#i can listen to barry whenever the fuck

[dullahandyke]

leaving cert students how are we doing

[cameronwillow]

Perverted

Brothers best friend! Rafe Cameron x fem reader

Your brother Barry doesn’t want to pick you up from Rafe Cameron’s house. The guy you’ve been obsessed with, even doing questionable things about it. But as Rafe drives you home, he decides to go another way and change your relationship.

Reuploaded!

Warnings! Female masturbation! Cum eating! Virgin! Reader! Daddy kink! Oral, female recieving, unprotected sex and overall filth.

Sneaking into Rafe Cameron’s room was probably a bad idea but your brother Barry already told you he wasn’t going to pick you up tonight if you went to this party. So, Rafe offered you a ride home a few minutes ago and you made up an excuse that you needed to powder your nose. When really…you needed a souvenir.

You tip toed around, finding his desk and you took one of his pens. You shoved it in your purse and quickly exited, shutting his door. Rushing out of the house, your short black skirt rode up as you jogged to his car. A spike of adrenaline heat your veins as you opened the passenger door, your heart pounding. It wasn’t the first time you’d taken something of Rafe’s. Not by a long shot. And one time…when you came over, you overheard him jerking off in his room, riding his pillow. When he left, you went inside and licked up his mess.

The collection of pens you took, a shirt and pair of boxers, you used to touch yourself with. Creaming all over anything of his you could get. You slide in the seat, listening to the music coming from Rafe’s radio and glances over to you. You look down, seeing your skirt hiked up so high you can almost see your panties underneath but you leave it.

“You remember my address, right?” You ask and he nods.

“Mhm, been there before remember?” He says and pulls out of the driveway. You’re mindful not to bite your lip not wanting to smear your lipstick but your nerves cause your knee to bounce as he starts to take another way to your house.

“Thought you knew how to get there.” You mumble and look at him. Rafe smirks, his SnapBack secure on his head as his muscular hand grips the steering wheel.

“I do, baby. Don’t play dumb. You know what I’m doin.” He chuckles as your cheeks heat up and you swallow.

With all your dirty thoughts, skilled fingers that knew your body well and foul mouth whenever you imagined this moment, the reality always managed to slip your mind.

You’re a virgin.

No one knew and they wouldn’t believe you if you said. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to fuck anyone rather it was that you wanted to fuck Rafe. And you waited. You gave it time. Made sure to always be around whenever Barry spoke to him, despite your brother’s clear distain for the idea, and you managed to get an invite to this party tonight.

Rafe pulled into an empty parking lot, one not too far away from your neighborhood and he shut off the car. You took a deep breath, mustering the courage to look at him again.

“You went in my room again, didn’t you?” The glint in his eye made you aware that lying wouldn’t work.

“I can explain-“ You stammer but he starts laughing and leans in close.

“Yeah? And how’s that, princess? Why don’t you explain to me what you did with my shit you stole?” Your face burns from getting caught but the way he looks at you, hungrily and bordering on desperate makes you grab the back of his head. You slam your lips to his in a searing, heated kiss and you shove your tongue in his mouth.

Rafe moans before his palm firmly grips your ass, pulling you across the seat and sitting you on top of his lap. He nips your lower lip before smacking your ass, sliding his hand up your back into your hair. “God damn, baby. Didn’t think you’d be so fucking aggressive,” He says against your mouth and you grind down on his covered cock.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull his head back, lips finding his neck. You drag your tongue along his skin before sucking underneath his jaw. Rafe reached underneath your skirt, ripping your panties off and his fingers swirled your swollen pulsing clit. You didn’t expect him to be slow with you and you didn’t want him to. You wanted him and your slick pussy fluttered as he tugged down his pants.

“I want you so fucking bad. Touching myself isn’t enough, baby. I need you-“ You whine as his cock slaps against his thigh and he taps the tip against your clit a few times.

“Yeah? You fuckin needy girl. Need my dick to fill you up and split you in half, baby girl?” With an inhale, you sink down and your eyebrows pinch together from the pressure.

You accidentally make a wincing noise before Rafe’s fingers slip inside your mouth, making you drool on them as your discomfort morphs into pleasure. His dick drives into you, hard and deep as you bounce on him, your ass moving as your hands settle on the seat.

“That’s it, princess. Bounce on daddy’s cock, cream on it. Being such a good little slut for me, huh?” His words make your cunt pulse around him as you rock your hips harder, your clit rubbing against his shaft. You were already getting close.

Your moans shift into whimpers as your eyes squeeze shut, your orgasm hitting you quickly as you shriek and tremble on his dick. Rafe makes a surprised noise but he keeps thrusting upward, his wet fingers wrapping around your neck.

“That good, huh? Cumming already?” Rafe’s movements speed up and soon you feel his creamy substance spill into you, your pussy pooling as you squeal. Your head falls into his neck and your hands find his chest.

You both sit there and breathe heavily for a few seconds before you start to climb off him. But when you glance down, you see a small amount of blood on your inner thighs. Rafe’s eyebrows shoot up. “Are you a virgin? Were you a virgin?”

You swallow and nod making him groan.

“Fuck, baby. Why didn’t you say?”

“Why would it matter? It felt good,” You begin but Rafe makes you stop short by leaning forward, his eyes flickering to your lap.

“Princess, we can do better than a quickie in my fuckin car. Hold tight, I’m taking you back to my house.” He starts the car and you pull out your phone, seeing texts from Barry.

“And tell Barry you’ll be home tomorrow.”He adds making you smirk as you click off your phone.

When you get to Rafe’s room, he wastes no time lifting you up and tossing you on the bed. You rise to your elbows, skirt riding up to expose your bare cunt. He leans down, resting his hands on your knees, tugging your knee socks. “Fuckin perv. Stealing my shit, riding me in the car only to be a little virgin?” he shakes his head with a dark chuckle before yanking you forward, spreading your legs apart.

“Gonna taste this pussy, princess. Lick up all the cum since you’re being a fuckin slut for me,” He shoves his face in your pussy, tongue flicking against your clit before sucking it between his soft lips. Your head throws back against the bed and your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard.

He moans and moves his head around, shoving his tongue inside you before lewdly lapping your swollen center. “You taste so fuckin good, baby. I want you to cum on my face, ride my jaw like the good whore you are,” He offers a slap to the side of your ass.

You hump his face, tits bouncing from how hard you’re moving as he slurps and sucks you. Rafe adds two fingers inside, curling them to hit the sweet spot in you. You cry out, cumming all over his mouth and fingers, giving him more slick as he tongue fucks you through it. “Good fucking girl, Angel.” He praises before pulling away, sucking his fingers clean.

“Fuck me again, daddy. I need you inside me,” You pull him down on top of you, kissing him and tasting the leftover cum. Rafe sucks on your tongue before he presses your knees to your chest and manages to take off his pants.

He smears your arousal with the tip of his dick before he slides it down to your entrance and your cunt takes him in effortlessly.

The angle he has you makes him move so deep inside you, it almost feels like you’ll burst but your eyes roll back as his balls slap against your ass. Rafe’s free hand wraps around your throat as he rocks his pelvis in and out, “shit, princess, you feel so fucking good. Nobody else gets to touch you but me. Say it,”

“No one else,” You whimper as he pounds into you.

Rafe captures your lips in a kiss, sucking your lower lip as you get close to your third release. “Mhm, you’re a freak, huh? I can fuckin tell. I’m gonna make those dirty thoughts come true, baby. You won’t have to sneak in here anymore, just use me whenever you want.”

He cums inside you and your own peak follows almost at the same time. Your sounds mix with his thick moans as he lets go of your throat; moving to squeeze your tit as he pushes his seed deeper in you. “You’re mine now, princess. Gonna fuck you all night. Can’t get enough of this sweet pussy,”

Dividers by @starkeysprincess and @cxrrodedcoffin

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[rafey-baby]

dealer!rafe can't keep his promises and she can't keep doing this...

18+ mdni!

c/w: mostly angst, yelling & arguing, dealer!rafe being kinda toxic

wc: 1.5k

inspired by this ask (sorry it took me forever but it's here now!)

part one

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Exhaustion weighs down Rafe’s shoulders when he finally clicks the front door shut; hoping his arrival won’t disturb his sweet angel he assumes is already buried safely under the covers and lost in some saccharine dream of hers.

However, when he kicks off his shoes and turns around, he notices her sleepy form standing in the hallway— clad in pajama bottoms and his favorite hoodie along with something akin to dissatisfaction flashing in her drowsy eyes.  

“Hey, baby. Did I wake you?” he asks as he pads over to her; greeting her with a gentle kiss on her cheekbone.  

“No, couldn’t really sleep. Was worried something happened cause you told me yesterday you were gonna be home in time for dinner,” the last part is drenched in accusation as she takes a step back.

“Shit, forgot to text you I wasn’t gonna make it, m’sorry,” his apologetic eyes flit over to her as he scratches at the back of his head.  

“Yeah. But then again, think I would’ve been more surprised if you actually had shown up when you promised,” her displeased tone is crystal clear and it forces a heavy sigh to leave his throat. 

“Okay, I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend recently, but there’s just been a lot of shit going on with the business and—”  

“It’s always gonna be about that with you, isn’t it? Like why would you even care about my feelings when you’ve got the fucking money and the drugs, right?” she nearly snaps; drained from the constant lies and excuses that make her feel like he’s never going to put her first.  

“What do you— what do you mean? Of course, I care about your feelings, why would you even say that? And you’re more important to me than all that other shit, okay?” there’s a furrow between his brows when he tries to comprehend what sort of a train this conversation is traveling on.  

“I mean, do you even know how anxious I get whenever you come home late? When you don’t answer my calls? I— sometimes I think you’re…dead, okay? Do you know how exhausting that is?” she says with her face contorted in frustration due to the endless nights she’s spent thinking the worst and wondering why he could never keep his word.  

“I’ve told you so many times that you don’t need to worry so much, nothing bad s’gonna happen,” he tries to reassure her but she merely shakes her head and rubs a hand over her face. 

“But I do, cause it’s not something I can just turn off. And all you do is make these promises that you never keep and I just…I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” her watery eyes stare up at him in despair, making him frown. 

“What are you talking about? You know I can take care of myself, I promise—” 

“But that’s the thing, I don’t trust your promises anymore! You say you’re gonna do one thing, but then you get a call from Barry or whoever and you’re gone. Sometimes, you come back days later and that entire time you barely even text me!” her distressed voice is loud when she begins to pace around the hall. 

“Hey, hey, c’mere, yeah?” he tries to placate her by pulling her flush against his chest for a hug that, despite her protests, she melts into. “Listen, I know my job isn’t always…ideal, but you— you knew that when we met, right?” he tries to reason along with a comforting squeeze to her waist.  

