#randall pink floyd x reader

[finalgirlfae]

girls got rhythm, randall “pink” floyd

summary: y/n gets a little too tipsy at a party and randall takes care of her

pairings: randall “pink” floyd x f!reader

genre: fluff

note: this might be a little inaccurate because i’m not a drinker i’m a stoner🫠

music blasted through the speakers of the house as you danced with a red cup full of beer in your hand. it was one of those better summer nights, not too hot and not too cold. it was the perfect amount of warm with a cool breeze overhead.

“having fun?” jodi asked, laughing at the way you danced when you were drunk. you looked like one of those babies who just learned to walk, stumbling around and tripping over yourself a little. this was truly one of the better nights, no more stressors of school and exams. just partying and being with your friends.

you gave no verbal response, just a big smile paired with you tossing your hands in the air. since your cup was full of budweiser the action caused the beer to splash, falling on you and jodi.

“you bitch!” jodi laughed and playfully smacked your arm, she wiped the spilled beer off her face. “i’m gonna go find darla,” jodi began to leave but turned back around and took the cup from you. “and no more drinking for you.” she teased, pointing a finger in your face.

you puffed at her, dramatically crossing your arms over your chest. “you’re not the boss of me.”

she placed her hands on her hips, matching your energy with a smile before walking closer to you. “no but i’m your best friend. same difference.”

you turned away from her, “whatever.” jodi laughed as she watched you stumble away, nearly tripping over your brown wedged heels. they went great with the high waisted denim bell bottoms and dark purple halter top.

you walked around the party, passing through sweaty bodies and clouds of smoke before reaching the other end of the house and finding the man you were looking for. slater.

“slater!” you cheesed, dragging out the last syllable of his name. he smiled at you, obviously high off his ass right now. “y/n, what’s up man?”

you turned to make sure jodi wasn’t behind you before turning back to slater and whispering, “you got a joint on you, man?”

“man you know i do.” he giggled, digging in his pocket before pulling out a pre roll. “$15 bucks.”

you raised a brow at him. “15 bucks? man the only reason you’re at this party and not home studying for summer school is because i helped you cheat in bio.”

he rolled his eyes. “fine. 5.”

you smiled and pulled a 5 dollar bill from inside your shirt. he cringed at the bill as you placed it in his hand. “really? boob money?”

“mhm.” you snatched the joint from him. “closest you’ll ever get to the twins.” you spoke, squishing your boob as a joke before backing up into the crowd again. on the other side of the house in the kitchen pink was leaned against the counter, listening to o’bannion rave to the guys about the hookup he allegedly had with some college girl.

“i’m telling you man, she was spinning on my shit.” o’bannion raved, getting overly excited about the memory. pink only shook his head, taking a sip of his cup full of ginger ale. he was a designated driver tonight, so it was no drinking or smoking for him.

“she was bouncing on my shit like a god damn bunny rabbit. i swear to you man those delaware chick are wild.” benny sipped his beer and patted o’babnion on the shoulder. “yeah buddy, sure you did.”

“i’m telling the truth!” he was starting to get riled up again. “pink,”

“huh?” pink looked up from his cup, staring at his friends. it’s not that he didn’t wanna be here, but it’s just that he’d rather spend his time with his girlfriend instead of sitting around listening to the guys rave about how many girls they fucked this year. the only reason he came to the party was to see you, you had been hanging with the girls for the last few days and didn’t really get a chance to see each other.

“what do you think, man? they think i’m lying.” o’bannion was clearly already drunk, pink could tell by the hiccups in his voice. he humored his friend, patting him on the shoulder

“you want my honest opinion?”

“uh huh.”

pink shrugged. “i think you’re a pig.”

the group laughed and pink smiled a bit, sipping his soda.

“you only say that cause you don’t like to kiss and tell.” o’bannion put the cup down and pointed a finger in his face. he walked over to pink, tripping over his own feet in the process and falling into the counter. “if i was with a girl like y/n you’d never here the end of it.” he hiccuped at the end of the sentence.

“okay!” donny spoke, gripping o’bannion’s shoulder and pulling him away. “let’s stop talking crazy before randall breaks your face.” donny pulled the drunken boy out of the kitchen and maybe outside to sober him up a little. it was bad to let o’bannion run around unfiltered and full of alcohol, who knows what’d he’d say?

“randy!” it was dawson’s voice called out to pink, he was peeking his head through the door frame of the kitchen.

“what?”

dawson motioned quickly with his hand, calling pink over to him. “you gotta see what y/n is doing right now man. she’s dancing with darla.”

“oh shit,” pink grumbled. he put down the cup and quickly followed dawson out the kitchen and to the dining room of the house where the music got louder.

i been around the world

i’ve seen a million girls

ain’t none of them got

what my lady got

you were stood on top a table with darla, both of you shaking your hips and attracting even more of a crowd. people stood around the table, calling and cheering the both of you on.

pink liked to call you and darla the evil twins because every time you two were paired together with music and substances, nothing good was to come of it.

she stealin the spotlight

knocks me off my feet

she’s enough to start a landslide

just walkin’ down the street

he pushed through the crowd until he was at the table. pink stood next to jodi who had her arms crossed and an amused look on her face as she watched you and darla dance.

“and you just let this happen?” pink spoke above the music, crossing his arms and not pulling his eyes off the way your body moved.

jodi shrugged. “you know you can’t stop y/n when she parties. look at her.”

pink and jodi both tilted their heads, looking at the way you pressed your back to darla and how the girl began to grind against you.

wearin dresses so tight

and lookin like dynamite

about to blow me away

“i’m not gonna lie, i’m actually a little jealous right now.” pink spoke to jodi making her laugh. darla had a firm grip of your hips and definitely wasn’t letting go any time soon. she turned both of you, making you face pink as her arms slid around your waist and rocked you to the music. she smiled at your boyfriend, sticking her tongue out and continuing to dance.

no doubt about it

can’t live without it

that girl’s got rhythm

“yeah,” pink spoke, watching how the both of you moved. “enough of that.”

jodi laughed as pink moved closer to the table, wrapping strong arms around your legs and lifting you up. you screamed a little as you were thrown over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and carried out of the living room.

pink walked back to the kitchen and sat you in the counter, looking at how your face pouted. “you are such a party pooper randall floyd.” you slurred, leaning back and hitting your head on the cabinet. you groaned in pain. “ow.”

“how many drinks have you had tonight?” pink stood in between your legs, looking at you closely and running his hands over your thighs.

you titled your head at him, ignoring the question completely. “you’re so pretty.”

your boyfriend smiled at you and laughed before digging in his pocket for the car keys. “yeah, i’m taking you home.”

“noo!” you whined out, gripping his arm. “i wanna stay and dance.”

“you are way too fucked up to be here right now. you smell like a dispensary too.” he spoke, commenting on the heavy weed smell from the joint you had smoked earlier.

“i haven’t even smoked tonight.” you lied, rubbing his arm gently. pink looked down at your manicured fingers and how they traced over his muscles. he gripped your hand, stopping you from feeling up his arms. “nice try, you can’t flirt your way out of this.”

“noo let me stay. i promise, im good.”

pink thought about it for a second. “alright. if you can walk in a straight line back to the living room i’ll let you stay.”

you smiled deeply at pink. “observe.” you spoke in an overly cocky tone, sliding off the counter top to stand. you stumbled a bit, the room was spinning in about three different directions and right now to were regretting the shots you took with darla before your impromptu table dance.

you turned your head to pink and he gave you an amused look, motioning with his hands for you to go on. you turned back and took a deep breath.

just walking in a straight line, i can do it

you could’ve even take a full step before you came crashing to the floor. luckily your boyfriend had fast reflexes and was able to hook your waist with his arm and tug you into his chest before you fell down.

pink kissed the side of your head before whispering in a teasing tone, “you’re smashed.”

you didn’t respond, much too embarrassed to justify yourself to him right now. pink put your arm over his shoulder and kept his arm around your waist as he began to walk you out of the house. when you reached the front lawn you got away from him stumbling around a few before falling on to the grass.

pink sighed. “you plan on getting up?”

