#yoi drabble

[cynicalmusings]

[impala-dreamer]

Okay okay hear me out

What can you tell me about pulling Dr. Reid’s luscious, gorgeous hair?

At first, he doesn't know how to respond.

Sure, his body reacts appropriately to your hand treading through his hair, your ass wiggling against his thighs, your tits in his face, but his brain can't quite figure it out.

There's a flash when you yank on his locks, a violent spread of pain webbing across his scalp, and he should hate it. He knows that it's an actual, perceptible pain, and he should react accordingly and yelp or push you away, but there's something else happening.

Behind the pain, or rather, alongside it, there's a flicker of pleasure. More than a flicker, an explosion that bursts through his nervous system and sends blood surging straight down to his cock. His heart races; lungs expand with a sharp breath. His eyes blur and his skin burns.

He contemplates the effect of your fingers tight against his scalp, calculates the exact repercussions from sexually enjoying such an act, and the expansive world of kink behaviors that it may lead to. He ponders why he's never thought about masochism as something he might enjoy or even been interested to explore, and decides it has to do with all the negative connotations that BDSM seems to have, especially within the confines of criminal behavior analysis and profiling. He knows he's not a sociopath, so why would he extract pleasure from the pain you're inflicting upon him now, and would he enjoy even more pain during a sexual encounter.

Ultimately, he decides that it's nothing to worry about as nearly forty percent of Americans consider themselves kinky in some way.

Of course, all of this debate and consideration took place in Spencer's brilliant mind in the span of point seven seconds, so all you noticed was a slight widening of his hazel eyes and the most decadent, sensual moan you'd ever heard.

[clove-pinks]

Not only I am going to continue to say "consume media" and "create content," I will double down on even more corporate language!

From now on, I will call fanfiction "value-added narrative solutions."

[psychegreenleaf]

Yuri Victuuri hc

They both thought the other one was straight at first, because at Yuri's side, it's so weird for Victoria to be this clingy, asking for sleeping together, bathing naked together living together with a cute dog, all those physical touch and going to the beach?? That's what straight girls do, lesbian can't be that blunt right ??? Yuri was so afraid of loving a straight woman again just because of she's nice and u do all those "friends stuff" together, the last one was Yuuko and turns out she's straight and it breaks Yuri's heart.

And at Victoria's side, she's thought it was so obvious that she's 100%lesbian, so she thought the reason yuri keep running away from her was because Yuri is straight and don't want to give her the wrong idea that she's interested in her

[ashes0909]

Writing Game

I'm in the mood to revive my Writing Game - Just like before, I'll write short 100-500 word ficlets if you give me 3 words and a ship!

Ships:

Steve/Tony (MCU)

Bucky/Steve/Tony (MCU)

Tony/Bucky (MCU)

Clint/Bucky (MCU)

Phil/Clint (MCU)

Yuuri/Victor (Yuri!!! on Ice)

Castiel/Dean (Supernatural)

Harry/Draco (Harry Potter)

Draco/Hermione (Harry Potter)

Shane/Ilya (Game Changers)

Henry/Alex (Red, White and Royal Blue)

Edit: And let me know if you'd like it smutty 😏🍆

[evilevilevilnotevilevilagain]

Null. You were expecting. A daughter \ a son \ a symbol. I came as a black mold and drove you all out. Your final mercy came by way of not staining my memory with your presence. Da boch chi. One. You wanted to be one of us, but could not run as we do. Your knees would not bend. Your hands would not become tools. Doomed to walk upright, you turned to the skies, became our god. You marveled at our fangs snapping just below your feet. My savagery your favorite amongst them. You thought yourself above it all up on your cloud. Untouchable? See how high I jump. Two. A wounded beast is most desirable when all its gratitude is turned to you alone. Center of my world.  Did you love my scars most of all? You could have kept on fixing me all your life, you know. Tell me what is best for me. I fear I disagree. Three. You let me come to you when I felt it right. This trust was years in the making. You wished to teach me. A new trick. I fell back on my old ways. Now we'll never know what is it that you wanted of me. Four. My brother. There are no other words left to speak.

[mrs-iruka]

Every day for the next 30 days, I will be posting a 100 word drabble. Welcome to 30 days of YOI. These will be fall inspired now that the autumn equinox is upon us. I hope you enjoy 💕

[rememberingyoi]

My first fanfic! Just a short Drabble I hope everyone enjoys!

Title: Toeloop Therapy

~JJ and Phichit have a heart warming moment in the locker room after the competitions~

"I wont be made a fool of god dammit!" JJ exclaimed to the air with his eyes stitched shut; his quivering hands holding one of his skates.

In his mind he played back the previous season, all the falls, the failures, the low scores.

"I will win, by any means" He yelled, clenching his fist around the blade making his callused palms bleed; before a second later, dropping the skate to the floor. He stepped from the bench of the changing room, as Phichit Chaulanott entered.

"Oh hey JJ, sorry to hear about your what happened out on the ice. How are y-" He paused, his eyes widening upon seeing JJ's hand.

"JJ are you okay?" He asked warmly, how kind he was...

Growing increasingly angry, he swings his hand, hitting Phichit on the back of the head.

"Do I look okay to you?" JJ growled. "That gold was mine to win!"

"Dude, what the hell?" Phichit exclaimed, stepping back and gripping the back of his head. "Being upset about losing doesn't give you the right to be a jerk to everyone. I didn't win the gold either, but you don't see me becoming violent."

"I don't-" JJ started, prepared to argue but realizing he didn't know what to say. "I just… I'm sorry. This is a lot for me right now."

"Do you go to therapy? If not, I highly recommend it. A good therapist could teach you some coping methods."

JJ, ever since coming into his own and placing a crown on his own head, had never felt this low. He was so used to being on top; he never expected for everything he had built to come crumbling down in a moment. He'd never had to "cope" before.

"Maybe hamster therapy," Phichit was musing aloud, unaware of JJ's internal dialogue. "Those cute little guys always calm me down. I can talk to them about anything, too."

"I'm not going to hamster therapy," JJ frowned, sitting back down on the bench. "But...you might be right. I need to talk to someone about this."

"Have you not talked to your parents about any of this?"

"No, I don't want them to think I'm a big loser.. which they probably already think"

"I don't think you're a loser JJ. Yeah, you had some mistakes but dont we all, and you picked it back up at the end to get some points back.

