#rarry x reader

[hoosurdaddy]

18+ (take place during the DH, all characters are 18+)

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Thinking of how boyfriend!Harry would let his best friend, Ron, fuck his girlfriend when the horcrux was bothering him. Harry knew that the horcrux affect Ron worse than him and Hermione, and Ron’s outbursts were getting worse and worse. But Harry knew the way to help Ron cope with his anger.

As Ron had his girlfriend bent over the table, violently snapping his hips into her cervix, making you whimper and moan at every thrust. Your hands gripping the table to steady yourself as you look up at your boyfriend through the tears of pleasures that welled up in your eyes. Harry had told you already “to be a good girl and let Ron fuck your pretty pussy. It was about Ron’s Pleasure, not yours.”

Anything for the chosen one, right?

As Harry watched you and Ron, he played with the horcrux around his neck. Thank gosh Hermione had decided to take a walk to look for food and for her protective charm as Your moans of pleasure and The sound of you and Ron’s skin slapping together began to get louder and louder. He couldn’t help but notice the anger fading from Ron’s eyes as he reached his climax.

Hey, it’s the least he could do for his friend.

[whenisthefall]

HELLO???? Why does this only have 300 likes?? I honestly don’t usually read stuff like this BUT IM SO GLAD I DID IT WAS SO HOT

The hand he had used to pull you into his lap slides under your shirt, and he chuckles when he finds no underwear. “I see you made this easy for-” he begins to say but he cuts himself off with a low groan when he feels how wet you are.

“Did you cum, baby?” You shake your head and he tuts, hiking your shirt up on your hips so it doesn’t slip down. “That just won’t do. After what you did, I think you’ve earned it.”

WHY DID THAT DO THE THINGS IT DID TO ME?? When I read that I just- I needed a moment that scene was just amazing

“I’ll take my fucking time if I want to, and I’ll fuck you how I want and you’re going to be a good boy and take it. Is that understood?”

PLEASE I UNDERSTOOD LOUD AND CLEAR THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD LINE

"I just need Barry, I need him to... I need." He grabs at his hair tight, obviously swiftly growing frustrated at his own inability to communicate.

he’s such a cute little boy and I just wanna give him all my love. like yes baby I need you too come here and let me take care of you

You nibble on your lip nervously, motioning over your shoulder to the bedroom. He moves to walk past him, but you stop him with a hand on his chest.

I’m sorry I don’t know why lines like this get me going to much but like- I can see it. I can see it in my head playing like a freaking movie and I love it

UGH THIS WAS SO GOOD. I’m sorry I was all over the place but thank you for your brilliant mind that came up with it and then actually writing it it was wonderful and definitely fulfilled my 1 am fanfic craving

Need

A/N: Okay so I will admit this is a little out of left field for me but I had the idea and had to write it and honestly I'm not sorry.

Description: Rafe needs to submit but Barry isn't home so the Reader has to step up.

Warnings: Rafe x Reader, Barry x Reader, Rafe x Barry, smut, light angst, light fluff, talks of cocaine, barely any plot, Sub!Rafe, Switch!Reader, Dom!Barry, pegging, praise kink, fingering (male and female recieving), spanking, sir kink, Rafe calls the Reader ma'am a couple times, female!Reader

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It’s about 12 in the afternoon when Rafe bursts in the door. You had been lounging on the living room couch, texting Barry while he’s on his lunch break when Rafe came rushing in. He stopped when he saw you but only for a moment, quickly moving on to the bedroom than the bathroom, obviously looking for something.

“Rafe, baby, what’s wrong?” You ask, unable to keep the worry from your voice, sitting up straight.

He pops back out of the bedroom, entering the bathroom with a slam of the door against the wall. “I’m looking for Barry.” He murmurs shakily and you immediately recognize the tone in his voice.

Without thinking about it, you shoot Barry a text saying 'rafes home he needs you' and then you toss your phone aside and stand, following Rafe down the hall.

He exits the bathroom, and you subtly step in the way of him returning back down the hall towards the exit, not wanting him to leave and do something stupid and knowing you would never be able to stop him with physical force. He subconsciously follows your urgings, striding back into the bedroom.

"I just need Barry, I need him to... I need." He grabs at his hair tight, obviously swiftly growing frustrated at his own inability to communicate.

You'd seen him like this a few times before, and Barry was always on top of it immediately, knowing what to do, what Rafe needed.

Rafe would come in, itching at his arms and saying that he needs, just needs something, needs Barry, he just needs and Barry would bend him over the nearest surface, ordering him around and manhandling him and praising him.

But Barry's not here and the last thing you need is Rafe tearing this house apart looking for coke when you both know Barry got rid of that shit, for him, a long time ago so he'd probably end up leaving and trying to get some somewhere else and shit what the fuck are you going to do-

And then it hits you.

"Rafe." You say his name in the most commanding tone you can muster, half expecting him to not listen to you, but instead, he snaps to attention, whipping around to look at you with wild, desperate eyes. "Bed now."

"Wha-"

"I said get on the bed, now." Your voice is stronger now as you grow more confident. Immediately the blonde boy scrambles onto the bed eager to obey.

"Undress yourself." You tell him, walking over to the dresser and opening the bottom drawer. In this drawer are your toys. In the beginning there had only been a couple things, easy to hide things that you could shove under piles of socks, but the more comfortable the boys got with you, and themselves, the more your collection had grown until you needed a whole own drawer for all your toys.

You clear your throat, reaching for the toy at the very back. "Color?"

"Green." He responds immediately, and you can feel a small smile tugging at your lips.

"Good boy." You praise, and can stop the shiver that runs down your spine when you hear him whimper.

In your hand you hold the gag gift Kelce and Topper had bought you last Christmas. It had sat at the back of the drawer, neither boys felt brave enough to bring up trying it and you sure as hell weren't going to bring it up first. In fact you had almost debated getting rid of it, seeing as it was just a gag gift collecting dust, but now you're glad you didn't because it was about to come in handy.

A strap-on.

You turn around, happy to see him completely stripped and laying on his back.

"Get on your hands and knees." You tell him, tossing the strap-on on the bed and beginning to strip yourself as you walk to the bedside table. You're completely naked by the time you reach, and he's on his hands and knees as you pull out a brand new bottle of lube.

You walk over to where the strap-on is, picking it up and stepping into it before adjusting the straps until it fits you snugly on the hips. Okay, so maybe you had done a little research on how to wear a strap-on. Just in case.

"I'm going to peg you, Rafe. Do you consent to this?" You ask as you pop the cap on the lube.

"Yes." He gasps, muscles flexing in his back and ass, hands tightening their hold on the blanket until his knuckles turn white.

You climb onto the bed, positioning yourself behind him and squirting a healthy amount of lube onto your fingers. "What's your safe word?"

"Pineapple." He says in a rushed voice, squirming a little.

You set down the closed lube so you can smack his ass with your fingertips. "No squirming."

"Yes ma'am."

Heat races up your neck and floods your face at the title, and you realize you quite like the sound of him calling you that is such a breathy voice.

You line up a finger with his asshole, applying light pressure until the ring of muscle begins to give and slowly the first finger slips inside. Thanks to the generous amount of lube, it's easier than you expected, and soon you're thrusting the one finger in and out with iase. You add a second finger, gentle so as not to hurt him, and he moans loud enough to drown out the cicadas outside.

"Please, ma'am, please please please please-"

"Use your words, baby boy," You chide, gently pinching the flesh of his ass-cheek. "Tell me what you want.

He makes a small hiccuping-gasping noise as he tries to find his words, worrying you for a moment but as you open your mouth to ask for his color he whines out "More, ma'am, please can you fuck me, please."

Unable to resist him, you speed up the process, scissoring your two fingers till he's loose enough to add a third, then grabbing the lube between your legs and popping the cap once more.

With probably anyone else you know you'd be worried about him not being stretched enough, but with Rafe you know the slight burn will ground him, and even add more pleasure, and you know he has no issue telling you if it starts to hurt too much.

You douse the dildo with lube until it begins to drip off then line the tip up with his entrance. He falls deathly silent, body stilling as he waits for you to make the next move.

You line up your hips, take a deep breath, then slowly begin to press into him. He falls forward onto his elbows, pressing his face into the blanket. You make sure to be gentle and slow to allow him to become accustomed to the intrusion, but you’re just about to get halfway in when he suddenly says, “Just do it already!”

Immediately you grab a handful of his hair, wrenching his neck back and slamming the dildo as deep as it can go.

He cries out, shuddering at the sudden feeling of being completely full, and you bring your hand down on his ass hard enough to make the skin red. “I’ll take my fucking time if I want to, and I’ll fuck you how I want and you’re going to be a good boy and take it. Is that understood?”

He nods rapidly, arching his back submissively, sliding back down to the sheets as you release his hair. You place two hands on his hips, carefully withdrawing then thrusting back in in a steady, increasing rhythm. You can tell when you hit his prostate, the muscles in his back spasming and a loud moan ripping from his throat.

“Good boy.” you praise, massaging the flesh of his ass and lower back. “Behaving so well, submitting so well for me.”

The skin of his shoulders and the back of his neck are already red, and only getting brighter and his breath has turned into pants mingled with breathy moans and you know he isn’t going to last long at all.

You speed up your thrusts, the slaps of your hips hitting his ass ringing out through the room as you target his prostate over and over again. You reach down, your thrusts only faltering for a moment, to wrap a hand around his penis.

The moment he feels you begin to move he shakes his head rapidly, whimpering out a weak “No.” before melting the second you touch him. “I’m not gonna last.” He whines, shame tingeing his voice. Obviously arousal overruns the shame because almost immediately he’s thrusting his hips in time with yours, chasing the climax quickly approaching.

