greyshuhs · 7 years ago
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Bet || R.M. (part two)
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Word Count: 2276
Pairing: Reggie x reader
Summary: You come up with a 3-stage plan to get back at Reggie after you find out about the bet he placed with Chuck on you.
Warnings: cussing, smut, oral (guy on girl), fingering, reader is a badass bitch, reggie is dumbfounded
Requested: literally 66 total requests for part two lol
Part One // Masterlist
It had been two weeks since you and Reggie hooked up, and you were just as upset now as you were then. Reggie still had no idea that you had overheard him and Chuck talking in the locker room about the intimate details of your hookup, and you planned to keep it that way until you knew how you wanted to confront him.
A lot of ideas of how you could get back at Reggie floated around. You thought about publicly humiliating him, but because of how sexist society is, it would probably end up with you more embarrassed than he was. You thought about giving him the cold shoulder, and canceling him out completely, but what fun would that be? You wanted to hurt him like he hurt you. You wanted him to feel used like he made you feel.
You decided to keep tutoring him, even though seeing his face made you want to punch something, you gritted your teeth and put on a flirty smile. You wanted him to be putty in your hands, for you to be in control and to do that you had to push the feelings of hurt and disgust deep down. It proved to be a challenge though because every time he would scoot closer to you, your skin would crawl and you would have to force yourself to stay calm.
As the tutoring sessions went on, they became less about him actually improving and more about enticing him. Unlike your everyday attire, what you wore to his house was very revealing. You would wear push-up bras that, when paired with a croptop, had almost the whole top half of your boobs showing with some booty shorts. You made sure Reggie wasn’t paying any attention to you when you talked factoring or some other math problem.
“You need to get x by itself then plug it back into to the original equation to find the point of intersection.” You said, pointing at the question and looking over at Reggie. When you turned your head, Reggie was staring directly at your boobs, not listening to one word you said. You giggled an obviously fake laugh and said his name. He looked dazed as he finally made eye contact with you before mumbling for you to repeat the question. However obvious he was, you made sure to act unaware that he was checking you out.
Reggie didn’t care that you caught him staring right at your boobs when you would look over at him after reading out of the textbook. Even if he tried, all Reggie could focus on was the curve of your breasts and how they would be pushed up when you turned to face him.
You also made it a point to ask to go to the bathroom every time you were there. Because as you were walking away from him, you could feel his eyes burning into your back as he scanned his eyes up and down your body, and when you turned the corner, you could hear him let out a sigh with a mumbled cuss word. That was stage one of your plan complete.
The next stage of your plan was teasing. Reggie was completely taken back by your outfits that all he could do was stare. He was even more shocked when you started to flirt with him. When you sat together, you would always lean into him, pressing your body into his, but when he leaned in, you would pull away. You would always place your hand on his thigh when talking directly to him, but when he would put his hands on you in any way, you would pull away and move his hand off.
It was getting late and you somehow you had moved over to the couch to finish up the studying for the night. Your legs were pressed against each other’s as you explained how to solve the algebra problem. As usual, Reggie was not listening to a word you were saying but instead was focused on your hand that was placed on his lower thigh. Your thumb “absent-mindedly” was slowly moving back and forth in a soothing motion on his exposed skin. You removed your hand to reach over and pull the calculator off the coffee table in front of you. When you settled back into your position, Reggie was quick to put his hand on your exposed thigh instead. You giggled and grabbed his hand and put it in his lap instead. This made Reggie grunt in frustration while you smiled inwardly to yourself.
This was driving Reggie insane. He was beyond frustrated, it had gotten to the point where you were all that he thought about. He never acted like this around girls. Usually, he was the one who would make all the moves and have girls swooning after him, it was never the other way around. When Reggie was around you, it was like he had forgotten how to talk. Whenever you would say or do something, he was left speechless.
It was finally time for the final stage in your plan: confrontation.
As you walked up to Reggie’s house, you raised your hand to push the doorbell, but before you could the door suddenly opened and a shirtless Reggie appeared.
“Well, look who’s early.” Reggie teased as he stepped aside to let you in, not failing to look at your ass as you passed. He was right, you were about 10 minutes early just because you were so excited for tonight’s plan.
“Look who was waiting for me.” You said with a smug tone. You walked in the middle of the living room and turned around, bumping into Reggie who was following closely behind.
“Is there something wrong?” Reggie asked looking down at you, puzzled by your sudden actions.
You bit your lip while holding eye contact, “Reggie, what are you really thinking about right now?”
“What do you mean?” He asked confused, while you took a step closer. You pressed your chest against him to make your boobs pop out of your shirt even more than they already were.
“I mean, what are you thinking when I do this?” You lightly dragged your hand over Reggie’s bulge.
Reggie shuttered in response. “C’mon, Reggie, tell me what you want.” You coerced in a raspy voice.
“I want to fuck you. Goddamn, you’re so hot. Just let me touch you.” Reggie moaned as he brought his face closer to yours.
“If you want it,” you ghosted your lips over his, “take it.”
Reggie pressed his lips against yours with so much force and want, you nearly stumbled backward. He wrapped his arms around your waist as your fingers tangled in his hair. He moaned into your mouth as you opened and let his tongue search every inch of yours.
His hands slowly made their way down to grab your ass. You sucked on his bottom lip as his hands kneaded the soft flesh.
“You don’t know how bad I have wanted this.” Reggie moaned as his lips attacked your jawline, making his way down your neck before attaching right above your collarbone. You moaned his name as he started to suck on your neck.
Without removing his lips, Reggie squeezed your thighs, signaling for you to jump. You attached your legs around his waist, and pulled Reggie away from your neck and slammed your lips against his.
Reggie kicked open his bedroom door before sitting down on his bed with you straddling his lap. You raked your fingernails up and down Reggie’s bare back causing him to moan your name.
You leaned back from him and Reggie started to whine about the increased distance. You pulled your croptop off and tossed it on the floor before moving your lips to his neck.
“Fuck, princess, I want you so bad.” Reggie groaned.
“Before you get anything,” You said with authority in your voice, “You’re going to make me cum first.”
This made Reggie’s whole attitude change. He now had a look in his eye that was pure lust and need, and to be honest, it turned you on.
In a spilt-second, Reggie had flipped you over and pinned your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. He pulled one of your boobs out of your bra and started to suck on the soft skin. You arched your back into him as he switched to the other boob.
“Keep your hands above your head.” He said with command and all you could do was nod, not trusting your voice.
He slowly made his way down your body, placing kisses every inch or two. He finally made it down to the band of your shorts. He pulled the elastic back and made it pop against your skin, which made a loud sound when it connected with your hip. It left a slight tingle where the band made contact with your skin which made profanities slip out of your mouth.
He slowly pulled your shorts down to your ankles, making everything go painfully slow. He placed an open-mouthed kiss to your clothed clit that sent a shudder through your body and made you let out a small moan.
“Kitten, do you want my mouth or fingers?” He asked with smug voice.
You lifted your head to make eye contact with him as you said, “Why not both?”
His eyes filled with lust as he yanked down your underwear, the opposite of how he took your shorts off. Without giving you any warning, he plunged two fingers into your soaked cunt.
“Damn, you’re so wet for me,” Reggie grunted as his fingers went knuckle deep.
“Fuck me just like that, shit. That feels so good.” You moaned loudly as his fingers starting to stretch your walls. Before you could finish your sentence, Reggie started to assault your clit with his mouth, and you couldn’t hold back your scream of pleasure.
Just as you were starting to get used to the snug fit of Reggie’s fingers, he thrust another finger just as deep into your core. A string of yeses and fucks left your mouth as your walls were stretching to fit his large fingers.
“You’re such a good girl, you’re taking my fingers so well.” Reggie praised you against your clit which sent vibrations through your core that had you crying out in pleasure. His long fingers kept a steady pace as they thrust into your sensitive core. Just when you thought the pleasure couldn’t get more intense, Reggie curled his fingers inside you in a come here motion. The pads of his fingertips were hitting a spot deep inside you that overtook your body in pure pleasure. You arched your back off the bed as a loud breathy moan escaped your lips.
