#and this bitch is walking around with hickeys like it’s a flex getting your neck sucked by an abuser

[american-horror-whore]

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my ex-abuser’s new girlfriend (the girl he cheated on me with) is posting continuous photos of them together and i’m genuinely pissed off because this girl clearly doesn’t care he’s an abuser.

[malereadermaniac]

The Bosses Bitch - Guzma x Male Reader

Team skull never question their boss, but they hate the fact that the whole of Po town can't sleep because of the sounds coming from Guzma's shady house... Cw: Rimming, fingering, excessive spit play, sweat and musk word count: 1.7k Top!Guzma x Bottom!Reader Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

"You fuckin' love the way my grunts look at you don't you?" Guzma says with a sick grin as he bends down slightly to look you in the eye

"Oh yeah? How's that?" You ask, confidence evident on your face

"Haha! You parade around, clinging to me while wearing practically nothing! You love how my goons practically drool when we walk past. And that stunt you pulled over in my office... Fuck it was so hot!"

He's referring to you sitting on his lap, dry humping him as youbbeg for him to alleviate your boredom by fucking you

The action itself turned him on, but he couldn't hide the fact that all his grunts watching you behave like a whore turned him on

"But now..." Guzma starts taking off his shirt, revealing his toned, built body

"Now I can have my way with you, my pretty boy" Guzma uses a mocking tone as he places his rough hand on your cheek, rubbing your face with his thumb

He pushes you onto the bed, not with much force since you're a very compliant lover

He loves that about you, you're willing to do whatever he wants

You rest on your elbows as you look up at your boyfriend in all of his glory, his cargoes now stripped off, only his black and gold Team Skull boxer briefs left

Fuck your boyfriend was so hot, his arms were muscular enough to hold you up with one arm

His pecs and abs glisten with a slight sheen of sweat, pecs huge and abs flexing as your eyes wander over them

His golden "S" chain catching your eye as he kept it on

His legs were muscular as well, thighs huge enough to crush your head and his bulge was fucking enormous

Practically ripping his boxers at the seem as he got hard, and his bushy white pubes overflowing from his waistband looked so fucking hot

Guzma knew exactly what turned you on, so he flexed his muscles and let you ogle your eyes in awe from his body, flexing his arms in the stereotypical jock way, showing off not only his muscles but his hairy armpits too

Your boyfriend was like a Greek God, so masculine and dominant and hot...

"I've let you have your fill... now strip bitch." Guzma ordered with a maniacal laugh

You listened to your boyfriend and stripped almost entirely except for you underwear

Guzma moves on top of you, his sweaty, warm, musky body hovering over you as his hands held him up either side of your head

"Fuck you're so pretty..." Guzma mumbles, moving his rough hand to your chin and moving your head up, bringing his lips down to yours

The way he kisses you is always so passionate and hot

Guzma's tongue controls and moves yours as he explores your mouth

Your lips are sealed together except for when you pant against your boyfriend's lips to get some air

Moans fill the room as you moan against his lips, Guzma breaking the kiss to move down your body as cover your neck and chest in hickey's and bites, going over fading marks from days prior

"Fuck you're so hot..." Guzma says as he sits up, his sharp, wet tongue hanging out of his mouth as he looks down at you, his spit drooling down onto your body

Almost immediately, Guzma's huge arms wrap around you and flip you onto your stomach, maneuvering your ass to perk up and face him

You hug onto a pillow as Guzma slides your underwear off of your plump ass slowly, biting his lip at the view

He kneads your cheeks as he palms his boner through his boxers

"You're hole is so tight I can't even tell we fucked this morning, HAHA!" Guzma laughs a sick and horny laugh as he stops palming himself and spreads your ass to show your tight entrance

You can't even get a word in before moans erupt from your mouth as you feel a warm wetness on your hole

You can feel Guzma's grip on your ass tighten as your writhe from his tongue

You moan into the pillow as his wet muscle pushes against your hole and even manages to push inside slightly

Loud slurping and wet squelches echo within the bedroom

The lewd and erotic sounds make you blush as your boyfriend devours your hole, his nose brushing against your hole as he catches his breath, his lewd panting turning you on

"Ha... Fuck (y/n) you're hole is too good... Pretty just like you.." he teases you as he pushes his finger inside of you

"Ha! Fuuuuuck... Guzma right there..." you moan as your legs give in

But Guzma knows you too well and catches you, holding you up with his other strong, manly hand

He attacks your prostate and wanks your dick off as if he were milking a cow

"Hngff! Guzmaaa..." you whine and moan as the grey haired man shoves another finger inside your ass, curling his fingers to spread your tight hole

As you keep moaning and wiggling your ass infront of Guzma, your boyfriend palms his dick which is in great need of attention

You're too hot for him sometimes and he can't help himself

So he pulls his fingers out of you and wraps his huge hands around your waist, flipping you over again and manhandling you as he puts one of your legs on his shoulder and bends over you

His skull gold chain dangles above you as he positions his fat, veiny cock to your hole

"You ready, pretty boy?" Guzma asks with a grin, his pearly white teeth showing

"Fuck yeah..." you smile and moan breathily

That turns Guzma on so much, so with a maniacal laugh he plunges his cock all the way into your ass as he silences you with a kiss

You moan loudly into his mouth as he relishes in the pleasure of your ass clenching around his thick dick

Guzma breaks the kiss and sits up, gripping onto your leg and looking and you with with crazy, horny eyes

"I fuckin love you and your ass, my pretty little bitch" Guzma growls

You blush at his words

"Unhhh go on then, show me how much you love me" you moan, putting your hands above your head, showing off your body to your boyfriend

Guzma spares no time, gripping your leg tighter and starting to pound your ass like an animal

You moan desperately and loudly, your dick twitching and your back arching as Guzma plows your ass and hitting your prostate over and over, having memorised your body from the sheer amount of times he's fucked you

Wet squelches and slaps come from Guzma smashing his hips against yours, your moans becoming louder and lewder by the second

"Fuck that's right! Moan so fuckin loud the whole of Po town hears you, fuckin slut!" Guzma shouts, looking into your eyes with lust and love

So you obey his command, you moan so loud that even the pokemon centre probably heard you

Guzma loved it, he'd never share you but he liked to show you off and flex how good he made you feel

At least half an hour had passed by, your hole clenching on your boyfriend's cock as he pounds you harshly, your ass memorising his size by now

Guzma moves your leg down from his shoulder as he groans and moans your name more

He bends back down over you, his gold skull chain dangling above you as his hot breath tickles your nose

His musky, hairy armpits shoe off above you as well as his crazy grin as he watches you moan like crazy

He moves his head lower to kiss you deeply again, you moan and whine into his mouth as his tongue controls and dances with yours

His dick murdering your prostate to such an extent that your hands dart to Guzma's back to ground yourself

You scratch his back like in a porno, making Guzma break the kiss and groan above you as his dick twitches inside you

"FUCK (Y/N)! Gonna make me fuckin cum- hngg- HAHAA!" Guzma moans, grabing your chin, spreading your mouth open

He spits into your mouth and moves down to make out with you again

Your dick twitches like mad

Your about to cum as well

Guzma breaks the kiss and looks at you, his wet tongue dangling out of his mouth, a string of his spit still liking his tongue to yours

"HAHA FUCKKKK! CUMIN! CUMIN! GONNA MAKE YOU LOOK FUCKIN PREGNANT, FILL YOU WITH MY CUM FUCK!! HAHHHH!" Guzma moans loudly, probably making every grunt in his shady house jealous and annoyed at the same time

Your legs twitch and your toes curl up in pleasure, your thighs shaking as your orgasm hits you like a fucking truck

"Haaaa Fuck (y/n)!! FUCK YEAH!" Guzma moans above you, hit thrusts getting longer and harder

You can feel his cum gush out of his cock and into your ass, your walls coated in his hot cum

You both catch your breaths as your cum coats Guzma's abs more than your own

"Fuck I love you so much..." Guzma says bresthily

"I love you too, bug boy~" you tease him with the nickname you gave him in your childhood

He kisses you again, this time devoid of lust but full of love and passion, as he removes his softening dick from your hole

A loud squelch echoed throughout the room as he watches his cum glazed cock twitch and your cum leaking hole tighten and loosen around nothing

"I'd say lets go for another round... but I think my grunts would storm in if haha!" Guzma jokes

"Yeah, let's just clean up and go to bed, babe" you chuckle

And so you two did just that

Guzma and you shared a bath and cleaned eachother off

That is until he got to cleaning his cum out of you, and you got turned on... and so did he...

So Guzma ended up fingering you until you came again

Which made Guzma hard again...

So you sucked him off in the bathtub and then you two were fully drained for the night

So you both got into bed naked and Guzma spooned you until the both of you fell asleep

The grunts were not happy with you two the next morning...

[changlix-mp4]

skz reaction to you being needy

(with scenarios)

genre : suggestive ,, fluff uwu

warning : use of petnames , suggestive , slight dry humping, slight make out? , playful behaviour teasing , whiny reader, shy reader (depends in some)

❁ reactions with scenarios

❁ A/N : I feel like some are out of context , but I hope you’ll like it tho ,, please don’t mind the many mistakes :(

❁ Feedbacks are very welcomed ♡ let me know which one is your fav :)

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• Chan : I think my boy will find it a bit funny and cute at the same time,, at the way you’re whining and all. He’ll of course help you ;) (the loml) ♡

You were sat on the couch staring at your husband working. His beautiful fingers typing on the keyboard of his laptop rapidly. His bottom lip caughed between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed, totally immersed into whatever he was doing. He was so handsome you couldn't resist him. When he tapped his finger on his kissable plump lips it was the last straw. You got up from your spot walking to him. He looked up smiling at you "hi baby" , you put your hands on his shoulders straddling him. Chan's hands instinctively came to your hips. You buried your head in the crook of his neck starting sucking lightly on the sensitive skin. Chan groaned caressing your sides "what's up babygirl?" he chuckled when he felt your hands on his belt trying to unbuckle it quickly. "I need you" you whined. He cupped your cheek softly "Can I finish-" you pouted playing with the collar of his black shirt "please Chan" you whined again, fingers toying with the bottons already unbuttoning them " I really really need you" you bite your lip grinding on his crotch , looking at his veiny hands "right. now" imagining how they would look all over your bare skin . "pleaseee" you pleaded desperately as you gripped on his bicep. Chan looked at you quiet surprise at how needy you were. It was kind of funny how you acted but you were just so cute sitting on him, all whiny for him. He sighed before getting up with you in his arms "ok babygirl , you asked for it. Everything for my princess" he smirked before kissing you walking to your bedroom. This night was a busy one ;)

( I’m a sucker for husband Chan sorry )

• Lee Know : I think Minho will tease you asf. He will make you needier and beg for him , evil boy #1  ♡

You were in the kitchen trying to find something to eat until Minho entered the living room and sat on the couch. Just his presence can intimidated you. He does the bare minimum and can turn you on easily. Minho was bouncing his leg unconsciously as he was on the phone talking with Jisung. Your legs turned into jelly as you gripped on the kitchen counter to steady yourself. Boy just breathing and you're weak. His thighs were your weakness, they were so muscular , firm just .. wow. He suddenly looked at you smilling , you stopped breathing for a moment before smilling back. Lord why I am like this ? you thought. He kept on doing that for minutes and it drove you crazy . You moaned unintentionally as you thought of riding his thighs. " ok I'm done" you muttered to yourself desperately. You walked over to him sitting on one of his well-built thigh. He looked at you confused before smirking when he realized that you were horny. The pressure of his strong muscle against your throbbing clit made you whimper. Minho hung up and rested his body back on the couch "is my kitten horny?" he said teasingly. You nodded shyly looking away embarrassed. He laughed turning your flustered face to look at him. Glancing at your position on his thigh, he smirked "do I turn you on baby? Do my thighs make you horny?" he whispered playfully. No answer. Minho bounced his leg making you lose your balance and fell onto his chest. "tell me what you want? want to ride my thigh kitten?" he bite your earlobe. A weak "yes" left your throat as hummed, his hands behind his head. "beg for it" he said before bouncing his leg again. You moaned the pleasure and your needs getting unbearable. "p-please Minho". He smiled mischievously "c'mon baby, tell me. Tell me you want to ride my thigh . Say it hm . Beg for it" he purred looking down at your needy figure "please I need you.. I want t-to ride your thigh" he laughed flexing his muscle when you sobbed quietly. "I didn't hear you. Can you repeat my dear?" teasing dripping from his tongue.

• Changbin : He’ll get a bit needy and shy shy shy . Just by the way you whine , makes him whine too ( ugh binnie’s whines tho <3 ) ,, he won’t tease you at all ( uwu my baby ♡ )

You and Changbin were coming back home from a little walk at the park,, when you entered your living room you tripped over Changbin's bag that was on the floor. Changbin immediately ran to you, helping you standing up, one of your hand went to his shoulder the other one grabbed his bicep. The way it flexed under your palm when he helped you up made you froze on your spot . "y/n you're ok?" he asked caressing your hair. "baby are you ok?" he asked again cupping your cheeks. You squeezed his bicep eyes focused on the hard muscle "your.. you're .. I mean" you stammered. His arms were so big , so muscular.. you knew it already but you never really focused on them. You just wanted to touch them and grip on them like when you- "Binnie , I want you" you suddenly whined. Changbin released a breath he didn’t know he was holding "your- you look so good" you whispered shyly. His heart stopped, the compliment turning his cheeks red. How can something so "normal" affect you this way? Were you crazy? "babe" you whined pulling him by his shirt. Changbin whined as you played with the hem of it. "I need you" you pouted grabbing his hands putting them on your waist craving to feel his hands on your body " shit I need you too" he whined throwing his head back. "C'mere baby" he tapped your thigh signalling you to jump. You eyes didn't miss the way his shirt hugged his bicep tighter. Changbin whined again "stop looking at my arms" he hid his face into the crook of your neck leaving little pecks on the soft skin.

• Hyunjin : Like Minho , he will tease you. But not as much as him. I think he’d be surprised . He’ll smirk and chuckle at you , before giving you the attention you’re craving for ♡

Hyunjin ran his long fingers into his soft locks pushing them back , tying them. He bite his plump lip concentrated while doing so. He's so hot. Just by tying his long black hair. yes. His hair looked so beautiful , soft as silk.. you just wanted to play with them , caress them feeling the texture.. pull on them. You spaced out, many thoughts running through your mind.. your eyes started cascading to his beautiful lips imagining biting on them , then to his neck marked with hickeys , then his collarbones , eyes travelling down his muscular thighs.. he was just so perfect. Your mouth ajar, you could had swore you were drooling over him . Hyunjin snapped his fingers in front of your face pushing you out of your "interesting" thoughts "hey pretty one, did you hear me?" you shaked your head. "well I asked what ya’ want to watch?" how can someone be so pretty? His eyes , his nose , his cheek, his mole under his eye (...) "ok” He sighed "hello .. y/n. You spaced out again? What’s going on? What are you daydreaming about? Is something wrong? tell me baby" he said concerned. " I want you" you trailed off . "huh?" he asked taken aback not sure about what you say . "you heard me Hyunjin" you whined looking away. "say it again princess" he smilled teasingly "I want you" you breathed out. He chuckled " hm that's why you weren't listening to me huh . You were having weird thoughts about me" he smirked playfully "weird thoughts? what? shut up" you slapped his arm before pushing stands of hair out of his face. "Come here" Hyunjin pulled you closer by your waist as he bent down to kiss you slowly his hand cupping your cheek the other one resting on your thigh. Your hand flew to his silky hair, pulling at them slightly making him moan.

