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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 2 years

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hi ! sorry to bother you , but do you mind doing a trick smut ? ( the owen teague character from black mirror ) it could be anything but yk just some sweet stuff , him being a dork and teasing the reader . and if you want just a little bit of drugs involved

Aw, no bother at all, lovely. Yes, of course! I've never gotten an Owen Teague request before so this got me excited lol

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), breaking and entering, drug use (coke, specially), oral (f!receiving), fluff, and I'm probably supposed to say don't do drugs so...Don't Do Drugs™ Just Say No™

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You bit the dead skin off your fingers as you watched Trick climb over the fence of some abandoned water park, claiming that it had been that way for years and no one was guarding it anymore. He kept telling you that it was safe to explore, but you still felt your heart threaten to beat out of your chest as he encouraged you to follow after him.

“Come on, Y/n, no alarms have gone off yet!” He called out beyond the fence with a tired grin.

You looked back and forth between him and the bright yellow no trespassing sign, groaning as you finally made up your mind. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m saying you forced me.” You started climbing the chain link fence as Trick giggled maniacally.

“That is technically what I’m doing, yes.” You playfully punched his shoulder with a huff as you made it over the fence. “Chill out, babydoll, it’ll be fun. Live a little.” He took you by your hand and ran off, leading you deeper into the park.

Despite being in constant anxiety that the cops would suddenly show up and arrest the two of you, Trick actually got you to have some fun.

“Woah, this pool is just filled with rain water.” Trick called out, beckoning you over to where he was. “Should we?”

“Uh, no thanks. It’s freezing and I’d rather not be soaking wet.” Trick only smirked mischievously at you. “No.” You scolded, but his smirk grew wider as he turned to you. “Ryan, no! Ah-!” He moved so fast there was nothing you could do. He grabbed you by the hips and pushed you as hard as he could into the pool, freezing water enveloping you whole. “Dick!” You gasped as soon as you resurfaced, only to get the water splashed back into your face as he jumped in after you.

“Woo! That just wakes you up, doesn’t it!” He laughed.

“Jerk.” You splashed him as you pouted, goosebumps raising all over your skin. Trick swam closer to you, pulling at your waist. “No, nope.” You tried swimming away but he already caught you, pulling you to him and wrapping your legs around his torso.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” He teased, lightly kissing your nose. “Wow, you’re so cold.”

You scowled. “Oh really? I wonder why that is.” Trick smiled as he grabbed your face, pulling you close and passionately kissing you as you both floated in the water. You moaned as he grinded your hips on his, an aching arousal starting to develop and you could feel his smirk as he noticed. “This doesn't mean you’re forgiven for pushing me in here, jerk.”

“I’m sure I could remedy that, dolly. Want me to prove it to you? It’ll warm you up too.” You gasped quietly as one of his long fingers ghosted over your pussy, mentally cursing your clothes that clung to you.

“If it gets me out of this disgustingly cold pool, then yes.”

You and Trick couldn’t leave the park quicker, desperate for each other and desperate to get your soaking clothes off. It was hard enough to climb over the fence in the first place, it was even harder now that you weighed even more with all the water drenching your clothing.

Trick opened the back of the van and quickly ushered you in, pouncing on you as soon as he closed and locked the doors. “Ugh, god, I understand your annoyance now. So much harder to get these damn clothes off.” He chuckled as he tried peeling his shirt off with great difficulty, the collar getting caught on his head.

“And you have no one but yourself to blame.” You threw your own shirt at him, hitting him right in the face.

He pulled the wet shirt off with a faux offended expression. “How dare you!” He gasped dramatically.

“Me? How dare you!” You yelled back, pushing him on his back and straddling him, making sure to grind your hips down on his hardening cock as you kissed him, hearing him groan and feeling the vibrations tickling your mouth.

“Wait!” He pulled away with a smile. “You know what we should do?”

“Oh god, what?” You said in frustration.

“Drugs.” He lifted his eyebrows playfully before he crawled to the front of the van and came back with a little baggie full of white powder.

“Seriously?” You snickered.

“I’m super serious. You wanna try it? You don’t have to though, obviously. But I will see you as a scaredy cat.” He teased, but you knew he was only joking around. You knew he’d never pressure you to do anything.

You bit your lip in thought. “Okay, fine. I’ll try!”

You watched as Trick lined up a few lines of powder neatly on a book he had laying around in the van, his face in full concentration, using his pinky to wipe away any excess and licking it off. “You wanna go first or…?”

“You should probably go first.” You giggled nervously, watching him quickly snort up the powder with a rolled up dollar bill intriguingly. He groaned as he tilted his head back, sniffing a bit more before handing the bill to you.

“First thing, make sure not to breathe out when you’re lined up, or else you’ll blow the powder everywhere. Just go for it really, hold one nostril closed and tilt your head back after so it doesn’t fall out if you didn’t get all of it.”

“What if I sneeze?”

“You won’t sneeze.”

“What if it hurts?”

“It doesn’t.”

“What if-”

“Babydoll!” He interrupted with a laugh. “You’ll be fine, I’m right here.” He reassured, gently rubbing your back as you bent your head down to inhale the drug.

You did as he instructed. You just went for it, inhaling the whole line. He was right, it didn’t hurt, it was just a bit uncomfortable. It tickled as it entered your nose, making you cringe. It smelled sweet, but it tasted bitter as it started to drip at the back of your throat. “Ugh…” You wriggled your nose as your eyes watered, causing Trick to chuckle. “Don’t laugh at me.” You whined. “I don’t feel any different.”

