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i know a lot of people mock when certain songs are overused on character playlists but I will never judge someone for putting bubblegum bitch on one. If you decided that your little tv guy is miss sugar pink liquor liquor lips who am I to say he’s not

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woman: *talks about equality in any way*

men every time: so i can hit you, right? i can beat the absolute shit out of you? it’s equality :)

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when you go back to finish a fic and it’s…so bad. 

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Is this the bowers gang???

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me: ✨older men!!!!✨I love MEN.❤️ boys? yuck. i'm so obsessed w/ hot older men omfg can't get enough 😩👌🔥 boys are so inexperienced and unattractive ew 😝 no way MEN are where it's AT! boys my age are a WASTE of TIME

*watches It (2017) once and falls in love with the Bowers gang*

me: :)

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just a reminder that belch huggins is chubby and he’s hot and cute at the same time imaGINE THAT

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Sad Belch Huggins Headcanons

“Headcanons about Belch being insecure about his body? He needs love”

I’m all about that I love Belch more than I love Patrick. Luckily, I have an essay I wrote about Belch saved in by 46-paged doc of hcs. I’m gonna be referring to his book gigantism, as writing about overweight/body image is starting to take a bit out of me. This takes place in the same timeline as “Don’t You Ever Forget About Me”.

A lot of people in Belch’s grade look at Belch’s body and say ‘he’s big, so he’s stupid’.

He’s super tall and he’s broad too. He’s kind of got that gigantism build, similar to Andre the Giant (Fezzik).

He’s not exactly muscley or overweight but he’s still big.

The fact is, Belch is always surrounded by “idealistic” body types;

Super strong Henry, who has giant muscley thighs and arms,

Super skinny Vic, who always gets described as dainty and pretty and also starves himself,

And Patrick. I don’t even know, Patrick’s proportions don’t really make sense, but everyone calls him daddy long legs so Belch figures they’re ‘right’.

He gets insecure shopping for clothes, because the extra large doesn’t always fit him.

Teachers have to bring a slightly bigger chair for him, and it’s always embarrassing for him.

He always has to sit in the back at the cinema.

He doesn’t pick up on things as quickly as the others, but really, that’s just a teenaged boy thing. That’s not a disability. But people assume it is.

So this one time after the events of “Don’t You Ever Forget About Me: Part 1″, Vic and Belch are watching a flick at the cinema (Field of Dreams because they’re trash for Costner and James Earl Jones).

Vic’s sitting in Belch’s lap and they’re so relaxed. His ED’s gotten better and his bones have stopped sticking out. Patrick talked him eating a ton of food everyday to try to gain all his weight back, so there’s three sodas and a thing of popcorn he’s sharing with Belch.

His head’s rested on Belch’s shoulder and his eyes are closed. The blonde looks sleepy.

Belch very quietly speaks to him

“Hey, Vic?”

“Mm”

“Do you think I’m…too big?”

That startles Vic and he looks up.

“Huh? What are you talking about? You’re perfect.”

And that startles Belch, especially since Vic keeps going.

“You’re so big and strong. You’re a total gentle giant, you think anyone really cares about your size?”

“I-”

“If you weren’t tall, people would’ve made fun of you anyways, they would’ve found something. You’re perfect, Belch.”

Here’s the thing

If you’ve read my old hcs, you know Belch doesn’t cry. “Boys don’t cry”, he just runs off and tries to fix cars and things, he doesn’t cry.

Thank god the cinema is dark, because he’s crying.

It’s quiet. These are the happiest tears he’s ever shed.

He buries his face in Vic’s hair and squeezes him tightly.

Vic makes a protesting sound but goes back to drinking his 8,000 calorie drink.

Belch isn’t quite so insecure after that.

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Beyond the Mirror (Anorexic Belch Huggins x Reader) Chapter One

A/N: it’s my first Belch fic!! so much writing recently. I’ve been wanting to write a Belch fic, and I’ve had this idea in the back of my mind for a while. I’ve been battling anorexia since middle school, and because of my affinity for the Bowers gang, I thought I’d try putting this out there. let me know what you think!

tw: anorexia, ed, self hate

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Beyond the Mirror (Belch Huggins x Reader) Chapter Two

A/N: The second installment! I wanted to put here in the author’s note that this is like kind of uber depressing and if you have an ED of any sort, this could be mega triggering and I’m gonna put a ton of stuff in the tags to try to keep anyone affected from reading it. I’m personally very affected lol but it’s very therapeutic for me to write this particular story and I hope to god I don’t affect anyone negatively through posting this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

tw: eating disorder, self hatred, bad thoughts, negative self image, etc.

