#like fuck jesus okay have fun wiht that then

[robitherat]

beating my head against the wall rn

#whyyyyy oh whyyyyyyyy can my mother not just be noooormaaaaaaaaalllll #why does everything end in tears with her ohh my god #not even mad or anything rn just. tired. and vaguely frustrated #like idk what the fuck she was even trying to do !!!! #shes tryinng to get my senior pics loaded from the cam onto the computer (which my dad set up so obviously he did it all with his acc.) #and like shes just. going to fuck knows where. not even in the fucking file explorer and when she WAS in the FE she just. stared. at the #att the folders. and i was like can i try. and she straight up said no all pissily #like fuck jesus okay have fun wiht that then #and then fucking. douglas comes down to try and show us this video of a newscaster saying my Football Nephew's name for a brief secong #which justsohappened to be the exact second that the computer got a VERY LOUD notif that my mom glanced at and then missed #the news thing entirely #and when she was like 'what am i listening for' douglas just fucking bumbles out of the goddamn basement livingroom and back up the stairs #like saying things over his shoulder as my mom is trying to explain and just fucking #ignoring. everything. while mom continues to do fuck all on the computer #until she gets so pissy about everything shes near tears and stomps upstairs to ask my dad for his fucking microsoft password #i bailed at that point. like this has just been the most fun way to spend my evening. but i literally just came down here to show you #a funny post. one post #and then all this #ugh. fucking. anyways #robi rambles #vent #parent mention

[hornsbeforehalos]

All I Need

Paring: RSJ x OFC ( @sorenmarie87) Warnings: RPF, Fluff. A/N: This is for my 300 Follower Contest winner, @sorenmarie87 <3 Thank you for following me, love, you’re amazing as always <3 *DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ANYWHERE. I WILL FIND YOU.* No disrespect is intended towards RSJ and his family. They’re amazing. Song Lyrics are from “All I Need,” By Louden Swain.  Request: Ohh could I get an RSJ drabble - with the OFC named Mel.  Fluff would work for this~  could it be a combo of these two prompts? "Imagine person A of your OTP relentlessly flirting with B in public, just to see B blush." and “I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting" Tags: @aquivercactus @srj1990 @dragongirl420 @docharleythegeekqueen  @jesbakescookies  @make-things-beautiful2  @through-thesilver-lining @sorenmarie87  @daddy-kink-confirmed @redm81 @reigningqueenofwords  

“Rob! Rich! It’s so good to see you two!” She shouted as she darted towards them, arms outstretched as she jumped into Rob’s waiting embrace.

“It’s good to see you too, Mel!” He laughed back, snaking his arms around her shoulders to hug her tightly. 

-SMACK-

“OW! Richard!” She screeched in surprise, jerking away from Rob to rub her redening behind, “What the fuck!?”

“What? I thought you were my friend? I slap all my friends’ asses in greeting,” Richard said innocently, smile curling his face as he admired the blush creeping up over her neck to her cheeks. 

“Sure you do, Rich, sure you do.” Robbie commented, shaking his head as he chuckled at him. 

They stood in line at the little pizzeria, waiting for their turn, and Richard couldn’t help himself. He threw his arm around her shoulders, nudging her closer to his side and planted a smacking kiss to the side of her face, enjoying the even deeper shade of red that painted her features. 

“Why do you torment the poor girl, dude?” Rob giggled with a sigh, rolling his eyes at his friends abrasiveness. It wasn’t lost on him how they both felt about each other, Hell, it was fucking obvious as shit, but neither of them had the gall to actually do anything about it for some reason. 

“Because it’s fun, Bob-o! I mean, look, look at that pretty little face! I can’t help that I just want to kiss those cheeks every time I see them!”

“Jesus Christ,” She breathed, ears burning as she took a step forward, her eyes squinting to read the menu in front of them, “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.” Richard grinned back, tightening his grip on her shoulder slightly and bumping his hip into hers playfully. 

‘I love you, you buffoon,’ She thought to herself, flapping her lips as she exhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves.

“What can I get ya?” The cashier asked, looking at the three expectantly. 