The stress from whatever sent him into this spiral mixed with the intense desire to submit must have tired him out.

“Cum for me, Rafe.” You angle your hips to hit his prostate head on, using the most dominant voice you can muster in the moment. “Don’t you want to cum for me?”

The muscles of his ass and legs tense up, his whole body going still for a moment while you continue your thrusts, then he’s cumming with a low groan, warm liquid coating your fingers.

You slowly pull out of him, helping him to lower onto the bed, away from the cum spot. You wipe your hands on the blanket, then slide off the bed and remove the strap-on.

You grab tissues from the bedside table, the soft expensive kind gotten specifically for when the three of you have sex, and begin to clean him up, removing the cum and lube from his sweat-damp skin. You then toss the used tissues in the tiny wastebasket in the corner then gently pull the blanket out from underneath him. He doesn’t move to help you in any way, but allows you to move him as needed to remove the blanket from the bed and toss it in the corner of the room with the other dirty laundry.

You quickly walk to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and returning to the bedroom. You climb onto the bed, sitting next to your lover, intending to offer him the drink only to see he’s fallen fast asleep. Poor baby, he must have been more tuckered out than you realized.

After grabbing Rafe’s shirt from the floor and slipping it over your head you spend a minute collecting yourself and giving your legs a rest on the edge of the bed. You’re not used to being on the thrusting side of things, barely ever riding your partners seeing as they usually prefer you to be the one on your hands and knees, let alone fucking them. You’re startled by the sound of the door opening and shutting, and your eyes dart to Rafe’s face, but he doesn’t even twitch.

You stand slowly, testing your legs and after deciding they will indeed hold and you’re maybe being a little dramatic you quietly exit the room, not closing the door in case Rafe needs you.

Barry stands by the couch, holding your phone in his hands. His back is tense, and his expression worried, but the second he spots you he relaxes. He tosses the phone back onto the couch along with his own shit, meeting you in the middle to hug you. “Where is he?” he whispers.

You nibble on your lip nervously, motioning over your shoulder to the bedroom. He moves to walk past him, but you stop him with a hand on his chest.

“What?” he asks, but allows you to lead him to the couch.

You take a deep breath then explain what happened. How Rafe burst into the house, looking for him, how he was acting and how you barely had time to text Barry before you had to do something so he wouldn’t take off… and everything that came after that. By the time you’re done, you’re afraid you’re gonna break out into a sweat again from how embarrassed you are, unable to even look Barry in the eyes.

Barry grabs your chin, lifting your head to force you to look at him while his other hand pulls you into his lap so you’re straddling him.

“You did so well,” he whispers, lips close enough you can feel them brushing against your own, not quite kissing you yet. “Taking care of our boy like that, taking charge when he needed you. That was so strong of you.” The hand he had used to pull you into his lap slides under your shirt, and he chuckles when he finds no underwear. “I see you made this easy for-” he begins to say but he cuts himself off with a low groan when he feels how wet you are.

“Did you cum, baby?” You shake your head and he tuts, hiking your shirt up on your hips so it doesn’t slip down. “That just won’t do. After what you did, I think you’ve earned it.”

He rubs his hand up and down your outer thigh in a soothing motion, his other hand ghosts down, just barely bumping against your clit, and your hips jolt, chasing the contact. Barry grabs a hold of your thigh with one hand, the other locking tight around your waist to keep you still. “I got you, just relax and let me do the work.” He coos in your ear, comfortingly. “Don’t you want me to take care of you?” His voice drops an octave, mischievous but promising.

“Yes please, sir.” You whisper, doing your best to keep your hips from moving, choosing to tangle your fingers in the hem of your shirt to keep it up and to stop yourself from doing the work yourself.

He strokes the lips of your pussy tantalizingly. You whimper, hips seeking contact, but his other arm comes down to hold you in place. “Be patient,” he reminds you, “I'll take care of you.”

He gently nibbles on the skin of your neck as one finger enters you, thrusting in a little at a time. He adds a second one next, then a third, the stretch of his fingers stinging just enough to be pleasurable.

“Taking my fingers so well, little one,” He sighs in a low tone, fingers curling inside you to press against the spongy sweet spot deep in you. The heel of his hand presses to your clit, just as he applies the perfect amount of pressure to your g-spot.

You bite down on your lip hard, fingers digging into your hips, but you’re unable to stop yourself from arching your back. He smirks into your neck, obviously smug.

He scissors his fingers, stretching you and making you whine. His heel cants against your clit, and your hips jolt again, grinding down on him desperately.

“I’m sorry,” You gasp, hands slipping off your hips and catching on his biceps, digging into the muscle even harder and gaining a low groan in your ear, “I’m sorry, I just need to cum so bad-”

“It’s okay, baby,” he reassures, kissing below your earlobe, then kissing the earlobe itself, “I can feel you’re close. You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nod rapidly, moaning loudly as he increases the pressure on your clit. The tingling heat in your stomach builds and builds, heat rising through your entire body until it is almost unbearable and then it’s like a taut rubber band snapping.

You release hard around his fingers, hips stuttering against his hand uncontrollably and your nails raking against his bare arms.

He whispers reassuringly in your ear, cooing and telling you how good you are for him as you come down from your high. You relax into his chest, barely noticing as he pulls his hand from between you so he can use it to cup the back of your thigh. He lifts you up with a small huff, carrying you out of the living room and down the hall back to the bedroom. He tiptoes to the bed, slowly lowering you onto the sheet so as to not wake Rafe who still sleeps soundly. He kicks off his shoes before joining you, curling up next to you so you’re pressed between the two boys.

“What about you?” You whisper, barely able to keep your eyes open.

He shakes his head, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry about me, baby, just sleep now.”

Unable to resist, you let your eyes slide shut and you slip into a peaceful sleep.

[nemesyaaa]

western nights // mean!S2!barry x kook!reader x s2!rafe

summary ; /

warnings ; mentions and using of drugs. kinda violence. barry doesn't give a shit about pogue/kook thing. threesome(mxmxf/switch). smut without real plot. shotgunning (smoking). choking. double p in v. boys kissing (if you see that challengers reference, no you don't.), oral (f&m receiving.). scars mentions. threats.(3k words.). be careful with the warnings.

author's note : i want rafe and barry back as a chaotic duo for S4 part 2, please. it's a threat, not a request. im watching you obx screenwriters.

“someone you know very well owes me money.”

you looked up from your line of cocaine in a loud snort, before sitting comfortably on the bed while rubbing your nose to clean it quickly.

"and how does that concern me barry? you have your business, i have mine. and by the way, are you stalking my clients because you're losing yours ? ”

“ you’re such a fucking ungrateful princess. let me remind you that it’s because of me that you even have a business in the first place. you were nobody before i helped you, it doesn’t matter how much of a kook you are in this business.”

"wow.. someone’s got an attitude. it's not my fault your boy chose me over you.”

"yeah, he’s gonna regret that when you fuck him over."

“and why would i do that?”

he approached you, a big blunt falling out of his lips, before leaning toward you, made you feel quietly small. a short breath escaped your throat while you shivered. a smile with a wicked expression on his eyes showed on his face. “ still afraid of me. why ? it’s been a long time since i’ve had to put you in your place. you still got that scar? ” with a sick, softened voice, he added just over your lips. “that expensive makeup covers it up real good.”

“ what do you want, barry ? ”

in the intimacy of silence between the two of you, he pressed a thumb in the corner of your lips, letting his finger open it a little wider, before pulling out and blowing smoke directly into your mouth, letting your tongue disappear on the shot.

you scoffed, before your throat had swallowed the smoke. “ i want my money. and you're gonna do what i ask you. ”

“ and if i don’t ? ”

“ you don’t have much of a choice actually.”

barry placed himself above you, more threatening than when he welcomed you into his home. you placed a hand on his chest before responding calmly. “ don't be mad at me. it's your own fault you decided to trust him. why are you giving him free shit? you know he can afford it. and don’t give any of that ‘he said he’ll bring the money next time’ bullshit, when has rafe cameron ever been trustworthy?”

“ y/n. don’t start shit you can’t finish. ” he warned.

"what do you want me to do? you have a gun, and no reputation to preserve, if you want to shoot him, he's all yours. don't involve me in this. i'm having a good relationship with my client, do not mess it up. "

“do you think it’s that easy, princess?” he laughed nervously. "obviously. you really think I can get away with taking out Rafe Cameron?”

"i just think if you really wanted to, you would. Since when does Rafe scare you anyway? "

"i had a little disagreement with ward. it’ll just be easier if you handle it."

“what do i gain from all this?”

“It’s your choice. But we’ll talk about it when we’re out of this situation.”

you sighed. the next day, you invited rafe cameron to your house. like every time you called him, he came back.

“ so, where’s the coke ? ” he asked. “ tell me you have something for me. ”

"obviously I do, I'm a dealer, what did you expect ? But do I have any for you ? that's another question. ” you frowned. your gaze was on his beaten puppy face, his eyes were glinting, completely desperate, and his voice was almost pleading and nervous. “ i think i’ve been too nice to you, rafe. maybe i should be mean for once. look at this scar you have, should i give you another one? because that’s what’s gonna happen if you don’t behave. ”

“I’m begging you, please. i'm gonna pay you back.”

"begging already? wow. tell me why i should believe you’re pay me back?”

“ just trust me. you know i have money, i just have to get it.”

“ i have no reason to trust you. “ you shook your head with a tsk tsk that meant you didn’t believe him. he was a pathological liar, it was in his nature to save his ass with lies.

you laughed in frustration, making him raise an eyebrow. "you’re gonna pay me back, huh? I’m not even the only person you owe money to. is this about what we did last time?”

