#seriously i gets boring after the same fucking ''I need boy pussy'' joke

[cometmothman]

The world if people didn't constantly make posts about how they NEEEEEEDDDD to fuck transmen

[jarofstyles]

ex-lover harry kissing y/n in the middle of a uncomfortable conversation. they’re at a friend’s house (kitchen maybe??). “just making sure you’re still mine. you are, aren’t you? i bet you’re so wet for me right now” 🥵🥵🥵

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The air was tense.

Y/N and Harry had broken up a year ago, and the terms…. We’re not great. Harry had been busier at work and he hadn’t made proper time to spend with her. It was his fault, and he knew that. But she also hadn’t told him, she hadn’t communicated she felt neglected and he had assumed she was fine. Starting his own tattoo shop, he had been working later nights and spending time as he figured out how to run a business.

Y/N was so supportive, she loved that he was getting his dream to come true. But… she also was aware there were things he was doing that weren’t necessary. His attitude got bad the more he stressed and it all exploded one night at the shop. Forgetting their dinner reservation, he had been buried in his designs when she stomped in with tears down her cheeks and a gorgeous blue dress hugging her body. Dropping her key to his place, she attempted to break it off there.

It had been a large fight, both had said some things they didn’t really mean but wanted to hurt the other so they could get a taste of the others pain. It ended with a smashed wall from Harry’s fist and Y/N storming out with a broken heart.

The problem was, their friends still ran in the same circle. Everyone had been shocked at their. Breakup because… Harry and Y/N were perfect for each other. They had been perfect together and no one saw it coming. Still, their friends didn’t choose sides though they made sure each knew that.

Theyd managed to avoid each other mostly. All until now. The kitchen at Tyler’s house, a passing comment making both of them bristle and hushed argument commence.

“Would you fucking grow up, Harry?” Y/N hissed. He got under her skin so fucking badly. “Seriously. I don’t understand why you need to make these little quips. Especially about my friend.” She had come with a coworker who was taken shelter outside the kitchen, not wanting to deal with the aftermath of it all.

Harry was jealous.

Still, to this day. He didn’t like the idea of Y/N with anyone else. It burned his blood, knowing someone else could possibly be touching her or thinking they knew her when they didn’t. No know knew his Y/N like he did.

“Why? Why I’m making these little quips?” He laughed humorlessly, stepping closer to her. The jealousy was boiling over, his hand grabbing her chin as he backed her up into the counter. “Y’don’t know? That’s rich. Coming in here… flaunting around a boy toy. Even after seeing me? As if I’m supposed to just… accept that?” He sneered, shaking his head.

“We aren’t together! I’m not flaunting anything. I came with a coworker. Who’s a hell of a lot nicer to me than you are.” She hissed, pushing at his chest but to no avail. Harry wasn’t going to let up, her works making him snarl.

“Oh? He’s nicer, is he?” He rolled his eyes. “He gives you what you want? Everything?” His tone was smug, making her eyes light up in anger. Before she could retort he was continuing. “He gives you the sweet words in your ear, hm? Does he bore you? Because we both know you like the dirty things. You like to be used and fucked like a pretty little slut. And you like big cock. I don’t think his can stretch you quite like mine can.” He was being cocky, arrogant, and god if it didn’t make her cunt weep.

“Shut. Up.” Her hiss was angry, wanting to claw at him but… she couldn’t. Not when he was right.

“No. M’not. Because Ive let this go on too long, and you’ve seemed to forgotten just who you belong to.” His fingers tangled in the hair behind her head and firmly tugged it back for her to look up at him. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. It doesn’t matter who you’ve talked to. Who you’ve been with. You belong to me, only.” His hoarse voice was only for her to hear.

“I bet if I dipped my fingers into those panties, slid my hand up this slutty whore skirt, I’ll find my pussy dripping through the fabric. Because you like when I handle you this way, and your body hasn’t forgotten who it belongs to.” He kept his eyes on hers, doing exactly as he threatened. Fingers tugging up the skirt without a care of anyone walking on.

As soon as his fingers his the fabric, her eyes clenched shut and an overly smug, cocky look came on his face. “Soaked. Fucking drenched.” He pressed the digits against the girl’s cunt, sighing happily. “Just as i knew it would be. Regardless of who you try and distract yourself with… just know that we both are aware of what a joke it is. You’re mine, and you always will be.”

[extravaguk]

sex education 2.0

pairing: college!au, jungkook x reader

summary: "Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." 

wordcount: 9k

genre: smut - angst(? not rlly - fluff, like tons bc im a slut for fluff

rated: m (duh!2.0)

warnings: alcohol and weed consumption, just jk and tae being bros having bro convos, switch!reader, switch!jk, but mostly dom!jk, dirty talk, glimpses of poorly written bdsm, reader being a jealous and ‘insecure little bitch’ (her words, not mine),slapping (dont worry i tried to make it funny), how i met your mother spoilers (sorry im a gemini i spoil shit), spanking, degradation kink, back at it again with the spit kink, slight anal play, beware!of jungkook being a sweetheart, a lil mean at the end but a sweetheart nontheless.

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Three months of being in an actual commitment with Jeon Jungkook, your brother's partner in crime since the young age of five and, therefore, a common denominator throughout your childhood and teenage years, has proven to you a few things you never knew you would discover about the boy himself: Jeon Jungkook is definitely not what you thought him to be. 

You thought growing up with him would've been enough telltale about everything that made Jungkook be, well, Jungkook. He wasn't as immature as you had believed prior to the beginning of your relationship, he was funnier than you remembered -although maybe you found him funnier now that Taehyung wasn't in the picture to interfere with infantile inside jokes that you never were able to grasp-, and smarter than he had ever let you known before. Although you're sure the main reason his grades had started to improve was solely you and the way you rewarded him by opening your legs everytime he passed an exam. 

But above all, if there was something that had truly surprised you about Jeon Jungkook was the fact that he was truly an absolutely and undeniably softie.  

You loved it. Loved the random scribbled love notes he sometimes left in your backpack before kissing you goodbye to leave for his own class, loved the Spotify playlists he made exclusively just for you -with genres that varied between sappy and romantic and wanting to tear your 'wet ass pussy' in two-, loved the late night texts filled with emojis telling you how much he missed you when both of you were too busy doing assignments and studying to see each other -even if it hadn't even been 48 hours since you last saw each other-. You loved how careful and sweet and thoughtful he was. You really did. 

But.

"Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." His mouth falls open and you supress a laugh. You really shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but there's something about Jungkook's reaction to his ego being bruised and that terribly adorable pout on his face that just makes your insides tingle with joy. 

"What do you mean? I've had plenty of girls in bed before you, like a whole lot, and none of them have ever called me boring! They loved this adventurous and fun dick, alright? Why do you think-" you raise a brow, scrutinizingly. It still amazes you how with just a simple expression and no words needed, you can make all color from Jungkook's face banish and how quick he is to reach for your hand across his bed. "But I only love youuuu, and you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and my dick like, baby, have I mentioned how head over heels I'm for you?"

"Only like five times today." rolling your eyes again, you pull your hand from his to toy with the peperoni piece on your slice of pizza. Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, he was starting to get truly concerned now. You couldn't possibly...?

"Are you not satisfied? I mean, do I not make you feel good or...?" there's clear worry in his voice and that makes you meet his eyes, shaking your head hurriedly. Now it's you who take his hand in yours.  

"No! No, babe. I love sex with you! I love everything you do to me, I love how you treat me, I love how you make me feel. I'm a hundred percent satisfied, I swear, It's just..." you sigh, dropping your gaze to rub slow and reassuring circles to the ink adorning his skin. "All I'm saying is... I may also want to experience what all those girls have experienced with you, y'know... the not so vanilla stuff. But you always seem to be scared to try new things with me, and I don't know if it's because of m-"

"Baby," Jungkooks soft voice calls out to you, removing the pizza box in between the two of you to slide closer to you on the mattress. He craddles your face with his fingers, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with you. "_____, don't say that. I just don't ever want to cross any boundaries. I don't want to hurt you or do anything you might not like or regret later, you know that, right?" placing a small kiss on your lips, you hum in content nodding your head yes.

"I know that." you pull him for another brief kiss, oddly not caring about the faint taste of garlic and spice on them because that's what love will do to you. "But what if I do want you to hurt me? What if I want you to fuck my mouth with no mercy until I cry and slap my face after you've cum all over it while you call me a slut?" you pause, eyes meeting his through your eyelashes. "Or viceversa."

It's not that Jungkook is afraid. Because Jungkook is afraid of nothing in this world. He will murder any spider in his way, he will throw a punch to anyone who denies mint chocolate ice cream as the superior ice cream flavour -and he knows that means he will have to literally fight like the entire population on planet earth-, and he will Rey Mysterio you if you ever discredit or deny his incredible skills playing Overwatch.

Jeon Jungkook prides himself in being fearless in every aspect of his life. Except when it comes to you. 

So yeah, maybe he was a little afraid. Because hearing you use the words 'choke', 'slap' and 'slut' in the same sentence did things to him that he didn't deem possible considering none of you were newbies anymore to intimicy. You have been together for three months, for God's sake, but you still made his cock twitch like the first day and he's sure in twenty years you'll have the exact same effect on him.

He didn't want his most primal instincts to overpower the respect and love he'd harboured for you since you were kids because at the end of the day, one, you were still his best friend's little sister, two, he appreciated you too much to ever cross any lines, and three, as cliché as it sounded, you were nothing compared to the girls he had been with previously. What he feels towards you cannot be compared to anything he had experienced before. 

And fuck, was he in a predicament. Because you made him weak in his knees for you and you were not even aware of it. You were not aware of how badly he has wanted to explore and take things way further, way out of both his and your comfort zones. But he's terrified. He's terrified because all he wants is to to take care of you and what if he fails at the one thing he's swore to himself? What if he lets the darkest side of him consume him and at the same time consume you? What if he does actually hurt you, not just psichologically but also physically?

He would never be able to forgive himself. And neither could Taehyung.

And that, was also tormenting him.

Taehyung seemed fine with the two of you dating -or at least that blow to Jungkook's face seemed to ease things between them-, but Jungkook is not dumb and has felt his best friend slowly distancing himself. 

Sure, they were still best friends and will ever will. Taehyung is loyal to Jungkook and Jungkook is loyal to Taehyung. Has been that way since they were five and that will not change just because Jungkook's caught feelings for his little sister.

But the phonecalls were not as often and not as long as they used to be; in rare occasions Jungkook could sense a certain type of awkwardness between them that really had never happened in their friendship, and sometimes Taehyung's jokes seemed to hold more truth than lightheartedness. 

And to top it all off, Jungkook's dilemma regarding you was eating him alive and, usually he would turn to Taehyung for girl advice, only to later realize he was also frightened of doing that. 

But a Friday night at 2 a.m, Jungkook decides he can't take it anymore. 

"Sup, man." Taehyung's voice answers Jungkook's phone call on the second ring, like he always does. 

"Hey, bro." Jungkook clears his voice, suddenly feeling self conscious. "Are you busy?"

"I don't know," his friend seems to be chewing on what Jungkook bets is red Skittles -yes, only the red ones- because he just knows him too well. "Are you busy still fucking my little sister?" 

Taehyung chuckles at his own joke, but Jungkook doesn't. He knows there's no malice, but he can't help to think there might be. He settles for a sigh. "Yeah." he can hear some shuffling on the other side and the clicking of a computer mouse. Jungkook would also bet he was playing Among Us and he would lie if he said he wasn’t disappointed he hadn't called him to play with him. "Y'know what, it's not even important, I'll just call y-"

"Come on, man. You haven't even laughed at that and you usually laugh at everything I say even when no one else does." Taehyung swirls in his chair, his attention fully focused on his best friend. "Seriously, what's bothering you." Jungkook takes a deep breath, rubbing the side of his face. 

"It's about _____."

"_____? As in, my little sister? Who you're fucking?"  

"Tae, dude-"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Go on." Taehyung stiffles a laugh and waits patiently for Jungkook to continue.

"She um... Fuck, I hope this isn't weird, dude. I really do. She wants to like... rough it up in the bedroom, I guess? And I just... I don’t know... I'm terrified dude." There's silence filling the gap between Taehyung and Jungkook and Jungkook almost feels like throwing up. 

"You're coming to me for sex advice... about my little sister?"

"I know, dude but... Who else I'm supossed to talk to? Jimin? Hoseok?" Jungkook sits up on his bed, an ugly knot beginning to form in his stomach. "I mean, you're my best friend," Jungkook swallows again, voice cracking. "...right?"

It's Taehyung's turn to sigh after a few seconds before he replies. "Forever and always, bro." His tone settles Jungkook's uneasiness. There's nothing but honesty in it. "Listen, Guk. I really don't know what kind of advice to give you because, literally, ew. But I do know my sister, and if that's what she wants and she's communicated with you about it, it’s because she trusts you. And I trust you more than anyone in my life. So there you go, man."

Relief washes all over Jungkook's body and he lays back on the bed again, heart not beating as hard as it was a few seconds ago. 

"Thanks, dude." Jungkook smiles. "Sorry for calling you so late."

"No problem, bro." Taehyung smiles as well, swirling his chair back to his computer screen. A weight of his own being lifted. "Among Us next time?"

"Yeah, I'll let you know. Good night, bro."  

Taehyung calls Jungkook's name before he can hang up. "Hey, man?"

"Yeah, man?"

There's a pause between them and then Taehyung speaks. "I love you, man."

Jungkook supresses the threat of tears about to spill because he knows Taehyung would try to bruise his other other eyebrow if he ever found out. Or hug him to death. Or both.

"I love you too, bro."

"This reminds me of the first time you gave me a blowjob." Jungkook chuckles, watching you get down on your knees between his spread thighs, make up free and sporting a similar low messy bun as that time he's mentioning, except this time you're wearing one of his hoodies engulfing your smaller frame. Proof that this time around, you're exclusively his and no one else’s.

"You mean the blowjob of your life." you giggle as you reach out to pull down his sweatpants, deligthed to see he decided on not wearing any underwear. Your spit on the back of your hand and immediately wrap it around the base of his rock hard cock while his own darts out to push the strands falling down your face behind your ear, heart eyes emoji looking down at you looking up at him. 

Your tongue swirls around the tip timidly, swallowing the drop of precum oozing as he sighs heavily and lovingly. "Every blowjob you give me is the blowjob of my life." he unties your hair from the band holding it together because he prefers his fingers to be the hair tie, prefers to be the one to guide the bobbing of your head up and down his dick. 

You hum in appreciation against him, cherry balmed lips wrapping fully around the head of his cock and he hums back. "Love seeing you on your knees for me with your pretty mouth stuffed, fuck." You take him deeper, closing your eyes. 

Your hand moving accordingly to your mouth and your panties already wet, clinging to your folds. It's really not your fault Jungkook is the most delicious eye candy on earth and how fast can the mere sight of him make your pussy lips quiver. You slurp around the head obscenely , a moan of yours mixing with a moan of his. "Hands on your back." 

You obligue, removing your hands and growing excited at the dominating low tone his voice exerts. The grip he has on your hair tightens and controls your motions, pushing you further down his dripping shaft until your nose hits his pubic bone. He holds you there, his own eyes closing shut and his dick twitching insde your mouth. A thrust of his hips make you gag and has one of your hands flying to tap his leg two times, letting him know you were in need for air. 

He releases you, pulling you back until his cock is pulsating in front of you. He looks down at you, both breathless but the difference is you look so messy. Eyes watery, chest moving heavily and saliva leaking from your lips. 

Yeah, there was a reason Jungkook hasn't been like this with you before. The sight of you submitting completely and looking so nasty was too much for him to handle. He might never want to see you any other way than this. 

"Isn't this what you wanted, huh?" the free hand that had been supporting his weight on the matress grasps your face harshly, making you lock eyes with him.

 "I thought you wanted me to choke you with my cock like a little whore?" you nod your head eagerly, unable to form words. Your pussy throbs, prompting you to rub your thighs to get some sort of relief as his thumb smears the spit adorning your lips. You're quick to envelop it in the warmth of your mouth, an involuntary moan leaving your throat. "Such a pretty slut," he lets his cock slap against your cheek, removing his thumb to move his hand back to his previous position. "Open again."

You do, his length entering your mouth again -that you gladly accept- and then he's shoving you down by your hair. "Shit, gonna fuck your mouth so good..." 

And he does, not holding back anymore, his hand thrusting your head along his shaft until your throat tightens around him repeteadly, struggling for breath. But you take it, you take the aggresiveness and the degradation because fuck, you've been waiting for so long to know what this feels like. To have Jungkook be mean and have this type of control and power over you and you're enjoying it a bit too much. 

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum, leave your mouth open." he releases on your tongue, not able to look away from the image of you with tears falling down your eyes and mouth drenched with him and your spit, some of his cum staining down your chin and the corners of your lips that he gathers with his thumb and pushes back into your mouth. He groans, watching you swallow all of it like a good girl, your tongue grazing around his digit for the remainings, gaze not leaving his. "Let me grab my phone real quick, I need to take a picture of this."

You were definitely not the jealous type.  

You prided yourself on being able to recognize when your behaviours were due to your own insecurities and removing all sorts of feelings of uncertainty from your mind. You never liked toxic patterns or the glamorization of them and your relationship with Jungkook was proof. You knew relationships were supossed to be based on blind trust and faith in your partner and yours definitely reciprocated in the same way. 

"So can anybody tell me why Eunha is basically all over my boyfriend right now?" you wish you could blame your state on Hoseok's weed, who's sitting on the left side of the couch right next to you at the frat party. You really wish you could have an explanation for the way your heart tugged in such a weird way and your stomach swirled dangerously until almost making you nauseous. You really tried to blame your overthinking on the joint you had just passed to your friend. 

You knew it was bound to happen someday, especially considering Jungkook had always been a ladies' man and the kind of attraction from both men and women he was able to manifest, willing or unwillingly. You just never thought it would happen so soon and in such way that made you clench your fists so tight and your nails dig into the palm of your hands so painfully. 

"I mean, they did have like a long fling a few years ago, didn't they?" Seulgi, sitting on your right, chimes in. 

That was true. Longer than most flings Jungkook ever had before you.  

"Yeah, before she dumped him." Hoseok adds.

Your eye twitches and your jaw contracts. Because that, was also true, and it was mostly what was bothering you so much. 

Had it been Jungkook the one to move away from his situationship with Eunha like with most girls, you wouldn't have such a problem with the way she's shamelessly leaning towards him from across the room. Or the way she's twirling a strand of her hair between one of her fingers while battling her lashes. Or the way she's hysterically laughing at whatever he was saying, because your boyfriend was funny, but he was not that funny. 

You were not the jealous type, and Jungkook definitely wasn't giving you any reason to be, because as coquettish as the blonde was being or as provocatively as she was pushing her tits into his arm, he politely keeps his distance and tries to also engage with Jimin in conversation, leaving her pouting. But that wasn't enough to not make you start seriously questioning your feminist ethics right now. 

"Wait, you're not jealous, are you?" Seulgi turns to you, offering you the joint -how long had you been focusing your attention on Jungkook and Eunha to not realize it was your turn again to smoke?-. You take it, hesitating between answering right away or taking a hit before doing that. You were never a good liar. You look between your two friends who are looking back at you with their eyebrows raised.

"I-" you close your mouth and run your fingers through your hair. "Maybe? I don't know what I'm feeling and I don't like it one bit." 

"Aw, babe." Seulgi squeezes your knee, eyes showing you sympathy. "Jealousy is a natural response to any relationship."

"I know..." you take the joint in your hand, taking a long drag before letting the smoke out. "I just don't want to sound like an insecure little bitch!" you whine. "I don't want to be like 'Oh, why would Jeon Jungkook, a God of the Olympus, dare give his attention to a peasant as unworthy as me!?' Like no, he's just a man. A little less mediocre than most but a man nontheless. I'm not going to doubt myself or other women just because he's more beautiful than most, and hotter, and funnier and has a massive co-" you notice you're getting carried away by the look of disgust in Hoseok's face and Seulgi trying to hold back a laugh. 

"Anyways, he's lucky to have me. We're both lucky to have each other but sometimes I feel like I might be the luckiest out of the two. And seeing Eunha looking so pretty and throwing herself at him is triggering me because..." you pause to take a deep breath and lounch back on the couch. "What if he realizes one day that I'm luckier than he is and he could be luckier with someone else?"

There's, ironically, a long silence. Ironically because the sound of Travis Scott making the walls tremble is anything but, until Hoseok speaks.

"I think you feel that way because you still haven't seen how that boy looks at you, _____." and then he motions to the spot from across the room you had been observing for too long, the spot where Jungkook is now glancing at you after noticing your detectable distress, with a frown on his features. 

'You okay?' he mouthes, his fist raising in the air in a thumbs up, questioningly.  

Your heart jerks, and not out of bitterness or envy caused by a girl trying to get your boyfriend's attention. Because his attention is always entirely on you, no matter how many feet are separating the two of you. 

'Yes' you mouth back, with a nod of your head and an encouraging smile that has formed itself on your face. He beams as well at you. Mouthes an 'I love you' and puckers his lips in a flying kiss that makes you giggle. You mimic him, your heart tight against your chest. 

Hoseok is right. You have nothing to worry about.

Jungkook is in love with you. Sometimes, he thinks, he's too in love with you.

"Can't believe I'm letting you do this."

"Can't believe you're such a pussy."

Jungkook huffs in annoyance. He would smack your ass right now if his hands weren't restricted by a scarf of yours he had never seen before to your bedpost. He would also send you a mean look if his eyes weren't covered by the only tie he owned and had so generously lent to you. 

When you mentioned you wanted to try this, he expected you to be in this position. Not the other way around.

He's sprawled on your bed, only his boxers covering him as your legs straddle his waist and you tighten the hold of the scarf around his wrists sternly. He winces and manages an 'Hey!' He knows you're only wearing your panties because he can't feel anything else and he's felt one of your naked tits brushing  his face as you tied him up. He also tried to catch one of your nipples in his mouth as a form of punishment, to no use because you swiftly backed away from his attempt. 

"I've never been a bottom before, this is new for me." he says. He really doesn't mind any of this. He's just not used to it. He knows he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little bit, even if he'd rather be the one to have you completely unmoving and naked beneath him. Especially now that you're skimming your nails up and down his torso.

"Mm, good to know." your lips follow the path your fingers created, from the center of his chest up, moving steadily and tracing soft kisses over his flesh. 

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." you croon, dragging your tongue from the pulse of his neck to his earlobe, nails scraping lightly over his left nipple. Jungkook shudders, air sucked in through his teeth as his mouth opens on its own. Taking advantage of this, you place a kiss on the corner of his lips before slipping your tongue inside. 

He answers simultaniously, his own tangling with yours, swallowing each other's moans. Your hips set a slow peace, clothed cad core griding over the length poking between your thighs. His hips move unvoluntarily, trying to find some sort of friction to make up for the fact that his hands are unavailable to knead your ass and pull you closer, if that was even possible.

You separate from him, raising on your knees. Jungkook whines in protest, hips buckling up from the mattress to try to meet yours again.

"Jungkook, I'm serious, stay still!" 

"I take it back." his voice shaky and hands straining against the tight hold the scarf you tied around has on them. "I don't like this. Untie me so I can fuck you, babe." he complains. You sit on his tiny waist, your thighs trying to stop his movements. 