"Yeah, I guess your right, I don't know what got into me"

"It’s okay, there is always next time," Phichit says while bringing bandages from a nearby first aid kit. "Let me help you with your hand"

"Ouch, be careful.. ugh... you don't have to do this, especially after how I treated you," says JJ, wincing in pain.

"It's fine, its what friends are for," Phichit winks, finishing up the bandage "You know I do have some contacts I can send you for therapy"

"Really?"

"Yeah," Phichit said, sitting beside JJ, "I mean, I also could listen to you, I used to do it all the time for Yuuri," Phichit blushes.

JJ, looking over at Phichit, a soft smirk on his face. “ You know I've never had someone do that for me Phichit, I would like that.. a lot"

"Then i guess its a deal," Phichit says, taking JJ's hand in his, "Where would you like to start"

JJ and Phichit talk for the next few hours, hand in hand, rosy cheeked, Phichit's head on JJ's shoulder.

🤗 The End ~~

I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you’d like to see me right about next. Should I continue this story or start something new??

[sevsbunny]

fingering! (r) um. sevika is needy. thinking with her own pussy here. asks are open! not proof read — just a drabble!

EIGHTEEN PLUS! MINORS AND MEN DNI.

werewolf!sevika that scents you out in your heat…

you guys are long time friends, knowing each other through mutual packs but never really mingling together.

honestly she didn’t really bat an eyelash over to you until you had your first heat around her. you tried to conceal it, not wanting to blow her off with plans of going out, but you did have a hard time keeping still

especially when she was going through a rut herself seeing you like that…

werewolf!sevika who’s sharp canines drag softly over the pulse of your neck, right where she’d mark you. her hands gripping your hands tightly above your head as she kisses your sensitive skin on your neck

“smell divine, pet.” she mumbles and your body writhes against hers, feeling her heat against yours. the only thing keeping yourselves from touching bare was the flimsy fucking underwear and boxers that were soaked

“shh, shh… patience…” she bites down on your neck softly, making you gasp. the sensation made your body thrum with excitement, heat flushing over your cheeks and skin

werewolf!sevika who starts grinding her clothed cunt over yours, still managing to bump her swollen clit against yours. your left leg wrapped around her hip, ball of your foot digging into the plush of her ass. your right left behind hitched up against your chest — the burn of muscle on the back of your thigh subsiding as she takes one of her hands from the holds of your wrists, and slips it in between the two of yours heat

“whatdya’ want, sweetheart?” she loves asking, knowing the only words that tumble out of your mouth are a soft ‘please’ and ‘need you’

she smirks as she presses her pointer and middle finger together, and firmly against the length of your clothed cunt. she lets out a soft gasp. “these are soaked. this all for me, pet?”

whimpering at the nickname you nod, bringing your hips to meet more of her touch. she smirks down at you, your eyes flickering up the length of her body. taking her hand she slips your underwear aside to fully touch your cunt, moaning at how slick you are

werewolf!sevika that starts dipping her fingers into your dripping hole, pressing her hips into you in the process, her eyes blown out with lust looking down at you as your eyes never leave the sight between the two of your bodies

“sev…” you whine gently, your hands still above your head held by her mech arm, but she wasn’t paying attention. she could only focus in on how wet your cunt felt around her fingers, how you soaked the underwear you were wearing and how much her own pussy throbbed

“shh, let me take care of you, baby.” she murmurs before slipping her two digits all the way in, making you moan out softly as she curls them. “that’s it,” she leans down, pressing her face back into your neck and nosing the edge of her nose into your skin.

she rocks her hips into you along with her fingers dipping in and out of you, soft bated moans and breaths leaving the two of you, her cunt throbbing with each thrust her of her hips against you.

“taking my fingers so good, mm,” her head is swimming with thoughts, wishing she could fuck you with her dick. her clit pulsed with each through she had of fucking yoi with her dick, making you take her cum like a good girl

werewolf!sevika that growls as she suddenly grips onto your tighter,“my fingers feel good, baby?” she kisses your skin softly as you nod out with a moan. she knew you were too talkative while she fucked you — but the pretty sounds she mace come out of you was worth it

“you’re so good for me, my good girl.” she groans against you as she grazes the tips of her sharp canines over your throat again, a slight moan leaving your lips at the action. she snarls, nipping the skin harshly before sucking. pumping her fingers faster in your cunt, her clit bumps against the back of her own palm making her groan into you.

the bed creaks with each heavy thrust of her own hips against you and she feels her clit throb each thrust, her cunt getting wetter. fuck, she needs to feel you more, deeper.

“sev, please, fuck…” you whine out, not even sure what you’re asking for but that doesn’t matter to sevika. she’s right there with you

“i know baby, i know. daddy’s gonna make it all better. stretching you out on my fingers to take my cock, hm?” you nod, eyes slipping closed as she fucked you harder. her eyes travel over your body, watching your tits bounce with each thrust, the sound of your slick coating her fingers and making the most obscene sound

“fuck,” she mutters, biting her lip as she feels a sheen of sweat collect on her brow. “fuck baby, you’re so good,” she feels her own stomach clench as she feels your cunt squeeze her fingers, telling her your close

“you gonna cum baby?” you nod in response, biting your lip and your hips bucking in response with each thrust. it’s overwhelming but not enough at the same time

werewolf!sevika that let’s go of your wrists to hold your hip, fucking you harder against her as she feels you throb around her fingers, her boxers completely soaked as her cunt clenched around fucking nothing

her clit throbbing against her palm and cumming as she feels you squirt around her hands, your clit pulsing under her palm. she groans, leaning her forehead against your shoulder as she heaves slightly, your hands coming to rest around her neck to pull her closer in a needing way

“vika..” you moan into her ear, your cunt squeezing her fingers for more, needing her deeper. “more, please.” she lets out a grunt as you start to move your hips again, and her clit throbs in response.

“good girl for saying please.”