“And you won’t, not immediately,” He kissed you, “but you will. Lay down.”

You exhaled shakily as Trick hovered above you, trailing sloppy kisses down your body, squeezing your bra covered breasts as he made his journey down until he got to your jeans. You both laughed as he struggled to get them off along with your underwear, the water making the material like a second skin. “Fuck…” You moaned out as he buried his face in your cunt, lapping up all your wetness and pushing his tongue into your entrance.

“Best part of my fuckin’ day.” He moaned, licking and sucking your sensitive clit. “I’m sure you’re warming up now, right, babe?” He chuckled, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible, resting your thighs on his shoulders. You moaned loudly, arching your back as he focused on your clit, your body buzzing with oversensitivity, but you couldn’t get enough of it. You could feel your heartbeat thrum in your chest, and you felt so restless. You wanted more, you needed more. You needed him inside you.

“Fuck me, Ryan.” You whined, rutting against his face as he kept going faster. “Please.” He finally stopped as he heard your begs. “I feel so hot all of a sudden.” You panted.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he removed his pants, settling in between your legs, but still waiting for your okay.

“Yes. I just need you.” You brought his face down to kiss you, tongues dancing with each other roughly before you pulled away with his bottom lip in between your teeth.

“Think you’re feeling it now.” He smiled, helping you remove your bra, your hardened nipples practically calling out to be touched. You hummed blissfully as he latched onto one of your nipples with his mouth, trailing up to kiss you once more before finally bringing his cock to your pussy.

You sighed out as Trick rubbed his dick in between your slick folds, the head of his cock bumping against your throbbing clit before he finally sunk into your cunt, stretching you out deliciously. He moaned roughly as he felt your walls clench around him as he went deeper and deeper into you, slowly pulling out slightly before sinking in further.

You took deep breaths to try and relax yourself so you could take him fully, his girth making you struggle. Trick brought his thumb down to lightly rub your clit, eliciting a moan from you as he was finally able to bottom out, filling you to the hilt. He grinded against you until you were ready for him to thrust, the tip of his cock hitting the ends of you, the feeling making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck, you’re so tight, babydoll. You still feel like a goddamn virgin, even after all this time.” Trick chuckled darkly, starting to thrust in and out of you slowly.

Trick’s pupils were blown wide as he looked down at where the two of you were conjoined, smirking at the sight of his cock glimmering with your arousal, leaving thin trails of stringy slick every time he pulled out and coating his pelvis and your inner thighs. “Shit, you’re so wet. Can you hear? Can you hear your pussy singing, baby?” He cooed, thrusting faster and deeper, the slapping of your damp skin against one another's reverberating around the inside of his messy van.

“Fuck, Ryan!” You cried out as his cock kept hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over again. “You feel so good.” You whimpered, lifting your head as you felt something tickle on your chest. “What-?”

Trick had poured a line of coke onto your tit, holding one nostril closed as he snorted up all the white powder from your skin, holding his head back and looking up towards the van ceiling as he moaned loudly, his thrusts slowing as he focused on sniffing all the contents down. He smiled widely at you, leaning down again to lick up all the residue on your breast and pulling a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking until you felt the nipple go numb from the drug. “Feels so weird.” You giggled, pulling at your nipple and feeling barely anything.

“Here.” Trick moved for you to straddle his lap, dipping his car key into the little baggie of powder and offered it up to you. You mirrored his smile as you allowed him to put the key up to your nose, his pointer finger pinching your other nostril shut and watched intently as you sniffed up the drug with a groan.

You cringed at the tickly intrusion, the taste bitter as it dripped down your throat once more. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.” You swallowed harshly, rubbing away the leftover powder that didn’t make it into your nose.

Trick kissed your cheek with an amused smile. “Well, you never have to take it again then.”

“I didn’t say I never wanted to.” You smirked, slowly moving your hips against him, causing him to groan quietly, his pupils almost completely taking over his bright blue iris’. “You’re so pretty, you know?” You kissed him passionately, his slightly cold hands running up your back and causing goosebumps to raise all over your skin. “You fuck me so well.” You whispered in his ear, following that by biting his earlobe gently.

“Oh yeah?” He panted. “Compared to who?” He teased, knowing fully well he’s the only one you’ve ever slept with.

“No one.”

“Exactly, and that’s exactly how it’s gonna stay. Okay, babydoll?” He growled, flipping you over on your back, pinning your wrists above your head as he licked and bit the sensitive skin of your neck, forcing you to stay still as you couldn’t help but squirm. You opened your mouth as Trick brought up his fingers to your face, licking and sucking on them until he pulled them away and started to rub your clit in between your bodies. “I can feel how close you are. Can you come for me, dolly?” He panted, thrusting into you as fast as he could.

You cried out, clinging to him, your grip on his shoulders sure to leave bruises the next morning. “Oh god…” You moaned, your legs shaking as they tried to stay wrapped around his hips. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.” You almost hyperventilated, a strong and intense tidal wave of pleasure knocking the breath out of you, a strangled groan escaping your lips as you finally reached that peak. You were sure the drug had something to do with how strong it was, you could honestly say it was the best orgasm you had ever had. “Fuck…”

Trick throbbed and pulsed inside you, his moans getting louder and louder, signaling that he was close too. “Tell me you love me.” He moaned, his thrusts speeding up if that were even possible.

