#whitney x you

[darkkalendas]

SCENE III: perdition

warnings: blowjob, semi-public, use of words as slut, doll, femreader, fingering, leash and collars, pet names. originally published by me on ao3.

summary: now that you're whitney's girl, you must be ready for any type of game he has ready for you.

“Aren’t you gonna obey me, pretty?” his tone is low, and he throws the cigarette away, still with the smoke on his mouth. He gets closer, releasing it slowly against your face, the scent you’re starting to associate to love. He looks so handsome like this, with the leash on his hands and one of his brows raised in expectation. His shirt is still unbuttoned from the math class’ make out and his blonde hair falls without order on his face. He’s demanding an answer. The first times, you would have fight back, but now.

Now it’s another game.

"Or what?" you ask. Your breath collides with Whitney's lips, as he licks them, with a grin appearing behind his tongue. His grip on your hair isn't strong, but yet it has your head inmovilized. Your lips are curved on a superiority smile that Whitney doubts between taking away with a kiss or a spank on your ass.

"Asking for the consequences of disobeying your owner?" he moves your bangs, revealing the "Property of Whitney" tattoo on your forehead. God, it never failed to make him hard. His calligraphy on your body, marking his territory forever. Damn, a collar and a leash isn't enough. He needs to fuck you in every public space he finds. Show every single asshole of this city to whom the pretty girl belongs to. Still, he keeps the grip on your hair, loosening it, letting your kneeled body get closer to his sat one. Your lips are so close, tempting him so well, so plump and pink, so glossy, so kissable. You're the strongest drug Whitney has ever tried, and the first one he's begging to get addicted to.

"First, disobeying me would mean..." his eyes scan the park, the fountain, the bathrooms, the thread of benches in front of him. "That I would throw your little body to that exact bench and fuck you senseless."

"Is that supposed to be a punishment, sir?" he doesn't know if it is the tone, the burling smile or your hands sneaking near his bulge, but those damn words make his hand take you softly by the neck, pulling your face so close to his that your lips collide when he talks.

"Listen, slut." his tone is husky and low. The way his thumb caress your scalp sends shivers down your spine, making you purr in pleasure under his lovely gaze. “I’ll make your legs tremeble and edge you once and once again until you’re anything but whimpers and pleads for me to make you cum, alright?” You can distinguish the playfulness, the joy, the love, the things he’s never repressing around you now that his feelings turned out to be reciprocal. Your shirt is wet from the soft rain, and his hair lets little drops fall on your skin. Goddess, he’s so full of lust for you, so needy, so fucking horny every single hour of the day.

You made something on him. He never goes to class, never, why the fuck does he now enjoy math class? To put his cheek on his palm and see how cute you get when your answer is correct? To make out secretly while the teacher is not looking? To grip your legs under the table and end making you ride him on the bathroom? There’s something changing him and, for the first time, he likes it.

He likes the kind of person you’re turning him into. Slowly, with your nails gripped to his heart, crawling towards a place that has been waiting for you. He cares for you, so deeply that he doesn’t mind to hurt or pass above anyone to keep you safe. He demonstrated it, already, kicking that asshole’s ass at the orphanage and helping Robin and the other orphans without even asking for it. You discovered that, under all that façade, there was just a broken child that wanted, for once, someone’s attention. That’s why he had that shitty attitude. He just wanted someone to look at him.

And, out of everyone, you did.

“Bold of you to assume you’ll be able to stop when you’re inside me.” you whisper, as your fingers press his bulge stronger.

“You think I have the same autocontrol than a doll like you?” he asks, jokingly offended, and a moan scapes his mouth when you open his fly, fingers quickly inside to touch him above the underwear.

“No.” you say, hands now accomodating his pants while your face gets closer to his crotch. “You have even less.”

With that being said, you slide your tongue on his underwear, following his cock’s shape from outside. It's so lewd, so fucking naughty to see you kneeled, leaving threads of spit on his black boxers, looking at him from the ground directly in the eyes, that he feels like he has a godess between his legs. His moans sound heavenly for you and his fingers caress your hair as you keep spreading saliva on his underwear. He doesn’t want to fail his own believing about autocontrol, but damn, you’re making it hard for him. Right now, he just wants to take his underwear off and thrust in your mouth until he releases down your throat. Just the thought makes his cock twich cutely under your mouth. “Suck it, please.” he asks, playing with some locks, with that lusty, half-closed eyes look you love to see on him. “Be a good girl for me, hm?” Your cheeks blush at the pet name he uses. “Come on, don’t be timid.” He takes his pants down and his boxer, letting his cock free under your hungry gaze. “Get closer and do what you’re best at, slut.” With a movement of his hips and a tug on your leash, he rubs his tip on your lips, spit serving as lub. You timidly lick his tip, slowly taking more of his head on your mouth until he takes both your cheeks, thrusting inside your mouth with a long moan escaping his mouth. Looking down again, he looks at your eyes, teary because of the intrusion, and he soflty slides his thumbs to dry them, lovingly making circles on your cheeks when he’s done. You bob your head slow, adapting your mouth and your throat to him, and he tries to keep his hips quiet. Of course he does, trying not to fuck your mouth and destroy you. He tries just for you, but it doesn’t seem enough when his hips start a slow up-motion against you. The piercing on his belly button shines with every thrust he gives up, hands still on your cheeks to keep your head in position for him to fuck.

“Fuck, my girl has to be the best giving head in all fucking town.” he whispers as you try to follow his pace with your mouth, tongue sliding around his tip and hands massaging his balls to stimulate him. He moans again, one of his hands fastly travelling to his hair, messing it before going back to your face, your pretty and cute face he feels so nice ruining. Your breasts move along your body, free because of your open shirt, and he’s able to see a timid hand running down your skirt to get in between your legs. He would pay to be the fingers fucking you now, but, godess, your mouth feels too good for him to move. He’ll take care of your dripping cunt later, but he’s the one giving you pleasure, not yourself. “Put your hands on my thighs and don’t move them from there.” he demands, serious, while your throat gags trying to keep him in. Obeying, you grip his pants and start again with the bobbing, spit falling from your mouth and ensalivating all his shaft, making it even more and more enjoyable for him.

He never gets tired of you. He could just take you home with him and make sure you won’t leave the bed for a week straight. He has so many fantasies he would like to make true with you. In the shower, the kitchen and the mall. The rooftop of the alleways and Bailey’s office. Oh, god, he has such a fantasy to fuck you on that asshole’s room, to make you his on every single corner to make you forget what he did and replace all the bad things with pleasurable memories.

His mind goes back to you when you slide your fingertips on his base, caressing up and down, follwing your mouth to give some love to all the parts you can’t reach. “Damn, baby.” he whispers again. His gaze, totally soft and focused only on you, follows his fingers, caressing your hair. As he keeps looking at you, his moans get faster, hoarser, more intense. His hips move on their own and you try your best to keep the gag reflex out of the way, feeling him near to his release down your throat. With a last hard thrust and the hottest moan you’ve ever heard, his cum slides down your throat, the image of you swallowing it being a reson to get him hard again. He leaves your mouth, still twiching with pleasure as he makes you stand up, a violent kiss against your lips, tongue invading your mouth and hands rubbing and touching and exploring every single inch of you. He parts, heavy breath getting mixed with yours as his forehead rests on yours, a side smile appearing on both your mouths. He sighs, hand slipping into your skirt, touching your uncovered and already wet folds.

“You’re gonna be my perdition.”

#whitney x reader #whitney x you #whitney x y/n #dol fanfic #degrees of lewdity fanfic #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #whitney dol #degrees of lewdity x reader

[echofades]

I left because all I wanted was to be with you & I had no idea what to do about it. SHIRA & HANNAH | HARLAN COBEN'S SHELTER

#shelter #shelteredit #harlan coben's shelter #wlwgif #wlwsource #tvedit #cinematv #shira x hannah #constance zimmer #missi pyle #photoset #JUST GAL PAL STUFF #I knew there were gay vibes in that tension when they first saw each other #but then with the reveal that they shared a boyfriend I thought I was being jackieshauna'd #but NO! #they ARE gay! #and ema and whitney are also super gay for each other so I'm very much enjoying this show #but there's not much in the tag so if you were unaware that constance zimmer is currently making out with a woman #it airs weekly so hope on over to prime and catch up x

[ashersanity]

— “Drunk already? I wouldn’t have pinned you for a light weight.”

-> content warning! alcohol intoxication, top m alpha! reader x bratty omega in heat, stupid cockwhore bitch craves for cock but doesn’t get it.

Turning someone into your little cockwhore bitch, there’s nothing sweeter than that — than the otherwise self-assured look in their eyes turned to one that’s dazed and pleading.

Fuck, if it weren’t for the numerous drinks simmering in his system, drumming along his veins that had his head swim, he wouldn’t be in this position. No, damn it. He wouldn’t be here, visible flush streaked across his cheeks with the obvious, heady scent of arousal lingering in the air. His interested, omegan cock stirring between his spread legs, knees clumsily knocking against yours beneath the wooden counter. Nor would he be the one to lean just a bit, in your direction, intently fixated on your parting lips with every swallow you take, each and every bob of your throat that curves along nicely down, alcohol pleasantly burning. It was a mistake in itself, to think he’d out drink you, looking perfectly fine in comparison to him who supported his chin atop his palm, gently swaying back and forth.

Shit, he hated you. He hated you so damn much that he’d catch himself staring at your glistening mouth each and every time, bubbling frustration slowly shifting into one of needy arousal, a need for your cock in his throat, ass, wherever he could touch it, smell it even. Maybe if you were so generous, you’d let him have a go at it, pathetically slide himself onto his knees so he could paw at your bulge, suck on the rough fabric of your jeans where your fat, knotted cock comfortably sat underneath. Bastard didn’t deserve to get a proper taste anyway. Only a curl of your finger shoved up his pulsing, dripping hole would have him cumming all over himself like a whore regardless, desperately bucking his hips into your touch to reach your split knuckles. Hell, he’d even be fine with you towering over him, grip tightening onto his face with your fingers greedily digging into the soft of his flesh, harshly spitting into his awaiting mouth, pink tongue peeking out. However, you do none of that. Instead, you lean into his space, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear, heated breaths quickened, audible over the bustling pub and noisy patrons surrounding you.

— “I could ruin you if I wanted to. Fuck you, right here, right now. Have everyone see, what a needy little cum slut you are for my cock.”

Exhaling shakily, his eyes flutter shut at the drum of your voice, letting the words sink in, slicked, wet hole miserably tightening around nothing. Dammit, he wants you, wants you so fucking bad to mess him up, to have him bent over the flat surface as you fuck your cum into him, reddened ass on display for all the hungry, perverted alphas to leer upon.

— “But I won’t. I’ll just let you rut into your pillow like the nasty, fucking whore that you are.”

..You fucking tease.

whitney, remy, avery, ryomen sukuna, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, scaramouche, kaveh, kaeya alberich, satan (whb), reo mikage, micheal kaiser, sae itoshi, more?

