#slight rant in the tags here but schools been kicking my ass and I’ve been so tired lately and had a hard time

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

you guys are not ready for this grian I drew however the wifi here is shit and tumblr won’t let me post it so you’re spared for now

[quirkyasfok]

Proving Richie Wrong

Relationship: Bill x Eddie (kaspbrough), Tozenbrak (Hinted)

Tags: PWP, roughness, bruises, Top Eddie, Bottom Bill, Mild Language

Summary: Richie pisses Eddie off. Bill comes up with a solution, and a way to make Eddie feel better. 

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Eddie storms through the Denbrough house without a single care how loud he is. Bill’s parents aren’t here (though even if they were he would have probably been just as loud just to see if they’d acknowledge his or Bill’s presence for once). He slams the front door open, marches through the hall, stomps up the stairs, and opens Bill’s door so hard that it flies against the walls causing the items on the shelves near to shake. Bill looks up at him from his spot on the bed like he’s surprised Eddie’s here, and didn’t just come storming through his household.

“E-eddie? What’s wrong?”

“Richie.” He clenches his teeth as he says the name, fist shaking as his sides. Bill doesn’t even look surprised.

“What did R-richie do now?”

“What did he do? What did he do? What doesn’t he do!” He throws his hands up in a rage, kicks the door shut, and begins pacing around Bill’s room as he rants. “I know I shouldn’t let what he says get to me, but the asshole knows just what to say to get under my skin and it makes me so mad. Today he kept making short jokes at me, and had the audacity to say I must be a bottom because I’m short!”

“What’s wrong w-with being a b-b-bottom?”

“Nothing, but ugh! He can’t just assume shit like that, and even when I said I’ve topped the asshole wouldn’t believe me!” He pauses midstride to look at Bill who’s watching him slightly confused. “Tell me Bill, who tops in our relationship.”

“Well, technically we s-ssswitch-��

“Yes, but who usually tops?”

“You do.”

“Exactly!”

“I j-just don’t get why y-you’re so angry about w-w-what R-richie thinks…”

“I’m not I just,” He sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “I couldn’t give a fuck what Richie thinks, but he just knows the right way to get under my skin and I just UGGGHHHH!”

Bill watches him have a little mini rant dance in the middle of his room, before speaking up again.

“I know something w-we can do that will make you happy.” He drops his hands and looks at Bill defeated.

“What?”

“We could p-prove R-richie wr-wrong.”

Eddie stares at Bill uncertain how to respond to that before surging forward and tugging Bill into an aggressive kiss. Nothing about it is cute or innocent. It’s hungry, rough, and bruise inducing. Their lips slide together. Their tongues dance. A soft moan makes its way from the back of Bill’s throat.

Eddie is the first to pull away. He slides his lips along Bills chin, down his neck, and finally holds his shirt collar to the side so he can latch onto Bill’s collar bone. It’s his absolute favorite place to leave his mark, because he knows Bill can hide it from wandering eyes, but Eddie still gets to see the splash of colors peek through whenever Bill fiddles with his shirt collar.

He pulls away long enough for the both of them to lose their shirts.

“Is this okay,” he whispers. Bill gives a needy moan as Eddie latches onto one of his nipples.

“Y-yea.”

There a mess of limbs. Hands gripping and grabbing. Lips marking any open flesh.

Eddie worms his way between Bill’s legs, and has him lift his hips so he can yank his pants and boxers off. Bill shivers at the expose, a flush spreading from his checks to his upper chest. Eddie gets hit with the scent of his favorite strawberry soap that Bill owns, and the heavy musky scent that’s all Bill. He grabs at the other boy’s thighs, and presses kisses along Bill’s hips. There’s a slight taste of soap that makes him smile.

“Did you clean yourself for me Big Bill? Get yourself ready for my arrival?”

He looks up to see Bill giving him a sly little smile.

“Well, you s-sssaid you w-were coming over today.”

“Your ridiculous Billy.” He gets up so that he can strip out of his own pants, grabs the bottle of lube and a condom from Bill’s bedside dresser, and drops the bottle onto Bill’s belly before climbing back between his legs. “But you may as well finish what you started.”

Bill seems a little nervous as he pops the cap and pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. Especially, when Eddie grabs a hold of his thighs again, and holds his legs open for him. His knees held up near his head, and everything he has being put on display for Eddie’s pleasure.

“E-e-eddie.” He whines. Eddie rubs comforting circles with his thumbs against his thighs.

“Come on Bill, I wanna see you. Let me see you open yourself for me.”