• Jisung : Boy will get a bit cheesy because he knows he is the reason why you’re needy? Will tease you a bit. He’ll be all over you the second after ♡

Han was talking with Chan and Changbin about the new song they were working on. He was sitting on the desk, one hand holding his ice americano the other one resting on his thigh. You couldn't looked away, he was just so cool today. His red beat headphone hanging around his neck, his red supreme headband, his not-so-oversized black hoodie, black ripped jean.. e-boy Jisung was your weakness ( everyone's weakness). “I think it can work" Chan announced as Changbin nodded. "Ok then, I’ll do that and we’ll see about it tomorrow" Jisung replied. Chan and Changbin waved at you before walking out the studio. Jisung stretched his arms , arching his sore back due to the way he stayed for minutes. Was he doing it on purpose you thought. Because damn the way he threw his head back made you gulped. He looked at you coming in your direction, crouching in front of you " I’ll have to stay a bit longer, if you wanna go home to-" — "no no , I’ll stay with you" you replied right away making him chuckle. “As you wish sweetheart" he kissed your lips softly making you whimper closing your eyes shut. That was so embarrassing , you just wanted to disappear engulfed into the couch as Jisung looked up at you his eyes wide open. "baby" he started resting his hands on your thighs . You bite your lips, breathing a bit heavily, just feeling his hands on your skin turned you on , how was this possible? He got the hint laughing at you "what’s so funny ugly frog?" you rolled your eyes. "are you.. horny?" his beautiful teeth making their appearance . "no! I’m not... you just look good today.. that’s all" you sighed looking at his fingers drawing little patterns on your thigh. You saying that boosted his ego “so .. I’m so hot it turns you on huh?" you glared at him . You stayed silent making him smirk knowing he was right "aw baby" he purred hand caressing your arm slowly. This bitch was teasing . " let your handsome and sexy boyfriend take care of you" he said before getting up taking your hands in the process to make you stand up too . He pushed you closer to him by your waist, kissing your cheek "are you always turn-on when I’m with you?" Jisung smirked his lips ghosting over yours "shut up idiot". He smiled kissing you passionately, his kisses travelling to your neck making you moan . “You must feel lucky to have such a good-looking boyfriend huh?" He muttered against your skin "oh fuck off" you pushed him away ready to leave, cheeks burning . "Don’t be like that, I’m kidding . Come here love" he hugged you, his hand finding its place on your lower back. "Let me make it up to you". Jisung whispered playing with the hem of your hoodie.

• Felix : Lixie , Sunshine , will somehow find you cute and will do anything to help you ( my cute baby <3 ) ,, He’ll give you so much love uwu ♡

Felix was baking, his delicious brownies smelling heavenly. He was so breathtaking as you admire him from your sit. A bit of chocolate on his cheek, flour on his chin .. he looked so hot yet adorable. You smiled like an idiot at your boyfriend. One of the spoon fell on the floor so you rushed to pick it up and put in the sink. "thanks baby" he said kissing your cheek. He blessed you with one of his precious smiles, eyes forming little crescents. His small hand went to grab a dishcloth, his fingers adorned with rings made you feel some type of ways. Your eyes stayed glued on them- "want to taste one?" he asked "t-taste what?" you gulped "one of the brownies?" He looked at your flustered face. "Of course!” you replied excited. Even if you were mesmerized by his fingers, his brownies were something you can’t get enough. You were practically drooling just by looking at them. Felix chuckled before grabbing one to feed you. You opened your mouth before biting on it, your lips grazing around his finger. Your cheeks started heating up "sooooo?" he asked excited. "de-li-cious!! Like always" you hummed. He smiled proudly "thank you baby”. He turned back to the brownies putting some in a box for Changbin. his hands.his fingers.his hands.his fingers.. Felix took one of the brownies to eat. When he turned to you again, you laughed "what?what is it?" he asked confused before laughing with you. "You've got chocolate on your nose and lips" you smiled before laughing again. First of all , how is it possible to eat brownies and get chocolate on your nose? anyway , he was so cute. He laughed before coming to you "clean it for me?" he said cutely resting his flour-covered-hands on your waist. You were about to grab a napkin to wipe the chocolate off his lips , when he bent down. Felix just wanted to be closer so you can wipe it easily but you got a different message . You stopped moving, not knowing what to do, his lips looked so kissable , soft and right now so sweet. And his pretty hands on your waist - lord he is your weakness. Without thinking , you attached your lips to his, surprising him, tasting the chocolate as you lightly suck on it. You moaned into the kiss. You pulled him closer trying to feel his body on yours, one hand cupping his cheek the other one fingers tangled in his hair. You were on fire, you just wanted him. Wanted to feel his lips, his touches all over your body, the cold rings on your skin making goosebumps raise on your skin.. that's what you wanted. You wanted all of him. Felix embraced you into his arms, arms hugging you tightly. You pulled away to catch your breath admiring his little freckles as he smiled at you. Your cheeks started heating up when you realized your bold action, but it wasn't your fault. He was just so tempting. " I want you" you whispered looking down embarrassed "you have me" he whispered back as he caress your hair gently. "like.. you know.." you trailed out "I know honey" he kissed your temple, you were too cute for him right now, his heart flustered "c'mere, let me love you" he sweetly said before hugging you, enveloping your lips into a loving kiss.

• Seungmin : He will make you wait for a long time . Acts like he’s not affected by you , evil boy #2 ♡

Seungmin was practicing his vocal, his singing was so good. Everytime he sings, it felt like you’re listening to an angel. He was so cute, his hair messy, casual clothes on .. he looked so fluffy you just wanted to hug him. You didn't know what happened but when you heard his deep voice.. you stopped breathing. What? Seungmin wanted to change a bit to see and try to sing in a deeper voice. You'd never heard that sound before but you wanted , needed to hear it again. You stared at him fascinated , you probably looked weird and dumb but yea. He furrowed his eyebrows reading the lyrics again and again. When he started singing again and his voice got deeper, your mouth fell open, throat getting dry.. that was so hot. You ears just had one of the best eargasm they ever had (lmao). You released the breath you were holding heavily , getting his attention "so? what do you think? It’s not deeper than Felix’s but i tried" he joked. "you sounded so fucking hot" you said out loud without thinking. Seungmin eyes widened, surprised by your bold comment. "I mean no- no yes hm I meant it was great .. yea it was great!" You tried not to be awkward but guess you failed . He laughed loudly when he looked at you embarrassed face. Why? So much hate tf . Well, hearing his deep voice sent butterflies into your lower stomach.. it affected you so much that just thinking about it made you whimpered. Thinking about hearing those sounds again when you guys are- *wink wink* . You stayed quiet for a moment feeling the wetness starting forming down there when he wrote some note on his sheets. Seungmin noticed the way you were rubbing your thighs and playing with your fingers. He just smirked “you good there baby?" He asked teasingly. You knew he was doing this on purpose. You got up to come sit next to him, hand resting on his thigh as you started leaving little kisses on his shoulder. Seungmin didn’t move, acting like you weren’t there. Even when you started stroking his thigh, he stayed still. “Minnie” you whined “ I need you please” he looked at you unbothered “I’m working sorry” — “but-are you serious?” You asked a bit annoyed when he smirked “no. Now let me work baby. Thank you” he said . Seungmin put a pillow over his lap and rest his sheet on it, hiding his hard-on. He decided to acted like he wasn’t affected by your needy state and make you more desperate.

• Jeongin : cute boy <3 . He’ll be soft for you. He’ll get needy too. Will take care of you ( my babyyy ) ♡

You were standing in front of your big closet, searching for one of your husband’s hoodie to sleep in (that's so fucking cute help). When you came out of the bathroom, you were meet with one of the prettiest view you ever seen. Jeongin was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to his phone as he was waiting for you. The way he was sitting made your head spin : manspreading. (that’s so hot just imagine) . He was just so attractive right now you could just jump on him and devour his lips. When he finally looked at you, he smiled opening his arms for you to come hug him. so cute shit. You smiled back timidly walking to him. " aw you're so cute baby" he said cutely when he took in your appearance. His over-sized hoodie reaching the middle of you thigh. Jeongin pulled you closer to him to hug you tightly, resting his head on your tummy. The butterflies. The fucking butterflies. You felt this familiar feeling in your lower stomach making you weak and bite your lips. "so warm" he giggled. He looked up at your flustered face "what is baby?" — "nothing" you smiled lightly. "hm , so what about..cuddle?" he smiled widely. You chuckled before he pulled you on his lap, one hand on your waist , the other one placed on your thigh. You were sat right on his crotch and you would have lied if you said you weren't turned on. You shifted a bit on his lap trying to get comfortable and try to ignore the little "spark" between your legs . But he made it difficult by the way his fingertips caressed their way up and down your thigh. A gentle , innocent affectionate gesture that made you weak to the point you let a soft moan past by your lips. His touches so soft and so pleasing.. so good. Jeongin looked at you in your eyes , mouth ajar as his cheeks turned a light pink. "I'm.. I'm sorry-" you started before he hushed you caressing your sides. "you're so cute" he smiled lovingly, cupping your cheek before attaching his lips with yours. He kissed you gently, forgetting about your surrounding. You started grinding on him slowly unconsciously , the moment exciting you a bit. Jeongin moaned into the kiss pulling away to breath. "baby" he whispered "look at what you did" his gaze on his bulge as he gripped your hips grinding them foward again, pushing you harder on him. " 'feels so good" he bite his lips , eyes still focused on your crotches. You threw your head back moaning his name, your fingers pulling harder on his locks. "let me take care of you my love" he sucked softly on your neck before laying you on your back gently, hovering you his beautiful hands already playing with the hem of you hoodie, rising it a bit to reveal your cute panties "so pretty" he whispered holding one of your thigh before his lips travelled to your throat leaving little marks there...

(husband jeongin is such a concept. bye)

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a/n : it was fun writing those :) ,, I'm considering to continue writing Jeongin's one ,, & maybe felix , lino

(+) it was an old request, actually my first one , it was from yer-cute-when-you-scream if I remember

[whysojiminimnida]

Yeah But IS IT REALLY A HICKEY Though?

... and the answer is, well, you read and look and you tell me.

So @westcoastgal1 and @ffjj5 are very smart people and they got talking in some recent comments (thanks again skipping merrily anon!) about the July 28, 2021 BBC Live BTS performance episode. And also another interview which I will cover in Part 2 because I already know I'm running out of image space in this bitch. ANYWAY. The question at hand is: Does Jimin have a hickey in this performance? YOU TELL ME. So because we watch original content in this household for truth and context, I went and found the WHOLE ASS EPISODE and please enjoy it at your leisure and say thank you to the nice ARMY who loaded it for our edification and upliftyness and stuff.

After the Seoul interview, filmed months or a year earlier, and after the cool part with Son Sungdeuk, Dynamite starts at about 9:47ish and I just ... watched it. Respectfully looking at necks.

And you see the problem, right? It's the lighting. And the makeup. And the high ass collars. Like, there could be something there but those collars are throwing shadows all over the place and 7/7 Tannies look a little bit bruisey on the left because of it.

See? In-ear monitor mass plus wiring plus collar and lighting = if there WAS a hickey there we couldn't even tell. I thought I saw a thing on his neck at one point BUTNOPE HE MOVED.

IDK IDK, apparently we shall move right along. Next song, away we go: BUT WAIT. At 14:32 during the second interview, when Jimin is casually mentioning how he walked around London with his friends and a Jungkook

I honestly thought it was a shadow just there, above his SINGLE MOLE. I was momentarily flummoxed because Park Jimin does not have two moles in the same spot as evidenced by this:

And to be honest his regular mole looks, well... muted. Plus, if you look at the other shadows, they're less... purple. And to me, with a practiced stage makeup eye, it looks like some dermablend type stuff is working overtime. Sir. Button that shirt if you're gonna be out here like that, is all I'm saying, but I MIGHT BE DELUSIONAL RIGHT

OF COURSE I MIGHT WE NEED MORE EVIDENCE. Original content for what? TRUTH. And CONTEXT. So a little bit later we get to "I'll Be Missing You" and they singing and I'm just enjoying and kinda sideways looking and BAM 22:39

UH. THAT IS A FULL ON HICKEY. Here, I'll embiggen it for you.

It is what it is. That is not collarbone shadow. That is not lighting. That is not makeup, although you can clearly see the remnants of that failed dermablend-type-concealer the stylists or Jimin tried valiantly to maintain. And it does not escape me that every time the camera closed in on Jimin during this song, he raised his left hand to his in-ear in a very Jungkook "nothing to see over here" move.

Well all righty then, Jeon-Park gentlemen, don't get LOUD ON INTERNATIONAL TELEVISION OR ANYTHING. But wait. There's more! Because he don't need permission to dance but I am sure Jungkook routinely asks for consent, anyway:

They tried. The stylists really tried. They failed, but they tried. I think Jungkook is a whole Dyson of a man, probably took lessons from the Park half of the household, all I know is this looks like some "MOTS ON:E is coming out soon I need PAYBACK" Because this whole few seconds of the Jeon half flexing on that hickey is WORTH SEEING (thanks again to @westcoastgal and y'all take your asses to 26:35-42 and WATCH IT SEVEN TIMES FOR GOOD LUCK

OR maybe it's not flexing at all. Maybe it's just Wednesday at the Jeon-Park shared home and workplace. Give a bitch a little bit and I'll be back with Part 2, okay? OKAY.

[tobin-heaths]

Heaven in hiding (NSFW)

request: Where shes been in a secret relationship with R for about a year and a half. And they've been roommates at every camp and game without anyone noticing.. However, one day someone tries to flirt with an oblivious R making Tobin possessive and jealous. Tobin decides to show R who exactly she belongs to (Daddy/Hella Top Tobin) . Maybe the team being shocked the morning after when they see all the hickeys on R with slight teasing?

pairing: Tobin Heath x Reader

words: 1956

Parties weren't exactly your cup of tea, if you could you would stay inside all day and sleep.

But now you were actually sitting together with a few of your teammates in a more private section of a club after Ashlyn made it her personal mission to drag you out here.

You wanted to get back to the hotel to watch some movies in bed but she, of course, wouldn't let you.

The whole team decided to have a night out, enjoying a nice dinner and then going clubbing until each player would retreat back to their rooms.

You spotted Tobin not far from you talking with Crystal and Julie, a beer in her hand, your eyes meeting hers, immediately knowing she didn't want to be here either.

"Y/N to earth? Hello?" Ashlyn was waving her hand in front of your face and you turned your head to look at her with confusion.

"Sorry, I spaced out. What's up?" You asked.

"The drinks are empty. I asked if you wanna join me to get new ones? Stretch the legs a little." You looked at the Rolex around your wrist and saw it was already past eleven.

"Ash, no! It's late. I really wanna go back. Don't make me do this." You whined but she shook her head. Damn her.

"Stop whining. Common let's go, bitch." She said and pulled you out of the booth and over to the huge bar.

You leaned against it once you found a free spot and pouted as she ordered the drinks for the others.

"Hi there, what's a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?" A woman with long black hair sat down next to you, a cocktail in her hand.

"I'm not alone, but thank you." You replied and smiled politely.

"Can I buy you a drink? That's the least I could do for someone as gorgeous as you." She bit her lip and shamelessly checked you out.

"Nah, I'm good, got my own drink already. Thanks though." You tried looking for Ash but somehow she was gone.

"I could take you home, you know. Show you a good time. I'm sure you'd love that." She tried again and again.

"Look, I don't wanna sound rude but I have a girlfriend and I don't think she'd appreciate this much." You said and were ready to leave this woman alone.

Before you could flee she grabbed your wrist and held you back. "She doesn't need to know if you don't tell." She grinned.

"She's not interested! And now hands off my girl before you'll regret it." Tobin's voice was filled with venom as she stared the stranger down, one arm snaking around your waist possessively, arriving out of nowhere.

The woman held her hands up and walked away mumbling French words no one cared to understand.

"Let's get out of here." She grumbled and glared at everyone around her, her jaw clenching.

"What? I actually just started to have fun." You lied, you just wanted to see how far she'd go for you.

You watched in excitement as her head snapped back towards you, her eyes narrowing.