[iqxatlantic]

" YOUR WHITE MUSTANG ! "

multi chara drabble :3

ft. michael kaiser (a) . alexis ness (a) . yoichi isagi (f) . meguru bachira (a) . reo mikage (a?) . nagi seishiro (a?) . itoshi rin (a) . itoshi sae . possibly ooc! characters . implied afab! reader . desperate! reader . jealous! reader (?) . open ending . isagi's lwk suggestive . aged-up charas . fluff (?) . angst (?) . ex! characters (?) . basically toxic men figuring they fricked up . not proof read . unreliable narrator .

michael kaiser who's had you trailing constantly like a dog. constant chasing, chasing and chasing. he knew you'd keep crawling back. and he was right. when he cut things off with you, you were still at his soccer games, etc etc. it kinda hurt him. after the match, he found you in front of him. muttering soft words, "mihya. one more chance. you're why i'm staying." (this can be seen as roles switched)

alexis ness who's the polar opposite role. he's crawling back to you and begging you to stay. he was still under the influence that you two were together, he can't understand why you left :c "[name]," the magician would sob at your feet. "i wan' you back! staay. please. please please." pleads (un) fortunately hasn't fell deaf to your ears.

yoichi isagi who's such a sweetie — he'd cuddle up with you. he's going insane with how your plush thighs are hugging him tightly! >v< oh and your arms too. "please don't get tired of me [name]," "please don't get tired of me, yoi-!" the both of you said in sync, giggling as you both melted into each other's embrace. :3

meguru bachira whos a big fat freaking sunshine. clingy as hell too — can't blame the boy he grew up different (and no friends yikes me too bachi) obviously, he can't leave you be! it was okay until it wasn't. why was he clinging onto someone else? jealous, you confronted him and he does it again. and again. over and over. you slowly lost hope in the both of you.

"megs, we're breaking up." you'd state. bachira felt his heart shatter. the one person he thought that wouldn't leave him actually left him. he took your trust, kindness and love for granted. "wait- [name]! wha- what'd i do wrong?! please don't leave, dont leave like everyone else! i can't be alone again!"

reo mikage is a man whom everyone loves. he's charismatic, gorgeous, wealthy and outgoing, who wouldn't love him? it was you who would eventually stop loving him. well, forcing yourself to stop love him. thing is — you really can't really move on if you truly loved the person. all it required was one glance at them and then, bam. all the memories flood back.

"oh. mikage," you'd mumble at his family's company was displayed on top billboard like it was a curse. speak of the devil, guess who's there. reo mikage. you were kind of surprised. 'f course he's with a hurdle of women and men again. something about his gaze was odd. he wasn't looking around you. he was looking directly at you.

"[name]!" reo would call out, a demanding yet soft call. you stare at his figure for a hot minute. realizing he was getting closer. you didn't know why you ran. or why you stayed. after all, his actions didn't hurt him. it hurt you.

nagi seishiro is quite a lazy man. no wonder why reo was so confuckled when he found out nagi was in a relationship. reo would constantly warn you, "don't get attached, he'll hurt you. as his best friend — i know." you didn't believe reo. i mean, c'mon! he was just a best friend (they lwk more than that imho but ykw shhh) nothing more, he'd never understand.

maybe you should've listened. tears rolling down your cheeks as you're cursing out the gray eyed man. "why get into a fucking relationship when you can't even maintain yourself?!" you yelled, inhaling sharply. at that moment — nagi seishiro for the first (not first bc reo but ykwim) time realized how damn neglectful he is.

"wait. [name]. you're not a hassle. i love you, i can try changing." nagi retorts back, sternly. "[name]. i love you." nagi repeated again, with a more desperate tone this time. so act like it. "seishiro.." you'd mumble. he lit up with joy. would he be dawned by a continuation of joy or would it be regret flooding through him?

itoshi rin, the man everyone fawns over. c'mon he's gorgeous, can't blame 'em. there was this one particular girl. you envied her. beauty, body, brains. yeah. it was a definitive loss. he would choose her.

oh! no. the itoshi chose you instead! huh... wonder why... turns out, that girl you envied? yeah. she was nowhere to be seen. slowly, you noticed, rin didn't have time for you. shit was so bad sae had to check up.

the moment you found out rin was cheating, at that point.. you didn't care. you knew there wasn't an ounce of love for you. it was just rin projecting the things he would do with that girl. it didn't hurt as much when you confronted him. you knew what was going on anways.

rin however, began to slowly comprehend you were the one he was longing for. too bad too sad, he practically missed his chance to redeem himself. "wait, wait! [name]!" he desperately begged. "wait, please. i love you. it's you i want. relationships are a waste of time but you aren't! i wanna be with you forever!" huh. strange words coming out the itoshi's mouth.

you stared at him. on his knees. gripping onto your arm at a rather painful grip. fuck, your skin was going pale. "[name], i don't care what i lose. i jus' don't wanna lose you!" rin sobbed, voice quivering. continuing to look down at him, you opened your mouth to reply.

itoshi sae. the prodigy. adored for how much of a genius he is. skills. yeah check. beauty? check. he had no business for a relationship — obviously, you'd be seen as a second priority. cute how you even think you are a priority. the moment you couldn't deal with the neglect (heh neglect like u got when u were a kid? me too bae x) you tried to break things off with him.

problem was, he wouldn't let you (well he has to at one point but let the plot flow.) "sae. i'm clearly not a priority, so let me go. it can't be that hard," you'd slip out. yeah. pure venom. you weren't even trying to be mean!

suddenly the prodigy was in your position, sobbing, begging, whimpering for you to give him a second chance or for him to stay. that's funny.

��� ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags ! : @kyvkc, @narcjsistx (MAYA COMEG ET UR MAN REO HE'S WEIRD T_T), @twijaxx ♡ (holy moly! ness and nagi?!?!), @kxsagi (COME GET UR MAN ISAGI YEAHHH)

a/n: hi. i'm back huzzah!! unfortunately had to give less to kaiser bc that fine specimen of a man takes up half my posts. i got like 10k drafts abt him i hate his bitchass 🖕🖕 he pisses me off frfr (no he doesnt he's deadass my comfort character im losing my shit) r we even surprised this isnt proofread i swear ill be more active one day </3 rin was hardass projectijg holy😭 tried to do lana's white mustang song analysis.. im in desperate need of a whole DETOX. ;-; everything is actually ugh... i can't even #blamingitonaman😝😝😝 jokes i take responsibilities...or is it accountability?? idk at least i didn't play someone ugh pmo pmo pmo anyways notice how isagis only the healthy one here lowkey yeah bc my boy is healthy (jokes i actually barely had any angst for this guy bruh) like ugh i swear ill slide in some angst abt this man one day anyways take care babes x don't waste time on situationships they mean jackSHIT

[achilles-rage]

Stop Moving

summary: when you’re both invited to an old friend’s wedding, you decide to share a hotel room to save money. imagine your surprise when you open the door and realize that there’s only one bed.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: this was gonna be a drabble based on a couple prompts, but i got carried away, so here’s this!! it’s a mix of a bunch of different tropes, hope you enjoy<33

warnings: smut, buck living up to the nickname firehose (hehe), reader’s first time, friends to lovers, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ only!

