#rake x reader

[sixpennydame]

“I can’t do this anymore, Levi!”

“Don’t you give up on me now!” He threatened. “It’s not over!”

You drop to the ground, exhausted. Every muscle in your arms and chest aches from the constant, repetitive movement.

“It’s hopeless. No matter what we do, no matter how many we gather and destroy, there’s just more and more. It never ends.”

Levi walks towards you, his eyes piercing and serious. You knew that look. He would never be satisfied until this was all done.

“This is what we signed up for. You knew that.”

“I didn’t think it’d be like this,” you cry out in agony.

He crosses his arms. “We’ve only been out here for 30 minutes.”

You look at the mountain of dead leaves around you. “I wanna go in…”

“Not until we clear out all these leaves from the garden.” He picks up your rake and hands it to you. “Now come on, brat.”

You grab the rake, pouting, “I think I’d rather clean the bathroom.”

“That’s a job for later today,” he replies, raking up leaves in a flash.

[kunntzsstuff]

he is so me‼️‼️ (i'm a teenage girl)

[jackasswhre]

literally my all time favorite pictures that i will never ever get over ❤️

also johnny knoxville and norman reedus is the coolest dilf duo out there!!!!

and that picture of rake and dico is just burned into my brain oml

[thelmis]

miguel noticing his web of his own canon events in the spiderverse is starting to manifest an additional event. it's hard to make out what it is exactly, but he can faintly make out a face underneath the glitches. he asks lyla to keep track of it for him. a few years pass, and at this point he's put it in the back of his mind. then he meets you. you've only recently started your own journey post-radioactive spider bite and yet you've shown yourself to be a natural at your skills, leading him to recruit you after running into you during one of his usual anomaly pursuits. it's a little while after your first meeting that lyla tells miguel about an update to his canon: your web has been connected to his.

[drewvgue]

I NEED more tyler rake fanfics im not kidding I read absolutely everything I could find

LOOK AT THIS MAN OMGGGGG

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Tyler Rake Drabbles & Shorts

“Baby, I don’t play games, and neither should you. Now, do as you’re told.” Each drabble is categorised under its own prompt.

“Lie back and let me lick this pretty little pussy until you can’t feel your legs any longer.”

“Little kitten. You know better than to make me tell you twice. Now, bend.”

“Bend over, sweetheart. Let me spank that pretty little arse while I fuck you rough.”

“We’ve been waiting for you. Now, take your clothes off and come over here.”

“Baby, I don’t play games, and neither should you. Now, do as you’re told.”

“You like the way my fingers feel, huh?”

“I’m tired, but not so tired that I don’t wanna be all over you.”

“I’ve never been tied up before, but if you’re the one doing it, I might allow it.”

[jane-todd-maximoff]

London After Midnight CKY crew x Fem!reader

Warnings: bit of "suggestive" mentions of adult content and grass AKA weed

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Words: 1,215

London was quite a beautiful place. It was large with beautiful architecture. But of course you and the boys were destined to destroy it.

You, Bam, Ryan, Dico, Rabb and Rake all were shacked up in a small cheap rundown cottage. Bam stood by an open window with some type of melon in his hands. “Dude! What are you doing?” Ryan asked, “waiting for a victim.” Bam Declared. Isn't that just nice. “Oh dude look somebody's coming drop it! Drop It!” Dico edged on and right as the person walked under the window Bam dropped the Melon. And you only made it close enough to the window in time to see the aftermath of it. The person underneath freaked out and was cursing out Bam and Dico. “Man we have been here for not even a day! Don't get us kicked out of the goddamn country!” Ryan screamed at Bam. This week is going to be killer.

Midnight. You all decided to go out to a bar, well “pub” as the Londoners called it. But thanks to Dico doing his mocking accent you were all thrown out rather violently. But that's not going to stop any of you.

Bam was on his skateboard doing tricks as we followed his lead. It was painfully late in the morning now and chaos had just begun to brew. You all shortly arrived at a new hotel because someone - Bam to be exact got you all kicked out of the last. You can only wonder how long this one would last. And guessing by the current events maybe 12 hours at the most.

You and Bam were now skating in the hotel's hallways looking for Rabbs' room. You two had come up with a plan to prank every one. Finding his room you slowly opened his door. Rabb was curled into a ball snuggling up to his pillows holding onto it as if it was a person. Damn, that's sad - relatable but sad. Bam made his way into the bathroom and scooped up a cup of toilet water. you stood by with the camera in your hands. “Dude, the water had piss in it! This is gonna be great!” “This is going to be gross.” you corrected “you filmin?” Bam whispered; you nodded at him. “I'm Bam and this is the potty mouth.” “the potty mouth?” “It's a working title!” Bam explained “anyway - I'm Bam and this is the potty mouth!  he whispered, he crouched down to Rabb slowly opening his mouth and dumping the cup into his mouth. Rabb awoke with a gasp inhaling the piss water.  you and Bam jumped up into the air with laughter “What the fuck?” Rabb Coughed out as you and Bam ran down the hall to Dico’s room. 

You and Bam had a rather helpful prank for Dico in your eyes. you see Dico has started balding at a rather young age. So you and Bam thought you would help him out a bit. “Bam take the camera.” you directed. Bam took the camera away from you and silently you walked into the room's kitchen and found a pair of scissors; walking back to Bam and Dico as Bam was getting close up shots of Dico’s sleeping face and balding head. Slowly you kneeled down next to the both of them and Bam pointed the camera at you. “Hi, I'm Y/N and this is midnight barbers.” You announced and started to clip Dico’s hair and Bam put out his hand to grab  it and put it into a small plastic bag that smelled faintly of weed. “Oh yeah this is fantastic!” Bam exclaimed 

After cutting Dico’s hair and learning that he was a surprisingly heavily sleeper it was off to Ryan's room for the both of you, but that needed to wait. You went back to your room and grabbed some tape and some green hair dye. “Y/N let's get this show on the road!” Bam yelled, shoving the camera in your face. “alright!” you told him and walked away but turned around suddenly and hit Bam in the stomach. “Ow, you bitch!” he said, doubling over in pain as you laugh. “That's pay back.” “for what?” “you know what.” you informed.

After fighting with Bam for a few minutes that left you with a soon to be an absolutely haggard bruise on your thigh in the next few hours. You two finally got to Ryan's room. You took the camera from Bam to film him. He took the bag of Dico’s hair out of his back pocket. “Im Bam and this is mustachio.” he said as you passed him the tape. He got down on his knees and pulled out a few strands of Dico’s hair, putting tape on it and sticking it onto Ryan's face. Ryan twitched a few times that made both you and Bam jump. Finally yall had Ryans face covered to make it look like he had a beard. “That looks horrible.” you say to Bam:  it's not that Ryan looks bad with a beard it was the fact that Ryan's hair was blond and Dico’s hair was almost black. “It could be worse, it could always be worse.” Bam said, turning on his heel and walking away eager to get to your last victim.

“Hey, do you got gloves for this?” Bam asked as you were  walking to Rake's room. “Absolutely not and you're doing it. I'm not turning into the wicked witch of the west today. “ you retorted. 

Finally you got to Rake’s room. He’d gotten a room at the other side of the hotel. He was probably trying to get away from everybody's hijinks. But it was Bam there was no escaping him. The only way you got out of it was to help him. Once you got into the door you didn’t find Rake in bed but on the couch sleeping sitting up. “Perfect, he's just in the position I want him in.” Bam whispers, putting the camera on the table. “That sounds gay.” you committed but he just ignored it. “I'm Bam and this is the mad scientist” you rolled your eyes at that. Given the fact Rake hangs out with you and the Jackass guys it was common to forget that he was an actual scientist. Bam took out the electric green hair dye and started to coat Rake’s hair in it. It was mostly patchy and uneven. But it's gonna be great in the end. “Wait Bam how are we going to wash this out?” you asked as Bam got up and whipped his hands on his pants. “That is not are problem anymore; Y/N look! It looks like I fisted a goblin!” He said, shoving his hands into your face. 

It was around 4 in the morning now. You and Bam were sharing a room so you two could come up with your plans. You were laying down comfortably now nursing a warm beer you found laying around the room. Without warning Bam came running out of the shower and  jumped up onto the bed making you spill the beer “Bam!” you yelled all he did was smile. “Thanks for helping tonight.” Bam said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into a side hug.

[ethereal--muse]

• 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒉 | 𝒔𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒆𝒓 | 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 20𝒔 | 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 | "𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕" ⋆

⋆ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌𝘓𝘠 𝘍𝘐𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘓. 𝘐𝘍 𝘔𝘠 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚 & 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘌, 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘋𝘖 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘛 (𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵).

⋆ 𝘐𝘍 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘛 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘔𝘌, 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘋𝘖 𝘐𝘛 𝘝𝘐𝘈 𝘐𝘕𝘉𝘖𝘟. ⋆ 𝘐𝘍 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘈 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕, 𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘌 𝘼𝙉 𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙅𝙄. (𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴: ❄️; 🎀; 🫀)

☆ 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 (𝘐𝘍 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘚𝘌𝘕𝘋 𝘔𝘌 𝘈 𝘙𝘌𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛, 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘐𝘕 𝘔𝘠 𝘐𝘕𝘉𝘖𝘟/𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘚 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘛𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘔𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘒 𝘈𝘉𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘐𝘛. 𝙍𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙀𝘿)

⋆ 𝘔𝘠 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘒 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘉𝘌 𝘊𝘖𝘗𝘐𝘌𝘋/𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘋.

⋆ 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 & 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏; 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

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✻ 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 & 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔

❧ {ᵗʰᵒʳ ᵒᵈⁱⁿˢᵒⁿ} ; ❧ {ˢᵗᵉᵛᵉ ʳᵒᵍᵉʳˢ}; ❧ {ᵇᵘᶜᵏʸ ᵇᵃʳⁿᵉˢ}; ❧ {ˡᵒᵏⁱ ˡᵃᵘᶠᵉʸˢᵒⁿ}; ❧ {ᵇʳᵒᶜᵏ ʳᵘᵐˡᵒʷ}

❦ [ ᶜʰʳⁱˢ ᵉᵛᵃⁿˢ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ]

❦ [ ᶜʰʳⁱˢ ʰᵉᵐˢʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ]

❦ [ ᵇʳᵃᵈ ᵖⁱᵗᵗ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ]

❦ [ ʳᵃᶠᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉʳᵒⁿ ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ ]

❦ [ ʰᵉⁿʳʸ ᶜᵃᵛⁱˡˡ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ]

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[tylersnecktattoo]

With no safety net- Chapter 2

CHAPTER 1

Summary: Tyler, a black market mercenary falls for his friend’s cousin Amara. But how will it go when two people who carry so much shit from their past date each other? How will it go falling without that safety net?

