smut prompt 2.
doin a (cooking?) stream with j and all the otk people wtvs and you atart grinding on him subtly when he comes up behind u (ur half bent over a counter or summat and he pushes his hips into urs) n then js get more frequent once he sits down somewhere n u sit on his lap still in frame
he makes u move after cuz big guy can't controll himself and then later on u both end up stood up in frame and u literally grap his dick through his sweats and squeeze it like a clown nose xxx
very vivid I had this dream the other day so x
erm new here too 🍓 anon if possible
love ur writing bbs xx
hi lovie!! ofc <3
what's cookin' good lookin'?- jschlatt
minors dni
pairing: jschlatt x fem/afab! reader
prompt : “stop before someone sees!”
i made this a chuckle sandwich stream since i haven't binged otk yet <3
streaming with schlatt was always a fun time, but add ted and charlie to the mix? pure chaos. the four of you decided to have a baking contest, including decorating. schlatt took a big glob of batter on his finger and went to swipe it down your nose. “i will full name you right now don’t you fucking dare schlatt!” he didn’t listen to you, smearing chocolate down your nose.
he laughed while licking off his finger and kissing your now covered nose. ted handed you a paper towel to clean up the rest and went back to his and charlie’s batch.
as you bent over the counter to throw away the paper towel, schlatt came up behind you and grabbed your hips and grinded against you quickly. that was just the start of his incessant teasing, he’d do that, whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and worst of all he would grab your ass randomly. “jay, stop before someone sees!”
as the cakes went into the oven, the stream moved into the living room. you got pulled onto your boyfriend’s lap and were welcomed with a kiss. it was usually easy for you to get comfy on his large thighs but today it was a problem. you wiggled around in his lap, desperately trying to get in a comfortable position, but little did you know what you were doing to him. “gettin’ revenge on me now are ya doll?” he groaned lowly in your ear. you didn’t realize what he meant at first until you felt something like your behind. “maybe i was, or maybe i was just trying to get comfy.” a small bonus to your troubles. “if you don’t stop moving i will take you in the bathroom right fuckin’ now doll. either move or settle down.”
a hour or so passes and the cakes have finished baking and cooling, causing the set up to move back to the kitchen. as you and jay stand up, you grab his dick quickly squeezing it, barley even a second and it leaves him in shock, running to hide behind the counter in his gray sweats.
you finish decorating the cakes and chat voted you schlatt as the winners. “thank you guys so much for watching! stay tuned for more content with these clowns coming up soon bye!”
schlatt grabbed your hand and dragged you to the bathroom and pinned you against the door.
“now, be quiet my little dolly, and i’ll let you cum as many times as i want.”
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Hi bb how are you? I hope you’re doing well!
I have an important request for you. I’ve just read the one-shot inspired to The Other Woman and I can’t stop crying. So, only if you want obv, could you please write a sequel where reader has an happy ending? I know that this one-shot was meant to end badly since it’s inspired from the song but I need a relief. You can do how you feel like, I don’t need the endgame between her and Frank, I just want her to be happy and move on.
Love ya, have a good day!
- 🍓anon
read ‘the other woman’ here! this will probably only make sense if you read her first x
pairing: dbf!frank x reader
warnings: mmmmm kinda angst, suggestive themes.
summary: pretty much an ending to ‘the other woman’. idk if it’s happy or sad, y’all can decide 🫶
i mixed a bunch of requests in one so for everyone that wanted a part two, this is it! i’m pretty sure this is the end to the other woman, but i guess if y’all have more suggestions then send them through.
it is NOT the end of dbf!frank tho! definitely not!
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Empty beer bottles in hand, you open the recycling cabinet and dump the glass bottles in with a loud clank before making your way to the fridge and grabbing out a new carton.
Pulling them out one by one, you set each of them on the counter as you discard the cardboard. Just as you’re about to gather them all in your arms to cautiously carry outside, approaching footsteps stop you.
Heart dropping just a little, you give a curt smile, grabbing a bottle and handing it to him- well, shoving it into his chest.
Frank averts his gaze from the bottle to you and then back to the bottle before scoffing and taking it from you, “Thanks.” His fingers graze yours and your surprised you don’t feel the butterflies in your stomach like you once did. He unscrews the cap with a pop, before throwing it in the bin to his left and taking a sip. “He’s a good kid.” He suddenly says and you look up at him.
He’s obviously talking about your boyfriend, Bucky. This is his going away party after all. When your parents found at that he was joining the military- along with Steve, they all but insisted to throw a going away party. It was supposed to cushion the blow of his leave, but to be entirely honest, it only made things worse.
But, in a sense it was also your going away party too. The day after Bucky leaves, you’ll be on your way to the city where you’ve got an apartment and a promotion at your job.