“I love you, Ryan…so, so much.” You repeated back to him, your eyes spilling over with your overstimulated tears.

“Say you’re never gonna leave me.”

“I’m never gonna leave you. Never ever.” You spasmed, another orgasm taking over your body out of nowhere, your words jumpstarting your nerves and allowing you one more. “Fuck, I love you!” You cried, your walls clenched down on him harshly, causing him to grunt loudly as he stilled inside you and letting out a breathless moan as he finally came, releasing and painting your inner walls with his cum.

Trick sighed heavily as he pulled out and laid beside you, grabbing you and pulling you close so that your head rested on his sweaty chest. “That was amazing…” He chuckled breathlessly. “We should fuck on coke more often.”

“And after being high on the adrenaline of breaking and entering, of course.”

“So you’re saying we can do this again?”

“No, no, no-”

“Too late, I’m already planning it in my head.”

“Are you even sure there’s anything in that pretty little head of yours after fucking me that hard?” You teased, eliciting an oversensitive gasp from him after running your fingers up his cock.

He scoffed with a smile. “You are evil. I could ask you the same thing.” He tried to reach for your pussy but you quickly stopped him, grabbing his hand and pushing it away. “You’re only proving my point.”

“Oh, do shut up.”

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baby boy trick, he deserved better☹

and like, I tried coke last month and it didn't even do anything? either I didn't take enough or it doesn't work on antidepressants. oh well. don't do drugs™

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owenteagueobsessed · 5 years

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Heyo y’all! I finally decided to just create a completely Owen Teague themed blog! I’ll be posting all of my fics based off of Owen and his characters! Please enjoy!

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a-pretty-nerd · 3 years

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Best Boi Soup

A/N: So it's @trickkombowerskru 's birthday today, aka, my Tumblr wife. We met almost four years ago on this app and we've talked everyday ever since. I am very fortunate to have such a sweet and fun-loving friend to nerd out with everyday, I truly can't imagine life without her. Shes so very talented and smart and she always makes me laugh. So for her 22nd birthday I asked her what she'd like me to write for her and she said, "whatever you want" which might be a mistake lol. So I present to you Best Boi Soup.

A headcannon, blurb, list of the best bois we simp for. I hope you enjoy! Love you, bitch!

Trick

Beginning:

You met Trick while working at a convince store in the rundown town you'd spent your whole life in.

He came in almost every shift you worked to buy a drink, a snack, and a pack of cigarettes.

Everyday he came in, and everyday you wrang him up. He was one of the many regulars you had. You saw him walk in, you greeted each other with a friendly smile and you'd turn around to grab his usual before turning back to the register to ring him up.

"Uh, not today. Thanks though." He shook his head and pushed the pack away from him. You raised your brow.

"Really?" You asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah."

"Okay. Are you vaping now?" You started the small talk. Another part of your routine.

"No. Just, trying to quit." He flashed an awkward smile your way as he handed you the cash.

"Wow, good luck with that." You smiled back.

"Thanks."

"Receipt?"

"No. Thanks. See ya."

"Yeah. See ya." And with that he sauntered out of the store and onto the grey street. Either headed home or to work.

"That Trick?" Your manager asked as he shuffled in from the back office.

"Yeah."

"How's he doing?"

"He seems alright. He's quiting smoking."

"Oh really? Good for him." The old slob mumbled between his teeth as he chewed on a toothpick.

As time went on, your exchanges gradually shifted from friendly to borderline flirty. And you notice his purchasing habits begin to change. He starts brining healthier drinks to the counter, fruits and vegetables as snacks, a sandwich if he's hungry. You tease him for it at first, but he brushes you off with a playful smile.

One day your manager watches your playful exchange as he leans against the old counter. A sly smirk spreads across his face.

"That boy likes you, yknow." He says with a mischievous smile.

"Quit bullying me." You reply, still in a playful and joking tone.

"He only comes in here for you." He tells you.

"No he doesn't." You argue, crossing your arms.

"I've never seen him here when you aren't is all I'm sayin'." The old man chuckled as he raised his hands in defense.

"You're pulling my leg, leave me alone." And with that he had planted a terrible, terrible idea into your head.

Of course you had a crush on Trick. You always thought he was cute but as time went on the butterflies went away and you became good acquaintances, friends maybe. Just friends, right?

Oh no. The butterflies. They're back. Shit.

The next time you saw him, they ravaged your body. Making your knees weak and your cheeks burn. Your heart and raced and you started to sweat. Shit. Be cool. Be cool. Just be normal. This is normal.

"Hey, Y/N." He smiled as he placed his purchase on the counter.

"Hey. How's it going?" You asked, hoping he didn't notice your insuing panic.

"Nothing much. Um...well...actually..." was he blushing? "Y'know Todd?" Todd was a mutual friend of yours. You and Todd went to high school together. Todd and Trick worked together. He was another young adult trapped in that dead end town.

"Yeah."

"So he's having a party tomorrow night at his new place and he wanted me to invite you."

"Todd wanted you to invite me?"

"Yeah, I was thinking I could pick you up? Around 5?" You hissed through your teeth.

"Actually I work-"

"She can go!" Your manager shouted, poking his head out from his office. "She can go." You turned back to Trick with a smile.

"So 5?" You asked.

"5."

Middle:

Dating Trick, or Ryan as you now know, was easy. He was easy to be around, fun-loving, and sweet. He was thoughtful and caring in ways you'd never experienced before. He made you feel safe and happy.