Within two weeks, Belch had lost ten whole pounds. He should’ve been ecstatic - sure, he felt pretty damn good about it - but he wasn’t ecstatic. Though his jeans were a bit looser, it didn’t look like anything had really changed. Ten pounds and no real physical difference? On top of that, he’d never had a shittier time trying to avoid the foods he’d been so used to eating.

The guys noticed the change in his eating patterns, but as he suspected, nothing came of it.

“Did you get lunches switched?” Vic asked, opening up his paper sack.

Belch turned to his friend, confused.

“What?”

“Like, do you have first lunch now? Instead of second? And you ditch to hang with us?”

There were two lunch periods, one around eleven, and another around twelve. The whole gang, except for Patrick, had second lunch. Patrick had a bad habit of skipping health class to hang with the guys.

Belch shook his head. “No. I still have second lunch.”

Vic nodded. “Okay. You just not hungry?”

The question boiled in Belch’s chest. Though he had a moment of happiness knowing that even a single one of the guys took notice that he didn’t eat, he would’ve almost preferred it went unseen.

‘I’m starving.’ He thought to himself.

No, you’re not.

“Not really. I’ve been eating bigger breakfasts.” Belch remarked, patting his stomach. He hated the way it vibrated after the touch. 

That’s why you’re doing this.

Vic nodded once more, looking out over the other tables in the cafeteria, chewing on a thick piece of pizza.

“Do you want my fries?” The towhead asked, holding them forward. “I’m done with them.”

Belch feared momentarily that Vic had given Belch’s odd eating habits some genuine thought, and was now testing him. Vic, though the most thoughtful of the group, simply couldn’t know - at least, yet. There was no way.

“Nah, thanks though.“

“Your name can’t really be Belch.”

The girl - who he thought was the new girl at school, though she insisted she’d gone there for a few months now - standing before Belch remarked, taking a swig of beer.

Belch was now down thirteen pounds, the hunger having become a dull and constant pain that he slowly learned to deal with over time. A part of him almost enjoyed it, like a sharp reminder that he was moving closer towards his goals. Soon he wouldn’t just be the fat fuck of the group. He felt bad that he ever was, that he still was right then. That there was a good chance he might always be.

Blinking, trying to get out of his thoughts, he put on a smile.

“No, just a nickname the guys gave me that stuck. My name is Reggie.”

Her teeth gleamed against the light of the bonfire, the laughter amongst them a cheerful soundtrack. She flashed him a sincere grin.

“Reggie. That’s so much better than Belch, why don’t you go by that?”

He’d never given it much thought. Everyone called him Belch, and for so long. A shrug.

“I dunno, it started around middle school, and…”

It suddenly became like a thorn in his mind. Why hadn’t he ever thought about it? Why did he allow it? Sure, it was a little bit tough, a little cool, and he loved the acceptance surrounding the giving of a nickname… It’s what made him feel apart of the group.

Then again, it was so rooted in being fat. When you eat too much, you often belch. It was a gross name. He was a little gross, sure, but to be constantly referred to as gross all the time could only really make you feel… Gross.

Is that all they thought about him? That he was fat and gross?

You are fat and gross.

“And it just stuck… Super well.” He laughed at the dumb answer that he gave. For a moment he wished he was drinking too.

Her lips compressed for a moment before she lifted the bottle to her lips again, honest eyes gazing into his.

“You look more like a Reggie anyway. I’m gonna call you Reggie.”

A sudden and unexpected wave of reassurance came over him. See, he thought, I don’t look fat and gross to her.

I don’t look fat and gross to her.

She’s not looking close enough.

He blinked.

“What’s your name?” Belch asked, desperate to know the answer.

The girl smiled widely.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice…” She switched the beer bottle into her left hand and enthusiastically extended her right one. She giggled the sweetest melody in the world.

“… To meet you!”

Belch felt, for the first time in two weeks, something strong inside that wasn’t just hunger pains. A newfound crush on this girl at the party made his chest gush with emotion, like a blossoming flower in the spring.

“So nice to meet you.” Belch laughed.

“I’m Reggie. Not Belch.” He added.

A hand grasped his shoulder from behind, and turning around, he saw Patrick.

“Hey Belch, I left that extra case of Budweisers in your trunk, can I have the keys for a sec?”

Belch looked down, and put a hand to his pocket to ensure they were still there. He reached inside to dig them out, noticing that it was just a little bit easier to do than two weeks prior.

“Yeah, here.” He gruffly answered, and Patrick wagged his eyebrows at him after checking Y/N out, snickering to himself and running off with the keys in the direction of the parked Trans-Am.

Patrick probably thinks you don’t stand a chance with her.