#imagine enthusiastically learning that motherfucker you follow finally posted #and it’s just this #yeah I’d be disappointed too #what kind of freak would be into the cliche alpha/omega concept ahaha.. #listen. I was just thinking of whitney all the meanwhile — alright? #top male reader #dom male reader #bottom male character #dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #remy the farmer #avery the businessman #jjk #jjk x reader #sukuna #geto suguru #toji fushiguro #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche #kaveh #kaeya alberich #satan whb #whb #blue lock #reo mikage #micheal kaiser #sae itoshi #asher writes

[fangirlintheattic]

EMA & WHITNEY & RACHEL | Harlan Coben's Shelter ↳ s01e08 (Found)

#a LOVE TRIANGLE??? #harlan coben's shelter #ema x whitney #ema x rachel #s2 I believe in you #abby corrigan #alexa mareka #ema winslow #amazon prime video #wlw gifs #wlwsource #wlwedit #sage linder #rachel caldwell

[hakusins]

cw // cursing, foul language, ooc?

doing whatever it takes to survive ~

whitney x eri (my pc) for @digenerate-trash's apocalypse/forgotten AU. thank you for making such a fun AU idea !!! so the story is that eri is pregnant with kids and originally was from robin's faction, though there had been incidents that occurred to some other pregnant members of robin's faction and she decided it's not safe there anymore and needed to move to whitney's faction.

small note: i made the first two panels when the AU was still just a suggestion HBJERFBHJERF so there's a lot of inconsistencies, such as them being outside when thats supposed to be dangerous 🥹! just pretend they're in a room safe and away from windows.

#LORD I CANT WITH THE DIALOGUE #I WAS SO EMBATRRASED PLS #I HAD TO ASK A MOOT TO PLS PROOFREAD LIKE do you think whitney would say this shit #BHJERFHEBJRFHJERF #bUT YEAH #i wanted to try making more plot-related stuff hehehe... #and also i missed making comics 🥺🥺🥺 #also imm so sorry for my handwriting HBRBHEFJHBERF #i was just SO EXCITED TO GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD #so basically eri is pregnant with !!! kids !! #eri the orphan #dol pc #dol #dol related #degrees of lewdity #forgotten au / apocalypse au #digenerate-trash #fan art #art #mine #my fan art #my art #whitney the bully #whitney x pc #dol whitney #comic

[whatthefishh]

So... I've been having some thots about this Miguel fanart I'd like to share...

You straddle his waist, the sudden weight of you in his lap making him jolt awake. His hands fall to your hips as he sits up, the book across his face falling to the floor. He's on surprised, but relaxes once his eyes meet yours in the dim light, his fingers twisting in the loose fabric of your t-shirt as he pulls you closer. You lean in, smiling softly as you wrap your arms around his neck.

His mouth meets yours, tongue swiping against the seam of your lips. You part them, humming as he licks inside, his kiss hungry. He rolls his hips, grinding his half-hard cock against you, pulling you so close your chest is pressed against his. He swallows your moans as he grinds up against your cunt, the friction sending little jolts of pleasure through your body.

When he drags his mouth down your neck, your fingers find their way into his hair, weaving themselves through the soft, dark strands. You whine when he nips at your neck, the sharp sting of his fangs making you shiver. He guides your hips as he continues to grind against you, softly whispering his praises into your skin.

When you come, your fingers clench in his hair, your hips stuttering against his. Your fingernails bite into his scalp and he groans, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He holds you as you come down, pressing kisses into your skin as the last traces of your orgasm fade away.

He's still hard beneath you, and when you tell him to fuck you, he wastes no time--taking out his cock, pulling your soaked panties to the side, and thrusting up into your wet heat. His groan is a little strangled as you clench around him, your tight cunt doing it's best to adjust to the sudden intrusion. You moan as the fucks up into you, his cock so deep like this you feel it in your belly. When he comes, it's with a growl, his mouth latching onto the side of your neck as he spills himself inside you.

(I wrote this on my phone at work so apologies if this is terrible and/or littered with spelling/grammatical errors lol)

Would be interested to know your thots on this fanart too btw...if you'd also like to share 🤭👀

Girl. Girl!! Killing me here!!

My thots are this:

A) I usually don’t care for abs but that man’s torso looks so fucking comfortable nobody can convince me otherwise. I want to sit.

B) the book on his face is giving I’m smarter than I ought to be with this body and this face and this ass and frankly it’s pissing me off??

C) lemme just—

Watching his spend leak out of your cunt like that only had him hardening again within minutes. Your body lay against his chest with a sheen of sweat, despite him doing most of the work from the bottom. Miguel hummed while swiping at the corners of your still stretched out hole, the white liquid coming off on his thumb before he stuck it in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

Wrapping your lips lazily around his finger, you look up at him lovesick, lids low and mouth pliant. You were so sated, Miguel could swear you were purring against him. In fact, when you shifted the slightest to tuck yourself against him again, his girth also shifted inside your warmth, pressing up against something that caused you to moan.

So you weren’t completely done for the night…

Grabbing your hips to adjust you the slightest bit again, Miguel groans obscenely, yours and his combined slick making your core so hot and easy for him, he could bet you could take him anywhere tonight. He wonders if you’d let him.

Eyes locking on the dark spot on your neck from where he had marked you earlier, Miguel feels inclined to spread them, to litter marks everywhere from the delicate skin between your collar bones to the softness of your inner thighs. His mind immediately jumps to images of you on your back with his hand holding you down, barely there bruises forming all over your pretty breasts. Maybe another time when he’s got you on his bed, not on the floor where he had fallen asleep before you found him and had your way with him.

Picking the book back up, he shoves it in your hands and tells you to read to him, finish what you interrupted and even though technically he’s wrong, he was fast asleep before you even laid eyes on his tempting body, you comply with shaky hands and an even shakier voice. Your eyes are blinking rapidly, trying to focus on the words coming out of your mouth but it’s kind of hard when Miguel’s hands are gripping your hips so tight and he feels so sweet inside of you it tastes bitter.

You barely get through the paragraph before he starts shallowly thrusting up into you, waiting to see how long it takes before you give up trying to think with how heavy his cock feels inside your dripping core, your walls fluttering as you approach orgasm. As you come, the book falls from your hands to the floor, forgotten in the moment as he chases his own relief again and spills into you, again, pushing it back in, again and again and again.

It will never be enough for him, he’ll never have his fill of leaving you full of him.

Sorry does this even make sense it’s just a horny mess 😂😭🥲🫣 👁️🫦👁️

#inbox 💌 #Whitney tag #stay awake with me #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader

[yandere-daydreams]

“Bitch.”

She was already scowling, but her frown deepened into a wicked sneer as she flexed her injured hand – the imprint of your teeth visible and pronounced against the meat of her palm. You hadn’t meant to bite her, but that didn’t matter, not to her, not when it came to you. She didn’t need an excuse to hurt you, just an opportunity, and you’d been stupid enough to give her one.

Her eyes flickered towards you, towards your crumpled body where she’d knocked you to the floor. The janitor’s closet she’d shove you into was dark, letting the harsh, phosphorescent lights of the school’s hallways silhouette Whitney; turn her into some great, looming monster with bleach-damaged hair and a mutilated mini-skirt. You could just barely make out the grin, wry and careless, that spread across her lips as she crouched, cupping your chin, pressing her thumb into your jaw with too much force for the gesture not to be deliberately malicious. “Now, that’s how I like to see my slut. On your knees, staring at me all doe-eyed and shit.” She paused, taking a moment to dig her nail into your cheek and savor how easy it was to make you wince. “You’re lucky I’m such a busy woman. If I had a few minutes, I’d give these losers a show and fuck you on the floor, make sure you get what you’ve been damn-near begging for all day.”

“Please, I—” You didn’t have time for her bullshit. If you missed a class, your grades would drop. If your grades dropped, Winter would notice. If Winter noticed, he’d question whether or not you were “dedicated enough” to deserve your part-time job at the museum, and if you got fired, you wouldn’t be pay Bailey at the end of the week and if you weren’t able to pay Bailey—

“I have to get to class,” You spat, if only to get yourself out of your own head. “Whitney, I don’t have time to—”

“God, you’re such a fucking nerd.” Her tone was demeaning, teasing, but her grin didn’t falter. “See, that’s the problem. You’ve been brushing me off every time I try to get a little quality time in, and I’m starting to get lonely. Is it a crime to miss my favorite slut?”

“I’ve got time after school, a-and I’ll eat lunch with you tomorrow.” Begging, now that reasoning with her had failed, pleading. Not that falling back on the blank, hope-eating void where her heart should’ve been had ever led to anything but disappointment and suffering, for you. “I can’t afford to do this, Whitney. I— I’ll fail a test, and get fired, and get evicted—

“I know.” It was almost a mercy that she didn’t even pretend to care. At least she knew what she was doing. At least she couldn't say she didn’t know how badly she was going to hurt you. “Maybe, when you’ve given up on that stupid fucking job and gotten your ass kicked out of that shitty orphanage, you’ll remember who really takes care of you.”

She leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss into your forehead. You tried to melt into it, to salvage what scraps of kindness she was willing to offer, but even your desperation was misplaced – betrayed with an airy chuckle as she dropped lower, nipping at the corner of your jaw before running her tongue across your cheek and shoving you backward, leaving you on the floor as she stood.

The last thing you saw was Whitney, a twisted smile painted across her lips and a glint of something cruel in her eyes, before the door slammed shut, a lock clicked into place, and you were left in hopeless and impenetrable darkness.

#woman loving wednesday #on thursday #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #degrees of lewdity #yandere degrees of lewdity #yandere dol #dol imagines #dol x reader #dol whitney #whitney x reader #yandere whitney #yanderecore #yancore

[pretendfan]

[Cruel to be Kind]

Mickey Altieri x F!Reader

💜7k💜

[A/N:This has been stuck in my head for a while now, I’ve been working on it forever. I’m not even sure if it makes sense or even sounds like Mickey, (I may or may not have added too many movie/tv references) but it’s finally here and I kinda like it so let me know what you think!]

“How much did you really know about Mickey Altieri? Sure he was your boyfriend of course but it wasn’t until a week ago, that a misdemeanour in the sack causes an argument, and for him to realise that he had to fix this mistake quickly but the question was how?”

Warnings:18+ ONLY swearing and some smut, Mickey is a naughty boy in the sack, mentions of light choking, Mickey’s serial killer tendencies are showing, dubious ending, some smut,p in the v, straight to getting laid, Mickey’s true colours, movie quotes a go-go, kinda cheesy it is a grand gesture after all...this is oh-so loosely inspired by the first script for SCREAM 2 that was leaked where Mickey was in the role of Derek and that scene in the cafeteria which I fucking love was him serenading Hallie originally but now it’s you…

The very last thing that you wanted to do right now was head into the campus cafeteria for food, grabbing something from a vending machine instead seemed like a way better idea, and it definitely wasn’t because you were avoiding your boyfriend though no fucking way.