He still stopped by your work everyday to brighten up your day and give you a sweet peck on the lips before heading back to work.

Things were good, until a little over a year into your relationship. You met his Dad.

You knew about Trick's abusive father. He's the reason some dates were cut short. The reason Ryan had to spend the night at your apartment so often in fear of going home. He tried to save up enough to move out, in fact you were in the process of saving so you could move in together.

You watched a man you hadn't recognized walk into the store one day. He was clearly a junky, which, wasn't abnormal there were plenty around here. But unlike the others, he made aggre eye contact. He shuffled around the store, browsing.

At first you thought he was just going to steal, which you usually didn't pay any mind to. It wasn't your job. But soon he came up to the counter with beer and candy. You asked to see his ID, which was mandatory.

"Do I look underage to you!?" The man spat.

"No sir, it's just I can't sell it to you without ID. The register won't let me-"

"Goddammit. Fine." He mumbled as he reached into his pocket and gave you the card. You scanned his ID and continued checking him out. "You're Ryan's girl, ain't ya." You froze. Before you could speak, he interrupted you again. "Little shit thought he could hide you from me." He smiled a rotten toothed grin. He made you sick to your stomach.

All the pain, the trauma, the torture he put Ryan through. It all added up to this weak, distorted, junky. A bizarre idea of a person. You watched him take his receipt and leave without another word.

You didn't want to worry Ryan, so you decided not to tell him about his father's visit. But he just kept showing up to harass you. Sometimes he'd ask how Ryan was doing when he'd stay the night with you. Sometimes he'd comment on your body, try and flirt even. Giving a disgusting laugh when you didn't respond.

"He said he saw you today." Ryan said, hanging his head low as he watched you get into his van.

"Who said?" You asked, not thinking of it at first.

"My dad." You paused. "He said he's been...visiting you at work latley." He was visibly shaken.

"Are you okay?"

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"I didn't want to worry you. I'm fine, really. He hasn't done anything..." you tried to brush it off.

"Just because he hasn't, doesn't mean he won't." You watched him, his wild eyes looking out the windshield.

"Well then...what do you wanna do?"

Happily Ever After:

"Let's run away." He whispered softly against your forehead before leaving sweet kisses against the skin. Your bodies resting skin to skin against each other as you laid in your bed.

"What?" You giggled, pulling back to look up at him. He wore a sweet and confident smile for you.

"Let's run away together. Just you and me." He squeezed you tighter against him.

"Where would we go?"

"Anywhere. Just take me away from here." He begged as he left gentle kisses against your temple.

"What about work? What about moving in together?"

"We'll find other jobs. We'll take our money and run. Live in my van until we find a place."

"I thought that van was your dad's."

"We'll steal it."

"And what if the cops come after us?"

"He's too chicken shit to call the cops."

"You really wanna run away together?"

"With every fiber of my being."

Klaus

Beginning:

You met Klaus in rehab.

You were there for ...reasons. And Klaus was there for ...reasons...

Klaus was attractive, free flowing, free thinking, wild and fun. Everything you wanted and more. It's only natural that you were attracted to him so that hook up in rehab was only inevitable.

It was no surprise that it got him transferred thought. So you pouted about never seeing the best sex of your life ever again and went on with your life.

You struggled, as everyone in rehab does but you were lucky in that you made a good recovery. You worked hard to help yourself get out of your sticky situation and move on to bigger and better things.

That was, until you saw him again.

There he was, sitting there at the breakfast bar where you worked.

"Hey stranger." You mused as you filled his cup of coffee. Klaus's big green eyes looked up at you.

"Hhheyyyy..." He smiled up at you with a confused brow. You chuckled at him, taking his order and walking away. He looked up at you such sweet adoring eyes everytime you came by. "Hey." He grabbed your wrist to get your attention. His eyes searching yours for answers. "Do I know you. You seem familiar." You laughed at him.

"Rehab. Four years ago. Y/N, Y/L/N." He let out a high pitched laugh and a cheerful huff.

"That's right! We-uh-um-yknow." His fingers pointed back and forth in a funny suggestion. You giggled with him and nodded.

"Yes, 'we-uh-um-yknowed'. It got you kicked out, remember?You joked.

"Wow! Hah! It's uh. It's good to see you. You look...well you look, g-good."

"Thank you. So do you."

"Well, hah, I try." You shared a few laughs back and forth ending with you giving Klaus your number.

Middle:

Dating Klaus was...strange. Just as strange as him.

Sometimes he'd disappear months on end, only sometimes leaving a "I'll be gone, love you" note or text. But you felt content with Klaus.

When he was around he shrouded you in love and affection. He appreciates your patience with him and his traumas. His PTSD coming and going as it pleases.

He's there for you when things get rough, and you're there for him. Unconditionally and truly.

He's hopelessly in love with you, terrified that his family business will endanger you. Trying to keep you as distant and as safe as possible. Only forced to get you involved in order to protect you. Even then, you better be able to handle yourself in case of emergencies.

Happily Ever After:

Your happily ever after consists of buying a plot of land in the middle of nowhere to live out your lives in peace.

Taking care of yourselves and one another in the comfort of your own private get away.

Jasper:

Beginning:

You met Jasper during a rough time in both your lives. You were a grounder, one of the grounders tasked with spying on The 100.

You were always in the trees, hiding, watching, getting information for the planned attack.