Looking back at Y/N, who now smiled at the bonfire, pulling one last swig of her finished beer, he grinned himself.

‘Well I do’, he thought. ‘She thinks I look like a Reggie.’

Chapter One

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Can’t Fight This Feelin’

A Belch / Reader One Shot for @tonguepopperr

Request:  1990’s, Belch / Reader. Fall time. They met as classmates and grew close. Mutual pining, both like another but are too shy to ask another out. It’s the Readers birthday and Belch remembers, and kind of asks her out for a birthday lunch to celebrate.

Word Count: +7.1k

Warning: Vic being the best wing man he can be, Belch smokes and the imagery is 11/10 too hot for me to handle I’m not gonna lie, FLUFF.

SPECIAL THANKS TO MY BETA @darth-stetter! Without her, I am always one typo away from dunking myself into hell i s2g

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You waited patiently, taking roost on the front steps and drumming your fingers along to the CD spinning in your player. Students filed past you, many hustling and bustling to get to their lockers while just as many sluggishly climbed the stairs and glowered at the entrance as if it were the gates to hell. In many ways, you mused, Derry High School could surely be hell for a choice few.

With bullies, unfair teachers and a system rigged against them for the most part, it wasn’t the most quaint school. You had seen some freshmen get roughed up real bad during passing period, and overheard overzealous teachers complain about their students as if they were genuine devil’s spawn. Then again, the faculty usually spoke about Patrick Hockstetter, so the sentiment was pretty accurate if you were being honest.

Still. Derry High wasn’t a slice of paradise by any means, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t anything good that lurked in its halls. There were a whole hodgepodge of peers for you to pick apart from the norm. Richie Tozier was a bit of a brat, but had a good heart underneath his trashmouth, and even Gretta Keene could be less of a witch if she was in a good mood. The oddest find however, had been Reggie Huggins.

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I just forget that IT is a scary movie

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A HC with Patrick, Henry, an Billy with their GFs always pinning them down. Their lover always has the upper hand and doesn't always do it on purpose?

Patrick:-he’s lazy-he doesn’t bother fighting back when it comes to you-he’s used to be pinned down randomly, whether by accident or not-it usually happens when you want something, and he won’t give in-so you’d hug him, but the two of you end up toppling to the ground -and your straddling his lap, holding his forearms with a pout-“please?”-“Hm yeah whatever”

Billy:-he never fights back-for any reason-ever-you shove at his chest playfully?-Billy is pouting -you two are rolling on the ground, in a tickle fight?-Billy easily let’s you pin him to the ground bc he doesn’t want to hurt you -he knows you’re just as strong as him, you two work out together -but he’d never lay a hand on you

Henry-he’s a pussy-but he’s our pussy-you two get in a fight -and Henry turns on you really quick, with no intention of hurting you-but you don’t know that-before he can blink, you’ve grabbed his hand and slammed him to the ground, twisting so that you’re on his back-he’s hard-you’re panting with adrenaline -“I thought you were gonna hit me,” you admit honestly -Henry rolls his eyes-“I know better than to do that. Not that I’d ever want to, but if I did, you’d beat my ass,” he admits with a deep-set scowl

I don’t think this is exactly what you wanted, but I hope you still like it!

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Patrick at literally everything: Sounds fake but okay

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Bathing & Showering with the Bowers Gang Boys

A/N: I got a request for this a LONG time ago, and finally I have completed it and it is ready to post! I hope that it is worth the wait!

Request:

Sorry, I know you’re busy now, but in a future could you write sex headcanons for the boys while having shower/ bath please? No hurry obviously, take your time <3

Rating: NSFW

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One of Those Afternoons (Part2)

Belch Huggins x Reader

A/N: Honestly, if I take any longer writing these things I might as well be an inactive blog lol (jk). Anyways, after a long long long time, FINALLY, one of my most requested stories: the Part 2 to One of Those Afternoon.

One of Those Afternoons Part 1

Requests:

You had better write a part two to One Of Those Afternoons!! It was so good <3

Re: One of Those Afternoons (Belch x reader) You are absolutely right. It does need/deserve a sequel. This is the best Belch x reader fic I have ever read. My skin is clear, my crops are flourishing, my grades are raised, my third eye has opened, I have achieved self actualization and I learned to love myself. This is the best shit I’ve ever read. And I say that in the best fucking way. I am in love with your writing.

Do you plan on making a part 2 to One of those Afternoons?

