#barry x rafe

[ervotica]

this isn’t so much specifically about rafe but i’m low-key obsessed with polycule rafe x reader x barry. especially in their dominance with her, because it feels so inherently different. on the surface, barry’s is so much softer but there’s a sinister bite to it, as opposed to rafe who affronts it, but when push comes to shove and reader needs help, she’ll go to him. like the best way to describe it is, reader feels safe with barry but protected with rafe.

yes yes this is all so true! rafe & barry even each other out and i love that for miss reader </3

barry appears outwardly softer with you, all soft touches and smearing kisses along your cute features when you crinkle your nose at him. sitting you in his lap when you’re tired and holding glasses of water to your lips when you’re thirsty so that you don’t have to exert yourself in your sleepy state— generally, barry is playful with you and very soft.

that courtesy only extends so far; you rile him up, you push his buttons in any way, there will absolutely be hell to pay. you can locate the bite to his words from a mile away, the hidden violent streak that wards you off from pushing him too much despite his leniency when it comes to his baby girl.

rafe is argumentative; he pushes back when you mouth off, dishing out as many punishments as he sees fit until he’s sure you’ve learned your lesson. he’s harder to crack than barry, more guarded with his affections, and you have to push past the way his nonchalance twinges at your heart and remind yourself that’s just how he is.

then you get into trouble— real trouble. some prissy kook girl running her mouth at a kegger and suddenly you’re hitting the bitch, breaking her nose and sealing one of her eyes shut at the very least.

you call rafe in a blind panic— you only did it ‘cos she was talking smack about him and barry, you justify, the petulant whine in your cadence vanishing and being replaced with an anxious wobble that drives rafe into action as white-hot panic seizes his own heart.

“‘s okay, baby. i know you jus’ did what you had to do. i get it, okay? ‘ve been there too many times… yeah, yeah, i’ll come get ya, little firecracker.”

you plant your ass on the sidewalk, comforted in the fact that rafe will be here any second when the girl’s boyfriend decides to run up on you. you stumble back, arms out protectively, babbling about how your boyfriend’s gonna be here any minute so he’d better quit it. he grabs your arm hard enough to bruise the soft flesh, getting in your face as he sneers about how his girlfriend was right to say those things and your boyfriend isn’t going to do shit.

you spit back that she shouldn’t have run her mouth if she didn’t want someone to shut her up, and the guy’s features contort in unmistakable rage as he rears back to… hit you?

a fist collides with his jaw before he makes it even another step, and there’s an audible crunch as the guy hits the concrete face-first. rafe stands over him, chest heaving, knuckles bruised and bloodied. the guy still makes to get up, stopped short by a boot to the rib, kicking until he stays fucking down, gasping and limbs askew on the ground.

rafe has you against his chest in an instant, hooking a shoulder beneath your armpit to press his cheek to yours and curse you for being an antagonistic little shit. but he’s softened, his hard edges melting away as he fusses over you, brushing hair back from your eyes and checking you over for cuts and bruises. you get to the car and your bottom lip wobbles, knees tucking in tightly against your chest.

“you gonna tell bar?” you sniffle, cheek smushed against your knee.

“have to, baby,” he murmurs. “he’s not gonna be mad, i promise.”

“are you mad?”

he bristles. “c’mere,” he beckons, arms open in a rare display of affection as you climb over the center console of the car and into his lap. he drags slow lines across your cheekbone with swollen knuckles. “i’m not mad, baby. i’m not pleased, but this isn’t something anyone’s gonna punish you for.”

you will the tears back, fighting the onslaught as your adrenaline drops and you sag. he hooks arms around your waist to pull you closer.

“none of that,” he says gruffly, sitting up to gauge your expression at eye level. “you’re a good girl, okay? jus’ looking out for us, yeah?”

you nod tersely, pushing into his grasp, greedily seeping up every inch of affection you can pull from him. “‘m sorry.”

“let’s go home, yeah?”

barry forgoes any lecturing when you return with one curt stare from rafe and the sight of your pouting bottom lip alone. he bundles you up and murmurs lowly against your skin as you hum and close your eyes, preening sadly. wetness clings to your eyes, pooling against the smudged black caked at your waterline.

rafe makes an entire display out of the way he relents for you, his eyes softening in worry despite the way he bristles and attempts to harden his features; one sad look from you and he’s gathering you back up for a squeezing cuddle and pressing a begrudging kiss to the crown of your skull.

“jus’ go t’sleep, kid. love you, okay?”

you know he does, but hearing him say it sends adoration roiling through your chest in a wave.

“love you more,” you whisper as he kisses right between your pinched brows, pushing you back towards barry.

“you softening old country club up, angel?” the dark haired man snorts, shucking up the duvet until it’s laid over your shoulders as you tuck your face into the juncture of his neck. you roll your eyes at the nickname.

“maybe a little,” you muse, a laugh bubbling at the base of your throat despite the sorrow that sits heavy in your bones.

“there’s my girl.”