Jasper caught your eye simply for the fact that he survived a spear to the chest. What kind of space magic was that? It also didn't hurt that he was cute and awkward and you kinda just wanted to jump some space boy bones.

Needless to say you developed a bit of a crush on Jasper without him even knowing of your existence. When Lincoln got involved, things got messy. You felt bad for The 100, after all, you saw no real reason why the grounders and the space people couldn't just work something out. But your people were fearful, and so were The 100. Or Skycrew as you called them.

So you helped in little ways you could, joining Lincoln and aiding their side when Mount Weather got involved.

Needless to say when Mount Weather went down, and you met Jasper for the first time, things were not as you had hoped.

Jasper was traumatized, haunted by the deaths of an entire civilization. Tortured by the death of his girlfriend. You felt bad for him. And he wasn't too fond of you.

Being a grounder meant you were his enemy to him. Grounders caused trouble, grounders were responsible in the first place. He associated you with his scar.

And while is rejection hurt at first, he warmed up to you as you worked along side Raven and the rest of his friends. Monty and you grew especially close because he was a good teacher, and he would listen to you about your experiences as a grounder. You had import information about the land that Skycrew did not.

Soon, Jasper got used to you being around. But that didn't mean he liked you.

Middle:

One night in particular, you were fed up being bullied by Jasper. Jasper wasn't the only one who didn't trust you but, he certainly was the loudest.

You walked into the common place, noticing Jasper sitting at a table drinking as per usual. You tried to mind your own business but he taunted you.

"Hey grounder!" He knew your name. He refused to use it. You looked after a few calls. A sloppy smile stretched across his face. "Why don't you show me some of your grounder magic er whatever."

"Grounder magic?" You scoffed. Grounders were, out off all the groups, the most spiritual. And some skycrew had started rumors that you were a witch. You had taught Monty in particular how to grow and harvest herbs that could aid in healing wounds and help the sick. Your symbolic tattoos and dress didn't help your case. You liked to think you were an agent of peace, but clearly your efforts were for not.

"Magic." You scoffed at him.

"Yeah c'mon witch. Read my palm." He held out his hand with a drunken smile. Watching with heavy eyelids as you approached. Taking a seat on the bench beside him, slowly taking his hand in yours, and pressing it harshly against the metal table below. Jasper gave a sharp gasp of pain before you quickly let go and snatched the bottle of liquor from him. "Ow! Hey! Give that back!" He shouted after you.

You cursed him before drinking from the bottle and exiting to walk back to your room. Moonshine for dinner, you thought. You took large gulps from the bottle as you walked back to your room, already feeling dizzy by the time you got back. You entered the broom closet of a room, capping the bottle and tossing it onto your bed. Stripping of your clothes to change. You paused when you heard a loud knock at the door.

Jasper was on the other side, just as drunk as you, just as pissed. He froze when you opened the door, dressed down to just a bra and pants. Were always this hot? He asked himself.

"Piss off, Skycrew." You muttered, trying to shut the door. He wedged himself between the door and aggressively pushed his way through.

"I paid for that bottle with my own rations now hand it over!"

"Consider it payment for your palm reading you bastard!" You shouted back, trying to push him back out but failing to as he wrenched his way in. He lunged for the bottle, making you lunge for him in an immature and ridiculous mess of a scuffle. You pulled on the collar of his shirt, choking him enough to disorient and bring him back. He collapsed to the floor, reaching out and pulling on your ankle to get you down to his level.

Once on all fours, he climbed over you, only to get an elbow to his ribs. You pinned him down, sitting on his chest, legs on either side. Your hands pressing his wrists into the concrete floor below, and your chest pressed flush against his face.

In any other circumstances, Jasper would have shouted for you to get off. To let him go. But now, suddenly, in his half-drunk half-horny state, he relaxed into this position. He stopped fighting and for a moment so did you. Panting and content with your win, you released him. Looking down from your position on his chest. He was beet red.

His heavy eyes looking up at, dilated and needy. That look made you melt. Was he okay? Had you hurt him?

Jasper was more than okay, for once he had forgotten about everything. Nothing else mattered but you and your soft supple body. You went to get up off of him, but his hands came up and pressed you back down on him. Forcing your lips to meet his.

Drunken sex helped keep the two of you sane. Some nights you didn't even need to be drunk, you just needed him as he needed you. You chocked it up to a sex addiction, just another thing to make you both forget the atrocities of war. But, when the chip came around and everything went to shit. You worried for Jasper, as he worried for you.

Happily Ever After:

You watched out for one another, a bond built from pain and trauma grew into a friends with benefits sort of deal. Jasper let himself go, he let himself love again because of you.

Being up in space was weird. Six years and you still weren't used to it. You missed earth more than you could ever imagine but somehow, Jasper made it all okay. Jasper felt like your own tiny part of earth, he made you feel at home.

You'd spend the rest of your years in space with Jasper. Coming to the conclusion that this peaceful life in space was better than the chaos down below. You manned the ship with him. Growing old, having children together, and passing away of old age together. Finally getting the peaceful life you both desired.

