#DO NOT SEND HATE YOU COCK SUCKING ASS HAT'S!

[scannys-back]

aww, baby's first empathy! did'ja realize your mother being distressed at the fact she couldn't talk to poet, given their relationship?

no really that probably wasn't your best play, but at least they can talk now

The poet isn't worth torturing.

let him torture himself the disgusting freak.

[pleasantanathema]

Dirty Old Man

Pairing: Kenny Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Dubcon themes in the beginning (it’s later all consensual), Knifeplay (to remove clothing), Captivity/Kidnapping, Slapping, Daddy Kink, Some Assplay, Gagging (on fingers), Choking, One mention of blood, A little bit of bondage, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Age Gap, Kenny is a dirty old man.

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: It’s late, but it’s here! Here’s my part to the Smut Pile’s Western Collab! Please heed the warnings. Kenny is disgusting and I’m disgusting but here we are, fucking Kenny.

           “I told you to stop running away. I’m gettin’ real fuckin’ tired of chasin you down.” Kenny spit the words out like poison, crouching in front of you to place the tip-end of his knife against your corseted chest as a warning.

           You attempted a protest, but the makeshift gag made out of a torn piece of your skirts kept you virtually silent. Your wrists were burning, the rope around them scratching against your skin behind your back. The inn he’d taken you to for the night was damp and dirty, the floor you were tossed into reeking of piss and sour bourbon.

           He had come for you again. You’d had some wistful doubt that he wouldn’t, but like always, he’d tracked you down as easily as hunters do footprints in thick snow. He’d followed your trail and bound you with that thick rope of braided hemp he always kept at his side. Evading him was never easy, but you thought you’d gotten away with it this time when you’d found a meager orphanage to cook at. He hated children—you thought he’d never set foot in the place, but reckoning had come for you in the early hours of the morning, with a dark shadow moving in the corner of the kitchens.

           “You never fuckin’ learn. Maybe this time I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

           The sharp point of his blade dug into your clothes, the cutting edge purposefully situated between featherbone channels so it could slice at cotton threads.

          You swore against the cloth in your mouth, your curses soaking into the spit-damp fabric. He hooked a finger under the gag digging into your cheek, pulling at the material with a smirk.

          “Got something to say, kid?”

          Slowly, he pulled the torn cloth from your mouth, your head twisting to shake away strings of drool that had attached to the textile.

          “Maybe I like the chase, Kenny,” you hissed out his name, not bothering with the Mr. Ackerman bullshit you’d called him at home.

          He had once been a rather removed presence in your life; he was just that outlaw in the corner who did the terrible things the rich families in your town had the money but not the gall to do. But now he’d become the bane of your existence, the dark thread that always pulled you back into the oppressive home life you were running from. He never seemed to care. If anything, he seemed to take a sick joy in finding you quicker each time you snuck out and ran in a new, farther direction.

          “So we’re on a first name basis now, huh? Good, cause we’re about to get real intimate.”

          “You could make this real fun and actually untie me.”

          “I’m not untying you, ain’t fucking happening. I didn’t spend weeks tracking down a stupid maiden for her daddy for you to run off into the woods the moment I turn my back to piss.”

          You winced a little at his harsh words, still very aware of the cold steel carefully skating through the middle of your chest. The threads of your corset were popping and curling back toward the bone linings.

          “I’m not some fragile maiden.”

          “I don’t give a fuck what you ain’t, what you are is a big pain in my ass. I don’t get paid enough for this shit, so I’m takin’ what I’m owed.”

          The reality of your situation settled in when you felt cool air sweep across your freshly exposed breasts. Your initial thought was to kick him, but when you felt him dig the blade a little too deep into the clothes at your belly, you hesitated. One wrong move and he could be slicing you open accidentally.

          Your wrists pounded with lack of blood flow as you painstakingly tested the knots for slack again. Of course, there wasn’t any. He’d probably tied up hundreds of unfortunate souls in his miserable lifetime.

          A thrill raced across your skin as you heard the knife clatter into the floor, Kenny peeling away the layers of split clothes on your body like he was prudently opening the petals of a rare flower.

          “Well, well, look at you, kid.”

          Grey eyes swirled with mirth and mischief under the brim of his hat, a wicked smile curling across bearded cheeks.

          You felt vulnerable and far too hot, the heat of embarrassment licking over your chest, up your neck, burning at your ears. Worse, blazing excitement was pooling between your legs, the dull thump of pleasure beginning to pound in your head.

          A calloused hand began to paw at the fat of your breast, testing the weight of it in his palm.

          “You’re a fucking pervert.”

          “Never said I ain’t.”

          He flicked your nipple with his comment, chuckling as you gasped. The slight twinge of pain sent a jolt of lightning down your spine, making your fingers dig into the thick rope at your wrists and your head tilt back against the wall. Kenny repeated the motion, rubbing his warm thumb over your nipple before flicking it again. You sucked in a quick breath, making your lungs expand and breasts inch closer to his hands.

          “You like that?” He teased, a finger tracing the sensitive underside of your breast.

          “No.”

          He laughed, “Liar. Your pretty nipples are harder than my cock.”

          Kenny proved his point by cupping both your tits and making you moan, back arching toward him instead of away. Seeing the opportunity, he moved in closer, making the remnants of your skirts bunch around your hips as he pressed himself between your legs. You turned your face away from him when he dipped down to kiss you, making his wet lips and wiry beard press into the curve of your throat.

          He sucked at the tender flesh of your neck, teeth and growls gently scraping against skin.

          “What’s my pa going to think about you taking advantage of me like this?”

          You knew you made a good point—unless Kenny had decided to pack some petticoats and powder into his saddle bags, he couldn’t cover up the carnage he was creating.

          “I’m your daddy for tonight, kid. Maybe if you’re good I won’t even take you home this time.”

          “Really?” You knew your voice portrayed your enthusiasm, but you couldn’t help it. You’d do anything to be free of your family and go make a life of your own.

          Kenny took his time thinking over his response, too busy licking and sucking at the delicate column of your throat. It felt good, too good, even the scratch of his beard had you holding back whimpers. His long fingers were still groping your tits, thumbs rhythmically petting over your peaks.

          You felt like you were engulfed in flames, like the hellfire and brimstone that bible-thumpers warned about were taking over your senses. All because of fucking Kenny Ackerman, the dirtiest old man you’d ever come across.

          Though you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined something like this before, it was hard not to when most of your time had been spent tied up on a saddle with him. The pervert always had the audacity to have his half-hard erection pressing into your lower back as you shifted on the smelly horse. It was difficult not to imagine how it would feel to have him inside of you when the horse’s trot had his cock sliding too perfectly against your ass. You’d spent a few nights imagining how he would manhandle you, rough and impatient, and far more skilled than the boys you’d fooled around with.

          Kenny was a dirty old man, but you had no doubt he could fulfill every naughty fantasy women like you weren’t supposed to dream about.

          You shifted forward a bit, draping your thighs over his so you could get closer, press your aching core against that familiar stiffness in his trousers.

          “I’ll be a good girl, daddy,” you let the name roll off your tongue as you tilted your face down to his, “I promise.”

          You sealed your vow by pressing your mouth to his, a victorious frisson tingling at your nerves when he groaned into your lips. His kiss was rough, one of his hands snaking up to your neck with a vice-like grip to keep you from changing your mind. It made your vision go blurry behind your eyelids, grey spots dancing in the corners of your lashes. He tasted like booze and smoke, remnants of his addictions tainting your tongue. But you kept up with his pace, eager to show him that you would be good, that you wanted this, that you’d let him have you. Even if he did take you back home anyways, at least you’d get a thrilling fuck out of this arrangement.

          “You ain’t never been a good girl,” he rumbled against your lips, “daddy’s gonna have to teach you how to behave.”

          You gasped when he used his leverage on your neck to push you farther into the creaking boards of the wall. Your wrists were trapped between your back and the floor, going more numb by the second. He caged you in completely, had you sitting in his lap with his cock pressed against your damp drawers and one hand tangling into the mess of your skirts.

          “Women and all their fucking clothes,” he snarled down at your half-dressed body. Your eyes went wide as you noticed him reach back for the discarded blade, his other hand still content to press against the sides of your neck.

          “W-wait, I don’t have anything else to wear!”

          “You ain’t going to be needin’ em anyways, kid.”

          Time slowed down like the creeping slush of molasses as you watched Kenny begin to slice through your dress and petticoat, each tug of his wrist sending cotton fibers spilling into the floor. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest and sweat beading on the back of your neck every time the spine of the knife grazed the freshly exposed skin of your thighs. You struggled against the rope and the hand holding you back when he began to cut through the length of your drawers. The blade was too close to your intimate places, grazing against your sweltering flesh and making you whimper.

          “I ain’t gonna cut you, darlin. As much as I wanna carve my name into your skin, I couldn’t stand hurtin’ you.”

          You swallowed thickly and he must’ve felt it, his thumb petting at your neck like he was trying to soothe a scared animal. He stopped cutting at your clothing, lifting his pointed chin so he could look up into your face. He grinned, soft but still wolfish, wrinkles gathering at the corners of his eyes.

          “Gimme a kiss, it’ll make you feel better.”

          You complied, perhaps too happily, slanting your mouth against his and moaning at the rough feel of his black hairs against your cheeks.

          Kenny ripped the rest of the threads from your body with his strong fingers, finishing the work that the knife had started. A weight was lifted off of you when your heavy skirts and the skeleton of your corset finally slipped into the floor to be forgotten. He took particular care in relieving you of your cotton drawers, the shadow of his hat obscuring his face as he marveled at the juncture of your thighs.

          “Look at that pretty pussy, all wet and sloppy just for me.”

          You cried out when he brushed a knuckle between your dripping folds, finger slowly uncurling so it could prod at your tight hole.

          “You always get this wet when you’re around me?”

          “Hard not to when you’re always groping me like some animal.”

          His gaze flickered back up to you, the mixture of a frown and a smirk tugging at his lips. He pressed his palm more firmly against your windpipe, making you choke.

          “Don’t know why I bothered to ungag your smart mouth.”

          “I’ll be goo—” you didn’t have the chance to finish your plea, his long fingers uncurling from your neck only for two of them to abruptly slide past your open lips. Your eyes watered a bit from the thrusting motion of his digits and you could feel your moans vibrate against his skin. He started to push his fingers farther into your mouth, seeing how far he could go before your throat tightened, smirking the whole time. His skin tasted like rawhide and copper, like leather and blood, and you breathlessly traced your tongue along his slim knuckles.

          “Your mouth looks better stuffed,” his other hand resumed teasing your lower lips, “Let’s see how many fingers you can take.”

          You almost bit the knuckles in your mouth when he shoved his middle and index fingers into your tight cunt. You muffled out a squeal, eyes rolling shut when a wave of pleasure splashed over your body with the timing of his fingers pushing inside of you. He wasted no time in stretching you, spreading his strong fingers as he withdrew and pressed back inside of you over and over again.

          Your tongue went still and flat in your mouth, spit pooling around slim fingers that still pressed farther back into your throat with every thrust of his hand between your legs. You could practically hear him grinning like a madman with both of his calloused hands pressing into two of your wet holes. You sucked around his fingers when he touched a sensitive, fleshy patch inside of you, fingers curling against your walls and stroking the spot repeatedly.

          Weightless, you felt weightless in Kenny’s lap, like each thrust of his fingers into your mouth and pussy was sending you higher into the clouds. Even your own fingers had gone limp behind you, no longer clinging to their binds.

          “Not bad, kid. How about another?”

          You screamed around his hand when his ring finger stretched your opening wider, your pussy burning from its invasion. He laughed, a sadistic rumble from his chest that vibrated against your tits. At the feel of your cry, he pushed the fingers against your tongue even farther down to the back of your mouth, making you fight your gag reflex and sputter. Spit was falling from the corners of your mouth and you could feel your slick drooling down your thighs and onto his pumping wrist between your legs.

          “Good girl,” he praised, picking up his already merciless pace, “daddy’s got a big cock, need you to be ready for it.”

          Kenny groaned when you nodded your head, eyes fluttering open to catch his gaze. Some twisted pleasure brewed in your lower stomach as you noticed his lopsided grin, pearl white teeth bared over his full lips.

          “I bet you look so fucking pretty when you cum. Think you can? Can you cum from an old man stuffin’ you full of fingers, darlin?”

          You shivered at his words, your thighs shaking as you felt like you were being pulled apart. The three fingers inside of you knew exactly how to make your head go fuzzy and your nerves wild with pleasure, and it only got more intense when his thumb began to circle your already aching clit. You whimpered around his fingers, finding a momentary reprieve when he pulled them from your lips and admired the drool flowing over his knuckles. But he slid them back in after you caught a quick breath, pumping them at the same speed as the fingers buried into your cunt.

          It was like you were brimming and boiling over with the taste and feel of Kenny. Your mind could barely keep up with the shots of ecstasy stemming from your belly, your toes curling against the cold floor, your wrists rubbed raw from rope. Your lower muscles were starting to clench, spasm, shake, and he groaned.

          “Fuck you’re gettin’ tight. But I’ve got one more place to try.”

          Your brows scrunched together when you felt his ring finger slip from your pussy, only to feel his slim pinky finger prod at the tight pucker of your ass.

          “Kemmy, mf, umph,” you struggled to speak with his fingers stuffed in your mouth.

          You finally bit against his skin when you felt the length of his smallest finger slither into your ass.

          The new sensation rocked you, had you gasping and leaning forward and gagging on his fingers and cumming all at the same time. You screamed as you felt your asshole tighten around his digit, the pleasure of it sending you raring into bliss at full force like you’d just been slammed into a wall. It felt so fucking good, every hole stuffed with him, every muscle clenching and unclenching as he had the nerve to laugh at how easily you came from feeling a finger in your ass.

          “Heh, seems you like that, don’tcha?” He let you ride out the remnants of your orgasm for a few moments, fingers still and just feeling you contract around him.

          Finally, he worked on setting you free of his hold. He took his time with it, each finger sliding out of you painfully slow like he was slowly uncorking a pent-up bottle of champagne. With your mouth free first, you took your time breathing and gathering your wits, looking down into the floor as shame crept over your body. It was all so nasty and dirty, and when he pulled his fingers out from between your legs, you knew all you wanted was more of it.

          “Fuck,” you breathed, surprised when he lifted your chin and placed a rather chaste kiss against your messy mouth.

          “I take it you’ve never had somethin’ in your ass?”

          “N-no, but it…”

          “Feels good, yeah?”

          You shot him a suspicious look, “How would you know?”

          “I’ve been around, kid.”

          Kenny groaned as he sat back, moving you off his lap.

          “My knees are too fucking old for this. Get on the bed.”

          You didn’t know how you could. Your legs felt like pudding and your hands were completely numb behind your back. Kenny walked to the corner of the small bedroom, pulling his suspenders down so he could toss his shirt into the floor. You struggled to move, eyeing the knife in the floor carefully so you didn’t accidentally cut yourself as you fumbled like a little fawn gaining her legs.

          You enjoyed the feel of standing for a moment, leaning back against the wall in all your sloppy nakedness as you watched Kenny dip his hands into the wash bin.

          This was the last thing you expected when you woke up this morning. You’d been free, ready to get started on a cornbread and bean breakfast, only to be kidnapped before you could even lace up your shoes. Now you were watching Kenny Ackerman get undressed and hang that signature bowler hat on the back of the door.

          He looked better without the hat. In fact, he looked so much better naked.

          He had sun kissed skin on his arms and neck from working in the sun, lean sinews of muscle carved over his chest, his thighs. He was dusted in wiry black hair, like someone had taken ash from a fire and doused him in it. And his cock was hard and proud between his legs, long and curved up toward his stomach. Your ego spiked at the thought that you’d made him that way; you were the reason his swollen head was leaking and twitching.

          “Can I touch you now?”

          “What?” He looked puzzled, running a hand through his dark, shoulder length hair. It looked longer than when you last saw him.

          You moved toward him on still shaky legs, making a show of pulling at your hands bound behind your back.

          “Shit, I forgot you were tied up. But you gotta promise me when I cut you loose you ain’t just gonna sprint out that door.”

          “I don’t have any clothes, Kenny.”

          He laughed genuinely at that, scratching at the back of his neck. He’d have to remedy that tomorrow, go out and buy you something to wear so he didn’t parade you around town naked as the day you were born.

          You stayed still as he reached for that big knife of his on the floor, settling up behind you to start gnawing the blade through the thick rope. Your shoulders felt at ease when you felt the slack begin to set into your binds, the last bit of hemp audibly slicing away. You pulled your hands in front of you, immediately rubbing at the raw spots on your wrists. They’d be bruised tomorrow, scab over by the next day.

          Kenny wrapped his arms around you from behind, hands first skimming over your shoulders and upper arms.

          “If you didn’t have such a bad habit of runnin’, I wouldn’t have to do that to you, kid.”

          “You’d run away if you had my life, too.”

          You knew you didn’t need to fill in the blanks for him. He’d been around long enough to know the ins and outs of your story.

          “Suppose I would.”

          He kissed your neck as he walked you to the bed, turning you around so he could crawl up the naked expanse of your body as you laid back against the hay stuffed mattress.

          “Someone as pretty as you don’t deserve someone like me chasin’ after you.” But his confession didn’t stop him from settling between your thighs and bending down to suck one of your nipples into his eager mouth. You moaned, elated to have your hands free so you could tangle your fingers into his long hair.

          “I told you,” you gasped when he bit into your skin hard enough to leave marks, “I like the chase.”

          He licked a long, hot stripe between the valley of your breasts before bringing his face back to yours. You kept your hands in his hair as he leaned down to kiss you, all brute force and greedy tongue like you’d gotten used to before. You were just as hungry for him, your body feeling fresh and ripe after your orgasm and ready to be filled again. You bit at his lower lip, smirking when you got a reaction from him. Your tongue began to map the insides of his mouth, letting the taste of him overwhelm you.

          Kenny was impatient, gripping your hips and spreading you apart again.

          “I like you better when you’re submissive.” He murmured into your mouth, skilled fingers spreading your pussy so the fat head of his cock could rub against you.

          “I said I would be a good girl, daddy.”

          His head dropped to your shoulder with a groan, “I can’t fucking handle you calling me that, kid.”

          “Oh yeah? Is me calling you daddy going to make you cream early, old man?”

          He slid his cock inside of you rough and fast to shut you up. Your head fell farther back against the pillow as you mewled, his fingers still having not prepared you for the feel of his stretching you open. Your walls were snug against him; you could feel every throbbing vein under his silken skin dragging against your insides as he pulled out and pushed into you slowly.

          Each thrust had euphoria blooming from your stomach and spreading across all your extremities. It was like you could suddenly feel everything, the pleasure making the world around you sharpen. Kenny was breathing hotly into your neck, your nipples were painfully hard and sliding against the dark, downy hairs of his chest. Your fingers were coming back to life, your nails scraping against the greyed roots of his hair. Your toes were curling in the air, your thighs and hips burning from bearing the heaviness of Kenny between them. Both your heart and his were beating fast, blood pumping as if in the same drumline together.

          “Fuck you feel so fucking good,” he drawled, “s-so fucking soft, so tight.”

          Little sounds were leaving your parted lips, eyes struggling to stay open as each plunge of Kenny’s cock was engulfing you with ecstasy. He was starting to get a bit punishing with his movements, moving hard and fast inside of you and making you forget yourself. His nails were biting into the fatty flesh of your hips, where half-moon marks would surely adorn your skin in the morning. You’d have hickies on your neck too, especially now as he sunk his teeth into the tender spot where your throat met your shoulder.

          God it felt good to be used, to be wanted. And you knew Kenny wanted you, he’d even said he wanted to carve his name into your skin. Something inside of you told you that he’d want to own you, if you’d let him. You caught a lot of his longing gazes before, whether in the back of the saloon he frequented or the ridiculous dance halls your family drug you to. You’d often wondered if he would fuck you against a wall if you tempted him to, and now you had your long-awaited answer.

          “Oh daddy,” you purred, both purposely and not, little oh’s and mhm’s following behind.

          The name spurred Kenny into a new gait. He shifted back onto his knees swiftly, the same hand from before resuming its chokehold on your neck. You moaned at the familiar contact, the sound trapped behind his spread fingers. He had more power behind his hips from this angle, sending his cock deeper into your depths and into places his long fingers couldn’t reach from before. Your eyes squeezed shut, tiny gasps all that could be formed behind the wall of his hand.

          “Who knew you were such a little slut, darlin. Might keep you around after all.”

          Your tits were bouncing in rhythm with his relentless assault, your hands now fisting into the feather pillow next to your face.

          “F-fucking shit, I—” you were going stupid, is what you were. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your brain felt foggy in your head.

          “You’ve got such a dirty mouth on ya,” Kenny put more pressure behind the fist around your neck, the lack of oxygen making it even harder to think than before, “you really do need a daddy to teach you some, fuck, s-some fucking manners.”

          All you could do was nod, completely lost to the feeling of him encompassing you, filling you.

          His free hand pulled at one of your limp legs, hoisting it up and over his shoulder. He smothered your skin with wet kisses, nipping at your ankle and chuckling when he felt the bubbled squeal beneath his palm. The hair on his torso tickled the back of your thigh, adding a new layer of sensation that you didn’t think you could handle. It was too much—Kenny was too much, fucking into you like a feral beast that just got his first taste of sweet flesh.

          “You’re never gettin’ away from me again,” he hissed out between gritted teeth, “you’re mine now.”

          You couldn’t think to respond. Kenny unwrapped his hand from your throat, letting that blood flow return to your head.

          “You hear me?”

          You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. All you could focus on was the drumming of his cock hitting your insides, the wet, squelching sounds of your pussy sucking him in.

          The sound of him slapping his hand across your check registered before the pain did. You gasped as your head swung with the force, the side of your face smarting with a throbbing sting.  

          “Say you’re mine, kid.” Seriousness laced his tone, those dangerous, long fingers grasping at your jaw and pulling you to look at him. He leaned forward, curling your leg with him, making you groan at the pleasure and pain mixing as he tested your flexibility. He kept moving inside of you, pace never faltering.

          “Fucking. Say. It.”

          Your heart was racing with adrenaline, a strange concoction of fear and bliss spreading over your consciousness.

          “Y-yours,” you croaked out, wetting your lips with your tongue, “I’m yours, Kenny!”

          You didn’t mean to scream it, but it seemed to please him, that lecherous grin of his spreading over his lips.

          “That’s fucking right. I own this tight, pretty little pussy.”

          He released your jaw only to slap you again, quicker and softer this time, and you moaned the moment he made contact.

          “You like getting slapped around?”

          You turned your face back to him, smirking through the sting, “yes, daddy.”

          The devilishness that swirled in his eyes made your stomach flip. He paused the movements of his hips, letting your cunt flutter and clench at his stilled cock. Your breathing picked up as you registered what was about to happen.

          Kenny hit you with the back of his hand this time, bony knuckles thumping with the quick flick of his wrist. Without his cock moving inside of you, all you could do was bask in the stinging pain left behind on your cheeks. It felt so wrong, but it made the coil in your belly tighten like never before.

          “F-fuck,” you moaned, your balled fists releasing the pillow.

          Without a second thought, you grabbed at his hair, jerking him down to meet your mouth.

          “You better cum inside me after that, daddy, I think I deserve it.”

          “Oh, you deserve it darlin,” he started pumping inside of you again, sending your head flying back and his mouth landing on the pulse of your neck, “gonna fill you to the fucking brim.”

          His movements were cruel, fast, cock ramming inside of you so harshly that you felt it all the way in your throat. Your hand slipped from his hair and found purchase on his back, nails scraping against sweaty flesh. You could feel his rough skin splitting, but you didn’t care, all that mattered anymore was the way his cock slid in between your gummy walls, the way he was moaning your name like a fucking prayer against your skin.

          Kenny’s thumb found your clit, swirling quick, brutal circles over your swollen bud. You could feel yourself clench around him, the sharp pleasure almost painful. You were going to explode. You were going to topple over in ecstasy and it was all because of the wickedness of the dirty old man inside of you.

          “K-Kenny, holy f-fucking god, I-I—”

          He must have felt it before you did. Hot ropes of cum were seeping inside of you the moment you hit the high point of orgasm. Your nails slid down the entirety of his back, slim, warm rivulets of blood following in their wake.

          It was like the bliss never ended. You were caught in the waves of it, each one cresting and falling over and over again as you milked his cock dry, slick and cum pooling between your thighs and soaking the linens.

          Your heart was hammering in your chest. Kenny placed a delicate hand between your breasts, like he was trying to slow it down for you. His small act made the world narrow in around you; the remnants of stinging pain and excruciating pleasure still hummed, but you fell into the quiet of just listening to the two of you breath for a few moments.

          Eventually, your toes went numb. You’d fully forgotten the poor leg that had been curled over his shoulder. You shifted to move, and Kenny got the hint, finally pulling his spent cock from inside of you and rolling over on his back.

          “Shit,” he hissed through his teeth, hand reaching over his shoulder as he met the mattress, “you’ve got fucking claws.”

          You had half a mind to apologize, but you didn’t bother, still basking in the afterglow of sex. Your body was tired, wrists still aching, thighs shaking.

          “You alright?” A warm hand found your cheek, even hotter lips pressing to yours in a soft kiss.

          “Mhm, more than alright.”

          “Didn’t know you had that in you, kid.”

          Kenny pulled you into his chest, long arm curling around your back. His fingers traced soft, swirling patterns on your hip, and you nearly shuddered as you remembered those were the same movements he’d used to abuse your clit. You curled one of your legs over his, needing to get closer, those pesky after-sex hormones and needs clawing at your instincts.

          It felt oddly like home to be pressed up against him, your face against his chest, one of your hands mimicking his and drawing circling in his damp chest hair. He smelled like home, anyways, like earth and spices.

          “You gonna take me home?”

          He was quiet for a second, pressing his lips into your hairline.

          “Nah, I’ll take you someplace safe. Maybe buy you a fucking train ticket so you can get out of this part of the world.”

          “You sure you don’t want to keep me?”

          “Now don’t fucking tempt me with that, kid.”

          “I wouldn’t mind being yours, you know.”

          “You don’t wanna be mine, even if I make you say that shit when I’m fuckin’ you.”

          You knew he was right, but you didn’t offer him an affirmation.

          Maybe you’d let him fuck you for a few more days before you ventured off on your own, maybe you’d convince him to chase you down a few more times just for the thrill of it. Maybe you’d wrap your fists around his suspenders and convince him to run away with you.

          You did like Kenny, after all. Even if he was such a perverted, disgusting old man.

[inkedtae]

pretty boy ⇾ jjk. [M]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ shy!jungkook x reader (f.)

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒 ⇾ f2secretlovers, smut, fluff

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾ he’s just a pretty boy, a pretty boy ~ you wanna be his pretty toy

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ⇾ 4k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ trying to stay quiet sex, bathroom sex, playful sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), switch!jungkook, slight degradation kink, vibrator play, oral (m. receiving), cock slapping, spanking, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, boxer sniffing, also jungkook has a brow piercing (idk it just felt right)

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ ain’t he a pretty boy? this is extremely unedited. please do not leave hate towards me or any other readers. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work without my permission. here’s some more kookie kontent for you. i’m just here to feed both of our addictions. if you have any requests, please send them my way. enjoy!

A blush tinted the tips of Jungkook’s ears as he tried his best to stay focused on the conversation before him. He could feel you staring to his right. You’d been keeping your eyes trained on him for a while now, clearly not complying with the rules you had set together. 

Rule number five: no staring. It always turned into eye-fucking the moment your gazes collided. And from there, it was hard not to be obvious, his bulge denting his pants and your thighs pressing together all too excitedly. In your defence, you did try not to stare. You even somehow sparked up a conversation with Yoongi about why cereal disgusted him, doing your best to get lost in the absurd topic.