[stwrkeys]

I desperately need a fic with Barry and Rafe

this duo in s3 got me weak af

mdni¡

when you were dragged to this party at tannyhill by sarah cameron, you never would’ve thought that by the end of the night you’d end up being fucked by the kook king, rafe cameron, and his best friend, a drug dealer. you felt so guilty while your best friend’s brother gripped onto your neck from behind as he pounded into you, your intoxicated state heightening your senses. this could’ve all easily been prevented. you could’ve never walked in on barry and rafe finishing up the last of barry’s inventory. you could’ve said no when they pressured you into taking shots with them. and you could’ve moved the wandering hands that moved up your dress before you became fully unclothed, weak under the rough touch of the two men. you’re on top of rafe’s bed on your hands and knees and he’s sloppily thrusting his hips from behind you, barry standing in front of you. his hands cup your face as you suck his dick. “look how good she takes it, like a fuckin’ angel.” he chuckles and rafe joins in. he leans down to your ear. “knew it all along. ever since my little sister first brought you over. knew you were a slut.” their words cause you to let out a lewd moan onto barry, making him twitch in your mouth. you arch your back against rafe. you can feel them both deep inside of you, and it sends you over the edge. with a twitch, you release and your body goes limp. a pair of strong hands flip you over so you’re laying on your back. “where do you want it?” rafe rasps as the two figures hover over you. your hands move up to your tits, grabbing them and looking in between the men with a pleading stare. “ah- use your words, baby.” he taunts you. “want you to cum on my tits.” the glisten in your eye still present. “shit, of course she does” barry lets out another low chuckle. they move to position themselves above your chest and you use your hands to guide their cocks exactly where you want them. they groan in unison as their cum mixes together in a sloppy mess on your chest. “oh, fuck” rafe’s body jerks as you take him in your mouth, swallowing his heavy load. the sight of you has them smirking at each other. they get up, leaving you a panting mess on the bed. your hair tousled, makeup smeared, and swollen lips left you in a fucked out state as you slipped on your dress, grabbed your heels, and stumbled your way down the stairs. after hours of searching, a worried sarah finally finds you sitting at the bottom of the steps. your best friend is so worried about you, she has no idea her brother was balls deep in you just a couple minutes ago. worst part is, you don’t even regret it.

[rafebarrysmut]

“Did you just bite me?”

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Barry (Outer Banks)

Summary: their first time and it's hate sex (based on the requests I got, thanks lovely anon and @obx-for-life )

This takes place in season 2, post-betrayal, when Rafe has just watched his father's confession video and had that fight with Sarah. The alcohol won’t help and he needs something stronger to numb those emotions and the screaming voices inside his head. So he ends up at Barry's. Naturally.

Warning: minors dni. Rafebarry smut. Explicit language. Top!Barry x Bottom!Rafe, Virgin!Rafe, some canon-typical violence, mentions of Ward's (fake) suicide, biting, crying, lots of whimpering, Rafe tries to be dominant. And gets railed. Barry's pov. This is almost 3.5k words. holy fuck.

Fuck, Rafe Cameron was the last person Barry expected to see showing up on his porch that day.

When he heard the dirt bike approaching, Barry looked up from the worn copy of The Crying of Lot 49 he was reading, frowning as he saw Rafe coming to a halt, getting off his bike, literally throwing his helmet at the trailer. Barry mumbled a curse when the boy came stomping towards him. Of course, Barry had heard the news about Ward Cameron and he'd guessed that they would have to let Rafe go with his father taking the blame for Peterkin's murder. And he had expected the boy to be angry at Barry for ratting him out, but he sure hadn't expected him to come running to him that same day.

Barry closed his book, put it to the side, about to get up and greet Rafe with a casual but tense grin, when Rafe kicked at the coffee table causing it to topple over.

“Hey!” Barry jumped to his feet.

Rafe was quick, both his hands grabbing for the collar of Barry's shirt.

“Easy there, dawg.” Barry was alert, but cautious. He had lifted his hands but didn't touch Rafe, just looked him straight into the eyes. “Sure this is upsetting and all, but you might wanna calm down.” Barry's voice was low, but firm.

Rafe's hands fisted around the fabric, white knuckles showing. His jaws clenched as he glared down at the older male. Every muscle in his body seemed tensed up, Barry could feel it, see it.

“I'm gonna end you,” Rafe muttered between gritted teeth. Barry could smell the stench of liquor in the boy's breath. He could see the tears in his bloodshot eyes.

The boy was fucked up, like really fucked up. And by now Barry knew that Ward Cameron was to blame for the most part of that. Barry didn't feel sorry for Rafe, but he understood what it was like to be fucked up like this by your own parent. And though Ward might have saved Rafe from going to jail by taking his own life, he had literally torn that messed up boy to pieces by doing so. Barry had gotten to know Rafe in all kinds of stages of messed up. This was beyond.

He tried to stay calm, still assessing the situation, and part of him was also curious why Rafe had gotten all the way into the cut to take out his revenge on Barry on this day. But with Rafe, there was no reason – at least not the kind of reason other people understood, that boy acted on impulse only. Or something else. Some completely messed up logic of his fucked up mind.

“This is on you,” Rafe hissed. “If you hadn't turned me in, he wouldn't – this is all your fault.”

Rafe's voice grew louder and he shook Barry.

“This is all your fault,” Rafe was practically fuming now, pushing Barry back, who stood his ground.

Rafe's hand reached for Barry's throat, but Barry was quicker. Grabbing both the boy's wrists, freeing himself from the grip, he pushed Rafe back, his chest colliding with his.