“I just�� I guess I didn’t realize it was gonna be this hard. I’ve never dated someone whose job is illegal,” she mumbles into his shirt before reluctantly withdrawing from the solace of his arms to get her point across.  

“But when we started this, you also promised this wasn’t gonna affect my life. But wanna know what happened the other day when I was out with my friends? This creepy guy approached me and said he wanted his money, and if he wasn’t getting it soon, he was gonna find another payment method.”  

“What the fuck? Did he— he didn’t hurt you, right?” he halts his movements while awaiting her answer with bated breath.  

“No, but it was really fucking scary,” she mutters out as she recalls how shaken up by the whole scene she’d been. However, when she’d dialed Rafe’s number with trembling fingers, the call had merely went into voicemail since he was apparently too busy to answer, as always.  

“I swear he’s never gonna so much as look at you again, alright? You remember what he looked like?” he asks while tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, followed by his thumb petting at the apple of her cheek with his concerned eyes flickering over her face. 

“Um…dirty hair, crazy eyes and this scar on his lip?” it’s easy to describe the guy’s appearance when the picture is permanently burned to her memory.  

“That piece of shit— we already had an agreement on the fucking money. Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?” a crease forms between his brows.

“Cause you’re never home!” she yells at him when her protracted emotional turmoil finally boils over the edge; saturating their entire relationship in the process.  

“I was home yesterday and I’m home right now!” he matches her volume while his fingers tug at the roots of his bleached hair.  

“Well, it’s not enough for me! And I just think that all of this is…too much, okay? I can’t— I can’t live like this anymore,” she admits with a forlorn tone.  

He pauses.

“What are you saying? You’re…you’re leaving me?” he narrows his eyes in disbelief.  

“I don’t know, I just— think I need some time,” she murmurs out.  

“Time for what?” he seems perplexed by the entire concept of what she’s suggesting. 

“To think! All I’ve been able to think about these days is whether you’re alive or not, whether you’re even gonna make it home! And I’m fucking tired of this, okay?”

It’s clear that she’s upset and that these thoughts have been bouncing around her skull for quite some time now. If this is her attempt at breaking up with him though, he’s not going to allow for that to happen.  

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “Listen, I understand where you’re coming from, but you can’t just leave…no, okay? We’ll figure this shit out, yeah?” he tries to decipher what’s going on inside that head of hers with his gaze glued to her face— as if it’ll magically reveal all the answers he’s in a hopeless search for.

“I just— I don’t know if that’s possible.”  

“No, don’t say that. We’ll get through this like we always have,” he’s determined to change her mind, but she merely lets out a weary exhale. 

“Rafe, you’re not listening to me.” 

“I am! You’re just not thinking clearly. Why don’t we, uh, go to bed and tomorrow when we’re both well-rested we can talk about this better and—” 

“I don’t wanna talk about this tomorrow!” she huffs out, frustrated, making his distraught face crumple up as he tries to decide which way to approach this in order to not upset her more than he already has.

“Listen, listen. I’ll, uh, I’ll be better, okay? I’ll work less and—” 

“You always say that but— but you’re never gonna change! And I thought I could handle this, but I can’t,” she sounds defeated; rueful eyes flitting away from his pleading ones when teardrops begin to trickle down; dampening the skin of her cheeks.  

“No, you can’t— you can’t leave me. I need you. I love you,” his frantic rambles pour down his tongue when he takes her face into his callused palms— her eyes momentarily closing in response to his tender touch.  

“Rafe…please don’t make this any harder than it already is.” 

“And you love me too, yeah?” he doesn’t pay her resistance any mind. She notices how his own eyes grow glossy as well, even if he tries to blink away the liquid yearning to leak.  

“Of course I do,” she hums out; nodding her head that’s squished between his paws— heavy droplets soaking his palms.

“Then that’s all that matters. We can make this work,” his tone is definitive. 

“I just— I don’t know if we can,” she sniffles. 

“Don’t say shit like that. We can, okay? I’ll call Barry right now and tell him I need some time off with my girl, yeah? And we’ll figure this shit out.”  

At that, she lets out a melancholic sigh— resting her forehead on his chest when he pulls her flush against him with a consoling grip on her waist. The warmth of his body feels familiar; feels like home, but she’s already made her decision.  

He holds her close until they both travel to dreamland with their limbs tangled together, the steady rhythm of their breathing creating a muffled melody in their bedroom.  

However, when the amber rays of sunlight tickle his cheeks in the following morning, and he turns around to face her; he finds nothing more than her side of the bed bleak and desolate.

The entire house void of the only good thing in his life.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

three: barry

words: 1.7k

warnings: 18+ only!!!, bi!rafe and bi!barry, established thruple, threesome, cock warming, dom!rafe, sub!reader and sub!barry, male receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, male on male action!!!, edging, cum play?

“r-rafe.” you mumble out, pressing your face further forward. “please.” 

rafe ignores your pleas, eyes focused on the football game playing on the television, occasionally eating one of the chips that was dumped into a bowl on the coffee table for all three of you to enjoy.

“i- shit.” barry curses, his dick twitching inside of you, causing you to cry out and push your face further into barrys shoulder, trying to muffle your noise, knowing rafe wants you silent.

“told you not to move.” rafe doesn't even glance over at the two of you, both stripped completely naked, barrys cock buried in your cunt while you sit on his lap, bound to listen to rafes command that he set as your punishment.

“should have just been good.” rafe finally glances over to you. “you're always my good girl.” he tsks.

it's true, whenever you get in any trouble, it's always barrys fault. just like earlier today when he dragged you into the bedroom when rafe specifically told both of you not to do anything until he got home.

“‘m really sorry rafey.” you pout, attempting to bat your eyelashes at him, hoping it would work, but rafe knows better than to look at you and break, snapping his eyes back to the tv.

“shit, how are you still so fucking tight.” barry groans, his hands gripping your hips so hard you know you'll bruise. “even having both of us fuck you, you're still squeezing-shit.”

barry curses again as he twitches, hips involuntarily moving slightly upwards. you cry out, knowing you should hold in your moan but unable to help it.

the sound reaches you before the pain does, rafe reaching over to land a hard spanking on your ass, a warning not to move again.

“it was barrys fault, please!” you whine to rafe, a red palm mark already visible on your ass. it was barry who drug you into the bedroom and shoved his tongue into your cunt, it was him who caused you to scream out and alert rafe.

“yet you were the one getting eaten out.” rafe points out. he knows you wouldn't disobey him, that it was barry who was planning to have you bounce on his dick next, but rafe likes getting to punish you, and even more getting to use you to punish barry.

“im so sorry rafey, ill never be bad again, i wanna be your good girl.”

“oh baby.” rafe finally looks over to you, running his thumb down your cheek. “i know. why don't you wait until the game is done, then your punishment can be over?”

“mkay.” you nod. “love you.” you glance behind your back, mouth gaping when you realize the game only just resumed after half time, and you have possibly hours of punishment left, sitting stuck on barrys cock without moving.

“anything you want to say to me barry?” rafe asks, tilting his head to the side.

“nah, man.” 

it's an interesting dynamic, both rafe and barry being obsessed with you, and infatuated with each other, but each being strong willed.

“okay, no cumming for you then.” rafe just shrugs, leaning over to give you a chaste kiss. “my good girl will get to when im done watching the game.”

“fine!” barry groans. “im fucking sorry. next time we'll wait for you.” 

“that's what i thought.” rafe smirks, turning back to watch the game. 

you bury your head back in barrys shoulder, trying to think of anything to distract yourself from focusing on his length buried inside you, on your pulsing clit just begging to be touched.

you listen to the sounds of the commentators, letting out a sigh of relief every time they say how much time is left in the game, as difficult as it is to remain still, you know rafe will make it all worth it.

“come here, pretty.” rafe pats your thigh. you blink your eyes open, letting out a sigh of relief.

rafe works his pants open, tugging them down enough to pull his cock out. you have to move slowly off of barrys cock, legs having cramped up and fallen asleep in that one position.

“you can just watch.” rafe says to barry as you switch to his lap, letting out a shudder when rafe touches you, even just his hand resting against your waist has you feeling close to the edge.

“ride me. make yourself cum.” rafe says. you waste no time lining up with his cock and sinking down, letting out a moan in relief. rafe helps you bounce up and down, doing most of the work lifting you by your hips and bringing you back down.

“so big, rafey.” you cry out, walls being stretched more than barry, both of them being around the same length but rafe has more thickness to his cock.

“such a good girl for me, come here.” rafe tugs you forward, your lips landing on his in a heated kiss, hands moving all over his chest, wishing it wasn't covered by the football jersey he put on for the game.

“‘m so sorry rafey promise ill be good for you forever and ever.” you glance over to barry, hands clenched and sitting on his thighs as his eyes are watching your cunt move up and down rafes cock, barrys dick hard and red, waiting impatiently to be relieved.

“i know baby.” rafe coos. he takes one hand off his own chest and moves it to your clit. you let out a squeal of relief, rubbing your fingers lower to gather some of your slick before moving back up to your clit.

“get yourself off, baby, come on.” rafe encourages you, pushing you down harder onto his cock with every movement, trying his best not to thrust his hips up into you, wanting you to do the work as a final punishment, even if it is his hands on your hips guiding most of your motions.

“barry doesnt get to cum until you do, you're making him wait so long baby.” rafe glances over at barry, an uncomfortable look on his face.

“come here.” rafe cocks his head to barry, who quickly moves closer on the couch.

“suck her tits, make her get off faster.” rafe says. barry moves to his knees, having to move his head up and down to follow your chest as you ride rafe, his lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking it into his mouth.

“that's good, barry.” rafe moans as you clench around him, your fingers moving faster on your clit.

“close.” you warn, barrys tongue flicking over your nipple, hand moving around your back to round your chest and play with the other one.

“cum for me.” rafe commands, pushing your hips all the way down as your back arches, rubbing yourself quickly to orgasm, your high rushing through your body, causing you to squeal out.

barry pulls away, hand twitching to grip his cock while you fall forward into rafes chest. he gives you a brief moment to relax, to let your cunt slow down it's intense pulsing around his length.

“thank you.” you gasp out, picking your head up to look at rafe. “thank you.”

“you're welcome pretty.” rafe smiles, picking your hips up to get you off his cock like you weigh nothing, setting your sloppy cunt on his thigh. “now why don't you and barry suck me off?”

rafe spreads his thighs while you both move to kneel in front of the couch, barry immediately leaning in to lick a stripe of your pussy juices off rafes cock.

you let barry focus on his length, moving up to suckle on the head of his cock while you kiss over rafes balls, knowing how much he likes when you both focus on him at the same time.