Reggie’s other hand that wasn’t deep inside you, reached up to play with your boobs. He took your nipple into his fingers and started to twist on them before kneading the whole thing. As Reggie quickened the pace of his fingers and started to suck harder, you started to see stars. You were sure you wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
“Fuck, Reggie. I’m about to cum, keep going.” You grunted.
“Look at me, baby girl, I want to see you when you cum for me.”
When you looked down and saw Reggie wedged between your thighs, you were pushed over the edge. You let out a loud moan as your orgasm took over. Reggie never slowed down as you were cumming which made your orgasm even more intense. Your cunt started to pulse when you finally came down from your orgasm, and Reggie slowly pulled his fingers out of your core. You were left with an empty feeling where Reggie’s fingers had once been. You were still recovering from one of the best orgasms you have ever had.
Reggie climbed up your body to come face to face with you. You grabbed his hand and put the fingers that were just in your soaking cunt into your mouth and started to suck them clean. Never breaking eye contact, you swirled your tongue around his fingers, tasting your own juices. Somewhere along the way, Reggie had taken off his pants and boxers and you could see that he was rock hard. You brought your eyes back up to his as your hand slowly went down to stroke his shaft.
“Fuck, this is so hot. I can’t wait to fuck your tight cunt, baby girl.” Reggie grunted, lining his cock up with your core.
“Wait,” you paused taking his fingers out of your mouth. You brought your face close to his, your lips just a few centimeters above his and whispered, “This cunt is worth so much more than five hundred dollars, Reggie.”
When the words left your mouth, Reggie looked confused at first, his eyebrows scrunched up and his mouth slightly opened. Then it all clicked when he remembered the bet him and Chuck had. He started to stutter, not knowing what to say.
You scoffed as you pushed him off you and started to get dressed. All the while, Reggie sat on the bed with his mouth open, occasionally stuttering the start of an apology.
After you were completely dressed, you walked over to his bedroom door and turned around.
Reggie sat on his bed with his shoulders slumped with a semi-hard on, “I don’t know how you found out about that, I’m—“
“Save it Mantle,” You said with disgust in your voice, “but thanks for the orgasm.” You winked before turning around and walking away.
a/n- I really hope you guys enjoyed the second part, as it was very much requested. Sorry for the wait but I had no idea where I wanted to go with this story until I actually started to write it. I know it isn’t your stereotypical ending where they fall happily in love, but honestly it wasn’t realistic and I didn’t want to make the reader a push over lol. Anyways, tell me what you think about this part in my inbox, I love getting feedback from you guys! Also, requests are still open so hit me up with what you want!
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starboyreggie · 7 years ago
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Costar || R.B.
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Word Count: 2075
Pairing: Ross Butler x reader
Summary: You get cast in Riverdale with your boyfriend, Ross, and he isn’t too happy about it since your role calls for a lot of intimate scenes with another guy that’s not him. After watching your first sex scene, Ross gets upset and it leads to him teaching you a lesson.
Warnings: pure filth, spankings, fingering, dirty talk, dominate!ross, orgasm denial, cussing, sex in a trailer, calling ross ‘sir’
Part 2 (Kj’s part) || Part 3 (Cole’s part)
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// this is a reupload from my old blog xdaddyreggie //
You had been an actress since you were 3 years old, working on random shows that needed a toddler. Your mom was a famous movie director and your dad a famous actor, so of course, you were in show business.
While working on the set of MTV’s Teen Wolf, you had met Ross Butler. He was only a minor character so you didn’t have any scenes together. However, you were always behind the camera, fascinated with the art of film making. You watched almost every scene—including Ross’s.
That’s how you two met. After his cuddling scene with Malia, he walked up to you, shirtless and buff as hell, and asked you, “How did I do?” You could literally feel the heat radiating off his naked form as he stood so close to you. You looked down and laughed under your breath and murmured a “really well.”
After your first encounter, he asked the same question after every scene still standing as close as possible without it being weird. Once there was no need for him on set anymore seeing that his character wasn’t needed for the story line, he asked you out on a formal date. That’s where your love story began.
You had been dating for a year and a half, and to say that Ross was protective was an understatement. Whenever you were out, he had his arm around you or his fingers intertwined with yours. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, he did completely, he just didn’t trust the other guys.
It didn’t get any better when you were cast in the same tv show. He was cast as ‘Reggie Mantle’ Riverdale’s typical jock, fuck boy, and you were cast as ‘Mercy Hamburg’ one-half of the power couple that ruled over Riverdale. You were both glad that you would be working together since when you would be working on different jobs, you would never see each other. You were so excited to be in front of the camera again, as you had been behind it for over a year. Ross, on the other hand, wasn’t necessarily happy that he wasn’t the other half of the power couple your character was in.
He knew that the relationship would be completely fictional, and it wouldn’t be you kissing the other guy, but your character. It still bothered him that another guy would be able to hold you and call you pet names and put his lips on yours. Ross would never admit this, though. The pride he felt when he saw you advance in your career would overpower his feeling of jealousy—or so he thought.
You had met your love interest, a character named Thomas Buckley, who was portrayed by Richard Harmon. Richard was incredibly charming, but also had a goofy side that never failed to make you laugh. You also had to admit that he was handsome, but you honestly only had eyes for Ross.
The first couple of weeks on set was chill. Your scenes were relatively easy, but you had yet to film anything crazy intimate with Richard. That all changed today when you were set to film a sex scene between your two characters. You had never filmed an actual sex scene before, so to say you were a little nervous was completely valid.
There were a lot of people surround the bedroom set that would soon house your almost naked body, including Ross, who had one scene later today but insisted on coming in early when he heard about the details your scene.
You were standing behind the camera with your lines in your hands, nervously going over them while you bounced from foot to foot. Richard came to stand beside you and noticed your strange behavior.
“It’s okay to be nervous, I was when I had to film my first sex scene.” He tried to comfort you but it didn’t work as you just nodded and glanced back down at your paper.
He grabbed the paper out of your hand to get your attention, and put on of his hands on the side of your neck, fingers slightly tangled into your hair.
“You are going to do great,” Richard stared directly into your eyes, “Just act like it’s the real thing and remember to breathe.” He comforted you, and it had worked a little. Your anxiety had decreased a tiny bit.
After a minute, he withdrew his hand and walked toward the director who was calling him. You turned around to see Ross standing in the corner looking intently at you with a look you couldn’t interpret. You only had seen that look once before.
You turned around as the director called you to set. He briefed you on how the scene would go and wished you good luck. You stood on the mark by the door, and the director called action.
Richard grabbed your waist and pushed you against the fake door. With your back pressed against the wood, he grabbed both of your wrists into one of his large hands as he attacked his lips against your neck.
You shut your eyes, pretending that he was sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body with just neck kisses. You opened your mouth as he moved down your body and kissed your collarbones. He only stayed there for a second before he enclosed his lips on yours.
The open mouth kisses had you breathless as he moved your body over to the bed. He pushed you down on the bed as he brought his shirt over his head, and he looked down at you hungrily. He bent down and started to kiss you again. The kisses were rough, and you didn’t feel the butterflies in your stomach you got when Ross had his lips on yours.
Everything went by so fast. Before you knew it, Richard had ripped your shirt off and thrown it on the floor where your shorts would soon end up. He attacked his lips to your neck and slowly moved down your body. He again had your arms pinned above your head. You faked a gasp as the camera moved to your face. However, the pants that escaped your mouth, were quite real. Richard had taken your breath away as moved up and down your body leaving wet spots everywhere.
After a couple more takes, the director finally dismissed you and Richard. You were putting your clothes back on as Richard looked back at you and said, “You did great. If I was watching, I would really think that you were turned on.” He winked back at you and you lightly slapped his shoulder trying to act cool.