There was a moment of surprise in Rafe's widened eyes, then the anger kicked in. He growled and fought Barry's grip, fought him fiercely and blindly. His body urging against Barry's, shoving him backwards with such force that Barry stumbled and lost his balance when hitting the edge of the couch with the backs of his legs.

“Fuck,” Barry cussed, trying to stop his fall, and in doing so, he let go of one of Rafe's wrists, who used the momentum to land a punch at the other's face, hitting his jaw.

Barry’s back hit the worn-out couch and Rafe was on top of him. But not for long. Barry lost his patience and fought back. They tumbled off the couch, landed on the ground. Barry tried to get a hold of Rafe's hands, tried to pin him down, but the boy was writhing below him now, wriggling out of his grip and attacking Barry. A fist hit Barry's rips. A knee kicked at his stomach, missed, but made Barry lose the upper hand again. Barry had not only lost his patience with this boy, he felt his own rage now driving him on. Punching, hitting, gripping, tugging, they rolled along the floor of Barry's porch, hitting furniture and scattered empty cans. The sounds of furniture being shoved, fists hitting, bodies colliding, mixed with groans and heavy panting as they engaged in this fierce, very physical fight.

“Fuck!” Barry cried out when a sharp pain hit his shoulder.

Rafe was on top of him with one of his arms twisted behind his back, Barry had wrongly believed to have the upper hand in that moment.

“Did you just bite me? You fucking crazy,” Barry couldn't hide the surprise in his voice, when he grabbed Rafe's hair, pulling him up a bit, so he could look into his face – and see the boy look at him, his lips parted, blood dripping from his mouth and Barry was unsure whose it was.

“You crazy bitch…” He gazed up at Rafe, who looked straight into his eyes. Something so fierce and wild in those blue ones. Barry heard his own raspy breathing, felt his chest rise and fall. They'd suddenly stopped their fight but that hot rage was anything but gone.

Barry’s hand grabbed Rafe's jaw, which made the boy gasp, those eyes widened even more, pupils dilating. And then, as if remembering they were in a fight, he pulled at that hand, tried to free his face, and Barry's finger slid between those bloodstained lips. And he felt the soft wetness of his tongue and those lips closing around it, and he pushed the digit deeper and saw Rafe's eyes rolling back in his head, and a surge of something hotter than rage suddenly hit Barry's body. And for just a second it felt like Rafe's mouth was sucking on his finger and Barry's breathing hitched. And the next moment, sharp teeth sank into his finger. Barry growled, quickly pulling his finger out and smacking Rafe across the face, sending his head whipping back.

When Rafe moved his head back to look at him, something had changed in his expression. He looked surprised and tears were pooling in his blue eyes, and Barry couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Whereas Rafe had glared at him like a wild beast before, he now looked like a kitten, a sad kitten that seemed to be puzzled about what it had done wrong.

Barry quickly grabbed the back of the boy's neck as he felt him shift on him and pulled him close.

Rafe's hands were pressed to the floor on either side of Barry's head and he was struggling to keep himself up like this with his face only inches away from the other's.

Barry felt the body above him trembling and he knew that it wasn't just from the exhaustion.

He pulled him closer. Rafe still fought his grip, struggling to push himself up. Heated puffs of air hitting his face.

Barry felt the warm breath on his face. Those full lips opened. Those eyes flickered. Barry noticed how they moved to his mouth. He grinned. Those eyes met his again. Rafe's panting grew more rapidly. Those eyelids fluttered shut and Barry lifted his head, just an inch, and his lips met those soft lips of Rafe.

He felt the boy freeze, then struggling to push away, but he wouldn't let him. His other arm wrapped around his body and he pulled him closer, pulled him flush against his body, as his lips moved against those too soft lips, hungrily kissing, tasting blood.

As he felt Rafe opening his mouth, a whimper escaping his lips, Barry pushed his tongue inside his mouth – despite the risk of those sharp teeth biting at it. But Rafe gave up his resistance, finally giving into what Barry had noticed the boy had wanted all along.

It wasn't unusual to get aroused from fighting, with all that heat and bodies so intimately colliding. But the way Rafe now kissed him back, Barry knew that this was something else, this was a hunger much deeper, much darker.

Rafe began shifting his body on Barry's. His hands suddenly eager to grab and tug. One hand gripped Barry's throat and Barry groaned in response, his hips buckling up, meeting Rafe's who was straddling him, making the boy feel how hard he was.

The grip around Barry's throat tightened as the kiss got more heated, with tongues fighting for dominance and teeth not just teasing, but biting hungrily.

Barry's hand grabbed for Rafe's ass, grabbed hard at the firm flesh, and he almost expected the boy to withdraw, but all he did was whimper.

The kiss got sloppy and breathless, both were so riled up that this was by far not enough to satisfy their hunger.

Rafe's hand closed tighter around Barry's throat, by now making it harder and harder to breathe. Barry tensed up and with a sudden motion pushed Rafe off of him. Sitting up, his hand went to his throat where Rafe had surely left marks. He narrowed his eyes, his breathing still strained.

And Rafe, sitting on the ground in front of him, gazed at him with those eyes, and he looked as if he had been slapped again.

“You're crazy, baby boy,” Barry's voice was hoarse, but he chuckled and shook his head in amusement.