You were surprised when you got the wedding invitation; you haven’t heard from the groom in years, not since you met him when you were visiting your grandparents when you were a teenager. You were even more surprised when your friend from work, Buck, had also gotten an invitation.

Small world, you think.

You learned that they had met when he was travelling the country in his early twenties, and although neither of you had seen him in years, you thought you’d both go together. To save money.

You felt like you’d been driving for hours as you make your way to the wedding, but finally, Buck pulls into the hotel parking lot.

You lug all of your bags inside and get the key to your room; deciding to room together for a couple of nights. It’s not like you’ll be in the room much, anyway, and you’re close enough with Buck that it doesn’t seem like a big deal.

It feels like a bit bigger of a deal, though, when you open the door and see one queen sized bed in the middle of the room.

Yoy let out a sigh as you walk over and drop your bags on the bed, too tired to think about the complications of your situation.

“I can go down and ask for a different room?” Buck says, his words barely registering as you sit down on the bed then lay back, closing your eyes.

“It’s fine. We can do it tomorrow. I'm too tired.” you mumble, and when he finally turns and sees you already laying on the bed, he chuckles softly.

“Yeah, sure. Alright. We can definitely do that.” he says, throat going dry as it sinks in that you’ll be sharing a bed.

He’s liked you for months, but he’s been too afraid of ruining your friendship, so he’s never done anything about his feelings.

You both take your turns changing in the bathroom, and when you pull your pajamas out of your bag, your stomach drops. You were expecting to be sleeping alone, and all you packed was an oversized shirt. One that just barely covers your ass.

You put the shirt on with a loud sigh, then peek your head out of the bathroom door to see Buck already in bed, shirtless.

“Okay, I only packed a pajama shirt. So, we’re gonna ignore it, and never talk about this again.” you say as you look around the corner at him. His eyes raise up to meet yours when he hears your voice, and then he smirks, setting his phone down on his lap to watch your walk of shame.

“Right, no teasing. Got it.” he says smugly, eyes glued to you as you finally step out from around the corner and make your way towards your side of the bed.

His eyes travel down your bare legs, and he has to fight the urge to let out a low groan. He watches the way your thick thighs move with each step, and he has to force his eyes back up to your face. He wouldn’t be able to explain away the fact that he’s rock hard under the sheets if you were to notice.

You turn off your lamps and get settled without another word, but after a little while, you feel a shiver erupt through your body. It's freezing in this room, and the thin sheets aren’t doing a thing to protect you from the cold.

Buck feels you shiver beside him, and he gets up quickly and walks over to the a/c unit to turn up the heat. You hear him huff a moment later, and you lift your head off the pillow to look at the outline of his body in the dark, brow raised.

“The A/C is broken. It’s stuck at this temperature.” he says with a huff, then gets back into bed.

When he’s back under the sheets, he reaches out and touches your arm, hissing quietly as his fingers feel how cold your skin is.

“You’re freezing. come here.” he tells you, opening his arms and urging you over.

“No, I'm fine.” you try to reassure him just as a shiver ripples through your body; from your head to your toes.

“No, come here. I'll warm you up.” You sigh, then move over to him slowly, turning around and pressing your back to his chest as he pulls you closer.

You feel instantly warmer as his skin touches yours, but now you just feel awkward, not wanting to move. His breath is hitting your neck with each exhale, and he feels so good wrapped around you, but you can feel your heart threatening to burst out of your chest at your situation.

After a while, you think he’s fallen asleep, so you move slightly, trying to get comfortable in his arms. You’re still pressed against him, but you don’t think you’re moving that much. You’re proven wrong, however, when his hand grips your hip hard, forcing you to stop moving.

“Stop moving.” he whispers, voice tight and sharp.

“Whg? I’m just trying to-” you begin, but the words die in your throat when you feel his hard cock against your back.

Your lips part in surprise, and your breath catches in your throat at the idea that you did that to him. God, you wish the ground would just open up and swallow you whole right now.

“I'm sorry.” you whisper, beginning to move away from him, but his hand on your hip stops you immediately.

“Don’t apologize.” he replies, then raises up onto his elbow, looking down at you as you turn slightly to meet his eyes.

He can see the uncertainty in your eyes, but he can also see the emotions behind it as well, the lust, and without thinking twice, he leans down and kisses you softly.

The kiss starts out unsure, his hand trembling just a millimetre from your cheek as he gauges your reaction. But, when he feels you melt into him, he kisses you deeper, desperately.

You moan softly against his lips, and when he gets that hint of satisfaction from you, he’s quick to move on top of you, hips pinning you down as his kisses move down your neck.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” he rasps against your skin while one hand moves up and down your side and the other holds himself up.

“Why didn’t you?” you ask as he brings his head back to look at you, smiling cheekily.

“Didn’t wanna ruin the friendship.” he says with a shrug, then kisses your lips again. His actions are like he can’t even believe this is happening, and you don’t believe it either. You just hope to anyone that will listen that this isn’t only happening because he’d be turned on by anyone in his bed.

“It's ruined now.” you say softly, a smile making its way onto your face as he pulls back and lets his fingers move down your body and towards the waistband of your panties.

“Yeah, I’d say so.” he says with a quiet chuckle before letting his fingers dip under the fabric of your panties and attach to your throbbing clit.

You have to bite back a moan, teeth digging into your bottom lip as his fingers move in gentle circles, but he shakes his head, tutting softly.

“Uh, uh. Let me hear you.” he tells you earnestly, taking in the sight of you looking up at him with so much desperation in your eyes.

“Buck, please.” you whisper after a moment, feeling lust fill your belly. All you want right now is him, not his fingers.

“Are you sure?” he asks, eyes searching yours as he slows the movements of his fingers working at your clit.