You had approached Ross who had moved from the back corner to the door that led to a hallway that ended outside beside all the trailers. The look he had before had intensified, and as you stood beside him he put his hand on the small of your back, leading you toward your trailer. When he was out of earshot of all the workers on set whispered into your ear, “You’re in big trouble, Kitten. I know what you were doing back there and it didn’t make me happy.”
It sent chills down your back when the words left his mouth. Ross had only ever acted like this once before and that was when you mistook a random frat guy for one of your friends at a party and started dancing with him. After Ross, had caught you, it was like he was a completely different person. The goofball you knew had melted away, and this dominating man came out. That night, he had left bruises on your butt that would be there for weeks and hurt when you sat down.
It excited you when you remembered that night. Just the thought of that side of Ross coming out again made a pool form in between your legs.
He had led you to your trailer which was at the end of the row. He opened the door for you, but as you were walking up the stairs he slapped you on your ass. It wasn’t a playful slap either, it was a slap that said ‘you deserve to be punished.’
Once you both were inside the trailer and Ross had locked the door, he turned to you and walked slowly with a look of dominance on his features. Each step he took forward, you took a step back until your back hit the side wall.
“Oh, baby girl, have you any idea what you did today?” Ross smirked as he wrapped one of his hands around your throat and looked directly in your eyes. You whimpered in response which Ross didn’t like as he tightened his grip. “Use your words, kitten.”
“No, sir. I don’t know what I did to upset you.” Ross let out a groan as he heard your words. The last time he was like this, he made you address him as sir, and when you didn’t he spanked you, so you learned you lesson quickly.
“Darling, I saw the little act you put on today with Richard. You were moaning and groaning with his lips on your neck just like the way you do when you’re with me. What do you have to say for yourself?” His hand that wasn’t wrapped around your neck had started to tug on your shorts.
“I’m sorry I misbehaved, sir. I was just doing my job.”
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time, princess. I’m going to have to teach you a lesson since this won’t be the last time your lips encounter his.”
He sat down on the couch and pulled you by your arm to where you were laying on his lap with your butt in the air. He pulled your shorts down to your knees and started to massage your butt with his large hand.
“I want you to count each one, and thank me afterward.” He commanded with a strong voice. You turned your head to the side and made eye contact with him as you shook your head.
With that, he brought his large, calloused hand down on your right cheek. You squealed in response before saying, “One. Thank you.”
This continued ten more times, each slap got increasingly harder.
“Oh princess, you should really see your ass right now. It’s so red.” He rubbed his hands over the tender skin, and you whimpered at the contact.
Ross then hooked his fingers on your underwear and brought them down your legs, and you kicked them off along with your shorts. He rubbed his fingers along your entrance and smirked, “My little girl enjoyed the spankings, didn’t you? Your cunt is dripping wet for me.”
You moaned and squirmed around wanting more friction from Ross, “Please, sir.”
“Use your words, kitten, tell me what you want” He continued to tease you.
“I need more, sir. Please make me come.” You begged while making eye contact with him.
“Your wish is my command.” As the words moved past his lips, his pointer finger and middle finger slammed into your core. You let out a loud moan as his fingers pumped inside of you.
He showed no remorse as he attached his thumb on your clit. He relentlessly went at your core with his fingers as he curled them to hit that one spot that always made you come. It was all too much for you to handle, and you felt a knot begin to form in the pit of your stomach.
“I’m so close, sir.” You mumbled but Ross heard you.
“Hold it, pet” He commanded.
You were about to come when you felt an absence in your core. You turned around to see a smug looking Ross looking down at you, “Why did you stop?” you pouted.
“Because, baby girl, you needed to learn a lesson. I am the one who controls your orgasms. I’m sure you won’t forget that now.” You could hear the cockiness dripping from his words.
You stared up at him and gave him your best puppy dog eyes, trying to get him to continue.
“Maybe next time, because I think I hear someone calling me to set.” He got and laid your worn-out body on the couch. He leaned down and kissed your forehead and whispered, “I love you, baby,” before walking out of your trailer and leaving you very frustrated.
a/n- this is going to be a 3-part miniseries where I do the ‘costar’ theme for 3 of the actors on Riverdale, and they all will be smut! Speaking of smut, tell me how I did! My inbox is always open, so please drop a message, I’d love you forever! This is pure filth oh my god I just so thirsty for Ross he is such daddy. I was going to make this a daddy kink but I thought it’d be a little too much lol. Thanks for reading, ily.
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avenging-fandoms · 4 years ago
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zach could take his frustration out on u when he lost a football or basketball game 🥴
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“i ruined it. i fucked up the whole game when i missed that basket. goddamnit!” he slammed his fist against his kitchen table, making you frown. 
“you didn’t fuck it up. if we’re being honest, it’s johnson’s fault. he passed it to you without you really being ready and you shot it out of a whim. that wasn’t the plan” you rub his arm but he shakes his head.
“i should’ve been ready, i always have to be ready. i lost the game for us” he grits his teeth and you sigh loudly, getting up from the table.
“fine, you lost the game for them. maybe i don’t want to hang around some loser” you pick up your things and turn around, zach standing up way too fast. 
“you think you can talk to me like that?” you smirk before turning around, dropping your smirk and looking him up and down, crossing your arms and slowly stepping forward in front of him. 
“i mean i just did. maybe i’ll go hang out with justin, at least he knows how to win” you smirk and zach’s hand wraps around your neck, making you gasp. you drop your stuff, zach making you walk backwards and pushing you against the wall, mouth close to yours. 
“you think just can fuck you as good as i do?” he whispers, your fingers grabbing his shorts and pulling him into you. “can he?” his grip tightens, making you gasp and smile.
“why don’t you invite him over and find out?” you say, zach growling and kissing you hungrily. his hand lets go of your neck, picking you up and bringing you to his room. he throws you on his bed, sliding off his shirt. you bite your lip, wrapping your legs around his waist. 
“you made me lose. you were cheering for me and i got fucking distracted. you made me lose” he gritted, making you laugh. 
“don’t make excuses because you’re a shitty basketball player” he rips off your jeans and underwear, roughly spreading your legs. zach licks his fingers, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit. you whimper, pushing your hips into his hand. 
“so wet and desperate for a shitty basketball player, huh?” 
“you’re n-not very good” zach picks up the speed of his fingers, his palm rubbing against your clit. you tried to play it off that he wasn’t doing a good job, but your fingers gripping the bed sheets gave it away. zach smirked, leaning down and sucking against your clit, your thighs shaking around his head. 
“i’m not very good, huh?” he smirked, looking up at you. you huff, arching your back and moving your hips against his tongue. he pulled away, and you kick your leg. 
“you’re such a fucking dickhead” he took off your shirt, sliding off his shorts and underwear. your fingers fumbled with the condom, sitting up and sliding it onto zach. he pushes you back and puts you on all fours, spreading your legs and sliding into you, the both of you groaning. he grips your hips and pounds into you, gripping your hair in his fist. “fuck.. fuck yes.. zach..”
“you think justin can fuck you this good? make you moan as loud? no. he can’t, because you’re mine, and only fucking mine” you stretch your arms out in front of you, gripping the pillow and nearly tearing it. 
“zach, if you don’t shut the fuck up-” he flips you on your back, hand around your neck as he thrusts into you, putting a leg over his shoulder.
“look who’s quiet now” he smirked, biting his lip and moaning. “fuck i’m gonna cum. fuck fuck” he groaned, throwing his head back. he pushes your leg down, kissing you and moaning into your mouth as he came, moaning your name. 
“zach pl-lease make me cum, i promise i won’t taunt you anymore” he smirks, pulling your hips forward and fingering you, swirling his tongue around your clit. your fingers grip his hair, thighs trembling around his head as you cum on his fingers. he licks his fingers, smiling at you. he throws away the condom, cleaning you up and giving you a pair of his boxers and a shirt. 
you get dressed, studying zach as he puts on his underwear and shorts. “what? something wrong?”