“it’s so comfy.” you muttered, rolling over on to your back. the cool grass was a nice feeling in your drunken state, it felt good against your skin.

“i’m sure it is.” pink spoke, getting in his knees and pulling you to sit up. “but you know what’s he even more comfortable? your bed.”

your eyes widened at his statement. “that’s so true!”

he couldn’t help but laugh at you, pulling you up to stand and practically dragging you to his car.

“you really are so beautiful, you know?” you smiled, looking at pink as he unlocked the car door. pink smiled back at you, “thank you. you are also very beautiful.”

he opened the door to the backseat and helped you in, reaching over and clicking your seatbelt for you. he was so close and was making you feel so strange and it didn’t help that he smelt like heaven.

“do you have a girlfriend?” you asked making him turn his head. pink’s confusion turned to laughter.

“yes, as matter of fact i do.”

“fuck.” you tossed your head back, “she’s so lucky.”

pink sighed. “y/n, you are my girlfriend.”

you snapped your head up at turned to him. “i am? aww that’s so sweet.” you smiled, cupping his face and bringing him in for a kiss. he could taste the alcohol on your lips and normally he wouldn’t like that, but it was you so he couldn’t resist kissing back. you pulled away from the kiss after a few seconds, “i love you.”

he gave you his full smile. “i love you more.”

pink cupped your face, “okay, let’s get you home.”

“so we can fuck?”

he sighed and and pinched your cheeks before letting go of your face. he decided to humor you. “yeah, as soon as you sober up i’ll show you a good time but for now let’s focus on getting you in bed- to sleep.” he closed the back door, sitting in the driver’s seat and turning on the child lock. he wasn’t taking any chances with your safety.

“why not now?” you whined, slouching forward and pressing your face to the back of the drivers seat. the leather was cool against your face. pink backed out of the driveway and pulled on to the main road as you sat up straight.

“because you’re drunk. that’s why.”

you were silent after that, leaning back fully into the seat and looking at the cars and houses he drive past on the main roads.

he checked on you through the rear view mirror numerous times through the the drive, just making sure you were good and weren’t like- choking on your own vomit or something.

when pink pulled on to your block he drove cautiously, saying a silent prayer that your parents weren’t home.

he parked in front of your house and pulled the keys out of the ignition, silently thanking god that your parents were away.

pink opened the back car door, taking off your seatbelt and picking you up. you grumbled incoherent nonsense and he walked up the front door, using the house key in the lamp to open it and pull you upstairs to your room.

pink sat you on the bed and immediately you flopped over on your side. the room was still spinning and the weed mixed with the alcohol made you feel like you had no gravity pulling you down the earth. right now you were simply floating in the stratosphere. pink laughed a little and pulled you to sit up.

“what do you wanna wear?” he asked as he took off your shoes for you. he began to look through your dressers for cloths after that.

“i really want doritos…”

pink sighed. “as soon as we get you changed and in bed you can have all the doritos you want, sweetie.”

he pulled out one of his old jerseys from your dresser and smiled, it was all the way from sophomore year.

“you kept this?” pink asked, walking over to you with a smile. you looked at the jersey and nodded.

“yeah, it’s comfy.” you flipped over again causing him to sigh. pink moved his hands to your pants, unzipping your jeans and pulling them off before helping you put on some shorts. after your pants were changed he removed all your bracelets, necklaces and rings. he left the room for a second before coming back some makeup wipes and a brown wash cloth.

you laid there, watching and letting him take care of you. when he finished changing your clothes he removed your makeup and then pressed a cold wash cloth on to your forehead.

“do you think you’re gonna throw up tonight?”

you only nodded a bit, sitting up and using what ever strength you had left to stand. again, the room spun and you fell back. pink gently grabbed you, sitting you back down on the bed. “woahh, take it easy babe.” he grabbed the wash cloth and pressed it all over your face. “what do you need? i’ll get it for you. just stay here.”

“water please.”

pink nodded and kissed your head, tucking your body under the covers and leaving you in the room for a minute.

he came back with a glass of water, a bag of doritos and a bucket in case you puked during the night.

pink began to walk towards the door but immediately stopped when he heard your voice call out. “you’re leaving?” there was a slight hint of sadness in your tone that made his heart soften.

“no, baby. i’m not leaving. i just gotta go grab some clothes from the car and i’ll be back.”

you nodded and laid down. as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. when pink came back into your bedroom, he was careful to be quiet and not wake you. the boy had changed into a black shirt and some flannels to sleep it. he turned off the light, walking over to the bed and slipping in with you.

even in your sleepy state, you felt his body press against yours and his arms wrap around you. soft kisses where placed on the side of your face until both of you fell asleep.

#fluff #getting drunk #dazed and confused imagine #dazed and confused #pink floyd #randall pink floyd imagine #randall pink floyd x reader #randall

[80s4life]

Some Kind Of Wonderful

Word Count: 2,220

Status: Requested!

Ask: Hiii can you do anything for Randall Pink Floyd

@: a very interesting anon that loves forgotten movies like me! (seriously, Dazed and Confused doesn’t get enough attention)

Fandom: Dazed And Confused 1993

Relationship: Randall “Pink” Floyd x Reader

Summary: Time’s slowly running out and the dangers of adulthood are starting to near too quickly. When finishing off the last year of high school starts to truly seep into your bones, you realize someone’s wasting a gift you simply couldn’t just be handed.

Warnings: explicit language, sexual jokes, weed, alcohol, weed and alcohol consumption, underage drinking/smoking/partying

Masterlist Dazed And Confused Masterlist

{gif is not mine, credits go to @dazed--and--confused​}

Heaving yourself over the chain link fence, Slater is quick to clumsily follow behind. Giggling, you drop down drunkenly, scrambling to your feet to help Slater carefully tumble over the other side. 

“I got it. I got it,” he smiles, using your shoulders as support as he tries to stand on the flimsy wraps of metal without anything to hold onto. “Alright, go away.”

Stepping back as he had asked, it takes all about ten seconds before he’s colliding with the ground with a hard thud. You try your best to stay quiet, but the groans that follow soon after cause you to explode. As best as you can manage, you wheeze while taking his hand and lifting him up, “Don’t got it.”

“Hey, I was up there for a long time! Try beating that!”

“Nah, I’d rather keep my head in tact,” you slur, handing him the indiscreet bottle wrapped inside a paper bag.

He happily obliges, eyes quickly being entertained with holding the bottle without spilling, your eyes scanning the field to find the rest of the gang. Just along the other side of the football field, the familiar cackling of young teens tells you that you guys showed up too late.

“Hey, there they are!” you can hear Don shouting, voice echoing throughout the stands and bleachers.

Shoving Slater, you guys fall into a not-so-sturdy race, feet flying about and hands scattered in all directions to prevent falling on your faces again. The group, staring at your liquid-enhanced happiness, laugh as they decide to move towards the center of the field.

Sucking in greedy breaths of air, you both go tumbling into the grass before the group. Slater rolls into Pink and Simone while you crash into Don’s awaiting arms. 

“Perfect landing,” he grins into your ear, making sure to leave a teasing nibble on the lobe, eyes digging straight into the particularly long haired brunette across from him.

“Shut up,” you groan, lifting off of him to sit cross-legged besides Slater once more.

For some time, you indulge in the adventures of David Wooderson; the many women he’s been with, the crazy shit he got himself into and how he got out of it, the places he’s been. Although they were bizarre, they kept the group entertained through their buzzed hazes, laughing and giggling at every punch line.

Laying across Slater’s thighs, you support your head with both of your crossed arms. Beside you, Slater takes turns in passing the joint between you both, one arm supporting his own head as he stares up at the stars. 