Sis, I been checking your page a dozen times a day for that One of Those Afternoons sequel to drop! My body is prepared, please give it what it craves!!!! P.S. love your work, boo😘

You have no idea how excited I am for one of those afternoons part 2 💕

Taglist: @ssstutteringbbbill, @pattycake-hockstetter, @hennybowers

Word Count: 4,400

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: just NSFW stuff, as expected ;), botched attempt at writing a Maine accent (it’s really hard to capture, and I’m from Maine!), Reggie being a sweet, sweet boy

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“Reg…”

Before he had even dropped off his friends, Belch had put his hand so far up your thigh that it was under the skirt of your dress, and his fingers were sliding under your panties. You were still wet from playing in his car before the other boys had gotten in, and he groaned quietly when he felt it. He got some of your wetness on his middle finger and rubbed at your clit. You bit your lip and glanced over at him. He was smirking lightly, and you closed your eyes slightly, your head leaning back against the seat.

“Hey guys, we’re still back here,” Vic spoke up. You heard Patrick and Henry shushed him, and to your surprise, Reg just chuckled and pressed against you harder. You whimpered softly in your throat and squeezed his knee, and the edge of the seat.

You had been surprised that Reg had been so open about how horny he was at school, but this was completely new. He never did anything too extreme in front of the guys. Maybe a hug from behind with a soft whisper in your ear telling you he wanted to go somewhere more private. But he was touching you, they could see him, he knew they could.

You squeezed your eyes shut and put one hand over your mouth, squeezing his knee as hard as you could.

“Reg…” you whimpered. It wasn’t fair, why did he get to make you fall apart. It also wasn’t fair to Reg, because he hadn’t gotten to come yet… it was so obvious that he needed to, as soon as he got you home you were going to get his pants off and make him feel so much better…

You let out a sigh of relief when he pulled his hand back, stopping at Vic’s house. “See you tomorrow, you two. Keep your eyes on the road, buddy,” Henry teased as all the boys got out.

“Don’t forget to use rubbahs…” Vic added. He smacked his hat as he mocked his friend’s heavy Maine accent, and Reg blushed but smirked.

“And maybe take some pictures,” Patrick spoke up. Henry told him to shut the fuck up, and Reg squeezed your knee slightly.

“I ain’t gonna be takin’ no pictu’es f’nobody but me,” he insisted. You blushed and quietly told him to shush, and Henry whistled.

“Good luck tonight, girlie, he’s gonna fuck your brains out,” he warned you as he and his friends started walking towards Vic’s house.

Reg laughed slightly and waved quickly before driving off. You stared at him, taking heavy breaths as he started massaging your thigh. “He’s rightcha know?” he told you calmly. You bit your lip as his fingers dipped down towards your panties again. “I got plans f’ya tonight, li’l girl.” Your eyes fell closed as he grabbed at the waistband of your panties and slid his hand down into them, your mouth falling open and a soft moan falling past your lips.

“Please, Reggie, let’s wait to get to your house…” you pleaded, touching his hand. Of course, he listened to you, moving his hand back to your knee, but he squeezed at the soft skin and he couldn’t keep himself from glancing over at you every so often.

When he finally pulled into his driveway, he put the car in park, switched off the ignition, and got out of the car faster than you’d ever seen him. You laughed lightly and watched him come around to your side of the car, opening your door and taking your hand to help you out of your seat. He pulled you against him and kissed you gently, but you could feel how desperate he was to get you inside and make things a little more rough…

He took your hand and pulled you inside through the side door, kissing you again and already trying to get you out of your dress. “Reggie– Reg, wait!” you laughed as he practically lifted you up with his grip on your waist. He moved back and looked at you eagerly, licking his lips. “I need to use your bathroom quickly… go upstairs and wait for me? I’ll only be a minute…”

He sighed impatiently. “Yeah, yeah, I can wait a li’l longah,” he grumbled. But he smiled and kissed your cheek. You giggled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before he let go of you so that you could hurry down the hall to the downstairs bathroom.

He had to keep himself from chasing after you as he watched your ass and thighs bounce as you moved. He groaned and ran upstairs, pulling the door to his room open and going inside. He swore lightly, quickly picking a few pairs of dirty underwear and shirts off the ground and throwing them in his overflowing hamper. He hesitated and opened his closet door, picking up his hamper and shoving it inside, kicking the clothes that had been piling around it in after them and forcing the door closed. He looked around, making sure his room looked a little cleaner. No matter how neat it looked to him, he was sure you’d see a disorganized space, but he honestly couldn’t keep his mind on that.

He went over to his dresser and picked up his nearly empty bottle of cologne. He had lost the cap to the bottle a long time ago, so he quickly sprayed some towards himself, then thought, spraying it towards the dirty clothes-filled closet. He set it back on his dresser and took his hat off, tossing it on his bed and pulling off his shirt.