 But, he was just so pretty. His long wavy hair parted in the middle to expose his forehead. You never really thought the sight of a fucking forehead could be your undoing, yet there you were, biting your lip at the sight. The parting also exposed the new little silver piercing over the arch of his brow he had gotten a few weeks ago. Paired with his doe-like eyes, the image was dangerous. 

He ran a tattooed hand through his hair before curling it behind his ear. It took every ounce of you to not walk up to him and shower his face with kisses, sucking on his lips, maybe even licking at that new piercing again. Images from two nights ago flooded back to you, intoxicating you with want. Two nights is too long away from him and his touch. But, being the competitive guy he was, Jungkook was hell-bent on not letting Jin be right. 

“I bet you’d get together before Namjoon gets his license,” Jin had laughed, nudging Namjoon who always happened to be caught in the cross-fire.

Jungkook, having already asked you out the night before, had fallen silent. He spared you a glance before shyly muttering, “try me.”

Jin raised a brow, looping his arm around Namjoon’s neck. “When you’re getting your license, Joon?” he had asked. When Namjoon refused to answer, adamant on saying out of this (as you were), Jin continued, “right after Jungkook asks out (Y/N), right?”

A sudden jolt of low vibrations pulsed in your pussy and pulled you right out of your thoughts. You jumped a bit in surprise, Yoongi staring at his hands as he spoke, unfazed by your discomfort. Your panicked eyes shot back to Jungkook, who had a smug smile playing on his lips. His hand was in his pocket, fingers subtly moving beneath the dark jean fabric. 

The vibrations intensified slightly, making you shudder in your seat. You sat back and bit your lip to keep from moaning his name. You knew he was going to be playing with you today. He had texted you that morning asking you to insert that baby red vibrator he got you in your pussy before coming over. You were buzzing with excitement the whole day. You sat alone most of the time and waited for the playing to start, your pussy clenching around the toy in need of some friction. And he chose now, when you were in the middle of a conversation with one of his best friends, to set it off.

“And that’s why I stopped eating cereal,” Yoongi finished.

You blinked repeatedly, tearing your needy gaze away from a proud looking Jungkook and onto Yoongi. “Hmm?” you hummed, voice catching back moans. “Oh, yeah, me too.” You hoped that was a good enough reply to whatever the hell he was going on about. 

Yoongi furrowed his brows, muttering, “Hoseok spat soju in your bowl too?” You were about to reassure him that wasn’t the case, hoping to come up with some passabe lie in a steady voice but Yoongi was already getting up from his place on the couch, shouting at Hoseok. 

“Yah, Hoseok! The fuck did we say about the soju, man?” 

Jimin and Taehyung began stifling their laughter, raising their comics up to hide their smiles. In fact, everyone seemed to be trying to contain their amusement. Namjoon and Jin turned away from Jungkook, staring between Yoongi and Hoseok, who was previously enjoying a bowl of cereal himself. All attention was on them, except for Jungkook’s. He met your gaze before his eyes began trailing up and down your curves. 

You were wearing one of his shirts, tightening it just above your waist to fit it to your frame while your tight high-waisted jeans clothed the rest of you. He bit his lip and raised that pierced brow then silently slipped away from Jin and Namjoon. You waited a moment, rolling your hips out of habit from the pleasure the vibrator offered, then followed him. Yoongi’s and Hoseok’s argument got louder, Jin having himself a laugh and Namjoon trying to decide when exactly to cut in as you trembled your way down the hall. 

You peeked into Jungkook’s room, noticing it was dark before looking down the hall to find him leaning his back against the doorframe of the bathroom. He looked back at you, a shy smile playing on his lips. He had his phone out of his pocket now, visibly swiping his thumb up and down the screen. Rule number three: always opt for a room with a lock. The risk was thrilling but winning was better, Jungkook had told you. 

With a quick glance over your shoulder, you made sure no one had followed and hurried over to him. He slipped his phone back into his pockets, the vibrator still buzzing within, and placed his hands on your hips. Yours found their usual place on his shoulders. He pressed your bodies together only to turn you around and back you into the washroom. You smiled up at him, waiting for the door to shut and lock before letting your moans tumble out of your mouth. 

Jungkook chuckled to himself at your needy state, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight. He then kissed you to muffle the sound of your moans. His lips always tasted vaguely of vanilla and raspberries. You grew familiar with the taste of them very quickly, craving raspberries whenever you were missing him. 

He let his hands fall to your ass to roughly grip your cheeks and pressed your crotch against his hardening length. “You were staring,” he muttered against your lips, pulling back for a quick breath before his lips were on yours again. 

You circled your hips against him, too consumed by the buzz of the vibrator to care about what you did or didn’t do. The shouts from the living room got louder and Jungkook took advantage of it, smacking his hand down on your ass, groping at the round flesh again. 

You gasped into his lips, cupping his face and pulling back only enough to meet his gaze. He looked down at you, imitating your pouty lips and wide eyes. You knew he was teasing you but it only made him look even prettier. You pecked the freckle under his lip as a means of an apology for breaking one of the rules. 

Jungkook melted against you, immediately forgiving your action. You knew acting cute and innocent always got you what you wanted with him. It was the whole reason he agreed to buy you a vibrator to begin with. He was too shy and nervous to enter the sex shop alone, holding your small hand with both of his large ones as you scoured between the aisles. He wore his black bucket hat low and a matching face mask to hide his reddening cheeks. All it took was one little innocent look from you for him to buy what he really wanted as he grabbed the box of the baby red vibrator. 

His hands circled to your front, ready to unbutton and undress you, but you held his wrist. Confusion washed over his pretty features at the unusual contact. You shuddered a bit from the pleasure against your walls, earning a smirk from him, then lowered yourself onto your knees. 

He blushed deeply, brows shooting up at you in surprise.This wasn’t the first time you’ve gotten on your knees for him, nor will it be the last. Jungkook was always just so taken aback by your unwavering willingness to please him. After weeks, he still hadn't understood that you’d do anything for a pretty boy and his big pretty cock. 

You unbuttoned his jeans, and slowly pulled them down as a chorus of shouts from the living room bled into the bathroom. He was already panting heavily, gazing down at you while you nudged his hard cock, still confined in his boxer briefs, with your nose. You inhaled his scent, whimpering softly at how the mere smell of him further dampened your panties. 

Spreading your legs to have that vibrator range and buzz freely in your pussy, you pulled his boxer briefs down to join his jeans around his ankles. His cock sprang out and slapped over your face. Jungkook hissed at the sight. “Sorry,” he rasped, breathless and helpless to your touch. 

So cute; so pretty, your thought before giggling to yourself at his reaction. You licked a strip up the side of his cock, causing some precum to smear across your cheek. He rested his head back against the door, looking down at you with hooded lids. You maintained eye contact, wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, which was so huge your fingers couldn’t even meet, and smacked his cock repeatedly against your cheek. 

His doe-like eyes widened at your actions and he inhaled a sharp breath through his nose. “Fuck, you’re such a slut,” he whispered like it was his first time realizing this. 

You stuck your tongue out and relocated the cock slapping over it, filling the bathroom with the slick smacks of his cock meeting your wet tongue and his uneven breaths. You then wrapped your mouth over the tip, sucking harshly for every drop of salty pre-cum he would give you. Pouting your lips against the slit of his tip, you muttered, “only for pretty boys.” 

He blushed, biting his lip at your words. A shy chuckle still escaped him however, and he gazed down at you with a gleam of pride in his eyes. You smiled against his tip then licked at his slit making his legs tremble like your pussy was. You decided that sight was enough to stop teasing and let your real work begin. Your mouth engulfed his cock without further warning, and you sucked, swirling your tongue around it. One of your hands pumped whatever you hadn’t shoved in your mouth yet while your other hand cupped his balls. 

His eyes shut tightly, nose scrunching up so cutely at your sudden change of pace. He ran a hand through his hair and let out throaty crosses of groans and whimpers. You continued to work your hand up and down his shaft, bobbing your head to take more and more of his cock. You hollowed out your cheeks to suck harsher and he buckled his hips into your mouth, your hand slamming into your pouty lips. He seemed eager to fuck your mouth so you dropped your hands to his thighs, digging your nails into them to steady yourself. Jungkook gripped your head with both hands and forced you to take him deeper. Your gag reflex began to kick in. The pornographic sounds sent vibrations over his cock.

The vibrator lost in you suddenly jolted into a speed you never experienced before. The violent buzzing was now heard in the bathroom between your gags and Jungkook’s moans. You cunt withered against the harsh stimulation and you never felt your orgasm build up and release that fast. 

Jungkook noticed your sudden stiffening frame and pulled up cock out of your mouth. Your jaw still hung open as you so desperately tried to remain silent while your orgasm shot through you. You gripped onto his thighs tighter and he didn’t do anything to stop you, petting your head and whispering a variety of dirty encouragements. 

“That’s a good slut. Cum for me, baby,” he ordered in a soft voice. He held his cock and used his tip to tilt your chin up to face him. You began to scream, eyes rolling back from the pure pleasure that washed over you, but he quickly shoved his cock into your mouth to silence you. “Shit, shut up!” He hissed, as you quaked in your place on the floor. 

Your jeans darken around your crotch, drenched with your orgasm. You pulled your mouth away from his cock as tears began to prick your eyes from the overstimulation. “Please,” you whimpered. “C-can’t…” you trailed off, swallowing back a loud moan. You couldn’t find the words to tell him you couldn’t take another second of the vibrations.

Jungkook smirked down at you, storking himself gently. “My phone’s beside you, babe,” he mumbled, watching you snap your head down to search for it. 

Your eyes fell on it immediately. It was lying awkwardly against the floor and the baseboards as it must’ve fallen from his pocket in the midst of his rough assault on your throat. You fumbled with the passcode then turned the vibrator off. A little sigh of relief escaped you as your cum further spoiled your jeans, darkening the fabric between your inner thighs now too.

“Did I say to turn it off?” Jungkook questioned, slapping his cock against your cheek. 

You whined, looking up at him with a pout. He shook his head as he guided his tip over your pouty lips like a tube of lipstick. “Place it on the lowest setting, baby, and get back on your feet for me,” he ordered. 

You bitterly complied, turning the vibrator on and showing it to him to prove you did what you were told since he couldn’t hear it’s buzzing anymore. 

When you got back on your feet, Jungkook released his cock and unbuttoned your jeans. “How are you going to cover that up?” He smugly asked, raising that pierced brow up at you. 

You didn’t answer him, biting your lips to suppress your tiny whimpers from the vibrator. He pushed your pants and panties down, watching as a sting of your arousal connected your pussy to the ruined fabric. He bent down and used his tongue to casually break the string like it was something he always did, then waited for you to step out of them so he could kick them off to the side. With your legs slightly spread, he could see the tail of the baby red vibrator sticking out of your cunt, trembling with the vibrations. 

He shyly smiled at you, a faint pink blush creeping up his neck. His duality never failed to amaze you. One second he’s ordering you around, slapping his cock against your face and the next he’s bashfully blushing and unable to fully stare at your pussy without a shy smile upon his lips. 

You turned around, leaning your hands against the counter and staring at his reflection in the mirror. He looked completely confused, catching your gaze and quirking a brow up at you. You arched your back to raise your round ass up for him, and he smacked it out of habit, looking back at you to see if that was okay. 

You giggled a moan as he rubbed the sting away. He had a little smile on his lips too as cute chuckles escaped him. “Is that what you wanted?” He asked before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself against you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. “Hmm, baby?”

“I actually wanted your cock in me, but that was fine too,” you smiled at his reflection. 

He blushed at his mistake, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You giggled a bit and pressed your ass back against his cock. His head snapped up at your reflection once more, a curious look in his eyes. He stood up straight again, maintaining eye contact with your reflection as he combed your hair back and away from your face and neck. He grunted a bit as he ran his cock up and down between your folds. “Such a wet little cunt,” he whispered to himself, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder. 

You whined, pushing your ass back against his hips once more. “Kookie,” you whimpered, tired of all the teasing. You wanted so badly to feel the stretch of his cock in you while that vibrator was still going.

Jungkook stepped back instead, making your huff in frustration. “Can you take off your shirt, baby?” he asked in a gentle whisper while he pulled his own off. “I- I just wanna see all of you.” 

You couldn’t really deny him that pleasure, especially when he was gracing your sight with the image of his chest. So, you took off your shirt. 

“Why don’t I get a toy?” He questioned playfully as he helped you with your bra before tossing both your shirt and bra to the side.

You smiled at him through the mirror, pulling his hands on your waist again. “I’m your toy,” you whispered. 

His face flushed red as he tongued his cheek. His hand fell back to his cock once more and he aligned himself with your entrance. “You have a dirty mouth,” he grunted as he pushed into you. His lips pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear before he purred, “my favourite kind of toy.”

You quivered against his hold, leaning your head back upon his shoulder as he stretched out your cunt. His cock was so big, filling you up so well, he stunted the vibrations of the toy in you. 

His brows furrowed in confusion for a second. “Shit, did I break it?”

It buzzed back to life in a second or two and relief watched over his face. You knew he was only concerned because he didn’t have the courage to walk back into the sex shop and by another…  not without you anyways. 

His thrusts began slow and impactful, balls slapping against your pussy. Your tits bounced with his thrust and you noticed he had a hard time splitting his attention between your pleasured face and your bouncing tits. He wanted to reach up and grab them, groping and squeezing that soft flesh, but at this point he knew his hold around your waist was the only thing keeping you up. It was when he jabbed your g-spot with a newfound rigorous force, that all other thrusts needed to match it. 

A cry tore out of your throat and he smacked his hand over your mouth, eyes flashing a dark warning at you through the mirror. “Keep quiet, toy,” he hushed through gritted teeth. 

Tears pooled in your eyes as your orgasm neared. He hadn’t noticed, burying his face in the crook of your neck to shower your skin with kisses and hickies he’d soothe with little licks. Your cunt clenched like a vice tightly around his cock, gripping it as your eyes made their way to the back of your head. Tears ran freely down your face. You had barely felt the knots in your lower abdomen collect, twisting and taunting you with the possibility of a release. Then the cool ball of his brow piercing brushed against your jawline and you came undone, shuddering in his hold as you rode out your high. 

Your body spasmed against his, ears ringing and eyes lost between a weird medium of being neither shut or open. You were thankful for his hand over your mouth, your uncontrollable squeals and screeches effectively muffled. Jungkook stared into your eyes, nonetheless, ramming into you with a little smile. You felt his cock twitch, flicking your g-spot. Your eyes shot open and you caught his needy gaze. You gave him that innocent look he adored so much and he pushed himself deep inside you. His face scrunched up, brows furrowed, lips curled in a scowl and eyes in an intense squint as he released his thick, warm cum in you. You sighed happily against his palm, your tears staining his fingers. 

You rested for a moment like that, his cock still deep in you, softening, as you continued to stare at each other’s reflections. He kept his hand on your mouth until he pulled his cock and the vibrator out of you. He didn’t glance down at his creamed cock like he always did. Instead, he kissed your shoulder and cheeks, muttering how good you took his huge cock. 

“What a good little toy. You always take my cock so well, babygirl. Later, I'm gonna come over and I wanna hear you screaming my name, okay? Do you think you’re able to do that for me, little toy?”” he mumbled. When you nodded eagerly, turning your head to face him, he smiled and whispered, “good. Now, open your mouth, baby.”

You parted your lips, accepting the still vibrating toy in your mouth. “Mmm,” you hummed at the taste of your mixed cum. He smiled at you, flashing those bunny-like teeth.

“Jungkook?” Jin voiced on the other side of the door. You and your boyfriend shared a horrified expression. When had the arguments on the other side of the door cease? How long has he been standing there? Were the others with him too?

Jungkook quickly pulled the vibrator out of your mouth by its tail then turned around looking for his phone. “Yeah?” he answered in the steadiest voice he could muster, finding his phone and switching off the buzzing.

“Do you have someone in there with you?”

Panic shot through your veins as you turned to look at Jungkook. Fear swam in his eyes. You both stood there naked and too scared to move to collect your things with Jin just on the other side of the door. “Of course not,” Jungkook lied, holding your hand to calm his trembling one. You shifted closer to him, hugging his muscular arm. He smiled a bit at the gesture, seeming to find comfort in it.

The door knob began to rattle and, even though it was locked, Jungkook stepped in front of you, a blush creeping up his neck at the mere thought of being caught ass-naked. “Hyung,” he exclaimed, lunging to grip the door knob. 

Jin laughed heartily, triggering the other guys’ to join. “Next time do that shit in your room,” he called, voice becoming distant. “That’s a communal place, you fiends.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, turning back to you. He leaned his head back against the door, just like he did when you were sucking him off. You couldn’t help but notice he still looked just as pretty. 

“So, shall we go to your room then?” You suggested with an innocent smile. 

Jungkook’s brows bounced a bit at your words. “You’re an eager toy,” he chuckled, pushing himself off the door and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You grazed your nails up and down his biceps as he rested his forehead against yours. “Only for a pretty boy.”

[andguesswhat]

The fool on the hill - Chapter 14

Birthday

*

In the night of his birthday Owen had an amazing dream where Tom was sucking his cock.

It felt so real, Tom’s wet and hot mouth blowing him, his tongue licking, kissing and sucking his throbbing cock - oh God Tom could suck cock so well - and his fingers were at Owen’s entrance, slippery and wet, pushing into him, and Owen was already rock hard and he really didn’t want to wake up, he really just didn’t want this dream to end, but somehow his consciousness woke up anyway, maybe because he was already moaning and enjoying this too much, but strangely the sucking didn’t stop, he still could feel it wet and hot and tight around his cock and – God - he could still feel those fingers in his ass, and he had to gasp when those fingers found his sensitive spot and it dawned on Owen that this wasn’t a dream anymore and when he opened his eyes and saw Tom between his legs, sucking devotedly at his cock, looking up to him, hollow-cheeked and with that gaze… he immediately had to let his head fall back on the cushion and moan loudly because what the hell…? Why was this guy so damn sexy?

He felt Tom’s tongue lick across his belly, further up over his chest, his throat and chin, and then he had a happy Tom hovering over him, smiling at him, whispering “happy birthday” before he leaned in to give him a deep and sexy kiss, with tongue and everything, while he was grinding his cock against Owen’s, and they both had to moan heavily because of that. And just as Owen was about to consider how they could finish this now, Tom whispered in his hear, “Wanna fuck my mouth?”

Jesus Christ!

Owen held Tom’s head between his hands because he just had to, he loved this guy so much.

He looked him deep in the eye and gave him a soft and loving kiss.

Tom grinned, “I’ll take this as a yes” and began licking downward again, down his chest, down his belly until he finally encased Owen’s cock with his lips. God, yes. Owen didn’t need much more, Tom’s fingers were inside of him again, hitting his prostrate, and Owen put Tom’s head between his hands again… but this time not to kiss him but to fuck him into his sweet mouth, not overly hard but just enough to make it feel so fucking sexy, he just needed a few thrusts, deep and wet, and he came with a loud groan, spurting his cum and Tom swallowed it and God, this was…

It wasn’t like he hadn’t had good sex in the last weeks but man..! That was really…

He caressed Tom’s cheek with his thumb while Tom was still licking his cock. A kiss on the tip, then Tom crawled up to him and smiled “I’ve always wanted to do that. Wake someone up by giving him a blowjob.”

“Glad I could help,” Owen replied hoarsely. He reached for Tom’s still hard cock and began stroking it. “What about you?” But Tom leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I want to think about you all day.”

And then Tom started singing a Norwegian Birthday song. Or at least, that’s what Owen assumed. In any case, it was beautiful to hear.

“And look what I got for you.” Tom reached next to the bed and handed him a small box.

Owen had to smile as soon as he opened it. “Wow! An avocado pop socket!”

Tom’s grin turned into a frown. “How come you know how they are called?”

Owen laughed. “Come on, I’m not that old.”

Tom rolled his eyes- “That’s not what I meant. I just thought you didn’t really seem interested in that sort of thing either….”

“Yeah, but I have Ford…”

Tom nodded in agreement. “Good point. Aaaanyway,” he took a deep breath, “breakfast is in the kitchen, I’ll see you tonight.”

And with this, Tom slipped into his clothes, a parting kiss on the mouth, “Suit recommended”, and was out of the door.

Owen smiled to himself. Yeah, he couldn’t wait to see Tom in a decent suit. Which reminded him, he had to get one himself first.

Owen was now living in Tom’s apartment. After shooting his last scene for “Loki”, he had postponed his flight for a week. Everything else would have been just stupid. And for this time he had moved in with Tom. It was a bit cheesy but he had to admit it felt nice living together in one place.

During the day he would read a lot, play with Bobby, took him for walks and sometimes he would visit the set.

But today he had something else to do. He had to go shopping.

The shop assistant in the store immediately recognized him from the last time.

“Was the sweater dress well received?” she asked and smiled at him with a bright smile.

Owen had the sudden urge to laugh dirty at that but tried to suppress it and politely smiled back at her. “Yes, it was received very well.”

“Well, if there is a need, we have it in a few new colours. Magenta, lavender and emerald.”

Emerald…

But before his thoughts went wild, he said “Thank you, I’ll let you know. But today I need something for me. A suit….”

And half an hour later Owen got the latest chic, beige pants that were really baggy, a blue denim shirt and a dark jacket made of fine fleece. Not to forget the matching hat. The shop assistant gave him two thumps up.

Tom also made an appreciative face when they met at the fancy restaurant “Wow… you look fantastic!” But of course Owen thought Tom wearing a classic suit was so much better looking. And no, he tried not to think about those legs in these pants too much.

In any case they had a perfect evening.

Owen was surprised how relaxed they were, even though they had only a few days left.

But they were in a good mood, they talked, they laughed. Nothing more, nothing less. It felt like this should last forever.

Back at Tom’s place they kissed, gentle kisses, loving kisses, no rush, no hurry, but at some point Owen remembered Tom’s boner from this morning and he asked “What do you want me to do?”

Tom smiled. “That's supposed to be my question. It’s your birthday, did you forget?”

“No, I didn’t. But since it is my birthday, I want to do whatever I want. Which is…” he looked Tom deep in the eye, “to pleasure you.”

Tom laughed softly before he said “Kissing is fine.”

Owen narrowed his eyes. Sometimes this damn politeness was just inappropriate, “Come on, tell me!”

And because Tom still didn’t answer, just kept kissing him, Owen thought he needed to be a little more explicit.

He lifted Tom over his shoulder, who more or less squealed in surprise, tried to protest but then just laughed, went into the bathroom with him under the shower and threatened to turn on the faucet. “So tell me what you want me to do!”

“Okay, okay,…” Tom begged, still laughing, “I want you to…” Owen pretended to turn on the faucet, and Tom hastily continued, “To lick my ass!”

“There.” Owen smiled with satisfaction. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He wanted to let Tom down but in the process Tom got to the faucet and accidentally opened it, causing water to run down. And because they both had to laugh so hard about it and couldn’t do much else, they just stood there, the water pouring down on them and soon their suits were soaking wet.

They tried to get rid of their wet clothes but their horniness got in the way a bit, the kisses got more intense as did the groping. But eventually Owen finally had Tom where he wanted him. Naked on the bed on the stomach.

He knew exactly how much Tom loved having his ass ate out. And Owen loved licking Tom because he loved how Tom responded to it. That soft but deep moan, the way he writhed his body. He just loved it. It made him horny like hell. So he lavished Tom with his tongue and kneaded his cheeks until Tom clawed his hands into the bed sheets, gasping and moaning, rubbing his cock desperately against the sheets to get some friction.

When Owen reached for Tom’s cock, he could feel it was already rock hard but he still wanted to have it in his mouth, so he replaced his tongue with his thumb, pushing in and out of Tom’s ass and positioned himself so that he could suck Tom’s cock. Immediately Tom’s hands were in his hair, “God Owen…” He himself had a boner, too, but this time he just wanted to pleasure Tom.

When he felt Tom’s precum on his tongue, he changed his position again, back to pleasuring Tom’s ass again, slowly sliding his tongue between Tom’s cheeks, making sure to get every nerve that there was that would send those orgasmic sparks through Tom’s body. He wanted to pump Tom’s cock with his hand, too, but Tom stopped him.

“God, Owen..Stop...”

Owen looked up to him to see what the problem was.

“I want you inside me,” Tom panted.

Owen swallowed.

The way Tom said this…

For a second, they just looked at each other.

Seeing this deep affection they felt for each other.

It dawned on them...

And Owen knew that was it, this was going to be their last time.

He would have thought that he would get sad… that he would hate that feeling.

But instead he felt just … grateful.

So goddamn grateful.

When he entered Tom this time, he felt connected to him like never before. The way they were looking at each other was filled with loving intensity and the knowledge of complete acceptance of this other. And when he started moving inside him, their eyes always resting on the other, he knew that this time they wouldn’t be fucking, they wouldn’t be playing around to get the best orgasm they could, they would just feel the other, be with the other as close as they could, their bodies would be moving in sync and - as cheesy as it sounded but it was true - they would just make love.

And if this was normally something that would scare him, something he would immediately question, he was glad he just didn’t have the time to think about it.

He could just let it happen and give himself over to it. He needed to. And it felt fucking good.

*

[thepaperpanda]

~WHEN THE PARTICLE OF GOD PERMEATES YOU~ || Part II

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Summary: Without the past you can't understand the present. You meet Higgs Monaghan on your way. Will he help you find out about your past or will he try to use you for his own purposes?

Warnings: None

Words: 3299

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Days had been passing, and the situation remained unchanged.

You were lurking throughout the camp trying to be as productive as it was only possible, however you didn't have many occasions to help in anything as the others were pushing you aside. You weren't surprised though; you were a newcomer, without a purpose or any special skills, and you quickly became Higgs' favourite, which most of his men didn't approve.

Sometimes, it's enough to survive another day, right?, you'd been thinking to yourself.

"Would you look at that? Our little star is doing nothing as always. Why don't you go and be useful? Sucking Higgs off ain't enough here," one of men said grabbing your shoulder. "Why is he even keeping you here?"

Meanwhile Higgs was away, sitting in his bunker. He was trying to come up with some logical theory of how you ended up where you did. How could this happen that you just woken up with no past? “I’ve got breaking news and it’s about you fucking off of me,” you showed your middle finger to the group of men, and in return your gained few chuckles and some more rambunctious comments. When Higgs was gone, they were making a lot of fun of you, always; you hated every minute in the camp without Man in The Golden Mask.

Meantime, Higgs hummed, studding the map and trying to find the place you could come out from. Bridges was the closest point but it made no fucking seans for them to just leave you out there to die.

After a few more minutes Higgs shrugged. "Ah, fuck it. Time to check upon my kittycat." And with that he was back in the camp as he teleported. After stretching his back he called you. "Y/N! Where is my favourite girl hiding?" You were almost outside the camp, sitting at one of the largest rocks, taking notes and sketching the mountains located on the north. You tried to escape from all of the mean glances and comments. “Hey, you,” one of the guards pointed his laser gun at you. “Higgs is seeking  you in the camp. Move your ass to him.” With a loud sigh escaping your lips you closed the sketchbook and pinned your hair in a ponytail. While walking back to the camp, you were thinking about your purpose, it was pretty frustrating that you didn’t remember anything even after such a long period of time.

Higgs waited with hands crossed on his chest. He gave you a wicked smile as soon as he noticed you approaching. “Ah! Here is my lady with no past. I was getting fucking worried you are gone."

“Me? Gone? I have nowhere to go,” you replied to him with disarming honesty. “Good to see you, you’ve been gone for a longer while...,” you hesitated after saying this as you knew he’ll assume you missed him. Thanks Beach he didn’t realize yet it was all true.

