they should have put a shot from this ed on the cover

The Tenth Floor pt 1

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times

You certainly looked the part. Dress slacks, light-blue blouse, a blazer with the sleeves rolled up once. You were even wearing heels, much to your distaste. You had bought your slacks at a consignment store cheap, and they fit other than the length. You planned to either have them hemmed or buy new ones as soon as you got your first pay check, but for now you would have to survive without practical shoes.

The elevator you were standing in was basically a box of mirrors, and everywhere you looked you saw yourself. It was a little disconcerting, so you tried to focus on your phone. You felt the elevator stop, and you glanced up at the numbers on the wall. You were only on the fifth floor, so you guessed someone else must be going up as well.

You were right, and watched as two young men stepped into the elevator with you. The taller of the two gave you a smile as the other almost pressed the button for the tenth floor, noticed it was already lit up, and dropped his hand.

“You must be the new secretary.” He commented, and you raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah, how did you—“

“We know everyone on the tenth floor.” The taller man replied. “My name’s Seokjin, by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, giving them both a smile. “I look forward to getting to know you both.”

“Don’t count on it.” The second man snorted.

Seokjin shot the other man a look, and hit his arm lightly. “Jimin, don’t scare the girl off on her first day.” Jimin shrugged, unperturbed.

“What do you mean, ‘don’t count on it’?” You asked, and Jimin smiled.

“I mean, you won’t be around long enough to get to know us.” He looked over to Seokjin. “I’d give her a week, tops.”

Seokjin sighed. “Such a pessimist.” He chided before sizing you up. “She’ll last a month.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey, may i request a Jungkook story well I don't really have a plot tbh i just wanna read a story of jungkook like those collage au and have a hobby of photography 🙈 thanks 😊

the nudist and the prudist [m]

❛❛ i saw you naked on your porch but jesus christ is my friend so i was hoping i would never see you again but here you are go away hot person❜❜ AU

COUNT → 14.968

GENRE → smut | angst | fluff | humor

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → explicit language | virgin reader | exhibitionism | alcoholism | sEX

LINKS → TNATP 1.5 (jungkook’s pov)

note: so. this was mostly inspired by me walking by a naked man in real life this weekend. i live in a big city where one of the state universities is. lets just say i ran away screaming in terror. but ofc nothing else happened. never saw that man again. a nice butt he had. anyways. im gonna go to church now and say hello to my gOOD FRIEND JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!! AMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

also send in more requests bc im a thirsty hoe

It was finally spring.

The bitter cold had lasted longer than normal and you feared that even the first day of spring would be filled with steady snowfall. Your winter had been spent wrapped in blankets, sipping on hot apple cider, and venturing outdoors with scarves nearly constricting your airflow. You thought the cold season was beautiful, but it was only beautiful superficially in your eyes. You didn’t enjoy walking around in layers upon layers of clothing and never leaving your room unless you absolutely had to. Then, one morning, you were greeted by melted snow and grass finally taking on that vibrant green color you missed so much.

As an introvert, winter was your own nightmare.

But then it became spring.

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Yuri on Ice interview translation - Animage 2017/01 (p20-23)

I was going to post this last week but gave priority to the BD stuff. This will be the final interview from the booklet that came with January Animage! There’s still an interview with Kenji Miyamoto left untranslated, but it will be taken care of by @whiteboxgems​ whenever she has time! I’ll reblog it when it’s around.

This is actually 2 interviews, I’m posting them together because they were one after the other and (main reason) because the second one is very short.
A few notes below to better understand the interviews.

The first one is with Yuuichirou Hayashi, the one who created the ending (ED = ending by the way) footage. I have the feeling someone previously posted translations of the captions under the ED screenshots, but I don’t remember where and I’m pretty sure it was just the captions and not the interview parts, so here you have it complete. This one is pretty interesting because he explains in detail how they created the ED, and has some extra information on cut scenes etc. Definitely a must read in my opinion!

The second one is a short interview with Kayoko Ishikawa, the one who did the costume designs. Here you might think: didn’t Chacott design the costumes? I’ll explain. It’s more or less like with Mitsurou Kubo and Tadashi Hiramatsu: Kubo created the original designs for the characters, from scratch, and Hiramatsu transformed them into designs specifically created for animation, therefore with simpler lines, detailed expression sheets and so on. Likewise, Chacott did the original designs for the costumes, from scratch, based on the indications by Yamamoto and Kubo, and then the anime’s costume designer simplified and modified them so that they would be suitable to be animated. (Before actually animating them there’s a further step: the anime’s color designer is going to decide the exact colors, shadows and highlights included, that will be used inside the anime. I translated an interview with the color designer Izumi Hirose some time ago)

I usually don’t add pictures but this time I felt that it would be better to add them as an immediate reference. However, they are just for reference and are not meant to be visually stunning, so please bear with the quality because I just took photos of the magazine with my phone and quickly edited them.

Translation under the cut! (kind of image-heavy)

***If you wish to share this translation please do it by reblogging or posting a link to it***

***Re-translating into other languages is ok but please mention that this post is the source***

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pairing: richie x eddie (reddie)

summary: eddie is tired of richie’s shit, especially when he’s trying to sleep.

warnings: none

prompt by: @prompt-bank

not my gif

“Listen, Richie, if you keep this up I’m gonna have to put you on the fucking streets,” Eddie said, knocking Richie over to his side of the bed.

Richie groaned in response and rolled over to his previous position, which just so happened to be way over the halfway line of the bed Eddie had set for the two.

Eddie grabbed the pillow that was under his head and screamed into it out of frustration. “I swear to god if you don’t get the fuck over I’m gonna choke you.”

“Is that a promise?” Richie said. Eddie could hear the amusement in Richie’s voice and knew for a fact that Richie was smirking.

“Fucking asshole,” Eddie mumbled under his breath, sitting up. “Why don’t you let me get any kind of sleep in this damn house? You’re ALWAYS in my space. I take the time out of my day to set boundaries AND YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME,” Eddie threw himself back against the bed and sighed in frustration.

“I just wanna be near you, Eds,” Richie replied, smiling at a very aggravated Eddie.

“Do not fucking call me that, you little shit.”

“I don’t get it, EDS, you always complain about me being too damn close to you at night. Isn’t that the point of sharing a fucking bed?” Richie asked. He honestly didn’t understand why it was such a big deal.

“I complain because you aren’t near me in a cute ‘let’s cuddle’ kind of way, you’re near me in an ‘I’m gonna throw both of my legs on top of you for the next 8 hours’ type of way, and it’s annoying as shit,” Eddie said, poking Richie in the chest.

“Well, I’m SO SORRY if I want to show my BOYFRIEND affection at night by being close to him. There should be no fucking boundaries when we’re asleep,” Richie said.


Eddie was practically losing his shit at this point, and Richie loved every single moment of it. Richie knew just how to get under Eddie’s skin at any given moment, but he had no idea that this time was different.  

“That’s it.” Eddie was utterly fucking annoyed considering it was 2am and he had gotten no sleep at all. He used every single ounce of power and will he had in his body and shoved Richie as hard as he could, making him fall off the bed with a loud “Oof.”

“Hey, what the fuck was that for?” Richie said, standing up and trying to climb back onto the bed. Much to his disappointment, Eddie had sprawled himself completely across the bed and was refusing to let him back in.

“Fuck you,” Eddie said, holding each side of the bed as tightly as he could, making sure Richie had no chance of getting back under the covers.

Richie decided to try to lay on top of the covers, but Eddie had other plans. Eddie immediately attacked Richie with small and frantic slaps, which caused Richie to cower away in shock.

“Who the hell are you and where the fuck is my real boyfriend,” Richie asked, holding his arms to his chest.

“I’m tired of it. I’m TIRED of it,” Eddie said.

“I’m tired too, now move the fuck over,” Richie said, trying to move Eddie back to his side.

“Nuh-uh,” Eddie replied, shaking his head stubbornly and holding his ground. “You’re sleeping on the couch. You’re not allowed in this bed anymore tonight.”

You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” Richie yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.

“I don’t care, go away, I’m tired and you’re annoying,” Eddie said.

Richie sighed and took his pillow from the bed. Eddie watched silently as he went to the closet and got a spare blanket. Richie made his way to the door and stepped through it, but not before turning back at Eddie dramatically and giving his best puppy-dog face in hopes Eddie would change his mind.

“Go,” Eddie said, still irritated.

“Fine,” Richie said, throwing Eddie a deadpan look and walking downstairs.

Eddie had gotten absolutely NO sleep at all. It had been about 2 hours since he had forced Richie to sleep downstairs, and he felt like he was suffering more than Richie was.

Eddie sat up on the bed, clearly exhausted. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Eddie threw the covers off of his body and made his way downstairs. He very quietly walked over to the couch, where he could just barely see Richie’s legs hanging over the side.

The sight of Richie asleep on the couch actually made Eddie feel kind of bad considering Richie was too tall to properly lay on the couch. It must be super uncomfortable.

Eddie walked over to stand in front of Richie, who was peacefully sleeping and lightly tapped him on his shoulder. Richie snored loudly in response.

Eddie sighed and nudged Richie. “Wake up, asshole.”

Richie shot up from the couch. Since his legs had been placed in an awkward position, the sudden movement caused them to tangle up and Richie was flung off the couch onto the carpeted floor.

“Ouch, what the fuck?” Richie sat up with a groan and rubbed his head, looking up at Eddie.

“Can you come back to bed with me? I can’t sleep,” Eddie asked sheepishly, already feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Wait a minute. You mean to tell me I was thrown out of my own damn bed, banished to the fucking couch, which is super un-fucking-comfortable by the way, and now you want me to come back because poor little Eddie can’t fall asleep?” Richie asked, faking irritation.

Eddie shifted slightly, his face heating up. He was suddenly really glad that it was dark so Richie wouldn’t notice, but he was also slightly scared. Was Richie really mad at him?


“Of course I will Eds,” Richie said happily, hopping up from the floor and grabbing his pillow. Eddie sighed in relief and followed his boyfriend back to their room.

Richie flopped onto his side of the bed and waited for Eddie to get in on his side. Richie placed his arm around Eddie’s waist and pulled him closer.

“Goodnight, Eds,” Richie whispered, smiling at the fact that Eddie needed him more than he had thought.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” Eddie whispered back.

stenbrhoe  asked:

oof,,, 50s/60s reddie as teenagers and richie is a greaser but hes actually a softie and like eddie is this cleancut kid and richie invites him to a party,,, please make it gay

Umm haha I hate myself because I love this so much?? It’s so much longer than I expected it to be too, I just kept thinking of more and more ideas - I hope that’s okay!! Also a special thanks to my favourite, @losvers-clubb for helping me out with ideas!!

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Dark Nights (Part 2)

Originally posted by kendaspntwd

Summary: The reader’s night doesn’t exactly go as planned when Dean shows up and he senses trouble…

Dark Nights Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I wonder who could be at the door?…

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3 Years (John x Reader)

Word Count: 3,977

Warnings: Swears, Alcohol, Smut (It’s hella fluffy smut)

Authors Note: So we hit 800? I’m dying I love you guys so much I don’t deserve any of you. Anyways, I wanted to celebrate this milestone with some smut yeah? lol. Get ready, it’s so sweet you could get a cavity. Big thanks to @adolescenthowell for dealing with my smut writing process shit. Go follow her! I LIVE TO HEAR FEEDBACK FROM YOU GUYS AND I LOVE TO JUST HEAR FROM YOU IN GENERAL. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

Requests:  Reader x Laurens where they go out with the squad and reader looks really hot and Laurens whose like in love with reader can’t control himself and maybe leads to smut if you’re ok with that

John Laurens + reader teasing him while they’re at a bar?


Friday night meant going out with your friends for drinks, especially after you had met Alexander. You and Alex had met in college and after that you two hit it off instantly, doing everything together. You would be lying if you said you two hadn’t hooked up once or twice but you both mutually agreed that you two were better off as friends, you even helped snag Eliza for him. Being friends with Alex meant being friends with his friends, and thankfully they all liked you. All but one. John Laurens. For some reason, you two had created a friendship of your own filled with nothing but dry, sarcastic humor that nobody seemed to understand. You greeted him with insults and he would happily take them and throw one back at you.