He wasn’t sure why he was so eager to impress you right now. It wasn’t like this was your first time together, not after almost a year and a half of being with you. But he still wanted to impress you as if it was your first time. To him, everytime should be as special as your first time was for you. You deserved nothing less than the very best, and he was set on providing it to you.

He sat down on his bed, and kicked off his sneakers quickly, then ran his hands across his jeans, looking down at his crotch. He swore that never in his whole life had he been this hard. It was driving him insane, and he had honestly sat down because it was starting to hurt. He hissed as he brought his hand down to brush the bulge that was pretty prominently sticking up from the denim fabric, and looked up towards the door. Where the hell were you? He still needed to eat you out– and there was no way he was letting you talk him out of skipping that, it was one of his favorite parts –but he didn’t know how long he could go before he creamed his pants.

He stood up again, grunting in discomfort and grabbed his hat, placing it back on his head before he walked back out of his bedroom, compulsively shutting the door and rushing down the stairs to get you.

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You had really needed to use the bathroom, honestly. But then you had decided to quickly clean yourself up. You had grabbed a washcloth and put water on it, cleaning up the mess you had made on your thighs and ass, and tried to make sure that everything would be nice for Reg. That’s all you wanted, really, was to make sure he didn’t think you were gross. Not that he ever would. Reg thought the world of you, and everyone knew it.

He had showed up to your house one morning while you were still in your ratty old jammies and with no makeup and with your hair messy and tangled, and you had almost started crying when you saw that it was him outside the door. That is until his face reddened and he had grabbed your waist and kissed you, telling you that he wanted to wake up next to you every morning if you were going to look like that.

Reg was so incredibly sweet that sometimes you didn’t know how you had gotten so lucky. He deserved the world, in your opinion, more than the world, he deserved heaven. And you were willing to give it to him in any way you could.

You thought briefly that making him wait upstairs with a hard on probably wasn’t getting him any closer to heaven, so you dried yourself off with a dry cloth gently and kept your panties in your hand, opening the door to the bathroom and hurrying towards the stairs, stopping short when you saw him come down and almost run into you.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait upstairs?” you teased, playing with your panties in your hand. His wide eyes moved down to look at them, and a shiver ran down his whole body at the white, creamy mess over the crotch of the fabric.

“Y’tryin’a kill me, woman?” he smirked. You opened your mouth to answer, then you gasped sharply as you were grabbed around the waist and thrown over his shoulder. He carried you up the stairs towards his bedroom, you laughed and held on tightly, feeling him shift to hold you with one arm as he opened his bedroom door and brought you inside.

“Reggie, put me down!” you laughed. You felt a sharp smack on your ass as he kicked the door shut behind him, then he brought you down so that he was holding you in front of him, putting you so that your legs were straddling him as he held you. You leaned forward to kiss him, starting to grind against him slightly. The top of your head bumped the brim of his hat up as your lips moved against his, and you moved back for a second to push it off of his head so that you could keep kissing him, running your hands through his hair. He grabbed your hips to keep you from rubbing yourself against his crotch and he moved himself back, letting out a little grunt of disapproval. “Where do you want me first, daddy?”

“On m’face,” he told you, putting his face against your neck to kiss at it and hide his blush. “Maybe backwa’ds so y’can gimme somethin’ back.”

“Alright, then put me down and get on the bed,” you ordered. He licked just under your ear slightly before gently setting you down on your feet. He picked up his hat off of the ground and tossed it on top of the dresser, walking over to the bed and sitting down. “Um… Reg?”

“Ayuh?”

“Jeans?” you smirked. He looked down at his pants and grunted, standing up again.

“Fuck me, y’know I wouldn’a got this problem if y’da moved y’self a li’l fastah,” he joked, fumbling to unbuckle his belt. You giggled and walked over to him, pushing his hands out of the way and carefully pulling his belt out of the loops in his jeans and unbuckling it. He sucked in a breath as you gently unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down over his boner. “Fuckin’ A, girl, let me get it.” You could tell he was really starting to get impatient now, so you let go and put your hands behind your back, twisting yourself back and forth innocently. “Get that fuckin’ dress off, babe.”

You giggled again and quickly pulled your dress over your head tossing it on the ground and unclipping your bra as well, dropping that next to your dress. He grunted again and dropped his jeans to his ankles. His cock immediately sprung up out of his boxers, and a dark blush stained your cheeks. He stepped out of his jeans and kicking them aside, carefully pulling his boxers down too before climbing up onto the bed.

As soon as he was laying against his pillow, you moved so that you could climb, backwards. You gasped and laughed as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up so that you were kneeling over his chest. You felt his huge hands spread your ass so that he could see what was in front of him, and you heard him swear lightly under his breath before you felt his teeth nip at the skin of one of your soft cheeks. You moaned softly.