“If i can recall, you were enjoying yourself just fine.” he cut in.

"rafe. you have nothing to offer me. to tell you the truth, if I really needed money, there are ways I can get it. So whatever is going on here, it’s not fair because you’re getting something out of it and I’m not.”

"I told you, I’m gonna pay you back, just please, give it to me. I’ll pay you back tomorrow.”

"We’re going to try this another way. I’ll see you tomorrow and if you have the money you owe us then you’re good. And I’ll take care of you again.”

you kicked him out of your house. the next day, he showed up in your room as you were coming out of your shower. you planned to procrastinate all day before he stormed off like crazy.

"What are you doing? You think you can show up here like this?”

“I have your fucking money. now, i want my coke. i did what you wanted me to do ! ”

you smiled, while giving a pat on his curtain bangs. “ good job, pretty boy. ”

“where’s the coke? give it to me. ”

“i don’t have any.” you replied.

rafe laughed, a nervous and uncomfortable laugh. he took a few steps towards you, pushing you against the wall.

“rafe?”

“where’s the fucking coke? ”

“dude, are you high?” you asked, suddenly unwell by the rising tension you can't feel through the air. “ i just tol...”

he was mad, more than that, frustrated. the way you played with his feelings, you were making him go around in circles. and his hands began to irritate him, to make him wickedly agitated. which meant that he was gradually losing control because you were showing that it was you who had the power. he was just asking for drugs, only a little. it was such a small ask in his eyes, just a fucking line how you gave him some every time he came. like a child's whim, you couldn't take away from him what you had always given him. from his point of view, it was not okay.

and the thing was, you were doing it just now. he felt a horrible chaos inside him which made him spiral. his hands fell terribly on your throat, fingers wrapping in tight around you like a collar.

"i just asked you a question. and you better hope your answer is what i want to hear, because if it’s not this isn’t gonna be fun for you.” he whispered, his lips softly ghosting over yours.

“you’re scaring me….rafe ”

“ good, maybe now you’ll show me some fucking respect.”

he grabbed you by the throat, forcing you to bend your knees so that you were at his feet. you coughed, and he responded with a smirk.

“i don’t have your fucking coke. "

“but you know what, that’s not fair. i held up my end of the deal, o got your money and you don’t have my coke.”

he slipped each of the bills against your tongue down to the exact amount he owed you, forcing your mouth to stay open.

"not having so much fun now, huh?”

“ what a great surprise, my two favorite people in the same place. " had commented a voice behind the kook.

it was barry. you and rafe both shivered. at the same time.

“what the hell is this ?” rafe replied.

“relax country club, i didn’t come to give you a hard time. ”

“so why are you here ?” Rafe replied.

you spat the money back into your mouth and barry came closer to you.

“what the hell are you doing here?” you replied.

"so you're stealing my clients, you're taking my money and what more, you're lying to me?" barry had wisely articulated.

“wait, what do you mean?”

“shut up, rafe.”

“barry, it’s not what you think.”

"that's exactly what i believe. but you know what I believe even more? is that you need to be taught a fucking lesson.yeah, spoiled, rich girls like you need to learn that they can't play with everyone. come on, country club. ”

“barry.” you started. " listen..."

"I would love to listen to you, princess but I'm going to have a hard time doing once i fill that pretty mouth with my cock."

“what?” you retorted.

" oh you know, i'm in a grear mood. you seem to really enjoy playing with people around you. guess today, it's just my turn to play. i'm also thinking we should invite rafe to this game. would be fair actually. will princess be able to say sorry after being her nasty mouth being fucked to death ? ” replied barry by pulling you by the side of your face, hair caged in his grip, making you gasp.

“ pretty sure, bitch like her can. ”

" you're too high to even know where you put your dick. ” you said.

“ very funny. ”he laughed in a sarcastic way, before pulling his pants down, his cock slapping against his stomach, following his movement by plunging it straight into your mouth, one hand with rings covering your throat, pressed tightly his fingers against the back of your neck. “still funny?” he continued as he pushed himself even deeper, feeling his dick deep down in the inside of your pleasing mouth widening around him. “ can't even answer now. ”

Barry smiled before undressing his pants, guiding your hand to his own cock. you quickly got the hang of it, starting to masturbate him, your free hand circled around his full length stroking back and forth, all the while having rafe’s thick length, lodged hard in your throat.

your fist was wrapped around barry’s cock, fingers tightening and sliding around his girth quickly while rafe was buried completely inside your mouth, fucking you faster on the tongue. you already started to get soaked on the inside of your thighs, the wet forming a damp spot on the fabric of your underwear.

both boys stood in front of you, above your kneeling position while you were at their commands. barry invited himself into your mouth, his cock next to rafe's hitting your dripping, sloppy tongue. their two dicks were working your throat at the same time, same pace as your muscle rolled over the two shafts that stretched you open. you could feel the weight of their lengths filling your stuffed mouth. your face was weeping with spit and saliva.

you grabbed their cocks with your free hands, sucking with your mouth and pumping with your fingers, their grunts hovering in the room.

your mouth was completely blocked by the growing size of their dick. rafe smeared all the drool from your mouth on your face, before spitting on your tongue, followed by barry. you touched them both while continuing to deepthroat the two boys. you let your tongue run on the veiny flesh of their dick, trailing your wet muscle around their veins, followed by balls lapping. your received both of their cocks so well like you were always made for this. you coughed several times, letting a trickle of saliva slip from your jaw. they both pulled out, before slapping their cocks on your drooling cheeks. your face was pressed with tears, running down your skin to the floor.

“don’t be lazy, open your legs. ” ordered rafe.

you had spread your thighs, leaving them with a full view of your glistening pussy. “ but look at you, already so wet, soaking like a mess when neither rafe or me already touched you. ” barry mocked.

rafe pushed your glossy lips apart with two fingers making you suck on them, stuffing you full in the mouth to the throat and barry found a place between your legs, and trailed his tongue against your folds filled with wetness that poured over his face.

he traced your clit, before eating out your hole that was pulsing against his messy mouth, the way his tongue licked your slit, slurping in and out, before circling your beating clit. his lips were wrapped around you, dirty lapping your cunt as rafe taking his thick fingers deeper in your throat to the point you choked on them. he cleaned them with his own mouth, before diving his thumb in your lips. the corner of your mouth were foaming as he roughly brushed his digits inside your cavity, two fingers fucking your tongue and throat, as barry widly sucking your cunt. your taste were flowing and he keeping it before kissing you slowly, let in drip back in your mouth.

“ do not swallow it. i bet country club wants a taste of you…” he commented, through the kiss.

without swallowing, you kissed rafe, moving your lips against his and released your tongue over his own. you were over the moon, both of them kissing you, tongue mixed with streams of saliva, and nasty spits.

you placed your hand through your slit, before pushing your fingers against rafe's mouth, forcing him to open wider while you do the same with your other hand with barry's mouth, feeding the two boys with your juice flowing around their hanged jaw. you rushed your digits further in their throat, as they gasped around them. you were so turned on, the way they were literally drooling like dogs over your hands was making you feel insane.

you slowly pulled out your hands as their faces got closer to each other, while watching them kissing through your dirty fingers. you watched them with a twisted smile, as rafe hand reached the throat of barry, his thumb running over his cheek. your gaze was focused on them, and your ears filled with the wet and horny sound of them licking each other. that was hot, and you hated how hot it was. “ are you gonna fuck or should i do it all the work myself ? ”

“ want to be fucked so bad ? ” cutted rafe.

“ is my legs open enough for you, rafe ? ” you said, teasing him flirty.

“ she's really asking for it. ” answered barry.

“ which one's gonna fuck me first ? ”

they both laughed at you as you said something very funny. you raised an eyebrow.

“ you're gonna take us.”

“ it's not gonna fit. ”

“ it's gonna fit. because that pussy is tired of being tight. ”

when they started fucking you it made the heat rise inside you. your whole body was horribly hot, their two cocks were both pressed and stuck in the same hole. you gripped the sheets with your fist, while they stretched your weeping pussy over and over, shoving every inch of their cocks into your soaking pussy. your head was spinning as you lost yourself completely, your flesh smushed onto the mattress. both wrecked your canal, and hitting every one of your spots. you felt strange spasms, a mixture of pleasure and pain as you trembl d and moaned under their thrusts.

“ don't fucking cry, you're the one who wanted those cocks inside you. was too mean to do what your pussy begged for ? too late. neither rafe nor i are going to stop. ” shouted barry while ramming his hips against you in a brutal stroke, making you whine harder.

“ pl-please…”

“ the only thing you need to “ please please ” is for us to fuck you even harder. ” continued the curtain bangs one with a sick smile around his lips.

rafe shutted you cries with a rough snap of his hips, his firm body slammed into yours, while barry next to him, pounded you in the same raw way. his hair was messy as yours, unbrushed and bouncing against his shoulders, as the air became more hotter. you were crying and panting for breath like a crybaby, tits swaying while your vision was getting blurred.

the kook one grabbed your face, hollowing your cheeks with his fingers, before spitting in your open mouth, watching his globe of saliva dripping from your glossy lips. inspired, barry spat on rafe's mouth, forbid him to swallow with his hand brushed on his partner jaw before letting the spit drooling over your mouth.

the pace sped up, as your pussy squeezed them like a vice, the room filled with the wet smacking sounds of your core getting speared roughly. they were fucking you deeply, your cunt dripping around them as they thrusted into you back and forth, all spots getting touch.

next position, you were bouncing on rafe's dick, big hand tugged on your hips, your ass jiggling against and slamming into his large spreaded thighs, as barry letting you suck on his dick. you were giddy, feeling overheated, messing everywhere on both of them. they were working on each part of your body, the overstimulation draining you.

