Mocking Dick 17

A/N: Send me an ask or message if you want to be tagged or would like a link to the past parts! They can also be found by searching Mocking Dick in my blog!

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It was time to get drunk and regret nothing.

After somewhat angrily ignoring Rich on your way to the green room, you’d stuck yourself between your con wives, Briana and Kim.

You were on your fourth glass of wine when the girls noticed your forced happy attitude.

“C’mon Y/n, what’s wrong?” Briana persisted, pushing a beer bottle toward you. She was always the best of influences.

You sigh inwardly. “Well-“

“Y/n, when were you gonna tell us?” Kim exclaimed, sitting down next to you.

You groaned, placing your head into the palms of your hands.

“What is it now?”

Kim shoves her phone into your hands. The screen shows her Twitter mentions, which are quite full of pictures of you and Rich.

“That’s normal…” You trail off, biting your bottom lip. A few would have been normal, but that excessive of an amount meant trouble.

Kim shakes her head.

“All the captions are saying you two are dating. Some girl said you guys let it slip during photo ops.”

Tonight was just not your night.

You were obligated to explain the entire fan encounter and what Rich did.

Both women were your rocks during conventions, so you needed their input. Of course their responses were filled with excitement.

“He wants you two to go public! What’s wrong with that?” Briana squeals and you have to hush her. Rich was just a few tables over; he didn’t need to know you were talking about him.

“The correct answer is there’s nothing wrong with it. You’ve crushed on him for too long to give this up. What’s the deal?” Kim responds slyly, knowing she’s caught you in a loop.

You hold back the urge to argue even though you had no objection to her claims. In all honesty, you had no clue what your sudden anger was about.

“Shoo. Go talk to him. None of this will work without some communication on both sides,” Kim says as both women nudge you toward the table Rich is seated at.

You bit your lip and sigh, a sign that you’ve given in to their relentlessness.

You have to remind yourself that it’s just Rich, the man you once could so easily joke around with.

Kim and Briana sit in their eager state, not too suspicious-looking to the unaware eye, but still enough for them to snoop. Always looking out for you, those two were.

Despite the distinct thumping heartbeat in your chest and the thought of turning back, your feet carried you to the table.

On one side sat Billy, Stephen and Rob, while on the other, Mike and Rich. Thankfully, Rich was on the end. You convinced yourself that he knew you’d want to talk and sat himself there on purpose.

As your figure approached, each one of the men glanced up with a smile, except Rich. His thin, narrowed lips and the way his gaze deliberately avoided yours was a clue to what mood your outburst had put him in.

“Mind if I have a seat?” You ask. It was a simple enough request that even in Rich’s state, he couldn’t say no to.

Rob nods, but you can tell he knows what had went down after he left you two alone. You quickly take the seat next to Rich and easily join the conversation.

Rich keeps to himself more after you jumped in. He had a right to be pissed.

Rob started up a new topic of chords and new songs, to which you and Rich both couldn’t contribute much to. It was the perfect time to act.

So as not to alert the others of yours and his squabble, you typed a short message on your phone and sent it to Rich.

Can we talk?

The message clearly pops up onto his phone and for the first time since arriving in the green room, he looks at you. His head bobs up and down as he scans your face for a sign to what you’re feeling. Upon finding no aggression or anger, he stands up and walks to a corner of the room with you in tow.

As soon as he turns around, you see the lights ahead reflecting off the hazel color in his eyes, knowing you’re done for.

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A/N: Random thing I decided to write. 😛

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You took a step forward, a blade in hand and pressing it against a demon’s throat. He gasped beneath you, attempting to escape but finding it futile.

The knife goes right through his heart. Orange sparks flood through the now lifeless body and burn out.

You wipe a stray hair aside from your face and stand up to face Sam and Dean.

“That’s the last one. Let’s get out of here,” Dean says, moving toward the door.

The moment you look at Gabriel to say your line you start laughing.

“Cut!”

You cover your eyes with your hands, laughing off the face Richard was making at you.