You stepped into the taxi and gave the driver the name of the bar as you smoothed out your barely there dress. The forest green silky fabric felt like air to your skin, and you had to make sure you had actually worn clothes out. If the short length wasn’t enough, the dress also was backless as the fabric in the back started below your ribcage. You didn’t know why you had chosen to wear that dress. On Friday nights you had usually opted for a pair of jeans and a nice top but today you felt like dressing up a bit more, and you were definitely feeling yourself. The taxi came to a screeching halt in front of the bar, and you thanked the driver as you handed him a ten dollar bill. You swung your legs out of the cab and gracefully stood up as the New York City breeze hit your body. You smoothed out your hair before walking into the bar.

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Request ⇾ hi can you do a stan x reader imagine where the losers notice that whenever stan talks to the reader or is close to them he gets flustered so they figure out he likes them and starts teasing etc etc. love your writing btw hehe !!

Warnings ⇾ swearing, Richie being a dick

A/N ⇾ just a small cute lil fic, enjoy!


“Wait, wait, wait!” Eddie hushed Bill and Richie as they stood peering around the school wall. “Is that Stan?! He is going so red! He totally likes her!”

“Oh my god! Look at him, he’s finally going to get some!” Richie commented, making Bill and Eddie roll their eyes.

“You have to turn everything into something it’s not, don’t you? Why is everything sexual with you?” Eddie complained.

“It just is, Eds! Can’t help it you’re all virgins and I’m not!” Richie said as he argued with Eddie.

“Oh my god. You are not a virgin!”




“G-guys!” Bill interrupted, “is th-this really what we’re g-going t-to talk about w-while Stan is over there t-trying to c-confess his l-love?!” Bill spat out. “Sh-should we help h-him? He looks l-like he’s s-s-struggling.”

“No way, he’s a man. He can do this himself!” Richie said rolling his eyes at Stan awkwardness.

“You are such a dick,” Eddie began, “if that was you, you’d be begging us to help you out!” Eddie turned his head away from Richie once again.

“Oh m-my g-god!” Bill interrupted their bickering once again only to notice Richie storming off the other way.

“Where are you going?” Eddie shouted after him.

“Well, we have to tell the others, don’t we?” Richie responded with a devious smirk on his face.

Eddie turned to Bill who shared the same pained expression, bless Stan.


It was the next day and the eight losers were sitting in study hall together. Richie looked over at Y/N and Stan, who were giggling and passing notes, and nudged Eddie. “It’s time.” Richie muttered, only garnering a quick “No!” From Eddie. He wasn’t quick enough, no one could predict what was coming.

“So, Stan, didn’t know you had a girlfriend?” Richie began, earning a quick shake of the head off Eddie.

“What?” Stan said, head turning quickly to question Richie.

“Well, you know,” Richie motioned to him and Y/N, “You are dating right? You finally confessed your love for her, didn’t you?”

At that, Y/N’s head shot up just as quickly as Stan’s had prior. Richie put on a faux shocked expression.

“Oh wait, you didn’t tell her? This must be really awkward for you then, mustn’t it?”

“What does he mean, Stan?” Y/N said, turning back to look at Stan and head his point of view.

“W-well, he’s only teasing, you know, just normal Richie. He likes to exaggerate things.” Stan tried desperately to cover up his friends awful move.

“So you don’t have feelings for me?” Y/N asked, slightly disappointed by the boy’s previous response.

“No! I mean, yes! I do! But he’s just being a dick, aren’t you?” Stan said turning his head to Richie at the end of his question. He only received a shrug in response.

“That’s good then because I have feelings for you too.” Y/N added.

“You do?”

“Yes! Of course she does! Now can you two just get together and get it over with? All this love shit is getting real old, real fast!” Richie exclaimed making Y/N and Stan giggle.

Even though Stan was totally mad at Richie, he couldn’t deny he needed that little push. Now, he was happier than ever.

Chamber of Secrets - Part 21

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: So I reread this series last night and holy shit this has got to be the slowest slow burns ever. I’m so sorry lmao. Also, I know I haven’t been linking the previous part and next part in each chapter because takes so much time so I’m just going to put the series masterlist on each chapter from now on. 

Series Masterlist

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Tom Holland - Four Simple Steps Part 2

this took me long and i have so many great ideas for this series that i know you guys will love!!!!!!! 

Part 1

shout out to @seoparker and @nycspidey for both editing this you guys are lovely!!!!!!!

requests are open:))

Originally posted by tomshollandss

i rolled over as my phone began to vibrate and harry’s face appeared on screen. i let out a sigh, looking over at the clock. it was seven o'clock, class started in about an hour or so. i grabbed my phone, answering with an exasperated sigh.

“hello” i said grumpily, shifting my body so my feet touched my floor. a shiver ran through me when my feet made contact with the cold wood.

“good morning darling” a voice that was definitely not harry’s rung through the phone. i let out a groan knowing who this was.

“tom what the hell do you want?” i grabbed a blanket wrapping it around my shoulders. i could hear him laugh, a sweet,
boyish laugh that sent a giddy feeling to my insides.

“well sleeping beauty, i’m asking you out for breakfast, be ready in ten minutes” tom didn’t even let me answer, the line went dead and i let myself fall back on my twin bed.

after a minute or two, i got up, putting my long y/h/c hair in a ponytail. i put on my white button down shirt and navy blue tie, as well as the navy blue school skirt. i rolled it up as an afterthought, since everyone does it. finally, i put on the white knee-high socks and black flats.

the school uniform wasn’t uncomfortable, but it’s a pain in the ass shaving my legs every three days. i was able to put on some mascara, then my phone buzzed.

unknown number:


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author: chrevastan
word count: 1196 (oneshot)
characters: Steve Rogers x Reader (F)
warnings: None. Just a load of fluff.
insp: Perfect - Ed Sheeran
A/N: I just realized I haven’t written a Steve oneshot. Also, I wanted to write some pointless fluff. That’s all. Oh, I may have snuck a FRIENDS reference somewhere. Points to the person who finds it. Permanent tag list and drabble requests for Bucky or Steve are open!

Originally posted by your-kylie-me

It was just another typical Friday night in the tower.

When you weren’t sent on missions, you liked curling up on your favorite couch with a book and a blanket draped over your lap. This evening, you were reading Clint’s worn out copy of The Return of the King when you heard the door open. You looked up to see the love of your life padding into the room with his leather-bound sketchpad tucked under his arm. Steve was clad in a form fitting black v-neck and some navy blue sweats but he was still easily the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Hey.” you hum as he makes his way towards you, dipping low enough to give you a quick peck on the lips.

“Hey.” he answers in a low voice and smiles. “Busy?”

“Not really.” You sit up, placing the book down on the coffee table. Even though the couch was big enough to seat you both comfortably, Steve settled close to you and brought your feet up to rest on his lap. He began to stroke your legs over your soft blanket and you sighed at the comforting touch. “That feels nice.”

“Yeah?” Steve smiles bashfully before taking his sketchpad. He gives it a thoughtful look before handing it to you hesitantly. “I want to show you something…” you note the sudden change in his tone. He sounded a mixture of shy and anxious.

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Bubblegum & Cigarettes

Enjoy this fluffy reddie sleepover one shot I wrote a little while ago.

Rain poured relentlessly down on Derry, Maine that October day, as Eddie Kaspbrak turned the corner onto the street where Richie Tozier lived. Night was just beginning to creep into the air, and Eddie shivered. Not because he was cold—which he was—but because even though it had been two months since he and his friend’s defeated IT, Eddie sometimes still felt eyes on him; a gaze laced in nefarious intent. The rain came in sheets, blinding him and soaking his clothes completely. Eddie was sure his mother would be sick with worry right about now at the thought of her Eddie being outside in weather like this. But, when Richie called him 30 minutes earlier to ask if he could come spend the night and Mrs. Kaspbrak told Eddie that he may, it had been a clear, beautiful evening.
Through the downpour Eddie could finally see Richie’s house and relief washed over his cold body. He ran up to the doorstep, grateful for the shelter of the porch, and knocked. After about 5 second, Richie Tozier opened the door.

“Eds! Get in here, man! Why the hell didn’t your mom drive you here?” Richie smiled, and grabbed Eddie by the arm and pulled him inside the house.

“Don’t call me Eds! And it wasn’t raining when I started walking over here,” Eddie panted as Richie drug him upstairs into his room.

“You just wait here while I get you some other clothes from the laundry room,” Richie said and left the room. Standing in his dripping clothes, Eddie regarded Richie’s surprisingly clean and tidy room. He’d been in this room many times of course, but he always loved to admire Richie’s collection of comic books neatly arranged on the bookshelf and the posters covering almost all of the walls.
It had only been about two minutes before Richie appeared in the doorway again. “Here you go, Eds,” he said and handed Eddie a small heap of dry clothing. As Eddie took them, he realized that he would soon be wearing Richie’s clothes. Richie’s clothes. For some reason he couldn’t understand, that idea was very exciting and terrifying to Eddie. He felt hot blush erupt on his cheeks and hoped Richie didn’t notice.

Eddie stood in the bathroom, stripped of his freezing, wet clothing. He examined the clothes he was given; a big grey t-shirt that Richie wore quite often and navy blue sweatpants. After a few moments, he put them on. Eddie was sure he had never felt clothes so soft and so warm. He tugged the baggy t-shirt up to his nose and breathed in. He was met with an aroma that smelled like bubblegum and slightly of cigarettes— the scent of Richie Tozier. Eddie smiled softly to himself before heading back to the bedroom.
Richie beamed when Eddie entered the room again. “You should wear my clothes more often, Eds!” Eddie’s face burned, and he was positive Richie saw, but he must have ignored it because he simply patted the spot next to him on the bed, beckoning Eddie to come sit.
Eddie could not remember how long it had been since he was that happy. For hours they talked on Richie’s bed, sometimes laughing until they cried. It must have been after midnight when Richie finally said, “I can barely keep my eyes open.” Eddie replied, “Yeah, me too.”— which was true. Richie took off his glasses, laid them down on his nightstand, and turned back to him.

“What d’you say, Eds? Wanna go to bed?”
Eddie nodded gratefully.
“You take the bed tonight,” Richie said.
Eddie interjected, slightly too quickly, “No! Please…please don’t sleep on the floor.” Embarrassed at the abruptness of his comment, he pointed to the bed, “L-look…we can both fit.” Richie grinned and looked at him,“Well, okay. You’re a real sweetheart, you know that,” and playfully punched his shoulder. Eddie blushed again, but didn’t care as much because Richie had just turned off his bedside lamp, immersing them in a quiet darkness. Both boys got under the covers, but kept their distance— or at first anyways.
Minutes passed.
“Do you still think about IT,” Richie suddenly whispered into the darkness.

“Sometimes at night…mostly when I’m trying to fall asleep,” Eddie said.

Richie just whispered back, “me too”.

After several moments though, Richie spoke again—quieter this time with a hint of apprehension.
“Eds…,” Richie slid his arm around Eddie’s waist and pulled him towards his chest, “…come here”. Eddie, his heart surely about to burst, placed an arm around Richie and drew himself even closer, completely closing off any gaps between them. He snuggled into the crook of Richie’s neck, faintly smelling the bubblegum and cigarettes. Richie lovingly placed a kiss on Eddie’s forehead.
Eddie hugged him tighter and considered the words a moment before he finally whispered, “This feels really good.” Richie breathed, “I know,” and sweetly stroked Eddie’s hair. He sighed into Richie’s skin.
If anyone else had been there that night, Eddie and Richie certainly would have been laughed and taunted into oblivion. But there was no one there to judge them. Just two hearts beating in a dark room while the wind howled outside and rain drummed deafeningly against the windowpanes. Everything seemed miles away, and that was good.
Eddie had never felt so safe, so warm, so loved. Being in Richie’s arms was, at the time, what he expected heaven was like.
Soon Eddie began to feel heavy with drowsiness, but right before he drifted out of consciousness, Richie Tozier said something to Eddie Kaspbrak that he would never forget for the rest of his life. Not even 27 years later when he lay dying in the arms of a much older Richie Tozier, trying to repeat those same words.