“Reggie,” you said, looking back at him. “I’ve never seen you like this before…”

“Yeah, well…” he chuckled, rubbing his fingers gently along your lips, making your eyes fall closed. “Y’ain’t usually tease me the way you was with that little dress’a ya’s.” His hand smacked down against your ass suddenly and you jolted, pouting at him. “Don’tchu worry, baby, y’ain’t gonna have nothin’a pout about in a second.”

Without hesitation, he pulled you back even further so that you were seated right on his face. Immediately you felt his tongue push into you, before licking a slow line down to your clit. You whined and ground yourself down on him a little, leaning forward so that you wouldn’t suffocate him with your ass and so that you could put your hands on his chest and legs as leverage. You closed your eyes again, continuing to ride his face as he started practically making out with the delicate, wet skin.

It took you a moment to get your bearings, but you flipped your hair over your shoulder and leaned forward, grabbing his cock with one hand and very gently running your hand up and down it a few times. Reg paused momentarily and you felt him breathing heavily against you, his hands squeezing slightly at your thighs and his hips tensing. You felt his cock jump in your hand slightly, and he moaned quietly when you tongued at the slit at the tip of his solid erection, licking up the precum that was dribbling from it.

He went back down on you again, his mouth moving more slowly and carefully, as he tried to keep his brain on track with what he was doing and not what you were doing. You put the head of him in your mouth and started sucking very gently, keeping your tongue running around the sensitive skin. You could feel Reg grunting and humming against your skin, and it made you slow down your movements to, opting to start sliding as much of his cock into your mouth as you could fit.

He had to pause against you again, a choked moan falling past his lips as he hit the back of your throat, and he felt you take a breath before pushing his dick down your throat. He hit your gag reflex and you choked and sputtered a little, your eyes watering and your lips stretched as much as they comfortably could. He was used to your teeth unavoidable bumping against his skin lightly, so you weren’t too concerned when you had to move let your lips come untucked from around your teeth.

“Fuck…” you heard him mutter before letting out a little whine as your mouth started moving back up his cock. He adjusted himself so that his feet were planted on the bed and his hips could buck into you a little and you choked again, taking him as far as you possibly could and jacking him off at the base, which you couldn’t fit down your throat no matter how hard you tried. And you had tried, many times.

You hummed, the vibration causing Reg to groan loudly, and you felt his thighs tremble. You smirked– more internally than on your face, as your lips were a little preoccupied– and you dropped your ass back down on his face. You heard his muffled grunt of surprise, then his hands moved down to your ass and spread it apart, burying his face in and lapping at you like you were the last meal he would ever eat.

He nibbled at your skin very gently and felt the groan that you let out all the way up his spine. It was incredible how good you made him feel. Every single part of you was beautiful, from your stunning face, to your lovely smile, to your sparkling eyes, to your perfect breasts and ass, to your gentle, soft skin. All the way to this divine flower between your legs. Reg worshipped you, even when he wasn’t near you, he thought about every part of you and it made him feel like the luckiest boy in the world. What were his chances of getting to even look at a goddess like you, let alone call you his, and claim you, and love you? He loved the way you talked about the things that you loved, he loved the way you laughed, and the way your face would get all red when you were upset, and the way that you looked at him. God, every time you looked at him, he swore he had died and gone to heaven, that you were a literal angel, blessing him with your presence.

You weren’t much of an angel right now, sure…. you were better than one. He would take you over an angel anyday when you swallowed his cock the way you did… and the way you tasted on his lips… he didn’t care what people said–

For example, Henry, who always told him what a boner killer it was to eat out a girl out when they tasted like fuckin’ fish and battery acid

–for all he cared, you tasted like heaven. He couldn’t get enough of you, whatever it was that you tasted like… he supposed it was you. You tasted like you. And, again, you were perfect…

That jolt of electricity ran up his spine again as you swallowed him down again and his head fell back. “Holy shit…” he grunted, running his hand up your back. “Can you…. Fuck, get a rubbah outta the side draw’ ‘n fuckin’ ride me, babe…” You hissed out a laugh through your nose and pulled him slowly out of your mouth, sucking slightly as you heard him grunt out a soft, “Oh, fuck me…”

You pulled your mouth off of him with a pop and kept on rubbing his dick with your hand, even as you climbed off of him and reached over to his nightstand to pull out a condom. You ripped the package open with your teeth before carefully sliding it onto him. His eyes threatened to fall closed and he stared at you, hardly able to hold himself back from grabbing you and dropping you down onto his cock.