"I said we're gonna leave now. You started to have fun with what exactly? Imagining how she'd fuck you? You know the only person who's able to fuck you is me." she spoke and dragged you away from the bar towards the entrance of the club.

Arriving back at your hotel Tobin wasn't giving many fucks anymore and hoisted you up onto her shoulder, her grip firm on the back of your thighs. It was more than clear that you were in for it tonight.

Tobin does not play around when she's jealous. Someone hits on her girl? Fuck it, she'll have you screaming her name in no time just to remind you of who you actually belong to.

"Tobin, what are you doing? Let me down before someone sees." You demanded while she was busy carrying you through the lobby and past the reception.

The ladies behind the counter watched you with curiosity as you blushed, silently cursing your girlfriend for this.

Once you made it to your hotel room in one piece, only encountering one more couple on the way there, she let you down and closed the door, locking it with a smug grin.

Not knowing what to do you just stood there and watched her like a small kid waiting for its mother.

Grabbing the collar of your shirt she roughly pulled you against her own body and slammed you against the hotel door.

You groaned with the impact but immediately forgot about the slight pain as she was trailing wet kisses along the side of your face to your jaw and down your neck.

"Tobin!" You moaned and closed your eyes in pleasure while grabbing the back of her loose shirt.

"You're mine!" She growled against your skin, sending shivers down your whole body, the small hairs on your skin rising in excitement.

Tobin gently placed her left hand on the lowest part of your back, her other hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head to the side to have better access to your sensitive skin.

Tobin's lips biting and licking your pulse point sent your eyes rolling back into your head, your head once again banging against the thick door.

No question she would leave countless of hickeys along your neck.

Not to mention your thighs that were involuntarily rubbing against each other to create the sweet friction you so desperately craved. There was no denying how wet and turned on you were.

"God, you're so hot like this." She whispered and ghosted her lips along your ear as she shoved her leg in between yours so you could grind against her clothed thigh.

And each time she would flex her upper thigh muscles it created an even better friction for your needy clit.

"Tobin! Take me to bed, please! I need more." You begged and tried to push her off you. Not that you had any chance against her strength, but anyways.

"Since when do you tell me what to do?" She mocked and pushed you towards the bed.

You looked over you shoulder and grinned at her. "Still got what I wanted, didn't I?" You winked.

Tobin rolled her eyes and shoved you onto the double sized bed covered with cheap white hotel sheets. "You always got something smart to say, don't you. Just wait."

Her veiny hands pulled your shirt over your head and threw it somewhere behind her, you could tell she was getting impatient.

The rest of your clothes followed quickly, leaving you stark naked, your body vulnerable to whatever she had in store for you.

"Where's your belt?" She asked and sat back on her knees, one hand remaining on your thigh.

"Um, how should I know? Might be on one of the jeans left in my suitcase." You replied, growing impatient as well now.

Tobin moved off the bed swiftly, walking over to the suitcase laying somewhere on the floor and opened it. "My god, you're so messy, it's unbelievable. Didn't Ali teach you how to keep this tidy?" Shaking her head she took the belt off your jeans and returned.

"Up." Deciding to obey her you stretched your hands over your head and let her bind your wrists together. "You better hold them there, otherwise I'll not let you cum at all."

You nodded eagerly and watched as she settled in between your legs, spreading them apart.

Tobin was comfortably resting on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, just staring at your wet pussy like it was the most fantastic thing she'd ever seen.

Leaning against her fist and tilting her head in thought she took a finger and slowly traced it along your inner thigh, making you shiver.

"Whose is this?" She asked. "Who owns this?"

"Yours. You do." You faintly moaned, your hips bucking towards your girlfriend as she now circled around your outer lips.

"Exactly. This is mine and not someone else's! Who did she think she is? Casually flirting with you as if she'd ever have a chance with you. You're mine." Tobin growled and slapped your thigh, making you cry out in pleasure.

"Tobin, if you don't fuck me anytime soon, I swear to god!" You hissed, growing wetter and desperate by the second.

"You'll what, baby?" She grinned, burying her face between your thighs, her tongue licking up your pussy before attaching her lips to your clit.

"I'll–" You gasped, unable to finish your sentence and let your head fall back against the sheets, your bound hands grabbing the pillow behind you.

"Oh my god. Keep going, right there!" You moaned and arched your back, grinding your pussy into her face.

Tobin and her talented tongue did not stop until your climax kept growing closer and closer, your back high off the mattress, your mouth wide open not able to scream anything else but her name and still– right as you were about to come she stopped.

"Wha– what are you doing? Tobin?" You whined, the feeling of the denied orgasm for sure clouding your numb mind even more.

"I'm teaching you a lesson, can't have you running around not knowing who you belong to. I'll have you begging for me to stop once the night is over. Now, let's continue, babygirl."

"Yes, daddy." You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut as she kept edging you through the night, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you.

After last nights events you arrived at breakfast way after Tobin, simply because you had no idea how to fix up the mess she'd left on your neck. You had no makeup, no scarfs, nothing to hide what had happened last night.

You were sure your neighbors were able to hear your screams throughout the whole night. It was a wonder that no one had actually knocked to complain.

"Oh my god, what happened to you!" You closed your eyes and turned around to face Ashlyn, who had trouble keeping her laughter in.

"I'm sure you know damn well what happened, now let me enjoy my food." You said grumpily.

"You're a goddamn animal, what the hell, bitch, why did you never tell me?" Ashlyn smacked Tobin's shoulder and laughed.

"What can I say." Tobin shrugged her shoulders and you were quick to dodge them, walking over to your usual table.

"Don't tell me you burned yourself with a hair straightener." Megan asked raising her eyebrow.

Your face blushed as you looked away from her, no way you would be able to keep your relationship a secret now.

"Um, yeah I did." You lied and tried to cover your neck awkwardly.

"Common, Y/N. Who did this, huh? It must be someone from the team, right? You're not one for total strangers." She questioned, sliding closer to you.

"I'm telling you, nothing happened. Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself."

"Hmm, I wonder who could it be. Julie? No– maybe Kelley? No? Mhm give me a second, who else is single." Megan pondered.

In that second Tobin walked past you with Ashlyn, once again laughing about stupid shit.

Megan's eyes lit up. "It's Tobin! Isn't it! Oh my god, it's Tobin. You and Tobin are fucking? For how long?" She poked your red cheek and giggled.

"I can't believe you. Can you please not word it like that? That's weird and it's almost two years now. Crazy that no one actually noticed since we've always been roommates."

You looked away from your friend and into the speechless faces of Christen and Ali. This would be a long day. Where was Tobin when you needed her.

[blowingbarnes]

Candyman *

A/N: Again, my conversations with Em lead to my demise. Feedback is appreciated! I’m working on my Nat requests *eye emoji*. I did have to rewrite this cause tumblr was a bitch, so if you’ve read it already and enjoyed it, please like it and reblog.

Warnings: smut, badly written striptease? (can you even call that a striptease?), p*rn without plot, 69, butt stuff IF YOU SQUINT.

Word Count: 2,882

Summary: It’s Bucky’s 102nd birthday.

Y/N was in their shared bathroom, hair curled to perfection, plush red lips and lashes for days. Her outfit was the only thing she was nervous about. Was Bucky going to love it? Was he gonna hate it cause it brought him back to that time?

Bucky was sitting on the bed, nervous. But the good nervous. His black shirt clung to his muscles while his leg bounced, giddy with excitement.

She took a deep breath and waited for the first lines of the song, shaking the nerves off of her body.

Sweet, sugar, candy man

Christina Aguilera’s voice whispered “Sweet, sugar”, and Y/N took one step forward in a way that only her naked leg was visible through the open bathroom door. She did it again when “Candyman” was whispered and Bucky could see her in all of her glory.

Dressed to the nines as a 1940’s showgirl, she bit her lip and smiled shyly at Bucky’s expression. His eyes widened and then narrowed, his teeth biting his own bottom lip hard.

She walked towards him, a little more sway in her hips than usual, mouthing the words of the song to him. Bucky was hypnotised.

I met him out for dinner on a Friday night He really got me working up an appetite

Y/N jutted her hips in and out, flexing her knees. She stopped turning to her side, and ran her hands up and down her arm, smiling at Bucky and throwing him a wink.

He had tattoos up and down his arm There’s nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm

She walked closer to him and put one foot on the bed, swinging her hips oh so close to his face, Bucky had to give her inner thigh a kiss, but she backed away on purpose, so he wouldn’t touch her.

He’s a one stop shop, makes the panties drop He’s a sweet talkin’ sugar coated candy man A sweet talkin’ sugar coated candy man

Y/N circled around him and got behind him on the bed. Her hands were on his shoulders first but then she bent down, kissing the shell of his ear and letting her hands roam his broad chest.

He took me to the Spider club on Hollywood and Vine We drank champagne, and we danced all night

She let her fingers unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt and her hands roamed his abs and scratched them lightly as she kissed his neck and sucked a deep hickey.

We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise (a big surprise) The gossip tonight will be tomorrow’s headlines He’s a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop He’s a sweet talkin’ sugar coated candy man (oh yeah) A sweet talkin’ sugar coated candy man

Getting off the bed, she stood in front of him and turned her back to him again, bending down but keeping her legs straight.She was that close to Bucky on purpose, letting his hands roam the back of her thighs and ass, and he leaned forward and gave her a soft bite on her left ass cheek.

He’s a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop He’s a sweet talkin’ sugar coated candy man (oh) A sweet talkin’ sugar coated candy man

Facing him again, Y/N squatted and opened her legs, closing them in the same fast fashion, and brought her knees to the ground, crawling a couple steps to get to Bucky, she used her hands on his thighs as leverage to get up, bringing them to the apex of his thighs and crotch and applying more pressure, rubbing her breasts on his chest.

Well, by now I’m getting all bothered and hot

She turned around and sat on his lap, his chest flush to her back, grinding herself onto him, while her head was thrown back on his shoulder. Bucky’s heart felt like it was gonna beat out of his chest.

When he kissed my mouth, he really hit the spot

She turned her face and murmured those words so close to his lips he could feel her breath against his face. She was still grinding on his, legs open in a straddling position and while Y/N rubbed his thighs, he rubbed the top of hers, fingers grazing the hem of the military green set up.

He had lips like sugar cane, oh

Her soft hand grabbed his bearded jaw and brought him closer to her, thumb tracing his lips before she leaned forward and bit his lower lip, sucking on it. A grunt made its way out from deep inside Bucky’s throat at that.

Good things come for boys who wait

Bucky had gripped her inner thighs tighter, which only made Y/N lightly and playfully slap his hands away and stand up, but not before grinding onto his denim clad cock one more time.

Candy man, candy man (Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine) Candy man, candy man

She swayed her hips to the beat of the song, her back turned to him and a smirk creeping its way to her lips. When she turned around, her eyes caught his bulge, almost a tent in his pants.

Her hands found their way to the sides of her neck, and then traveled down her collarbones, breasts, and stop to squeeze them together, never breaking eye contact with the super soldier sitting on her bed.

He’s a one stop, gotcha hot, makin’ all the panties drop (Sweet, sugar, candy man)

Her hands slid down further and she hooked her fingers on the hem of her panties, pulling them down and kicking them off when they pooled around her feet.

He’s a one stop, got me hot, makin’ my (uh) pop (Sweet, sugar, candy man)

Y/N straddled Bucky, making him groan at the slight friction of her naked wetness to his clothed dick.

He’s a one stop, get it while it’s hot, baby, don’t stop (Sweet, sugar)

She kept grinding onto him, and to be honest, Bucky had no idea if the “baby, don’t stop” was because of the song or because of him.

He got those lips like sugar cane Good things come for boys who wait He’s a one stop shop with a real big (uh)

Mouthing the words against his lips, Y/N descended her kisses to his neck and her hand to the inside of Bucky’s jeans, gripping him over his boxers, making him let out a low moan in her ear.

He’s a sweet talkin’ sugar coated candy man (Say what) a sweet talkin’ sugar coated candy man (Say) a sweet talkin’ sugar coated candy man, woo A sweet talkin’ sugar coated candy man

The song came to an end and both of them were panting. Y/N wore a proud smirk on her face while Bucky was downright starstruck.

“Like your birthday gift, Sarge?” She whispered against his lips, her hands never slowing down.

“Hell yeah, doll.” He breathed out, hands squeezing her thighs.

“Well, then. Unwrap it.” Y/N squeezed her hand around the base of his cock and Bucky had enough.

Flipping both of them over and earning a squeal from Y/N, he ripped the tiny micro skirt she wore off her body, along with the top, revealing her breasts to him.

Bucky wasted no time in attaching his lips to her nipples.

“Fuck, Bucky-” Her hands went straight to his hair, pulling on the silky strands.

“Uh, uh. It’s Sergeant Barnes for you, sweet thing.” The darkness in his voice when those words came out of his mouth made Y/N shiver, wetness pooling between her legs and dripping on the mattress already.

Bucky kissed his way down her body and to the apex of her thighs, flattening his tongue and licking a long stripe there.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one giving you head.” She laughed, the ending of the laugh turning into a moan when he kissed her clit.

“Oh, you are, baby.” Bucky flipped onto his back and tapped his chin. “Take a seat, sweetheart.” He smirked at her dumbfounded expression.

Y/N complied immediately, choosing to sit on his face facing his body. While she lowered herself close and closer to his lips, she unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands up and down his torso once she did it.

Bucky was impatient to her featherlight touches and wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her down on his tongue, earning a hiss and a moan from Y/N’s lips, through gritted teeth.

“Oh, fuck, Sarge.” Y/N closed her eyes and braces herself with her hands on his lower stomach, his abs contracting and angry veins that lead to her favorite kind of seat popping.

Bucky let his tongue explore every millimetre of her pussy, never stopping. He flattened out his tongue and licked her from clit to asshole, and Y/N moaned out loud.

“Yeah, you like that sweetheart?” Bucky’s voice was dripping lust. And Y/N was eating it up. His metal hand reached down to rub her clit while he pushed his tongue in and out of her and his flesh hand went up to play with her nipples.

Y/N had her thighs shaking, nails scratching angry red lines onto Bucky’s stomach cause it felt that good. Until she had another idea. It was his birthday after all.

Y/N was already leaning forward so all she had to do was move her hands to unzip his pants and push them down his legs, Bucky groaned on her clit when he felt what she was doing, lifting his hips up to help her, and she slid his boxers off as well.

Her mouth watered at the sight of his cock, standing tall and proud less than a mere inch from her face. Head angry and red, leaking precum, certainly hard since her little dance earlier.

When Bucky licked her ass again and put one metal finger in, she moaned loud. Y/N grabbed his cock and licked a long stripe from base to tip before engulfing the head in her mouth and sucking on it.

The vibrations of his moan made her nipples even harder.

Y/N started bobbing her head up and down his shaft, and Bucky inserted two more fingers inside her, filling her to the brim.

“Holy shit, baby, you should see yourself right now… Downright dripping onto my face.” Bucky only riled her up more and more with his words and he knew it. Y/N moaned around his cock and he threw his head back before going back to it, fucking her with his metal fingers and teasing her hole with the tip of his tongue.

Which, in turn, only made Y/N suck on his harder. The knot in her stomach was growing tighter and tighter by the second and she was sucking her boyfriend’s dick like she was short on rent. It was sloppy and messy and filthy.

“Fuck- Sarge, put your tongue in me again, please. Please.” She took her mouth off his cock for a moment to say that, and he complied while she went back to sucking him off until she could swallow around him and feel him twitch in her throat.

“You wanna come, pretty girl? Wanna come on your sergeant’s face? Yeah?” Bucky could feel her nod and her hum in agreement around his cock. “Then beg for it.” He smirked and sucked a dark hickey on her thigh, leaving a bite mark on the other one when he was done.

Y/N took her lips from him but kept pumping him in her hand. “Please, please, pretty please, Sarge. Let me come, I need to come.” She let out a grunt when he went back to licking her and moved his fingers again. “Make me come.”