“touch him, y/n.” rafe says. “but barry, you don't get to cum until i do.”

you nod, wrapping your hand around barrys length. for his own sake, you keep your strokes unhurried and steady, not slow enough to piss off rafe, but enough to hopefully make barry last.

you glide your lips up rafes cock, tasting yourself on his dick as you meet barrys mouth at the lead of rafes cock, tongues meeting as you kiss over his tip.

“fuck.” rafe groans, hips twitching up slightly as he sees you making out with each other as well as sucking him off.

you switch places, barry moving down rafes cock to his balls while you swallow around his length, doing your best to deep throat him while keeping your hand stroking over barrys cock.

“so good for me.” rafe hums, hands coming to both of your hairs, barrys now cropped short but still long enough for rafe to grip, while yours is tied back in a ponytail.

you bob your head, ignoring your gag reflex the best you can, tears falling down your cheeks. you last as long as you can until you have to pull off and take in a large gulp of air.

“show her how it's done, barry.” rafe tugs on his hair, pulling him up to take rafes cock in his mouth next. rafe wastes no time pushing him all the way down, knowing how good barry can take his dick.

“close.” rafe warns, looking to you. you nod, not even needing him to use his words as you sink to your stomach on the floor, sucking barrys cock into your mouth.

you wait to hear the moans and grunts that signal rafes orgasm as he shoots deep into barrys throat to really suck at his cock, one of barrys hands moving off rafes thigh to keep your head down as he fills your mouth with cum, barely needing any stimulation after being teased for so long.

you pull off and move back to your knees, opening your mouth up to show barrys cum sitting on your tongue.

“such a good girl.” rafe leans forward, shoving his tongue into your mouth in a messy kiss, sharing barrys cum and each other's spit.

“love you.” you coo to rafe, swallowing barrys cum before leaning to him. “love you too.”

barry nods, his face slackened eyes closed, clearly too exhausted to say anything.

“and i love you both too.” rafe says, petting his hand over your hair. “why don't we get both of you in the bath then we can cuddle in bed?”

“mmm.” you nod. “sounds good.” you trail your fingers up rafes thigh, jealous that you didn't get to taste any of his cum. “as long as i can suck you off in the bath.”

barry perks up at that, his eyes opening as rafe laughs. “god, you two are such sluts.”

“your sluts.” you remind rafe.

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[princessbrunette]

barry x reader relationship, wether it’s platonic or anything else else is just something so serious to me now, like i can just imagine reader who sees barry angry for the first time and since she’s so used to comforting angry rafe she goes over and gives him one of her sweet little hugs that always clam rafe down, and tells barry not to be sad because he’s her best friend (he always gives her candy and money and is nice to her which automatically makes him her bestfriend much to rafe’s dismay, i don’t make the rules sorry!)

or maybe something in reverse where reader is upset & hiding from rafe (who’s waving her off cs he’s used to her dramatic tantrums and he’ll take care of her in a minute) and barry finds her & listens to her rant and sniffle about the situation, and he’s just mockingly agreeing with her the whole time, like “you’re right doll, he should have let you sit in his lap, that asshole.” & “How fucking dare he let go off your hand? this is bullshit, i honestly can’t believe it.” just riling her up more and more until rafe finally comes to find her and is like “stop encouraging her., please” bc he knows in her little head that barry being on her side and justifying her actions is all the more reason to keep being bratty, but is off too late now. Barry has made her believe she’s right.

“stop encouraging her, please” NAJDJDJD rafe is so tired 😭😭😭

nah but barry is playing a long game, and whilst you’d never leave rafe because you love him too much, you’re happy barry is around to listen when rafe is being dumb. he’s always slipping you some extra money, pressing the notes into your hand telling you “incase country club ain’t lookin’ after you.” and nodding along intently whilst you ramble about how mean rafe was, looking up at you as he rolls his joint to say “now all i’m saying is that if i secured a girl as bad as you? shit, i wouldn’t fumble it like he does. would treat you like a princess, for real.” and like rafe DOES mostly and yk you’re just being silly but it’s nice to have barry affirm you yk???

whenever you show up with rafe, barry is instantly on you, squeezing your cheek all “and how’re you, lil miss? this one treating you good? or am i gonna have to have words with him?” nodding his head towards rafe who’s already rolling his eyes and pulling you to stand at his other side.

and barry is lovely to you !! truly !! you don’t understand why rafe gets so irritated with him !! it’s because what you don’t know, is he’s holding you over rafes head to continue doing a good job pushing his product. he’s all smiles, until you leave the room and then he’s closing in on rafe like “i tell you what, pretty boy — keep fuckin’ with my money and i just might have to show your girl what she’s missin’… you don’t want that, right? yeah, i thought so. sell my shit and get my money.” before walking off, leaving rafe more pissed than ever, vowing to stop bringing you to his meets with barry :(

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Could I get a "dating ------- would include" for rafe...??? Please?

Dating Rafe Cameron Would Include…

I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY

Warnings: Sexual allusions, language, not proofed

- princess treatment frfr

- being the kook prince’s girl has its perks

- Rose and ward love you

- Wheezie is totally your best friend

- You met through Sarah so you are basically besties with the entire family Cameron family

- Will not let you go ANYWHERE near Barry.

- Not. At. All.

- You randomly called him Rafey one day while drunk

- He fell more in love with you after that

- He gets so sad when you use his real name

- Sometimes when he gets drunk he’ll ask you to call him rafey

- So clingy when he’s drunk

- And when he’s high

- HIGH SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Oops

- Always has to have his arm around you

- Or his hand in your back pocket

- Or on your thigh

- Or you on his lap

- This man’s love language is physical touch!!!!!

- You’re the only person he can be vulnerable around

- It breaks your heart when he calls you at 2am crying

- “Rafe? What’s wrong?”

- His voice was so small.

- “Can I come see you?”

- “Of course”

- He was at your house minutes later, wrapped in your arms

- You showered him with love as tears streamed down his face

- He fell asleep in your arms that night

- And the several times after that

- He loves how you are always there for him after an altercation with Ward

- From then on, you despise Ward

- When you come to Tannyhill, you are almost always in the pool, the balcony

- Or Rafe’s bedroom

- He fav ofc

- Let’s be honest here…

- Rafe is a fucking Dom.

- You can’t change my mind

- He’s down for ANYTHING.

- But always a consent king

- He’s so mf kinky too

- Choking? Yep

- Edging? Sure!

- Semi-Public sex? Totally.

- He wants to handcuff you so bad

- Pls do it

- You manage to help him with his cocaine addiction

- The process was BAD but you knew he could do it

- So proud of him when he got through it

- Rafe will kiss you everywhere

- He always expects a greeting kiss and a goodbye kiss

- Will POUT if he doesn’t get his goodbye kiss

- A baby about it actually

- It’s really cute, tho

- He’s never loved anyone as much as he’s loved you

- He tolerates Midsummers because he knows you’ll be there with him

- And goddamn you just look so good

- Movie nights all the time

- His fav genres are horror and action

- Gym dates

- Is it really a date if he’s staring at your ass? Or if you aren’t working out and just watching him?? No?? Oh well

- You go on long drives together, just talking and listening to music

- YOU GET HIM TO FINALLY UNDERSTAND BLM AND HE TAKES THE GODDAMN BLUE LIVES MATTER STICKER OFF HIS TRUCK (rafe u literally killed a cop why do u have it????🤧🤧)

- Hand on your thigh obvi

- Or if you’re driving he will link his pinkie with yours on the steering wheel

- He will randomly say something sexual

- Literally you’ll be sitting with Wheezie watching a pure Disney movie and he’ll come up behind you

- “I’m so fucking hard right now”

- Like wtf do you do now??

- “Baby”

- “Sweetheart”

- “Princess”

- Mirror sex

- Wants you to watch what he does to you

- Golf dates

- He’s constantly trying to prove that golfing is a real sport

- You just love to watch him

- He’s not complaining, tho

- He loves the little outfits you wear

- Boating dates

- You wearing your swimsuit and one of his shirts????

- Bye. He’s dead.

- Totally wants you to get sunburned so he can be the one to take care of you afterwards

- You’ve managed to stop several fights between him and the pogues

- Mostly JJ

- “They shouldn’t even be here!”

- “They were invited Rafe. There’s nothing you can do. Just ignore them.”

- He buys you things

- Loves to spoil you

- He gave you a necklace with the letter R on it and you wear it everywhere

- Whenever he sees it?

- Feral

- Omg imagine

- Literally having sex with him and he sees the necklace wrapped around your throat

- FERAL FERAL FERAL

- geez

- Stealing his shirts is a must

- He smells so good

- Rich boy cologne

- I think Rafe’s the kind of boyfriend to buy the kind of perfume you wear to spray around his room so it always smells like you

- Awe

- After the whole Rafe saving the cross fiasco, you are taken amongst the pogues to Poguelandia and he goes insane

- Doesn’t sleep until you come back

- When he’s locked in the room with Kiara he kept asking her about you

- “Fuck! Rafe shut up! She’s fine!”

- Your reunion was at Tannyhill.

- He came back to grab his stuff and you had been at the house with Sarah

- You sobbed when you heard him, running into his arms

- His phone call was forgotten, as was Sarah

- All that mattered was that you were together again

- He vowed to never let you out of his sights again

- This list is so long omg I have to end it

[jaxxsoxxn]

That one scene from Hercules the Disney movie

Captain cold : I can’t believe you’re getting so walked up about some hero

Captain boomerang : this one is different. He’s honest and sweet. Captain cold : oh please 

Captain boomerang : he would never do anything to hurt me 

Captain cold : he’s the flash 

No, 'cause Boomer is probably so defensive about it. Cold would rather die than admit he cares, but he saw how Speedster can and will fuck you up, so whenever the two r just chilling around him, he gets full-on nitpicky.

Because of Flash's speed healing, I honestly doubt he has a lot of scars, especially from Digger, but the other way around? It's never anything too dangerous, usually a smaller cut that healed badly in the prison or something alike, but he has more than many scars from our fav Speedster. It's nothing that's too noticeable usually and his biggest harm was breaking his nose once or twice, which with how many times it was broken already makes it less than worth noting...

...for anyone, but Leonard Snart himself and his picky nature. Does he intend to make Flash feel bad with his snarky comments? Not exactly, but he's happy with it, even if they won't break up. Golden Glider absolutely adores it and tries her best to comfort Digger by saying "It's just in his big brother nature", but she's also not sure about what Flash wants from this relationship.

I wrote before that the JLA would need some time to understand that Digger is dating him without a second reason, but the Rouges? Some of them would eventually accept that Captain Boomerang and The Flash are dating just because they like each other and no-one is planning on changing their sides, even if Boomer is already on the grey-ish spectrum (tho most Rouges enjoy being on the grey-ish spectrum), some of them would never understand.