Warnings: Smut! (male masturbation), mentions of smut, mentions of substance abuse and angst

Pairing: Tyler Rake x OFC Amara

Word count: 2.7 K

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CHAPTER 2: “took one fucking look at your face, now I wanna know how you taste”

The first thing coming to his senses as he enters the kitchen is the cool breeze brushing past his body, and then there she was with the window wide open as she was bent over it, fanning the most of her upper body she could reach without falling down from the window. She had also taken her sweatshirt off and hung it on the closest chair to her, leaving her in just her flared jeans and a figure hugging plain white tee. Seeing her like that with her newly revealed curves and being bent over in a position like that immediately got him feeling hot as he tried his hardest to not imagine the dirtiest shit going through his mind right now, but it was hard. Not when she just had to look so damn pretty. Bet she’d look prettier when I bend her over, pounding her until she squirts around my cock, he managed to think before he mentally slapped himself and told himself to fucking behave. She was his friend's unfairly stunning cousin and she certainly wasn’t some girl he could treat like the women he took home at night. This was different. She was different. He cleared his throat and filled himself a glass of water from the tap for the sake of the sounds so she was aware that she wasn’t alone anymore.

He sees her turn around and he gets a good look at her front body and how good that t-shirt is hugging her slim waist and her plump breasts as she looked at him with a slightly surprised face. Don’t fucking gawk at her tits like a fucking creep, he mentally cussed himself out as his blue eyes locked with hers again and gave her his signature charming smile. “Mind if I keep you company?”

The Australian hottie wants to be here? “I don’t really need it if you do it out of sympathy because you think I’m feeling so miserable all by myself here”

He chuckles, “not asking because of that”

She closes the window ajar. “Then you can take your seat” she gestures her hand to the chair as she puts her sweatshirt back on before sitting down. It was probably for the best since Tyler wouldn’t know what he’d fucking do if he kept seeing those big breasts without being able to do anything about it. At least not yet.

“You’re not living up to the hype, you know” he says as he sits down, facing her, hiding his amused grin by taking a sip of his water. Also because he had to cool himself down from that damn show she pulled earlier.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Dylan. All this big talk about you being so fun to be around but I’m seeing just the opposite” He says with a teasing tone, locking eyes with her on purpose as he leans back on the chair, crossing his arms and giving her a view of his big arms.

Those biceps.

She lets out a huff with the tiniest hint of smile on her lips. “Then why are you sitting here with me?”

“Because I want to get to know you. And I think you’re beautiful”. Fuck, was that too risky?

She raises her eyebrows at him and lets out a soft chuckle. “Straight to the point, huh?”

He grins, “Always been”. Is she interested or is she just playing around?

“I like that”. Yep, she’s interested. She’s smiling at him and her body language is less tense as she’s more leaned forward against the table. “So you think my bland personality will make up for my good looks?”

He chuckles as he also leans forward against the table. “I never said you had a bland personality”

“The opposite of being a fun person? Yeah that’s what a bland personality is”

She keeps him on his toes. He likes that. Shit, what about her doesn’t he like?

“Well, I didn’t mean it like that” he says, aware that she’s just teasing him

She fully smiles now. “What did you mean then?”

“Just that maybe you weren’t feeling it today. Probably a bad day at work. Shit happens, yeah?” He pauses before he adds with a playful tone, “Or maybe you weren’t just feeling like talking and being open when you’re in a room with people you have nothing in common with and didn’t even feel like coming in the first place but you felt like you were obligated to because you had already turned your cousin down too many times before, and you got so fed up the whole situation that you wanted space so you went here, and here we are because I just wanted to have an excuse to be with you alone”

She blinks at him a couple times before letting out an impressed scoff. “Wow, I don’t know if I should be amazed or creeped out” she narrows her eyes at him. “How the hell did you know all that?”

A grin tugs on his lips. “I’m just an observant person”

She chuckles and shakes her head, “Still doesn’t explain how you could figure all that out though. That takes a lot more than just being observant. You work with the feds or something?” She jokingly asks.

He lets out his laugh with a snort. “Nah I think that’s just the opposite to what I do” he says as he doesn’t bother to hide his amused face as he waits for how she’s going to respond to that. Most women didn’t like what he did for a living and with his so-called “difficult” personality on the side, it resulted in him only having shallow relationships and hookups, which he didn’t mind because he could get any woman he wanted with his looks and ways with a woman. Plus, what was so bad about fucking hot blondes every weekend? But he was 32 now and got tired of going on with the casualty, and was not better than finding a woman you really wanted to try with if it wasnt with the most fucking beautiful woman he had ever seen sitting across him, that now had her brows knitted at him.

“Okay that gave me absolutely nothing. If you think we're gonna have a guessing game about what you do then get out of here. I hate guessing”

He laughs harder as he rests his forearms on the table. She’s feisty. “Are you always like this?”

“I'm just being honest” she replies with a shrug as she crosses her leg, looking at him with a teasing smile that makes that damn dimple pop out. She’s having a good time and she doesn’t even bother to hide it. “So are you going to tell me or do I have to wait 3-5 business days to know that very sacred thing about you” she sarcastically asserted, making it harder for him to not be more captivated by her than he already is

“I’m a merc. Black market.”

Now that got her attention as she raised her brows at his very blunt answer. “Is that like, a real thing?”

“Yep”

She cocks her head up at him “For real?”

“Yeah”

“Damn” she marveled. “That’s tough”

He chuckled lightly, “‘That’s tough’? That’s all you have to say?”

“It doesn’t matter what I say. Why would you let me judge you when we’ve only started talking like 20 minutes ago?” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and that kind of threw him off guard. She really didn’t care about it? He was almost in a fascinated kind of trance when she broke him out of it, “it does kinda suit you though, with this whole look going on” she says as she moves her hand in a circular motion at him in the air.

“Yeah? Care to explain what you mean by that?” he says in an amused tone as he unconsciously leans in a bit closer to her

Should I go flirty now? Fuck it, I’m gonna go flirty. “You got the looks for it. You have a rough look with that body and that tattoo on your neck. But it’s attractive” she states as she crosses her forearms on the table.

Smirking, he says, “attractive, eh?”

“Yeah, you heard me the first time so don’t try to play coy now.”What’s up with these bitchy ass replies when I’m trying to act flirty?

That brings another chuckle from him as he remembers what Dylan told him about her. She’s no weak flower. “What do you do anyway, beautiful?” he asks, changing the subject to something easier.

It was only fair since she knows what he does now, something he shouldn’t even have said that soon in the first place. Honestly, he wouldn’t even be surprised if she was a model or something. She had this sexiness to her with those curves and tits. Fuck, he couldn’t wait until he got his hands on her body. She had to let him. He’d fucking die if he couldn’t at least get a kiss from her at some point. Now, did he sound like a horny teenager that has just discovered sexuality? Yes. Was he ashamed of it? Absolutely not. Could you even blame him? Everything that was sexy, she had. But she also had this innocent kind of beauty to her with that damn angelic face of hers and those alluring big, black eyes that he tried his best to not look too long at. He could complete every mission at work with ease and kill men with his bare hands, but not get lost in those eyes? It felt like a mission impossible. And every time he’d look at her face he just wanted to kiss every damn freckle she had scattered across her cheeks, or even better, those plump lips that were just teasing him by its mere existence. Would she let him kiss her? He really fucking hoped she would at some point because he’d bet it would be the best kiss of his life. Was she even real? It sure as fucking hell didn’t feel like it.

“I teach”

It was his turn to get surprised. In his logic, she was simply too beautiful looking to be a teacher. “You teach? Like, preschool kids and stuff?”

“More like high school kids. Psychology and sociology”

She was intellectual too? Hot. “You don’t look like you’re a teacher” he says as he decides to tease her just for the hell of it, “I don’t think it suits you very well though. You look like you just graduated high school. Can you even pull it off?”

She narrows her eyes at him as she gives out a scoff. Hot aussie has got a big mouth huh? I didn’t study my ass off while fighting depression and an oxycontin addiction and lastly trying to deal with my crumbling engagement just for some man to tell me that my job doesn’t fit me without me letting it slide. Pretty privilege could get you far but not THAT far. “For your information, I pull it off just fine and who are you to even question me like that? Just because you’re my cousin's friend and I respect him doesn’t give you the green light to say whatever you want so don’t get too comfortable.”

He’d lie if he didn’t say that made his cock stir a bit. Great, he just wanted to get her a little pissed off because he bet she’d look cute being all upset and now he had to fight the betrayal of his body to not get hard.

Deep breaths mate, deep breaths

His amused smile turns into a grin as he teasingly says, “Oh, did I hit a sore spot there? Did I get the hot high school teacher all cranky?”

Now it was turn for her body to betray her as she let out a laugh when she wanted to stay pissed at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“There’s a long list for that. And I was just messing with you, beautiful. Bet you’re a bloody good teacher. But psychology and sociology? That’s pretty damn niche”

“Says the black market mercenary. You couldn't just have stayed in the army like a normal person? She teases

“You couldn’t teach something common like English or math like a normal person?”

That causes her to chuckle once again, feeling like she hasn’t had this much fun talking to a man since forever. Especially not with Dylan's friends that only seemed to think with their dicks and had zero shame with objectifying her when Dylan wasn’t paying attention. “I actually enjoy talking to you”

That almost got him blushing like a teenager. Almost. “Yeah? Before you were pretty quick to put me in my place but now you’ve done a 180. Feel like I’m getting mixed signals here”

“Well, I don’t regret putting my time into talking to you and I think you’re fun. Does that answer what I’m feeling?”

Time to get bolder, he couldn’t let her go so another man could take her out and potentially make her his. “Depends. Do you think I'm fun enough that I can get your number and take you out on a date?”