“I love you so much, Eds.”

✵ ― Hard Times

I literally was just trying to sleep because I have to function tomorrow and in the middle of my nap, I was awoken by the devil telling me to write this fic right away. And I sort of got carried away. Also shoutout to me. This is my first Eddie-centric fic. I love my dead gay son so much. i’m going to call out @rememberingtozier​ because look !! I wrote fluff, who knew I could ?!?!

Words ;; 1850 ・゚ Pairing ;; Richie Tozier / Eddie Kaspbrak  ・゚  Warnings ;; FLUFF BOYS, Strong language, pot smoking mentioned, an overall gay vibe

❝ — Richie had been crashing at Eddie’s the past week or so. The two had yet to really touch on the fact that Wentworth and Maggie had yelled at Richie to leave and never come back . Eddie hated that he had to see Richie like this. So broken and defeated. He felt like he was unwanted, abandoned. He craved attention so much. It explained why he was the front runner for class clown five years in a row. But Eddie and the losers knew the truth behind all the ‘your mom’ jokes and dick puns. He was all but homeless as of a month ago and still made an effort to make his friends laugh. It was incredible. He was incredible.

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Imagine being teased constantly ‘cause you and Chris are the only couple on set.

You were just walking out of the Starbucks in your hotel lobby when you spotted your fellow co-stars; Chris, Anthony, and Sebastian tumbled out of the elevator, laughing amongst themselves. Your boyfriend was the first to spot you; his pretty blue eyes lit up and he flashed you his perfect, heart thumping smile. You smiled back and waved, catching Anthony and Sebastian’s attention as well. They smiled and waved, then nudged Chris playfully with smug smile on their faces. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but from the redness in Chris’ cheeks, you knew it was them teasing him about you again.

“You’ve got a better work ethic than me,” Chris wrapped you into a hug, the Burberry London cologne you bought for him filling your nostrils. “I woke up and you’d already left,” he said and pulled away. “Thank you for the note though, without it- I definitely feared that you had been kidnapped.” He teased and you giggled.

“We’re going to go grab a coffee,” Anthony told Chris. “You going to come get one too or are you just going to share with Y/N? You know, like the two of you share everything.” You and Chris rolled eyes simultaneously while suppressing the urge to laugh; you were guilty of it, there was no denying that.

“Couple goals,” Sebastian teased in a girly voice.

“Shut up,” you laughed and shoved Sebastian back, drawing laughter from him. “Chris is going to get his own coffee 'cause I’m going to need every drop of this after last night. Oh God,” you suffered immediate regret when you saw the smirk on Sebastian’s lips.

“Oooohhh,” Sebastian began and you pressed your lips together. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to work today?” You turned to Chris, who was trying his utmost best to hold back his laugh, and shook your head. “I think we’re going to have to tell Kevin to separate these bunnies. Ain’t that right, Chocolachino?”

“Oh, definitely,” Anthony agreed. “We can’t have their love life messing the movie up.”

“You guys are the fucking worst,” you bit but the smile on your face contradicted the insult; Chris wrapped an arm around you, kissing your hair. “Just go get your coffees,” you instructed then laughed when Anthony and Sebastian saluted you. “Everyone else is already on the bus, so hurry up!” You called and they waved without turning around. “You not going to get one?” You asked Chris, who had started steering you towards the exit with him.

“You’re all the pick me up I need,” he winked with a click of his tongue.

You sipped at your coffee as the two of you walked toward the bus. Chris pulled you closer to him as you shuddered from a sudden breeze that blew in your direction. You looked up at him and smiled, reminding yourself how lucky you were to have someone as wonderful as him in your life.

“Ladies first.” He took his arm off you and yanked the door open, he beckoned you inside and you chuckled softly. “What?” He chuckled, and as a response you looked down at your butt which looked fine in your yoga pants. “Oh,” he scoffed and laughed at the same time. “I can’t be a gentleman?”

“You can.” You smiled and climbed the first step, carefully to showcase your butt; he shook his head with a light chuckle yet his eyes were pretty much glued to your perky cheeks. “But you’re not.”

“Morning sunshine,” Scarlett was the first to greet you when you entered the bus; she was sat at her usual spot, somewhere in the middle on the left hand side. “Ready for another long bus ride?” She asked, holding up a coffee cup from Starbucks and a book.

“You know it.” You held up your own coffee cup from Starbucks and your iPhone which was jam packed with your favorite albums and podcasts. “I’m going to plug in and shut down,” you told her and she nodded in acknowledgement.

“You look like you could do with some extra hours of sleep.” RDJ commented and you nodded in agreement, yawning as you did. “And I see the reason why entering right now,” he continued in a more teasing tone when Chris appeared behind you.

“What’s that?” Chris asked innocently.

“Downey was just-” Chris H began to explain.

“Don’t start,” you pointed at him and he pressed his lips together.

“I bet the beds are wrecked,” RDJ teased and you sighed. “I didn’t start, I was finishing.” He defended himself. “Sorry kiddo, you know we can’t control ourselves around the two of you. As the only couple on set, you’re bound to be teased.”

“Don’t make me dump him.” You were joking but you said it in an overtly serious tone which sent Chris into a bit of a panic; he poked his head over your shoulder, his eyes wide as his blurted out in a frantic tone.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Nothing, baby.” You giggled and pecked his clean shaven cheek; he smiled and hugged you from behind you. “I was just ruffling their feathers so they’d stop bothering us,” you whispered in his ear.

“You two are adorable,” Cobie cooed.

“Thanks Cobie,” you smiled. “I think so too.”

“Oh, so she gets to comment without getting growled at?” Jeremy scoffed.

“That’s 'cause she’s a girl,” Sam chuckled. “And 'cause she doesn’t relentlessly torment them about their relationship. Ain’t that right, Y/N?” He asked and you nodded, smiling. “See, I can say they’re cute and she won’t growl at me. You two are cute together.”

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“That’s unfair,” Mark huffed.

“Boo hoo,” you bit then pouted mockingly.

“Alright alright,” Chris chuckled and pulled away from you. “How about we just relax, today’s only the third day of filming. We’re going to be seeing each other for the next six months, let’s ration out the teasing. Shall we?” He suggested and everyone chuckled, but calmed down.

“Ever the Captain.” You teased him and he shook his head, chuckling.

You sat down on your usual seat and Chris took his, right next to you. Both of you started to settle in, putting your bags under the seat in front of you. You pulled the cup holder down and slotted your coffee into the hole, then got comfortable; you took off your shoes and curled your legs into yourself. Chris pulled out the blanket he had stuffed under his seat and flicked it, covering the both of you. You slipped your hand into your jacket pocket and got out your iPhone and earpieces, plugging it in and putting your favorite playlist on shuffle. You put one side in and passed him the other, keeping your inside ear free so you two could talk without pulling it out.

You leaned on his shoulder and sighed contently, listening to the words of Ed Sheeran’s 'Kiss Me’; all the while, letting memories and moments with Chris play in your mind. Okay, dating a fellow co-star meant a little bit of teasing on set but you’d rather that than go six months without your beautiful, wonderful boyfriend. You couldn’t imagine how the others were dealing without their significant other and kids; basically all of them were married with children, except you and Chris; it might happen one day, for now- the two of you were contented with just each other.

“You going to sleep?” You heard Chris ask and you shook your head. “You should.” Under the blanket, he slid his hand into yours. “You had a pretty late night yesterday, you should probably rest up otherwise you might pass out doing a stunt or something.”

“I’m not that fragile,” you chuckled softly.

“Let’s not risk it,” he kissed your hair. “Sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled and let your eyes fall close. “Mm…” You hummed, letting Ed Sheeran’s soothing voice and Chris’ soft humming put you to sleep. “I love you, Chris,” you heard yourself whisper.

“I love you too, Y/N,” was the last thing you heard before sleep overwhelmed your senses.

Playbook (Reddie)

Based this off a HC about Reddie’s first kiss that I did when I was doing blogrates! Hope you enjoy. Let me know if you liked it! <3

Word count: 1,989

Richie sighed heavily as he stared down at the sheet of paper that was covered in messy handwriting. His eyes scanned over the words before he brought his hands together with the paper in between them. He crumpled the sheet and tossed it over his shoulder toward the bin, missing by a few inches. 

“This has to be perfect” he mumbled to himself under his breath as his pale hand reached to the side of his desk for another blank paper. He set it on the wooden desk in front of him. He tapped his pencil against the wood in a steady beat, his lips pressed together and curved to the side. He leaned forward, causing a low creak to sound from the seat underneath him. He began to write again.

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Falling for you

Word count: 9583
Genre: College au; Angst/Smut
Warnings: Rough sex, slight domination, very slight choking, dirty talk, orgasm denial.
Summary: He was so arrogant and confident and beautiful… you thought for sure you were never going to fall for him.


To say you were nervous was an understatement, this was your first day of university, and because you lived far away you had no other choice but to stay at the dorms. Living at your new school wasn’t ideal, but it was convenient. You chose to stay in co-ed dorms, they were much more fun and you never liked the whole same sex concept, plus it was cheaper, so if you end up having to share a dorm with a guy, you just hope he isn’t some gross dickhead.

You walked through the hallways, bags in hand as you tried to find your room as quickly as possible and escape the ruckus that all the new students were making. Everyone was so excited, already getting along with their new dorm partners, others were already sneaking in beer, playing with footies in the hallways, shouting, screaming, squealing etc and you couldn’t wait to just find your room, set your bags down and enjoy some peace and quiet with your hopefully nice dorm mate, buuuuttt, you spoke to soon.

You dorm was no less quieter then the hallways, you found yourself annoyed very quickly, you know you shouldn’t have been so annoyed, it was the first day and everyone was having fun blah blah, but you were. As you walked up to your room you heard shouting and yelling on the inside from a bunch of guys and outside the door was a bunch of girls, squealing and whispering excitedly at each other. You managed to sticky nose into a little bit of their conversation and realised they were just fangirling about one of the guys inside, you found yourself rolling your eyes at them.

“Excuse me” you say rather impolitely, pushing your way through them and into your, shockingly enough, decently sized dorm room. You find yourself already in the need of earplugs as you enter the loud dorm, the group of guys noticing you as soon as you walked in, their eyes fixated on you.

“Can I help you?” you ask, getting impatient.

“Oh I can think of a whole lot of things you can help me with” one of them replies and you immediately scoff at him.

“Thanks, but I’d rather poke my eye out” you settle all your stuff down as you hear the guy getting mocked for his not so subtle rejection. You keep your backpack hanging loosely over your shoulder as you prepare to leave the room.

“Hey where are you going so fast? No introduction?” Another one of the guys lifts himself of the bed, striding towards you and your eyes immediately locked on him, taken aback suddenly as his stunning features. He easily notices as you ogled at his chiselled features, a smirk forming on his lips as your dazzled expression.

“I’m Jackson, your roommate” oh thank fuck, you say in your head. He reached his hand out for yours and you gazed at the veins in his gorgeous and muscly arms. You took his hand in yours, shaking it and looking in his big brown eyes.

“y/n” you say, releasing his hand. You gave him a small smile and grabbed your phone, walking towards the door.

You walked back out of the room staring back at him for a short moment as you walked out, and his eyes were still on you, watching you as you left.

You figured that if you just go for a walk and familiarise yourself with the campus for a while, his annoying friends might be gone when you come back. You looked at your schedule, mumbling to yourself as you found the rooms your classes were designated in. You concentrated on the campus map they had given you, deeply confused by it and as you rounded the corner you didn’t even notice the person that you immediately crashed into you, the both of you crashing to the floor along with your belongings.

“Ow!” the girl shouts, rubbing her arm from the impact on the floor.

“Shit I’m so sorry!” You scrambled to your feet, grabbing yours and her belongings off the floor and helping her back up.

“I’m sooooo sorry, that was my fault I wasn’t paying attention” you say again, but surprisingly, the girl was extremely sweet.