“you’re just..” he fell on his bed next to you, head resting against his hand as he sat up on his elbow. your hand held his chin, thumb rubbing over his jawline, tilting his head up. “you’re just so perfect” you whisper, making zach smile and kiss you. 
“even when i fuck up the game?” he whispered against your lips and you push him away. 
“i only said that so you’d fuck me harder. i don’t actually believe you fucked the game up. i promise. you’re my superstar” you smile, rolling on top of him and hugging him tightly, kissing his neck.
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13reasonswhylove · 5 years ago
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thewackywriter · 6 years ago
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Since I saw you do river dale, can you do aRoss Butler imagine where he asks you on a date and it’s just super cute ^^
A/N: Ah Ross is such a cutie, I can totally see this happening! Thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!
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Smooth - Ross Butler
The last thing she expected when she opened her dressing room door was to have flowers shoved directly in her face.
Her immediate reaction was to stumble back slightly and start a sneezing fit, causing the person holding the flowers to drop the flowers and start apologizing immediately. When she finally stopped sneezing, she was able to look up and see her costar Ross awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous smile on his face.
“I’m really sorry, I was trying to be romantic and that just completely backfired. I’m gonna go, I’ll see you on set.” Before she could get a word out, he was already rushing off.
Later on, once they finished filming for the day, she caught up with him before he could leave and started walking beside him, “Hey Ross, so um what happened this morning?” A blush came to his cheeks as he told her, “Well I’ve kind of been interested in you for a while and wanted to ask you out, but clearly I’m not as smooth as my characters.”
Y/N tried to casually slip her hand into his, which had his head whipping towards her with a shocked expression. She just gave him a small smile and shrug, “I mean I thought it was pretty smooth. Just a little advice for our first date, I’m allergic to flowers.”
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urwarriorangel · 7 years ago
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bad (reggie mantle drabble)
hi hi hiiiii, still some more halloween drabbles! bc my late ass always gives 110% LOL! i love ross butler as reggie and i really hope y’all do too! pls lmk what you think xoxo
w: ross butler’s reggie mantle is a warning in and of itself, unwanted groping, bit of violence, flirty reg (!no gifs r mine!)
I am having a wardrobe malfunction and I need to borrow your shirt! I don’t care if it’s your football jersey, MY ASS CANNOT TAKE MUCH LONGER IN THIS FUCKING SMALL ASS SKIRT! will you stop staring at me and give me your jersey? jfc I’ll go as you tonight, I guess. thank you, now--why are you looking at me like that? (feat Reggie Mantle)
“Hey, Reggie! Hey!” You call out for your friend from behind a bedroom door, desperate not to be seen by some random passerby.
“Hey, Y/N. What’s--?”
“Reggie, get in here,” you pull him inside the bedroom and he looks at you, a little wide-eyed. “Relax, Reg. I’m not here to seduce you.”
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“While I would love to devour you, I understand. Not everyone can handle--”
“If you say Mantle the Magnificent, I’m going to vomit,” you threaten and Reggie playfully glares at you.
“Alright, alright, what do you need from me? If it’s two hands to cover your ass, I am down ma,” he smirks and finishes his drink as you roll your eyes at him.
“Ugh this dress is too short, Reg,” you furrow your brows and look at the mirror. “Cheryl convinced me to buy it, but with curves like mine it crosses the fashion line and ends up on just the hoe end of things.”
“What?” Reggie gives you a confused look and you shrug, pulling yourself out of your self-pity party.
“Never mind. My point here is, I need to borrow your shirt. That, and, I need your help unzipping this thing,” you gesture towards your dress but Reggie slowly shakes his head, almost as if he’s about to say--
“No way, Y/N,” Reggie shakes his head and your eyes narrow at him. “One, this is my jersey. Coach will kill me if anything happens to it. And two, you look hot as fuck in this dress. You’re the hottest girl in the whole damn room, ma. And before you give me a smart ass answer, I’m not talking just this room. I mean in every room. You’re killing it.”
“One, who do you think would take better care of your jersey a drunk you or a sober me?” You pull the dress down as low as you can without your breasts popping out and give Reggie a look. “And two, while that was a nice compliment, Reggie, I’m not feeling that way. I feel like trash, I feel insecure, and I’m going to go home.”
“What?” Reggie’s face falls as he watches you, a small smile on your face as you shrug.
“Yeah, I’m just gonna head home. I’ll wrap a sheet or something around myself,” you turn to face the bed and grab the first sheet you see, wrapping it around yourself before turning to look at your friend. “I’ll text you when I get home, okay? You have--”
“Here,” Reggie takes off his letterman and quickly pulls off his jersey for you to wear. You raise your brows as you give him a once over.
“Holy hell, Reggie, talk about hot,” you whisper and you swear Reggie blushes, but it’s gone so fast you’re sure you imagined it.
“Now take that damn sheet off and let me unzip your dress,” Reggie quickly pulls on his letterman and you nod, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek before turning around and tossing the sheet back on the bed.
You move your hair to one side and feel Reggie’s breathing against the back of your neck. You feel his hands against your shoulders and he begins to carefully unzip your dress, fingers ever so gently grazing against your bare back as he reaches the bottom. His hands remain there for a moment too long before he pulls away and rubs the back of his head.
“I, um, I’ll walk you home if you still want to go,” Reggie clears his throat and turns around, so that you can change in peace.
“Thank you, Reggie,” you quickly pull the dress off and pull his shirt on, happy that it’s long enough and big enough and smells like him. “I-I’m done.”
Reggie turns around to say something, but he can’t seem to get any words out. You’re folding the sheet and tossing your dress in your purse and Reggie can’t help but watch you, a sort of warmth taking over him as he realized just how much he liked you wearing his jersey. You’re done cleaning up and you look at Reggie, only to notice him unmoving still.
“Hey, is everything okay?” You whisper to him and still, nothing. “Reggie?”
You walk a little closer and he coughs, breaking out of his daze as he nods vigorously.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” he nods and clears his throat as you give him a look.
“You don’t have to walk me home if you’d rather stay,” you shrug and turn around, looking for your purse. You find it on the floor and lean over, a curse escaping Reggie’s lips as his eyes land on your lace panties. You quickly get up and give him a worried look. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah,” his voice cracks when you place a hand on his shoulder. “Yeah, come on. I’m taking you home.”
“If you insist,” you shrug and walk out of the bedroom, Reggie quickly placing an arm around your shoulder as some drunk pervs whistled at you. “God they’re gross.”
Some drunk asshole reaches up and grabs your thigh, catching both you and Reggie by surprise. You yelp and Reggie turns around, ready to punch him.
“You know what?” He picks the guy up, pulling his arm back as the guy laughs drunkenly.
“Reggie, no!” You grab his hand, stepping between him and the guy. “He’s not worth it.”
“Listen to her,” the guy grabs your ass and you turn around, jaws clenched as Reggie gets ready to punch him. “She needs--”
You cut him off with a punch to the face, breaking his nose with the power behind your fist.
“She needs you to fuck off, jackass,” you glare at him and grab a stunned Reggie by the arm, leading him out of the house as the crowd parts for you two.
As soon as you’re out on the sidewalk, Reggie stops and you turn to face him, a questioning look on your face.
“That was the hottest, most badass thing I’ve ever seen. Holy fuck,” he whispers, shaking his head as his eyes study you.
“Thank you,” you smile widely at the compliment and wrap his arm around you again. “Now come on, walk me home. I’ll make you some hot cider if you’re good.”
“So I get cider if I’m good?” He raises a brow as you lead him to your apartment, a smirk on your face as you nod. “What do I get if I’m bad?”
“Me.”
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starboyreggie · 7 years ago
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Spoiled || R.B.
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Word Count: 1875
Pairing: Ross x reader
Summary: Coming from a rich family, you never had to work a day in your life until you met Ross. After a confrontation with him, he makes you work for your orgasm by riding his thigh.
