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frank Langdon blurb

no gender specified but afab, pussy pronouns used

Warning: smoking, intox kink, weed, vaping, voyagerism, exhibitionist kink, lowkey bully older bro!bf frank

Frank Langon who will show you off to his friends, telling them, "watch this, they don't cough" as he holds up his weed pen to your mouth, making eye contact with you as you breath in the drug. He smirks as his friends laugh and compliment you, making your head feel fuzzy.

"Good job" "you did so good" "how did you train them" "mine can barely handle one puff"

Frank smirks, letting his friends have you try their pens, getting you all fuzzy and pliable. Frank maneuvers you to be sitting with your back to his chest, holding your thighs open past his thighs.

"Yeah, got the best pussy, lets me play with it whenever. So wet and loud, wanna show them baby? Show them your needy clit?" Frank chuckles as you whine and nod

"Look at them, they're blushing" his friends tease as he slides your pants and underwear down. He uses his index and middle finger to spread open your lips, strings of slick keeping them connected.

You blush and hide your face in frank hoodie. "Dont be shy baby, youre so wet, I know you like it." Which only makes your hole flutter, begging for more.

"Fuck, their clit is so pretty" his friend said as they lean in, pinching the bud, chuckling as you yelps and your hole oozes slick "Yeah you like that?"

"Noooo" you whine but spread your thighs more

"Dont listen to them, they love it when youre mean to their pussy. Fucking soaked, go on touch them" frank said as he holds your thighs open, for all his friends to see.

His friends waste no time prodding and rubbing your pussy. Pinching your clit before rubbing it fast, giving you no time to rest. You can't tell how many hands are on you. Two guys have fingers in you, watching your tight hole suck them in. It feels like three fingers but another guy puts two more in. You're fucking soaked, they won't stop. One guy spits on your clit before rubbing it fast

"Stoppp, m'gunna cummm" you whine out but frank keeps your thighs open as the guys keep going through your orgasm.

Fingers are replaced with tongues and soon enough guys are making out over your clit, taking puffs from their pens and blowing it on your sensitive clit, laughing as it twitches. One tongue on each side rubbing your bud back and forth back and forth. Fingers spreading your open and tongues licking up the slick falling.

Frank smirks and says "get comfy babe"

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Sorry having been posting yall, fell for my coworker and have been in the shame corner. :( will be back to writing fics soon

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Part 2 to You Are Trouble

(Michael robinavitch x ftm reader) smut

Sorry it took so long, please enjoy. You dont need to read part 1 to understand

warnings: daddy,degrading,praise,fingering,smut,agegap

Robby woke up the next day with a terrible hangover that took him back to his college days, he groaned and looked at his phone, seeing a message from a random number

XXX-XXX-XXXX

Hey this is (name) from last night, I dont know if you remember me. I had a great time last night and was wondering if maybe you wanted to see me again?

Robby was thrust back into last night, his fingers rubbing a wet clit, teasing the man's folds. Robby closes his eyes and groans, feeling his cock throb this early is something he hasn't dealt with in years. He felt like a sleaze, touching a guy 30 years his senior while they were drinking, so why was he hard as a rock right now?

Robby

Listen sweetheart, you are young. You shouldn't be messaging a sleaze like me. You did yourself a favor last night leaving

(Name)

Maybe I like that you're a sleaze, I meant what I said last night. But if you don't want this, I get it. We all do crazy stuff when we are drinking.

Robby

No no! Its not that! Im sorry, im not good at this texting stuff. I want to see you again, I just don't want you to do something you will regret with me

(Name)

I promise you, I won't. Maybe we can meet again and I can show you how badly I want this, you.

Robby

Jesus, you are gonna get me in trouble. Yes yes. I can try to get off work sometime this week.

(Name)

Can't wait Daddy

Robby swears he has a mini heart attack, he curses your name as he has to ignore his raging bones and get dressed for work.