Your life had pretty much changed the moment you were introduced to Mickey Altieri, the guy who spoke in film quotes and spent a huge amount of time, carrying a hand held video camera around usually obscuring his face as he filmed life around him.

You knew Mickey was a huge flirt hell you were even warned about it many times, but within minutes you had found yourself caught up in his smile and those confident brown eyes, the ones that had pinned you in place when met across a busy room that night at some random party on campus.

Now fast forward six months later and a little space was definitely needed, seeing what had happened over a week ago when you had been together in his bed, with Mickey placing a large hand around your neck whilst you rode him which had shocked you a little to say the least.

It had actually caused a huge argument with you fighting off tears, whilst Mickey had told you that sometimes he just had to be “Cruel to be kind” as if that actually warranted his behaviour.

…leaving you needing some space despite all of the weak apologies, that had fallen rapidly from your boyfriends soft lips.

A few thoughts had clicked into place after that incident, you mostly realising how intense Mickey was in real life almost like you were seeing a new side to him, it had both opened your eyes and kind of turned you on in equal measures.

…but that was the very least of your worries right now.

Because the last thing that you wanted was to break up with Mickey, but he had now stopped apologising to you even though you were in turn avoiding him, yet you didn’t want to be the first one to bring it up.

…seeing that you knew exactly how much the guy loathed rom coms despite being a goofy sweetheart usually.

“Are you really sure this idea will actually work? Surely someone will stop you-“

“Lighten up Derek it’s happening ok, but just know that you are my shitty accomplice in all this.” Mickey cuts off his roommate with a wide smile, and a hint of sarcasm playing on the tip of his tongue, whilst he scanned the cafeteria for your face.

“You must’ve done something real bad to have to go this low to win back y/n.” Derek retorts with a deep chuckle.

“It’s either I make a grand gesture or this right here becomes my evil origin story.” Mickey declares with a shrug, knowing full well which one he would rather go for, but right now wasn’t the time.

“You are so weird, Altieri.” Derek states whilst shaking his head with a small smile attached.

“Well I blame the movies, Feldman.” Mickey shoots back with a knowing grin on his face, because things were going exactly to plan it was all too perfect.

It had been breaking news even to Mickey that he would actually meet someone he could care about, here at Windsor college of all places where he had other things to be focused on, but you had been such a distraction it actually made the experience of being here all the more worth while.

It wasn’t as if he had tried to voice these thoughts to you, but then Mickey had gotten a bit too rough in bed yet he had definitely seen the gleam in your eye, when he had tightened his grip only for you to move off him very quickly.

…only because some idiot had knocked on the dorm room door and run away, totally killing the moment between you two.

Mickey knew that he owed you big he wanted you to know how much he cared, how far he had come with you by his side if it hadn’t been for your being Sidney’s roommate, he would never have gotten closer to her absolutely fascinated by the brunette’s past life.

…he really did still want to interview her some day with his video camera, and list of questions about her ex Billy and his idiotic friend Stu because they had been such amateurs.

But for now he just needed this idea to work like a scene straight from a nauseous romance movie, Mickey would win you over with his goofy charms and still have you by his side, that was what he wanted at the end of all this for you to be with him in the long run.

…he had many reasons to be sitting here right now in this cafeteria, and all of them came back to you despite working better alone it turned out he had a heart after all.

The thought did naturally scare him because Mickey was known for being a slut around these parts, he usually hooked up fast and often but after meeting you that had come to a sudden halt, actually respecting you enough which made him feel like a whole new guy.

…but there were parts of him that not even you knew were there, but you would do pretty soon if all this worked out like the way he hoped.

Having quickly walked past Hallie McDaniels who was waiting for you outside the cafeteria, you were almost out of the building scot free until your roommate Sidney catches you with a swift tug on your arm to stop you, grudgingly spinning around on your heels to meet your fate.

Alongside Mickey you had also tried to avoid your friends, but that clearly hadn’t worked because Sidney Prescott was looking at you with excitement on her face, which was a good look on her after all that had happened back in her hometown.

…both the massacre of Woodsboro students and then the aftermath, a town in mourning and the bitch Gale Weathers blowing a shitstorm through it all.

Which was maybe happening again would you believe a serial killer on campus, it sounded like a bad horror movie but this was Sidney’s real life, being reduced to two bodyguards following her everywhere and putting all the other student bodies on edge.

…three students dead already the second year of college was starting to scare the hell out of you.

Yet regardless of this you now saw the smile on Sid’s face, showing how brave she was which you couldn’t even begin to imagine seeing how you were avoiding Mickey, and he wasn’t even a killer just a dude who had gotten a bit too adventurous in bed.

“Aren’t you supposed to be meeting Hallie for lunch?” Sidney asks in a teasing voice dropping her hand from your arm whilst you fantasise about leaving this moment very quickly.

“I can’t I have a class soon-“

“Yeah in like two hours y/n so what’s the rush?” Sidney asks with a questioning look that you didn’t even have an answer to retort back with.

“No rush I-“

“Need to eat lunch! I’m sure Mickey is in there as well you guys haven’t been together much for the past couple of days.” Sidney informs you like you didn’t already know what was happening, an itch to suddenly tell all to the brunette next to you is hard to resist.

“Yeah we had an argument.” You begin in a low voice, but when you notice that Sidney doesn’t look very surprised you add “But I guess everyone knows about that it’s just I’ve been super busy.”

“Either way mickey will find you, so you might as well go and face the music in the cafeteria.” Sidney explains with a misplaced laugh, kind of like you were out of the loop on some inside joke.

“Er, sure fine I have time to grab a quick bite I guess.” You nod despite the rest of your body which was in flight mode, making you want to run away like the victim that you were.

“Perfect, so let’s go!” Sidney cheers grabbing hold of your arm again, as you both head back towards the cafeteria, ignoring the curious glances from the guards leaning against a wall.

“Sid? You do remember that the food here is trash-“

“Oh is it?” Sidney replies only half listening as she pushes open the large dark brown wooden doors, pulling you into the very last place you wanted to be right now.

…with the mall cops hurriedly following behind you both wearing pained looks, which somehow matched your face perfectly.

Noticing the looks from other students whilst being with Sidney, you see that she hasn’t even batted an eyelid, walking confidently towards the line for food tugging at your arm to hurry up.

Your eyes betray you by glancing over towards one of the tables the group sat at often, so of course you spot the back of Mickey’s head as he leans across the table, talking to a bemused looking Derek almost without a care in the world unlike you.

…his dark brown spiky hair sticking out in a million directions, whilst his hands moved around to his animated voice, because the guy was always talking he rarely paused for breath.

This thought makes you think of Sidney and how overdramatic you sounded right now, she had actually been through some shit whilst you had just discovered that your college boyfriend had a kink, which tracked because you had heard a lot of stories about Mickey in bed.

The guy had his own collection of rumours that had made their way to you, on the same day as meeting him you had become even more invested after learning that he liked to use his tongue a lot, which again tracked because you had first hand experience of this.

…both in and out of his bed because the guy would never stop talking sometimes, and the only way to distract him, was with a quick kiss seeing how that always worked in your favour.

“Hello ladies!” Announces a voice that makes you finally look away from staring at Mickey, to come face to face with Randy Meeks a friend within your group, with an embarrassingly obvious crush on Sid that was oh-so-clearly unrequited.

“What do you want?” You ask Randy grumpily unaware that, right now Mickey’s brown eyes were staring directly into your back, as all three of you had joined the line for food.

“Just haven’t seen you around for a bit, how are things with you and the mouse?” Randy questions with a cheesy laugh, whilst staring at Sid who looks down at her feet instead of helping you out.

“Me and Mickey are fine just ignore the rumours-“

“So you still haven’t dumped his stupid ass yet then?” Questions Randy sounding almost in pain as he reaches his point by adding “Man, that guy is so lucky you know that you could do so much better than him!”

“I think that you could do better than this Randy, maybe go and watch some more movies-“

“Is that a date then?” Randy asks you with a wiggle of his eyebrows as he steps back, into the busy crowd surrounding the cafeteria only to disappear seconds later from view.

“In your dreams.” You mutter to yourself making Sidney giggle as she hands you a tray, but you just grab some bags of chips instead ignoring the look on your friends face.

“Are there really rumours about you and Mickey?” Sidney asks making you look away from the staff behind the counter, to see her dark eyes watching you very carefully.

“Probably, but all I know is that we are fine I think, don’t want to overthink things it’s just a college romance-“

“I could easily see me and Derek staying together!” Sidney cuts you off in a dreamy but quiet voice like she hadn’t realise she had just shared that nugget of information.

“I just want to make it through lunch-“

“Let’s go and sit down with everyone else then!” Sidney cuts you off for the hundredth time, but you let it slide because you had other things on your mind currently.

Thoughts like what if Mickey had told the other guys about what had happened, sure college was a time to be adventurous but you didn’t want to get a name, even though you did get asked a lot as to why you were dating the “freaky Tarantino obsessed” guy from film class.

…mostly by Randy who always seemed surprised, that the pair of you were even together still.

But you were the only one who knew Mickey deep down, like how thoughtful he was and not to mention goofy by quoting whole chunks of scenes from movies, even attempting to act out the parts and then critique his own work the guy was a dork to be sure.

You had also often wondered about past girlfriends, the ones who helped fuel some of the rumours around campus that he was a cheap ride, but you knew since meeting him that he was true to you but you weren’t sure how much that statement rung true anymore.

“Are you coming or are you just gonna stand there all day?” Sid asks with a giggle as you pay for your food, then quickly decide to follow her and see what happens, likening yourself to a Dr Pepper commercial.

…what was the worse that could happen?

Not looking where you were going you soon walk straight into the back of Sidney, quickly glancing over her shoulder to see Randy had stopped your roommate in her tracks, because he could never be too far from Sid sure they were friends from before but the guy was obsessed.

“Now what-“

“Did I ever tell you guys about the time when I made mouse boy look like an idiot?” Randy cuts you off with a ridiculous question, that makes Sidney laugh at the face you were currently pulling.

“Mickey would kick your ass if he ever heard you saying that.” Sidney announces with a firm nod, knowing how these two worked when stuck together for too long.

…Randy and Mickey were well- known for always fighting like, well cat and mouse.

“He hates that affectionate nickname you’ve given him by the way.” You reply with a wry laugh.

“Mere foreplay.” Randy retorts with a shrug of his right shoulder.

“Can we get past now-“

“Sshh!” Randy cuts you off once again which makes you glare at him, but he was too busy looking back at the table, where your boyfriend was currently sitting to respond to you which was super rude.

…what was people’s problem today, because sure you had woken up in a mood but this wasn’t helping one bit.

“Are you ready then?” Derek asks looking away from Randy who was talking to his girlfriend Sidney, still with those two idiot looking guards on her tail, which was for her safety of course but he could’ve looked after her a lot better.