“Yes.” you say breathlessly, nodding fervently. Without another word he pushes your panties to the side, and then pulls himself from his pants, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Wait,” you hesitate just as the head of his cock threatens to push past your glistening folds. “I've never- I haven't done this before.”

He stops immediately, stilling as he processes your words. You feel your cheeks heating up as he looks down at you with furrowed brows, embarrassment filling your body at your confession.

“Never?” he clarifies, tilting his head to the side.

“No.” you whisper, voice barely audible as your eyes dart away from his.

You’re surprised when his lips meet yours again, his touch and presence so reassuring as your racing heartbeat slows.

“That's alright. We can take it as slow as you want.” he tells you when he pulls back, eyes soft and understanding. His smile makes you smile, and you nod slowly, letting out a relieved sigh.

“Okay, I'm ready.” you tell him, and he nods, telling you to stop him if you need a break before he begins to push his cock into your dripping pussy.

“There we go, good girl. Just relax for me.” he coos, easing into you slowly to let you adjust to his size. He feels guilty as he sees your face scrunch up in discomfort, but he knows that the feeling is normal, and he needs to take it slowly to make sure you’re okay.

“Doing so good. Almost there, baby.” he reassures you when he’s halfway into you, feeling your grip on his shoulders tighten as you grow accustomed to the sheer size of him.

Finally, he’s buried himself to the hilt, but he stays still, wanting you to feel comfortable enough for him to begin to move again.

“Tell me when I can move, okay?” he says, looking into your eyes as they flutter closed, and then open, and then closed.

“Okay. You can move.” you say after a moment, opening your eyes and looking up at him.

He nods, then pulls out slowly, watching your face for any sign of pair or discomfort before pushing back into you, groaning as you clench around him and pull him further into your tight cunt.

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart.” he growls, bringing his head down to press his lips to yours, trying to keep your mind off the slight discomfort you no doubt feel. He knows he’s not necessarily the best person to take you for the first time; his size having been a problem even with more experienced women, but he doesn’t even want to think about you giving yourself to another man.

No one else will treat you as well as him. No one will take their time with you like he will.

He keeps his pace slow and steady, moaning in your ear each time you whimper or squirm under him.

It doesn’t take long for either of you to get close to the edge; the very idea that he finally has you being enough to get Buck there, and the attention he gives to your clit with his fingers having that pit in your belly growing with each second that passes

“Buck, I’m gonna-” you whimper, clenching around him as you teeter on the edge.

“Let go, pretty girl. I’ve got you.” he purrs in your ear, feeling himself twitching inside of you as he brings his lips back to yours again.

You both cum with loud moans, bodies going taut in pure ecstasy as Buck fills you full of his seed. At this moment he thinks about the fact that he doesn’t know if you’re even on birth control, but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when you’re squeezing him so fucking good.

When he finally pulls out, he goes to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth and clean you up, and then he pulls you into his arms and lets you rest your head against his chest.

Right as you drift to sleep, Buck speaks quietly, his arm squeezing your shoulder as he whispers “I love you.”

The next day goes by quickly. The wedding is beautiful, and your shared friend is exactly the same as you both remember him.

You both sit right beside each other at your table for dinner, Buck’s hand never leaving your thigh.

He's finally got you, and he never wants to let you go again. Especially when you look so pretty in your dress.

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・｡Cat's First Snow ❄️

You've ordered: cookies and cream ice cream! enjoy!

"Twenty-four to twenty-five, bae. Just stay with me." (partly inspired by "24 to 25" by Stray Kids)

animagus! Regulus Black x reader | word count: 1,492 words

Summary: it snows at hogwarts! but, guess who hates the cold? ❄️ (silly little drabble)

Warnings: a bit of cursing (lighthearted)! not really warnings, but: reader's favorite season is winter, regulus takes the animagus form of a cat.

Note: i swear, i was giggling and kicking my feet writing this 🤭 yes, i'm reusing marauders/ skittles characters. again, i'm still getting caught up on marauders/ harry potter stuff in general. this fic is based on this post i made.

The courtyard grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were blanketed in a pillowy white layer of snow. Excitement emanated through the corridors and hallways of the school as students and faculty alike talked of taking pleasure in the wondrous winter display. Basically, everyone was ready for classes to end so they could go out and play in the snow.

Well...not everyone.

You see, your boyfriend, Regulus Black: he hated the cold. Hated with a capital H. Ever since he was a child, the Slytherin was never fond of the chilly weather of fall and winter, always wrapped to the nines in layers of sweaters and jackets. Not even a single wisp of cold air could touch him without him kicking up a fuss.

Obviously, this was a problem since you lived for the cold weather of winter. Getting to splurge on cute, fluffy sweaters, tins of flavored hot chocolate mix, and jars of various teas made your heart pound with joy. And of course, playing in the snow was just as fun.

"Boys versus girls snowball fight in ten minutes!" Evan yelled, throwing his scarf around his neck as he, Barty, and James made a mad dash down the hallway.

"Losers have to shove snow down their shirts!" Sirius chimed in, he and Remus following after the others.

"They're so immature." Pandora grumbled, rolling her eyes as she watched her brother run down the hallway like an idiot.

"I know right....But, we're winning the fight, right?" Marlene asked, nudging Dorcas in her side.

"Oh definitely." Dorcas responded, Lily giving them a thumbs up before looking around.

"Have any of you seen Y/n? I could've sworn they were just with us." Lily asked, the girls looking around in confusion.

Just where were you?

"Reg, please? It's not even that bad, I swear!" Oh, there you were, currently trying to persuade Regulus to come outside with you guys.

You knew it was a futile effort. He'd never agree.

"I don't care, I said I'm not coming." the stubborn Slytherin refused, tucking himself deeper into the blankets he had piled around him.

"You're being ridiculous."

"And what's so ridiculous about not wanting to freeze to death?" he quipped in a rather dramatic tone that made you bite back a laugh.

"Fine, I'll just go out myself. And have fun with the others..." you said, glancing over at Regulus to see if your words had affected him.

"Alright, have fun."

You frowned, getting up and buttoning up your jacket. "But even though I'll be with them, I'll still be a little...lonely. If only my boyfriend would come and keep me company...." Nothing.

"Y/n, I know what you're doing." he said, not even looking up from his book.