You take a moment to assess him. He looks too beautiful for his own good: hair courtaning his forehead, biceps bulging and abs flexing. You can't see his eyes but you know they might be glassy. You bite your lip to supress a whine of delight. You almost consider doing as he says. Almost. 

But you mantain your ground. Your jealousy from the other night had been crawling slowly from within these past few days and since you couldn't take it out on Jungkook any other way because he really wasn't to blame, you figured you'd try something new to punish him and let some of your supressed anger vanish. 

Twisting your body back to pull down his boxers, not all the way, just enough to have his cock springing free from the confines of the fabric and slapping against your asscheeks.

"Has toxic masculinity seriously polluted your brain so much you can't take this seriously?" you fall forward, one of your hands balancing you beside his head as the other wraps around his neck, a tentative hold not yet to constrict his breathing. 

He gulps, his body's tense and his Adam's apple is prominent under your touch. All he can see is black but he'd do anything to watch your pretty tits bouncing in front of his face. "I don't like this conversation either." he pouts.

"Then why are you so hard?" you grin, holding yourself back from laughing as he hesitates for an answer. You lean closer, mouth against his ear as you whisper. "I'm so wet right now, I could take you just like this. No lubrication at all and my pussy would just swallow your dick." Feeling his girth still between your ass flutter, clearly affected by the sultry tone of your voice. You remove your hand from his neck seeing as he has stopped moving obediently. Reaching back, you slide your panties to the side and align your entrance to the head of his leaking cock. 

"Fuck, baby, please~" Jungkook's pleads fills the air, hips desperately back in motion and sliding just a few inches inside your drenched heat. The warmth envoles him instantly, your pussy pulsates around him and neither of you can't help the in synch groans tearing from your throats. 

"Just the tip" you lick your lips, your voice betraying you as you resist the urge to glide the rest of his lenght inside your quivering core.

"Just the tip, my ass." 

Out of sudden, Jungkook is swiftly lifting his hips from the matress, sinking all the way in. You cry as your body jumps forward, face hidden in the juncture of Jungkook's sweaty neck. His thick cock stretches you out as nice and deep and perfectly as he always does. You mewl. This was not supossed to happen at all.  

"See? This is what you really wanted." you can hear the chuckle threatening to spill from his lips, anger starting to boil inside of you again. 

Regaining a little bit of your lost control, you lift yourself on your trembling knees and sit back again, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix. You groan in unision, placing your hands on the hard planes of his chest and steadying yourself to try to reclaim your dominance. Finding it troublesome, because Jungook is set on having it his own way, his thrusts meeting yours in perfect synch.

You really shouldn't feel your climax approaching so soon but somehow battling for control while bickering with Jungkook is about to send you over the edge and that's making you even more annoyed.

"I swear to God, Jungkook. If you don't stop moving and shut the fuck up..." your murmur through gritted teeth, jaw slackened and eyes fluttering shut.  

"What?" he spats, breathing rugged and voice coarse. "If I don't shut up, you'll wha-"

The sound of a sharp smack echoes inside your room and Jungkook's movements freeze on the spot. His head is turned to the side from the impact, and a faint print of your fingers is adorning his  already stinging cheek. None of you mutter anything for a few seconds, until concerned words start to rush out of you.

"Ohmygod, Jungkook, I-"

"Did you just slap me?" Jungkook is unmoving, his mouth agape and you can picture the incredulous expression his eyes might be oozing. "Baby, what the fuck?!" You're mortified. Your hands cover your mouth and your eyes, wide open, stare down at him although he can't stare at you back.

"Babe, I don't know why I did that, you wouldn't stop talking and I know that's not an excuse but it-" 

"It was fucking hot." a breathy laugh in disbelief leaves his chest. Your forehead creases, hands falling down to your chest to try to steady your incessant heartbeat. His tongue darts between his pearly teeth, a smug smirk on his features. An eyebrow of yours raises as you size him up, the realization that his body is completely motionless now hitting you.

Lurging forward, you pinch his jaw between your fingers, your hips carry on their grinding on their own accord. He releases a raspy moan, your walls clenching around him as another hit strikes his cheek, softer this time. 

"You gonna be good to me?" you mutter against his lips. He nods slowly, his mouth salivating as your hips swirl on top of him. He blindly tries to reattach his mouth to yours, but you dodge him, going for the skin of his clavicle instead. "Can I fuck you slow like this until you're filling me with your cum?" He squirms when he feels you sucking a pretty purple bruise on his flesh, your cunt dropping all the way down his cock, leisurly grinding against his pelvic bone, looking yourself to find some relief to your clit. 

"Ah!" his head tilts back, back slighlt arching as you soothe the mark on his neck with your tongue. "That m-might be s-sooner than you think, babe" he admits timorously, swallowing the lump in his throat, the veins on his neck on full display. 

You sigh in content because, thankfully your orgasm is also closer than he thinks it is. "M-me too-" you gasp, your face buried on his shoulder, letting your fingers brush his ebony hair, nails gently scrapping his scalp as you keep the tortuous movements of your hips against his, his girth hitting that spot just right everytime until you feel the knot in your tummy finally snapping. "C-cum, J-Jungkook, I-m-"

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice because he has been holding back from it for a while now, not really willing to admit he was enjoying this as much as he was. With a thrust of his own fused with the way your pussy is tightening around him it's enough to send him over the edge, an unpredicted cry emanating from his vocal chords harmonizing with your own, his whole body tensing as your walls milk every single drop of his cum. 

For several minutes you stay just like that. Jungkook's hands still tied, blindfold still on, his mouth still agape as his chest rises and falls until his breathing becomes steady again. And you, on top, your fingers tangled in his dark locks, your breath fanning against his neck and his release dripping down your thighs. You stay like that until your body starts shaking with uncontrollable laughter. 

Jungkook tilts his head towards yours, eyebrows furrowing and eyes still covered.

"What was that noise?" you manage through your giggle fit. "'Aaah!'" You've never made a noise like that before, I can't- it was so funn-"

Even while still being strained and blindfolded and with you making fun of him, a loopsided goofy smirk starts making an appearence on Jungkook's features. 

Fancy dinner parties were never your thing. 

Wearing heels that were too high -specifically to try to match Jungkook's height-, a new expensive dress that you were surely going to return as soon as the event was over because you definitely could not afford it and socializing with Jungkook's clique was definitely not the way you envisioned your Saturday night going. 

At least Jungkook had barely been able to keep his hands for himself at the sight of you wrapped in emerald green silk and lace. But even that couldn't make you feel less uncomfortable and out of place. 

Yugyeom, one of Jungkook's friends, had definitely more money than your boyfriend had previously let you know. Apparently, being a 'lil rich' as Jungkook had mentioned meant booking a luxurious restaurant to hold a dinner party with at least fifty people who looked just as 'lil rich' as Yugyeom's Gucci tuxedo.  

'It'll be alright babe. Yugyeom always insists on celebrating his birthday like it's an Oscar after party. We'll just eat some of that disgusting caviar and then head home to watch Netflix, I swear'. 

And yes, caviar was gross, but so was the fact that Jungkook had failed to mention a certain someone would also be making an appearence. 

After introducing you to a few of his friends and realizing that Mingyu's frendliness and amiability helped you feel more relaxed, he had excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you and his friend to entangle in a heated conversation about How I Met Your Mother's finale season. 

You were thankful for Mingyu's humble nature and easygoing talk for a few minutes until you finally spotted your boyfriend making his way back into the room, stopping in his tracks to acknowledge a group of friends from his class. 

Again, you wouldn't have such a problem with a certain blonde if she would just stop looking at Jungkook with stars in her eyes and pressing her cleavage against him while playing with her hair. It was hard to keep track of your conversation with Mingyu while Eunha was standing right next to your boyfriend and seemingly ogling up at him. It was also hard to not let your mind waver to dangerous territory when you took notice of how disgustingly good they looked together. 

Just two attractive people who would look disgustingly good together. 

Mingyu's voice makes you turn back to him. 

"...I don't know, like, Barney was a womanizer until Robin, you know? He changed for her! They were just perfect for each other, but they had to throw it all away by killing the mother and then making Robin marry Ted? And Barney going back to his old ways?" Mingyu sounds exhasperated and you would laugh and find it cute if your stomach wasn't tugging again in a way that made you regret drinking so much wine so fast. Specially after his last statement.  

"That's what I'm saying." you mumble, turning your attention back to your boyfriend in the crowd.

Jungkook wouldn't go back to his old ways. He loves you. There's nothing to worry about.

But as you watch him start to make his way towards you, you also watch the way Eunha grabs the sleeve of his blazer to pull him back. She leans in, whispers something in his ear to which he just shakes his head, says something that it's impossible to decipher from here you're standing and simply walks in your direction. 

Still, as much as you tried to be neutral and objective and not a 'jealous little bitch', it's almost impossible to hide the sour expression on your face. It's impossible to unclench your jaw throughout the entire evening or lose the too tight grip on your glass of wine. Even when Jungkook whispers in your ear if you're okay, you merely nod yes. You avoid eye contact with him and everytime he tries to slip your hand into his, you dodge him it by wrapping your arms around yourself, claiming how cold it is.

Jungkook is not dumb. 

He know something's up but he's also not stupid enough to cause a scene in public or preassure you into talking. So he settles on wating and being patient. Even as he slips his jacket on your stiff shoulders with pouty lips and his eyebrows drawn together, all he does is press a small kiss to the back of your neck. It takes all power within you to not throw yourself in his arms. 

But as midnight approaches and it's time to leave, you notice a change in Jungkook's behaviour as you say your goodbyes. His hand on your back is not just a soft caress, instead, his fingers pull you closer, dig into your skin as he drags the both of you to where his car is parked. Now it's him who avoids your gaze. His tensed jaw and his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek is a visible indicator that Jungkook is pissed. 

You know his body language as well as he knows yours. And now, as he opens the door of the passanger seat so you can slide in, the guilt and the remorse of acting cold towards him for hours is finally dawning on you. 

"Are you going to tell me now what was that about?" when he closes his own door shut, he doesn't bother to put his seatbelt on. Just grips the steering wheel as he turns to you. 

"I-I don't know what you're t-"

"You don't know what I'm talking about?" he laughs, not a bit of humour in it. "I know scenes like this make you feel uncomfortable but I actually thought everything was going fine. I leave you for five minutes with Mingyu and when I come back, you won't look at me, won't touch me, won't act like I'm your boyfriend. Like I did something wrong. So please, _____, tell me, what's going on?"

You know there's no excuse for the way you acted. You know it's not Jungkook's fault he attracts attention and it most definitely not his fault if an ex of his is still hung up on him. You know it's your own fault and you know you should not try to excuse yourself and fight back. You'd swore to yourself you'd push down any feelings of jealousy deep inside until they disappeared. But something about tonight makes you explode.

"Why was she being all over you?"

Jungkook's face twists in confusion. "What? Who?"

"Eunha! Who the fuck else? She was all over you a few weeks ago at Minghao's party, and she was all over you tonight!" your voice is louder than you would've liked but at this point all you care about is letting it all out.

"This is what all of that was about? Eunha?"

"Yes! I've seen her on campus as well! Always trying to get your attention! I don't care that you have friends in common, but specially tonight, she whispered something to you and she was looking at you like she-"

"Who cares how she looks at me? All you need to care about is how I look at you because the only thing I care about is how you look at me!" Jungkook exclaims, clearly exhausted of this conversation. 

You sink in your seat and look away as the knuckles on his hands turn white from gripping the steering wheel. 

"_____," he calls you gently,  but his voice mantains a stern tone to it. "We don't do jealousy. I thought we were supossed to trust each other blindly. Have I not proved to you how sickenly in love with you I am? Do you not trust me and what I feel?"

"I-... Of course I do. I-just... I don't know. You're right. That was uncalled for." you wrap yourself in the warmth of Junkook's blazer, trying to make his scent wash away any ugly resentment and guilt in your body. 

"Wanna know what she said to me?" a rethorical question, because he was going to tell you anyway. "She asked me if I was going to stay for Yugyeom's after party, way past midnight. Wanna know what I said?" he turns to you. "I said no, I'm spending the night with my girlfriend."

None of you say nothing after that. He just puts his seatbelt on and starts driving. It's not too much of a far drive to his dorm, but the silence and the awkwardness makes it feel so much longer than it should be. You don't remember the last time Jungkook was mad at you. Actually, you don't think Jungkook has ever been mad at you. He loved the banter, loved to tease you, loved being competitive with you. But you had never seen him being avoidant of you. And that feeling tears your heart on the seat of his car.

"Are you mad at me?" you ask, voice barely audible, when the car stops at a red light. His dark eyes meet yours, his face immediately softening as he studies your expression. Then he picks one of your small hands in one of his big ones, brings it to his lips and lightly kisses your knuckles. He communicates with his eyes what he doesn't with words and it's enough to make you feel secure, at least for now.

When you finally arrive at Jungkook's room, he holds the door ope for you and lets you walk in, but he's still unusually quiet. So much so, you start to worry you might have fucked up big time. 

You stand there, not knowing what to do as you watch him sit down on his bed, slipping his shoes and socks off and loosening the tie around his neck. His hair, that was perfectly styled a few hours ago, is now messy by the amount of times his hand has pushed it back. He looks too yummy, and you hate the fact that tension and a little bit of fighting has managed to make him look as delectable. 

You ignore the heat starting to form in your belly because now it's not the time to be horny. Not when you still need to apologize and make things right. He's rolling  the sleeves of his black shirt down his forearms when you decide to speak. 

"Jungkook, I'm very sorry." you start, as you remove his blazer off you and place it on the chair right in front of his desk. "I don't know why I acted the way I did. I dont get easily jealous and I really don't think I am but..." your throat constricts your words for a moment. "The more I love you, the more frightened I get when I think that one day you'll realize I'm better off as your best friend's little sister. I-I dont know what I'd do with myself if that ever happene-"

"Take off your dress." Jungkook's impassive voice and emotionless face startles you and you freeze on your feet. 

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

His elbows rest on his knees and he's holding your stare with his. His doe eyes lack that free spirited and amusing glint they usually have. He looks bored, scrutinizing you. He's not challenging you. He's commanding you because he knows you will obligue. 

That's why you gulp and slowly slide the straps of your dress down your arms until the fabric pools at your feet. His eyes waver along your naked breasts, nipples perking up like the mere intensity of his gaze is ordering them to. He doesn't make a move and doesn't say anything for a few seconds. He doesn't compliment you like he normally would at the sight of you almost naked in front of him.

His lack of words make you feel insecure, regardless of how turned on you are. You're used to Jungkook being reassuring, you're used to his lighthearted jokes and his playful kisses in the bedroom. But you're not used to Jungkook telling you what to do and keeping his distance while doing so. Your arms move on their own to hide yourself.

"Don't. If you hide from me, I swear to God, _____." he watches you as you let your arms fall back to your sides, your chest moving up and down while you struggle to breathe. You can't deny Jungkook's gruff voice and his eyes studying every bit of skin available to him like he hasn't seen you naked before is not making your underwear stick to your lower lips. 

"JK, I just don't think this is the right moment to-"

"On my lap." your heart skips a bit, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

"Jungkook-"

"I said, get on my lap, face down." he says again, this time slower. One of his eyebrows quirk up. "Or would you rather me drag you myself? Or make you crawl?"

Your eyes widen, and your feet are quick to approach him. Your nipples tingle, your core is throbbing and your cheeks are adorned by a beautiful blush that Jungkook doesn't miss. 

He doesn't move until you're in front of him, just to help you lower yourself on his lap, your cheek and your nipples touching the mattress and your ass up. You close your eyes when Jungkook skims his fingertips over your skin, his carressing relaxing your body until he eases your nerves a bit. He sighs when he notices the way that poor excuse of a thong sticks between your folds as his strong hands massage your buttcheeks. 

He's taking his time, his fingers gliding over your soft skin, his breathing too calm for your liking. Until one palm of his hand collides sharply against your right cheek, sending your body forward. You gasp, the stinging making your body want to pull away. But he's quick to catch both your wrists behind your back, keeping you in place. 

"Jungk-!"

Another smack, this time harder, on the same cheek. 

"Did I give you permission to talk?"  

Smack. This time on the left cheek. Your back arches on its own will, presenting more of your ass to him unwittingly. Your eyes squeezed shut and bite the inside of your cheek as you rub your thighs together. You keep quiet as his hand lands another blow on your ass. 

"That's a good girl. Now," his voice is gentler this time as his hand soothe your reddened cheeks. "do you think what you did tonight was okay?" you say nothing, only a mewl slips past your lips. Another smack. "Answer me."

"No." you lick your lips, anticipating more. 

"Do you think it was funny to pull a stunt like that?" 

Smack.

"N-no!"

"No, it wasn't. Spread your legs for me." you do as you're told and he finally pulls down the drenched piece of lace down your thighs. He leans forward, spreads your cheeks with one hand as he lets a glob of spit fall directly into your lips. He makes you gasp when his fingers start sliding up and down your folds slowly. 

"I've had to put up with this kind of behavour since the day you begged me to fuck this tight, virgin pussy like the little slut you are." you whine, face red as humiliation starts to creep in. Jungkook slips one finger in, pumping it slow and easy. Your hips move to take him deeper.

"I tried to be a gentleman, you know?" he says, adding a second finger. "I've tried to treat you nice and sweet and be the best boyfriend I could be to make you happy and keep you satisfied in every sense of the word." his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tortuous circles. 

"Been compeletely whipped since I kissed you for the first time. Haven't looked at other girls because I just can't when I have everything I want to look at right in front of me." murmuring, he starts to get lost your pussy and how it swallows his fingers and how obscene you look and sound, dripping right on his trousers. He watches his fingers moving in and out, almost hypnotized. "Yet, somehow..." he pulls away. You whimper in protest. 

"Somehow, you still seem to doubt me." His hand smacks your cheek again, wet fingers spreading your essence all over your skin.

"P-please, please." you cry. You miss Jungkook's sadistic smile before he releases the grip on your wrists, still keeping you on his lap. Both his hands spread your cheeks now, and another glob of spit falls right into your asshole. His fingers find your cunt again, easily taking you almost over the edge.

"If you could only look at yourself right now... All spread out for me like a needy whore in heat" his thumb teases your unexplored rim, hesitantly, coating it with his spit and your own arousal. He presses in slowly. You gasp, your body tenses and Jungkook stills his movements immediately. There's silence for a few seconds. 

"Too far? Should I stop?" and there's your Jungkook, concern lacing his voice. His free hand caresses your back, your body relaxing, laying back down obediently. His fingers are still inside you and his thumb is still asking for entrance. He leans forward, placing a small but comforting kiss on the bruised skin of your right asscheek. 

"Go on." you whisper, but he doesn't move right away. This time, it's his own body that tenses momentarely before going back to his tranquil demeanor. He breathes through his noise as his fingers pick up where they left off. 

"Yeah?" you swear you hear him swallow a lump in his throat. "Gonna let me finger this tight little ass like a good slut? Mm?" his thumb slides deeper, slightly stretching you out while his fingers work your pussy in a solid rhythm. "Gonna let me stretch you out little by little until I can open you up with my cock one day?" his movements speed up, fingers sliding out of your cunt to play with your clit and his thumb slowly moving in and out. "You don't wanna talk now? You just want to stay silent while I fuck your ass and-"

And then you're cumming, so unexpected it takes both of you by surprise. Your hands grip onto Jungkook's sheets, your thighs clasp around his hand as you scream his name. He doesn't stop though. He rides you through it, encouraging words mixing with filthy insults that prolong your orgasm until you're squirming beneath him. 

"Shit, baby... My hand is soaked." he mumbles, as he slowly removes his fingers and thumb from you. "You okay?"

You faintly nod your head yes, not able to find words through your dry mouth and your pussy still convulsing. 

"Good. Get on the bed. On your hands and knees." 

You somehow manage to slip from his lap and position yourself as he says. Except your arms and legs are shaking. Although the sound of Jungkook undoing his belt and his hands gripping your hips and bringing you towards him until the head of his dick is at your entrance is enough to make you forget about how tired your body is. You surrender to him, not even bothering to hold yourself up on your arms, your fingers crumbling the sheets and your face buried into the pillow. 

When his cock enters you, a pitiful moan leaves your mouth. His thick lenght slides into your heat, filling you perfectly as he always does. It's a wonder how well he fits inside you. 

"Such a perfect slut for me. Always ready for me to do whatever I want with her, since day one. So tight, so ready. So, so perfect. All mine." he talks as measured as he moves, dragging each word out as his hips find a nice tempo. 

Then he doesn't move for a while with his dick buried between your walls, and you know he's holding himself back. You turn your head slightly to look at him. He catches your eyes instantly. Sees your mascara running down your watery eyes, and your smudged lipstick and your messy hair and then he's giving you that look. That look that lets you know that Jungkook is, indeed, whipped for you. Leaning in, he presses his shirt-covered chest to your sweaty, naked back. His cock dives deeper, not an ounce of space between you as he lovingly kisses your cheek until his mouth finds yours. 

He kisses you hard but soft, tongue meeting yours for the first time since you entered the room. Jungkook is not a man of words. He's silly, and a jokester, and finds it difficult to express how he's feeling. But when he kisses you, or looks at you, when he touches you, or when he makes love to you, even if it's as dirty and filthy as right now, he's always able to transmit exactly what he can't vocally.

He's telling you there's no other place he'd rather be than here, with you. 

When he pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, his hand moves to the back of your head, fisting your hair in a tight hold that makes you arch your back and desperately moan for him.

"A-and you're mine." you sob.

It's like something snaps inside of him. He growls and suddenly his hips lose control. He nails you against the mattress, his grip on your hair pulling your head back, his lips against your ear as your cunt clenches around his cock. 

"Just yours. All yours." his grunts send shivers down your spine and you're close again, even in the painful and uncomfortable position your body is in. Being at Jungkook's mercy and him being at yours is enough to have you seeing starts.

"This is the only pussy I want wrapped around my cock. Your lips are the only ones I want to kiss. You're the only one I want between my arms." It only takes two flickers of Jungkook's free hand against your nub and his next words to tip you over. "You belong to me, and I belong to you."

You squeal as you come, and Jungkook bites your shoulder to keep himself from doing so as well as he follows shortly. He fills you up with his release,  but he doesn't release you from him. He wraps his arms around your frame, both your bodies becoming soft as he rolls over to one side with your back still pressed to his chest, cock still inside you. His lips find their way to the skin of your shoulder and the back of your neck. His breath fanning your flesh makes you smile.

"That is so not like my sister. I'm telling you, she never gets jealous." Taehyung says over the phone. He's munching on something again and Jungkook would bet all the money in his wallet again he's eating Skittles. Red Skittles. "So, everything cool now?"

"Yeah, man. We just talked it out, you know?" Jungkook's gaze falls on you, laying on your stomach on his bed, laptop iluminating your face, earbuds on and your head moving to whatever music you're listening to. Jungkook would bet all the money in his bank account it's Shape Of My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. Or at least that's what he's been able to guess so far. He was never good at reading lips, specially when trying to guess boybands' lyrics. 

Friday's nights meant late 1990's/early 2000's pop nostalgia for you. It meant shaking his head and spending the following week trying to get Britney and Xtina songs out of his brain for him. Although lately, he hadn't been trying that hard. Jungkook sighs in content, not really trying to cover the fact that he might be looking at you like a starstruck teenager. Which, it was totally fair because that's exactly how he feels about you. "Communication is key, bro."