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bowersgangobsessed · 5 years

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Cuddle Bunny

Owen Teague x Reader Fluff!! Owen’s arm wraps around my waist, his face nuzzles into my neck. His hair tickles my skin as he scoots closer. “Morning love.” I smile, my fingers stroking through the soft strands of his hair. “Good morning.” A sigh escapes his lips as settles in my side. “Can we just stay here?” My head rests against his. “I wish.” “Then let’s take the day off then.” I nuzzle closer to him, feeling the heat radiating from his body. “That would be nice.” His fingers stroke across my skin, drawing light patterns as he moves. I wrap my arm around his waist, pulling him closer. “Nap time?” He chuckles under his breath. “Nap time.” My eyes flutter shut, fingers stroking across his skin. “Sleep well my cuddle bunny.” His lips press to my cheek, before his breathing steadies.

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owenteaguer · 6 years

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can u do a trick x reader “wait I didn’t mean that please come back”

Trick

- Fighting with Trick is something of second nature

- He has this sort of attitude that always makes him sarcastic and egotistical

- So if he feels like you’re wrong, he’ll let you know

- And that only makes you annoyed, fueling his urge to have “discussions” as he calls it

- He can be a good guy and oftentimes he means well, but he’s such a sarcastic little shit that he really runs his mouth more than he needs

- Plus he’ll believe whatever anyone says, so it’s easy for him to get this sort of “nope, I’m right!” attitude going

- Occasionally he gets into moods where he just won’t let things go

- So when you start to fight, it progressively gets deeper and deeper

- Usually you try to just step away, and tell him that the conversation can be brought back up tomorrow when he has a clearer mind

- And usually things work out and he realizes what was wrong

- But this time, instead of listening when you said to just drop it for the night

- He wouldn’t back down

- And he kept going deeper

- So you simply ignored him, letting him take the hint that you weren’t going to feed into his antics

- “Oh what’s the matter? Did I hurt your feelings again?”

- You shot him a glare, then turned your attention back to your phone

- “Great. So now you’re gonna be a bitch and give me the silent treatment. All because I hurt your damn feelings for the third time this week!”

- You got up and went to your bedroom, locking the door behind you as tears started to cloud your eyes

- It wasn’t like Trick actually meant what he said, he was just being an asshole, but the fact that he said it hurt

- You could hear his loud footsteps coming closer to the door and tried quieting your cries, but he definitely heard you

- “I didn’t mean that, please come back”

- You went to your bed and hugged Trick’s pillow as he began knocking

- Under his breath you could hear a “are you crying?” but it wasn’t mockery, it was filled with sadness and concern

- “Please open the door,” he was much quieter, softer

- “You know how to unlock it, you’ve done this plenty of times before”

- “I’m sorry,” You could hear him sigh in defeat as his back slid against the door. “I don’t have any excuse.”

- “Yeah, I know you’re sorry. You always are.”

- He managed to unlock the door and saw you clutching his pillow and wrapped in your shared blankets

- “I’m sorry I never learn,” he said as he crawled in right behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist

- “You better start learning, or you won’t be allowed in this bed anymore”

- He laughed, “I’m such a dumbfuck. I don’t deserve you. Can I make it up to you?”

- “Yeah, if you buy dinner and keep your hands off of me and my egg rolls”

- He smiled and kissed your neck, “Okay, I’ll try my best, but I’ll order extra just in case. I know how territorial you get.”

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onlyjdms-blog · 6 years

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he mf has a gf,,,, I’m happy,, but sad. (from team.bowers convo w Owen on Twitter)

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owenteagueobsessed · 5 years

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I Can’t Help It

Owen Teague x Reader Fluff! Owen is still asleep, I study his features. His high cheekbones, his plump lips, those now hidden teal eyes. His hair falls into his face. Now long and died black for his new role of my favorite character, Patrick Hockstetter. I whisper into the air. “Damn you’re pretty.” I swipe his hair out of his face, playing with it. Stroking my fingers through it, massaging his scalp. He purrs, nuzzling into my hand a little. I smile, he’s just like a cat. I cup his face, lightly rubbing my thumb over his features. I whisper, awestruck. “You’re perfect...” His voice comes out gravely, his eyes still closed. “You are too...” I blush, taking my hand back. His eyes open a little, and I blush harder. He grins, finding my hand and putting it back on his face. “You can keep going. It felt nice.” I smile, continuing to massage his scalp and face. He starts to fall back to sleep, a sleepy smile on his face. “Love you.” “Love you more.”

#Owen Teague #owen teague #owen teague x reader #owen teague imagine #nolan rayburn #ryan trick tribecky #patrick hockstetter #bowers gang #god damn im excited about this new blog

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owenteagueobsessed · 5 years

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Late Night Games

Owen Teague x Reader Fluff!!! “So! We have game all set up!” Finn smirks around the table. “Darkest Secrets.” I smile towards Owen, his eyes barely visible behind his sunglasses. I reach up, slipping them from his face. He smiles, his eyes glittering. “Let’s play!” Sophie smiles, placing cards down on the table in two piles. “It’s like truth or dare, but dark.” I smile, climbing onto Owen’s lap. “Y/N! You’re up first!” I grin, grabbing the first dare card. “Now read it aloud.” My eyes scan over the words on the card, before becoming very wide. “Come on! Say it!” I clear my throat, thinking. “Make out with your crush.” They all lean in, staring at me expectantly. “I-Um. Don’t feel okay with this.” Finn rolls his eyes. “Come on! Just do it!” I clear my throat. “Fine.” I turn to face Owen, a shy smile on his lips. His eyes sparkle in the dim light. “Hi.” My cheeks flush as I lean in, tentatively pressing my lips to his. His hand cups the back of my neck, his other hand pressing against my lower back. His tongue slithers into my mouth as he pulls me closer. “Jesus! Get a room!” We pull away from each other, panting slightly. “Next person!” Owen leans in, wrapping his arms around me. He whispers softly. “Be mine?” I smile. “Of course.” He presses a quick kiss to my lips.