The group had fallen in a comfortable silence, indulging in the short-lived peace that is soon to be destroyed as the morning light comes up. Slowly, with the peaking sun just above the treeline, Shavonne and Simone make their exit through the front gate of the school’s football stadium.

You sadly let them go, knowing that senior year is just about over for you, hugging them as they depart. Wooderson is next to leave, still tipsy over last night’s drinks, he comfortably grabs the bottle of tequila he was nursing, leaving before the cops have a chance to get him.

Watching the clouds turn a deep shade of orange like gold, you, Slater, and Pink all sit up side by side to watch the end of the show. 

“Hey man...woman....this isn’t the end of us, is it?” Slater slurs, turning briefly to look the each of you in the eye.

“Hell no!” you yell, looking at him as if he’s crazy, “You’re my best friend, Slater, my partner in crime. I’m not done with you yet.”

He smiles at the drastic bit of reassurance, sharing a look of fond companionship. Swiftly, the both of you nudge shoulders and turn towards Pink, expectant eyes waiting for his answer that didn’t come as naturally as it should’ve.

He looks Slater in the eyes, then they slip to yours in a sense of regret and premature sadness. Sighing, he blows, “I don’t known, man. We hung out with each other because we were stuck with each other. Now we have no reason to be around - hang out like we used to. We aren’t kids anymore, we’re adults about to enter the big, wide world we’ve been dying for. Who knows what the next year or two will take us.”

“That’s why we make sure it doesn’t happen,” you counter, staring off at the sky again.

“And how can you ensure that, Y/N?” Pink asks with a defensiveness you aren’t quite used to hearing.

“Because,” you snap your head towards him sharply, “If we want to be in each other’s lives, we’ll make damn sure that we stick around.” Your eyes, stern and soft at the same time, bore into his own with and intensity and determination set.

Neither Pink nor Slater argue you, Pink still staring at you with disbelief and no change in his thoughts. He doesn’t believe you, not completely. 

“Pink,” you try to compose yourself, setting your voice to a lighter tone to avoid further argument. “If you’re friends and truly scared of losing them, the love and bond you share should say enough. You don’t just fucking disappear on your own, you’ll let that shit happen and you’ll know you’re doing it, too. We’ve lost a lot of good friends, but they weren’t built to last. Our friendship, well, it’ll last a lifetime.”

Slater pulls you in by your shoulder, side hugging you with a warm, kooked-out smile, “Yeah man. Even our kids will be friends.”

You laugh at that, looking back at Pink, his head down and hands playing with the grass. “I don’t know,” his voice cracks a bit.

Looking back at Slater, he nods, whispering in your ear, “Tell him Y/N, you’ve got nothing to lose. He needs you.” You smile at his unnatural encouragement, he’s always good at finding the right words, as rare as they come. Getting up from the grass and waving his goodbye, he winks at you, going back through the woods in which you came silently.

“Pink,” you mumble, shuffling closer to him and placing a hand underneath his head, pulling him up to look at you by his chin. When he looks up, his eyes are glossy and threatening to break down at any moment, softening as you look at him. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, you hear me?”

“I just don’t want to lose us,” he chokes, a tear sneaking past him before he could wipe it away.

“We won’t. We- I-,” you stutter to find the words. You know what you want to tell him, but you don’t know how to - too scared of the possibility of rejection. “I love you, Pink, always have, always will. I’ve stuck around this long without an inch of expectation from you, what makes you think it’ll change now? You’re gonna go places, Pink, but don’t think I won’t be too far behind you, making sure you get just where you need to be.”

For once, he smiles at you, a glossy wet smile that cracks through the shadows of doubt swirling in his head. “You’re talking about the pledge, aren’t you.”

“Oh, you’re signing that pledge, don’t get me wrong, but no, I’m talking about anywhere and wherever you go. You don’t have to be this huge NFL football player for me to love you just the same, you’re always gonna be Pink from Lee High School in good, old Austin, Texas, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smirks, looking down at the grass again.

“Hey,” you pull his head up again, “I’m serious, Pink.”

“I know,” he mumbles, “Just scared for our futures, you know? I don’t know where I’m going yet.”

“And you’re not gonna know for a long time, you’re still in high school. You’ll figure life out just like the rest of us, you just have to get through the last year of high school. Shit, I mean, I don’t even know what the fuck to do with myself yet and I just graduated.”

He laughs at that, smiling wide for you to see as he gives you a once over, “You’re gonna do just fine, Y/N. You always get your shit together. You have nothing to worried about.”

“Neither do you,” your smirk, poking his arm.

You guys fall into a comfortable silence for a moment or two, riddled with your own thoughts before Pink speaks up again, “So, you love me, huh?”

“Oh, shut up,” your face heats up, this time being the one to look at the grass for answers. “I knew you’d pick that up.”

“How could I not, it was such a beautiful speech, really made me tear up.”

You laugh at him, shoving his shoulder as you get back up on your feet. Outstretching your hand, Pink takes it, frame towering over yours with his natural height and intensity. 

Slowly, you guys make your way to the front gate of the football field. There, you find Slater, stomping out his half-smoked joint just as Coach Bronco emerges from the parking lot, holding a finger up to his lips with a smile.

“Ah, Randy,” Bronco chirps, acting as if he hadn’t been waiting for a while, “You sign that pledge yet?”

“Actually,” you step before him, “He was just going to sign it now, do you have a pen?” You smile nice a sweet, Bronco pulling out a pen and handing it to you. “Oh, and we kind of lost the paper,” you smirk innocently, “You know, with the parties and stuff tonight, it got lost.”

“Oh sure, I’ve got a copy,” he runs back to his car to fetch another paper.

Pink elbows you in the side and you turn to smile devilishly at him, “You’ve got a gift, I’m not going to stand by and watch you spoil it, Pink.”

“Here you are,” Coach Bronco smiles.

“Thank you,” you take it from him, handing it over to Pink and turning around, offering your back for him to use to sign it. Begrudgingly he does as you’d silently instructed, signing the paper and handing it back.

“Thanks Randy, we look forward to seeing you next year. Don’t get soft on us,” then Bronco leans in, whispering something you can’t quite make out, turning to sneak a peak at Slater, hiding in the bushes. “And don’t let that one go, that one knows what they’re talking about. A good influence...special.”

“Alright! Thanks Coach, I’ll see you next year,” Pink exclaims, motioning towards his want for Bronco to leave.

“Thanks Coach B, he’ll be back better than ever. You just wait!”

“I hope so,” and with that, Bronco leaves seemingly happy with the outcome.

“That doesn’t mean I’m not smoking this summer,” Pink mutters.

“All you had to do was sign it, now you’re free,” you smile. “Come on, lets go home, we need to sleep at some point.”

Waving at Slater, he comes bounding out of the bushes again, a tipsy smile on his face. “Does that mean I have to find a new smoking buddy?”

“Nah, I’m not done yet,” Pink smirks.

“Hey, I thought I was your smoking buddy?” you punch Slater’s arm.

“Ow!” he exclaims dramatically. “You are my smoking best friend,” he corrects.

“So, I’m more special then?”

“Sure,” he smirks.

Walking down the parking lot, you part ways, hugging Pink before you turn back to Slater, wrapping your arm around his waist due to his height. Pink goes the other direction with a giggle, watching as Slater puts all of his weight onto you, wobbling down the road.

Before he turns the corner, Pink calls out, “Oh, and Y/N?!”

Turning around, you look back at him, “Yeah?”

“I love you, too!”

Confusion laces your features as quickly as his blow, looking up at Slater to make sure you heard it right. Slater looks down at you, eyebrows raised with a shrug. Turning back to Pink, a huge smile breaks across your face.

Down the road, Pink smiles back with a red hue to his cheeks, “Did you hear me?”

