#asking why i'd kiss him if i don't wanna hook up and i said i just wanna have fun?

[sparklingchim]

[cherrygirlfriend]

reader doesn't want bsf!rafe to go out

warnings: smut! MDNI

so timeline-wise this came like early on when they were hooking up SO this is not a continuation to my last fic about bsf!rafe and reader. also, it's based on this meme i posted ... anyway i chopped half my hair off this morning

"come on..." you pouted, tugging on the fabric of his shorts, "just stay here... i wanna be with you."

"you know that i meet up with my friends every wednesday." rafe said with raised eyebrows, looking down at you as you laid on your stomach in his bed, looking up at him with a look that was almost pleading. "baby, i'm sorry, but i already agreed i'd hang out with topper and kelce."

"well, i could come with you guys...?" you said with a hopeful expression on your face, only to be faced with a sigh, "what?"

"it's just that... topper and kelce don't really want to hang out with you."

you let out a soft chuckle, sitting up on his bed and looking at him straight in the eye, "oh really?" the boy simply nodded, and that was when you dug out your phone.

"so, i wonder why topper's been trying to get me to hang out with just him for months now," you said, showing him texts between you and topper, "and kelce has been constantly flirting with me whenever he can?"

rafe looked at the messages between you and topper, and then between you and kelce, before simply looking at you with narrowed eyes. "what?" you asked innocently, but the boy already had hold of your thighs, pushing them apart.

he slid your panties down your legs, giving you his phone. "text them to let them know i can't make it today." rafe said as he started pressing kisses on your inner thighs, a soft laugh leaving your lips as you tried to type out a message, only to be interrupted by a moan that was practically begging to be let out.

rafe was licking up your folds when your shaky fingers finally finished typing out a message to his friends and sending it to their group chat, and you looked down at the blonde boy, a grin on his face as he held your legs apart, "fuck, it looks like i need to show you who you belong to, again."

[submattsmxmmy]

🖤 content warning: 🖤 smut, heavy stepsibling kink, oral (f!receiving), begging, praise/degradation, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, a wink to daddy kink, roughdom!stepbro!chris, brattysub!stepsis

🖤 author's note: 🖤 hiiii it's @ariestrxsh and this is my backup account. as i bring this series to a close, i'd like to say sorry to my mom, sorry to god, and sorry to chris if you ever come across this depraved piece of writing. if you're not into the whole stepsibling kink, please don't read!!! here are parts one and two bc writing about stepbro!chris just once was simply not enough.

🖤 summary: 🖤 chris barges into the bathroom after your shower, and things get hot and steamy.

holdyourbreath part three

"What the fuck's takin' so long?" Chris pounded on the bathroom door with a closed fist, startling you as you stood in front of the mirror in your towel. You rolled your eyes at his impatience. "I'll be out in just a minute!" You yelled, with your mouth full of toothpaste.

"What are ya doing in there? It sounds like you're suckin' dick or somethin'," Chris chuckled through the barrier. You quickly pulled open the door and glared at your stepbrother. "I'm brushing my teeth. Asshole," you said with the toothbrush between your lips.

"What did ya just call me?" Chris asked through clenched teeth, pushing past you with ease and shutting the door behind him. "Hey," you said, spitting into the drain and rinsing out your mouth before you whipped around. "I'm not done in here."

"Y'are now because I need a shower," Chris said, tilting your chin up to look at him. "I still have to do my nightly skin care routine, and I need to shave," you stomped at him, swatting his hand away. He pushed you up against the sink, looked into your eyes, and pulled his shirt off over his head, discarding it onto the tile floor beneath the two of you.

"Why are you bein' such a fuckin' brat?" Chris asked, biting his lip at you and pushing a strand of your freshly washed hair behind your ear. You hated that he was turning you on, but you couldn't hide it from him. A look of desperation seeped through your otherwise unamused expression as your eyes dropped to his pretty mouth.

"You wanna kiss me?" Chris cooed, his lips moving closer to yours, but he stopped about an inch from your face, and you felt his warm breath as he spoke. "I can't kiss ya. You're my stepsister. It wouldn't be right." His lips curled into a devilish smile.

He was like forbidden fruit, and he'd never let you forget it. It's like he was taunting you. He'd stick his cock in every hole you had, but he wouldn't kiss you, because it was too romantic of a gesture. "You're dyin' to know what my lips feel like, aren't you?" Chris whispered, studying the neediness in your pout. You were silent, but your eyes confirmed his suspicion.

"I'm gonna show ya," he sneered at you, ripping your towel off of you, grabbing you by your waist, and setting you on the edge of the granite countertop. He fell to his knees and parted your legs, gazing up at you with his hypnotic stare.

"Tell me how bad ya want it," Chris cooed, spreading you open with his thumbs. "Please, Chris. Please lick it," you whined. "You're so wet," Chris gasped, admiring how turned on you were getting just from him taunting you.

"Please. I wanna know what your mouth feels like," you softly begged him, waiting for to acknowledge your desperation. He gave you a smirked before leaning in and closing the distance between your heat and his mouth, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

He roughly gripped your thighs while he made contact with your wet folds. His tongue lightly grazed your clit, and your whole body jerked at the sensation. His pillow soft lips enveloped your sensitive button, humming against it and extracting a few faint squeals from you.

He skillfully wiggled the tip of his tongue around, speeding up the pace of his licks and exploring your pussy in a way he hadn't yet. He couldn't get enough of your flavor or the way you writhed around beneath the feeling of his velvety mouth.

His movements became more jagged and aggressive while he listened to you softly singing the song of your pleasure, your pretty moans pouring from your lips like thick honey. Your hands traveled to the back of Chris' head, gently combing through his luscious mane of hair and feeling his locks softly pass through the space between your fingers.

His blue eyes gazed up at you, his stare filled with hunger and desire. He lapped up your drenched, intricate folds, drinking from you as if your pussy were a fountain with life-giving properties. You felt that funny feeling in your lower stomach, a sign that you were on the verge of pure bliss.

You arched your back slightly, moving one hand to grip the counter while the other reached for Chris' back. Your nails dragged across his flesh, leaving five, long red marks in their wake.

You had just taken a deep breath and were about to let out an unhindered and final moan before finishing on Chris' tongue when a knock at the bathroom door startled you both. You released your hold on the granite beneath you and threw your palm over your mouth, holding your breath.

"Honey? Are you in there?" Your dad's voice came through, sounding muffled through the barrier. You peered down at Chris wide-eyed, silently begging him to help you out. Chris deviously smiled up at you, remaining silent and continuing to work his tongue in your special place.

You did your best to compose yourself, realizing you were going to have to answer. You slowly removed your trembling hand so you could speak.

"Yes, daddy?" You called out, stabilizing the shakiness in your voice as much as you could. Chris quietly chuckled against your heat, secretly loving hearing you say that word while he was doing something so naughty to you.

"Have you seen your stepbrother?" Your dad wondered. "No, sorry! Haven't!" You exclaimed, keeping your responses short to better conceal what was happening on your side of the door. Your hand flew up and cupped your mouth again to deaden the sounds of the moans that were begging to escape your lips.

"Okay, no problem. Well, I'll let you get back to it!" Your dad responded, not knowing exactly what it was, and he started walking down the hallway back to another part of the house. "Chris! You're so mean," you hissed.

"Ya love it," he moaned against your sweet spot as all ten of your nails scraped against the skin of his shoulder blades again. He started to pull away, but you dug into his flesh even more. "Please don't stop. I'm begging you, Chris," you whimpered.

"Relax. I'm gonna let ya finish this time as long as you're a good girl for me, can ya do that?" Chris asked, glancing up at you. You nodded. He removed your legs from his shoulders, and he stood up.

He tugged down the waistband of his sweatpants, revealing his cock in all its glory, and you stared down longingly at it. He placed it at your entrance, but he didn't put it in yet, and your eyes flickered up at his, silently asking for him to keep going.

"What is it, princess? Ya got somethin' to say?" Chris cooed, teasing your folds with the head while he smirked at you. "Please, Chris," you mumbled, nibbling on your bottom lip. "Please what?" He asked, taking pleasure in your desperation.

"Please put it in," you whined in a needy voice. He obliged, only inserting the tip. "Chris," you hissed, getting fed up with all his teasing. "What is it, princess?" Chris cradled your face, trying to conceal his smug smirk.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and he loved feeling you squirm around as you tried to scoot forward on the counter to take more of him. "Don't go misbehavin' now. Use your words and ask me nicely," Chris sweetly responded, his hands wandering to your hips to hold you still.

"Please, Chris. Put it in all the way," you softly begged him, placing your hands on his chest and feeling his warmth. "Like this?" He asked, suddenly jerking his hips forward and sinking into your drooling hole as you let out a gentle whimper.

You felt disgusted with yourself every time you begged for him to fuck you, but never enough to keep yourself from doing it. You needed him, and he knew it.

You stretched around him as he snugly filled you. His movements were slow, but each thrust was powerful and hard. You felt your walls clench around him, and you hooked your arms underneath his, dragging your nails down his back again as he hit your gspot over and over.

"You're such a fuckin' slut. You can't get enough of me, can ya?" Chris grunted, reading you like a book. You squeezed your legs around Chris' hips, causing his thrusts to hit even deeper, your eyes rolling into the back of your head in response.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, anchoring you in place. He picked up the pace, using faster strokes while you whimpered into his ear. "Ya take my cock like such a good girl," he praised you, his breathing becoming more labored as its warmth hit the right side of your neck.

Chris admired your figure and the curve of your back in the mirror through his hooded eyes as he indulged in the pleasure your body gave him.

"Wonder if your friends would tease ya if they knew how often you think about me like this," Chris chuckled, mounting you while your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders.

"Wonder what my friends would think if I told them how well ya take cock. I bet they'd wanna test it out for themselves. And I bet you'd let them. It's not like you're picky. You'll even take your own stepbrother willingly, hmm?" His voice was thick with lust.

You loved the way he taunted you and degraded you, and for a moment, you thought his words might tip you over the edge. "Wonder what mom and dad would think if they knew what a little whore you are and how desperately you beg for it every time," Chris whispered, his lips tickling your earlobe as he spoke, sending shivers down your spine.

You threw your head back and let out a strangled moan, trying not to make too much noise while you clenched around him. With every stroke, you felt yourself become weaker, unable to hold on much longer. "Chris, please," you softly whined.

"Be a good girl and use your words, hmm? Please, what?" He asked in a sweet, condescending tone. "You know.." you responded quietly. "I can't read your mind, princess. I need ya to tell me. Need ya to beg for it," his lips curled into a smile, knowing you had you in the palm of his hand.