Trickster, for one, adores the fact that he can now hang out with the Flasher and just fool around! He's pretty fond of it and Boomer looks 100 times happier than before, so he's okay with it as long as it won't mess up anything.

Mirror Motherfucker- I mean, Master likes that he can annoy Barry more, but his fun is usually cut short because if there's one thing this man can do, it's running. The second Boomer is ready for their date or just happy to get somewhere else, he disappears. Him and Mirror boy ain't becoming besties any time soon, sadly. Lisa, who adores M&M(s), is a little sad because of it.

I feel like Captain Cold could warm up to the idea- (haha, get it?) but over all, he would not be a fan. You can see your totally-not-friend get his ass handed by a guy this many times before not trusting him with said totally-not-friend.

Weather Wizard would take a hot moment to warm up to the Speedster, but in the end, he'd be happy for the two (CC: Et tu, Mark?). He is the one and probably only Rouge that is willing to listen to Digger's rants about speedy. He's not trusting Barry per se, but he's not unhappy about the two together - even if there's no gain for him in it.

Golden Glider, a sour sweetheart she is, acts way more happily about it than she is - if she'll learn that Mark gets the juicy info from Digi, she's silently seething. Might be a little too much like her brother sometimes...

Heatwave, gods bless him, is slightly bitter about the fact that the Suicide Squad knows before them. Like, what do you mean people that kidnapped you know before us, your friend- he means, coworkers! He sulks a little, but as he's pretty happy for Digger, he is not as happy for Flash.

Also, a lil thing:

(expect possible ColdWeather/Hail aka CC x WW in the closest future <3 bc i lov 'em

Also the chatfic will happen!! I'll post the link to it, bc this mf is going to be on ao3, sorry <3 ships expected: Boomerflash, HarleyIvy, Flag x Deadshot for fun, Mirror Master x Golden Glider possibly, ColdWeather/Hail probably

It will be a chiller, easy to read and write ff! More info later <3)

[all-things-normaler]

Now idk if its just me but whenever I listen to the song "Copacabana" by Barry Manilow, I can always imagine Norma as Lola, Onceler as Tony, and O'hare as rico.

YESS!! That song is so them! Except The Onceler fucked it up all himself!

[nutria--oscura]

me? listening to an ep when it comes out rather than hours later? a rare occasion for sure (shit's gonna go down isn't it?)

~spoilers for s2 ep47~

"crunchy munchy refuge"? HENRY'S BACK? PLEASE

"they must deal with the loss of a team member" WELL- YEA. THEY BETTER TALK ABOUT IT

hi um... what song is this? why? oh- no reason... not sobbing at all [screams]

we did it boys... Hermie finally got his show stopping number, his final performance, the entire cold open to himself.

"this same podcast dungeons and dragons" PART ?? OF WILL SAYING IT DND INSTEAD OF DNDADS (it makes me giggle so much every time)

every time Matt opens Link's fact by reminding everyone that the teens are spouses, it returns to me the life Anthony takes away whenever he hurts Hermie

OOOOOO PROPS? Love Will bringing in the props- THE LOVERS? REVERSED LOVERS- OH SHITTTTT

loving the energy in the room

oh? Lark and Sparrow are with them?

OH YEAH- NORMAL WASN'T CONSCIOUS OH SHIT-

HIDE HERMIE??? YEA LISTEN TO SCARY, DON'T TOUCH HIM-

idiots- the lot of the- WAIT WHAT- ANTHONY

OH NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Lark just trying to leave-

Normal doesn't see Hermie? wow, ok, i'm already crying- ok

LARK AND SPARROW FUCK OFF- LET HIS SAY BYE-

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK F U C K K K K

"this heaven has one less spouse, but heaven has one more angel" I love Hermie but, that boy is not going to heaven

Anthony sounded so inspired when he said "garages" I aspire to be that inspired in my life lol

Hi Will, let Normal go feral please :) Merci <3

NORMAL CASTS COMMAND

ELDRITCH BLAST ON THE DOOR

YES FREDDIE FUCK YEA

"I want to pull the pin on one of them and then throw the whole box at them" to that I raise you, wasn't it Darryl who threw the ENTIRE bag of beans in s1? Wilsons and throwing full containers of dangerous stuff, I tell ya-

"the shrapnel does a cool, like right over my eyebrow? y'know, cool scar, y'know?" SCAR SCAR SCAR SCAR ON LINKKK

Pennies? NAT 1 NOOOOO

"they haven't made pennies in years Normal" oKAY

GENTLE REPOSEEE

FUCK

NORMAL AND THE NAT FUCKING 1S JEEZ-

I just saw 2 ppl's names who are coming up and i am now so terrified-

ANTHONY NO PLEA- THAT'S THE SEGUAY? HOLY SHIT

how did I fucking know that that would be the knock- whAT?

Henry has a portal to old earth?

jumping = falling upward

Oakvale? man with bracele- iS THAT BARRY?

why does he have old Erin O'Neil's voice

HENRYYYYYYY HENRY HENRY HENRY HENRYYYY!

ok. who said Henry would be like "i'm still alive cause of my healthy vegan lifestyle" to the other dads? i'm giving you a pat on the head and a cookie

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SEX FURNITURE? yea, ok.

MERCEDES IS DEAD? NOOOOOO (the second Will said "jar of Mercedes Oak-Garcia's ashes" I dropped my phone-) WHY IS TIME PROGRESSING IN THIS PODCAST ABOUT GENERATIONAL TRAUMA AND HOW IT CAN EFFECT PEOPLE OVER TIME AGHHHHH-

"can you go wait outside" oH NOOOOOO

HERMIE ARCANA CHECK- FUCKING 3- WILL CHANGE YOUR DICE PLEASE GOD NO

FUCK NO NO NO N O O O

"if none of you guys can help him and none of you guys understand how this works then we gotta go to the one guy who can!" THE WAY I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUCKING SEAT WHEN WILL SIAD THT- SCAM ACTUALLY IS BACK TOOO BOIS

YOU TELL THEM NORM. YOU FUCKING TELL THEM

Scary's voice- oh gosh-

THE SIMPSONS?

"I'm here when it's sad, I'm here when it's fun. Did somebody do something to my son?" NEW SCAM OPENING RHYME AHHHHHH

SCAM ACTUALLY ACTUALLY CARES

"he's just a goof, goofs never die" WHAT IF I DIE?

NO SOUL?

hey, Anthony. fuck you <3 /j well... /hj

YES NORMAL PUNCH HIM (can you guys tell i love scam?)

"bad girl, i'm a bad girl i do what needs to be done. sometimes people fuck with my friends and i fuck with them back"

"you feel like home for some reason" WHAT IF I CRY?

TELL HIM SCARY- OH NOOOOO

one thing i have learned is when Will's character(s) start crying, i cry. and well... Normal's crying, and gUESS WHAT?

OH GODDDD THE TWO-FACE TREE FOR OUR TWO-FACE BOY-

NORMAL AND HENRY <333

THE SEX CANDLES-

HENRY'S FAVOURITE SHOW IS BACK!

THE EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH OF THE EP GEEZ

CHAPARRAL ON 3? OH SHI- yeaaaa

THE SUN IS BACKKKK

"Normal goes to the sort of fresh mound of earth, where Hermie is buried, and he kneels and he says, 'I liked you too.' He puts his hand on the dirt and he says, 'goodnight sweet prince.'" OH GOD OH FUCK- I LITERALLY COLLAPSED ON THE GROUND AND WHEN I GOT UP SLIPPED AND SLID DOWN THE WALL FROM CRYING- OH GEEZ- "GOODBYE SWEET PRINCE, SWEET PRINCE" OH GOSH-

WE'RE DOING THE MEMORIES NOW???? GOD-

i'm sorry- they're teaching Hero AND NORMAL

DADDIES HQ

FREDDIE WITH THE SAVE- OH CMON ANTHONY-

what. the. fuck.

NO. DON'T END ON NORMAL BEING YELLED AT. FOR THE SAKE OF MY MENTAL HEALTH DON'T. PLEASE-

love that Normal at 6 years old had the intelligence to lock the door. no one at daddies hq did that. like, the door was unlocked when Normal got there

In conclusion:

HERMIE NOOOOO-

[dragonsatmidnight]

This isn't the point of this post anymore, but. I saw something in the above posts that made me want to rant.

I transitioned at 17, in 2011. I spent a lot of time being part of the trans community where I was told that trans men wanted to pass, and they didn't participate in trans history, and that's the reason that we didn't have a lot of names of trans masc activists.

Except, you know. Lou fucking Sullivan is the reason trans people have access to things like HRT. I didn't know that until whenever people started talking about it on tumblr, in the past couple years.

I spent a lot of time being told that trans women deserved to take up more space, and that I should be quiet, and sit down, and listen instead of you know. Advocating for my community. Talking about my own experiences. Being able to discuss the pain of erasure.

It took me until 2017 to realize that I can be someone who likes masculinity, who is made dysphoric by femininity, and also not be expressing toxic masculinity. It doesn't mean I'm not a feminist.* It doesn't mean I devalue the feminine. I'm allowed to have trauma around compulsory femininity, and not like pink, and still be me, and be fine, and not be toxic. That took six years! I spent six years with this under the surface discomfort that I didn't need to have because of the way society treats trans men.

Other examples of transandrophobia include;

Why do we call every AFAB person who dressed and acted as a man as a woman who pretended to be a man to get things done? I'm looking at you James Barry, who people call a woman to this day, despite living for 50 fucking years as a man.

Stormé DeLarverie played a part in the stonewall riots, and I think that should be talked about more

There aren't a whole lot of cultures in this world that have a term for trans masculine folks. A lot of cultures have words for trans feminine folks, but it took substantial digging for me to find a culture that had multiple genders that included trans masculine folks.

*If anyone decides to tell me that men don't get to call themselves feminist, I will fucking fight you. I did not get raised by a mother who told me at four years old that I shouldn't let anyone treat me differently than the boys to be told that I don't get to call myself feminist.

"Transandrophobia isn't real"

A few years back my grandparents and I wanted to see a gynecologist for reasons, I was under 18, but every gynecologist that worked with minors refused to take trans boys. I haven't had a single bit of medical transition unless you count birth control. I have a vagina and boobs. Everything about my body is female but I was denied care because my hair was short and I had a deeper voice.

And when I tried explaining this to a transphobe they went "Well yeah they don't want mentally ill people"

My exclusion was based off of me being too masculine. Y'know, the thing that transandrophobes claim doesn't exist?

Transmascs go through the same shit transfems do. Transandrophobes need to stop shitting on us to feel superior and get a fucking life.

[alyswritings]

Errand

Request: JJ x maybank!sister, where Luke makes her get his drugs leading to something happening to her?

JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Summary: Luke makes Y/N run an errand for him resulting in a terrifying experience.