Rafe sat there, panting, and slightly trembling. His wet lips parted, they looked swollen from the angry kiss. His blue eyes moved over Barry's body and his expression was this strange mixture of puzzlement, anger, and hurt. And something else.

Barry had his eyes on the boy as he moved cautiously, as if not to scare him. Slowly, he took off his own shirt. Rafe's eyes were immediately drawn to his abs.

Barry waited, but Rafe didn't seem to pick up on the invitation to do the same, but just bit his lips as his eyes wandered over Barry's muscular torso.

Slowly, very slowly Barry pulled down his shorts, just enough to show his cock's pink tip.

Grinning, he noticed how Rafe wetted his lips.

Barry leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows, he looked at Rafe, tilting his head.

And there it was again, that strange look in the boy's face. He was nibbling on his finger and his eyes flickered wildly about.

The muscles in Barry's stomach twitched.

“This your first time, hm?” A mocking tone in Barry's voice.

“It's not,” Rafe was quick to respond and shot him an angry glare – and right then Barry knew that Rafe not only never tasted cock before, but that he was in fact still a virgin. – And it was like those months ago, their current interaction mirroring the first time Barry had offered Rafe coke, who took it with that angry tone lying when stating that it wasn't his first time – just like now.

Barry lifted his hips slightly to help Rafe pull down his shorts completely, who did so hastily.

As if trying to prove that he was in fact used to giving blowjobs regularly, Rafe gripped the base of Barry's cock, propped it up to guide it to his opened mouth as he leaned down, kneeling next to Barry. Without hesitation Rafe took the tip between his lips and began sucking, making Barry hiss a curse and clench his fists. But the next second, Rafe pulled back, his face contorted, rubbing his lips that he was licking frantically, obviously appalled by the bitter taste of Barry's precum. But at the same time, he just couldn't take his hands of that thick cock in his hand. His other hand rested on Barry's thigh and his nails dug into its flesh as he tried again. Rafe closed his eyes, the curtains of his hair almost hiding that pretty face and the tears running down his cheeks, as he opened his mouth further to take more of that fat cock in. The warm tongue pressed against the slit and Barry gasped. Spit was running down Rafe's chin and drooling onto Barry. Rafe had given up on the sucking, but began moving his head up and down, his lips tight around the thick cock. His mouth clenching around it. He didn't get much more than an inch in when he was already gagging.

It was messy, it was sloppy, and quite frankly, it was the worst blowjob Barry had ever received. It was perfect.

Barry was breathing hard, his cock throbbing and glistening with Rafe's drool, as Rafe was coughing heavily, his cheeks flushed, tears running down his face, drool covering his chin. While the boy was trying to compose himself, trying to make that coughing stop and probably contemplating about whether it was worth giving it another try, Barry sat up, grabbed that pretty face and kissed those quivering red lips.

Rafe was quick to stop him, push him away, still fighting to regain his breath. And Barry chuckled when blue eyes darted at him, ready to kill.

Barry wanted to wrap his arms around him and pull Rafe close to him and just kiss that frown, but Rafe pushed him back, so hard that Barry landed on his back again, looking up in surprise. But then he saw that Rafe undressed himself. Got rid off that grey shirt, his jeans and boxer briefs.

Fuck.

Barry inhaled and held his breath, because that boy was literally breathtakingly beautiful. His mouth watered as he saw his well-trained body, perfectly toned. And his cock must have been the most beautiful cock ever. Nice and smooth and big. Not as thick as Barry's, but huge as it was pressing against Rafe's flat stomach. Barry would've loved to suck it, but Rafe obviously had something else in mind.

He climbed on top of Barry, straddling him, sitting down on his hip.

Barry was about to grip the boy's hips, when Rafe slapped his hands away, then gripped his wrists to pin them next to Barry's head.

Hovering over him, his face close to Barry's, he spoke in a low voice.

“You don't move when I fuck you.”

Barry flashed a grin and he couldn't deny how hot it was that Rafe wanted to dominate him.

Only problem was that Rafe was obviously completely inexperienced. By now Barry suspected that he had never actually been intimate with anyone, neither girl nor guy, and only got his knowledge from watching porn clips probably.

Rafe let go off Barry's wrists when the latter stopped moving as demanded.

He sat up and reached behind himself to grab Barry's cock. Barry felt it throbbing as those eager hands tried to position it.

Rafe bit his lips, concentrating as he lifted his hips a bit.

The wet tip poked against his firm cheek, brushed along the crack, then touched that sensitive muscle and Rafe winced.

He let out a long breath, his brows furrowing, his mouth opening wider and wider as the tip pushed against his tight entrance. Barry felt it flinching and he growled as he almost lost it.

Rafe’s body was tensing up and Barry could see his erection faltering as he desperately tried what seemed impossible. And Barry saw that Rafe was about to lose it.

In one swift motion, Barry sat up, wrapped his arms around Rafe and shut up his angry protests with a passionate kiss. Feeling skin on skin, the heat between their bodies grew into something fervent. Both being naked, their hunger for each other was no longer that desperate, but still as fierce.

Rafe's hands gripped and scratched whatever they could reach. And Barry just needed to hold and never let go.

Rafe moaned into Barry's mouth as he rocked his hips hard and needy against Barry's.

His fingers digging into Rafe's hair, Barry guided the younger's lips to his throat, flinching and groaning as those teeth scratched along the sensitive skin, already bruised by Rafe’s hands.