"Please let me finish, Chris," you begged him, started to spasm around his member. "Not so fast, princess. Beg harder," he growled. "Let me cum, Chris. I need it," you pleaded with him, your acrylics clawing down his back as you neared the finish line.

"Not yet. Control yourself like a good girl. Don't cum yet or else you're gonna be in big trouble," he breathlessly told you as he roughly snapped his hips forward, trying to make it hard for you as possible to obey him. "Chris," you hissed, feeling him throb inside of you.

He dismissed you, ignoring your pleas to finish and continued pounding away. You knew you needed to beg harder, but it felt so degrading every time you did, and you were always hoping he would give in before you.

He had a choke hold on you - figuratively and now literally. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around your neck and forced you to look him in the eye. "Be a good girl and beg for it before I don't let ya cum at all," he rasped a few inches from your face. You nodded.

"Please Chris. I'll do anything. Please let me finish," you wailed, desperate tears forming in your eyes. He loved watching you get so needy that you were crying for him, and he almost came at the sight of how pathetic you looked as you begged.

"That's it. Keep goin'," he encouraged you, your legs beginning to tremble around him. "Please. I can't take it. I need it, Chris. I need it so bad. I've been such a good girl for you," you softly whimpered, leaving behind physical marks of your torment in the form of red lines down more areas of his midback.

"You have been a good girl, haven't ya? Ya didn't even talk back to me this time. Ya must want it bad," he purred, his voice saturated with seduction. You hummed, nodding your head in response.

"Why don't ya finish all over my cock, princess? I know ya want to," he looked back at you with glazed over blue eyes, his jaw slacked, and pleasure written on his face. He was just as close as you were.

He reeled you in closer to him, placing his full lips on yours and moaning into your mouth as you finished onto his rod. His tongue gently grazed yours, and when he pulled away from the kiss, he had your bottom lip caught between his teeth, drawing a few drops of blood as he bit down.

You whimpered as your walls fluttered around his throbbing cock. Your orgasm erupted deep within your core, sending ripples of satisfaction through your nervous system.

His pretty sounds filled the room as he pulled out of you and started stroking it with his hand, watching his pearly white substance squirt out of the tip of his twitching cock and making a mess on your glistening pussy that was still clenching around nothing.

"Oh my god. Fuck, that was so hot," he said in a soft, sultry tone as a smile came creeping into his expression as he released his hold around your throat.

"I thought you said you weren't going to kiss me," you replied faintly, blushing and reaching up to brush your fingertips against your lips. "I couldn't help it. Your eyes were beggin' for it," he breathlessly answered you, pulling away and smirking as he cleaned off his cock with his t-shirt.

You closed your legs and hopped off the granite countertop and picked up your towel from off the floor to cover yourself. Once he started to recover from how hard he just came, he felt a stinging sensation on his back, and he turned around in front of the mirror, assessing the pain. He let out an annoyed sigh.

"Such a little slut, aren't ya? Marking me up with your nails? What am I supposed to tell people when they ask where I got these scratches, huh? Tell 'em I got 'em from my stepsister? Jeez, kid. Tell your nail tech to go shorter on the acrylics next time."

[shoezuki]

Sampo has taken him to dozens of planets at this point, massive ships the size of celestial bodies and burnt out stars that have turned lush with discolored plant life over billions of years. Massive, writhing metropolitans and quaint, warm planets with people who gawked at their appearance. He's seen massive astral leviathans' open maws that span galaxies and ingest stars, phantom ships made of wood and bone slice through shimmering fogs. Planets composed of intertwined living beings, made of twisting and layered plant matter, places where the stars speak low sharp words and dance over his closed eyelids and make him dizzy.

But he hasn't take Gepard to his home planet.

Gepard assumed it was inevitable; he had known a while before Sampo had taken him off Jarilo-IV that Sampo wasn't from Belobog. He'd suspected it but been unsure long before Sampo mended him back to health. It was a partially spoken truth now, while Sampo divulged more information about every aspect of the universe to him.

"When are we going to your home planet?" Gepard had asked, openly, one night they spent on a waterlogged planet with specks of land, watching as the ocean jumped up and strange aquatic creatures swam through thick air.

Sampo had scoffed, Gepard watching him stand and look out over the horizon with his arms crossed. "My home planet? Please, no need to go to that lump of rock! Trust me, it's the worst planet out here. I've walked on gas giants and burning sun's that were better than that place."

"You came from it," Gepard said softly, maybe thinking Sampo would understand why there's something clinging on the inner walls of his heart that make him want to see where Sampo came from so bad. "It can't be that horrible then, right?"

Sampo doesn't speak, but he shakes his head. "Do you wanna go out? Do you think we could swim in the water... sky... thing?" He grins and Gepard let's him change the topic, content to follow Sampo.

He doesn't talk about his planet without Gepard pushing him. He doesn't talk much of anything about where he came from, how he grew up, why he apparently spent years jumping across planets long before he ended up in Belobog. Gepard asks, sometimes, when he feels maybe he can coax a response from Sampo. But he always deflects, gives vague or contradictory answers, or only responds with tame non-answers.

Sampo acts as usual; he talks constantly, about little things or memories or stuff he wants to show Gepard. When he's not talking, he's humming, tapping his fingers against the glass control panels of the ship, kicking his foot absentmindedly against his chair with a constant metallic thunkthunkthunkthunk. He always grins wide when he looks at Gepard, sometimes grabbing Gepard by his face and pressing kisses against every inch of skin so rapidly it's almost overwhelming.

Sampo talks to Gepard when he thinks he's asleep. Gepard, every time, pretends not to listen.

"I don't want to take you back."

Their bed is small, more like a cot made for one person. Gepard had offered it to Sampo the first time they'd investigated their stolen ship but Sampo had just laughed and pulled Gepard to lay with him. Every night Sampo holds Gepard, arms locked around him and keeping his head pressed to Sampo's chest, or his own body weight draped over Gepard like a weighted blanket.

Right now, he hooks his chin over Gepard's shoulder, running fingers through his blonde hair, one hand over his side. Sampo's hand ghosts over his ribs, burning through Gepard's shirt, directly over the rough, newly healed scar.

He's quiet, so painfully quiet, and gentle, with his touch faint and entirely for Sampo's own gain. Gepard nearly drifted off, but now he keeps his eyes closed, his breathing soft, hoping Sampo doesn't feel how his heart jumps when Sampo brushes a finger over the shell of his ear.

"I don't want to take you back," he repeats softly, his words dark and low with the confession, "I'd keep you in this... stupid little ship, in the stars with me forever. If I could. If you wanted. Only if you wanted."

Gepard does want it: to keep waking up to nothing but stars and Sampo's sleeping face or exhausted grin; to listen to Sampo drawl on about all the stars and planets and strange celestial lifeforms they pass with knowledge that feels bigger than Sampo himself; to be dragged from planet to planet, Sampo's hand searing new marks into his own palm and finger prints, his excitement electric and tangible.

Gepard does, deep down, want it. He wants Sampo to himself, too. To give himself entirely to Sampo. But a part of him will always be in Belebog. They both know it.

Sampo is quiet, the next morning. More than quiet--he's subdued, faraway, as if locked inside himself. Even when Sampo isn't speaking he's loud, his presence always drawing and begging for Gepard's attention. Now he seems small, curled in on himself in the piloting seat.

"Sampo?" It feels rude, wrong to break the silence with his own voice, but Gepard does. "Are you okay?" Sampo turns his head, barely, to look at Gepard where he stands against the wall. He shoots him just a smile, but says nothing. It makes more concern coil and simmer deep in his gut.

Gepard has no clue where they are now, in the vast impossibility of space. The universe is foreign to him, but Sampo treats it like an old friend, like he knows it intimately. Gepard has let Sampo take the reigns, guide them to wherever he wants to go. It had stressed him out, at first, the lack of knowing, the unfamiliarity of new worlds. But now more than ever, he's content just being with Sampo. He'd go with him anywhere.

Where they are now, though, feels different. The outside space is dark, swirling celestial bodies of black and grey and bloody reds and browns the colour of bruises. The terrain is made up of fragments of comets, rocks, shattered formations and debris. The debris varies from collections of dust to meteors larger than their ship, jagged and broken apart like Qlipoth had shattered them open with his hammer. Gepard sees the metallic glint of wrecked ships, metal shards embedded in rock and flayed among it all.

He hates this place. Gepard doesn't know if it's him, or if it's some sort of cosmic effect, but there's a heaviness pressing on him. Maybe it's something real, tangible, or maybe it's the way Sampo navigates the wreckages and meteors with a stiff ease in his shoulders.

Gepard walks up to him, quiet behind him. He wants to touch Sampo, feel the heat of him against his palms, but for some reason he feels like he can't. Instead he places his hands on the back of Sampo's seat, his fingers barely brushing against Sampo's back.

"Sampo, are you okay? If... if something is the matter, you can tell me--"

"What d'ya think?"

Gepard blinks, finding himself shocked by the weight of Sampo's gaze suddenly on him. His eyes always have a dull quality to them, the shine underneath his pupils gone save for when Gepard whispers against his skin or presses his lips across his face. Now, though, his eyes are dark, all consuming. They absorb the light and snuff it out, making the small ship feel cold. "I... what?"

"This place," Sampo hums, turning back to focus on navigating. His smile is a practised, stiff line. "It's lovely, isn't it? Or do you find it creepy? Messy? I mean, it's a lot of destruction. There's a good reason no one but ol' Sampo comes around here anymore."

Gepard frowns, feeling like Sampo's having a conversation he's not a part of. "What do you mean? What is this place?"

"There used to be a planet," he pauses, making a noise in the back of his throat, "actually, a few planets. Small ones. They'd been under the IPC's control for a looonnng time. Until they abandoned 'em after clearing all the minerals out and leaving the planets hollow."

His mouth is dry, his fingers digging into the back of Sampo's seat harshly. Sampo's voice is light, conversational, like he's explaining one of the allegedly 'boring and lame' planets they'd passed before. "The planets were basically just rocks, before the IPC made them into mining projects and shipped a bunch of people to work away there. They left the workers when the mines dried up.

"Rivet Town looks almost exactly like the mining planets did, back then." He clicks his tongue, shaking his head slightly. "The people who'd scrounged up enough money took off, taking everything they could with them. Mine supervisors left behind their working families and their kids and went back with the IPC while the planets starved slowly."

The ship slows, between asteroids and at the edge of a vast, whirling expanse of debris. It swirls around out and around a burning, black body of... of something, within the center of a shattered planet light years away from them. Gepard stares, and the sight of it burns into his eyes.