Suddenly, you let go of Slater and bound towards Pink, almost tackling him as you jump on him. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he chuckles loud, smirking down at you as he places a kiss to your nose.

“Are you serious?” you ask, looking up at him with bewilderment.

“Well, you didn’t really give me a chance to say it back, did you?”

“You’re not answering my question.”

“Do I need to say it again?”

“For clarification purposes, please?”

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. I have since we were Freshmen.”

Turning around, you give Slater a double thumbs up, him smiling and imitating a gagging motion. “I love you, too, Randall Floyd.”

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[twistnet]

sneaking around [ randall ‘pink’ floyd ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; a little secluded hallway makeout when you’re supposed to be in class

⋯ PROMPT ; [ fictional couples two ] smiling in-between kisses

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, sexual themes [ heavy makeouts ] + mature language

⋯ NOTES ; this content is strictly for those 18+ ; any minors // ageless // blank blogs interacting with this post will be blocked

the school day had seemed to drag on, and with the prospect of summer break slowly creeping up, many were already in the same boat. the end of the year meant graduation and summer parties until lives resumed and everyone went their separate ways.

at the call of the bell, you gathered your things. walking along side a friend to her class as the two of you chatted about the upcoming test in one of the your shared classes. complaining widely about the teacher until she waved to you and entered her next class.

and just as you had turned to walk toward your own, a hand shot out to grasp your own, tugging you into the near empty hallway. hands quickly cupped your cheeks before lips pressed against yours to muffle the surprised gasp. only taking a split second to realize who it was, “a little warning would have been nice...” you mutter angrily against pink’s lips before he draws back to chuckle in response.

“would have ruined the fun, sweetheart. besides, wasn’t it you who thought the sneaking around would be fun?” he teases, capturing your lips again before you could utter out a response -- a smiling spreading across his lips as he felt your cheeks heat under his hands. you shake your head, tearing your lips from his in order to rest your foreheads together, “you’re right... but i wouldn’t change if for the world.”

your pull him back in by the collar of his shirt, the kiss deepening slightly as his hands drop from your cheeks, instead wrapping them around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to himself. there’s a muffled noise of surprise as his tongue dips between your parted lips, swiping over your own to taste you softly -- noting the hint of mint still lingering behind.

your hands smooth towards his shoulder, until fingers twist through his long locks and you give a light pull, causing him to moan against your mouth. you swallow the little noises he makes, not a worry in the world until someone clears there throat from behind you.

a startled noise leaves your lips as the two of you break apart, finding michelle and kevin standing at the entrance of the hallway with knowing smiles, “didn’t know you were already here, floyd. we’ll.... just leave the two of you be then.” kevin smirks, pulling michelle along with him until their both out of sight.

“what are we gonna do? everyone’s gonna find out and - “ your sentence cut off by pink’s lips, forcing your eyes to drift shut before he draws back with another smile, “don’t worry about that right now, baby. we've got other things to finish.” you roll your eyes at his words before a smile splits across your lips as you let him pull you back in for another heated kiss.

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[rainforest-daisies]

Cassiopeia

Character: randall “pink” floyd x fem!Reader

Synopsis: randall and reader start smoking together, which ends in talking about their future together.

TW: smoking weed, suggestive jokes, fluff:)

Word count: 310

A/n: short and sweet, just like the girl this is dedicated to<3 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIA!!!)

Smoke clouded your lungs as you took a puff of the newly rolled joint, your boyfriends hand gently griping your waist, rubbing the exposed skin with his thumb. He had convinced you to stay the night with him, stating; “i would get lonely, reefer and lone men don’t mix well”, as well as plenty pleases that you couldn’t say no to.

Smoke clouded your lungs as you took a puff of the newly rolled joint, your boyfriends hand gently griping your waist, rubbing the exposed skin with his thumb. He had convinced you to stay the night with him, stating; “i would get lonely, reefer and lone men don’t mix well”, as well as plenty pleases that you couldn’t say no to.

Smoke clouded your lungs as you took a puff of the newly rolled joint, your boyfriends hand gently griping your waist, rubbing the exposed skin with his thumb. He had convinced you to stay the night with him, stating; “i would get lonely, reefer and lone men don’t mix well”, as well as plenty pleases that you couldn’t say no to.

Staying at his house while his parents were gone made you think. About one thing, specifically.

The future with him.

You breathed out the thick smoke, coughing as it exited your mouth quickly. “Y’know, i still cant get used to that.” Giggling as you passed the blunt to Randall. “Well, ill love you either way, if you get used to it or not.” He smiled and took a puff while looking in your eyes, before looking to the side and blowing. “What’s on your mind?” He looked back to you.

You looked down to your hand resting on your thigh, “do you want kids? Eventually?” You scrunched your eyebrows. Was this too soon?

“I mean, yeah. Maybe some day. Why, are you ready for me to knock you up or something?” He observed you softening in his grip, his own laugh cueing yours. He passed the blunt to you again, but you didn’t move to smoke. The Ashe falling onto your pants, Randall broke you out of your short daydream.

“You okay?” He whispered into your ear as he placed his head in your shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss.

“Can we name one of our kids after a star?”

A large pause, “Sure…are you thinking maybe…Stella? Or maybe Tara?” He said in a gentler tone, you could almost hear the grin on his face by the way he talked.

“Maybe…Cassiopeia?” Your voice was quiet, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah. I like that name.”

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summer lovin’

summer o’ “76

randall pink floyd x fem!reader

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[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Making out with Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd would include~

(My blurry gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Let me just say that Pink is a slut for making out. Every time he sees you he’s just itching to put his lips on yours and keep them there until he can’t breathe, and you know what? Most of the time he does.

- He understands the basic concept of “there’s a time and a place for everything” but... why can’t the time and place be... all the time and everywhere?? :(

- Hook a finger in his necklace to pull him closer and he’s all yours. Believe me, it’s the easiest way to cast a spell on him for the rest of the night.

- Once he starts he never wants to stop. Pink could makeout for hours if he could and you’re both very aware of the fact. Anytime you pull away he tries to plead with you to “give him just one more kiss”.

- Your kisses never stay chaste for very long. He likes deepening them whenever he can and is very good at slowly easing into full on makeout sessions, tongue and all. Sometimes you’ll think you’re just gonna give him a quick kiss and wind up spending five minutes connected by the lips.

- Speaking of tongue: he’s very skillful with his. It’s never too much or too little; always just right and perfectly coaxing when he’s trying to get you to open up to him.

- His mind goes all fuzzy whenever you kiss him. Was he worrying about something? He can’t remember, all he can focus on is you.

- His hands always wander when he’s kissing you, sometimes innocently, sometimes not so much. You’ve had to remove a hand from your boob more than a few times.

-  He loves when your hands find their way into his hair. Borderline scalp massage while kissing a beautiful girl that’s all his; what more could a guy want?

- You’ve had a lot of early morning makeouts laying in the grass of some forgotten place, the sun just rising as you kiss each other tiredly. The sleepy haze around you just makes everything feel soft, warm and inviting.

- His kisses are sweet but there’s often a twinge of bitterness to them from his nightly drinking habits. You get used to the taste of beer after a while but you probably try your best to reserve your kisses for when he hasn’t drank anything yet.

- He likes to play tackle you, kissing and mouthing against your neck before pressing his lips to yours. A lot of the time you wind up making out with your back pressed against the floor and him settled between your legs.

- Sneaking off to dark corners of parties and other secluded areas. His friends have most definitely drunkenly interrupted the two of you.

- Having little mini conversations between kisses. He tends to make jokes and then cut off your laughter with a kiss.

- He’s a strong kisser and that paired with his soft lips is a deadly combination.

- He loves flavored lip gloss. Screw weed, he could get high off of cherry chapstick and that’s a fact.