You’re obviously not far from home, but you’re away.
You smile, raising your brows before scoffing, “Thanks for the blessing.” It was meant as a joke, truly. You were just playing around and in no way trying to be a little shit about the whole situation and Frank was only trying to start conversation, you’re certain. But the way Franks face drops, you realise he obviously didn’t read it that way.
“That’s not what I meant-“ He stutters over his words, clearly panicking.
“I’m kidding.” That seems to clear the air a little. He kind of just pauses, observing your features to make sure you’re telling the truth. Once he realises how silly it all was, he smiles- almost embarrassed.
Neither of you make a move to leave, you both just stand there. Comfortably. Its a little strange though. Having gone through that… ‘break up’, not talking about it ever since and suddenly being able to comfortably stand in the same room with each other.
Ever since Franks visit to your house the morning after it all happened, that was the last you’d properly spoken to him without being forced or prompted. Your parents were, of course, clueless still (and will forever remain that way) so you couldn’t just not talk to Frank whenever he would come over - which did happen to be less and less.
It was more so for your sake that he didn’t visit, but your parents perceived it as him and Karen spending time together. But eventually, your parents would tell him to bring her over, so his disappearance was short lived.
You managed to stay tucked away in your room most times. Or you would rush to the bathroom and say you were getting ready to go out to Natasha’s or something and that you were in a rush so there was no time for small talk.
That always worked. Frank knew what you were doing too. He didn’t blame you.
It wasn’t until about a year later that you no longer ached whenever you saw Frank and Karen together out in his front yard or over at your house.
Now that you had Bucky, and a new beginning to your adult life, you were moving on. Had moved on. You still loved Frank, of course, but you weren’t in love with him. You’re sure he would say the same for you.
“So you clearly got a type then?” He breaks you out of your thoughts and you raise a curious brow up at him, “Servicemen.”
You snort, though he had a point.
“Or maybe I just have a thing for guys that leave me.” You quirk, but again, Franks smile falls from his face and you roll your eyes.
He smiles again, understanding that you’re just joking. Hey, at least you can actually joke about it now. A few months ago, you probably couldn’t even think about Frank without tearing up.
“And when do you leave?” He asks, changing the subject and you fiddle with your fingers.
“Day after tomorrow.”
He just nods, looking down at you with a proud look on his face that almost makes you drop to your knees- nope. Not anymore.
“Congrats, kid.” He punches your shoulder softly- and you know it’s just his way of hugging you since he’s unsure whether or not it’s okay, “It’s a big thing, you got going for ya’.”
“Thanks, Frank.” You smile, looking down at your feet- however, catching the glare of the gold band on his left hand and suddenly remembering what had happened last week, “Congrats on the engagement by the way.”
As you look up at him, he kind of malfunctions. It’s clearly a touchy subject for the both of you and he’s surprised you brought it up, “Yeah, thank you.” He smiles, glancing down at the ring on his finger and unable to help the smile on his face when he remembers putting the rock on Karen’s. Reaching into his back pocket, you raise a brow, “Got you something… lil’ goin’ away gift.” You tentatively look at him, as he hold out a small rectangular box, wondering both how he fit it into his pocket and what the fuck is inside, “Don’t worry, it’s safe.”
Taking it from him carefully, you set it on the counter top and open up the lid.
“S’got everything you need for when you leave.” He says as you look over the keychain.
It’s got a small pepper spray bottle, a brass knuckle, a swiss army knife, an alarm, a window smasher thing and seatbelt blade all attached on one ring that can attach to your keys.
It’s a great gift. Especially for New York City. But you can’t help but get all flustered.
“I’m not going far.” You remind him. Which is true. You’re only across the Washington Bridge and a hop, skip and a jump and you’re at your apartment.
“I know.” He shrugs, “But you’re moving into the city and- I won’t be able to look out for you as much.”
“Pervert.” You mutter, nudging his side and he fakes offence. Looking over the gift, you can’t help the smile. He’s right though. Catching the train and all, you’re bound to need all of this. Without thinking, you just hug him, taking him by surprise clearly from the way he doesn’t immediately hug you back, “Thank you.” But it’s not long before he wraps his arms around your shoulders and you both simultaneously relax in each other’s embrace- it’s been so long. It’s clearly more than just a hug for his gift… you both know that.
Abs you both know that you know that.
“Thanks for everything, Frank.” You pull yourself from the hug, and you don’t miss the way Frank frowns softly at the lack of touch. Nervously, you play with one of the bottles in front of you, looking up at Frank every so often, “You taught me a lot… and not just in… that way.” You both laugh knowingly and god, it’s so nice to see Franks smile again- and know that you’re the reason behind it. Letting go of the bottle- along with your nerves, you sigh heavily, “I don’t regret anything.” You confess, a sad smile on your face as you think back to what you said that day… and how you lied and said you did in fact regret sleeping with Frank, “And I’m really happy you have Karen.”