“ suck it well, pretty thing.” he grabbed your jaw, his glare locked into your teary eyes. “ don't forget that you have still another free hole. and trust me, you don't want two cocks in. ”

your mouth found barry's cock, tongue out and wrapped around his crazy shaft, as you slowly pushed your muscle above his tip. you were now used to it, and sucked it directly to the throat, you spitting on it before licking to feel the size hitting the deep of your neck. you were like a dizzy free-use doll that were fucked to heaven.

you placed the dick of barry between your swayed tits that was unstoppable because of rafe's hard strokes on your sloppy cunt. your cunt that was actually filled by his large cock. before starting to pump the dealer with your boobs, you caged the painful boner in the middle of your breasts, and pressed them to the bulging girth before moving up and down quickly. when you heard his raspy grunts near your ears, his mouth and breath brushed your sensitive skin, you accelerated the pace, leaving him growling speechless.

few minutes later, he came around your neck, painting your flesh with white loads. rafe released his cum in you five minutes after, while kissing you, swallowing every breath of yours.

you fell on your back, completely exhausted. “ you guys…are crazy…”

“ just the beginning. ”

[ervotica]

Breathlplay with poly!rafebarry 🥹🥹

warnings; breathplay, choking, manhandling, brief mention of daddy kink, smut, p in v, 18+ ONLY

a/n; i'm so so inlove w rafebarry x spoilt princess reader (I fear they will become my new thing) n this made my heart (and pussy) happy to write! hope you enjoy lovely nonnie & thank u for the request! I apologise for the crappy writing :(

The hand clasped around your throat is a cruel one, an almost bruising grip around the delicate flesh of your windpipe. Rafe's cock drags against your gummy walls, squelching wetly as his hips rut and your hole drools against the trimmed pubic hair above his pelvis. Barry's fingers never loosen around your previously marked throat, blooming in dark spots where the boys have touched you with tongues and teeth.

You wheeze, limp fingers coming up in a half assed attempt to claw Barry away but he only sneers, stopping you short on your mission as he loops both of your hands in one of his larger ones and grouses meanly.

“'m not stopping, so fuckin' quit it.”

The rhythm in which Rafe's fucking into you is a great juxtaposition to Barry's lazy, languid movements; he's enraptured, utterly entranced as he tightens his fingers experimentally to watch your eyes roll; you fall lax against his chest and Rafe locks your flailing leg against the side of his pelvis, scoffing as you blink up at Barry with wide eyes until he takes pity and drags a messy kiss across the curve of your jaw.

"Daddy's girl," he gripes, pinching at the exposed flesh of your inner thigh as Barry's thumb coasts the hollow of your throat, pressing into the dimple beneath your chin until you're panting, nails pushing into the skin of his forearm in a desperate plea for a break.

"Ah- shit. Do that again," Rafe gasps, almost doubling over where he has himself perched back on his heels to watch your cunt part as he bullies his way into your guts. "She gets so tight when you choke her."

He rolls his eyes when you choke and sputter, curling in on yourself, muscles seizing and vision starting to tunnel. You're thumping at Barry's leg with as much force as you can muster, frustrated tears tickling at your waterline as he lets up but ignores your petulant whines, pushing his nose into the column of your throat to sink his teeth into the balmy flesh.

"Hey! That hurts," you warble wetly, but preen nonetheless when he soothes the bite with the pillowy flesh of his lips.

"Brat," Barry twines when you let your head roll onto his lap where you're situated between his thick thighs.

"Can barely keep your eyes open, kid," Rafe drawls, his body folding downward at the hips to smear a wet kiss across the crown of your skull. "Few more minutes 'nd then Barry 'll let you suck his cock, alright, princess?"

"Mmph," comes your garbled response, aching limbs stretching to wrap yourself around Rafe until he's got a lazy hand pressed to the base of your spine and you're lifted upright into his lap, arms thrown haphazardly over his broad shoulders. His cock nudges its way deeper in this new position, mushroom head nestled snugly against your cervix in a way that has you clinging white-knuckled to the taller boy's frame.

You let your head drop and tuck beneath Rafe's chin before you feel a tug and a sharp pull, the harsh motion dragging a soft whine from the base of your throat as Barry digs his chin into the juncture of your neck. Rafe mouths at the exposed skin, planting his feet to piston his hips up into you.

"Tell me how good it feels," he croons. "Tell me how fucked stupid the kook princess is."

He fucks up harder in to the sticky warmth of your pussy when Barry curls his fingers round your column once again and you droop and go soft like putty; Barry is forced to hold the weight of your torso, teeth bared in a grin when Rafe flips your pliable body, settling you neatly with your face in the dark haired boy's lap as he spreads your tired limbs to spear you deeper onto his dick.

"'s good," you slur, all words fucked out of your brain.

"I know, princess," Barry coos. "You just lay still and let country club do the work, yeah?"

[annekelovesreading]

Imagine relentlessly flirting with Rafe completely unaware of his situation with Barry, Rafe is total playing into it too.

You end up in Rafe's bed when Barry enters and he has a little chat with Rafe. You feel a little uncomfortable because your naked with only a duvet as a cover

Barry approaches the bed you're in and leans closer to you,hovering above you

"See, sweetheart you're a pretty girl shit you're the prettiest girl I've seen on this island but Rafe probably forgot to mention our little agreement."

"What agreement?"

"Why don't you tell her country club."

"Uh, darling Barry and I here are old... friends we go way back and what's mine is his,whats his is mine." Rafe explains

"But you don't have a problem with that do ya?"

You shake your head signalling that you don't, giving them a greenlight

"C'mon sweets use your words, you didn't have any issue using them earlier when you were flirting with Rafe."

[jtoddlover]

crazy that rafe keeps talking to barry even though he betrayed on him and called the police on him. but he didn't forgive sofia. lol rarry 4life

[lostsyren]

I just wanted to talk about something I’ve noticed– the many different interpretations of Rafe. I think it’s so interesting how this fandom has many iterations of him, especially in tumblr fics. I prefer reading when he’s in character, but what is the correct version?

When he’s shipped with a reader he’s very dominant, aggressive and possessive. And I’ve read some rarry fics where he is very repressed, sometimes pathetic (not saying that’s a bad thing!!).

I personally think how he acted with Sofia was surprising, especially after s2 where he was borderline sociopathic. I think as guy he hasn’t been with much girls, but would respect them ygm?? Like how he let Sofia wear his shirt and sleep over and just in general talk w her, and not kick her out after sleeping w her…so I wonder where did this interpretation that he’s this dominant and aggressive guy come from?

I think he would be somewhat pathetic, especially when he actually falls for a person, but when he’s away from the pogues, his dad or any high stress situation , he’d be actually quite sweet (as seen in s3).

This also prompts me to wonder why there’s not more people who ship rafe and Sofia? I agree they didn’t have much screen time, but their potential is undeniable, and I think it would be so interesting to see Rafe act with a love interest; it would nice to see that side of him, and how he manages to handle the two sides of himself (the truth and this character of the “man of the house” he’s crafted in s3) with Sofia.

Please let me know your thoughts!! And what do you think will happen in s4 and what you think should happen in s4!!

[sitp-recs]

HP Rec Fest, Day 23

I can’t say soulmate AUs are among the things I read the most but every now and then I feel a soft yearning for that trope and I’m always open to new angsty interesting takes on it. I know this is a great comfort trope for many readers so I really wanted to do is justice at @hprecfest. I’m reccing two of my favourite authors, and I just realized that’s two Snarry recs in a row (you’d think I read this ship every other day which is def not the case as I’m very picky - I can picture Writ laughing at this 😂). Incidentally, both fics are 9k which means everyone will have two nice short treats to check before the Christmas Eve chaos. Oh, I’ve also recced a Rarry soulmate fic here, highly recommend it as well. Enjoy!

Day 23) a soulmate fic:

Drarry

swallow your words by @candybarrnerd (E, 9k)

The truth is, not many things are known about the magic that is behind soulmarks. They'll turn up when they want and not before. The truth is, you don't get a choice in your soulmark. The truth is, not everyone is okay with that.

what I really adore about this fic is that… they’re already there, right from the start. they fall for each other before Harry’s mark shows up (and of course it’s their first words to each other 🥺) and the lowkey angst comes from their sudden appearance and Draco’s not-so-receptive initial reaction to them. I say lowkey angst because the fic opens with such a gorgeous, intimate and tender lovemaking scene it’s impossible to believe they’re not already head over heels for each other - but learning that there’s someone “destined” for you out there brings implications and complications that Draco’s not yet ready to face. I love this take on the trope because that immediate panic and resistance to the whole soulmate concept is so relatable and raises a great question about predetermined x freely chosen love which I think it’s a fascinating and very mature discussion involving this trope.

Rare pair

A Universe of Searching Souls by @writcraft (Harry/Snape, E, 9k)

When the small, innocuous mark on Harry’s hip begins to cause him discomfort, he decides to go and visit the person who has a similar mark of their own. He’s fairly certain there must be some mistake, because the universe wouldn’t be daft enough to give Harry and Severus matching soul bond marks. Would it?

god help me, I’m so weak for Writ’s Snarry. this 9k fic actually feels longer thanks to the brilliant format and Harry’s compelling pov. I love the narrative style that highlights the passage of time through short (then not so short) vignettes covering Harry’s teenage and early adult years. he’s so lovely, earnest and tentative, a sharp contrast to this Snape who’s as insufferable and difficult - and therefore, perfect - as ever. I just reread this last night and am still howling at “I refuse to dismantle my wards for your stupid convenience Potter, you might as well stay the night” 😂 if you’ve read Writ’s other works you know their chemistry is deliciously addictive, charming and funny and full of blatant UST; the way Snape gets so easily undone by Harry’s eager honesty always gets me. for such a short story this is a masterclass in anticipation, and when they finally get there it’s hot af but also calm, intimate, familiar. definitely a must read!