“Too late to back out now!” Mickey responds with a smile, because he really was doing this the set up was ready with everyone in their place, plus the euphoric rush he was suddenly feeling reminded him of another time in his life.

…one which makes a smile widen across his face from the graphic memory alone.

“Tone down the smile dude you’re looking a little crazy.” Derek states rewarding Mickey with a look, whilst his roommate shrugs his shoulders unable to stop smiling.

“Hey, this smile gets the ladies!” Mickey declares matter-of-factly, whilst his eyes watch Derek who didn’t look quite convinced.

“Oh sure!” Derek laughs deeply picking at the rest of his fries, but nudging his roommate hard when he notices that you and Sid were finally approaching the table.

…it was game time!

“Babe!” Mickey cheers getting up from his plastic chair to pull one closer for you, noticing the blank look on your face which annoys him briefly, but he continues to focus on the task at hand instead.

“Hey Mickey.” You state with a small smile attempting to make an effort, noticing that both Sidney and Derek, were watching you very closely which wasn’t weird at all.

“And where have you been y/n?” Announces Hallie entering the scene stage right, whilst dropping her plastic tray heavily onto the table, with a look of pure annoyance fracturing her pretty features.

“I’ve been busy-“

“Well did you just forget that you were supposed to be meeting me?” Hallie questions cutting you off whilst still sounding very annoyed, which was all on her really because you hadn’t actually accepted the invite.

“Yeah, but we are all here now!” Sing songs Sidney with a smile aimed at her boyfriend whose blue eyes sparkle back, it was enough to make you skip lunch altogether thanks to a hint of green eyed jealousy.

Sure you liked romance movies which was obviously a criminal offence in Mickey’s eyes, yet he did let you watch the odd one but only if you placed your hand over his mouth, because otherwise he would be ripping into the whole story from start to finish.

“Including the bodyguards looking completely out of place over there.” Hallie states pointing to the two men in dark suits, staring over at our table like something was suddenly about to happen.

“Any of them take your fancy?” You ask Hallie with a smirk, because she was always talking about being the third wheel of the group, even though Randy was clearly single but deeply preoccupied.

“Old white dudes, er no thanks!” Hallie brushes off your comment with a shake of her head, holding up her can of Pepsi to signal that the conversation was now over.

“So, how are you doing Sid?” Derek asks your roommate who rewards him with a quick kiss, which makes you glance at Mickey but he was currently staring into space.

…why did this all feel so fucking awkward?

Not to mention the fact that Derek kept looking from you then back to Mickey, watching you both as if something was about to happen which wasn’t helping your mood at all.

Mickey gives his roommate a dark look when he spots him staring at you, this wasn’t part of the plan he needed to move things along and have this all work out, knowing full well that you hated lots of attention but he wanted you to know how far he would truly go.

…not that you knew how insanely obsessed Mickey could get with things, but all he cared about right now was getting you back on his side, because you were somehow a duo stuck together through thick and thin.

Sure Mickey liked to act solo usually but ever since meeting you, he felt lost by himself so he wanted to show you his whole world, but first he needed to make things right before the real truth came out.

“The sorority house is hosting another party this weekend-“

“Please tell me you are not talking about the fucking Delta’s again!?” Mickey cuts off Hallie who had been talking to Sidney, all about the pretentious sorority sisters that she seemed to gossip about all damn day.

“Excuse me-“

“There are far better things in life than being a Delta!” You cut Hallie off for once as she narrows her eyes at you instead of replying.

“Aren’t you interested in ever joining Delta then?” Begins Mickey nudging one of your elbows with his as he then declares “I would like to see you in one of those little skirts.”

“Not a chance!” You retort with a wry smile that makes Mickey laugh loudly at your admission.

“I think that you would look cute in a pink two piece.” Hallie announces with a fake smile aimed at you, because she knew you hated the colour pink it was a whole thing.

“If you mean a two piece bikini then I definitely agree!” Mickey retorts with an over enthusiastic laugh, which causes you to shake your head firmly in the negative.

There was no chance in hell of you ever wearing a bikini, or joining Delta for that matter but they were far more interested in Sid than either you or Hallie anyway, which suited you fine but the latter was still pretty beat up by the fact.

You turn to look at Mickey to see he is talking to Derek again who is pointing over at something, or someone near the entrance to the cafeteria not that you cared, but you knew it was now time to try and talk to your boyfriend just maybe not here with everyone else.

“Are you ok?” Sidney asks Derek when you also notice at the same time, the suddenly guilty look appearing on his boyish face, whilst he tried to act nonchalant which wasn’t working.

“Dammit.” You swear you hear Mickey say under his breath, but then he quickly recovers by saying to your roommate in a louder voice “I sure am Sidney thanks for asking!”

Then with a well- worn goofy smile on his face Mickey suddenly stands up from his plastic chair, pushing up the sleeves on his dark purple shirt as his brown eyes finally meet yours, at the same time that you hear music begin to play noticing Randy across the cafeteria holding up a big red boom box high in the air.

…shaking his head like he couldn’t believe this was happening right now, because in fact neither could you.

Glancing back at Mickey you see him bouncing slowly from left to right, his hips swaying in time with his open hands as he winks at you, making your eyes widen as you suddenly recognise the music playing…

“If I should stay. I would only be in your way. So I'll go. And yet, I know, I'll think of you each step of the way...” Mickey starts singing incredibly off-key with you watching him in horror, placing a hand over your mouth, as he proceeds to leap back onto his seat then hops up directly up onto your table.

Derek moves the tray’s occupying the table space as Mickey continues to sway to the music, hand now on hip as he turns round to face you whilst you look up feeling helpless.

“Please stop.” You mouth the words quickly to Mickey but he just shakes his head, then carries on straight into the chorus holding both his hands high above his head.

"And iiiiiiiiyyyiii, will always love you oooooowuoooo, will always love you!” Mickey carries on singing even getting a high note or two, before he pulls a face from hearing his own voice echoing loudly around the large room.

Clearly all of this was garnering the attention of everyone in the cafeteria, some pulling the same face as you whilst others were clapping along, because Derek was also now out of his seat as well encouraging others to wave their hands around and join in.

Mickey snatches some notes from another students hand, because they had been waving them at him shoving them into his pants pocket, causing people to start throwing chips in the air around him.

The student body were responding in kind to Mickey’s declaration, of singing a cheesy song but he was used to pulling more crazier stunts, yet if this got you back in his bed then the real fun would truly begin.

“What is even happening here?” Hallie questions in disgust unable to believe, that Mickey somehow knew a freaking Whitney Houston song.

“Someone’s being romantic!” Sidney laughs as you close your eyes embarrassed, wishing that you had never even come into the cafeteria in the first place.

“Mickey please-“

"And I hope life treats you kind, and I hope you have all you dreamed of. I wish you JOYYY." Mickey cuts you off whilst singing the next verse, deciding to jump onto another table coincidently where two of the Delta’s were currently sitting with their mouths both wide open in shock.

“You’re standing on my sandwich!?” Snaps sorority sister Murphy, brushing some of her blonde hair away from her bare shoulder in disgust.

Mickey winks down at the blonde before he turns and blows you a kiss, still singing if you could even call it that, but you knew exactly what he was doing and damn it was actually working.

Everyone is literally clapping now besides you of course as you watch Mickey leap to another table, almost missing it because he was so tall and clumsy but getting his footing right, he then decides to belt out the crescendoing chorus clearly invested in the song which makes you smile widely.

“And I will always love you!!!!” Mickey practically shouts the last line his hips swaying ridiculously, as he then jumps down to rush back over to you, the mall cops finally approaching Randy who drops the red boom box.

…holding both of his hands behind his head like he was under arrest, but they just walk away from him instead, turning round to take in the surrounding commotion in front of them.

“Go to him!” Sidney states practically pushing you from your chair, standing up in a daze as seconds later, Mickey is right in front of you at the same time the music had finally been switched off.

“Well that was a surprise.” You state over the loud clapping, noticing the wide smile on Mickey’s face as he catches his breath his brown eyes staring, as you suddenly melt all over again just like the very first time that you had ever met.

Cheering still fills your ears as you glance to see one of the guards approaching Sid, who was too caught up in watching what was unfolding, with a look on her face that suddenly told you that she was somehow a part of this.

…why hadn’t you noticed any of this until now?!

“I did it all for you.” Mickey explains with a cheeky smile on his face as he then hurriedly elaborates “I know we still need to talk but I want you to know, that I’m all in and I can’t apologise enough.”

“I’m all in-“

You stop talking when you see Sidney is trying to be escorted out of the cafeteria, but she stands her ground with Derek taking hold of her hand, both of them grinning at you and Mickey which causes a smirk to appear on your face.

“Tom Cruise did it better!” Randy exclaims as he approaches the table, whilst some of the students are still watching with wide smiles and grins on their faces.

“I clearly wasn’t doing a fucking Top Gun routine!” Retorts Mickey with a roll of his eyes as he flips Randy the bird, shaking his head at the audacity of his classmates idiotic words.

“You’re way hotter than Tom Cruise by the way..” You inform Mickey who places one of his large hands flat on his chest as he grins wickedly.

“Firstly I clearly got inspiration from the bodyguard, hence the song and secondly, duh I’m taller than Tom Cruise so it’s obvious I’m way better.” Mickey explains with a know-it-all look that you knew very well.

“So now it’s getting personal-“

Before you can finish that sentence Mickey leans down, his lips brushing against yours as you accept the kiss, ignoring the shouts and cheers from all around the cafeteria just focusing on this moment right now instead.

Curling a hand around the front of Mickey’s dark grey tee, you pull him closer to you intensifying the kiss that could easily go on forever, but he eventually is the first to step back to take a breath.

“Wow-“

“What was all this in aid of am I missing something here?” Hallie asks loudly holding a finger to her mouth, looking as if she was gagging but clearly she was just jealous.

“Derek you should take notes!” Grins Sidney having finally got the guards off her back, who were both stood at the front of the food line queue looking pretty out of place yet again.

“I bet that I could sing a lot better than Mickey!” Derek announces with a laugh, as he proceeds to sing a line from another Whitney song you notice, seeing the look on Hallie’s face as she rolls her eyes heavenwards.

“Just leave it to the professionals.” Begins Mickey with a laugh as he explains “Because in this scenario I’m definitely the true professional!”

“Don’t go changing your major just yet!” You inform Mickey, with a cheeky look on your face that you see, he very clearly appreciates.

“You would have gotten away with it to if it weren’t for your shitty singing voice!” Randy misquotes a line from a Scooby Doo cartoon, complete with inoffensive voice that makes Derek laugh at least.

“Ruh roh.” Mickey announces with a perfect impression of the aforementioned cartoon dog.

“Did you know that it wasn’t just Scooby Doo who spoke like that, in fact Astro from the Jetsons was the first-“

“As informative as this conversation isn’t, I do need to go take my girlfriend and have a few words with her.” Mickey cuts off Randy holding out a hand in front of his face, as if to prove that this conversation was now officially over.