He keeps watching you until your head perks up and catch him gawking. You smile at him and he smiles back.

"By 'communication is key' you mean you actually fucked my little sister silly right? Bro, I swear, I'll block your numb-"

"Sorry man, gotta go." 

"And now you're gonna fuck her silly again, right? You son of a b-"

Jungkook hangs up just as you take your earbuds off, making his way to you to kiss you silly.

[thorniest-rose]

reddie halloween prompt #4 candy

It all happens in the small pocket of time between advanced math and the dirge of gym. Jimmy’s dragging his heels, hanging back in the bathrooms on the second floor, trying to delay the inevitable jeers of all the boys in his class. As they mock him for his weak knees and his protruding ribs, pinging their towels at him and asking him how small his dick is, if it’s even big enough to get hard.

But Jimmy knows it’s coming. After years of falling victim for his chronic acne, and his high-pitched voice, for sometimes just existing, he’s come to expect it.

What he doesn’t expect is to be cornered by Richie Tozier, the weird loudmouth with the dark eyes and the wide grin, who laughed like a jackal at his own vulgar jokes and could outsmart all of their teachers without trying.

Jimmy hadn’t spoken to Richie in more than two years, had done nothing to warrant the boy’s wrath. So he doesn’t know why he’s here now, wedged back against the window as Richie grins down at him. The wacky kid with buck teeth and bottle glasses who had somehow transformed into this tall, moody, striking teen with the cheekbones that could cut glass. Who all the girls secretly looked at as he walked down the hallway.

He asks, “W-what do you want, Richie?”

Richie grins at him like they’re friends. “I just thought we could catch up, Jimmy. I’ve seen you hanging out with your new girlfriend.”

Jimmy swallows hard. Was that what this was about?

“Oh yeah…”

“Oh yeah,” Richie mocks. “What, you think no one had noticed? That one of the hottest girls at school is suddenly hanging off your dick and no one would say anything?”

Jimmy shrugs, but his mouth has gone bone dry. He’d been dating Cindy for the last three weeks and it had sent ripples through school. Everyone was shocked. That someone as beautiful and popular as Cindy would even talk to a guy like Jimmy, let alone fall head over heels for him. At lunchtime she now ditched all her friends to sit in a corner of the cafeteria with him, and after school walked home with his hand in hers. At the weekend, they got ice cream and walked to the lake and sat in his backyard, and the entire time she looked at him with her big blue eyes, and told him she never wanted anything else. 

“It’s just curious, that’s all,” Richie continues, eyes glinting. “Pretty sure she hated your fucking guts a few months ago.”

“Things change, Richie.”

“Is that right,“ he replies, his dark eyebrows raised mockingly.

And Jimmy’s had enough. He gets enough shit from jock assholes as it is, without a weird fucking kid like Richie joining in.

“Richie, I really have to get to class. Gym is starting and if I’m late-”

Richie pushes him back against the wall with one hand to his chest. The skin on the back of his hand is mottled, scarred, and Jimmy’s chest tightens. The skin looks like it was run over with a sheet of barbed wire. 

“Hold your horses,” Richie says, “we haven’t finished catching up yet.”

Jimmy blurts, “Are you… are you jealous or something?”

“Nice try, dipshit, but no, I’m not jealous that you’re with a blonde airhead like Cindy. I need to know how you did it.”

Jimmy feels the bottom drop out of his stomach.

“What?”

“Come on,” Richie says, his mouth unfurling into a slow, smoky grin, “don’t wuss out on me now.”

“Cindy has feelings for me.”

Richie barks and rolls his eyes. "Unless you’re seriously packing down there, I doubt that.”

“I mean it, we have a real connection.”

The good humour drops from Richie’s face.

“Bullshit,” he hisses, making Jimmy flinch. “I know you did something. No way would she even fucking look at a little creep like you if you hadn’t done something to her. So you’re either paying her, but I know your parents are piss poor so it’s not that. Maybe you’re blackmailing her, but you’re too pussy for that too. So it has to be something else.”

“What do you mean?” Jimmy splutters, feeling like he’s going to wet himself. 

He’d heard things about Richie over the last few years. That he got his scars from some unknown childhood trauma, that he’d been kidnapped and tortured by a crazy man. Jimmy didn’t know how true any of that was, but he couldn’t deny the mad glint in Richie’s eyes. That his smiles were always slightly too manic to be good-natured. That when he laughed it sent chills through him. 

“Are you going to beat me up? Tell Cindy? Try to reverse the spell?”

He regrets it the second it’s out his mouth, but Richie’s eyes shine, like he’d guessed the twist in a movie before everyone else. 

“I knew it,” he says.

Panic grips Jimmy; it catapults him halfway across the bathroom, but Richie is too fast for him. Before he can make it to the door, he feels a hand on his backpack and a second later he’s being thrown back towards the sinks. He crashes back, stumbling, and almost falls to the floor. And Richie just stares at him, a dead heat lighting up his eyes. One brown and one blue. 

“Please, let me go, Richie,” Jimmy says, half crumpled against the sinks. He cringes at the whimpering note in his voice, how close he sounds to begging.

“I don’t think so.”

“Why? Are you going to blackmail me?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“What do you want? I don’t have anything to give you. I don’t have money.”

Richie’s lips draw back in a snarl. “Are you really that fucking stupid? I’m here because I want you to do it for me too.”

Jimmy blinks at him. He didn’t think Richie would have any problems with girls. Not with the way they had started to look at him.

His mind flicks through the girls in their year, tries to settle on anyone Richie might like. But he’d never seen Richie pay attention to any girls he knew. Come to think of it, he didn’t think Richie ever had a girlfriend.

“You do…? On who?”

Richie doesn’t hesitate as he says, “Eddie Kaspbrak.”

Jimmy feels his mouth drop open. He says, “You’re… you’re a fag?”

Richie’s face goes dark, and Jimmy’s vision blacks out as Richie’s fist smashes into the side of his mouth. He staggers back, his head cracking against the wall, and distantly he hears himself cry out as a searing bolt of pain shoots through his skull.

When he comes to, his vision blotting hazily at the corners, Richie’s wiping his bloody knuckles against his jeans. 

“Maybe we should try that again,” he says, tone mild, like he hadn’t just punched Jimmy in the face. “But if you say that fucking word one more time, I’ll push you out the window.”

Jimmy’s eyes prickle hot as the blood drips down his mouth. He thinks he might cry.

Richie notices and he sneers at him. “God, you’re such a fucking pussy. I could do a lot worse than that, you know.”

“I don’t know if I can do the spell again.”

And he didn’t. Jimmy had found the spell in an old tome he’d found in a dark basement bookstore two towns over. A place he heard whispers about. He hadn’t even thought the spell would work. But it had. He’d walked out of his house the next morning and Cindy had been on his doorstep, so happy and eager to see him Jimmy initially thought it had been a joke. But it hadn’t. She was besotted.

Richie looks unamused as he pulls an old lighter out of his pocket. 

“You better remember,” he says, as he flicks it on, the orange flame making Jimmy jump. “Or I’ll have to help you jog your memory.”

“I… I guess I could try,” he mumbles as he watches the flame burn in Richie’s hand.

Richie shakes his head. “You’ll need to do better than that.” He flicks the lighter off and on again. “Have you been burned before? I read once that being set on fire is the most excruciating pain you can ever feel. I wonder if Cindy will still feel the same about you if she can’t recognise you. Spell or no spell.”

Desperation claws at Jimmy’s throat and he quickly blurts, “Okay, I’ll do it, I will.”

Richie flicks the lighter off. “Good,” he says. 

And a part of Jimmy, though surprised, gets it, because Eddie was beautiful. Over the last year he’d blossomed from a sick little boy into something slender and sweet, with long tanned legs and the thickest lashes Jimmy had ever seen. There was a rumour going around school that Eddie was prettier than most girls, and that they all hated him for it. Not that he seemed to notice. He went to his classes and ran with the track team, and was always quiet and serene, apart from the times he saw Richie. When his expression went icy and his tone turned brittle.

Jimmy still can’t help but ask, “Why him?”

"Because he’s everything,” Richie replies. 

Jimmy doesn’t know what to say to that, so instead he says, “I’ll need something of his. For the spell to bind to him.”

“No problem.”

Richie takes a small locket of dark hair out of his pocket. Jimmy stares at it. He doesn’t want to know how Richie got it. How he already had it on him. 

“There are risks, I need you to know that,” he says as Richie hands it to him. 

Richie just stares at him, looking bored. “I don’t really care.”

“But it might not work. Or it could go wrong. Sometimes these spells… sometimes they don’t turn out the way we expect them to.”

And Jimmy was telling the truth. He’d heard some terrible things. Sometimes the spell didn’t take, and sometimes it took too well, driving the enchanted lover to the edges of hysteria, so obsessed with the object of their affections that they couldn’t eat or sleep. That they couldn’t function without being with the person who had cast the spell.

“Just do whatever it takes,” Richie says, his brown eye so dark it looked almost black. “I want him to be crazy for me. So crazy that he needs me, all the time. I don’t want him to think of anything else but me. Got it?”

“Got it,” Jimmy says quietly. And for some reason he feels ashamed. 

He jumps again when he feels Richie clap his hand down on his shoulder.

“There we go, that wasn’t so hard was it? You have a week. Or I’ll tell everyone what you’ve done. And your cute new girlfriend won’t be able to stand the sight of you.” He grins at Jimmy. "Sound good?”

“Yeah,“ Jimmy says, head nodding stupidly even as his stomach churns. “Sounds good.”

“Cool, I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

On his way out, Richie gestures to Jimmy’s nose. “You might want to clean that up by the way. Get a cotton bud up there.”

In the silence following Richie’s departure, Jimmy stares at himself in the mirror and doesn’t recognise the pale, pleading face staring back at him. He thinks he might be sick, but instead he mops up the blood oozing from his nose and goes to gym.

A week later, he hides around a corner as he watches Richie hand Eddie the candy: a little bag of pink love hearts knotted at the top with a ribbon. Inside, one of the love hearts is special. Nestled inside the sugar is a drop of lamb’s blood, crushed belladonna, and the membrane of a baby bird. The potion Jimmy had made and injected into the candy the night before, the potion that would turn Eddie’s blood molten for Richie.

Eddie asks, "Why, Richie?" 

"Can’t I treat you, baby?” Richie replies.

“Don’t call me that please.”

Eddie looks at the candy dubiously at first, but eventually he can’t resist, and he takes it from Richie with a mumbled thanks.

Jimmy has a thought of ducking round the corner and running down the hall, slapping the candy from Eddie’s hands just in time, of saving him. But he doesn’t. Because he’s a coward. So he hangs back and watches instead. Watches as Eddie takes the special love heart, the one that’s pinker and plumper than the rest, and pops it into his mouth. 

The change is instantaneous. Eddie’s body goes suddenly taut, as if his limbs are being pulled together by a string, and his eyes go bright and glossy as he stares up at Richie. The frown between his eyes melts away, and in its place his expression softens, his mouth pink and lax as he mouths Richie’s name. 

Jimmy feels like he’s going to throw up. He spins around and starts walking away just as he hears Eddie say, “Richie,” like he’s seeing the other boy for the first time. Like Richie is a bright, burning sphere of sunshine in an endless night. He walks down the hallway and all the way home. Tosses and turns all night with half-snatched dreams.

And the next day, when he comes across the two boys making out in the woods, Eddie’s mouth so wet and red as Richie bites at it, his hands grabbing as Eddie through his jeans while the smaller boy gasps, Jimmy doesn’t do anything. And when Richie’s eyes meet his over Eddie’s head, swimming with mirth, and something like greed, Jimmy stumbles and runs. He runs and runs, and not once does he ever think to look back.

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Scripted: Part 13

Namjoon x Reader; Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, President!Namjoon, Head of Security!Jimin

Warnings: (Reluctant) open relationship, mentions of cheating, smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie

The next day, you were pacing around your and Namjoon’s bedroom, waiting for the inevitable tirade that your husband was sure to go on at any time.

In order to get out of going to a banquet with Namjoon that night, you had Momo release an official statement on your behalf that you were currently at the end of fighting off a flu bug and that in order to attend the children’s benefit that was planned for tomorrow and be at your best, you’d have to rest tonight. The thing is though, you didn’t give Namjoon any head’s up before you had Momo do that so you knew he’d be pissed. 

However, you genuinely couldn’t find it inside yourself to care. You were fucking tired of putting yourself last for Namjoon, and you wanted to do what you wanted for a change. What you wanted, was to spend to the night with Jimin and be around someone who you knew cared for you and not just cared about what you could do for them. 

“Y/N-ah!” You heard Namjoon yell and when you turned around to look at the door, he was pushing it open and walking inside. 

“Yes Namjoon?” You answered and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“What the hell was that press notice?” He demanded to know. “You’re not sick.”

“I’m not, but I do have other plans tonight,” you shrugged. 

“Other plans?” Namjoon chuckled. “Y/N-ah, you really can’t think that I’m this stupid.”

“Oh, that’s debatable,” you laughed. “But please, enlighten me on what you’re talking about.”

“I’m choosing to ignore that,” he replied darkly. “And you’re going to see Jimin, aren’t you? I know that he has tonight off.”

“What I choose to do with my time and/or who I choose to spend it with is none of your concern,” you told him. “Just like how it’s none of my concern who you fuck.”

“Again, you made it very clear what you thought of this marriage once we decided to stay together and you cannot be mad because I took you seriously,” he pointed out. “However, I think I do have a right to be upset when my wife is fucking the head of our security detail.”

“I haven’t even fucked him, so it’s nice to know how little you think of me,” you scoffed. 

“I’ve seen the way that he looks at you, so I assumed,” Namjoon shrugged. “Regardless, you have a duty as First Lady and you can’t blow off these events because you wanna go play with your boy toy.”

“Oh, just like how you got sucked off in your office?” You questioned. “With the door unlocked?”

“You know what I’m saying Y/N-ah.”

“I do but I don’t care Namjoon,” you said. “I’m not going to the banquet with you tonight, I’m leaving the Blue House and most likely won’t be back until tomorrow when it’s time to get ready for the benefit, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“What is it that you’re really trying to say Y/N-ah?” He challenged you and you reached over to grab the bag you had packed and hooked the strap over your shoulder as you looked back at him. 

“I’m saying that just like you, I’m doing whatever I want now,” you answered, walking past him and shoulder checking him before you walked out of the bedroom, leaving your husband dumbfounded. 

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“Hi baby bird,” Jimin smiled once he had opened the door to his apartment, and you did the same as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Hi,” you replied, giggling when he picked you up and carried you into the apartment, shutting the door with his foot before setting you down. 

“How was the drive?” He asked you and you nodded.

“Good, good.”

“And everything at the Blue House?” He wondered and you shook your head, reaching up and moving his fringe out of his eyes.

“Don’t you worry about that,” you assured him. “Everything’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“More than,” you nodded, leaning forward and kissing him firmly. 

“Come on minx, you can put your bag in my room,” Jimin teased you, making you smack his arm before you followed him down the small hallway to his bedroom. You walked inside behind him and set your bag down next to his dresser and Jimin moved over to wrap his arms around your waist from behind. 

“I’m so happy that you’re here, with me,” he whispered as he hook his chin over your shoulder and you set your hands on top of his. 

“I am too,” you smiled, turning around in his arms so that you were facing him. “I’d much rather be here with you than with Namjoon at some boring banquet.”

“I bet,” he chuckled. “So, what do you wanna do? I have movies, we could order in, whatever you want.”

“Well, since we actually have the tine, I kind of wanted to,” you trailed off, leaning forward and kissing Jimin softly. After a few seconds, you pulled away and Jimin raised an eyebrow at you. 

“You sure?” He checked. “I don’t want you to feel pressured and think that you have to.”

“No, I want to,” you stated firmly. “I’ve wanted to ever since that day you fingered me on your couch.”

“Full disclosure?” He asked and you nodded. “I’ve wanted to since the first time that I saw you.”

“Then do something about it,” you teased. “I’m here and I’m yours to do with what you want.”

“You might not wanna tell me that,” Jimin chuckled. “I’d never want to let you go.”

“That might not be so bad,” you murmured softly and Jimin’s heart ached (in a good way) as he moved forward and kissed you passionately. As the two of you made out, Jimin walked backwards until he was at his bed, falling backwards and pulling you down with him. 

“Give me a little warning next time,” you giggled, moving up and swinging your legs over his body so that you were straddling him. 

“Sorry,” he chuckled, watching with hooded eyes as you sat up and grabbed the hem of your t-shirt, pulling it up and over your head. “I kind of wanted to do that myself.”

“I’m a little impatient, if you haven’t noticed,” you laughed, that laugh turning into a moan when Jimin reached up and began to palm your breasts through your bra. 

“How about if you get this off for me?” He suggested and you nodded rapidly, readily reaching behind your back and unclipping your bra, pulling it down from your shoulders and tossing it onto the floor. Jimin sat up then, leaning forward and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking earnestly. 

“Ohh shit,” you hissed, setting your hands on the back of his neck as you looked down to watch him. 

“So fucking pretty,” he praised you once he had let go of one nipple, only to move right over to the other in order to give it the same treatment. You threw your head back in pleasure, the feeling of him sucking your nipple sending waves right down to your lower half. 

“Fuck, I need you undressed,” Jimin groaned deeply as he unlatched from your chest and looked up at you. “Wanna eat your pussy baby.”

“Fuck, yeah,” you nodded instantly. “Yeah.” You quickly moved from on top of him, settling yourself down on the bed while Jimin sat up and moved onto his knees. You reached down and unbuttoned the jeans that you had on, lifting your butt in order to slide them down your thighs, catching the band of your underwear and pulling them down as well. Jimin helped you, taking hold of the hem and helping to pull your jeans the rest of the way down your legs. After that, you were completely bare underneath his gaze, and you almost wanted to feel self-conscious about it.

“God,” Jimin huffed as he reached down and gently ran his hands up and down the length of your legs. “You’re so beautiful baby bird.”

“Sure you’re not just saying that because I’m naked and in your bed?” You joked, making him laugh as he shook his head.

“Pretty sure,” he replied as he lowered his body down so that his chest was on the bed. “And the crazy thing is, you’re pretty everywhere.”

“Thank y-you,” you gasped out, the feeling of Jimin’s tongue laving over your clit surprising you. You lifted your head to watch as Jimin licked and sucked at your clit, making your heart race from how good it felt. 

“Oh, that’s good,” you encouraged him, reaching down and pushing his fringe up and out of his eyes and holding it out of the way for him as he ate you. 

“Think you can take a finger baby?” He asked about a minute later and you nodded. You watched as Jimin took his pointer finger and stuck it into his mouth, getting it wet with saliva, before he took it back out and set it against your slit.

“Let me know if it’s too much, alright?” He said as he looked up at you.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you smiled. “It’s been a while but I can take a finger.”

“Ok,” he nodded, looking down as he slowly pushed his finger inside of you. When he noticed that you weren’t making any noises of discomfort, he curled his finger inside of you, which caused you to moan. He then leaned down and resumed sucking at your clit, and you thought you were going to lose your mind.

“That feels so good,” you moaned, the feeling of Jimin’s mouth and his finger hurtling you towards your orgasm. “Give me another finger please.”

“Sure?” He mumbled against you, and the vibrations of it against your clit made your back arch up from the bed.

“Yes yes, give it to me,” you begged and you felt another finger prodding at your entrance. Jimin stopped moving his pointer finger before slowly sliding his middle finger alongside it, and gently moving them in and out of you.

“Like that baby?” He murmured. 

“Fuckkk, just like that,” you drawled. Jimin put his mouth back onto your clit and sucked hard on it, while simultaneously moving his fingers faster and reaching deeper inside of you. 

“J-jimin, I’m gonna come,” you gasped, reaching down and burying your fingers in his hair as he continued to fuck you. Soon enough, your orgasm washed over you, and you let out a small squeal as you came all over Jimin’s fingers. 

“Good,” Jimin mumbled softly after taking his mouth off of you, moving his fingers slowly until they were out of you. You fell back against the bed and watched with hooded eyes as he brought the two fingers that had just been inside of you and stuck them into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Come here,” you beckoned, holding your hands out and Jimin smirked, taking his fingers out of his mouth and crawling up your body until his face was right above you. You leaned up and kissed him passionately, the taste of yourself very prominent on his tongue. 

“Wanna suck you off,” you mumbled against his lips and he pulled back a little in order to look at you.

“Later,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I really wanna fuck you and see how you look when you come on my cock instead of my fingers,” he whispered huskily, making your heart race. “And besides, aren’t you staying the night with me?”

“I’m all yours,” you nodded.

“Then we’ll have plenty of time for you to do that later,” he assured you, leaning down and giving you a quick kiss. “Gonna be good for me and let me fuck you?”

“You know I will,” you giggled, releasing your grip on him so that he could sit up. He made quick work of removing his t-shirt, before reaching down and pushing the band of his shorts off of his hips. You watched as his cock sprang free as he kicked his shorts off of his legs and crawled back to you.

“Commando?” You acknowledged and Jimin just shrugged.

“I like to be free when I’m at home,” he answered and you nodded as you let your legs fall apart so that he could slot himself in between them. “I’m gonna ask again, you sure that you wanna do this? Because you know that we don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you confirmed. “Wanna feel you.”

“Ok, but you tell me if it hurts too bad,” he told you and you nodded. He spit into the palm of his right hand before reaching down and rubbing it over the tip of his cock. He then grabbed the base and positioned himself with your slit, slowly moving his hips forward and sinking into you. 

“Shit, wait, wait, wait,” you pleaded breathlessly, the stretch of his cock almost burning. 

“Ok, ok,” Jimin groaned, leaning down and setting his forehead against your shoulder, his breathing sounding ragged. “Just how long has it been for you Y/N-ah?”

“A-a year, I think,” you replied and Jimin just huffed.

“No wonder you’re so fucking tight,” he grumbled, and you couldn’t help but to smile because you could tell that it was taking all of his restraint in order to not fuck you into the sheets.

“I think you can move now,” you spoke up and Jimin nodded, lifting his head and watching your face as he gently pulled out and then pushed back in. The burn was still there, but it definitely wasn’t as bad so you knew that your body was adjusting. 

“You have no idea how often I’ve thought about this,” Jimin confessed and you quirked an eyebrow up at him.

“You thought about me?” You wondered and he chuckled as he nodded his head.

“How could I not?” He said. “You’re so sweet, and so caring, and not to mention, you look great in those dresses that you like to wear whenever you’re doing First Lady appearances and duties.”

“I do have great legs,” you agreed, laughing at how he rolled his eyes at you before he continued to fuck into you. 

“Doing ok?” He checked in and you nodded.

“It’s getting better,” you said, a tiny moan escaping you when his cock brushed up against your g-spot.

“Seems like it’s better than that,” Jimin smirked and you just replied by reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a deep kiss. While the two of you made out, Jimin began to move his hips a little faster.

“Ohh, that’s good,” you blurted out, and you could feel yourself clenching around him. 

“Gripping me so tight,” he muttered deeply, thrusting into you deeper.

“Fuck, just like that,” you encouraged, looking up at him and biting your lip.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he warned but it almost sounded like he was also pleaded as well. 

“Can’t help it,” you whimpered, the familiar feelings of an orgasm starting to bubble to the surface for you. 