"My cute deflowered sweetheart missed me," Higgs chuckled softly with a wide smile, showing the line of white teeth. "I missed you too and I was away, indeed. I’ve been thinking from where you came and I may have an idea."

Hearing his words you tilted your head aside a little. “Tell me?,” you asked.

"Well, my little, sexy kitten might be Bridges' property. Am not sure yet but I sure will find out!," He said loudly and shrugged. "I even have an idea how I will do it."

While you were listening to his words, your thoughts drifted in some unknown way and when you gathered your attention, you gave him a brief nod. “I see.” A deep sigh left your parted lips as you glared up at him. “Hey, I’ve been wondering whether there's something I can do around the camp, I hate how others are making fun of me and the fact that my only purpose here is to warm your cock up,” you rubbed your temples. “I can do anything, bring packages, clean, whatever.”

He chuckled at your question. It was simply stupid. "You are here to be by my side. To be a good girl," Higgs said, gently touching your cheek. "Tell me who bothered you and I will take care of this." A shiver ran along your spine as he touched your cheek; his tenderness was light like a touch of butterfly wings yet his fingers seemed to burn marks on your face. “Forget about it,” you asked him quickly as you dared to put your palm on top of his.

Higgs laughed and grabbed your waist, pulling you as close as possible. "Listen I know you might have a soft heart but it's all about the example. So? Which of those fuckers did it?," He asked again.

You licked your lips and bit the lower one as you got stressed. “If you truly care for me, leave it. I can handle as I don’t care,” you asked him once again while wrapping arms around his chest and nuzzling your head to him.

He squezzed your waist and smiled. "Kitten. You forgot who I am. No one dares to hurt what's mine, even with stupid insults," Higgs summed up and gently pushed you aside to walk to the group of terrorits. He smiled softly looking at others. "Okay! Listen up, fuckers. Which one of you was brave enough to throw stupid words at my girl?"

“Oh my God,” you whispered under your breath as you realized what was happening. You followed him quickly and stood by his side, swallowing hardly while your sight slipped over all the gathered men.

“It was me,” one of them stepped ahead from the group, keeping his head produly up. “Listen, Higgs, we all know that you’re the most powerful of us but it’s fucking rude to be the only one who gets laid and who’s allowed to have a girl around. Most of us don’t like her presence as all she does is lurking around, no purpose, no skills,” the guy continued to speak. “Would be better if you sent her away or killed her. No one needs her around, except you. You’re not better than any of us.”

Higgs hummed listening to the complaints. Then he walked in the line, from left to right with his hands placed behind his back. "If I can be honest. She is more worthy than any of you here but…," he said slowly, rubbing his chin, "But you, bastards, you all are fucking lucky. IT'S YOUR LUCKY FUCKING DAY! Because instead of killing you all and leaving your bodies at Bridges doorsteps, I will fix what you all are complaining about," Higgs announced and looked at you.

You frowned a little at his words.

“So? Will you send her away?,” the man asked, his eyes and you.

Higgs wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling your tightly to his side.

"Oh, Y/N, Y/N... You see, these men here are mad at me because I gave you no duties," he let out a loud sigh, petting your hair. "So, from now on, this lovely lady here is my second in command! You insult her - you insult me and trust me fellas, you don't wanna do that. Thank you for the attention, get back to your fucking duties!," Higgs snorted at the men, kissing your cheek, and then walked away like nothing ever happened.

You almost fainted when he claimed you for his deputy. You felt the piercing glances of his men on you and you already knew it would bring even more troubles. After a second of thinking, you ran after him. “Higgs, I don’t think it’s a good idea, I have like… I mean… I’m not as charismatic as you, I can’t command people,” you tugged on his sleeve to stop him from walking. “They already hate me, now it will escalate,” you shook your head. “Let’s face the truth, I’m no one, I have no idea how to… You know.”

Higgs effortlessly picked you up. "If they will, then they will meet the friendly BTs. You are working with me now. Don't worry, I will handle everything."

To support yourself from falling, you instinctively wrapped legs around his hips and nuzzled to his chest. “Thank you, Higgs. You’re doing so much to me when I did so less in return. I have no idea how some people can call you a terrorist or a bad guy. I wish they could spend at least one day around you and I bet they’d agree with me on the fact you’re not only a great, fearless leader but also a charming, caring man.”

Higgs laughed. "I nuked two towns. I want to end the fucking world. No one else but you would like me, dear," he summed up before placing a soft kiss to your rosy lips.

When the evening came, Higgs was positive about his idea. He had to get into Bridges place and dig through their documents. If you’ve ever been one of them, your documents should be there.

"How do I look, my sexy second in command?," Higgs asked, presenting himself wrapped in an old Bridges uniform. "Let's not foeget about the fucking crown," he joked putting the Bridges hat on.

You two were in Higgs' tent. You were laying on your side on his cot resting head on your hand. "You look fucking handsome, as always," you informed him. "This uniform hugs your ass nicely though," you didn't stop yourself from adding. "Are you sure you won't be to assist you? I'm going to be sad while you'll be gone," you slowly sat on the cot.

" I will do it myself. This can't be hard, there is only one lady as sweet as you. I will find it quickly and before you’ll count to ten - I am going to be fucking back," Higgs said improving the belt. "After that, I will fuck you so hard that the whole camp will hear the second in commend screaming under the leader."

A soft chuckle of yours escaped your mouth as the reaction for his statement. "After your return, I'll just take care of you, make sure you eat and drink and later we will cuddle," you told him while getting up. "And if you'll be a good boy, I'll think of a prize." You walked to him and wrapped your arms around him. "Promise me you'll be careful and won't let them catch you."

 "Sweetheart. I feel so fucking hurt right now! I thought you have more faith in me," Higgs chuckled and squeezed your cheek playfully. "Don't make your sweet little face worried about it. They will never get me."

When he vanished you circled his tent a few times before taking a seat in the corner, just like you did the first day when he found you in the cave.

Getting inside was a child's play. Who would mind a porter wandering the corridors? Of course fucking no one.

The archives were a mix of papers and computer data. Going through the second thing was easy, yet your face didn't flash on any document, and it was fine.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe you weren't Bridges. That would be a fucking relief.

After an hour of digging through papers, Higgs was sitting on the floor with legs crossed. He was reading through one of the folders when the ones he read previously were scattered around him like snow.

The door to the archive slides open and Samuel Bridges stepped in; he had to pick some folders up to deliver them to Lake Knot City. He became suspicious when he spotted a mess and folders laying on the floor. As he stepped further into the long room, he found even more documents scattered everywhere. "You. Who are ya and what are ya doing here?," He asked, his tone cold as he spotted a man sitting in the middle of the room.

Higgs didn't raise his eyes until he was done with the folder he was holding in palms, after reading through it he simply threw it over his shoulder.

"Ah! Sammy boy! It's nice to see you again, sorry but I don't have time for a chit chat. I am looking for something," he shrugged, taking another folder into his hands.

 Sam cringed at the sound of the voice, too familiar. It couldn’t be a coincidence. "Higgs? What the fuck?," He asked in disbelief as he walked closer to the other man. "How did you... Ah, right. You jumped through the Beach," Sam replied himself. "Leave it," he pulled the folder out of Higgs' hands.

"You are a smart boy, ain't ya?," He laughed and in another folder he saw your photo.

"BINGO! Here you are, sweetheart!" Higgs said loudly and jumped back to his feet. "Tell me, Sammy boy, do you know anything about a particular porter? Her name is Y/N?"

Sam blinked, he was getting more confused with every second. "What's your problem, Higgs, have you fallen in love? Ah, right, it's hard to make connections when you don't have a heart," Sam grinned wryly at the other man. "Even if I know, I won't tell you, that's not your business since the day you and the tide has turned. Give it back," Sam yanked the hat off Higgs' head.

Higgs laughed and rolled his eyes, tucking your folder under his suit to make sure Sam won't get it. "Well! To your surprise I fell in love. Just like you. Well! But you’re not in love anymore. I bet that wife of yours was beautiful…," He mocked walking around Sam. "But she was blind for taking a chance on ya."

Sam reacted instantly with aiming his first at Higgs' cheek. "Apologize, you useless fucker, and give me the fucking folder back."

Higgs only laughed at the reaction. "Wife and unborn child. Such a shame, maybe that is why you are so sad and grumpy, and developed this phobia of yours," Higgs laughed playfully. "You know what? I like you, you can keep the cap. I have few from the old, good days. It was nice to see you again, Sammy boi!," Higgs licked the tip of Sam's nose before disappearing.

Sam tried to grab Higgs by his Bridges uniform but he didn't manage. Cursing under his breath he quickly left the archive without picking the folder he came there for; he had to inform Deadman about the situation.

You were dreaming about some crazy ass things like dolphins trying to pull you under water when Higgs returned. You were still sitting in the corner of his tent, knees pulled under your chin, your arms wrapped around them as you were rolled in a ball.

Before entering the tent, Higgs took a brief look at the info about you gathered in the folder he stole. He wasn't sure what to think. After entering the tent he looked at you and chuckled quietly, getting on your level by crouching.  Higgs brushed hair off of your forehead and placed a kiss there. "Ding ding, ding! Honey, I am home. Where is my promised dinner?"

You jolted in place, your muscles twitched and you almost screamed. You opened eyes and for a brief second they were getting used to the light of the lamp. When you saw him crouching next to you, you knelt and wrapped arms around his neck, pulling him into the tight hug. "Higgs! I dreamt they got you! I was so... Scared! You're back! Holy Beach, I was so scared." As you were hugging him he could easily feel the beat of your racing heart, even though your suit. "Let me bring you something. I tried to get you pizza but... I failed."

Higgs hugged you tightly, holding you with both arms. "Well, maybe it's because you slept on the floor. I didn't get these fancy pillows and blankets for nothing," he chuckled, rubbing your back. "It's okay, sugar. I will make Sam deliver us some. Look what I got," he said proudly, showing you the folder.

You shivered. "Is this... Is this mine?," You asked him as you sat on the floor. "Who am I then?," You made puppy eyes and looked right into his.

"You are a porter apparently. Ex now, technically. Good one," Higgs summed up. “Y/N. Working for Bridges for 5 years. Fast and careful with her deliveries, open for contacts with clients as well as fellow porters. Went missing in action. Y/N delivered the assigned package yet never made it back to any of the existing facilities. There were no voidouts that could mean her death. No body nor evidences were ever found. Investigation in that case brought nothing, so Y/N is presumed dead but there's still a slight chance of her being still alive. Signed by: Director Die-Hardman," Higgs ended reading the last note in your folder.

You nodded. "So... They're not looking for me... So, in this situation... I can be whoever I want because I think they wouldn't let me get back..."

"It's not that you are kicked out. I bet that as soon as you would get to any of their places, they would take care of you. They think you are dead but with a possibility of return," he explained. "Y/N? I need to ask you something."

You looked at him like a kid would look at the parent. "Yes?"

"Is this a hoax? I walked into Bridges without problem and then? I get fucking Sam Bridges into the archive. My people were doing their job and you come out of nowhere. You don't know who you are yet you cling to me so suddenly," he said with a frown. "Is this a trap? Did they send you to get inside? To get to me?"

You lowered your head. "Even if they did, I don't remember. I told you many times, I have no idea how I found myself outside, all alone, only with a backpack. I'm clingy because... I...," You started blushing so you got up to take a seat on his cot. "You showed me affection, you offered me your generosity, hospitality... You were kind when no one else was. You took care of me and kinda taught me how to survive in this shit."

Higgs joined you on the coat. "You promise me that the note, and your lack of memory isn't just a way to get to me?"

"I cross my heart," you assured him with a serious tone. "I don't care what you have done and why do they want to get to you but God's my witness I won't tell anyone about you." The fact he even could think about you being a spy hurt you much but you kept a straight face.

"I am sorry for accusing you for anything," Higgs whispered into your ear before pulling you on his lap. “Ya know, gotta be careful about some certain things.”

You nuzzled to the crook of his neck. "It's okay, I understand, I would be suspicious too if I were you."

Higgs smiled, playing with your hair. "My little porter," he said with a smile. "Only mine."

You inhaled his scent, the sweet mix of a masculine musk and warmth of his skin. You placed a kiss to his bearded cheek and brushed your against his shortly after. Your arms wrapped around his chest. "Thank you for all you've done to me, for keeping me safe."

"And I will keep on keeping you safe. Not a single fucking Bridges will ever lie a finger on you again. You will stay with me till the end of the world we know," Higgs said, squeezing you tightly.

A sad sigh escaped your lips. "Till the end."

[neon-junkie]

Stubborn

Summary: If Micah won't listen to your advice and improve how he goes down on you, then maybe you'll just have to take this matter into your own hands. 

Pairing: Micah Bell x f!Reader

Word Count: 1855

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Bickering/Arguments, Oral, BJ’s, Established relationship, 69. 

Notes: Inspired by the anon who said Micah wouldn’t be a good coochie eater, and other anon who said he could improve!!

If Micah had a middle name, it'd be 'stubborn' because that man will never listen to anybody but himself. He's more than a handful to date; when he's in a good mood, he's wonderful to be around, strangely kind and affectionate which is a sight you thought you'd never see. But when Micah's in one of his moods, he won't listen to a word you say, regardless of how you say it. Today is one of those days, his 'moody days' as you call them. He woke up on the wrong side of the bed and has been moping around the camp all day, bickering with anybody who looked at him, including yourself. You'd asked Micah to fetch you a cup of coffee whilst you were sewing a hole in his jeans back together, only for him to roll his eyes and groan, despite getting it anyway.

"That attitude will bite you in the ass one day, Micah," you tell him as he sits down next to you, handing you the cup. "Now what's that meant to mean?" Micah frowned. "You know what it means. You're having one of those moody days, aren't you?" "I ain't havin' one of those, I don't get them. I ain't moody, maybe a bit stubborn, but you make me out to be a lot worse than I am," Micah scoffs at you. He hates the name you have for this off-days, and he always gets worse when you point out the strop he's in. "You're in a mood and you know it. I bet it's all because I said no to suckin' your dick this morning," you reply after taking a sip of your coffee. "Well, maybe if you sucked it then I wouldn't be like this, huh?" Micah suggests, leaning back to rest his weight on his elbows, one leg crossed whilst the other remained stretched out. "I've already told you, Micah. I ain't gonna put the effort in until you get better at pussy eating," you shrug. "There's nothin' wrong with my pussy eatin' abilities. I can make you cum, what more do you need?" "You've gotta figure out what exactly makes me itch, then keep doin' that. Don't you wanna see me melt to your touches?" "You already do melt. I just don't get what you're complaining about," Micah shakes his head, groaning at the same time. You huff, taking a quick sip of your coffee and placing his half-sewn jeans on the floor. You stand up, pulling Micah up with you who continues to protest but stands up without making you pull all of his weight. With your hand on his, you drag him to your tent, quickly fastening the flaps behind you. "What're you doin', sweetheart?" Micah asks as he watches you fumble with the tent flaps, eventually shutting them. "Lie down, Micah," you say as you point to your bedroll. Micah rolls his eyes and places his hands on his hips. "And why would I do that?" "You want them jeans sewn, don't you?" you blackmail him, though Micah does as you order him to. He lies down on your bedroll, chucking his hat to the corner of the tent. He crosses one leg over the other, resting his hands on his stomach as he gives you an expression that says 'now what?' "I'm gettin' real sick of how stubborn you are, Micah," you begin as you reach under your skirt to remove your undergarments, letting them slide down your legs as you kick them to the corner of the tent. "I've told you time and time again that you've got areas to work on, yet you refuse to acknowledge that and fix them," you continue, settling on your knees beside him, bunching up your skirt so it doesn't get stuck underneath you. You swing one leg over his shoulder, exposing yourself to him. His eyes go a little wide at the bold move. You'd sat on his face many times, but there was something about your dominant aura that made Micahs cock begin to twitch. "If you're not gonna listen to me, then just shut up and do something useful with that mouth for once," you tell him, peering over your shoulder to look down at him. Your head looks forward as you push your hips down against his face, and instinctively, Micah sticks his tongue out and begins to eat you out.     His hands come up to grab hold of your thighs, the cold leather of his coat sending a shiver down your spine as it brushes against your skin. Micah's a little messy, attacking you with his tongue but eventually, your words finally seem to click in his brain. Micah brushes over your clit, his facial hair slightly tickling you, making your thigh muscles shake as you let out a moan. You enjoy it when he does that, don't you? So he does it again, over and over, noticing how quickly that little action can turn you into a panting mess. He won't admit it, but you were right; he needed to focus on what you seem to enjoy the most, rather than just attacking you and hoping for the best. He moves his tongue off your clit, slowly sliding it across your entrance before pushing it inside of you. Micah fucks you with his tongue, his cock beginning to ache as you ride his face, fucking yourself with his tongue. He notices that your thighs are no longer shaking, but you're humming instead of moaning like before. He's admitted to you before how much he loves you riding his face, and watching you do it now makes his head spin and his cock feel heavy. Micah tightens his grip on your thighs, pulling you off his tongue. "Atta girl," Micah coos as he slides a finger into you, kissing along your thigh whilst his finger rubs at that spot inside of you. "Always so pretty for me, ain't you?" he compliments between kisses, another finger sliding inside of you. You let out a moan as Micah works at you, the rough pads of his fingertips brushing perfectly against that spot. "And those moans, oooh. You know exactly how to make my cock throb," he chuckles, his facial hair itching deliciously against your thighs. "I've seen your poor cock throbbing this whole time. Maybe you deserve a reward for finally listening to me, huh?" you say as you begin to unbuckle his pants. He's wearing black for once, an outfit you rarely see despite it being one of your favorites. You were somewhat thankful when his white pants ripped, sarcastically saying "oh no. Now you'll have to wear those black pants for once!" You don't keep Micah waiting for too long, dipping your head down so you can swirl your tongue around the tip of his flushed cock, the taste of his precum strong on your tongue. He lets out a hum as he continues to eat you out, eventually letting out a choked moan when you take his length in your mouth in one sudden bold mood, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Micahs head falls back against the bedroll, biting his lips as he tries not to moan too loudly. It's the middle of the day and the camp is busy for once, only the two of you have found yourselves in this position rather than getting some work done. It is Micah's fault, after all. "Don't get distracted," you hum as you quickly slide his cock out of your mouth. "Sorry, sugarpie," Micah replies. He goes back to eating you out, swirling his tongue over your clit, occasionally sucking on the bundle of nerves. The longer Micah stays down there, the better he gets. You finally have to pull his cock from your mouth so you can whimper and moan, resting your head on his thigh as you lazily stroke his cock. "You gonna cum for me, love?" Micah asks against your folds. "Uh-huh," you sigh, nodding at the same time. You roll your hips in time with the way Micah flicks his tongue. Finally, your body shakes as you cum on his tongue, and continues to shake even more as Micah moves his tongue up across your entrance, lapping at your juices, cleaning you up. You continue to lazily stroke him, his cock throbbing against your palm as he aches for release. When your body feels stable again, you shift up onto your elbows, taking Micahs length back into your mouth. Micah rests his forehead against one of your thighs, kissing along them as his hands slide up to massage your ass. "Good girl," Micah praises as you take his length down your throat, hollowing out your cheeks and bobbing up and down. You move one hand to cup his balls, gently massaging them in time with your thrusts. Micah always loses himself when you do that. He moves one hand off your thigh to hold the back of your head, bucking his hips up against your mouth as he lets out a cry, spending himself down your throat. Micah moves his hips back down as fast as he slammed them up, not wanting you to choke for once, probably because the two of you were meant to be working and he didn't want to give it away. You swallow as you slide him out your mouth, finally de-mounting him and sitting down beside him. Micah grins at you as he sits upright, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, though his beard is still glistening from your juices. "Better?" Micah simply asks. "You're getting there," you tell him as you pull your undergarments back on. "Well, as long as I'm improving," Micah shrugs as he tidies his clothes up, placing his hat on afterward. "That's the most positive thing I've heard you say in weeks," you joke. Micah rolls his eyes and ignores your comment, helping you to your feet then unfastening the tent flaps, pinning them open as the two of you return to camp. "You gonna finish sewing my jeans up now, darlin'?" Micah asks. "I might if you fetch me another cup of coffee. My other one is definitely cold now," you reply. "Fine, I'll fetch you another," he shakes his head. You turn to leave but Micah pulls you back, spinning you around so he can steal a quick kiss. "Next time you want your pussy ate, straddle me like you just did," Micah says against your lips, placing another kiss on them afterward. "I'll definitely be doing that more often, especially now you're finally listening to me," you smile. "Ah, don't get cocky," Micah tuts. He lets you walk off, returning to the spot you were sat at earlier, his half-sewn jeans still on the floor. Micah eventually joins you with a fresh cup of coffee and a kiss to your temple. He watches you work for a little while before lying back against you, using your thigh as a pillow whilst he has an afternoon nap as you finish off your sewing.

[krispyweiss]

Sound Bites Suggests: Top 10 Songs for the Trump Era

The Donald Trump era has been a shit show wrapped in a clusterfuck populated by assholes. There aren’t enough goddam words in the English language to adequately express the amount of bullshit that cock-sucking mother fucker has put this country through.

But we do have songs - some old, some new - that help to put this turd bucket in some kind of context. Here, then, are Sound Bites’ top-10 songs for the Trump Abomination (not a typo).

No. 10 - “Vote that Fucker Out” by Wreckless Eric & Amy Rigby (2020)

Nearly four years of this shit/there isn’t any doubt/the only way to end this misery/we gotta vote that fucker out, the duo sing on this punky rant.

And guess what? We fucking did it.

No. 9 - “Send in the Clowns” by Judy Collins (1975)

And guess what? He fucking did it.

Rudy. Huckabee. Spicer. Pompeo. Jared. The daughter he wants to plook. Pence. A goddam clown car.

No. 8 - “Death on Two Legs” (Dedicated to ...)” by Queen (1975)

... Donald Trump - you’re a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool - or swamp, if you will - of pride.

No. 7 - “Jesse” by Todd Rundgren (1991)

Recorded, bootlegged and played live, but never officially released, this song is Rundgren saying a spirited Fuck you to Jesse Helms, Tipper Gore and the pope. He recently recorded the anti-Trump anthem “Tin Foil Hat” with Donald Fagen, but “Jesse” is due for an update.

No. 6 - “Brown Shirts” by John Gorka (1992)

Brown shirts here in the White House/brown shirts up on top of the hill/brown shirts can you hear them marching/I swear they are marching still/brown shirts for the good of the country/brown shirts pride all over the land/brown shirts give us law and order/you’ll know when you raise your hands

Gorka’s a fucking clairvoyant.

No. 5 - “Conservative Christian, Right Wing Republican, Straight, White, American Males” by Todd Snider (2004)

The title says it all, expect for the part about how many of these dudes have had a penis in their mouth or asshole recently.

And there’s nothing wrong with choosing to have a penis in your mouth or asshole.

It’s the fucking hypocrisy that pisses off Sound Bites.

No. 4 - “Let’s Impeach the President” by Neil Young (2006)

And you know what? We fucking did it.

Fucking twice.

No. 3 - “Gimme Some Truth” by John Lennon (1971)

Lennon speaks for 84 million Americans when he says:

I’m sick and tired of hearing things/from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics/all I want is the truth/just gimme some truth/I had enough of reading things/about neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians/all I want is the truth/just give us the truth

We’re counting on you, Joe.

No. 2 - “The Things We Do to Each Other” by Cowboy Junkies (2018)

Fear is not so far from hate/so if you get the folks to fear/it only takes one small twist/to kick up a gear/and you can control hate/but only for so long/and when you lose control/oh man, Margo Timmins sings, proving the Junkies are fucking clairvoyants just like fucking Gorka.

No. 1 - “Dickie’s Such an Asshole” by Frank Zappa (Multiple Versions)

Originally written for Richard Nixon and updated for Ronald Reagan, this bitter Fuck off is perfectly suited for the Orange Menace with lines such as, One and one is 11, two and two is 22; and, I just wanna lie about one more thing right now.

And if Zappa was still here, it’d end thusly:

They’re all the same so sing right along/Donald’s such an ass-hole!

Sincerely Don, we mean it.

1/14/21

[staruplatinum]

Wicked Game, part II

Everyone wanted a sequel to wicked game, the story I wrote for @moody-bloosh​ in which Prosciutto cheats on the reader. That story was all angst and this one is all smut.

so, enjoy 3,240 words of the reader having revenge sex with Risotto, filming it and sending the video to prosciutto ;-)

warnings: angst, slow burn, smut, creampie, gaping, dirty talk, rough sex, squirting

The hardest part was trying to survive the next few weeks. Only a week had passed, but in that time, your (now)ex-fiancee had already packed up his things and left to go live with Formaggio. Pesci had come by to apologize, and also ask for reassurance.

 “I’m still your friend, right!?”

“Yes, Pesci.”

You felt like your whole world was falling apart, and at an extremely fast rate. The sharp pains in your chest, hyperventilating, the tears - mixed with being completely numb -  it almost felt like too much to bear. It was almost as if someone had told you Prosciutto was dead - funny enough, you wished he was after putting you through this. 5 years of dating and 6 months of being engaged lead to this. He threw it all away, and you could never forgive him.

As you walked  back to your apartment one night, you slammed the door shut and made sure to lock it behind you. 

Nighttime was the hardest. The darkness always made you contemplate everything, and you hated it. For what felt like the millionth time this week, your eyes started watering once again.

How could he do this to me? I thought he loved me..

Your thoughts were interrupted, however, when you heard a dreaded knock at the door. Instantly, your body froze. You hesitated a moment, before checking through the eye-hole to see who it was. To your surprise, it was your capo: Risotto Nero. He hadn’t visited you yet since the rest of the gang had “found out”.

You sucked in a deep breath as you undid the chain lock from the door and let him in slowly. 

What an odd coincidence.

“Risotto I-” you paused, sniffling and using the sleeves of your house coat to rub the dripping mascara from your eyes. “What brings you here at this hour?” You tried to hide the fact that you had been crying. 

He shut the door behind himself quietly and spoke.

“I was using metallica to hide from the public, and I saw you crying on the way home.” He said bluntly. 

“Oh.”

“I followed you back here, to make sure you got in safe. But I assumed something may have happened. I wanted to check in with you to make sure Prosciutto was with you.” your Capo added.

You let out a big sigh and soft chuckle of sarcasm.

“Yeah? Well, he won’t be here with me. Not ever.” 

You wiped under your eyes, trying to hide the fact that you had been crying - though it was painfully obvious. 

Confused, Risotto slightly cocked his eyebrow, unsure of what you meant. Then you realized that he didn’t know what had happened..you smiled, and gently patted his arm.

“He cheated on me, Ris. and from what I found out, this wasn’t the first time either..” You began to say, feeling your tears start to water in your eyes. You looked down, trying to conceal it. “He’s been cheating on me for months. He just wants me as a housewife, meanwhile he fucks other whores every weekend. I keep thinking over and over - is it me? Am I ugly? Am I bad at sex?.. I guess I really was never enough for him.” And just like that, your tears spilt once again. So much for hiding your tears. 

Risotto took off his shoes, hat, and coat before he pulled you in for a hug. Most people would frown upon this - you hugging your Capo, but you had known him long before Prosciutto, and he had loved you long before that. 

You spent a few moments of silence in his arms, crying away your pain. It was weird, but Risotto’s hugs always felt like heaven. They were so fulfilling and calm, it truly felt like nothing bad had happened to you! Or maybe that was the serotonin talking…

After a few moments, you pulled away. “Im sorry, I-I don’t mean to cry on you I’m just so-”

“Shh.” Risotto said, pressing a finger to your lips to silence you. “You don’t have to explain, y/n. If Prosciutto wasn’t one of my most valued men, I would kill him for you. You know that.” 