- He ends your little “sessions” with a few chaste kisses like he’s waning himself off of you. He always seems so disappointed when you have to stop, which only makes you want to kiss him again.

- He often makes some teasing remark once you’ve both pulled away, things like “well wasn’t that fun” or “just what the doctor ordered”. You usually respond by calling him a dork and kissing his cheek.

#90s movie imagine #90s imagine #90s movie headcanon #90s movie headcanons #randy pink floyd headcanon #randy pink floyd headcanons #randall pink floyd imagine #randall pink floyd headcanon #randall pink floyd headcanons #randy pink floyd imagine #dazed and confused headcanon #dazed and confused headcanons #dazed and confused x reader #dazed and confused imagine

[baby-harrington]

hanging out - randall “pink” floyd

requested by anon💞just some fluffy pink for the evening :) there’s a lot of dialogue but hopefully it’s still okay!!

- to say that you and pink were close was a bit of an understatement

- you’d known each other since childhood

- and you were still as close as you were when you were five

- when he wasn’t busy with football or his other friends, he’d always come to hang out with you

- a few drinks, maybe a smoke, no biggie

- just a nice night with your longest best friend

- you’d stick some music on and talk the night away

- he’d get all flirty after a few drinks but it was all in good fun, you were so used to each other that it didn’t seem like a big deal

- this time was no different

- you’d had a few beers and were now laid out on the bed together, catching up while aerosmith played softly in the background

- pink had his arm slung around your shoulder, rubbing circles into it with his thumb

- his other hand clutching an almost empty beer

- the two of you were no stranger to cuddling up like this. it was normal for the two of you since you were so close

- “so how are you finding school right now? it’ll soon be summer break and then we’ll be seniors!” you said, looking up at pink

- “oh, I dunno, it’s the same as always. I guess senior year is gonna be the same”

- “maybe... how is your girlfriend, by the way?” you asked

- “we, uh, broke up.” pink said plainly. he didn’t seem too upset by it

- “aren’t you upset?”

- he rubbed your shoulder a little and shook his head. then he rested it back on top of yours

- “nah, it wasn’t anything serious. we decided we’d be better off as friends. what about you, though? you’ve never had a boyfriend in high school, right?”

- you took a swig of your beer and shook your head no

- “I’ve just been waiting for the right guy, I guess.”

- “surely someone at high school is right for you? what about tony?”

- “tony’s sweet and all but I don’t think he’s my type. he’s a little nerdy.”

- pink laughed a little but pressed on

- “how about dawson?” he asked, causing you to laugh which in turn made him smile

- “he’d be too interested in getting into my pants”

- “I don’t blame him” he said, flirting. he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively then laughed at your less than amused expression

- “well maybe I don’t blame jodi kramer for trying to get into your pants” you jokingly replied

- pink laughed again, pulling you in a bit as he did so. he brushed that last comment off though, wanting to get back to interrogating you

- “c’mon, you’ve seriously never liked anyone?”

- “not really. well, maybe one or two”

- he sat forward, taking his arm away so he could turn to face you and lean back. “oh really? who? and how come you haven’t told me this sooner?”

- “because you’d laugh at me!”

- “oh, come on, y/n. you can tell me. we’ve known each other since we were, what, four years old?”

- “okay, okay, fine. I used to like mike newhouse when we were in freshman year.”

- “no way!” pink grinned, laughing as you buried your head in your hands in embarrassment. “that’s adorable”

- “no it isn’t. it’s embarrassing! he’s a total nerd now. he’s nice, but a total nerd.”

- “damn. harsh.” he sighed, amused before he gave you a serious look again. “be serious now. do you like anyone?”

- “one person. but he’s a really good friend and I don’t wanna mess things up with him.”  

- “do I know him?” he crossed his legs and leaned forward again, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in the palm of his hand

- “yeah, but it doesn’t matter. he might say yes but it would be weird if we broke up and couldn’t stay friends.”

- “well why don’t you tell him and just see what happens?”

- “okay...” you paused for a sec

- you took pink’s hand and played with his fingers to calm your nerves a little

- you had done that before so he didn’t think anything of it

- “pink, I like you,” you admitted, “but if you don’t like me that’s okay because it doesn’t matter.”

- “hey, hey, hold on.” he said, taking your hand properly this time, and grabbing the other one too

- he rubbed his thumbs on the sides of your hands and looked into your eyes

- “you could have told me earlier, y’know.” he said quietly, a small smile gracing his face. “I don’t flirt with you all the time for nothing!”

- you chucked and looked down at your lap

- pink grabbed your chin softly so you could look back into his dark eyes

- “I’m serious, y/n. you could have told me.”

- “I was afraid of what you’d think of me”

- instead of replying, he pulled you in a little by the hand on your chin, and softly pressed his lips to yours

- it was only a small kiss, a feather light touch, but it was enough to send sparks down your spine

- it had always been him

- you had secretly always known it but you had told yourself to always hide it, he was your best friend and you couldn’t just go and ruin it all

-  when you pulled away again, he was quick to swipe and pull you back in, this time for a tight embrace

- he held you so tightly and buried his head into your shoulder

- “I’ve loved you longer than you could ever know”

- and that’s how you knew he really was the one

#randall floyd #randall pink floyd #pink #randall floyd x reader #randall floyd imagine #pink x reader #pink imagine #dazed and confused #dazed and confused imagine #dazed and confused x reader #imagine #request

[steve-harringtons-lover]

Masterlist!

Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era):

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Cho Chang

Lavender Brown

Ginny Weasley

Tonks

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Cedric Diggory

Fleur Delacor

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Older Colin Creevey

Padma Patil

Parvati Patil

Harry Potter (Marauders Era):

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Sirius Black

Peter Pettigrew

Regulus Black

Lily Potter

Scream(1996):

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Poly!Ghostface

Sidney Prescott

Tatum Riley

Randy Meeks

The Outsiders:

Johnny Cade

Ponyboy

Dally

Soda

Darry

Two-Bit

Steve

Diary of a Wimpy Kid:

Rodrick Heffley

Dead Poets Society:

Neil Perry

Charlie Dalton

Todd Anderson

Steven Meeks

Chris

Pittsie

Knox

Cameron

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

John B. Rutledge

Kiara Carrera

Pope Hayward

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Steve Harrington

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Eleven (Jane)

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

The Mighty Ducks:

Charlie Conway

Adam Banks

Jesse Hall

Greg Goldberg

Connie Moreau

Guy Germaine

Julie Gaffney

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Luis Mendoza

Dwayne Robertson

Ken Wu

Russ Tyler

Lester Averman

Community:

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Britta Perry

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

That '90s Show:

Leia Forman

Jay Nelson

Nate

Gwen Rnuck

Ozzie

Niki

That 70s Show:

Eric Forman

Donna Pinciotti

Jackie Burkhart

Steven Hyde

Fez

Michael Kelso

Dazed and Confused:

Randall 'Pink' Floyd

Don Dawson

Slater

Kevin Pick ford

Michelle

Mitch Kramer

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I will NOT write going to 'paris' with the Weasley twins or SMUT

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[cxce15]

Can I just put this out there to the fanfic writers

If a fanfiction that you wrote is about a certain character

For example say Kevin Pickford from Dazed And Confused

Don't put the tag Randal Pink Floyd or Mitch kramer because it makes it harder to find an acual fanfic for people who actually want to read a story of Pink or Mitch.

Just putting this out there because I tried finding a Jacob Barber or Jacob Thrombey x reader fanfic and the whole tag was filled with Ransom or Andy.

Not one fanfic was of either Jacob and it angered me.

#andy barber #kevin pickford #jacob thrombey #random drysdale #knives out #mitch kramer #randal pink floyd #dazed and confused #jacob barber #jaeden martell #chris evans #defending jacob

[finalgirlfae]

i’ve been so inactive but just know i have a shawn hunter, matt sturniolo and randall floyd smuts brewing in my drafts !!