The next day Robby is at Jack's door

"So let me get this straight, you want me to cover for you tomorrow so you can go on a date with a guy less than half your age?"

"When you say it like that it sounds bad. You're the one who told me to get back out there!"

"Yeah not with some guy whos barely in their mid 20s!"

"Listen brother you know I wouldn't be asking if I didn't really like this guy"

"*sigh*......fine. only because I havent seen you be this excited for anything since you graduated, and I doubt you got many years left without needing viagra."

"Oh fuck off, but thank you" Robby smiles and pats Jack on the back

Satuday night Robby leaves his shift early, making sure to give Jack a hug and thank you, he heads downtown to a large apartment building where he ignores the lady at the front desks judging state "you're here to see Gryffin? Are you his father or uncle?"

"Uhm....no, just....a friend" he said feeling 10 years older than his real age as the lady lets out a disapproving mumble and buzzes him in.

Robby knocks on the apartment door, which you practically run over to open, a little out of breath "hi! You made it"

"H-hey" Robby said shocked as he gave you a once-over, trying not to drool over your comfy outfit, tiny shorts and a sweater.

"Come on in" you giggles and take his arm and lead him around

"Think the lady at the front desk thinks im a pervert" robby said with a chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck

"Oh don't worry about it, shes just jealous" you said as you sit down on the couch, facing him.

"Jealous of having a 54 year old tired man coming over to their apartment, yeah right" he scoffs as he shakes his head

"Stop talking down on yourself, or else" you tease and go to grab the remote

"Or else what?" He said with an eyebrow raised as he gently grabs your wrist

"Or else I'll show you just how excited I am" you said with a wink, leaving him stunned for a minute while you turn the tv on and start listing off movies.

"Jesus you can't just- just say those things. Gonns give me a heart attack" he said as he blushes crimson, looking down at you cuddling into his side

"Why not? I mean it" you said as you looked up at him

He sighs and turns his attention to the movie. Its peaceful for a bit, domestic almost. Something he hadn't had in a while. He enjoyed having a warm body pressed to his side, he allowed himself to relax. He looks over at you, seeing your thighs pressed together as you squirm a bit.

"You okay?" He asks a little concerned, eyebrows furrowed as he speaks in your ear

"Y-yeah" you nod, blushing deeply, a shiver running down your back as his stubble grazes your earlobe

His eyes go wide as he takes a moment to realize whats wrong "ohhh, I see. Gosh you really are younger than me, getting all worked up just from cuddling with me?" He teases as he lets his hand that was wrapped around your shoulder now go down to your waist and pull you tighter.

You whine and squirm "I'm not all worked up" you huffs

"Really? Alright then, let me see" He said as he manhandles you easily to be on your back, thighs spread, his face now only inches away from the crotch of your shorts

You whine and blush "w-what are you doing?"

"What does it look like? Cmon you were all confident sweetheart, what happened? You don't want me to see how wet you are for me?" He says in a condescending tone

"F-fuck d-dont talk like that" you whine and squirm while he undoes your shorts and pulls them down

"Fuck, you like that dont you? You like when I talk down to you? Jesus you are filthy, gonna get me in so much trouble" He said, his pupils dilate as he takes one look at your soaked underwear, the small bump of your clit can be seen twitching through thr fabric, wet slick already coating your thighs. "Fuck, oh my god. Can i?" He asks while gently lifting up the band of your underwear, letting it snap back on you, chuckling at the twitch of your clit.

"Y-yes daddy please" you nod, already losing your mind, not noticing the Freudian slip

"Jesus" he curses as he almost tears your underwear off, pulling them down roughly and taking a long look at your pussy. "Fuckkkkk, so perfect. Cutest pusy ever"

"Noooo its not" you whine and try to close your legs

"No, none of that, you were so confident 10 minutes ago" he tsks and spreads your thighs open, using his thumbs to spread your lips and inspect your pussy "so cute. Look at that hole, practically begging for me babe, so fucking wet." He takes two fingers and gently puts the tips of them in, letting them scoop out more of your slick

"Mmmm f-fuck y-yeah?" You squirm and moan

"Yeah, and this? Cutest fucking clit ever. You on testosterone baby? Your little dick is so cute" he said as he presses a thumb to it, before playfully pinching it between his thumb and pointer, chuckling at thr twitch of your clit and how your hole leaks helplessly.

