alright forget about transfem soda for a second, everyone loves transfem soda, we all adore her and admire her and she's lovely and amazing but SOMETHING THAT SITS WITH ME.
is that STEVE RANDLE. is the one who's been headcanoned by HINTON HERSELF ,, .. to like wearing, as one may so simply put, a bra here and there
LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN. sit down. let me talk.
I'm just saying. have we ever truly considered, that under all that rough masculinity...
is a girl... a very pretty girl randle...
just think on it with me for a second here okay, like yes soda is a VERY pretty girl, but i think. I'M JUST SAYING...
..i think steve could always be a stephanie...
stephanie is a white ass girl name actually, I'll pick something better for her 💀 BUT JUST SIT ON THE IDEA, OKAY?
Summary: You don't quite understand the concept of no, so August has to teach you a lesson.
Wordcount: 676
Warnings: Daddy kink, punishment. reader is a brat. Spanking. blowjobs, deepthroat. Male orgasm
The concept of no was foreign to you. Now, August couldn’t really hold that against you, since he was a big contributor to this bratty behaviour, but boy does he wish you would just fucking listen.
You were a total brat and you didn’t even hide it anymore. You misbehaved in front of his friends, wearing a skimpy dress as it was a hot and humid day. You were clingy and while that’s nothing new, your hand kept squeezing his thigh, teasingly brushing over his groin.
He told you off quietly, but you didn’t listen.
And here you were.
Stripped naked, sitting on the couch waiting for him. He took a sip of his scotch, as he sat on the other couch. You knew you had done something wrong.
‘Look at me.’
So you did. Shy eyes met his. Almost—almost—he felt sorry for you.
‘What’d you do?’
‘Was a brat,’ you mumbled.
‘Why?’
You shrugged.
His empty glass landed hard on the coffee table. ‘Answer me.’
‘I don’t know,’ she quickly said. ‘I just… I just really wanted you.’
He let out a scoff. ‘Come,’ he said and you were quick to get up on your feet. You knew exactly what was expected from you, as you laid over his lap, bum up. He squeezed the flesh. ‘What do you think?’ he asked. ‘How many spanks?’
‘How much you think is necessary, daddy.’
He smirked. Fuck, he trained you so well. ’Start counting.’
His hand landed on your behind and he heard your soft voice, strained with pleasure: ‘One.’
Normally he’d set a pace, but normally this wasn’t this big of a punishment. His palm yet again landed on your soft and supple flesh.
‘Two.’
The skin slowly turned reddish, as he heard little whimpers coming from your lips. His irregular spanks caused you to tense up, thinking you’d be on the receiving end of a smack, but then nothing.
‘Nineteen.’ Slap. ‘Twenty.’
He soothingly massaged your bottom, as you took in deep breaths, trying to regulate your breathing. His fingers laced through your hair, pulling you up, causing him to smirk. Your mascara ruined, which was one of his favorite looks on you.
He had it all planned out and he had you just the way he loved you: mascara ruined, sunken on a large suction cup dildo, waiting for him. Waiting for his next move.
He had undone himself from his clothing and brought his hard length to your lips. You parted them submissively, letting your tongue circle around his tip, cleaning it from its precum.
He felt himself totally slide down your throat and he used your mouth to chase his own high. Sure, he heard you gag around him, but you had to learn your lesson.
You took him well, easy even. When he pulled out, you gasped for air.
‘Listen to me: never ever ever do something like that again. Next time what do you do?’
‘Listen to daddy,’ you said. His cock slid passed your lips again, totally bottoming out, your nose pressed against his pubes. He never was this rough, but with the way your throat just opened, he followed his gut. It didn’t take long before he came, his semen shooting down your throat.
He took a seat back on the couch again and he could see you wanted to take place on his lap, but knowing you were already skating on thin ice, you stayed put, your cunt wrapped around the dildo.
‘Daddy,’ you whimpered. ‘I’m really sorry.’
‘You learned your lesson?’
You nodded. ‘Yes, I did.’
He patted his leg, allowing you to come up to him. You stood up, the dildo slick with your juices and quickly went up to him. You curled up on his lap, pressing kisses on his cheek, desperate to make up to you.
‘I love you, daddy,’ you whispered against his skin. ‘I love you so much.’
He wrapped his arms around you. ‘Daddy loves you too.’