"D'you know how Masked Fools recruit people?" Sampo says it with a giggle, not waiting for a response. "Sometimes they just whisk kids away from happy families before they can remember anything. Sometimes people go to the taverns themselves and try and choke down the drinks, but that's not often. Most often, though, the Fools find hopeless, little planets and whisk away orphans seconds before... boom! Planet gone! You never forget the popping noise a collapsing, imploding planet makes."

He cackles, laughter loud and echoing off the metal walls. Gepard's hands are shaking, staring out into the ruined abyss, the remnants of planets and lives and a past Gepard can never, ever see or understand. His eyes burn and his heart aches.

Gepard lunges forward, pressing himself harshly against the chair as he wraps his arms around Sampo. He circles his chest and presses his face into the curve of his neck, holding him so tightly as if Gepard is trying to squeeze Sampo into his very being. Sampo's laughter becomes broken, wet and frantic when Gepard holds him tightly. He shakes under Gepard's tight grip, the shine of tears of Sampo's face as he continues to stare into ruined space. Sampo bites his lip, hard, to stifle himself.

"Come home," Gepard exhales, pressing his words into Sampo's skin, "come home with me. After-- after all this. I don't care how long we're out here or where else we go but please. Please come home with me. I'll copy the key to my apartment. I have enough room in my closet for you. We can--I can buy you wigs and dresses and whatever the fuck you want. Anything."

"Why?" It's a whisper, barely a question. Sampo lifts his hand and grasps the forearm pressed over his chest. "Why?"

"Because Natasha probably still needs your help, and Seele will gut me if you don't return, and Hook without a doubt misses you, and Serval pretends she hates you but still asks me how you are when you text me, and I'm in love with you." He sucks in a breath; saying it always makes him feel airy, lightheaded. "I'm in love with you, and I want you there. Why else?"

There's silence for some moments too long, Sampo still shaky in Gepard's grip. He starts to worry that he's suffocating, that it's too much, but when he tries to pull away Sampo grabs his arms and holds them there, stopping him from moving.

"... but my criminal record's gone," Sampo whines, the faintest bit of humour in his voice. He tilts his head back, eyes still red rimmed when he looks up at Gepard with a searching smile. Gepard, having spent so long with him at this point, knows what he's really saying.

"I'm sure you'll record will be as long as it was before in no time." Gepard grumbles, wrinkling his nose and letting his conflicted feelings into his tone. But he lets it drop away with a sigh, shaking his head and feeling fond. "... as long as you try not to give my Guards too much grief, Koski."

Sampo doesn't say anything, but when he smiles and laughs, when he pokes into Gepard's cheek and says that the Silvermane Captain better not go soft on him, his eyes are shining.

[whatitshouldvebeen]

Johnny Slaughter x Reader housewife request

Cut this down to just the smut, you heathens

Contains: blood, knifeplay, cutting, marking, and smut

You were in the middle of stirring scrambled eggs when you felt a hand slip down the waistband of your shorts, sending a shock shooting down your spine.

"Johnny, I don't get how you're always so quiet," you said, giggling as you felt him press his toned body against yours from behind, his fingers toying with the lace of your black panties.

"Huntin' works better when your prey don't know you're comin'," he whispered against your ear before nipping your earlobe.

"You don't have to hunt me, baby. I'd be as easy to hunt as roadkill," you joked. Johnny smirked against your ear, your statement all too true.

"You're too pretty to be roadkill, babydoll," he rumbled. "I'd make you into a trophy. Hang you in my bedroom so I could look at your beautiful face every night 'fore I fell asleep."

It took some time before you'd gotten used to his fascination with keeping trophies, but the numerous animal heads hanging on your walls showed he wasn't slowing down any time soon. You leaned your weight back against him, enjoying the feel of his bare torso, and smiled as his lips trailed down your neck.

Still, the hardness you felt pressing against your backside proved that the outfit you'd worn to entice him had worked, and your mind was already becoming hazy with lust.

"I been thinkin'," Johnny said, kissing the nape of your neck, "you'd make the most fuckable little housewife."

Your pulse fluttered against his lips. You'd never pushed him for anything; you'd been happy just being his girl. But the word "housewife" made your heart race. He hooked a thumb in your waistband and pulled your shorts and panties down, and his fingers quickly found your already soaked slit.

"Oh yeah?" You gasped as he dipped his fingers inside you. "You think so?"

He murmured an affirmative against your skin while he rocked his hips against your butt. "I know it. What do you think, babydoll? You wanna get married?"

Your lips curled, one of your hands flipping the burners off on the stove before you turned around to face him. His head was cocked to the side, a handsome smile on his face. Your eyes trailed down his bare chest, pausing at each scar, each one telling a different story before looking up into his deep brown eyes. "It's a tempting proposal, but I could use some convincing. Why don't you make me?"

He smiled, but it wasn't friendly. No, it was more like a predator, the type to make your blood run cold.

"Alright, I'll make you, darlin'. If you really want me to, I will."

You felt like a rabbit in a snare, squeezed between his muscular body and the stove, completely at his mercy.

"What'll it be, sugar?" He asked, his hands on your hips, and his eyes trailing down to your cleavage before snapping back up to meet your gaze.

You leaned forward and cupped the bulge in his jeans with one hand.

"Make me."

That was all it took. Johnny's fingers sank into your hips almost painfully as he yanked you against him. "You'll eat those words, darlin'," he growled.

Then he dropped to his knees and pulled your hips against his lips like a man starved. You gripped his wrists while his broad hands cupped your ass, forcing your hips toward him as he burrowed into you.

He always loved eating you out, but this time there was a primal aspect to the way he licked and nipped at your folds. Your fingers entwined in his dark locks as you moaned his name while he traced your entrance, gathering every last drop of your sticky wetness.

Johnny twirled his tongue around your clit and dove in so hard you could feel his teeth against your lips, his tongue curling upward, lifting your hips into his hungry mouth.

Desire dripped down your thighs, mingling with his saliva, while your muscles clenched and shivered. They remained taut, each nerve pulsating with sensation. It felt like an exhilarating marathon, beautiful agony traveling from your thighs to your hips. Moans spilled from your lips, and you tried to draw him closer, but he withdrew.

"This pretty little pussy is mine," he said, his voice low and possessive, before thrusting two fingers into you, making you whimper and tug at his hair. His lips descended upon your clit, nibbling it, sending sparks of both torment and ecstasy throughout your body.

"You're such a slut for me, baby girl." His fingers moved to tease your sweet spot, making your toes curl. "So fucking wet."

He stood, and you whined at the loss of his tormenting touch. His eyes were hungry and dangerous. "You're going to be my pretty little housewife, aren't you, baby?"

You gasped as he pressed against you, his hands on either side of the stove, trapping you.

"I could be," you purred, "but… I'm not entirely convinced."

His gaze darkened. "You're mine," he hissed, a predatory snarl forming at the corner of his lips.

"Prove it," you whispered breathlessly. His pupils dilated, and suddenly, you felt the tip of a blade pressing against the soft skin of your stomach.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you looked up at him. Fear mingled with a strange sense of excitement, sending tingles shooting through you.

"Johnny?" You whispered as your mouth ran dry.

"You ever watch someone die?" He said, more to himself than to you.

You swallowed hard, shaking your head. Johnny had always had a fascination with his Bowie knife, and sometimes you'd glimpse it stained with fresh blood, but he had never wielded it against you—until now.

"You ain't never quite the same after that, lemme tell ya."

Both of your eyes fixed on the blade as he subtly twisted it, drawing a single droplet of blood from your delicate skin. You winced, but you didn't concentrate on the pain as you were enraptured by the intense look on Johnny's face.

With the pad of his thumb, he traced the droplet and brought it to his lips. You were immobilized, watching as his eyes fluttered closed, savoring your essence. A low growl rumbled in his throat, as if your blood were an exquisite ambrosia.

Johnny had given you love bites, sure, but this was the first time he'd purposefully tasted your blood. You could tell he reveled in it, and part of you wondered why he never asked to try it before.

You would have let him, after all. He could've had any and all of you that he desired.

As the unfamiliar tingle of blood leaving your body coursed through you, he picked you up roughly, and your legs wrapped around his hips reflexively. Your blood smeared against his abs, but he didn't seem to mind; in fact, it seemed to arouse him even more as he carried you to your shared bedroom and laid you down like an offering.

Your eyes remained wide, adrenaline surging through you as he unzipped his pants and revealed his gorgeous erection, stroking it hungrily while his eyes devoured your body. He looked at you like a man might admire an ice sculpture, as if he expected that he wouldn't get to admire your beauty much longer.

"Baby?" You asked hesitantly as you tried to sit up in bed.

Something sinister sparked behind his eyes, and he left the room briefly, returning with a handful of rope. "Oh, you ain't getting away. I'm keeping you," he snarled, then knelt on the bed beside you, tying your wrists together and then to the bedpost with ease.

A rush surged behind your ears as he immobilized you, leaving only your legs free, trembling with both arousal and fear.

How did he know how to handle the rope like that? He'd never tied you up before, but the way he did it so effortlessly spoke of practiced experience. You'd always felt that Johnny was hiding something from you, and you had a suspicion it was directly related to his ability to make you feel absolutely helpless.

But what Johnny didn't know was, some part of you had been waiting for this. You were more soaked than you could ever remember being before, and the unadulterated bloodlust he exuded was intensely alluring.

"You ain't going anywhere," he growled, his eyes ablaze with an intensity you had never witnessed before. Your blood gleamed on his torso, and every sinew of his body appeared tightly wound, poised for imminent action. "Ready to meet the Bad Man?"

"The Bad Man from your dreams?" You let out a trembling whimper. Now, this was the figure you'd only encountered in Johnny's waking nightmares. Those harrowing nights when he'd awaken in terror, locked in a life-and-death struggle with an invisible foe. Those nights when he shielded you with his body even in slumber, and upon waking, he remained unconvinced of your safety for days upon days.

"Darlin', he's all too real," he murmured, his words dripping with a chilling anticipation. With deliberate slowness, he drew nearer, his eyes locked onto yours. When his face finally met yours, he seized your head and tilted it to the side, trailing his tongue from your collarbone to your ear, where he clamped down with savage intensity. A sharp cry escaped your lips as he pressed his body flush against yours, the taste of fresh blood flooding his ravenous mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned as he ground his hips against your stomach, his length squeezed between you both. Tears welled in your eyes, but you felt more alive than you'd ever felt before.

"Johnny," you whimpered as he continued to suck your earlobe.

"You wanted this, darlin'," he said with a chilling laugh.