“Yeah, words right!” Derek laughs causing Sid to shove him with her left hand against his broad shoulder.

“If you are implying that we are about to head back to my dorm room and get laid, then you would be completely correct!” Mickey states with a wink aimed at you whilst you feel your cheeks start to heat up.

“Mickey-“

“So you need to stay away from our dorm room until this time tomorrow, at least!” Mickey explains to Derek whose laughter disappears when the news sinks in

“But I need to study-“

“Not a chance.” Mickey cuts him off and with another wink complete with smug smile, the kind that drove you wild he takes your hand and the pair of you finally walk out of the cafeteria.

Rushing out of the building together hand in hand, you let out a laugh that you weren’t aware you’d been holding, causing Mickey to stop and face you quickly.

“I missed having you around, so from now on I won’t be letting you out of my sight.” Mickey states taking a step closer to you, whilst his eyes filled with that intense gleam again.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You inform your boyfriend biting your bottom lip playfully which obviously gets his attention.

“No, you are never leaving my bed but we can totally take it slow again-“

“That is the last thing I want right now.” You tell Mickey in a firm voice which makes him cut off whatever he had been about to say.

“What part?” Mickey questions placing both of his hands behind his neck, which of course shows off his muscles that were prominent and a brief distraction for you.

“Don’t go treating me like a porcelain doll, I can take a lot of things.” You announce even surprising yourself, spotting the wide eyed look from Mickey as you state “Just ask me next time, if you want to do something different in bed, because you might actually like the answer.”

“I can definitely do that!” Mickey nods whilst you notice, the look of pure adoration highlighted on his face, which causes you to grin back at your boyfriend playfully.

“I know you can so shut up talking because we need to get back to your dorm room.” You clap causing Mickey to grab one of your hands, and spin you around on the spot, just like something out of a rom com which was very cute.

“I love you.” Mickey states without a second thought in his mind, looking down at you with that confident smile you simply adored.

“I know.” You reply with a straight face aimed up at your boyfriend.

“At last you get a Star Wars reference, but I do also mean what I said.” Mickey informs you in case this conversation was becoming a little confusing.

“Me too.” You inform Mickey with a nod as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him as your face meets his chest, and you start to finally relax feeling your bad mood disappear as you hugged your boyfriend tightly.

“Get a room!” Shouts Randy appearing behind Mickey with a disgusted look on his face, interrupting the moment with his bad timing.

“Go away Randy.” Mickey states darkly whilst rewarding him with a look that spoke volumes.

“What? I helped you win your fair maiden back and what thanks do I get?” Randy questions in a stupid voice complete with idiotic face to match.

“You carried a boombox-“

“It helped you get the girl!” Exclaims Randy cutting Mickey off with a wave of his hands.

“Let’s talk about this later-“

“One last thing.” Randy begins with a laugh which makes you roll your eyes hard as he asks Mickey “Is Evil Dead 2 a sequel something you have a clear hard on for or is it a remake?”

“Oh my god, it’s clearly a remake talk to me about Army of Darkness that’s an obvious sequel!” Mickey informs Randy his voice steeped in sarcasm whilst his classmate just laughs in his face.

“You are so wrong-“

“Hey Mickey, weren’t we going to go somewhere?” You cut Randy off at the same time that you give your boyfriend a wide eyed look.

“Oh yeah!” Mickey begins with a deep chuckle as he states to Randy “I’m off to go and get laid something you wouldn’t know anything about.”

“I disagree, I know a lot about it!” Randy replies flippantly as he adds “ I’ve watched the movie Basic Instinct a million times.”

“Paused on that one scene right?” Mickey questions with another laugh causing Randy to nod in agreement, both lost in their own Sharon Stone fantasy.

“Do I need to leave you two alone-“

“Of course not babe, let’s go!” Announces Mickey with a cheeky smile, highlighting his chiseled jaw and brown eyes that looked ready to burst.

“Be safe! We don’t want any little Mickey’s walking this earth quoting James Cameron movies.” Randy shouts in despair even holding out a hand in front of him to add to the moment.

“I say we take off, and nuke the site from orbit.” Mickey quotes with a loud chuckle because he always liked to quote his favourite movies.

“It’s the only way.” Declares Randy also quoting the classic film Aliens, then with a nod he walks off in the other direction finally you were alone again.

“You two are so cute together-“

“Back to mine room now!” Cuts in Mickey tugging on your right hand, pulling you towards him as he starts to walk fast like he was on a mission.

Heading back to his dorm room at break neck speed you finally arrive, with Mickey falling onto his messy unmade bed, pulling you down on top of him with a look on his face that said it all.

“Who knew that you were such a secret romantic?” You ask with a sigh when you feel Mickey’s hands, grip tightly onto your hips whilst you straddled him, still both fully clothed but hopefully not for much longer.

“If you tell anyone I will kill you.” Mickey whispers with a smile, which makes you roll your eyes back at him with a giggle.

“There is so much I don’t know about you Mickey, but I want to learn everything and more!” You decide leaning down to kiss Mickey gently, your breath hitches when you feel his tongue brush roughly against yours.

“So you want to know the full Mickey Altieri story?” Mickey asks when you nod and bury your face in his neck, lips meeting skin as you loss yourself in the moment.

“It’s not even a good story.” Begins Mickey making you sit up to see the uneasy look on his face as he continues “ But if you ask me again soon I will definitely tell you.”

“I will hold you to that.” You tell Mickey in a teasing voice noticing the smirk appearing on his face.

“But for now I just need you to take your clothes off.” Mickey informs you with a wide smile, as he lifts up your white tee shirt revealing bare skin.

“You don’t have to ask me twice!” You reply making short work of your tee shirt, quickly removing it over your head and grinning when you spot the look on Mickey’s face.

“That’s a good start but you’ve missed a couple of items of clothing-“

“Want to help me?” You question cutting off Mickey with as innocent a look as you could muster under the circumstances.

“I thought you would never ask.” Mickey demands moving a hand to the button on your pants, deftly undoing it as he then proceeds to pull down the accompanying zip.

..tugging the pants firmly down your hips revealing black underwear, which makes Mickey whine as you work together to get the offending item of clothing off as soon as possible.

Sitting back down onto his lap makes you feel exactly how much he wanted you, his hard cock pushing against the zip of his pants, making you brush your clothed pussy over him which causes him to jerk his hips upwards.

“Fuck!” Mickey curses grabbing at your underwear, but in the end he just moves some soaked fabric to one side his fingers brushing against your pussy lips causing both of you to groan at the same time.

“I need you-“

“Don’t I know it, damn you’re so wet just let me get a little something from my pocket, and the we will be all set.” Mickey declares with a smirk, as he moves one of his hands down to his pants, pulling out a silver foil packet that he rips open with his teeth.

“Hurry up!” You cry sounding bratty even to your own ears, causing Mickey to arch an eyebrow at you making your pussy muscles clench around nothing in anticipation.

“Somebody is excited.” Mickey states with a smile as he undoes his pants causing you to move back a little, watching as he puts on the condom then slowly pulls you closer back to him.

“Ready?” Mickey asks with a smirk as you silently move your body forward, locating the tip of his cock rubbing your lips along his length, then finally taking him as your pussy is filled causing you to cry out.

“You feel so good right now, but please don’t move for like a second or ten ok?” Mickey questions gritting his teeth like he was moments away, from blowing his load which would have put a dampener on things to say the least.

“Did you really miss me this much?” You ask in a low voice moving your hips ever so slightly, to be rewarded by Mickey’s cock throbbing against your pussy walls.

“Of course baby, but if you keep that up this won’t last at all, and I know you don’t want that.” Mickey places a hand on your face then curses when you tease him again with a quick bounce on his cock.

“We can go slow-“

“Or I could in fact do this and hold you in place.” Mickey demands moving his hand down towards your neck, placing it on your throat whilst you give him a small nod, and then gasp when he grips harder keeping you very still on his throbbing cock.

“I don’t want to be anywhere else on this planet right now.” You tell Mickey meaning every word, as you close your eyes and sigh when you feel him, starting to slowly rock his hips causing you to bounce on his cock desperately.

“You won’t be, we’re skipping class and are doing this at least twice more before going to grab some food!” Mickey states with a wide smile the very one that drew you to him, and right now you couldn’t get enough.

“Sex and then pizza what more could a girl actually want!” You giggle then groan when you feel that oh-so-delicious warmth build up, hitting low on your stomach the sensation making you clench hard around his cock.

“A very important double bill of Tarantino movies is always fun?” Mickey questions with a hiss feeling that you were getting close, he was beyond ready to finish but he wanted to tip you over the edge first.

“If I say yes will you fuck me harder?” You reply with a question of your own which goes unanswered, but Mickey must’ve understood when he kicks it up a gear, and pretty soon you feel yourself tipping over and losing glorious control.

Afterwards you roll off Mickey whilst he discards the condom, laying next to him to catch the look on his face, him studying you with those intelligent dark brown eyes.

“So you really want to know my story then?” Mickey asks getting up from the bed, pulling up his pants as he heads to the door double checking the lock was on which was strange.

“Is it boring?” You question back slowly sensing the instant mood change in the room, feeling cold suddenly but then you spot the look on Mickey’s face.

“It’s colourful.” Mickey states with a shrug whilst his face, contorts in anger causing you to wrap your arms around your front self consciously.

“Are you ok?” You ask Mickey noticing how he was flexing both his hands very tightly, and his jaw was locked tight causing him to scowl.

“You tell me bitch!” Mickey states in a dark voice his whole body language transforming suddenly, which makes you feel something you hadn’t ever felt before in front of your boyfriend.

…fear?

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[digenerate-trash]

Merry Christmas! Sorry to add to the Bailey pile but could we get a drabble about yan Bailey hiring/ paying Whitney to bully and isolate the PC thinking it will draw them closer but Bailey immediately regretting the arrangement once they realize Whitney is into you? Idk a lot about DOL but I love your Bailey writing so much <3 <3 love your whole blog, this smut gets me through a lot <3

Gonna say. This and the idea that brutality Harper pays Whitney to fuck you up is my favorite "gross man doesn't realize that the violent freak is also in love with you" thing and I fucking need that. So here you go!!! 

AMAB Bailey | AMAB Whitney | GN PC. 

Started as a precaution. Just to keep an eye on you at school he promised Robin he'd knock a 100 bucks off his debt every week if he reported back to Bailey and kept an eye on you. But Robin was useless... always has been. 

So instead he went to your tormentor. And when Whitney sat in his office ready to tell the old man to fuck himself to his surprise Bailey didn't want him to stop. He wanted to make it worse. And Bailey was willing to pay to make it happen.

Simple job Bailey thought. Rough you up. Make isolate you. Keep you constantly running from school to home. Then report back. It's an easy job. There's no way even a meathead with a smoking habit could fuck it up. 

The first few weeks went great. Whitney kept a surprisingly detailed account of your humiliation. He even brought Bailey little trophies from his outings. Homework you could never hand in before Whitney stole it. Personal items. Keys. Even your underwear once.