Which didn’t take long. Bucky moved his fingers faster and took them out to rub her clit while he pushed his tongue in and out of her again, and Y/N kept grinding herself on his face, reaching her release with a loud moan, but her hand never stopped moving, her thumb swiping over the slit on Bucky’s cock, making him groan into her pussy.

She rode out her high and Bucky licked her clean, making her legs shake with the aftershocks. Y/N got off of him, turning around and kissing him with all she had tasting herself and moaning, she moved to straddle him.

Bucky sat up, but never stopped kissing her. Y/N’s hands helped shrug the shirt the rest of the way off, going to his hair and pulling herself even more flush against him, grinding her folds over his cock.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby.” Bucky whispered against her lips, and she whimpered at the sensitivity of the tip of his cock brushing against her clit, she threw her head back and Bucky sucked on her neck.

“Need your cock, Sarge. Can I have it?” Her voice was so innocent Bucky would have a hard time believing it if she didn’t have his cock between her lips three minutes prior.

“You can have anything you want, doll.” He whispered against her skin. Hands going to her hips while hers went to his shoulders, helping lift her hips up. His flesh hand lined his dick with her entrance, and she shivered. “Ready, baby?”

She let out a faint chuckle. “Always, Sarge.” This time, the nickname had a teasing tone to it, and she threw a wink his way.

Slowly, he helped her sit down on him, her walls snug and wet around him. So, so tight.

Bucky let out a grunt and Y/N moaned, lips coming to kiss his. She grabbed his hands in hers and put them on her ass, a silent plea for him to squeeze it and spank it while she rode him. Bucky smirked into the kiss, squeezing her ass cheeks almost painfully tight before spanking her, making Y/N let out a yelp and squeeze around him.

“Feel good, doesn’t it, baby?” He pulled his lips away from her to kiss her jaw and bit it. “Feels good riding your sergeant’s cock?"

"Ugh- shit-, feels so good, Sarge. You feel so good inside me. Oh!” She moaned loud. “Always fucks me so good.”

Y/N kept bouncing on his cock, lifting herself up with a swing of her hips until only the head of his dick was inside of her, and coming back down with another swing of her hips, one that made her whimper cause it made her clit grind on his pelvic bone.

It was primal, their skin was covered in sweat and you could hear the wet noise coming from them in the room, which only made her ride him harder and harder, tightening around him when Bucky thrusted up.

“Wanna come again, Sarge.” She whimpered, but it sounded a lot like begging.

“Yeah? Wanna come around my cock?” Bucky kissed her neck and a finger went to rub on her clit while his other hand spanked her. “Wanna squeeze me tight and cover me with your juices?” To which she only nodded. “Come, baby. You can come.”

But she shook her head no.

“Want you to come with me.” Her hand came to grab his jaw and bring him insanely close to her. “Want to feel you twitch inside me."

Bucky only leaned forward and bit her lip, which turned into him sloppily kissing her in the process.

"Ride me hard, then, pretty girl.” He put his hand on her hip and brought her down harder on him. “Make me come, doll.”

His dirty talk only riled her up more and more, making her heart beat faster, and he walls flutter around him. Bucky was feeling lightheaded, he was in Heaven.

Y/N rode him harder and harder each time, the muscles in her thighs burned but she chased both of their highs. After a particularly tight squeeze, she felt him twitch inside of her.

“Gonna come for me, Sarge?” She smirked against his lips.

“Yeah, gonna fill you up to the brim, sweetheart.” He grunted out.

His hands went to his ass and boobs, tweaking a nipple while the other spanked her ass harder and harder, until she felt the knot in her stomach snap, and squeezed Bucky so tight he saw stars. She came with a broken moan that turned into grunts, and Bucky’s balls tightened and he felt himself coming inside of her, which made her whimper at the sensation.

They rode out their highs, Bucky still inside of her while they tried to catch their breaths.

Y/N took her head from where she had hidden her face on his shoulder to bite on it, and looked Bucky in the eyes. Cheeks flushed and a slick coat of sweat on his forehead, his hair everywhere and a lazy smile on his face. He looked utterly fucked out.

She brushed a strand of hair behind his ear, and kissed his lips. “Happy Birthday, Bucky.”

“Happy birthday to me, indeed, doll.” He smiled and kissed her palm, leaning onto her touch.

“I love you.” He looked her in the eyes when she said that.

“I love you more.” He kissed her again.

She smirked against his lips. “Love you most.” To which he also smirked and flipped both of them over, after all, the night was young.

[barbarasbae]

Just a Taste-The Dirt

Part four of Just a Taste 

Vampire!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

This chapter is very exposition heavy and I tried to make the formatting bareable

Warnings: blood mention, some smut, violence, death mention, near death experience, abduction, violence against women, 18+

SMUT BELOW THE CUT. be careful young readers

original gif by @bills-skarsgard 

“Hey, wake up.” A gruff voice demanded, shaking her thigh. “What?” 

“I wanna eat.” 

“Okay.” She suddenly remembered what he meant as he pulled her panties off her hips. She rolled over to her back in an attempt for it to be easier for him. He took his time, resting his head on her thigh, just barely dipping his tongue in her folds. In the sun, it wouldn’t take much to get her to say he looked like an angel, even with the fangs that could end her life in seconds. He nibbled delicately on her little bud, her sucking in air, her knees lifting. He smirked, her feeling it against her lower lips. “Does this hurt?” He asked, nudging the little scratch he accidentally gave to her the night before. “No.” 

“Okay, good.” He came up all of a sudden, blood covering his mouth. He wiped it off with the back of his hand, pulling himself out of his boxers. He put her ankles on his shoulders, rubbing his cock up and down her slit, her reaching down and gripping two of his fingers as an anchor. “Billy…” She whimpered softly, her headboard tapping the wall. Her door then opened, Y/n letting out a shocked gasp as her mom came in. “Morning sweetie, it’s time to get up.”

“Thanks mom. Can you shut my door?” She did, Billy going over from under her bed and locking the door. He pounced on her, pulling her legs back on top of the sheets and towels, cock bottoming out inside her. “Gotta give me a little bit of a warning...oh god.” She moaned, lips sucking on the column of her throat. “Y/N! THERE’S PANCAKES ON THE COUNTER!” Her dad yelled, Y/n trying to ignore it in favor of the boy that was inside her. She reached down, rubbing fast circles on her clit as an attempt to get off quickly. “If we didn’t need to be done quickly I’d tie your arms to the bed.” He gave in an empty threat, in favor of not just using his partners to masturbate. His abs flexed, a shuddering breath leaving his mouth. His thumb starting to fight her fingers for control of her clit. He won, her hand flying to her mouth. He came with a hard exhale through his nose,  her biting down on the back of her fist. He got off of her, finding his clothes. “See you at school.” He told her, kissing her cheek. “Bye.” She muttered, but he was already gone. 

“Meet me outside the boy’s locker room after practice.” Billy said in her ear in between the last bells of the day. She nervously waited in her car, watching the basketball team come out of the school before she headed towards the gym. She waved to the coach who had been talking to a kid named Christian that was in her English class. She got yanked into the locker room, a scared shriek leaving her body. Billy laughed as she caught her breath. “Not funny, asshat.” 

“Yes it is.” Billy was very naked, she realized. She looked away, coughing in embarrassment. “Why’d you kidnap me?” She asked, looking at her feet. “Wanted to talk to you.” She jumped, his voice in her ear. “Don’t make me put a bell on you like a cat.” She joked. She turned, hearing him zip up. “Trust me, babe, you’d be the first of us to wear a collar.” Her jaw fell open, him smirking. “I may have lied about what I wanted you to meet me here.” She raised an eyebrow expectantly. “I wanted fuck you before I have to go home and deal with my dad.”

“Not happening here.” She said definitively. “We can go to my house though.” That smile was already getting her in trouble. 

She took a deep breath and tried to think about how she was willingly sleeping with a vampire while said vampire parked his car. He could still smell what they had done this morning on her bedding when she let him in her room. He didn’t really good look at it the night before, thinking everything was just about as girly as he had expected from her. It was cute. “Your parents gone for a few hours?”

“Hour. What? I have homework.” 

“You’re not giving me much time here, baby.” She knew she shouldn’t but she felt special when he called her pet names. “Then work fast.” She winked. 

He didn’t have to be told twice, pulling her to him and unbuttoning her pants. There were some desperate kisses exchanged, her fingers pulling apart the buttons on his shirt, then moving to his zipper. She climbed on her bed as the clink of his belt sent a shiver up her spine. He stripped to his boxers, her pulling her top off to also just be in her underwear. He crawled in between her legs, warm hands sliding up her thighs until they found a home on her hips. His mouth was heavy against hers, a silent refusal to let up as her lungs started to burn. She tugged on his wet curls, gasping in a breath. She let a hand travel up his back, Billy teasingly sucking on the hickey that he’d painstakingly made the night before. Then something on her dresser caught his eye. “Wait...what’s this?” He sat up and grabbed it, her protests coming a little too late. He sat back and scanned it, looking up at her confused. “Y/n, what’s this about?” He lowered it from his face. It was her vampire notes. “Are you going to kill me?” Wooden stake had been highlighted and circled. His lower lip trembled a little. “No! I-I just-I was scared and curious and didn’t know how to process that I had slept with a vampire-” 

“You coulda just asked me.” He sounded upset. “I’m sorry.” He got up and threw it away, pulling his jeans back on. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“Going home.”

“Billy.” He looked up at her, his eyes red. She had really upset him. Shit. “Billy I’m sorry. You just scared me so bad when you said you would kill me if I told anyone and…” she trailed off, him walking to her and throwing her over his shoulder. He grabbed her clothes and then carried her down stairs. “Billy! Billy where the hell are we going?!” 

“Get dressed.” She did, Billy pulling his shirt back on, finding his boots. She couldn’t help but feel nervous. “Bring your coat.” She did what he told her, but he still threw her back over his shoulder and carried her to his car. She buckled, gripping the leather seat once he started backing out. He drove to the quarry and parked facing the water. “Billy you’re scaring me.” She said softly, watching the blond as he thought. “I really thought I had met my best friend in Santa Cruz. He was cool, older, good with girls. I thought he was gonna just show me how he does it, like teach me, you know?”

Billy didn’t look at her once while he recalled how he was turned into a vampire. It had happened about a year and a half earlier. Billy was standing on the boardwalk, flirting with a blonde girl and her red haired friend, the girls getting ice cream. Then this guy in a black leather jacket and a bright smile swooped in. “Come on girls, do you really want Rob Lowe jr to tell you where the fun is?” They were both on this guys arm in an instant, the guy waltzing away with them as Billy watched in shock. It happened again three days later, the guy telling him not to worry too much about it. “Plenty of bitches in the sea.” He winked, leaving Billy yet again alone. Billy would be lying if he said he didn’t find this douche attractive. Yes, physically, but there was also this...energy he had that just drove Billy’s curiosity wild. So he figured out where and when he was on the boardwalk and convinced himself to go talk to him. At least get him to tell Billy how he got girls so easy. 

“Hey! Rob Lowe jr!” The guy crowed. “Hi.”

“You come to finally get me off your turf, kid.”

“No...I wanted to know how you do it.”

“Do what?”

“Get girls so easily.”

“Sorry, magicians don’t reveal their secrets.” He told Billy and started walking off after a group of surfer girls. “Hey, wait up! What’s your name?”

“Jonathan.” 

“Jonathan.” Billy repeated. He started following Jonathan around, Jonathan showing him how he got girls so easy, taught him how to pinpoint what each girl’s weakness would most likely be based on how they smiled alone. It was crazy. And it worked. After Billy had been in Jonathan’s friend group for about a month, they brought him to this cave on the beach. “What are we doing?”

“You’re joining the big leagues, man.” Jonathan slapped him on the shoulder. There was a girl Billy’s age tied up, gag in her mouth. “Man, what the hell is going on.”

“It’s time you know what we actually do with most girls.” One of Jonathan’s other friends, a tall guy with long, brown hippie hair named Aaron going over to the girl and taking her gag off. She yelled for them to help, Billy feeling sick as she made eye contact with him. “Hey, calm down sweetheart. Just relax. It’ll be over soon.” The brunet said in a sickly sweet tone, the girl crying and trying to get away from him. Then Aaron had fangs. Aaron had fangs.  He held the girls shoulders down, sinking his fangs into her neck, a disgusting gargle leaving her throat as he drank her blood. Billy tried to make a run for it, but Jonathan was ahead of him and grabbed him by the back of his neck. “You’re so pretty, Billy. You’ll be such great bait.” He said, slamming the younger boy on the ground. “Get the fuck off of me!” Billy screamed, Jonathan straddling him. Jonathan pinned his arms down, someone else gagging him. “Be still, it’ll make it less painful.” Billy kicked and flailed, trying his best to get away. But he couldn’t get away and Jonathan sunk his giant fangs into Billy’s neck. Billy screamed into the fabric in his mouth, his vision starting to swim, a hum vibrating from Jonathan’s chest into his own, a noise of satisfaction. Billy was absolutely terrified. “Bring me a knife.” Billy felt too light, vaguely seeing Jonathan cut his arm before forcing Billy’s mouth open, the gag gone. Billy gagged as iron flooded his mouth but his limbs felt like lead. He couldn’t move. “How sweet, crying for help.” Jonathan teased, Billy blacking out as a pain like fire rocketed through his veins. 

Billy woke up on the beach, the waves too loud. “You feel ok, bud?” Jonathan’s voice found its way into Billy’s ears. “Fuck you.” He just laughed.

Billy stopped talking, looking over at Y/n. She had interlaced her fingers with his while he was talking. She looked down at her lap. “I’m so sorry, Billy.”

He shrugged. “Why’d you come to Hawkins?”

“Neil thought I was spending too much time with Jonathan. Thought we were fucking around. Also, I almost killed the mailman.” She looked up at him with wide eyes. “I’m kidding.” She relaxed, squeezing his hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask.”

“Its okay. I get why.” He said, knowing how scary it was to be on the receiving end of those fangs. “Wanna go get burgers?”

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[hyphypmic]

Drinking Games

Anon asked: LET'S HAVE SOME FUN! Can you write a drinking (and lewd) game with a S/O, Doppo, Ichiro, Jyuto, Samatoki and Dice?

Omg let’s go!

You had no idea what came over all of you, but Samatoki and Jyuto decided to drink with all of you at your apartment. You agreed, even if common sense told you not to.

You were all drinking and having fun in general, but then Ichiro was getting bored at one pony so he proposed something you all agreed to. Unfortunately.  

Drinking game time.

This was not going to end well.