“Sheesh, you really got to get your acting together, Y/n,” Jared teases, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You wipe fake tears from your eyes in mock of the other actors.

“I hate you guys,” you groan and look over at a smirking Speight, “Especially you!”

Rich feigns a surprised look, pointing a finger at his chest. “Me? I have done nothing wrong.”

You roll your eyes, steadying yourself in the position you needed to be to redo the clip.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road for real.”

“…and action!”

You burst out into laughter once again.

“Cut!”

Your knees hit the floor in defeat and you surrender the rest of your body to the hard surface.

“I give up,” you call, covering your face to hide the redness of your cheeks. The whole situation was too funny and embarassing to handle.

“I guess I can stop making faces at Y/n. I was simply embracing my inner Gabriel,” Richard’s voice says from a few feet away.

You remove the hands from your vision to see him suddenly hovering above you. He offers out an arm to help you up which you gladly take.

Once you’re standing, you dust off your clothes and warily watch Rich.

“You are the embodiment of Gabriel, don’t even get me started, Speight.”

Rich simply rolls his eyes, the small hint of a genuine smile playing on the rim of his lips.

Friends With Great Benefits

Requested by Anonymous: Hi! Can I make a request? A Rich x Reader please ? They’re sex friends and as soon as he breaks up with someone he comes to seek comfort in her arms and one day, while they’re doing the do, he tells her that he loves her what doesn’t please the reader who believes he’s playing with her (she thinks he knows she has feelings for him for a long time, when in fact he completely ignores it). Happy ending, fluff, smut, the whole panoply. Thanks & hearts

Word Count: 1.2K+ words

Warnings: Downright dirty smut

Disclaimer: Literally no hate on the actors wives. I just use them as characters.

A/N: It’s Wednesday, mah dudes! Took me forever to finish this (after thinking I’d given up on it multiple times but then writing more). Also, let me know if there are mistakes. With having gone on and off of writing it, there may be plot or grammar mistakes that I missed!

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The knock on your door was insistent; you knew it was him immediately.

You quickly opened the latch and tossed open the door to reveal a disheveled Rich.

By the way his manner seemed, this wasn’t just going to be a friendly conversation. You could tell that he had broken up with his girlfriend simply because he was at your door now.

This was a normal thing. Rich was a handsome man who always had women waiting in line to be his. Girlfriends for him hardly lasted more than a few months, though you never understood why.

Soon after meeting the actor on the set of a movie, you two realized the chemistry that the both of you had. Your friendship slowly and surely wiggled its way into what would we known as friends with benefits.

Rich, being the man he was, always sought for a woman that he would date and one day, marry. But you watched each one walk out the picture and watched Rich come running back to you.

Of course, it was just sex. No strings, no attachments, right? Then why did it seem like your heart would almost burst out of your chest every time he knocked on your door?

Your body collided with Rich’s as the two of you melted together perfectly. You’d done this so many times, but every time had felt just as good as the last.

His mouth was on yours, his hands traveling down to the bottom of your ass as he lifted you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist; everything felt like pure bliss in his arms.

Rich’s strength was something that had surprised you at first. He didn’t seem all too physically fit, but that man could carry you with ease.

In a matter of seconds, you were laid onto the bed as your companion towered over you. His features radiated with passion; his body was your guilty pleasure and yours his.

You feel a nagging feeling in your head. Before anything starts, you need to know something.

“Tell me, am I better than her?”

“We never had sex, but you’ve always been better than any other girl,” he smirks.

Your already flushed face turned a complete shade darker at his words. If you were the best he’d ever had, why stop at just meaningless sex?

You internally scolded yourself. It was childish to expect more out of this.

Rich’s words seemed to have set you off as you initiated another kiss. You reached into the hair on the back of his head and pressed his face closer into yours.

His hands… god, his hands knew exactly where to go and what to do. He had enough knowledge of your body to know every little thing that sent you over the edge.

This wasn’t love-making at all; it never was. This was downright dirty fucking, and you loved every second of it.