Warnings: drugs, creepy/disgusting old guys, sexual assault, physical abuse, barry being kinda decent?, overprotective jj (as he should be), physical fights

a/n: thank you for the request! please, please, do NOT read if this could trigger you. this is a long fic, but the assault part is pretty short and no clothes come off. hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Y/N is in her room and painting her nails. JJ isn't home and Luke is passed out on the couch. Y/N knows that JJ doesn't like her home with Luke when he's not there and before he left for work, he told her to leave and go to the chateau or something. But she didn't listen, insisting to herself that she'd be fine as long as Luke stayed asleep and she didn't leave her room.

That plan is ruined when her bedroom door swings open, slamming into the wall, making her jump. She curls up at the sight of her father drunkenly stumbling in. She watches him thumb through some cash before tossing a few bills onto her bed.

"Wh-- what's that for?" Y/N asks.

"I need you to go and get me a refill." Luke says.

"Refill?" Y/N asks.

"My fucking drugs, you idiot." Luke says.

"What? N-no. No, I'm not gonna get you your drugs." Y/N argues.

She whimpers when Luke tightly grips onto her hair, pulling at her scalp, forcing her to look up at him.

"You're gonna do whatever the fuck I tell you to, you little bitch. I'm in no condition to drive -- or take that long of a walk. You really want your dad risking his life?" Luke asks.

"You want your fourteen year old daughter risking hers?" Y/N shoots back. Luke's grip on her hair tightens and his glare gets harder.

"Just fucking go get my supply before I teach you a lesson. Understood?" Luke quietly asks, his voice sending shivers up Y/N's spine. She only glares at him in response. Luke lets go of her hair and backhands her across the face, her head snapping to the side.

Luke tightly grips her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

"I said, understood?" Luke asks.

"Yes." Y/N sneers. Luke harshly lets go of her jaw.

"Be back by two hours." Luke orders, stumbling out of the room.

Y/N sniffles, taking a deep breath to keep herself from crying. She rolls her eyes and slips her shoes on before grabbing the money and leaving.

- - -

Y/N walks up to the trailer that she's only a little familiar to her. She's never been inside, but Luke did often stop by after picking her up from school when she was little and she'd sit in the truck for hours until he came out, high as a kite. After almost getting into a car crash one day, Y/N stopped getting in the car with her dad whenever possible and JJ just walked her home from school.

Y/N knocks on the door, anxiously shuffling on her feet.

"It's open!" A voice calls from inside. Y/N hesitates for a moment before answering the door. She steps into the dirty, smelly trailer, hiding her grimace of disgust. Old food is everywhere, empty bottles of all sorts of alcohol lying about.

She looks over at the small table in the "living room" where two men, probably around her dad's age, are sitting and working on drugs.

"What can I do for you, pretty lady?" One of the men ask, smirking as he glances her up and down.

"I-- I'm looking for-- for Barry." Y/N says. She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself from his gaze.

"Barry's out running a few errands. We're in charge until then." The guy says.

"So... what can we do for you?" The second guy asks. "I'm Robby. That's David."

"Right. Uh, I-- I need some drugs." Y/N says.

"All right. How much? What kind?" David asks, standing up.

"I-- whatever Luke Maybank usually gets. Or what-- what he asked for." Y/N says.

"Ah, Luke Maybank. Frequent customer." Robby chuckles. "Couple pounds of coke." He holds a bag of white powder up.

"$200." David orders.

"I... I only have $100. That-- that's all he gave me." Y/n says.

"Ooh. Bummer." David tsks. "Get the other 100 and then come back, I guess. Bet going home without the goodies will be fun for you. You'll be more black and blue than ever." David laughs, Robby laughing along.

"Look, can I-- can I just pay half now and the rest later or something?" Y/N asks.

"No, sweetheart. Not how this shit works." David says. "Though, I... I do have a few ideas on how you can make up for the other half. A different sort of payment."

"What?" Y/N asks.

She watches David's smirk grow and he glances at Robby who also smiles. It takes a moment for Y/N to catch on, but when she does, she's running for the door.

"Ah, ah, ah!" David easily wraps one of his arms around her waist, yanking her away from the door.

"No!" She struggles against his hold as he lifts her up. Robby grabs her legs to prevent her from kicking. "No!"

"Oh, don't fight it, pretty girl. It can go over quickly. Long as you're not a bitch the whole time." David laughs.

"No! No! Let go of me!" Y/N screams, trying to fight against them. "Let go of me!"

"If you say so, princess." David tosses her onto the bed. Y/N tries to get off the bed, but David grabs her ankle, yanking her back. She struggles against him and he straddles her, pinning her arms down.

"Get something to tie her with." David orders and Robby starts to rummage around, looking for stuff. "Now... if you're a good girl, I'll give you the coke. But if you're bad, I'm just gonna keep you here longer, sweetheart."

"Please, let me go." Y/N sobs. "I-- I'm fourteen. I'm fourteen."

"That's okay. I like the younger ones. Less experience makes it more fun for me." David grins. Y/N lets out another sob, struggling against him, but he's too strong for her.

"Got some rope. And here's a rag." Robby stuffs the rag into Y/N mouth, muffling her cries and protests.

"Perfect." David grins. He gets up just enough to flip Y/N onto her stomach. He grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her head back. "I like doggy style. So you're gonna be nice and do as I say."

Robby grabs her arm, though she struggles against him, hitting him away.

"Hey, hey, hey." David smacks her on the head. "The more you resist, the longer we'll be here. The longer I'll take. So you wanna be a little brat or be nice?"

Y/N pants, not fighting when Robby grabs her arm again, tying it to the bedpost.

"Good girl." David smirks. Robby rounds the bed, tying her other wrist to the bed. "Now, for the fun." David scoots down, forcing Y/N to get on her knees, her head lying sideways on the mattress. David gropes her ass making her quietly sob more. His hands roam her body, squeezing her boobs.

"Now... for the real fun." David grins.

David and Robby turn when they hear the door open and Barry steps in. He stops, seeing the positions.

"My apologies, fellas." Barry chuckles. "Who we got here?"

"A real cutie." David grins. He grips Y/N's hair, forcing her head back. Barry stares at her for a few moments before recognizing her.

"Hey, ain't the Maybank's little one?" Barry asks.

"Oh, yeah. On the drug run for her daddy. He must've known we needed a stress reliever." David chuckles.

"No, no, no, let her go." Barry orders.

"What? Barry, come on, man." Robby protests.

"No. Nah, man, she's a minor. We don't need the cops on our ass for raping anybody, much less a minor. I draw the line at fucking pedophilia, bro." Barry says.

"Barry--"

"No. No, I'm not gonna have the cops on my ass cause of you two idiots." Barry says. "Let her go."

David rolls his eyes, but climbs off the bed. Robby reluctantly unties Y/N, yanking the rag out of her mouth. Y/N coughs and gasps, trying to catch her breath.

"I-I need-- I don't have 200." She tells Barry.

"What your old man asked for only costs 100." Barry says.

Y/N looks at him in confusion before looking back at the older two who are both grinning and quietly laughing. Y/N sniffles, trying to not cry anymore. She shakily holds out the money to Barry who takes it and gives her the drugs.

Y/N makes an instant run for the door, racing out of the trailer.

- - -

Y/N gets home, rushing in, not wanting her dad to see her tears. She passes JJ who is in the kitchen.

"Y/N?" He asks, frowning when he sees her tear streaked face as she charges past him. "Hey." He calls, following her.

Y/N tosses the drugs to Luke who is sitting on the couch with a beer.

"Hey! Don't throw shit!" Luke scolds.

"There's your fucking coke!" She croaks out, her voice cracking. She storms to her room.

"You made her get your drugs?" JJ asks, looking at his dad.

"Don't yell or swear at me, you little brat!" Luke sneers, standing up.

Y/N turns, placing her hand on her door, and glaring at her father.

"Fuck you!" She screams, slamming her door shut.

"Y/N." JJ's eyes widen in fear.

"That's it, you bitch!" Luke shouts, charging towards her door.

"Hey, hey, no. No, no, no! Dad! Dad, stop!" JJ gets in the middle, blocking his father from his little sister's room.

"I'm gonna teach that brat a lesson!" Luke shouts, making sure Y/N hears her. "Remind her why she's such a worthless piece of shit! Why her mother abandoned her!"

"Dad, stop!" JJ shouts, only to earn a fist to his eye. JJ stumbles to the side, wincing in pain. Luke storms for his daughter's room, slamming the door open.

"You little--" Luke charges at Y/N who backs up into the corner of her room, realizing how stupid her decision was. Before he can reach her, JJ jumps him from behind, dragging him away from the girl.

"Run, Y/N!" JJ shouts, the girl standing there in fear. "Run!" He screams making Y/N snap out of her state of shock and she dodges Luke's hand as she runs out of the room.

JJ slams Luke's head against the wall, kicking him to the floor, knowing he'll pay for it next time he sees him. JJ runs out of the room, shutting the door behind him, and then he runs outside where Y/N is.

"Come on." JJ grabs her hand, dragging her over to his motorcycle. He gets on and she quickly follows.

"I'm gonna kill both of you!" Luke shouts, walking out of the house. He manages to get over and grips onto Y/N's arm making her shriek.

JJ uses the helmet and hits Luke over the head with it making him stumble back. He puts the helmet on Y/N's head and then starts the motorcycle, revving the engine. Before Luke can grab at them again, JJ speeds off.

JJ drives until he's at the chateau. The Twinkie isn't there, letting the siblings know that John B isn't home. Y/N immediately gets off the bike, taking the helmet off, and tossing it onto the ground.

"Y/N!" JJ calls, doing his best to put the stand down quickly as she marches towards the chateau. "Y/N!" He calls, running after her.

"Leave me alone." She hiccups.

"Hey, come on. Tell me what happened." JJ says, following her inside.

"I don't want to." She sniffles.

"Come on, munchkin. Tell me. I can help."

"No, you can't! Just leave me alone!" Y/N shouts, slamming the door to the bedroom shut. JJ flinches at the slam of the door and he hears Y/N start to sob from inside the room.

"Y/N?" He softly calls, gently knocking on the door. "Come on. Please, let me come in."

"Leave me alone." She cries out.

JJ quietly sighs, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He grips the doorknob, but just as he goes to turn it, he pulls his hand away. He knows Y/N needs time alone sometimes after something bad happens. And while he hates it, he knows pushing her to accept his comfort or talk about it will only push her away.

"I'll just... I'll be on the porch." JJ tells her, keeping his voice soft. "Okay?" He calls, hoping to get a response. He doesn't get one.

JJ sighs, running his hands through his hair, as he makes his way to the screened porch, immediately lighting a joint.