“I’ll have a calzone, please, and Bob-o would like a piece of the supreme, and for the beautiful little princess, here, will have that amazing smelling speghetti you got workin’ over there.” RIchard replied, ruffling Mel’s hair before kissing the crown of her head. 

“You know me too well,” She giggled as she peered up at him, smile beaming. 

Chuckling again, he maneuvered her to stand directly in front of him while they waited on their food, wrapping both arms around her shoulders and clasping his hands behind her neck, “I make it a point to pay attention, sweetheart. Especially to you.”

She looked away shyly, lips planted in a smile that hardly ever waivered when he was around her. 

Their food came and they found a quiet corner booth to sit down in, Richard squishing her against thew all practically as he pressed against her as close as possible. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin at his closeness, sending a delightful flutter of butterflies directly to his belly. 

“So,” Rob started, munching into his slice and wiping his mouth wiht a napkin as he chewed, “You comin’ to the show tomorrow, Mel?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, it’s been too long since I’ve seen you guys play.” Mel replied, twirling the noodles and sauce over her fork. She looked up to Richard, catching him smiling down at her, “You’ll be there too, right Richie?”

His heart skipped a beat at the use of the nickname, his bright eyes twinkling in the low light of the resturant and the sunshine peeking through the window, “You know it, baby cakes. I’ll be there with a shot glass waiting for you,” 

“You know I don’t drink, Rich,” She giggled, shaking her head before bringing her bite to her mouth, chewing slowly and savoring the taste before swallowing, “Remember what happened last time you tried to feed me alcohol?”

“Oh, come on, you turn the cutest shade of pink when you’re drunk.” He replied, amusement coating his words, “Plus, you know I’ll take care of you if you puke again.”

“Just watch my shoes,” Rob added with his own smirk.

Her skin burned at the memory, her hands darting up to cover her face as she shook her head in embarrassment, “You hate me, don’t you, Richard?”

“Quite the opposite, actually,” Rob snarked, earning him a kick to the shin under the table and a glare from his best friend, whose own cheeks flushed over at the teasing. 

“Okay, so I’ll be sure to keep the Shirley Temples flowing all night, how’s that sound?” Rich promised, taking a rather large bite of the calzone he’d ordered and successfully dripping sauce all over his scruffy chin.

“Jesus, you eat like an animal!” Rob commented, barking out a laugh as he took his own bite. 

Mel’s finger instantly darted out to relieve his beard of the sauce it’d gathered, drying Richard’s mouth as he watched her pop the digit between her lips to suck it off.

‘God damn, she doesn’t even know.’ he thougth, his one tongue darting out to wet his parched lips as his pupils visibly darkened at the sight before him. 

The trio finished their meals and exited the restaurant, Rob and Rich standing with her as she fished her keys out of her purse.

“It’s so good to have you guys in town, even for a couple of days. I missed you both so much.” She smiled, finding her keychain and pressing the unlock button, “I can’t wait to see you play tomorrow.” 

“We missed you too, hun. Some of us more than others.” Rob quirked as he reeled her in for a hug, his eyebrows wagging in Richard’s direction, earning him another blush from the woman. 

“See you tomorrow, Melly,” Richard said as she pulled away from Rob and stepped into his open arms, “Let us know when you’re O-T-W so I know to look for you.”

“You got it, see you tomorrow.” She replied sweetly, giving them a small wave goodbye as she crawled into her car.

As promised, when Mel walked into the venue with her hair curled perfectly and her makeup just right, Richard was waiting with a Sprite and Grenadine in his hand right by the bar beside the entrance. His chest flipped and he actually gasped, like one of those scenes when the groom sees his bride for the first time walking down the isle. 

She tilted her head to the side owlishly as she approached him, her brows furrowed slightly, “Is something wrong?”

Blinking twice, he regained his composure quickly before grasping her shoulders, smile beaming across his face as he commented, “Well, don’t you look a-mothereffing-mazing!”

