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[vamperondev]

† i want to know love, i want to know what it feels like †

jasmine | 19

im like hey wassup hello. lol i’m new here and a certified pervert who specializes in outer banks and pathetic bitch ass rafe cameron ✮⋆˙

other interests include: life is strange (1 + 2), amc’s iwtv, star wars, until dawn, elden ring, twilight

i wanna do my own thing mostly but my inbox is open for anyone who would like to req anything involving characters from stuff listed above ^^

ao3 | anything i post there will prob be posted here too!

minors dni

⋆˚꩜｡ masterlist ⋆˚꩜｡

[vamperondev]

† my masterlist

rafe cameron

sell me candy | smut

barry (outer banks)

sell me candy | smut

more coming soon ♡

[vamperondev]

† sell me candy | rafebarry

minors dni | contains: porn lol, dubious consent, oral sex (rafe blows barry for coke)

“You gon’ suck my dick?” is what Barry asked, an eyebrow quirked and his face betraying not an ounce of humor. Okay, he was a little entertained but he wasn’t joking. Not at all.

Rafe was floored, which of course he was. Stupid boy with his big, watery eyes and pouty, pink lips. It’s like he was born to suck dick—not that he realized that. He’s just got an aura about him, combined with this sort of naivety that makes Barry’s heart twist and his dick twitch at the same time.

Anyway, Rafe wasn’t expecting Barry to respond like that when he showed up on the front step of the trailer, face sweaty and hair tousled from grabbing at it and pulling hard enough to rip strands out. He didn’t have any money so when Barry laughed in his face, he started begging.

“Look, man, I—I don’t have cash but I’m good for it. Just a couple lines, y’know? Let me give you something else, man, like as interest. Anything you want, bro, you got it,” is what he said, stumbling over his own words in his desperation for a quick fix.

He said anything, didn’t he? Really, he should have seen it coming when Barry blinked at him and considered the offer for a moment before letting Rafe inside, shutting the door, and grabbing at himself through his basketball shorts.

Rafe only weakly insisted that he’s not about that gay shit once or twice before he let Barry knock him down with a shove at his shoulders.

He kneels there almost pitifully as Barry snorts and pulls his dick out of his shorts, wrapping a hand around the back of Rafe’s head to force him onto it.

Rafe gags almost immediately, spluttering around the head of Barry’s cock and pulling a face, looking up at him with watery eyes like he’ll do anything except force him to take more.

Barry laughs as he does, cruel fingers gripping tightly onto the hair at the back of Rafe’s head to push him further onto his dick. Rafe gags again, his eyes welling up with tears and his hands forming into fists that beat weakly at Barry’s plush thighs.

It’s not good, really, on a technical level. But the sight? The reality of what Barry’s got this country club motherfucker on his knees doing? That’s what makes him groan, because the thing about Rafe is that he could fight back. He’s bigger and stronger than Barry is, so he could win. He just doesn’t want to.

“Calm the fuck down, aight? Just take it,” Barry says, shoving Rafe’s head down so far his nose is pressed to his pubes and all either of them can hear are the wet noises of him spluttering and crying around some dick.

“Yeah, work for your coke, baby boy, you’re doin’ fine,” Barry continues, only getting closer the more Rafe suffers.

Rafe sort of gets the hang of it after a while, willing his throat to loosen up and submitting completely to Barry’s assault on his throat. He gives up on shoving at Barry’s thighs, opening his fists and digging his fingers into the meat instead.

He’s still messy about it, drooling around Barry’s cock and getting snot in his pubes. His own dick is hard too, has been for a while based on the way it’s aching and leaking pitifully in his khaki shorts.

Rafe is overwhelmed again when Barry cums without warning, dick lodged all the way at the back of his throat as he finishes. Barry holds him there too, grunting and making him take it all before finally pulling back. He tucks his dick back into his shorts as Rafe collapses onto his ass, trying to catch his breath through all the coughing and crying.

“Get me my fuckin’ coke, bitch,” Rafe says hoarsely, trying for assertiveness even after what he just let another man do to him.

Barry laughs at the watery glare he’s given and flicks Rafe’s sweaty forehead before turning and leaving him there, hard and kneeling on the floor of the living room to go get his coke.