Barry tried hard to not just give in to his own needs – and Rafe's urging. His breathing got more strained as he felt Rafe's hard length between their bodies.

He spit on his own fingers and rubbed them between Rafe's ass cheeks. His fingertip was greeted with a whimper – and teeth digging into his shoulder as he slowly pushed inside, carefully trying to stretch the tight ring. More spit and he pushed deeper. Rafe's legs wrapped around him and his fingernails dug into his back. The boy whined as Barry curled his finger inside him.

Barry gasped as he felt his own cock aching with jealousy.

Rafe felt so incredibly soft inside, smooth like silk. And was so tight that it was hard to push his finger deeper. But the sounds Rafe made were everything. Barry felt that whimpering tighten his own balls.

He exhaled, held Rafe closer to his body, feeling his rapid heartbeat, hearing his whining words that made no sense at all.

Originally, Barry just meant to prepare him, so he could fuck Rafe thoroughly, but the boy's reactions to being fucked by just one finger drove him outright crazy.

There he was, Rafe Cameron, sitting on his lap, arms and legs wrapped around him, shaking, whining, whimpering and trembling as he got fucked by a finger. The angry crazy boy who tried to kill him moments ago, always so commanding and trying to dominate, became a whimpering mess as the tip of Barry's finger again and again hit that one sweet spot inside him, making his body convulse, making him moan and roll his eyes back as he let his head drop back and come completely undone, spilling ropes of hot cum on his own and Barry's stomach.

All tension gone, Rafe had gone limp in Barry's arms. His cheek pressed against the other's shoulder, he breathed in and out through his mouth.

Barry caressed his head, then stopped himself when he realized what he was doing.

And it seemed it was the same moment that Rafe came down from his high and was forced back into the harsh reality.

“Fuck you! This wasn't what I wanted!” Some of his anger seemed to have returned already when he was still shaking. He shoved at Barry's chest and climbed off him.

His legs trembling when he kneeled and collected his clothes, apparently wanting to leave.

Barry growled. Sometimes he wondered why he even put up with this crazy son of a bitch.

Rafe had turned his back towards Barry, kneeling as he put on his shirt, his back covered in a film of sweat. His perky ass right in front of Barry. He could clearly see that glowing redness between those perfect white cheeks.

“Don't think we're done yet,” Barry growled into Rafe's ear, his arms wrapped around the boy, pressing his body flush against the boy's back, making him feel his neglected rock-hard cock urging against his ass.

Rafe didn't even manage to utter his angry protest as he was pushed forward on his fours. His breathing quickened and when Barry grabbed Rafe's cock, he felt it grow hard almost in an instant.

“So needy,” Barry chuckled.

He pushed Rafe's legs further apart as he positioned himself behind him. He saw the boy tremble with excitement as he ran his cock teasingly over his ass. He used some more spit and a lot of force, but he managed to push his thick cock into Rafe's tight ass, making the boy scream and then eliciting all those sweet sounds, those whimpers and whines and moans that drove him crazy.

At some point Rafe tried to move and meet Barry's thrusts, but he gave up soon, needing all his strength not to collapse as Barry fucked him, fucked him hard and ruthlessly, grabbed his hair and made his back arch, rearranged his guts and filled him so completely. Rafe clenched too hard, came too quickly, was too tight. And he was just perfect.

And Barry knew this was what Rafe really wanted. Being fucked into oblivion, being fucked so good that he even forgot his own name.

[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."

[keyh0use]

shitpost #14 🗣️

[lipslover]

gay people can never just flirt normally, its always shit like “you know ill take care of you. alright?”

[inursoulkitchen]

no because he looks so cute ????? barry in HOODIES n maybe they r the only thing of rafes he will wear. all cut up at the collar

[manwrre]

just binge read everything in the rafebarry tag on ao3. it’s been twenty four hours and i have…. been changed in ways that i cannot describe ( im having a mental breakdown )

[multiverses-and-promdates]

dear obx writers, please don't make rafe have a dramatic coming out in season 4. it would be so much better if his relationship with barry was just casually treated as a given fact because it's the most natural thing that these two are together. thanks.

[obx-for-life]

Can y'all send me y'all's favorite rafebarry smut, I wanna read some

[starbucketstuff]

[angclnumber]

obx season 3 has left me on the search for a good rafebarry 1x1, so if you would be interested in writing that pairing please hit this with a like and i will slide into your dms to discuss ! disclaimer that i only rp on discord and that i would prefer to play barry in this scenario !

[thelotusflowers]

Barry X Rafe will always be my most toxic ship but they are truly irresistible

[rafebarrysmut]

Baby Boy

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Barry

Summary: Rafe shows up in the middle of the night at Barry's door and Barry wants to know what the boy wants. Rafe can't tell, so he acts.

Warning: minors dni. Rafebarry smut. Top!Barry x Bottom!Rafe. Explicit language. Hurt/Comfort. Crying. Lots of crying.

A/N: It's been a while, I know. I finally got to write some rafebarry smut again. It's actually the final chapter of a dark and angsty fic I wrote, but can be read as a oneshot. It's not as fun as my other rafebarry fics, sorry for that. I still hope you enjoy it. Tagging @l0st4l1fe because you commented you were excited for another fic. I hope you're not disappointed.