"Please please daddy fuck more" you moan while he teases your clit, rubbing in slow circles

"Yeah? You want my fingers? Fuck youre so needy, needly little pussy. You can't help it, your pussy just needs to be filled" he says in a sickly sweet tone while slowly putting a finger in you "fuck slides right in, jesus practically sucking me in babe"

"Mmmmhm, needy pussy" you whine while slowly grinding down on his finger

"Yeah? You want another? Want daddy to give you another finger in this pussy?" He said as he looks up at you, you look down, nodding "please daddy"

"Good boy" he said as he thrusts another finger in, curling them and setting a steady pace.

"Uh uh uh, yes daddy yes" you moan and throw your head back. A smack on your clit makes you cry out

"Nuh uh, look at me" he demands as he fingers your dripping hole. You nod and moan as you look down at him.

"G-gonna cum" you moan out, thigh shaking. He chuckles and leans forward, kissing your needy clit before gently wrapping his lips around it and sucking.

You yell out and moan, writhing as he doubles down, letting his tongue flit your sensitive clit back and forth while you clench around his fingers, a white creamy ring forms on his fingers. He only stops when you push his head away, chuckling

"Cmon baby, give me one more, your clit is still so hard, look at it" he teases and blows on your red clit, hole still spasming a white creamy mess

"O-okay daddy" you nod and spread your shakey thighs again

"You really think you could handle my cock? You're creaming just from a couple kisses on your clit baby" he coos as he starts making out with your clit, its sloppy and filthy. Spit joining the puddle of slick on the couch. He flicks your clit over and over again as your hands go to his hair.

Your thighs cover his ears, he pulls away from your clit, going down and replacing his fingers in your sopping hole with his tongue, slurping up your creamy mess. He moans like it gives him pleasure while he shoves his tongue deep enough in you to see stars.

"Fuck r-robby you g-gotta stop" You yelp

He pulls off, panting heavily "why? What's wrong?" He said suddenly concerned

"Feel weird, like I'm gonna pee" you said embarrassed

He chuckles and plunges his fingers into your hole, searching around deep in your gummy walls and finding a spot that makes you desperately try to push him away

"Robby! Im gonna pee!"

"Cmon baby, give it to me" he doubles down his efforts by latching onto your clit, sucking hard while his other hand presses on your abdomen

"Daddy! Fuck! Fuckkkk! Im cumming!" You squeal and a stream of liquid squirts from your hole, trying to push his fingers out of your hole

Robby groans and switches his fingers for his mouth, slurping up all of the liquid he can until you are babbling and trying to push him away. After a couple minutes of catching your breath you finally say "I've never squirted before"

"Jesus, you're fucking perfect"

"Oh fuck, did you finish? Let me help" your hands go to his belt and he stops you

"I creamed my pants when you squirted all over my hand like a fucking fountain. Never seen stars like that before" robby said embarrassed as you look at the wet spot in his pants

"Jesus, cmon, lets shower" you said and go to stand but immediately buckle your knees

"How about a bath?" Robby chuckles and helps you to the bathroom.

Hello, hope you liked part 2. Thanks for the support, sorry it took so long.

[ohclaire]

Secretary!reader who is incredibly shy. The boys love messing with you, like to see how you squirm. You’ve started getting used to the comments and innuendos, your face hasn’t gotten any cooler, though.

Without fail when they walk past your desk in the morning, they’ll throw some quip your way.

“Well aren’t you a sight for me sore eyes, bird.” Johnny is always the most dramatic, and spends the most time loitering.