[lumosatnight]

my year in fic - 2022

I was tagged by @the-francakes (x), @schmem14 (x), @broomsticks (x), and @danpuff-ao3 (x) for a fic roundup/2022 review/stats something or other, so I'm combining them all here.

2022 was definitely a year of fests. Fests fests fests fests!!! I joined and modded so many fests that I'm taking a month long break in January. But I also had SO MUCH FUN. Fests are addictive and there's a reason for that.

Alright, here we go. Let's start with some stats.

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Word Count: 151,378 (alas I did not make my goal of 200k but I'll take what I can get. That's still the length of a full length novel!)

Hits: 56,307

Number of Fics started and finished: 21 works (+ just as many double drabbles/microfics/minifics)

Number of WIPs started: um.... pass

Ships I wrote this year (not including background ships): um.... also pass. There's literally too many to list. I write so many ships it's hard to find a trend. But I guess I gotta answer.

Drarry (10), Wolfstar (4), Rarry (3), Parvender (3), Flintwood (3), Deamus (2), Linny (2), and Fred/George (2) eep

Favorite ship(s): Yo this is such a hard question. Idk EVERYTHING. Drarry, rare pairs, and femslash. That's my answer.

Least favorite ship(s): Fenrir ships. I just can't get into them, but also, I dare you to convince me.

AO3 Fic Writers/Artists/Creators/Readers who have inspired me and my writing this year: ohmygod sososososo many. I'd be so annoying if I tagged them all. Maybe I'll just pick a few

@broomsticks and @consistentsquash for their rec lists! AMAZING STELLAR PHENOMENAL. Jackie also leaves the absolute sweetest comments and Squash is the best hype person you will ever find. I strive to be more like Jackie and Squash.

@thistlecatfics, @bluesundaycake, @danpuff-ao3 for their wonderful characterization. The depth and grittiness to their fics floors me every time.

@the-francakes for her humorous writing and @vdoshu for their creativity. Seriously, you never know what Doshu is going to do next. Every one of Francake's fics makes me laugh.

@crazybutgood, @sugareey-makes-stuff, @anaxandria-writes, @digthewriter for their art. Every time I see their art, I just want to write and write and write because it's so inspiring. I also want to leave them a million and some kudos. Why won't AO3 let me live my best life 😭?

@schmem14, @articcat621, @paulamcg for their lovely comments and dedication to keep reading what I put out. I'm STILL surprised that people like my writing enough to keep coming back 😅

Everyone in the HP Saffics and Rare Pairs server who constantly bring up new ships and headcanons and I NEED TO WRITE THOSE RIGHT NOW. I love you all 💖

Now with stats out of the way, let's do a countdown of fics.

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5️⃣ Top 5 works I'm most proud of from 2022 (not necessarily my most popular)

Your Cigarette Smell [Sirius/Narcissa, E, 9.7k] — My fic for @hprarepairfest 2021! Which might be cheating a bit, but technically the fest ended in Jan of this year, and I love this fic so much that I really wanted to count it. But what could be better than Blackcest hate sex for the ages?

What is this, fucking Jeopardy? [Drarry, E, 20.5k] — Written for @hd-cluefest this year and an absolute blast! Cursed Draco and Curse-breaker Harry were a dream to write. This was my most popular fic from 2022!

Rosmerta's Special Brew [Andromeda/Rosmerta (but mostly gen), T, 6.0k] — My fic for @hpqueerfest that is a testament to queer joy and queer love. I love this fic with all my heart 💖

Call me baby (I'll be on the way) [Neville/Blaise, E, 6.3k] — Written for @hp-soulmates which I also modded 🙈. So much MISCOMMUNICATION and oblivious boys in love. Also filled with rare pairs galore!

Death and Undeath [Fred/George, E, 3.1k] — Written for @hpcestfest where I got to dip my toes into the Dead Dove scene. This is a fav of mine because I got to combine magic and science and wove it into George's desperation as he tries to bring Fred back to life.

4️⃣ Top 4 current WIPs that I'm most excited to release in 2023

Oh baby, here we go again. I'm SUPER excited for my fic for @dronarryfest 2023. I can't go into details because it's anon, but I am SO EXCITED.

I've started a longer Cissamione fic that I hope I get the chance to work on next year. Will it ever be published? We'll see.

Time travel Tomarry! I've read a lot of Tomarry but never really written it, so I'm trying it out for the first time.

Might finally continue my Drarry Squid Games-inspired fic. Maybe. Possibly.

3️⃣ Top 3 biggest improvements in my writing over the past year

Brevity: I think I'm finally getting the hang of cutting down scenes so I'm not info-dumping too much on the reader.

Confidence: I've definitely become more confident in my writing. I still wouldn't say I'm the best, but confident enough that I enjoy reading what I write.

Angst: I think I can write a fairly good angsty ficlet now. Fluff and smut, I might need to work on a bit more.

2️⃣ Top 2 resolutions (ways I wish to improve my writing/blog) for the new year

FINISH A LONGER WORK. I would love to actually finish something over 50k words and publish it chapter by chapter.

Cut back on fests (lol, yeah right) and make more room for myself. Be more mindful of my fandom limits and when to step back and take a break.

1️⃣ Number 1 favorite line I've written this year!

What if that was not the end?  Flip back to the beginning. Reink the quill. Rewrite the page.  Would that be enough to forget? Would that be enough to remember?

From White, the colour of flowers, my Drarry Hanahaki fic [M, 3.2k]. Lots of angst, multiple endings, and (un)requited love. I used this quote as a transition between sections, and it's still one of my favorites.

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Happy New Year! 💜💙💚💛🧡❤️

[twinklelilstarkey]

PLEASE MAKE MORE RAFE X READER X BARRY FICS ‘bike’ WAS SO GOOD IM BEGGING THERE ISNT ENOUGH RARRY X READER FICS ON HERE

I will definitely consider it! When it comes to Rafe, my focus right now will be only on the Tutor Series. We'll see what I feel inspired to write after I'm done with the story...

[ervotica]

having SO MUCH FUN w rafebarry x reader they’re sooo gunna be my fav thing to write now

[gravelyordinary]

☆ info

he/him 19 fic blog bi my ao3

☆ fandoms harry potter, i don't know much about the marauders except for what's in canon so i will only write about them if requested to

☆ ships lunarry and romione mainly, but i also ship rarry and nevinny

☆ characters favs are the golden trio (especially ron), the silver trio (especially luna), fred and george weasley, neville longbottom, lily evans, james potter, remus lupin

☆ wrting will mostly write rated gen and teen, might write smut. i will be posting both on here and my ao3 account, however things like headcanons and 'x reader' fics will not be on my ao3.

[jtoddlover]

is it casual now?

[fivelakesinwriting]

could i please request a drabble with the "i hate everyone but them" with rafe or barry (or both) or topper, or really any obx character that you think would fit the bill? i am obsessed with your writing, that trope, and outerbanks and think it would be perfect

Thank you so much, baby xoxo

Author's Notes: If you give me option for Rarry, I will pick them every time. This somehow turned into a "Tease Rafe" fest...so...sorry if it got out of hand...I think it came back around. Let me know what you think if you have a moment. If you requested this - I hope you love it xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Smutty- ish * (daddy kink, biting/ marking, so much teasing, poly-relationship, dom! barry, tiny bit of jealousy? unprotected sex - please use protection, your choice which!)

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

If he could have, Barry would have left the Outer Banks years ago. If he had the foresight to what would have been coming his way when he arrived here, he probably would have never hitched a ride and let his roots grow.

He hated it here. At best he tolerated it. The people were stuffy and there was always something going on. Some sort of drama that he wanted no part of. The sense that the other shoe would drop was lurking around every corner, and he hated it. He never knew what to expect.

He was thankful for two people in his life that made the OBX seem less hellish, especially in the suffocating Summer. He couldn't believe he had been so lucky to have two people love him the way they did.

Barry was outside, just tidying up the yard for the first time in a few weeks. The Summer had been so hot. A stifling, almost unbearable heat that no one wanted to do anything outside. It was the first day in a long time that he made his way outside to kick around some of the branches and leaves that had fallen from the tree that shaded over the little hut they called home.

The windows of the small home were open, allowing the soft end of Summer breeze make it's way through the house and refresh the air within. As Barry made his way around the back of the house, near the bedroom they all shared, he halted as he heard a familiar giggle of Her.

"Rafe, don't!" Her laughed echoed over the property and into Barry's chest. He walked closer to the window at the back of the house and took a peak inside. He breathed out a smile as he saw his lovers rolling around on the bed together, as naked as he left them, tangled in sheets.

"I can't bite?" Rafe muttered as his hands disappeared beneath the sheets to pull her thighs up around his hips, his face buried in the crease of her neck.

"You leave big marks, baby." She breathed out as her nails pulled down his back to leave marks of her own.

Barry would never deny that he was usually the jealous type. If he was with someone then that person was hard-pressed to get time by themselves. He had a tendency to be a bit controlling, he knew that. So when the opportunity presented itself for him to be in a "throuple" he was beyond hesitant. He wasn't sure he had the capacity to share that love with two other people. He was afraid he would get jealous when it was just the two of them, and not him. But the deeper he got, the more he realized he loved being wrapped in the arms of two people. Or watching them together.

There was nothing he loved more than watching the two people he loved please each other, scream for each other while they begged for him to join them.

"You let Him bite. Why can't I?" Rafe growled as he pulled his face up from her neck and licked his lips, his weight held on his forearms.