- - -

JJ is still sitting on the porch and on his third joint. His leg bounces up and down anxiously as his thoughts don't stray from his sister. He's finally broken out of his thoughts when he hears the screen door creak open and looks up to see his sister walk out.

Her eyes are red and puffy, tear stains on her cheeks, and her nose is red. A broken look rests in her eyes, one JJ is more familiar with seeing than he'd like to be.

"Hey." He softly greets. He offers his best comforting smile and puts the joint out. Y/N walks over and sits next to him on the couch, keeping a little distance between them.

They sit in silence for a little while, JJ not sure how to start talking about anything.

"Can you... can you tell me what happened?" JJ gently questions. Y/N tenses up making JJ's heart clench. "Please, munchkin. I-- if you can't go into detail, that's okay, but... but a brief summary, maybe? Tell me who I have to beat up."

"I... I didn't listen earlier. When you told me to leave." Y/N quietly says. "I stayed home. I-I figured if he was asleep and I didn't make myself known, then I... then I'd be fine." She says, keeping her gaze on a loose thread of the couch she's messing with.

"But he... he came in and-and he made me go and get his drugs for him." Y/N sniffles, tears springing to her eyes as her mind goes back to her time in the trailer.

"And I... I know he usually gets the stuff from Barry, but Barry wasn't there when I got there. Just... just two guys around dad's age and they were working on the drugs or... or whatever you call making drugs."

"They... they said that what dad buys was $200, but I... I only had $100. So... so I tried to pay half and then promise to come back later with the other half. However I would get that. I don't know. But supposedly, possibly I guess, you can't do that."

"So, they... they thought of another way for me to make up for the missing 100." Y/N says, wiping her eyes as tears start to fall again. She sniffles, glancing up at JJ, practically seeing the wheels turn in his head.

After a moment, his eyes widen, and his heart drops as he feels sick to his stomach.

"No." He whispers, shaking his head, anger swimming in his teary eyes.

"They... they dragged me to the bed. And... and said the more I struggled, the longer I'd be there. And I... I didn't want to be there for very long." Y/N hiccups. "So, I... I let them tie me down and-and stuff a rag in my mouth. I... I just let them do it. They were bigger and stronger and I... I couldn't handle them, I couldn't do it. I just wanted it to be over."

"Before he could... before he did anything more than, uh... more than grope, the-the door opened and it was Barry. He made them let me go. He-- he knows I'm still a kid and he didn't want the cops on his ass for raping a minor. Assaulting a minor is already bad enough. So is doing that to a grown woman, but I guess a kid makes it more complicated or something. He doesn't need his business going down the drain and ending up in jail or-or whatever."

JJ's jaw clenches and his hands curl into fists, trying to fight every bone in his body to punch something right now.

"And the drugs even only costed $100. They just... they just wanted an excuse to do that." Y/N says quietly.

"What were their names?" JJ asks.

"Wh-why?" Y/N asks.

"Just give me their names." JJ orders.

"I... uh... they, um... Ro-Robby and... and D-David. David did-- did everything but-but tie me." Y/N says.

"I'm gonna fucking kill them." JJ practically growls, shooting to his feet and heading for the door.

"No. No, no. No, JJ, please!" Y/N calls out. "Please don't go. Don't leave me." She sobs. The pain in her voice is enough to make JJ stop. It both breaks his heart more and fuels his anger.

He huffs, knowing she's more important, and he contains his anger. Looking back at her broken state, all the anger leaves his system, replaced with heartbreak and sympathy.

"I'm not goin' anywhere." He assures, walking back over. He sits next to her, holding an arm out. "C'mere, kiddo." He pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her in a protective hold. Y/N sobs into his shoulder, gripping onto his shirt as tightly as she can, her body racking with her cries.

JJ tightens his grip, pushing his own tears back as he does his best to comfort her.

"I got you." He assures, placing a hand on her head. "I got you. I'm right here. I'm here." JJ places a soft kiss to her head, smoothing some of her hair down. "I got you, munchkin." He whispers.

- - -

Y/N managed to cry herself to sleep eventually. JJ left her on the couch, lying her down and covering her up with a blanket. He sits in the arm chair by the couch, watching her sleep, the anger radiating through his body.

He looks back when he hears a car and watches the Twinkie pull up. He spots John B driving and Pope is in the passenger seat. JJ gets up, storming off the porch, marching towards the Twinkie.

"Gimme the keys." JJ orders his best friend.

"What? Why?" John B asks.

"Just give me the fucking keys, man." JJ demands, holding his hand out.

"JJ, what's up?" Pope asks, concern in his voice.

"Some shitheads assaulted Y/N -- sexually. I'm gonna go fucking kill them." JJ declares.

"Wait, what?" John B asks.

"Is she okay?" Pope asks.

"Of course she's not fucking okay, Pope!" JJ yells. "Would you be okay?"

"Hey, we care about her too. I just-- it was a question." Pope says.

"Okay, well, look, you're not going alone." John B argues.

"The hell I'm not." JJ glares at him.

"No. No, man, you go alone, you're probably not coming back. Especially if this was some kook--"

"It was two cokeheads. Two pieces of shit that have nothing better to do than torture a little girl. So, personally, I don't really give a shit what the consequences are." JJ says.

"Yeah, well, I bet you she does." John B says, nodding to the chateau where he knows Y/N probably is. "You're the most stable person in her life, J."

"Well, that's a scary thought." The blonde scoffs.

"She can't lose you. So I'm going with you. To help you and to make sure you don't get yourself killed. Either that or you're fucking walking." John B says.

"Fine." JJ relents. "But you." He points at Pope. "You're staying back with her. I don't want her alone."

"Okay." Pope nods.

"Plus, your fighting skills suck, mathlete." JJ says making Pope roll his eyes. JJ holds his hand out for the keys.

"Fuck no. You're too pissed to drive." John B says, getting in the driver's seat.

"Whatever." JJ grumbles, getting in the passenger seat. "Just go as fast as you can."

"No doubt." John B says, starting the car and speeding off.

- - -

John B pulls up to the trailer park and stops outside the trailer JJ tells him to. JJ is out of the car before John B is even able to put it in park. JJ storms up to the trailer and slams the door open.

"Whoa! Hey, man!" Barry exclaims.

"You two David and Robby?" JJ asks, nodding to the two older men around his dad's age.

"Who's askin'?" Robby asks.

"Which one's David?" JJ asks.

"Sorry, bro. I don't swing that way." David laughs. JJ gives him a sarcastic smile before punching him.

"Whoa!" Barry exclaims.

"Holy, shit!" Robby shouts. John B rushes into the trailer, watching JJ grab David's shirt and slam him against the wall.

"Dude, hey. Hey, kid! Relax!" David says.

"Yeah, kid. I'm a fucking kid! You know who else is a fucking kid?! My baby sister!" JJ shouts.

"Oh, shit." Barry mutters.

Robby tries to pull JJ off of David, but John B grabs him and punches him. He knees Robby in the stomach, shoving him to the ground.

"Look, we can talk about this--" David tries.

"Talk about this?!" JJ shouts, slamming David against the wall. "Talk about you trying to rape a fourteen year old girl? Talk about that, huh? Yeah, do you know how fucking sick that is? Assault is bad enough, but you gotta go after a kid who is barely out of middle school?"

"Well, hey, it's not my fault they're tighter at that age." David smirks.

JJ immediately punches David, the force sending David to double over, groaning in pain. JJ repeatedly hits and kicks at the older man, not stopping for anything.

"JJ." John B calls after a while when he notices David half-unconscious. "JJ. JJ!" He calls, but the blonde doesn't listen to him.

"Hey, hey, hey!" John B rushes over, trying to pull his friend away.

"Get off me!" JJ shouts.

"She wouldn't want you in jail, dude!" John B shouts. "Y/N needs you!"

His words finally manage to get through to JJ making the blonde stop. He breathes heavily, trying to catch his breath. JJ balls David's shirt in his hands, yanking him up, glaring at the older man's bloody appearance.

"One of you lowlifes ever talk to my sister, ever touch her -- ever even fucking think of or mention her again -- it will be the last fucking thing you ever do, I swear to God." JJ sneers. "Stay away from kids, you sick fuck."

JJ spits in his face before getting up and storming out.

John B delivers a few kicks to David's abdomen making him weakly groan in pain. John B looks over at Barry who is standing across the room, smoking a joint.

"Nobody knows about this shit." John B states and Barry holds his hands up.

- - -

JJ and John B get back to the chateau with some pizza, soda, and beer. They walk inside, Pope and Y/N sitting on the couch. Y/N is curled up, resting against the arm of the couch. She has a blanket covering her and the two are watching Tangled, it comforting Y/N.

They look up as the two boys enter, Pope perking up at the food.

"Sweet." Pope says, standing up, walking over to the counter where JJ puts the boxes down.

"You guys actually went to get food?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah. Where else would we be?" John B asks, putting the beer and pack of soda bottles on the counter.

"I don't... I thought that maybe... forget it." Y/N mumbles, turning her attention back to the TV.

John B looks at JJ who gives him a look to shut up, not wanting to tell her anything. JJ puts two pieces of cheese pizza on a paper plate and grabs a bottle of soda. He walks over to Y/N, putting the bottle on the coffee table and holding the plate out to her.

"Thanks." She mumbles, taking the plate. JJ softly smiles at her, gently ruffling her hair. The three boys each get their own food and some beer.

Pope sits back down in his previous spot and John B sits on the floor, putting his stuff on the coffee table. JJ sits next to his sister.

"Oh, sweet, I love this part." John B says, watching the characters sing in the pub.

Y/N glances at JJ as he picks one of his pieces of pizza up. Her eyes immediately go to his bloodied knuckles.

"JJ." She quietly says, getting his attention. She glances up at his face before refocusing on his hand. JJ follows her gaze, putting the pizza down.

"Oh, those-- those are old." He dismisses, eating the pizza with his other hand.

"Then why are you hiding it?" She asks.

"I'm not." JJ says.

"Jayje." She mumbles.

JJ sighs, but leans closer to her so he doesn't have to talk loud.

"Look, it's fine, Y/N/N. Nothing's gonna happen to me and those shitheads got taught a lesson. No old, weird, disgusting creeps are gonna bother you now. Promise." JJ tells her.

"You shouldn't have done that." Y/N whispers.

"Have you met me?" JJ asks. "If you think I'm letting anybody get away with hurting you, you're fucking high, kiddo." He says making Y/N smile the slightest bit.

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[barry-j-blupjeans]

And I feel like this is basically canon so - 1 and Blupjeans? (Please and thank you!)

“The closest thing to love at first sight I’ve ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you.”

--

"Favorite writer?" Barry said. "Author? Favorite Writer and/or author."