“Hey thats ok! I wasn’t looking either. My name is Ellie” Ellie brought you in for a hug and your eyes opened wide at the sudden embrace and kind energy of her.

“My name is y/n” you chuckled at her.

“I see you’re looking for the art design class, I’m in that class too, I can take you there” she peered down at your schedule smiling at you. You figured you would need a few friends so you gladly took her offer. Creating small talk to fill the time on the way to the room.

“So where is your dorm” you looked down at your hand, you wrote it on your hand earlier because you lost you sheet with the room number.

“Uh, im in 4B, in the co-ed building”

“Hey thats awesome! In in that building too, I’m in 4U” you were very quick to become friends with each other, spending the rest of the day, but time when fast and it was already dark out when you were walking back to the dorms together.

“So who is you dorm partner” Ellie asked you.

“A guy named Jackson”

“Jackson!? As in Jackson Wang, absolutely stunning with a faced chiselled from the gods!?”

“Yeah, I think that would be the one, how do you know him?”

“I went to high school with him, I must warn you, he is quite the player and very self confident, it comes off as arrogance, but damn he is hot as hell”

“Anything else I should know?”

“Very popular, everyone knows him, they either love him, hate him, pawn over him or are jealous of him. Just don’t be surprised if he brings countless girls back to the dorm”

“Looks like I’m gonna have a lot to deal with then”

“Lets see if you can resist his charms” You stared at her with this remark, eyebrow lifting at the comment.

“I definitely won’t be”

“Don’t be so sure, that’s what they all say”

“You want be saying that when you end up wrong” you laugh at her, going your separate ways to your dorms. You walk into your room in the late of night, glad to hear quiet as you opened the door, seeing Jackson sitting up on his phone.

“Good to see your fan club is gone” you say to him, getting ready to bed.

“Jealous?” A sly smirk adorned his face and you immediately scoffed at his over-confidence, walking away from him into your bathroom.

“Nice to meet you too!!!” he shouted sarcastically from outside the bathroom. Putting his phone away and going to sleep in the late hours of the night. You soon followed suit, heading straight to bed not long after.

You couldn’t help but notice the sexual tension that built between you and Jackson, whether it was on purpose or not, you still hates him and his arrogant attitude, but you weren’t blind, he is still hot as fuck. He would easily notice your stares at him, whether it was him coming out of the bathroom in just a towel, water dripping from his hair and his body glistening beautifully… or other times when it was hot in the room and he would wear a tank top showing off his figure and he would smirk at you every time you stared at him. But he stared at you too sometimes, you pretended not to notice, unwilling to be another girl trapped in his little games. You noticed how he couldn’t help but stare sometimes when you wore you loose top and shorts to bed. You notice when he stared as water dripped down from you hair and staining your stop, making your bra visible when you came out of the shower.

On another note, you two did get along sometimes, even if it was for only brief moments, but you liked those moments. The moments where you two would actually chat, where he wasn’t being some sort of sex god player trying to en-rope you in his games, basically when he wasn’t being his normal arrogant self.

The next few weeks consisted of you getting more and more annoyed at your roommate, with you barely being able to ever do your homework from his selfishness. You would be drawing or concentrating on your folio for your art class which took up most of you time and you would have to do it in the library till late at night while Jackson had a naive girl in the shared room, giving her the night of her life then ridding her the next day.

But one day you had just had enough of him and his sex craved attitude. You came back from the library, it was early in the morning, about 2am and you walked in you apartment, seeing Jackson getting it on with a girl and you’ve decided that you had enough of it.

“Seriously!?!? OUT! GET OUT” you startled the girl, and she shot up off the bed in only her bra and panties. As she attempted to gather up her clothes you yelled at her again.

“No! Leave, NOW!”

“Im half naked!” the girl yelled back at you, her tone full of nervousness.

“I don’t care no one is out there go!” You opened the door for her, slamming it shut as she ran out trying to cover herself as best as she can. You threw your things on the bad in your fit of rage, sick of Jackson’s antics.

“Calm down princess” Jackson leaned up on the bed, propping himself on his elbows and you started at him enraged as he ruffled his hands through his hair, as chill as ever.

“Fucking shut UP Jackson! Stop being a goddamn man whore and making me come back to you having SEX all the time! I’m so sick of having to come back to this!”

“Well you could always join in on the party, I wont stop you” He winked at you and you knew if you rolled your eyes anymore they would pop out of your head.

“Are you kidding? You think I would ever have sex with you, you’re havin a laugh!” you laughed in his face and he rose off the bed, walking slyly towards you. You found yourself walking backwards as he came closer.

“I think your words may come back to bite you princess” Fuck you hated when he called you that, he gave you the pet name like the second day of rooming together after you told him off for being messy, and not only did you love it, it fucking turned you on which you hated.

“I think your ego is going to come back to bite you” You didn’t realise how close to the door you actually were until you finally hit into it. You looked up at him, you couldn’t help but be intimidated as his eyes pierced through your own, you were so entranced in his lustful eyes and his beautifully toned torso on display that you didn’t even notice when he ran his hands up your body, resting on your his as he pushed you into the wall. Your eyes diverted to his hands, staring down at their grip on your waist before bringing your face back up to his and you were nervous, your heart pumped rapidly and you were sure he could hear it.

“We’ll see” You were so lost in him that it took a moment for you to register his hand gripping you tightly, very slowly moving up, his face inches from yours and you could feel his breath on you, you shook your head as you refocused yourself.

“Get over yourself” you grab at his hands, pushing them off you and ripping yourself from his intense gaze, retreating out of the door, prepared to sleep in your friends room tonight.

After your…heated encounter with Jackson a while ago you found that he has improved his habits, the occasion of girls being in your room occurring less and less, until it eventually seemed to stop. The sexual tension between you two increased a little bit but otherwise, much less Jackson encounters. You two still bantered like absolute crazy though, mostly about his always being so damn smug, and you hated when he gave you that fucking smirk he does, it drives you insane because its so hot but its so cocky and arrogant and you hate how it makes you love him yet hate him at the same time.

“Y/n Hey!!” You heard Ellie yell at you from across the courtyard, running towards you. You were both headed off to the library to work on an assignment you had luckily been put on together.

“Got all your stuff Ellie?”

“Ready to go!” she said excitedly, you were both dying to get started on this assignment, it involved a canvas painting, but you had to do one half on the canvas each, both sides contrasting each other, yet connecting, you had to do research on it though, what you did and why, how it contrasts and what not. You both walked to the library, brainstorming some ideas on what the painting should be, what kind of paint and brushed to use, all these other things until you got distracted by a bunch of squealing girls. When you looked across to the opposite path you could see Jackson hanging out with his mates, you rolled your eyes at the girls but noticed Jackson was not so subtly looking directly at you, smirking as he watched you walk past and you eyes locked on his for moments, once again lost as his head tilted very slightly, shooting you a signature smirk. You could barely take your eyes off him and you didn’t know why.

“Y/nnnnn, helloooo!! Back to earth please!”

“Sorry, what??” you looked back at your friend.

“That was quite a stare he gave you, he has never looked at someone like that before… Is there something going on between you two?”

“No!” you said rather abruptly, your friend taken aback by your defence, who shot her hands up in defeat.

“Wow, I’m just saying, he doesn’t give that look to just anyone, you must have something on him”

“By something do you mean hatred? Sarcasm? Blind rage and disgust?”

“Well, I’d say more like, need for one another? Banter to hide ones sexual feelings?? Denial of lust?? You were in another world staring back at him my little girlie. But! Whatever you sayyy” she taunted you, not believing that he wasn’t having some effect on you and you couldn’t blame her, because he was, you just didn’t want to admit it.

“I hate him” you say, not sure if you said it to assure her or to just reassure yourself. ________________________________________________________________________________“Fucccckkkk, its almost 3am, we should probably go to bed…” you look at your watch, Ellie nodding at you as she yawned and both of you packing up the research and other billion papers you have sprawled all over the desk. You gathered your things and headed off to your dorms.

“See you in the morning Ellie” you hugged you friend goodbye and went off to your own room.

You unlocked the door quietly, careful not to awake a hopefully sleeping Jackson, but disappointed to see his was fully away as you walked into the dorm. You gasped at him and he looked up at you.

“Problem, princess?”

“Are those…books?? Is that homework!??”

“Yes, y/n, see, after I finish relieving myself of my, as you so kindly put it, man-whoring, I like to finish my work afterwards.”

“I’m just so shocked, proud of you really”

“Thank you for the sarcastic moral support” He looked at the time on his phone, gathering his things and putting them on the table beside him, deciding it was enough for the night. You leaned against the bathroom door and he rose off the bed. You watched as he strode towards you, trying to get to the bathroom.


“That’s note the polite way to ask someone”

“You want polite? Rather hypocritical”  You looked at your watch and sighed rather heavily, but he was having none of it. In one swift moment he grabbed your thighs, lifting you over his shoulders. You gasped at the impact and squealed even louder when he slapped your ass and squeezed hard on your thighs.

“OW Jackson! For fuck sake! Put me down asshole!”

“Ok” He plopped you on the floor with a loud thud and you looked at him and glared.

“You asked me to put you down princess”

“God you’re so annoying” You lifted yourself up and jumped into your bed, your aura seething of annoyance as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up the next morning you were surprised to find Jackson had left before you. You got out of your bed, your eyes tired and you were still half asleep when you walked into the shower, relishing in the warm water hitting your skin. You washed your hair thoroughly and took your time in the water, enjoying the fact that for just 1 day, you had time off on your classes. The joy was soon to end though. You turned off the water, reaching out of the shower to grab a towel and when you started dabbing your face with it you realised it wasn’t towel material, when you opened you eyes you found yourself patting your face dry with Jackson’s boxers.

“EW!” you screamed aloud, dropping them to the floor and searching in the bathroom for a towel, only to find more pairs of boxers in their place and a nice note on the mirror that read.

Enjoy your shower princess…
x Jackson

“Fucking asshole!” you screamed in frustration, you couldn’t even dry your hair cos he went and took the hair dryer too. You put you clothes back on, feeling your body and your hair soak through them. You t-shirt outlining your bra and wet spots all over it.

In a fit of rage you found yourself storming down to Ellie’s dorm, complaining non stop to her about Jackson and she could barely fathom the words from you talking so fast.

“Slow DOWN y/n!” she grabbed at your shoulders, relaxing you and you groaned.

“He is soooooo fucking annoying sometimes Ellie, the minute you think he is getting better he does something stupid again!”

“Come on this is pretty funny” she laughed at you and your messy state, you hair soaking wet along with your shirt as she mocked you.

“Ellieeeee!” you groaned trying to hide back a laugh.

“I know you’re hiding a smile, even you have to admit this is pretty funny” you sighed in defeat, it kinda was funny, but you were still angry.

“He is lucky he is hot” you said as you released your laugh finally.

“There she is!”

“Come hug me” you said to her, running up to her with opened arms as she dodged you like no other.

“Fuck no get away from me” you chased her around her dorm, shaking your hair at her until you were both out of breath and collapsed on the bed.

“You’re soaking my bed get off” she laughed, pushing you off as you rolled onto the floor.

“Y/n, why can’t you just admit you secretly like him, its inevitable sweetie”

“Never!” you slapped her on the arm as you climbed back on the bed.

“I can see it, you’re in denial”

“Godddd, enough!” you hit her with the pillow

“Im gonna get back to my dorm, got some stuff to work on”

“Alrighty, have fun!”

You walked back to your dorm, opening the door to see Jackson back already. He turned around and started laughing at you, seeing your hair still mostly soaked and your top damp as fuck.

“Aren’t you looking good princess” He gave you his signature smile and although you started laughing with him, to your expense, your grabbed one of the closest things near you and threw it at him, he caught it immediately but you attacked him with more things, clothes, pillows, anything that wouldn’t cause too much damage and he started shrieking at you.

“I GIVE UP!” he yelled, hands shot up in defeat. You both crouched in laughter holding your stomachs and these were the moments you really loved with Jackson.