You climbed over him again, this time so that you were facing him. Your legs straddled either side of his hairy belly, which you could feel moving up and down as he breathed heavily underneath you. You leaned over him and he gave you a lazy, tired smile. You brought your finger to his face and wiped some of the wetness from around his mouth. He raised an eyebrow and watched you bring your finger to your mouth, sucking your own juices up. His mouth fell open slightly then he bit his lip.

“You gotta little somethin’ on your face,” you teased, leaning forward and kissing him gently. He hummed and ran his hands up and down your waist, sighing happily when you started licking and kissing what was left on his face. Then you sat up and moved back, grabbing his cock in your hand again and touching it to your pussy.

“Put it in real slow, babe…” he pleaded. You smirked, then your eyes fluttered closed as you sat yourself slowly back onto him. His mouth fell open wide open and he closed his eyes tightly. “Oh my God…”

“Fuck, Reg…” you breathed, wincing slightly at the width of him. He was completely blissed out, grabbing your hips and squeezing the soft skin.

“I… I ain’t gonna last long,” he told you. “Ya fuckin’ tight enough as it is, I ain’t gonna last five minutes with ya movin’…”

“Five minutes is all we need,” you whispered, leaning over and kissing him. The movement slid him out of you slightly and he grunted, his hips pushing you back onto him on their own accord. You whined and grabbed at his hair slightly, kissing him again before sitting up and starting to bounce up and down on him quickly. His grip on your hips got even tighter, and you didn’t even have to move anymore because he was lifting you up and dropping you back onto him as quickly as he needed. Every drop down had your head falling back a little more, until you had to lean back with your hands on on thighs.

“R-Reggie,” you whined, a cry escaping your lips as he dropped you down again. “Oh fuck, Reg…”

He grunted again and sat up, moving at an almost flawless speed so that you were laying on your back and he was railing you even harder and faster than you could when he was on top. You gasped as he pushed in even deeper, and you watched his eyes squeeze shut again as he held your legs apart for him.

His thighs and belly were slapping against your legs loudly and rapidly, and you felt him start shaking and his movements start getting more erratic. You reached down between the two of you and started rubbing at your clit, letting a soft moan fall past your lips at the sensation.

“Fuck, Reggie, you’re gonna make me cum again…” you told him, looking up at his bright red face. He opened his eyes and took a shaky breath, starting to groan loudly with every thrust into you.

He was so powerful. Even when he was on the verge of losing control, he still held your lower half up for him, and he still slammed his cock into you with incredible stamina. Usually he lasted a lot longer than this, sometimes up to ten minutes if he handled things just right. But the teasing and the playing in his car had gotten him almost hard enough to cum in his jeans, and finally getting to fuck you was bringing him to his breaking point uncontrollably quickly.

“Fuckin’– Jesus–” he hissed. Trying to keep his eyes on you. “Fuck, baby, quick lookin’ at me like that…”

He blinked innocently and bit your lip, then quickly let it go as you whined. He groaned, shaky and deep in his throat and stuck his thumb in his mouth before reaching down and pushing your hand out of the way to take over rubbing you to orgasm.

Again, he always did it so much better than you, his hand moving in the perfect spot at the perfect speed, and he didn’t have to stop because his wrist started getting tired. Your brow furrowed and you moaned, high in your throat, grabbing his arms and letting him take full control. You could feel your second orgasm creeping up and your moans started becoming little squeaks in your throat, his name falling past your lips with a soft, cracking voice, and your legs starting to tremble and bend inward around his waist.

“Reggie, oh my God,” you cried out suddenly, before letting out a dry little sob in your throat. Your legs squeezed together around his waist and you felt your walls start pulsing around his fat cock.

He let out a choked groan and pounded into you a few more times, swearing tensely under his breath. You whined with every thrust, and he finally held himself still deep inside you, groaning harshly.

You bit your lip and felt him grind his hips against yours for a moment before pulling out slowly. He looked breathless and exhausted, and he carefully pulled the full condom off, tossing it into his trashcan before falling onto his back and taking heavy breaths.

“Come on up here…” you heard him mumble. You chuckled and sat up slowly, stretching your arms above your eye and yawning softly.

He brought the back of his hand to your waist brushing it against your soft skin as he stared at you. When you finally lay down next to him he wrapped his arm around you and kissed your forehead.

“Feel better?” you asked softly, cuddling against his shoulder.

“Much,” he grumbled with a small smile. He yawned and ran his hand over your hair, glancing out the window at the sky of the late afternoon. “Helluvan afternoon, huh? Where’d it go?”

“The front of your jeans… And in that condom,” you grinned. He laughed lightly.