You bit your lip. "I-I'm not asking you to stop."

And, for some reason, that gave him pause.

"Really?" He asked, pulling back. His lips were bloodstained, but that wildfire that had consumed him was simmering behind his gaze as he regarded you with equal parts possession and hunger.

You nodded. "Yes, really. I always knew there was something you were hiding. I want you to know I love you. All of you, Johnny," you said, even as your body shook. "And," you let your wrists go slack, "I like being claimed by you like this."

Something in Johnny shifted then. It was almost too much, the flood of emotions that swept over him, and he didn't realize it, but you felt his tears splatter against your skin.

"I love you more," he said, his voice barely a whisper. You'd heard him say it before, especially during sex, but this was different. It sent chills rippling through you. And when his aching cock slid into your wetness, you both gasped in pure ecstasy.

He gripped your thighs, pulling you against him, and groaned deeply. You felt so good that he couldn't help but pick up the pace, driving into you with a fervor. All your nerve endings coiled and tensed, already hypersensitive, and you wrapped your legs around his powerful hips in euphoria.

"I'm gonna make sure you ain't never forget who owns you," he said, and you mewled in response as he withdrew from you and reached to the bedside table, taking his knife in hand. You caught your reflection in the silver blade, your skin flushed, your lips parted and panting. You couldn't wait to see what he'd do.

Johnny used two fingers to gently circle your clit, keeping you on edge as he traced the tip of the knife between your breasts, down your belly, and to your hip where he'd marked you earlier. His motions slowed to allow him better control, and he pressed the tip of the blade into your skin again, a little deeper than before.

You winced but didn't move as he etched into your skin. Your body was screaming to have him back inside you, and his slow circles on your clit were driving you mad with desire. Pain was indistinguishable from pleasure as he carved your skin like an artist working on a masterpiece. When he finished, he dipped his head and ran his tongue along the marks he'd made. When he withdrew his tongue, you caught the small JS he'd carved just above your hip before blood obscured it.

"Mine," he said once more, and this time, you didn't argue. After all, no one else had their initials etched into your flesh.

Johnny continued to play with your clit as he positioned himself at your entrance before pushing into you again. You'd submitted to him before, but this time was different. This time, you felt nothing but pure bliss. You were his, it could no longer be denied, nor would you ever want to deny it.

The resounding slap of his balls colliding with your sopping wetness was lewd enough to make your mind spin, or perhaps it was the blood loss, but either way, you felt light-headed and airy under his command. One hand moved to cup your breast while the other continued to assist his cock in driving you to the brink.

"Are you going to be my perfect little housewife?" He asked, pressing his forehead against yours as he thrust deeply into you. You could see two sides to him, the vicious and the docile, in harmony in his rapturous gaze.

"I will," you conceded, your breaths coming in sharp pants while he pistoned into your exquisitely viscous core.

"Cum for me, babydoll," he commanded. The tension that had been building since the moment he approached you sprung loose, and you climaxed hard around his throbbing length. With a guttural groan and a final, deep thrust, you felt his climax paint your inner walls before he collapsed on top of you, completely spent.

You wanted to wrap your arms around him, but they were still tied to the bedposts, so instead, you kept your legs locked around his hips and nuzzled your cheek against the top of his head. He looked up at you with the same smile that had melted your heart the first day you met him.

"Thank you, babydoll. Thank you."

[thebisexualdogdad]

fic where y/n is kinda like green arrow and he’s hooking up with donna

Donna Troy x Male!reader

● you're the resident archer of the titans

● you had known Donna since you were a teenager and it was purely platonic until 6 months ago

● Oliver always teased that you and Donna would end up together one day

● and you were certainly not going to let him know he was right

● the first time you hooked up you guys were alone in the titans tower

● and a couple of beers later you were waking up naked in her bed

● "so we…"

● "yep"

● "cool"

● "that's all you're gonna say?"

● "what do you want me to say? Thanks for the sex? I enjoyed eating you out and I'd like to do it again sometime?"

● "Diana's right you really are just like Oliver"

● "that might be the meanest thing you've ever said to me"

● Dawn is the first one to figure out you're sleeping together when one morning she goes to Donna's room to talk to her and finds her trying to sneak out of your room instead

● "Really Donna, you're hooking up with Y/N?"

● "yeah I know he's annoying but the sex is really great, like really great"

● "give me all the details"

● lucky for you not everyone on the team is so quick to figure it out

● Gar is walking down the hallway with his arms full of gaming snacks for him and Connor when it's your turn to be caught leaving Donna's room

● "Hey Y/N what's up?"

● "Oh nothing… Donna was just… helping me fix my compound bow"

● "where is your bow?"

● "uhhh I forgot it… that's why I'm going back to my room… to get it"

● "Okay have fun fixing your bow"

● the sex really is great

● especially when you and Donna were bickering on a mission and it leads to very passionate hate sex

● but thanks to her Amazonian stamina you can barely keep up with her

● "come on Y/N don't tell me you're tapping out early"

● "early?? We've been having sex for three hours already!"

● Donna loves that the only thing that can shut you up is telling you to use your mouth for something more useful and go down on her

● Oliver trained you to be disciplined, meticulous and attentive which you apply to every aspect of your life and Donna highly benefits from it

● she will drag you back to bed when you're walking around your room in nothing but gray sweatpants, bulge on full display for her

● you pick up on this and start walking around the tower like that just to turn her on much to your teammates display

● Jason "dude put that thing away"

● "no idea what you're talking about Todd"

● Donna "Y/N can I have a word with you… in private"

● she gets you back by only wearing your shirts

● and again she benefits from this because it gives you perfect access to eat her out

● you and Donna often fight for dominance

● though you usually end up letting her top you because it's incredibly hot when she's in control

● especially when she uses her lasso to tie your hands above your head while she rides you

● you finally go official after you accidentally use the g word when fighting onomatopoeia

● "hands off my girlfriend you literary creep"

● *later after the fight while shes patching you up* "you know you called me your girlfriend back there"

● "yeah I guess I did"

● "this is the part where you're supposed to ask me to be your girlfriend you idiot"

● "Oh, hey you wanna be my girlfriend?"

● "I hate that I'm saying yes"

● she kisses you and you pick her up, carrying her to your bed

● soon you tell Dinah about your relationship who then tells Oliver and he calls you just to gloat that he was right

● "I told you kid, you and Donna were always meant to end up together"

● "I'm hanging up the phone and blocking your number Oliver"

[tomssexdoll]

Secret PT.2

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF SYPNOSIS: After Y/N, Tom and Bill go home, Tom has a talk with y/n, about how he acted, why he did and to confess his true feelings. A/N: make sure you read pt1 to know what's going on in this

I smiled back, placing my hand on his, intertwining our fingers. As we got home Bill headed straight to bed, drunk and tired.

Me and Tom just slowly made our way to his bedroom, I sat down on his bed, him hovering over me, cupping my cheeks. "You're so beautiful, so angelic" he smiled, peppering kisses on my cheeks. I chuckled "well before I was ugly to you wasn't I?" he rolled his eyes "you know I didn't mean what I was saying, if I thought you were so ugly why would we be where we are right now" he crossed his arms.

I sighed "i'm joking Tom, come lay down with me" I crawled into the bed, laying on my side, Tom also doing the same thing. He pulled me closer to him, his beautiful brown eyes staring into mine. I admired his features, his beautiful lips, nose, ears, eyebrows and oh my god his jawline. His jawline could make me cum within a matter of seconds.

He held me close, kissing my forehead. "So tell me, why did you change after puberty? We were so close and then you just became a monster" I frowned "I-" he hesitated "I don't know..I guess I realised my feelings for you and was just scared, being 13 and in love with my childhood best friend was terrifying, I just thought acting bitter and distancing myself would just make my feelings vanish" he sighed, stroking my hair softly.

I smiled "that's so cute, it only took, what, 7 years to confess your true feelings?" he chuckled and hit my arm playfully "shut up, don't remind me."

"What made you do what you did tonight? I mean you've kept it up for that long why break now?" I said, curiosity in my tone, "just, the way you were dancing with that guy made me so fucking angry, I wanted so badly for it to be me, I can't stand seeing you with other guys, even when we were younger and I saw you at parties, I would get so angry I would fight literally anyone I saw" he scratched his neck, a little embarassed.

"Really? I wondered why you always got into stupid fights" I giggled and continued "I mean i've always liked you, ever since we were like 5, even when I got boyfriends in the past, which you never approved of, I always just thought of you"

He smiled like an idiot, a huge grin on his face "reallyyyy? So all that protectiveness was for nothing?" he whined jokingly "oh shut up Tom, at least you have me now" I giggled and kissed him.

"But y/n, I do like you, like A LOT, literally ask Bill, he can sit for hours and tell you how I would never shut up about you" him saying that made my heart put back all the broken pieces together. All the years I had been heartbroken from his mean and kniving words were just solved with that sentance.

"I honestly can't imagine myself with anyone else, it's always been you, did you not notice all the girls I'd hook up with would always look very similar to you" I thought about it and realised what he said was true, literally any girl I saw him sneak into his house or run off with at a party looked so similar to me, but it didn't hint anything to me back then, I was very naive.

"What do you even like about me?" I said, his eyes widened as if he was offended. "What do I not like about you? I love every little thing you do, the way you eat, the way you sleep, the way you walk, the way you laugh, the way you talk, everything you do makes me feel butterflies in my stomach, I literally can't stop thinking about you, you're ALWAYS on my mind."

I chuckled "woahh calm down" he smirked and kissed the top of my head "don't even ask that question again, I'll make you sit here for days while I nit pick everything I love about you."

I nuzzled my head into his chest, getting comfortable. My head slightly hurting from all the alcohol I had before. "You wanna go to sleep prinzessin?" he moved my chin to make me look at him, smiling softly. I nodded and pressed my lips against his, burying my head back into his chest as he held me tightly.

"Goodnight baby, I love you" he whispered, kissing my forehead before turning off the lamp on the bedside table. Both of us falling asleep in each others arms.

I felt complete, like the puzzle piece that was missing for my whole life, the one I had been searching for in many people, for ages was finally found. The answer all along was right in front of me.