Truth or Dare

Rule: Take a shot if you refuse to answer the truth or do the dare

What happens:

Everyone is drunk, but still sober enough to function because they all had pregame drinks

Even Doppo who had a pretty bad day at work that day

You all sit around the table and Samatoki brings over the vodka and the single shot glass

He fills it up to the brim and grins as he plops down next to Jyuto

They spin an empty bottle to determine who goes first, and unfortunately it lands on you

The alcohol was making you a little reckless, so you asked for a truth, not caring about who was with you

Jyuto flat out grins and asks you to say who’s the most fuckable

And you flat out give an assessment, because you’re a talkative drunk

You assess them physically and you end up with Samatoki, mostly because he’s a fucking pillow princess

Samatoki blushes as everyone teases him and all but then he gives you that kind of gaze that has you swigging from your third beer

The bottle spins again and it lands on Ichiro

Ichiro says truth

Samatoki asks Ichiro to pick in between his brothers

Ichiro immediately reaches for the vodka and takes the shot because he will not answer that question

They spin the bottle again and it lands on Samatoki

Dice is drunk, but he’s high tol so he’s fine, though he finds himself slurring as he leans towards Samatoki when he asks Truth or Dare

Samatoki grins and says Dare

Dice: Kiss the most attractive in the group

They stare off for the longest time before Samatoki was like: Fuck that and grabs the vodka and without pouring it into the glass, he swigs from it and takes a huge gulp

He places the bottle back on the table and spins it again

It spins to you again

You say Dare

Jyuto smiles, ready for you: give me a lap dance

And you fucking debate it for a while, but you find yourself standing up and dragging his ass to the chair

But then you end up taking the shot of vodka anyway before asking Dice to play Pony

You actually manage to give Jyuto a lap dance and the whole thing, from walking

The other boys are wolf whistling and staring

They unabashedly watch you and you manage to make Jyuto blush with your moves

When the song is over you sit back down, or when Doppo stopped the music

Jyuto is a blubbering mess and slides back to the ground

Doppo spins the bottle and much to his chagrin, it lands on him

Doppo says truth

Ichiro asks him if he would do one of us, and who would it be

Doppo says yes, but he wouldn’t say who

You all force him to take a shot and he goes for it, shuddering as the alcohol makes it way down

The bottle spins again and it lands on Jyuto

Jyuto says dare because he’s not a pussy like that

Ichiro means back and smiles: strip bitch

Jyuto doesn’t hesitate and stands up, he plays a good stripper song and he slowly peels of his shirt

You’re watching him remove his top slowly and unbutton it while he stares all of you down

He unbuttons each one, exposing skin as he goes down more, the muscled pecs flexing with every movement and he throws the shirt at you and you blink

You pretend you didn’t sniff it

He stands there shirtless and he starts on the pants, no one bothers to interrupt him as he does, swaying his hips with it

He then sits back down with just his boxers, his clothes in your lap

You toss the clothes behind him and do your best not to stare at his lean toned body

Fuck

He spins the bottle again, ignoring how everyone was staring and it lands on Ichiro

Ichiro says Dare because truths are boring

You: Booty call But you won’t know who it is

Him: sure why not

You: *dials Jakurai* then you toss the phone the minute the doctor says hello

Ichiro puts the phone to his mouth and he really goes like: hey, I’m kinda bored, can you come here baby and fuck me hard, I want you right now

Jakurai: ... Ichiro?

Ichiro immediately pales and tosses the phone back to you

You get back on the phone and just thank the clueless doctor before hanging up the phone

All of you die of laughter while Ichiro is a blushing mess as he takes the shot the sake of it

The bottle lands on Samatoki this time

Jyuto: Kiss the most fuckable person in the room

Samatoki just takes another shot and yells for you guys to stop giving him kissing dares

The bottle spins and it lands on Dice

Dice picks Dare and you dare him to booty call Gentaro

Dice, without hesitation, picks up his phone and calls gentaro: “Daddy fuck me now please I need you I’m so horny baby I want you”

Gentaro: wrong number!

Dice: you dumbass! *line goes dead*

You: that was easy

Dice just shrugs

The bottle spins again and it lands on Doppo

Doppo says truth

Jyuto: Would you do Hifumi or Jakurai

Doppo blanches and takes two shots, and he’s pretty drunk at this point because he’s kind of slurring already and laughing

The bottle spins again and it lands on Doppo again but the salary man angrily spins it and it lands on Dice

Dice proudly says Dare as he finishes his beer

Jyuto: since Samatoki is a pussy like that, kiss the person you would fuck right here right now

Dice wrinkles his nose and then stands up: I’d fuck al of you but... he spins as he closes his eyes and then stops, his finger lands on Ichiro and he raises an eyebrow

Ichiro shrugs and Dice immediately drops down to him and grabs his face

Making out ensues and you’re all exclaiming and practically screaming

Dice pulls away from Ichiro and their lips are swollen and that gets your drunk asses cheering more

Jyuto laughs: but you said you’d fuck everyone

Doppo immediately excuses himself to pee

Then Dice just goes around kissing everyone, though Samatoki just snarls ay him, but Dice quickly presses a kiss to his neck, he fully makes out with Jyuto, and he also fully makes out with you, grinding on you for good measure

The game continues and it gets more lewd as more drinks are consumed

The end was like this:

Jyuto was passed out on the chair, having received another lap dance from Ichiro, a make out from Samatoki, and making a booty call to Riou

Samatoki also has no shirt, since Dice dared him to take it off and he had a hickey on his collarbone from you

You had hickeys on your neck, care of Ichiro and your cheek was sore from tripping after finishing the vodka

Doppo was still swaying, but without his pants because the vodka ran out and there were no more drinks to shot

Dice was only in his boxers and was collapsed on you, asleep, with his hair completely messy and legs trembling from having to straddle a screaming doppo

In essence, it was pretty wild and you all only stopped when the alcohol was long gone and you were all pretty shit faced and just making out and kissing each other

Truths were forgotten, though you may have asked what their number was when it came to fucks.

To your surprise, Doppo had the biggest number.

But that was a story for another time.

[brianandthemays]

Bruises and Hickeys (Roger Taylor x reader)

A/N So, I know women are powerful and can handle themselves but sometimes I want a man to save me... that being said this was not requested sooorrrryyyy

Warnings: Gross dudes, one (1) punch, fluff, slight injury

Word Count: 1.4k

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           “Roger, stop”

           “Just hold still!”

           “Roger we are in public!”

           “So?”

You and Roger were jammed into a booth at some pub. Though there was plenty of room on both sides of the booth, Roger had chosen to sit as closely as possible to you. He was currently trying to get you to allow him to suck a hickey into your neck. His lips were all over your cheeks and jaw, trying desperately to get you to hold still for him.

           “Roger, I’m serious,” you insisted, pushing a hand against his chest. He pulled your hand to his lips instead and began kissing down your arm instead. You laughed, throwing your head back in elation. He looked up at your smile, pressing a lingering kiss to your elbow before surging forward to attack your face again.

           “I. Just. Love. You. So. Much.” He punctuated every word with a kiss on a different part of your face and neck. You blushed and ducked away from him again. But this time you placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him long and hard on his lips. The kind of kiss that pulled the air from both your lungs. When you pulled away, his eyes had a new glint to them as he smirked down at you.

           “Is that what you were looking for,” you quipped, raising an eyebrow. He cocked his head, your noses brushing against each other, as he smiled at you. He hummed, tapping his thumb in mock thinking.

           “I was thinking something more like this.” He darted forward and latched his lips onto your neck again. You yelped in surprise, hands flying to tangle in his hair as you titled your head, subconsciously giving him more room.

           “Roger!” You hissed, trying not to gain the attention of the others in the pub.

           “Just hold on.” He reached out with his hand to stabilize himself on the table, but only managed to knock over you drink. Spilling the drink all over the table and all over you. “Oh, bloody hell.”

You shriek at the cold drink, shoving Roger’s head away from your neck. You glared at him, pointing accusingly. “You owe me a drink, mister.”

           “I’m sorry, let me just…” He dove back into your neck, looking to finish what he started before you pushed him away.

           “Get me a drink.” You smiled widely at him, obviously enjoying yourself.  He smirked at you, kissing your lips quickly before sliding out of your booth in search of another drink for you. You watched him leave, your smile never leaving your lips, before looking at the stain now on your shirt, groaning in annoyance. You loved that man, you really did, but sometimes he drove you mad. You reached onto the table to grab some napkins from the dispenser. You had just started to pat yourself down when you felt a body press next to you.

           “So, did you remember my- Oh I’m sorry.” You turned and saw someone who was not Roger but another man. A much sleezier looking man who reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. “I think you have the wrong table.”

           “I’m right where I’m supposed to be, sugar,” he slurred, resting a hand on your thigh. Your grimaced, hating the feeling of his rough hand on your exposed skin. You shoved him off of you, trying to back away into the corner even further.

           “I’m sorry, I’m just waiting for my boyfriend,” you explained, hoping to get this man to leave. He shoved his finger against your lips, making a shushing noise with his mouth.

           “He’s not here, right now.” He raised his eyebrows, moving his other hand back to your thigh. Now you were angry, you had tried to be nice and that was obviously not going to work. You shoved him away from you, putting some distance between you and him.

           “Hey jackass, I’m not interested, get out of here,” you snapped at him. His eyes flashed and for a moment you were afraid. His jaw clenched and his arm flexed as he gripped the table. He raised his hand, maybe to say something else, maybe to do something more drastic but a voice from behind him stopped him.

           “Is there a problem here?” It was Roger, he was holding your drink but his eyes were dark, and had a look to them you hadn’t seen before. The man threw Roger a nasty look over his shoulder.

           “This doesn’t concern you, mate. Get lost,” the man growled, scooching closer to you. You sent Roger a look, telling him to help you but not to start a scene. Roger set your drink down and pulled the guy out by his shoulder, throwing him out of the booth. Well, so much for not starting a scene.

           “It does concern me cause that’s my bloody girlfriend, mate.” The word was like poison on his tongue.

           “Rog calm down. I’m okay.” You slide to the edge of the booth and grabbed his arm, bringing his attention back to you. His eyes softened, seeing your face, as he nodded, turning away from the man.

           “Doesn’t matter, stupid bitch wouldn’t put out anyway.”

You closed your eyes, knowing you would lose Roger to that comment. And, aloe and behold, Roger whipped back around and stormed right up to the man.

           “What the fuck did you just say?” Roger’s voice was loud and brought the attention of the rest of the pub to him. The room was now silent, and you grimaced, your perfect night ruined because of this drunk douche.

           “You heard me.” The man retorted, sizing Roger up. Then, the first punch flew. Roger punched the man so hard across the face that you were afraid he had knocked him out. The man fell to the ground, gasps and shouts rippling through the crowd. You flew from your seat to grab Roger before he could do anything else.

           “Roger! Stop!” You cried, running in front of him. He grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you behind him, somehow shielding you with his body.

           “Don’t you ever talk about my girl that way, ever.” Roger’s voice was so low, only the few people surrounding you could hear him. The man on the floor nodded, holding what looked like a broken nose. You stood on your tip toes to whisper in Roger’s ear “Let’s go, baby.”

           “We’re leaving, love.” With that, he took you by your hand and lead you away from the pub. The two of you walked in silence Roger’s hand gripping yours tightly. You could tell he was still wound up by his loud, short breaths, and his fast pace, not really walking anywhere. You bit your lip, trying to think of someway to calm him down, when you looked down and saw his hand. It was bruised and bleeding slightly from when he punched the man in the bar.

           “Roger, you’re bleeding,” you said softly. He slowed down, holding his hand up to look at it, twisting his face, finally feeling the pain over the adrenaline. “Let’s sit down.”

You led him to a bench, softly lit by the streetlights and the moon as you pull him down to sit next to you. You brushed your fingers over his knuckles, not letting his wince slip by you.

           “You shouldn’t have done that, Roger.”

           “You think I was just going to let him get away with saying something like that.” He snapped back, harsher than intended. “He was scaring you.”

           “I don’t care, you hurt yourself,” you replied firmly. “Roger look at me.” You pulled his face, so he was looking at you.

His blue eyes met yours and you leaned forward to place your lips on his. It was a soft, sweet kiss but it expressed everything you needed to. All your fears, all your needs, everything you needed in that second. You reached down and grabbed his bruised hand, brining that to your lips but not breaking eye contact with him. He bowed his head and kissed your hand in reciprocation. He was letting you know he heard you, and that he understood.

           “I’m sorry, love.” He murmured, looking up at you through his long lashes, the way he knew killed you. “Can you forgive me?”

You fought the smile trying to make its way onto your face, nodding your head slightly. He smiled at you and it was just like you were in the pub again.

           “Now, where were we?” He teased, bringing his face back to the crook of your neck.

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ok to that anon that sent in the request for basorexia and mamihlapinatapei from this post, know that I answered your ask but then I forgot to put it all under the cut and tumblr hates me and wouldn’t let me edit the post so I had to delete that post and I'm just putting it here! 

anyways, thanks for sending in the prompt! for basoxeria, here’s the ao3 link and it’ll be under the cut here too, lmao. I hope you don’t mind but I set it in the college!AU bc it owns my soul and it got a little longer than a drabble. I’ll write a little blurb for mamihlapinatapei as well, just not rn cuz I'm going to be lmao. but I'll rb this post with it when I do. thank you again ☺️

17:46 LECTURE HALL, HUMANITIES BUILDING, UNIVERSITY OF MILAN

Eleonora makes it to the lecture hall, finds their usual row, exchanges pleasantries with Dora and Jacopo, and pulls out her conjugation charts to review before class starts all before Edoardo even responds to her text. 

17:47, message from Edoardo  Coming in rn Did you save me a seat? 17:47, message to Edoardo  Yeah  Hurry tho Yours is a coveted spot  17:47, message from Edoardo  Only bc it’s next to you  😜😉 17:48, message to Edoardo  🙃  

She turns back to her conjugation charts, trying not to let that little shit emoji with its stuck out tongue plant thoughts in her brain, but not even thirty seconds later the doors to the lecture halls open and Edoardo enters. At the sight of the mess of curls atop his head, the dark scruff against his jaw, the long column of his neck and how a muscle or several flexes in his forearm as he holds the door open for some of their classmates, Eleonora finds herself swallowing several times against something thick in her throat. He looks into the lecture hall, eyes darting off the various groups of people before lighting upon her. He presses his lips together when he spots her, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tries not to grin and his eyes opening just a fraction more, as if he wants to catch as much of her as possible, and her heart thuds hard in her chest. 

Even after her clarifying conversation with Eva, Eleonora didn’t expect her reaction to him to be this strong, but it might literally kill her that they’re in a public setting right now. Her hands are itching to rub his scruff under her palms, pull his face up close to hers and guide his hands to her waist, her ribs, maybe even a little higher, and kiss him senseless. 

Not exactly something you can do in the middle of the lecture hall and still have your peers respect you as a normal fucking person. Want is a bitch, after all. 

He’s still holding the door open, people still filing through, but his attention is drawn from their non-communicative staring contest as Lelia enters and says something to him. She’s at the end of the flow of students so Edoardo walks into the classroom with her, a few slow, lanky steps before they stop at the row Lelia’s friends are sitting in. 

Eleonora tries not to think of their date last week, or how their date was the only thing she could focus on while on her own date—poor, poor Oliviero—whether or not Edoardo had a good time, whether or not he kissed Lelia, whether or not he decided to take her home, whether or not Eleonora seriously wished to be the one in Lelia’s position, whether or not his mouth is as smooth as his words are—

She’s fucking doing it again. 

In an attempt to pull her attention from Edoardo and Lelia, still chatting, she turns to Dora in the row behind her. “Hey—”

“Do you think that’s a hickey on Edo’s neck or that he and Chicco did something really stupid this weekend?” Dora asks, eyes squinting as she studies Edoardo across the room. 

Eleonora whips her head back around, examining Edoardo from head to toe—because her mind can’t stop fucking looking at him, noting how the dark fabric of his jeans clings to his legs, how his cardigan is pulled up on his damn forearms, and how he’s got on his glasses that make her mind go haywire—the knowledge that she should be saying something, protesting why this question is relevant, but all she can do is study his throat, how the muscles in it move as his head does, when he laughs, when he swallows, when he groans. It all but sends her into hysterics. 

God, what the fuck is her mind on? 

She spots what Dora’s talking about almost immediately, a dark red bruise near his ear that does look suspiciously hickey-like, but also vaguely like the marks she remembers covering Edoardo’s, Federico’s, Rocco’s, and Chicco’s backs after the night they decided to play smack-pong. The two possibilities of Dora’s question are both valid, but Eleonora’s mind drifts to one over the other. 

Her brain going places it really shouldn’t, Eleonora studies the way Edoardo’s mouth moves as he speaks, the tiny, pink glimpses of his tongue, the edges of his teeth first just as he talks but then as he sinks them into his lip in concentration, and is overwhelmed with the urge to be the one biting his lips instead. She doesn’t really even need that much, if she’s being fucking honest, just one damn good kiss that makes her skin tingle and her mind race and her blood boil that lasts until she thinks she’ll never know anything else ever again. 