His mouth pressed hot kisses down your neck, his breath fanned gently over your skin. Usually kissing wasn’t much part of the deal, but you weren’t complaining. Just the thought of more Rich drove you crazy, desperate for him.

Your fingers immediately worked their way under the hem of his shirt, trying to tug it over his head. His body always amazed you; it’s imperfections and flaws in other people’s eyes were holy to you. You revel in the feel of his body on yours, working in tandem with him. He tugs off your own shirt, then your bra, pants, and panties tossing both behind him. Every time he sees your body, he can never seem to get enough.

“Yours now,” you mumble against his lips, fishing for the buckle of his pants. He pulled away and reached for the back of his t-shirt. The hidden muscles in his arms flexed as Rich tugged the fabric over his shoulders. His golden eyes locked onto yours and he quickly shrugged his jeans down and off his legs.

You carefully reached for his boxers, sliding them down enough for his cock to spring free from its stiff confinement.

His body never left yours for a second the entire time. He reached his hand slowly down the length of your stomach and over every dip of your skin. Rich’s index finger paused at your core as he smiled into the crook of your neck. His finger worked its way around your folds, massaging the tender area before entering it. How he was able to reduce you to a mess of tangled hair and whimpering with just his index finger was beyond you.

You reached around his back, clasping both of your hands as he pumped his digit inside of you. The breaking point was almost near, but Rich never was one to let you cum this early.

He dragged the finger away from your wetness and to his lips. His eyes bored into yours as he placed the digit in his mouth and sucked it clean. You’d never get enough of him.

Rich set the hand down beside your shoulder, drawing his dick toward your hole with the other. The sheer pleasure you felt as he entered you was enough to have anyone coming undone.

Your back curled up, pressing Rich’s body further into yours. His cock was now sheathed deep inside of you, hitting that spot that drove you crazy. Both of your bodies fit together like two long-lost puzzle pieces that seemed perfect for each other. You could hardly deny the attraction you felt for him any longer.

It wasn’t long before the sensations were spiraling you into a heavenly state. Your mind went blank for the moments that your orgasm rippled through your body.

If anyone would have asked you to describe that moment, you would only have one word: bliss.

You moaned his name as if it were an obscene prayer, begging him to come. In return, he opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a satisfied grunt.

“Y/n, you’re so damn good. I love you.”

Those words would have automatically sent you into a panic had you not been fucking him at that exact instant. Rich leaned his head into your shoulder, thrusting into your body a few more times before hitting his euphoric climax and spilling his seed into you.

You breathed heavily, trying to gain back your strength. Everything felt so good but wait… what had Rich just said?

Sweat cooled off your achingly warm body as Rich laid next to you. The tension was thick between the two of you despite being on top of one another just minutes ago.

You cleared your throat cautiously.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Rich’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and a hint of sadness.

“What?”

You laughed mockingly, “You know what. You’re teasing me. I know that you know my real feelings. I’m not just some puppet, Rich.”

You shift from his side to get off the bed. A hand grasps at your arm, preventing you from moving. Tears prickle at your eyes, threatening to fall from even the smallest word said.

“I don’t regret what I said, Y/n. I told you; no other woman has gotten to me the way you do.”

His words seem so sincere. You know in the bottom of your heart that he’s being truthful. It wasn’t a trick, a prank, or anything of those sorts.

From being solely friends, to this, and then dating, it was going to be easier to go through each day knowing you wouldn’t have to hide your feelings.

“Finally. Jeez, Rich, I’ve been waiting for you to say that for ages.”

Rich chuckles, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you down on the bed with him.

Mocking Dick 16

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As soon as the girl left the room, you berated Rich.

“Are you kidding, Speight? You know the whole fandom is going to know about this by tomorrow, right?”

Richard couldn’t get the smirk off his face. The bastard.

Rob silently gazed at his phone, scrolling through his Twitter mentions. It made sense that he didn’t want to be in the middle of this.

“We’re talking about this afterwards,” you growled, putting on a fake smile as the next fan walked in.