E/N: IM CRYING GUYS THIS IS SO CUTE

[bringbacktim]

fwb roommate!schlatt wearing a compression shirt omgogmogomgomg i wanna ride him while he has only the shirt on

I genuinely had to look up what a compression shirt was , but Oh my god I agree wholeheartedly

Gym shirt- Jschlatt

Synopsis above

Warnings: Smut, sex , not edited or proofread , first time smut writing

Word count :985 ( I went way overboard)

Schlatt had just gotten back from a trip to the gym with one of his friends and he was sporting a very flattering black compression shirt that he wears every time cause it helps with blood flow during a workout or whatever, he thought nothing of it it was the shirt he always wore to the gym so why would this time be any different

Well , he could barely get two steps in the door before his (hot) roommate, who he casually hooked up with , launched from the couch and clung to him like a koala

"Someone's excited to see me " he said dropping his bag to his side and holding the underside of her thighs to stabilise the attack

" you're always so mean to me " she laughed peppering kisses along his neck as he gladly let her

" are you going to let me get to the shower or just cling to me forever"

"Is that an invitation?" She asked smugly

" no , I'd be too tempted to drown you" he laughed as she ignored him too turned on by the sight of him in this magnificent shirt

" why don't you skip the shower tonight?" She asked as he finally put her down and she dragged her finger down then front of the shirt , his hands firmly on her hips

" what's got you all turned on tonight ?" He asked knowing it was him but wanting to hear her say it

"You absolutely glistening in that tight shirt , I want to ride you into that couch" she smirked knowing he'd let her

"In just this shirt huh?" He taunted her knowing how hot he was acting (and looking)

"I know there's a condom in that gym bag for when I go with you occasionally" she said reaching down to grab it from the front pocket

"Don't get smart with me broad"

"I can always go the gym and find some other hot shirt wearing guy to fuck if you can't" she tried to tease , but he was smarter than that

"But none of those guys can fuck you like I can and you know that" he said through almost gritted teeth

"Prove it then" she dared him

About 3 seconds after those words left her mouth she was pulled onto his lap as he sat on the couch y/n was watching some random forgotten tv show on before schlatt came home

His trousers had been lost to the new pile of clothes disappearing on the floor , soon after her pajama bottoms also followed

As y/n straddled schlatt she couldn't believe that he had actually agreed to let him ride her in his t-shirt still hot and sweaty from the gym

Quite quickly the room became full of heavy breathes , open mouthed kisses on every inch of skin either of them could reach , but obviously no hickies because then they couldn't sleep with anyone else ( not that either of them wanted to )

Foreplay was out the window as soon as they started making out against the door , there was absolutely no need for it they were both turned on to another dimension at this fantasy

"As much as I love making out with you , can you hurry the fuck up and ride me into this couch like you promised" he said holding her hips firmly and grinding them over his as he hanged his head over the back of the aforementioned couch , shut his eyes, and groaned in pleasure

"If you insist" without even bothering to lift his head from the back of the furniture he could feel that she was hovering above him and lining himself up with her , but had to stop after the first inch and a half due to the absolute size of him

"Fu-fuck always forget how big you are" she whined from on top as she grabbed his shoulders for stability

"They don't call me big guy for nothing toots" he laughed finally looking at her who was now trying to make her way down his dick

A lot of gibberish was spoken and eyes were rolled back as she sat flush down with his hips , balling his shirt in her hands and moaning about how hot he looked in it as he basked in how hot she was

"Don't ever stop wearing this fuck shit shirt " she moaned as their bodies made various slapping noises as their skin connected

"Taking me so well fuck you're so good at this"

"This is going to be the shortest sex we've ever had" she said staring in his eyes as she bounced harder than ever on him as he agreed via moaning louder and more frequently than he had been

"Worth it" schlatt breathlessly said into her ear as she leant her head on his shoulder whining that he was so big and making her feel so good

Y/n's moans went almost too high pitched and deafening when he found her clit and started rubbing it in circles

"Oh fuck do that again" she begged trapping his hand there

"Don't even have to search for it ,can feel you throbbing through my shirt" he rubbed harder and in sloppy circles this time

"Gonna come , gonna come" tears pricked in the corners of her eyes out of pure pleasure and she never wanted it to end

He wasn't far behind her , it was far too hot for him to see his roommate (who he definitely hadn't caught feelings for) bouncing on his cock and crying and whining about how full she was of him and how good he made her feel just because of some gym shirt

"This is going to become my new favourite shirt" he half joked as he leant over the arm of the sofa to grab some tissues and clean her up

"I can agree on that one"

[7nessasaryevils]

And so we begin... Gods I'm terrified... ep 7 of Wandee Goodday: how shall thee fuck me up?

- oh great we starting it right off with fucking cuddling on Yak's chest this is such normal non-boyfriend behaviour 🙄😑

- Yak my darling, if you're looking for psychiatrists, I'd recommend one that isn't a crazed Naga prince hell-bent on revenge on a reincarnated chicken... just saying 🤷🏾‍♀️ - although I am immensely in love that Dee does bring up therapy for Yak 🥹🥹

- them just comforting each other in a physical way that isn't sex... IM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE

- I have never hated a title sequence more than when it came right before I know yak was about to ask for a kiss as his reward 😤😡

- Yak being so fucking comfortable in Dee's space... I hate you both and I'm going to smush your faces together if it's the last thing I do

- WHAT PICTURE WAS THAT MY EYES SUCK!!never mind it was ter now im wishing my brain can unsee it

- yak my darling he loves you I promise!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

- not me barely taking in the fact that Dee kept the picture rather than throwing it out (which... I will shake you for Dee!!) and then getting fucking smacked in the face with the first kiss poster... P'Golf you test me today

- normally I don't condone vandalism but today... YEAH YAK RIP IT

- Kao our king asking the important questions as always! (Psst shake him harder Kao please and thanks)

- Ter... I swear to god you try some shit I will snap you in half (though the sunlight is doing ✨fabulous ✨ things for Pod!) edit: in retrospect that sunlight is literally turning his eyes red P'Golf you actual fucking genius

- me as soon as ter starts speaking

- pfft Cher you absolute king ♥️♥️

-uhhh... is this the weight training equivalent of that pottery scene from Ghost??

- ohhh they're so stupid i wanna die

- Cher and Yak are the mother son relationship I never knew I needed ♥️

- CANDLE LIGHT DINNER

- TER I WILL END YOU

- ohhhh i have a bad feeling about this... but also Dee.. you dumbass put on pants at the very least when you're entering a snake's house!

- this sequence of events is most horrific and terrible and I do not like it

- I'm going to kill Ter. Anyone who stops me... beware my wrath. Yak should've broken his fucking nose.

- also the fact that Ter lives in room 666. HE IS THE DEVIL YOU ARE SO RIGHT

- nooooo yak! Baby!!

- Kao. sir. I'm going to conquer empires in your name! MY KING!!

- the break up episode is meant to be #11 not # 8 what is this?!??

- not the necklace... no please not the necklace

- I hate everything nobody talk to me

- oh cool yak made it hurt even more im going to rip out my eyeballs thanks

- NOT DEE REACHING UP FOR THE NECKLACE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

- the worst the worst the worst I'm in pain

- that's it. That's fucking it. Someone get me Vegas Therapanyakul on the phone right now, I need to order a fucking hi- never mind the idiot doctor fell asleep. My sincerest wish is that Dee knees Ter in the balls as he gets up.

- Taem baby girl what was that??? 😦😦🤨🤨🤨

- sassy english my beloved 🤣🤣

- oh... ohhh no no no no no no- oh what the fuck what the fuck YAK CONCENTRATE BABY

- did i fucking expect the grim reaper? No. And neither did Yak if that right hook was any indication ouch!

- yak and yei fighting... this epsiode really said how can i hurt Nessie today....

- ohhhh fucking fuckity fuck why won't this epsiode let me BREATHE

- yak's face when he see Dee!!!! His teary eyes!!! I ACHE THANKS

- ROOF TOP KISS SCENE MY FUCKING BELOVED IM SO FUCKING OKAY GEWNFUCKINGCHANA 😭😭😭😭

- also throwback to The Sign and their bolster light effect I have never been the same again

- I 'm just gonna die in a corner bye don't look for me I do not exist to any of you

This episode has finally culminated in the kiss we all have been waiting for and I don't know about any of you but I feel the same as I did three years ago watching Bad Buddy. The absolute joy and heartache in me as these boys who so clearly love and care for each other finally acknowledge their feelings.

Next episode is also coming for my existence and I shall keep myself alive until then to regale you all with my incoherent screams ♥️

Until next time! 🥊🩺

[roadkillremi]

Your Dom!Randy smut is killing me in the best way, I need more of it but what if reader is a little bit of a brat (I just need brat tamer Randy for my soul)

Yessss. College Randy is on my mind... So it's gonna be college Randy.

Brat.

Dom!Randy X F!Reader

(^ I imagine this is his face in most of the fic. ^)

MasterList

Summary : Randy and Reader experiment in the bed.

Warning : MINORS DNI, language, mentions Tatum's death, mentions Tom cruises penis, unprotected sex, degraded, praised, tied up, Dom!Randy, name calling ; slut, brat, orgasm denial.

If you liked being called a slut and told what to do in a romantic way this is for you.

In the beginning of Randy and your relationship you were the dominant one. You were Randy's first and helped him navigate how to pleasure you. Over the course of the summer after graduating he had a bit of a glow up. His ego also boosted a bit, which isn't a bad thing for him. But as his ego boosted he wanted to dominate in bed or in general.

In class when you sat by him his hand was on your thigh constantly. He'd sometimes squeeze your thigh giving you a soft smile. You'd smile back at him before returning your attention to class. After class he'd wrap his arm around you, holding you close to him.

"What do you wanna do tonight?" Randy asked as opened the door outside for you. You hummed to yourself, "I heard there's a new diner in town.". Randy nodded, "I don't feel like going out. Is that okay?". You grabbed his hand, "I guess... What do you want to do?".

"We can always watch a movie." He suggested. You gave him a look, "You chose the most stupid movies.". He looked at you a bit offended, "Whoa! Okay Miss. The Craft is good.".

"it is! I know you think it tried to be a horror movie but it's good!" You defended quickly. Randy raised an eyebrow at you, "Sure. Then what movie?".

"nothing with Jamie Lee Curtis tits." You snapped. He laughed under his breath, "why? Jealous?". You rolled your eyes and sat on a bench under a tree.

"No. I just.. don't want you looking at her tits." You explain. He just grins, "sounds like jealousy.". You rolled your eyes, "Well what movie, Mr. I have a superior movie taste.". Randy gave you a look and leaned in closer.

"And you think yours is better? Remember when you'd try to see Tom Cruise's penis in those movies with Tatum?". You smiled at the thought of the memory.

"that was different.. Tatum was.." you trailed off. Randy realized what he said and cupped your cheek.

"Sorry.. I.. I know Tatum was your friend.". You softly smiled, "It's fine. But uh... What movie?".