It’s a weird desire, considering that, until last week, she had a boyfriend of sorts who did kiss her when she asked. And kissed her well. But, Eleonora thinks as Edoardo gives Lelia a final smile and little nod goodbye, he was never able to kiss her until her knees and shoulders and neck ached. Edoardo has the reputation for it. 

His eyes light on her again and this time when her blood races through her veins, she pushes her questions aside. 

“I think it’s a hickey,” Jacopo says as Edoardo starts toward them. He scrubs at his mouth and Eleonora finds herself thinking of each and every word she remembers coming out of it, every tease, every mundane, boring fact, every compliment—there are so, so many—and finds her heart beating even faster. 

It’s not just the guarantee of skill that makes her want this—to kiss him, to feel his skin under her lips, to be the one leaving hickeys and lovebites and marks—it’s just a little bit more than that. 

(If she stopped being a fucking coward, she might admit that it’s Edoardo himself. Might.)

“Hi,” he says, sliding into his seat next to her, and she tamps down the desire to launch herself at him. Still in the fucking lecture hall surrounded by other people, for fuck’s sake. Trying to remain in the realm of normalcy. She gives him a smile hello, rewarded with one that sends her blood pumping hot once again, and turns to her conjugation sheets to try to cool her body temp. Nothing like German verb conjugations to get one going, right? 

“So,” Jacopo starts, but Dora finishes for him: “Did you get laid this weekend?” 

As Edoardo chokes, she slides down in her seat, mind returning back to her inconvenient thought process. It’s going to be a long fucking lecture. 

[holylulusworld]

Imperfect Perfection

Request: everywhere on tumblr i read about reader with perfect body and perfect breast, now, can i ask you a dean x reader angst with romantic smutt end? (body with stretch marks and not model perfect breast) She’s still a virgin because boys always making fun of her body and some ass make a comment about her breast one night at bar in front of Sam and Dean? And she’s so embarrassed and heartbroken crying (angry Sam and Dean, her and dean are in love but scared to admit)some mirror naked love from Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, some assholes

Warnings: language, angst, violence, unsecure reader, sad reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), fluff, virgin reader, loss of virginity

  “Another round?” Dean rasps looking into your direction.

“Why not?” You giggle.

“Sammy?”

"Nah, I'm good," Sam says not looking up from his phone.

Showing you the new database he made Sam explains how to access it from your phone. You don’t realize you bend over a bit too much to give some guys next to you a good few to your cleavage.

“Man chicks like that shouldn’t wear tank tops. Only girls with hot boobs should wear something like that. If I wanted to vomit I would sniff at the dumpster behind the bar,” a smeary guy next to you grunts.

Snickering his friend eyes you up and down. Trying to ignore the hurtful words you concentrate to listen to Sam’s explanations but the guy won’t leave you alone.

“Hey, can you wear a jacket so I don’t have to see your ugly body?” The drunken asshole grunts and you swallow hard. Still ignoring the guy you turn around a bit.

Sam is busy explaining more stuff. Oblivious he shows you another function of the database.

“That’s great,” you whisper.

“I’m talking to you bitch! Cover your ugly, disgusting body!” The guy says and the dam breaks. Starting to sob you run out of the bar. Leaving a stunned Sam behind.

-----

“Where’s Y/N?” Dean asks coming back with the next round of drinks.

“That ugly chick finally left the bar so I don’t need to vomit.” The guy spats at Dean.

Cocking his head Dean towers over the guy. Flexing his muscles he stares the guy into the ground.

“What did you just say?” Dean growls.

“You heard me!” The guy retorts and meets Dean’s fist.

After he beat the guy into a pulp Dean cleans his bloody hand at the shirt of the guy. Running out of the bar he’s looking for. Seeing you sitting on Baby’s hood crying his heart sinks.

“Why did you leave the bar?” Dean asks softly.

“I…” Looking down at your hands you remain silent. Too embarrassed to tell Dean what that guy said you dare not to look at him.

“Because of what that asshole said? I beat his sorry ass to the moon and back. Come on. Let’s go back and have a few more drinks.”

“No, I rather go back to the motel. You and Sam can have fun.” You whisper sadly.

“Don’t make me beg.”

“I just want to hide, okay. I shouldn’t have worn that kind of top. I knew…”

“What do you mean?”

“Look at me. I’m ugly…my breasts are ugly…I have stretch marks … I’m a mess. That’s it, okay.”

“Since when? You are beautiful!” Dean says stroking your cheek.

"You only say that as I'm your friend. If I weren't your friend you wouldn't look  at me twice," you mutter.

“Say’s who?”

“Experience, Dean. Hot guys like you or Sam never look twice at me. To be honest no guy ever looked twice at me. I’m used to it.”

“Wait…What do you mean with no man looked ever twice at you?”

“What do you think it means? Exactly what I said.”

“You mean…you never?”

“Who would want to have sex with someone like me, Dean? Look at me…I’m ugly.”

Shaking his head Dean cups your face. Tilting his head he kisses you softly. His tongue forces entrance to your mouth while you’re frozen to the spot.

“Hmm…your lips taste like strawberries. Let’s get back to the motel and I show you how pretty you are.” Dean states, opening Baby’s door for you.

"You don't have to pity me, Dean. I accepted a long time ago that I'm…well ugly."

“If you ever say something like that again I’ll slap your cute ass. You’re smart, caring, beautiful and fucking sexy.”

“No, I’m not. I appreciate the try to make me feel better…but I’m nothing.”

Taking your hand he moves your hand to the bulge in his pants. Eyes widen you stare up at the tall hunter.

“That what happens when you’re close to me…every fucking time. Do you know how many times I got off on my own thinking of you? I even stole one of your panties last months to sniff at it to…well…have at least a piece of you.”

“I…uh…”

“I want you…I like you, really like you and I want to show you how beautiful you are to me. Forget those assholes. Does their opinion count more than mine?”

“No.”

"Good. Get in the car and I show you what a real man can give you. Let me make u feel good. I want to be the man to make you feel good for the rest of your life,” Dean whispers in your ear before kissing you again.

“Okay,” you moan and he smiles.

-----

“I want you to do something for me,” Dean rasps.

“Okay.”

“Strip your clothes off for me; I want to see you, all of you.”

Turning crimson you look at Dean. Slightly shaking your head you start sobbing, too ashamed to be naked in front of Dean.

“What about his. I strip my clothes off first and then I’ll help you.”

“Seeing you naked won’t help me…you’re gorgeous…not ugly like me.”

“Then I’ve got no other choice then ripping your clothes off,” Dean chuckles stalking toward you.

“You really want to see me naked?”

“I want to see you naked and then I want to touch you, love you.”

Slowly stripping your top off you bite your lip nervously. The top has barely time to fall to the ground before Dean is on you. Twirling you around he stand behind you to show you your body in the mirror at the wardrobe.

Moving his hands to your skirt he opens the zipper. Pushing the fabric down he groans at the sight of your lace covered ass.

“Beautiful. Look. Do you see what I see?”

“No.”

“We need to change that.” With that Dean opens your bra. Tossing the fabric aside he presses his chest to your back. Kneading your breasts watching himself and you in the mirror his cock starts twitching in his pants.

“Beautiful. Sexy.” Dean whispers. “Take your panties off.”

“Okay…” you whine before sliding your panties down.

“Now, look. Sexy. Beautiful…mine.”

Snaking one hand between your legs he starts stroking your clit. Letting your body rest against his chest you look at yourself in the mirror. Your face is flushed, your nipples hard. You never felt so sexy.

You can see Dean’s reflection in the mirror. His eyes are darkened, the pupils lust-blown.

His fingers move faster now and he groans into your neck. Dean’s breath is fanning over your neck and you want to close your eyes. Only feeling him making you feel good but you can't, the way he watches you in the mirror makes your heart burst.

"Come for me, Baby. Such a pretty girl," Dean whispers, voice slow and smooth.

“Dean…god…I…” you scream reaching you high.

“Do you believe me now? Do you know how fucking sexy you looked when you came for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Do you want to…we don’t have to.”

“I want you Dean, only you. No man made me feel so good before.”

“I will always make you feel good, Baby Girl.”

Smiling at him looking in the mirror you turn around to kiss him fiercely. Hit by surprise Dean chuckles against your lips. His hands cup your face to deepen the kiss.

Walking you backward he playfully pushes you onto the bed. Giggling you watch him staring down at you, licking his lips he groans.

“Not fair! I’m naked you not!”

“Patience…let me look at you…fucking hot. Look at those curves…hmmm…going to eat you alive.”

“What?”

His clothes are gone in a blink. Crawling on the bed he kisses every inch of exposed skin he can reach. Rough hands roam your body gently, while his mouth is busy sucking alternatively at your nipples.

Soft moans and whimpers leave your mouth while Dean starts kissing down your stomach. You have the urge to hide the little stretch marks with your hands but Dean shoves your hand away.

Sucking a hickey above your hipbone Dean groans against your skin. Strong hands spread your legs open and he moves between your legs. Giving you a cocky grin he darts his tongue out to touch your clit.

A giggle leaves your mouth when he starts sucking at your swollen bud as he makes the same noises while eating a piece of pie.

“I’m no pie!” You scold.

“You’re better than pie,” Dean growls before diving back in.

Starting to eat you out in earnest he sucks your little nub into his mouth. His plump lips wrapped around your clit makes you sing in no time. Fisting the sheets you scream and whimper in ecstasy.

“That was number two…hmm…one more Baby…I want one more.”

“Then give me one more,” you say.

Moving between your legs he slowly strokes his cock. Your hands pinch your nipples while you watch him lining himself up.

Gently pushing only the tip in he enjoys the little noises you make. Pushing further in he goes slow to no hurt you. Almost the whole way in he bottoms out to push back in until he's fully seated.

Gasping and trembling you look up at Dean. His hand finds his way behind your head to kiss you softly. Wrapping your legs around his waist you let him slide even deeper inside of you.

A low groan leaves his lip before he slowly starts moving. He's big and thick. Brushing over your sweet spot he turns you into a mess in no time. Moving his hips slow and even he pumps his huge cock into you.

Tilting his head he sucks at your nipples when he starts picking up the pace. Holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life you try to meet his thrusts.

Dean feels your walls tighten and knows your close, but he’s much closer. Desperate to make you come first he moves his hands to the headboard for more leverage. His knees dig into the cheap mattress while he starts thrusting faster and harder into you.

All you can do is scream and alternatively moan while you feel the knot tighten until you just let go. Pulsing around Dean you push him with you. One last thrust and he fills you to the brim.

A low growl leaves his lips when he slowly comes down from his high. Claiming your lips once again he moves his arms around you.

“You are beautiful Baby. I love you. You are imperfect perfection to me…” He whispers in your ear before kissing you again.

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[thefandomlesbian]

OH... MY... LORD! CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE SOME SUPER SOFT LOVING FOXXAY SMUT FOR THE REUNION THAT HAPPENED TONIGHT!?... LIKE I HAVE SO MANY FEEEEEELLLLSSS! *ps. Not screaming at you, I love you and I'm just super excited!* 😍

This ask has been sitting here since 8x05 came out. I might be a little behind!!

Read on AO3 for optimal experience since, once again, Tumblr ate my formatting. 

“My love, she speaks like silence

Without ideals or violence

She doesn't have to say she's faithful

But she's true, like ice, like fire

People carry roses

Make promises by the hours

My love laughs like the flowers

Valentines can't buy her.” -Bob Dylan, “Love Minus Zero”

...

Late one Friday night, Cordelia left her office for a bathroom break, all of her papers sprawled out on her desk where she had worked on getting her grades in and posted before the end of the semester. Going public with Miss Robichaux’s had increased the amount of witches in her care, and it had also increased the scrutiny the academy faced from the public and the government. After receiving certification to practice as a private school, she had an obligation to keep everything in order, and mid-December brought heaps of bureaucratic hoops to jump through.

It was for the greater good of the coven, she knew, but she felt like she was digging herself an early grave with the many nights of burning the midnight oil and retreating to Misty’s side in the wee hours of the morning only to be up at seven to help prepare breakfast. She hadn’t taken her blood pressure in weeks. She was afraid of what the numbers would tell her. The ever-constant headache and brief, flaring pain behind her eyes followed her like shadows.

Leaving her office, she slipped silently down the hallway into the bathroom. Everyone had vacated the academy for the end of the semester to go home with their families, but moving without making a sound was a habit at this point. On her way back to the office, though, she found the door locked.

The chalkboard on the door was blank, but the piece of chalk picked up from the string, enchanted by someone else’s telekinesis. In Misty’s elegant script, the chalk piece wrote, “Meet me in our room.”

Biting back a sigh, Cordelia crossed her arms and headed up the hall to the bedroom they shared. She pushed the door open. “Misty? I’ve got to get back to work. What do you want?”

She rounded the corner into the room. Across the room, Misty perched on the edge of her white chair, hairy legs crossed. A silky black lingerie dress covered her torso, but around her waist, she wore a strap-on. “Come here. You need a break.”

Tongue like a sponge leeching the saliva from her mouth, Cordelia licked her lips. Don’t. You can’t. You need to get your work done. “Misty…” Her voice was a croak. In spite of her dry mouth, another part of her body was growing wet. “I have work to do.” Misty rose from the white chair and approached her. Misty’s hands landed on her hips. “I need to get the grades in so I don’t have parents or the state government bitching at me.” One hand trailed up her abdomen over her sweater. As Misty’s delicate fingers passed between her breasts over her sternum, she shivered, the hair on the back of her neck standing up. “Misty--” Fingertips brushed over her voice box, admiring the vibrations there, and she cut herself off. Misty tilted her head upward to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Alright,” Misty whispered. “I’ll be here. Waiting.”

“Unlock my office door.”

“You got full access to the torture chamber.”

A grimace flexed across Cordelia’s lips. Part of her wanted to complain about Misty’s choice of words, but she held her tongue. A flame licked down between her legs. Turning, Cordelia walked with a stiff gait down the hallway. Sitting in her office chair felt like sitting on a bunch of pins and needles. Every time she blinked down to the papers in front of her, the letters formed shapes, the outline of Misty’s body, the shape of the strap-on between her legs. “Oh, god…” Cordelia massaged the bridge of her nose. “I’m never going to be able to focus now.”

The red pen in her hand pointed to the same sentence for several minutes at a time while she read and reread it. No matter how she tried to process it, she couldn’t shake the sensation of Misty’s hands from her body where her fingers had grazed.

When she stood up again, no more papers graded than before, and strode toward the bedroom, she thought hours must have passed. Misty waited on the bed with her legs crossed, playing Tetris on her phone with Stevie Nicks rising from the speaker. Cordelia closed the door behind her. Misty lifted her head. “Well, hey, there.” She glanced over to the clock beside the bed. “Half an hour. I didn’t figure you’d make it that long. You decide to take me up on that break?”

“Shut up and take me.”

Misty grinned. “Somebody’s in a rush.” She rolled off of the bed and approached Cordelia. “Come here. Kiss me. I miss you.” She pulled Cordelia close by the hips.

The strap-on jabbed her in the abdomen. “Oh, put that thing away.” Cordelia swatted it away with her hand. “I’m not even naked yet.” Misty laughed and bowed down to kiss her. Slender hands slipped under her sweater and lifted the hem up over her head. Cordelia brooke the kiss to rid herself of her top. “But you’ll fix that fast, won’t you?”

“You betcha.” Cordelia flung herself back at Misty, locking her arms around her body as she kissed from her jaw line down her neck, and Misty returned in kind. Nimble fingers unsnapped her bra and released her from its clutches. She flung it off to the side. “Ain’t you excited?” A broad hand covered each breast and cupped them in her warm palms. Cordelia hitched a breath. Misty’s touch was innocent enough--she didn’t squeeze her breasts or tweak her nipples--but it elicited enough fire from inside of her to make her sink her teeth into her partner’s neck.