Bill shivers at this and nods. He reaches down and presses the first finger to his entrance. There’s some slight resistance, but he slips the finger in. Eddie kisses his thighs as he works himself. Watches as the finger moves in and out of Bill’s ass before another one is slipped in next to it. By the time he inserts a third Eddie has left dark hickies all over his thighs and bite mark a few inches from his knee. The faster he moves his fingers, the louder he moans, the darker the bruise Eddie seems to leave on his flesh.

“I’m r-r-ready E-e-eddie.”

Eddie smirks and gives his thighs one last kiss before tapping Bill on the hips and telling him to roll over. As Bill changes positions he slips the condom on, and moves to position himself behind the taller male.

“Let’s prove Richie wrong, shall we?”

Bill smirks back at him, and wiggles his ass in encouragement for Eddie to go for it.  

----- The next day at school Bill arrives with a slight limp, puffy lips, a few visible bruises, and a happy smile on his face. Next to him, almost a full half a foot shorter, Eddie stands looking smug as fuck. Richie looks between the two of them confused.

“How does that even work?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and gives him the finger.

“Like I said Richie, size don’t mean shit. Plus, you’d be surprised by the stuff I can do in bed.” He gives Bill’s ass a hard slap as though to emphasize his point, and then swaggers off with his head held high. The other two watch him go before Richie turns to Bill.

“You got something to add Big Bill?”

Bill shrugs.

“B-before I didn’t think I w-would like b-bottoming but… Eddie always m-makes it really en-enjoyable.” He gives Richie a little smile before trailing off after his boyfriend.

It takes Richie several minutes to will his erection away before he can follow after them.

[chibstelfordimagines]

Joining The Family - Happy Imagine

Imagine throwing your first family dinner at your house and stressing at about it. Happy assures you that ever thing is going to be great.

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I pull my hair into a ponytail a loud sigh escaping me as I look at all the food siting in front of me. The pressure was starting to build on my shoulders at the thought of cooking all this food on my own. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been cooking all my life and my father owned his own restaurant so naturally I was good at cooking, but the thought of cooking for the club was daunting. Gemma had suggested the idea a few weeks ago after I had gotten Happy’s crow tattooed on me. Getting that done was a huge commitment and meant that I was officially apart of the family, in a way I think that this is Gemma’s idea of testing me, for me to prove that I can hold the responsibilities of an old lady. Right now I was starting to doubt my own abilities at being a good old lady.

“Please god kill me” I say to myself and get startled as I hear my old mans all to familiar voice.

“You doing okay baby?” His voice carried both concern and amusement as he enters the kitchen.

“Oh yea I’m fantastic feeling really great about cooking for the entire club” The sarcasm dripped from my voice so obviously that you would have to be stupid not to notice it. The look of concern left Hap’s face so all that was left was amusement which earned him a hard glare.

“You’re stressing” He stated simply making his way towards me at a slow pace.

“Stating the obvious much! I mean I’m cooking for everyone, not two or three, everyone! What if I mess up then everyone’s going to know! Oh my god what if I mess up and with Gemma there oh my god I would be a joke and-” My panicked rant was cut short as Happy took my face into his hands and brought my eyes up to meet his brown ones.

“Relajar niña - relax baby girl ” He says and tingles shoot through my whole body as he speaks in Spanish. Happy only does this when he’s tired or when he just comes back from his Moms where he had just happened to come home from right now. “todo va a estar bien. Vas a hacer grandes como siempre lo eres - everything is going to be alright. You are going to do great just like you always are” I smile at his words before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his lips, pulling back I give him a loving look, the panic I felt decreased, panic over … hopefully.

“gracias mi amor - thank you my love” I say softly turning around taking another look at the challenge in front of me “ Siempre sabes que decir - you always know what to say” Happys hands grip my waist and his chin rests on top of my head.

“Because I know you baby, like the back of my hand” after this he gives you a brief kiss on the neck before giving your hips another squeeze and walking off to somewhere in the house. Most likely the garage to work on an old bike of his.

“You can do this” is the self motivation you come up with, although not much, it seemed to do the trick because before your mind had caught up with your body your hands where chopping, slicing and dicing without your consent and suddenly you felt right at home. For the rest of the day you didn’t stop moving, always checking temperatures, making sure things where cooking, adding extra ingredients. You wanted it perfect and you couldn’t mess up, not today. By the time everything was done and dusted Happy waltzed into the kitchen in a changed pair of clothes but still the Kutte hung from his body.