“I wish you weren’t an arrogant dick all the time cos this is quite nice”

“Wheres the fun in that princess?” he looked at you winking and you smiled, rolling you eyes.

One thing you didn’t notice though was that he was slowly falling for you, slowly changing and as he stared you up and down, watching your chest rise and fall and admiring your bra through your wet t-shirt, you were completely oblivious to the mess that you were both to each other.

“Anyway,” He lifted himself up off the floor, grabbing your hand and pulling you up as well, “There’s going to be a party in the co-ed dorms tonight, Ill see you there.”

“Maybe” you said.

“Not maybe, definitely” He gave you a pat on the head and you shrugged his hand away as he exited the dorm, you fell onto your bed and groaned, already exhausted from however long the day has been going for, and already exhausted from the rest. You knew about the party, you weren’t really planning on going but it would be a nice break for you and Ellie considering all the work you’ve done this term.

“Damn girl!” Ellie looked at your outfit for the party, it was simple but still hot as you adorned black skinny ripped jeans and a tight blue velvet top that showed your figure quite nicely.

“You too!” Ellie wore a tight, short yellow dress for the evening and you both looked hot as you entered the party on the floor below you.

The music pumped through your chest, the party stretching out across the whole floor, drinks already spilled and rubbish and cups everywhere. So many people were already drunk, seeing as you arrived a bit late it wasn’t shocking, but damn some people get wasted fast.

If there was one thing about the co-ed dorms you had a love hate relationship with, it was the parties, there were much more fun then just girl parties would ever be, but some people acted like such fucking morons you thought they were the products of inbred human monkeys, some people were normal. You found comfort in between the two, drinking just enough to have a fun time but not enough to get you doing something stupid like prancing around naked in the streets.

As soon as you walked in you grabbed a beer and downed it rather quickly, before already having a second…a third…fourth. You walked around quite tipsy, making a fool of yourself dancing horribly to the music. You wobbled to the beer crate, as you bent down to grab your fifth a hand grabbed your own bringing you back up.

“Haven’t you had enough princess” Jackson stared into your eyes, and by the look of his own eyes you could tell he was just as drunk as you.

“Ew, you”

“Thats no way to greet someone” he laughed at you.

“It’s ok, its just you”

“Im hurt y/n, really”

“Aw noooooo, i’m sooooo sorry Jackson, please forgive me”

“Im gonna accept your apology, just for the effort you put into your half assed sarcasm”

Being the mature person you are, you stuck your tongue at him, turning around to leave and squealed as you felt a slap on your ass as you walked away, you looked back at Jackson and glared at him as he winked at you.

“Dickhead, you’re lucky you’re so fucking sexy” Drunk you has confidence, to say the least, sober you would have never admitted that to his egotistical brain, but its been said and you can’t take it back.

You wobbled on back to Ellie, trying your best to stay in your right mind as all the guys eyes you as you went past. When you arrived at your friend you immediately leaned on her shoulder for support.

“Saw you and Jackson, ooooohh, I see sparks”

“Nooooo, not this again please”

“So you’re telling me out of all the guys staring at you right now, including Mr.Wang himself, you wouldn’t go for it?”

“See that nerd over there sipping his beer like he is at some formal cocktail party?”


“I’d rather go for him”

“Honey denial isn’t good for anyone, and that look Jackson is giving you right now is lethal”

You turned you head slightly, she wasn’t wrong, you could see him staring deeply at you, and you pondered over what he was thinking. Your mind got lost as you started mentally undressing him and you took another chug of drink to clear yourself of all thoughts.

“I need to pee” You walked back up to your floor, entering you dorm room, you had a thing about toilets and you would prefer to go to your own.

“Fuuucck” relieving your bladder felt extra good when you were drunk. You finished your business and walked out the bathroom and as you went to exit the dorm you felt an arm on yours, pushing you back inside. You looked up to realise it was Jackson.

“Oh its you again” you greeted him as you smiled up at him, his eyes piercing down at you as his arms still gripped tight on yours, pushing you further enough into the dorm to close the door behind him.

“Hey there princess”

“Can I help you. Mr.Wang?” you batted your eyelashes at him, faking innocence as you spoke, you intoxicated self allowing your confidence to shine more than usual.

“Yes actually, you can stop looking so god damn fucking hot, it’s making it hard for me to contain myself”

“Sweetie that isn’t my fault, just don’t look!” you wriggled your arms out of his, booping his super cute nose as he rolled his eyes at you.

“It’s kind of hard when you make me go so damn crazy”

“Hows that Jackson” you eyes longed for his, staring deeply as he thought up an answer.

“Everything about you is just so fucking sexy and amazing, and beautiful”

“Stop you’re gonna make me blush”

“You’ve made me change y/n, I really fucking like you”

“Stop talking nonsense” you laugh at him, attempting to shuffle past but he sets his demeanor in front of you, not letting you go anywhere and you found yourself finding it incredibly hot, trying not to mentally undress him again, you were finding it hard to control your feelings as you felt more and more drawn to him each second, unsure of whether it was the alcohol making you feel this way or just the prolonged denial and sexual tension you have both shared.

“It’s not nonsense princess, and seeing all these guys staring at you tonight, fuck I couldn’t stand it much longer. I want you so fucking bad and I don’t want anyone else to have you” Him saying that turned you on like a bat out of hell, you wanted him to say it again.

“What do you want Jackson”

“I want to fuck you so bad, I want to have you to myself, to make you mine. I want to touch you until you’re crying out in pleasure, I want to make you scream my name over and over again” He walked backwards with you as he spoke and you felt his words send a shiver down your spine and right to you core, and you knew you wanted him too, there was no use denying it in his moment, so you don’t know what it was, whether it was the alcohol, or whether it was him towering over you with his lustful eyes as he pushed your back into the bathroom door, but he was just as surprised as you were with the next few words spilling from your mouth.

“Fuck then do it” He looked at you, surprised and then a shit eating grin was plastered on his face and just turned you on more.

“Fuck me Jackson, fuck me hard, make me scream out your name so loud the floor below us can hear me over the music, fuck me so hard until my body starts shaking and I can’t walk tomorrow”

In a rush he clashed his lips with yours, your hands immediately gripping around him shoulders, grabbing into his soft hair and tugging hard as your tongues battled with each other. The taste of alcohol was so strongly evident in this long overdue kiss. His tongue grazed along your bottom lip tugging each time he pulled away to take a breath, both of you already a panting messed as you rushed months and months of sexual tension into one night. You were needy and impatient, you longed for his lips on yours and you hated when he removed them. You tugged on his bottom lip as you crashed your lips back onto his, your hand fumbling over your bodies, Jackson gripped your thighs, your ass, you waist, whatever he could get his hands on. Your hands tugged on his hair harshly as you moaned into the kiss, your tongue licked his own and grazed against the roof of his mouth and you know he liked it when he let out a deep sigh in content. He pushed you back into the door roughly, the impact making you gasp and you loved the dominance he was showing. One hand grabbed on your waist while the other grabbed your jaw, pushing your face to the side as he ravished at your neck, biting down hard and you hissed as the pleasurable pain surged through your body. His hand gripped your jaw tight as he marked you all over your neck.

“You’re mine now princess” he whispers in your ear and his hot shaky breath sent shivers down your spine that made you close your eyes and moan, your reaction at such a simple gesture boosting his ego. He kissed and nibbled and bit at your neck, finding your sweet spot and you cried aloud at the feeling, he bit down on the skin, sucking harshly as he left another hickey on your skin, with no sympathy for how much effort you’re going to have to go through to cover it up. He let go of your jaw and your head dropped slightly. He lowered down your body, trailing wet kisses down to your collarbone as he kissed it. As his mouth continued to attack you, your hand slowly slid down his body, you tugged at the waistband of his tight jeans, you grabbed softly at his crotch and he groaned against your neck, you slowly palmed him over the jeans, his breathing shaky as you slid your hand into his pants and into his boxers, feeling his length in your hand and as best as you could, you pumped him softly. You moaned slightly feeling his dick, the wideness and the length making you anticipate what was to come.

“Fuck y/n” He removed his lips from your skin, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he rested both hands on the side of your head, letting you continue to pleasure him. The look on his face was pure ecstasy, his eyebrows furrowed, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, sweat trickling down his forehead and his chest rising up and down and you could almost orgasm at the sight of him, cursing at yourself for not letting this happen sooner. You hand pumped his length softly, you teased him with small and tiny movements and you could hear the frustration whenever he slipped out a beautiful sounding moan.

“You better stop teasing me or ill make you regret it princess” his jaw tensed and you could see he wasn’t playing around, but it only spurred you further.

“Maybe I want to regret it baby” you teased him further, attempting to see how far you could push him, giving him light feathery touches and he sighed under you touch, you smirked at him, sliding your hand further down his length and rubbing over his tip. He hissed at the feeling and his hands tensed against the wall, he couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed both your hands, pinning them above your head.

“You’re in for it now”

“I’m all yours” you smirked at him and he groaned at your words. He let your hands drop free, his hands locked around your waist, gripping at the rim of you top and pulling it above your head, discarding the velvet material on the floor. He lowered down you body, trailing your curves with his hands and placing kisses along you torso until he was on his knees. He pulled your shoes off you feet and then tugged at your jeans, he undid the zipper slowly, looking up at you as he slid the jeans off your legs. He kissed your thighs, making his way back up to your face. He leaned his hips against yours and you could feel his erection against your throbbing wet core.

“How did you know black was my favourite?” He admired the lingerie you so luckily chose to wear, the black lace bra and panties making his lick his lips in hunger as he looked at you.

“Lucky guess” his hand slid around your back, undoing the clip of your bra in a swift movement and gliding the straps down your arms, the feeling tingling your body.

“Whats this princess?” His eyes caught immediate attention to your nipple ring, his pupils dilating in lust. His hand tweaked your nipple and you moaned as he played with the ring.

“You like it?” you ask smiling at him, knowing damn well the answer.

“Love it, it’s fucking sexy” He tugged at his bottom lips and kissing his way down to your breasts, you screamed his name when his mouth latched onto your nipple, biting down on the sensitive nub and your hands gripped at his hair. His other hand messaged your breast while his mouth continued his fun with the other. His teeth tugged on the nipple ring and you groaned at the feeling, the pain of it making you more aroused while you dug deeper into his hair.

“Fuck! jackson- oH!” He flicked the ring up and down with his tongue, playing with it in his mouth and the feelings was heavenly. He would torture you with his moments, his teeth gripping on the ring and pulling, onto to release his teeth seconds after and he would repeat the action. He kissed all around your breast, leaving a circle of hickeys around your sensitive nipple and you hissed as he bit and sucked harshly on the sensitive skin. His other hand messaged your breast roughly, taking the time to pinch the nipple in between his two fingers and you cursed under your breath as he did so. He swapped around his movements, switching breasts as his fingers now played with the nipple ring and his mouth enclosed on your other nipple, making sure to give it the same treatment. His fingers tugged on the nipple ring, twisting it slightly making you moan, he pulled and tugged on the silver piece of jewellery as his teeth tugged down on your other nipple. You had become a panting mess, you nubs were peaked and sensitive and he pleasured both breasts equally as rough and you loved it, never wanting it to end, but wanting to feel him inside you already.

“Fuck- please baby”

“Tsk tsk, im taking my time with you tonight princess” He removed his lips from your perked breasts, which were red and wet and full of bruised. His hands grabbed at your ass cheeks, squeezing tightly before grabbing your hips and lifting you up, you gasped at the sudden gesture and your legs gripped around his waist as he moved you to the desk, in a messy haste you tugged at the bottom of he shirt, lifting it over his head and discarding it. With one hand holding you he used the other to push everything off the desk, sitting you down on it. You legs gripped tighter around him, pulling him closer as you admired his body, your fingers tracing his abdomen and he loved a you so carefully studied everything about his body, he stared deeply at you as you memorised every line, the way every muscle tenses, the way his chest heaved up and down and the way his biceps tensed as his arms leaned on the desk.