Misty’s mouth formed a breathy moan. She masked it by brushing her lips up against Cordelia’s neck. Cordelia’s arms unhooked from around Misty and dipped between her own legs to unzip her pants. She grabbed the hem of Misty’s black silky dress and lifted it off of her. Misty grinned into the side of her neck. At a gentle nudging, she raised her arms for Cordelia to remove the fabric from her skin.

The black silk crumpled in a heap on the floor. Cordelia wrapped her hand around the phallus between them and used it to pull Misty toward the bed. “Come here.” Her voice grew huskier with need. She propped herself up on the pillows. Misty settled on her knees in front of her, hooking her fingers in her belt loops and wriggling her pants off of her rump. Cordelia wiggled to aid her. Left there in her underwear, she strained for another kiss from Misty, but Misty dodged, planting fluttering kisses everywhere but on her lips.

Tender lips landed on the junction between her neck and shoulder and peppered light pecks all over the hard outlines of her collarbones. Cordelia’s breasts turned firm under the stimulus, the nipples pebbling with need, and Misty’s hot, pink mouth wrapped around her right nipple. Her hand grappled with the other breast. The tip of her thumb flicked back and forth over it. Cordelia lifted her pelvis to grind against Misty’s body. The damp cotton of her panties rubbed against Misty’s abdomen. God, I need her.

With the flat of her tongue, Misty licked trails from the base of Cordelia’s rib cage to her navel, sinking her teeth into the delicate fat. She knew better than to leave hickeys above Cordelia’s shoulders where the students might spy them, but Cordelia’s squishy tummy and thighs were fair game for her to leave her mark. Cordelia squirmed as Misty kissed her navel and followed the thin trail of hair from it to the top hem of her panties. Misty’s eyes darted up to hers, and she slipped her fingers below the hem, waiting for Cordelia’s affirmation before she continued. “For fuck’s sake, Misty, take them off!” Misty chuckled. She slid the underwear off of Cordelia’s legs and flung them away.

The heady scent of Cordelia’s arousal rose up. “You smell so delicious…” Misty licked her lips and brushed her nose down through Cordelia’s well-groomed pubic hair. “I’d love to taste you.” She shifted her head to the left and kissed the inside of her thighs. Cordelia lifted her hips up, an invitation for Misty to do exactly what she wanted. Misty grinned. “Aren’t you just a lady?” She bowed her head and pressed her mouth right to the top of the split of Cordelia’s labia. She spread the lips with her middle and index finger on one hand. “You’re wet as the Okefenokee swamp, babe.”

Cordelia bit her lower lip to keep from laughing nervously. “I hope it smells better.”

“Oh, definitely, the Okefenokee swamp smells like--”

“Not right now!”

“Oh, right.”

“Tell me later.”

Misty didn’t waste any more time with comments. She buried her face into Cordelia’s vulva and slicked her tongue upward from her vagina toward the firm, erect bulb of her clitoris. Pleasure shot through her clitoris and went all through her lower body and up her spine. Misty slipped her middle and ring fingers into her vagina and curled them forward to the sensitive spot inside of her. “Oh, god--Oh, Misty!” She arched her back off of the mattress. “That’s so good!” She quivered with desire as Misty wrapped her mouth around her clitoris and sucked, flicking the tip of her tongue over it. “Ugh, I--I’m close--”

She offered the warning, thinking Misty planned to withhold it, but she didn’t let up; her fingertips pressed harder against the smooth spot inside of her. Tingles and pressure built in her lower belly. Fireworks exploded below Misty’s mouth. “Oh, Misty!” Her vagina contracted around Misty’s fingers so tightly, she swore she could feel Misty’s pulse. “Oh… Mmm…” A post-coital haze swept her up into its arms. But as Misty sat up, the tip of the strap-on brushed against her leg, and her tired eyes fluttered open. “More?”

Misty crawled up beside her. “Rest a few minutes, first.” Cordelia’s hand slid down her side to her hip bone, and it followed the strap connected to the dildo and dipped beneath it into her soft reddish pubic hair. Her fingers found Misty’s inner labia drenched. “Hey… hands to yourself, now, darling.” She formed a cheeky grin.

“I want it.” Cordelia pulled on her by the dildo. “Give it to me. Take me.”

Misty rolled over on top of her. “God, you’re so beautiful.” She framed Cordelia’s messy hair and flushed face with her forearm, gazing into her eyes with adoration pouring from her. Misty wasn’t just lustful--she was aroused, yes, but she was also hopelessly, helplessly, in love with Cordelia, and her every touch pressed that love into Cordelia’s skin and caused tears to rise to her eyes. Fortunately, the tip of the dildo pressed right outside her vagina and shocked the sappiness right out of her. She nodded a mute encouragement.

The dildo slipped inside of her with the same ease of Misty’s fingers. Her body stretched to accommodate the familiar intrusion. She lifted her hips upward. Misty moved her hand from stabilizing the dildo to Cordelia’s clitoris. The phallus produced thick, sucking sounds as it moved into and out of her vagina, massaging the delicate spot inside of her. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she relished in the sensation of Misty’s lips on her neck and shoulders. The rhythm on her clitoris and in her body syncopated a song against her heartbeat and the flush of Misty’s breath against her face. “Good lord, Misty, I feel so good--” Her hands reached for Misty’s back, clinging to her shoulders. “Ah--”

She was sensitive from her first orgasm. As pangs of pleasure looped through her, she stifled a cry with each one. All of the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Misty’s fingers on her clitoris set her aching with desire. Icy fire covered her whole body. “Touch me!” The weight of Misty’s body settled on top of hers as she relinquished the hold of her forearm, but it didn’t crush her. It warmed her from head to toe. Misty’s free hand slid under her lower back. “Oh, god…”

Cordelia’s fingernails dug into Misty’s shoulders. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Misty’s scent was heady with sweat and the grit of their bodies pressed together. The scent of earth and wildflowers which always clung to Misty, marking her as feral, belonging to the earth first and to Cordelia second, burned in her nostrils. She never wanted to surrender the moment, though her body grew closer to its edge with every thrust of Misty’s hips and movement of her spidery fingers.

Misty dragged her nose right to the hull of Cordelia’s ear. “I love you so much,” she whispered. She plucked Cordelia’s earlobe between her teeth and tugged it.

“Ngh!” Cordelia’s hands dragged down Misty’s back. “I’m about to--oh, fuck. Oh, shit.” Her eyes fluttered wide. “Misty, I’m gonna--”

Misty pumped her hips harder and faster against Cordelia’s. The headboard slapped the wall with each jerk of her lower body. Tingles raced down Cordelia’s spine and spread through her vagina down her trembling thighs. Her jaw trembled, teeth all clacking together. Her vagina tightened around the strap-on until Misty couldn’t move it anymore for the tightness there. Turning her head, Misty placed sloppy kisses all over her neck and jaw. “Mm… I do love you,” she repeated.

It took Cordelia a moment to produce an intelligent response. “I love you, too…” She exhaled a long sigh. Misty tugged the strap-on out of her, and Cordelia fumbled to release her from its clutches, revealing the messy pubic hair underneath and the sopping labia. Cordelia rolled over onto her abdomen. “Come here.”

Sprawling out underneath her, Misty spread her legs eagerly. Cordelia wasted no time. She fondled her breasts for a few minutes, lapping at her nipples and flicking them with her thumbs, and she traced all of Misty’s scars and stretch marks with her fingertips as she headed downward between her legs. She spread Misty’s legs with a hand on each thigh and licked her lips as she admired all of the moisture gathered up inside of Misty, all of the arousal there. Her tongue scooped upward. She relished in the salty, acidic flavor of Misty’s vulva.

The tip of her tongue traced the crus of her clitoris. God, she tastes so wonderful. “Mm…” She couldn’t help but make the sound. Her fingers tightened where they grasped Misty’s thighs, leaving marks behind. Misty’s hips wriggled, pelvis grinding on the air, as she sought more direct attention from Cordelia’s tongue. Deciding to be merciful, Cordelia opened her mouth and flicked the tip of her tongue right over the bulbed head of Misty’s clitoris.

“Ngh!” The thin sound rose from Misty, but it quickly darkened and deepened into a growl of something much wilder than the human woman lying beneath her. She groaned and tangled her hands into Cordelia’s hair. Her fists tightened there. It stung Cordelia’s scalp. She enjoyed the encouragement. “Ugh!”

Misty couldn’t produce words, but Cordelia recognized the twitching in her clitoris, the tell-tale sign that she had reached the edge of her orgasm. “Agh!” Cordelia sucked on her clitoris harder than before. “Fuck!”

It was the only clear word she managed to say before her orgasm consumed her. Thick arousal flowed from her body. Cordelia eagerly lapped it up until the last contractions of pleasure had swept Misty away, and then she sidled up beside her on the bed. Misty blinked a few times, her pupils all dilated. Cordelia nudged her. Misty turned to look at her. “You were right,” Cordelia said. Misty arched an eyebrow. “I needed a break.”

A dark chuckle left Misty’s mouth. “Of course you did.” She caressed Cordelia’s hip. “Do you feel better now? Your head was hurting earlier.”

“Yeah, I do. How did you know?”

“You always rub your eyes when your head hurts.”

It was a small thing, but Cordelia knew no one else had noticed it. Misty alone was observant enough to take heed of such a tiny mannerism and think of it so nonchalantly. “I do. Feel better now. Thank you.” She brushed a thick lock of Misty’s hair out of her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, darling.”

With an easy smile, Cordelia curled up in the crook of Misty’s arm. Her papers could wait. For right now, she was ready to sleep beside the woman she loved. Misty buried her face in her hair and inhaled deeply. She had never felt so safe before in her life.

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Baby Boy - Park Jimin

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"Baby boy," she hummed, smirking against his soft skin when he groaned back in pleasure. "You may be bad on screen, but we both know who's in charge."

His back arched at the feeling of her cold hands caressing his abs, fingers tracing every ridge and curve. Her nails dragged against his torso, muscles flexing at the sensation as goosebumps rose. Her hips rolled against his, teeth nibbling at his earlobe before she released a breathy moan into his ear. The girl nipped at his bruised lips, her tongue darting out to touch the soft skin before it retreated back into her mouth.

"Jimin," she moaned, her hands skillfully sliding into his jeans and tugged his boxers down to mid thigh before she lowered her body toward his cock that she would abuse until he begged for his life.

His hips bucked instinctively when her fingers wrapped around his thick length. She tutted, clicking her tongue. "Bad boy. You shouldn't move until I say so."

His breaths came out in ragged gasps when her head lowered onto his cock, mouth sucking mercilessly on his manhood.

Her cheeks hollowed, one hand fondling his sack while the other ran down his chest, nails raking against his muscles.

"Please," he whined softly, restraining himself from bucking into her further everytime the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat and slid further down before she pulled away and repeated the process. "Please . . ."

"Please, what?" She smirked up at him, eyes gleaming with mischief. Forcing him to look her in the eyes, she ran her tongue along the base of his cock before swirling the pink muscle around the tip. Pre-cum began to seep out from the slit before she cleaned it up. He cried out.

"S-stop. I'm sorry. J-just-- ah!"

Releasing him with a pop, she held his jaw firmly, crashing her lips against his and forcing him to have a little taste of himself.

"You better damn well be," she growled, a pained whine escaping his lips when her nails dug themselves in his arm. "I know you didn't mean it but . . ."

Her hand pumped along his shaft that was pulsing, veins bulging. The tip of her tongue trailed along the outershell of his ear, blowing on the wet skin seconds later before she whispered in his ear.

"I do believe you need a little reminder as to who you belong to, baby boy."

Jimin moaned out her name.

"That's my baby." She smirked, biting her lip as she watched his lips part to let out a silent scream. His back arched, fingers twitching and toes curling. Before he had the chance to cum, she slipped a cock ring onto him, smirking wickedly when she saw the panicked look on his face.

"Did you think I'd let you off the hook so easily?" Her tongue swiped at her lips before she pecked the tip of his cock softly, pulling her shirt off and unclipping her bra. He was so hard. And hella sensitive.

"N-no, don't-- mm~"

Her soft breasts wrapped around his dick, feeling like silk as they ran up and down his shaft.

"You like that, baby?"

"Ah~ N-noona~"

She smirked. "Now now, what did I say about that, Baby Boy?"

Jimin whimpered.

"Mommy," He whined softly as he slipped into his sub space, a moan caught in his throat when he gasped after her tongue began to flick the top of his dick as her breasts continued to go up and down, eyes round and glossy.

Jimin had just returned from an interview, the female host flirting with him every chance she got. He had smiled sweetly, politely avoiding and denying each attempt, but never acting out since they were live.

His girlfriend on the other hand, one that's ready to tear shit up when something wasn't right at any given moment, wasn't so civil. She had been watching the interview while chilling at home, fuming silently in resentment before deciding to change and head toward the studio they were at.

"Noona!" Jungkook smiled brightly as he greeted his hyung's girlfriend enthusiastically, hugging her tightly, ignorant to the fact she was planning a funeral in her head.

"Where's Jimin?" Her eyes darted around the building, searching for a certain person. She was going to kill the bitch that dared make a move on what was hers.

"Gia-ssi dragged Jimin-hyung somewhere to talk to him a few minutes ago after the filiming ended," he said absently, nose crinkling in faint disgust. "She's been acting really weird around everybody, especially him."

"What?"

Jungkook winced at her voice, eyes wide when he saw the fire that burned in her eyes, her nostrils flaring in absolute rage. "Did you see where they went?"

He raised a finger, pointing toward the hallway he had appeared from, brows furrowes in confusion when she placed her medical mask on her face before striding down the corrider with hell at her heels.

Her dark eyes flickered from door to door, body weaving around people, carts, and equipment, backtracking when she saw a certain head of fluffy orange hair disappear into a room.

'I'm going to kill her', the woman thought, walking with a vengeance as the heels of her combat boots clicked against the tiled floor, her whipping around as she ripped the door open, anger spiking at the sight before her.

Jimin had his back pressed firmly against the wall, hands held up in defense as the thirsty hyena advanced toward him, licking her lips as if he was a piece of meet.

Her boyfriend looked up with panic clear in his eyes as his lips parted to let out a cry for help, only for his face to pale and heart drop when he saw her.

Tia-Lia-Via- whatever the fuck her name is- whipped around. She raised an eyebrow, eyeing the woman from head to toe. "What the hell do you want? If you didn't notice, we're busy. Now close door. Oh, and go bring me a latte." She added as an after thought before turning back to Jimin with a smirk, only for it to wiped away when the woman snatched her by her hair and gave a harsh tug.

"Get your own coffee, bitch," she hissed, dragging her out of the room as the girl kicked and screamed the entire way.

"Get off me! Security- help!" Gia flopped around like a fish out of water, screeching at the top of her lungs. "Who are you- you crazy bitch?!"

She snorted behind her mask, rolling her eyes. "I'm the bitch he was eating out last night. And you are the one who's gonna walk away with a busted jaw."

"Y/N! Stop!" Jimin appeared, panicked and scared. "You're hurting her!"

"That's the point," she grunted, glare shooting straight through him before she threw the sobbing woman to the side, her hand latching on his wrist and dragged him away. "Just you wait baby boy. Momma's got a good punishment waiting for you at home."

She had cornered him in their bedroom, eyes dark and dangerous as she glared at him.

"Baby boy, you may be bad on screen, but we both know who's in charge."

And that brings him to now. Where he sat at the edge of their bed with her between his legs, on her knees, making him suffer for something that wasn't really his fault.

He tried to stay quiet, knowing one of his brothers would hear, but his girl on the other hand didn't care because she was set on making him know who he belonged to.

It wasn't long before he gave up, his moans surely being able to be heard throughout the entire apartment.

"M-mommy, please let me--"

"Not yet, baby boy. Lay down."

Her hands pushed on his shoulders gently until his back hit the bed. She straddled his waist, pants gone with only her underwear keeping them seperate as she grinded against him.

"Let noona show you how much she loves you," she whispered into the crook of his neck, nipping and sucking at the porcelain skin to create another mark that showed he was taken, not caring about the rules or the scandals that would rise should anybody see his hickey's.