“Lookin’ as delicious as ever, sweetheart.” The captain throws a wink your way, he’s a walking HR violation.

“Mornin’, pretty.” Simon’s gruff voice is muffled from under the mask. You’re sure if you told anyone he said things like this they would get you checked.

“You still being good for us?” Kyle raps his knuckles on the wooden top of the desk, barely sparing you a glance as he struts past.

And without fail, you’ll flail and flounder and the blood will rush to your cheeks and they’ll just laugh and walk away like you weren’t contemplating your whole existence.

Of course it sent you into overthinking hell, because why did they keep doing it? Were they bullying you? Did they just think you so obstructive that they needed to bring your poor, long-untouched hopes up? Were they testing your tolerance? Did…did they actually mean the things they said? That one was obviously not the answer, but gosh they made your thoughts run away.

You never knew how they actually felt about you until your desk got moved to a more central location.

Someone retired and you blessedly got to abandon your rickety old desk that was next to the fan unit that never shut up. What that meant though, was you were now in the central path of travel into base instead of snuggled next to the side door only the 141 used.

You figured you’d seen the last of them because of that, after all why would they change their routine simply because your desk got moved?

Your theory was quickly disproven when the following Monday they strutted in through the main door to swing right past your new desk.

“Tryin’ to get rid of us, love?” John leans over the new desk, elbows splaying on the ledge, bare forearms exposed and flexing. You avert your gaze fast.

“No…desk opened up.” Your gaze flits back to the paperwork you’re completing.

“Old one wasn’t good enough for ya?” Inquires Ghost.

You raise your eyebrows and snort to yourself, keeping your eyes on your computer, “pretty sure it had termites.”

“Ah! Wouldn’t ya know, you can make jokes.” Johnny joins the ‘leaning-on-your-desk’ party.

You roll your eyes. This is just like in high school when the popular kids would say you were just so quiet. Or in elementary when the meanies would tug your hair or clothes. They were totally making fun of you. (You wish they meant what they said. That they actually had an interest in you).

“So can I expect you to change your route to bother me here, now?” You finally find their eyes. Deciding enough was enough and you should start to push back a little (even if that meant your hands were shaking aggressively).

“Yes, love.” Confirms Kyle with his stupid smile, “see you tomorrow!” He laughs and pats John’s shoulder like a signal. They all walk away. You convince yourself you don’t miss them.

And you try to ignore everyone else’s nosy gazes.

The actual realization came the next morning, when instead of the familiar faces of the 141, another gruff military man is standing at your desk.

Now, that wouldn’t be too weird except you weren’t that kind of secretary. You didn’t direct people or answer questions, you mostly just handled some paperwork. So you were a little confused on what he might need from you…maybe he was lost?

“Oh! Hello! Can I help you?” Might as well assist him while he’s here.

His gaze is no where near your eyes, rather roaming your body in a way that sends a shudder down your spine. (Nothing like how you feel when your the boys look at you).

He’s licking his lips and still not looking you in the eye when he answers, “I think you very much can, baby.”

Ew.

You try to keep it together but you’re not very good with conflict or uncomfortable situations, “um, sir…if you’re lost you can be directed by that gentleman over there,” you point to the secretary that does direct people.

“No…no I think I’m right where I need to be.” He smiles and finally makes eye contact, which is somehow worse. “How bout you stand up for me, baby, and we can see what we’re workin’ with.”

Oh you’re going to throw up. You’re flustered, and not in the good way, and you have no idea what your next move is when a large hand lands soundly on the desk next to his. Another slaps firmly onto the creep’s shoulder.

“We have a problem here?” You never thought you’d be so grateful to hear John Price’s stupid little accent in your life. For as much as they flirted with you, they never made you feel uncomfortable.

Even talking directly to this man, John’s gaze is solely on yours. Your shoulders drop. The rest of the 141 are behind him, practically surrounding the new guy.

He turns around, sensing the new status quo. “No! No problem here. Just tryin’ get some directions from this pretty thing here.” He keeps digging his hole.