Rafe had been knocking on the door of Barry’s trailer for hours – at least it felt like hours, but it was just minutes. His heart beating so rapidly, his breath shaking like the door, which was rattling under his fist that repeatedly, frantically banged against it.

Finally, a light switched on inside.

“Alright, alright,” Rafe heard a voice from the other side and stopped his knocking as the door opened slowly, making a creaking sound. Barry stood in the doorway, pulling down the hem of a tank top he had obviously just put on, wearing black loose shorts with it.

“Rafe Cameron,” he said in a drawl and when he took in the tall boy in front of him, he grinned, his gold tooth showing, but it was a tired grin. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this nightly visit?”

“Can I come in?” Rafe mumbled, but already pushed past Barry to get inside.

“Sure. Make yourself at home, country club.” Barry shut the door behind him and slowly followed Rafe, who was pacing the living room area, biting on his finger’s skin. He was frowning, that pain inside his head was unbearable.

Barry leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, just watching.

“You needed to be here to do that? Well, if you don’t need me, I’ll hit the sack, some people actually need to get up in the morning and work for a living.”

Rafe stopped, turned, his fingernail between his teeth. For a moment he gazed at the other male, then he just slumped down on the old couch on which he had spent some nights before. He pressed the heels of his palms against his eyeballs. It burned. Inside, it burnt so fucking much.

“There’s something wrong with me,” he started rambling, his voice whiny. “So wrong. So fucking wrong,” he repeated, louder, his voice firmer. The last syllable was pressed out between clenched teeth. He started hitting his forehead repeatedly with both his hands, like this could push those thoughts back inside, stop those voices yelling at him.

Suddenly Rafe opened his eyes, gazing, dumbfounded. Big hands had gripped his wrists and stopped him from beating himself.

Barry was sitting on the feeble coffee table in front of him, his hands wrapped tightly around both of Rafe’s wrists and he held them effectively, making it unable for him to move. Rafe frowned, hissed, “let go off me!” He struggled to shake those hands off, but Barry was stronger. So much stronger. He sometimes forgot that.

“What you want, Rafe?”

Rafe noticed that Barry used his name. Looking at him, he tilted his head, his mouth agape. He stopped fighting, but Barry didn’t let go off his hands.

Rafe opened his mouth, but somehow he had difficulties to speak. Words were just empty puffs of air. His hands, which had been balled into fists, opened up. He felt the pressure of Barry's fingers on his wrists, as if they were controlling his bloodstream. Dark eyes looked into his, so much calmness was in them. That brown was so deep, like it was drawing him in. Deeper and deeper.

Rafe quickly moved his head forward. His mouth hit Barry’s, their teeth colliding, their noses bumping into each other. He instantly pulled back again, panting heavily, gazing at Barry.

For an endless second. Barry opened his mouth, the tip of his tongue wetted his lips. His eyes were on Rafe's lips.

And in less than a second, Barry let go off Rafe's wrists and cradled his face with his hands instead, pulled him into a kiss, a real kiss, nothing like that shy peck.

His lips were moving against Rafe's, his tongue gliding over the other's, opening his mouth. And the sensation was both soft and intense, slow and wild, and Rafe felt a clenching in his chest and noticed his hands were balling into fists, clawing for Barry’s shirt.

Rafe exhaled. And inhaled. But there was no air, only Barry. His tongue pushed into Rafe’s mouth, making him feel something strange, something like an itch going through his body. Rafe couldn’t sit still anymore.

Barry must have noticed. He broke the kiss, but kept holding Rafe's face with both his hands.

“This okay?” The dark-haired man whispered. “You want this, right?”

Rafe licked his lips. Barry tasted raw, his lips felt rougher, his stubble had been scratching his skin, and yet it felt so much softer, gentler. There was no rush. But something else, something even more urgent in his touch.

Rafe tried to nod, which was impossible with those hands holding his face.

“Yeah,” he said in a croaky voice.

And Barry flashed a grin. One hand at the back of Rafe’s head, as if to both hold his head in place, while he kissed him again, and also to make sure that Rafe didn’t bump his head anywhere, as he leaned down and pushed him down to lie on his back on the couch. Barry was on top of him, his body moving against his. Rafe reacted on instinct, writhing up, only to be pushed down by a grinning Barry, who bit into his bottom lip. The unexpected pain making Rafe groan and curse. And Barry chuckled, not leaving those lips alone. His tongue caressing over the spot, before it slid between Rafe's lips to conquer his mouth again. Barry was both gentle and commanding, pushing and tugging, caressing and petting.

Rafe’s hands moved under Barry's loose shirt, feeling his hard muscles flex.

Barry sat up, quickly got rid off his shirt.

Rafe gazed up at him. Like he was stunned. Only able to breathe and not think and not move.

“Don’t be shy now,” Barry spoke softly, a smile on his lips. He took Rafe’s hands, placed them on his chest. Rafe's breath hitched when he felt the other's warm skin under his touch, when he felt those muscles tense up and relax as his hands explored, and then he held and grabbed.

Barry’s mouth found his again, kissing him, tasting him, devouring him. Rafe’s lips burning, his breathing got harder and harder, he felt hotter and hotter, his body squirming and writhing beneath the other's.

As if Barry knew that Rafe felt like burning up, he helped him out of his clothes, touching every inch of skin that he revealed, making Rafe flinch and growl when his fingers grazed over Rafe’s cuts and bruises.