Warnings: smut, thigh riding, blowjobs, dirty talk, rich!reader, spoiled brat!reader
Requested by @faee12 : “Omg can you do a imagine with Ross and thigh riding”
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// this is a reupload from my old blog xdaddyreggie //
Also, listen to Blackbear’s new album while listening to this preferably I miss the old you and make daddy proud trust me it makes it 100x better.
To be blunt, you were so happy that your family was rich. Your father was the CEO of a multi million-dollar company and your mother was a New York Times bestselling author. Put together, your parents made more than you could spend in ten lifetimes. This caused you to never have to work a day in your life.
As a child, you had a personal maid, Carla, who picked you up from your private school that your parents paid a lot for, made you your favorite snacks, and anything else you wanted. She would also read you to sleep at night since your parents were never home due to business meetings or events they had to go to. Carla became like you second mother, she taught you about boys and periods and other things a mother figure should teach you.
When you moved to middle school, you started to hang out with other rich families. You would hang out with the other children while your parents would talk business. You would brag about the latest electronic your daddy had just bought you just like the other kids. Your parents always wanted you to be better than all the other kids so they would spoil you with whatever you asked for and even what you didn’t ask for.
It reached a whole new level when you went to high school. Your mother hired you a tutor, but he would never teach you, but just do the work for you. You never said anything though, it was just work you didn’t have to do. You started to go with your parents to fancy parties and events which was your favorite since you got to go shopping for a new dress. Your daddy never gave you a price limit when you went shopping; he had given you a credit card in middle school and it had never been declined so you thought it didn’t have one.
You mother would set you up with boys from other rich families. All the children of rich families knew what happened when your parents would set you up. It was like an unspoken code. You would go to the event, laugh, dance and have a great time because you knew when the party was over you would go home with your date and things would get hot.
The only thing that changed when you moved to college is you stopped hooking up with the local rich boys and moved on to the frat boys. You went to parties every weekend, got shit faced, and on occasion hooked up with someone in the spare room. The school’s staff knew your parents so you never had to worry about your grades, but your father still hired you a tutor who just wrote your essays and took your tests for you.
When you got out of college, you had no idea what you wanted to do with the rest of your life but again you didn’t worry about it. You became a public figure and the face of brands who paid you a lot of money just for an Instagram post or to show your face at a party. You met Ross Butler on one of these brand deals. You were at a showing party of the new Netflix original show, Thirteen Reasons Why.
One of your girlfriends had introduced you to him, and when you made eye contact, you were instantly infatuated. He had this sex appeal that he carried around but he acted like he didn’t have it. When you flirted with him, it’s like he didn’t notice and he never flirted back. You were utterly confused since men had always shown interest in you.
It wasn’t until the third time you had hung out that you finally blurted out, “Do you not find me attractive? I have a been flirting with you nonstop since we met and all I have gotten back are a few compliments and one hug goodbye.”
He was shocked when you had confronted him like that. He just sat there with his mouth open, eyebrows scrunched, and stuttered, not being able to get a full sentence out. You got up in a huff and stormed out of his house. You were frustrated and angry that he had pulled you along like that since he was the one to invite you. You decided to treat yourself to a few new shoes to help calm your nerves.
It was about a week later when your butler had notified you that Ross was at your door and he wanted to talk to you. You really wanted to know what he had to say after he had basically turned you down. You had opened the door with a bitch face, “What do you wa-“ you started to say before Ross had rushed in and pushed you against the wall opposite to the door.
He had his hands on either side of your head and you could feel his breath on your face, “Princess, you have never had to work for anything in your life,” He paused and pressed his body against yours, “but tonight that’s going to change.”
The idea of working for something had never excited you like it did tonight. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding and your heart started racing when he led you to the living room by your wrists.
He plopped down on a black leather chair in the corner of the room. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and dark jeans with his legs spread out. He ran his hand up your leg which was exposed because you were wearing a silk nightgown with lace details. He held eye contact as his hand went higher up your thigh until he grabbed your butt.
“I’m not going to do anything, but sit here, baby girl, so get to work if you want something.” He teased as he took his hand off you and leaned all the way back in the chair. You looked at him with your eyebrows raised as to say, are you serious, and he crossed his arms over his chest and challenged you with his eyes.
You chuckled and rolled your eyes as you straddled his lap. You rubbed your hands up and down his chest and you pressed down your core onto his. You brought your lips to his neck and peppered kisses from his jawline to base of his neck where you settled on his collarbone and started to suck. You lightly grazed your teeth over the mark you made and he let out a raspy groan.
You started to fumble with the button of his jeans when he grabbed both of your wrists in his hand to stop you, “Did you not hear what I said? Princess, you’re going to have to work for your orgasm.”
You were confused for a second, not knowing what he meant. It wasn’t until he patted his thigh that you knew what he wanted you to do. You let out a huff as you moved to straddle one of his legs. You held eye contact as you started to rock back and forth. The roughness of his jeans making your eyes roll back as it contacted your bare core.
“I wish you could yourself right now, using my thigh to get yourself off.” His hands went to your hips and pressed down so more pressure would be on your clit. You let out a loud moan and your hands went to his chest to steady yourself.
“Fucking ride my thigh like the spoiled brat you are. Daddy can’t buy you out of this one, can he?” He teased. You started to move faster on his thigh as you felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach.
“Fuck, keep talking.” You managed to get out between pants.
“Baby girl likes when I talk? Of course, you do, you can’t do anything yourself, can you? I bet no one has ever made you work for anything so this must be hard for you, do you want my help?”
“Yes, please.” You begged as you felt the knot getting tighter.
“Ha, have you not listen to a word I’ve said? Fuck your daddy needs to pay for a better education if you don’t understand by now that I’m not going to touch you at all tonight.” He laughed while you gave him a desperate look.
“Oh, is the brat close to her orgasm?” He teased, “Come on come for me.”
You made eye contact with him as your orgasm took hold of your body and you collapsed on Ross’s chest as your body convulsed with the earth-shattering orgasm. You never felt anything like that before and it felt ten times better than your best orgasm.
“Princess, you’re not done.” He held you up and pushed you down to the floor in-between his legs. You knew what he wanted and you started to feel more comfortable because this was your forte.
You were still recovering from your orgasm as you ran your hands up and down his thighs skipping over the spot he needed you most. He let out a groan and mumbled, “Don’t tease me, princess”
You giggled as you unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his thighs. You peppered kisses all the way from his bellybutton to the band of his boxers while rubbing him through his boxers. He let out a muffled cuss word and put his head back on the top of the chair.
You pulled his boxers down and his dick sprang up and hit his stomach. You looked at him hungrily as you licked a bold line up his shaft to his tip where you took it into your mouth and sucked lightly. He grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pushed you down onto his erection. You took as much as you could into your mouth as he hit your gag reflex, your eyes started to water as he kept you there for a couple of seconds.
When he finally let you come back up, you were gasping for air but you went right back to his dick and started to swirl your tongue around the tip. When he started to let out a groan, you stopped and took your mouth away and continued to jerk him off with your hand.
He gave you a warning look as you connected your lips with his dick again and took a good amount of him into your mouth. He started to buck his hips up into your throat and you knew he was close. You paid attention to the underside of the tip with your tongue and your hands went to his balls where you played with them.
“Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good. Keep going, I’m close.” He grunted. It wasn’t long before he shot his load into the back of your throat and you had no choice but to swallow it.
He looked down at you and smirked, “Working for it makes it better doesn’t it baby girl.”
You giggled and looked down with a small nod. He knew it had been as amazing for you as it was for him.
a/n- I know this isn’t relatable at all but oh well its what I wanted to write so. Also, tell me what you think about this in my inbox! I love hearing your feedback! Thank you guys for 1k I love you so much omg!
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starboyreggie · 7 years ago
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Hungover || R.M.