“Oh right,” he said. You turned over onto your stomach and touched the nape of his neck, gently pressing your lips to his. He sighed happily and kissed you back, running his fingers up and down the small of your back.

“I love you,” you told him, touching his nose to yours. “I swear I’m gonna marry you someday…”

“I think I’m gonna marry ya someday, too,” agreed. “Somebody’s gonna have ta ask somebody,  though, ‘n that somebody’s prob’ly gonna be me. Maybe sometime ‘round grad’ation, 'r somethin’ like that…” You felt yourself blush and you kissed him again. “Love ya too, babe.”

He gave you one last kiss before resting his chin on the top of your head, closing his eyes and sighing happily. You smiled to yourself brightly, holding onto him lovingly and fucking loving him so much. You closed your eyes and felt yourself drifting into a light sleep.

Marrying Reg had been, up until this point, nothing but a lovely daydream. You had no idea that it had been a daydream for him too, from the moment he first laid eyes on you. You had no idea that he had already picked out a diamond ring, that he kept it in the back of his sock drawer, waiting for the end of senior year. You never thought in a million years that sex wouldn’t be the biggest connection between you and someone else. Sex was amazing with Reg, but the love that you felt for each other was greater.

And there was nothing but love for each other as the two of you drifted off to sleep in his bed, your future from this afternoon on all but set in stone.

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A/N: Here it is, finally! I hope it was everything you’ve all been waiting for! Leave a comment to tell me what you think! Thank you all for being so incredibly patient, and supportive! I love you all! Please reblog, I really appreciate the support!

Part 1

Masterlist

[belchbabe]

One of Those Afternoons

Belch Huggins x Reader

A/N: I was going to wait until Friday, but I already failed my week with no social media. And I couldn’t wait to post this! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Requests:

Idk if your requests are still currently closed but, if they are open, it would be a dreammmm if you could write some Belch smut based off the dirty talking headcanons, specially the one where he fingers reader before the boys get back :0 (if you can’t, do not fret!)

Word Count: 3,420

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: nothing really, just NSFW, Reg being in a mood (like the one I described in my Dirty Talk Headcanons)

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Healing-Poly!Bowers Gang Imagine

Request: @the-real-mrs-siwicki: Hello! I was wondering if you could do one of your Imagine things. I was wondering if it could be about the bowers gang finding out about their girlfriend’s scars? Like, self-harm or from their parents, up to you cause I know that’s a touchy subject. Thanks again! ~~Bailey

Warnings: Mentions of cutting, Mentions of abuse, Patrick being Patrick

You never wanted them to find out about your scars this way. Hell if you were honest with yourself you didn’t want your boys to find out at all.

Deep down you knew that Henry knew, at least about part of it anyway, that he could see in your eyes the similar pain you two went through because you could see it in his too. But now here you were, eye locked with all four of them as the razor was halfway across your skin.

All of their eyes told something different. Henry’s icy blue ones filled with hurt and underlying fear, Patrick’s blue green ones filled with fascination and as always slight lust, Vic’s warm chocolate brown one filled with confusion, and worst of all Belch’s filled with disappointment not at you but at himself with a dash of regret.  

You kept your eyes locked on theirs in silence as you threw the razor onto the floor and pulled down your sleeve, it stayed this way for a few seconds before you got bombarded with questions.

“Is it because of them?”

“Why?”

“How long?”

“You got any more scars?”, causing the rest of the guys to look and glare at Patrick

“Yes, they leave so many I figured what are a few more. It’s been about a year and yes,”

You sigh and take off your clothes, standing there completely vulnerable in your underwear, showing them all of your scars that were littered all over your body some cut, some some raised, some old, and some new.

“What do you mean by they?,” Vic asks.

“Her parents,” Henry tells him and you nod.

“They hurt you, but- but they’re so nice to us,”Belch tells you so shocked you parents would do this

“Yeah, they aren’t that nice behind closed doors,”

With how quiet Henry was being you could tell that he was think the same about Butch, except for the fact that he is both a dickhead in public and behind closed doors.

“Babygirl I know you can’t control what they do to you, but you are so beautiful and we hate to see you hurt. Next time they hurt you or you feel like doing this call one of us please. Promise me you will,” Belch tells you.

“Okay I promise,”

“ And if you don’t feel safe you can always come stay with one of us for the night,” Vic adds.

“Okay,“ you look over at Henry and you can tell you’re both thinking the same.

He takes off his shirt and shows off the scars on his back.

“This goes for the both of you. We want you to feel safe.” Belch says kissing his cheek.

You both nod, put your clothes back on, and then just proceed to all cuddle.

At the end of the day you loved your boys and they loved you, always calling your home each others safe arms.