Even with the only illumination in the room being muliticolored strobes, Richard could see her flesh pinken at his praise. He pulled her to his chest, his arms snaking around her waist to squeeze her close, “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Thanks,” She replied quietly, still flushed and vermilion, as they made their way to where Rob and the rest of the band were beginning to check their instruments before they began playing. 

The pair never strayed from each other the entire night, Rich either holding her hand not to get lost in the crowd or standing behind her with his hands on her hips, swaying with her to the beat of the music. 

“This is a favorite of one of my friends here tonight who I haven’t gotten the pleasure to see in a while.” Rob rasped into the mic, sweat beading from his forehead as his eyes found her face in the crowd. He smirked and winked in her direction before strumming the chords to “All I Need.”

Mel threw the hand that isn’t holding onto Richard’s into the air and loudly sang the words,

“So I’m talking alone with a frosty-haired girl at the bar, She says she’s from Mexico, so I respond with “Wow, that’s far!” Somewhere there in between Vodka fueled breath in my ear, I lose hold of gravity keepin’ my legs right here.”

Richard sings along with her, of course, jumping slightly with her when the chorus sounds, and let out a particularly loud bark of laughter at her silly dancing, but something about the last line of the words tugged at his heart strings in a way he’d never felt before,

“But Oh, Margarita, I’m taking it easy, cuz I gotta promise to keep. It depends on me, senorita, She’s all I need.”

He wrapped his arms around her sternum and pulled her back further into his chest, and feeling her firmly against him for what feels like the first time. The scent of her shampoo and hairspray filled his nose as he nuzzled into her, her hands going to hold onto his arms and secure them in place. Her eyes losed as she reveled in the moment, praying that she wasn’t experiencing some form of lucid dream as Rob continued with the second verse.

He loosened his arms for a moment to spin her around, her hands clasping around his neck as she looked up to him through her lashes. Winking as they continued to sway, he brought his lips to her ear for his favorite part,

“...I get home and I crawl into bed, I whisper, ‘I love you,’ and you won’t quite hear what I said, But Oh, Margarita, I’m taking it easy, Cuz I gotta promise to keep. It depended on me, depended on me, And Now I believe, And now I can see, Now I believe, senorita, She’s all I need.”

Slowly, and unsure, their lips found each others, a sweet and tender kiss erupting and spreading warmth to both of their souls. Not wanting to ruin anything or push her too far, Richard pulled away after a few moments, licking his lips and tasting where she’d been while curling a hand to her face and smiling down at her. She responded with the same shy grin, but her eyes twinkled just a little bit more than usual. 

“Love you, Melly,” He said softly, his eyes searching hers with bated breath. 

“Love you too, Rich,” She beamed, face brightening as she pulled him even closer.

And then he kissed her again.

#richard speight jr x ofc #rsj x ofc #rsj x you #rsj fluff #richard speight jr fanfiction #gabriel fanfiction #richard speight jr rpf #rob benedict rpf #richard speight jr x you #gabriel x you #gabriel x ofc #gabriel x reader

[soaimagines]

No Strings Attached

Request: Imagine your Bobbys daughter and FWB with Tig.

I kinda went a different direction here, I hope you guys like it.