Rafe Cameron, on the other hand, was a jealous son of a bitch who would never admit it. He would never admit that even if it turned him on, he was jealous when it was just Barry and Her rolling around in bed together. It made Rafe jealous that Barry could sink his teeth into her skin, and he couldn't. He was too rough, lost control in the heat of the moment too often.

"You know why, Country Club." Barry stated firmly as he tapped his knuckles firmly on the window frame to get their attention.

"Daddy, come in here with us." Her smile was wide as she turned over in Rafe's arms then crawled towards the open window behind the bed. She trailed her fingertips down the screen of the window as she sat pretty and naked in front of him, her neck covered in his own soft bite marks and a few of Rafe's harsher ones.

"Be there in a second. Don't let him bite you like that. Put him in that choke hold I taught you." Barry grinned sending her a wink, placing his palm flat on the dirty window screen before he walked away. As he brushed his hands on the legs of his coveralls his smile grew as he heard Rafe's yell through the open window.

Don't, baby! Ah - fuck! Why did he teach you this!

Barry made his way into the house once more, his lover's play fighting in the bedroom getting a little louder and a little closer. He washed his hands in the kitchen sink then took his time walking down the hall. He leaned against the door frame of their bedroom and breathed out a laugh when he found them tangled in bed again.

"Woman, what are you doing to him? That's not the move I taught you." Barry laughed, his hands in his pockets as his eyes scanned them on the bed.

She was perched on top of Rafe who laid on his back with his hands behind his back. She straddled the small of his back, sitting on his hands with one of her hands rooted in his hair as the other reached forward, walking across his chest.

"Came up with a new one." She smirked over at him as she gave Rafe's hair a pull, making him groan. Barry breathed out a laugh as he walked over to the bed, his hands resting on the edge of the mattress as he leaned over to be near her lips.

"You know, I think he likes it more than you think he does." Barry mumbled as reached a hand up to push some of her messy hair off her face.

"Dude, get her off me. She's stronger than she looks." Rafe groaned as he struggled under their girl, his neck strained to see what was going on above him.

"C'mon, Country Club. Seen you take down dudes bigger than her. You can do it." Barry taunted as he pushed himself off the bed, and rounded the mattress as he unzipped his coveralls.

"I don't wanna hurt her." Rafe breathed out, his response shaky and he clenched his fists underneath her as he turned his face, pressing his cheek against the sheets.

"You won't hurt me, baby." She cooed as she pulled her nails down his back to make him shudder.

"And if you do hurt her, I'll kill you." Barry grunted as he pulled his tank top over his head, and dropped it to the floor. He stepped out of his coveralls then crawled into bed with his lovers, kneeling beside their girl and Rafe while he squirmed.

Barry inhaled sharply as he saw the raised skin on her backside, the distinct mark of Rafe's teeth marked into her sweet skin. He shook his head as he leaned forward and grabbed the finely sculpted jawline of the boy face down on the bed as he whined.

"Left some nasty marks on our girl there, Baby Boy." Barry stated firmly, his eyebrows knit together as he scanned Rafe's face before he zeroed in on the exaggerated pout he wore.

God, he couldn't handle a bit of teasing. Even from Her, and she was the nice one in their relationship.

"M'sorry." Rafe muttered as he tried to pull his face out of Barry's grip, his feet kicked up behind him to try and knock the girl off of him as gently as he could.

"Be gentle. Got it?" Barry ordered as he removed his grip on Rafe's handsome face, but pointed his index finger menacingly at him.

"Understood." Rafe nodded his breath so heavy with anticipation, frustration, he thought he might pass out.

"C'mere, woman. Let the man catch his breath." Barry smirked as he sat up on his knees and held his hand out of for the woman still perched so pretty on top of Rafe's back. When she took his hands, her body turned towards him, Barry tugged her off of Rafe and into his arms.

"You smell like sweat and dirt." She whispered, her arms and legs wrapped around him tightly as he placed her in his lap.

"Thought that's what you liked about me. That, and I keep this one in line for us." Barry nodded over her shoulder towards Rafe who was slowly sitting upright, pushing his hands through his hair with a huff.

"I help, too." She replied with a quick look over her shoulder at Rafe before she turned back to Barry and tugged at his hair, pulled back and falling out by the second.

"Got a different technique than me, but yeah." Barry chuckled as he ran his calloused fingertips down her soft spine and watched intensely as her eyes closed, and her hips rocked in his lap.

"But yours is the best." She shivered as she pressed her own fingertips to his jawline, her forehead dropped to his as she bounced in his lap a little.

"Think so?" Barry muttered as he held on to her hips as she rolled them in little circles. He could feel Rafe's eyes on them, the jealousy rising in the younger man and mingling with the frustration.

"Yes, Daddy." She whispered as she wrapped her hand around the necklace that hung low on his chest.

"Baby Boy is a little jealous. You look so pretty bouncin' in my lap, but all he got was his hands behind his back." Barry teased as he pressed one of his hands flat against her back as the other lazily beckoned a sour looking Rafe over to them.

"Not jealous." Rafe grumbled as he propped himself up on the pillows next to Barry, propped against the wall under the window. He let their girl reach her hand out to him, her hand over his heart as she shifted in Barry's lap.

"You are, baby. Don't be. I love you both." She whispered, eyes wide as Barry reached between them to guide her down onto his manhood that had been pressing at her entrance.

She gasped as Barry settled inside of her completely, releasing a throaty groan of his own. She wrapped one arm around Barry's neck to bring his head down to her shoulder as the other hand slowly walked up Rafe's chest to his handsome face, and thumbed at bottom lip.

"Kiss me. Don't pout, or I'll sit on your hands again." She breathed out with a smile as she ran the pad of her thumb over Rafe's bottom lip while she followed the rhythm Barry created for her.

"Had your fun. Gonna put your hands behind your back next." Rafe growled as he bit at the tip of her thumb, then surged forward to kiss her lips. She gasped into his mouth as Barry hit that sweet spot inside of her and Rafe couldn't help but moan, too.

"So pretty. Does it feel good, sweetheart?" Rafe breathed as he reached for her hair and gave a soft tug. He watched as her eyes rolled back, Barry's groan bouncing off the bare walls of the house as she circled her hips a little wider, a little faster.

Days when it was just the three of them together, nothing but their love surrounding them, were seldom these days. It seemed there was always a problem around a corner for them to face, but Rafe knew they could face it together.

"Love you." She whispered as she tugged at the gold chain around his neck to bring him in for a kiss.

"Love you, too. Both of you." Rafe grunted as he pressed his lips to hers over Barry's shoulder.

Barry groaned with his release, pulling her off of his lap to rest her on her back as he leaned into Rafe. As he released a heavy breath he took a few seconds to recover, and take in his surroundings.

He fucking hated the Outer Banks. Big houses with fake people inside them at the centre of the island, while people on the outskirts starved trying to make ends-meet. But the people in his bed? He hated everyone but them. He loved them. He would die for them.

"Alright, woman. Get up. Teach you how to put Baby Boy in that choke hold again." Barry smirked, his bottom lip tucked under his silver tooth as he extended his hand to the girl to pull her up once more.

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[luversgirl]

RARRY x READER PLEASE BAE

VERY FLUFFY CONTENT

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS, rarry

summary: rarry relationship headcanons cause i love this request

notes: 400 FOLLOWERS ??? wtf i am beyond thankful for all of you guys thank u <3

warnings: none :)

nick names they’ve given to you ( because I know for a fact they would give you so so MANY ) babydoll, pretty girl, angel, sweet thing

rafe’s favourites: babydoll, baby & pretty girl

barry’s favourites: sweet thing, women & angel

the three of you stayed at barry’s seeing as ward wasn’t fond of his son dated you and barry plus he just wasn’t fond of his son in the first place seeing as he always thought of sarah and never rafe or wheezie

speaking of wheezie, she comes over a lot to see you guys, you and her clicked the first second you met.

you guys get ice cream together, went shopping and baked then made rafe and barry try whatever it was you guys made ( they always said it was really good even if it tasted like shit have the time )

it made rafe happier then he cared to say when he watches the two of you bond since the cameron family dynamic was screwed up beyond repair

speaking of family both of the boys’ families were messed up and left them broken so they were left VERY touch starved

with barry he loved it when you untied his hair hand ran your fingers through it and just massaged his scalp, i made him melt into you instantly

as for rafe he loved cuddling, it made him feel safe and protected so when he laid down in between you’re legs and placed his head on you’re stomach he did the same a barry and melted into you

when you guys sleep you always sleep swished in between them your head on rafes chest and barry’s arms wrapped around your waist or with both their faces in the crooks of yours neck and all of your legs tangled together at the bottom of the bed

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[lostaurorax]

OH MY GOD. i am sobbing this was so fucking sad but so good!!!

Salvation in the form of your grace…

Poly!Rafe Cameron x (Fem)Reader x Barry

As Rafe allows himself to continue to be brainwashed by his father, his slowly leaves behind the two people who truly love him more than anyone.

Warnings: mentions of abuse, emotional manipulation, drug and alcohol use, cursing, violence, homophobia, (light)dom/sub dynamic, smut

A/N: I will die on my Rarry hill so let me have this, also please be nice because some of the things written in are from personal experience so don’t freak out thinking I added it for shock value. Fanfiction is how I cope.

Bold Italics=flashbacks

Italics=lyrics

Word Count: 3906

I'm not ready to be just another of your mistakes

The trio was indeed an odd group. No one was quite sure what to make of it, but they didn’t question. Simply out of fear of the two men constantly by her sides.

It all started with a drunken blur of a night. Rafe was high and upset and he found himself at Barry’s trailer.

Rafe pounded his fist against the door until it swung open.