Why did that make her smile more than she intended to? He had made her feel the tiny couple of butterflies during their conversation, especially when he’d call her beautiful. But now the butterflies got a tad bit more inside her as they exchanged numbers and talked a bit more, words just flowing with each other as she had completely forgotten that she should spend some time with Dylan since she was in his house and came for his sake in the first place. But he should be fine though, it’s not like he didn’t have his other friends to talk to.

Time went unbelievably fast as she had to leave before getting a parking ticket, catching up with Dylan for good measure as he walked her to her car. And when she got home, she just felt happy as she unconsciously smiled to herself while she thought of Tyler. She wasn’t completely crushing yet but something about him made her mood go up.

Tyler on the other hand, he was down bad. Real bad. He didn’t want to be like this but it was hard not to when he had the number of the world's most beautiful woman in his contacts. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, or her for that part either as he laid in his bed thinking about all that feminine beauty she possessed.

She was just so seductive without even trying and the longer he thought about it, the more blood flowed south to his groin that was now painfully straining against his boxers. Now, to his defense, if she wouldn’t be his friends cousin, he’d fuck off with the respect and modesty and take her home so he could fuck her like there was no tomorrow.

But that wasn’t the case now, which led him to rubbing his glistening mushroom tip and slowly pumping down his shaft, groaning and desperately wished that it was her pussy he was fucking. He pumped harder and faster as he imagined her moaning under him, slick walls enveloping every inch he had to offer. Or her being on her knees while he ran his hands through her copper brown hair, making it to a makeshift ponytail as she twirled her tongue around his cock and sucked him off until he shot his seed down her throat. Deep gone in fantasy land, relentlessly fucking his fist and the sound of his wet skin slapping filling his bedroom as his dick twitched and he growled out a deep “fuck” before cumming all over his toned stomach. And there he laid, panting as he’d just jerked off at the thought of her like a fucking perv while she laid in her bed in her apartment, in contrast to him, innocently thinking about him as she genuinely couldn’t wait for when he’d reach out for her about their upcoming date.

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So your family moved next door to Dico when you were six years old, and although he was two years older than you, you became fast friends. This was mostly due to proximity and your parents' strong encouragement of you two spending time together (they were scared of you not making friends, which you admittedly had trouble with). Outside of that, though, you actually had a lot in common: you liked to watch the same cartoons and movies and loved to roleplay with your toys in each other's front yards. You were pretty inseparable until Dico’s first year in high school.

It wasn’t that you two made a conscious effort to stop hanging out; it was just sort of a natural side effect of getting older and going through your awkward phase. You both just became too aware of the way your friendship was perceived by others, and it made you insecure. There was no ill will, though, and you’d still stop and say hi to him and even occasionally go to a movie together if neither of you had plans. 

At some point, he started hanging around this group of boys; some of them were skaters, but if you ever saw them, they were usually just being loud and recording each other with a camera in Dico’s yard. Every time you had to interact with them, a ball of anxiety would form in your chest, mostly due to the fear of being the butt of one of their jokes but also because you were at an age where you couldn’t talk to a boy without blushing. 

Over the years, you grew to recognize all the members of Dico’s group and had your own assumptions and impressions of each of them based on the little interactions you had. The group gave off an air of immaturity, but there was never a time when they appeared to not be having fun. It made you a bit jealous that you weren’t part of a close group of friends like that. 

When Dico graduated, you assumed that that would be the last you’d see of those boys outside of school, but you found out from your parents that Dico wasn’t going to college and was going to keep living with his parents. You didn’t want to admit that you were actually glad to hear this. 

Your junior year was extremely uneventful. The boys used to provide occasional entertainment for you and the rest of the student body at school, but after Dico and a few others graduated, one of them was kicked out, and another dropped out, day to day became even more boring. You’d still see them messing around at Dico’s, but the visits became less frequent. 

At the end of that school year, Dico stopped you in your yard one day to tell you he was having a party at his house while his parents were out of town that weekend. You spent the days leading up to the party debating whether or not you should go. You stood in your kitchen an hour after the party started, staring at Dico’s house through your window. You only managed to force yourself out of the house after taking two shots of tequila from your parents liquor cabinet. 

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Walking out your front door, you can already hear the sound of the music blasting inside Dico's place. You worry about whether or not the sound would be enough to drive one of your more ill-tempered neighbors towards calling the police, but figure if that happens, it’s a short dash back to your place so you could probably avoid getting in trouble. 

You walk slowly over to Dico’s front door, following a group of girls whom you didn’t recognize, giving them a small, friendly smile when you accidentally make eye contact. They lead the way inside and seem to immediately bump into some people they know, leaving you alone in the entryway. 

You have an impulse to immediately turn around and leave, but then you see Dico and one of his friends rounding the corner and heading towards you. 

"Hey dude, did you just get here? You haven’t seen a tall guy with ginger hair running around here, have you?" Dico asks, stopping in front of you. 

"Uh yeah, I just got here, and no, I don’t think so.." you respond. 

"No worries, you need a drink?" Dico gestures back towards the kitchen. His friend elbows him and clears his throat. 

"I’m Raab, by the way. Geez, Dico, don’t you know how to introduce people?" The friend says, and Dico elbows him back harder. 

"Weren’t you the one who got expelled for smearing shit on someone’s locker?" You ask without thinking. Dico laughs and looks at Raab, who has a smug look on his face. 

"Your reputation proceeds you." Dico teases and then invites you both to follow him to the kitchen. 

In the kitchen, you see a few more people that you know are from that same friend group. Dico introduces you to each of them, and they all surprisingly recognize you as "the chick that lives next door." 

A couple drinks later, Dico corrals everyone to the basement, where a band has set up to play. The drummer was a tall, ginger guy who you realize must be the person Dico was looking for before. You also realize that he is in your grade, and you two have had a few classes together in the past year, but you can’t quite remember his name. 

The music is rock/metal in genre, so all the boys start moshing in the center of the room, which causes you to stay close to the back wall. At some point, a blonde guy comes up to you and wordlessly offers you another drink. After finishing it, you can say with absolute confidence that you are officially drunk. 

Following the set, a bunch of you go outside to smoke cigarettes and weed. You refuse the weed, knowing that you are already a little too far gone, but when that same blonde guy who gave you a drink earlier offers you a cigarette, you feel compelled to take it. 

"It’s Ryan, by the way." The blonde says while lighting your cigarette. You take a substantial inhale and, surprisingly, don’t cough despite never having smoked before. 

"I’ll try to remember that." You say and he raises his eyebrows at you. 

"Oh no, I just mean that like.. I’m drunk, and I’m not good with names." You backtrack, and Ryan chuckles. 

"You’re good."

The rest of the night is filled with cheerful conversation, and you end up going home feeling giddy over how well you got along with these people that you’ve been too scared to talk to for years. The entire night just put into perspective how silly you were to be intimidated by these guys.

You wonder why Dico suddenly decided to invite you to a gathering after you two had drifted apart. Part of you felt like he avoided having you around because you wouldn’t fit in or would embarrass him, though you knew that that was probably just your insecurities talking. Whatever, it was a conversation to be had with him some other day. 

Right now, you just need to go to bed.

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Hello! So this is the beginning of my CKY fic 🤭. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be interested but I already got a few follows which is so dope. I know this chapter is short but I just wanted to get something out there. The first few chapters are probably going to be similar to this in that I skip through some big periods of time and then drop in on events I want to show in more detail. If you have any thoughts or just wanna chat hmu! Thank you :)

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The Flowers of Waverley Road, Part 2

You Can Have it All

Summary:  you have a suitor

Pairings:  Ari Levinson X Reader (Lavender)

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, choking, female masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, mentions of forced arranged marriages, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.2K

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You flutter your eyes open as the first ray of light shines through your windows.  Groaning, you flip to the side away from the window and deeper into your pillows, but the damage is done.  It was enough movement, and enough irritation to your eyes that you can’t sleep.  Sitting up in the bed isn’t much better.  A bedroom for a child.  You hated coming to this house.  It was secluded and away from everything, and your father still insisted on having you put up in a room fit for a ten year old princess.

Things are too fluffy, and too pink, and too…childish.  How were you ever going to get Ari inside of you if this was your room?  He would see this space and think of you as a child.  It would never do.  But what would even be better is a swim to clear your mind, and think of a way to let your father change things a bit.  At least it could keep you busy.

Hopping out of the bed, you start towards the closet, but stop almost immediately.  No one should be here, save for Ari, and possibly Tyler.  He was always here.  If you are to be here with them, you should be able to have fun, right?

And what better way to get Ari’s attention than being naked, again?  With a smirk you walk down the grand staircase.  This house has way too much space for one person, and yet here you were.  That stupid ass rule of Ari not being allowed in the house.  Tyler was, but he wasn't supposed to be too close.  That didn’t work out well the last time.  

Going to the fridge, you’re at least thankful that the chef had prepared some food for you to eat.  Making adorable little fruit cups that you grab, and a bottle of water before walking out to the pool.  Tyler was most likely around, somewhere, but who cares? You take off your shirt, throwing it to the side when he clears his throat, and you swish to the side, showing off way too much of your body.

“Cover yourself up,” Tyler grunts at you, lifting his head up to the sky.

“Aww, Ty Ty, you don’t want to look?” Another grunt alerts you that he didn’t want to look at your body.

He lowers his gaze to look at you as he steps forward.  Reaching a hand to touch your hip.  It wasn’t the same as when Ari touched you, but there was a bit of a tingle.  Excitement over what he was going to do, “Cover yourself up.”

“What if I don’t want to?” This wasn’t going how you thought.  Tyler wasn’t interested.  Always business with him.

“I really don’t give a fuck.  There will be someone working here.  You also have a visitor today, and trust me, he doesn’t want to see you strutting around like a little whore.  Cover yourself up, and get back in the fucking house.  You’re puppy dog eyes and hard nipples won’t work on me,” Tyler drops his hand off your hip, and you turn away.  Grabbing up your shirt, and yogurt parfait.  Tears start to fill your eyes.

“It worked with Violet,” you mumble over your breath, and Tyler jerks you towards his body.  Your things drop to the ground, and your yogurt parfait shatters onto the pavement.  Lip trembling when his hand holds tight to your neck.