Small hiccups left your mouth as you nodded, acknowledging his soft - but deadly - words as he cupped your cheeks, gently caressing them with his thumbs.

“How about I make us both some tea and we talk about it, Bella.” 

You smiled through your tears, leaning into his large palm. 

“I would love that.”

-

Risotto was familiar with your kitchen. He came here many times for meetings with you and Prosciutto. Some occasions, it was almost like a second home to him. After preparing you both a hot cup of chamomile tea, he brought it over to the coffee table and sat with you. Despite your efforts to not stare him down, it was nearly impossible to do considering his massive chest, tattooed biceps and toned torso were right next to you. 

Risotto smirked.

“See something you like?”

You blushed at his words. 

“Maybe.” 

It was a weird and awkward silence between you both. On one hand - you were beyond livid with your ex-fiancee, and you wanted nothing more than to get revenge on him. But at the same time, being this close to Risotto and having him be there for you, listening to you - it was a whole other soft feeling in your body that you couldn’t describe. Prosciutto never listened to you.

“I’m sorry he cheated on you, Tesoro. You didn’t deserve that.” Your Capo said, breaking the silence and taking a drink of the tea.

“I don’t know, Risotto. I feel like nobody will ever love me.” 

Your words hurt risotto to hear. He had known you for so long. You were beautiful, and the fact that Prosciutto made you feel anything lower than that really aggravated him. And knowing Risotto, nothing ever really made him upset - he is usually kept his cool. 

“That’s not true.”

Risotto grabbed you gently and pulled you in for a hug, inhaling  the scent of your soft hair as you laid on his chest, snuggling into his warmth. His large hand caressed your back, gently rubbing you in a comforting manner. Being with him like this caused shivers to go down your spine.He always knew what to say, and how to make you feel so good.

Then it hit you.

“Can you cuddle me in my bed, Capo?” You asked teasingly, though there was a hint of innocence in your voice. “What the hell are you doing?!” you thought to yourself while smirking. he was being so tempting. It was so perfect, laying on him like this. But at the same time, you genuinely wanted to cuddle with him. After not sleeping right for over a week, it would have been so comforting to fall asleep in his warm, safe arms. But deep down, both you and Risotto knew where this was going.

Placing your teacups down (on the coasters that Prosciutto always insisted you use-) you grabbed Risottos hand gently and guided him to your bedroom. 

A perk to living with Prosciutto was that the house was always clean, and your bedroom was no exception. It was probably one of the only things you admire about your ex-fiance, the fact that he was so clean. Your entire apartment was extremely minimalistic - something that instantly caught Risotto’s attention every time he had come to visit in the past. But now, with Prosciutto’s things gone, it had a different kind of emptiness to it. One that Risotto wanted to fill, and make a “home” out of. 

“Do you have a camera, tesorina?” he asked, keeping a straight face, while he tried to focus on his newfound idea.

“Yeah, why?”

“Go get it for me.” 

You nodded, following his orders and pulling the Camera out from the box in the closet. 

“I don’t understand why you need the camera - “ 

“Well, I can’t kill Prosciutto - no matter how badly I want to-  because he is like family to me, and he’s an amazing member of our squad. “

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. He was supposed to cuddle you and comfort you, not tell you how great your CHEATING ex fiance was. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing! 

“But I have a better way to get back at him.” Risotto said, looking over to you and slowly undoing his belt. Then, you understood. Your snarky attitude went away and you smiled.

“Oh yeah? What’s the plan then… Capo”

Risotto used his hand to pull you by the chin, grinning down at you. “How about your Capo fucks your tight little pussy, records it,  and sends the video to your ‘ex-beloved’”

His dark eyes stared down at your smaller form, trying to see what kind of reaction he’d get from this. Risotto wasn’t the type to do something if you didn’t want to. But what other idea could have helped you? You were all alone, not eating properly, not sleeping properly, meanwhile Prosciutto was off living what seemed to be a “good” life with his new hooker every night. Plus, Pesci so kindly took him in. (more like he had to because Prosciutto gu8ilt tripped him into it.)

The look on your face said it all. It was good. It was too good. This was the safest and easiest way to get back at Prosciutto. You bit your lip in anticipation. It was so wrong - to sleep with your capo. But you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t want him to destroy you. And, you really wanted to get back at Prosciutto. 

You smirked, passing him the camera and tripod, watching him set it up “perfectly” on the Vanity, which was right across from your queen sized bed. Risotto clicked the red button on the camera and before you knew it, you were both being filmed. 

“Take off your clothes. Now,”

That wasn't a question, it was an order. And boy, were you eager to obey.

As you tossed your clothes on the floor, you remained in just your lace panties and bra. 

“All of your clothes.”Risotto said, continuing to pull down his pants, leaving himself in his black boxers. You obeyed, unhooking your bra to expose your tits into the open. Your nipples instantly hardened from the cold air in the room. Your underwear came next, exposing your pussy and plump ass to your Capo. He smirked as You got down on your knees and looked up at him, fingers gently grazing across the massive bulge in his boxers. 

“So? Are you going to suck my cock or are you just going to sit there and look pretty?” Risotto asked, threading his fingers through your hair and scalp. 

Risotto wasn’t one for much dirty talk. You knew your capo as the stoic, intimidating man he was. And normally, he would never break that facade. However, finally having you like this at his mercy… it triggered something inside of him. He wanted to love you, yes. But he also wanted to wreck you and make sure that the camera got every moment of it. What better way to do that then to dirty talk you?

You nodded, biting your lip and looking at the camera - Shaking Risotto out of his thoughts once again.

“Of course, Signore.” 

Prosciutto used to beg you to call him that, so saying it directly to the camera was your subtle way to say : ‘Fuck You’, and proceed with the video. 

Risotto pulled out his big cock, completely hard and standing erect in the open. Your eyes lit up. He was so huge, how were you supposed to take all of him?

“What’s wrong, Tesorina? Too big for you?” 

You chuckled softly as he began to jerk himself off slowly. 

“Mhm. I don’t know how this will fit in my mouth, let alone my pussy .” You said, grabbing his shaft lightly with your fingers. He huffed at your statement, more or less from the anticipation of you touching him like this. As you stroked it a few times, you looked to the camera once again. “This is definitely an upgrade. Hah. and I thought 7 inches was a lot.” 

Ouch.

You both soon got over the awkwardness and shortly after you both were horny enough to do some regrettable things. You opened your mouth, having risotto place the head of his cock on your tongue, tapping it a few times before you eagerly took the head in. Your tongue swirled around it, trying your best to use your saliva to take more of him in, though, with your small mouth you knew that would be a challenge. 

Risottos hand gripped your hair tighter, urging you to take more than just the tip inside of your warm mouth, after all, you were going to want to make sure that both of you were properly ‘lubed’ up. 

“That’s good, cara” Risotto said, encouraging you to go deeper. You complied, taking in two more inches, your mouth salivating and stretching around his massive girth. Just like that, he was already hitting the back of your throat.

You giggled, looking up at him and batting your lashes as you pulled back a little - only to shove your face forward even more, taking half of his 10 inches in your mouth and down your throat.

“Fuck…” 

Risotto grunted. He was not the type of man to fall so easily. He wasn’t the type of man to give in, or even make many noises during sex. But you… you were breaking him and the two of you just barely started.

Risotto pulled his cock away from you abruptly, a trail of saliva connecting the top of his cock to your bottom lip, glistening in the low lamp light.

“Get on the bed.” Risotto said, breathing heavily. 

“You don’t have to ask twice.” You winked.

As you got up on the bed, you figured it would be best to just get in doggy style position directly. This seemed to impress Risotto, and he smiled at you. A dark smile - but still a smile nonetheless.

Risotto angled your ass so that it was facing the camera - exposing your asshole and slick pussy. He traced one of his calloused fingers along your slit, before abruptly shoving it inside. You moaned out in pleasure, catching his attention.

“That’s just a finger,” He stated.

You laughed, hiding your face in the pillow from embarrassment. 

“I know…” You added, too shy to look at him. 

He pulled your hair, forcing your head back as he added two more fingers inside of you, curling them downwards so he could hit your g-spot. 

“Oh fuck…” you breathed, sudenly overcome by the sensation of being at his mercy. 

“Keep making noise tesoro, I want to hear you scream for me.” 

All you could do was nod and moan, and before you knew it - your orgasm was approaching. 

“Ris- I-Im cumming!!” you shouted. Risotto chuckled darkly and pulled out at the last second, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. 

His cock stretched your cunt out harshly, despite all the prep you had. Though you were disappointed about being denied your orgasm, you moaned into the pillow below you. You desperately tried to arch your back up so the camera got a good angle of risotto pressing a good portion of his 10inches inside you. It took you a few minutes to get used to his length, but risotto was a patient man. In fact, he waited almost 6 years to make you his, surely this would be an easy task. 

Risotto leaned down and whispered in your ear. 

“Take it all, Tesoro. We have a point to prove.” 

His words only turned you on further, and you moaned out his name. He smiled and leaned back up, making sure to prove a point. 

Risotto’s large hand came down on your ass, striking it hard. 

“Ugh- YOURE so - fucking tight.”

“Mmn. Only for you Signore”

“That’s right. This cunt belongs to me now.”

With the head of his large cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, you were sure you’d be bruised in the morning. 

“Do you like when your capo fucks you?” 

He was being mean, asking you things when you could barely form coherent sentences. 

He slapped your ass again.

“I asked you a question, Puttana.”

You swallowed your spit and nodded.

“Y-yes! Yes Signore. I love when you fuck me. No one can compare!”

That was just what Risotto needed to hear from you, and without waiting any further, he commanded you to cum for him.

“Cum for me tesorina, cum all over your Capo’s cock you filthy whore.”

And you did, your whole body shook, and you fell forward, moaning his name over and over as you squirt your juices all over the sheets, and all over your Capo.

Risotto followed soon after, Pressing his cock as deep as he could before cumming inside, shooting his load right at your cervix. 

After Risotto pulled out, he forced you to stay with your ass up in the air. He moved around so that his cock was by your head, and his hands were on your ass once again. You didn’t know what he was doing, but it became very apparent when he hooked two fingers (from each hand) inside your cunt. He spread you open wide, chuckling darkly as he watched your pussy gape, and watched his cum start to ooze out of you. 

“Look at you, Tesoro. You can’t even keep my load inside of you…” 

You were too spent to even say anything but moan. 

“Did I really stretch you out that much?”

That question was rhetorical. Though you couldn’t see what you looked like down there yourself, you could feel it. Risotto had a big girth to him, 6inches, to be exact, and as soon as he pulled out of you - slumped over and exhausted, you felt so empty. The camera was picking up everything as well, and when prosciutto saw this tape you were sure he’d be ruined by it. 

Risotto got up from the bed and grabbed the camera from the tripod, bringing it back over to you. He focused the lens on your cunt, which was still gaping and slowly dripping out his seed. He held your ass check with his hand, admiring his work, before zooming in.

“Do you like having my load inside of you?” 

“Mnm yes capo! You know how to fill me right up. ~” you purred. 

“Good, because you’re mine now” he hissed, slapping your ass once more and turning the camera off. 

-

A few days later, Prosciutto got a tape in the mail. He watched it, with the help of melone (he was too suspicious to ever watch a video alone) and what he saw.. Shattered him.

Melone found it interesting, but prosciutto ushered him out, cussing a slew of words in Italian. 

He needed… a moment. It seemed like smoking 10 packs of cigarettes wouldn't even be able to help him, and the worst part was - he couldn’t even kill risotto. He was his superior..

Prosciutto went to the same bar he always did that night, and picked up another hooker. As he fucked her, he couldn’t help but think of you, and everything he lost because of his selfishness. 

It really was over.

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Promises - Chapter Seven

Chapter Summary:  Bucky is Izzy’s friend, but James is her lover.  Separating these two parts of himself are necessary if Bucky is to keep his feelings locked away and the sex, just sex.  It’s their first tumble in the sack, and Bucky has something to prove.

A/N:  New look banner img.  Literally trying anything to stop bumblr hating this fic with its hashtag boycotts and bloody shitness.  I hope you enjoy all the smutty goodness because these two are so good together it’s a crime for them not to fuck like rabbits lol

Warnings:  Smut, foreplay, edging, sex, angst and uncertainty.  18+ Only!  I can’t stress that enough!

PROMISES MASTERLIST  |  MAIN MASTERLIST  |  MOBILE MASTERLIST

Belated Prologue Part Six - The First Time

There had been times in Bucky’s life where he’d imagined Izzy in every sexual position he could think of.  Pictured her body in each scenario, imagined kissing her and touching her, feeling her against him and around him, tasting her.  It was all within his grasp, save for the kissing, right there in front of him wearing ridiculous Pokémon slippers, leggings and a baggy band t-shirt.

It was a little after 3 o’clock and he had to be at work by 6.  He had time to spend with her and now suddenly he knew what he wanted to do with that time.

“You were the one who said you were horny.”  He teased. “I’m good to go when you’re ready.”

“Eager, Barnes?”

So what if he was? She had no idea how long he’d waited for her.  Even to have her like this was better than he’d hoped for since she dashed his dreams after that damn college party.

“Have you ever known a guy not want sex?  Come on.”

“That’s true.”  She shifted on the sofa, moving forward to get her fingers under the hem of his t-shirt.  “What if I’m ready now?”

Christ!  She looked so sexy, even with two creatures on her feet and her hair up in a messy tail.

“I’m good with that.” He swallowed hard.

 Bucky watched her face as she lifted his shirt up slowly and then over his head.  Her eyes roved over his torso, hands stroking just after. Naked from the waist up he felt the thrill of her hands on his skin where she stroked the lines between his abs and up to his chest where she trailed her fingers softly over his tattoo.

“I never knew you had this.” She said, examining it in great detail. “J.B?  You?”

“Grandpa Joe.”  He said, almost a whisper.

Izzy nodded with a slow blink, she’d always loved his grandpa Joe.  “May I?”

She looked in his eyes, asking permission.  For what exactly, he didn’t know, but he gave it.  He would always give it.  This was Izzy and she was everything.

Izzy leaned in, bringing her mouth to his chest where she laid slow and tender kisses across his tattooed pectoral.

“Hey!”  Bucky croaked, lifting her chin to stop her.  “We agreed, no kissing.”

He wished he could let her continue but to break rules during their first time wouldn’t send a very good message of mutual respect to her at all.

“Was that not just kissing on the mouth?”  She said playfully.  “What if I wanted to put my lips on other parts of your body?”

She trailed her hand down his stomach to settle over where his jeans stretched tight between his spread legs.

Jesus, fuck! She could put her mouth on him anywhere. Kiss his lips if she wanted, he didn’t care, he just wanted her.  But, rules.

“Okay, no kissing on the mouth.”  His voice was thick with tension as she teased her way along the inside of his thigh, fingers moving up and down so very close to where his cock was trapped against the tight denim.

She smiled so impishly that Bucky had to laugh.  She pushed him backwards, bringing her mouth to his chest again, kissing downward in hot, slow kisses that contained a little tongue.  When she reached his jeans she looked up, asking again for permission.

She didn’t need to ask but he loved that she did.  Shit! Correction… He liked that she did.

“Nuh’huh.”  Bucky denied her with a winning smile.  “You’re the one who needs attention, so let me do my job.”

Izzy didn’t look hurt that he’d stopped her but she did look surprised.  Bucky stood, adjusting his hips to lessen the strain of his awkwardly bent cock.  He took her by the wrist and lead her to where he knew her bedroom was, kicking off his shoes towards the front door.

“You want to do this or can I?”  He asked at the foot of her bed with the hem of her t-shirt gathered in his hands.

“You.”  Was all she said and he grinned, eyes searching her face, reading nothing but nerves and anticipation.

She was more beautiful than he could have imagined, revealed to him inches at a time as he slid her shirt up her ribs and off over her raised arms.  Her bra was a simple white bra that he’d heard her describe once before as a t-shirt bra.

Hooking his fingers under the straps he slid them off her shoulders.  Taking her lead from earlier, he dipped his head and kissed the base of her neck where it met her collar.  She shivered so strongly that it made her brace her hands against his shoulders.

Smugly grinning against her skin he kissed his way down her chest, walking her backwards until her legs met the bed.  Slowly he went with her, falling to his knees in front of her.

The bra had a front clasp that he released, allowing her breasts to spill out into his waiting hands. Brushing the fabric aside he claimed both breasts and massaged them gently.

“Jesus, Izzy!”  He moaned, marvelling at her perfect, plush breasts.  “Who knew?”

Izzy laughed all cute and shy but she stroked her hand through his hair.  His James Dean hair, as she always called it.  He’d had the same cut since he first grew out his army buzz cut.  Her fingers felt wonderful; his scalp tingled under her touch.

Bucky lost himself in the feel of her hands in his hair and her breasts under his lips.  Her nipples were a deep pink and hard as bullets as he traced his tongue around one, sucking on it gently until she arched her back and sighed heavily.  He lavished attention on her right and played the left with his fingers, even venturing to pinch it roughly.  Instead of a gasp of pain, a moan escaped the back of her throat as she used her hold on his hair to push his mouth harder against her.

Fuck! Me!

His cock twitched, throbbing uncomfortably against the stiff denim.  He moaned aloud, her breast against his mouth muffling the sound into a low growl.

“Fucking hell, Bucky!” She gasped as he bit down gently on the erect bud.

“Call me James.”  He didn’t know exactly why he’d said it aloud but hearing her call him by the name she’d called him their whole life together just felt like too much.  He needed some distance, a level of separation between them to reinforce that this was just sex.  Bucky was in the friend zone but James, well, James was her lover and right now that was who he needed to be.

“James!”  She sighed as he sucked harder, rolling the other nipple between thumb and finger.

 Izzy was a mess of flushed skin and moans by the time Bucky sunk down to sit on his feet and slid his hands down to her hips. Throwing both of her legs over his shoulders he snagged the waistband of her leggings and used his leverage under her knees to lift her ass off the bed and quickly tug them down, underwear and all.

Once she was naked he sat back to look at her.

“Isabella Freeman.” He groaned with an appreciative grin. “Look at you!”

“Don’t.”

She was blushing under his gaze and she looked so perfect.  Smooth lightly tanned skin, with the occasional mole; one on her hip, one by her tummy button and one on her ribs just under her right breast.  She wasn’t ribby but she was slender with a good curve to her hips.  Her thighs touched slightly at the top but with her knees apart she was open, a triangle of soft dark hair on her mons pubis but her labia were smooth, and she was glistening with arousal.

“Can I?”  He asked as he knelt closer between her spread legs.

She lifted her head from the comforter and looks at him almost terrified.  She shook her head.

“Too nervous?  Too soon?”  He didn’t want to spook her but he did want to taste her.

“I’ve never…”

His eyebrows shot up as his gaze moved from her gloriously wet mound, up her body to her blushing face.

“Not ever?  Well that’s a fucking crime.”  Bucky chuckled.  “You look amazing, and you smell so goddamn sweet.”  He slid his fingers down her clitoris and between her lips, watching as goosebumps broke out over her thighs.  “All I wanna do it taste you.”

Probing gently he pushed one finger inside, earning him a delicious sigh.  She was so wet just from the little foreplay they’d done that she slicked the rest of his hand once he’d buried the one finger in her completely.

“I’ll let you next time.” She said stifling a gasp on the back of her hand as he added a second finger to his ministrations.

“Pinky promise?”

He hooked his fingers firmly against the front wall of her vagina and began to pull, slowly, giving them a wiggle as he went.

She clenched around him hard and, gasping, she cried out.

“What was that?  I didn’t quite catch it.”  Bucky had every right to be smug.  He was good at this, good with his hands.  He would learn her better and then he’d have her coming at the drop of a hat.

“Assss-hollle…”  She moaned out stutteringly as he tugged yet more pleasure from her.

Bucky laughed with genuine mirth, smothering his grin against her inner thigh he kissed her there and up as far as she’d let him.  Her reflexive twitch told him when to stop.

She was beautiful, lay on her bed with her legs draped over the edge, grinding her hips against his hand as he worked her in a painfully slow tease that had to be wreaking havoc with her body by now.  Her thighs were shaking as she tried for more friction.  At one point she reached down to touch herself but Bucky drew her hand away, nipping at her fingertips with his teeth.

“You wanna come yet, doll?”

She was holding her breath, really working for an orgasm that he was purposefully withholding, her whole body tense and invested in this one release.  He knew it was a dick move but it would feel so much more intense when she finally did.  She let go of the air in her lungs all at once as if giving up.

“Yeah.”  She sighed so roughly it was almost a sob.  “Can you?”

“Sure, doll.”  He said with a kiss to her thigh.  “I think you’re about ready to pop.”

Her skin was flushed red from her chest up to her face and her body was racked with deep shuddering breaths.  He’d ruined her just with his hand, and was about to do more.  There was no way she was ever going to forget what Bucky Barnes was capable of.

 Bringing his left hand from where to had been pressing her thigh open he brought his fingers to her swollen but neglected clitoris, where he stroked her firmly, applying pressure where it was needed.  She was so sensitive she practically bucked off the bed as he circled slowly.

Izzy cried out, clenching down on his fingers so hard he could barely bend them enough to beckon forth the orgasm she wanted, needed and most definitely deserved.  But bring her off he did with the slow pull of his fingers inside her and the firm pressure circling her clit.

It was the best sound he’d ever heard, so genuine, so perfect, so her.  The gasps and moans that fell from her lips had him ready to come himself, if not for the discomfort he felt in his jeans then maybe he could have.

He worked her gently through it until her body twitched in response to hypersensitivity.  She was practically sobbing, tears streaming down her face and she lay there shaking.  Her arm was draped over her eyes and she rolled onto her side forcing him to withdraw his hand.  She was still spasming inside.

Yeah, that was a good one.

“Hey.”  Bucky laid his hand on her hip.  “You ok there?”

She didn’t speak, only gasped for air.

Jesus, he really had ruined her.  He felt guilty, for pushing her so close to the edge and holding her there so long.

“Talk to me Izzy.”

“I… I’m…”  Her voice was thick and rough as she tried to speak through shuddering breaths.  “I’m good.” She said finally.

“If you wanna stop, I don’t mind.”  He said and he meant it.  Yeah sure they had a rule now that said they both had to get off but he could choose to leave it if he wanted.  He could knock one out in the shower or something later, it was no big deal.  He already felt like he’d gotten the best gift ever.

“Just gimme a sec.” She moaned.

Bucky laughed, staying where he was, knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed.  He didn’t think he could move right then anyway without snapping his cock off.

“That good, huh?”

It was her turn to laugh. A giddy kind of ironic laugh.

“It was alright.”  She quipped.

“I suppose you can handle another?”  Bucky taunted her.  He’d do it too.

“I suppose you think you can deliver?”

“Oh, darlin’ you’ve got no idea.”  He popped the button on his jeans and dropped the zipper before standing up.  His legs were a little weak from being cramped up for so long but he wasn’t going to show her that.

She watched him undress, lust-filled eyes tracing every line of his body until he dropped his shorts to the floor, freeing his cock.

Bucky knew he was pretty well off in the penis department.  Guys always knew if they were below average and Bucky was definitely not.  He wasn’t monstrously big but he had good deal going on down there, and no complaints made against him so far.

“Wow!”  Izzy’s eye went wide.  “You kept that to yourself, didn’t you?”

Bucky blushed, eyeing her coyly.

“You ready for me now?” He teased her, swiping his tongue across his upper lip in a subconscious show of eagerness.

“Yeah.”  She sat up.  “You got the thing?”

“Oh!”

He scrambled to get his wallet out of his jeans pocket.  One condom, that was all he carried, just in case.  He tossed it onto the comforter beside her and grabbed her feet, pulling her to the end of the bed with him, making her squeak unexpectedly.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” This was the first time he’d ever told her that, without it being words of comfort for a broken heart, or a personal crisis.

“Shhh.”  She was embarrassed.  “No displays of affection.”

Nodding, he drew her to her feet and slid one hand up the inside of her thigh to the wetness that was smeared all over her labia and legs.  One quick tease was all he gave before he brought his fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling closed as he tasted her with a moan.

He trailed his fingers over her lips, offering her the mixture of her own flavour and that from his mouth.  She opened up and he pushed his index finger over her tongue where she swirled and teased his digit eagerly, maintaining eye contact.

“Unbelievable.”  He groaned pulling himself free with a pop from her lips.  “You sure you want this?”

One final ask, just to be sure.  He wasn’t even sure if they could go back after what they’d already done but once they fucked that would be it, no returning to how things had been, not ever.

“I want this.”  She reached down and took him in hand, stroking leisurely, getting a feel for him.

The condom went on in a fumble of fingers and awkward stroking.  He let her do it so she could get a better sense of him.  When she ran her finger around the tip he twitched so hard she grinned.

“Lie down.”  She watched the play of muscles in his chest and stomach as he scooted back on the bed, lying flat with one of her pillows under his head as well as both of his hands.  He put himself at her mercy.

 Bucky felt like he’d died and gone to heaven as she crawled up the bed seductively, making a show of arching her back and swaying her hips as she went.  With her knees on either side of his hips she positioned herself over his cock, letting the tip rest her entrance.  She maintained just enough pressure to keep him there but not sink down on him.  There she rocked her hips in tiny motions that added a little extra pressure that sent a thrilling tingle down his cock and into his balls.

He watched her intently, tongue playing slowly on his lips, lost in concentration and the sight and feel of her.  She was nothing less than flawless.  He always knew she would be.  Perfectly smooth thighs straddling him. Soft rounded hips so ready to wreck him like he had done to her.  Glorious breasts that fit so perfectly in his hands it was like they were made for him. And her beautiful face, watching his reaction to the slightest thing she did.

A little more pressure and the tip of his cock popped inside, causing her to suck in a hissing breath.  Bucky remained still and let her work with what she had.  She bounced a little, pushing herself further.

“Fuck, Izzy!”  He moaned as she constricted him.  Jesus she was tight.  “Relax a little.”

“I am relaxed.” She smiled, rolling her hips a little more confidently.

She clenched down on him sending a sharp stab of incredibly intense pleasure through his whole abdomen, earning her a loud cursing groan in some language she’d never heard him speak before.

“Sorry, what?  I didn’t quite catch that.”  Smug, she did it again.  “This is what unrelaxed feels like.”

 Now she was fully seated, her thighs spread over his, she slid her hips back, drawing his cock back at an intense angle and with a smooth thrust forward she impaled herself on him again, sighing with pleasure.

With each stroke she brought him closer and closer to the edge.  She felt fucking amazing and she knew it.  The gasps and moans he made telling her a story of how to play him best, and she read him well.

Speeding up she leaned back, resting her hands on his knees for balance as she ground herself on his cock relentlessly.  It wasn’t frantic but it wasn’t slow either, she knew what she wanted from him and by god she was going to get it, and likely ruin him at the same time.

He reached for her, hands cupping her breasts and thumbing her hard nipples.  She faltered in her rhythm when he pinched her a little too hard but he felt the spasm of pleasure around his cock.  

Yeah, she really liked that.

Soon he was close. Too close.  And she seemed to be holding back a little.  His thumb on her clit fixed that and she gripped him tight as he circled her quick and light.  He could feel the intensity rising as she came around him, crying out.  Her hips slowed as she lost all of her energy to the orgasm that was coursing through her.

Bucky gripped her hips and used the loss of her control to push and pull her onto him, thrusting up hard he fucked her through her orgasm and into his own.  Hips stuttering as pleasure shot him through and he pulsed inside her with a strangled moan.

 She was already a boneless puddle collapsed and dozing against his chest, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her against him and cherish her until she came back to herself. But rules.