“I told you babe, you’re the best cook I know” he smiled as you wrapped your arms around one another “but don’t tell Gemma I said that, she’ll kick my ass”

“She so would” you can’t help but tease as you laugh and Happy smirks

“You think so?” He teases and you can tell by the sound of his voice that he’s in a playful mood which usually only leads to one thing.

“Down big boy, everyone will be here in an hour and I still need to get ready” you laugh at his pouting expression as he growls in protest. “Patience baby, wait till everyone’s gone and we’ll have some fun” you purr in his ear before pulling yourself away from his body.

“You better keep that promise baby girl” Happy shouts as you reach the second floor of your house.

“You’ll just have to wait and see”

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You could hear the murmur of voices from upstairs in both yours and Happy’s room. Butterflies suddenly flooded your stomach as you made you way down stairs. You haven’t gotten too dressed up, just some heels and a nice top plus the jeans that Happy loved. Walking into the kitchen you stop in your tracks. Gemma stood over the stove with a judging gleam in her eyes, whether it was the good judgement or the bad you couldn’t tell but you had a feeling that you where going to find out.

“Hey Gemma” you greet as you walk further into the kitchen, she turned to you, giving her signature smirk.

“Hey baby” she says, her voice light and welcoming but you knew not to take that for granted. You move towards the stove making sure the pasta was cooking correctly, which it was, making you sigh in relief. “Look sweetheart Happy told me” you look to her in confusion.

“Happy told you what?” The genuine confusing you feel coming across in your voice.

“About how you where stressed out today cooking this dinner, thinkin that I was gonna bitch slap you or some shit if you got it wrong” she says with slight humour in her voice and I watch her carefully.

“But it’s a big deal and it’s like a right of passage type thing that I had to get right and if I didn’t do it right then something would-” she cut me off after a short time my rambling which I was grateful for knowing that I would have only continued.

“Y/N” she says seriously “if I didn’t like you, you’d know about it, trust me sweetie. As for the dinner I thought it’d be good for you to get used to cooking for a big family. I mean I can’t speak for you but I know that Happy wants a load of kids and if you include his Mom coming round and his aunt, honey your gonna have a lot on your plate” relief washed over me as she says this. A smile forms on hers while she watches me realising that this isn’t a test.

“I’m sorry I got myself all worked up over nothing, I tend to do that” I admit while walking over to the pot and taking it of of the stove.

“It’s okay baby, you’re lucky I actually like you or else I would have gotten the wrong idea” Gemma laughs before starting to get off back to the dining room.

“Hey Gem?” She turns back waiting for my question “he wants a lot of kids?” The cheesy smile on my face is inevitable as Gemma shakes her head in amusement.

“Form what I’m hearing your gonna have enough to fill a god damn school” Gemma’s face before more soft and her body language changes completely “he wants your kids, don’t let him tell you any different”

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By the time everyone had left Happy had taken it upon himself to rip my clothes from my body and have his way with me, very roughly and very sensually. We lay panting side by side the blankets spread over our naked bodies. My head resting against his chest with his arm around my small frame. The conversation I had with Gemma still sat in the back boiler of my brain as Happy’s fingers trailed lightly up and down my bare arm.

“te amo bebé - i love you baby girl” Happy’s voice rumbles into my ear thick with sleep and want, as his arms tightened around me.

“Y te amo mi amor - and I love you my love” it was silent for a while as we got comfortable and ready to sleep but I couldn’t shake what Gemma had said to me. “I spoke with Gemma tonight” he grunted in acknowledgment his face buried into my neck. “She said something to me that I can’t get off my mind”

“And what’s that?”

“Apparently you want me to have your babies” he temporarily stops breathing but recovers quickly as he comes up to lean on his arm next to my head.

“I never said that! That’s-”

“Completely true” I say cutting him off with humour in my voice as I do so. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s having a mental debate in his head, probably on whether to tell the truth or not. I decide to help him out. “Look I know we haven’t spoken about this yet and we are still newly together - hell we haven’t even spoken about our future together - but I want you to know that I really want to have your kids one day…and I think you would be an amazing father” the emotion that appears in his eyes is almost too intense that I have to look away.

“You are the first women that I’ve dated that my mom considers family. That’s serious shit for me, so I’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon and neither is my Mom” I laugh at this because I considered his mom to be family as well “and she is expecting a lot of grandchildren and I plan to give them to her - I hope that I don’t fuck up so bad that you realise you’re too good for me because I really want you to be the mother to my children”

“Aw Happy” you can’t help my pull him into your body as the emotion over takes you and you can’t help but feel as though for the first time in a long time, you where apart of a family.

( sorry not my best, this is just a quick one from a few months ago )

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