“I love you,” he confessed and the both of you froze, you out of shock and Jimin out of disbelief that he had just let that slip out of his mouth. 

“You mean that?” You wondered and at that point, Jimin had one of two options. He could pretend like he hadn’t said what he had just said, or he could stand firm in his feelings for you. Jimin had never been a coward though, and he wasn’t gonna start now.

“Yeah, I mean it,” he nodded. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you replied with no hesitation and Jimin’s eyes widened. 

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” you giggled while nodding your head. “You treat me so well, and you’re so loving, and I never have to question your intentions because all you care about is me and not what I can do for you.”

“You’re damn right,” he confirmed, leaning down and kissing you again as he resumed his thrusts.

“Harder,” you commanded and he raised a brow at you. “I can take it Jimin.”

“Alright, but you asked for it,” he smirked, picking up his pace and fucking you harder. You clutched onto his back, and you were pretty sure that he was going to have some marks from how hard your nails were digging into his skin but you couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck yes,” you gasped, your orgasm quickly building.

“You’re gonna make me come soon,” Jimin chuckled breathlessly as he looked down at you. “You almost there?”

“Yeah, just don’t stop,” you pleaded and Jimin nodded, looking down to where the two of you were connected and watching as he fucked you. You held your hand up to your mouth, letting some slide onto them before you lowered your hand and set it against your clit, rubbing in firm circles.

“Shit, that’s it baby bird,” Jimin praised you. “Make yourself come on my cock.”

“God Jimin,” you whimpered, your orgasm finally washing over you after rubbing your clit for a few seconds. “I’m coming!”

“Fuck yes,” he literally growled, fucking you even hard than he had been, making your hand fall away from your clit and your back arch up from the bed as a result of his vigorous thrusts.

“Oh my fuck,” you panted, falling back onto the bed and moaning as Jimin chased his own high.

“Where can I come?” He wondered.

“Inside of me,” you said and he looked up at you. “Birth control.”

“Ok,” he nodded. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he groaned, setting his forehead against yours as you felt warm spurts of cum flood inside of you. Once he was done, he pulled out of you and then flopped down on the bed next to you, throwing his arm over your stomach. 

“I didn’t mean to say it like that,” he spoke up after a few minutes of silence. 

“What? The ‘I love you’?” You asked and Jimin nodded. “It’s ok, I don’t mind.”

“But still, I shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that,” he said. 

“Hey, I love you back so that’s all that matters,” you smiled, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “You stopped yourself from saying it yesterday when you dropped me off, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed sheepishly. 

“I could tell,” you giggled. 

“But like you said, doesn’t matter now,” he shrugged, moving closer to you and setting his chin on your shoulder. The two of you stayed like that for a little while longer, the afterglow of your orgasms and the sounds of both of your breathing returning to normal the only palpable things in the room. 

“I’m leaving Namjoon,” you randomly spoke up and Jimin sat up to look down at you. 

“You serious?” He chuckled.

“Yeah. I mean, I love you and after everything that’s happened between Namjoon and I, I don’t think there’s any hope for him and I,” you explained. “Of course, it’ll probably take longer than a regular divorce and I’m sure that his father will try to fight me on it, but I’ll do whatever it takes to get it done because I wanna be with you.”

“I wanna be with you too baby bird,” he smiled, leaning down and setting his hand on your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you grinned, giggling against his lips when he leaned down and kissed you passionately. 

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We're In This Together [Pico's School AU] Prologue

"Yo, Pico! Catch!"

Pico could recognize the voice immediately as one of his real good friends, Darnell. He looked up from the sidewalk, spotting the boy from the other side of the fence of his home.

Darnell was an average looking dude, just like Pico. He had dark brown skin, and always wore the same tacky looking purple and yellow hoodie, and same normal baggy denim jeans. He always wore his hair in a flat top, but after a stupid prank from his older brother, it was lopsided. He ended up liking the look, so he kept it, much to Pico's dismay.

Darnell was taller than Pico, but the ginger always said when they get older, he was gonna be taller than both of his friends. they doubt that, always to get him riled up.

He rolled his eyes at the thought, then shot Darnell a playful scowl. "What're you doing, dumbass? We got school today." As he spoke, a ball came flying his way. He didn't have time to think before it hit him in the face, bouncing against the pavement and into the street. "I even gave you a warnin' man!" Darnell cackled as Pico put a hand on his head, now actually scowling at him.

He took the long walk around his fence, then ran to grab his ball before any cars decided to run it over. "You know I don't do sports!" Pico shouted back at him, only to feel an arm sling around his shoulder. He groaned, somewhat irritated from how much air is probably in Darnell's head right now. "Get your bag, and let's go." Darnell laughed at his seriousness, then went off back to his house. "Didn't know you were so eager to see Nene." he joked, and Pico's face flushed. "I do not like Nene!!" Darnell either didn't hear, or just didn't respond. He wanted to punch that guy sometimes.

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The walk to school was playful, the two talking about what ridiculous stunts they would do on the way there. Nene was the only one in the group who certainly didn't understand Darnell's obsession with burning things, or Pico's obsession with breaking things. She only expressed her violent tendencies when she needed to.

Speak of the devil.. There she sat on the doorstep of the school building, obviously looking out for the two, trying to make sure they didn't die on their way to school or something. Her usual dress up was somewhat of an eye sore, clad in all pink gear, a bright pink tank dress, and lighter pink long sleeve under that. She always wore the same shade of tights underneath the darker pink dress, little pink Mary Janes with a cute little heart design, and to top it all off, a pink head band to keep her short, black hair in tact.

"Where have you two been?? Class already started!!" Nene shouted at the two. Pico rolled his eyes, nudging Darnell on the arm. "C'mon, before she gets any louder." They playfully gagged at each other, and caught Nene crossing her arms and puffing her cheeks. "Guess I just won't skip with you guys anymore." She scoffed, and the two boys looked to her urgently. "Noooo!"

"You always bring good snacks!!"

Nene scoffed, smacking both of them upside their heads as they approached her. "So all I'm good for is snacks?" Darnell rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, shrugging. "Basically?" Pico sighed lightly, rubbing his own head as well. "No, Nene." He reassured her. With a satisfied huff, she turned on her heel, opening the school doors for them. They're lucky they got there before they locked that shit shut.

The three ventured inside, turning right on the very first door, and walked inside. "Pico, Nene, Darnell.. You three are late." The teacher seemed to deflate a little a their entrance. Pico couldn't care less. "We're very sorry Mrs. Fee." Nene spoke for the two, and Darnell groaned. "I'm not." His retort elicited small giggles from within the class, and Mrs. Fee shook her head. "Just sit down, and get your text books. We're on page four forty-one." She informed them. Now it was Pico's turn to groan in protest. There weren't days any more boring than text book days. Well test days are a close second.

Pico, Nene, and Darnell sat in a perfectly straight line horizontally from each other, Nene on Pico's left, and Darnell on the right. Nene hated her seat sometimes due to being near one of the goth kids of the school, Cassandra. She was so brooding, and quiet. Pico thought she didn't have friends for a long time, until he had a run in with all those weird kids.

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More goth kids?

Sure, Pico knew his class wasn't the only class in school. He just rarely saw anyone outside of their classes other than their five minute break for lockers. He was being forced to stay after school for math tutoring, which sucked ass. He'd rather do half of what he knows and get a D than be forced to actually learn the shit.

He spotted the group standing around the bathroom, the only one he could recognize being Cassandra. "Hey, Prick-o." Speak of the devil, she must have caught him staring, given she now had a hard smirk on her face. The other two boys turned to him as well. One of them had blue skin, which was weird, and the other had an eye patch. The one with the eye patch was pretty tall for a thirteen or fourteen year old. Pico wouldn't be caught dead fighting him.

"You got something to say, then say it." She scoffed at Pico's lack of response, and he sneered back at her, gripping his hold on his backpack. "I didn't know you had friends, Cassandra." He said, and Casandra growled. "You little.." She was about to go off on him, but Cyclops stepped forward, which honestly intimidated the Ginger. "Yeah she has friends, who wouldn't hesitate to beat your ass if you don't keep walking." He threatened him. He must be at least fifteen, he sounded like he hit puberty already.

Pico clicked his teeth and rolled his eyes to seem unfazed, so he continued on his way. Yeah, his heart was beating out of his chest, so what? Doesn't mean he's a pussy. Just.. let him call Nene and Darnell first, shit..

Fuck those guys.. He laughed under his breath. They weren't worth the energy.

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"Have you heard about the desolate battlegrounds just outside the city?"

God they were so noisy..

"No you nerd. What does that have to do with us?"

Why couldn't he nap in peace..

"That means we'd be hit first if anything got through!"

"What are you two even talking about??"

Pico opened his eyes with an irritated grunt, pouting his lips and looking behind them. They had been walking home from school, but decided to stop at the park. They had hijacked the playground from all the younger kids, and Pico had decided to take a peaceful little nap near the slide, sitting on the steps that led up to it. Of course, Nene and Darnell were right by him, talking as loud as fucking possible.

"Duh! The fact that we're right next to a fucking warzone!" Pico scoffed at how worried he sounded. "We'll be just fine. My-" He had a wide smirk on his face as Darnell stopped him. "Don't you fucking say it."

"My dad-"

"Don't do it!!"

"-makes for a good condom."

Nene made a sound of disgust, and Darnell groaned as Pico burst into laughter. He really got his sense of humor from his dad. And damn proud of it. "That doesn't even make any sense." Nene huffed softly, and Pico sat up, now fully facing the two. "yeah it does! The military is protecting the city from being penetrated, therefore, condom joke." The ginger grinned proudly, showing off the gap right between his front teeth. he thought it was fucking adorable, fuck anyone who said it looked weird.

"You really need to stop hanging around your dad." Darnell grumbled, pulling out his phone. The sky began to transition to an orange color, so Darnell's parents wanted him and Pico home. Pico would stay over Darnell's house, since his dads only had so much to come back home and relax. Maybe only a couple weeks max, considering his dad is the captain. He likes to flex that a lot.

"We should get going. We'll walk you home first though." Darnell socked Nene in the arm, making her whine and rub the spot. That would probably bruise later. "Fine. But I can protect myself." She huffed as the group began to leave the playground. "You're a thirteen year old little girl Nene."

"And?"

"You so can't protect yourself!"

"You don't know that!"

Pico snickered as they bickered. Nene really thought she was so tough just because she took a few karate classes. In her defense, her parents did make her, specifically after finding out her two main friends were boys. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, glancing in the wake of the duo. He felt.. like he saw something in the corner of his eye. Weird.. He stared down the street, watching the street lamps turn on almost simultaneously. "Yo, Pico?" He turned around. Nene and Darnell had stopped, now looking at him. "C'mon dude, I don't feel like getting yelled at again." He exasperated.

Pico simply snorted. "I was yelled at too you dip." He retorted, quickly shuffling to catch up with them. Well, whatever it was, if it was anything, it would have to fight all three of them, so fuck it.

Everything was gonna be just fine.

[nekomassetters]

Nineteen

After hearing your coach's voice boom across the gym, the girls' volleyball team members simultaneously whip their bodies across to face their mentor.

"Alright girls I'm ending practice here. You all should try to relax before we leave on Monday and remember we're leaving right in the morning!"

Your friends begin to sigh in relief from finally getting a break. Nakamura especially voices her excitement, forgetting that her coach is nearby.

"And don't go too crazy with partying either," your coach says skeptically, "I'm looking at you 'Mura!"

Nakamura's face immediately goes pale and apologizes for her behavior. After the rest of the lecture, you walk over to Nakamura to soothe her gloomy state.

"She always calls me out," Nakamura pouts as you guide her to the other girls packing their belongings.

"That's so not true," Ritsuko voices, "I constantly get told to check my damn language because I'm the captain! So dumb. It's not like any of you don't say that stuff!"

"Yeah but it's because you're the captain," Mito chuckles.

"No fair," you hear Ritsuko mumble in response.

As you begin to walk away you hear Mito call out to you.

"Hey Y/N you want to get something to eat?"

Behind Mito, you hear Ritsuko mumble to herself.

"Y/N. The one person coach never yells at."

Either you were the only person who heard her or the rest of your friends decided to ignore her complaint.

"Sorry but I'm going to practice with the guys," you tell them.

"Again?!" exclaims Nakamura.

"Well yeah," you say as you observe your friends who all have worried looks on their faces, "but I promise I won't go too crazy like coach said!"

You wave goodbye to your friends and exit the gym, heading to the other one nearby containing the boys' team.

Once you put your bag down, you walk up to Kenma who stands with Kuroo, Yaku, and Lev.

"You really don't want to come?" Kuroo begs his roommate, "It's just going to be me, 'Kaashi, and Bokuto."

Kenma shakes his head, telling his friend that he doesn't plan on going to Fukurodani University with him right now. This immediately strikes an idea in your brain as you turn to Kenma and give him an innocent smile.

"Wanna hang out with me then?"

The group looks at you as if you have three heads before proceeding to look at Kenma in anticipation of his answer.

"Sure," he replies calmly as he shrugs.

"What the hell?!"

You can see the shock on the boys' faces as Kenma's response registers in their ears.

"You won't go with Kuroo but you'll hang out with Y/N-chan? That's a little suspicious, Kenma," Yaku teases.

"Yeah seriously," Kuroo whines, "how is there nothing going on between you two."

Before either you or Kenma could retaliate, Lev comes to your rescue.

"Because they're both friends and have common interests. Besides Kenma probably doesn't want to go all the way to Fukurodani when he could just stay here," he shrugs.

Someone remind me that I totally owe Lev one.

"Huh?" Yaku's voice squeaks, "you really believe that's all that's-"

"Come on Kenma," you say as you interrupt Yaku as begin walking away from the group.

📷

That evening after practice, you and Kenma hang out in his room for awhile. The two of you spend a little over an hour playing video games together until you realize the time.

"Oh shit," you exclaim as you look down at your phone, "I've gotta work on something for my class, is it okay if I finish it super quick?"

"Sure," Kenma says as he nods his head, "do you mind if I call Kuroo?"

Kenma holds up his headset, indicating to you that he was going to join a game with Kuroo and Bokuto.

"Sure you don't have to ask me," you grin.

"Well I just didn't want to disturb you while you're doing your work," he quietly expresses with a bit of concern in his tone.

"Nah don't worry about it," you tell him.

You give Kenma a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up and pulling out your notebook.

Stupid. I shouldn't have done that.

After grabbing the tools you need to complete your work, you lay everything out on Kenma's bed, just above where he is leaning against it.

As you continue to work, you find yourself getting distracted by the game Kenma's playing, not that you really cared about the work anyway.

Once completing most of the work, you finally allow yourself to become fully attentive to the game he's winning. Without real thought, you find your hand playing with Kenma's hair. The only thing making you realize that you had started petting him was after he sat up a bit from tensing to the unexpected behavior.

For a moment, you could swear you saw Kenma's ears light up, and you decided that you could take this to your advantage yet again.

After closing your notebook and packing your things up a bit, you slide down beside Kenma to sit next to him.

"You guys are so damn slow," Kenma's bored voice strikes as he does his best to ignore you staring at him.

As you look over at him, you observe how his cheeks refuse to stop turning bright red.

God he's so cute when he's flustered.

While turning your gaze back to the screen of his game, you place your hand against his shorts. Immediately you're greeted with a hard bulge at contact.

Aaaand, that's why.

Briefly, Kenma makes eye contact with you. You immediately acknowledge the almost pleading look in his eyes as if to tell you to stop although he clearly wanted you to continue.

"May I?" you whisper to him.

After Kenma nods, you position yourself a bit better to face his bottom half and remove his shorts along with his boxers underneath. When you look up at him, the pleading look on his face intensifies.

Swiftly, you position your mouth over him and begin to take in his length. As your mouth swirls around him, you feel him squirm a bit underneath you.

A hand suddenly attaches to your hair. By now you knew that this meant he wanted you to take in more of him. Willing to submit to his nonverbal instruction, you do as he wishes.

"Fuck..."

Small grunts find their way escaping from his mouth as you continue to pump your mouth around him.

"Shut up," you hear him groan.

Remembering that he's still on the call with his friends, you find a smirk crawl across your face.

"Because I hate having to play with you guys," he continues talking as best he can manage, "you've got no skills, Kuroo."

Knowing he was about to finish, Kenma places a hand back on your head, but this time just to feel you as you push deeper on your own.

"Yo Kenma why the hell did you stop moving?!" you hear an unfamiliar, yet loud voice call out.

Kenma doesn't respond to his friend. As he tunes out the others, he focuses on the hot ropes of liquid he's once again shooting down your throat.

"Fuck," Kenma groans, not caring who heard him, "it's Y/N's turn."

You instantly pick your head up in shock as you hear Kenma's words. You begin shaking your head frantically as you know what he's trying to do.

Kenma stuffs the headset on you and quickly tells his friends through the speaker that you wanted control so he's letting you have it.

You feel your face heat up at his statement. His eyes slice into yours as he deviously smiles and backs away from you. After pushing the controller into your hands, you feel your own shorts getting removed.

"Hey Hey Hey!" you hear the same voice from before boom through the speaker.

"Hi," you awkwardly respond as you try to keep your eyes fixated on the game.

"Concentrate on the game Y/N," Kenma whispers to you as he spreads apart your legs.

You shake your head no and do your best to silently protest, but Kenma doesn't listen.

As the game starts for you, it starts for Kenma as well. His warm breath hitting you first as you try your best to stay focused on the task he's given you. You feel your panties being slid down to your ankles before Kenma pulls them off entirely

"Listen Y/N," Kenma says to you after getting tired of your squirming and constant distraction, "don't make a noise."

You shake your head stiffly in response. You then shift your gaze back to the game screen as Kenma dips his head back down between your thighs and beginning to glide his tongue against your folds.

As Kenma plunges his fingers into you, he attaches his mouth to you as well. The sensation of immediate pleasure driving you insane as you do your best to stay on task.

An eventual squeal reaches your lips as Kenma's fingers curl and reach deep into you just the right way.

"That's what you deserve," he mumbles before continuing his own job.

"What's going on?" you hear Kuroo's skeptical voice through Kenma's headset.

"Sorry," you breathe, "I guess I'm just not very good at this game."

You let out a weak laugh as you once more get distracted by looking down at Kenma.

"Hey once this game is over, you and Kenma should come over so I can meet you!" the man who you were recently introduced to as Bokuto randomly exclaims.

"Uhm..." you try to let out as Kenma keeps his hand attached to the inside of your pussy.

"Don't bother Kenma when his girlfriend is with him," you the other voice you were just introduced as well announces.

Once again your face heats up. This time you look down at Kenma who continues his job as if nothing happened, since he can't hear what the others are saying.

"O-Oh no we-"

"Sorry, Y/N," Bokuto sadly interrupts your rebuttal.

Just then you feel your walls continue to contract as Kenma reaches you to your climax.

"Mmm, it's o..." you try to say to Bokuto.

However, the pleasure you're feeling takes over and you instantly turn off the mic. Freeing Kenma's name from your lips, you feel yourself release onto him.

After pulling his fingers out of your sopping pussy, he looks up at you puzzled.

"I muted it," you say as you try to catch your breath, "don't worry."

"No you didn't," he calmly replies.

You turn your attention to your headset, immediately taking it off of your head and staring at it in horror.

"I'm just kidding," he says as he scoots closer to you, "you did."

"Kenma!" you exclaim, shocked that he made a joke, "don't-"

"Don't what, Y/N?" he asks as he gets dangerously close to your mouth, "you look like you enjoyed that so I doubt you're in any position to complain right about now."

He was right. You had nothing to protest so instead of contradicting him, you were forced to settle with defeat this time.

[literarytrashcollection]

The Model

AN: I love me a soft, fluffy Bucky. I just wanna snuggle him always. Also, spot the Stan Lee cameo.

Bucky x Reader

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I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as I approached the lounge area. Steve and Bucky were talking softly, gentle laughter and whispered memories. How could I interrupt that with something so mundane? I steeled myself at the doorway, mouthing over the words again as I rehearsed what I was going to say for the hundredth time.

I walked in, trying to be casual, and sat down in one of the oversized arm chairs.

“Morning, Y/N,” Bucky said lightly, picking up his coffee. Ever since I had joined the Avengers, I’d be well and thoroughly adopted as the baby of the group. Parker even was defensive over me, and he was younger than me.

I flashed Bucky a nervous smile and looked down at my lap. “Steve, I need to ask you a favor.” I finally blurted after what felt like an eternity of silence. When neither of them spoke, I raised my eyes slightly, meeting Steve’s. “We’re doing…” I cleared my throat. It was suddenly drier than the Sahara in the room and I wanted to run away desperately. “We’re studying the human form for art class and I was wonderingifyouwouldbemymodel.” It came out like word vomit and I swear my face was going to burst into flames from the sheer heat of it.

Bucky snorted. “Aw, Stevie, Y/N wants to get you naked.”

My eyes snapped to Bucky and I narrowed them. “I will end you.” I hissed, but he just laughed harder. “They have a model we can use at school, but I thought the bragging rights would be deserved if I got to use an Avenger. Also, the model at school is a creepy old dude.” The word vomit just kept coming. I was babbling, my nose scrunched up as the image of Stan, the art model came to the forefront of my mind.

I refused to look at Steve—or stop talking—until he said my name gently. When I looked up, he was sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, Dad-Look firmly seated on his face. “Are your intentions pure?” He asked, voice grave but I could see him stifling a smile, just the slightest sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

“That’s it, I’m gonna ask Nat. She’ll do it.” I huffed, standing to storm out of the room. Nat would tease me too, but it would be Titanic jokes, instead of “are you just trying to fuck me” jokes at least.

“I’ll do it,” Bucky said and for a minute, I don’t think me or him or Steve or God even believed what just came out of his mouth. “I mean, if you’re going to get bragging rights for doing an Avenger, it may as well be extra challenging.” He added, raising his metal arm. “Besides, I’m still grounded after I got a little too aggressive with that crime syndicate from my last mission. I’ve got time to kill.”

Steve and I both stared at each other, then back at Bucky. “You know she’s talking about getting you naked, right?” Steve asked.

“No shit, Sherlock. When has my being naked in front of a cute girl ever bothered me?” Bucky retorted. He then took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows at me. “When do we start?”

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Bucky came with me to school the next day. The art department was usually empty on Fridays, so we were able to find a room to ourselves easily. I locked the door, closed the blinds and turned on the lights that I needed while Bucky wandered the edges of the room, looking at the knick-knacks and half finished pieces that littered the shelves.

“If you’re an Avenger, why are you still going to college?” He asked abruptly, fingers drifting over a freshly kiln-ed abstract pottery piece.

I shrugged. “Can’t Avenge forever. Besides, I’m still just in training. I’ve got no more clearance than you do.”

I pushed a lounge chair out of the corner and into the center of the room and draped a cloth over it, then set up my easel and stool. I could calm my raging nerves with the methodical routine of my art set up, ignore the warning sirens in my head with the stability and consistency of an easel, a pad of paper, pencils, erasers and fixative.

“You can probably get comfortable now. You brought a book, right?” I asked, setting out pencils and charcoal for myself. I started some music too, just so I could zone out and work without thinking too much about the fact that I was drawing Bucky naked for a grade. I understand all of those words separately, said the voice in my mind, dwelling on it being Bucky and him being naked and the ease of which he was willing to do it.