He wanted to kiss her and tell her she was amazing.  But rules.

He stroked his hands down her back as he softened and slipped free of her.  Rolling them both over he made sure he got the condom before there was more mess than there needed to be.  He felt warm and fuzzy, bathed in an afterglow he could honestly say he’d never felt.  Maybe it was something to do with her, maybe it was the two of them together, but this felt different to him.

 Izzy looked serene as she lay on her side, curled up.  Her eyes were closed and fluttered lightly as she drifted further into a deep sleep.  He didn’t have the heart to disturb her. She was fine, breathing normally, just overwhelmed by feeling, or maybe it was the numbness after everything that she had succumbed to.

Bucky watched her for several long minutes before pulling the comforter over her so she wouldn’t wake up freezing.  He got dressed in a daze, not quite believing what he’d done.  What they’d done.  One thing was for sure though, there was no way his lust for her would ever go away. Any hope of that happening went out of the window when she stripped his t-shirt from him and kissed his chest.

 A glass of water left on her bedside table and a quick scout around to make sure that he hadn’t left anything behind then he was leaving her apartment and leaving her behind.  With the promise of ‘next time’ he felt jubilant but also scared.

The tattoo that Bucky has on his chest looks a little something like [this] despite being an arm tattoo.

[softsichenghours]

la douleur exquise {l.d}

summary: you hated lee donghyuck, and he hated you, too. 

word count: 4.4k 

warnings: angst, a lot of swearing and name calling, kissing

la douleur exquise: the pain of unrequited love.  

you rolled your eyes as donghyuck walked into the lecture hall ten minutes late, interrupting the class. he mumbled an apology to the professor but you knew he didn’t mean it. he glanced around the packed class, trying to find a seat. the only one near him was a seat near the back at the end of the row, right next to you. oh fuck me, you thought as he threw his bag on the floor in front of him and collapsed in the chair next to you.

lee donghyuck. the name that made you cringe whenever it hit your ears. lee donghyuck was popular—and also rude, cocky, and didn’t care about anyone but himself. you didn’t think he was capable of feeling anything but pride. his name was known around your college campus. he went to parties and was in a frat and was always causing trouble with someone, either a guy he upset or a girl he screwed over—he was good at doing both. it didn’t matter that you hated lee donghyuck, you were sure he hated you too. 

    “where are we?” he whispered to you, interrupting you from your note taking. 

    “page 26.” you whispered back, not wanting to cause a disturbance.

    “what was that?” he asked, just to push your buttons. 

    “i said page 26.” you whispered a bit louder, sending a glare in his direction.

    “gimme a pen.” 

    “don’t have one.” you mumbled, trying to focus on what the professor was saying. 

    “c’mon, you have to have like, one pen.” he kept pestering you. 

    “can you just leave me alone?” you whipped your head up to look at him. your tone of voice was a bit too loud, as it caused some heads around you to turn. 

    “fine, be like that.” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. a few short minutes later and you glanced over at him, finding it odd that he actually left you alone, to find him sound asleep under his baseball hat. you rolled your eyes again and turned your eyes back to your laptop. how ignorant, you thought.

obnoxious trap music made your head pound as you maneuvered your way around the sweaty frat house, trying to find your probably drunk roommate, mark, and get out of there. eventually, you were getting tired and couldn’t seem to find him amongst the throng of bodies, so you retreated to the somewhat quieter living room to wait. 

    “look at you, all alone at a party. sucks, huh?” donghyuck’s annoying, higher pitched voice sounded in your ears while you were scrolling through your instagram feed. 

    “shut up, donghyuck.” you sighed, not even taking your eyes off your screen. 

    “ouch, no need to be rude.” he chuckled and propped down next to you on the couch. 

    “can you just go away?” you complained, looking over at him. his mop of messy hair seemed even messier in the humid environment and his dark skin was glowing in the dim light. you couldn’t help but notice how his white button up shirt stuck to his sticky skin, a few buttons popped at the top. a mischievous grin danced on his plump lips as he took his beer bottle from them.

    “nah, i think i’ll just stay here and annoy you a little bit more.” he teased. you chose to ignore him instead of fighting back, so you scooted yourself away from his body and looked at your phone once again. 

    “did you seriously come here all alone? that’s kinda sad, ____.”

    “i came here with mark.” you mumbled in response. 

    “where is he then?”

    “probably drunk somewhere? i don’t know.”

    “then why aren’t you getting drunk with him? aren’t you and him like, a thing?” donghyuck prodded. 

    “no! we’re roommates.” you explained, looking over at him in disbelief. 

    “oh, i see how it is. you’re roommate friendzoned.”

    “i don’t like him.” 

    “that’s what they all say. y’know, i’m sure there’s a self-help book somewhere called ‘i’m a loser and also a snob and i’m being friendzoned by my roommate!’ with your name written all over it.” 

you turned off your phone and glared at the boy. “can you do me a favour?”

    “what is it?”

    “fuck off.” you jeered, standing up and smoothing down your skirt. this time you were going to find mark and leave.

it was nearing midnight before you left the library, surviving on your last sip of now cold coffee. you were dropping tired as you trudged across campus to your apartment, which was odd campus, your heavy bag weighing down your shoulders. it seemed that it was only you out this late; well, only you out this late studying. you were sure there was some party going on somewhere, but so far, you were the only person walking at this hour in the night.

that’s when you seen donghyuck stumbling to his car, the last person you wanted to see tonight. you thought your tired eyes were playing tricks on you because you thought you seen blood on his face and a busted lip. but when you got closer to the boy who was now struggling to get into his car, you realized you were right. he probably pissed someone else off and had to pay the consequences—in a fist fight. you still felt bad. he was still a human and it would guilt you all night if you let him go home like that, knowing he lived far off campus. 

    “hey, donghyuck.” you called, walking until you stopped in front of his car. 

    “what do you want?” he sighed, now fumbling with his keys in the dark. 

    “i wanted to help you, but never mind.” you grumbled, starting to walk again.

    “wait, help with what?” he questioned. you turned back to him and seen his face more clearly up close. he was definitely the loser of that fight. 

     “do you know how to clean those cuts?” you raised an eyebrow, looking at the cut in his eyebrow and the blood that seemed to have stopped dripping from his nose. 

    “and why do you suddenly care?” he scoffed, bringing a bloody hand up to run through his hair. 

    “fine, let them get infected.” you shrugged, turning back around and continuing your walk back to your shared apartment.

    “wait!” 

    “yes?” you stopped in your tracks. 

    “i could use a little help…” 

that’s how lee donghyuck ended up in your small apartment, his eyes wandering around in a  scrutinizing way. 

    “yes, it’s messy, but i’m not the only one living here.” you reminded, closing the door quietly behind you. “so be quiet, mark’s asleep.” 

donghyuck opened his mouth to make a snarky comment about your roommate but decided against it, knowing you would just throw him out into the night, bleeding and bruised.

    “wait here, i’ll get the first aid kit.” you said, disappearing into the bathroom to retrieve the box. when you got back into the tiny kitchen, donghyuck was sitting on the counter, his eyes bore into his phone and his legs swinging. he put his phone down beside him when you walked up to him and started taking things from the first aid kit. 

admittedly, you were a little hesitant to get so close to him, but braved through it to help him. you hated being so empathetic, you always offered assistance where you could, whether in good or bad conditions. 

first, you wiped the blood from his under his nose and around his eyebrow. the slash through his eyebrow was deep, not deep enough for stitches but deep enough to bleed everywhere. you cleaned it with alcohol and water, much to his displeasure. his face contorted with pain, his bloodied knuckles gripping the edge of the counter top. 

    “how do you know how to do this?” he asked through gritted teeth. you took a slight step back from him and laughed almost. 

    “i don’t know, maybe it could be that i’m a nursing major?” you chuckled, coming close to him again. 

    “oh, right.” 

you put a small bandaid through his eyebrow and heard him sigh. 

    “it’s gonna leave a scar, right?” 

    “probably. but it’s gonna be one badass scar though.” you found yourself consoling donghyuck. those were two words you never thought you’d put together in a sentence. 

after cleaning the blood from his lip, you stepped back to look at his bloody knuckles. maybe he hadn’t lost the fight… it was weird to be there, holding donghyuck’s hand—no, it was too weird to refer to it as that—with donghyuck’s knuckles in your face as you worked to bandage them up. it was silent for the most part, until he cleared his throat and spoke up. 

    “why have we hated each other since highschool?” he questioned, and you could see him cocking his head. 

    “i don’t know, because you’re an ass?” you scoffed almost immediately. 

    “don’t act like you’re not a bitch to me.” he fired back, almost tugging his hand away from you. he was right. sometimes you were unnecessarily harsh to him, but at least you had overlooked your pride and helped him when he needed it.

    “i didn’t say i wasn’t. but aren’t i helping you?” you reminded, looking up at him. 

    “okay, then why am i such an ass?” he challenged.

    “seriously?” you laughed. “because you think you’re all that and a bag of chips. and you don’t care about anyone’s feelings. it’s like it’s a new girl, a new fight, each week with you.” 

    donghyuck was silent. “...what if i don’t want this image anymore?” 

his question surprised you. you thought donghyuck’s bad boy reputation was what was most important to him. by now you had bandaged his hands and you were done with him. you took a step back, not answering his question yet. he took this as his cue to leave and hopped down from the counter, his boots hitting the tile loudly. you hoped it hadn’t woken mark. you walked him to the door, but he was still looking for an answer to his question. 

    “then stop being an ass, and stop doing this, and maybe take other people’s feelings into consideration for once. goodnight, donghyuck.” you answered, basically pushing him out the door and into the night.

for some reason, you couldn’t sleep at all that night. your mind was stuck on the encounter you had with donghyuck. you felt good for helping him, but your mind kept replaying his question. he didn’t want that image anymore? maybe he actually wanted to turn his life around and be a good person…maybe he was just drunk, you had smelled a little bit of alcohol on him. 

    “hey butthead, who was here last night?” mark questioned as he tossed the cereal box to you, shaking you from your thoughts as you almost fell asleep at the table. 

    “oh, donghyuck.” you mumbled, stifling a yawn. you hadn’t realized how casually you had said that. oh no, this didn’t look good. 

    “wait, lee donghyuck?” mark raised his eyebrows and sat across from you. 

    “no, the other donghyuck.” you replied sarcastically, pouring cereal into your bowl. 

    “why was he here?” you knew mark was going to comment something sexual, so you cleared it up for him. 

    “he was hurt from a fight and i would’ve felt bad if i let him go home all beaten up, so i cleaned him up a little. he was here for like, ten minutes tops.” 

    “oh, i see.” mark smirked playfully. “remember in highschool when—”

    “don’t even finish that sentence mark lee, so help me god.” you glared at him while shoving your spoon of cereal in your mouth. 

    “okay, okay…” he threw his hands up in defence and chuckled. “i’m seriously shocked you don’t remember when you had the biggest crush on donghyuck in our junior year.” 

of course he brought it up. you grimaced and stared down into your bowl. “i’d rather not remember that, actually.” 

    “i don’t remember you ever growing out of that. you just started hating him out of nowhere one day.” 

    “i didn’t just start hating him out of nowhere, he became an asshole and i didn’t want to be around him anymore.” you sighed, not wanting to talk about it any longer.

    “no, no, that’s not how it happened.” mark started. you forgot that mark and donghyuck used to be best friends.

    “what do you mean?”

    “you hated donghyuck before he became like this. i remember because you just stopped wanting to hang out with us one day, out of the blue. it was really weird.” 

oh shit…oh shit! now you remembered! you didn’t have a valid reason to hate donghyuck at first! you did it to get rid of your crush on him! how had you blocked that from your memory?! 

    “maybe he hates you now because you hated him first.” mark laughed, standing from the table. you merely looked at him with wide eyes, feeling guilty for every time you had been a bitch to donghyuck. you had to remind yourself that he still had this reputation. he was still an asshole, regardless if you were one first. 

    “wait, ____, you don’t…still like donghyuck, do you?” mark questioned. 

    “oh god, don’t plant that in my brain, too.” you said as you felt yourself get queasy. but you let your mind wander to that thought. even though you hated him, you always felt this sort of protectiveness over donghyuck. like the night before, when you didn’t want him to go home hurt. you couldn’t deny how attractive he had gotten, how much he had matured in two years. maybe he was still himself underneath his asshole reputation. maybe that’s why he wanted to get rid of it…

    “oh god, you do like him, don’t you?” mark laughed at your lost expression. 

    “what if i do?” you squeaked out.

he was silent for a moment as he walked up to you. “then you’re screwed.” he smirked and ruffled your hair before passing by you. 

shit.

you pulled your jacket tighter around your body as you walked quickly down the street in the dark. you had just finished dinner with a few friends at a new fancy restaurant and now you were walking back to your apartment by yourself. you were nervous because you knew how dangerous it could be to be a young girl walking alone at night. not to mention you were wearing a tight dress that stopped a bit above your knees, which you tried to cover with your jacket. 

you were nowhere near your apartment when you felt like someone was watching you. you looked around your shoulder but seen no one behind you, and no cars on the narrow street. it was probably just your imagination. you tried to but couldn’t shake the feeling.

soon you were near your college campus, and there were more people walking around you. it made you feel a bit safer, but you still had a weird feeling. 

    “hey babe!” a voice sounded in your ears and an arm was thrown around your shoulders. you were ready to punch the guy square in the nose until you realized it was donghyuck. 

    “what are you—”

    “just play along. some creep was following you.” he whispered into your ear. so your instincts were right. you tried not to think too much about what could’ve happened if donghyuck wasn’t there. so instead, your mind decided to think about the conversation you had had with mark a few days before. wasn’t there anything else to think about than what you felt towards the boy?

while you were walking, donghyuck kept his arm around your shoulder, tightening his grip at times and glancing over his shoulder every now and then. after a while, he turned you both into a dark alleyway and peeked around the corner and down the street. 

    “i think we lost him. he gave me a bad feeling…” donghyuck sighed, frustration and annoyance in his voice. 

    “i think i would’ve been fine.” you said with hostility in your voice. you were actually thankful for what he had done, but you didn’t want to get too nice with him. if your “crush” on him grew big like it was in highschool, you’d just be stupid. 

donghyuck turned back to you, his eyebrows furrowed. “uh, you’re welcome? i just didn’t want you to get murdered.” 

    “hmm, i actually thought you’d like that.” you replied sarcastically. 

    “why the fuck would i want you dead?” he questioned with a chuckle, running a hand through his floppy hair. 

    “well, we do hate each other.” you reminded. “i have to get home.” you knew mark would be worrying, so you walked out of the alley. until you felt a hand on your wrist, holding you back. 

    “what do you want?” you sighed, taking a step back to the boy. before your mind could process it, donghyuck had you pinned against the wall, one hand steady on your wrist, the other on the wall next to your head. his sudden movement elicited a gasp from your lips that you hoped he hadn’t heard. 

    “there’s no need to be such a bitch, ____. i could’ve just kept walking and let that guy do whatever he wanted to you, but i didn’t.” he leaned in closer to you until you could feel his warm breath on your lips. he kept murmuring things to you, but you couldn’t focus. 

you hated lee donghyuck. you hated his stupid smirk and how it always danced across his lips while he talked to you. you hated his stupid hair and the way it fell into his eyes just perfectly. and god, you hated his stupid eyes. his eyes which seemed like they could change with his emotion, how they were wide when he was fearful like the night in your apartment, how they were half closed and full of stars when he was drunk like the night at the party when he wouldn’t stop teasing you, how they were sharp and hooded when he was angry like right now. but most importantly, you hated how you didn’t hate donghyuck. you hated how you had convinced yourself you did. 

    “you’re not even listening to me,” he scoffed. “but fine, don’t be grateful. be a bitch. but you helped me and i helped you. consider us even now.” by the time he finished his sentence, he was so close that all you could picture in your mind was him kissing you so deeply that you forgot your own name. 

    “fuck you, donghyuck.” you smirked. he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, making your stomach flutter and your mind swirl. whether you knew it or not, you had been wanting this for years. you were suddenly fully aware of your feelings for donghyuck, and you knew you were screwed. 

when he pulled away, his lips were red and plump and you could still feel them ghosting over yours. 

    “____…” he cooed your name, his voice softer than it was before. “i don’t want us to hate each other anymore. what can i do for you to stop hating me?” 

it was almost perfect. almost. then you remembered the scene you had seen play out the day before. 

    “bro, i dare you to ask yuri on a date.” one of his obnoxious friends laughed. 

    “yuri? seriously?” donghyuck laughed back in disbelief. 

    “yeah, it’ll be funny.” 

you watched from where you sat in the cafeteria with mark as donghyuck walked right up to yuri, a girl you had known for a very long time, ever since you were kids. yuri was shy. the shyest person you had ever met. she was shy around everyone, including those she knew well. you knew having a boy even talk to her made her anxious and stutter. sadly, she was always teased and picked on because of this. so when you seen donghyuck ask yuri on a date as a prank, you felt like you would explode. you watched as she went wide eyed and just blinked while donghyuck told her where to meet him. you knew donghyuck would never show. 

when he got back to his table, his friends slapped him on the back and laughed about how funny it would be to see the look on her face when he didn’t show up. they even hoped she’d cry. they were cruel. donghyuck was cruel. 

    “what can you do for me to stop hating you? apologize to yuri.” you looked up at him and crossed your arms over your body. 

    “you know we were just joking around with her—”

    “no. yuri and i have been friends forever and that’s just—you don’t do that to someone.” you said, disgust in your voice. “on that note, apologize to every girl you’ve screwed over. it might take a while.” 

    “really, ____?”

    “yes, donghyuck.” you fired back like it was obvious. you escaped from his hold against the wall and took a few steps back from him. “clean up your act and maybe i’ll consider this.” you said, motioning between you two. with that, you left him standing alone in the alley, a forlorn expression on his face.

you had basically given up on thinking about donghyuck. you knew it wasn’t going to happen. you knew he could never change his life like that, not so quickly, not for a girl. he loved being an asshole too much. 

although you didn’t want to think about what was to come with you and donghyuck, you couldn’t get the feeling of his lips on yours out of your head. you often found yourself grazing your lips with the tips of your fingers, remembering what it was like for those lips to be kissing donghyuck’s. no, stop it, you had to remind yourself way too often. but you couldn’t help it. now that you had your taste of donghyuck, you wanted it again and again and again.

you were sitting in the cafeteria with mark on monday morning, droning on about the long, boring lecture you had that morning. mark listened and nodded along where he could, but then hit your arm to signal you to stop. 

    “what?”

    “look,” he nodded to the table in front of you, where donghyuck and his friends were now sitting. you had told mark about your kiss with donghyuck, and the idea you had proposed to him. now you watched him intently, wondering if he would live up to the challenge. his eyes met yours, but instead of looking away timidly, you held eye contact with him until he looked away. 

you watched as he stood up from the table and took a deep breath before making his way over to the table in the back where yuri sat. she looked nervous as donghyuck approached her. you felt bad. thankfully, you were in earshot of their conversation. 

    “hey,” donghyuck said coolly. yuri was silent, looking up at him with wide, sad eyes. “i’m a jerk for blowing you off a few nights ago. i honestly feel so bad about it and i wanted to apologize. i’m really sorry, yuri. i hope you can forgive me. is there any way i can make it up to you?” 

you were truly shocked at donghyuck’s apology. you had never heard him sound this sincere. his voice was different than usual. it was soft and sweet instead of loud and rough. donghyuck hated apologizing, but he did it so smoothly. he even ran the extra mile asking her if he could do anything for her. 

    “thank you, donghyuck. your apology means a lot. it’s okay, i forgive you.” you barely heard yuri squeak out. donghyuck’s shoulders relaxed and a smile sprung to his face. 

    “thanks yuri. i’ll see you around.” he nodded and left her table. he caught your eyes again as he was walking back, and you were surprised by how happy he looked. maybe he was doing this for both you and himself. 

by the end of the day, you thought you were looking at a whole new donghyuck. he had apologized to every single girl he had hurt. and each apology was different and sincere, not some copy and paste bullshit. he didn’t join in in his friends teasing, instead he laid low and just listened. you even seen him laughing with a guy he was in a fight with just weeks before. had you really been able to change lee donghyuck? 

your last class of the day was a smaller one, one you shared with donghyuck. you got there early and saved him a seat, and he was actually on time. the professor started before you got a chance to talk to him, but five minutes into class and a small piece of paper was slid across the desk to you. 

‘can we talk later? i’ll meet you in the park near your place at 9.’

 it was a calm night in the park when you arrived. it was a few minutes after 9, so you weren’t overly late to your meeting with donghyuck. to your surprise, he was already there, sitting on a bench and waiting for you. he waved you over and smiled. 

    “hey. how’s it going?” you questioned, sitting down next to him. 

    “okay, i know this is going to sound crazy, but i already think i’m a changed man!” he laughed. you laughed along with him. “i mean, i’ve tried my best to be nothing but nice and sincere all day and honestly, i feel great! it feels so good knowing that people don’t completely hate me for what i’ve done. and while i’m a long way from not being an asshole anymore, i just want to know that you don’t hate me.” 

you looked at donghyuck like he held the moon and all the stars in his eyes. “i never hated you, donghyuck.” 

    “what, really? because i could’ve sworn—y’know, forget it. i apologized to everyone and cleaned some things up. so…can i take you on a date now?” he asked, his voice hopeful. you didn’t answer his question, instead you lunged forward and kissed him passionately. you guessed that answered his question for him. 

[captainchrisfics]

Out of Fenway Park

About: A SoCal born-and-raised reader relocated to Boston, where the very last thing she expects is to run into Chris Evans at a Red Sox game with beer dripping down her head and his hotdog plastered to her shirt. Literally, running into him, and then somehow still getting a date out of it.

Word Count: 3,365

Requested By: Anon. Thanks so much for sending this in! Absolutely love this story, thanks for giving me the opportunity to write it. Feel free to send in any other reqs!

P.S. I’m sorry but, as deeply as I love Boston, I’m just a New Yorker, posting a fanfic on the internet, asking you to forgive me for my inability to give the Red Sox the dignity of winning- feat. the best gif I could find of him repping the team

The sun was the only reason I agreed to go to this baseball game anyway and even that had failed me. I was looking forward to sitting back with its warmth washing over my skin so I could close my eyes and try to pretend like I was back on a beach in Southern California. Instead, it was borderline freezing rain and all I could think about was the ground being even muddier with the still melting snow and how I couldn’t tell if there really was rumbling thunder or if it was just the shouts of countless Bostonians surrounding me, cheering on the Red Sox. They were up against the Yankees and even I could tell it wasn’t looking good, but that didn’t dampen their home-team spirits.

My coworkers were maybe the worst of the bunch, drunkenly yelling profanities at the players while they sloshed their beers in agreement with one another’s profane criticisms of the pitcher. I was almost regretting giving up SoCal for a job offer I could hardly dream of fresh out of college with the only downside being that it was on the east coast. Anyone could’ve told you I despised the cold, being too far from the ocean, and the Patriots, maybe not in that order. But even more than that I knew I’d hate myself if I passed up this opportunity. So, without giving more thought than I maybe should’ve, I packed everything I could into three suitcases and a carry-on and moved across the country, hopes probably higher than the plane. 

Winter, however, brought me crashing back down to reality. Everything in nature either died or got the right idea to chase the sun south. I was stuck with snowbanks higher than my knees and a proper coat was nowhere in sight. Not that it mattered much anyway, the weather felt like it was freezing my bones to their core no matter what I wore. Initially, I had this glamorous idea of curling up by the window with a blanket on my lap as the fire crackled, holding a book in one hand and a hot chocolate in the other. Hitting the pavement after slipping on ice knocked the ignorantly blissful can-do attitude right out of me the first time. And the second and the third and I lost count after that.

Which is exactly why I agreed to come to this baseball game in the first place. Back home, spring meant warmer days and blooming flowers and short sleeve t-shirts. I thought I’d get to enjoy a little bit of sunlight at the very least, maybe get to finally connect with my coworkers in a meaningful way outside of asking for help to unjam the copy machine. However, the start of the season in this hell hole apparently included a lot more of the lion than the lamb and a rowdy crowd of Red Sox fans who thought it was good enough for shorts anyway and drank like alcoholic fish to top it all off.

A girl I shared the wall of my cubicle with, Alex, wrapped a lazy arm around my shoulders, pulling me too close into her Heineken haze than I was comfortable given the fact that I barely knew her. Plus, being the only sober one was never any fun. I had a feeling they only invited me under the guise of getting to know each other better considering all I’d become familiar with was the smell of their beer burps. After all, being barely of-age and the new kid made me their permanently designated driver, even though we’d taken the T here. 

“Know the difference between a Yankee and uh,” Alex paused to laugh at her own joke and let out a hiccup, “a pothole?” She was hanging onto me for support, speaking close enough to my ear that it could’ve been a secret though she was saying it loud enough for the rest of our group to hear over the boom of other fans. “I’d swerve for the hole!” 

I chuckled a little to be nice, although I didn’t think it was very funny. Our coworkers to Alex’s right, on the other hand, guffawed as if it was the most hilarious thing they’d ever heard. Preferring their reaction and acting almost in slow motion, she raised her cup in cheers of herself and simultaneously turned to the others, sloshing the frothy drink until it rained down on me.

I shot up out of my seat as the cold beer trickled down my back. Everyone paused, eyes glued to me for my reaction as I tried to maintain my temper. I used my hands like windshield wipers, tossing the liquid on my face to the floor with an angry snap of my wrists. Alex started to profess a slurred apology, but I held up my hand for an extra second or two to compose myself. “It’s...” I paused to suck in another deep breath. “It’s okay. Accidents happen. I’m gonna go clean up.” Before she could offer to help, I whipped around and jumped down the stadium’s stairs two at a time.

My cheeks were hot with embarrassment as I scanned the hall, looking for something resembling a bathroom sign frantically. People were probably busy enough with their own agendas, be it getting back to the game or buying a baseball hat, but I still felt every set of eyes boring into me. So I tried to put my head down and run to the closest restroom until I hit a wall instead. 

Literally, it sent me tumbling to the floor until I landed on my ass, melting into a messy puddle of beer mixed with my former self. Contrary to my belief, someone said, “I didn’t see you there.”

My eyes left my hands, where I’d tried to bury my face like an ostrich in the sand, to see a broad man bending down on his knees before me. He had a Red Sox cap pulled low over his face, a thick beard, and a light grey t-shirt with a dark wet patch in the middle of his chest. Must’ve been where we collided. “I’m so sorry,” he continued with the exaggerated o’s and r’s that sound like ah’s, still so wrong to my west coast ears. I spotted an empty disposable food tray in his hand and looked down to see the hotdog it’d previously housed glued to my stomach by its condiments. Exactly what I needed. 

“Are you alright?” He extended a hand to help me up, but I couldn’t move. Instead, I just sat sprawled on my butt at Fenway Park, reeking of somebody else’s alcohol, staring at this beautiful stranger. His concerned look turned a little suspicious the longer I sat there without grabbing his hand, my mouth moving like a fish out of water. All I had to say was yes or I am or something, anything really, but I couldn’t even manage a three-letter sentence.

Instead, I peeled his hotdog off of my shirt and returned it to its little white boat. “Oh, uh, thanks I guess. Or sorry, I mean.” He adjusted his hat and cleared his throat before extending his hand again. “Is there anything I could do to… help?” His eyes scanned me again as if he were sizing me up, making me even more self-aware of the awful state I was in. 

“Bathroom,” I blurted out as my mind caught up, barely able to rip my eyes from his biceps. He stitched his eyebrows together, back to confusion again, though I didn’t give him any time to ask questions before I all but snatched his hand and he hoisted me up. 