“It’s late- the fuck do you want?” Barry asked.

Y/N was there, leaning out from behind Barry shyly.

“Rafe, are you okay?” She whispered softly, stepping past Barry to gently take Rafe’s hands.

His eyes were filled with tears, he was shaking.

“I-I need you-

Before Barry could make a reprimand Rafe for the unsolicited comment, he was interrupted.

“I-I need you both…you’s are all I’ve got anymore.” Rafe said, holding back sobs. Barry’s jaw unclenched and Y/N pulled him into her arms.

“We’re here- you have us, Rafe.” She whispered. He cried into her neck, clutching her sides.

Barry ushered them inside and settled Rafe onto the count. His hands raked through his hair as he cried.

“Hey, hey, Rafe. Look at me, you’re good. You’re good.” Barry whispered, gently touching Rafe’s chin.

“H-He doesn’t see what I do for him- he keeps fucking using me!” Rafe yelled. Y/N jumped and shakily held his cheek.

“Baby, look at me. You can’t keep doing things for him- you can’t let him treat you like this.” Y/N whispered, her thumb stroking his cheek.

“B-But he’s my dad.” He croaked. Her heart broke into a million little pieces for him. She understood more than anyone what it felt like to be discarded by a parent.

“Listen, he ain’t gonna bother you here. Alright?” Barry whispered. Rafe nodded and looked between the two.

“Thank you.” He whispered, gently taking each of their hands. Barry swallowed nervously and nodded.

“Yeah…of course, country club. You’ve always got a home here.” Barry said.

The three loved one another so much. Having been neglected all their lives. They fed off the love they never got to give. Y/N the most out of all of them. Constantly needing to be touched by one of them. Whether it was holding one of their hands or behind cradled in one of their laps.

She needed to feel as close as possible.

Barry and Y/N helped Rafe more than they knew. Helping him with his drug habit, helping him with his mental health. Trying to make sure he was in a good place and had somewhere he could express his emotions without judgement.

Rafe never understood what having a home was like until them. Rafe and Y/N had become his home.

I can't seem to drown you out long enough

Both boys hadn’t come to terms with their sexualities before their relationship. So when it started, it was difficult. Rafe wasn’t used to affection and Barry was jaded. He wasn’t good at talking about how he felt and it resulted in a lot of bickering.

The boys were fighting. Y/N could hear them from outside the trailer. She hated the fighting but it came to a point where she needed to intervene.

Storming inside and slamming the bedroom door open.

“Enough! Both of you!” She yelled, tears already burning in her eyes.

I fell victim to the sound of your love

“We’re sorry, baby.” Barry murmured. Y/N sighed and crossed her arms tightly.

“The fighting has to stop…it’s driving me crazy you guys. We love each other. A-And I know that’s hard for you two…but you know it’s true.” She whispered, her hands cupping their cheeks gently.

“We know…

“Oh fuck off, Barry.” Rafe murmured, pulling away. Y/N clenched her jaw and grabbed his sleeve.

“Look at me, Rafe. I-I know this is harder for you than anyone. With your dad…but it’s okay.” Y/N cooed, ushering Barry over.

Barry tenderly cupped Rafe’s face, causing the boy to flush.

“We love you, big boy. So I guess you’re stuck with us.” Barry said lowly, his thumb gently stroking the boy's cheek as it heated up under his palm.

“I-I love you too. Love the both of you so fucking much.” Rafe whispered. Barry smirked and pulled Rafe down into a soft kiss. Causing them both to let out a soft noise of satisfaction.

Y/N smiled brightly. Her heart swelling with adoration.

As they parted, Barry kissed Y/N gently, fingers gripping her chin.

“Aren’t you just the sweetest little problem solver, huh?” He teased. Her cheeks flushed and she pushed him back playfully.

“I-I hate when you two fight.” She whispered shyly. Rafe grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into his chest.

“We know, honey. We’re sorry. Won’t ever happen again.” Rafe cooed. She nodded, burying herself into his arms.

You're like a song that I ain't ready to stop…

I got nothing but you on my mind

Rafe’s father was becoming a problem. His cruel words slowly getting to Rafe once more. Even after spending so long letting himself be loved and cherished by not one but two people.

He couldn’t get the vile words out of his head.

“So you’re a queer freak now, is that it?”

“You think those scum actually care about you?”

“The drugs have fucked your brain up worse than we thought if you think they care about anything other than money!”

“They fucking care!” Rafe screamed, chest heaving with every strained breath that left him.

“You are nothing to them!” Ward yelled. Rafe pulled at the roots of his hair roughly. Tears filling his eyes.

“They treat me like I’m someone! They fucking care!” Rafe growled, grabbing his bag and leaving. Getting on his bike and letting it take him as fast as it could to the trailer.

The revving of the engine alerting the two inside that Rafe was home.

The trailer door slammed open and Y/N jumped.

“I need a fuckin’ drink.” He grumbled. Y/N looked to Barry who sat across from her. The worry on her face evident.

“I’ll go.” Barry said softly. Y/N nodded and watched him follow Rafe into the kitchen.

“Something happened, bug?” Barry asked, soft twang to his accent. Rafe inhaled sharply and gripped the counter tightly.

“My fucking father…what else is new.” Rafe grumbled. Barry nodded slowly, eyeing the distraught boy carefully.

“What’d he say this time?” Barry asked softly, hand coming up to gently hold the back of Rafe’s neck. Rafe turned and swallowed back tears.

“Y-You guys…you care. I know you fucking do.” Rafe whispered. Barry’s heart dropped and he nodded.

“We care, bug. Don’t doubt that, pretty boy.” Barry said, pulling him down into a tight hug.

When Y/N didn’t hear any yelling, her worry grew. She followed after him and found them tightly hugging. Rafe crying softly into Barry’s shoulder.

“Get in here, sweet cheeks.” Barry said, seeing her pout at the sight of them hugging without her. She buried herself into their arms and pressed sweet little kisses against Rafe’s tear stained cheeks.

“We love you so much, Rafey. Always be here for you.” She whispered. He laughed softly through his tears and squeezed her waist.

“I love you’s too, so fucking much.” Rafe murmured. Y/N squealed as he nearly took her off her feet. Her fingers gently brushing through his hair.

I'm not ready to be just another of your mistakes

Barry and Y/N didn’t mind reassuring Rafe they loved him. They wanted him to know he was cared for. But he wasn’t the only one that let his insecurities haunt him.

Before Barry, and before Rafe, Y/N lived with a neglectful father. Mostly absent, and when he wasn’t, he was treating her like shit. Beating on her, locking her out of the house in the middle of storms.

Funny enough, the two had met through her father. Barry was her fathers dealer and one day, her father had wracked up a hefty debt. And when Barry went to his house to collect, he found poor, bruised and beaten Y/N instead.

Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place

Y/N was sleeping between the two boys. It’d been a long night, Y/N’s father showing up at Barry’s trailer.

It took a while to get him to leave, but when Barry called Rafe, the two of them were enough to scare him off.

She was stirring, unable to get comfortable. Her eyes opened and she whimpered softly.

Sitting up quickly and slipping from bed. Her head was spinning with a million thoughts at once.

She was sitting on the foot end of the bed. Picking at her fingers. Maybe she didn’t deserve them.

Maybe she was bound to end up a worthless old drunk like her father. Or maybe she’d die young of an overdose like so many she knew before. Life was cruel, but her mind was crueler.

Her soft whimpers, slowly turning into cries. Which quickly turned into muffled sobs as she tried desperately to not wake the boys behind her.

I was only just a breath removed from going to waste

Barry was the first to wake up. Looking down at her, knees pulled up to her chest. He nudged Rafe awake and they sat up and their hearts broke.

“Hey, sweet thing. What’s on your mind?” Barry whispered. Her head turned to look at them and her cheeks flushed. Feeling silly for crying.

“M’sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you up.” She said softly. Rafe pulled her into his lap and she whimpered, brushing her tears away.

“W-What if I end up l-like him?” She cried. Rafe cradled her against this chest, kissing her head repeatedly as Barry kissed her knuckles.

“That ain’t gonna happen, pretty girl. You know why?” Barry whispered. She shook her head and sniffled, lifting her head from Rafe’s neck to look up at the two boys.

“Because you’re good…you’re smart, and funny as hell. And creative, you’re gonna do something great. We both fucking know it.” Rafe whispered. Y/N sniffled and peered up at the boy holding her.

“Don’t you forget that.” Barry said. Y/N nodded and leaned forward, kissing Barry slowly.

She needed to be surrounded by them. She pulled away from Barry and kissed Rafe slowly, whimpering as his fingers tangled into her hair. Soft little pants leaving her.

“I-I need- I-I

“What’d you need, sweet thing? Hm?” Barry murmured, lips gently brushing along her neck.

“N-Need to feel you- please?” She begged softly. Rafe met Barry’s eyes and evil smirks spread across their faces.

“Yeah- we’ll take care of you, honey. Who do you want first?” Rafe murmured, his hands slowly working her sleep shirt off.

She couldn’t force her words out. It was all making her head fuzzy. She didn’t care who she had first. She just needed to feel close to them.

He carefully maneuvers her so she’s laid back against his chest, Barry kneeling between their legs as Rafe forcefully spreads hers.

Her chest rose and fell quickly as Barry gently kissed down her body. Little whimpers leaving her parted lips.

Rafe’s hands traveled over every inch of exposed skin. Along her shoulders and down her arms. Trailing over her tummy and smirking as she squirmed at the ticklish sensation, before settling his warm hands on her breasts. Fingers playing with her sensitive nipples, pulling and pinching the peaked buds.

“Gonna make you feel real good, sweet thing.” Barry cooed, grabbing her hips.