“I didn’t know I needed to,” he said sheepishly and my heart dropped. He was going to be naked, bored, and making fun of me. I had planned to just draw him reading, but that was out the window. Fan-fucking-tastic. “It’s okay, I can amuse myself.” He said with a dirty smirk, voice dripping innuendo.

I sighed and waited while he stripped down to his underwear. We both met eyes for a moment as he dropped his last article of clothing and every inch the cloth fell from his hips was an inch of blush that crawled up my chest and over my face. I quickly busied myself with adjusting my sketch pad on the easel, making sure my pencils were sharp enough, that I had enough smudge sticks and erasers.

“How should I… How do you want me?” He asked and I swallowed thickly. Not only did I have to draw him naked, but I had to adjust him naked too?

I walked over, making a point to not look at him, but at the space around him as I positioned him, so he was mostly sitting up, one leg kind of propped up, the other stretched out, his metal arm draped across his stomach in an effort to cover his junk for my own benefit.

I tried to position him so he looked strong, powerful, but leisurely. I wanted him to look regal, a man completely in control of himself and the people around him. That’s how I envisioned him. He wasn’t a leader yet, but he could be. “Comfy?”

He nodded and offered me a reassuring smile. “Trust me, this isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve done naked.” What is the weirdest thing you’ve done naked, Barnes? I didn’t ask what my head was screaming, but I couldn’t help my wandering mind.

“That does not instill me with any kind of confidence, Buck.” I sighed, returning to my things. “Try not to move, if you can help it. I’m going to snap a reference photo, just so if you need to get up and go to the bathroom or anything, you can and we can just reposition you.” I picked up my phone and took the photo. God, this was bad. I was horrified. I shouldn’t have even asked Steve. Bucky wouldn’t have known and then I wouldn’t have been in this predicament. Natasha would have been a much better candidate.

“Y/N, this isn’t a big deal, you know? I give you shit, but this isn’t that weird. Just friends hanging out.” I knew he could read my discomfort. It’s not like I hid it at all. But I felt bad being so weird about it at the same time. “Why’d you pick Steve anyway?”

I set my phone down and got comfortable on my stool, trying to decide where to start, both with the picture and with the answer. “He’s an artistic guy. I figured he would understand what I was doing better than most of you guys.”

“But why not Wanda or Natasha? Wanda seems like she’d be into this kind of stuff.” He asked as I started with his foot. I figured the best way to start was to trace the whole thing, then work the details in.

I sighed a little. “I can draw the female figure all day long. I happen to be female, if you hadn’t noticed. So, I kind of already know what it all looks like.”

“So, what? You’re saying you’ve never seen the male figure?” He asked with a laugh. I didn’t reply, which seemed to be answer enough for him. I’d resigned myself to doing this whole assignment with a blush on my face anyways. “Are you a virgin?”

I took a deep breath, focusing intently on my work and the music. I traced the curve of his legs, with my eyes and my pencil. Then his abdomen, his arms, his chest and shoulders.

“It’s okay if you are. I just thought… a pretty girl like you with so much confidence and charisma, you know?” He chuckled, his eyes far away, like he was reveling in some memory dredged up. My heart did a flip when he sucked his lower lip between his teeth, my mind wandering to a filthy place. I had to stop myself.

I put my pencil down for a minute and shut my eyes. “Boys never really liked me because I’m so… strong.” Boyish, masculine, aggressive, independent, memories of all the rejections I’d faced flitted through like a bad slideshow of sadness, quelling any inappropriate thoughts that might’ve been forming.

Bucky actually snorted. “Seriously? No offense, Y/N, but you must be going after pussies.” When I didn’t reply again, focusing instead on his metal arm, he continued: “Doll, if they can’t see through your powers to who you are, they’re just shallow, egocentric douche bags looking for empowerment. You deserve lightyears better than that.”

“It’s hard to find guys who can see past the powers though,” I shrugged. “Guys don’t even want to get close to a girl who can throw them across a room. A lot of the ones who were into that were… weird. And that’s not to say that all men are like that, just the ones that I’ve had to pleasure of dealing with.”

“Definitely not all men,” Bucky chuckled cryptically.

I shook my head, narrowing my eyes as I drew in the slats of his metal arm, added in the glinting light that reflected off of it. I felt my heart squeeze as I drew the marred flesh at his shoulder, the place where they had so indelicately taken his flesh arm away and forced the metal one on him.

“For the record, I think you’re wonderful the way you are.” Bucky piped up awkwardly.

I smiled a little. “Thanks Buck.” I had long since accepted myself. “Dating’s kind of on the back burner. If I happen across a decent guy who genuinely likes me and isn’t put off by my powers, awesome. Otherwise, I’m happy. I’m gonna finish my degree significantly earlier than most, I’m an Avenger and if I ever decide I’m done Avenging, then I’ve got a restaurant back home to run.”

“Is that what you’re in school for?”

“I’m in school for business management and accounting, both of which will help.” I nodded. I stood up and walked over to him, frowning as I studied his chest and the criss-crossing lines of scars that interrupted otherwise beautiful skin. I could feel him watching me, but couldn’t be bothered to care. As long as I didn’t have to study his dick, I could pretend that this wasn’t weird.

“So, why the art classes then?” He asked as I hesitantly reached out and traced a particularly long scar that ran from his collarbone to his hip. Once I was content with my recollection of his scars, I went back to my stool, lightly penciling them in before I went back for the detail work.

I couldn’t help but be enamored by the strong planes of muscle and smooth skin that stretched across his body. He was beautifully constructed and honestly, the artist part of me (and maybe the girl part of me) wanted to study every inch of him from head to toe because he was stupidly perfect. I could’ve spent years drawing him and never stopped being impressed by him.

“I have always loved art. Business is practical, but art is where my heart lives.” I mumbled. It was corny, but it was true. As much as Avenging made me feel good, made me feel like I was in the right place in my life, art was always my dream. Becoming an Avenger was like walking into a tower dedicated to art models, emotions thriving and warring between these god-like beings, emotions just begging to be captured with pencils and paper and paint.

He didn’t say anything for a while and when I looked up, his eyes were shut, face relaxed. Was he really that bored? I let my gaze linger as I studied the peaceful set of his face, the smudge of his lashes that dusted his cheeks, the soft, pillowy shape of his lips, juxtaposed with the sharp angles of his jaw and cheeks, hard and soft beautifully married to make up a face so perfect, it should’ve been illegal.

Maybe that was the real reason he was the most deadly assassin in the world, taking “if looks could kill” into a reality where he was so beautiful, people just dropped dead.

“Y/N, if you love art so much, that’s what you should do. You shouldn’t do something to make your family happy. You should do something that makes you happy.” Bucky said softly, startling me out of my revere. I busied myself with my drawing again, trying to translate the softness of his face onto the page.

“That’s what my parents keep telling me too,” I sighed.

“They’re right.”

I took a deep breath. Drawing his loose hair made me want to run my fingers through it, feel the softness of it.

Should’ve asked Nat. You wouldn’t be falling in love with her if you were drawing her, came that annoying little voice in my head. My heart thumped in agreement, but it knew that I’d held a special place for Bucky there long before I’d gotten him naked and posed for a drawing.

“What’s your dream, Buck?” I asked, trying to distract myself.

He didn’t speak again for a long time, but this time when I looked over, he was staring right at me, a sadness pulling his eyebrows together and tightening his lips into a hard line. “I think, kinda like Stevie, anything I wanted from life died when I went off the cliff. A lot of what he wanted out of life died in the ice.”

“So, what, you’re just floating aimlessly right now?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m trying really hard to heal from the Solider, you know? I want to be a better man now than I was then. I guess I’m just trying to use what I learned from him for good. I guess my dream is to just be better than I was.”

My heart broke for him. He’d been through too much in his life, lost too much of his life to HYDRA and the Soldier inside him.

“I didn’t mean to make you sad. I guess I just feel kind of open to you right now,” he laughed nervously.

I flicked my eyes back up to his face for a moment and shook my head. “I’m just sad for the past you’ve had. You’re already a better man than he was.”

He chuckled and stood, walking over to see what I’d done so far, still buck-naked. I did my best not to look at him, full stretched out in all his glory as he studied my work. His fingers traced some of the lines before he moved his hand to rub my back reassuringly.

“You’re so good at this, doll.” He murmured, pressing a light kiss to the top of my head before he ducked down to grab my purse, rummaging around for the protein bar he’d insisted he would not eat, because he definitely would not get hungry during this.

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When we finished, we both stood back studying it. I’d waited to put too much detail into his face until I got him laughing again. The look on his face as he leaned into laughter, the crinkling in his eyes, it made my heart sing loudly. I wanted to live in that feeling, I wanted to always picture him like that, regal and proud and happy, a man marred by the past, but comfortable in his skin and in his life.

He’d hugged me tight, no words on his lips but a simple, heartfelt thank you, Y/N. That by itself made me infinitely more happy with the piece than any grade I could have received.

He insisted on taking a picture with his phone of the piece, then one of me with the piece, “so he could show off the amazing artist.” To whom he planned on showing me off, I didn’t know. He never ventured from the tower much, didn’t have any friends outside of the Avengers, certainly no one that he would be showing nude drawings of himself to. I posed, a cheesy smile on my face nonetheless. He took me out for ice cream afterwards.

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At the end of the semester, the best pieces of art were put on display for an art show. I invited all of the Avengers, but only Steve, Natasha, Bucky and Tony could come, just because missions still had to be completed, the world still needed to be saved.

We rolled up to the campus and Tony looked unceremoniously scandalized by the lack of paparazzi and, well, people. He made a show of going on about some of the more famous art shows he’d attended, then nudged me with his shoulder and gave me a wink that told me everything I needed to hear without saying a word. This isn’t a big deal, you have no reason to be nervous, his smile said as he swaggered towards the art department building.

The display room had been redesigned by some of the interior decorating kids. Pottery, paintings, sculptures and drawings all intermingled through out the room, pieces hung from the walls, the ceiling, sat on stands and stools.

Off in the corner, Stan sat on the same stool the students who had used him as a model drew him on, dressed in nothing but a sock to maintain some semblance of modesty. His aviator style glasses and gray mustache bristled as he talked to patrons and students alike.

“You didn’t tell me there would be nudity at this party. Suddenly, I’m much more interested,” Natasha purred in my ear as she sauntered off to examine some of the abstract art. She were trying.

Avenging was easy, I felt no nerves over that. Art? Art was something that I felt down in my bones and watching as strangers and classmates and the people I cared about most poured over it and the details I’d done my best to capture, that made my throat close and the sweat run like rivers down my skin.

Steve and Bucky both pestered me until I took a picture of them posing with Stan, his arms wrapped around their waists as they both grinned hugely at me. Frat boys tried to convince my boys to go back to their houses with them and party. For a moment, I thought maybe they would.

Tony tried to buy someone’s statue of a naked woman, one delicate foot propped up on a hog-tied bear Captain Morgan style. He said he loved the female-empowerment that radiated off it. He wanted to give it to Pepper. Natasha said no and pick-pocketed his wallet off him, waving it me before she dropped it into her purse.

We all stood before my drawing of Bucky at the same time, all of us coming together to study it. I could feel my heart rate rising the longer no one spoke.

“This is absolutely incredible, Y/N,” Steve finally said. “Your attention to detail is insane.”

“It’s scarily lifelike.” Tony added. “Are you sure you didn’t just take his picture?” It was lighthearted ribbing, and it eased my nerves slightly.

“There’s so much emotion coming from this,” Natasha murmured, lacing her fingers with mine for a moment. “It’s beautiful.”

“That’s it, this calls for a celebration. Where’s the drink service at?” Tony said, looking around pointedly. When the rest disbursed, Bucky remained, staring up at the drawing with admiring eyes.

“It doesn’t even look like me.” He whispered, not looking at me. “It does, but it’s not… it feels surreal. That’s not at all how I ever imagine myself.”

He looked down long enough to slide his metal fingers through mine, holding on tightly. “It’s how I imagine you.” I admitted.

“This is how you see me?” He asked, emotion raw in his eyes. My heart started beating wildly, nervous that I had somehow upset him. He’d seen the drawing a dozen times since I’d finished it, but this was the first time he’d seemed truly moved by it. All I could do was nod. He smiled slightly, squeezing my hand hard. “It helps, knowing someone has so much faith in me.”

I rested my head on his shoulder, not responding.

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Tony demanded champagne in the car home. Happy rolled his eyes slightly in the rear view mirror as Tony popped the bottle. Natasha passed around glasses and once we were all served, we clinked our glasses together.

While the ride home was short, it was well spent, all of us laughing and chatting. I was permitted to take my piece home with me. Tony told me he wanted to have it hung up in the tower, framed and celebrated for years to come. He also decided he wanted to commission an oil painting of himself, also nude, but posed the same as the statue he had wanted to buy, bear and all.

Happy and Steve had to escort Tony inside, Natasha following after them lazily, a small, happy smile gracing her lips and lighting up her tired eyes. I wanted to draw her next, but I wanted it to be candid. Something fierce and powerful to remind her of how amazing she was.

“Come with me,” Bucky murmured, startling me out of my admiration of my friends. He offered me his arm and I linked mine through it. We walked up the stairs, but we took it slow, chatting quietly about some of the other pieces that we’d seen at the show that we’d liked and pieces we’d hated or just didn’t get (i.e. female Captain Morgan with the bear). We laughed at chatty Stan who’s sock almost fell off twice, once “accidentally” as Natasha talked to him.

He led me up to the viewing deck, a nice balcony that looked over New York. The lights from the buildings and cars glittered like stars, an entire universe built into one city. Bucky moved his hand to my back and stayed quiet with me, letting me drink in the beauty below me. I could have stayed there forever, the warmth of his skin making me cozy.

“Thank you for being my model.” I mumbled after a long moment of silence.

He nodded, his fingers slowly sliding to my hip. “Since I did you that favor, I was wondering if I might have one in return?”

“Of course, anything.” I nodded, studying the way the windows on the buildings reflected the lights of the buildings around them, making everything infinitely brighter.

“Will you do me the pleasure of going on a date with me?” He asked softly, his lips almost at my ear. Suddenly the city was dull compared the beauty of the intimate moment he’d created between us. I looked up at him and was mesmerized by the way his eyes sparkled, his lips turned up into a smile as he held me closer than I had realized he was holding me.

It took me an embarrassingly long time to remember how to speak. “I said anything, didn’t I?” I replied. It was meant to come out snarky, cool and collected. It came out soft though. Even I could hear the wanting in my voice.

He smiled brilliantly, muting all the lights that twinkled below us, only for a moment as he lowered his mouth to mine, fireworks going off somewhere in the vicinity of our joined lips.

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56. Part 4

Placing Reign over my shoulder, Robyn is again being unfair and just loves listening to her own voice. Locking my car as I made my way to the home, I can literally hear Robyn outside this door “and where have you been mom? Seriously, I called you” rolling my eyes walking up the steps “here we go” I said to myself “I just needed some time to myself; I didn’t need anyone in my ear Robyn. That is all, I am back now so stop shouting. What is all the commotion outside I could hear you from here” placing Reign down on the couch, she is tired. Placing Reign on her side as I sat down on the edge “oh just Maurice hates the poor and I argued with him about it, that is all, no big situation at all. He is a stuck up drama queen, I can’t be bothered to deal with him” taking Reign’ shoes off “whatever Robyn, keep talking. Says the woman in her million dollar home in New York be quiet” Reign’ feet are all sweaty in these shoes “mom, he was so rude. He didn’t want anything because some poor people made it, he complained right from the start, shall we take a bodyguard, shall we not wear anything expensive. And then he made my family! My family, feel like shit for being poor, how is that even right? His pussy ass couldn’t even tell some kids off” placing Reign’ shoes on the couch “Robbie, calm down. Stop it now” turning while sat on the couch so I can see Robyn’ flustered face, she is just boring “you’re a hypocrite, fine whatever. You’re down for the people, I am not so what. You are just doing the most, I don’t care what you say or what you feel, I will never go back there, ever. Take it as you like. You are the same woman waltzing around with people with money, you are living with a maid and a fucking bodyguard yourself. You are disrespecting my life when you are fucking living it too, ok?” Terry looks so displeased, she just sighed out heavily “I didn’t want the maid!! You fucking bought it, like you do with everything. You are wrong Maurice, accept it, you are wrong. I felt it, I felt awkward and I know they did too. Stood there like a fucking plank of fucking wood watching with such a face on, they were nice to you” getting up from the couch “I wasn’t wrong, it’s not a good place and I said what I said. I am trying with you, I fucking tried!” why won’t she accept I tried “tried!? You should have stayed here, you’re only happy on your throne, your dad did the worst job with you” walking over to Robyn slowly “and still, you’re going to be in your Million dollar home” I stood in front of Robyn “at the end of the day you’re still going to be flying back in a private jet, this shit is irrelevant because your life is not the same, now lower your tone” Robyn mean mugged me “fuck you! Why are you even in this home, you hear this mom. He said I came here didn’t I, making out even this home is beneath him, why stay here?” rubbing my chin “you right, but seeing as my daughter is here I will be here” I said “same room you’re standing in when didn’t want her, right?” I knew that was coming, nodding my head “you’re predictable, you know what. I will go” I can’t be bothered; it will be low blow after low blow from both of us.

“Maurice” Robyn said, I don’t want to hear it anymore. I can find anyone in the Hollywood Hills that will take me in anyways. Dragging open the door “where exactly are you going to go?” banging the door shut as I got my phone out from my pocket, jogging down the steps as I unlocked my car. Diddy will let me use his crib, tapping on his name as I got into my car, I am honestly not going to argue about this to her “Maurice, the man himself. Not like you to call me out of the blue, I guess this ain’t no business dealing” he said down the phone, I chuckled “not exactly, I just need to use your crib in the Hollywood Hills?” putting the car engine on “you know me, you always can. When did you ever need to ask, Quincy is there so just go. You family” putting the car in reverse as I drove back slowly “thank you, this is why I called you first. I knew you got me always, don’t tell Quincy is throwing a little something?” he always doing that “you know how he do, my boy always got a party to throw. But I will let him know you are coming but I have my invite my nigga, my invite to the kings party for the takeover huh” my dad is out here inviting everyone “well I am sitting in the throne with rest of the black kings, that’s how we do. But I will speak to you later, I am driving right now and I ain’t connect it to the car yet so I will call you and tell Quincy to relax. I don’t need that shit around“ I laughed down the phone “I can’t control him, but I will speak to him, be cool” disconnecting the call. I didn’t even want to go but I can’t even believe she made that noise; she made that noise about the moment when I was in a bad place. I am not happy, talking about Maurice. Fuck that, I am annoyed.

The gate opened up as I drove into the mansion, I mean shit is beautiful here, now this is me “Big M!” Quincy said, revving my car as I parked at the side of the Ferrari “it’s been a while” putting my car in park “a while? You thirty now, I saw you and you was in your twenties” getting out of the car “I blinked and I literally aged, family” hugging Quincy “good seeing you, who you with here?” I hope he isn’t having a party; I just don’t want no trouble. Just somewhere to lay my head “some of my friends, some girls. Just a little get together” locking my car door as I walked with him into the home “my dad called and said that Maurice is coming, I am so fucking hype you here. It’s been years! I remember I used to sleep in your home here” I laughed remembering “you mean you was asleep on the floor; I would be walking around in the morning and your ass is on the floor asleep. But it was good, we had fun but good looking. This place is even better now, the renovation was needed pretty much” seeing some new dudes, I don’t know who these are “who are these anyways?” I asked “so this is Cyn, aye. This is Maurice, or Big M, or to me my brother. But Big M was named after what?” I am trying to think now “it was that night, when I got that delivery, and that nigga called me Medicare, the crib was full of all the drugs, I had every drug in that crib. But y’all can call me Big M or Maurice, not Medicare please” Quincy busted out laughing “this nigga threw the best parties, every nigga was there but this is Cyn, and this Lil M” Quincy laughed which made me laugh “are you my son, you light skinned enough to be my son, little fucking M” I cackled “y’all niggas playing me” the kid said but he sound like he ain’t even hit puberty yet.

There is a few girls here, they ain’t coming near me and I ain’t going near them so we good “you passed that now?” Quincy placed the bag of weed on the table “way passed it, you and I both know I have partied enough to question why I am alive now. So we doing lowkey parties now, what is this?” I pointed at the little group around the pool “I arrived here yesterday, but if you want to throw a party we can do it” shaking my head “I was just asking, I am all good with that” getting my phone out from my pocket, Robyn is calling me but I can’t be bothered to hear her at all “I am playing, I am happy for you. We joke and stuff, but you done so good, I flew out for you actually. Your big day, nigga we all are coming out for you” I didn’t even know this “that is dope to hear, not going to lie. You think that shit is fake, you know this famous life. But you do meet good people, yo Cyn. Take a picture of us” holding my phone out to him, he was just walking by us “I am going to be on your Insta? No way” I laughed shaking my head, Quincy rested his arm on my shoulder as we looked my phone “done” he held the phone out to me “thank you” looking down at the picture “light skinned united finally” Quincy spat “I look pale as shit, New York don’t be giving me no sun. That Spain tan done left me” captioning the picture ‘Hollyweird’ posting the picture “what we saying today Big M” looking up at him and laughed “Big M with my nigga Quincy, we just vibing in Hollyweird, we got little M over there. We just vibing, and Shad, if you know the location then come up for a drink” Quincy busted out laughing “we living” he stopped recording “Shad is going to be running here, watch” Shad is like some groupie nigga that made a name for himself, he always was every party I been too here, I think he had an obsession over me.

Sitting down on the chair “can’t sleep?” my mom said “I am tired but then I’m not, he got me angry. I didn’t want to say it, but I did but I didn’t mean it. Mom he was so rude, he literally stood there like they were shit, he made them feel awful. I know they was feeling because I was, I had to go. And then he is acting like some asshole for what? They are my family, they don’t have money, what does he want? Not everyone is rich” shaking my head “I don’t want to be involved Robyn, he is acting how he was bought up like you are acting like you was bought up, you have seen struggle, he hasn’t. I am not taking anyone side because he could have acted better, but also you could see it from his side too. You both need to talk, not argue. I feel like this home is a curse, I am sick of it Robyn. I want to move, how can there be so much bad luck but how was it baby? Are you happy?” My mom asked “I am happy but now I am upset, Maurice is god knows where. I called his phone, but he disconnected it, I didn’t mean to say it. I just want to know he is ok; I want him to know I will see them. They are not bad people, he is taking it all wrong” I am so stressed out “let him have space, try again tomorrow. Did you see his grave?” nodding my head “I cried, it was emotional. I was upset about that, then I was upset that Maurice was not liking it at all. They are not us; I mean they not even me. Yes, I saw, well they told me they have guns, but they have it for their own protection. I don’t know, I didn’t want him to walk out” I feel bad now, I really do.

“I guess he is ok” I said after seeing the post he has made “what makes you think that?” my mom asked “he is with the people he likes, the rich. He posted on social media, but he ignored my call” I want to make up with him but now he’s annoyed me even more “you know what to do, let things cool off. Text him, tell him that you would like him to come here so you both can talk. I am not going to be involved in this, but emotions are high, I just want you both to be ok. Least we know he is ok, that is all we need to care for” placing my phone on the table “but I honestly can’t take the fact he feels that way mom” I don’t think I can “Robbie, listen to me. You love him, let’s start there. You both need to come to a solution, it can done. Sleep on it and think of something. I will take Reign out with me. Or go back to New York, I have had enough because California is no good to you and him. This home!” my mom huffed out “I am going to sleep” rubbing my face shaking my head, he was rude and I am not that but I didn’t mean to say that to him either, my anger and frustration got the better of me.