Taking off Rafe’s jeans was quite messy. Being impatient, Rafe started kicking with his legs, but Barry managed to take them off and his briefs too.

“Shit, you’re so beautiful, country club.”

Rafe lay on his back, his legs tucked up. He was too big for the small couch. Barry lifted one of Rafe’s legs over the backrest, so he could kneel between the boy's spread legs.

Rafe felt so incredibly naked, exposed. Aroused.

“Such a pretty boy.” Barry's voice was smooth as his rough hand slowly moved from Rafe's knee, along his inner thigh, making Rafe shiver and whimper, and bite his lips at that embarrassing sound.

He looked up and saw that Barry's eyes were on his face, like he couldn’t stop looking at his face. Rafe felt heat crawling over his skin.

“You’re blushing, baby boy.”

Rafe frowned and Barry chuckled as he lowered his body. Rafe tried to push him away, off of him – a futile half-hearted attempt, because as soon as the man lay on top of him and claimed his mouth in a deep, vigorous kiss, Rafe's arms wrapped around him, his fingers digging into Barry’s muscular back, pulling him closer.

Rafe gasped when he felt the other's hard length urging between his legs, still covered by those shorts.

Barry braced one arm next to Rafe's head and looked down at the boy. Rafe felt his heart racing and he heard his own heavy breathing when he felt Barry's other hand brushing over Rafe’s hard cock. Dark eyes held his blue ones as that hand grabbed his length and began pumping it. Rafe could feel the other's strength in that grip, feel the intensity of the motion, and feel himself getting harder still. The thumb rubbed over his slit, making Rafe moan and instantly press his lips together, but he couldn't really quiet those sounds coming from him. It was like they needed to get out. His own fingers dug deeper into Barry's back, holding onto him.

Barry’s hand appeared between them and Rafe saw the other wet two fingers, before moving that hand between their bodies again.

Rafe’s mouth opened and he let out an involuntary whimper as he felt that hand massaging his balls. He closed his eyes, but somehow felt that Barry was watching him, while he was writhing beneath him. He felt so much, so intensely. Not just where Barry touched him, but how he touched him sent waves of new sensations through his body. And even without clothes now, he felt so hot, he was already breaking a sweat.

Cool fingers touched his tender muscle and Rafe flinched and his eyes flew open, staring.

“You want this?” Barry whispered, looking at him with those deep brown eyes.

Rafe was breathing heavily, panting, his chest heaving, and he felt so much at once that he was unsure whether it was still his own body that felt all those sensations.

A fingertip was circling his hole that twitched and tingled in response. Never had he been touched there. Never had he felt like this. Never had he felt so much all at once. And he had given up trying to make sense of those feelings.

“You want me to fuck you?” Barry's voice no longer a whisper, he spoke clearly, firmly and looked at Rafe with intent.

Rafe wetted his lips, his nostrils flared.

Barry waited, his face so calm despite those storms in his eyes.

“Yes.”

To his own ears, Rafe’s voice sounded much clearer than he would have deemed possible in this situation.

Having said that one crucial word, Rafe’s whole body tensed up, he pressed his eyes shut and tried to brace himself for what would happen. Tried to be ready for the unknown pain that would come. But he just felt Barry's warm breath on his face, then his lips touch his as he kissed Rafe again, tenderly, while his hand massaged his cock, as if making sure that Rafe was still down for this.

Barry's cock was still in his shorts, rubbing against Rafe's thigh, and Rafe could feel how big it was. He felt itchy, he felt needy, and his body started to move again, move up, move against the other's.

Those lips left his mouth and he exhaled an almost desperate breath of air. His hips buckled, but that finger was gone too. Rafe's eyelids fluttered open. He felt dizzy and so very hot. He could hardly see Barry's features above him. He heard his own breathing so loud, he could hardly understand Barry's words.

“Gonna need some lube and a condom. You’re too delicate, baby boy, gonna do you right.”

A small kiss was placed on the corner of Rafe's gaping mouth. Then Barry got up and left Rafe alone on the couch, sweaty, hard, and so hot. His legs still spread apart, and somehow he thought he could still feel the weight of the other's body pressing down on him, even though Barry was already gone to the bedroom.

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Barry walked into his bedroom, grinning so widely hit hurt.

“Damn,” he mumbled to himself as he opened a drawer. The boy was so goddamn beautiful and he was waiting for him naked, on his couch. He'd dreamed about it – too often maybe, and right now he couldn't really believe his luck. He would fuck Rafe Cameron, the boy would be his tonight.

He returned to the living room, still excited, still fully aroused, so hard for that boy – when he heard Rafe's sobbing.

Rafe sat on the couch, his too long legs drawn close to his beautiful naked body, hunched over, his face pressed into his palms. His dirty blond bangs framing the face he was hiding. The boy was crying so hard, his whole body was shaking.

Barry quickly walked over to him, put lube and condom on the coffee table, sat down next to Rafe and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. Rafe tried to fight him off, but Barry was stronger, holding him in his arms firmly – safely.

The boy's head rested at his chest, he felt Rafe's hands grabbing at his sides, holding onto him. The sobbing turned into a screaming, muffled as Rafe pressed his face against Barry's chest. And Barry could feel that scream, could feel that trembling and shaking resonate in his own bones as he held him closer.