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The rest of the photos took around an hour.

Rob quickly got out of there, notifying Rich and yourself that everyone was going out for drinks at the bar later. You assumed Rob wanted you and Rich alone.

You felt embarassed for some reason. Everyone was going to think you and Rich were dating, when, in fact, you weren’t.

You typed a message to Briana confirming you’d go out with everyone before hurrying out of the room.

A pair of footsteps sounded behind you, keeping a steady pace with yours.

“Y/N, hey,” Rich reaches for your hand and stops you in your attempt at an escape.

You didn’t feel in the mood to talk or argue; you just wanted to be in his arms. Dealing with this teasing could possibly be the end of you.

“What,” you respond monotonously, staring down at the ground. It was almost as if you were a moody teenager.

“I want to know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

“I need to know that this isn’t some joke to you. The flirting was one thing, but now that everyone else is going to know…”

“Are you sure that you are invested? Seems like you’re afraid to tell people about us.”

“When did us happen?”

Rich huffed in frustration as you did the same.

Both of you kept a steady pace with the other to get to the green room.

You didn’t want to say anything and apparently neither did Rich.

“Rich,” you sighed, unsure of what to say. You felt bad for arguing over something that stemmed from your insecurities.

“I know,” he replied. Somehow, he just knew.

The two of you reached the room with only those few words spoken to each other. But what was there to say?

Mocking Dick (Parts 1-15)

A Richard Speight Jr x Reader series

Mocking Dick 15

A/N: It’s actually on the longer side for these… so it’s under a cut!

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Today was going to test your self restraint to no end. If only Rich hadn’t changed your schedule, then you would have sailed through these three days.

Instead, you’re left waiting an extra two hours for a session with Rob and Rich.

The green room had become your home during the con, and you didn’t want to leave the couch you were on. Did the fans really need pictures with you?

You contemplated the consequences of staying behind, but of course, Rich and Rob would have none of it.

“C’mon, Y/n. Photo ops are in ten!” Rob chastised, gathering his things and standing near the door.

On the other hand, Richard took the physical approach. He wrapped his arms under your legs and torso, lifting you into the air bridal style. The sudden movement had startled you as you then began to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Rob, help!” You squeaked out, unable to get away from the man holding you.

Rob simply shook his head, opening the door to the hallway. His eyes seemed to communicate with Rich, and the actor began to walk toward the door with you still in his arms.

“You’re going to carry me to where all the fans will see us?” You huffed, crossing your arms to seem menacing and angry which Rich only found adorable.

“Mm, yeah, sounds like something I’d do,” he snickered.

Against your will, Rich carried you the rest of the way to the photo ops (fortunately not too far) and Rob trailed just a foot or two behind.

The humiliating part was when the fans saw you in the actor’s arms. They cheered, flashes of light went off as they snapped pictures. You would be seeing them on Twitter a lot.

It was the same as any other photo ops. Some people came in with basic poses: hugs, high fives, etc. Others were far more complicated, like the one where you and the two men had to create a pyramid with your bodies. But it was all going smooth, until a young girl walked in.

She couldn’t have been out of highschool yet, her body still showing signs of puberty. Her smile was huge as she hugged each one of you and wrung her hands together nervously.

“What’s the plan, girly?” You asked, trying to make the girl more comfortable.

She grinned in response and straightened herself up.

“I have a question really quick.”

You glanced at Rich and Rob, though they nodded for her to go on.

She took a deep breath in and gazed at you.

“Are you and Rich dating?”

You froze on the spot, but the question was valid. He had just carried you into the room not long ago in front of a hundred or so fans. It was simply curiousity stoked by his playful nature.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Rich beat you to it.

“You got us,” he replied effortlessly.

The girl couldn’t have been happier with the response.

You, on the other hand, were completely perplexed, but the girl just kept going with her request.

“Can you guys kiss and then Rob and I can act all surprised?”

If that didn’t go against guidelines, then nothing did.