[ahgaseda]

the NSFW alphabet | Jackson (Got7)

{ this post contains graphic descriptions and explicit content : please read at your own risk! }

A = aroused (how he acts when he's in the mood)

he will be the biggest flirt you’ve ever seen but also blunt as hell. like hey baby you wanna come take a ride on this thick dick. he will get real frisky when he is in the mood. hands roaming everywhere. kissing on your neck and nipping beneath your ear. he can finesse when he needs to and get you all riled up. but he aint above begging either. he will forsake all pride and dignity for a nut and you can have as much fun as you want with that.

B = body (favorite body part of their partner)

he loves your body. he will worship every inch of it and touch you for hours. he loves your boobs. he loves your ass. damn it he loves your thighs and your hips. mine mine mine he says. he always gotta have his hands on you and he just lives to play with your body. even in non sexual ways too he will pat your butt to a beat or jiggle your boobs when you come out of the shower. he just cant help it. youre his goddess and he wants to show his appreciation at all times.

C = climax (what he's like when he orgasms)

he is loud af. and you will know he’s getting closer by the way his voice pitches higher and higher. he is not afraid to let you know in great detail how good he feels. also swears quite a bit. probably mixes up his languages in the heat of the moment. you will become very familiar with swear words in each language he knows lol. he the type that warns you hes about to come even though its oh so painfully obvious.

D = dominance (is he dominant, submissive or a switch)

he is a switch and he is unpredictable. his desires change on a whim. if hes in the mood for you to tie him up and ride him he will tell you. if he wants to shove you against the wall and give you the work he will let you know. power dynamics don’t really concern him in the bedroom unless youre feeling a little frisky and need to be put in your place. he wants to please you above all else.

E = experience (how experienced is he in the bedroom)

he knows what he’s doing. and he is very confident in the bedroom. he knows hes hot and strong and can give you whatever you want. it needs to be said but aries are not opposed to loveless sex. being in love with your partner is a bonus not a requirement. despite that they will be the first to admit the sex is better when a connection is there. it just is.

F = fortitude (does he have a lot of stamina and energy)

one round is boring to him. if you’re both up to it once is not going to be enough. he likes to mix things up and keep the fire going until hes exhausted and blown off all that steam. he will eat you out or let you ride his thigh between rounds. the time it takes for him to get hard again is very short and in some cases he can stay hard after getting off but it varies.

G = gratification (what really gets him off)

mark him as yours. be aggressive and possessive. be spontaneous. he needs fire and passion but most of all he craves being needed and desired. hes fairly easy to please in the bedroom because he brings so much of the energy himself. getting to let it out is where he gets the most release. pleasuring you gets him off the best. seeing his partner taking what he has to give and losing themselves to ecstasy that he caused will make him bust in a heartbeat.

H = habitat (preferred place to get busy)

anywhere. anytime. he don’t care. yall regularly joke about having fucked on nearly every surface in the house. he also moves a lot so sex that starts against the wall can lead to the table or what began in the bed can end up on the floor. there is also a lot of bath or shower sex with jackson. plus he welcomes you visiting him in the studio. he loves a good distraction and orgasm combo.

I = intimacy (how emotional is he when it comes to sex)

not really during sex itself but it will come in afterward. he loves to cuddle and talk after sexy time. but there will be days when he slows it down and makes everything a really sensual affair. intimacy will be the focus and everything will be very intense. this doesnt happen too often but he takes great pride in those nights. usually birthdays or anniversaries or holidays.

J = joke (how much does he play around)

there is a time and place for humor and it depends on the mood. most of the time he is good at reading the mood. generally he likes to be playful and have fun during sex. if you cant laugh during sex then whats the point lol since hes such a dramatic flirt he will definitely have you cracking up before during and after sex but especially during foreplay.

K = kink (toys or kinks)

body worship. both giving and receiving. it definitely plays a big role in those really intense sessions. sex is his favorite hobby so you can expect plenty of kinks and toys in bed. keeping in mind he wants to please you so not much is off limits and he will always be down to test out anything you want to try. he also the type to be into pegging and you can expect him to bring it up during playful banter shamelessly.

L = lust (how often does he want it)

he is an Aries so his sex drive is quite high. very hot blooded and the type that gets hard at the drop of a hat. seriously you can just mention handcuffs in passing and his dick will stand up like hello i have been summoned lol

M = masturbation (mutual and solo)

he jacks off regularly no big deal. having such a high sex drive hes just gotta relieve the stress whenever he can. watching you masturbate is a kink of his but only in theory. once you get into it he has to jump in. it turns him on so bad and he doesnt have the patience to be a bystander. hes not into you watching him either. hes gonna want your hands on him asap. phone sex is a lot of fun with him though. he loses his damn mind over it and threatens to hop on the next plane to come home and fuck you.

N = never (what he will not do)

a hard limit for him is pain. he is not going to do anything that causes you considerable pain. sure he will spank you or choke you within moderation but dont expect him to push the limit with anything more hardcore than that. also degradation doesnt do it for him. he will call you a dirty slut or daddys little whore in taunting but hes not going to go farther. its too contradictory to his personality and even if its in roleplay it will still leave a bad taste in his mouth.

O = oral (giving and receiving)

the pussy eating champion lol. seriously he eats you out all the time and loves every moment of it. if you aint screaming like a demon is coming out of you then he aint happy. he also the type to suck you dry and totally not expect anything in return but he tends to do it before sexy time cause he loves you to be wet and sensitive when he fucks you. now when it comes to blow jobs he is the happiest boy alive. getting head is his weak spot. you can have him singing your name and shaking like a leaf. will not shut up about how well you blow him.

P = position (favorite position)

he loves them all. he the type to change positions rapidly during the same round. he cant stay still. he wants to hit it from every angle. but his favorite could be the Lotus. youre both sitting up face to face and youre straddling his lap which means not only can you ride him into the sunset but he can also move to meet you. he likes that youre both fucking each other plus the feeling of closeness and constant kissing melts his butter. though hes not opposed to doggy because he can dig in deep he prefers being able to see the way your face scrunches up in pleasure.

Q = quickie (what is a quickie like with him)

quickies are fun. he likes quickies. they happen very often. he loves the spontaneous and rushed nature of them. but he will also want more when hes done. once hes in the mood he has a lot of sexual energy to burn through. quickies are more a fast fix for a reservoir thats always overflowing. but the best part about a quickie with jackson is beast mode. when that kicks in just hold on tight and enjoy the ride.

R = roleplay (favorite routines and tropes)

fear not damsel he is coming to the rescue. he can start off strong with tropes but in the heat of the moment hes gonna forget all about it. at a certain point he runs out of patience and concentration and all he can think about is getting that nut. with that being said he likes a challenge. if you make him work for it he will be eating out of the palm of your hand. he also likes anything primal and animalistic. that fucks him up real good.

S = seduction (how he gets you in the mood)

he is playful. but his hands are expert. his kisses are sweet but intense. he starts targeting all of your weak spots and does not hold back. hes a professional smooth and dirty talker. the shit he says will have your mouth watering. he likes if you dont give in too easily and he can lay it on real thick. but then there are times when he will just point blank tell you hes hard and asks if you would like to help him with it.

T = teasing (what is the best way to arouse him)

if you wanna get him in the mood then tell him. tell that boy you wanna ride the soul out of him and hes all yours. he needs to be needed. he also very visual so wear something provocative. get handsy. touch him and get his attention. if it were up to him yall would never ever leave the bedroom. very rarely will he turn you down for some loving. he would have to be exhausted or ill to not want a romp with you.

U = underwear (lingerie and costumes)

oh yes lingerie will get him in the mood but beyond that its just gonna get ripped off anyway. the birthday suit is his favorite outfit. he does particularly enjoy costumes though. he will actively send you screenshots of lingerie or costumes that he finds to see if youre down to try them. he mainly prefers you sending him naughty pics of you in these ensembles. he saves them on his phone and looks at them whenever hes away from you on schedules or tours. he would make his fave the lockscreen on his phone if fansites wouldnt lose their shit about it.

V = verdict (what do you think of your sex life with him)

sex with him is fun but passionate. its also very frequent. morning sex is like part of the normal routine. despite how often the two of you get down it doesnt get stale or boring. hes always mixing things around or spicing things up that there is no shortage of variety. passion runs so deep in him that it spills into everything he does including his loving. even the quickies are mind blowing. jackson is very open about sex and the conversations you have with him about it are very natural and comfortable.

W = words (how vocal is he and dirty talk)

he is not afraid to be loud but he is ever unpredictable. if hes the one on top his focus is giving it to you good and may not be as noisy. if youre on top he will be as vocal as he needs to be to let you know youre doing a hell of a job on him. will wake all the neighbors when you blow him and will wake all of his ancestors when you overstimulate him. his dirty talk is shameless. will you text you raunchy shit and then go into sweet detail of how you are the precious love of his life in the same freaking breath.

X = x-rated (how does he feel about porn or sextapes)

a very big fan of both. he will watch porn on his own or with you. it doesnt matter. can be inclined to film the two of you in bed and will watch it all the damn time. likes pov cams the most. is the type to totally strap on a go pro and go to town on you as a gift to himself.

Y = yawn (what is he like after sex)

he wants to chat. he wants to know how he was in bed. he needs to know if sex with him made your day a little better. he wants to know what you want for breakfast in the morning. he will ask if the bills are paid. may even ask you to remind him to take his vitamins tomorrow. it takes him a few minutes to simmer down with all that energy. still flirts uncontrollably but mostly wants to make small talk until he finally drifts off while spooning you cause you his goddess. 

Z = zodiac (what his sign says about him in bed)

an Aries loves sex. they have a high sex drive. since they are a fire sign there is never any shortage of heat and passion in the bedroom. having a partner that is not compatible with them in the sack can be a major deal breaker. but despite being a selfish sign aries desperately want to please their partner or else they feel insecure. if you aint enjoying it then they arent either. while they prefer fucking over making love, they can temper this to suit their partner without any fuss but at the end of the day they really just wanna have a good time with you.

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[kisskissbanggang]

Eyes on You

[~10 Minute read -- Mark x Female Reader -- 3:1 Plot:Smut but it's all heavily suggestive -- Bratty/teasing reader, minor exhibitionism, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, jealousy]

[Possessive Mark for Anon❤️]

"You're overreacting." You sighed, bored with this conversation. You sat with Mark in his room, the rest of the guys elsewhere in the dorm or out, going about their day.

"I'm not! You like the attention the guys give you."

"Oh, yeah, right. How do you figure?"

"You didn't always dress like this, for one thing." Mark was referring to your cute halter top and shorts.

"Mark, it's spring."

"So?"

"We started hanging out in February."

Mark clenched his jaw. You took that as a win. He knew he was being ridiculous. Swiftly, you rose from where you sat on Mark's bed and left.

"You do like the attention, though!" Mark called after you, trying in vain to get the last word in. You paused and sighed in the hallway, aware that Mark wasn't entirely wrong. Even though you weren't seriously dating or even really an item, you clearly had feelings for each other and acted enough like a couple that the guys understood the boundary. However, it would've been ridiculous to think none of the guys flirted with you or treated you affectionately, and it would've been even more ridiculous to think that you wouldn't notice or enjoy that. Additionally, in your opinion, it was perfectly alright to enjoy that attention since you weren't tempted by it at all, nor were you tempted to reciprocate it. If Mark had been more logical and understanding, he would know that and he wouldn't be making such a big deal out of nothing.

You only succeeded in letting yourself get upset over the whole thing. Dumbly, in getting so wrapped up in it, you decided you would show Mark what "liking the attention" looked like. You may have been good at poking holes in Mark's argument, but you were even better at being petty when you wanted to be.

Mark finally emerged from his room a short time later, not expecting to find you hanging out in the living room cozily snuggled up between Johnny and Jaehyun on the couch while everyone played a game. You looked up, locking eyes and smiling sweetly. Mark gritted his teeth and stormed past you all into the kitchen.

"Hey!" Yuta cried after him, "Come play, you grump! Your friend here is really good."

Mark poked his head out of the kitchen, trying not to take the bait. "What are you playing?" He asked, still cautiously hanging back.

You playfully waved him off. "It's called Change My View," you explained, "We all wrote down random subjects and scenarios. You pick one at random and you and an opponent take opposing sides, and then you try to convince the rest of the group to join your side. Whoever has the bigger side wins, and then the winner plays the next opponent... But you don't sound like you want to play." You pouted for full effect.

"You're right." Mark said as he went to go back to his room, trying hard not to fall for any traps you might be laying. Everyone in the group gathered around the coffee table groaned.

"Mark," Johnny scolded, "don't be so pissy and come play."

Mark was trapped. You seemed perfectly fine, so the guys were sure to be suspicious and bother him if he left. He wanted to avoid that more than anything right now.

"Fine," he nodded, "I'll play." Mark joined the rest of the group across from you on the floor around the coffee table. You smiled, snuggling back into the couch in between the guys.

The other members hadn't expected you to be so good at the game, though you knew you didn't exactly like to advertise how good you were at getting your way. But Mark knew. Mark definitely knew. The group as a whole decided to start the game over so Mark had a fair chance and you suddenly weren't in the lead anymore. However, you were sure you would end up back on top. The boys were all enamored with you and your debate and banter skills, even when you weren't competing.

When it was Mark's turn against Doyoung, the current leader, you let Mark have a small win with you, but not without a price. Mark laid down his argument for this dumb debate for this silly game and all the guys turned on him, playfully putting him down and starting to side with Doyoung.

"I'm on Mark's side!" You threw your hands up in the air, making a show of your proclamation. The group all stared at you, suddenly doubting their loyalty. "Are you sure?" Jaehyun asked.

You nodded. "Sure, of course. Here," you next made a whole gesture out of sliding off the couch and carefully climbing across everyone's lap to sit next to Mark on the floor, "I'm literally on his side now." You giggled innocently, but you definitely felt a small mood switch somewhere in the room. Mark glaced sideways at you, his jaw clenching ever so slightly as he still subconsciously, instinctively held your hand. The guys began in-fighting, eventually and reluctantly siding against you and Mark to let Doyoung win. You slid your hand to his thigh, lightly stroking him while you watched everyone play. It was too much fun to mess with Mark this way. From where you sat at the table, it was easy to slide your hand closer to Mark's clothed cock, which couldn't help but get harder for you. You made sure you were laughing at everyone's jokes, participating well in any conversation. You practically leaned into Yuta's chest laughing at one of his jokes and Mark suddenly had your wrist in a vice grip. You could feel Mark's gaze burn into you every time you flirted with everyone and it only energized you.

To no one's surprise you won the game, getting up and giddily jumping up and down to celebrate. You were incredibly aware of the multiple pairs of eyes glancing at your cute victory dance. The congratulations abruptly turned to discussions of dinner, everyone now fighting whether to make something or order delivery. Mark mumbled a quick excuse to leave, hauling you down the hallway back to his room.

"Mark!" You whined, trying to pull your arm out of his grip, "what the hell do you think you're doing?" Mark pulled you into the bedroom and planted a heated kiss against your lips, making you whine. You were surprised at how forward he was being. Mark whipped you around, pulling your back into his chest.

"Me?!" Mark whispered. He didn't want the others to hear. "I can ask you the same thing!" His hard-on pressed against the curve of your ass and you could've sworn he was fighting the urge to grind against you.

"I'm showing you what enjoying everyone's attention actually looks like." You crossed your arms, looking indignant.

Mark still sounded angry, but he was pressing kisses to the nape of your neck like everything was fine. "Is that what that was? Because it looked more like you were trying to invite everyone to feel you up."

"Maybe I was," you teased as you grinded back against him, "maybe I'd love that for a change. Wouldn't you? Just watching everyone feeling me up? I'd really be enjoying that attention."

"You're really trying to make me mad, aren't you?" Mark practically moaned, his rough grip on your hips making you wonder just how far you'd pushed him. However, seeing him like this only turned you on more.

"It sounds like I don't have to try," you laughed, "because you'll let me get away with anything no matter how mad I get you." To accompany your biting remark, you snaked a hand behind you to run down the front of Mark's comfy track pants. His hold on you tightened and without warning you suddenly felt yourself bent over the desk in his room.

"Let me see if I let you get away with cumming, then." Mark seethed behind you. You noticed the bedroom door was still ajar.

"Mark," you breathed, your voice wavering, "the door--"

"We won't be long." He hesitated, relaxing his grip for a moment to give you a chance to back out. When you behaved and stayed still, Mark made quick work of unzipping your cute shorts and pushing them off of you, followed by your panties. He kicked your feet apart, leaving you open and vulnerable. You felt so hypnotized by this dominant side of Mark, previously unseen until now. He pulled you up momentarily, just enough to pull your halter top up over your breasts. He roughly fondled you from behind.

"Are you enjoying this?" He harshly whispered in your ear, occasionally dipping down to nip at your neck. You squirmed in his hold, biting your lip to keep from moaning. "You can't say you want me and then flaunt yourself like this to get back at me," he growled, pulling his track pants low enough to let his cock spring free, "If you're going to act like a whore then you're going to get fucked like one."

You fully moaned, only stopping once Mark clamped a hand over your mouth. His hard dick just barely kissed your dripping entrance, hesitating for only a moment before he pushed into you, not stopping until he was flush against you. You nearly screamed into his hand, arching back against him and gripping the desk as he rammed into you. His free hand groped your breast, pinching and rolling the perked nipple in his fingers. He knew what would get you going the fastest. When you finally quieted down enough, he released his hand from your mouth to bring it down to your clit, firmly rubbing you until you were firmly grinding back against his cock, desperate to keep him deep inside your hot pussy.

"Please, Mark," you whined as quietly as you could, "it's -- it's too fast -- if you keep going I'll--"

Mark slapped your ass -- hard -- as he pummeled into you, using you and punishing you as he pleased. "No," he interrupted your moans, "you won't. You're not getting your way this time."

"Mark, please," you cried, rocking your hips forward onto his fingers and back onto his cock, "I need to cum!"

"Whores don't get to cum," he laughed cruelly behind you, "so hopefully you'll learn your lesson."

He pulled his hand away from your quivering pussy and clamped it back over your mouth. You felt yourself so overcome with arousal that you reflexively ran your tongue over the wet digits, earning a groan from Mark as he chased his orgasm. His hand at your breast travelled up, first giving you a firm squeeze around your throat before gripping the back of your hair and tugging your head back.

Mark made you look at him, his eyes dark and hungry. "Are you going to be good and take my cum?" He groaned. You frantically nodded the best you could as he held fast onto your hair. He rammed into your pussy one last time, clutching hard onto you as his cum shot deep inside you. He moaned, panting as he pulled out. Before you could even think of collapsing, he scooped you up and laid you on his bed. He pulled up the sheets around you and grabbed a random item from his laundry hamper to wipe himself clean with. He knelt by the bed where you lay in a heap. You put on your best smile.

"When did you learn to have fun?" You laughed, still regaining your breath. Mark kissed your cheek.

"I guess you do get your way even when I try to stop you. I'll go get something to help you clean up." Mark smiled and ran off down the hall, sending everyone who'd been listening outside scrambling back to whatever they'd been doing before. You were excited to see how you finally got yours tonight.

[scaredbisexual]

Too Good To Be True |Reddie fic

Summary: Richie is a little shit, Eddie has problems defining his feeling towards him and they answer first four questions

Word count: 2630

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex (real brief)

CHAPTER ONE: CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU

“Fucking seriously?” Eddie said in an annoyed tone, his voice getting an octave higher. He threw his head backwards and let out an annoyed groan from the depth of his throat.

“Wow, that was a little bit harsh, don’t ya think, cutie?” the other boy laughed obnoxiously and plopped down on one of the chairs.  

The boy looked like a walking-talking wet dream of Eddie’s- he was tall, like, freakishly so, a bit lanky and had a mop of dark, curly hair on top of his head. His eyes were too green to be real and smile made Eddie all hot and bothered. It would be a perfect match, even with the stupid introduction, that the smaller boy tried to shrug off as annoying- but really found endearing and funny.  

But, (of course, there always was a “but”) he wasn’t a stranger to Eddie. He knew him damn too well for his own liking. Himself and Richie met back in Eddie’s childhood town, Derry, senior year. They both looked quite different then, but Eddie would recognize those jokes and smile anywhere, anytime. During one of the parties hosted by some random dude, that Eddie got into because he was friends with Beverly, he kind of, maybe, sort of hooked up with Richie. He was just so hot, funny (and Eddie is a sucker for a hilarious guy) and nice, they danced together through the whole night and Eddie just wanted him so bad.  

His friends had no clue, he told them that he went home because of his mom, what was quite believable so they bought it without any questions. For the rest of his stay at Derry, Richie treated him like air, though. He acted like he never had intimate, hot, a bit romantic, night with Eddie Kaspbrak. So, Eddie did too, he wasn’t going to make a lovesick fool out of himself. With the distance came hatred and Richie ended up being Eddie’s greatest enemy, without any bigger reason, whatsoever. He was just hurt and kind of embarrassed, even though nobody knew about it.

“Actually, I think I was a bit too polite,” Eddie bit back, and sat up on his chair, shooting lasers out of his eyes.  

“That’s a bit too much hate for such a small body, my dear,” Richie replied, quick on his feet, with a British accent that Eddie used to love. He was smiling cockily and eyeing Eddie curiously, trying to decipher all the emotions flowing through his companion. His face has gotten red, almost making all the lovely freckles invisible, the same as the tips of his ears and the top half of his neck. His jaw was tightly shut, teeth gritting against each other, making Richie realize that the situation was much more complicated than he had anticipated.  

He didn’t know that he would meet up with his high school crush in such circumstances, there wasn’t even a tiny part of his subconsciousness that suspected it, even though he did know Eddie was in New York and friends with Mike. How? Well, Eddie wasn’t as much of a freak about privacy as you would assume, his Instagram being public and easy for Richie to stalk. Well, stalking is a big word, but let’s not lie to ourselves- he did just that, sometimes scrolling through his friends’ accounts too, only to see some more.  

Maybe the words “high school crush” weren’t a spot-on. To be perfectly honest, Richie had never stopped having a crush on Eddie, it was just a little bit dulled throughout the last few years, given he hadn’t seen the boy for quite some time. But ever since they hooked up at one of his best friend’s, Bill’s, parties, he couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was his fault that it ended, that they never spoke again- he was too big of a pussy to come up to Eddie and talk about their feelings. Well, his feelings, he didn’t know how the boy felt about him. He supposed he was a bit of an ass towards Eddie, sometimes straight up ignoring him in the halls, but it all came from the nerves and anxiety that had built up in him.  

He expected a cold shoulder, maybe a curse of two, but never in his life had he thought that their first meeting would be so fucking awful. Eddie seemed to be mad, and well, Richie couldn’t blame him.  

“All right, listen, I know I’ve been a bit weird about our situation back in high school, but-”

“A bit weird? A BIT WEIRD? Well, if straight up ignoring me after a night spend together is a bit weird, then I’m really sorry for you,” Eddie blew up. His anger was stronger than ever, all the pent-up tension from years ago finally bubbling to the surface. Richie sighed and his face scrunched up in pain. He avoided Eddie’s eyes at all cost, his posture changed, back hunched and shoulders lowered.  