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Word Count: 643
Pairing: Reggie x reader
Summary: After a night of clubbing, you are left hungover in Veronica’s apartment. On your way home, you want some coffee, but you left your wallet at Veronica’s. Reggie steps in to pay for it and says a cheesy pickup line.
Warnings: mention of alcohol, underage drinking (?), like one cuss word, cheesy pickup line
Requested: nope me just being the reggie trash i am
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// This is a reupload from my previous blog xdaddyreggie.//
It’d had been one hell of a night. Last night had been Josie’s birthday and she decided she wanted to go clubbing. Initially, you had said that you weren’t going to drink, but Veronica had convinced you to take a shot and soon that one shot had turned into around six maybe- you stopped counting after four.
You don’t drink all that often, so it was no doubt that the next day you would be completely hungover. And indeed, you were. You found yourself on the floor of Veronica’s room with a huge headache and quiet a sore stomach.  You got up to use the restroom, tiptoeing around Ronnie’s sleeping form.
When you reached the bathroom, you looked in the mirror and gasped at your appearance. Your makeup was smudged and your curled hair was all over the place. You rubbed some warm water on your face to clean up the makeup, and borrowed Ronnie’s hairbrush to fix up the bird’s nest on top of your head.
After using the restroom, you returned to Veronica’s bedroom and changed out of the little black dress you had worn to the club the night before. You got some leggings and an oversized sweatshirt out of Veronica’s closet and put it on; you were sure she wouldn’t care that you borrowed some clothes. You were shocked she even owned such clothes. Veronica wouldn’t be caught dead in anything but designer. The girl even went to bed with a pearl necklace on. Before leaving her apartment, you left a note on the dresser saying that you had a great night and would text her when you got home.
Walking down the street, you stopped at a small coffee shop hoping that a warm cup of coffee would solve your headache. The coffee shop was small and quiet with only two other people at a booth both on their laptops. You walked up to the counter and placed your order, which was simple just medium cup of coffee with almond milk and two scoops of sugar. While waiting for your cup, you heard a ring meaning someone had opened the door.
The barista set down your drink and stated that your total was 3.50. You reached down at where your pockets should be, seeing that you were wearing leggings and had no pockets, and patted groaning. You had left your wallet and your phone at Veronica’s in your clutch.
“I am so sorry, I seemed to have forgot my wallet at home. Can I come back in like ten minutes and pay after I’ve gone home?” You asked at the unconvinced barista.
“I’ll pay for her drink” You heard a deep voice from behind you and you turned around to see Reggie.
“Thank you so much,” You say stepping to the side as Reggie stepped forward to hand the man the money, “I’ll pay you back I promise.”
He shrugged at your response, “You don’t have too. It seems like you’ve had a rough morning.”
You blushed a little and looked down, “At least let me buy your coffee next time.” You looked backed up to see Reggie smirking.
“How about you pay me back with your phone number?” He said in a smug voice. You let out a nervous giggle, and looked back up at him.
“Sure, Mantle” You reached for the pen laying on the counter and scribbled your number onto his hand. You put the pen back and grabbed your coffee instead, Reggie’s eyes following your every move.
“I hope you’ll put that to good use.” You say nodding toward your phone number while slowly heading out of the coffee shop.
“You can bet on it.” Reggie said with a smirk, looking shocked that the pickup line had worked. He had a sly grin on his face as he turned around to order his coffee.
A/N- ahhh! this is my first post on this blog, leave me some feedback or requests in my inbox! Sorry this is really short, promise the upcoming posts will be longer!
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greyshuhs · 7 years ago
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Bet || R.M.
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Word Count: 2095
Pairing: Ross!Reggie x reader
Summary: Chuck bets Reggie five hundred dollars to hook up with you, his tutor, and the outcome leaves you heartbroken.
Warnings: smut, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, Reggie being a complete fuckboy, complete filth
Requested by anon:
“Hey Can you do a Reggie imagine where his bet that he couldn’t get the reader to go out with him. The reader is really pretty and awkward. So he tries and eventually falls in love with her. With a really fluffy ending. I know it’s cliché, haha.”
I kind of strayed off from the request, hope that’s okay! I might do a second part where it's fluffier though!
Masterlist // Part Two
It was a normal day at Riverdale High. Reggie was walking down the hallway with his boys at his side like they always do in the morning. Reggie, on the outside, was the definition of a fuckboy. He was the new captain of the football team which inflated his ego even more and when he went partying, he went home with a different girl every time. You didn’t know him personally, but he had that reputation and his friends were the same way.
“Hey, Mantle,” Chuck said approaching Reggie at his locker, and placed his hand on Reggie’s shoulder before continuing, “Where were you last night? You missed a wild night of 7 minutes of heaven at the party last night.”
“Damn, I wish I was there. My mom is making me go to tutoring lessons, or I have to quit the football team.” Reggie scoffed, rolling his eyes as he closed his locker and leaned against it.
Chuck laughed lightly, “You should have skipped it last night. Cheryl’s party would have been ten times better than listening to some nerd go off by algebra.”
“I don’t know about that man; my tutor is pretty hot.” Reggie looked up and bit his lip trying to hold in a smirk.
“Oh, I get it now, Reggie has a thing for smart girls. Who is she?” Chuck inquired while slapping Reggie on the shoulder, laughing.
Reggie said your name and Chuck gave him a look, “Really, I heard she is hard to get with like she has never hooked up with one of the guys before.” Chuck was saying that you hadn’t shown up in their Playbook which was peculiar since most girls at Riverdale High have shown up at least once.
“I don’t know about that dude. You should have seen the way she was on me last night. We didn’t go very far, but I don’t think it would be hard to tap that.” Reggie was straight up lying to Chuck. You had not done anything at all, and you were not all over him like he was letting on. You were so wrapped up in the material you were trying to teach him, that you had just brushed off his flirts. This, of course, hurt Reggie that you had shown little interest in him, so it led him to lie about it to make himself feel better.
“Really, Mantle?” Chuck raised his eyebrow with a look of challenge in his eyes, “Well, I bet you can’t go all the way by the end of the football season.”
“Are really doubting me, Chuck? That hurts my feelings.” Chuck shrugged in response with the same look of mischief in his eyes, “Okay, I’ll take that bet, but when I do, you owe me five hundred dollars.”
“Deal Mantle,” Chuck said in confidence as he looked Reggie in the eyes.
That encounter had been seven days ago and ever since Reggie had been basically attached to your hip; he followed you around school and sat beside you in every class you had together, and you had no idea why he is suddenly being so clingy.
You were the opposite of the girls Reggie would go for. You were the quiet, shy girl who would sit in the front of the class eager to learn. You never went to parties or drank or even wore revealing clothing. You were the definition of a good girl.
However, you weren’t naïve. You knew when Reggie was coming on to you, and it left you flustered to no end, but you never let it show. Whenever he leaned against you to point at something in the textbook, your heart started to beat a million beats per second. Your body was betraying you. You had no wish to get with Reggie, but whenever he put his hand on your knee in class, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach.
This tutoring session was no different than usual, however, Reggie was coming on to you strong. When you walked into Reggie’s empty house, he led you into his bedroom which was strange because you usually study in the kitchen.
You sat down on Reggie’s bed and started to open your textbook, “I was thinking that we could start with number-“
“Actually, tonight can we start with Chemistry” He inquired with a sly look on his face.
“Oh, I didn’t bring my chem books, but if you have yours then, of course, we could.” You were slightly confused as Reggie’s mom said that he only needed help in math.
Reggie scooted closer to you so your thighs were touching and his face was a couple of inches from yours, “No, I’m not talking about the subject, but the chemistry between you and me.”
The combination of Reggie’s smirk and his words had you completely shocked and your mouth was slightly open with fragments of words coming out.
“C’mon I see the way you look at me when I scoot closer to you. I know you feel something between us.” Reggie was inching his face closer with every word that left his mouth and you weren’t stopping him.
Reggie stopped centimeters from your lips and you felt his ragged breath fan against your face, “Don’t tell me you don’t.” With that, you crashed your lips against his.