“Well I suggest you find them somewhere else.” Simon’s tone leaves no room for argument. Besides, who in their right mind is disagreeing with him, ever.

All of their faces are dark, which is a stark contrast to the smirks and smiles they normally have for you. You’re beginning to comprehend why everyone finds them so intimidating.

Luckily, the creep knows when he’s lost and he scurries away.

There’s a silence for a moment before John turns back to you, “‘m sorry ‘bout that, love. Won’t happen again. I’ll make sure of it.” He gives you his stupid eye-crinkling grin that you pretend to hate before they all leave you alone again.

The next time you see Corporal Creep he’s sporting a black eye…you’re not going to draw any conclusions about that.

Pt. 2

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Playing House (blurb)

Ted lasso x male reader

Its no suprise that Ted wanted a perfect white Pickett fence life. After his divorce he thought he would never get it again. But here he was, sitting on his recliner, a young pretty boy on his knees sucking him dry, house clean, dinner leftovers put away and a beer on the table next to him. He thanks whatever god that brought him to you that night at the bar all those months ago.

"Fuckkk y-you're so good to me" he moans as you let your tongue dip into his slit, happily drinking the pre that comes out, looking up at him with glazed over eyes, pupils large

"S-shit g-got lip gloss marks on my balls baby" Ted groans as his hips involuntarily buck into your mouth, his hand resting on the back of your head, not pushing just enjoying

You moan around his dick, the vibrations making his eyes roll back "f-fuck baby gonna cum, g-gotta get off" Ted moans as he tries to push you off

When you instead take him as far as possible, his pubes tickling your nose. Ted swears he sees god as he shoots ropes down your throat, moaning out like a pornstar. "Oh yes, fuck yes, take it, s-shit you're so good to me, mmm"

You pull off, using your hands to draw out the last drops of cum. Kissing the tip one last time, giggling when his cock twitched from overstimulation. "Cute"

"Yeah sweetie? You trying to kill me?" Ted says with a breathless laugh when you finally pull off of his dick, sitting down in teds lap "not yet, think the boys on the team would be mad at me" you giggles. Ted rolls his eyes but plants a kiss on your cheek.

"Dont think I wont repay you tonight. Gonna have you sitting on this mustache all night" Ted says smoothly before turning the tv on, leaving you blushing and rubbing your thighs together.

Hope yall liked it, just got back into writing so please ignore any typos, ♡

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You are trouble (Michael robinavitch x ftm reader)

Warning: no smut but maybe in part 2. Age gap, mention of genitals, fem genital pronouns used

Robby was a lonely man, this was a known fact. Jack couldn't take it anymore, he was sick of the old man sulking around. Thats how robby ended up at a nightclub at 11pm on a Friday night.

"Im too old for this" Robby mutters as he takes a sip of his whiskey, which was enough money to make him consider leaving before even sitting down.

"cmon don't say that, plus you would just be at home drinking anyway, whats the difference" jack said as he leans his back on bar, his eyes to the crowd.

"The difference is I wouldn't look like an old creep, and my ears wouldn't be ringing tomorrow from this god awful remix they have playing" Micheal said as he flags the bartender down for another drink

"Im gonna go take a leak, when I come back you better have a better attitude" Jack said before leaving robby alone with his thoughts, never a good idea.

Im too old for this, what am I doing here?How mad would jack be if I left right now? I knew I shouldn't have agreed to his idea.

Robbys thoughts are interrupted by a tap on his shoulder, he turns around expected a Grey haired veteran, instead seeing a short youthful man.

"Hi" the man says

"Hello"

"Look this is gonna sound super crazy, and if you're not into this just tell me and i can leave you alone. But uhm you are very handsome and I was wondering if maybe you would join me for a dance?" The man rambles, blushing profusely as he avoids eye contact.

Robbys mind freezes, his face flushes pink in ways they have not in years, he tilts his head "sorry I must have misheard you, what?"