“It’s a bit complicated...” he murmured, still not looking Eddie in the eye. The smaller boy only huffed air out dramatically and leaned back on his chair, his arms crossed on his chest.

“Listen guys, I don’t know what’s going on, but we need to get on with the questions, or my producers are going to kill me,” Mike said through the speaker on one of the walls. Both boys sighed heavily and nodded, almost in unison, before reaching for the cards displayed in front of them. Their hands met in the middle, what a cliché, and Eddie slapped Richie’s palm, taking the card himself.  

“Ow!” Richie squeaked out and tried to fight a small smile. Eddie seemed to be the exact same chaotic good as in high school.  

“Question one,” Eddie said in a flat tone “Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?”  

He put the card away, making a new pile for the questions they were done with, and slotted his arms again, looking at Richie in a challenging way. He didn’t know how to behave around him, he couldn’t make himself to be that rude all the time, even though he knew he could. Why? Because seeing Richie’s, kind of broken, expression earlier made his stomach twist in knots and arose the idea of calming the boy down. Maybe with his lips.  

“Your mom,” was what Richie answered, almost immediately.  

“Oh my fucking God, Richie!” Eddie shouted, annoyance evident in his voice. Richie chuckled and rose his hands in defense, shaking his head in the process.  

“Oh, come on Spaghetti, you know my humor!” he answered and shrugged. Even though he was still really mad, and have not forgiven Richie, Eddie couldn’t help but laugh a little bit.  

“I should have expected it.”

“You sure should’ve, Spaghetti Man!” Richie answered in a happy, melodic tone and got hit with a pillow to the head.  

“Don’t call me that and answer the damn question, Tozier!” Eddie chuckled, happy with the trajectory that his pillow had taken. He hadn’t even meant for it to hit Richie’s head and ruin his, perfectly styled, hair but he wasn’t going to complain about it. Let the asshole suffer.  

“Okay, okay, stop the violence man. I dunno, I guess maybe Freddie Mercury? Yeah, that would be cool,” he said, trying to contain the mass of wild curls on top of his head. Eddie cocked his head to the side and raised one eyebrow questioningly.  

“Elaborate,” the smaller boy rested his elbows on the table and was still looking at Richie, trying to make sense of his choice. Yeah, Freddie was great and all, but why him from all the people on Earth? There was a lot of different people, alive ones, that he could’ve answered with, but no, a dead rockman was his choice.

“Oh, ya know, the fucking gayest rock star ever, a voice of an angel, the perfect guy to eat a meal with! Maybe we could go to mine after, have a little fun,” Richie wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and it earned him another groan from Eddie.

“’K, makes sense I guess,” he mumbled, without any willpower to tell the boy how wildly inappropriate it was to sexualize dead people. “I would go with Dolly Parton, I think-”

“No fucking way!” was the shout that cut Eddie’s sentence. Richie seemed to be living for that answer, having jumped on his chair so that he was squatting on it. “Tell me more, my pretty Jolene, but please don’t take my man,” the boy begged, hands clasped together and a pout forming on his face. Eddie snorted and shook his head.

“I just love that bitch, what else can I say?”

“Yeah, alright, so you would like to be a famous band member?”

“Yup,” Richie popped the ‘p’ while answering and smiled widely. He was nursing a bottle of Coke and sitting comfortably on the floor, having abandoned the chair a few minutes earlier. Eddie was keeping his distance, sipping the hot green tea he had gotten from Mike and listening to all the bizarre shit Richie had to say. “You?”

“Hard pass, being famous is too much work. Plus, I’m too much of a train wreck to let people see my decisions written all over newspapers.”

“Ha!” Richie laughed loudly, sitting up a bit. “What would they contain, Eds? ‘Eddie Kaspbrak hooking up with four men, leaving the night club with glitter stains all over himself’? I can totally see that, my man,” he snorted even louder.  

“Do I look like that kind of a person?” he asked, yet again fighting a smile. It was unbearable, trying to hide the fondness he still had in his heart only for Richie, faking being unimpressed and bored with Richie’s shit. “No shame, tho, it’s fine if you do that, just be save kids!” the boy turned straightly to the camera, pointing his finger at it, as if he was reprimanding someone.  

It was all so weird, the whole ordeal of being beside his high school crush, playing a game that could actually lead to Eddie falling for him. And Richie wasn’t making it easy for him, smiling all pretty and making him laugh- the nerve of some people.  

“Forget it, next one!” Eddie shouted before Richie could stir his mind a little bit more. “Ohhh, that’s a good one, I totally do that,” he giggled to himself, trying to tease the other boy a little bit, make him wonder what exactly was written on the card. He cleared his throat dramatically and read the question. “Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?”  

“No, that’s just stupid. Why would you do it?” the curly haired man quirked his eyebrow, not understanding a thing.

“Well, it helps me ‘cause I have social anxiety, and like, I get nervous talking to people, especially on the phone. God, I’m such an awkward caller, I’m telling ya.”

“Oh,” was all Richie said. It seemed a little bit out of character for him, the silence and not having any smart remark, but Eddie assumed he just didn’t want to pry into his mental health situation. And that was great, to be honest.  

See, Richie hadn’t always been an asshole towards Eddie- he actually used to be one of the most helpful kids he had known. They didn’t know each other that well, not before the party anyway, just from the hall and advanced math where they sat next to each other (a strike of luck, not choice). They sometimes made fun of their teacher together or complained about the weather- nothing deep, but nice and fun nevertheless.  

So one day, when Eddie’s mind was kind of behind a curtain of fog, they were sitting together at math, listening to what their professor was saying when suddenly he directed one of the questions at Eddie. And it wouldn’t be a problem but said curtain of fog made his thought process really slow and inefficient so the boy struggled with finding an answer.  

His legs were shaking, eyes watering and cheeks reddening while his brain worked really hard, trying to understand what was going on. It was a bad day, his mom had been yelling at him before he went to school, his alarm hadn’t gone off and to top it all- his anxiety was kind of acting up. He had told his mother that he needed to see a therapist, but she wouldn’t let him do it, saying that it would be so embarrassing if the neighbors found out.  

He wanted to cry, curl himself into a ball and maybe disappear into thin air- he really, truly couldn’t find the answer to his teacher’s question. The class started to snicker, little whispers could be heard here and there, kids making fun of him. His teacher wasn’t far behind, he had a smug smile on and was saying things like “Oh, Edward, this is elementary, maybe you should consider changing the advanced math for something less... demanding”. And that? It was driving him crazy, or crazier.  

“The answer is 199384, sir,” said someone suddenly- loudly and confident. It took Eddie a minute to understand that the voice belonged to nobody else but Richie. He was standing up, his head held high and an irritated grimace twisted his face.  

He couldn’t recall what happened next, maybe his teacher yelled at them, or maybe not, but that wasn’t important. What was important, was that Richie saved him from further embarrassment and he was his ally.  

Maybe that’s why he was having such hard time being mad at Richie. He hurt him, yes, but then Richie was someone he could count on, aside from his friends. His train of thought had been interrupted by Richie coughing loudly.  

“I said-” he smiled sheepishly, not trying to make Eddie feel guilty for spacing out. “-what would, uh, constitute a perfect day for ya?” and only then had the smaller boy noticed a card in his hand. He shook his head, trying to find a right headspace for what was going on around him, and then smiled.

“Well, I would love to wake up early and watch the sunrise, maybe on the front porch of a pretty little house in the mountains. A cup of tea in hand, someone I like next to me, maybe a few dogs running around and-”

“You’ve got it all figured out, don’t ya?” Richie snickered, what earned him a kick in the shin from Eddie and made him laugh even harder. God, it was so hard not to laugh around him.

“-Fuck off, let me finish, assh-”

“Oh, don’t ya worry your pretty lil’ head Edwardo, you’ll always finish with me!” the other boy said in a low voice, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.  

“You’re so fucking disgusting, this is unbelievable, really,” was all Eddie said, before proceeding to ending his story about a lazy day with a book, hiking and watching some lame tv in the evening.  

“That’s so cute and domestic, little Eds Spaghetts is such a sap, awh!”

Eddie sighed, raised his head towards the ceiling and mouthed some curse words, wondering yet again what was going on and why was he even laughing at all of those poor excuses of jokes.  

“Well, since you’re so eager to know,” Richie started talking (again) in a sarcastic tone, making Eddie snort and raise on his chair a bit, catching eye contact with his companion. “My perfect day would be at a concert, or maybe music festival- yeah, that’d be rad as fuck. I would stand in the front row, blow the main singer a kiss and then have hot, kinky-”

“OH MY GOD!”

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[elizaviento]

Wine & Spirits

Well, I was actually able to bang this one out quicker than I anticipated as a nice little stress release.

Wine & Spirits

(Rick Sanchez x Reader)

NSFW lite -- 2100 words.  Suggestive language and some smoochin’.  But, overall cuteness.

*****

I first met Rick Sanchez at the grand opening of a new liquor store on the edge of town.  After perusing the aisles for a decent bottle of red wine to take to a birthday party, I bore witness to his ire with the store’s owner as I tried to exit.

“Wha -- what do ya mean, he can’t come in?!” Rick shouted while gesturing wildly toward his teenage grandson.   

“Sir, no person under the age of 18 is permitted to enter the store.  It’s state law” the shop’s owner politely explained.   

“Oh, so -- so you just assume that he’s under 18?”

“Sir --” the shop owner began again with a sigh while rolling her eyes, “-- it’s pretty obvious he’s not.  I mean, he can’t be older than 12.”

“Um, actually I’m 14” the boy -- who I would later officially meet as Morty -- whined while wringing his hands.   

The shop owner rolled her eyes again in response but firmly stood her ground.  Meanwhile, I was directly behind her during the entire exchange, waiting for the three of them to clear a path.   

“Excuse me” I finally piped up when I checked my phone and realized I was running late.  All three focused their attention on me as I stood there with my wine safely tucked away in a brown paper bag.   

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” the shop owner apologized, stepping aside.   

“Yeah, no problem” I replied, smoothly walking past her out the door only to be stopped in my tracks, once again, by Rick -- who I then only knew as the odd man in the lab coat.

“W-w-what do you think?” he asked me, blocking my path when I attempted to side step him.  When I realized that he was actually attempting to pull me into his petty disagreement, I couldn’t help but laugh.   

“Look, I seriously don’t care about any of this.  So, bye” I said, finally passing him only to run directly into his grandson who stuttered an apology and colored a shade of red I’d never seen in nature.  “Don’t sweat it, kid.  Just make sure to bring your ID next time” I joked and winked before hauling ass to my car.

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The following week, I ran in to him again at the same liquor store.  This time, however, I was shopping for myself.  He was standing in the vodka aisle with two gallon size jugs tucked under each arm as I passed through to locate the whiskey.  He didn’t glance my way when I shuffled by but I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that I needed to speak to him.   

“No teenage tag along today?” I asked as I came to stand beside him.  I leaned forward slightly to feign interest in the label of the bottle directly in my field of vision.  At first, he didn’t even acknowledge my existence -- only reached for another comically large jug before turning in my direction, presumably to head to the register.  When he nearly bumped into me, it was then he must have realized that I was talking to him.

“Uh -- what?” he asked with an adorably dumbfounded look on his face before making a quick recovery.  “Nah.  His -- uh -- his fake ID got stolen by a hooker.  New one’s in the mail.”

“Humm. Maybe next week” I mused, plucking a bottle of Grey Goose from the shelf before strolling away.

The week after that, he was standing in front of the store with his arms crossed and, when I approached, he made a show of checking his watch before shaking his head.   

“You -- y-y-you’re late.”

“Or maybe you’re early” I countered while pulling the door open and motioning for him to step inside. 

And so it went for several weeks.  I knew what was happening.  I knew I was going to that liquor store specifically to see him and I was pretty sure he was doing the same.  During our little weekly encounters, he’d share bits and pieces of his life -- most of it sounding like a complete bullshit fairy tale. However, I couldn’t deny belief any longer the day he asked me if I wanted to take a ride in his spaceship -- his fucking spaceship! -- and then pulled me through a swirling green hole that he shot into thin air, from something he called a ‘portal gun’, directly into my living room. 

“What the fuck?!” I had exclaimed when I recognized my surroundings. “How do you know where I live?!”

“Trust me, sweetheart.  You -- uh -- you don’t wanna know how many answers that question has” he teased with a smirk before shooting another portal at my front door and stepping through.

I only balked as the green swirl popped closed, amazed that all of his crackpot stories were true and that I had somehow developed a crush on a legit mad scientist.

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“Hey. You wanna come -- wanna see my subterranean lair?” he asked one Saturday afternoon as we stood in the beer cooler.

“Is that where you keep your clones?”

“Yep” he replied, picking up a 36 can case of Natural Light.

“Sure. I could go for a good gang bang with, like, ten younger versions of you.” I shot him a sidelong glance before reaching for a craft berry blend.  “How on earth do you drink that piss water?” I asked, suddenly changing the subject as I was apt to do once I’d pushed the flirting envelope another inch further. 

“You’re pretty confident of -- of yourself, huh?” he quipped with a raised brow.  “And, I-I-I’m trying to get drunk, not tickle my taste buds.”

“You check out my ass enough for me to be pretty secure in my assumption” I said, turning to leave the cooler.  He was directly on my heels as we approached the register where the shop owner greeted us with a smile.   

“My two best customers” she said, tossing a book of coupons in my bag. “Don’t miss the big sale next week!”  The bell hanging above the door jingled to signal our departure and, a moment later, Rick yanked me through a portal leading to his garage.   

I’d been in his garage a couple of times prior but the atmosphere seemed a bit different now.  I couldn’t hear voices or movement from inside the house like I had on my previous impromptu visits and I suddenly felt my stomach drop to my toes at the prospect that we were alone.

“So, where’s the Sanchez clones?  I’m ready to par-tay!”  I pulled my 6 pack of craft beer from the bag and shook it playfully before plopping down on a nearby stool.

“I lied” he said, dumping the Natty Lite into a gigantic cooler he had tucked away under his workstation.  “I killed them all so it’s -- ya just got me.”  He cracked open one of the warm cans and chugged it, making me wince as I imagined how disgusting it must taste.

“Darn” I replied with an exaggerated pout, spinning on the stool.  Even I had to admit that I was trying much too hard to be cute.

“Don’t -- uh -- don’t you worry, baby.  I-I-I may be old but I gotta big dick and know how to eat a pussy” he said, making a V with his fingers and wagging his tongue in the middle.   

“Oh my god” I breathed, my face flushing as I spun the stool away from him to face the wall.  This was the first time he’d successfully one-upped me and I heard him laugh victoriously as he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face him once more. “You win” I conceded.

But, instead of poking fun -- as I fully expected -- he sat down on the other stool and pulled me toward him; my stool gliding effortlessly on four wheels across the concrete floor until our knees bumped together.

Something had changed.  I couldn’t think of an adequate come back to continue this little game of cat and mouse we’d been playing for the last few months.  Instead, I only stared at him -- completely consumed with the urge to lean forward, close the distance between us and kiss him.

“Do it, do it, DO IT” my mind chanted.  But, I was frozen still as his large hands began to knead my shoulders and one side of his unibrow quirked in challenge. When I still didn’t move or speak, he finally broke the silence. 

“W-w-what would you do if I kissed you right now?” he asked, turning his stool slightly so that one of his knees slipped between mine, effectively bringing us closer.  He thought he had me, but I’d finally come to my senses.   

Without warning, I darted one arm forward to capture him by the back of the neck and tugged his face toward mine.  Opening my mouth slightly to encase his bottom lip on contact, I gently nipped and pulled as I just as quickly retreated.  The look on his face was that of pure shock and I giggled triumphantly.  He thought he had me.  He was wrong. 

Or was he?

Before I knew it, he had snatched one of my wrists and pulled me back in. And, when our lips collided a second time, he threaded his fingers through my hair to palm the back of my head and pushed his greedy tongue into my gaping mouth.  As expected, he tasted like the warm, cheap beer he’d chugged moments earlier but that was quickly overshadowed by the ridiculous skill his tongue displayed as it sought and danced with my own.  Within minutes, I was breathless as I struggled in vain for dominance and completely gave in when I felt him tug me further and further until he’d dislodged me from my stool and had me securely perched on his lap.

When he finally let me pull back for a breath, I lowered my head to his shoulder with a strangled laugh.  “You win again.”

“Mmm” he hummed in agreement, settling his large hands on my hips.  “How long have you wanted -- you been waitin’ for that?”

“You’re pretty confident of yourself, huh?” I asked, throwing his earlier jab back at him.

When the garage door engaged and began to slowly rise, I shoved myself from Rick’s lap so fast that the stool flew backward and caused him to crashed against the counter of his work station.   

“Ow, fuck!” he yelled as I scrambled to remain on my feet as the garage door continued its ascent and reveal Rick’s granddaughter landing his spaceship in the driveway.  As she pulled into the garage and got out, I leaned nonchalantly against the counter and gave her a timid wave.

“Oh, hey” Summer greeted with her signature bored expression.  “Sorry I, like, interrupted your make out session.”

“How --” I started, shaking my head.  There was no way she had seen us with how slow that garage door moved.

“God, adults think teenagers are so dumb” she said, pulling her phone from her back pocket.  “It’s, like, so obvious with the way you two flirt with each other.  Gross.”  With that, she tossed the keys to the ship toward Rick where they bounced off one of his knees to land on the concrete floor with a clatter.  So -- I obviously wasn’t the only one taken aback by Summer’s effortless observation.

“Nice catch, Grandpa” she said, rolling her eyes.  “Thanks for letting me borrow the ship.”  And then she disappeared through the door leading to the kitchen.

“Well, I should probably go” I said, grabbing my 6 pack from the counter.  The moment had passed and I suddenly felt awkward, wondering if I’d somehow ruined our easy going friendship.

“Yeah. I need some time to -- to uh -- regrow the clones” he said with a smirk, standing from the stool while rubbing the section of his back that had slammed against the counter.  I instantly released a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding as the atmosphere became light and playful once again.

“Well, if what you said earlier is true; don’t bother.”

Rick raked a hand through his hair and pulled the portal gun from the inner pocket of his lab coat, preparing to send me back to the liquor store parking lot so I could retrieve my car.

“See ya next week, baby” he said, pulling the trigger and repeating the lewd gesture with his fingers and tongue as I flipped him off and stepped through.

I already couldn’t wait.

The End.

P.S. Yes, I used my favorite line of Rick’s again.  I’ll never get sick of it!

[peachiejihoonie]

kang daniel - fuckboi!au

after get ugly, how can you not imagine this

tbh he’s more like a close friend of yours that you tolerate  

super super flirty you know he has multiple people on him but he calls you his “favorite”

“i could eat here all day with you” grins at you then back at his food 

someone could make a stupid dick joke and he’s smirking one of those “you know you want this” smirk

and it’s directed to you and only you 

if you were to lay your legs across his lap, he’d pull them up since they were “slipping” but he leaves his hand on your thighs ??????

is the type to check out girls when you hang out like i can see the both of you at a table and you guys are like chillin n drinkin some boba and someone would walk past him and he’s drinking his drink and his eye brows are raised, eyes never leaving the girl

or he does the nudge and nod thing while grinning 

waits for you after school cause he’s your ride 

and the daily is him leaning against car, swinging his keys on his fingers and checking his phone 

“why can’t u just wait in the car????” 

“cause i know u enjoy the view baby girl” fingers under ur chin as he does a signature squish smile to tease u and walks around the car to get in 

starts the engine and looks hot as he runs his fingers through your hair 

“where to?” 

hAND ON THE BACK OF YOUR CHAIR, ARM IN UR VIEW AS HE’S BA CKI N  UP, ONE HAND T URN I N TH E WH E E L  !!! 

you think its over 

but then he puts his hand on your thigh 

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌

imagine late night dinners with him

like yall have a tuesday night rituals of just eating at a diner 

with really shitty chili cheese fries and burgers 

oddly enough, you both like the strawberry milkshake with an extra scoop of vanilla ice cream

he loves surprises

and never fails to mention it constantly 

sitting in a car till 2 in the morning

having casual conversations about his hook ups 

“yea, she was alright but i mean i’ve had better” he shrugged 

and you roll your eyes every time 

“kang daniel, no one is ever good enough for you” 

“well yea cause the best has never bothered to hook up with me” he smirks over at you

will N E V E R stop trying honestly boy is persistent 

but the worst part is, he’s not annoying

he’s sO slick about it, like he’s so sMOOTh

like he’s not thirsty and beggin for entrance inside ur pants

he’s just playing with th e loops on the waistband 

figuratively and physically

arms around your waist as you guys walk down the street

blames it on the fact that you’re too slow not cause he’s thirsty or anything

omg imagine going to a party with you 

is lw protective?? but not really ?? 

you wore something tight and slightly revealing and he groans 

“did you really have to go full hoe tonight ????” 

when u get a little too drunk, he’s making consistent check ups

he doesn’t need any sleazy asshole tryin to pick you up

but at the same time, he’s quite distracted by the girl he’s making out with

then he hears ur giggle just pass him like a wind

he detaches his lips from whoever that is and sees that some random boy has his body slung over yours

seems like he’s leading you upstairs 

oooOOOH HEEEELLL N O O 

and he’s dashing over to you 

he yanks the guy off you 

“are you trying to take advantage of her?” he asks, voice deep and glare deadly

“nnOOooO daniel, he’s m y freind!!!” u slurred and giggled 

“you heard them, we’re chill” and he nods over to you with a smirk 

“what’s his name then?” he’d ask you, eyes rolling 

“i dunno !!!” u laughed

and that’s enough for him to punch the guy right in the nose 

which leads to lots of attention 

“heeEEeeeyYY !! nOT ok Ay!!!!” u messily tried to push him off

instead, daniel just pulls you behind him 

the guy is getting up, ears red of anger and he tries to throw punch at daniel 

but daniel just kicks him down might i say lookin pretty hot too like dayum 

“don’t even bother you idiot” he hovered over the dude before he leads you over him and out of the party 

of course he’s sobered up so he drives you home 

but goddamn can you not shut the fuck up ??? 

“daniel, that w AS soOoOO hOT” u groaned and leaned against the seat 

“mhm thats nice babe” 

“nO serioUsLY suP Er hOT”

and he’s having the time of his life just listening to u be dumb

when he gets you home, he tucks your whiney ass in and leaves a cup of water and some painkillers on your nightstand

and he’s satisfied with just you mumbling a thank you as he leaves to sleep on your couch

you wake him and he’s just teasing you all morning

honestly, you guys are pretty close 

like who else does he tell his hook up stories to besides seungwoo?? no one 

he trusts you a lot but of course he’d never say that

and you know he cares for you a lot so you put a lot of trust in him too

every time anything gets boarderline cheesy or “friendship is magic!”-y, he’ll throw a pick up line at you 

“you know dan, you really aint that bad” 

“well anything for u baby girl” and he winks 

but you’re both fully aware you two would never date

it was just weird ????? like dan and u r just friends honestly 

even if you do respond to sex jokes like once or twice 

you guys just have this weird bond ?? 

though he seems real chill nd cooOoooOoOOOoooL, he’s a real cutie/sweetie 

you’d never forget when you saw him fanboy about his cats 

“well, i love all different types of pussys” and cue wink 

overall, gr8 friendship 

but he’s horny 24/7 

there is a slight chance that you guys might hook up once just cause he’s desperate aF 

i see him pinning you down on the bed and he’s like 

“don’t you just love surprises?” he’d grin down at you 

but definitely prefers you straddling him

leaves way too many hickeys honestly he needs to chill

makes u wear his shirt “just this one time please oh please” 

boner pt2

always LOL’s about it to you 

“remember when we made ou-”

“yes daniel i know, i was there” 

ya’ll have such a weird bond but i mean its one thicc bond 

haha i know this is scenario was hecka random but i was just getting pretty bored with the demigod au. that doesn’t mean i’m gonna stop writing them LOL don’t worry. i just needed some variety. hope that it doesn’t upset anyone !!! thanks 4 reading again ya’lls 

also, probably not gonna make this into a series because there’s already a decent amount of fuckboi aus of wannaone and this was just a random thingy in my head

also had a royals au planned out but someone else is doing that so i can’t do that either lmao

and also @parkjmini 👀👀👀👀👀

[koganphrancis]

Season H8 Episode 2 Recap

TV Guide’s review of this ep begins thusly:                                                            I don't want to write this story. Can I start by saying that?

