed a sigh to the ceiling.
"Bring me my bong, sweetie?" Rafe grumbled from his spot, slouched in the armchair on the opposite side of the living room. His shirt long thrown over the back of the chair, and his pants unbuttoned.
"That's a bad idea." Barry muttered from the kitchen as he weighed out bags of orders for his clientele. He hoped by the time people came by in the evening the house would be cooled off, and the two of them would have more clothes on.
Not that he particularly minded.
"It's fine. Sweetie, bring it over." Rafe scoffed as he sat up a little straighter and beckoned her over with one hand.
She sat up on the couch a grimace on her face as she felt the sweat roll down her back. She tossed her legs over the side of the couch and reached for the expensive glass bong Rafe cherished almost as much as Barry and Her. Almost.
As she wrapped her tiny fingers around the mouth piece and lifted it off the table, she heard Barry's sharp inhale from the kitchen.
"Sweetie, don't lift it like - " Rafe gasped as he stood up from his chair and reached for the bong in her hands, but couldn't grab it in time.
All three of them watched it slip from her meek grasp and crash to the floor. Barry stood up from his place at the kitchen table, chest pushed out ready to step between them if Rafe got too upset. He knew the younger man had a tendency to get more than irrationally angry at the tiny things.
"Fuck! Are you serious?" Rafe roared as he tugged at his hair and crouched down by the broken glass, water all over the already stained carpet.
"Rafe. C'mon, man. Don't yell at her. It's just a bong. Can buy a new one at every corner store on the island." Barry replied as he moved from behind the table and slowly made his way into the living room.
"I'm sorry, baby." She whispered as she pressed her hands to her chest.
"Don't be sorry. He shouldn't ask you to hand him stuff like that. He knows better." Barry replied with a glare at Rafe who was still crouched on the ground around the broken pieces of glass.
"$200. Down the fucking drain." Rafe growled as he went to grab some of the shattered glass.
"Don't! Don't touch it, Country Club. Shit. And why you spending that much on a bong?" Barry grumbled as he crouched beside Rafe and swatted away his hand from the dirty, broken glass.
"It's all I have from...it's all I have." Rafe sighed as he pushed his hands through his hair and flopped onto his backside on the floor.
Her heart sank as she watched his sad eyes look at the floor and the broken glass at his feet. She sunk down to her hands and knees and crawled over to him, careful of the glass and water.
"I'm sorry, Rafe." She whispered as she placed her hands on his knees, making room for herself between them and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"It's not your fault. I should've stopped fucking with glass bongs the second I started fucking with you. You cause nothing but damage. You've got slippery little fingers." Rafe smiled into her neck as he accepted her affection, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her close.
"He not wrong, Little One" Barry chuckled as he stood up with a soft groan, making his way towards a hall closet to grab a broom.
"I'll buy you a new one." She whispered as she ran her fingertips through Rafe's hair.
"It's okay. And I'm sorry I yelled....if I scared you." Rafe mumbled as he pressed a soft kiss to her neck before he pulled back to look into her eyes.
"A little. But I know that Daddy would kick your ass if you stepped out of line even an inch." She replied as she massaged her fingertips into his scalp.
"Yeah, I would. So, who's cleaning up this shit?" Barry muttered as he stood in the doorway of the living room with a broom in his hand.
"I will. I told her to give me the bong, I'll do it." Rafe sighed as he gave her hips a pat to prompt her to move and reached for the broom in his other lover's hand.
"Lucky you cute, Rafe Cameron." Barry grinned with a shake of his head before he turned away and walked back to the table to go back to weighing bags.
As Barry got into a rhythm with his work, his two lover's in the other room cleaning up the mess his interest was piqued when heard her more than distinct giggle radiate throughout the house.
"Hey. Behave in there. I got shit to finish first"
Hello !! Hiii! I love your Barry x Rafe X Y/N fics pleaaase make some more 🥺
Fear not, I will be writing many, many more! I am working on a Rafebarry x Reader fic right now, and it should be out either later tonight or tomorrow at the latest!