“You better keep your mouth shut.  If you want someone to fuck you so bad, I’m sure the gentleman coming by today would have no problem leaning you over the table and taking you from behind.  And you would do best to keep your mouth shut about Violet.  You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You fucked her first.  Beat Jack to what he paid for,” you try to cover up your chest now.  Awkwardly wrapping your arms around your body so he couldn’t see anything.  The thrill was gone.  You were afraid of the man that was supposed to be your guard.  “You took her…”

“It was consensual.  The only time she had sex that really was.  You think her life is easy?  Sold off to an old man just so your father could get money.  She lays on her back or is on her knees every night while Jack takes what he wants.  I did your sister a fucking favor.  Yeah, we fucked.  She asked me to.  She didn’t want the first time she laid down with a man to be a contract.  But you being desperate with every dick that comes here is going to get you in trouble.  Not everyone in this world is kind.  And if your father knew that his daughter was soiled before Jack got to her, there would be hell to pay for both me and her.  Is that what you want?” Tyler’s growls turn to whispers in your ear, and he lowers his hand from around your neck when Ari walks towards the house.  

“Everything okay?” He shouts, and you nod your head, grabbing up your shirt to pull over yourself up.  “You sure?”

“She said she was fine, Levinson.  Sometimes she just needs a reminder on how to be a good little girl,” his mouth gets right at your ear, and you shudder.  “Keep your mouth closed about your sister.  You have no idea the game you’re getting into.  Get dressed, and decent.  You will have a visitor later.  Keep your tits covered.”

You didn’t like it.  In fact you hated it.  Hated Ari having to see you in that vulnerable state, but worse, hearing Tyler’s words.  He didn’t ask you how you knew what he and Violet were doing, but you know what you saw.  Violet had a man in her room, and it wasn’t the man she was going to marry.  

Huffing in frustration, you stomp up to your room.  Irritated and hungry.  He ruined your breakfast, and your swim.  Why did he have to be here?  Tyler had fucked many women, you was sure of that.  But you didn’t understand how your sister got to be a withering little thing under someone, in this very house.  What were the parameters of that relationship?  How did Violet approach Tyler?

Getting frustrated even more you look at that stupid giant teddy bear.  He was mocking you.  It wasn’t fair.  Everyone had left you, leaving you in this hell hole all alone.  No one trusted you or told you what was going on.  They treated you like a child.  A stupid baby.  You aren’t either.  You are tired of the lies and secrets that everyone seemed to keep from you.

Slamming that teddy bear flat on the bed, you pull off your shorts, and move to straddle it.  Slowly starting to grind on the stuffed animal.  Lifting your head back to the ceiling as you try and work out your frustrations.  Stunted, and didn’t even know it.  Begging for something you just didn’t understand.  Awkward in ways, and oh so desperate for attention and love.

Gyrating over the bear, you try and get out of your head.  Try to forget about the people coming and going in this house.  Rocking over it harder has your moaning, angrily searching for relief, and wishing the bear could touch you back.  Your hands grip your tits, and you give them a pinch as you say Ari’s name out loud.  He would touch you.  He wouldn’t leave you to do all the work.

A tap on the window has you screeching, and scrambling off the toy.  Rolling over on the bed, you use the teddy to cover yourself up, but Ari gives you a bit of a wave, “Why don’t you open the window?”

“You gonna come in here and fuck me?” You were right at the precipice of release, and he interrupted things.  It was the least he could do.

“No,” he answers abruptly.  You were a joke to everyone.  “But I will watch you put on a show for me.  See you fuck your toy, pretending it was me,” your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and your vision goes red.  Just how long was he watching you?  And who would he tell?  “I could always teach you how to suck cock.”

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” if he was going to mock you, you weren’t going to be sucking his dick.

“Didn’t stop me last time.  Come on, princess.  Let ole Ari in.  If you don’t want the teddy, you want that desperate little pussy to straddle my thighs while I suck on those titties? I’ll let you move on me like you did that toy.  Yeah, I know you do.  Want my fingers to fuck that tight little twat,” he starts to chuckle when your hips start hunching the air.  “You are a needy little thing, and I’m trying to help you.  You said no sex last time.”

“But there’s a bed this time,” you counter.  If he was going to make fun of you, he could at least fuck you.

“Oh, well, maybe we should get to know each other first.  Open the window, and I’ll do whatever you want me to, besides fucking.  It’ll be our little secret,” walking to the window, you unlock it, allowing him entrance into your room.  Trying to cover yourself up as best you can.

Ari backs you up to the bed, and you slowly sink down, gulping as he spreads your legs, “You can make me stop at any time, okay?” He asks, licking his lips like he was about to get the best meal of his life.

“Okay,” nodding eagerly he presses one hand on your stomach, and the other slides up your leg.  Reaching your lips, he pulls them apart wide, and kitten licks your bundle of nerves.  Tongue flicking over your bean when you whimper, “What are you doing?”

“I am going to make you feel really good, and you’re going to talk to me.”

“But…”

“Shh,” he whispers, swiping two fingers up your slit.  “You want me to fuck you?” You don’t hesitate to nod your head.  It was finally going to happen.  All your sisters had lost their virginity in this very house, but you hadn’t expected this.  “Well, let me have some fun stretching you out.  No sex today.”

You give him a little whine, but it changes to mewls as those two fingers slip into your warmth, and you look down between your legs watching him work your tight hole.  Pumping his thick digits into you, and scissoring his finger.  Stretching out the skin as much as he can, “I know.  That is a big stretch.  My cock is much thicker.  Now tell me, what was happening between you and the guard.”

“He hates seeing me.”

“Why?” Ari’s brow cocks up, and his thumb adds pressure to your clit.  Sound turns to static, and you hear nothing at all only feel.  Feel him giving you the most pleasure you have ever felt in your life, “Uh uh.  I asked you a question.”

“He took Violet’s virginity.  I saw them in her room the night before her wedding.”

“Doesn’t matter.  He just keeps people away from you.  It’s his job.  What isn’t his job is fucking your sister.  Why did he send you inside?” There was more to that interaction, and Ari needs to know what was going on in this weird little house.

“Ah, Ari,” you moan prayers up to the ceiling.  His fingers were magical, and you couldn’t wait to feel the rest of him.  “Ari!”

“You quit answering me, I quit fingering you.  Why did Tyler send you inside?”

“Someone’s coming,” Ari knew it.  Magnus was setting his daughters up as bait.  Depending on who was coming to see you would change the way that Ari felt.  

“You’re not going to come if you don’t tell me who.  Who would be coming all the way out here?”

“A man,” Ari’s fingers start to slow down, and you become desperate to feel some relief.  “It’s what daddy always does.  He brings men out here to see us.  Men that want to marry us.  I whined, and — and…someone is probably coming to look at me.”

Ari wants to vomit.  Magnus was parading his daughters around like cattle.  Especially the youngest two.  All but two were married off.  “Why isn’t Lotus married?”

“She can’t have kids,” this man could pull out every bit of information he wanted at this moment.  You are completely pliable to his motions. It wasn’t Ari’s favorite thing, but you were proving to be useful.

“What?  What do you mean, she can’t have kids?”

“She…she was sick when she was younger.  Nobody wants her because — because,” your walls are clenching around his fingers.  You had been most helpful, but you still had yet to divulge what he really needed to know.  Judging by the pupils of your eyes and how wide they were blown, it was amazing he had gotten that information from you.  

He pumps himself in and out of your warmth, waiting on you to see fireworks before he questions some more.  A man was coming by to see you.  That was making things a bit difficult.  Magnus was speeding things up.  But the question still remained, would it be a quick courting like how Jack wanted Violet right away.  Or would it be a long drawn out relationship like how August was with Orchid.  August actually valued his wife.  Jack treated Violet like his property.

You lay back on the bed, letting Ari take all that he wanted of you.  Screaming out in pleasure before you start to see stars.  He was definitely better than a teddy bear.  Pulling his fingers out of your warmth, he rubs your slick over your puffy lips before he sucks his fingers dry.  “What happened to Lotus?”

“She had surgery, and she can’t have kids,” your voice was light as air.  You were going to be so easy.  “That’s why she’s alone.”

“Nick?”

“Business partner,” you didn't know everything.  Blinded by your own needs, you didn’t even see that Lotus and Nick were completely in love, and she was fighting him.  At least Ari knew now.  Knew why Lotus was ‘undesirable’ by Magnus’ disgusting business partners.  It was obvious what Dahlia’s problem was.  Married to a criminal.  “Ari, can you marry me?”

“I’m not vying for your hand.  And who do you think is coming to visit you?”

“There’s a younger Bass,” Magnus was too predictable.  If he was going to be archaic he could spread out the wealth.  Marry his daughters off to other wealthy men.  “There’s more.”

“I bet there is.  Nothing like tight young pussy.  Princess, maybe you should sleep.  Will you let me know if Tyler tries to harm you again?” You give him a nod of your head and a tired smile.  “And maybe we can talk about your suitor tomorrow.  I just want to protect you.  This is a strange world you live in.  Maybe put on a show for me while I work.  I can reward you later.  It’ll be our little secret.  No one knows what you feel like.”

“You should just marry me,” desperate girl.  You were ready for the first man to give you any attention to open up.  Your father was despicable, but he was also going to get you in trouble.  This was not Ari’s mission, nor plan.  He didn’t know if your information would be useful, but the fact that you so easily shared things could come in handy.

“Close your eyes, and go to sleep,” he smirks, walking back to your window.  He hauls himself up onto the roof, and you flip to the other side, away from the window.  You wonder if this is what Violet felt before she got married.  Is that why she decided to give it up to Tyler?  

So many questions run through your mind.  You can hear Ari start beating on the roof, and there is no way you can sleep.  It was beautiful.  Wrong in so many ways.  Daddy would hate to know you were screwing around with someone not worth anything.  Looking at your phone, you grab it up, giving your favorite sister a call.

“Lavs, what is it you need, sissy?”

“Tyler won’t let me go outside,” straight to complaining.  If anyone could get something figured out about Tyler, it would be her.

Lotus rolls her eyes as she snaps her fingers at Nick to close the door.  “That is what he was instructed to do.  Daddy and Nick will be by later to bring someone to you.”