“So fucking gorgeous you are” you say to him and he smirks at you. You grab his face, reconnecting his lips on yours while his hands trailed down your body to the hem of you lace panties, his fingers traced the hem teasing you. You moved your lips to his neck, biting down onto the skin and sucking harshly as he hissed, his hands gripping your thighs, digging in which was sure to leave bruises.

“It’s only fair right?” you say to him, leaving more marks on his body. Biting down on his neck and hearing him growl at the feeling.

He lays his hands on your chest, pushing your back down onto the desk and you leaned up on your elbows. You watched him smirk at you as he traced the thin material off your panties. Slowly sliding them down your legs and you sighed as they tingled on the way down. He leaned down over you, his hot breath on your core making you desperate and needy and he chuckled at you as you tugged on his hair, urging him on.

“Eager princess? That’s too bad… I’m taking my time with you tonight” He licked along your thighs, kissing his way up to where you needed him most and you breathed heavy waiting for him, you hands in his hair as you leaned your back onto the desk. Jackson admired the view above him, he could see your perked breasts rising heavily up and down and the facial expression that read frustration and lust and it was so sexy. He kissed lightly at your folds and you moaned his name, finally getting a little friction out of him. His hands gripped at your thighs and he kissed your lobes, barely touching you as you ached for him. You screamed in delight, your back arching as his mouth finally latched onto your clit, sucking harshly and the sudden move sent waves through your body.

“Fuck Jackson!” you moaned in pleasure, hands digging into his hair as he sucked harshly on your clit, his tongue doing wonders to make you a panting mess in front of him. His tongue flicked your clit, flicking up and down and curse words spilled from your plump red lips. His tongue lapped at your clit, moving up and down your folds and licking clean strip upwards, your hips reacting instantly, Jackson quick to hold you down.

“So wet for me princess” He licked around your entrance, poking his tongue in and out of you before bringing it back to your clit and repeating the process. He tugged at you clit with his teeth and you cried out from the satisfaction. He nibbled lightly on your clit, sucking as he did so and you could hear the lewd sounds from his actions. You eyes tightened as he pleasured you. You grip on his hair making him groan, sending vibrations through your core that made you moan. He picked up his speed flat tonguing you up and down and sweat fell from your forehead, your eyes rolling and you hair sticking to your face. He ravished at you and you screamed his name over and over. He poked his tongue into your entrance, pushing himself in as he licked around you in a slow circle, your mouth open wide and your voice lost as you reacted to the new feeling. His tongue licked inside you, tasting you all over before pulling back out and licking up your whole vagina until your clit, spreading your juices all over your folds.

His fingers traced up your thigh as he nibbled and sucked your hungrily. He brought his fingers up to your core, rubbing up and down your folds as he left kitten licks on your clit. You groaned as he slipped a finger into you, pumping in and out and around slowly, matching the movements of his tongue. He pumped slowly, teasing you with the unbearable pace and you needed him to go faster.

“Please Jackson- Fuck!” your swore as he added another finger into you. Quickening his pace, pumping in and out of you and curling his fingers making your scream in pleasure. The room filling up with the sounds of sex as he fastened the pace of his fingers to a brutally fast pace and you could feel the knot in your stomach as he fingered and licked you. The pleasure from both actions becoming too much and you couldn’t take it much longer. He pulled his tongue away from you, removing his fingers for only seconds to rub you roughly and spread your juices all over you. He pinched you clit between two fingers and your back arched off the table as he rubbed at your clit ruthlessly before inserting his fingers back into you. He thrusted them in and out of you, reaching as deep as he could as he brought his tongue back down do you. He felt around inside you, twisted his fingers around you curling them and you mewled as he reached your sweet spot, which he now paid all his attention too. The know in your stomach was getting tighter and he hit your sweet spot over and over again, his name falling from your lips in repeat and your breath was catching in your throat. He brought his face back up, leaning over you as he continued his ministrations. You gripped the edged of the table and he watched you as he thrusted his fingers roughly. He watched as your face tilted, your features scrunched up and distorted in pleasure, he watched as you chest heaved up and down rapidly, almost allowing him to hear your heartbeat and he watched as your knuckles whitened from your grip on the table, and he was reveling in the fact that it was all because of him.

“Fuck Jackson im gonna come” your words came out in a choke and you bucked against him as his fingers continued their magic, but as soon as you were about to let your orgasm soar through you he stopped all his movements, pulling his fingers out of you and you cried in frustration and anger, your orgasm slipping away and giving you an uncomfortable feeling from being ripped from you.

“What the fuck Jackson!” you yell, panting heavily as you tried to regain yourself, and with any strength left you leaned yourself up to sit on the edge of the desk, anger evident on your face. He leaned over you on the table, a smug expression evident as he brought his face closer to yours, tilting his head and whispering in your ear.

“Told you that you were going to regret it princess” You huffed in defeat, angry with him but undeniably turned on from his dominance.

“Asshole” you didn’t think he was serious, but he was right, you regretted it, and didn’t at the same time. His hands came round to the small of your back, dragging you off the table before grabbing you and lifting you up, dropping you onto his bed and climbing on top of you. You grabbed his shoulders, flipping him over and straddling him.

“How about we get rid of these now?” you say, sick of seeing his jeans. Your hands grabbed eagerly at the zipper. Pulling it down and locking your eyes with Jackson’s as you pulled them down his legs, throwing them onto the floor.

“Come here baby” you crawled back up his legs, sitting your legs between his thigh and you couldn’t help but moan when your core slid along his thigh, the friction on your core already sensitive and you cursed under your breath. You don’t know where you found this confidence from but you did it again.

“Oh fuck” you whispered, your voice shaky.

“Fuck that’s sexy princess, keep doing it” he encouraged you, loving watching you get off on his thigh. You were hesitant to keep going, but when you looked into his eyes and only saw hunger and lust you knew he wanted this too. You leaned your hands on his chest, your fingers digging in and you glided you core forwards and backwards on his muscly thighs, the thighs that you have adorned since you first met him, his gorgeous thick thighs that you would always find yourself staring at, and now you were riding them.

“god—fuck” you rid his thighs back and forth, your fingers digging into his chest and he hissed as your nails dug into him. You head rolled back as you quickened your pace, the friction coming back to your core.

“Thats it baby” He grabbed your love handles, guiding your hips and matching your rhythm. You grind harder on his thighs, putting more pressure on your throbbing core, soft whimpers and moans falling from your lips. He tensed his thigh muscles and you mewled from delight from the feeling, he kept doing it as you rid his thighs into oblivion. He tightened his grip on your hips, rocking your hips back and forth faster encouraging you to up your pace and so you. He pushed your hips down, lifting his thigh up at the same time and adding an immense amount of pressure to your clit and you cried out in delight, you quickened your pace, your body sweating from riding him so hard but you weren’t tiring out. He continued to flex his muscles and push his thigh up into your core and you could feel your overdue orgasm forming in your stomach and you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Fuck Jackson I–”

“I know princess” He pushed your hips back and forth at full speed, taking away half the effort and you dragged you nails across his chest, your orgasm finally exploding through you and you came onto his beautiful thighs. The feeling of your orgasm being taken away from you before highlighting this one and Jackson’s name spilled from your mouth along with curse words repeatedly as you rode out your orgasm, continuing to ride his thighs as his muscles tensed for you. Your head rolled back as you saw stars, sweat dripping down your forehead, your chest rising up and down rapidly and your voice lost as you began to calm down from your high, your clit starting to become sensitive as Jackson was still riding you on his thigh and you hissed from the sensitivity.

“Jackson– ah!” You grabbed his arms and suddenly he was flipping you over, you fell onto your back, tired and limp but all you wanted now was to feel him inside of you.

“You ready for me y/n?” he looked deeply into your eyes and you wanted to look away from his intense gaze, but you nodded at him.

“You bet I am…” you say to him. He slid his underwear off his legs and his erection sprang free and you started in excitement, his member extremely impressive, his tip red and bulging from your previous teasing on him. You licked you lips in hunger, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him towards you.

“Liking what you see?” he smirked at you, you bit down on your lower lip, smiling back up at him.

“Please Jackson just fuck me” he moaned at your words, hearing you beg was so fucking sexy. He brought his length closer to your entrance, rubbing his dick up and down your core and you moaned, still a little sensitive but it felt amazing, he spread your wetness all over you and all over his length before aligning his length with your entrance, slowly pushing in and you moaned loudly, you hands gripping onto his biceps hard. You felt him stretch you out inch by inch and you writhed beneath him, fingers digging into his biceps as he filled you up to the brim.

“Fuck you’re so tight, ugh!” he moaned above you and he was finally all the way in, stopping for the smallest moment to let you adjust to his size, but him not moving inside you was unbearable and you just needed him to move. He read your mind as he started slowly pulling back out of you, all the way to his tip and then all the way back in, he continued to do this at a slow pace and it was starting to become too much.

“Please Jackson” you moaned your legs gripping him tighter.

“Patience princess” he says to you, continuing his slow pace just to torture you. He leaned down, his lips coming to yours, kissing you passionately as he finally started to speed up. You moaned as he filled up your walls perfectly. He thrusted in and out of you as his tongue roamed you lips. You both pulled away from the kiss to take a breather. Your breaths both shaky and you hearts both pounding in your chest. His hands both rested on either side of your head as he starts slamming back hard into you, your back arched off the bed at his powerful thrusts, he was still not going fast enough, but he slammed so hard and deep into you every single time ad you felt like pure ecstasy. You hands grabbed around his back for support, your legs pulling him closer as he pounded into you ruthlessly, balls deep with every thrust and you could barely moan from the pure satisfaction of him filling you up the way he was.  

“Fuck i’ve been waiting so long to do this” he said in between thrusts, but you could barely concentrate on his words, you could only concentrate on the pleasure he was giving you, you could only concentrate on finding some relief by digging you nails in his back and seeing his face scrunch up from the pain it sent through him. You could only concentrate on the fact that he was finally going full speed inside of you and your back arched into him, you breasts arching into his chest. As he thrust into you full speed and full power your back slid up and down the bed with each thrust and you screamed aloud, moans falling from your lips each second. He grabbed the headboard with one hand, supporting himself as he plunged into you mercilessly. Sweat trickled down his forehead and his beautiful soft locks stuck to his face. His whole body glistened with beads of sweat and although you could barely opened you eyes, you managed to take in the sight of him for seconds at a time, watching his chest rise up and down and his eyebrows furrow as he concentrated on pleasuring you and himself. Watching the muscles all over his body tense as he pounded into you, the veins in his neck popping out as he rolled his head back each time he groaned, the beautiful sounds falling from his lips almost breaking you and making you come undone then and there. He relished in you body, his free hand running over all of you, your breasts, your curves and everywhere he could touch before he found your hand, holding it in his own. He pressed your hands into the blanket as he rammed into you continuously, your breasts bouncing up and down from the intensity.

He let go of you hand, grabbing your thigh and lifting it over your shoulder, you cried out in pleasure as he hit your g-spot from the new angle.

“FUCK! Right there Jackson!” you screamed, he hit your g-spot over and over and you could feel the knot once again forming in your stomach as he pounded you, the feeling of him hitting you spot each time overwhelming you and bringing you to the edge.

“Fuck Jackson i’m going to cum-oH!” He brought his thumb down to you clit, rubbing in rough circles to match the pace of his thrusts and you thrived beneath him, nails dragging along his back roughly as you took in the overwhelming feeling if his thumb and his length all at once. You mouth opened wide and you couldn’t let our a voice from all the sensations. He pounded into you mercilessly and you walls clenched around him making him groan above you, with a few more of his powerful thrusts you came undone once again. His mouth spilled from your lips as your juices came around him and you walls clenched hard around his length. He continued to thrust into you and he continued to rub you clit with him thumb as you arched yourself off the bed, making sure to ride out your high for as long as possible. You breath hitched in your throat and you lost your voice from cursing and screaming his name so much. You chest rose up and down as you breathed heavy, you slowly started to come down from your high but Jackson’s efforts didn’t waver as he chased his own high. He removed his hand from your clit, resting it beside your head, his other hand still gripping the headboard, his knuckled turning white from gripping so hard.