"Ugh," Taako said immediately from where he was laying on the couch. His feet were over the top and his head was hanging off the cushions. One of the cats was playing with his braid from under the couch. "How do you not know Lup's favorite author? It's literally all she's been talking about for the past fuckin' month."

"I- I've been busy!" Barry defended.

"You have not," Taako said, which, yeah, fair. He really hasn't been. "It's just that every time you talk to Lup, you zone out and focus on her voice or her hair or whatever the fuck-"

"I'm not that bad," Barry said, flushing.

"What did Lup say before she left?" Taako challenged. Barry paused. He knew this. This wasn't that hard. She had left not even ten minutes ago.

"She was she was... going to get... food."

"Where?" Taako asked, raising his eyebrows.

"At- at a food place?"

"You're hopeless," Taako said, pulling himself upright again. He raised got his legs down and reached for his phone. "She's going to Smoothie King 'cus you've ruined her sense of taste. And then she's going to McDonald's because of the aforementioned ruined taste."

"We literally met while you worked at a McDonald's, Taako."

"That's not the point," Taako said. He had unlocked his phone. "The point is that one, you've only made her worse-" Barry knew by now it was best not to argue. "And two, her favorite author is some wack-ass nerd named Sildar Hallwinter."

"Uhm," Barry said, feeling his stomach drop. Taako was scrolling through his phone now as if trying to find something. "I've- I've never heard of that person before, uh- what do they write?"

"He started out with a buncha mediocre sci-fi shit, which like, that was okay! Lup's been into sci-fi stuff before, I can vibe with that. Mostly short fiction, y'know? Sometimes some horror elements."

"Sounds right up Lup's alley," Barry said nervously. Taako didn't seem to notice.

"But-" Taako continued. Oh boy. "Past few months he's been doing so much romance? Like so much romance. And it's not even the good kind."

"Well," Barry said, trying not to feel offended. "He's trying his best, I'm sure."

Sildar Hallwinter wasn't exactly known for romance. Barry knew that. He knew that very well, considering he was Sildar Hallwinter. All the stuff he wrote under "Barry", his mom would somehow find. He had to escape that. But it'd been quite a while since his mom had passed and "Sildar Hallwinter" was never going to go back to "Barry Bluejeans" without a mass amount of confusion from his followers.

How had he not heard Lup talk about this? Maybe Taako was right and he really did just zone out whenever she came into the room.

"Uh-huh," Taako said, doubtfully. "Hey, listen to this-" Taako cleared his throat. Barry tried his very best not to cringe. ""The closest thing to love at first sight I’ve ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you. You are the sun, the brightest thing in my life. The center of my-""

"I think I got it," Barry managed to get out, his face burning. He buried his face in his hands to hide. Taako sniggered.

"It goes on for miles," Taako said. "I, personally, do not see the appeal. Now Lup, on the other hand- She's got it almost as bad for this writing as Hallwinter has for whomever the fuck he's writing about. And I have to live with her Barry. Do you really wanna put yourself through that?"

Maybe he should just stop posting. That'd be less awful than ending up in this scenario again.

"The writing's not that bad," Barry said finally. Taako scoffed. Barry could practically feel the eye roll from here.

"The writing is whatever," Taako said. "Do you wanna live through Lup reading the writing to you? All the time? Forever, probably?"

"Well-"

"She does voices for the characters, Barry," Taako stressed. "Voices."

"The writing's not that bad!" Barry said again. "I- I think it's kinda sweet? Maybe?"

"You're awful," Taako said. "Both of you, awful."

[neo30deck]

No-see I really like this idea!

I swear, the show loves to just make everyone dismiss Barry only for those dismissals to come to bite them in the ass later on.

This is actually why in any aus for the show I think of, I always try to make Barry to be smarter and more observant than he is shown to be. This is partially because he's a fantastic detective in the comics, and the producers put too much focus on the team part of team Flash for my taste.

Not that I don't appreciate the work Cisco, Caitlin, and the others do! It's just they dumb Barry down a lot just so that they can be elevated.

When Barry does use the smarts he has, they're often tossed to the side because he's 'overreacting'. If they do listen to the guy that's throwing himself into danger to save people all the time, the team might notice he's actually really helpful behind the scenes too.

Barry is a CSI, the guy connects dots between crimes as a job, he has to know a lot about different branches of science to be as good of a CSI as he's made out to be. Chemistry, physics, biology, fucking biochem is something he has to be great at!

Barry is capable of so many things that the producers of the show tend to ignore!

Relating to the original point, I think he gets really irritated whenever the team doesn't believe his valid concerns. He might even be reliving what it was like when Joe didn't believe him about his mother's murder! He has got to have developed trauma based on the way no one ever believes him.

So I propose a way for him to go 'HA I'M RIGHT', while also showing off his smarts. It comes in the form of him hiding stuff from his team.

If none of them are willing to listen to him, then he'll just do all of the investigating himself. This way, Barry can use his skills without relying on his team.

With Jay not knowing about Barry's distrust, he is likely to reveal details that show Barry might have ignored, but au Barry zeros in on those tiny slip-ups as fuel for his investigation.

Would love Barry sneaking around and having Gideon help him investigate Jay's DNA since Caitlin won't believe him. He might even stalk the two and hear their conversation about 'Jay's' doppelganger on their earth being named Hunter Zolomon. My boys gonna hold on to that info like a lifeline. When he finds out Jay is a serial killer on Earth 2? TO THE PIPELINE! OFF YOU GO HUNTER! JOKES ON YOU I NEVER TRUSTED YOU!

He's going to feel so validated once he reveals all his research.

I HAVE STUFF TO DO AND SHOULD NOT BE HERE RIGHT NOW BUT I JUST GOT A SEASON 2 AU IDEA

I’ve mentioned a couple times how frustrating it was that Barry was suspicious of ‘Jay’ and no one listened to him, so I was just thinkingggg

What if Barry pretended to trust ‘Jay’ just to get everyone off his back, so he’s a lot more cautious throughout the season (and probably tries some investigation himself)

Honestly after typing it out I don’t think much of anything would change (except an extremely satisfying “TOLD YOU SO” from Barry after Trajectory which should have happened anyway but that’s a different story Barry blames himself way too much to do that unfortunately) but yeah

[mypimpademia]

How would Bakugou, Izuku, kiri, and shiso react to their fem s/o simping hard for anime characters. Example: kakashi, Kuroo, itadori

Bakugo x fem!reader, Midoriya x fem!reader, Kirishima x fem!reader, Shinso x fem!reader

TW: Swearing

Note: this request has been marinating for centuries and I am so sorry, I hope you like this enough to at least consider forgiving me😭

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BAKUGO.

He knows they're fictional characters, but his complexs still make him get jealous

"Itadori looks so good..."

Katsuki kinda just sits there mad as fuck but not saying shit

But if you start getting that lovely dovey ass look hes gonna get jealous and turn off the tv

"What the hell Katsuki? I was watching that."

"You're watching a little too hard for my fuckin' taste..."

"The hell does that even mean–"

And then you catch on

"Holy shit, you're jealous."

You just have to laugh, which only makes him more mad

But can how could blame you? He's jealous of a 2D character

Granted, you were lowkey daydreaming about them and talking about how hot/cute they were out loud but its still like ???

Katsuki isn't gonna let you watch it till you pay attention to him and he feels assured that you don't like these shitty characters more than him

He'll lay between your legs with his head on your stomach grumbling about how he's better than some stupid anime characters

You esentially have no choice but to sit there and listen while occasionally laughing and making him grumble more since he put all your stuff out of reach

His jealous side definitely comes out more, and he knows it's kind of ridiculous since they're fictional characters but he can't help it

MIDORIYA.

I dont care what anyone says, he watches anime and lowkey simps for characters too

So it'd be hypocritical if he got on your case for you doin the same

He just let's you be

"Fuck, Kuroo looks so fucking good."

Izuku just laughs and is glad you're enjoying the show

He'll honestly probably simp over some fem characters

"Wow... Kiyoko's really pretty."

But he'll get a little jealous and maybe even insecure considering they're sometimes his polar opposites if he feels like you're more focused on fictional characters than him

Probably starts kissing all over your face in the middle of you watching and hugs you

"I love you most, Izu."

And then you continue watching together

KIRISHIMA.

Similar to Midoriya

He honestly thinks it's cute too

Likes watching you get all excited everytime one of your favorites comes on screen

Eiji is able to another man is attractive, he sees nothing wrong with it unlike a lot of people, plus it's part of being manly

So he honestly probably simps with you

He doesn't actually simp but he does point out how good he thinks they look

"God I love Itadori so much."

"He's really pretty! I'd be bros with him."

So... more so you basically being in love with them and simping romantically and Eijiro simping platonically

His confidence has definitely grown over the years, especially since middle school, but he still has his moments here and there

He knows they're fictional characters, but like Midoriya, if they're his total opposite, it'll make him feel a little weird

But he can usually remind himself that you love him, and if not all he needs is a little kiss from you

Other than that, you're both simps I'm your own way

SHINSO.

He thinks it's funny

That's it

It makes him laugh when he sees you simping over anime characters so hard

He doesn't do it in a mocking or rude way though, he of all people knows not to judge others

Plus he probably had a weeb phase at some point, or he's still in it

But watching you essentially stop functioning whenever your favorite characters come on screen never fails to make him laugh

He also likes to tease you

"Fuck I fucking LOVE Kakashi."

"Oh really? How much do you love him? Do you love him more than you love me?"

Probably pretends like you hurt his feelings in the most dramatic way

"LOVE?! I thought I was your one and only. The Romeo to your Juliet, the Barry B. Benson to your Vanessa Bloome."

He'll probably clutch his chest and fall on the floor like you just stabbed him

"You're so dramatic, Toshi. Get off the floor."

He just lays there like he's dead, and the only way to get him to stop is to say he's your one and only and you love him

"I love you SOOO much and you're my one and only."

And then he'll get right up and kiss you before he lets you get back to watching

[mothandpidgeon]

Ok but since you are writing a Regency piece...could you imagine having Din Djarin and Marcus Pike fighting over you? Each of them is so different and you can't help it because you're attracted to both of them because Din is the brooding yet kind introverted man that quotes to you poetry and takes you on long boat rides (with someone else of course because he cares about your image) and you're head over heels in love but then Marcus comes along and he's dashing and sweet and a little introverted but mostly talkative whenever he has to be and although he doesn't read to you poetry, he does gush about how none of the Greek and Roman and Etruscan sculptures and Italian works of art come close to your beauty and he takes you on long walks in gardens and even invites you to go to Versailles one time with him and then the three of you run into each other during one of the balls and the two are begging just for a moment with you and you're dancing with no one else but them during the entire night and when you try to go to the garden to get some fresh air, you're bombarded by the two men and they get into a heated argument to the point where they say that they will duel for you but you stop them both because you don't want either of them to get hurt and then...oh my sweet lord...and then, you take each of their hands and kiss their knuckles and fuck you shouldn't be doing this because what if someone sees and your reputation and no no no...but they both grow even more shy and you smile at them and-

"How about you invite us over to your estate Captain Djarin? I'm sure we can all...come to an agreement. Right?"