#shawn hunter x reader #sturniolo smut #randall pink floyd x reader

[finalgirlfae]

PLEASE TELL ME YOU STILL WRITE FOR RANDY FLOYD 🙏🏻

school and life is kicking my ass left right n center but yes!! im trying to work on more fics with him i just never have the time to anymore :(

#fae speaks #randall pink floyd x reader

[finalgirlfae]

update

i know i lie and bullshit are like sometimes with the imagines but i ACTUALLY am working on the pink floyd smut. there was supposed to be an entirely different idea but i couldn’t work with it so i scrapped it and started a new one. i’ve written half of it and am currently working on the next half before i can publish it. it will be out soon. i promise.

randall pink floyd smut

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[finalgirlfae]

slow ride, randall floyd

genre: smut

pairings: randall “pink” floyd x afab!reader

summary: a late night drive with randy floyd turns into a teenage dream.

“man i totally forgot we went to the same junior high man.” pink spoke, shaking his head and laughing a bit. he rested his free hand on car tray, picking up the joint you had lit. you two were currently driving down the practically empty freeway, just letting the wind in your face and some music play through his car’s speaker.

“who would’ve thought that i, randall pink floyd, would you be here, smoking a joint at midnight with the class of ‘77’s valedictorian? that’s crazy.”

you giggled a bit as you watched a car zip by. you and pink never really talked but you both ran into each other while party hopping and had been smoking in his car since and he was a cool dude. “we aren’t much different.” this was the first time you ever got to talk to him for real, and in the few short hours you were getting to greatly enjoy pink’s company. he was fun to talk to and nice to look at.

“we aren’t much different?” pink asked after taking a hit. he passed it back to you and took an exit. he then began to pull into an empty parking lot behind a closed down restaurant just off the highway. the top to his convertible was off, allowing the both of you to feel the slightly chill of a cool breeze whipping past your face due to the tall green trees that surrounded you.

he rested his arm that was on the wheel on the door of the car, looking at the trees in front of you in an almost deep thought. “you are the valedictorian..never seen at parties. never seen smoking a J. never caught dead in the bathroom with a cigarette. i didn’t even know you smoked!”

“it’s the 70s. who doesn’t smoke?” you shrugged, taking another hit and letting it flow out your mouth. the air felt so nice and the soft sounds of crickets chirping was so relaxing.

he nodded. “true. but still, you were kind of distant. just far off.”

you nodded slightly, recalling your last four years at lee high and acknowledging the slight solitude you allowed yourself to live in.

“i wasn’t a complete stranger, pink. we just ran in different circles, that’s all.” you shrugged again, why did he care so much about this?

“i ran in every circle-” he began but you cut him off with a laugh.

“but never to me!” you spoke. you unbuckled your seatbelt and turned to pink fully. “i’m friends with cynthia, mike and tony. i played poker with them all the time. you were there, you never spoke to me. i kind of just thought you just didn’t like me.” there was a slight teasing tone in your voice that made him lean a little closer to you.

pink denied this, shaking his head “that’s not it. i was just scared.”

“scared?” you laughed, “of what!”

“of you!” he laughed back. “you terrified me!”

you looked at him like he was crazy. “i terrified you?”

“yes,” he exasperated. “don’t look at me like that, you’re intimidating! you’re smart and you know what you want in life, you don’t take shit from anyone and you’re talented. you’re making it out of this town. i just thought you were great and it made me realize i wanna be great too.”

how did this drive turn into a compliment session? you smiled at him, slipping out of your heels and curling your legs up onto the passenger seat. pink watched you hug your knees and lean forwards to him. “if you think i’m so great then how come you never talked to me? intimidating or not, what did you have to lose?”

“yeah right. then i’d say some stupid jock shit and just embarrass myself in front of the pretty girl.” his tone was laced with sarcasm and he turned away from you and back to the steering wheel, almost putting the car in drive.

“you think i’m pretty?”

he laughed and took his hands off the wheel, turning back to face you. he leaned closer to you, looking at your lips and then back into your dazed eyes. “i think you’re pretty.” he confirmed like a common known fact. “i think you’re really sexy too. in this, smart and beautiful way. this powerful way. you walk into a room and people stare at you. you’re captivating. what’s not pretty about that? come on y/n, you know you’re the shit. act like it.”

you put the joint down on the ashtray and looked at pink before pulling him into a kiss by his jaw, running a thumb over his cheekbone. your lips moved against his slowly and you couldn’t beleive you were kissing randall floyd right now. “i always liked you, pink.” you muttered against his soft lips. “i always did.”

“really?” he asked after slowly pulling away from the kiss. he looked you up and down.

“yeah.” you nodded and laughed a little as he moved some hair out your face, something about that gave you butterflies.

“when did you like me?”

you cringed stay the answer you had to his question. “7th grade english class, you sat at the table over and i stared at you so hard that period i almost failed the class.” you laughed recalling how mad your mom was when you told her you’re failing english because you can’t stop looking at the cute baseball player at the next table.

“well, if it’s any consolation i flunked bio twice on purpose so they’d make you help me make up lab hours and i could be near you.” he put his arm behind your head rest and smiled at you. he was being serious.

your jaw fell slightly. “really? god pink you’re such a loser.” you giggled, smiling fondly at him.

“yeah,” he nodded. “i am.”

you shook your head. “think about how much time we wasted. i literally swore i was gonna marry you in 8th grade.”

“really?” he laughed.

“really!” you scooted closer to him and he watched your movements. “i wanted to fuck you so bad when i was younger.” you whispered the last sentence even though no one was around to hear you.

pink’s mouth slowly fell open. “..what?”

“why are you so shocked?”

“man i thought you just liked me. i didn’t know you wanted to do it.” his voice was pure confusion and shock.

you laughed and shook your head, turning away from him and looking at the trees in front of the car again. “guys are so stupid.”

“hey!”

“seriously pink? you didn’t know i wanted to have sex with you?” you turned your head to meet his utterly shocked face.

“i didn’t! frankly i didn’t know girls wanted to have sex at that point. when we were in high school i kind of figured that out but i never would’ve guessed that you of all people would’ve wanted me like that.”

you shrugged. “i still want you like that.”

the music stopped abruptly and you looked over to see pink pulling the keys out of the ignition and tucking them into his pocket. he stared out the window at the trees like you we’re doing before.

“get in the backseat.”

“what?” you laughed a little, leaning back in absolute shock at the bold statement. you felt the need to clench your thighs, your heart was beating a bit faster and your mouth had gotten sort of dry. there is was again, that school girl pining from junior high that followed you through high school. in the back of your mind, you never stopped like him.

“what.. what do you mean?” you babbled like a complete idiot. he smirked at you.

“i mean shut up,” he leaned over to you and then pressed a kiss to your lips. “turn around,” he kissed you again, “and get your ass in the backseat so i can fuck the shit out of you.”

you jaw dropped and he smiled at you. he could tell you’d never been spoken to like how he just had. truth be told, yeah you had sex once or twice in your entire high school career, but it was just so lame and you hadn’t found anyone else you wanted to fuck. the town was small. pink however was a desire through most of your teen years, you had started liking the boy all the way in 7th grade.

you climbed over the seats until you were in the back. pink he kicked off his shoes and crawled back there to you, he then moved next to where you were sat. his hands flew to your waist and you began kissing him, excited to see what he would do to you.

“i’ve always wanted you, y/n.” pink spoke in the kiss. his lips were the softest. “even in junior high.” he placed soft kisses down the right side of your neck earning a breathy moan. “fuck i had it bad for you then.” with closed eyes you hummed at what he was saying to you. pink was good at this, he knew how to talk to you in ways that were sure to make you wet.

you gasped as his you were being pulled on to his lap and he began to suck a hickey on to your collarbone. his hands slowly unzipped your jeans, giving you time to back out before pulling them off with ease and rubbing to fingers against your clothed pussy. “i would go home from baseball practice and think about you all night. wouldn’t get any sleep, just think about you and wonder what it’d be like to kiss you, touch you, taste you, fuck you.”