“Um, well-“

“Of course, sweetie,” Rich responded, sending a smirk your way.

The glare you sent him could have killed. He was playing the game in a whole new ballpark.

The young girl and Rob to the side of you and Rich. It had just hit you that the only time you and him had kissed was when you were drunk after the party.

“Really,” you mouthed, rolling your eyes.

Richard shrugged and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Pucker up, sweetcheeks.”

You had the chance to back away, to tell the girl and Rich no, but you didn’t.

Instead, you embraced the situation by grabbing the back of Rich’s neck and pulling him down to you. His lips met yours softly and your eyes fluttered shut.

The click of the camera went off just a few seconds later.

You could have stayed in the moment forever, or just a few minutes longer if Rob and the girl hadn’t been there. The two of you drew apart, eyes locked for what seemed like the end of time.

“Thank you guys so much!”

The girl’s voice broke you from your trance as she ran and hugged each one of you again. She then exited the room with her picture happily in the palms of her hands.

What had Rich started?

Mocking Dick 14

You hadn’t even had the thought of today’s schedule in your mind. Since last night at karaoke, you’d been swamped with thoughts of Rich.

However, you still needed to get ready for your photo ops. It turned out you would get your own pictures, because of how new your character was.

You groan, rolling over in the bed just as a ringing sound startles you. Your phone is lit up with the name of your helper from Creation.

You sigh and answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Ms. Y/n, I’m sorry if this changes anything, but Matt won’t be able to make his photo ops, so we have traded yours and his spots. You’ll now be with Richard and Rob at 12:30.”

Not only could you not get your mind off of Rich, but now you had to take photos with him. You’re so very thankful that Rob will be there, too, or else the fans were going to enjoy some very thick tension.

“Thank you for letting me know. I’ll be down in the green room soon.”

You end the call and run a stressed hand through your hair. This was going to take all the self control you had. It was almost as if the universe was testing you.

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Two cups of coffee and a breakfast bar later barely woke you up enough to head downstairs. Everyone must have been awake already, just by how many people you could hear in the room.

You groan from tiredness and walk inside.

Your first reaction is to find the couch and lay down. Taking a nap, though you just woke up, sounded great.

Rich peers over at you as soon as you stepped foot in the room. He wanders over and wears a big grin on his face.

“It’s too early for this, Speight. I need to mentally prepare myself for the damn photo ops mix up.”

Rich feigns a questioning look, “Mix up?”

You open your mouth to answer, just as a body moves in the corner of your eye. You glance over to see it’s Matt, wide awake and definitely not going to be late for any photo ops.

You immediately gaze back at Rich, who’s smile has gotten bigger and turned into a smirk.

“Richard… I swear, if this was your doing,” you huff.

The only response you get it an eyebrow wiggle before he saunters away.

Boy, was he frustrating.

Mocking Dick 13

“Thank you, Chicago!” You shouted, handing the microphone to Rob and sauntering off stage.

The feeling in your body made you want to run laps around the building, go places, do things. The adrenaline pumping through your veins had you all sorts of excited. It was like a drug that you always wanted to feel the affects of.

You cooled off behind the stage, unaware of the things happening on the other side of the curtain. Stepping away from the microphone felt like a breath of fresh air, but the way you felt on stage was addicting. No wonder Rich and Rob always had no problem hosting.

Rich.

How had he felt during your preformance? Surely he was teasing you with the song choice, so you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

The only issue was: you needed him. And by your calculations, you wouldn’t be able to have him till this convention was over. To top it off, the con still had 3 more days to go.

You sighed drastically, running a hand over your face.

What had you gotten yourself into?

Your thoughts stray away from you as a roar of applause sounds from the other side. Only moments later do Rich, Rob, and the rest of the actors pile backstage.

Rich’s eyes are immediately glued to you, though he carries on a conversation with Briana. You feel bolder under his gaze; gosh, you want that man in your bed.

The actor finishes his discussion with Briana, giving her a small smile and a nod. Now there’s nothing in the way of getting to you.