“It’s a future husband, isn’t it?”

“Not that simple.  There’s a few.  A twenty year old virgin worth millions, and a stake in Romano family business.  It’s a good deal,” Lotus hates the way those words roll off her tongue.  If she had it her way, this will be over before you are to be wed.

“How old are they?”

“None as old as Jack Bass.  Bart’s son is interested.  Along with his rival, and…why do you care?  Weren’t you whining the other day about getting married?  You have a long line of people wanting to marry you.  And need I remind you that Tyler sees everything?  Let’s not forget the cameras.  If daddy hears about you nude sunbathing, he will have a camera pointed right at your window.  Keep your naked tits inside.  Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Explain it to me,” you pretty much had an idea of what she was saying, but like everyone else in the family, they spoke in codes.  “I don’t think I quite understand.”

“Let’s say you want to take your future in your own hands, like the rest of us did, all in their own way.  If you expose yourself where there are cameras, or you flirt with the builder while your tits are hanging out, you better believe that the security detail to your bedroom will be higher.  Lavender, you were babied, and I fear you have no instinct on how to behave.  How to use your body for information.  How to take what you want and to not let any man tell her what she was going to get.  And if you want to fuck around with Ari, make sure you don’t do it where people can see.  Nick is no idiot.”

“Did he like what he saw?”

“No,” Lotus answers shortly.  “He thinks you look desperate and needy.  Said that he fears for girls that are willing to do anything for dick.  Just make sure you’re showered and dressed by five.  Nick will be there with someone for you to meet.  Daddy may or may not be there.  And Lavs, dress nice.  No tits hanging out.  You want to look demure, and unattainable.  You wanted a husband, so daddy is finding you one.”

You worry now if that’s ever really what you wanted.  A child making wishes for something she didn’t understand.  One thing you did know was that it was boring out here all alone.  You didn’t care if this visit didn’t amount to anything.  It was going to be nice not to have to eat alone.  Converse alone.  But to have actual conversations.  And someone to literally check you out.  That was the scary thought.  You didn’t realize all that had gone into finding Violet a husband.  And now you feared for this meeting.

“Lav, can you come downstairs?” You sit up on your bed, looking at Nick.  “There’s someone here that wants to meet you.”

“Is daddy here?” Nick shakes his head, and motions for you to follow him out the door.  He wouldn’t fully step foot into your bedroom.  “I don’t want to marry a Bass.”

“You wanted a husband.  Your father decided to open up the bids,” you gasp, staring at him horrified.  “Remember Lotus telling you to live your life when Violet was getting married?  This is how it works.  It’s not some fairytale fantasy.  Men pay your father a lot of money for you to take their last name.  Your father’s business continues running as it has been.  You wanted this.”

“It is a Bass, isn’t it?” Nick nods his head, and you want to whine more.  This is not what you were thinking when you said you wanted to get married.  Why were your sisters always right?  Why did they have the ability to foresee things such as this.

“He’s only a few years older than you,” you roll your eyes as you go to stand.  There was no arguing.  You were meant to be seen as an obedient woman.  “Hey,” Nick lifts your chin up to look at him, “It could be worse.”

“How so?”

“You could feel that you don’t deserve happiness because your father made you feel that way, so you run away from something that’s real.  But what would I know about that?” Maybe there was more to him and your sister, but right now you were miserable.  You didn’t want to meet this boy.  Not when Ari was just down the road.  “It’s just one meeting.  We don’t know if he’ll be interested in you past tonight.  Make the most of it.  Trust me,” he gives you a wink as he holds his arm out for you to go downstairs.

“What does that mean?” You hear him chuckle behind you, and you stop in the hallway, “What does that mean, Nicholas?  Why should I trust you?”

“Don’t Nicholas, me.  Only my — Lotus is the only one that can say that.  Trust me in the fact that nothing is always what it seems,” riddles.  There were always riddles when it came to this business.  Huffing out your irritation, you start walking forward, but Nick grabs your arm.

“Ari isn’t here by accident.  If he asks you questions, don’t resist answering.”

“I — I don’t.”

“No,” Nick shakes his head vigorously.  “Don’t…don’t fall for him.  He is a friend, but don’t…goddamit.  While you’re meeting with Chuck, I need to speak with Ari.  I knew your perky tits were going to be too much for him to resist.  That…no, Lavender.  Don’t.  You don’t know what you’re playing at.”

“Then tell me,” when Nick shakes his head, you spin on your heels.  Not saying another word as you walk down to the formal sitting area, and Chuck stands up immediately.  Re-buttoning his jacket as he bows his head towards you.  This wasn’t going to be the normal greeting.  He was being kind because he had an audience.  

You look back at Nick, and shake your head, “Don’t leave me,” you whisper.  Something about Chuck was setting off your alarms.  Instead of heading to the door, Nick walks over to the bar cart, asking what Chuck would want.

“Straight scotch.  And for you?” You want to vomit.  The sound of his voice was atrocious.  

“I don’t drink.  I’m not old enough.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“I said, no,” his mouth tightens up, and you see his jaw pulsing.  You said the wrong thing.  And you didn’t care.  You meant what you said.  He could fuck all the way off for all you cared.  This was going to be a long night.

“Tyler,” Nick straightens his jacket as he watches you retreat upstairs for the night.  Dragging your feet up each step.  Putting on a show had exhausted you, and he saw the same thing he did with Violet.  A bit of your life fade away, “I thought I told you to make sure she kept her clothes on.”

“I suppose you want me to stand outside her bedroom and make sure her tits are properly covered before she leaves?” Tyler’s brow cocks up.  There was no taming a horny girl.

“Didn’t stop you before.  Everyone in this fucking house knows what you were doing.  They like you, so they’re keeping it from Magnus.”

“Everything I did was consensual.  Can Jack Bass say the same?  I saw her the other night.  Fucking skin and bones.  Magnus signed her life away the minute he agreed to that marriage.  He’s…”

“I know.  Why do you think we’re doing this?  You said yourself, you’re a soldier and that’s all you wanted to be.  You said you had no feelings for her.”

“I don’t!” Tyler shouts at him, starting to pace in the foyer.  “I told her I felt nothing.  The only thing I felt was the wetness between her legs,” Nick hits him hard on the shoulder, and Tyler shakes his head.  “You know what I mean.  She begged me.  That girl was sold to slaughter.  Magnus looks at his daughters only as cattle.  Breeding tools for sick and twisted men with deep pockets.  Even Orchid…”

“Is happily married.  Don’t bring up fucking breeding to me.  Don’t be an ass.  I get it.  Violet came to you.  She wanted to own something in her life.  Leave Orchid and August out of this, and remember your part.  We’re going to right what was wrong.  Do you understand, soldier?” Tyler responds with a grunt, and a quick nod.  “Make sure the alarms are on.  Don’t trust her.  She plays dumb.  I don’t think she’s as dumb as she wants us to believe.  Smart girl.”

Nick stares up the grand staircase before leaving for the evening.  He had a long drive, and he was ready to crawl into bed with a beautiful Lotus flower beside him.  But first, one more thing.  He needed to remind Ari what his part was.  And it didn’t include sex.  He couldn’t stop you, but he could stop Ari.  At least he hoped.

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[kunntzsstuff]

🤲 dating johnny knoxville 🤲

[myrequestblog]

Uh

Maybe creepypasta boys getting confessed to on leap day?

Please?

Sure

Jeff:

You confess shyly and he finds it fucking adorable

He’ll accept your feelings but won’t look at you when he does because he looks like a tomato

He’ll act mean, but it’s actually cute aggression

Masky/Tim and Hoodie/Brian:

You confess bluntly

Tim just gives you a thumbs-up

Brian is very flustered about it, but accepts your feelings

He’ll get annoyed at Masky for being rude to their new boyfriend

Toby:

You confess quietly, but he hears you just fine

He’s confused on why you confessed, and then EJ explains leap day to him

He is a very goofy but caring+loving boyfriend

Slender Brothers + Zalgo:

Slender:

You confess in a frightened way

He accepts your feelings, and assures you he won’t do anything to hurt you

He then says he would kiss you, but he has no face

Offender:

You leave him a note by his pillow

You were reading, then all of a sudden you had white tentacles curled around your midsection

He only leaves enough time to let you know he feels the same before he

Splendor:

He finds out because the girls forget he was in their gossip session

He flamboyantly(Uzui?) accepts your feelings by scooping you up in a massive bear hug, and snuggling you for a very long time

Trendor:

You were acting as a mannequin for him, and you mumbled it

He paused his work, long enough to nuzzle you, then returns to fitting you a new outfit

You feel as though that was his way of saying he felt the same

Zalgo:

You don’t even get past a few words before you’re on his lap, and getting a very passionate kiss from the demon lord

Bonus of the day-

Practice confessions with Smile.dog + Grinny Cat + Rake

Smiledog:

He gives you well-pointed criticism, and tries to stand on his hind legs to make it more realistic

Grinny:

Doesn’t give a fuvx

Keeps turning his rear end to you to say he doesn’t care

Rake:

He doesn’t move

He just stares at you with a creepy smile

You eventually give up on him

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

you help bam pull a silly prank in castle bam again !!! (filling the whole house with gravel or something dumb)

It’s On!

A prank war at Castle Bam escalates to more than anyone could’ve expected!

Bam Margera X Gn!Reader

2k Words

(Fluff)

Warnings: Suggestive content, crude language, shit, bars

An: Thank you for all the requests!! I’m working on some older ones now, but I’ll be starting on the newer requests soon!! :)

You were woken up from your slumber on your floor mattress by a yell from next door- Ryan’s room. This sort of thing wasn’t uncommon in castle Bam, but it never ceased to annoy you when all you wanted to do was sleep in on the weekend. Then, there came the running down the hall, followed by him banging on Bam’s door- the regular, everyday symphony of chaos. You tried to listen in on the dull roar from the ensuing argument, but you couldn’t pick up much until you heard the sound of your boyfriend running down the hall again, Ryan’s heavy steps following him.

Throwing it open, Bam slammed your plywood door behind him with the sort of giddiness he only got when he was doing something really bad. Bracing himself against the rattling door jam as Ryan pounded on the other side, his eyes glinted as he finally acknowledged you as you sat up in bed, thoroughly confused. “Bam!! What the fuck’s going on?!”