Smut 💦

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“Tig!” You moaned as he rubbed his thumb against your clit. You stopped your hips from rolling against his, the double sensation becoming too much and you placed your hands on his chest, leaning against him to catch your breath. “Who said you could stop, baby girl?” He scolded. “I did,” You panted. “Ya know, since I'm doing most of the work.” Tig shrugged. “Hey, you're  the one who wanted to be on top.” “I like being in charge.” You smirked. “Is that so?” Tig bucked his hips, pushing his erection further into you and you moaned. “Mm-hmm.” You moved your hips back and forth, slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he slid inside you. TIg smirked and grabbed your hips tightly, and you knew you'd have bruises there tomorrow. You slid your hips back, so only the tip of him rested inside you before you rolled your hips forwards once more and both of you moaned as every inch of him filled you. “Ohh baby,” Tig moaned.  “Shut up.” You ordered and slapped his hands away from your hips. He raised an eyebrow but obeyed. You grabbed his wrists and held them above his head, pinning them to the bed. He licked his lips and breathed in your scent and you rolled your hips slowly against him once more before letting go of his wrists. He didn't try to move them and you sat straight, a soft moan escaping your lips at the change of position . Tig eyed your bare chest hungrily, admiring the soft curves of your breasts and the small bite marks already bruising across them. You leant back and placed your hands on his thighs before pulling your legs forward so you were squatting on top of him. He growled in approval and you smirked as you pushed yourself up. You hovered your body over his, teasing him with just his tip inside you. His eyes were glued to your core, seeing your folds wrapped around the tip of his cock, dripping wiht your juices was driving him wild and if you didn't start fucking him soon he was gonna have to take control. Suddenly you slammed your body down, taking all of him inside you in one abrupt movement. “Oh god baby,” Tig groaned, fighting hard not to move his hands. You grinned and lifted your body up and down. Each movement brought you closer to the edge. Tig could tell you were close and he couldn't resist any longer. He licked his thumb before pressing it against your clit and rubbing circles. “Fuck, Tig!” Your walls began to tighten around him and you were overcome with pleasure. “Good girl, baby.” You dropped to your elbows, either side of him as your body trembled around him, both of you moaning through your orgasms as he found his release. Tig wrapped his arms around you, holding you to his chest as you both caught your breath. After a few minutes you rolled off him and lay beside him, a thin layer of sweat coating both of your bodies. You laid like that for a few minutes before you swung your legs off the bed and stood, shaking out your arms as you did. “Well, that really was as fun as I remembered.” You walked around the room, picking up your scattered clothing. “Im surprised you remember last time.” Tig laughed. “You were wasted, doll.” You turned towards him and put your hands on your hips, a mock stern expression on your face. “You takin advantage of drunk girls, Tiggy?” “Please, if anything you took advantage of me.” “Yeah, who could resist, huh?” “I cant help that I was blessed with good looks, (y/n).” You laughed and walked around the bed. “I know, Tiggy. I know.” You leant down and kissed his lips before heading for the shower. With your back turned, you didn't notice the strange expression on his face. When you returned to the room he was still in the same position; lying naked on the bed, a sheet draped loosely over him and a joint between his fingers. You quickly dried off and pulled on your clothes, Tig watching you thoughtfully. “You leaving?” “Yeah,” You fished your shoes out from under the bed and tugged them on. “Dad wants to take me out for breakfast so I gotta get home before he gets there.” “Why don't you just go grab him, he's in his dorm.” “What?!” You turned to Tig. “He crashed out last night.” He shrugged. “Old man cant handle his booze these days.” Your eyes widened in disbelief. “Jesus Christ, Tig! Why didn't you say anything?!” “Really, doll? You think your dads gonna recognise the sound of your moans?” You swore steam was coming out of your ears and you were about to argue when he cracked a smile. “Im just kidding baby. He went home last night.” “I swear to God, Trager I am gonna kill you one of these days.” You fumed. Tig frowned, still as casual as ever. “Then who are you gonna fuck?” You laughed. “Thankfully theres plenty more dick in the world.” Tig clutched his hand to his heart with mock hurt and you laughed again more leaning over him and pecking his lips. “I’ll see you later?” “I’ll be here.” Tig watched you leave, checking the hallway was empty before sliding out of the room. ~

Tig laid there for several more moments before it became too cold to tolerate, and the joint in his hand was almost burnt out. Goosebumps waved over his skin as a cool breeze wafted over his sweat covered body and he forced himself off the soft bed sheets. He stubbed the remains of his joint out in the ashtray on his bedside table and headed for the shower. Standing under the shower head, Tig let the steaming hot water wash away the scent of you. He closed his eyes and stepped under the stream. And as the water splashed his face and  flowed down his skin he thought back to the day you had come into his life.