Whitney was such a diligent little monster that Bailey was starting to take a liking to him. He might even be smarter than he leads on. But things shifted. 

Whitney was still all over you the torment never stopped and the reports came in every week like they should but... you weren't as.... upset. You'd changed a bit. Something shifted and Whitney wasn't giving him any clue as to what that might be.

That is until he found the padlock in your room broken one night. And when Bailey slammed open the door to make sure you hadn't left. Instead, he found the delinquent over you. 

Pressing his teeth into your soft flesh marking you up and holding your hips to his as he thrusted into you. His rings cut the skin on your hips. 

you shouted in surprise and tried to push Whitney off of you but he just bit down harder pulling you close. You know Whitney doesn't mind showing off but this was a little too far for you.

Bailey grabbed Whitney by the hair yanking him off of you you shrieked as Whitney's teeth cut your skin causing you to bleed.

Bailey was furious as he tried to grab Whitney to beat him but Whitney was just a bit faster. Grinning with blood in his teeth not looking for a fight with the old man. He'd already declared war after all. Whitney flees the orphanage still smirking to himself.

Bailey hates that. He hates that he let this monster get so close to what's his. He hates that he let this happen on his watch. He was so careful. But he trusted a deliquent and that was his fault. 

He pulls you from your bed and back to his room. He throws you in the tub before he starts to scrub you down washing off every little touch that Whitney left on you. The water is frigid but Bailey doesn't care. You deserve it for betraying him. And you won't be leaving his sight till he deals with Whitney.

Permanently.

#bailey the caretaker #whitney the bully #tw blood #tw cheating #like if you squint???? #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

[fungus-no69]

Pc/you and gn school LIs + Great Hawk doing a three legged race

Whitney is tripping you the fuck up I'm so sorry. They are going to make fun of you regardless of if you were outspeeding them or not.

Kylar is tripping you guys because they got too excited that you're that close and their legs were too weak. Carry them. Please. (--- Status btw)

Depending on your physique and athleticism, you are either keeping pace with Sydney or they run too fast and you fall or something. It's funny and they fuss over you after the fact because you could have gotten hurt. The more corrupt they are, the more likely they are to laugh at you before helping.

Robin will try to keep pace with you no matter how fast or slow you are. Please don't outrun them they will make the saddest most sopping wet cat face at you.

Great Hawk is confused, they simply Pick You Up. Goodbye <33

#fungus.mag #fungus.writes #dol #degrees of lewdity #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity x reader #dol whitney #whitney the bully #dol kylar #kylar the loner #dol sydney #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #dol robin #robin the orphan #dol great hawk #great hawk the terror #ive never been in a three legged race before but something possessed me and wrote this #might write abt more serious topics later who knows! not me. im hungry as hell #please let me on break so i csn eat aha (has not eaten anything for 20 hours) (i forgot) #oh no im having dol oc thoughts RRRG RGRGGGGHRGRGGHHH #anyways why is sydney lowkey fast in dol like dude what you pray and sort books all day wdym surprising strength unhand me !!!!

[kylarsobsession]

this is why dating kyler and whitney at the same time is so funny. boys boys stop fighting over me ur both pretty....u both have huge dicks its ok...i have enough holes <3

#talking doll #whitney #kylar #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #degrees of lewdity #i wish you could like #for real be in a polyam relationship with some characters #im starting to like syd i wanna be with him kylar AND whitney #i feel like kylar would be ok with a polyam relationship if it was with you and syd since they were friends #sydney and robin would work #whitney and...anyone is just funny LMAO #im weak for popular person x loser freak #so i do like whitney/pc/kylar a lot #plus whit being like those are MY loser freaks get AWAY is cute

[princesstokyomoon]

i miss when there was Variety in ship names, now 90% of em are the peoples names Smushed together. its so damn Default that they use it on fuckin love island.

what happened to all the batshit ship names? what happened to things like ZADR, where you could tell on sight what fandom it came from, cus no one else named ships like that? what happened to song titles and catchphrases as ship names? what happened to symbolic ship names?

i know theres still some being made - it made my day when i saw the disenchanment fandom calling luci x elfo "sweet hell"

but the sheer volume of "smush names together" drowns out all the others, to the extent it feels like other ways of making ship names is just forgotten for the most part.

and dont get me wrong, name smushes CAN be fun. but its so insanely limiting to me? sometimes names just dont smush, or a smush ship name looks identical to a different smush ship name, and you have to force a difference between them, when instead you could look literally EVERYWHERE at their relationship to find commonalities to create a name from

and frankly, it makes me WISH i Actually shipped things, because then i would stubbornly continuously make ship names anything EXCEPT name smushes

#like damn #i dont even REMOTELY ship it #but you CANNOT tell me my idea for whitney x mickey being 'cyber bully' isnt genius

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Goose and Carole dancing to Dolly Parton's "I will always love you" at their wedding. Carole crying when the Bodyguard comes out and Whitney Houston's version comes with it.

#yes i rewatched the body guard #and the Whitney Houston movie last night #heck all the songs from the Bodyguard would make carole cry #i wanna run to you? #crying #i have nothing? sobbing #i will always love you? #inconsolable #carole bradshaw #i will always love you #dolly parton #nick goose bradshaw #goose bradshaw #goose top gun #nick bradshaw #goosecarole #carolegoose #carole x goose #goose x carole

[ashersanity]

— “SWEET LIKE NECTAR.”

— summary. because to whitney, there’s nothing prettier, downright satisfying to gaze upon the rosy cheeks you adopt in response to the invasive questioning, that pride of yours so amusing to patiently chip away at, piece by piece. in fact, if you could, you’d evade it altogether though that would mean defeat, wouldn’t it? and there’s nothing you detest more in this shitty world than to fucking lose.

— content warning! incest, step-cest, dub-con, coaxing, anal fucking, cream-pie, nipple sucking, lots of uh.. dirty talking, I got carried away there, big brother whitney gets a taste of his own medicine, male reader turned bastard himself, the shittiest writing known to mankind. this is a continuation to the first part ‘it’s all in the family’ which you can find here. third part is here.

— word count? I freestyled that shit once again in the notes app, it is my sanctuary and you cannot take it away from me, alright?

— asher’s note. “I find that revenge is only proper and that sometimes, you need to take matters into your own hands and fuck your stupid, arrogant, big brother. balls deep.”

Moreover, you should’ve probably have expected this one measly question to slip past your older brother’s lips, leering gaze openly taking your conflicted expression in as if taunting you to properly answer. You wouldn’t lie to me, would you? ‘Course not, like you could anyway. He’d see right past it like he usually does, testing the waters — he’d call it, laying out the fresh bait for your conscious little self to latch onto immediately.

Because to Whitney, there’s nothing prettier, downright satisfying to gaze upon the rosy cheeks you adopt in response to the invasive questioning, that pride of yours so amusing to patiently chip away at, piece by piece. In fact, if you could, you’d evade it altogether though that would mean defeat, wouldn’t it?

And there’s nothing you detest more in this shitty world than to fucking lose.

Especially to this one bastard. Too damn nosy to discreetly mind his own business, y’know? Always the one to hover too close for comfort, bated breath feathering delicately against the soft skin of your flushed ear, to keep you tightly on edge. Long past that, it’s starting to get on your nerves how self-assured he is in his flawed reasoning, simply since he had you sloppily suck him off once on the worn couch and now, it’s what? Only natural to drag you around like some sort of thoughtless puppy? Shamelessly refer to you as his trained, little bitch who’ll get on his knees for the right price?

Gotta be fucking kidding then.

It was the alcohol. Nothing, but the intoxicating substance drumming along your veins that had you act in such a debauched manner, had your painfully hard cock straining against the front of your pants. Yeah. Right? That’s all there was to it. Nothing more.

At least, that’s what you keep insistently reminding yourself of despite the growing, churning heat in your stomach, the not-so-subtle twitching of your hardening cock stirring beneath your ripped jeans or the individual droplets of sweat gently trickling down the navel of your slouched back. Alright, keep fucking lying to yourself then. Surely that’ll help you with your current predicament that you’ve stuck yourself into, muddied foot deep within the shallow trenches and a solid grasp firmly placed around your ankle, threatening to snap your dignity in half.

“Well?” Visibly irritated by your lack of answer, it’s Whitney’s increasingly impatient, snappy voice that unfortunately draws you back from your spiralling calculations — whether to respond with the humiliating truth or not. Can’t let it go, can he? Hence why he so nonchalantly has you sat on his used bed, the rusted springs hidden beneath the dusty mattress alerting your every subtle movement with a distinct creak reverberating through the thin walls.

“Well, what?” Idiot, you know very damn well what he’s getting at, it’s not like you suffer from some sort of amnesiac disease to utilise cluelessness and have him fooled with such blatant tactics.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Should be wiping that snide, awful smirk that instantly appears on his face as he carelessly articulates the question once more. Shameless in his pursuit, hungrily eyeing you up and down like an untouched piece of meat to greedily feast upon, sink his pearly, white fangs into.

Oh, thank the heavens that you weren’t consuming any sort of liquid right this moment because it would’ve been shot straight out of your throat, maybe your nose even considering the absurd sentence from your very own brother — step-brother, to be exact. Still in denial that you two could potentially call each other family, far too homely of a term than the puzzling relationship you both share. Speaking of, you haven’t replied to his question yet and by the looks of it, he isn’t looking too pleased with you if you were to stretch this on any further than it should be.

“N-No, I’ve actually fucked my fair share of girls.” Oh yeah, he’s definitely believing you with that stuttering, the uncertainty all too evident in your tone that only a complete, utter moron would’ve fallen for it. Fucking liar. It wasn’t as though you were entirely lying though, having indeed fucked a girl before, but does it really count if that same person were to be your younger sister, Kylar? At most, you’ve had your decent amount of experiences with others, dated a few girls here and there which is to be acceptable for the average boy of your age. However, beyond the intimate acts of holding hands and bashful kissing, you remained oblivious to the process of well, sex — save for the over the top, raunchy porn you’d occasionally watch and that sole encounter with Kylar that taught you far more than any cheap film ever could.

So, it’s still reasonable, is it not? Though this is Whitney you’re directly dealing with and you know better than to assume he’d take plain ‘no’ for an answer, often brash in his selfish desires. No, more like every time whenever he does act, it leads up to the very same, repetitive situation you’ve familiarized yourself to. You, beneath him. You, helpless in the face of his cruel actions.

Not this time though — fuck, that nasty, little scheme of yours slowly, but ever so surely lurking within the depths of your working mind, grateful for the blonde’s clear ignorance of the shit you were ready to commit to regain that minuscule shred of dignity back. None the wiser, preferring it’d remain that way.

