#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. ”

[shellxrls]

— r. cameron / barry / reader

warnings: dom!barry, sub!rafe / unprotected anal sex / rimming, ass eating / cum-swallowing / threesome / dubcon (sex as payment) / oral (male receiving) / voyeurism

synopsis: rafe cameron x barry x gn!reader… you owe a debt to a certain prolific dealer on the cut, rafe believes he can pull a few strings to get it taken care of, you just never expected the alternate payment to be so debasing.

Barry likes to shove the noise out of Rafe. Like he can hoard the aggressive spikes of volume in his head if he really tries, bundle them into a rough package and store them safely within his cerebral cortex.

You can tell Rafe almost hates it, too eager for pleasure yet too impatient to wait, and so Barry knowingly draws it out of him — bated breaths turning into whispers of frustration until Rafe opens his mouth to spit out a harsh profanity and Barry finally decides to move. In that fraction of a second pummelling his whole length inside of Rafe and forcing out a guttural, drawn-out noise that you'd never heard from the boy before.

He locks eyes with you across the dingy space, and your pupils quickly flutter in humiliated distraction — landing on the shadows of Rafe’s back instead, fluorescents bringing out the harsh dips of darkness and paling his skin in comparison to Barry's.

You find yourself wanting to look away, every action too intimate, and every subsequent reaction too vulnerable. You were an intruder to this relationship and you felt it, like you were watching through a two-way mirror except you were the depraved bastard on the clear side, and they would never realise you were there.

You had never expected this when borrowing a favour from Rafe, his promise to get your debt waived cause he 'knew a guy' now almost a distant memory. Although you starkly remember him greeting Barry at the door, offering 'fresh meat' while their hands lingered too long to be in casual greeting.

You knew whatever Rafe was dragging you into was fated to be shady, but what you couldn't predict was the way the two stood by Barry's bed and argued in an aggressively hushed tone, Barry's calloused fingers coming to rest on Rafe's shoulders when he'd finally persuaded him into submission — “You're gonna sit right here while Rafe takes care of this debt for you princess" while guiding you into a yellowed plastic chair, settling you down with wink.

Now you were forced to watch, to listen, and to feel while Rafe — your dealer and the most high-strung, misogyny-fueled, cokehead you'd ever met — took dick from a man jut as pretty as him in a grimy trailer.

"Feelin’ good about volunteering for her debt now babyboy?" Barry grins, gripping Rafe by the jaw and bringing his face up to be conflicted between looking at you or the man behind him, he settles on Barry, who then decides to thrust into him particularly harshly to which Rafe only lets out a useless garble, "shittt, my bad, forgot that you turn into a dumb slut for some dick."

Sweat was dripping down your collar now, beads building up against your temples alongside a painful pulsing in your lower stomach. Barry noticed, too observant for his own good and yours too — "Yeah y'can touch yourself pretty girl," it comes out a bit strained, a stray tendon in his neck tensing at what you assumed was Rafe tightening around him, "bitch down here seems to like the idea."

It wasn't so much a prompt as it was an order, funny thing about the way Barry could manipulate tone, must've adopted it in the army, next to the ability to stare so hard you could feel his eyes drill holes into your skull.

"I ain't gone' say it a third time."

Subtly, you nod, swallowing your anxiety and dropping clothing to the floor until you can see Rafe wrapping a quivering hand around himself, eyes glossy while Barry is momentarily too distracted to dismiss him.

"Well shit, Rafe, keeping the prime cut to yourself I see," Barry raises his eyebrows in a chuckle, stilling inside of Rafe and clutching a hand by his bicep to match his lecherous smirk.

"Brought her by as soon as I could bitch, now move, fuck," Rafe groans, trying to push himself further onto Barry who only grapples his leaner hips into stability.

"Nah." Now towards you, having changed his mind about your positioning, he asks "C'mere."

Rafe whines when you get up, subtly grinding his hips and pleading for your gaze with his own, searching for remission and hoping you'll be kinder than Barry.

Barry instructs you to kneel by his feet. You’re now eye-level to where he sits inside of Rafe, twitching and pulsing while rafe constantly trembles with restlessness.

"Rafe's gonna cum very soon, you wanna know how I know? He's got that screwed up bitch face like he's gonna cry—" he's addressing you directly, completely disregarding Rafe's aching form on the bed and humiliating him with this dissection of his features, undisclosed to anyone but Barry at this point, "An' I'm gonna go pretty soon after him. Thing is, I don't want to get my sheets dirty with alla that, so you're gonna do me a favour and clean it up before anything spills."