“It will be alright,” Barry whispered, unsure if Rafe could even hear his words with his own violent crying.

He felt Rafe's teeth against his skin, felt his hot breath, his wet tears and spit, his body shaking in his tight embrace.

“Why… so wrong…” Unintelligible words came from Rafe when the screaming had stopped. Barry didn't understand them, but he didn't ask. He let the boy be. Let him cry, let him ramble, let him cling to his body.

When Rafe finally got calmer, Barry's hands cautiously moved over the trembling body, gently brushing over his sweaty hair, caressing his naked back.

It seemed like hours they sat like this, Barry holding Rafe in his arms, and Rafe holding onto him fiercely, sobbing, mumbling. Rafe must have been drifting off to sleep as his grip loosened and the sobbing faded.

Careful not to wake him, Barry lay down with the boy, holding him in his arms, letting him rest on his chest, Rafe’s legs curled up, as if the boy was trying to be smaller than he was.

The couch was too small for them both and it was damn uncomfortable, but Barry fell asleep after a while too, not letting go off the boy in arms.

When he woke up from the early morning sun light shining into his face, his back hurt. Barry stretched his arms and yawned. His hands touched his chest, feeling the wet film Rafe had left. He opened his eyes, looked around. The room was empty. He sat up and listened, and for a moment he dared to wonder if maybe Rafe was in the bathroom, or in the kitchen, fighting with the coffeemaker to get it to work.

Barry ran his hand over his face and inhaled deeply.

He knew without checking the other rooms of his home. Only Barry's shirt was lying on the floor. He picked it up and put it on as he got up.

Rafe was gone.

[annekelovesreading]

Rafe's girlfriend who loves to tease Barry

[keyh0use]

Ward's voice cuts through the charged atmosphere like a knife through warm butter, only less pleasant. Conversations momentarily pause as guests follow the sound, curious eyes landing on the Cameron patriarch before seeking out Rafe in the crowd, standing frozen beside his small group of friends. "I'll be right back," mumbles Rafe, addressed directly to Barry. The dealer gives a bored nod. "Yup, be waitin' on ya'," he says. Without further notice, Rafe swiftly leaves the circle to join his waiting father, shaking hands with older businessmen while effortlessly slipping into conversation with them. "Really?" Topper asks in disbelief, brows drawn and forehead creased as he watches Barry watch Rafe.

Barry takes a sip of the expensive alcohol he's been nursing for the last half hour, cringing once more at the bitter taste. "Don't know what you're on about," he answers.

Both kooks turn to face one another in sync, the blonde's hand curled around Kelce's wrist. "I must leave you, my love," professes Topper dramatically, giving his friend a sickeningly sweet look, all wide-eyed.

"I'll await your return with bated breath, my sweet prince." Kelce caresses Topper's cheek with his knuckles, before whispering scene, the two turning back to face barry.

"That's what you and Rafe sound like to us," informs Topper.

Barry hisses, "Like hell—"

"Just admit you're in love with Rafe, you should feel proud you might have a smidgen of a chance to date up," Topper continues, cutting the other man off without care. "Shut up," snaps Barry, head on a swivel as he scans the crowd for any obvious eavesdroppers. Kelce interrupts the inevitable bickering bound to follow to say, "I kinda agree, bro. Not with the classist comment—Topper—but maybe you could...oh, I don't know, give Rafe a hint, at least." "Nah, told y'all already to cut that shit out," Barry firmly replies, jaw tensing as he repeats the same pathetic truth for the dozenth time: "He don't feel that way 'bout me, aight?" Topper's laugh is obnoxious and explosive, taking both men off guard. "Is that what you think? I mean, really?"

"Dude," Kelce chides quietly, elbowing his friend in the ribs.

"Oh right." The blonde rubs at the sore spot with a grimace before fixing his attention back on Barry, sarcastically saying, "Rafe feels completely normal about you."

The dealer grapples for a response, rolling the now empty glass between fingers by the long stem. Confessing how he feels has been a topic of discussion with the annoying kooks for several months now, the two hounding him on Rafe's boat or in some obscure corner at a house party the moment he's left alone, like little well-dressed vultures.

Usually it's tolerable, sometimes even amusing but right now, surrounded by wealthy families and Rafe's whole damn family—Barry's tailored suit starts to feel too tight, the collar choking him out and sweat collecting in warm spots.

Barry's startled out of his thoughts by an arm being slung over his shoulders.

"Hey," Rafe greets his friends first, then tilts his chin down to talk to Barry. "Hey, so that fucking sucked. Told dad we were just leaving before he called me over, so we're good to go, if you wanna..."

"Yeah. Yup, let's get outta here," Barry answers immediately, not bothering to say goodbye to Topper and Kelce before dragging his boy towards the front entrance to gather their coats.

Once Barry and Rafe are out of earshot, Topper turns to grab Kelce by the front of his purple button-up. "This will never end! They're going to pine over one another forever and we'll have to listen to it," he complains.

"I know, buddy, I want Rafe to be happy too."

"What? No, that's not it," Topper dismisses. "I just don't want to be trapped with Rafe out on the ocean, listening to him drunkenly drone on and on about what he wants to do to Barry's face again. Here's a hint: it got progressively less PG the more he drank."