X

The door had slammed and Tig had turned towards the door, only to see her marching into the room. “Is my dad here?” It was only Juice and himself in the room and Juice had turned his head to the side, a blank look on his face. “He could be.” Tig said. “What?” “I could be your daddy.” He licked his lips. She raised her eyebrows and stared at him for a moment before turning to Juice. “Is this guy serious?” Juice had nodded. “Sadly, yeah.” He smiled apologetically. She turned back to Tig and sighed. “Is Bobby here?” “Wait Bobbys your dad?” Juice had interrupted. “Yeah.” “(Y/n)? Long time no see!” Clays voice boomed through the room and you all turned to look at him. She smiled at the familiar face and walked towards the President. “Hey Clay, is dad here?” “Hes in his dorm, sweetheart.” She thanked him before heading down the hallway he had pointed to. Tig and Juice were standing there, staring at Clay with confused looks on their faces. “Dont even think about it.” Clay had warned before walking past them and heading into Chapel.

Tig had been very interesed in her sudden arrival and had finally learnt (thanks to Gemma) that she was, in fact, Bobbys daughter from a one night stand many years ago. Her mother had kept her a secret from her father for years before finally allowing them to meet once she was a teenager. She had accepted the fact that her father hadn't known of her existence and they had slowly built a relationship, despite her living out of town. It was still unclear as to why she was in town, and Tig was interested in finding out. Or rather, he was interested in her. She had spent the day with her father, but now the sun had set and she was still here, drinking at the bar with Juice, while Bobby talked club business with Clay. Tig sauntered across the room and leant against the bar. “Sorry about earlier, doll. I didn't know who you were.” She looked at him and smiled. “And who are you?” “The man of your dreams.”Tig said. Both her and Juice groaned, before she laughed loudly. “Im Tig.” “NIce to meet you, Tig. (y/n).” She introduced herself with such charm, but it had been the mischievous glint in her eyes that had made Tigs interest peak. Juice could sense it and he shook his head before standing. “Ill leave you to it. Nice to meet you, (y/n).” She had waved goodbye to Juice and Tig had stepped around her and slid onto the barstool where Juice had sat. “You look like someone who needs something a little more fun than..” He picked up her glass and tasted the drink. “Ugh what is this?” He reached behind the bar and poured himself a shot. “What makes you think I need more fun in my life?” She asked. “Drinkin all alone on a friday night. All dressed up with no where to go.” “I wasn't alone, Juice was h-“ Tig raised a finger, hushing her. “Shh shh Its okay, doll. Tiggy's here now.” She had raised her eyebrows but then she had laughed before she downed the rest of her drink. “Well, Tiggy. I may be all dressed up but I got somewhere to go.” “Oh and wheres that?” She had smiled playfully before she had grabbed his shot glass and downed that too. “Away from you.” She placed the glass back on the bar and walked away. Tig might have thought she wasn't interested, had he not kept his eyes on her. But luckily for him his eyes had followed you across the room, and he definitely did not miss the playful smile and the wink you threw him on the way.

X

Tig stepped out of the shower and dried himself before heading back into the room and climbing back into the bed. It was probably for the best that you had left, he thought. He wasn't used to sharing the bed anyway. At least that was the excuse he gave himself as he drifted back to sleep.