With whatever effort you had left you grabbed at his face, dragging it down to yours as you left kisses on his lips down to his neck, you clenched around his dick continuously trying to bring his closer to his brink and you could feel his length throbbing inside you ready for release.

“Let go baby” you whispered into his ear, kissing him as best you could wile he thrusted into you, your teeth tugged on his earlobe, you brought your lips down to his neck and sucked harshly on the skin as your hand traced his biceps.

You clenched around him tight one last time and with a few last thrusts he shouted your name as he shot his seed inside of you, his arm fell off the headboard and both rest on the sides of your head, he leaned down on his elbows, his head resting in the crook of you neck and he thrusted himself into you, riding out his high. His muscles tensed and his face scrunched up in pleasure as his orgasm tore through his body. His heartbeat rapid and he panted heavily as he thrusts started to become sloppy. Your leg fell off his shoulder and his muscles started to relax, his thrusts coming to a stop and he laid on top of you, his weight on you and your fingers running through his soft hair as he regained his breath.

You both laid there for moments regaining yourselves, allowing yourselves to relax. Eventually he pulled out of you, lifting himself off of you and walking to the bathroom, giving you a nice glance at his ass as he walked away. You rested on the bed, pondering over what just happened and you couldn’t believe it as you smiled to yourself. You heard him come back into the room, a towel in hand as he wiped both of your spilled juices off of you, discarding the towel and climbing back onto the bed with you. You cuddled up against him, your bodies intertwined as you fell asleep, both of you tired and your bodies exhausted.

“Ugh god” your voice was groggy and you yawned as the morning greeted you, you were still in Jackson’s bed and you held the cover over you, but Jackson was not beside you. You sat there for a moment, waking yourself up, trying to keep your eyes open. What caught your attention next was Jackson re-entering the dorm room, topless with pants on.

“Good morning princess, I brought you coffee!” You groaned as you stretched, taking the coffee from his hand as he walked up to you. You held the blanket against your naked body, grinning at Jacksons lovable energy and smile as you sipped the coffee, you couldn’t believe how much you’ve fallen from him.

“Good morning” you say, your voice sleepy and he smiled at your cuteness.

Jackson’s passed you your underwear and one of his shirts and you slid on the garments, admiring the smell of him on the shirt, and him admiring how it looked on you. You got yourself out of the bed, trying to stand up and immediately falling back down onto the mattress from your sore body, which made both of you laugh.

“Fuck you took me seriously didn’t you” you laughed at him.

“Well you did say to fuck you until you can’t walk” He teased you, rubbing his arm and laughing out loud as you hit him, hiding your face in your hands. He grabbed your hands in his, keeping them in his as he lowered them, bringing his face back to yours, kissing you softly on the lips.

“I did mean what I said y/n, I really like you, you’re mine now”

“I’m all yours, remember?” you quoted yourself from last night, you both giggled softly at each other, needing nothing more then each others lips as you continued kissing. Ellie was right, you did, undeniably fall for his charms, but he also fell for you, and you were loving it, you didn’t regret one thing as he embraced you in his arms and you didn’t need to be anywhere else but there, together.

Masterlist <3

Other Jackson: Fashionably Late (Fluff/Smut)

anonymous asked:

You should make a dating would include for the other boys omggg (Edwin first if possible😉). They're so cute and make my heart so happy I can't 💕

damn so i guess y’all really are trying to kill me

also you’re so pure omg i agree they do make my heart happy 

DATING ZION | NICK WOULD INCLUDE (request for the other boys!)


  • So. many. couple. fit. pics. Sooo many. 
  • Making it your mission to make Edwin smile during outfit of the day shoots ‘cause he’s always so serious
  • Him doodling you whenever you’re not paying attention to anything, just lost in your own little world
  • Him leaving the doodles all over your room, books, even your luggage sometimes and you put them on your wall (your entire wall above your desk is a collage dedicated to Edwin’s art works of you)
  • Getting a lot of poems written about you posted on his insta and the fans always making cute edits of pictures of you guys together put next to poems Edwin writes for you
  • “Eggwin!”
  • “Yes, my dear omelette?”
  • “Oh god, no.”
  • “No to the omelette? How about scrambled eggs?”
  • “Yeeaah….it’s still a no.”
  • “Hmm, I don’t know. I think I’m on to something, omelette.”
  • Him trusting your opinion 10001%
  • This resulting in texts at 1 am, spammed by outfit pics taken from different angles, with different filters and the caption: ‘which one do you like baby??
  • your reply: babe what the fuck its 1 am go to bed
  • But you don’t mind when it’s a bunch of short covers of amazing songs he’s currently obsessed with and he’s asking you which part is the best for instagram
  • ‘This one’ ‘wait no’ ‘definitely this one’ ‘wait’ ‘ugh’ ‘cant you just make this endless torture stop and post the whole thing on youtube :(’
  • Going to concerts and festivals together
  • Fans spotting you at said concerts and asking for pictures with you before him because they think you’re absolute “goals”
  • They probably even motivate you to make your own youtube where you do outfit of the week videos because they think your style is to die for 
  • Edwin and the other boys instantly being your #1 supporters and always filming/editing/taking pictures for you
  • Edwin being your ‘director’, Brandon your ‘music supervisor’, Austin your ‘editor’, Nick and Zion your ‘hype men’ and designated ‘holders of (y/n)’s things’
  • Gym dates aka him making you try all the weird machines and you making him try yoga/zumba classes
  • Him kicking your ass in zumba and going harder than all the middle aged ladies in the class
  • You’re always there in all of his random little livestreams and the fans just get used to it so they ask you questions too
  • “Hey babe! @prettymuchwoohoo wants to know what your favorite song is right now.”
  • “Baaabe, someone’s asking what that lipstick shade you wore at the VMA’s is called”
  • Him taking you to New York and being super proud ‘cause he’s a tour guide and you’re such a tourist
  • “And here we have….babe? Are you paying attention? Are you on snapchat right now? Ohmygod, if you don’t get off your phone right now i’m not gonna’ get you any pizza.”
  • But of course all it’ll take is a little frown and Edwin will break, kissing your frown away
  • Meeting his family in New York and getting to see all the monumental places Ed grew up in
  • “This is where Ed had his first kiss, but he thinks we don’t know about it so we never really say anything.” his cousins would say, shrugging innocently.
  • “Wait, what?!” Edwin’s eyes would widen. 
  • Him always inviting you to the PM house for dinner dates and he’d have to bribe all the boys with different things to get them out of the house for at least a few hours
  • You always asking for kisses because HIS LIPS
  • Him complaining about how ‘clingy’ you are but secretly loving it when you ask for kisses, especially when you’re lying half-awake in his bed, hands outstretched towards him with a sleepy pout on your lips as you ask, “kiss?” 

originalotaku  asked:

90% of the world's population has herpes.

It is a comforting thought, but that’s the combination of HSV1 and HSV2 worldwide. In the US, according to the CDC, 56% of people have HSV1, about 1 in 6 have HSV2 (it’s more common in women than men, about 1 in 4 for women and 1 in 8 for men). So that’s 16.6% of people ages 14+ with HSV2. 

There really isn’t much of a difference between the strains other than HSV2 evolved an extra genome that allows it to infect people infected with HSV1. Most people with just HSV2 are protected from HSV1 unless their immune systems are severely compromised. 

So, given that there is some overlap of people having both, that means that there is about 60-70% of people in the US with either type of herpes, whether they know it or not.

Unfortunately, most people don’t know this. Historically, HSV wasn’t listed in medical text books. It wasn’t until there was a marketing campaign to advertise Acyclovir, a compound only found to inhibit the replication of herpes simplex viruses, was created, that a campaign of doom was also created. This is around the time the Time Magazine issue titled, “The New Scarlet Letter: Herpes, an incurable virus, threatens to undo the sexual revolution” came out. 

This was soon overshadowed by AIDs panic, but regardless, the stigma stays well-ingrained.

Rumor has it that support groups were even created by  Burroughs Wellcome Co., the pharmaceutical company that invented Acyclovir, in an effort to further stigmatize and separate individuals, while raking in billions a year in revenue. 

Anyway, you probably already know all of this, but I’ve filled my brain with just about everything to do with HSV since I was diagnosed this June, and I wanted to share this with some who follow me, because I know that I had absolutely no clue.

All I learned about HSV were images of swollen sore covered mouths and genitals in middle school sex ed, which I didn’t give a quarter of a thought about.  I was a dumb gum-smacking kid, probably day-dreaming about how cute kittens are or wondering why my best friend was being a cunt.

Here are some IMPORTANT things that I learned about HSV that everyone should know:

1. People can transmit the virus even if they’re not having a noticeable outbreak, which is why so many people have it.


I have never seen anything of concern on Barren’s genitals.


I have never had a noticeable outbreak.

2. 16.6% of adults have HSV2, that’s just the kind that “prefers” the genitals, but either strain can swap locations. There are plenty of people with HSV1 genitally, because their first exposure to HSV1, the commonly called “cold sore” variant, was through oral sex. Ella Dawson is a herpes activist that has HSV1 genitally (Watch her TedTalk sometime, it’s great, and she’s adorable), and I have met more than a few within support groups both online and in person with HSV1 genitally. 

But, to put HSV2 into context alone, 16.6% of people have HSV2. According to the 2015 US Census, 14.3% of the TOTAL American population is African-American. 

Basically, if everyone walked around with a little SIM’s tag above their heads with their HSV type/types, there wouldn’t be a stigma. Or, at least, not nearly as big of a one as there currently is. 

However, for reasons listed above, most people infected with either strain are not aware that they are.

3. Although billions of people have either virus, only 2% of them suffer horribly. In the past, before IGG testing was a thing, these were the people who “had herpes,” the ones whose immune systems were unable, for whatever reason, to control it. Now 2% seems like a low number, but when you factor in BILLIONS of individuals have HSV, that’s millions of individuals who suffer recurrences.

Whether an individual has noticeable symptoms or not, due to the social stigma and fear of transmitting to loved ones, people contemplate suicide and even take their lives over this diagnosis (Jim Carrey’s ex-girlfriend being one of them, if you don’t want Jim Carrey ruined for you, do not Google more about this). 

So it’s important to support research into better treatment options and even cures.

People are using CRISPR tools to try to access the latent genome and clear the virus for good from people’s bodies, but that is currently only in animal studies, and is an estimated decade down the line- IF it works out. So what’s the next best bet?

There are a few companies in phase II trials for herpes therapeutic vaccines, this means individuals would only need a few shots instead of a life-time of medication. Genocea’s Gen 003 is the one closest to market in the US, and will likely be made commercially available by 2020. The most promising one, Bill Halford’s Theravax, made by the company Rational Vaccines, has sent some participants into full remission of symptoms. He will be entering Phase II soon, but he is side-stepping the FDA and going overseas to conduct his trials. He has developed a preventative vaccine as well. For more information on Bill Halford’s work go to or

Another possible therapeutic,  Pritelivir, was haulted by the FDA due to it showing liver toxicity in monkeys at 100x the dose. This was heart breaking to many sufferers, because in earlier trials it was shown to be way more effective than Valtrex, and could also be used in combination with Valtrex due to it having a different mechanism of action. The company is striving to lift the ban for further studies.

So, there are things in motion, and those things should be supported. It’s a needless infection that we should do away with globally, because I believe unfortunately, no matter how many times people say “90% of the world’s population has herpes,” the stigma will not go away until the virus itself does. It’s sad, but it’s appearing to be true.

4. Condoms do not protect fully against HSV. It is a skin-to-skin contact virus, and condoms do not cover all of the skin involved during sexual intercourse. Think of Ross from Friends when he realized condoms do not fully protect against pregnancy. It’s a little like that. That said, there are other STDs, and condoms do cover SOME surface area, so you’re better with one than without.