"Fuck you, Regulus Black." you groaned.

"Maybe after your snow day." he smiled to himself, knowing he got under your skin as he heard the door slam shut.

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"Look at him, all warm and cozy, while we're all freezing our asses off." Evan huffed. You were all peering in through the window of the common room, watching a familiar black cat enjoying the comfort of the fireplace.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Barty whispered to you, a sly grin on his pierced lips.

"Absolutely." you nodded, giving him the same grin as the two of you slipped away from the group. Yoi waited in the corridor, peeking through one of the windows.

Barty quietly stepped into the room, the black cat now stretching out on the couch. The Crouch boy carefully tiptoed over to the couch, leaning over it and giving regulus a smile. "Hey Reg...don't hate me too much after this."

The cat equivalent of a scream was heard as Barty swiftly scooped up the poor feline, shoving him into his coat. You had to try your best not to burst into a fit of laughter, your hand slapped over your mouth and body shaking. You watched as Regulus hissed and reached out with clawed paws, trying to scratch at Barty, who was scrambling out the door and over to you.

"Damn, he put up a fight." Barty huffed, handing you the obviously unhappy cat.

"Thanks, Crouchy!" you smiled, now shoving Regulus into your coat. He let out a meow of protest as you ran down the hall and out the large double doors.

You could feel Regulus jerk in your arms as the cold air washed over his fur. You pulled him out of your coat, playfully swinging him in your arms. then he saw it: the pile of snow you were about to fling him into.

"3...2...1!" you yelled, tossing him into the pillowy white snow. A startled "mrow!" left the black cat's throat as he landed into it with a soft thud. He poked his head out, the snow on his head practically melting with how seething he was.

"Oh come on, Reg. Have some fun! Look-? Wait, where's Sirius?" Your question was answered as you saw Padfoot running over to the group and slamming into the pile of snow.

Laughter filled the air as Padfoot popped his head out and shook out his snow covered fur that resulted in Regulus getting covered in snow once again. Padfoot playfully nudged the angry cat, licking over his fur. You knelt down and gently scooped Regulus back up into your coat, planting a soft kiss onto his head, right between his ears. the look on his face said "I hate you" but in a "You're lucky I love you" way.

After hours of snowball fights, snow angels, and building snowmen, the sun was finally beginning to set on your wintertime activities. Yoi all made your way back inside, Regulus snuggly tucked into your coat and poking his head through your scarf. When you two arrived at his dorm, he hopped out of your arms and scurried into his closet. A few moments later, regulus walked out, wrapped in a blanket and shivering rather dramatically.

"Don't ever take me out in the cold again." he said through chittering teeth.

"But, wasn't that fun? At least you were warmer in your cat form, no?" you teased, walking over to him and cupping his face in your hands.

"Cold!" he yelped, jumping back from the frosty touch of your fingers. A smirk formed on your face as you looked at your hands, then back at your boyfriend.

"Y/n, don't-" you stepped closer to him, his eyes darting around the room.

"Y/n- AH!" you immediately charged at him, chasing him around the room as he desperately tried to avoid your freezing cold hands.

"Get over here!" you giggled, cornering him against his bed. you moved to straddle him, your thighs on either side of his waist.

"Wait, Y/n, please!" the poor boy pleaded, trying not to laugh at the determined look in your eyes.

"I can't hear you!" you teased, quickly slipping your hands underneath the blanket and pressing them to his sides.

"GAH!" The yelp that left his throat had you laughing till your throat was sore, Regulus grabbing your wrists to get you off of him.

"Ah! Please, have mercy!" Regulus mumbled weakly, a shiver running through his whole body as you leaned closer to him, that ridiculous smirk still on your face.

"Want me to help you warm up?" you whispered, your warm breath wafting over his lips that twitched in response.

"I guess..." Regulus mumbled, trying to fight the smile forming on his lips.

You smiled at his attempt to seem upset, leaning over and softly kissing his pouty lips. An audible "mmm" rumbled through his chest as he slowly forgot about the icy touch of your hands that were creeping up his bare sides and focused on the warmth emanating from your body and the kiss.

As you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, you felt Regulus sneak his hands underneath your shirt, pressing his semi-cold hands to your skin. You yelped softly into the kiss, pulling away to scold him.

"Mhm, how do you like them apples?" the dark haired male quipped, earning himself a playful pinching of his sides.

"How about we both get changed into more comfortable, warmer clothes and we can cuddle up together in the common room, hm? I'll even make you that tea you like so much." Regulus couldn't pass up that offer.

"I'll think about it." That ultimately meant yes, your lips now pressing to his nose before letting him go.

The rest of the night was spent in the common room, you and the others chatting the night away and laughing over steaming mugs of hot chocolate and freshly brewed tea. Regulus was practically glued to your hip, curled up under a blanket with you and letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

Even though he didn't like the cold, Regulus always felt all warm and fuzzy inside seeing just how happy you were whenever winter rolled around. ❄️

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[cyborg-franky]

PROMPT: what do you think of drabbles or headcanons for Mihawk, Benn and Marco with their s/o escaping from their kisses after a slight argument, just to tease them ? hope you’re all well, and thanks to the author who will take my request <3

SFW - GN READER

Repost of mine from libary of ohara

You just gave a ‘hmp’ in response to him, hearing the chuckling vibrate against your ear.

“Are you still mad?” he asked, you ignored him.

You turned in his arms, leaning against the wood and peering up at the zoan.

Marco had a brow quirked, half-lidded eyes gazing into yours, the lopsided smirk bordering on cocky as you still refused to respond.

“I’m going to take that as a ‘yes’ yoi.”

He leaned down trying to kiss your forehead, you dodged the kiss, he tried to kiss your cheek, and you moved.

Marco tsked, trying once more, this time holding your face steady between his hands, going to press his lips against yours.

Just for you to duck, slipping out his hands and leaving him perplexed.

“I’m sorry, can I please have a kiss?” he asked, rolling his eyes, the amused smile never leaving as he watched you stand.

You watched Marco, hand on his hip as he tilted his head, waiting for your response.

“Sorry enough you’ll convince Thatch to make that bread I really like? With the one seeds and the thick crust?”

“Is that what you want, yoi?”

You nodded and he accepted, pulling you against him, leaning down and finally claiming his forgiveness kiss from you.