“Nice to meet you, Bathroom. I’m Chris,” he said with a smirk, teasingly shaking my hand. “You didn’t hit your head, right?” He tried to subdue a laugh, but the playful look in his deep blue eyes betrayed him as he reached to brush off my shoulder.

“Very funny,” I shot back with an exaggerated roll of my eyes, betting my smile gave me away. “As in Evans, right? You look too much alike for it to be a coincidence.”

He played with the sunglasses tucked into his shirt’s collar, probably wishing he’d kept them on for the sake of a disguise. Chris only shrugged, claiming he would neither confirm nor deny. I didn’t need him to though, I’d been stuck watching Marvel movies with my brothers long enough to recognize those cheekbones anywhere. “I’m more of an Iron Man fan anyway,” I tried to emphasize my nonchalance in the hopes that I wouldn’t scare him off. “What I meant was I need help finding the bathroom.”

“Oh, yeah. Just passed one over there I think…” Chris trailed off as his eyes swept over the stadium, looking with much more of a level-head than I could. He found one almost immediately and laced his fingers between mine so it was more like we were holding hands. In a silly school-girl kind of way it made my cheeks flush, which was awfully embarrassing that, given my condition, holding hands with a cute boy was what had turned me into a tomato. Then he tugged me in the direction he came from and I wasn’t in the position to protest.

There was only so much I could do with thin paper towels, lukewarm water, empty soap dispensers, and a tide stick from a kind woman who took pity on me. Still, I spent a while scrubbing at the mustard and ketchup stains and wringing my stringy hair over the sink. It was long enough that I was more than surprised to see Chris leaning against the wall coolly. One foot was pressed against the wall and his arms were crossed over his chest while he whistled a tune.

“Is that The Little Mermaid?” I asked with a wrinkled nose, sounding more dumbfounded to hear this burly, bearded, lumberjack-looking man all but belting out Under the Sea than I was to see he’d been waiting for me.

Chris only shrugged, a crooked grin softening his features. 

“Is that a problem?” He cocked an eyebrow and flexed his arms as he crossed them as if to challenge me. But there was this twinkle in his eye that betrayed his demeanor so all I did was shake my head. I tucked some hair behind my ear as I glanced back at Chris, who looked far too satisfied with himself as he said, “Good thing since I owe you some ice cream.”

Chris started walking away, taking quick steps so long I had to take two for each of his to keep up. I called his name but he ignored me until I grabbed his hand to get his attention, which it certainly did as he squeaked to a halt. He squeezed mine before letting it go, looking at me curiously. 

I wasn’t quite sure exactly what I was going to say until it was already tumbling out of my mouth. “If anything I owe you a hotdog,” I muttered, avoiding his stare. Not that I was uncomfortable waltzing off with a stranger in the limelight, which I totally was. Not that my coworkers were waiting for me and would never believe I’d been getting ice cream with Chris Evans, which was also true. Not any of the totally valid reasons to feel a little funny about this whole thing. Instead, I insisted on buying a hotdog for a guy I was sure had more cash sitting in his bank account than I’d ever see. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, my lunch had it coming,” Chris insisted with a swipe of his hand, playfully brushing me off. “Your shirt, however, did not deserve that stain.” His pointed finger dropped to the orangey Rorschach test permanently painted just below my chest, getting a laugh from me. 

“Here,” Chris said as he untied the hoodie around his waist. I tried to keep my eyes from wandering to his stomach, where his shirt lifted a little higher than it should’ve been allowed, revealing the curve of his chiseled hips and the beginnings of a fuzzy trail dipping below his belt. “Take this to cover that up.” He handed me his sweater covered in pet hair and I slipped it on immediately, hoping it would hide my wild blush for a few seconds at least until I popped out the other side. It smelled like a dog had been curled up to it coupled with an intoxicating cologne I didn’t recognize and crisp air right before it rained.

I thanked him but Chris shrugged and puffed out his bottom lip before resuming his long strides to the concession stand, tugging me behind like luggage. “Plus, the game is already over. I don’t have to watch my boys actually lose. Maybe if you’d been a Yankees fan, I could’ve excused the whole sweeping you off your feet thing... but come to think of it you aren’t repping the Red Sox either.” He side-eyed me suspiciously without pausing until he nearly hit someone else’s back. 

“That’s an awfully nice way to put sending me tumbling to the concrete,” I scoffed, skidding to a stop at Chris’s side in line. “And sports culture is just misplaced nationalism if you ask me.” I crossed my arms to emphasize my point when I was met with raised eyebrows and a slack jaw. 

“Then what are you doing here exactly?” He asked, keeping one eyebrow perched a little higher than the other. There was something about the way he smiled at me, all genuine and gentle, and this look in his wide eyes. Whatever it was, I felt like I could tell him everything. So I did.

“All I wanted to do was sit in the sun,” I started, completely aware of how much I sounded like a toddler who missed her nap as I launched off into everything as if he’d been the one pulling up to watch my origin story with popcorn in hand. I told him about how much I missed California and how I felt like I hadn’t met anyone here who got me the way my friends did back home. And how much I loved the work I was doing, the way the end of every day left me feeling complete until I left the office, and how I didn’t think I could survive another Nor’easter for it. I spilled my guts along with the can of worms Chris didn’t mean to open as the concession line grew shorter until we were at the front. 

He ordered chocolate and vanilla cones, giving me the choice between the two once they were handed over so I thanked him.  We walked around the stadium for a while, bumping hips on occasion and crunching on our cones while we chatted about anything and everything except what I’d said earlier. That was until Chris suddenly stopped to sit on a bench, grabbing my hand to take me down with him. He cleared his throat before speaking with more of a serious air to him so I knew to brace myself for what was coming. 

“You’re young, yeah?” he asked, shoving his napkins into a nearby bin. I nodded as I sucked what I could out of the bottom of my cone, though I felt like I’d done a lot of growing up lately. “You’ve got a lot of time to figure these things out. Trust me, I know California is nice, but there’s a reason why I keep coming back to Boston.”

I thought about what he’d said for a beat or two, but I’ll be honest, it was difficult sitting next to him. It was awfully cold with the sun tucked far behind the clouds all day so I was grateful that Chris was so warm. Even his hoodie retained his heat, although I still curled up a little deeper into his side than I might’ve if he wasn’t a human radiator. “Mind telling me why?” I asked, popping the last of my ice cream into my mouth.

He shook his head as he said, “Sure, oh man. So many reasons…” I watched as his blue eyes rose as if he could see the sky through the stadium ceiling, the corner of his jaw flexing as it clenched and relaxed as he thought about it. “Other than my family being in Mass, there’s always something to do. We’ve got the best museums and such a rich history, if that’s your sort of thing,” he paused to scratch his beard as he thought a little more. 

His blue eyes nearly popped out of his head as another thing occurred to him. “The culture is something else. There’s something really special about a middle finger being a sign of affection to some poor sap giving tours in colonial clothing and everyone joining in to sing Sweet Caroline on the T on the way home from a game,” Chris continued with animated, sweeping waves of his arms, talking with a kind of passion for a town I couldn’t imagine having in my heart. He shook his head as he added, “And the food is great, too. I mean, where else do they have a whole word for cod that isn’t really cod?”

I laughed from the bottom of my stomach, where I expected a heavy pit of anxiety to be sitting at the beginning of a conversation like this. My homesickness and unhappiness here wasn’t something that I told anyone before out of fear of disappointing someone or being unable to admit my failure out loud. Chris was easy to talk to, more than a stranger usually was. Their judgment never really mattered to me, knowing that I’d probably never see them again. It wasn’t like that with him though, it was easier than that. I felt like he didn’t really judge me at all. He only tried to understand, help, and make me smile while he was at it. And I couldn’t deny a part of my heart that hoped I’d see Chris again. Not only again, but a lot.

“The people aren’t too bad either,” he smiled sheepishly, bumping our shoulders together and looking at me through his dark eyelashes in a way that made me feel like the only person here. As if I was the only one he was talking about. Chris took a deep breath that puffed up his chest, one he didn’t release until after his arm was comfortably slung over my shoulders. “Just give the city a shot, I think it’ll surprise you.”

I wanted to tell him it already had, really he had, but instead, I laughed dryly and said, “Hell, this city makes me feel like I need a shot.” I leaned my head on Chris’s shoulder as it shook with his chuckle, looking up at him to see how he rolled his eyes even though they were scrunched by his smile. 

“Know what?” he said like he was asking himself with a deep, shaky breath. He shot up from the bench as if he’d been shocked. I obviously didn’t know Chris well, but even I could tell he was nervous as he rubbed his palms dry on his jeans. “Let’s go get a drink then, instill a little Boston pride in you. There’s this great pub down a couple blocks with live music and everything. I mean, if you want to…?” He scratched the back of his head with one hand and extended the other to me with his offer. 

When I grabbed it, Chris broke out into a grin that made my stomach feel like I was on a rollercoaster. “I’d love to,” I said with a smile that barely held a flame to his. Neither of us made an effort to let go so Chris tugged me toward Fenway’s exit. As we left, I heard tens of thousands of Red Sox fans sigh like deflated balloons before the screams of just as many obscenities broke out. Probably another point for their opponents, but it certainly didn’t make me feel like I’d hit anything short of a home run.

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[miles3855]

The Tracker

Sam Paxton rode his horse slowly into the alley. It was a beautiful clear day in April, the grass lush and thick under the horse's hooves, the sun already high in the purest of blue skies. But there was nothing but sadness in Sam's heart, for this day he would have to kill a young man he liked and admired.

Adam Corbett, the man Sam hunted, had turned twenty-one only the month before, and seemed even younger with his innocent blue eyes, clean-shaven face and curly, shoulder-length brown hair. Adding to his youthful appearance was his incurable habit of kicking off his boots wherever and whenever he could, and traipsing around in his sock feet. Some of the men on Old Man McCune's ranch ragged him for it, called him the Barefoot Boy, but Sam--the ranch foreman--never did.

The ribbing was mostly good-natured, for Adam was the best-liked hand on the ranch, kind and friendly as well as superbly skilled. In his twenty years as a cowboy Sam had never seen a man so young who was such a good hand at riding, roping, breaking broncos, and doing whatever came to hand. Adam was even more popular with the ladies than the me, and that more than anything was what had gotten Billy McCune's blood up.

Billy McCune was a rat. There was no other way to put it. Four times Billy had gunned down men and claimed self-defense. Because, conveniently, there were never any witnesses, and because Old Man McCune. Billy's father, was the richest man in the territory, Billy had always got off scot-free

Billy wanted to make Adam the fifth notch in his gun. But Billy, an incorrigible drunk, misjudged his man fatally.

It had been only last evening, at the Georgia Belle saloon. Adam was at a table, boots off as usual, and one of the saloon girls--one Adam and Billy both favored--was rubbing Adam's white-socked feet and making sweet talk to him. Billy, a full bottle of whiskey in his gut, stood up suddenly, called Adam a pansy, said his feet were stinking up the place, and ordered him to draw.

But Adam, who was better at most things than Billy, was also a faster draw and a better shot--even sitting at a table with his stockinged feet in a girl's lap. Also, Adam wasn't a heavy drinker.

The sheriff hadn't even bothered to arrest Adam; more than a dozen witnesses swore it was self-defense, and anyway everyone loved Adam and hated Billy. Everyone except Old Man McCune. Billy had been his only child, and the old man was as mean as Billy and even more ruthless. Adam didn't have to be told even once to get out of town as soon as he could get his boots on and mount a horse.

The old man, as soon as he had heard of Billy's death, had presented Sam with a proposition: a flat five thousand dollars to go out alone, hunt Adam down, and kill him. If Sam didn't agree, he would hire a posse from out of town to kill Adam--and they would be considerably less delicate about Adam's feelings.

The old man accomplished several things with this proposition. He knew Sam was over a thousand dollars in debt from poker games at the Georgia Belle, so he couldn't rightly refuse such a lucrative offer. He also knew Sam was particularly fond of Adam, so there was the double motive of testing Sam's loyalty and sadism at forcing Sam to kill a buddy.

Sam, for his own part, not only desperately needed the money, but also knew that if he didn't take the old man's offer, there would be an even larger bounty on his own head.

As he rode along that morning, Sam thought bitterly that McCune could have sent a heifer from his herd to find Adam, as difficult as the job would be. Adam--for all his skill with a gun--had a trusting, naïve nature, and knew nothing of outlaws' tricks. It would be pathetically easy to find Adam, if not necessarily to outdraw him.

And, sure enough, Adam was right where Adam thought he would be. There was a hillside in the valley that sloped gently to the river, where a small grove of live oaks and a tiny mountain stream flowing through. This was Adam's secret place, of which only Sam knew.

Adam's horse was tethered to one of the oaks, grazing peacefully. Adam himself was sprawled under the tree, fast asleep, his hat over his eyes. His six-gun was to his right, his boots to his left, and one white-socked foot was crossed over the other.

Sam felt cold disgust at the sight of Adam sleeping. Didn't he realize the sort of danger he faced? But with that came a feeling of unbearable sadness. Adam was so innocent of heart--he couldn't conceive of a world where his best friend would be coming to kill him.

Sam rode up softly. The horses nickered at each other, but Adam didn't wake. Sam dismounted, tethered his own horse, and walked over to Adam, gun in hand. Sam loathed the thought of shooting any man, even one he hated, who was asleep, or had his boots off. Neither of these would happen to Adam!

He knelt at Adam's stockinged feet; the outline of Adam's toes was sharp and perfect on his stocking soles. Same tickled Adam's foot with the gun barrel.

Adam woke with a start and sat upright, reaching for his gun. Sam fired at the gun, hitting it, knocking it out of Adam's reach. Adam stared at Sam, flushed, not speaking.

Sam stared back at Adam, pointing the gun at his head, cocking the trigger. "You know the rules, Adam," he said, his voice trembling. "You knew the old man would send somebody after you, and when you think about it, it was an act of kindness he sent me. And you know if I don't kill you, he'll kill me."

After the initial shock, Adam looked less fearful than hurt, like a little boy who had been betrayed. Tears started to leak from his eyes, but his gaze was steady, and he did not speak.

"Come on, Adam," Sam said, his voice not unkind. "Pull your boots on, and stand up. I won't shoot you sittin' on the ground."

Adam continued to stare at Sam silently. His face, though tears were streaming down it, was brave and resolute.

"Stand up, Adam!" Sam said, more roughly. "Get your boots on!"

"No." Adam's voice was calmer than Sam's. Always a handsome boy, he looked angelically beautiful at that moment.

"I won't kill you like this, damn it! You can either die with your boots on like a man, or in your sock feet like a pansy-ass!"

"I've lived with my boots off, and I'll die with 'em off," Ada said, sitting at the base of the tree, his voice quiet but hard. 'If you're goin' to kill me, kill me like you found me!"

"Stand UP! Get 'em ON!"

Adam gazed at Sam, blinking back tears. Softly, he began to speak. "Our Father, Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name...:

Sam was in a blind fury. Not know or caring what he was doing, he dropped his gun, still kneeling, grabbed one of Adam's boots, and tried to force it on the wrong foot. "GET YOUR BOOTS ON, DAMN YOU!" he yelled. Adam tried to pull his foot away, screaming with rage.

Sam lost his grip on Adam's boot, which plopped to the ground. Sam stared wildly at Adam's foot, the strong young toes flailing in the soft white sock. The sock seemed brand-new and clean. Everything about Adam seemed brand-new and clean, even when he did the dirtiest jobs at the ranch, like mucking out the stables or pulling a calf from a mudhole.

Sam wondered why, all of a sudden, his vision was blurring. Staring at Adam's foot in his hands, he stroked it gently, then kissed it.

Adam stopped struggling; he now began to sob audibly. Sam caressed the foot, gently kissing each toe, breathing in the faint smell of dried sweat. Adam felt Sam's handlebar mustache tickle his toes, and involuntarily let out a gasp of pleasure through his tears.

The other hands at the McCune ranch had always laughed at Adam's sock feet, but Sam had always found them endearing; now they seemed considerably more than that. Feeling the warm flesh and wiggling toes through the sock, Sam suddenly felt a wave of emotion like he hadn't felt since a girl had known back in Arkansas, a girl who died...

Still kneeling, Sam dropped Adam's foot and buried his face in his hands. He realized he could no more kill Adam than himself--knowing full well that to let Adam live was the same thing as killing himself. This was still racing through his brain when he heard two guns click above his head...

Adam stood over him, pointing his own gun and Sam's straight at Sam's head.

"Now YOUR boots," he snarled. "YOURS."

Sam stared horrified at Adam as he forced Sam to a supine position on the ground. Laying down one of the guns, he ripped the boots from Sam's feet and threw them as far as he could.

Sam's socks were gray, with white heels and toes, and extremely sweaty from the morning-long nervous tension of the man who wore them. Adam picked up the other gun and, with a look of near hatred on his face, began to tickle each of Sam's stockinged feet with the gun barrels, jut as Sam had done to him. This went on for several minutes while Sam watched silently, fear and excitement mingling in his heart.

Then Adam threw down the guns and started to kiss, lick and sniff Sam's feet as if he were trying to devour them. Sam, like Adam, let out a moan of pleasure, feeling the boy's handsome face and lips against his stocking soles.

Adam put Sam's stockinged toes in his mouth, and sucked. Sam, now nearly deranged with fear and desire, thought Adam was trying to suck his toenails out.

Then Adam dropped Sam's feet, grabbed Sam's face in both hands, and kissed him passionately, full on the lips. The two men tumbled through the grass in each other's arms, kissing each other as hard as they could, fumbling for each other's trouser buttons. Within a minute each had the other's manhood in his hand, and within two they had both come, their spunk billowing onto the grass.

They lay in each other's arms for several minutes, their pants still unbuttoned, each one's stocking feet rubbing against the other's. They stared into each other's eyes, crying, confused, relied, and unshakably in love.

After a while Sam sat up and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Finally calm--for he know now what he had to do--he looked at Adam, smiling. "We got to finish our business here," he said.

He buttoned his pants, then stood up and went to get his boots, which Adam had flung about thirty feet apart. Adam watched him, sitting cross-legged like a small child, one stockinged foot crossed over the other.

Sam picket up his gun and reholstered it. "Can you stay here tonight?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess so."

Sam looked down at Adam tenderly. "We got to make this look right," he said. "The old man wants proof you're dead. I think he'll take it as proof if I give him your horse, gun and boots."

Adam stared back gravely. "He's goin' to want more proof than that," he said. "He's goin' to want my corpse, or a piece of it."

Sam shook his head. "A man don't give up his horse and boots--and certainly not his gun--unless he's dead," he said. "The old man knows that better than anyone." He picked up Adam's gun and boots and carried them over to Adam's saddlebags.

"Anything you want out of these?" he asked.

"My Bible," Adam said. "Also two pair of socks I got in there, and I'd appreciate my bedroll. I ain't got no money."

Sam took the Bible and socks out of the bags, then stuffed in the boots and gun. He took the bedroll from Adam's horse and brought everything over to Adam, who laid them on the ground. Sam then walked over to his own saddlebags and pulled out a box of hardtack, some strips of beef jerky, and a box of shotgun bullets. He pulled the rifle out of his saddle holster, and brought everything again over to Adam.

"The old man won't know I'm missin' my rifle," he said. "You may need it. I don't think anyone will come after you, but you never know."

Adam stood up. He took the rifle and other things over to the base of the tree. Then he embraced Sam and gave him an ardent kiss, his stockinged toes rubbing against Sam's booted foot.

"The old man promised me five thousand dollars to kill you," Sam said. "He didn't tell nobly else, so I figure you're probably safe tonight. I've known the old man twenty years now, and though I know he's an evil bastard, I also know he'll give me the full five thousand, and he won't tell no one about the bounty till I come back.

"The jerky and hardtack ain't much, but they'll last you till tomorrow sundown, which is when I'll be back." He stopped to wipe his brow; the noon sun was warmer than he anticipated. "You also have water from the stream, of course. The grove is just big enough for you to hide in if anyone comes by, and you also got the rifle. God forbid you have to use it. Don't light a fire tonight; put your blanket around you if it gets cold, and put on the extry socks too." He looked down at Adam's feet. "You goin' to be all right here? Alone all night in your stockin' feet?"

"Beats dyin' with my boots on!" Adam smiled, a full, radiant smile showing his even white teeth. Seeing the boy smile, Sam felt weak with love. He could barely open his mouth to finish what he had to say.

"Even after I pay my debts at the saloon, we'll have enough left over for a little spread of our own, far away from here. When I get back, I can walk the horse with you on it to the next town over, where we can buy you a new horse and boots--and a steak, 'cause you're goin' to be starvin'."

"Just so long as the steak ain't as tough as the boots!" Adam laughed, the first time that morning, and Sam thrilled to hear that familiar, welcome sound.

"I'll be back tomorrow, and then, God is my witness, we ain't never goin' to be parted again." They kissed once more. Sam gently lowered Adam to the ground, and once more kissed the boy's sock feet, now sweaty and wet from exertion. He kissed each toe slowly and tenderly, stroking the arches as he did so. Then he gently tickled each sole, and rejoiced in the boy's laughter.

"On second thought, I don't think I'll buy you boots after all," Sam said. "I'll buy you a hundred pair of socks, and keep you sockfooted forever."

"That'd suit me fine!" Adam said.

Sam rode off with Adam's horse in tow. it hurt him more than anything had hurt him in his life to leave the boy alone on the hillside, but he had to do it for Adam's sake.

Sam turned around one more time, and Adam was there, laughing and waving. "God is good to me," Adam though as he waved. "He brought me Sam, and He'll watch over us both." The noon sun was delightfully warm on his face, and the long grass tickled his stockinged feet. Yes, he though, everything will be fine.

[here4theheartbreak]

Sensitive (Tae2Seok)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Hoseok x Jin x Taehyung

Genre(s): smut, PWP Written for @btspolyshipbingo Square Filled: Hoseok x Jin x Taehyung

Tags: smut, pwp, dirty talk, frottage, dry humping, grinding, hickeys, teasing, no penetrative sex, handjobs, implied bottom!Taehyung, established relationship, polyamory Summary: Jin has a sensitive neck. His boyfriends can’t help but tease.

Word Count: ~1.4k A/N: This fulfills a request from AO3 from hobiscupcakes that I got a millennia ago for frottage! It also fulfills an anonymous request for Jin’s boyfriend(s) teasing his sensitive neck, biting, sucking etc, and watching him squirm. Hope this satisfies what you were looking for and thank you for sending it in!

“Look at his ears!” Jungkook teased. Jin tucked lower, pulling his hood up.

“I can’t control it,” he grumbled.

“Aw, he’s so embarrassed. Smile, Jin-hyung,” Jimin said, holding his phone up.

“Aw, leave him alone,” Taehyung scolded. He wrapped his arms around Jin’s shoulders and nuzzled his chin against his head until the hoodie came loose. He nipped Jin’s ear playfully before nuzzling against his neck. Jin shivered, closing his eyes and leaning against Taehyung.

“You are nauseating,” Jimin complained with no venom.

“What are they doing now?” Hoseok asked, shrugging off his rain jacket and hat as he entered the dorm.

“Being gross.”

“They’re teasing me,” Jin complained.

“Hey, I was defending you,” Taehyung argued, still clinging to Jin’s shoulders even as he stood.

“You were teasing in different ways,” Jin complained. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Hoseok’s mouth. “How was the meeting?”

“Good. The song is just about done, we think.”

“Think the fans will like it?” Taehyung asked.

“I hope so.” Hoseok shrugged. “I like it. Wanna hear what I’ve got so far?”

Jin and Taehyung both nodded, following Hoseok into their bedroom.

The three piled onto the bed as Hoseok snagged his laptop. Taehyung wrapped himself around Jin’s back, resting his chin on his shoulder. Hoseok faced them, handing over a set of earbuds for them to share. He started playing the song he’d been working on,  watching their faces for any reaction.

Jin remained stone faced, knowing Hoseok was waiting. Taehyung was grinning, bobbing his head lightly to the beat.

“This is great,” Taehyung cried when the song ended. He pulled his earbud out.

Hoseok smiled softly. “Jin-hyung?”

Jin scowled. Hoseok’s smile slid from his face. “Hyung?”

“Hobi this... This is...” Jin sighed and took his earbud out, passing it back to Hoseok.

“What?” Hoseok set the computer on the bedside stand.

“I’m afraid to say.”

“Hyung—“

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve heard this year.”

Hoseok’s shoulders slumped. “You asshole!” He shouted. He punched Jin in the arm even as Jin cracked up.

“I thought you hated it!”

“I would never!” Jin said through peals if laughter. Taehyung joined in the attack, smacking and shaking Jin. The two clambered over him, pinning him to the bed. Jin still giggled wildly. Taehyung began to tickle his ribs. Hoseok leaned down, nipping at Jin’s throat.

The laughter died, cut off by a gasp at the move.

Taehyung and Hoseok both went still. Hoseok licked a stripe up Jin’s neck to his ear, earning a soft moan.

“Oh, so sensitive,” Taehyung teased, pressing soft kisses to Jin’s neck and reddening ears.

“Don’t—“

“Aw, don’t like to be teased? Maybe you shouldn’t have teased me.” Hoseok nipped at his ear before kissing over his neck.

“Maybe we should punish him for being so mean to you,” Taehyung suggested.

“I like that idea.”

Jin moaned softly. Taehyung reached down, squeezing Jin’s hardening cock through his sweats.

“He likes it too,” Taehyung teased. He shifted so his thigh was between Jin’s legs. Gently, he began to grind against his thigh, letting his own thigh bump and rub against Jin’s erection.

Jin whined, baring his teeth.

“Move a little,” Hoseok instructed. He pushed Jin’s legs more open, beginning to grind against his other thigh. He and Taehyung’s legs were pressed together, a constant stimulation on Jin’s cock as they sucked and licked at his neck. Jin grabbed at them, his hands fisting their shirts. He twisted his hips desperately, moving his legs against their cocks to drag moans from them as well.

Taehyung sucked a hickey onto Jin’s neck while Hoseok panted in his ear.

“Gonna come for us, hyung? Squirt in your sweats like some teenager who can’t even look at a dirty picture without creaming himself?”

Jin whined. He looked over at Hoseok, wetting his lips. “Please— More, I need more.”

“No you don’t.” Hoseok pressed a kiss to his mouth. “You’re gonna come for us, just like this.”

He shifted, humping himself more vigorously against Jin’s thigh. As he did, his own thigh rubbed more against Jin, earning another desperate cry.

“He’s gonna come,” Taehyung panted. He moved back, smirking at the smattering of light bruises dotting Jin’s neck.

“God, he’s such a slut,” Hoseok teased. The two began to ride Jin’s hips, bumping and grinding against his cock. Hoseok leaned down, clamping his teeth on Jin’s neck.

Jin screamed when he began to suck. His hips bucked wildly. A dark circle spread on the front of his sweats, his sticky come oozing up through the fabric as he came.

Taehyung yanked his sweats down in time to see the final few ropes squirting out, painting Jin’s stomach in white streaks.

He pulled his own cock free and stroked it a few times before running the tip through the come on Jin’s groin. He grabbed Jin’s softening cock along with his own and began to stroke with one hand, moaning when Jin whined his name.

“Too much.”

“Make me come, Jin-hyung,” Taehyung whispered.

Jin thrashed, his thighs shaking with the almost painful overstimulation. Hoseok rose, setting his hand over Taehyung’s.

“I have a better idea.” He pulled himself from his pants and shifted so his cock was nearly parallel to Taehyung’s. He grabbed Jin’s hand and placed it over both their cocks, letting Jin’s go.

“Make us both come, Jin-hyung.”

Jin began to stroke their cocks, making sure their tips rubbed together as he worked from base to top. He watched with half closed eyes as they shared a messy kiss, cocks dribbling precome and slicking the way for his strokes.