Their lips molded together, moving in perfect sync. They fought for dominance, tongues dancing fiercely only for Jimin to lose, his girlfriend pulling away slightly, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. Her eyes fluttered open to see his eyes closed, face contorted in utter ecstasy.

"You're so beautiful baby," she whispered, sweetly kissing him one last time before she slid her panties off and gently gripped his throbbing cock that ached to be relieved of the pressure it had.

Her eyes pierced into his, gaze hot and full of passion. "Get ready, baby boy. I'm not stopping 'til you scream my name loud enough for her to hear you. For her to know just who pleasures you."

Her lips hovered over his, moving against them with every word. "For her to know exactly who you belong to."

[richietoaster]

Now I’ve Got You In My Arms

Pairing: Richie Tozier/ Eddie Kaspbrak

Warnings: hickeys, lots of hickey talk, implications of oral sex, implied top!eddie, a lot of fluff sorry

they are 18

word count: 2,726

@delicateloser @killerxqueer @richiietozierr

THANK YOU @tastes-like-cherry-coke FOR BEING MY BETA

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Eddie sucks in a breath when he watches Richie slide on a clean shirt, his back muscles flexing. He shudders and shakes away the thoughts because, Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier are not gay, okay? Especially not together. Just sometimes they kiss and give each other hickeys when they’re alone. (They don’t admit to anyone they’re from each other, but they wear their bruises proudly.) (Okay, so they’re a little gay.) (They’re hella gay.)

It’s just another day in Derry. The Losers are in the hallway grouping up before their classes start. Richie and Eddie are running late. Again.

Just as the warning bell sounds, the two are rushing in toward their friends.

“Where have you guys been?” Stan asks, his eyes immediately adverting to Eddie’s neck, “And what the hell is that?”  

“Richie’s truck wouldn’t start,” Eddie said, initially ignoring Stan’s question before he covers his neck, “Yes, shut up, it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“From who?”

Eddie side-eyes Richie nervously, “S-some girl.. I went out last night.”

“Out?” Bill asks.

“Yeah..” Eddie trails off, remembering the night before.

He and Richie were both shirtless, Eddie in his lap, slowly moving himself around, moaning loudly as Richie attacked his neck like the leech he is.

“Eddie,” Bev calls out while dramatically waving her hand in front of Eddie’s face, “You good? You spaced out for a minute there.”

“Yeah, m’fine. I’ll see you guys at lunch.” Eddie turns and walks away in the opposite direction.

“Not gonna kiss your best friend goodbye?” Richie laughs when Eddie flips him off without turning around.

“Is it me or did Eddie seem really off when he responded to our questions?” Mike asks as the group watched the smallest boy go.

“Maybe it’s because he got fucking mauled last night. Did you see the size of those hickeys?” Ben makes a face and chuckles with Bill.

Richie awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and it must be his lucky day, because before his uncomfortable stance could be sensed by the group the second bell rings, “Yeeaaahh.. I’ll catch you guys later..”

After Richie leaves, the group disbands.

Two periods later, Eddie is in science when his phone vibrates on the desk. He slides it between two books, trying not to get caught checking it.

Richie: what’re you doing  [9:56AM]

Eddie rolls his eyes and types back, ‘im in science. cant skip today.’  [9:57AM]

Richie: you dont even kno what i was gonna ask  [10:01AM]

Eddie: was it that?  [10:01AM]

Richie: ok yeah but this time its different  [10:04AM]

Eddie’s mouth turns into a frown. Different? How? Everytime he skips with Richie they always go get fast food together and only sometimes he convinces Eddie to smoke with him.

Eddie: what do you mean?  [10:06AM]

Within seconds he gets a message back, but this time it’s a picture attachment. He opens it, almost regretting he did (he really doesn’t), eyes widening. Richie had taken a picture of himself- only showing his mouth and below. He’s biting his lip and- Eddie slams his phone down when he sees it- Richie has a hand down his jeans. Eddie’s face is flushed red.

“Mr. Kaspbrak, are you okay?” His teacher turns around from the chalkboard, shooting him a worried glance.

“Yes, fine. Can I use the restroom?”

“Sign out, please.”

Eddie does quickly and nearly runs out of the classroom. He unlocks his phone, Richie’s contact still up, and types out a blatant, ‘where the fuck are you’

Richie: downstairs bathroom, near the music department  [10:12AM]

Eddie narrows his eyes and walks down a flight of steps, turning a few corners, before attempting to pull open the bathroom door. It’s locked. That bastard fucking planned this.

“Open the door, asshole.”

The lock clicks, and the second it does, Eddie is pushing himself through the doorway, locking it again. He faces Richie.

“You’re such a little shit. You know that?”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Richie challenges.

Eddie shoves him against the sink, “I shouldn’t do anything about it- you’re practically begging me to.”

Richie smiles cheekily, “Hm. I am.”

Eddie pulls Richie’s head back by his hair, lips immediately attaching to his neck, sucking hard. He has his other hand on the boy’s hip, tucking his fingers into the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head, throwing it on the counter. He marks up Richie’s entire chest.

“Enough marks, I look like a fucking cheetah.”

Eddie gives him one more on his hip just to spite him. He stands back up, cupping his cheek, leaning in to kiss him on the mouth, but isn’t surprised when Richie doesn’t let him. Richie doesn’t do mouth kisses. He thinks back to a few weeks ago when they were sitting in Eddie’s room when he first tried to kiss him.

“No,” Richie had said quietly, “Too intimate. No kissing.”

But Eddie still wants to kiss Richie. No homo, of course, because that’s gay and Eddie Kaspbrak is not gay.

Those thoughts are interrupted when Richie flips him to the counter, kissing down his neck softly, taking off his shirt.

“You don’t always have to be in control, Eddie,” He whispers against the smaller brunettes pale skin.

“I know, but I want to. I like it.”

“Let’s change that..” Richie kneels down, unbuttoning his jeans, shoving the clothing to his ankles.

“Richie-” Eddie tries to protest, but cuts himself off. His eyes flutter to the back of his head and brings one hand to his mouth to bite his wrist, and the other one to pull on Richie’s hair because good god.

The next time The Losers meet up again is at lunch. Everyone but Eddie is there.

“Hey-hey, you guuuys,” Bev sings, setting her tray down. “Anybody want to trade their french fries for my tater tots?”

“T-They’re the same thing,” Bill tells her.

“You’re a fake friend. Everyone knows it’s about the texture.”

Ben rolls his eyes, “Nuh uh, it tastes all the same. You’re so weird.”

“No, you both are weird. Texture is everything, it-”

“I’ll trade with you, Bev.” Stan speaks up. “I understand.”

“At least someone d-”

Mike cuts her off when he sees Richie parading over, bruises covering his neck, “Holy shit. You guys. Horton spots a hoe.”

“That’s not the correct quote.” Richie says while narrowing his eyes behind his glasses.

“Look at this, kids! What do we have here?” Ben pokes one of the many hickeys. Richie hisses in pain.

“Whoever gave you those must have been fucking rough. I mean damn, you’re wincing like a bitch. They’re so purple they’re almost black,“ Mike said with a small laugh before digging into his fries.

“You look like a cheetah.” Ben laughs.

“I told him that.” Richie mutters. If they heard him, they don’t say anything.

“W-Why did you let someone give you all of those i-if it h-hurts? And in s-school?”

“Because, my dear Billy,” Richie slings an arm over Bill’s shoulders, “At the time it felt fucking amazing.” He ignores Bill’s second question, but it’s just his luck that Eddie walks over just as he kisses and tells. Richie winks at him.

“Hey, Ed. You missed it. Richie was just telling us about his new lover,” Bev says, her voice filled with a tone salty enough to season McDonald’s fries.

“Excuse me,” Richie sputters, “You guys were pestering me about my hickeys- I said nothing about a lover.”

“Yeah, because there’s so many,” Ben says, reaching to poke at them again but reviving a slap on the wrist from Richie.

“You should see his chest.” Eddie tells them absentmindedly.

Richie shoots him a look, but it’s too late.

“There’s hickeys there, too? Damn, Richie.. Wait- Eddie, how do you know that?” Bev asks, almost knowingly, that salty tone almost tripled.

Eddie panics, “We have gym together.”

They don’t have gym together.

Mike changes the topic for Eddie’s sake, “Hey, are you gonna eat lunch, Richie?”

Richie looks at Eddie, “Nah, I ate earlier.”

Eddie’s face turns a bright red.

Eddie lays on Richie’s chest, tracing patterns onto his stomach. The other boy had fallen asleep minutes after Eddie snuck into his room. He’s been playing with his hair for merely an hour and his hand is getting tired. He retreats it slowly, resting it on Richie’s cheek, rubbing his freckled skin softly. He pauses his movements, suddenly extremely interested in what his lips would feel like, pressed onto the other boy’s. He doesn’t stop himself from leaning into Richie’s space.

Eddie places his lips onto his friend’s, cautiously, not trying to wake him. He pulls back only to do it again, however, this time he was not so lucky.

Richie’s breath hitches, and his eyes open. He sees Eddie hovering over him, and judging by how close he was, he realizes what he was doing. He sits up abruptly, letting the sheets fall from his body, and Eddie detangle from him. Richie searches Eddie’s eyes, unsure of what he could be thinking.

Eddie tries to speak but Richie touches his face and he closes his mouth.

Richie grabs Eddie by the neck, dragging him closer. His lips ghost over the smaller boys, before pressing his hickey-littered chest to Eddie’s, and parting his lips with his own. It’s not needy, surprisingly. That’s all the atmosphere has been between them, recently. Richie lets himself lay back down, not breaking their kiss.

Eddie gets the hint and crawls on top of him, mouths never leaving each other’s. It’s slow and open-mouthed and really, really messy. But it’s great. Fucking fantastic, actually.

The two kiss lazily until they fall asleep, Eddie still on top of Richie.

“Rise and shine, princess.”

A pillow comes in contact with Eddie’s face. “Did you know that you doing that could have like, killed me?”

“What? Me, kill you? I’d never, Eds.” Richie leans down, kissing him gently.

Oh, okay, so that’s a thing now.

Eddie sucks in a breath when he watches Richie slide on a clean shirt, his back muscles flexing. He shudders and shakes away the thoughts because, Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier are not gay, okay? Especially not together. Just sometimes they kiss and give each other hickeys when they’re alone. (They don’t admit to anyone they’re from each other, but they wear their bruises proudly.) (Okay, so they’re a little gay.) (They’re hella gay.)

“I don’t want to go to school,” Eddie groans and throws his head back onto the pillow.

“You have to, bubba. C’mon, up, up, up.” Richie pats his legs.

“Don’t have clean clothes,” Eddie says.

“You can wear some of mine.”

Eddie picks out a hoodie (it smells like Richie) and a pair of basketball shorts (Richie’s jeans are too long for him- curse that long ass bitch).

They brush their teeth together quickly before heading out.

It takes a few minutes for Richie’s truck to start. They end up having the neighbor help him jump it.

“Think we’re late?” Eddie asks.

“Nah, we should be fine. If not, we could skip first.”

Eddie catches the wiggle of his eyebrow. “You’re fucking disgusting.”

Richie grabs Eddie’s hand, raising it to his mouth, and presses a soft kiss to it. “Kidding, babe.”

Eddie’s heart soars.

“Well if it isn’t Richie and Eddie, almost late. As usual.” Stan gives them a look.

“My truck wouldn’t start this morning, again.”

“Hey, aren’t those Richie’s clothes?” Ben points out.

“Yeah,” Eddie shrugs, “I stayed over last night and I didn’t have any extra clothes with me.”

“Isn’t that s-sweet.”

“Yeah, sure.” Richie rolls his eyes at Bill’s snickering.

After the warning bell goes off, Richie and Eddie had never left The Loser’s so quickly.

Despite Eddie’s whines, they spend all of first period making out in the bathroom.

“You’ve never wanted to kiss me before,” Eddie says into Richie’s mouth.

Richie pulls back, “Mhm, I was missing out, obviously.” He connects their lips back together, weaving a hand into his hair, nudges his head into an easier angle to work with. Richie has his tongue shoved so far down his throat, Eddie feels as if he could choke (not that he’d complain).

But here he was, that feeling coming back again. Eddie groans, pulling away.

Richie notices and trails butterfly kisses down Eddie’s neck, making sure to kiss all of his hickeys.

“R-Richie..”

“Mmm?”

“S-Stop.. Stop.”

Richie jerks back immediately, his heart about to leap from his chest, “Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”

“We can’t keep doing this if we aren’t going to address the elephant in the room.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t.. Don’t act so incredulous, Rich.”

“I’m not, I-”

“We can’t keep fooling around if we can’t discuss.. Us.”

Richie swallows and avoids eye contact.

“Look at me.. Look at me, damn it.”

The older boy does as he’s told.

“Richie.. I-  I can’t do this unless.. Unless we can be more. I want more, I want all of it. I want to go on cute dates with you, and I want to hold your hand. I want to kiss you in public. Hell, I want to kiss you all the time. I want you. I want all of this, because I have fallen head over heals in love with you, Richie Tozier.”

Richie stares in shock as his best friend confesses this to him.

“Please, say something..”

Richie is too speechless. Yet the second he tries to, Eddie is backing away. “Forget it. I-I’m sorry.”

Which means, the next few days are really awkward. Eddie ignores Richie in school. He doesn’t go visit him in the middle of the night, and he locks his window so Richie can’t, either.

Eddie has been trying to eat his lunch as quick as possible and get the fuck out of there before Richie spots him.

Today he was not that lucky.

Just as he is throwing his trash away, he turns and bumps into none other than the boy he was avoiding.

“Hey,” Richie grabs at his arm.

“Let go.”

“We.. need to talk.”

“Oh, we already did. Well, I did.” Eddie pulls out of his grip. Richie watches him leave.

“Eddie Kaspbrak!” He calls out. When he doesn’t turn around, he sits on the seat next to Bill.

“W-What did you d-do?”

“Eddie is in love with me.” Richie states.

“Whaaat? Nooo,” Stan said without looking up from his textbook, his voice filled with sarcasm.

“Wait, so you guys knew and didn’t tell me?”

“Not our place.” Ben says, also without looking up.

“Yeah, plus we didn’t know what you guys were doing. You two have been out boning god knows who, because you both are stupid.”

Mike is clueless, Richie thinks.

“You guys.. Eddie and I have been.. Um.. hooking up with each other for the last few months now.. But, we finally kissed. On the mouth. Just a few days ago. And he doesn’t think I want him as.. As my boyfriend. But I do! I just was shocked to even say anything when he told me. Now he wants nothing to do with me.”

His friends are surprised by that (all except Stan), because they didn’t actually think they were with each other like that.

“You fuckass.” Bev rolls her eyes. “Eddie has been leaving school early, so if you go now.. You might be able to catch him.”

Richie has never run so fast in his life, and, obviously, The Losers needed to see this. They’re having trouble keeping up.

Richie is standing in the bed of his truck when he sees Eddie walking in the opposite direction.

“Eddie Kaspbrak!”

This time Eddie turns to look at him. The students around him are looking, too. He rolls his eyes and walks back to him. “What are you doing?”

“I want it too, Eds! I want more, I want all of it. I want to take you on those cute dates and I want to hold your hand and kiss you in public, in private, all the time. I, too, am in love. More specifically, in love with you, Eddie Kaspbrak. I want to give you so much more.. But I think you’ll have to be my boyfriend first.” Richie hops down from his truck and reaches out for Eddie’s face, “What do you say, bug?”

Eddie nods, his eyes brimming with tears he tried to will away, “Took you long enough,” and lets Richie kiss him into oblivion. “I’m so in love with you.”

“And I you.” Richie leans back in, capturing Eddie’s lips in his own, with every ounce of energy he has inside of him. There are stars behind his eyes and honestly, Richie never wants to leave the presence of Eddie’s arms.