His lips were soft and plump against yours, and the kiss was full of urgency. Reggie swiped his tongue over your bottom lip before you opened your mouth and his tongue plunged in, exploring every inch. When Reggie finally pulled away, you were panting, but he seemed unaffected as he still had a smug smirk on his face.
He pushed you down on his bed and climbed on top of you while connecting his lips to your neck. You arched you back into the bed and let out a soft moan as his lips traveled to your sweet spot on the base of your neck.
“Babygirl, I’m going to make you feel so good.” He hummed as he pulled the collar of your classic white t-shirt lower to expose the top of your breasts.
You lifted off the bed slightly to pull your fitted shirt off your body so you were left in a nude lace bra. If you knew this would be happening tonight, you would have put on sexier underwear, but you were glad you decided to wear matching panties even if they weren’t the sexiest pair you owned.
“Damn, you’re so hot.” Reggie hummed against your skin as he dragged his lips down your torso. He tugged on the top of your jeans, signaling you to lift your butt up to help him undress you. You did as he wanted but pouted, “You’re wearing too much clothing.”
Reggie laughed under his breath and pulled his shirt over his head and gave you a look as to say, “Is this better?” You shook your head as you leaned up and started to work on his belt.
“No princess, not yet,” Reggie said with a teasing tone and pushed you down on the bed.
His lips attached to the top of your breasts again and the way he was sucking on them, there would surely be bruises there the next day. You laced your fingers in his hair, pulling slightly and Reggie let out a deep moan in response.
Reggie kept peppering kisses up and down your torso, but as soon as he would go down farther, he would stop and go back up. “Reggie, stop teasing me, I need you.” You whined.
“Use your words, tell me what you want.” Reggie coaxed as he brought his head up to yours to look in your eyes.
“Reggie,” You pleaded but he gave you a serious look, “I want your fingers.”
“Where?” Reggie teased, “Where do you want my fingers?”
You squirmed around and gave him a look of pure need before stating, “In my cunt. I need your fingers in my cunt please, Reggie.”
“Your wish is my command,” Reggie said biting his bottom lip before pulling your panties to the side and plunging one finger into your soaking cunt. You let out a low grunt as he went knuckle deep. When the grunt left your lips, Reggie added another finger, and you moaned his name loudly.
He started to pump his fingers and you felt a small knot form in the pit of your stomach, “Tell me how this feels baby.”
“It feels fucking amazing, don’t stop, please.” You stuttered as you couldn’t think straight with pure pleasure clouding your brain.
Reggie bent his fingers up into your cunt and he hit your sweet spot. Your body jerked up as he assaulted that spot and a mix of cuss words and his name left your mouth.
“Fuck, Reg, I’m close.” You panted and you barely finished your sentence before you felt an emptiness where his warm fingers were. You started to whine as you opened your eyes to see Reggie fully exposed and on top of you.
“I want you to come around my cock tonight, Babygirl,” Reggie said in a dark tone before lining himself up with your entrance.
He looked into your eyes almost to ask if you were ready before slowly pushing his large member into your cunt. Your mouth fell open as he stretched your walls out, and he didn’t start moving for a few seconds to let you adjust to his size.
He started out moving slow and as your moans got louder, it encouraged him to go faster. He started to slam into you and you swore you could see stars. You could tell he was also feeling the same intense pleasure as his eyebrows were scrunched and he had a look of concentration on his face.
“I’m close Reggie, fuck.” You moaned and placed your head into the crook of his neck.
A couple more thrusts later, Reggie was as close as you were as he became more vocal, saying your name and how much you felt good wrapped around him.
“Come for me baby, shit.” He mumbled into your ear and his words sent you over the edge. An intense feeling of pleasure took over and your orgasm pulsed through your whole body.
Not soon after had Reggie also let go into you. He continued to sloppily thrust into you so you both could ride out your orgasms.
Reggie rolled off your body and laid next to you, out of breath, “Fuck, that was amazing.”
You smiled to yourself as you let out a hum in agreement.
The next day, you were glowing. You never had felt so good; you were having a good hair and skin day and woke up in a great mood. The only slightly bad thing was that you had left your textbooks at Reggie’s house because you weren’t focused on your books at all when you left his house at midnight last night.
You decided to find Reggie before class started to see if he had brought your books with him to school. You went straight to the boy’s locker room since that’s where all the football players went before class started.
However, you stopped yourself before walking in when you heard Reggie’s voice.
“Where is my five hundred dollars?” Reggie said to someone you couldn’t see.
“What? No way you hit that this quickly.” It was Chuck Clayton, one of Reggie’s best friends. Why did Chuck owe him that much money, you thought?
“Dude, all I had to do was say some shit like “don’t you feel the connection between us” and she was putty in my hands.” Reggie laughed and you felt your heartbreak, but couldn’t bring yourself to stop listening.
“Damn, Mantle. Was she any good? Should I go for her next?” Chuck said and you felt a tear fall down your cheek.
“She was basically begging me to fuck her, and when I finally did, she was tight as fuck. Honestly, 10/10 would fuck again. She’s still my tutor, so I think actually might.” You heard both boys laugh and footsteps heading toward the door.
At the last second, you ran down the hallway, tears blurring your vision.  You didn’t care if anyone saw you crying, you were so upset with yourself that you had fallen for Reggie’s tricks.
Reggie had put a price tag of a measly five hundred dollars on you and you played into his trap. He was five hundred dollars richer and you were completely blindsided and heartbroken.
a/n- school is officially out for me so expect a lot more imagines for the next couple of months. Also, don’t forget I’m always taking requests so send some to my inbox if you want something specific! I think I might start trying to upload twice a week, once on Sunday and on Thursday. One day would be an imagine and the other would be part of a fic! So send me what you think of this schedule and also how you liked this imagine because I love when I get your feedback!
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avenging-fandoms · 4 years ago
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could u write a Zach Dempsey imagine about going on the camping trip with him?
“i really don’t want to go on this trip, i hate the outdoors” you grumble, throwing your bag into the bus storage compartment. zach smiled, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. 
“come on, it’s not going to be so bad. we’re gonna make s’mores, explore the woods, plus we’re staying in the same tent together, it can’t be that bad, right?” he tilts your head up and smiles, kissing you softly. 
“yeah.. can’t be too bad” you smile, biting your lip. zach smacks your butt as you climb up the stairs of the bus, sitting near the back. you take your blanket out, wrapping it around yourself. zach looks at you and smiles, kissing your head. you get yourself comfortable and lay your head in his lap, zach making sure you didn’t fall off.
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zach set up the tent, and soon it got dark. you sat on his lap as you sat around the campfire, playing with his fingers as you were bored out of your mind. he kissed your shoulder, whispering how much he loves you in your ear. 
everyone disappeared into their tents, and you were so ready to go to bed. you changed into your pajamas and zach bit his lip, running a hand over his face. “god you are so sexy”
“oh please” you blush, rolling your eyes. you slide into the sleeping bag, holding onto zach tightly. “i hope this trip is normal. i just want a nice time with my friends” 
“it’s never normal at liberty, but we’ll make the best of it, i promise” zach kisses you a couple times, 
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“zach, we shouldn’t be away from the school! we should be doing the scavenger hunt!” you hiss, fanning youself. 
“oh we should? is that why you’re wearing your bathing suit?” he smirked, sliding off his shirt. you sigh, taking off your shirt and shorts. “come on, we’re on a trip away from home, away from everyone, it’s just us. come relax” he pulls you into him, kissing you softly. you pout, following him into the water. 
“god it’s freezing!” you shiver, zach smiling and holding your face, kissing you sweetly. soon that sweetness faded away when he slipped on a rock and you both fell in. you sit up, gasping and pushing your hair out of your face. the both of you sit in the shallow water, leaning back and floating as you soak up the sun. “zach.. where’s your flask?”
“at home, remember?” 