“pink-” you gasped at the sudden attention to your clit. he could definitely hear his fast your heart was beating

“i would have dreams about you...” pink muttered, slipping his hands into your panties. he rubbed your lips with two fingers before gently slipping one inside you. “you’re so wet.” he went back to kissing your lips, slowly pumping and curling one finger inside you. when felt your body relax a bit more, began to rotate his thumb on your puffy clit.

it was almost pathetic how your fucked your hips to meet his hand, you could feel his smile against your lips when you did this. “need me?” pink asked, kissing your jaw. he added another finger and curled them, pulling them out and slamming them back in a little rougher than he had done before. a moan escaped your lips as he began to hit an entirely different angle, a spot that made you clench around his fingers. you put your face into pinks neck, kissing it in attempt to hide your whimpers but you couldn’t. the more you tried to hide them the faster he fingered you.

“come on, let it out baby. i wanna hear you.” he slipped a third finger inside which made you absolutely lose your mind. you whined, pulling up from his neck and tossing your head back. his fingers fucked into you at a fast pace, calloused thumb circling your clit as your hands gripped on to his red shirt. you were basically riding his fingers. it was so desperate and needy like he had said.

“i’m gonna cum.” you let out another whine, sort losing control of your body and falling forward on his chest. pink sped up the motion on his fingers, holding your hip in his hand and coaxing you through your orgasm. you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him as you came all over his fingers. he slowly helped you ride out your orgasm, pulling his three fingers out slowly and making you whimper at the lost of contant.

you caught your breath and leaned back, watching as pink took her fingers and licked them clean. you clenched your thighs again and moved off his lap, opting to sit next to him. the two guys you fucked before never really fingered you before sex, it was always after when they failed to make you finish.

pink moved his fingers to his lips, sucking on them to taste you. your jaw fell a little and shock. you’d never seen someone do this.

you turned to press your back against the side of the car and grabbed his collar, pulling him into a kiss. your legs spread a bit, allowing him to crawl between them. the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against your pussy called your body to twitch a bit. pink noted it and smiled. you began to unbutton the boy’s red shirt, pulling it off to reveal his toned chest underneath.

you looked him up and down before running a hand across his chest. “i want you in me.”

he smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “soon, not yet. lie down.” pink grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off and gazing at the way your boobs sat.

“you’re so pretty.” he muttered, beginning to kiss and suck your left boob while playing with the right. the way his calloused fingers rolled harshly against your nipples made you push your chest forward, wanting more from him. he kissed down your stomach, moving your legs apart and leaning down until he was face to face with your pussy.

pink took his time with you, he was in no rush. he slowly kissed up and down your thighs, nipping them at some point just to keep you excited. he brought his lips to your pussy, kissing your clit before licking a stripe up your pussy. you moaned softly and relaxed a bit, his heavy tongue was soft and slowly as he began to eat you out.

your head clouded a bit as your hand reached up to grip the seatbelt holder behind you. pink moved his face up slightly, circling his tongue on your clit before taking it into his mouth. your back immediately arched at the way he sucked on your clit. his eyes were closed in deep concentration, listening to every moan you made.

“fuck, just like that.” you moaned, reaching your free hand down to tug at him hair. you pulled his face closer to your pussy, grinding against him and showing him how you wanted to be eaten.

his hands squeezed at your boobs for a moment before gripping your hips. pink opened his lips from around your clit and flicked his tongue at it for a few seconds before sticking his tongue inside your pussy.

another moan spilled from your lips and you pushed him head up and down, using his face to get off. he thought it was so hot, the way you took control and used his face to please yourself. you came again, this time on his face and with a shiver.

you both pulled away to catch your breath, that was your second orgasm of the night in a very short time. the cool air tussled pink’s hair as he looked at you with pure lust and adoration in his eyes. you flipped over to your stomach, closing your eyes and taking a second to catch your breath again.

“we’re not done.” pink spoke. your turned your head slightly to see him from your peripheral vision. there was the russle of papers before felt hit fingers hit a small square. he showed you and you nodded your head, giving him unspoken consent to do as he said. fuck the shit out of you.

your heard him pull his belt off and saw it tossed on the floor, next the tug of his pants and boxers. finally, both of you were naked.

pink rolled the condom on to his dick, you hadn’t turned to see it so you had no idea how much was about to go inside of him. he saw your body stiffen as he mounted you.

“relax,” he leaned up, moving your leg to get a better angle of your pussy. pink moved hair from the left side of your neck, kissing slowly down your neck and back. “i got you.” he grabbed your hips, putting your legs to spread on either side of his body so he could fuck you with more control.

he lined himself up with your entrance before pushing in and making you take a shallow gasp. pink ran his hands up and down your back to try and help you relax.

“you feel so fucking good.” he muttered softly, playing with your ass. he sat in your for a second before pulling out and pushing back in again. this time you moaned a little and he could feel your body relax again.

pink began to set in at a slow pace, bringing his hips to your ass with every stroke. he let out soft groans with every other thrust he gave, quickening his pace a little bit as your pussy gripped around him.

“that feel good?” he asked in an almost teasing tone, leaning forward on your body and pressing himself against you as his hips continued to move against yours. you twitched underneath him, biting your lip in pure bliss at the angle he was hitting.

you could only let out a mumbled moan of pleasure as you closed your eyes. pink laughed a bit, pulling your hips up to bring you into doggy style. his hand went to your hair, tugging it back and beginning to fuck you much harder.

losing strength in your arms, you left your body dropped and your face push up against the mirror. he felt go of your hair and moved his hands back to your ass, rubbing it slightly before slapping it. you let out a straggled moan, “pink, fuck. do it again.” you whined, earning another slap on the ass.

you moaned loudly in pain, face now smushed against his window. pink laughed and you moved your hand down to your pussy, beginning to play with your clit. his thrusts sped up and the only thing you could think about was how good he filled you up. how perfect his cock fit in your pussy and how good he fucked you.

you felt tears brim at your eyes when he moved your hand away, beginning to stimulate your clit for you. he used his other free hand to play with your nipple. so much was happening at once and you couldn’t even warn pink before you came around him with a sigh. you felt bad, he had made you finish three times and you couldn’t even wait long enough for him to catch his release.

“ ‘m sorry.” you muttered. he laughed a little and slowly pulled out of you.

“it’s okay.” pink sat on the seat, putting his head back as you both collected yourselves slightly. you crawled over to pink, sitting in his lap and straddling his waist.

he looked at you immediately, putting his hands on your hips and drumming fingers against your skin.

“i thought about you too. you reached behind you and gently touched pink’s cock, stroking it slowly as you moved it to like you with your entrance.

you dragged the head back and forth between your folds. “i wanted to jump your bones. then high school came and i saw you in the football uniform.” you both let out a groan as you sunk on to him, ass now pressed against his balls.

you dragged your hips back and forth, bouncing on his cock. pink’s eyes fluttered close and he pressed his lips together, breath heavier than before. you decided to mimic him. you used your hand to tilt his head forward to you. he opened his eyes when he felt your thumb brush against his lips. “come on, let it out baby. i wanna hear you. i wanna hear your pretty moans.”

pink moaned at your words immediately making you give yourself a proud smile. your core and thighs burned, and your pussy felt overstimulated but it didn’t matter. he had fucked the shit out of you so now you were returning the favor.

“the girls and i used to have chats after your games, each talking about how they wanted to fuck you.” you smoothed your hands over his chest. “they said so many dirty things about you, pink. i was thinking the same things as them.” you giggled at the way his hips rutted to your body. he was fucking himself into you.