And he can only sharply scoff back to your half-assed attempt at muttering obvious falsehoods. Too cunning of a bastard and god, does it mess with you. “Bullshit. You think I’d believe that? Fuckin’ cmon, admit it. You’ve never really fucked a girl before, huh?” That sickening, creeping nausea steadily filling the depths of your guts from the way he so arrogantly taunts you through his ‘light-hearted’ insults, inadvertently painting you as some sort of virgin loser that never so much as had the slightest chance of growing affectionate with another woman. Fucked your goddamn sister so that’s a one-up on you, huh? Hell, you know better than to let such an obscene admission escape you — since she’s your sister now too, that innocence you so greedily stripped away that one faithful evening within the four corners of her room.

Rather not indulge in such sinful thoughts at the moment, not when your prolonged silence is only confirming his self-righteous suspicions to which he so stubbornly convinced himself of. Knowing better than to reason with your older brother, it’s merely when you do finally relent with a reluctant nod of your head — still maintaining a thin layer of deceit, mind you — that his smug grin widens considerably in return. “So you’re an unused slut, basically.” Choice of words never was the delinquent’s forte, but his crude, frank vocabulary certainly is as he so eloquently puts it. “Hah — I fuckin’ knew it. Wouldn’t be cumming so quickly if you weren’t.” He huffs back in amusement at the sight of your apparent fluster, always so damn squirmy whenever he playfully pokes fun at one of your concealed insecurities. Oh, you really don’t know the dizzying effect you have on him, do you?

The numerous nights spent lazily fisting the base of his cock underneath the woollen covers placed over his bare, sweating body to at the very least obscure his depraved actions — not that he cared much whether he was scandalously caught or not. Much so, he’d prefer if it were you to ‘coincidentally’ walk in on him mid-jerk off session, lend a helping hand to big brother and let him use you however he saw fit. Fuck, yeah. That’d aid him in his ever growing lust for you, borderline animalistic in how he addictively sought you out as expected, like a sweet, sweet drug longing to be taken. A sweet nectar freshly ripe for the taking, plucked free from the gracious buds of the tree to gratefully sink his fangs into and savour the refreshing taste lingering on his tongue.

Feels so right to defile your prudish self, doesn’t it? So, don’t blame him then. Don’t blame him when he suggests — no, coldly orders you to strip off your damn pants which prompts another gaping stare of yours to the sudden command. Handsome, but so, so clueless, aren’t you? Needs to tell you to do everything for your sluggish brain to eventually catch up to his ever approaching rhythm, cocky grin plastered onto his lips signalling that your step-brother is indeed not kidding around as per usual.

“What’re you waitin’ for? I said, strip.” It’s not a gentle reminder nor a well-intentioned push in the right direction, it’s a repeated warning of his thinly veiled frustrations peeking its way through, past the useless restraints he placed onto himself when he could easily be given what he’s wanted. Not without force, though that is in Whitney’s nature to be as rough as possible, having grown accustomed to things going his way whenever he inevitably turned to bloodied brutality. After all, the bully doubts so himself that you don’t furtively desire this all the same too, conflicted movements headed towards the leathered loop of your belt as you willingly comply as tasked to. Good boy, knew you had it in y’a.

“Do I really gotta do this?” If it weren’t for the pretty, pink flush adorning the entirety of your face right now, your older brother would’ve definitely snapped back with a snarky remark of his own, however the sight itself is enough to let him have your dumb self uselessly hope a little further. What does it look like, little brother? Has Whitney ever backtracked on his truthful words?

“Yeah, you gotta cuz’ I told you to. Now just fuckin’ do it already, slut. I don’t got all day.”

“..Fine.” Having fully predicted such a response, heavy shoulders slouching lazily in defeat from the refusal, you shyly carry on with the clumsy strip tease of yours. Can never get your way with him, can y’a?

Goddamn it, shamefully reprimanding yourself for even following suit to his harsh retort though, can you really blame yourself? He’s got you — fucking, trained you like a dog. That’s what it is, a stupid, dumb mutt that can’t help but intrinsically cave in to its depraved instincts as his rightful owner happily taught him to, mindlessly huffing and wagging its fluffy tail to the sugary sweet praise whispered to him. Conditioning you to his every whim as a promising, rewarding treat awaiting in exchange for your dutiful obedience, not bothering to keep your remaining underwear either. Big brother knows best, huh? Look at that pitiful expression etched along your features, averting gaze straying away from his piercing own that’s settled precisely on the drooling tip of your fat, twitching cock dribbling out an alarming amount of pre-cum. How you resist the underlying temptation to automatically press your legs together, denying Whitney of that upfront, perverted view of your spread thighs. So damn easy to get you riled up in a matter of seconds when a tight, warm hole is involved in the filthy equation.

As ensured, you’ll receive as you wish, pup. Only natural to fulfill what you so gravely desire when you’ve been so good so far, right? Offer you the bearing fruits of your well-earned efforts in return while you thoughtlessly salivate over the mere idea, yeah?

“Whitney, this is kinda embarrassing..” Kinda? Practically humiliating to display yourself so lewdly like this, however not as if you hadn’t experienced this rarely either in the past few weeks that steadily transpired. Should’ve grown used to it by now, actually. Still, the lingering shyness of brazenly exposing yourself like this was too much to bear at times, especially with the other’s daunting ogling. Really has to unabashedly eye-fuck you every single time or something. It’s.. somewhat flattering to be thoroughly appreciated like this despite instinctively knowing it’s out of pure, utter objectification.

Aimlessly losing yourself in the middle of your straying thoughts, it’s the recurring shuffling of fabric carelessly being thrown onto the wooden, creaking floor that draws you back to the hazy reality before you. Fuck, a wet dream is a far more suitable term with how this is stereotypically playing out, the confident, sure movements of your older brother’s calloused hands busying themselves with the hem of his waistband and — oh, he’s surely tugging his sweats down, okay. His.. fucking dick, god — how didn’t you conveniently notice how rock hard his cock was beneath that cotton thin material? Leaving you to breathlessly gawk at the free view of Whitney’s drooling tip roughly smacking against the tensed muscles of his stomach, briefly connecting strings of pre-cum to meld with his cooling sweat. Retaking that relaxed, slouched position along the single bed as if he isn’t currently stark naked in front of your unmoving eyes. That distracting to you, huh? Horny mutt.

“Like what you see, slut?” That fucking conceited tone of his makes you want to respond with anything but an affirmative yes, though through the thick lump you swallow down your throat, it’s the muted nod of your head that further serves him to grin widely in satisfaction. Wanna prove him wrong so badly, so damn so. Yet, how can you when he’s shown you all the reasons not to?

Should’ve been paying closer attention then, baby brother. How your brain immediately shuts off in a haze of confusion, numbing static prickling at your empty mind once the blonde instead settles himself comfortably onto your awaiting lap. “Fuckin’ nice seat.” Would’ve been a more comedic remark if it weren’t for the provoking press of his bare ass flush against your pulsing cock, questionably twitching in approval from the brief physical contact. Christ, get a grip on yourself, you moron but, oh — Fuck. You could just.. fucking slip it in and it wouldn’t hurt to let Whitney take the lead as predicted, greedily relish in the slippery warmth fervently welcoming you? Since at the end of the day, you’re just a man, no? A simple man with stupidly horny urges and needs to gratefully sink his cock into the nearest wet hole that merely happens to be his big brother’s whorish one.

Still, that portion of your mind beckons you to reason along with the weirdly alluring pull of plainly muttering out fuck it, shove it in and— and, do the nastiest shit possible, y’know? Yeah, you should do it. Actually, no. No way in fucking hell should you proceed with it. Uselessly humping your hips upwards with a sickening jolt that draws a relieving sigh from the both of you. Stop it, you pervert. You’ve become no better than him, have you?

“W-What’re you doing..?” Is all you can pathetically muster to his blatantly obvious actions, knowing full well what he’s truly doing. Riling you up. Teasing along the edges of your withering limits till it collapses fully onto the ground. It’s what he does best, driving you insane on the daily from school, to outside, to home and his room you frequently pay visits to at night.

“What does it look like I’m doin’? I’m about to fuck your cute cock, pretty boy.” Pretty. Ah, that shouldn’t be your main focus with how he announces it so casually, essentially admitting he’s planning to ride you. Struggling to grasp onto the foreign concept of him, well— being on the receiving end of sex. Doesn’t he like, usually prefer to be the one in the dominant position? In fact, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had selfishly decided to fuck your ass next, fill it to the brim with his seed. Yet, here he is, contently rubbing himself on your flushed, oozing tip, swearing gently as it barely grazes against his puckered hole, thoughtlessly clenching around practically nothing. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m only doing this to stake my claim on you, alright? Not fuckin’ fair if some bitch gets to fuck your virgin dick first so, hah— I’m making you into a proper slut. My slut.”

Very convincing, Whitney. Not so much so when he’s shuddering eagerly above you like a man about to be given the slightest taste of heaven itself, namely your cock it seems. Hot. Shit, it is a pretty hot sight, you’ve gotta admit.

So, is this purely a flimsy excuse of his to fuck himself stupid on your dick? Need that much to blindly persuade you he isn’t some sort of drooling cockwhore deep down? Nice try, big brother. Well, you can effortlessly see through his nonchalant act, the barely discernible, rosy flush dusting along his cheeks confirming his secretive, depraved and filthy desires simmering deeply within his core.

“Fuckin’ — ah, help me put it in already.” The resounding gasp escaping him is so breathy, so unlike the dominant, assertive Whitney you’ve familiarized yourself with that your lethargic brain hardly registers his direct order, sounding more like a frantic plea than anything else. Put it in? The little, stuck-up bastard is having difficulty sliding it in, resorting to your aid to lend a helping hand to his futile struggles? That’s cute. The indiscernible trace of a smirk beginning to form onto your lips from his uncharacteristically submissive demeanour, still withholding a decent amount of control in this situation here. Ah, what’re you even saying? He’s given you full leverage to wreck his tight, little hole as you happily please, fuck yourself deeper in that wet warmth you’ve been subconsciously seeking out. You’re the one cupping him within the palm of your hand, oddly contented with this newfound revelation, this switch of power dynamics.

“Can’t you put it in yourself then? It’s not that hard, is it? You’re the one always wanting to do everything so I think it’s only fair you do it.” Indulging in the scowl that appears shortly on his straining features only to dissolve under another one of his tough exteriors. “Fuck, you want me to? Can’t put it in yourself, huh?” He counters snidely, grasping for the bottle of lube conveniently placed on the night dresser nearby, accompanied by barking out a sharp huff of laughter as you cuss out loud a fuck! from the cooling, sticky mixture squirted plainly onto your cock.

“Shit! That’s cold! Why’d you pour it on me? Aren’t you supposed to put it in your— y’know? Your—“ Pausing bashfully in your tracks, immaturity running so deeply you couldn’t even properly stammer out the term if you wished to.

“My what? My ass? I’m not putting that in there, I can fuck myself on your cock just fine without that crap.” Lewd. That’s so lewd how he outwardly states it, blazing face hidden behind your cupped palms as though such a gesture would make this alright, make whatever he’s doing — smoothly grinding on the tip of your lubed, quivering length, how his hole teasingly snatches onto your flushed, leaking cock head only to disappointingly let go again. Fuck, fuck — Fuck. Doing this on purpose, isn’t he? Intent on driving you mad before he even manages to shove it in.