He approaches you with a sly grin.

“How’d you like the song?”

You hum lightly as a response, before replying, “Loved it, Richie. How’d you like watching me?”

Rich’s mouth quivers the slightest bit and his face turns a pink color. He should have known you would notice his staring. He slowly leans down next to your ear; you feel the breath from his lips tickle the side of your head.

“Three more days, and I’ll have you screaming my name,” Rich whispers huskily, pulling away before anyone in the room saw anything suspicious.

You clear your throat, finally feeling the adrenaline die down as his words seep into your brain.

Three more tortuous, painstakingly-long, days.

Mocking Dick 12

A/N: Search Mocking Dick in my blog to find the other parts! Tumblr is dumb so I can’t make a masterlist until every part is out

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“C’mon, Y/n,” Rich purred into the microphone. The audience roared with applause; you wouldn’t be able to live this down.

You sucked in a breath of air before pulling yourself up from your chair and walking out onto stage. With a few waves to the fans, you sauntered over to Rich.

It was almost like no one else was on the stage besides you two.

“You called, Speight?”

Your on-stage personality was very snarky and sarcastic, especially with Rich. The crowd found it hilarious.

“Sure did. I saw you backstage and figured I’d get you out here. Since it’s your first time, we chose a song for you!”

He was way too excited for whatever song was about to make you look foolish.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” the actor grinned mischievously, placing a microphone in your hands, “Have some fun with this one.”

Your throat tightened momentarily before you took a solid breath of air and nodded for the music to began.

You knew the song as soon as the beat started playing. In your head, you were silently cursing Rich to no end.

With one swift movement, the microphone is brought to your mouth and you recite the words by heart. Your hips and body sway sensually with the lyrics.

I’m bringin’ sexy back (yeah)

Them other boys don’t know how to act (yeah)

I think it’s special, what’s behind your back (yeah)

So turn around and I’ll pick up the slack (yeah)

The words came out almost like a promise. It was hard not to lock eyes with Rich the entire song, but you were able to catch glances of him looking at you. That just egged you on further.

Dirty babe

You see these shackles, baby

I’m your slave

I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave

It’s just that no one makes me feel this way

Your tongue darted out to wet the outside of your lips. The eyes boring holes into the back of your head made you smirk.

Come here, girl (go ‘head, be gone with it)

Come to the back (go ‘head, be gone with it)

VIP (go ‘head, be gone with it)

Drinks on me (go ‘head, be gone with it)

You see what you’re twerking with (go ‘head, be gone with it)

Look at those hips (go ‘head be gone with it)

All you could think of was having Rich’s hands on your hips, moving with you.

You make me smile (go ‘head, be gone with it)

Go ‘head, child (go ‘head, be gone with it)

And get your sexy on (go ‘head, be gone with it)

You exhaled, laughing a bit at the end. The fans cheered like crazy for your performance. And judging by the way Rich was looking at you, they weren’t the only ones who enjoyed it.

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Mocking Dick (11)

The time for karaoke had finally come, along with the stray nerves that inhabited your body. They came out of nowhere to wreak havoc on yourself. Despite that, though, you were nonetheless excited.

Everyone was already out on stage, singing to their’s and the audience’s content.

You never participated in this event, considering you were usually too exhausted to stand up there all night.

You felt a pair of whiskey-colored eyes on you the entire time. They held an air of challenge; of course he wanted you out there with the rest of them.

“Ladies and gentleman, how are ya’ll doing on this fine night?” Rich calls to the audience.

They cheer and shout words of encouragement for the actors on stage. You loved watching their response to things like this. They‘re the reason you all do this.

“Awesome! We’re just about done with karaoke, but we have a little surprise in-store!”

From your spot on stage, you can’t see your castmates all too well, but you know when Rich is up to something. The tone in his voice, well, that was too big of a giveaway.

Before you can flee or hide, you hear your name called from the stage.

“Y/n, get out here! We’ve got a special song for you to sing!”

You physically gulp. There was no backing down now.

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