Hoseok reaches down, scooping up a bit of Jin’s come on his fingers. He reached back, pushing Taehyung’s pants down further. Taehyung gasped, his eyes fluttering shut, when Hoseok drove two fingers, slick with come, into his ass.

Taehyung shifted, humping into Jin’s grip and back onto the fingers inside him. He whimpered both of their names as he came, hot ropes splashing onto Jin’s cock.

He continued to stroke them both, focusing his attention on Hoseok.

“Please, Hobi... Come for me,” he pleaded. Hoseok laughed breathlessly.

“You’re so pretty when you beg...” He began to thrust forward into Jin’s hand, grunting softly. His entire body shuddered as he spilled onto Jin’s crotch, making Jin moan softly as he stroked them down.

Taehyung and Hoseok flopped next to Jin as they came down from their orgasms, sharing gentle kisses with him.

“I feel gross,” Jin finally complained.

“You wanted it,” Taehyung mumbled.

“But now it’s getting cold and nasty… Can one of you grab the wipes?”

Hoseok grunted, cuddling tighter to Jin’s side. Jin groaned, rolling his eyes. “Please?” He asked again.

“Ugh…” Taehyung grumbled as he sat up, grabbing a packet of wipes from the bedside stand. He set them on Jin’s stomach and laid back down. “Now leave me alone.”

“You’re such a nice boyfriend,” Jin joked. He cleaned himself up and tossed the pack aside, wiggling himself deeper between the two.

“The stylists are gonna kill you,” Hoseok mumbled.

“Me?”

“You and Taehyung, if you tell them who did that to your neck. Looks like you got into a fight with a vacuum and lost.”

Jin snorted. “You know I’m telling them. Remember last time I covered for you two? I got an earful for nearly an hour. It’s your turn.”

“Aw, come on - Like you haven’t gotten me in trouble before,” Taehyung whined.

“Mm… Maybe. But you deserve it this time. Now shh.”

“So mean.”

“It’s been said.”

“I love you anyway.”

“I know you do.”

Hoseok snorted. “Gross.”

“We love you too, Hobi,” Jin cooed.

“Shh, I’m sleeping,” Hoseok growled.

“Aw.”

Hoseok sighed, smiling against Jin’s shoulder. “I love you too.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Jin said, grinning broadly. He closed his eyes, sighing contentedly and gripping his boyfriends just a little closer.

[moonstruckbucky]

Let It Snow

Request:  Going ice skating with Billy (he never ice skated bc he's from Cali) and then getting warm in bed together 😏

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: This is equal parts filth and equal parts smut. Because I couldn’t choose so why not both? Penetration (wrap it before you tap it), oral (m receiving), fingering.

Rating: 18+ (seriously guys, don’t get me deleted. Keep your underage eyes away)

Notes: Gonna thank my girl @hopperhargrove for requesting this amazing prompt because, damn I’m dying. 

Billy hated the winter, hated just about anything that had to do with cold weather. He was from California for fuck’s sake, where everything was warmth and sunshine. Fall in Hawkins was cold enough, and then November hit, and he thought that was cold.

Then the fucking snow came.

Billy was never one for hats and gloves and all that cold-weather jazz, but goddammit if he didn’t at least shove a pair of gloves on his hands when he went out to warm up his Camaro. The poor engine took longer than normal to start, unused to the bitter cold of Hawkins, and for a second, he worried his girl wouldn’t start.

But the roaring engine turned over and he grudgingly drove to your house to take you to school. You were standing on the sidewalk, looking adorable all bundled up in a scarf, hat, and mittens, and Billy thought maybe winter wasn’t so bad. Your nose was bright red from the cold, and you smiled brightly at him as you shuffled into the warm car.

“What’s with the long face?” you asked, pulling your mittens off to press your hands to the heaters. You sighed in relief as the blood rushed back into your fingers.

“It’s fucking cold,” Billy grumbled, banging a quick u-turn to head towards school.

“It’s December,” you giggled.

“It still sucks.”

“Grinch,” you teased. His eyes glanced over at you briefly, a smirk tilting up one corner of his mouth.

“Damn straight, Rudolph.”

Gasping in mock offense, you covered your cold nose, spurring Billy to chuckle and reach over for your hand. You hummed at the warmth radiating from his skin, sinking further into the seat.

“So I was thinking,” you started, your fingers idly playing with the rings on Billy’s.

“Uh oh,” he interjected with a grin. You flicked the back of his hand with a pout. “Kidding.”

“Anyways, I was thinking we’d do something fun this weekend.”

“Don’t we always do something fun?” he questioned with a lecherous grin. Blushing, you tapped his hand on the top of your thigh.

“Not that kind of fun, you pervert. I thought we could go ice skating.” Billy grimaced and his mouth opened, no doubt to say no. “Come on, B. It’s supposed to snow at the end of the week, and the lake’s frozen over. It looks so pretty after the snow’s fallen! Please, B.”

There was only one situation in which you’d willingly beg, and Billy seemed to take this into consideration as he single-handedly spun the wheel into a parking spot at the school. He threw it in park and sat back in his seat, twisting his hand in your grip to lace your fingers together.

Your expression was hopeful, eyes wide like a kid waiting to be told she could open a Christmas present early, bottom lip caged between your teeth in bubbly anticipation. Even though ice skating was definitely not his thing, how could he possibly say no to that face?

“Fine, we can go,” he relented. He couldn’t stop the small smile from curving up his mouth as you celebrated with a squeal in the passenger seat. He turned into your touch when you leaned across the console to kiss his cheek, his skin warm under your lips.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” you whispered lowly, teasing him just a little by swiping your tongue along the shell of his ear. Grinning when he shuddered, his exhale a rattle in his throat, you sat back and popped open your door. As Billy watched you for a moment, taking in the way your hips swayed as you walked, he wondered just what the hell he got himself into.

“Christ, I can’t do this,” Billy muttered, fingers gripping tightly to a low-hanging branch. How the hell did he let you convince him to go ice skating? He cursed as his skate moved along the ice, nearly dumping him on his ass, but he held his balance.

“Come on, B!” you cheered from a few feet away, gliding elegantly along the ice. The two of you weren’t the only ones with the idea to go skating today.

Despite the sun shining, the lake was completely frozen over like you predicted, a few families deciding to not waste the good weather indoors. They skated around the far end of the lake, away from you and Billy, who was still struggling to stand, much less skate.

With a giggle you skated over to him and held out your hands. “Come on, take my hands. I’ll hold you up.”

Billy held tighter to the branch. “I don’t want to fall on you.”

“You won’t, I promise. That’s it, let go of the branch. Good.” Billy’s hands were warm where they gripped tightly to yours. He was bent at the waist, arms stretched comically out in front of him, as he fought to maintain his balance.

Slowly, you skated backwards, tugging him along behind you. “You gotta stand up straight, babe. You’ve got no balance.”

He looked at you as if you’d just sprouted another head. “Are you crazy? I’ll fall!”

“You won’t fall, you big baby. Now come on, straighten up.”

Billy ended up falling a total of three times, and after the third time he decided he’d had enough. He tossed your skates into his trunk after you’d changed back into your shoes and cranked the heat, pressing his frozen fingers to the vents.

“Such a baby,” you giggled, huddling into your jacket and scarf. “But you did well for a first timer.”

Billy pulled the car into the driveway, relieved when you noted that your parents were away. He had you all to himself, and his frigid bones needed warming up. He pressed himself against you as you fumbled to unlock the door, the kisses he laid on the back of your neck wet, warm, and full of intent.

“Billy,” you giggled, “let me open this.”

“But I’m cold, baby,” he whined with an exaggerated roll of his hips into your backside. It made you bite your lip against a whimper, fingers hurrying to twist the key in the lock.

You barely made it inside and down the hall to your bedroom before Billy was kissing you, all heat and need. He pressed your body into your bedroom door, cold hands diving under your sweater in search of warmth.

You squeaked. “Jesus, B, you’re freezing.”

“I know. Better warm me up, princess.”

With a wicked grin you got to work unbuttoning his shirt, hands dancing over his shoulders as they were bared to you, and you leaned forward to pepper wet kisses down his jaw and to his neck. Your teeth found the dip in his collarbone, and they teased gently at the skin, drawing blood to the surface.

His throat rumbled in a growl as his hands yanked your sweater over your head, leaving you in a pretty lace bra he wanted to take off with his teeth. Another time, as his mind was pulled elsewhere when your hands made quick work of his jeans.

You knelt as you tugged them down his thighs, followed soon by his boxers. He stepped out of both and kicked them away, leaving him naked in all his golden, surfer-boy glory. His cock was at attention, curved up against his stomach, the head red, swollen, and leaking. It made your mouth water, and you ghosted your hands up his thighs, through the short, coarse hairs that covered them. Bracing one hand on his hip, the other teased at his balls, pulling a ragged hiss from between his teeth. Smirking, you let the one hand play as you leaned forward and licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft, along the thick vein that pulsed with need.

He was hot and heavy on your tongue as your mouth enveloped him, lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth. He honest-to-goodness whined as you took him further, your tongue pillowing him and stroking along that vein, until he hit the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, and his hands dive into your hair, fingers twisting and tugging at the strands as you suck greedily on his cock.

It would never not be a turn-on to have Billy Hargrove turn to putty in your hands. Right now was no different, as his hips began to thrust into your mouth and your eyes watered each time the tip of him touched the back of your throat. The noises he was making were slowly tearing apart your self-control, shredding any chance of this being slow and gentle. Each grunt, each whine of your name had your thighs clenching together and your own moans vibrating against the shaft of his dick.

He moaned, “N-Not like this. Need to be inside you.”

Releasing him with a wet pop, you barely had a minute to relax your jaw before he hauled you up against his body, lightly shining in sweat, and kissed you deeply. Like a flower to the sun, you opened up to him, his tongue sliding in and licking into your mouth. He groaned at the heady taste of himself on your tongue and his hands shucked your jeans. Hands under your thighs, he lifted you easily, allowing you to wrap your legs around his trim waist as he laid you back on your bed. 

You sighed at the softness of the pillow under your head, at the change in Billy’s kiss from hard and needy to slow and sensual. His hands roved your body, unclasping your bra to throw it elsewhere, thumbs teasing your nipples into hard peaks. You shifted your hips, gasping against his mouth when his hardness brushed against your clothed and dripping center.

He groaned into your mouth, pulling away just enough that his lips ghosted yours as he spoke. “God, you’re so wet for me, baby.”

To prove his point further, he dropped a hand down between you, dipping into your panties to cup your sex. His middle finger drifted along your slit, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you. You whined as he teased at your opening, dipping a finger in but never giving you what you needed.

“Billy,” you gasped, arching up as his head ducked to lave at a nipple, teeth lightly scraping. Your cunt clenched, you felt yourself gushing against Billy’s hand as his ministrations brought you closer and closer to your end.

He hummed. “Wonder if I can get you off just like this.”

You dropped your head back, moaning long and low as Billy finally sunk a finger into you, timing the upward curl of his fingers with the lapping of his tongue against your nipple. He swapped to the other one, giving it just as much attention as the others, and drove a second finger inside you. It was damn near maddening, keeping you on the edge of your pleasure. Your hips canted off the bed, needy moans tearing from your throat, as you chased your release.

Billy’s thumb at your clit was your undoing, and it sent you spiraling into a maelstrom of white-hot pleasure, curling your toes and making your vision go white. Your cunt clenched down on Billy’s fingers as they continued to stroke you, easing you through your orgasm. As your trembling began to subside, your chest heaving, Billy pulled his fingers from you, shining in your pleasure. Your mouth went dry as he brought them to his lips, tongue tangling around them to wipe them clean.

His blue eyes were blown black, as he stripped your panties away, dropping them off the side of the bed. Reaching over, he pulled a condom from your drawer and made quick work of rolling it on. Your legs opened wide as he settled between them, the head of his cock dipping between your folds. Your hands found his shoulders as he kissed you deep, and with one smooth roll of his hips he sank into you, groaning at the soft, velvet heat that enveloped him.

His rhythm was deep but slow, his thighs spread wide, knees bracing against the mattress as he pumped his hips. He slid a hand under your ass, angling your hips just right that had you tossing your head back with a gasp. Nails digging red crescent moons into his flesh, you lifted your hips to meet him, leaning up to kiss him deeply. He let his free hand tangle with yours, pinning it to the pillow beside your head as he snapped his hips, head dropping into the crook of your neck as ecstacy vowed to claim you both.

“Billy,” it trailed off on a moan, “’m close, baby.”

He grunted his reply, a deep, “Me too,” and then his pace picked up. The obscene sounds of his thighs meeting your ass, the wet sound of his body meeting yours, filled the silence in the bedroom. Billy pulled his hand out from under you, reaching between you to twirl circles around your clit. Body spasming, your orgasm took you over, curving your back and causing your nails to draw blood in his back. Electricity shot through your veins, sparking every nerve ending. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, and Billy laid kisses across your throat, collarbone, and chest, until he let go with a feral growl into your skin.

He spilled into the condom, hips stuttering as his eyes squeezed shut. Leaning back, he laid his forehead against yours and rolled, keeping your bodies together. He hitched one of your legs over his hip and drew circles on your thigh as the two of you fought for breath.

“Might have to make you go ice skating more often,” you said breathlessly, tucking your head under his chin. His chest heaved beneath your hand as you laid it there, fingertips toying with the medallion around his neck.

He chuckled quietly but didn’t answer verbally. Instead, he pressed a lingering kiss to your sweaty forehead, arm winding around your shoulders to pull you closer. As he felt you drift off to sleep, sufficiently exhausted, Billy laid awake with his eyes closed, relishing in the warmth you provided not only his body but his heart as well.

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[familyiswhoyouchoose]

High Hopes (FIWYC)

Jesse looked down at the replacement for his prosthesis and sighed. Saying that the mission was a complete success would depend on who you asked. Though they retrieved the intel about a dealer pedaling stolen fusion cores, it led to a shootout and quite a few casualties. One in particular that left Jesse feeling a little less handy and a little more grouchy. Not only did his arm get mangled to all hell but it would take about a week for a replacement with the repairs for the damage done to Reinhardt’s suit added to the list. Brigitte and Torbjorn reassured him it wouldn’t take long but Jesse had a sneaking suspicion it was only because he looked less homely cowboy and more murderous gunslinger. Rolling his eyes heavenward, he made a mental note to apologize to Angela before trudging off in the direction of his quarters.

Head bowed and spurs quieted, his thoughts blanketed by everything on the mission that went wrong . Sure, they got what was necessary but all the mistakes. All of the moments where a split second decision could’ve made the difference between life or death. Everyone got back okay, giving him smiles or pats on the back or shoulder, reassuring words and fleeting glances — but there was this voice in his head that said: “What if they didn’t”?  He told himself that the tiny voice was what kept him alive all these years. A survival instinct developed form his Blackwatch days. 

Necessary.

Imperative.

And entirely negative.

“I need a drink,” he grumbled, punching in the pin code and stepping inside.

Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he took off his hat and laid it gently against the wall, dragging it across until he found the hook and placed it on brushing his fingers against the brim. Unbidden, his thoughts turned to Gabriel and Jesse could hear his laughter and remember the way Gabriel shoved the hat over Jesse’s eyes. The irrate teen he’d been tilting it back with a glare and a sharp tongue ready to volly insults at Gabriel until he saw the wide grin.

No malice. No anger. No resentment. No belittling. Just pure joy.

It caught him off guard then.

And he ached for it now.

Hand flying to his bicep, Jesse chuckled mirthlessly and stepped backward, swaying with the guilt and sorrow that threatened to wash over him and drown him if he allowed it.

“No time for that now,” he said aloud, tutting as he staggered to his bed, dropping down with a heavy grunt and a few ragged breaths. “No time for that.”

Feeling around on his bedside table, his fingers passing over his reading glasses, upside down shot glass, then the cool exterior of a bottle. Grabbing hold of its neck, he slowly sat up and set it between his thighs, unscrewing the top and putting it aside. A part of him told him this was pathetic. Why in hell was he drinking away his sorrows in a dark room at the ass crack of dawn when he could be somewhere else? In the arms of somebody who cared, with a listening ear, and a comforting smile. He traced the mouth of the bottle and lifted it to his lips, imagining the light amber-brown liquid trapped inside, but it did little in comparison to warm brown eyes.

Dark hair fanned against white pillows, open arms beckoning him closer without explanation, holding him tight as if he were something precious. Jesse lowered the bottle and gritted his teeth. It shouldn’t be like this. Jesse McCree didn’t need to be held when he had a bad day. It was life, suck it up and move on. But the traitorous voice in mind told him that he wanted to be held. It would have been so easy too. Get up, leave his room, make his way to Hanzo’s place, show up, make a joke or crack a smile, it didn’t matter either way — Hanzo could always see through him.

From one bullshitter to the other, Jesse presumed, giggling brokenly. His voice strangely loud in the silence and it made his heart ache at howalone he felt. Sure, he’d spent years on the run and could handle a bit of loneliness but going so long with human contact. People who actually gave a damn. It was hard to just snap back to old ways with nothing to spur it on. He held the bottle tight in his hand, enough that he could feel the dull pain from the glass pressing into his skin.

You’re being silly, Jesse McCree. A god damn fool.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to will the thoughts away but they only returned stronger every time. He was stuck. Stuck on the feeling of being a part of something that was much bigger than himself.

He was part of a family whether he liked it or not — and yes , he liked it and he hated it.

Why couldn’t he just wallow for a little bit? A man deserved his privacy!

But you are not just a man anymore.

Jesse stiffened up as the thunderous booming voice overtook his thoughts and chased everything else from his mind. Eyes blown wide, he looked around the dark expanse of his room, catching the faintest of light emanating from the wall above his bed. The light grew brighter and brighter as two dragons materialized from the wall, their translucent forms winding and twisting around one another as they floated lazily through the air. Much smaller than he’d seen them on the field but big enough that he knew what they were, and as they exited the wall and floated in the space above his head, their pupilless eyes turned towards him.

Despite their translucent forms, their eyes were reflective and he could see himself staring back with a slacked jaw and wide eyes. Snapping his jaw shut and setting the bottle aside, he swallowed hard and quirked a hesitant grin.

“Not every day I get to see you two,” he said cautiously, head cocked. “What’s the occasion?”

We are happy to see you have returned, Jesse McCree.

Breath hitching in his throat, Jesse tried to tell himself that his heart skipping a beat was from the voices booming in his head and not the admission. It wasn’t every day that otherworldly beings of destruction and unknown means of disaster capable of swallowing your enemies admitted that they missed you. His smile did widen and he shuffled backward, pressing his back to the wall as they floated closer, the light emitted from their bodies illuminating his remaining arm and most of his torso. While one of the dragons coiled around his arm, the other floated by the replacement and tilted its head to the side.

Jesse waited for the question to come but it never did. The other dragon coiled around his upper arm and laid its head against his shoulder. Sitting in the stillness and quiet, Jesse’s heart thumping wildly, he wondered what this could be. Did Hanzo send them? No, no. That couldn’t be it 

You are correct, Jesse McCree.

Jesse’s head snapped up and he looked into the dragon’s eyes. “Pardon?”

In a sense, you are correct. We were beckoned here at the behest of our master though by our own will.

The thunderous voice toned down slightly almost sounded bored .  Like a teacher who’d stated the same answer several times but their student was no closer to figuring it out. Jesse swallowed, trying not to get his hopes high but his heart fluttered despite his protests.

One of the dragons, the one with the shorter cracked horn wound around his arm, undid itself and floated up until it was eye to eye with him.

Our master cares for you. That is undeniable. But he does not control our will. We came on our own but at his behest.

“So you’re sayin’ Han was worried about me but you guys came to make sure I was doin’ alright,” McCree said slowly, looking between the spirits.

Yes.

“I gotcha, but I’m—”

Do not lie, Jesse McCree.

The volume raised again and Jesse was effectively silenced. A smile that threatened to fall into place quickly wiped away and he looked down, feeling more like a chastised child. While the grouchier side of him wanted to tell them both to shove off he wasn’t a fool. On one hand, they could kill him if they wanted to. And on the other, they were part of Hanzo. 

“...” He bit the inside of his cheek, shutting his eyes.

Your spirit is troubled. We can see it. To lie is futile. 

Of course, of course. How could he lie to a spirit that could speak in his head?

Jesse almost wanted to laugh if it weren’t for the piercing look the short-horned dragon pinned him with, reflective eyes boring into his own 

Pride is an emotion that we know well, and it will lead to ruin if left unchecked. Is that not what you told our master, Jesse McCree?

“...You…”

He remembered that time. On the roof, the stars dotting the sky, night wind’s chill making him wonder how this man could sit there with half his chest out and not even shudder. His eyes on the horizon while one hand held a gourd and the other rested on his knee. Without the children laughing and smiling at his side, his face was devoid of emotion and he was sitting on the edge. Jesse stalled the thoughts there.

“...You were listening even then. Why didn’t you..”

Why didn’t you help him?

We do not often meddle in the affairs of our master unless it is absolutely necessary.

“So this is necessary and that wasn’t?” Jesse snapped, and he knew he shouldn’t have when the short-horned dragon’s eyes narrowed at him.

Do not ask what is obvious, Jesse McCree. Our master was not in danger then and you know what we mean by that.

Once the words set in, Jesse’s lips pressed together in a thin line and he nodded. “Right, right, sorry…” he mumbled, trying to make sense of the strange mix of embarrassment and joy.   

We have expectations of you and you have yet to fall short of them. We do not believe you will. You are a capable man, Jesse McCree, far more than what you may believe.  

Startling, Jesse whispered softly, “Expectations…” 

In the absence of their mother, you have become a parental figure to our master’s young. You have helped to heal their wounds and bring them to a place of peace whether it was your intention or not. We may be presumptuous, but we believe that you will continue to do so. 

“I just did what anyone would’ve,” Jesse scoffed, but he knew that wasn’t true. Almost everyone on base was curious about those kids, even Genji. Sure, they were nice to them. Who could be mean to a kid that they’d never met before — but those kids were like an extension of Hanzo himself and though no one wanted to admit it. 

Nobody wanted to associate with Genji’s would-be murderer more than they already needed to. 

Tell us, Jesse McCree. What is it that causes you to doubt yourself? What is it that makes you wish for solitude when you yearn for comfort? 

Jesse closed his eyes and he could feel the tightness in his chest and for a second it was hard to breathe. There were many things he could tell them but he wondered what they already knew. Did they know about Gabriel? About Overwatch’s fallout? About the pain and anger he endured? How far did they look in his head? Did he even want them to look in his head?

The lack of breathing was dizzying and Jesse breathed in deeply through his nose then exhaled hard, feeling tired and worn and overwhelminglypresent .

“Why do I got the sneaking suspicion that you know why?” Jesse said miserably, sinking against the wall.

Humor us.

“It’s a long explanation, darlin’ and I…” He squeezed his eyes shut when his voice wavered, forcing the next few words out. “I can’t handle it tonight.”

Then we propose an accord.

His eyes cracked open. “Of what?”

We will waive the answers we seek if you seek what you truly desire.

His eyes flew open and he gaped, words caught in his throat. “Wh—”

You need not to tell us now, Jesse McCree. But we will not allow you to sink into despair. Your feelings, your being, are of great importance to more than yourself. 

“....Do ya..” Jesse swallowed thickly, glancing around his room, the darkness seeming less and less comforting  “Do ya mind walkin’ me there?”

For a moment, he wondered if they’d deny him that but the other dragon uncoiled from his arm and the other followed suit. Their bodies’ light growing brighter as they made a path from his bed to the doorway. 

Not at all.

Jesse stumbled to his feet, following after them. He didn’t need to be guided to Hanzo’s place. Hell, he spent most of his time there anyway. He knew the way like the back of his hand. But everytime his steps slowed or he chanced a glance over his shoulder, one of the dragons would brush against his side and another would butt against his his lower back spurring him to take another step forward. In what seemed like forever, he stood outside Hanzo’s door and the dragons gave him a cursory glance before phasing through it, leaving him alone in the hall with only one order. 

Knock. 

Jesse lifted his fist, hand hovering inches away from the door but he couldn’t take the next step. It was late. He should have just returned to his room and been done with it but he was tired of being alone. Knocking lightly, he stiffened up when the door slid open revealing Hanzo in all his glory. Hair down, a short-sleeved standard Overwatch t-shirt that barely seemed to fit his frame, and sweatpants. His arms folded across his chest, one eyebrow raised as he stared up at Jesse. 

All smooth thoughts and witty introductions left Jesse’s mind but his mouth continued on as if they were there.

“...H—” he started, pausing in mid-word, faltering before trying to start again. “I…”

No that was no good either. And even when Jesse lifted his hand to tip his hat, he failed to notice that he forgot it in his room. He felt like a wreck.

Perhaps Hanzo sensed it too.

“Genji told me that you’ve been to Japan, learned and studied our native tongue and customs. So... “

Unfolding his arms, Hanzo held them out with enough space that Jesse could’ve easily fit inbetween. Jesse’s chest tightened and his breath hitched.

 “Okaeri.”

Jesse knew that his expression must’ve been something bad as Hanzo faltered for a second, eyes wide and expression a touch concerned. Taking a deep ragged breath, Jesse lunged forward and buried his face in Hanzo’s neck,  wrapping his arm around the other man’s waist and squeezing tight. 

“...Tadaima,” he choked out, trying to stifle a shuddering sigh.

“It is alright, Jesse. You are home now.”

[cherry-slushie-cosplay-blog]

Freshman Year Quotes

Ok so I did a list of all the stupid shit I heard in my Freshman year of high school. Enjoy.