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Tig answered the door to find you leaning against the wall opposite his dorm room. “Hey you.” You smiled seductively. Tig smirked and stepped aside, allowing you to enter the room. “Four nights in a row, huh?” You rolled your eyes and walked past him into the room. “Dont flatter yourself, Trager. Charming’s a boring town.” Tig smirked and closed the door behind you. “Thought you'd be watching Elvis performing at the Boulevard tonight.” “Please, like I wanna see my dad in those outfits.” You sat on the bed and peeled off your shirt, exposing your bra. “Can we not talk about my dad?” Tig chuckled and walked to stand in front of you. He leant downed kissed your lips. “How bout we don't talk at all?” You reached for his shirt and pulled him down again. “I like the way you think.” You kissed him hungrily and he reached down and lifted your legs, pushing you further up the bed and he hovered over you. His hands moved up your thighs, caressing the soft curve of your ass cheeks. His lips stayed on yours, his tongue exploring his mouth but the usual hunger was lacking. He kissed you slowly and deeply and pushed himself against your core. You moaned and he pulled his lips away and kissed down your neck. This time though, he didn't bite you. He kissed you softly and sucked gently at your skin. You bucked your hips, desperate for friction. “Come on, Trager. I didn't come here so you could make me come with kisses.” You whined, pushing yourself up to rub against his crotch. “Patience, baby girl.” Tig hushed and kissed along your neck once more. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed, rolling the both of you till you sat in his lap and he was lying against the bed. “Fuck your patience.” You kissed him hungrily and reached behind you to unclip your bra. His hands roamed over your skin, holding your body close to his. You pulled away from him and sat straight, unbuttoning his shirt with hurried fingers. Tig lifted his hands to caress your breasts and you met his eye. The gaze that met yours frightened you. You'd seen it before, only a couple of times but you knew what it was. It wasn't a hunger, it wasn't desire. it wasn't just lust, there was a longing.. possibly even love? You pushed the thought to the back of your mind and kissed him again. He rolled you over so he lay on top and this time you didn't resist. His hands moved to your jeans and he tugged them down your thighs, leaving only your panties. Tig kissed you, with more passion than you had expected. It had been a long time since you'd felt such passion in a kiss and when he pulled his lips away to catch his breath he stayed close. His breath was on your lips and he rubbed his nose wth yours gently. You opened your eyes to meet those piercing blue eyes and you saw that same longing look once more. You were quick to bring his lips to yours again and you pushed your tongue into his mouth. Your hands ran down his body and unbuckled his belt and his hand left your body long enough to push his jeans and his boxers down. He Tugged your panties to the side and ran his thumb through your slick folds before lining himself up at your entrance. He met your gaze as he pushed into you,causing you to gasp and when you saw that same look in his eyes you clutched yours shut. Tig always felt so good inside you, stretching yu and pushing into you over and over. The room was filled with the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your moans and it wast long before waves of pleasure were rolling over you. Yet every time you looked into those blue eyes as he pounded into you that same look was there, that same yearning. Like he was searching the very edges of your soul for some kind of connection. The more you saw it, and he more you thought about it, the more uncomfortable it made you feel. Until he pounded into you harder and your orgasm drove all those thoughts from your mind.

Tig brought the joint to his lips and watched you from his spot on the bed as you got dressed, Like usual, you were quick to leave after your encounters. Normally that wouldn't bother Tig, but with you he wouldn't mind if you stayed, maybe just a little while longer. “You going to Gems dinner tonight?” You turned to look at Tig as you pulled your shirt over your head. “Yeah, told her Id be there.” “You can ride with me, I’ll pick you up.” You raised your eyebrows. “And whats my dad gonna say when I turn up riding bitch with you?” “Oh he wont be there.” He took a drag of his joint. “Clays sending him and Hap up to Tacoma to sort some business.” “Oh,” You frowned. He hadn't mentioned it to you yet. “I dunno, we should probably take seperate rides.” Tig nodded. “Well maybe you could stay here after, since Bobbys gonna be outta town.” You stopped what you were doing and sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed. “You know Im leaving soon, right?” “Right, in a month or so.” “No, Tiggy. Im leaving at the end if the week. Im going back home.” Tigs heart sank and he took a long drag of the joint before stubbing it out in the ashtray. “Guess we better make the most if our time then, huh doll?” “I don't think thats such a good idea.” You smiled sadly and looked down at your hands. “Maybe it'll be best if we just stay friends- without the benefits.” Tig frowned. “I thought were having fun.” You stood and leant over him. “We were.” You pressed your lips to his, kissing him deeply. You could taste him on your tongue and when you pulled away you stroked his cheek gently. And just like that you turned and grabbed your bag before heading out of the room, without another glance. The moment your lis had pressed against his Tig knew it was over. It wasn't a ‘see you later’ kiss. It wasn't a ‘thanks for the sex’ kiss. it wasn't a ‘maybe one last time’ kiss. It was a Goodbye kiss. Tig sighed and rolled over, the memories of you beneath him taunting him, knowing he'd never see you like that again and the taste of your Goodbye still lingering on his lips.

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@i-want-to-be-watered-by-roger @danleto97

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