#owen teague #Owen Teague #patrick hockstetter #Patrick Hockstetter #itmovie #itchaptertwo #bowersgang #bowers gang #it cast #bowers gang cast #losers club cast #nolan rayburn #bloodline #trick tribecky #black mirror #owen teague x reader #owen teague imagine #i take requests!

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bowersgangobsessed · 5 years

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Conventions and Leech Bites

Owen Teague x Reader Fluff! Hello everyone! I’m heading to Las Vegas Sabakon on Sept. 7! I’m gonna be cosplaying as our own dear Patrick Hockstetter. So if anyone else is going, I hope we cross paths! I tease my hair a bit, adding the finishing touches. The bracelet slides down my forearm a bit. I smile, admiring my handiwork in the mirror. “Babe?” Owen comes into view, his hair slicked back. I turn, holding my arms out. “What do you think?” He smiles as he walks closer. “Patrick? Really?” I smirk, adjusting the collar. “Of course. My handsome boyfriend portrayed him beautifully.” He rolls his eyes before staring at me, his signature smirk playing on his lips. “You gotta get the smirk down. Try it.” I smirk, mirroring his facial expression. He smiles, messing up my hair a bit. “Hey! I wasn’t ready for that yet!” He points at the container of fake blood. “What’s that for?” I smirk, gathering some on my fingers. “For the leech bites.” He chuckles softly. “So you’re going off the book death?” I nod, smearing some on my neck. “Well hurry up! I wanna go!” He runs out of the room, the front door slamming. I shake my head, smiling. “This is gonna be a fun con.”

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bowersgangobsessed · 5 years

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Late Night Games

Owen Teague x Reader Fluff! “So! We have game all set up!” Finn smirks around the table. “Darkest Secrets.” I smile towards Owen, his eyes barely visible behind his sunglasses. I reach up, slipping them from his face. He smiles, his eyes glittering. “Let’s play!” Sophie smiles, placing cards down on the table in two piles. “It’s like truth or dare, but dark.” I smile, climbing onto Owen’s lap. “Y/N! You’re up first!” I grin, grabbing the first dare card. “Now read it aloud.” My eyes scan over the words on the card, before becoming very wide. “Come on! Say it!” I clear my throat, thinking. “Make out with your crush.” They all lean in, staring at me expectantly. “I-Um. Don’t feel okay with this.” Finn rolls his eyes. “Come on! Just do it!” I clear my throat. “Fine.” I turn to face Owen, a shy smile on his lips. His eyes sparkle in the dim light. “Hi.” My cheeks flush as I lean in, tentatively pressing my lips to his. His hand cups the back of my neck, his other hand pressing against my lower back. His tongue slithers into my mouth as he pulls me closer. “Jesus! Get a room!” We pull away from each other, panting slightly. “Next person!” Owen leans in, wrapping his arms around me. He whispers softly. “Be mine?” I smile. “Of course.” He presses a quick kiss to my lips. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please check out my other blog!

#owen teague #Owen Teague #patrick hockstetter #Patrick Hockstetter #itmovie #itchaptertwo #bowersgang #bowers gang #it cast #owen teague x reader #owen teague imagine #nolan rayburn #bloodline #trick tribecky #losers club #losers club cast

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New in Town: Part Two

Ryan (Trick) Tribesky x reader

A/N: Last one, settin up the story. This one, is beginning of the story! As always, your requests and feedback are what keep me goin!✌❤

Warnings: NSFW, cursing, etc.

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Only a month had passed since you were hired. And only a month was needed for you to develop a full blown crush on your coworker. Who, to a certain extent, worked above you. Since he had been there for almost over a year, they were more likley to have Trick boss you around than your manager. Which Trick took delight in. Teasing you. Telling you things like:

“I could have you fired for that, yknow?”

“Slackin’ on the job Y/N? Tsk tsk.”

And your personal favorite:

“Better do as I say.”

Of course, he said all these things with that smile of his. That kind of sweet smile that made sure you knew he was kidding. You had a flirty, friendship with Trick. The kind of friendship that made you leave work with a smile and pink cheeks as you walked out the door. The kind of friendship, you desperately wished was more.

Sometimes, when you were on lunchbreak together, you’d sit and eat outside, back behind the building. It was mostly where boxes and furniture were unloaded by trucks. But Trick parked his grey van back there. Somedays, when you both just needed a few minutes of escape. He’d open the back doors, and you’d sit together on the mattress and blankets he put back there. And you’d seat and eat your lunch.

One day in particular, things were rough. The manager had taken this day specifically to be unreasonable, and difficult on the two of you. Trick never really talked about himself and his life outside of work. But some days, were just worse than others. You could tell when something was wrong. So you sat in Trick’s van, having finished your meal. You looked up at the sky as snowflakes started to fall from the grey clouds above.

“It’s snowing.” You stated. Trick turned his attention, and looked up.

“Oh yeah.” He said, not being very intrigued by this fact.

“Do you like the snow?” You ask. He gives and half-hearted shrug.

“It’s alright I guess.” He doesn’t seem all there today, and you lean in a little closer. He’s been avoiding eye contact with you.