5. Finally, my last point which goes without saying, there are people evil enough in this world to lie about their STD status. Let me repeat. THERE ARE PEOPLE EVIL ENOUGH IN THIS WORLD TO LIE ABOUT THEIR STD STATUS. If you’re afraid of catching either strain, make sure to include a type-specific HSV blood test in your testing with new partners. You may have to fight for it, as most doctors don’t like to administer these tests due to how common the infection is in contrast with how drastic the social stigma is. Don’t feel like you’re invincible. Don’t feel like it can’t happen to you .Like I pointed out in my last post, some will acquire it through their partners cheating as well. I’ve met more than a few that acquired it this way, so even doing blood work pre-relationship is no guarantee.

Thank you for the prompt for this novel.

Imagine giving Chris his birthday presents.

A/N: Part 4 😊 How cute is he in that gif though. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3)

You and Dodger woke before Chris did on his birthday. Both of you snuck out of the bed and headed downstairs so you could start on breakfast as well as get his presents in order. You didn’t lie when you said you got him things he’d like and use, like baseball caps, plaid shirts, and socks. You did, but you also got him more than just things. You’d made him something a lot like the notebook; a montage filled with videos and photos of the two of you from the moment you met until now. The entire soundtrack for the montage consisted of Ed Sheeran- ‘Thinking Out Loud’, 'Photograph’, 'Kiss Me’, and 'Perfect’- because his songs always cleverly depicted your relationship with Chris. You smiled every time you listened to Ed Sheeran now, because you still couldn’t believe he was going to be singing at your wedding. Yeah, nothing you’d done or could’ve done for Chris on any of his birthdays was ever going to top what he did for you on your twentieth.

“Something smells good,” you heard Chris’ voice and footsteps as he entered the kitchen. He scratched Dodger’s head as he passed him, walking over to you to hug you from behind as you finished serving up a feast; bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns, sausages- the works. “Morning, beautiful.” He kissed your lips when you turned in his arms, humming, “mm mm. Happy birthday to me,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Happy birthday, indeed,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Do you want gifts first, or after breakfast?” You asked and he smirked, which gave you the answer you wanted. “Gifts first it is,” you giggled, removing your arms from his neck and taking his hand so you could pull him over to the couch. “Close your eyes,” you instructed as you dragged him along, beckoning Dodger along too. “Okay, now sit.”

“Are you talking to me, or Dodger?”

“Both.” You giggled and pushed him back by the shoulders, watching slight panic wash over his face as he fell back; relief replaced it when he landed on the couch. You sat down on the coffee table in front of him, right next to the gifts. “Okay…” You’d lined up the gifts up, starting from: a gift you’d bought for Dodger to give to Chris, a gag gift from yourself, to the practical items, to the montage- which was set and ready to go on your iPad. “You can open now.” You said and Chris did as he was told, raising an eyebrow at the bone themed wrapping paper. “Dodger picked it out,” you stifled your laughter when Chris snickered.

“Thanks, bud,” Chris looked over at Dodger and nodded at his oblivious pal. “It’s a fantastic wrapping paper,” he continued praising Dodger, trying not to smile when he heard you giggling. “You made a great choice,” he said with heavy emphasis on the word 'great’. “I wonder what it is,” he started tearing into the wrapping, laughing when he revealed a tube of tennis balls. He shook his head at you with a great big grin on his face, making you laugh. “I see he decided to get something practical too, something we can share.”

“You know Dodger, he’s a very 'sharing-is-caring’ kinda dog.” Chris chuckled and put the tube to the side, holding out his hand for his next gift. “Okay, this one’s from me.” You bit back your smile as you passed him your gag gift. “I think you’re going to love it, it’s definitely going to be something you use everyday.”

“Awesome,” he smiled as he opened the gift, revealing what appeared to be his NASA cap. “Uh…” He turned it to face you and quirked his right brow, “I already have one of these.” You tried not to laugh as you nodded; you’d actually just wrapped his old NASA cap to see if he’d notice. “Well, it is one of my favorite caps so…I guess- thank you?” He chuckled when he took a closer look, “you could’ve found a newer one to buy, this one looks like it’s been worn out.”

“That’s 'cause it’s second hand,” you told him, covering your mouth with your hand to hide your smile. “It actually belongs to a very talented Bostonian actor, I’d consider it a collectible.” It was that moment when Chris realized what you’d done; he burst into laughter- full body laughter, leaning back against the couch and pressing one hand against his stomach as the other covered his mouth. “It was very hard to come by, so I hope you appreciate it.” You laughed along with him, patting his knee with your hand.

“That’s fucking gold,” he choked on his laughter, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. “Tell you what, the next time- try and see if you can score me Chris Evans’ favorite sunglasses. I think I could really use it to go with this hat,” he winked and you giggled. “Your brother said you loved rewrapping things around the house to give as gifts when you were a kid, I can imagine how much fun christmases and birthdays were around your house.”

“Oh, they were plenty fun,” you nodded, laughing. “I was so good at giving gifts, everyone always really enjoyed their gifts from me. It’s like they just knew they were going to need it.” Chris buried his face in his hands as he continued to laugh uncontrollably. “I know,” you smiled as he dropped his hands, “I’m adorable.”

“Yes you are,” he grabbed your wrist and gently tugged at you, gesturing you off the table and onto his lap. You did as he orchestrated, taking the actual gifts in your hands to give to him as you sat in his lap; gifts you’d actually bought. “You really don’t need to buy me things, Y/N.” He told you as he unwrapped. “I don’t need things when I’ve got you, you’re everything.”

“Yeah, I know.” You kissed his cheek and he smiled as he pulled out the blue and green plaid shirts you’d bought him. “But you could use some new stuff in your wardrobe,” you said and he hummed in agreement. He unveiled a pair of black Mickey Mouse socks, chuckling, then grinned at the personalized Patriots cap you’d bought him; on the back it had 'Evans’ embroidered in white. “I know I’m not Ilaria, but I’d like to think I’ve got enough style to buy you some clothes.”

“You’re kidding, right?” He put the items aside and tightened his arms around your waist. “You have incredible style. Even Ilaria said so, she said she might just quit when we get married because my wife should be taking over her job of dressing Chris Evans.”

“You’re a sweetheart.” You pressed another kiss to his cheek before you reached forward to grab your iPad. “Here you go,” you passed him the iPad with the montage pulled up and ready to play. “This is your last gift for today. Well-” you whispered into his ear, making him laugh softly through his nose, “excluding the bedroom stuff.”

“Nice to know that Victoria Secret bag you hid in the back of the closet is actually for me,” he winked and you scrunched your nose at him. “Okay, what’s this?” He quizzed, then answered his own question when he saw the title of the montage: 'Our Almost Three Years’. “Are you serious, Y/N? You know Dad said my teeth can’t handle anymore of your sweetness,” he joked and you chuckled, leaning your head against his. “Should I grab a tissue box?”

“I’d say no, but we both know you’re a bit of a cryer.” You teased and he chuckled, nodding. “Don’t worry about tissues, what’s a fiancée for if you can’t use her shoulder to cry on.” He smiled and kissed your cheek before pressing the play button. “I love you, Chris,” you whispered as Ed Sheeran’s voice starting singing 'Thinking Out Loud’ and the first photograph you ever took together slid onto the screen. You and Chris smiled in reminiscent; it was at the airport just as you were both leaving Starbucks for the boarding gate. “Even more so today than the first day we met.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” His arm tightened around you, holding you close to him as you both continued to take a stroll down memory lane. It was nice to relive all your best moments together, to see all the old photos you’d taken throughout your time together as well as rewatch all the old videos you’d filmed of each other. You could really see when the two of you fell in-love, when the friendly smiles turned into longing gazes. Chris was incredibly thankful to see a collation of all those moments, he could’ve watched that video forever. “Me too,” he repeated, sighing with absolute satisfaction.

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Part 5A

Shape of You (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Shape of You (Based on Ed Sheeran’s new song)

Warnings: mentions of smut

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go

Newt walked into the loud dark building. He wasn’t one to indulge in alcohol, but he had just sold a million copies of his new book and wanted to celebrate.

Me and my friends at the table doing shots

He raised the glass, cheered with Jacob, Queenie and Tina and downed the liquid, feeling the burning sensation in his throat. His vision went blurry, before refocusing. A couple rounds of shots later, he had lost almost all judgement and the line between right and wrong went blurry.

Come over and start up a conversation with just me

Y/N made her way through the roaring crowd and took a seat.

“Straight up Firewhiskey please.” She told the bartender.

Picking up the shot glasses, Y/N poured the drink down her mouth, a sense of recklessness taking over. She turned around to her left, spotting a very handsome man.

And trust me I’ll give it a chance now

Newt looked around, and his eyes fell on the girl beside him. Whether it was the alcohol or not, one thing was for sure: he found her stunning. She wasn’t covered in piles of makeup or fake anything, but she was beautiful in a very simple minimalistic way. A way that was addicting. He found himself staring at her for minutes.

“Um, can I help you?” Y/N finally realized the boy had been looking at her for the past 10 minutes.

“I just thought you were beautiful.” Newt said.

She smiled, making Newt’s stomach flip.

“Thank you. I’m Y/N.”


Take my hand, stop put van the man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance 

Y/N took Newt’s hand as he led her towards the middle of the dance floor. They moved to the beat of the music, losing interest in the rest of the world. They had eyes for only each other, the people and atmosphere around them forgotten. Newt became addicted to her, his eyes not being able to leave her even if he wanted to, which he certainly didn’t.

Girl, you know I want your love

His eyes travelled from her face, to her chest, to her hips, to her legs. Lust filled his brain, his hands starting to move up and down her sides as they continued to dance.

Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me

Y/N grabbed Newt’s collar and pulled him towards her, sealing their lips together in a heated kiss. Newt wasn’t one to have many one night stands and hook up just for fun, but with Y/N he just couldn’t resist, he’d get to know her later.

Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

He took her hand and steered her out of the bar. Walking down the streets, they arrived at the hotel Newt was staying at. Y/N placed her hands on his face and kissed him once again. Not being able to lose contact with her, Newt backed up all the way to the door of his room. Only then, he pulled away, unlocking the door as fast as he can before his lips found their way back too hers.

Clothes fell in a heap on the ground, Newt’s eyes darting up and down her bare body. Once again, he got intoxicated and couldn’t look away.

I’m in love with the shape of you

And now his hands wanted to get into the same intoxication his eyes were in, touching everywhere he could. His lips followed, getting lost in the sensation.

We push and pull like a magnet do

Y/N pulled him closer to her, breaking the gap between their two bodies. They got closer, always wanting more.

Although my heart is falling too

Newt felt his heart flutter as he pressed his lips against Y/N’s neck. His heart gave another jolt when he felt her hands travel through his hair. This wasn’t a one-night stand to him. It was going to be more.


Morning came, just like the night rolled by. Newt wrapped himself tighter in the sheets, taking a deep breath in.

And last night you were in my room
And now my bed sheets smell like you

The scent filling his nostrils, he exhaled, his muscled relaxing. Turning around, he spotted an empty spot in the bed. There lying where Y/N should have been, was a note.

Sorry I had to leave, got work early in the morning. Y/N

And under the magical word Y/N was a series of numbers, Y/N’s phone number.


One week in we let the story begin
We’re going out on our first date

Y/N grinned as she saw Newt in her driveway. Locking the front door of her apartment, she skipped down the steps to join her date.

So go all you can eat fill up your bag and I fill up a plate
We talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour

Y/N opened her mouth to start talking about something else, as Newt continued to watch her, in awe. He was genuinely interested in what she had to say and she had his full attention.

They talked and talked for hours, they talked for so long that they only stopped when the restaurant owner came to tell them the building was closing.

Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat

Taking a seat beside Newt in the newly invented automobile, Y/N couldn’t resist holding his hand and before she knew it, Newt’s lips were once again on hers. Their mouths danced together, setting their lips on fire.

“Um, guys we’re there.” The driver awkwardly interrupted.

Y/N pulled away from Newt, seeing her house outside the car window. They both got out and Newt walked her up to the front door.

“Well, I had a great time.” Y/N beamed up at him.

Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on

Newt took a deep breath in and voiced the question that’s been nagging at him ever since he met her.

“Hey um Y/N, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

A/N: WOW that was very different from what i usually write. PLEASE lemme know what u thought of this new spicier post! btw guys still i dont do smut