“so then why did i taste alcohol on your mouth?” you gritted your teeth at him, splashing him and getting up. you shake your head, ringing out the water in your hair and putting your clothes on. 
“yn, wait”
“no, you promised me, zach! you were doing so good! so fucking good and i physically saw you throw it all out! you fucking lied” anger built in your chest, throwing his shoes at him. 
“yn, wait!” he grabbed your waist and spun you around. 
“what!” he looked down at you, the alcohol still on his breath. “you fucking lied”
“i’m sorry. i just.. i couldn’t..”
“there’s no excuse zach” you looked up at him, holding his cheek. “burn it. i don’t want to see it again. i know you can do it, i know you can” he nods, giving you a tight hug and crying softly. “i know you can do it, baby”
“i love you so much” you smile, kissing him again. 
“i love you more, baby” you whisper against his mouth, kissing him again and hugging him, rocking back and forth.
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avenging-fandoms · 4 years ago
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zach asking you to prom i can't 😌 that man would go all out for you even if you weren't dating
even if you two were best friends, he’d still take you to prom and go above and beyond to make sure you had the best senior prom ever. he’d pick you up in his convertible that was all decked out with the word ‘prom?’ on the hood. he honked the horn and you came out, nearly crying.
“zach!”
“yn, the love of my life” he yelled and you cover your mouth, laughing. “will you do me the honor, the absolute pleasure, in being my date to the senior prom?” he gets on his knee and you shake your head, walking over to him. 
“yes, i’ll go with you. now get up, you goon” he smiles, picking you up and spinning you around. “why must i be stuck with you as my best friend?”
“because you love me, baby, you love me!” he kisses you all over your cheeks, making you squeal. “so? are you so excited to be going to the prom with the sexiest guy in the school?”
“i’m not going with justin” you tease and he gasps, pinching your sides, making you laugh.
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prom day finally came around, and zach’s mouth went dry when he saw you walk out of your front door. your dress matched his tie and matched the corsage he got. 
“my oh my” he said, licking his lips and smiling. “alright, you win. you are the sexiest in this friendship” he kisses your cheek, sliding the corsage onto your wrist. you pin the boutonniere onto his lapel, smiling. “correction: we are the sexiest in the school” you nod and laugh, heading to his car. 
you two dance the night away, slow dancing with your head on zach’s chest, smiling as you feel safe in his arms. you were so lucky to have zach as your best friend, and zach was lucky to have you as his.
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avenging-fandoms · 4 years ago
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zach teaching you how to play piano yes pls 😌
“have you always been a master on the piano?” your arms wrap around his neck from behind him, kissing his neck and cheek. 
“my mom forced me to do piano lessons. i guess they paid off, huh?” he smiled and turned his head, kissing you softly. you sit on his thigh, arm around his neck. “do you know how to play?”
“no, i’ve never played an instrument” you sigh, placing your fingers softly on the keys. zach’s hands slide on top of yours, helping you follow the keys and play “tiny dancer.” with his chin on your shoulder, he softly sings the lyrics as you and him play together. 
you lean your head back against his shoulder, not playing anymore and just letting zach play. you rest your hands on top of his now, turning your head and kissing his neck softly. you smile from ear to ear, turning your body and straddling him, arms tightly around his neck. zach’s arms wrap around your waist, kissing you passionately with a smile on his face. 
“can the piano lesson wait? like.. an hour or two?” he panted against your mouth and you laugh, nodding. zach picked you up, hands holding your butt as he takes you to his room.
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avenging-fandoms · 6 years ago
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Zach Dempsey in the bedroom?? I wonder what that boy would be like 🤔
so i feel like when zach first loses his virginity he’s so soft and kind and loves to feel you, letting you know how beautiful you are, asking “are you okay? do you want me to go slower?” etc
as you two have sex more and more, he gets more comfortable and wants to experiment with things, trying new things he sees and reads about and is so much more comfortable with his sex life
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avenging-fandoms · 6 years ago
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A request if you may Dating Zach and finding out he had a relationship and sex with Hannah (the reader was Also gone that summer) when she goes to support him during court?
you knew zach was a friend to hannah, but nothing like this.
you listened to the whole trial, a knot of jealousy in your throat. as soon as it ended you rushed out, running down the stairs and into your car. you gripped the steering wheel and leaned your forehead on the wheel, crying. 
you weren’t special, you lost your virginity to him, he lied about being a virgin. how could you let yourself fall for it?
a knock was sounded at you window and you saw it was zach. “let me explain”
“there’s nothing to explain, you’re a liar” you started your car and raced away. you pulled into your driveway and ran up to your room, throwing your bag on the ground. you take off your dress and change into your leggings and shirt, wiping off the makeup that was running down your cheeks. you pulled your hair back and sighed, turning on some music to help you relax. 
you finished the coloring page you started that morning, your nerves calming down. you headed downstairs to grab a water and someone knocked on the door. you opened it and regretted it. zach stood there in jeans and a t-shirt, his face red with tears running down his face.
“let me explain”
“there’s nothing to explain! you lied to me just to make me feel better!”
“no, y/n, because you’re my perfect girl, not hannah. if i could take back what i did with her i would, and i would do it with you. you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. you mean so much to me, and i hate that you’re mad at me for it”
“i’m mad at you for lying to me, that really fucking hurt”
“i know, i know, and i will do anything to make you forgive me” he holds your face and you kick the door closed.
“start by kissing me”
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avenging-fandoms · 6 years ago
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I TRIED, IS THIS THE PART YOU WANTED??
YES OH MY GOODNESS AND THE SECOND GIF GOES WITH THE BLURB TOO!!!!!! YOU’RE A GOD
you stood at zach’s car, spamming him with texts. “where are you?” “hello?” “did you leave the keys somewhere so i drive your car home while you help alex?” “helloooooo”
you release a huff, the strand of hair flying out of your face. you fix the strap on your shoulder, walking back into the school. you kept your eyes on your phone as you walked down the hallway, texting people if they’ve seen zach. you heard bangs coming from down the hall, which now had your attention. you lock your phone and slide it into your pocket, walking towards the sound. 
it was coming from the boy’s locker room. you opened the door slowly and peeked in, seeing zach hitting his locker with his baseball bat. you drop your bag and shut the door, running in. “zach stop! what are you doing?” he punched the locker and dropped the bat, his fists clenched. “zach?”
he turned around, tears streaming down his face. you slowly walk over, placing your shaking fingers on his his chests, running your fingers slowly over to his biceps, rubbing your thumbs over his burning hot skin. “i fucked it all up” he whispered. “the trial. i fucked it all up.”
“but you didn’t, zach, you told the truth, and it helped. you gave the truth that wasn’t on the tapes. i know you, zach, you’re a good kid. don’t doubt yourself”
he nodded slowly and you trailed your hands up to his jaw, making him look at you. “i love you, zach”
“i love you too, y/n” you hugged him tightly, your feet lifting off the ground as he wraps his arms around your waist. your legs wrap around his waist, both of you standing in the silence of the locker room, holding each other. 
you guys soon left, you driving, you wanted zach to relax. his hand rested on your thigh as you drove, your hand on top of his as your thumb rubbed over the back of his hand.
as zach took a shower, you made some tea and grabbed some snacks. he came back into the room with basketball shorts on and no shirt, his chest still wet from the shower, droplets falling from his hair. 
you changed into a pair of his sweatpants and his hoodie, sipping your soothing beverage. he laid next to you and you handed him his tea. zach gave you a soft smile with a kiss to the cheek, turning on his favorite movie that always put him into a better mood: Wall-E. he took a couple sips of the delicious tea you made, setting it on the table next to you, you doing the same. the both of you slid under the covers, zach’s head on your chest and arms around your waist. your fingers played with his damp hair, kissing his head a couple times every couple of minutes. 
zach deserved the world, and all the happiness in it. he didn’t deserve the backlash he got after telling the truth, just because he was with hannah. it was absolutely gross to you how boys could be such dicks to people who actually cared for other people than them self. 
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