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[f1nalboys]

100 random dialog prompts (If you're still doing it)

18. Randy.

I need him being a loser boy keeping a pic of reader he uh...uses 🥴

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Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

“Is that a picture of me?!”

“It’s not what it looks like!”

Randy could die. One second his hand is wrapped around his cock, his head tilted to the side as he stares at the worn polaroid in his hand, and the next you’re standing in his doorway with a shocked look on your face. The photo had slipped out of his hand as he struggled to cover himself with his blanket and it had floated gracefully onto the floor in front of you, your wide smile front and center before your very feet. “I-It’s not, listen, I know how this looks-” He stumbles over his words, his cock painfully hard, twitching under the covers as he stares you down. 

You bend down and pick up the photo, looking back at him and cocking an eyebrow before holding it out to him between your thumb and pointer. “Well, it looks like this is a photo you took of me at your party last month.” You say, and he grimaces. His face is bright red, his freckled shoulders are hunched towards his pink ears, and he can barely make eye contact with you. “And it looks like you were jerking off.” You continue, and Randy’s eyebrows twitch together; you don’t sound angry. You should be angry. “And it looks like you were jerking off to the photo of me.”

“Ok… so it might look exactly like that…” He admits with a nervous laugh, watching as you walk towards him. “Look, Y/N, I am so sorry, seriously! I-I’ve never even done something like that before, I don’t know what came over me!” Randy’s eyes widen, his nose turning a shade darker as you grab ahold of the thin blanket he had thrown over his lap when you walked in, tossing it back. His cock is still hard, the tip leaking pathetically, and he goes to cover himself. “What are you- oh fuck.” 

His voice cracks slightly as you wrap your hand around his cock, a grin on your face as you sit on the edge of his bed. “Oh, I’m sure that’s true.” You say sarcastically as you begin to stroke him, setting a steady pace, using his precum as lube. Randy’s hips are bucking up into your tight fist, steady and low moans falling past his swollen lips, his eyes darting between your hand and your face, completely at your mercy. “I’m sure you’ve never done that before. Never came home after hanging out with me and came over the picture,” 

Randy lets out a whimper. You were teasing him, calling him out on the lie he had told you once again. “N-never,” he reaffirms, choking on the word as you tighten your grip around him. He’s close already, your hands so soft compared to his. “Oh fuck, don’t stop… please? Please, I’m so close, Y/N.” He whines through his teeth and you can’t help but laugh when his eyes fill up with tears as your hand slows. “No, no! Don’t stop!”

“You lied to me. Tell me the truth and I’ll keep going.”

“I didn’t lie!”

“Randy, tell me the truth or I stop fucking touching you.”

Your words hang heavy in the air and he swallows heavily, looking at you with pleading eyes. When your face doesn’t change and there’s no sign of you cracking. His eyes close, the tear that had been building in his eye sliding down his cheek, as he begins to babble. “Okay, okay, fuck. I…I have done it before, a few times. A lot, honestly. Fuck, every night we hang out, sometimes when we havent seen each other in a while.” 

He’s starting to babble and you want to keep going but you wait, tilting your head at him as he opens his eyes, the words spilling from his lips, desperate to feel your hand move around him again. “I think about you all the time, you know? I can’t help it; even when I try to think about someone else, I… I can’t cum unless it’s you.” He whines, swallowing heavily. “God, fuck, I’m so close, Y/N, please… I-I’m sorry I lied, I shouldn’t have, m’just embarrassed at how fucking turned on you get me. Too fucking beautiful, you know? So fucking sexy, oh god.”

He grunts, his hips jerking upwards just once, urging your hand to move. You grin, leaning in and whispering in his ear. “Let’s see how much you’ve been wanting this then, alright, Ray?”

[2for2long]

pumpkin and mint 💫💫💞

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[beebfreeb]

[mjfass]

New ask game:

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.

[bixels]

Baffled.

[assiraphales]

a five year old had my phone & this is what he searched

[pookapufferfish]

[vmkhoneyy]

“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!