"Uh.." he leaned back into the bench. You looked up at him, "Black Christmas?..". He nodded, "Sure. It'll do!". You smiled, "your dorm or mine?".

"Paul is studying so yours." Randy got up grabbing your hand. You both walked to your dorm. As you walked into the building other girls looked at the two of and snickered a bit.

"why are they laughing?" Randy whispered. You smirked, "they think we're hooking up.". You unlocked your door letting Randy in, "Sydney's busy so..". Randy laid on your bed, "Mm.. your beds so comfy..".

"that's cause I wash my sheets unlike you." You say with a smug smile as you sit on the edge of the bed. He sits up leaning close to your face.

"you're so mean." He jokes. You smiled and kiss him, "I'm just playing..". He gets up and puts the VHS in the TV. You sit cris cross on the bed watching him. He looked around your side of the room as he waited for the TV to load. His eyes widen as he spits a lacey ribbon poking out the drawer. You also notice it at the same time you get up and shove it in the drawer.

"Sorry- I just...uh. it was something I bought." You rambled. Randy raised his eyebrow and opened the drawer, "Is that?..".

"No." You close the drawer. He glances up at you, "What are you hiding?" He softly laughed.

"Randy it's just something I bought!" You whined.

"then let me see.." he leaned down close to your face. You huffed, "You can't.. laugh..". He smiles, "I'd never laugh.".

"You said that last time!" You crossed your arms. He smiled, "I'm sorry! You asked me to degrade you I was taken a bit back!" He laughed. You gave him a look, "you're laughing right now.".

"okay okay... I'm sorry. I won't laugh." He took a deep breath. You opened the drawer pulling out the ribbon and a rope tying brochure.

"Where'd you find this?.." he grabbed it looking through it. You looked away, "Some friends.. we went to.. a.. uh- bdsm.. store..". Randy looked into your eyes, "Do you like being..tied up?..".

"I don't know.. I just wanted to.. try something new.." you softly said. Randy nodded, "we can do that..". You bit your lip, "are you sure?..".

"Just tell me what you want to try.." Randy leaned against the dresser. You smiled, "Well.. have you ever heard of.. being brat.. in bed..?..". Randy went silent, "You're already a brat-".

"Am not!" You huffed. He stared at you, "oh really?- So that time when you got mad I had to work so you pleased yourself when I asked you not to? Oh! Or just an hour ago trying to pick a movie?". You went silent your face going pink, "Exactly." Randy whispered.

"That's different." You sat on your bed crossing your arms. Randy sighed walking towards you, "Sorry. Fine.. you're not a brat.". You stare at him, "well when you say it like that.." you complain. He grinned, "You're doing it now, baby.".

"Fine. Whatever! I just wanna try it.. officially.". You roll your eyes. Randy leaned down, "Well not with that attitude.".

Your stomach knotted, he already began. You shifted back some, "I mean.. we don't have to.." Randy added. He fiddled with the ribbon in his hand.

"I wanna try.." you say softly. He smiles and squats down to eye level. You observe the features of his face. His lips parted slightly twisting to a smile.

"Good." He grabs the remote and plays the movie.

"Background noise-" he explains putting the remote down. He proceeds to close the curtains and looks back at you and wiggles his eyebrows. You roll your eyes and smile. He walks over and playfully takes off his jacket tossing it.

"You're so stupid.." you whisper. He smiles, "you enjoy it.." he proceeds to crawl on top of you laying you down. You kissed him running your hands through his short hair. He leans up and grabs the ribbon from the night stand.

"Is tying up crossing a boundary?" He asked . You look up at him, "No. It's alright.". He nods, "Making sure.". He leans down to kiss you, you grab onto him wrapping your arms around his neck. He grabs your arms taking it off him. Your eyes widen, "Why'd you do that?".

"Because I can." He smiled. You knitted your eyebrows together and reached for him. He grabbed your wrist, "Touch me again. I'll tie your pretty little wrist up.". He kissed your hand before placing it down. You scoffed causing him to raise his eyebrow.

"Something you wanna add?" He asked leaning back.

"I... I just think it's amusing. Before college you wouldn't dare do this. Hell you were practically addicted to my boobs!" You smirked. Randy blankly stared at you, you smiled.

"Come on. You used to beg me to give you head... Why would I follow your orders?" You sat up leaning towards him. He looked down at you, he then grinned.

"Yeah. That's true. But who also begged for my dick that one day? You were so needy... You called me from work begging me to come to your house." He leaned forward placing his arms on the side of your body.

"I mean even the night after prom. You practically were cock drunk. You wanted me to keep going and going.." he smiled gently kissing your neck.

"Even now.. I bet you're so heated up.." he glances up at you. You close your legs together, "You wish-" you mumbled. He leaned back up, "Oh so you're not?..".

He slid your shorts and underwear down in one motion. He parted your legs open looking down at your heat. He smiled, "Mm.. you are enjoying this.". You tried to close your legs back but held your thighs tightly.

"You're really close to being tied up." He warned. You gave him a look, "You couldn't even do it... Not with that flimsy thing.". You nodded towards the ribbon, he looked down at it.

"You're right." He said standing up. He unbuckled his belt and slid it off his pants. He grabbed it walking to the side of the bed frame.

"This will do." He smiled grabbing your wrists. You tried to yank your wrists away from him. He held them tightly as he put his knee gently on your hip. He tightly your wrists to the bedframe. He yanked the belt to check it, he got up and looked down at you.

"Don't think I can do it?" He smiled. You closed your legs and stared up at him. He smirked, "So pathetic." He hummed. You huffed, "I'm not pathetic..". He grinned, "Of course not. You're just tied up like a toy.".

"I am not your toy." You spat. He sat down on your bed, "So what are you then?". You went silent staring up at him. He opened your legs back up smiling down at you. He unzipped his jeans taking himself out. He smiled and put your legs on his left shoulder. He thrust himself between your thighs slightly going through your folds. You whined looking up at him, "What is it?" He asked.

"Stop teasing." You mumbled. He smiled, "Oh like you don't tease me." He continued to fuck your thighs. You pushed your hips towards him wanting more. He stopped and gripped your hips pushing them down.

"Now you want me to use you? What do you want, huh? Stop acting like a little slut." Randy smiled. You whined leaning back, "not a slut" you whispered. He grinned, "Sure.".

"What is it you want?" He added. You looked away from him, he grabbed your chin making you look at him.

"What is it?" He asked again, this time more stern. You sighed, "I.. I want you.".

"I know that. What exactly do you want?" He smiled. You pulled on your wrists, "to untie me.".

"Not a chance." Randy said quickly. You whined, "I want.. I want you to fuck me.". He tilted his head, "Please?" He implied for you to say.

"you don't have to say please to me." You smiled. Randy grabbed your jaw, "Don't act like I won't leave you here with a vibrator tied to your clit. No matter how overstimulated you get. I'll leave before Sydney finds you all tied up. How does that sound?". Your eyes widen, "Y-you wouldn't..". Randy got up grabbing your vibrator from a drawer.

"I would." He smiled turning it on. You shook your head, "Please don't.". He turned it off and placed it on the bed. Randy sat back on the bed and parted your legs.

"Done being brat?" He asked glancing up.

"I guess.. for now." You say with a grin. He leaned over your body, your face inches away from each other.

"Are. You. Done?"

"..Yeah." you whisper. He looked at your face a bit confused, " 'yeah'?".

"Yes, Randy." You whisper softly. He gave you a quick peck before sitting up.

"Good.." he watched your body stiffen waiting for the 'good girl'. He just grinned and rubbed his finger along your folds.

"So wet.. all for me?" He smiled. You gave him a look, "No it's for Tom Cruise.". Randy returned you a look and turned on the vibrator.

"I'm joking!" You quickly shouted. He turned it off and laid on his stomach. He softly kissed your lower abdomen.

"you have such a cute stomach.." he mumbled as he kissed it. You watched him and slowly wrapped your legs around his upper torso. He smiled moving your legs, he placed your thighs on his shoulder. He parted your folds with his tongue. He dragged it through while looking up at you. You shivered at the feeling, he buried his face into you. His tongue entered and swirled around. Soon his fingers joined, he reached for your vibrator turning it on and laying it on your clit. It all became too much for you to handle. Your body tensed up and your legs tightened around him, he stopped and sat up. You whined loudly, he smiled and turned the vibrator off.

"N-no.." you breathed heavily. He looked down at your body, "Yes.".

"I.. I didn't even come.." you complained. He smiled, "poor thing.". You glared at him, "That's not gonna help you." He smirked.

"please Randy." You mumbled. He blankly looked at you, "I don't fuck brats.". A whimper left your lips, "I'm..I'm not a brat! I'm just needy!" You shouted. Randy just stared at you, "If you wanna be fucked so bad. Learn to shut the fuck up.". You huffed, "Sorry." You whispered.

"Hm? What'd you say?" He leaned in. You stared at him, "I said... Sorry-" you groaned. He smiled, "You don't sound sorry.".

"I'm sorry." You say lightly. He smirked, "Good girl.". You yanked your wrists immediately wanting to pounce on him. He laughed, "You like being called a good girl?". You nod, "Well just act like one and you'll be called one." He added. He bites his lip thinking, "I have an idea...".

"what is it?" You ask. He looks at you a bit seriously, "would you be okay with me tying your hands to your knees?". Your face went red, "Yeah..". He smiled and went to your closet pulling out another belt.

"Now if you play your cards right.. you might get exactly what you want.." he whispered as he undid his belt. You shook your wrists letting them relax.

"just tell me when you're ready." He whispers watching you. You move your wrists around and then nod, "Ready.". He kisses your forehead before buckling your wrist to the side of your knee. He went to the other side and did the same. He proceeded to help turn you over on your knees.

"Need a pillow, baby?" He asks, rubbing your back. "No.." you whisper, he goes behind you and rubs your ass gently. You fluttered your eyes closed waiting for him. He slowly thrusted in and didn't move. You tightened around him, "Randy.." you whined.

"Hm?"

"More...".

"Ask nicely." He groaned. You sighed, "Please give me more..". He smiled and continued to thrust. He thrust a decent rhythm watching you move your hips back.

"R-randy?"

"Y-yeah?" He breathed heavily. You smirked, "I need more..". Randy leaned down his hands traveling up your shirt cupping your breasts. He took long thrusts slamming into you every time. You groaned moaning into the bed.

"That's it.. now say you're a filthy brat." He whispered in your ear. You leaned up a bit, "W-wha?". He grabbed your hair pulling it up so your head is by his.

"You heard me.. don't act so innocent." He kissed your neck. You moaned softly, "I'm a filthy.. brat..". He smiled, "Good girl.". He thrusted quickly chasing his release. He finished before you had the chance. He leaned against you breathing heavily. You whined and looked over at him.