"S-sorry, uhm that was stupid. I will leave you to your whiskey" The man said, turning on his heel to leave without another thought

"Oh no no, don't go toying with an old man like that, you repeat what you said" Robby said as he grabs the man by his belt loop, taking the time to take a long look at the man. Youthful, looking fresh out of college, wearing shorts that could be considered underwear, a shirt with some reference hes probably two decades too old to get, fuck it's too hot in here, shouldn't have worn his hoodie.

The man blushes "w-well uhm I just was wondering if you would be into joining me for a dance, since youre uhm....really handsome"

"Well, that is something I have not heard in years. Think I'm gonna need to see some ID before you sit down" Robby said with a slight smirk.

"O-oh yeah!" He giggles, going into his backpocket and fishing out a wallet, showing his ID.

Micheal leans in, taking out his reading glasses and putting them on to read the birthday 4/05/02 "Jesus!" Robby coughs out, almost having a stroke

The man laughs, taking the seat next to Robby "what?"

Robby sighs "2002? Thats really legal now, gosh I feel old" Robby says handing back the Id

The man can't help his smile and laugh "oh my god, I'm not that young, im 23, soon to be 24" he said as he leans on the bar a sliver of a tramp stamp showing from his dangerously low shorts.

"Jesus, you realize I can't accept a dance from you right?" Micheal said as he tries to avoid the eyes you're giving him that make him question all his morals

"What? Why? You not into guys?" He giggles as he tilts his head

"No thats not it, I've done a fair share of experimenting. But its the fact that *i have tattoos older than you*" he said as he runs a hand through his hair, not missing the way your thighs rub together

The man leans a little closer "and maybe I like that? Just means more experience right?"

"*oh ho ho, you are trouble*"

"So....are we dancing or?" The man said as he slowly slips off of the stool, robby lets the man take a couple steps before following him

Robby can't remember the last time he had a pretty young think grinding on him and if he thinks about it too long he might just pass out.

The man currently grinding on him whispers in his ear "so whats your name?"

Robby takes a minute to process the words with the way his ass is grinding on his bulge and his pretty lashes flutter "Michael, but everyone calls me robby"

"Mmm I like it, im (name)" he says as he takes robbys hand, putting one on his hip, and the other right above the button of his shorts, robby lets out a shaky breath

"Y-you uhm k-know I'm old enough to be your dad" robby said but makes no move to pull away

He giggles "you trying to turn me on?" He said as his hands go up into robbys hair, his nails gently running down robbys neck, robby lets out an embarrassingly broken moan into the man's neck.

"Jesus thats probably the hottest thing I've ever heard" the man said as he starts leaving kisses down the side of robbys neck

"Fuck...you are trouble, you are gonna give me a heart attack" robby said, the man just giggles, taking robbys hand on his lower stomach and leading it lower and lower.

Robbys pupils become the size of dinner plates when instead of feeling a cock, he feels a throbbing nub and wet lips. Robby opens his mouth to speak but can't form words

"Oh, probably should've told you" the man said as he takes his hands off of robby, feeling a little shy now

"W-well yes, but I never said I minded." Robby said as he takes the man's hand, kissing the back of it.

"Really?"

"Sweetheart, I am a man, I don't give a damn. I wont say it didnt shock me, but im never gonna say no to an extra hole" robby said with wink

The man blushes "w-wow uhm that's not what I was expecting." Two girls around his age come over "(name)! The Uber is here!"

The man stutters but robby smiles "I understand, can I maybe give you my number?" The man nods and they switch information before being dragged away by his friends. Jack smirks "well"

Robby swears hes had a heart attack "jesus! Brother you can not do that! How much of that did you see?"

Jack smirks "enough to have material to make fun of you til we are dead"

Pt 2?

Hello, Its my first time posting here, maybe ill do a part two with smut. Sorry for the typos, wrote this late. Love robby but never see enough tboy action. Need that old man in ways concerning to god.