[hannahbarberra162]

Who do you think is meaner in bed, Marco or Izo? I think lots of people would (ignorantly) assume he'd be a sub because he's feminine only to get a shock when he flips things on them, but while I think he's a good dom I personally don't see him as being a particularly mean one. I think he'd be good at staying calm and collected and making you feel reeaally embarrassed about how easily you lose composure by comparison. Marco has so much responsibility and steam to blow off I can see it. Division commander, head doctor, has to bully the strongest man in the world into taking his meds, he's gotta take the stress out on someone. Heehee idk

It's so funny you asked this - I was already writing another Mean Marco drabble! I completely agree with you. I think Marco is very tightly wound under that calm facade. He's a doctor dealing with 997 idiots (excluding Izou and Deuce), 1 Portgas D. Ace (he's in his own category), and the Captain is a stubborn old man who won't take his pills.

I do think Izou could come off as a little mean but I agree that he mostly keeps his wits about him. I could see Izou drinking tea and watching while you ride the Sybian, noting the different sounds you make and how they differ from other forms of stimulation. Or Izou teasing you endlessly as you're bound to his bedframe spread eagle, never quite touching where you need him to, agreeing with you that yes, it is quite difficult. And no, he's not going to stop until he's done.

But Marco.

Oh, Marco.

NSFW Drabble, Marco x F!Reader , ~1k (oops), mean but consensual Marco

Stress Ball

“Marco, is - oh, I guess you’re in here alone then,” Tate said, poking her head in Marco’s office. The First Division Commander smiled as he picked his head up from some reports, his red glasses resting on the end of his nose.

“Just me yoi,” he confirmed, setting down the quill he’d been using for note taking. 

“OK, no worries. But are you alright? You looked really worked up before," Tate asked, searching Marco’s face for answers.

“Ah, you know how it is. Too many patients, not enough doctors and nurses,” Marco said with an easy smile. Tate nodded and gave a knowing laugh.

“Yeah, trust me I get it. I just think you have it harder than anyone else on board. You’re in charge of our division, you’re responsible for keeping everyone safe, you’re the primary doctor for the crew, you’re basically the First Mate, and you have to give that stubborn old man all his medicine. If I was you I would have cracked a long time ago. Speaking of, I’ve been looking for - oh, nevermind. Hope you find some kind of stress relief - I can cover for you in a bit if you want to go flying?” Tate offered her longtime friend.

“I appreciate it but there’s no need yoi. I’m buried up to my neck in paperwork and besides, I found a way to blow off some steam earlier. I’m feeling pretty good right now,” Marco said, picking up his quill once more. Tate nodded and smiled, already turning to leave the office.

“Sounds great boss…I’ll go look for her in the baths then, she said she was stressed earlier…” Tate said mostly to herself, her voice getting quieter the further down the hall she went from Marco’s office. He smiled to himself then continued to write, turning the pages slowly and straightening them as needed. After about half an hour, he heard some sounds coming from the slim coat closet set in the adjacent wall. Standing up, he stretched his arms over his head, his toned stomach peeking through as his shirt rode up. Striding over to the closet, he opened the door and enjoyed the sight before his eyes.

You were inside, head moving towards the movement of air. You couldn’t see or hear him, the blindfold and headphones he’d put on you didn’t allow for any light or sound. You were shifting around, trying to find a comfortable position but Marco had ensured there wasn’t one. You were sitting on your poor red bottom on the floor of the closet, your wrists bound to your crossed ankles. The two vibrators that Marco had placed in your holes were still going but at a low hum, your slick fluids dripping down your thighs and into a small puddle on the floor. Marco squatted down next to you, causing you to search once again for the source of the movement. 

The large spider gag prevented you from calling out to him but the drool leaking from your mouth joined the rest of the slick mess you’d been making. He noted that your chest and face were still covered in his cum from earlier as he ran his thumb through the fluids. Placing his coated thumb in your open mouth, your tongue roved over the digit and sucked as much as you could. Pleased, Marco removed your headphones, making your head jerk in his direction.

“You’re being too loud yoi. I can hear you moving around all the way from my desk,” Marco cooed into your ear. He palmed your breasts in his hands, rolling your already pert nipples in his fingers. After only a few moments of pinching and teasing you were panting and straining against the bindings he’d lovingly put on your hours before but making as little noise as you could.

“You wouldn’t want anyone to find you like this, would you yoi? You shook your head rapidly while a blush rose in your cheeks.

“Then you need to be quieter, hm? Let’s see if you can be a good little thing for me,” Marco said affectionately, petting your hair. Reaching into his pocket he removed a heavy chain with teeth clamps on either end. Putting his hand on your back for support, he dipped his head low and nipped and kissed your breast, leaving a trail of hickeys until he reached your nipple. Sucking hard, he laved his tongue over the sensitive bud until your chest was heaving. Pulling away his head with an audible pop, he quickly placed the clamp on your nipple. You whined softly as he repeated the process with your other nipple until both were clamped between the teeth of the metal binding.

“Ah ah. Not so loud or I’ll have to leave the door open yoi. You don’t want the rest of the crew to see how needy you are do you? I think another 30 minutes here would help us both, hm? I’m feeling relaxed already and I’m sure you are too,” Marco said with a grin, pulling on the chain gently. You pushed your chest up to alleviate the pain from the clamps but that caused the large plug in your ass to be ground in further. Marco looked you over, putting his index and middle finger into your fist. 

“Once for green, twice for yellow, three times for red,” he said softly, waiting for your response. You gave him two hard squeezes and he kissed your cheek.

“I felt yellow. Again, just to make sure I got the right one. Once for green, twice for yellow, three times for red,” he repeated. Just as before you squeezed his fingers twice, leaving no room for error. 

 “Doing so well, Doveling, just a little more,” he whispered into your ear. He replaced the headphones, kissed the top of your head and shut the door to the closet. Humming happily he sat down at his desk to finish the last of his paperwork. He’d be done soon and he’d make you come around his cock until you cried for him to stop. That would alleviate your stress, he thought with a grin.