“Lemme ask you again, who do you want first? Gotta use your words, sweetheart.” Rafe said lowly, suckling bruises along her neck. Leaving her shoulders bare for Barry to mark up.

“Y-You, Rafey. W-Want you first.” She whimpered. Barry chuckled lowly, helping Rafe move her. They handled her like she was a China doll. Like she was nothing but could break at any moment.

“That’sa good girl.” Barry said softly. Rafe was sat on the edge of the bed with Y/N in his lap. Her back against his chest.

Barry stood in front of them, his hand gently holding her face.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Rafe murmured. She nodded, humming her response.

Pushing her panties to the side, Rafe lowered her down onto his cock. His falling back at the feeling of her soft walls hugging him so nicely.

Y/N’s hands flew out to grab onto Barry’s shoulders for support. Soft moans falling past her lips as tears filled her eyes.

Rafe’s rough hand pressed against her tummy as she adjusted to his size.

“F-Feel so good.” She sobbed, using her grip on Barry’s shoulders to gyrate her hips against Rafe.

“Fuck- you’re perfect.” Rafe groaned against her neck.

“Look how pretty you two look fuckin’- know how to drive me crazy, don’tcha?” Barry growled. Y/N whimpered and parted her lips as Barry slid his fingers into her mouth.

“Oh shes fucking needy, isn’t she, pretty boy?” Barry teased. Making her cheeks flush.

She was. She was desperate for any touch they were willing to give her. She needed to be reminded she was theres. That night, she was thoroughly reminded who she belonged to.

Till I found salvation in the form of your grace…

Barry hadn’t loved anyone like he loved Rafe and Y/N. Not ever in his life. Part of him was scared he’d lose them one day. That they realized they both could do so much better.

Y/N would kiss all over his face and tell him she’d never leave him.

Rafe would wrap his arms around him from behind and tell him he’s stuck with them both.

It was all the reassurance Barry needed.

Before Y/N, both men were deeply haunted by their lives. Using drugs as an escape. With help and encouragement from one another, they got clean. Minus cigarettes and the occasional joint.

They truly were good for one another.

On the verge of almost bleeding you out…

The couple had spent so long making sure Rafe had finally learned to ignore his father. Only wanting him to realize he was so much more than the little credit his father gave him.

To his father, he was a nuisance. A disappointment.

But to them, he was kind and caring. A natural protector and caregiver. Y/N had grown to love the nights they spent painting rocks together and then hiding them all over the lawn for Barry to find.

Barry loved the movies night they’d have together, Y/N cuddled up between as Rafe’s fingers carded through his messy hair.

But as time passed, it was clear that Rafe never moved on from his father. In fact, he was influencing him worse than ever.

Rafe hadn’t come around for a couple days. Y/N missed him and Barry wouldn’t admit it, but he missed him too.

It was a week before he was seen by either one. Of course they talked, but his absence was noted.

“Rafey! Where have you been?” Y/N said sweetly, jumping up and hugging him tightly. Barry was less quick to forgive and forget his unannounced disappearance.

“I was around, sweetheart.” He said, his hand squeezing her ass playfully as she ran back to her lounge chair.

“Yeah- I’d like to know where the fuck you’ve been too, country club?” Barry grumbled, walking over to Y/N and gently stroking her hair.

“Listen- I said I was around. Fuck off, man. I just need to buy some shit right now. Okay?” Rafe said. Y/N’s heart stopped and she sat up quickly. Legs swinging over the side of the chair.

“You’re here to buy?” Y/N whispered, tears springing to her eyes. Barry’s arm gently wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into his side.

“I-I thought…y-you both were clean?” Y/N whimpered.

“You thought I was fucking serious? Nah- I ain’t about that shit. I just need like a gram or two, man. I got the cash.” Rafe said, tossing the money down onto the ground at their feet.

“Don’t be talking to her that way- you know how important that promise was to her. What the fuck is up, bug?” Barry said lowly, stepping over the money to stand in front of Rafe.

“Jesus! Nothing is up! Can’t I just get my fucking drugs and dip?” Rafe said.

“N-No! Not when you left us wondering for a week? W-What about us? Didn’t you think to l-let us know?” Y/N cried, her hands slamming against his chest to push him back.

Rafe’s lip twitched with anger. His eyes darkening. His hand flew up and grabbed her jaw tightly.

“No I didn’t think to let you’s know because I didn’t give a shit.” He growled. Y/N cried and pushed him back, Barry stepping between them quickly.

“Don’t fucking touch her like that? What the hell is wrong with you?” Barry yelled, grabbing the front of Rafe’s polo shirt in his fist.

This wasn’t the Rafe they’d fallen in love with. It was someone completely different. This was who they’d met so many months before they’d all gotten together.

“I’m not getting you your fucking drugs. Not after this shit. Don’t come back till you’re ready to tell us what’s got you all worked up.” Barry growled. Trying to mask the hurt he was feeling with protectiveness for Y/N.

Rafe shoved him off of him and scoffed.

“Fuck you both.” Rafe growled, mounting his bike and driving off.

Y/N cried softly, rubbing softly at her jaw where Rafe had grabbed her. They hadn’t seen him like that in months. They’d gotten used to the affectionate sweetheart that was in their bed most nights.

Not the unhinged coke head that had just taken his anger out on the two people who loved him most.

Barry hugged her to his chest tightly and tried to ease her mind.

“He ain’t right for that, sweet thing. But you know him, he’s just going through it right now. He’ll come round.” Barry murmured.

Not sure if he was convincing her or himself truthfully.

Are we too wounded now to ever come down?

Oh, how I long for us to find common ground

Y/N had work to keep her mind off of worrying about Rafe. If she spent too long thinking about it, she’d find herself crying again and her head hurt enough.

When she got home, Barry was sitting outside smoking by the fire.

“Hey, baby. Come’er.” He murmured. She happily slid into his lap and buried herself into his arms.

“Have you heard from him?” Y/N whispered. Barry’s head fell back against the chair and he sighed.

“Nah…not a fucking word.” He grumbled. Her heart dropped and she rested her head on his shoulder.

“D-Did I do something?” She whispered, her insecurities creeping up on her. Barry sat up, hands instantly grasping her cheeks.

“Hey, look at me. You’re fucking perfect. Hell..I still don’t know why you’re with either of us. You didn’t do a damn thing wrong, sweet thing.” Barry said. Her eyes filled with tears and she nodded shyly.

“H-He won’t answer any texts or calls. I-I don’t know what c-could be this bad, Bear.” She cried. He hushed her, lips pressing against her head.

“We were nothing but good to him.” Barry murmured. Feeling the unmistakable sinking in his chest that he hadn’t felt in so long.

I've got nothing but you on my mind

They were left in the dust with no answers. He simply vanished from their lives. For a while, it hurt Y/N in a different way than Barry.

Barry had trusted him, finally let someone in. And he got hurt. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but he was fucking hurt.

Some nights he laid awake, head on the pillow just staring at the blank ceiling. He couldn’t get his mind to quiet down. He knew it couldn’t have been anything either one of them had done.

There was no answer, no reasons or clarity…until the day Rafe walked onto the property in tears. The first time in weeks they’d seen him.

“I-I need to talk to you both.” He said lowly. Y/N’s heart skipped and beat and she yelled for Barry to come outside.

He rushed out the door, stopping in his tracks.

“Some fucking nerve you’ve got- showing up here…

“I-I know- I’m here to give you answers. Y-You both deserve answers.” He said, fidgeting at her turned to look at the black car behind him where both Y/N and Barry could make out the outline of his father in the drivers seat.

“We’ve gotta end it…all of it.” Rafe said. Y/N looked at Ward Cameron sitting in the car. Smug look on his face.

“T-Tell me it’s not because of your dad.” Y/N whispered, a sudden boldness comping over her. Mainly fueled by the anger she was feeling.

“I-It’s…it’s complicated.” Rafe said.

“It’s not!” Y/N screamed, tears streaming down her face.

“Tell us the truth…we deserve at least that.” Barry said lowly, pulling Y/N back into his arms.

Rafe couldn’t force the words out. He couldn’t tell them it was his dad because then he’d be admitting he fell for the act. That he fell for the if you leave them you’ll be my favorite son again.

Because that would be more humiliating than breaking their hearts.

“I'm not ready to be just another of your mistakes.” Barry said lowly. Y/N sniffled and stepped forward to take Rafe’s hands in her own.

“Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place.” She begged. Rafe shook his head, tears staining his flushed cheeks.

His eyes said all he wanted to say. He loved them. So much that he’d rather them hate him.

“P-Please, Rafe. D-Don’t fall for his lies. D-Don’t throw what we had away for him.” Y/N begged. Rafe reached up and cupped her face gently, brushing her tears away gently.

“I found salvation in the form of your grace.” He whispered, gently kissing her a final time.

He released Y/N and walked over to Barry. The shame settling in when he met the harsh eyes of the older man.

“I-I never wanted to hurt you…either of you.” Rafe whispered. Barry reached up and cupped Rafe’s cheek.

“I know, bug. I guess it’s just the way things gotta be.” Barry murmured. Rafe nodded silently, leaning down and giving him a gentle kiss.

“Take care of each other. I-I- I’m so sorry.” Rafe said, forcing himself to pull away from the man. Barry nodded curtly, pulling Y/N into his chest as she cried softly.

They watched him get in the car and angrily wipe away his tears. The black car drove away and away until it was a spec in the distance.

Y/N sobbing into Barry’s chest as the older man held back his own tears of anger.

They spent so long building up love and trust, only for it to be shattered in mere moments.

Months of love and comfort broken apart by cruel lies and fake promises…

On the verge of almost bleeding you out

Are we too wounded now to ever come down?