"Sorry.. I had to punish you for your attitude somehow." He smiled before kissing your cheek.

[megamindsecretlair]

Ugh. I needed this story today! And you delivered, as usual. I was just gonna comment but it was too long. Comments are definitely out of order like I was taking notes on each page as I turned the book 🫶����… sorry!

Nicky is my new favorite side character!

I am feeling like Joya is personal… who is the inspo?

“if nothing else, he could hustle a dollar from a beggar.” My favorite line 😂😂😂 I’d be so upset to be described like this 😩 What a backhanded compliment 😂😂

Also, I be robbing Peter to pay Paul…. How you get to Paul first?! Spill it!

“I’m her toy for the evening” EXCUSE ME, SIR! 🫠

“Ya’ll ready or not, damn!” The DJ asked. Not this Funk Master Flex ass DJ… or is he one of them Jamaican ones in Brooklyn… hmm, can’t decide. Still, RUDE! 😂 Very accurate though.

Who is the face claim inspo for Lord AK 🤨 I am trying to see if he’s finer than Terry (probably not 😂)

He bypassed your lips to bring his closer to your ear. “I don’t take advantage of drunk women,” he whispered. He licked your neck and you moaned, shivering as if someone dumped a bucket of ice water down your veins. “I like my women sober when they’re riding me.”

WHEW! Just died.

Not the biggest fucking loser on the planet. GIRL, he ain’t say no…. he just said…. like my women sober! STAND UP. DUST YOURSELF. try again…. 🤭

So good.

- xoxo, your east coast stan

PLEAAAAAAAASE I love this. I wish I could send you a cookie (or preferred sweet equivalent)

Im so tickled by this, thank you 🥹 I rarely get asks about the fics. 🤣 never apologize, 😗 I'm beyond thrilled you loved the fic. Seriously, making my whole fn day, night, weekend, next 3 years 🤣🤣🤣 okay, I'll stop being weird. 💃🏽

Please don't gas me up 🤣 like a novel 🫠😗 you deserve all the forehead kisses 😗😗

Joya is me. I am Joya. I'm less organized than she is, but whewwww. I never wanna meet Aaron. Or any celebrity really. I don't need them mfs knowing I exist 💀💀💀🥲 because my anxiety is so bad, id die. Like I'd straight up pass out. And the problem with loving someone like Aaron? He'd be overly sweet about it to. And that'd fn send me beyond the grave fr 🫠 like please juss tell me to fuck off and move on 🥲 (he won't but yeahhhh, I don't want to meet him irl 🫠)

Thats one of my fave lines too 🤣

This is Lord AK. Ik ik. Not as fine as Aaron, but that's my baby fr 😩 Lord AK is from Issa Rae's show called Rap Sh!t. I was so excited to see him on there, so fn sweet. And yeah. Well. Im not gonna spoil it chuz I choked when I saw it and damn near cried even though it was all fictional. His character in the show was based on a real singer that hurt himself.

The fic wouldve crossed the 10k mark if I went into why she felt like a loser lol. But I figured, she is still a person behind the persona. Everyone thinks she's cool, confident, and can get any man she want. She needed liquid courage to even give him a lap dance. That was her version of shooting her shot 🤣 chuz its not like she can join a dating app or hook up with anyone in the industry chuz baby girl wants something real. So she takes that shot only for him to curve her. (Chuz she didnt use her big girl words) So she took the easy way out. And it only reinforced how alone she is.

I had so much fun answering this, thank you 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Lol they really skipped the dating and went right to exes LOL

I'm so glad you like the long asks!!!!! :3 I don't wanna fixate on Igor and Snape for too long bc Ik that can get sort of boring and maybe irritating and totally don't want to do that to you but ummmm

1st of idk if you see it the same way but I wouldn't be like,,,, jaw on the floor if Snape was a flustered little loser LOL so I idkidk I just think Igor would take advantage of that. Idk I think you were spoton with "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad you little man" heehee but Ik you do fanfic requests... So ... Idk you totally 100% don't have to do it if you don't want to but Idk I'd love to see a fic of it!! Ur writing is scrumptious :33

Umm and 2nd 2nd why do you think Igor's so scared of Snape?? :0 I know (or at least think LOL) that is bc he's like all mysterious and mean as a teacher and that's why people are so spooked out but Igor's like,,, seen him naked LOL so idk I'm just curious :3

Sorry for so much spamm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- 🍃

Ahhhh I love the spam so much!! It’s been a tonne of fun but also oh damn the fact that anyone wants to listen to my silly little rambles is wild to me still lol

They definitely went from like,, annoyances who share a dorm room to something vaguely friendly to fucking to vaguely friendly (depending on who else they’re getting shipped with or if they ever stop fucking around at all) to betrayal to bickering exes. They are so awful lmaooo

Chatting about them has been very fun but please feel free to ask me about any other characters!! Even ones I haven’t before/haven’t mentioned!!

I think it takes a certain kind of approach to turn Severus Snape into a flustered little loser, firstly because you have to make it clear to the little dingus that you’re actually being serious first. There is a sense of “we’re both aware you’re ugly but at least I can use your body for something” element to these two ngl but!!! That’s just how they are you know??? It sounds shitty but no one claimed these two were healthy. I’ll definitely write one Igor Karkarov trying to seduce Severus Snape in the most horrible way into my little book of things to write at some point!!

I’m not sure if scared is the best word (if I’m the one who originally said it then this is me officially correcting myself lmao) a better word would probably be intimidated. Specifically after the whole ratting him out thing, before that I don’t think he was particularly intimidated of him which probably threw Severus off because he’s used to that being his main defence and all that. I think especially after they start hooking up but before the whole him ratting him out thing there is very few things Severus can do to intimidate Igor because he can do his whole rant around Igor being a vile cockroach meathead who only thinks with the wrong head but Igor is just going to lean far too close into his personal space and say some dumb shit like “I don’t remember you complaining this much about the head of my cock when it was buried deep inside you last night” and then he does his stupid little laugh lmaoooo

[por-siempre-aqui]

I knew I was going to have to be the one to actually end the relationship.

To be honest this was the perfect opportunity that he gave me.

I don't regret not telling him. I was afraid to tell him

I did at some point buy into the idea that If it upsets him, I won't do it. He kept using the term, well if you want to hangout with other guys and not tell me. Like it was justified. I already knew what he was gonna say, but I do have to say his maturity surprised me. He is being cordial about this and I'm still here biting my tongue really hard.

I am trying to recall the conversation for therapy next week. But I think what is more important to talk about his me and how I feel now that he swears he will move out.

He even decided to mention that he did tell me he wasn't ready for a relationship and he warned me. All i remembere is feeling like I wanted to laugh at him. I don't feel bad about any of it because R and I did hang out again. And it was awesome and not weird and we got exercise in, but also much needed socializing.

But when I told S that plans changed so it was just me and Rocco hanging out. He obviously got upset, assumed a bunch of horrible things. I wanted to believe that his reaction wouldn't be bad, but it was. Full of 'you're my woman, and why do you need to hangout with other guys while im at work AND if you wanna hangout with other guys, then do that alone".

He already had his mind set about it and so did I. I was ready to throw in the towel. I AM DONE.

I said I agree, we should break up.

And then his tune changed and he said okay now that you explained it, I still don't agree, but for you I will trust the guy you hangout with and it takes a lot for me to offer this. And I still said no. We should just break up. And that's when I had to explain that this only is one thing I'm upset about. I'm also upset that its now June and he was supposed to move out in March. He finally didn't dodge my question about why he hasn't really looked for a place. He said then it would be real. And he didn't want to leave because it felt like I was getting rid of him. I offered a solution in our relationship and he claimed to agree. All he did was lie and buy time. And now he will probably have no where to go because he didn't actually keep looking.

And then he had the audacity to say my situation isn't that bad because I will still have a home and roof over my head. And I said yeah that's why I feel bad and I hate that you placed me in this horrible position. All I really needed from him was to move out and make it .

He also tried to ask if after he is away for a while... If we could get back together later. And I said I can't say yes or no. I cannot promise that and neither can you.

Then he asked if he could hold me.

It's different than last time, i sit here thinking. Damn he is finally now where I needed him to be two years ago. Which means he will be what I need now like years from now. Because my standards are different. And I am not gonna be in a romantic relationship any time soon.

I'd rather have fun and hook up and kiss people. Man I miss kissing and feel fireworks.

I miss having excellent sex, which I really only felt with him in the beginning. And after getting chlamydia from probably him too, I already was turned off and luckily we had to take a sex break and it wasn't difficult because I have more sex with myself than with him. Wows. I'm messed up.

When we were cuddling I was stoned so I kept my eyes closed and imagined platonically cuddling someone else because he gave me such a nice goodbye hug last time. I can't wait to spend more time with my friends.

[ghost-proofbaby]

hi ghost i just got back from my day with my guy! im sorry to hear about eddie-coded guy 😔 hopefully you'll find someone more for you and more eddie-coded.

here is how everything the last few days went

so he visited me at work! He told me afterwards that he didn't tell me when exactly he was coming bc he wanted to surprise me 🥺 and i just followed him around for the 15 minutes he was there full on heart eyes 😂 but he got a coffee and he kept telling me how good it was 😂 and i got a hug before he left and it made working alone at night at a gas station as a 23 year old girl a little better bc i had that to remember if I died 🙃

But today I went to his house so we could go out to eat and all that. He gave me this cat crochet kit he bought for me 🥺 and when we came back I tried to teach him how to crochet and he managed a few chains but I think the hook was too small to properly teach him so I told him that I'd bring a bigger hook next time (he was like are you saying I'm too small and I'm like STOP OMG)

Well we went out to eat and we went to Barnes and Noble and looked at the music and the legos and I kept pointing out all the books I read. He lost me for a few minutes and he found me at the smutty romance section 🤦‍♀️ I pointed out icebreaker by hannah grace and was like I read that and he was like ooo there's hockey in it and I'm like Yes. Hockey. Just hockey in that book. 👀

On the drive back to his house we kept poking each other and he's like I think you're hitting on me and I said maybe and we kept poking each other and I ended up stealing his hat from him and wearing it for the ride back until he stole it back from me and then I stole it again 🤷🏻‍♀️

OH ALSO I made him and his family pumpkin chocolate chip cookies since they're always giving me stuff and I told him he wasn't allowed to die when he ate them bc he has diabetes. His mom liked the cookies. He said he was saving his for his lunch at work tomorrow so I'm expecting a review lol

We built Legos again big surprise and I kept telling him I was going to take one of his cats home with me and he said I wasn't allowed and I said well what if I trade one of my cats for her and he asked if he could have my cat (who is currently sleeping on my chest bc 7 hours without me is just too much for her 😂) and I was like no can't have that one if you take her I'm coming with her it's a package deal and he was like I'm okay with that 🥺 and he said that he and his cat are a package deal and I was being distracted by pictures of my cats on my phone lol so I didn't respond right away and he was like wow no response to that okay 😂

And he invited me to this Halloween party he's going to on Saturday but I work until 7 and I'm heavily debating calling off I mean no I'm not 👀 like do i have a costume? No. Can I get one that quickly? Possibly. Is there a high possibility I may end up kissing him for the first time while he is wearing a costume of kevin the bird from the movie up? Yeah probably. Am I okay with that? Yeah cause it's my fault he even got the costume in the first place 😂

And not to sound like a mega virgin again but when I left his house tonight he hugged me and he rubbed my back and the sweater I was wearing has this twist in the back so it's mostly just my bare back and OOF he touched my bare back and OOF 🫠

And also when I told him that I'd be working again alone tomorrow 🙃 he said he might try to visit me after he gets off work and I was like listen even just the prospect of you possibly coming to visit makes my day suck less 🤷🏻‍♀️

ALSO WHY HASNT HE KISSED ME YET GHOST! I KEEP THINKING HE WANTS TO! BUT I DON'T REALLY WANNA GO FOR IT CAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW! NEVER KISSED ANYONE BEFORE! DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I'M DOING!