But, as previously stated before, there’s nothing more you hate than to lose, don’t you?

Really, he should be the one blaming himself for your rash and impulsive movements, shouldn’t be letting out that surprised yelp, silenced by a high-pitched gasp as you finally have had enough of his provoking mockery to mutter out a sharp fuck it and drive your increasingly impatient cock right in. Head stupidly thrown back in sheer shock from the unfamiliar yet admittedly pleasurable sensation of having his tight, virgin hole stuffed full of your cock right about now. Clear outline of your entire length pulsing deep within him by the noticeable quivering of his toned tummy, which you don’t hesitate to firmly plant your palm against to draw another satisfying, strangled whimper past his lips. Whore.

“Ah, fucking shit— You’re so fucking tight. Relax a bit for me or I can’t move.” Might as well be snapping your dick in half from the unbearable clenching of his unused insides, warm insides that you’re pervertedly staining white with every glide of your forceful thrusts, every harsh slam of your hips against his ass. Can’t stop yourself though — God, no. Not when the addictive heat of his hole envelops you so damn fucking well, rendering you both to mindlessly cling onto each other, entangled bodies slick with hot sweat trickling steadily down the navel of your arched backs. Namely his. And oh, he really does feel so good. Never mind all the shit he’s done, the stingy tugs of his fists deep within your messied hair, urging you to fuck yourself deeper into his trembling frame. This is the sweet taste of revenge you’ll so dearly savour, hungrily imprinting every choked moan to memory for later reminiscing.

Isn’t he so cute too? Tightening fingertips digging harshly into your shoulders for proper stability, an immediate roll of his eyes to the back of his skull whenever you angle your hips to hit that overly sensitive spot that sends a sickening jolt up his spine. Bound to be leaving marks, though that’s the least of your concerns with how goddamn pretty he looks when fucked stupid, fucked utterly brainless to match the feverish haze of his glazed over eyes. “See? I think you secretly enjoy it, Whitney. I think you— hah, fuck — enjoy that I’m taking the lead for once. ‘S that it? You like havin’ my cock inside you, huh? Like it when your little brother fucks you?” No matter how many times he may blatantly refuse and deny it, through the clawing of his nails, etching bloodied scars into your back that are sure to reside in your skin later on— You fucking know by the squeeze of his slutty hole, ring of cream having nicely settled around the base of your cock. The cocky bitch loves it.

“F-Fuckin’—“ Big brother having trouble speaking? “Bastard, shut— ah! up!” The pitiful whine echoing deeply from his throat almost makes you want to cease your endless blabbering, but y’know what? Fuck that. May as well endure the severe consequences of his actions, from the second you had arrived here, it was bound to end solely in one conclusion. You, balls deep in his ass. You, stupidly drunk off the mere act of ruthlessly fucking your older brother cuz’ shit, does it feel so amazingly good. “If you keep looking at me like that, it only— hah, makes things harder for me here. God, Whitney.. Don’t fucking stop squeezing me, ‘kay?” Not really doing any better than him either, any semblance of control within you possibly thrown out the window with every pleasurable stroke of your cock being sucked so sloppily by his stretched out hole. One thing the delinquent was right about — You being the equivalent of a dumb mutt. A dumb, drooling mutt huffing over his bare chest, depraved instincts kicking in to suck on whatever happens to be nearest and that consequently leads to your dazed gaze zeroing in on his swollen nipples.

Pretty, so fucking pretty. It’s not fair.

Deserving of every torturous inch his tight hole greedily swallows up, the sight of his neglected, puffy nipples almost too much to bear for your watering mouth.

A little taste wouldn’t hurt, would it?

How careless of you to overlook such an area that so desperately needs your loving attention too. Bad little brother you are for that, huh? “Promise to make you feel so good.” Sighing out a guttural groan as the softened pad of your thumbs find home to idly flick at the erect glands, eliciting another strangled curse from the delinquent once again. Sensitive here, isn’t he? “Shit.. Every time I touch your tits here, you tighten up like crazy, hah. Want me to suck on ‘em too?” It’s more of a fervent heads up for your upcoming actions than a polite request, pink tongue curiously poking out to glide along the sheen of sweat settled thickly on the rosy buds. “M-Motherfucker.. Don’t you fuckin’ dare— hmph!” Hastily cut off by the palm of his own hand clasped upon his mouth, he can’t help but to cave in at your perverted antics, specifically that weird obsession of yours with his chest or tits as you so obscenely call ‘em. Shivering lightly at the rhythmic lapping at his nipples which is soon followed by the roll of your tongue against the sensitive flesh, fully latching onto one of them to appreciatively suckle on. The things you do to him, a full on body shock simply from having his pretty tits toyed with, his nipples coyly sucked on by the moist engulf of your warm mouth. “W—What?? Stop, ah, that!” How the fuck do you get to him like this every damn time?

And why the hell does it have to feel so fuckin’ good too?

Screw you, really.

Having managed to get past his carefully placed barriers he put upon himself, a means of protection for his fragile pride that you so selfishly tear away at. Because it’s fun to, an absolute power rush to intently observe your slutty older brother fall apart on your fat cock, split his ass open while you’re at it. Teary eyes threatening to spill free more droplets down the length of his scarlet cheeks, bitten lips oozing fresh blood from your nipping teeth and tongue to gently suckle at as a well-deserved reward. Golden locks becoming increasingly more disheveled from every bounce on your cock, the guidance of your hands locked firmly onto his hips to witness the disappearance and reemergence of your leaking tip to reach that one single spot deep inside him.

And it’s real adorable when you draw your hips further back only to be halted by the weight of his legs wrapped securely around your waist to prevent you from pulling all the way out, so stubbornly too. “Oh, want me to cum inside?” The derisive pitch of your laughter has the blonde simmering in his humiliating position, too caught up in the intoxicating pleasure of being fucked so mercilessly like this to bother uttering out a curse of denial. Fangs bared, seething glare shot solely towards you, it’s you. Of course, it’s you who has the final say, the upper hand regardless. As always. “I-I swear to fuckin’ god, if you pull out now— I’m going to fucking kill you, asshole.” He threatens as per usual, but the shaky incoherence of his speech riddled with whiny moans discredits his shitty attempt at intimidation, coaxing you to readily follow suit to his orders.

Ah, look at him. Fucking bitch in heat.

Can’t say no to that face, can you?

“Wasn’t planning on it anyway, Whitney.” You mutter out soothingly in the shell of his ear, slightly unsettled by the softening tone you’ve taken on to address him. Is it due to the pathetic appearance he’s taken on from your relentless bullying? ‘S not fair he gets to look all cute and pouty while you’re struggling to keep up here, stuttering hips clumsily humping forward to make up for the messy pace because ah— fuck, you’re nearing your fill and so is Whitney, by the looks of it. “You can’t—“ Cutting himself off in a soundless gasp as your balls heavily smack against his ass, mind gone completely blank from the sheer euphoria of having his hole filled to the brim. Can’t? Sure, he can handle just a little more, can’t he? Cmon, he can do better than that. Drool dripping freely from his parted lips for yours to plant sloppy kisses against, stifling his open moans. Drawing your hips one last time to relish in the tight warmth of his wet insides— really, you’ll miss it, fuck— you barely get to process the thick ropes of cum spurting out of his bobbing cock, accompanied by your own climax shortly after. “S-Sorry, oh my god— I’m so sorry, you feel too good. I can’t—“ You sputter out uselessly, a hollow excuse when you continue on with your sloppy thrusts, burying yourself to the hilt to shoot your thick load into. Staining his walls white with your seed since your hips can’t stop themselves from fucking your cum deeper, not till he squirms and swears at you to stop it altogether.

Alright, so maybe you did end up going a tad bit too far this time, but it’s not like he didn’t ask for it. Or so you mumble to yourself to soothe your ever growing worries of where this may lead after the shortly lived, euphoric high you’ve just experienced. Nervously lifting your gaze to seek his as you’re greeted with.. ah, it seems you did fuck up. If anything, you’ve dug yourself a hole so steep you couldn’t possibly climb out of it now. Okay, he looks pissed. Doesn’t mean you don’t have time to mend things between the two of you, right? It’s as you finally muster up a foolish smile to meet his sour expression, that his frown significantly deepens in return.

“..So, uh. Did you like it?”

You’ve got a death wish, don’t you?

Should’ve probably expected this one. The shockingly loud slam of the wooden door closed shut on your face, promptly interrupting your frantic pleas and apologies. Heaps of dirty clothes thrown right into your arms for you to awkwardly pick up from the floor soon after. “Whitney, don’t be like that. Whitney, c’mon. I’m sorry—“ You’re not actually all that sorry, it’s just he looks too cute when angry, really.

“Fuck off!!”

Stubborn as ever, huh? At least, you’ve got to imprint those slutty sounds to memory for later use, having gotten your answer to leave him be for the time being. And oh, glancing down to be met with the sight of your still-hard, neglected cock tented pitifully against the front of your jeans has to be some sort of revenge for your previous animalistic actions, surely. Seriously? Didn’t you just cum too?

..Well, you’ve always got the bathroom to take care of that.

#I am but a man y’know.. #couldn’t be left satisfied when whitney had the upper hand in the previous part #never feels right when he’s the one that wins #..what do you mean I base reader off myself? #who said that? #you’re being crazy again #haha! cmon now. it’s time to take your pills #gaslighting? you’re making things up again #dol #degrees of lewdity #SWEET LIKE NECTAR. #whitney the bully #dol whitney #whitney dol #big brother whitney #top male reader #dom male reader #x male reader #character x male reader #asher writes

[jjsmaybank20]

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Leighton Murray

1. Bitchy is my Type Pt. 2 [fluff, angst, eventual smut] 18+ MINORS DNI

1. Pick Up Lines [fluff] ✰

2. Stumbling [fluff]

3. Meeting the Family [fluff]

4. Sneaking [fluff] ✰

5. Alone Time [fluff]

1. Apologize [angst, fluff]

2. Sick Day [fluff]

3. Good Morning [fluff]

4. Migraines [fluff]

5. Food Poisoning [fluff]

6. Physical [fluff]

7. Take Care [fluff]

8. Fine [fluff]

Whitney Chase

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[whatthefishh]

Do you have any random headcanons for Miguel? Be it sexy or otherwise 🤭

I think he shushes you as he breaks you in.

Also I totally see him having to hold your hips while they unintentionally wriggle away from the intrusion.

Feel like he zones out at work during meetings thinking about how loud he can get you to scream for him 😳🫣

Probably likes hearing you say you can’t take it. Whimpering from the stretch.

Also I feel like he’s the type to wanna eat a lot after a long ass session, working up a hunger and starts eating like a big meal and you’re like gaping at him, ‘really??’ And he’s like, mouth full, ‘what?’

Idk just some thots 😂

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