I hear that-there’s so much just truly AWFUL in this episode that I’m not sure I can do it justice.  

An important point I want to hit right away is that what really gets to me the longer the show goes on is how nothing that happens to Ian is advancing his story.  In this week’s episode I can’t even begin to count how many splats of poop plop onto him, and by the end nothing has changed.  He’s still in grief, he’s still pretty dumb, he’s still “with” Terror.  What was the point of any of it?  

I’ll try to summarize the other storylines as quick as I can-Fiona continues her nowhere near reality building manager life.  She’s battling tenants for the rent (??? this is the first month she’s collecting rent even tho Monica died months ago?) and SOOOOO much time is wasted with her yelling at people we don’t know.  By the end of the ep, she’s slapping an eviction notice on a door and warming that if the family isn’t out the next day, she’s calling the marshals.  I know this show isn’t a documentary, but that bit was so far from the way things work I wanted to cry.  I’m stuck working in the next cube over from a woman who owns a couple of small apartment buildings with her husband, and I’ve had to hear how hard it is to evict someone more than once.  It takes months, and lawyers, and court appearances, and if there’s little kids involved-like the family they showed on Shameless-it takes even longer.  There are no branches of “marshals” sitting around waiting for landlords to call and tell them to kick people out, same day service.  Also, it’s already getting to me how unrealistic it is for Fiona to even own this building.  Who is taking care of cleaning the common areas?  How does she pay anyone to fix clogged pipes, broken heating, etc?  She’s still working at the diner too, so she’s not rolling in cash.  The show just handing her this enterprise to run is too hard to believe (or get interested in, but don’t let me digress).  It’s so soap opera-y, they might as well have said she was suddenly running her own fashion design firm or cosmetic company or something.

Lip continues to be a dink.  Mooning over Snore, wanting to come up with a way to show her her ex is no good.  He takes advice from fucking Frank and has a pizza guy come to the diner so he can order a special pizza to be delivered to the ex-why does Lip know his address?  The pizza has a bag of coke on it, and the ex runs to a meeting to resist the temptation.  Now, I don’t know if he’s also an alcoholic also, so he goes to AA meetings too, but in an incredible coincidence, Lip and the ex are at the exact same meeting!  Fancy that!  While he’s talking about trying to not snort the coke, he conveniently mentions it’s still sitting in his house.  Lip tears out of the meeting, breaks into the guy’s house and gets his leg chewed up by a guard dog for his trouble.  Too many coincidences PLUS the shitty idea it was to begin with make this storyline pretty unbearable.  We also learn, in passing, that Lip is 23 now, so that makes Ian 22, Debbie 18, and Carl 17-he could totally be charged as an adult for dealing that meth, not that the show is going to go there.

Debbie got her hair washed.  That’s it.  That’s what we see now on this show.  

They continue to push the poverty vs the 1 percenter life style with Liam.  I’m sorry, I can’t get into it.  We all-including the Gallaghers-have TV, we know that rich people live differently than most of us.  Can we move the fuck on, please?

Carl was barely in this ep-all he did was sell Ian’s meth and set Ian off at the end of the episode. 

Frank is, as usual, not really worth talking about-we all know it’s just a matter of time before he’s back to his old ways.  However, in his job interview scene, the other character got to sit there and tell the story of his past relationship and cry about it-so, another scene Ian should’ve had long ago where he talked about Mickey like that, grrr.  

Now Ian, eye roll.  The “here’s what you missed” went to him this week-he’s on the job, running from the EMT ambulance to a victim and he says, “Shit, I’m out here saving lives...” and I couldn’t help but think, “and looking to push my meth.”  

Ian shows up for breakfast that Carl’s making, and Lip is at the sink with a plate, filling his face.  Ian teases him, asking if he’s eating for two, and oddly rubs Lip’s stomach for an unnecessarily long amount of time.  It made me realize how little those two have physical contact-they never even clasp each other on the shoulder or anything.  This OOC rubbing from Ian was wicked weird, but of course it’s setting up the fact that Ian is very aware of BMI and how much a low one means to him. Lip says he’s trying to fight the urge to drink with extreme nausea, Ian answers, “Sounds healthy”, foreshadowing the other theme the show will hit hard this week-trading one unhealthy thing for another, sort of a lesser of two evils thing.  

Carl says he can finally move Ian’s meth, so he runs to get it, but when Ian goes to hand it over, he gets weird about it-not because it could kill people/ruin lives, but because it’s the last (I would say “only”) thing Monica gave them, and “when it’s gone, she’s gone”.  Carl couldn’t care less, and says he’s going to take a bigger cut from Ian than he did from Lip since Ian’s being a pussy or whatever.

Ian’s at the youth center, outside, taking care of a couple of kids and he’s all mopey and doesn’t even acknowledge Terror.  Terror, of course, can’t have Ian not hitting on him, so he asks Ian if he’s okay.  Ian says he got “kinda sad about Monica today”, Terror says that’s not weird (who said it was weird?  Him not hitting on you is the only thing you think is weird, you rapey idiot), she hasn’t been dead very long.  Ian sadly says, “I guess.”  Terror tells him when he’s sad he goes to Bear Back.  Ian is incredulous.  “The chub bar?  You’re into chubs?”   The bigger the better,” says icky T.  Ian says, “How do I not know this about you?”  Because, Ian, you know almost NOTHING about this little asshole-there’s nothing to know and the writers haven’t bothered with anything other than he’s trans and he’s annoying.  

I’m not going to bother trying to describe the disdain on Ian’s face and in his tone with everything that had to do with this part of the story-suffice it to say it was there, and it made me very sad that they’re painting Ian as this shallow, callow person who only cares about a guy’s body type not being big.  Line up Mickey, Faileb, Terror, Kash, and Ned-none of them even have the “same” body type, but none of them were overweight.  I guess that’s the only thing that bothers Ian.

Ian says he doesn’t get it, so Terror finally, after all this time, says they should go get a drink and Ian will “get enlightened”.  “Or smothered,” Ian says-oh ho, that’s a great joke!  

Cut to them at the bar.  They have the following conversation:

Ian: This is seriously your type?  Terror: Sometimes. I: What’s the attraction? T: They like to please.  They’re tender. I: (to the bartender) Two shots of well whiskey.  (What, no “please”?  What a prick!) (to Terror) These guys? T: It’s not like I go for them all the time.  It’s just when I need someone really nice in my life.  Like let’s say there was this guy that I really loved (I screamed while watching this when he said that, Ian just sort of made a dismissive face-it’s not like he was hurt thinking that Terror truly loved him.  Terror knew him for what-18 days before Ian ran off with Mickey?) and he deserted me (why are you being such a drama queen?) for three days to go to Mexico with his escaped convict ex.  (I think you mean love of his life, asshole) I: Um-hm... T: I would come here, find a chub to worship me. (Get the fuck over yourself!!!!) 

Terror tosses back his drink, leads Ian over to meet some guys at the pool table, they say Hi all interested, Ian sucks down his drink, looks like he’s not into this at all.  Hello scene with the girl on the train all over again.  

Next thing we know, we’re watching Ian have an orgasm-something we never got with Mickey-as he sits on a couch getting a blowjob from one of the big guys who is on his knees in front of him.  In the background, about 15 feet away, the other big guy is on a bed facing the room Ian is in while Terror plows into him from behind.  Seriously?  Ian and Terror are this type of fuck buddies now?  Ian’s wanted to get back with Terror since getting back from Mexico (allegedly), but he’ll put up with the two of them having sex in basically the same room?  

Ian’s guy finishes him off and sits on the couch next to Ian and says, “Oh, you’re such a good boy.”  5 years with Mickey and we never got to see them talk after sex, but this rando gets to compliment him?  Ian makes a face and says thanks and gets up-to leave, I hope, and not to go join in on the bed with Terror and the other guy.  Ian’s guy asks where’s he going, Ian looks over at T on the bed and says, “What?”  The guy says “Come here,” and lies down on the couch.  Ian immediately gets in the little spoon position for no reason we can see whatsoever, but then Nancy pulls a little fan service and has him cry lying on his side, just like that scene from yesteryear.  Ian doesn’t say anything, so it’s not like we can think he’s crying for Mickey, or because he’s flashing back to when he had meaningless sex with too many strangers to count before or because he feels bad about using this guy-it’s all supposed to be about Monica.  

Next time we see Ian he’s in the hot tub and Fiona comes and joins him and he  tells Fiona “other than crying in some fat fucking furry stranger’s arms tonight” he’s great.  They have a boring talk about her day, and then Fi says she wants to know what’s going on.  Ian says it’s embarrassing, Fi says, “Okay”, Ian tells her, “Terror said that hooking up with a chub would make me feel better about Monica but it don’t-it made me feel worse.”   Fiona: Really?  You’re upset she died?  (This is why you never go to Fiona for advice about interpersonal relationships, Ian!  She’s not wired like you!) I: Yeah.  I know you guys have all moved on and I haven’t.  (Shit, Ian, you really are all alone in this world now, aren’t you?  You really should’ve gone to Mexico with the one and only person who cares about you!) F: Moved on while she was alive. I: Well, I guess I’m the family freak for not wanting to forget about her. (yeah, you should just forget about her-you could do it with Mickey, and he actually had your back!) F: I don’t think you’re a freak cuz you don’t want to forget her.  I think you’re a freak cuz you cried in a fat dude’s arms.

They splash each other and the next day I’m reading posts about how great it is that Fiona’s acting like Ian’s sister again-huh?  Did I miss when she said, “I’m sorry you’re hurting, I’m here for you, what do you need”?  She told a fat joke and didn’t look the least bit worried over Ian’s suffering-or what he did to try to alleve it.  And what about her worrying/saying that fucking Terror will set a match to Ian’s sweet life that he’s worked so hard to achieve?  Shouldn’t any big sister’s response to “Trevor said...” be, “If Trevor told you to sniff glue would you have done THAT?  That’d make you forget your pain over Monica for a while too, but IT’S NO FUCKING SOLUTION.”  

Also, this whole thing just proves that Terror has no credentials whatsoever.  He’s probably just a volunteer at the youth center-they let him drive kids around without a valid license and now his advice to someone who’s had bad sex almost his entire life is to go have some more to feel better for a while.  Fuck this noise.  There’s no way he’s ever had formal training to be a counselor working with at risk kids.

At least this time the hot tub had steam rising off it.

You’d think that’d be enough bad for one ep, but no!  We still have the tattoo to get through!  Ian’s already getting inked when the scene begins, and the artist asks if he’s doing okay, and Ian says yeah, he’s digging the pain.  The tattoo guy says a lot of people say that especially if they’re going through a hard time.  Ian asks why is that and the guy says, “Emotional pain has no location.  Physical pain does-you can name it.  So it becomes a little more manageable.”  Um, Nancy?  Did you just sign off on self-harm?  That is NOT good or reasonable advice!  What is it with this episode pushing Ian into destructive behavior?  

Anyway, Ian asks how’s it looking, the guy says, “Your girlfriend’s gonna love this one, bro.”  Ian says, “It’s not my girlfriend, it’s my mom.”  The artist says, “Your mom?  Oh you shoulda told me that before I started working on these titties.”  

So, what, exactly, was the conversation when Ian got there?  “I want a woman’s headless torso tattooed on my back-I’ll explain the significance of it later”????  As with everything on this show, their complete lack of research and respect for the work people do in the real world is non-existent here.  

Next time we see Ian he’s drinking a beer shirtless in the Gallagher kitchen and TERROR is there-all my earlier hopes while I was watching that the dueling sex scene was going to be a deal breaker for Ian, at least for a while, has flown out the window.  They don’t even say why he’s there-if those two assholes are back together and Terror’s settling in there again, I’ll riot.  

Carl comes in from the front door with a random girl we never see up close.  He walks all the way to the kitchen leaving her in the background and says Ian’s “lost it” when he hears the tattoo is supposed to be Monica.  Oh, that reminds me-when Ian gets his money from Carl, he asks what Ian’s going to do with it and Ian says he’ll use it to do something to memorialize Monica-so, Carl gave Lip 9 grand, even if he kept an extra thousand from Ian, you mean to tell me that tattoo cost Ian all his money and he couldn’t pay the guy to cover it or turn it into something else?

Ian flips out when he recognizes Monica’s jacket on the girl.  Carl said he gave it to her for some beers and a blowie.  The whole time he’s drinking the beer, Ian’s acting like he did the day at Mickey’s when he wanted to go after the protesters at the serviceman’s funeral.  Are we supposed to think he’s getting manic again?  That would certainly explain a lot of shit/bad decisions that have gone down in this episode, but they showed him with his pills in the first episode and the writers have said they “dealt with” Ian needing to be medicated-although then they did cave and give us that brief look at Ian needing to get his dose adjusted last season.  I hate how the show cares so little about anything, that you just don’t know if there’s reasons for Ian’s behavior or it’s just the indifferent script writers trading off week to week.  Anyway, Ian insists Carl bring him to Monica’s storage unit since there’s still some of her stuff there, and Carl calls him “Psycho” but says he will. 

The next day Ian’s wearing his bright red Nike high tops, out on the stoop shooting daggers from his eyes as the snooty rich mother of Liam’s sleepover friend is waiting.  I assume there was some dialogue that got cut, because why is Ian so hostile towards her?  Is he hurt because she’s judging him for living in a bad neighborhood-looking down on him?  Isn’t that how this hypocritical fuck was about the big guys in this episode?  Why does this show suck so hard now?  

The woman’s kid and Liam and Carl come out, and Ian and Carl go to the storage unit and discover a big bad meth dealer there.  He figures out they’re Monica’s kids and that she either gave them his meth or they stole it and either way he wants his $70000 back.  Setting up the next pointless episode...

There was one scene with a kid playing Yevgeny in it (bring the Henckels back!), and Kev’s cancer scare that I had already read in a spoiler was going to be just that-only a scare.  And Kev gets to join a cancer support group but we can’t send Ian to grief therapy because Gallaghers don’t do therapy.  

The show is going nowhere.  To Cameron after his rant this week I can only say, “Fuck me for giving a shit, you prick.”  

[leagueofawesomedudes]

Week 4 LOAD Preview

Well, well, well how the turntables have turned. Week 4 and I finally get the preview? Didn’t know this was the year I was going to be so underappreciated, but guess I’ll just go commando, put my baby powder and big dick jeans on and rock this fucking preview. All this bullshit about everyone so nervous about the Browns and Shawn’s just sitting on his front steps, thinking about how bad the Steelers are going to be as he waits for Alyssa to get home with the house keys. Really puts things into perspective, because if you don’t wear brown and orange, you don’t matter. Unless you’re a media member saying something mean and then we will acknowledge you and clap back. Nonetheless, we are in a good spot ready to whip out our cocks after Baker wins this shootout against the Ravens (Dom and Paul take the over, I know a guy ;) Let’s get this party started.

 Kickers & Defense (1-2) vs. Rooney Tunes (0-3)

Well I guess I’ll start out with my most boring preview because it’s not the best matchup. I’m not going to rag on myself because everyone knows I’m a second half team, and Shawn’s like getting married on Friday or whatever. Get over it dude you’re like so thirsty for attention.

^^Enough said

Old Solden > Shawn

 Mahomies Chubbie (2-1) vs. She Diggs My Cobb (0-3)

A matchup of the two newest Lakewood residents. Does it even count if you don’t live with Sam? Idk but they will be sharing the same building which means the amount of Chicken breasts, Chipotle, and gains within those walls are about to increase faster than a black kid who thought he just spotted his dad for the first time. Did I do that right? Trying to mix in a Naggerguy joke for two of my most racist friends. White power. I mean can they be given any more lead roles in movie these days? Why do you have to be a “Black lead” nowadays why can’t you just be a great actor who’s a great fit for the role? Oh shit, this isn’t the SJW blog I write to this is the preview. @Tj, feel free to take that material. As Dom so eloquently put it, based off the viral tweets of several copycat sports writers, Mahomes is having his Curry run and it’s showing no signs of slowing down. I thought Chad’s draft wasn’t as strong as he did, but he’s putting together a nice run with Mr. Heinz himself and a bunch of guys who will start coming back down to Earth by midseason. Mr. Snowman almost completing the quartet of White QB, White Receiver, White TE andddd White Kicker but there’s just no damn white RB’s left in our sacred NFL. Can the real slim shady please stand up? Aw hell, might as well keep the white power trend going for my guys.

Mr. Snowman > Yeah, she was decent

 My Quads Are Dangerou6 (2-1) vs. jared donovan’s Team (2-1)

Our newest member takes on our newest wild card taking over the late great Holla’s spot. Oh shit, I forgot has anyone talked to him to make sure he’s still alive? Ah, I’m sure he’s fine this important. Jared figuring out how to draft a fantasy team is more shocking than Sam switching to structured meal plans where he can have a precise routine that he never changes. Oh wait…No no no it’s more like me masturbating 3 times in a day once a week. Damnit, that’s not right either. I got it! Jared figuring out how to draft is like him being able to cum standing up. Just an absolutely shocking change of pace. Jon, my sweet sweet Jon. I hope the intro to the LOAD and these previews have been nice and not too much of an adjustment you absolute dirty cunt shitbag. Just wait till I play you and shove Bakers fake dong flop (his arm) so far up your ass I’ll be able to use you as a puppet to respond to Cowherds rants about our leader. Woah, blacked out there for a second, I’m back. Welcome to the LOAD! Both teams have some great matchups this week, but I’m going to have to go with Jared on this one, because I’ve seen his Quads and at this point in the year they’re more Dangerou6 than Baker. Put it away, Sam.

Pick a fucking team name > Burgs fiancé

 Uncle Rico (2-1) vs. The Injured Reserve (1-2)

I’ve never seen someone so unhappy to be 2-1 in fantasy through 3 weeks as TJ is. Also, Case, he might need to pay another $5 and borrow your team name if this trend continues. I feel like I have rode the Millennium Falcon the amount of times TJ has changed his mind about fantasy this year, but if there was one thing to bring him back home to his boys it couldn’t have been any better that it was Gardner Minshew. The second? I don’t think anyone knows but damn can that guy throw a football over the mountains. Casey – I don’t know what the last few previews were about your housewarming party was so much fun I don’t remember anything, remember? But for real, the amount of puppy lovers you have in this group and you’re depriving that good boy of his uncles? Fucked up man. How many barkbox reveal snapchats do I have to be personally invested in before I meet this dude in person. With the two lowest projected weeks but the most spunk, I’m going with Tony Two Time Minchewing caseys barkbox and getting the dub.

Uncle Rico > The Injured Reserve

 Butker in the Cooper (3-0) vs. Under the Influwentz (1-2)

Doug, despite what all the other guys have been saying nonstop about you I’m glad you’re still hanging out in the league with us. I will say, if you don’t tell us ahead of time next year that you won’t be able to make the draft on time we’re going to put some kind of penalty on you. I don’t care how many friends/girlfriends you have with boats and docks, next time you’re on time bud. We all saw what happened when Casey had to actually draft (Mixon in the first round), and I would sure love to see that happen to you. Dom, Dom, Dom. Stealing takes about Mahomes, sending absurd trade requests the second I reject one of them. Sending me a trade for multiple mediocre players for my best players is not a good trade Dom, and you’ll never catch me drunk or high enough to get me to go through with one of them. Take your flowy hair, great style, and fake glasses and gtfoh with that. Also, your team is pretty good this year so I’m back to hating you.

Dommy Salami > Mr. Fixer Upper

 **GAME OF THE WEEK**

Christian McCuri’s (1-2) lol vs. JuJu Kachoo (3-0) wow

Flashback to 2016, it’s a breezy morning at 6:29am. Paul is in a fluffy robe and slippers with a vanilla late from the first floor of 12000 Edgewater between both hands keeping him warm. He’s power stance leaning on the ledge of the balcony overlooking the calm swells of Lake Erie. As his hair moves slightly in the wind, he glances down at his apple watch and sees the time is 6:30am. He gives a slight smile and Arthur like fist clench on his side. He knows now his plan is in action. Samuel emerges from his room to the kitchen. It’s time for his morning scrambled eggs, bagel, banana and/or fresh cut pineapple. His first step in, he freezes and immediately knows something is awry. A quick glance to the sink and it sets in. Paul has woken up early and made eggs with the only pan Sam knows how to cook with. As he stares blankly down, now knowing his entire daily routine will be thrown off by approximately 2 minutes and 17 seconds, Paul emerges from the abyss with a fake punch and a whisper in the ear “you’re going down this week, pussy”. For Paul knows now, the entirety of Sam’s day will be slightly askew affirming the real estate he owns in his head. Sam begins to panic – did he pack his lunch the night before? Will his lift be as good as expected after work? Will his chipotle even taste the same? The matchup has been won…….before it even started. Fast forward 3 years, living in separate households, the real estate still exists. Dormant at most times, but enacted upon at the precise moments Sam would never expect. Now it would be downright negligent to say I don’t know what Paul is planning, but I refuse to spoil a well-planned, well-timed prank against a fantasy opponent. Samuel, God’s speed, check your shoes before sliding them on, and check the corners before you turn them.  

Pauly Pranks A Lot > Susceptible Sam

 Chad, she actually wasn’t decent. Boom Roasted. Bennett, fall asleep with the stove on lately? Boom Roasted. Casey, are you and Tim technically eskimo brothers now too? Boom Roasted. Doug gets to do house work every day now? Now we’ll really never see you. Boom Roasted. Shawn you’re about to be married. Are you the bride or the groom? Boom Roasted. Dom, go get me a shot of tequila. Boom Roasted. Paul you’re a pussy queef. Boom Roasted. Sam how are your stepchildren? Just my yearly reminder. Boom Roasted. Jon where are your balls? Oh nvm I see them in Burgs pocket. Boom Roasted. Jared can you tell me the spiritual back story behind your tattoos? Boom Roasted. TJ can you tell me the spiritual back story behind your tattoos? Boom Roasted. Solden can you tell me the spiritual back story behind your tattoo? Boom Roasted.

 Second half team bitches just like the Browns. This is my year and much like the Browns, I’ll be moving to the playoffs and sitting in the champions lounge at year end. Suck my balls. But seriously, love my dawgs, love raggin on all of you, and love receiving it back :). Go Browns. Go LOAD. Solden out.