(T) - Teacher (AP) - Freshman Assistant Principal

FRESHMAN YEAR ----

"Any weeb brethren, see me after class I want to be friends." *class is totally silent* "*loudly* I have a seven inch penis." "I'm a farmer bitch I will throw my crops at you." "You can teach tiny cil- chilr- chilud- chiluden, wait what?" "I'm telling Jesus!" "Jesus already knows." "(T) Use your 5 sols! Haha, get it? Like soul?" "Bold of you to assume I have any at all." "HE CALLED ME THE N-WORD, HE CALLED- oh shit you're a girl my bad I'm just messing around trying to get someone in trouble. Have a nice weekend!" "Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht...FUCK!" "How do you make an equilateral square?" "I think my back has scoliosis." "I've got a bag of chicken." "Why do you have a bag of chicken?" "Because. Why do you have a bottle with mangos on it?" "This- this is mango-flavored tea!" "AND THIS IS CHICKEN-FLAVORED BAG" "...and some condoms have spermicide which kills off the sperm. Don't ask me how I know all that, Mrs. ********." "Are you from Russian?" "Sit your ADHD-filled ass down." "If we were in hell, do you really think I would be here?" "(T) Yes." (T) "Is stupid written on your forehead?" "I don't know, is it written on yours?" "His forehead's big enough for it." "That looks like an orgy pile over there." "Why do you guys always sit behind me?" "If we want to kill you, you won't see it coming." "Is this what Julius Caesar felt like?" "You're so tiny! You look like a doll!" "And you look like a cock-riding motherfucker." " Technically, time is a construct." "Technically, none of this matters and we're all gonna die soon." "Will you two shut up please?" (T) "My 2019 has been completed, I made a student cry." (This was January 10th btw) (T) "As long as you do your best and turn that in, you'll be fine." "What if my best sucks and I get a bad grade?" "Ok that was good I'm gonna give you that." "I'm gonna put on black lipstick and go to sleep." *Aggressively singing Dream Daddy For Me* "What's that?" "A grapefruit." "Bitch that ain't a grape." "No, grapeFRUIT." "It looks like you put Kool Aid in an orange." "Dude it's called a grapefruit." "No, fuck you and your Kool Aid orange." "I ate a mouse dongle." "Why the fuck would you do that?" "I don't know, I just did." "Racism is my bitch. I bend racism over and take it from behind." "A function is an input and a function...oh wait hold on I messed up- stop laughing at me I got this." "James Charles did one of Bob Ross's tutorials on his forehead." "So he has a big forehead-" "Shut the hell up ***** no one cares." "The answer was D! D as in 'Dinosaur chicken nuggets'!" (T) "What are the first ten amendments?" "I know the ten COMMANDments." "No one cares, we're not in Christian school." "YES WE ARE HAIL MARY" (T) "Do your work or the Lord may strike you." *this was at the religious girl from the previous quote* "What time is it?" "It's fuckin uhhhhh noon o 5." "Noon o 5?" "I forgot the word twelve." "I SEE HEADLIGHTS" "Hm?" "Headlights is nipples." "If this is a test I'm gonna throw myself out the window. I was about to go to the hospital this weekend and I'm still gonna make it happen." "I won't T-Pose for dominance but I will screech and make your eardrums bleed." "Does anyone remember Llamas With Hats?" 4 people: "caAAARRLLLLL" "Pagans terrify me." "Why?" "Every pagan I know of is a furry." "sKeDaDdLe SkAdOoDlE yOuR dIcK iS nOw A nOoDlE" "NO NOT IN MATH CLASS" "Doodlebops." "shUT THE FUCK UP" "I watched that yesterday, I have it on DVD." "WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE DOODLEBOPS ON DVD" (T) *random Chewbacca noise* "My brain is smaller than my dick." "If you feel stupid, you should." "What about King Solomon?" (T) "What has Solomon ever done for America?" "What have YOU ever done for America?" "Nothing should be in your mouth unless it's a banana." "What type of banana?" "A yellow one, duh." *laughter* "Or a green one, whichever you like more." (T) "For the people who I'm signing these for: are you going to the farm-" "YES WE FINNA BE COWBOYS" (T) "What y'all playing over there?" "Chess." (T) "I hope you lose." (T) "If you're stupid, it's your fault." (T) "Let's go guys!" "hoLD ON I'M SAVING MY POKEMON GAME" "There's people taking pictures down there - should I pour Monster on them?" "When you gave me my pencil I was like 'I like Zoe, she's nice' in my brain and then my brain somehow connected that to 'You tryna smash?' and another part of my brain said 'No, stop, she'd cut your dick off'." "That's the strangest intrusive thought I've ever heard from a friend." "How many of y'all think I'm gay?" *about 6 people raise their hands* "Ok then." "May I please go to the bathroom?" (T) "You just have to get out of here at any chance you get, don't you?" "I'm serious, I'm really hungry, does anyone have any food?" "I have lotion." "Fuck you." (T) "OH MY GOD SHE HAS TAP SHOES CAN YOU DANCE???" "...no" (T) "YOU STILL LOOK GOOD" *watching Sorcerer's Stone* "Who's at the window?" *ta-da it's Malfoy* "Oh it's a blonde-headed lesbian." "Shit fuck goddammit bitch pussy fucking Jesus Christ." "I have ibuprofen, you know." "Nah, I'm good." "I'm a lil loli short and flat~ My head is for pat- wait fuck what was it" "Hello~ my fuCKING HIP OW" "Are you ok?" "I popped my hip...Hello, my name is Elder Price~" (T) "Here, it's legal to marry your 2nd cousin twice removed." "I'm doing it." (T) "******** no-" "Fuck (insert name of school district), man. On my mom." "I wanna fucking die I hate this class." "No. I look like Jesus, I'm telling you no. Therefore, Jesus says no and you're not allowed to die." (T) "How else could we have solved this?" "With a calculator." "Did Diego steal his money from Dora?" (T) "I don't know, moving on." "All y'all talking about how your souls are dark black, mine is baby blue. It's brighter than your hair." "uwu my stomach hurts" "I'm serious I'm not on my phone." (T) "Oh really?" "I swear to GOD she wasn't!" (T) "Oooooohhh" "Holy shit Zoe you're gonna send **** to hell." "You were staring at me for like 20 seconds before calling on me!" (T) "No, my glass eye was staring at you. My real eye was over there seeing that stuff, and over here I didn't see sHIT." "I heard there's G-Spots in your ass, why don't you shove it up there and have some fun." "How about no?" "Suit yourself." "I don't like raw fish — it makes me sad." "100 senators!! Come ON, Sen - a - tors!" "Shut up go stick your head in a dick." "I want that Mormon Milk." "I'm begging you to stop talking." "I'm salivating for that salvation." "Shut the fuck up."

BONUS: SCHOOL'S POWER OUT

"My god that sun is brighter than Kirishima's smile." "Zoe is turning into Trina." "I'm breaking down~" "Come over here anyone who wants to take 'Golden-Hour Mental Breakdown' selfies and/or get Pocky." "Anyone who refuses to let their anxious child come home will be personally smacked by me with Zoe's copy of 'Half-Blood Prince'."

NORMAL SCHOOL

"Stab me in the ovary or whatever you said." "CORRODED ARTERY YOU ARE MALE" "Same difference." "Perfect boy lookin-ass- no homo." "What the fuck" "People think that Sherlock Holmes isn't real because he was written in a book. God was too but you don't see people denying HE exists, do you?" "Ok do a burpee." *burps loudly* "No a- you're a fucking idiot." "Heyyyyy Zoe, can we- holy shit is that Pornhub?" "How do you make a baby crawl in a circle?" "I don't fucking know." "Ok...do you know how to make one stop?" "When did you get here!?" "Couple minutes ago." "???" "I'm quiet and people generally don't notice I'm here." "...do you need a hug?" (T) "What'd you do this weekend?" "Some sewing." (T) "What'd you sew?" "Robes…" (T) "For what?" "*increasingly embarrassed* A costume." "From what?" "*very red by now* Harry Potter…" "Which character?" "*wanting to crawl into a hole* Draco Malfoy…" "*polite clapping from entire class*" (T) "He's on the road to alcoholism." "I'm doing a 21-Day challenge of not talking, if I do - punch me." (T) "Oooohhh this is gonna be fun." *knock at door* (T) "*presses face against door window* What's the password?" "bitCH GIVE ME BACK MY CAPRI-SUN" "It's not Capri-S-" "IT'S BOOTLEG CAPRI-SUN GIVE IT BACK" "Holy shit you turned the Jesus-freak gay." "What happens if you don't deletus the fetus?" "Then the abortion isn't completus." (T) Can you see where I'm going?" "To hell." "Oh look, a wasp." "KILL THAT SHIT" "Oh man I can't hear my eardrums." "How the fuck would you hear your eardrums?" "That's the POINT." "I like a p p l e s ~I like 'em big and juicy-" (T) "NO." "Everyone raise your hand if you want Mr. **** out of the room." *80% raises their hands* (T) "Even you?" "What do you mean 'even me'!?!?" "******? ******!!" "What?" "If I ask you a question will you be a douche?" "Probably." "Understandable." "What the hell am I reading?" "Words." "Mr. **** do you like donkey ducks?" (T) "I'm not even going to answer you." "I'm scared of homophobes." "Homophobophobia." "If gay is a slur does that mean that African American is a slur?" "Who has my mcfreaking phone? WHOMST HAS MY PHONE" (T) "Ooh free charger! *wraps cord around neck like a scarf*" "Whee whee mone me jam apple laff-yeti" "If someone is being homophobic, give them dyslexia." "Troom Troom life hack: if someone is harassing you — eat them." "Troom Troom banana hack: if someone is harassing you — shove a banana up their ass." (T) "Take that hat off." "I'm a gangsta." "I'm never gonna use this shit. Do you think I'm gonna go to McDonald's and say something like, I don't know, 'Oh riddle me dubious'? NO." "I'm gonna meticulate you until you get dyslexia." "What the fuck does that even mean?" "I'm gonna meticulate your rectum." "Please stop." (T) "See that girl? She likes bad boys." (T) "Ask her, she has tape." "What the hell has made you think I have tape?!?" "I don't care if you have 106% in this class, you can kiss my fat ass!" "No, PICasso." "I like Costco-" "No." "Holy shit *points at red train in movie watched in class* it's the Hogwarts Express." "Stop it." "Choo choo bitch we goin' to magic school." (T) "Guys Mr. ***** is in here, quick make it look like you're doing math." "3 + 7 = 9!!!" "Are you serious?" "MOVE IT, MUNCHKINS!" *shoves us apart and runs off* "Excuse-moi, I'm gonna beat her ass." "Oh my god someone's weave is on the floor." "Only at (insert school name here)." "THERE'S MORE THEY THREW IT OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW" "*handing out books* Take this dick, *throws book on student's desk next to me* and here you go. *places book gently on my desk*" "waIT TAKE THAT BACK I WANT A 'HERE YOU GO' WTF" (T) "-and so the corn salsa would be 20...thaaaat's not one of the answers oh no." "You fucking whore, happy birthday." (T) "How do you know you are college and career ready?" "Because Jesus loves me." "Last time I shit my pants was in middle school." "rePEAT THAT?" "I'm gonna show up tomorrow with AIDS." "Did you just say you'd show up with AIDS?" "Yeah." "Why??" "Cause HE put his spit on me." "I'm borrowing your chair. To sleep." "I'm straight as a line." "Oh? *makes loop-de-loops in the air* You mean THIS line?" (T) "I will decimate you. I will wipe your name from the earth." "Is the government making us take this test?" (T) "No, the district is making us take it." "Well the district can suck my ass." *calling every white person in a certain scene of Ernest Green a toothpick* "Is it just me or does ******** seem like he'd end up having a job at Chuck and Dale's?" "GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE I WANNA WATCH MERLIN" (T) "You boys don't know how to chop down a tree, do you? You wouldn't be able to do that." "Yes I would, I do it in Minecraft all the time!" (T) "Ok, remember to put your name on your paper." "No. I have no name. She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Voldemordita." "Stop it." "Shut up, both y'all gay, always smackin' each other's asses in class." (T) "Easy, Luigi, we're not watching a movie." (This was a sub for Civics class and he had just walked in 2 minutes prior. The student's name was not Luigi) "Hold on I'm gonna be Oprah: YOU GET A CALCULATOR, YOU GET A CALCULATOR!" "Y'know ***** still needs one." "F R I C K" *girl walks into a desk* "There's a desk there ****." "I KNOW fuck OFF" "I feel like we need to warn her about everything when she walks." "Watch out for life, ****." "Can we do it on paper?" (T) "No, this is not Burger King." *leaving the room* "Remember, cocaine is not your friend. I'll kick your ass." (T) "Wow! It's Good Friday, and you're talking about your baptism and stuff like that, and you said 'oh my fricking god'? For shame." (T) "I'm on a lot of drugs and alcohol right now and I can't feel anything." "Oh my GOD USE A YARDSTICK" "No." "MR. ******** I'M GONNA HURT HER" "Gonna stab her with the yardstick?" "I need bail money." "I need money PERIOD." "DRAW. A STRAIGHT.  L I N E." "NO, FUCK YOU" "You know you're gay when it takes you 3 tries to draw a straight line." "DON'T TAKE MY JOKE" "You definitely know you're gay if it still isn't straight after 3 tries." (T) "What would you do if someone came into your neighborhood?" "Who's neighborhood? Mr. Rodger's?" "I have 15 pets." "I have 13 siblings, does that count?" "No but it does mean that your parents need to learn how to use a fucking condom." "Hi my name is J. Michael Tater Tot welcome to the Dairy Dome." "Dyslexia? I thought you said...cannibalistic tendencies." "What?" "I couldn't think of anything that rhymed." "You need to flex seal your anus closed." "If you don't fucking shut up I will shave off your eyebrows using my toenail as a razor you cunt." "Sippy Cup looks depressed." "Sippy Cup, you going through some shit?" "Hit or Miss, I guess they never miss, huh? You got a boyfriend-" "Yep." "I bet he doesn't kiss ya!" "Haha nope." "Ew I look like Casper." (T) "...and we're going to write a paragraph." "Oh you're FUNNY." "I think I'm switch. Like, I'm good with being sub, but I'd like to dominate my bitch too. Like F.B.I get on the ground open your legs." "Ms. ******* that's really bright-" (T) "YOU'RE bright." Video: *talking about how important this song is to them* (T) "I don't care stop talking." "I peed on the desk again." "Key word: AGAIN???" "You should send ****** and I to get them." "That is a HORRIBLE idea." "What do you mean it's a horrible idea? You don't know me!" "What do you mean 'I don't know you?' We have gone to school together for almost 4 years." (T) "Look, I know you're obsessed with me, GET TO WORK." "He's harassing me." "You harassed me first. It's not harassment if you do it in self-defense." "You can have the benefit of my middle finger." "It's the progression of the climb of the rocket." (T) "Oh my GOOODDDD JUST SAY IT LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING" "Fine. The speed." (T) "ExACTLY." "Oh look a firetruck's outside." "Whee whoo whee whoo- oh my god you're serious. Oh god it's (crappy fire department) jesus christ." "I think we need to potty train our classmates again." "AGAIN???" "Well, yeah. They're supposed to be." "'Supposed to' and 'are' are two different things." "Mr. **** can I put mascara on you?" (T) "No." "Whyyyyy?" (T) "Do I look like a Barbie doll?" (T) "Mascara girl is the one who's talking." "You act like I don't have a name!!!" "Do you?" "What the hell are you doing?" "It makes your eyelashes look nicer." "Yeah; easy, breezy, beautiful: Covergirl. Get with the program." "James Charles is QUAKING." "Sister shook." "Give me my paper." "Bitch I'm gluing my fingers together, I didn't fucking take it." "Do you have a charger?" "No, but I have a notebook full of English notes." "I don't have any round characters, all of mine are gay and sad."

BONUS 2: BIRTHDAY

"I'm sorry I don't have anything for you for your birthday all I have is Reese's and duct tape." "Wait it's your birthday??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO-" "NO STOP SHE DOESN'T WANT THAT" "Thank you." "You're welcome." (T) "Pay attention my dudes." *collective groaning from entire class* "*asking for tampons*" (T) "*holding a marker* I can throw another red one at you." "I don't get it. *sudden realization*" (T) "***** pick your jaw up off the floor, I was joking." "I'm tired of the word 'domain'." "Oh yeahhhh me too, cause we hear it a lot in physics now." "Domain, domain, domain; I hate it." "I'm in a domain of hating myself." "I'm joking, I love you." "I'm not joking, but I love you too anyways." "**** don't lose your Crocs again." (T) "Get that earbud out of your ear." "No, this is keeping me sane." "Why is my name 'desire'??? I put it as 'pee pee poo poo'!"

NORMAL SCHOOL

"I've finally done a fraction! I flipped it over, turned it around, smacked its ass and had it call me daddy." "PARDON???" "What?" (in Physics talking about electricity) "Ok positive top, negative bottom-" "ME?" "He said you can't learn if you burn but you do learn. You learn fire is hot. Also the sensation of being burned alive as you are consumed by flames." "*shows Thanos smut* Spoilers for Endgame that no one asked for." "Legend has it that if you work at the Dairy Dome, you get free tickets to Domegame." Have a marvelous Monday, a Terrific Tuesday, a Wonderful Wednesday, a...Thesis Thursday. I couldn't think of anything." "You look like a frog." (T) "And you look like a squid." "Someone today said I looked like a drug dealer magician. Would you like *sweeps off hat* MARIJUANA??? Or...*pretends to pull something out of hat* COKE??? Perhaps some *flourishes* *whispers* acid???" "I'm gonna Detroit Smash him to hell." "LGBT, let's get this bread." "My hero academia as in Aizawa can shove my ass up his head- wait hold on" "*talking about Ariel* She's hot but that doesn't excuse the fact that she put her entire species in jeopardy for some dick." (T) "Does anyone not have medicine in their bag that ******* cannot have while I look down at the floor because I dropped my pen?" (T) "*reaches for paper*" "Ah ah **** no swipin'." *in science class* "Nothing's happening but I saw that bitch SPARK and I'm terrified." "I'm basically teacher today, your assignment is to do nothing. YOU get an A." "SHUT UP MOTHERFUCKER I'LL EAT YOUR ANUS THEY DON'T CALL ME RECTUMUS PRIME FOR NOTHING" "EXCUSE ME" "What was the word again?" "David Hasselhoff?" "What, no???" "This is why you shouldn't scratch yourself, here." "*instantly shoves necklace in mouth*" "I wouldn't use that as a chew fidget, I got it off the ground in Louisiana." "*chews even more aggressively*" (T) "Don't mess with me I will throw something at you, I played softball for 14 years." "Really???" (T) "Yeah. I was the captain biatch." "James Charles looks like the dragon from Shrek." "***'s touching my wenis." "Gay fantasies don't really matter." "Yeah, I mean, did you see the way that Tony and Cap looked at each other in Endgame?" "When he was, a young boy, his father, took him to the dark lord, to kill the principalofawizardachool" "He said son when, you grow up, will you b-" "HE SAID WILL YOU, GETSHANKEDINABATHROOM-" "Watch out: I have peanut butter and a knife!" (T) "All you need is at least a 60% to pass the test-" "BOI I GET 40S AND 30S IN YOUR CLASS AND YOU KNOW IT" (T) "So you used to go to (other school name)?" "Yeah. But people growling and barking at me was a little much." (T) "Were they furries?" "Dude, tornadoes in Kansas are no joke." "But you go to Oz." "THERE AIN'T NO YELLOW BRICK ROAD AFTER A TORNADO" "Uh, yeah! Yellow brick road to HEAVEN." "Toto isn't god” "You awakened something you didn't want to awaken." "Is it god??? Is it Totoro? Remember to pay your taxes or Hong Kong will come eat you." "Today's weather is cloudy with a chance of rectal prolapse." (T) "Who's at the door?" "It's ***." (T) "Who's ***?" "***. Your student." (T) "*opens door* Who are you?" "I'm nobody." "Who is commander in chief of the military? My  p e n i s" "Are those grandma shoes??? Can I  e a t  them???" "She sounds like a fetus screaming for extra guac at Chik-Fil-A." "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN" "*singing the Boku No Pico theme off-key in a loli voice*" "I will hit you." "I'd feel bad for you but you have a 69% and that causes you to get a D and I can't look that over." "Do you ever wonder where babies come from? Cause I don't. All you have to do is pee into a lady's Digornio." "rePEAT THAT??" "Don't forget to degrade your dog." "Imagine a world: where you have 2 fetuses hanging from your eyebrow."

BONUS 3: GIANT, END-OF-THE-YEAR CIVICS TEST

"Why the fuck is Christmas a national holiday???" (T) "Ok, the president during WWII was...Roose-" "-A PARKS" (T) "Are you even paying attention?" (T) "What happened on September 11th, 2001?" "9/11!" (T) "We're gonna need you to be a little more specific, buddy." (T) "What's a state that borders Canada?" "I deadass was about to say Arizona, I need sleep." "WHAT is your name?" "*****." "WHAT is your quest?" "To clap the best pussy out there." "*through laughter* What is your favorite color?" "The color of the next pussy I'm gonna crunch." "I got a Voltage from the ROTC room, and I dropped it and someone said 'OOH', picked it up and yeeted with it." "WHAT THE FUCK I'D SHIT ON THEIR HOUSE" "Can we play a song after our presentation?" (T) "As long as it's not like 20 minutes like an Allman Brothers song." "Huh?" (T) "You know how when you have an acid trip, people tell you to listen to the Allman Brothers?" "..." (T) "I'm old." (T) "If this eye starts drooping, there was something in the brownie." (T) "*teaching us Piccolo Mini*" "You just made me feel dyslexic." "YOU GUYS WANNA KNOW THE TEA??? I'M THE REAL HOE" *applause from class* "BITCH WE BEEN KNEW" "*unintelligible*" (T) "What?" "*still unintelligible*" (T) "I still didn't hear you." "You talk like your handwriting." "I WILL THROW THIS CROC AT YOU" "I will literally pay a dollar for one." "I will literally eat these." "Petunia is not a phone." "Electronic device, then." "She's not an electronic device, I gave birth to her." (T) "**** that's the whitest you've ever sounded." "My dingaling is messed up." "Mine too." (T) "Ok so say you wanted aides-" "I DON'T WANT AIDS WHAT THE HELL" (T) "IN THE CLASSROOM. CLASSROOM AIDES. HELPERS. "Can we talk while doing this?" (T) "No, this isn't Burger King." "What is your obsession with Burger King????" "HE'S SPRAYING IT DOWN. HE'S SPRAYING IT DOWN. HE'S PUTTING THE WHITE NECTAR ON THE RAMEN SINK" "Have you ever seen a 14 year old looking badass?" "Have you ever seen a beaver chomping down on a carrot? Cause I wanna see that." "I don't wanna go to Papa Louie's Arcade, Papa Louie can pop a cap in your ass." "Micheal does a Thanos Snap in season 14." "Cas, I don't feel so good." "NO" "Your Crocs are in sport mode." "My cock is hard." "THAT IS NOT WHAT I SAID" "It's ok lil diglett I'm gonna evolve you." (T) "Stop it." "I'm gonna evolve you it's fine, you're weak but you're gonna get better. *throws stress ball at teacher*" (T) "******* looks like Ted Bundy" (T) "He's falling asleep. Hey, ****, are you sad you can't have an abortion?" "What???" (T) "If you don't like high school relationships, who's that guy you keep making out with in the hallway?" "*pointing at random places on the map in the civics classroom, threatening to deport each other to random places*" "You're jiggling my titties." "*half the class is singing I Write Sins Not Tragedies*" "I love you!" "Shut it, I'm doing a presentation." "I love you!!" "Stop." "I love you!!!" "God damnit, *******, I'm gonna hit you." (T) "If you drop any f-bombs during the presentation, I'm gonna kill you." "Bottom, take the apple." "I'm not black, I'm O.J." "Balls. That was the word." "HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET 'BALLS' FROM 'THE BUCKS ARE WINNING THE FINALS'??" "Who's this? Tom? No I don't wanna streak with you. Stranger danger." "Why is it called Field Day if it's only 2 periods?" (AP) "I- That's actually a good question." "ALRIGHT THIS IS WHAT WE NEED TO DO-" "*gets literally kissing distance from him* *salutes* Yes sir?" "We're playing cornhole." "Stop laughing, how is cornhole inappropriate?" "Mr. **** this is the type of yardstick that could take your kneecaps. Do you want me to take yours?" (T) "I'd like to see you try." "Is that Ratatouille?" "Ratatouille isn't the rat. That's Remy, you insolent fuck." "I'm gonna call you the 'G' word." "What's the 'G' word?" "Jew." "That's…porny." "...send it to me." "Where you going?" "To hell." "WHY" "*shrugs* Seems fun." "You see, this is why I need to work with you. I'm your insurance."

BONUS 4: FIELD DAY

(T) "Are you part 1 or part 2?" "Uh…" (T) "Top line or bottom line?" "Bottom- no, top- uhhhhh…" "He looks like a top." "I still don't understand why we fucking dropped Bohemian Rhapsody for a song from fucking  T W I L I G H T." (T) "*throws a marker at the Assistant Principal*" *various cheers and "OHHHHHH"s from the class* (AP) "Are you actually serious." Not a quote but in the 2nd to last week of school, we spent almost the entirety of 4th period Algebra (including the teacher — he started it) throwing dry-erase markers at each other and didn't even stop when the AP (seen above) came in. (T) "*walks through the middle of the room*" "FIRE" *8 people pelt markers at him* "Wait you guys realize he's gonna throw all of those back, right?" "I have a D I'm hanging on the edge my dudes." "I did a math? I did a math!!!" "You did meth?" "YES!!!" "*gets head shoved out of window* OW! FUCK, ****** MY TIT" "You exude strong Kenny energy." "Why?" "Cause you die a lot? Cause your heart was replaced with a baked potato? Cause your family's poor?" "*laughing so hard we can't breathe*" "*leaves the cafeteria to calm down from laughing too hard*" "I'm having elementary school flashbacks." "Shut your social justice warrior ass up." "You ok?" "I stabbed myself." "Sorry, only girls get it. Also, this is my last customer today." "Hold on, if it's only girls, why does HE get it?" "Hi." "OH SHIT YOU'RE A GIRL MY BAD"

NORMAL SCHOOL

“Did I just witness a drug deal?” "Why do you look like a dad?" "I need some weed in my system again, I'm fucking drained." "There's a fucking big-ass run in my tights — I'm gonna eat my own ass and then some." "Hi I'm ***** and Mr. **** can suck my 13 inch dong. My Long John Silver." "This ignorant pickle of a person can die." "This cashew of a long dong. Cashews look like telephones." "A shirt says Mr. **** can suck my magnum horse, my stallion." "His mom should've fucking swallowed." "Spit his ass in a Dixie cup." "I will tattoo my eyes shut." "I'm talking about this mongoose man that's called Mr. ****." "Can you speak some Spanish?" "Hola, como estas, sugma." "Sugma?" "Suck my fuckin' balls lmao" "It's your sugar daddy. *shows picture of Andrew Jackson*" "It's Mr. **** as a woman." "That's fucking Christopher Columbus." "*howling laughter*" "I was just thinking 'have it stop raining so that I don't have to walk in it', but then I remembered I have work today so it should keep pouring. The more the sky cries, the less I cry. Unless I'm on drive." "Excuse me sir, *raises leg* my penis has fallen off." "I pray you get AIDS." (T) "Please throw away your sheet music, it's illegal to copy sheet music and I don't wanna go to jail." "*loud smack* I am so sorry, I didn't mean it to be that loud! Come here baby boy, let me give you the sweet taste of my mother milk." "It's not mother anymore, it's daddy now." "Dude what if you were born with a set of words that if said, would implode your testicles." "Bomb go boom, Mormons go extinct." "MR. **** YOU TOOK OUR NOODS" "DON'T TAKE THE NOODS" "NOT THE NOODS!!!" "****, I thought you were Catholic." "The pencil's black." "Like my ass-cheeks." "Someone stole it!!!!" "Like ****'s virginity."

BONUS 5: WATCHING INSIDIOUS (FOR SOME FUCKING REASON)

*kid falls off ladder* *various banshee screeches from students* "They're kissing AGAIN. This movie is NOT appropriate." "I'm hearding weeeesssst~ I don't know what to dooooo~ " That's not how you make a superpowered baby. You kill the mother and put her on the ceiling." "Wait, pause. What the hell?" "F.B.I, open up." "IT'S DALTON." "PUT A CHAIR ON THE DAMN DOOR" "HOW WOULD A CHAIR WORK AGAINST THE DEMON" "He's in a deep sleep. Wake him up with true love's kiss." "It's a pedo-demon! Everyone run!" "He's cheating on her." "What if this was linked to Supernatural?" "Ooh she's echoing now." "My legs are shaking bruh." "Is that blood on the window?" "No, it's a tree." "SMACK THE CHILD"

NORMAL SCHOOL

"I figured out why I'm so quiet today." "Oh, really?" "Yeah, *shows trembling hands* I'm on vibrate." "I can't wait to go to church."

BONUS 6: LAST DAY OF SCHOOL

"The first thing I ate when I came to this country, it was in the airport and it was Doritos." (T) "They gave me the shortest teachers' gown they had. I have a baby gown." "That isn't a happy little bush." "IT'S. TREE." "Hello ladies, *winks* *blows kiss*" "I'm GAY." *I Will Survive playing really loudly* "******* you're not in our friend group so get the FUCK OUT." "Now I can swear! FUCK Y'ALL BITCHES I'M GOING TO EAT YOUR KNEECAPS" "Oh shit it's an end of the year fight!" Four kids got into a fight at the same time and one got tazed."