And the two are so confused but when they look at each other and return their gaze to you, they finally realize what it is you're talking about and they're both appalled by your offer but their shock slowly subsides because they fucking crave you and they nod and you throw each one of them a wink and-

"I'm looking forward to the invitation, good evening gentlemen."

And AHHHHHHHHHHH I DIE!!!!!!!!

Ok, Maggie, you went SO HARD on this one. Phew. You really know how to torment me!!! You are always welcome in my inbox. Considering the tale you wove, I really hope this lives up to it and you’ll have to forgive me I could go on but I was already approaching 1.5k words!!

Also I hope you don’t mind (and apologies to Regency!Din) but the mention of Versailles just screamed late 18th century (an important distinction in my nerd brain) so…

A/N: 18+! This ribbon bit comes from Barry Lyndon so apologies to the ghost of Stanley Kubrick.

It was a shame that Misters Djarin and Pike detested one another so when they had so many similarities. Both of them were kind and sweet and terribly handsome.

Mr. Pike accompanied you to the opera on more than one occasion. In the privacy of your box, he would whisper sweet words into your ear and nudge the soft skin of your neck with his nose. Mr. Djarin was more of an outdoorsman. He took you riding on his estate. When you were far enough on the grounds, he would help you down from the saddle and recite poetry to you beneath a shady tree.

And yet seeing them side by side now in Mr. Djarin’s parlor where you’d just shared a very awkward tea, tension straining the air between them, they couldn’t be more different. Mr. Djarin, so reserved, dark and modest. Mr. Pike, flirtatious and warm, cheek always dimpled with a smile.

You knew it wasn't going to be easy to break the wall between them but you’d been wise enough to plan for it.

“It seems I cannot force an accord between you but I know how men like their sport. I propose a wager. Nothing like a friendly competition to encourage affection,” you said.

Marcus cocked his eyebrow. He had wanted to win you since he’d met you last summer, pursuing you endlessly and yet this other man still stood in his way.

“I wonder which of you is a better hunter,” you said.

“And how would we prove that?” Mr. Pike asked. Din’s brow creased. He didn’t know how hunting had anything to do with your ludacris proposal, the one that they had both scoffed at at the ball. He wouldn’t have agreed to contemplate the thought if he hadn’t been so afraid of losing you.

You rose from your seat and both pairs of brown eyes watched you intently.

“I have devised a test. I’ve hidden a white ribbon somewhere on my person,” you said, trying to bite back your smile. “The better man finds it first.”

Both men looked at you in a stunned silence. Your heart was racing nervously but you were savoring their expressions. Mr. Djarin collected himself first.

“You’ll forgive me for being unfamiliar with the ways in which women amuse themselves but I hardly find such a suggestion to be entertaining,” Mr. Djarin said, his cheeks turning pink.

He couldn’t pretend that the idea of undressing you didn’t make his heart pound but he hated how easily you would give yourself over to Mr. Pike. He disliked the way Pike flirted with you so openly. Of course, he knew some of it was envy— he had never been a charmer.

“I do not speak in jest, sir,” you told him.

“That is what you want?” Mr. Pike asked, his soft eyes already slipping lower. He was already thinking of places to explore.

You watched Mr. Djarin look away from you when he nodded.

“And the better man, does he win something?” Pike asked, enjoying how flustered the other man had become.

“My highest regard,” you answered coyly.

Marcus chuckled.

“Then the lady should get what she wants, don’t you agree?” he asked Mr. Djarin.

Din cleared his throat.

“Very well,” he said.

Pike came to your side and took your hand to escort you to the couch where you sat between him and Mr. Djarin.

“Perhaps you should take the first turn,” you suggested to Mr. Djarin who was looking at you with a mix of fear and yearning in his eye.

He’d been so careful with you, always so cautious not to overstep or do anything at all that might invite scandal save a few soft kisses. And here you were laying yourself out for him. He swallowed dryly and met your eye with a shrug of surrender.

“Is it in your hair?” he asked, eyes darting up to your coiffure.

You smiled at him, nearly reached out to put your hand on his cheek. That protective nature was what drew you to Mr. Djarin in the first place. You knew what he really wanted, you could see it in his eyes, but he was too polite to take what was being offered. Not without convincing.

“I believe this requires a more thorough search, Djarin,” Pike said from over your shoulder.

He cupped your hands and turned them over as in a playful inspection, then lifted both of your arms. “No. Not there.”

You laughed and the noise made his heart jump. He’d found that he would make himself a fool if it put a smile on your face. Marcus was happy to take the opportunity to move in closer, to claim you with his touch. He brushed your neck so gently, his fingers tracing a ljne from your jaw to your shoulder where the bodice of your dress began. Goose pimples broke out on your skin and Marcus put his lips against your earlobe.

“I wonder,” he mused, leaning your back into his chest.

He hooked a finger under the fabric and followed the line down from your shoulder to the swell of your breast and you gasped. He had so often admired the rise and fall of your chest, Marcus couldn’t help but caress your skin with his thumb. Din felt himself stiffen as he listened to the soft moans Pike was drawing from you as he put a kiss on your skin. Watching your lips part, Din was frozen in place.

Marcus moved his hand down the straight front of your bodice and you felt yourself pulsing beneath your skirts.

“Perhaps under here?” he asked.

You allowed him to work the front of your gown open, the silk parting to reveal the creamy ivory stays below. Din felt twin aches in his chest and his groin as he saw the other man slide the bodice off of your shoulders.

Neither had seen you in such a state of undress before. Marcus took a moment to steady himself, admiring the figure below and sliding his hand across your middle. You were hardly naked, still clad in your stays, shift, and skirts but your underthings made his cock twitch.

“Now you see how the game is played and that Mr. Pike has been so far unsuccessful,” you said to Mr. Djarin, your voice more breathless than before. “Would you care to try, Mr. Djarin?”

You encouraged him by bringing your foot to rest beside his knee, leaning back into Mr. Pike. Din licked his lips, staring at the floral pattern on your delicate shoe for what felt like a century. Finally, he gave in to his longing.

He ran his fingers up your ankle over your silk stocking, revealing the smooth line of your leg. His large hands encircled your calf as he inched your skirt up further. You let out a shaking breath, squeezing your thighs together. You could hear Mr. Pike’s jagged breaths in your ear as he watched with anticipation. He had half a mind to release himself from his breeches to relieve the torment building there.

Din was careful not to reveal any of your skin, stopping just above the spot at your knee where your stockings were tied with thick ribbons.

“These are blue,” he said, running his thumb over the bow.

You were looking down at him flushed and breathing heavy and it took everything in his power to stop from taking you then and there.

You leaned to him, putting your lips against his and letting your mouth fall open to invite him in. You heard him whimper and he clutched onto your leg. Then you turned to Mr. Pike who kissed you hungrily, his wide palm kneading at your breasts.

“I’m quite disappointed in the both of you,” you said once you could speak again. Your whole body was thrumming with arousal.

You raised your skirts up around your hips and felt both pairs of eyes lustily watching. There, tied around the thickest part of your thigh was the white ribbon. But they only noticed the slick shining between your thighs.

“We shall call it a draw. But I’m afraid that means you’ll have to share me, gentlemen,” you said.

And from their twin growls, it was clear that they didn’t mind.

[kravkalackin]

part 1 of this AU [here]

After all this time, she thought that she might have finally found some answers. 

Sighing, she turned over in her borrowed bed in the spare room, Barry having insisted they go to bed about an hour ago. She couldn’t sleep though, because this was supposed to be it. Finally, after four years of wandering around with no clue of who she was or why she was here, she managed to track down the one lead that damn coin had given her. 

I don’t know how much you’ll understand, so I’m going to keep this simple. 

It had said in her voice. She had sounded nervous and uncertain, but determined. 

You need to find Barry. Barry Bluejeans, if you don’t remember the full name. If you can just find him, you both should be able to work something out. Hopefully we can find the others, maybe even...   

Find Barry. Trust him, if she’s taken that from you too. I doubt it though. I doubt she could ever take away just how much we love him. 

She had not mentioned that last bit to Barry. She had no intention of mentioning that last bit to Barry, not anytime soon. It wasn’t like it mattered anyway, because apparently this whole thing had been a waste of time. 

He didn’t know her. He wasn’t lying or trying to hide it or anything like that, she could see it in his eyes. He just straight up had no fucking idea what she was talking about. All of this time, and it was pointless. 

Flipping over again, she groaned before sitting up. She wasn’t going to get to sleep. She should probably just leave. 

There was a bright flash, and a few seconds later a loud crack of thunder outside. She knew it was coming and she still flinched. Did she have a reason for being afraid of thunderstorms? She had no clue. She knew she wasn’t a fan though. 

Crawling out of the guest bed, she had just been intending to go raid Barry’s kitchen again. He was not a very good cook, but she had managed to clobber together some descent tea and soup for dinner. The motions had felt almost natural, but nothing quite landed right. 

Instead though, she found herself walking to Barry’s bedroom door. It wasn’t fair. He was supposed to give her answers, and she wanted to be pissed but she couldn’t bring herself to hate the guy. This wasn’t his fault. The coin had mentioned someone else. Had mentioned a ‘she’ who had taken all of this away from her. 

Thunder cracked again, and without thinking she was knocking on the door. 

“What? L?” Barry asked, sounding confused as he sat up and blinked at her as she peaked into the room. L, that was what they had come up with. Usually she let people come up with whatever moniker they wanted, since it wasn’t like it mattered, none of it would ever be her name. Barry had insisted though, and she eventually admitted that there was an L stitched into the tag of her cloak. It was the only thing she could read, and so it was all she could think of herself as. 

“Can’t sleep,” she admitted simply. 

“Wanna come here?” he asked, rubbing at his eyes and not seeming to quite register what he was saying. She did though, and her first instinct was to pull away. She didn’t know this guy, he didn’t know her, no one knew her. She couldn’t trust him, she needed to just go back to her room, there was no reason to be here. 

But she was here. She was here and she wanted answers and her heart kept speeding up whenever she saw him and not in a bad way. 

“Yeah, okay,” she muttered, coming over and crawling into his bed. She kept her distance, and Barry didn’t try to encroach on that, seeming content to be sure she got some of the blankets before rolling so that he was facing the other side and falling back to sleep. At least, she assumed he’d fallen back to sleep. His breath was even and deep and almost hypnotic as she listened to it rise and fall. 

Despite herself and despite all the questions still there, she fell asleep easy at last.