Nodding, you feel his gaze intent on you again, unwavering. Remaining on your knees, you move so you can tongue at Rafe's dick — his nose red and his lips wet, face watery and flushed from the buildup while he stares down at you.

Once Barry starts thrusting again, you wrap both hands around Rafe, one circling his base and steadily jerking him off, whilst the other cups his balls, your mouth simultaneously sucking on his tip and drawing tight circles around the flushed slit.

"Fuck, 'm close," he groans, twisting up into your mouth, "f—fuck Barry 'm so close, 'm gonna cum."

Until you're swallowing round his girth and Barry's coaching the both of you through it, one hand tangled in your hair to push you down and the other stroking Rafe's shaking thigh.

Before you pull off Rafe you can still feel him throbbing in your mouth, and when you finally do Barry tugs you to your feet, forcing you into a sloppy kiss.

Tongue warm in your mouth and licking the remnants of Rafe off your gums, which is what finally gets his stomach to tense and flex when he finally cums himself, spilling into Rafe while grabbing a handful of your ass and painfully digging his nails into the flesh as he does.

He shoves you back down to kneel before Rafe when he's done, "Go on, prove yourself useful f'me and I'll consider that debt paid off hmm?"

Complying, you shyly bend your face towards Rafe, stretched out and leaking, tonguing the twitching muscle and cleaning up whatever Barry had left.

"S'too much, too much," Rafe swats at the empty air, curling into himself and flaring his ribs in overstimulation.

"You beg for it like a fucking girl so now you're gonna sit here and take it like one 'kay bitch," Barry rubs the skin around his cheek, patting it in domestic mockery despite Rafe's snot and tears.

In only a few more minutes Rafe cums again, dick leaking miserably on his toned stomach in rhythmic spills. Barry runs a finger through it, making Rafe shudder, before bringing it to the brunette's mouth and forcing two curved fingers inside — hooking them through his uvula and forcing it down until he starts gagging.

"Hope babyboy here didn't drop you off, think he'll be staying with me for the night."

"I can find my own way back," while already grabbing your things to head out — the taste of both men still sickly prevalent on your tongue.

"You ever need more favours you tell Rafe to call me a'ight," Barry whistles as you walk through the door, simply responding back with a murmured confirmation.

[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?"

[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

[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."

[somethingswift19]

Rafe OBX

Just a little blurb thing!! Imagine at end!!

Dark!Rafe, toxic relationship

Songs:

Swimming Pools by Kendrick Lamar

Swim by Chase Atlantic

Party Monster by The Weeknd

Million Dollar Man by Lana Del Rey

House of Balloons by The Weeknd

Date Outfits:

Hair:

Nails:

Imagine:

Rafe’s eyes darkened as he watched you flirting with another guy across the room. The line of coke he had done downstairs was not making him any calmer. The second he saw you touch the guys arm he had had enough. You and him were in what you would call a situationship at the moment. Reaching his room, rafe shoved you against the wall caging you in. “What the fuck was that downstairs?”

You smirked, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You played dumb causing him to slam his fist into the wall.

“You think…” he started. The look on his face was dark and foreign to you. “You think you can just come into MY HOUSE and flirt with another guy in front of me?” His voice was sinister.

You gulped. “Rafe I was just kidding he was just a friend.” He was beginning to scare you…yet turn you on. He never talked to you this way before.

“You’re mine,” Rafe growled into your ear. “You belong to me. Consider this a warning.”

“Yes, sir” you squeaked out.

A dark chuckle left him as he lightly choked you against the wall. “Good girl.”

[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

[jtoddlover]

is it casual now?

[somethingswift19]

Barry OBX

This is just a little blurb thing! Imagine at the end!!!

Songs:

Superman by Eminem

Show Me by Chris Brown and Kid Ink

Love Me by Lil Wayne, Drake, and Future

You Got Me by G-Easy

I’m ||| by Joyner Lucas

Date Outfits:

Hair Color:

Nails:

Imagine:

Barry’s arms wrapped around you from behind as he kissed on your neck. “Mmmm…baby?,” you lulled sweetly while leaning into him.

“Yes, princess?” He responded in his raspy voice.

“When can we tell my friends and brother about us?” You hummed. You were John Bs twin sister and had met Barry when Kie bought some weed off him one day. You had been keeping your relationship with Barry a secret from the Pouges for a couple months out of fear of what they’d say.

He hummed while kissing your collar bone. “Sweetheart I’d marry you today if I could,” Barry said into your neck. “We can tell the whole world if you want. I can handle your little friends.” You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. “And besides,” Barry started, “I just left a huge hickey on your neck so now you have to explain where that came from.” His smirk evident as the blush and panic set in on your face.

God you loved this man.

[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.