I was really gonna try to hold his hand in the car but I chickened out 🙃 and then I was gonna try to kiss his cheek when I was leaving but I forgot about the plan when he hugged me 🙃 so that's my life. Gonna text him and ask when the party is Saturday if I can still work and go to it. Or I might just *cough* come down with something *cough*

Love, 🎸 anon ❤️

OH I MISSED THIS ONE BEFORE I ANSWERED THE OTHER ONE FUCK i still stand by y’all being way too damn cute 😭

as for why he hasn’t kissed you yet — i want to let you in on a major secret. he is probably just as nervous if not MORE SO. whenever guys struggle to make a move, they’re usually behind the scenes freaking out and over thinking it all just as you might be! especially when everything is as reciprocated as it has been between you two. i have no doubt based on the message i accidentally answered first tho that now that y’all have joked about it, it’ll happen!! i pinky swear!! 🖤

as for eddie-coded guy… life goes on 😅 i’m back on dating apps tho!! if anything this has taught me to get back into the dating world haha. i’ll find someone eventually, and until then, i’ll just keep writing in an attempt to manifest 😪

[alphamales-rp]

"It's been mentioned once or twice," Blake smirked at the other at his door and moved so he could enter. The apartment staff knew Ellis already and knew to let him up to the penthouse whenever he arrived. He just laughed at the other's remark about other hookups - it didn't hurt him to hear, weirdly enough, because of two reasons, the first being that he knew that it helped the other feel comfortable and safe having others and a protective part of him only wanted Ellis to be happy and the other, more dominant reason, unsurprisingly was that his confidence was so unshakable that he just knew with unbridled and unsubstantiated certainty that Ellis could hook up and feed off of the entire city and he wouldn't be able to find someone that measured up to him.

"I just got back from the gym and was gonna hit the show—" he started but then stopped when the other interrupted him and made him stop dead in his tracks, "No fucking way!" he said, "Why didn't you tell me?" he said, giving the other a playful shove, "Happy belated, beautiful - How old are you now? Or should I rather not ask so I can still honestly tell my therapist I don't have daddy issues?" he joked, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him, "I'd love to hang out with you, Sweetness," he hummed against the other's lips, "And I wanna hear all about your glory days that you've been reminiscing about," he grinned, "How do you wanna celebrate? We could hit the town - the night's still young," he offered, "Whatever you want, say the word, for the next twenty four hours it's your birthday and you get anything you want, no limits!"

"You just can't keep away from me, can you?" ( Blake x Ellis )

Flirting Sentences @alphamales-rp

"Fuck your ego is ridiculous you know that?" Ellis said more fond than annoyed. "Don't think I won't leave and call one of my other hookups just to prove a fucking point." He knew Blake likely didn't love hearing about others he fucked but Ellis still dropped such things from time to time. Just so Blake knew shit hadn't changed.

But he would hate to actually follow through, he didn't just want sex tonight. He knew it would inevitably end with sex but.... he wanted company. And Blake was the only person he fucked he would also call a friend. "Look My birthday- my human birthday- was a few days ago. Gets a guy old as me caught up in memories. So thought we could hang out."

"

[cevansbrat0007]

The Interrogation

Summary: Andy just wants to get to know his company a little better. Andy Barber x Black Reader, BiBi Barber, RoRo Barber

Warnings: Girl!Dad Andy, Fluff, Annoyed Reader, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This drabble is a part of my Growing Pains Series. Likes, comments, and Reblogs make my day! Thanks for reading!

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"Tell me about yourself, Ian." Andy clears his throat. "You got a record?"

The older man and his opponent sit at the table, sizing each other up.

"I don't think so. But I saw a picture of one somewhere."

Hm. How evasive of you.

"Interesting answer. I take it that you've never had any run-ins with the law?"

"Um, I met a cop once." Ian coughs into his sleeve. "I asked if he ate a lot of donuts. He said no."

So, you're not above bribing law enforcement, huh? Clearly a delinquent in the making.

"What an astute observation. Now, tell me about your interests."

Other than my daughter. He lets the unspoken words hang in the air, enjoying how his foe squirms in his seat.

"Uh, interests?" The young man responds, looking as confused as he sounds.

Andy can barely keep himself from rolling his eyes. "I'm referring to your likes and your hobbies, son." He takes a long sip of his coffee, peering at him over the rim of his mug. "What do you do for fun?"

The young man looks down at his folded hands. "Uhh, I like to draw. I'm pretty good too."

"Hm. So, would you consider yourself an artist then?" Andy hooks an ankle over his knee. "Do you have any idea how much an artist typically makes in a year, son? And I don't mean gross pay, I'm talking take home."

"Erm, no. I guess a lot. Maybe?"

Wow. This one's a real scholar. Top of his class.

"No. It's not a lot. In fact, it's next to nothing. Which means you bring home nothing. And therefore, you will be able to afford nothing. Except for a life filled with abject misery. In that, you will have an embarrassment of riches. Understand?"

I really can't be more clear here, pal.

"Umm...ok."

"Do you enjoy eating, young man? You like food?"

Ian nods his head vigorously. "I love pepperoni pizza with stuffed crust. It's my favorite!"

"Heh." The elder Barber scoffs. "Well, I'm afraid you can kiss that goodbye. Hope you're prepared to starve, kid."

My baby girl has expensive taste. We believe in ordering double pepperoni in this house.

"But...but...I don't wanna starve!" His opponent looks a little scared.

Good.

Andy simply offers a less than sympathetic shrug. "Shoulda' made better life choices." He lets a beat go by before continuing the conversation.

"Since you seem to love pictures so much, I'd like to take the liberty of drawing you a detailed sketch of a jail cell." He pulls a pen from his pocket before grabbing a nearby notepad. "Now, I'm going to start by outlining the bars. Yep, go on and lean in, son - there we go."

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A few minutes later you walk into the kitchen in search of your husband.

"Andy!" You call out, lightly bouncing baby RoRo on your hip. "Andy, have you seen, Ian? Bianca said he went to the bathroom and never came back, which is odd because - oh, no."

You stop dead in your tracks when you see your spouse and your daughter's little playmate huddled at the table, their heads practically touching.

"Ian, honey, what are you doing?" Closing your eyes, you send up a prayer to the Lord above asking for patience.

"Um, Mr. Barber is drawing me a picture of a prison." Oh, Jesus Christ, no. "He says there's lots of barbed wire and stuff. Oh, and a mean guy named Bubba who didn't get alotta hugs when he was little."

"Huh." Your head tilts to the side as it threatens to spin off your shoulders. "Is that right?"

Andy stares back at you with unrepentant eyes. "What? The kid said he was an artist. I was just giving him some pointers by helping him use his imagination..."

"Sweetheart." You grit out. "Please go play. BiBi's waiting for you in the den."

"Okay, but um, Mrs. Barber, why does your one eye keep blinking a whole bunch like that?"

Because there's about to be a murder.

"Ope. No reason, kiddo." You reach out a hand to ruffle his mop of sandy-blonde hair as he brushes by. "I'll be in with some snacks in a minute."

Ian scampers off to go find his friend.

"Andrew..." You growl as you grip the counter top in an effort to keep yourself from strangling the man you had vowed to spend the rest of your life with. "Just - just why? Tell me why." While you wait for him to talk you decide to focus on your deep breathing.

"Because it's my right as a father not to like any man who walks through that front door - unless they're my son." He's quick to amend when he sees your nostrils flare.

"Andrew Stephen Barber." You hiss, enjoying his flinch at the use of his full name. "He is a child here for a play date."

Andy huffs out a laugh and then shrugs as if to say "so what?".

"Y/N, my love, we are all somebody's child." Your smug buttface of a husband informs you before leaning back in his chair.

"Yeah, well, the child that I am referring to just turned seven-years-old at the end of last month." Andy clears his throat, suddenly fascinated by the light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. "He also likes Transformers, dino nuggets, and still has a thing for Peppa Pig."

You kiss your infant daughter's chubby hand as she playfully smacks at your face, clearly tired of being ignored.

"So? I didn't even do anything that bad." Your husband responds, crossing his arms over his brawny chest before serving you his best pout. "I was just vetting him a little."

"No, you were attempting to intimidate a baby in our home. Without his parents present." Or me, you handsome Dingus.

"So what? He'll grow."

"Ugh. I do not approve of these illegal interrogation tactics, Mr. Barber." You wag your finger at him as you do your best to look menacing. "Now, take your daughter and go play." Nodding, your Big Man plucks a wiggly RoRo from your grasp before trotting towards the den.

"Nope!" Grabbing him by the shoulders you physically turn him around and nudge him in the opposite direction. "Find a different room, sweetheart. You can't be trusted on your own."

"Hmph. Fine." Andy grunts, spinning on his heel. "But I'd like to say that, on behalf of all the loving fathers in the world, we are completely and totally misunderstood."

"Of course you are." You go up on your tiptoes to peck his lips. "And underappreciated."

"Yes!" His striking blue eyes light up.

"Oh, well. Life's tough, get a helmet." You flick him in the ear, which makes your baby giggle. "Now go play."

END