“Y/N!” Bam ran across your room, jumping into the air and tackling you down to your bed! He wrapped his lean, muscular arms around you, giggling as he pinned you to the mattress. Turning your face away from your sheets, you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, “What-what did you do?”

“Just put some shit’n Ryan’s shoe…now he’s all mad n shit!” Standard procedure. You rolled your eyes at how surprised he sounded that putting shit in someone’s shoe would anger them, “Oh, is he?” He pulled up off of you, straddling your hips and giving you a great view of his bare chest. You shamelessly ogled his muscles as they flexed under his pale skin, how his gray flannel pajama pants sat so low on his hips, and how they showed off the tattoo he had low on his pelvis, the way h- thump.

Bam righted himself after falling off the bed, stumbling to his feet. Sitting up and shaking yourself out of your trance, your attention was drawn back to the door, “Oh, huh. What should we do about that?” Before you could look back, your boyfriend already had one leg out your now open bedroom window.

“You think Ry’s gonna get back at you?” You and Bam sat on the side of the house and smoked. “Of course he’s gonna!” He took a drawl, cracking a smile and leaning against the rough stonework, falling snowflakes dappling his dark hair and immediately melting, “We just gotta get’im first.” Standing up, you flicked your butt into the grass, your cigarette going out as soon as it came into contact with the cool snow. “Oh? Like what- bucket of water over the door?” Your boyfriend snickered as you made your way to the front door of the house, hoping Ryan had cooled off after all of this.

But as soon as you stepped through the door, you were on your back. Disoriented by the slam you took, it took you a second to realize what had happened. Opening your eyes, you noticed that the hardwood was freckled with little crystal blue spots. Taking one into your hands, you felt the smooth, spherical surface.

“Marbles!” Laughing in disbelief, you got up to right yourself, “Motherfucker used marbles!” Even Bam couldn’t help from chuckling at the simplicity of the prank as he rubbed the back of his head- some real Home Alone Shit, he’d later say. “Ohh, I am going to get his ass!” He almost growled, somewhere between being entertained and pissed off. From around the corner, you two heard snickering. In a split second, your eyes went wide and, making a break for it, you dashed down the hall, turning the corner and throwing yourself at Ryan like a cheetah pouncing on a gazelle.

“Aah! Oh- oh my god!” He was still laughing as you two tumbled to the ground. Rounding the corner, Bam shrieked before leaping into the air and performing some sort of mock Superfly Snuka jump onto both you and Ryan, body slamming the two of you and knocking the air out of your lungs. It would be an odd sight, for sure- given all the shouting and writhing as you wrestled. Ryan tapped on your back in a plea for mercy, “I- I didn’t even ‘fuckin do it- Novak did!”

“Where is he?!” You continued to struggle with Ryan, now just for the hell of it. “He said he’s going out! He’s- he’s in his room!” Bam stopped, thinking for a second. Getting up, he darted towards the kitchen drawer. You looked down at Ryan as you got up, and making a mock cutting gesture across your throat, you followed after your boyfriend as he gathered supplies for his next plan, leaving Ryan lying on the floor, still chuckling to himself.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” You looked up at your boyfriend from the filthy trough behind the driver’s seat in Novak’s car. “Yeah, yeah! You got this!” His e outrage meant did nothing to dissuade your concerns. Glancing to one side, his eyes went wide and he slammed the door suddenly, taking off. That left you, curled up on the ground holding one of those long clicky lighters and ‘a shitload of smoke bombs’, as he put it.

You held your breath as you heard the familiar sound of a car door opening, then closing. All you could see from your position was the old, stained, gray upholstery and a pair of tattooed, ringed hands shove the key in the ignition and turn. Digging in your jeans pocket, you grabbed one of the smoke bombs and, after fumbling with the lighter, hucking one into the trough below the passenger’s seat.

Given that you hadn’t even left the driveway yet, Novak’s attention was immediately brought to the fizzing cherry shaped pyrotechnic as you lit a second one, throwing it on the dashboard. He whipped his head around just in time to see the blur of you hurting yourself upright and throwing yourself out an open car door, somersaulting onto the pavement and rolling up to a sprint. Glancing back at the scene, he had given chase, abandoning the car while somehow holding the smoldering fireworks in his bare hand, shouting obscenities at you, “Motherfucker! Y’were gonna catch my car on fire- you asshole!”

Giggling, you ducked behind some bushes, burying yourself deep in the foliage until Novak gave up, grumbling obscenities before heading back inside, clearly not taking it quite as well as Ryan. You lingered outside for a minute, apprehensive to go back inside too quickly. Just as you emerged from your dense hiding place and started plucking the twigs from your hair, a purple blur skidded out in front of you.

“Get in!” Your boyfriend rolled down the window, grinning as you ducked inside the low car door. You smiled at the warmth inside that hit you like a wall as you peeled off, the seats melting off the chill from outside. “So, where’re we going?” You asked with a hint of flirt in your voice. “I am taking you on a romantic, expensive, and very sweet date.” He grinned as the wiper blades cleared the falling snow from his view, his pale eyes on the road ahead. You knew it was too good to be true, but you probed sarcastically, sinking into the black leather of the seat, “Oh really? Where?”

Pulling up to the red and white building, you rolled your eyes and leaned your head against the glass as your boyfriend broke out into snickers, “What? Just because it’s McDonald’s doesn’t mean it can’t be romantic- here, we can Lady-and-the-Tramp a burger if it’d make you happy.” Even you couldn’t hold back a giggle at that suggestion,”You know what? I’m gonna hold you to that.”

As you waited for the minimum wage employee to fetch you your bag of high brow cuisine, you and Bam chatted about anything- mostly about some skate thing he was going to in a couple weeks, “Dude, you gotta go! I mean-“ The window slid open, and Bam went to get the food, “Everyone’s gonna be there!”

Leaning out the window to grab the white paper bag, Bam grasped…nothing. You put the pieces together first, when you saw a smear of pale skin dash in front of the car. The look on your boyfriend's face said it all, somewhere between shock, enthusiasm, and annoyance. He leaned out the still open window, “Raab! Gimmie my fuckin food back!” Ignoring the door entirely, and in an incredible feat of his physical prowess, Bam unbuckled his seat belt and hoisted himself out of the window, making chase.

It was almost like a scene from Scooby Doo- when Raab, who you had noticed was now only clad in a jockstrap and a sweatband, dashed to the right, and Bam followed. Raab ran to the left, so did he- you could play the Benny Hill theme over it and it’d fit. And there you were left, making occasional awkward eye contact with the server, both witnessing this incredible display while the line of cars behind you got increasingly annoyed.

Eventually, you did get your food back, significantly colder than you would have otherwise. You stared over at your boyfriend as he grumpily ate his burger, looking out the window like he was in some sad Linkin Park video. As much of a man child he was, it made you bummed to see him so dejected. You piped up, getting an idea, “Hey, why don’t we get Dico and Rake in on this? I bet those two could really help us win this thing!” He stopped mid munch, the gears turning in his head, “Hmm…” You could see him getting ideas in that little mind of his as he turned to you, “Y/N. I think you’re the smartest person I know.”

Dico swiped a finger across the cake, sucking the fluffy white frosting off in a dramatic gesture. You stood back, admiring it, “Jesus, man! This- this is good! Like, really good!” He nodded, a little smug, “Yeah, idiots’ not gonna see it coming for a mile!” You had to give it to him- for as annoying as he could be, Dico sure could come up with good plans in short notice. “How’d you even get this idea anyway?” Snickering, he leaned against the bar, “I just wanted to see if I could get Rake in lingerie.”

Your eyes darted over to the door as your boyfriend directed Raab into the crowded bar, giving him some bullshit about it being his birthday party, though it wouldn’t be his actual birthday for months. Nonetheless, he seemed excited to be there. “Yeah, dude, we got- like, a stripper cake for you!” As the two got in earshot, you had to hold yourself back from laughter, while Raab seemingly believed him. “Really? Oh dude!” Bam smiled and played into it as they got settled, your boyfriend carefully positioning himself behind the birthday boy.

Everything stilled for a moment, before- pop! From the top of the cake, out came the super sexy stripper! Well, sort of. Dico popped one of those confetti cannons as Rake really hammed it up, parading around in nothing but his pale ass and the cheap lingerie you found. You had to giggle with how into it he was- you have nothing against Rake, but he really is no stripper.

“Aww, seriously, man?” Raab, falling victim to his own optimism, was caught just off guard enough for Bam to take him by surprise, grabbing a handful of yellow cake and buttercream and shoving it in his face. Frozen in confusion, it took a couple seconds for what happened to set in while Dico and Bam collapsed in laughter- but in a split second, Raab, with icing still dripping from his face, snatched a hunk from the cake, smashing it into your boyfriend's face. Somehow, he was surprised that this happened. From behind you, another handful of cake was thrown, this time hitting the back of your head. Of course, this escalated to an all out cake war, with globs of the sweet stuff getting hurled around the bar until you were unceremoniously kicked out by the bouncer for causing a scene. With all of you standing outside, a truce was agreed upon, only after all parties were thoroughly coated in sticky dessert.

[welcometojackass2022]

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Smut Drabble] (Dico, Raab, Rake, Frantz, Novak, Bottaro, Jess)

@lieutenant-cinnamon-roll thank you for the great request and for the awesome Dico idea!

@chasingwinehouse thanks for giving me literally too many ideas to mention. Ily <3

In this one, the boys agree to try out a new kink for you (it’ll be a different kink for each boy), to varying degrees of success, meaning some of the scenarios will be successful and some will not. Just depends on the guy. The kink in question will be put next to each boy’s name in parentheses as a warning. Dico and Novak’s parts are pretty much purely comedic in nature, but the rest are very smutty. Also I am VERY MUCH AWARE that Raab’s photo is blurry as hell but it’s such a cute photo that I just had to use it. Gimme a pass here.