He pulls you in for another hug, this time you wrap your arms around his neck and find yourself at your tip toes as he wraps his arms around your waist.
And it’s then that you realise, you’ll both always love each other. Even if you weren’t meant to be, even if you’ll never love each other like that again, you both have a place in each other’s heart.
You’re not the other woman, you never were. And you never will be. For ‘the other woman’ will never have his love to keep. You’ll always have Franks love.
“Don’t forget about any of us once you’re famous.”
“I’m sorry, who are you again?“
Exiting the hug, he helps you grab the bottles of beer, walking together back out to the party.
“Hey, you know he’s gonna have to cut those precious locks off when he gets there, right?” He asks quietly as they near the door to the backyard.
“I know.” You hum, “I’ll put them to good use tomorrow morning.”
Frank just smiles, shaking his head as he follows you out, going seperate ways as you head for Bucky and he for Karen.
You don’t interact much for the rest of the evening. There’s no need to, really. Though, that doesn’t stop Frank from glancing over at you every so often, making sure you’re okay and that there aren’t any red flags in your boyfriend that he’s previously missed.
When he glanced over at you once again, however, he finds you alone. Bucky’s up at the grill talking to your Dad and you’re tucked up on the chair, concentrating on something in your lap. It’s only when you pull it out of your lap and closer to your eyes that Frank sees it’s his keychain he gifted to you and your trying to hook the hoop onto your set of keys.
He smiles at your lack of skill in simply connecting the two together, especially when you could easily just transfer the two single keys you had on your other key chain onto the one Frank had gifted on you, instead of vice versa.
However, Frank can’t find it in him to make fun of you much longer at the sight of the two keys you own. If what he’d assumed was correct, you should only have one key. The key to your house. You were yet to buy a car, but he knows you made a promise to both yourself and your parents that your car would be the first big thing you buy with your own money. So, unless the second key is the key to Bucky’s home, which he knows isn’t the case because the kid lives with his parents still, then it’s the key to Franks house.
Looking back over at Bucky, Frank notices how he’s now alone at the grill, your Dad heading off into the kitchen and probably having asked Bucky to watch the food.
Taking a final sip of his beer, draining it, he stands up, telling Karen he’ll be back in a second before stalking towards Bucky.
Patting him on the back, he feels the kid jolt underneath his hand, smiling when he realises it’s just his girlfriends Dad’s best friend.
“Hey, good on you for enlisting. Best decision of my life.” Frank starts off, so as to not look so suspicious. Bucky smiled up at him, but before he can speak, Frank drops his own smile, speaking lowly, “If you break her heart, I will kill you with my bare hands.”
Patting his back in two harsh swats, he winks at the petrified, long haired boy before heading into the house.
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asiah it's horny hours for me rn, bare with me okay? okay-
so just draken, stuffing his gigantic, monster dick down your throat and you swear you've been practicing just so you could deepthroat this mf, pleasure him and make him proud (cause you live for that praise, you praise deprived slut) but you can't take it and finds that just adorable-
"you know you can tap out anytime baby, don't overdo it."
and then you're pulling him out of your lil mouth with a pout -
"no way, i totally can!" and proceed to choke on it lmaoooo
ugh just soft!dom draken and his bimbo gf thank u for coming to my horny ted talk <3
ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ oral sex (m. receiving). (17+).
but just imagine, draken just sitting there, slouched over, pretty eyes watching the way you gloss your sloppy tongue over the crown of his cock, leedle hands barely wrapping around his sheer mass as you struggle to take him in. and he can tell your just kitten lickin’ him to pass some time so you can think of ways to get your tight little throat to suck him in...
‘n draken finds it so cute! watching the way your pretty head tilts, pretty lips parting with a huff to falter from between them before trying to wrap them around his prodding tip that blushes in a light pink just like his ears...
“baby, ‘s okay.. don't want you to choke pretty girl.. well, not too much..” his words are soft to your ears just like the large hand soothing at the top of your head in reasurance, but you ignore them, determined to finally have his fat cock stuffing your throat and puffing your cheeks up. and just in one gagging swift motion, hands gripping at his toned thighs as a safe haven as you finally take him in, feeling his thickness stretching your mouth open and gliding down your throat roughly.
it stings at the foreign feel and makes you gag, retching just at the fat of his tip before bullying the rest in...
drool sloppily pools out to the floor, eyes pricking with salty tears, toes curling and kicking at the floor softly, but seeing the way how his head tilts back, long strands of black hair flowing down his neck, his adams apple bobbing as pretty moans slip out from between his bitten lips, it makes all the pain worth it..
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