“Are you alright?” You ask him. Again, he shrugs, and doesn’t look at you. “Something wrong?”

“Not really. Just…been a rough day.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Eh, not your fault. Actually, you make my days better.” He looks up at you, and gives a small smile. You smile back.

“Yeah?” He nods.

“Mmhm. I don’t know how you’ve done it, but you make me not hate work now. So…” He trails off. He’s leaning back, practically laying down. Propped up by his elbow. He looks up at you as you watch the snow fall. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous yknow that?” He blurts out. It catches you off gaurd and your cheeks get bright red in a matter of seconds. You try to laugh it off.

“What?” You smile down at him. He just looks up at you, calm, cool, collected. Meanwhile you’re heart is going a thousand miles an hour and panic is flooding your system. What is happening.

“I said you’re gorgeous. It’s just a fact Y/N.” He leans up, and sits up. “You’re the cute girl in the office.” He chuckles.

“First of all, we do not work in an office, and second of all.” You make the decision to play along with him. “I cannot believe how unprofessional you are being.” He smiles, and laughs slightly as he looks away.

“I’m serious though, I think you’re awesome.” You could have swarn that he was blushing.

“Well, thank you Trick. You’re not too bad yourself.” You smile, and he scootches closer.

“You’ve got some snow in your hair.” He says, and he reaches out to wipe away the melting flakes. All the while inching closer and closer to you. This smooth motherfucker. You freeze, and when he leans in to kiss you. You don’t dare pull away. You kiss him back. A sweet, soft kiss. He only pulls away to look into your eyes, and that playful smile stretches across his face. You smile back, taking the advantage, and kissing him while he’s busy. He lets out a small whimper of surprise and happiness. You feel a hand make its way to your hip, and you smile into the kiss.

His lips are sweet, and soft. He takes his time, enjoying you. Making you take deep breathes as he holds you closer to him. He’s enjoying himself way too much to let you go as you kiss back. Gently biting his bottom lip to edge him on a little. Asking for more. Your hand finds it’s way into his hair, and he moans softly. The kiss, turns passionate, quickly. You can guess, that you’re on the same page.

“Look who’s being unprofessional now.” He jokes, and the two of you laugh a little. The heat of your bodies and breath combat the cold so well. You just want to crawl inside the van. Which, is exactly what you do. He crawls in after you, and over you. Leaning down to kiss you, and caress you as the heavy petting begins. Clothes sort of find their way off your body. However, only taking off what is necessary for Trick to get at you. Your baggy uniform pants come off easily arounf your ankles, along with your panties as Trick kisses down your neck. He gently nibbles and sucks. Making you moan as your hands roam his body. Eagerly pulling down his pants to reveal his erection.

“Protection?” You ask, and Trick snaps his fingers in remembrance. He pulls a condom out of his bag, and rolls in one before positioning himself. However, he stops to lean down and kiss you. A reassuring, and brilliant kiss that fills your chest. As he rubs your clit. The sensation of his warm hands against your cold skin almost shocks you. He plays with you, happy to have you moan his name as you lay there. You find yourself begging for him almost. “Fucks sake, Trick. S-Stop teasing me.” You ball up the baggy shirt of his uniform, slightly disappointed you didn’t have the time to completely undress.

“As you wish.” He smiles, and kisses down your neck as your face changes expression drastically. You gasp as you feel him enter you. Filling, and slightly stretching. You hold him close, as he slowly starts to thrust in and out of you. Already, you feel a tightness in your stomach. Which is only made more painful by his slow movements.

“God, Trick, come on.” You whine, making him smile into your skin. You feel him gently scrape his teeth against your skin. He picks up pace. Building, and building. Until he’s fucking you into the mattress. You throw your head back in pleasure and hold his hips.

“Fuuuuck yes baby.” He sighs, keeping himself close to you. Almost leaning on you. You curse over and over again as he fucks you wildly. So hard the van begins to bounce. You go weak, and you feel yourself about to cum. When suddenly his lips are on your, desperate to keep himself grounded to you. You let out a muffled moan into his lips as your orgasm washes over you. “O-Oh shit.” Trick pants, pulling away and looking down and back up at you. “I-I’m gonna cum.” His brow is furrowed, and he looks weak almost. You hear him gasp and pants as you feel him grow closer. He holds completely still as he climaxes. His mouth hanging open and his eyes shut tight. When the moment passes, he lays over you. “Fuck Y/N.” He moans. You smile and chuckle slightly in the afterglow. Until he pulls himself up and looks down at you. “I could get you fired for that.” He teases, and you push him off with a smile. You stand on the street and bounce as you pull up your pants. Tightening the loose fabric again. Trick takes care of the condom, and then stands to do the same. Suddenly the loud sound of a door crashing startles the two of you.

“Ryan! Y/N!” Your manager shouts. You look up, wide eyed, your face almost completely red. “Your lunch break was over five minutes ago! Get back to work!” She screams. You nodd, and hurry to get inside as Trick follows close behind.

You’d like to say your relationship didn’t effect your work. But you’d be lying since Trick took great pleasure in sneaking a passionate kiss, or small spanking every now and then. That mischievous smile, it almost hurt to look at.

Bonus:

Don’t pretend like you and Trick don’t play small pranks and tricks on each other and your coworkers. Trick’s favorite thing, is to hide behind the boxes in the huge storage unit in the back. And pop out to scare you. You got him back though. Forcing a good, shrill, girly scream from him. You’d never let him live that down.

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