Warnings: Female reader, Cursing, you can guess the rest (check the parentheses), PERIOD STUFF in the last one with explicit blood references

@asskickedbygirl @butttxray

Brandon DiCamillo (Roleplay):

“Keep going, my dear, I’m so close to inventing electricity again! I’ve almost found it, I’ve got to go through the circular district and then it’ll come right out of the clouds and—” You listened to your boyfriend ramble theatrically about his need to rediscover electricity as he thrust his cock inside you, his pointy 1700s-style hat poking against your forehead every time he looked down at you and his scratchy ruffled collar tickling your neck. You wrapped your arms and legs around his back to pull him closer to your body so his cock would go deeper inside you, trying your best not to burst out into laughter at the sight of your boyfriend fucking you while dressed like a founding father. Earlier that day, you had made the mistake of casually mentioning to Dico that you were mildly interested in trying out roleplay as a way of spicing things up. Dico had told you to wait on the bed while he went into the bathroom to change into an outfit; you’d expected him to surprise you by dressing up as a professor or maybe even a doctor, but instead he walked into the bedroom wearing his Benjamin Franklin outfit, already in character with the same accent and mannerisms he’d used for the CKY bit. You really weren’t that bothered by it, all things considered; sure it was weird as hell, but you had asked him to spice the sex up a little bit, and this was certainly one way to do it. Dico quickened his pace, throwing his head back so hard it knocked his wire-framed 1700s glasses askew, which made it even harder for you not to laugh. “Dear Lord, madam, your bits are crackling with pure energy, this may be the source of electricity I’ve been seeking all along! Keep going, my dear, lightning is about to strike!” You stared up at him in confusion. “Does that mean you’re about to cum, Dico?” Dico didn’t break character for even a moment. “Dico? My lord, you harlot, how many men have you lured into your bedchambers before me? Tis I, Benjamin Franklin! Inventor of electricity!” He thrust inside you one more time, throwing his head back and loudly mumbling gibberish about lightning striking as he came inside you, his pointy hat falling off as he dramatically jerked his whole body around like he was being struck by lightning; he pulled out of you and fell off the bed, tumbling onto the ground and continuing to jerk around on the carpet like he’d just been shocked by a lightning bolt. You moved to the edge of the bed and stared down at him in confusion. “What the hell are you doing, Dico—fuck, sorry, I mean Benjamin Franklin.” Dico promptly stopped writhing around on the floor and glanced up at you with a grin. “Dear Lord, madam, I was right! That pussy of yours is positively electrifying!”

Verdict: Successful, for Dico at least. Maybe next time he’ll branch out and try Rut Ru.

Brandon Novak (Food Use):

“You think I should try to put the whipped cream everywhere or just focus on the cock?” You shook the can of whipped cream in your hand as you pushed on Novak’s bare chest to make him lay back against the pillows, admiring the sight of his naked body as you deliberated over where to put the cream first. Novak grinned, jerking his hips up a little bit to draw your attention to his cock from where it sat firm against his thigh. “Come on, babe, you know you wanna go straight for the cock.” You laughed. “True. Alright, hold still then.” You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock to hold it steady as you shook the whipped cream can one more time and then squirted a bit of it on the tip of Novak’s cock, grinning when the tiniest of gasps slipped from his lips. You leaned down and lapped up some of the soft white cream from the head of his cock, causing Novak to moan softly and curse under his breath. “Does it feel better with the whipped cream or no?” Novak nodded. “It’s like lube, it really slicks everything up. Can you put it on the whole thing? Like get it all over the balls, too.” You nodded and squirted the cream all over his shaft and his balls, completely covering it and then leaning down to lick a stripe of it off from the underside of his cock. Novak’s hips jerked again, and he groaned. “Damn, that’s good. Lemme see that for a sec.” He reached out for the can, and you handed it to him, licking up another stripe of cream from his shaft, and he promptly squirted at least half the contents of the can directly into his own mouth, whipped cream smearing all over his mouth and dripping down his face as he tried to swallow the entire mouthful. You burst out laughing, trying to take the can back from him before he could waste anymore of it. “Jesus, Brandon, way to use up all our supply! That’s my only fucking can, gimme it.” Novak shook his head and pulled it away from you with a grin, going for another mouthful, but you managed to smack it out of his hands, resulting in whipped cream squirting everywhere; all over the floor, all over the walls, all over Novak, and all over you. “Nice going, dickhead, we’re gonna have to clean all that shit up now. I guess that little sex experiment is over.” Novak shrugged. “According to you. We’ve still got plenty of whipped cream to use, babe, we just have to get a little creative with it.” He grabbed your whipped cream-covered arm and licked it clean, and you playfully rolled your eyes. “You’re so nasty, Brandon….I’ll give you $5 if you lick all the whipped cream off the wall.” He grinned. “$10 and I’ll lick it off the floor, too.”

Verdict: Successful in that you and Novak had a very good time! Very tasty way to spend the day. Maybe not the sexiest, though, especially when you’ve got an attention span as short as Novak’s.

Chris Raab (Handcuffs + Sex Toy):

“It feels weird not being able to touch you when we do stuff like this. I feel like a criminal that just got taken in by the police.” You giggled at Raab’s comment as you finished putting the handcuffs on him, keeping his hands restrained behind his back so he couldn’t move them at all for what the two of you were about to do. “That’s kinda the point, baby, they’re handcuffs. Listen, if they get too uncomfortable or you just don’t like them then let me know and I’ll take them off. I have a feeling you’re barely gonna notice them after I start, though.” You picked up the main event of this little sex scenario you and Raab were about to engage in: a purple silicone vibrator. Just the sight of it seemed to make Raab antsy, and he leaned back against the chair he was sitting in, anxiously tapping his foot as he waited for you to use the toy on him. He was already completely naked, his little cock hard against his thigh and his nipples dark and hard against his pale skin. You kneeled down on the floor between his legs in front of the chair, gently parting his thighs to give yourself better access as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. Raab’s sensitive thighs twitched, his hips bucking up against your touch as he waited for you to turn the toy on; you leaned down to kiss the tip of his cock, wanting to stretch this out for as long as possible just to get Raab even more worked up, and the soft whine that left his mouth made it clear you succeeded. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop dragging it out, baby. Here, hold still.” You turned the toy on, cooing over Raab when he flinched at the vibrating noise, and then you gently pressed it to the tip of Raab’s cock, grinning when he immediately threw his head back with a loud whine, his arms struggling against the handcuffs like he was desperate to be able to grab at something. You pressed it more firmly to his cock head and he bucked his hips up, his mouth falling open as a series of pathetic little moans left his lips. “How’s that feel, baby, you like that?” He nodded desperately, trying to push his hips up more so he could feel more friction on his cock. “So good, (Y/n), thank you so much.” You smiled, moving the vibrator around in a circular motion over his slit, and Raab’s eyes fluttered shut, panting softly as a line of drool started to drip from his lips. “Aw, poor baby. I knew you’d like this. Here, let me see what happens when I move it down a little bit….right here.” You moved it up and down the length of his shaft, and right on cue, Raab moaned again, his cock twitching each time the vibrator reached the tip or the base as he railed against the handcuffs once again. “Fuck, please take the handcuffs off, (Y/n), I need to grab something so bad, it’s too much, please take them off—” You reached around and clicked them off one-handed without skipping a beat, and Raab immediately reached out for you to hold his hand with your free hand as you continued to moved the vibrator over his cock, his legs shaking as he got closer to cumming. You ran it over his tip one more time, and his cum immediately spurted from the slit, shooting out more intensely than you’d ever seen before. When he finished, he slumped back in his chair, red-faced and panting. You grinned. “No handcuffs, aye? I guess my idea for a police officer roleplay is out of the question.”

Verdict: Half successful! Throw out the handcuffs but keep that vibrator in a drawer for later.

Jess Margera (Lingerie + Garters):

“Alright, Jess, this whole getup took me at least fifteen minutes to put on, so I better hear some fucking applause when I come out.” You stepped out of the closet to reveal the sexy lace lingerie and garters you’d put on, twirling around to show it off from all angles, and Jess good-naturedly clapped his hands like you’d asked, a massive grin on his face as he took in the sight of you in such sexy clothing. “God, babe, I don’t even know what to say, you look amazing.” You smiled, strutting over to him in your heels and pulling him down to kiss you. “I better! This stuff was not easy to put on, let me tell you, the lace got caught on like two different clothing hangers while I was changing and I almost broke my ankle when I first put the heels on.” Jess laughed, giving you a sweet kiss on the forehead and then pulling away to look you over again. “Well all your hard work definitely paid off. You look like a fucking goddess, I can’t wait to get my hands all over you in that sexy ass lingerie. Maybe I should sit in a chair and you can just sit in my lap?” You nodded, pointing towards the chair that was across the room, and Jess eagerly sat down, watching you with a look of awe as you strutted seductively across the room towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you sat down in his lap with your ass pressed against his crotch. He cursed under his breath, running his hands over the lace underwear and the sexy garters appreciatively. “You’re not planning on taking this off, are you? I know sometimes the girl just straight up takes it all off when it’s time to fuck but I’d really love it if you kept it on.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Of course I’m keeping it on! You think I’d go through all the hard work of putting it on just for it to end up on the floor while we fuck? No way!” He grinned. “Good. Come here.” He pulled you down to kiss him again, his hands wandering over your breasts and rubbing at your inner thighs through the lace, and then he pulled the panties aside to rub at your pussy with his index finger, gently pushing his fingertip inside you to stretch you out as he felt your tight wet pussy. “Those heels look sexy as hell too, babe. You can kick them off, though, I don’t want your feet to hurt.” You grinned. “You’re a saint, Jess.” You kicked them off, stretching out your legs and then getting up and turning around so you could face Jess while you sat in his lap, his finger instantly pushing inside you again as he kissed a line down your neck. You could feel his cock hardening underneath you, and you lifted yourself up off of him long enough to unbutton and unzip his pants and fish his cock out, jerking it slowly in your hand and smirking when Jess’s finger started to push inside you with even more intensity than before. “Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.” You smiled. “Is it too early to ask you to go ahead and put your cock inside me?” Jess shook his head. “In that outfit, you could ask me to fuck you in a Walmart shopping cart and I’d say yes.”

Verdict: 100% success! If you ever want Jess to do something, just ask him while you’re wearing the lingerie and garters and he’ll never say no.