“now i’m here in the backseat of your car riding you, and you feel so fucking good.”

pink let out a broken moan. “please y/n- fucking- shit!” you let out a yelp when both his arms wrapped around you and lifted you up with ease. he pressed your back against the front seat which folded forward, immediately allowing him to climb on top of you. he threw your leg over his shoulder, slamming his hips into yours. his eyes were closed and his lips were parted, saying your name like a prayer.

“fuck i’m cumming.” he moaned. pink’s thrusts soon became messier as both of you came together. there was a moment of silence, the only sound being your uneven breaths and the crickets of the night. pink’s face was pressed into your neck and your arms hugged him to your body. he was keeping you warm on the cool night.

“…did i really just have sex with the quarterback in the back of an el camino?” you asked yourself out loud. staring at the sky.

“did i really just have sex with the valedictorian in the back of my el camino?” he muttered from the side of your neck. you both laughed and stayed like that for another moment before he pulled out of you.

“that was the best sex i’ve ever had.” pink breathed, looking around the car to find his clothes.

you smiled. “really?” he was an attractive guy so definitely had girls in bed before.

he nodded and pressed a kiss to your lips. “really. do you wanna drive around and get some breakfast?” he knew the sex was better because of the previous crush he had on you and how much chemistry you two had.

you nodded. “there’s a lake just pass the trees. wanna freshen up first?”

pink looked at you. “are you asking me to go skinnydipping with you into the lake?”

you nodded.

he smiled. “definitely.”

you two grabbed your clothes, took your keys and headed down to lake. the cool water refreshed you both and you got a good look at the sunrise. usually after sex it was kind of awkward, but with pink it was fun. the two of you swam around the lake, giving each other kisses and playing around until finally deciding to get out.

you both got dry and got dressed, smoking another joint on the way to a diner near the center of town. undoubtedly, both your friend groups were there, each nursing some kind of hangover or ache from the wild night before.

you sat in the booth next to pink, a cup of hot chocolate in your hand. you took a sip and then rested your head in his shoulder, giving a content sigh and closing your eyes.

“tired?” he asked, looking at you.

“very. you?”

he shrugged. “for you? i could go another round.”

you laughed and snuggled into him closer. pink put his hand in your thigh, rubbing it up and down before holding your hand and pulling it on to his lap. he kissed the side of your temple and allowed you to fall asleep on him whilst your friends chatted around you. it was peaceful.

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cool nights [ randall ‘pink’ floyd ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; pink has plans for the two of you the minute you get to his house // continuation of summer heat ⇢ [ here ]

⋯ PROMPT ; [ smut one ] “does that feel good?” + [ smut two ] “you want me?”

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, smut [ heavy makeouts, vaginal fingering, against the door sex, unprotected sex -- no glove, no love ], smoking + mature lanugage

⋯ NOTES ; this content is strictly for those 18+ ; any minors // ageless // blank blogs interacting with this post will be blocked

you gently push his chest, pushing him back into his seat, “let’s get home before we do this again, yeah?” he chuckled, pressing one last kiss to your lips before turning the engine over, “well, i was trying to get you home… just couldn’t help myself.”​

you smile softly to yourself as pink pulls into the drive of his house, checking over to make sure his folks aren’t home before motioning for you to get out of the car. he’s quick to catch up to you, ushering you up to the front door with a quick kiss to the side of your neck and sliding past you to unlock the door.

the minute the door is closed, pink’s got you pressed up against the wood, lips pressed against your own. the surprised moan that left your lips was quickly muffled as arms caged around you -- keeping you anchored in place as hands drifted down your front. 

wasting little time in hiking the bottom of your skirt up to rest at the tops of your hips. your hands are pressed firmly against his chest, preventing him from engulfing you into the door as his fingers sweep your panties to the side. 

the pad of his index finger runs through your slit, finger stroking down and over your clit that has you effectively weeping into his shoulder as he continues to play with your sopping cunt.

“does that feel good?” he whispers huskily against your ear, smirking as you nod your head rapidly. fingers only pausing when a short moan leave your parted lips, “you want me?” pink questions again, taking pleasure in how resigned you’ve become in his hold.

“yes...” the sentence cut off with a strangled moan as his fingers pick back up their previous pace. furthering the effect he has over you with a few nips against the skin of your jaw. always spacing it out enough to keep you wondering when the next little spark of pain would fly down your spine.

you mewl softly as your orgasm fast approaches -- still worked up over the little off-road session the two of you had on the way back to his place. pink chuckles deeply as your hips jerk against his hand, searching for more of anything you can get. the heel of his hand bumping against your clit with each thrust of his fingers that slipping further inside you, bringing you closer to the edge.

“there ya go, baby... just like that.” pink coos, eyes locked on yours as he takes in every little movement of your orgasm washing over you. more so, as you legs almost give out from underneath you, and if it weren’t for the heavy grip at your waist or his body pressing you against the door, you would have ended up on the floor.

his fingers slip from your cunt, and nothing prepares you for the sight of him slipping those same fingers between his lips and into his mouth. he hums to himself, shooting you a quick wink as you gape at him. he suck his fingers clean before pulling them from his mouth, “fuck... that was hot.”

his lips pressed against yours once more, before he’s tugging you by the wrist up the stairs and towards his room at the end of the hall -- never worrying about his parents dropping in as they were still at work. he guides you over to the bed before stripping himself of his t-shirt and jeans. shooting you a lust-filled wink as you do the same, tossing the items to the floor to be temporarily forgotten.

pink climbs back over you the second his last garment falls to the floor. gently pushing you to rest back against the mattress as he settles between your thighs. softly maneuvering you around until you’re legs are wrapped around his waist. 

his cock brushes against your cunt and a forced moan leaves his lips at the sensation as he grounds his hips down against yours, coating his cock in your wetness. you mewl for a few short seconds before he gets frustrated and guides the head of his cock towards your entrance, “fuck...” pink moans, plunging inside you, inch by inch and filling you to the brim.

now fully seated inside of you, pink forces himself to breath slow. not wanting to cause you any unnecessary pain until you are fully ready for him to fuck you into the mattress. he looks down at you with lust-blown eyes, and the briefest of smiles as his hands smoothing along your thighs, “you are so fucking beautiful...” he coos, thumb dropping down to brush against your clit as he gives a tentative thrust of his hips, “ready for me, baby?”

you nod, the action cut off by a moan leaving your lips as pink begins to thrust into you, electricity shooting up your spine as his cock drags deep inside you. it’s not long until your panting, clawing at pink’s chest as he spears into you. eyes flitting down to where he disappears inside you, mesmerized as he pulls back until only the tip still seated inside, before slamming back into you hard.

pink’s pace increases until he’s fucking you in earnest, as he leans down to capture your lips, swallowing down your pitiful whimpers as your fingers tug sharply at his long strands, “damn..!” he calls, pulling his lips from yours to in turn rest his forehead against yours, “you gonna come for me again, huh? just like you did back in the car, sweetness?”

you teeter on the edge of your second orgasm, or third if we’re counting the one from earlier. already feeling the overstimulation starting to take over, you nod sharply as that orgasm washing over you again -- causing you to tense and cry out as pleasure and pain shoot along your spine.

barely coherent enough to catch as pink pulls himself from your cunt at the last second, and comes across your lower stomach, “f-fuck...” he grunts with his own features twisted in pleasure as he strokes himself to completion. he almost collapses atop you, both heaving as you work to even your breathing.

after a moment, pink moves from his side, pressing a fleeting kiss to your forehead as he stands to grab a towel from the bathroom. returning a moment later to gently wash you clean of his cum, your juices and sweat before tossing you a t-shirt of his to wear.

he dresses in a pair of sweatpants before digging through his bedside drawer, finding exactly what he was looking for as he passes you a blunt and the lighter. you quickly get it lit, taking a long drag before passing it over to him. you blow the smoke up and into the air as you settle back against his pillows.

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