[florihaei]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁- 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝘇𝗶⋆୨୧˚

pairing-bf woozi!* fem reader! ♡

word count- 591 ♡

genre: fluff ♡

warnings- everything is lowercase on purpose ♡

୨୧˚authors note -this is for the seventeen drabble week! , you can read all of them here!

it was a rainy saturday afternoon when you stumbled upon an old shoebox tucked away in the far corner of your shared closet. you were looking for a pair of boots when your fingers brushed against the rough cardboard, and curiosity tugged at your heart. pulling it out, you noticed that the box was filled not with shoes but with keepsakes from you and woozis relationship concert tickets, handwritten notes, and photos from you twos adventures together.

as you rummaged through the contents, your eyes landed on a carefully crafted mixtape labeled “for you.” the handwriting was unmistakably woozi, with its familiar loops and swirls. a wave of excitement surged through yoy. in an era dominated by playlists, woozi had gone the extra mile, curating a mixtape just for you.

with a smile curling on your lips, you fished out an old cassette player from the shelf and dusted it off. you inserted the tape, pressed play, and the familiar strumming of a guitar filled the room. the first song trailed through the air, “better together” by jack johnson. it reminded you of lazy sunday mornings spent cuddled up on the couch, the sunlight streaming in as you two made breakfast together. you could almost see woozi flipping pancakes, a spatula in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, while you playfully frustrated him by stealing bites before he could plate them.

the next track began, and it was “landslide” by fleetwood mac. your heart flutter as you recalled the night you two drove up to the mountains last fall, the car windows down, the chilly breeze tangling your hair. you two parked under a blanket of stars and talked about both of your dreams and fears, sharing secrets that deepened you twos connection. you guys had laughed and cried that night, all the while feeling utterly safe in each other’s arms.

as each song played, memories flooded back. there was “just the way you are” by bruno mars, which took you to the first anniversary, where woozi surprised you with a candlelit dinner and whispered sweet nothings as you two danced in the living room. Each track was a chapter of your guys love story, woven together like strands of a beautiful tapestry.

after the tape finally concluded with “home” by edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros, you sat in silence, overwhelmed with emotion. it was a reminder of how far you two had come, each song echoing parts of you twos journey, growing together, celebrating milestones, and supporting each other through tough times.

woozi emerged from the kitchen, his expression curious as he saw your misty-eyed demeanor. “angle .. what’s wrong?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

you held up the mixtape, a grin breaking through your tears. “this… this is incredible! you really made this for me?”

a sheepish smile spread across his lips as he nodded. “i wanted to remind you of our journey, a little something to reflect on all the moments we’ve shared.”

you beamed, moving closer to him. “each song brought back such vivid memories. I feel so lucky to have you baby.”

woozi pulled you into a gentle embrace, both of your hearts aligned in a comfortable rhythm. “and I feel lucky to have you angel” he replied softly. “let’s keep making more beautiful memories together.”

as both of you sat in the gentle glow of the fading day, you two knew this mixtape wasn’t just a collection of songs, it was a celebration of the love, a promise that this journey was far from over.

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Drabble Roulette: You get what you give

For this round, drabbles are written based on a random choice of character and image from this pinterest board. Pls feel free to keep adding to it.

Character: Andy Barber

Prompt

Warnings: this drabble includes elements such as mentions of alcoholism and cheating. Please mind these warnings and take care.

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Andy Barber.

You'd know him anywhere but you didn't expect him there. The tight-ass, straight-laced family man in a place like this. His department store suit stands out on the dingy bar. So does the woman grinding in his lap. She's not his wife. 

He has one hand on a pint of foamy beer and his other on her ass. He encourages her with a growl as she nips at the air before him. The tension is palpable. 

Your hand rests on your phone as you hide on the gloom at the other end of the bar. Your vodka tonic is forgotten as quickly as the shitty day you hoped to drown in it. Your thumb hovers above Laurie's name, hesitant, calculating. 

Andy fucking Barber. 

That jackass with the side eye. You're not stupid. You heard what he said about you. He didn't realise you were in his bathroom, that you were witness to yet another row with his long tortured wife. 

Well, you might be a goddamn drunk but you're not a fucking cheater. The only man in your life is the bartender.  

You flick away your contact list. Instead, you tap the camera icon and swipe into recording mode. You carefully angle the lens up to catch the screen. Yoi watch through the screen as the woman straddles him, grazing her fingers through his beard as she draws him into a sloppy kiss.

Oh yes, it's very messy indeed. 

🍺

You expect chaos when you hit send. It isn’t thoughtless or spiteful. The truth is the truth. As he always says, honesty is the greatest virtue of all. You always roll your eyes when he goes on his exhaustive lectures; often treating Laurie no different than their son. 

‘Sorry, Laurie. I didn’t think you’d believe me but proof is in the pudding.’ 

Maybe there is a bit of spite left in you. You hope she’s happy now. Andy may have been right about you but you were just as on point about him. Let it burn, you might just smell some of the ashes as they settle. 

Days pass. No response. You don’t expect one. You were surprised she didn’t block your number when she cut you off. You wouldn’t have blamed her either. But you can still hate them all. 

It’s not Laurie, it’s him. He shows up at your office. You sit behind reception where you always do and tuck away the flask you keep in your bottom drawer. Shit. 

“Hello, sir, how can I help--” 

“Don’t fucking do that,” he points over the top of the square desk and grips the edge, “you know why I’m here.” 

You can’t help a smirk. You wiggle a pen and innocently tap your bottom lip, “I’m sorry, did you have a meeting with one of our agents?” 

“You are fucking low,” he snarls. 

“Ah, yes, but seems like we frequent the same gutters,” you sneer back. “She looked young. Did you check her ID? You might not just be a creep, you could be a criminal, Mr. ADA.” 

“Fuck you,” he bends over the higher shelf of the desk, “do you have any idea what the fuck you’ve done?” 

“Mr. Barber,” you reach for the phone, resting your hand on the receiver, “if you don’t calm down, I’ll have to call security.” 

He quakes with rage as his face turns red, “you’re a fucking bitch.” 

“Might be, but at least I’m not a cheater--” 

“Alcoholic slut,” he sneers. 

You lift the receiver and hit speed dial. You stare him down as you do, “hi, Joey, yes, I have a client here who’s a bit... aggressive, do you mind coming up here? Thank you.” 

You wink at Andy and put the phone down as you sit back. He glares back at you and stands straight. He puffs through his nose like raging bull. 

“Just you fucking wait,” he threatens as he retreats, “you ruined my fucking life. I’m gonna burn yours to the ground.”