Joe Frantz (Slapping/Pain Kink):

“Slap me.” Frantz’s rough thrusts immediately came to a halt as he stared down at you in shock. “What was that, sweetheart?” You went slightly red, feeling a little embarrassed about your request, but you repeated it. “Slap me across the face. Just once. I wanna see how it feels, I feel like maybe it could be kinda hot.” You’d never seen Frantz look so nervous before; as rough as he was during sex, he was not violent, and slapping you might have been a little outside of his comfort zone. Nevertheless, he hesitantly nodded his head in agreement, resuming his rough thrusts so that his cock was stretching out your tight pussy as he moved his hand up to rub over your cheek, seemingly psyching himself up to do as you had asked. He gently pulled the hand back and then delivered an extremely weak slap, barely even hitting your cheek, and you shot him a look of understanding. “It’s okay, baby, you can be a little harder than that. Just slap me one good time, really bring your hand back and slap me. I won’t get upset, I promise.” Frantz still looked nervous, but he brought his hand back even further than before and then brought it down again, this time at least hitting your cheek hard enough to make a noise but not enough for you to feel it. “Maybe just a little harder, Frantz, like really slap me. Act like I’m someone you absolutely hate. Slap me as hard as you’re fucking me right now.” Frantz thrust his cock inside you once more, pounding your g-spot with his cock head, and then, one last time, he pulled his hand back and slapped you across the face—hard. Your cheek was burning, your mouth was slightly open in shock, and your pussy was throbbing from how turned on it made you, but Frantz immediately stopped his thrusts and shook his head with a guilty look on his face. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry, I can’t do this. Hot sauce.” As soon as he said the safe word, you unwrapped your legs from around his waist and let him get off of you, sitting up to rub his back soothingly as he rubbed his hands over his face. Frantz rarely ever used the safe word, given that he was pretty much always in charge of everything, but when he did say it, it was pretty serious. “I’m so sorry, baby, I know you probably liked that but I just can’t hit you like that. It feels abusive.” You shook your head, pulling him closer to hug him with your arms wrapped around his neck. “Oh, don’t be sorry, Frantz, I shouldn’t have just asked you like that so impulsively. Next time I’ll ask about stuff like that before we start, I just randomly thought of that and figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. You don’t have to do it again, don’t worry.” Frantz hugged you back for a moment and then pulled away to rub the cheek he’d slapped, which was bright red. “Man, I wish I hadn’t done it so hard, baby, it looks like it hurts.” You shook your head. “Nah, it doesn’t hurt. It’s kinda like when you spank me.” Frantz grinned as he remembered you were still naked, his hands moving down to grab at your ass. “No more slapping you, but I’ll gladly smack these cheeks any day of the week.”

Verdict: Not successful. Frantz likes it rough, but slapping is just a little too far for him. He’d rather bring his hand down on your ass, not your face.

Lord Bottaro (Choking):

“It’s not a big deal, baby, just wrap your hands around the bottom of my throat and squeeze a little bit. Here, let me….yeah, right there.” You helpfully guided your boyfriend’s hand down to the base of your neck, helping him wrap his thick fingers around it as he stared down at you with sheer confusion. “I hope you know I’m only doing this because I love you and you asked nicely.” You laughed, patting his hand reassuringly and pulling him down to give him a kiss. “It’ll be fine, baby. The second you feel uncomfortable, just say so and we’ll stop doing this and go right into having sex, how does that sound?” He seemed slightly more reassured by this; if the choking had been during sex, he probably wouldn’t have agreed to it, but you had offered to let him do it before the sex, like a fucked up little appetizer. “Alright, now just slowly press down a little bit. Not too much yet. Give it a few seconds, and then press down a little more. I’ll tap your hand if it’s too much.” Bottaro nodded and hesitantly pressed down on your neck with the smallest amount of force possible, gauging the look on your face like he was scared you were gonna start gasping for air. You smiled reassuringly at him, nodding for him to continue, and he applied a little more force, just enough for you to actually start feeling it. It felt good, and you were already starting to get wet; the look of enjoyment on your face seemed to relax him a little bit, and he stroked your face and pushed your hair out of your eyes with his free hand as he tightened his grip just a little bit more, enough to where it was actually starting to affect your breathing a little bit; you had to open your mouth just slightly to take in more air, and this immediately brought back his nervousness, so he loosened his grip a little once again. You just smiled up at him patiently, offering one of your hands for him to hold with his free hand, and he gratefully accepted it, gently squeezing your fingers with his big, warm hand as he tried to let himself tighten his grip once again. Your pussy was starting to throb, and you squeezed your legs together to take off some of the pressure as he pressed down more firmly on your neck, eyes still locked on yours to make sure you didn’t look at all scared or intimidated. Just as you could feel your face starting to get a little red, Bottaro took his hand away and sighed. “Sweetie, I know you really wanted me to do this, but I feel like a serial killer right now. Can we stop here?” You sat up and nodded, kissing him on the cheek. “Of course, baby, thanks for at least trying. It felt really good.” He smiled. “I’m glad you at least got something out of it.” He pulled you in to kiss him again, his boner forming against your thigh as you rubbed your hands over his back, and when you pulled away, you shot him a suggestive look. “Tell you what. How about I give you a blowjob for being so brave and trying that out for me?” He grinned. “I have been pretty brave, haven’t I?”

Verdict: Not successful. Please don’t ever ask him to do that again. He felt like a serial killer.

Rake Yohn (Period Sex)

When it came to what Rake liked and disliked, Rake was a fairly simple man. There were two things that he disliked above all other things: one was mustard, and the other was period blood. So when you offhandedly mentioned period sex to him during a conversation about interesting kinks you’d been thinking about, you had expected him to quickly turn it down. Rake was very caring and loving and respectful when you were on your period, and he’d gladly help you wash anything you got blood on, but the idea of having his dick inside you while you were bleeding seemed like something that would be too much for him. But, to your surprise, he had agreed, which was why you were now laying on the bed with a towel under you as Rake lined his hard cock up with your pussy. “You know there’s still time to back out of this, baby. I don’t want you to pass out in the middle of this.” Rake sent you a look, leaning down to give you a quick kiss as he pressed his tip against your entrance. “I’m not gonna pass out, princess, I’m not afraid of period blood. I just don’t really like touching it.” You smirked. “And yet you’re about to have your entire dick covered in it, all because I brought it up once.” Rake just shrugged. “Listen, all the other guys have sex with their girls when she’s on her period, and I don’t want you to feel left out, so I’m at least going to try. Don’t think for a second that you gross me out, okay, your body is beautiful and you’re strong as hell for dealing with this shit every month. I’ve just always had a weird thing about period blood, that’s all.” You smiled. “I know, baby, and that’s sweet of you to be willing to try it, but again, there’s still time to back out. I just feel like you’re gonna pretend to like it just to please me but then you’re actually gonna hate it.” Rake kissed you on the forehead and shrugged. “I guess we’ll see, honey. I mean, I’m still getting to have sex with you, so it sounds like a win to me. Alright, here goes…” Rake pushed his tip in, clearly a little more hesitant than he was letting on, and as soon as he felt the sensation of the period blood around his dick, he stopped right in his tracks. “Wow. That feels…I did not expect that at all. Okay. Um…guess I’ll do a little more.” He pushed it in more, his thick shaft stretching you out as he slid into your slick wet pussy. One of his hands was balanced protectively on the bed so he could hold himself up, the other on your waist so he could rub his hand over your hips, and you felt his grip immediately tighten on your hip the more he pushed his cock in. So far, he was doing very well, much more so than you had expected him to. Now all he had to do was just pull it out and push it back in a few times. “Maybe this isn’t so bad. It’s as slick as a slip-n-slide, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Here, now I just need to–” Rake pulled his cock out of you and immediately stopped talking as he stared down at his shaft, which was now coated with your period blood. You could see the look of absolute horror starting to appear on his face, and you tried to force yourself not to laugh. “Rake? Baby? Earth to Rake? You can stop now, you look like you’re gonna have a stroke. Here, come on, I’ll clean you off with the towel.” You used part of the towel under you to wipe Rake’s shaft off, and he tucked it back into his pants with a look of guilt. “God, baby, I’m sorry, I just…it didn’t bother me at all until I saw it on my dick.” You laughed. “Rake, I told you I understood. It was nice of you to at least give it a shot, but I knew it wasn’t gonna work out at all. And you say you’re not afraid of period blood…you looked like you were about to pass out.” Rake nodded. “Yeah, I know. Listen, baby, I really am sorry. As soon as your period’s over, I owe you some lip service. I’ll make you a coupon for five free sessions of me eating you out.” You smirked. “Rake, you’d eat me out for free without the coupon.” He grinned. “Touché.”

Verdict: Literally the farthest thing from success. Rake loves and adores you and your body but as he’s said before, period blood is up there with mustard as one of his least favorite substances.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Drabble Request - Tyler Rake - Prompt 16 - Preferred Mood: mostly passionate and intimate with just a touch of fluff and male savagery 💗 Thank you so much! 🤗

Hello! Why yes, I think I can manage that for you :)

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

"Fuck me," he breathes, eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before opening again, watching his cock vanishing into your throat as he holds your hair back. "God, you give the best head."

Your eyes find his, winking up at him, releasing his cock with a soft pop, your tongue whirling over the head of his erection. "Hmm, I do, don't I?"

He snickers quietly, shaking his head. "There's that modesty I fell in love with." His hand tightens the grip upon your hair, his hips beginning to sway forward, looking down at you with a devilish grin. "Always look so pretty when I fuck that gorgeous mouth, always take it so fuckin' well."

You feel him begin to twitch against your tongue before long, hands grasping his hips and pushing him back, Tyler grunting with partial annoyance as he frowns at you. "I was enjoying that."

"Yeah," you breathe, kissing the vein that runs over his hip. "A little too much. Not ready for you to come yet. You gotta hold me down and fuck me for a while first."

"Nah," he sniffs, moving to the bed, lying down on his back. “I need you to ride me, babe. Right now.” 

"Well," you shrug, moving astride him, sinking down on the most perfect cock you've ever seen. "As long as I get this splitting my pussy, I don't mind."

He pulls you down to his level, kissing you softly, nuzzling your nose with his. "Good."