[rooniearts]

POV: you opened tumblr dot com on april 1st 2024

[daisywords]

btw I know ppl on this site go on abt mutuals but if you are someone that shows up in my notes regularly who I don't follow, I do notice and I am fond of you and if you reblog something from me I do think "YES I have pleased the follower with good taste"

[isjasz]

[Day 365 | Ref to Day 1]

And that's a wrap 🪻🥀

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fhksjdkwjw ITS OVER. ITS OVERRRRR I MADE ITTTTT

Screaming and losing it. It only started to feel real as I'm posting this rn HRKSJAKSJLELH. A year... 365 pieces (probably a bit less bc I did post wips?) of desert duo... I would make a collage maybe but its prob a lot of work HJASKDHAHEHW

🫵 @vesperionnox @cherrysherin without u guys I wouldn't have been here <3 This challenge kinda became its own thing at some point, but I didn't forget where I started :D

💥💥💥 AAA I hope you guys enjoyed this challenge as much as I did!! but also WOOOOOOOOOOOOO FREEDOM. I WILL DEF STILL BE DRAWING DESERTDUO THO LOL BUT LETS FREAKING GO ONE YEARRRR

[f1nalboys]

88: "kiss me like you mean it." WITH RANDY PLEASE SOMEONE NEEDS TO TELL THAT MAN TO JUST DO IT

yessss YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im. ok. im normally im cool i had a normal time writing this and i didnt salivate the entire time why do yoou ask??? thank you so much lordddddd >:))) hope u enjoy!!!

randy meeks x gn!reader

88. kiss me like you mean it from this post

Randy was always so respectful. It was what drew you to him in the first place if you’re being honest, and once you two got together officially, the respect never went away, but you always got the sense he was holding back. Or, rather, you were hoping he was holding back; surely the man who you loved and who loved you wouldn’t be so… boring when it came to kissing? He would kiss you with his hands either at his side or on your waist, never trying to push further until you decided to start taking your clothes off and even then he was restrained, almost nervous about going too far. 

“Randy,” you huff, pulling away from him with a pout. The two of you are curled up on your sides in his dorm room bed, the lights off and a movie playing on his small TV. His cheeks are tinged red and his eyebrows stitch together in confusion at you breaking the nice, but slow and lackluster, kiss. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Yeah, of course, what is it?” He asks, ever the gentleman, ready to do whatever it is you need to feel better. His hand snakes around your waist to pull you in a little closer, brushing his nose along your cheek. “Anything, baby, swear.” He whispers against your skin, and you can’t help but smile, running your hand through his hair.

You tug gently, forcing his head back, grinning at the strangled gasp he lets out, and look him in the eyes. “Kiss me like you mean it.” You say softly. “You don’t need to hold back with me.” His eyebrow twitches as he searches your eyes, trying to decide if you really mean it. His cheeks turn a shade darker to match the tips of his ears at being caught, but then you speak again. “I trust you.” 

His resolve breaks. You see his blue eyes darken for a split second before his lips are back on you, his hand coming up to rest on the back of your head, fingers digging into your scalp to push you closer to him. His kiss, normally reserved, is hungry. He wants to devour you whole, body and soul, and you can feel it. It makes you dizzy and when he finally pulls away from you, a small string of saliva connecting your sore lips to his, you’ve been positioned onto your back on the bed, Randy hanging over top of you with a predatory look in his eyes. He leans in, his nose brushing along your warm cheek just like before but now you feel like you’re caught prey being sniffed by a hungry lion, and when he speaks you wonder briefly if you had just let a dangerous animal out of its cage.

“Fuck, I’ve just been dying for you to tell me that, baby.”

[oobbbear]

I want to post this here too because I’ve seen it happen a few times

Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use

[bittsandpieces]

[chamerionwrites]

Also, there is so much hand-wringing over the ethics of BDSM and while obviously it is worth taking care about ...sensation seeking is a thing. Many, many people enjoy eating habanero peppers and/or watching movies that make them cry. The conceptual leap from there to the idea that it's possible for sex to hurt good is a very short one, and sometimes it REALLY is as simple as that.

[soulmvtes]

it's about the small acts of intimacy... forehead kisses, putting jewelry on you, rubbing your hand with their thumb, putting a jacket on you, touching your necklace, running your hands through their hair, wiping away their tears, peeling them an orange, un/zipping their dress, tying their shoelaces, holding hands, removing an eyelash from their cheek, washing their hair, putting an anklet on them, tucking their hair behind their ear, sorting out their collar, untangling their necklaces, drinking out of a cup in their hands