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heartsfourdazai · 3 months

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heeeello, I wanted to order the bungou stray dogs guys with a s/o who always cries when she drinks, like she's a bigger lightweight than Chuuya and also gets really clingy when she's drunk

bsd men with a lightweight, clingy soulmate

dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa, kunikida, ranpo

warnings: drinking, lowercase writing, short because i feel crappy</3

a/n: writing with nails is a pain, but not impossible!!

taglist: @justcallmesakira @atlasnessie @riiwrites @silverbladexyz <3 luv u guys!! comment to be added!!!

dazai

finds it absolutely adorable when you sob at the smallest of things when you drink.

first time he witnessed your lightweight behavior, it was your friends 18th birthday party and you were offered a drink...then it escalated to more then two...

he found you on the floor of the guest room with your friend, who was embarrassed for you.

"she was fine when you left, but then i heard her cry, saying you left her forever..."

he shakes his head with a soft smile, and motions your friend to leave.

when they did, he walked to your figure and brushed your hair out of the way of your face.

"my sweet'bella~ missed me that much~" he teased and kissed your cheek softly as you stared up at him and wrapped your arms around him and cuddled into his arms.

"i was gone for a mere 5 minutes.."

"hic- ihit felt like hic- 5 years.."

you closed your eyes and fell asleep in his arms, not feeling his soft lips kiss your head and rock you back and forth on the floor.

he wrapped his trench around you when he decided to sleep with you on the floor as well.

he made sure to keep in mind, "just 5 drinks...it's all it takes.."

chuuya

"CHUUUUYYYAHahahaa..."

"WHAT-what happened?!"

your eyes were watery, and your nose was runny

"i banged my knee..."

you came home drunk off your mind, and he already knew he was going to have to deal with your hangover, so he took the responsibly to take care of you.

you were on your knees on the carpet of your bedroom floor, making grabby hands at your boyfriend who sighed loudly, closing the door after him as he walked toward your body.

he lifts you up with a grunt and sat down on the bed with you on his lap, his hand rubbing your knee as you sniffled into his sleeve of his t-shirt.

it's only been 2 hours, and chuuya was ready to pass out because it was almost like he was taking care of a toddler.

"i thought you feel asleep, 2 hours ago!" he complained, now combing his fingers through your hair.

"i waaaassss!!!"

"then why aren't you?"

"ihi feel off reaching for the remoooote!!" you hung off his arms and your head rested on your pillow and closed your eyes.

chuuya couldn't move; however he didn't want to move.

he looked at you and chuckled softly before pressing a kiss to your arm that rested on your lap ontop of him.

atsushi

please, my boy is so confused

he had the same amount of alcohol as you, and your more drunk then a child on a sugar high.

your clinging onto him for the rest of the night, sobbing into his sleeve the moment you lose him and find him again.

"y/n...i went to go to the bathroom!"

"I THOUGHT YOU LEFT ME FOREVERRR!!!!"

he gives 10x the hugs and kisses you want.

at home, he would try to put you to sleep in your own bed while he sleeps on the couch because right now, although he helped you bathe for 30 minutes you still smelled like alcohol, and you kick in your sleep when you get like this.

he would know, he learned the hard why :(

"NAHO!! dohon't leeeeave!!"

"ow-ow-ow, y/n that's my hair- OW!!"

you ended up pulling him into your arms and wrapped your legs around his torso and fell asleep in two seconds.

he didn't fight you and just kissed your head and combed his fingers through your hair.

akutagawa

so, he doesn't drink as much as you think.

so seeing you get drunk after 4 drinks; he decided to keep you away from alcohol as much as he can....but he didn't know how without it seem like he was controlling.

the two of you were still at the bar, however you kept poking at his cheek in a way to annoy him.

"ryu...ryu..psst...ryu?"

"y/n!"

he glared at you, and you just giggled.

"hehe you look pissed!"

he took a deep breath in and out and looked at you, "and you're drunk..."

"PFFT!"

you cackled, slapping his arm and clung onto it soon after..

"mm..you have such strong arms~"

was that meant to fluster him?

well, it did.

he blushed and pushed you away, but you came right back, poking his bicep.

you closed your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"child. you are a literal child.." he rolled his eyes, interlocking his fingers with yours.

he stopped talking to take notice to your soft snoring, the bar was barely full, and the clocked read 11: 45...without any other choice, he took you to your place...making sure you woke up with at least some memory of tonight.

kunikida

"y/n. i'm working.."

"ahand i'm the president!!"

"more like drunk.."

you pulled his cheek and pinched his nose at the same time, making him look like a deformed potato.

he knews how lightweight you are, he made sure to write it down. he also made sure to write down how mnay drinks it takes for you to get drunk...which is 5...only 5.

to this day, he still has no idea how you do it!

he's not a pda kinda guy, so when ypu keep touching him or poking him when he doesn't know he will tie you up, i kid you not, you know how dazai tied up atsushi in that one episode with the mushroom- yeah...

"kuniiiiiiii!-OWAHAO!" you whined, falling off the chair he tied you in and banged your head on the floor.

he turned to see you on the floor and tears roll down your face.

he looked at you with a deadpan expression and you only cried more, rubbing your eyes as you still laid on the floor.

with a sigh, he stands from his desk and walked toward you, hoisting you up in his arms and rested you on another desk and checked your head.

"you're fine, y/n...just banged your head a little..." he kissed your wound and hugged you in a way to get you to stop crying.

even though it was a small bump, when your drunk like this; even a feather could hurt you.

ranpo

he knew.

he already knew by your first sip he will have to deal with what was about to come his way.

and he was okay with that.

he LOVES it when you act all baby around him; t's almost like he's now in control and can just say anything and you'll agree.

your face was buried into the table you and yosano sat at, and your muffled sobs caught the attention from others at the bar.

she sighs and takes a sip of wine before noticing ranpo return, "ranpo, come get your girlfriend...she thought i was you 10 times now!"

you felt someone's hands on your shoulder and you looked up to see ranpo smirking down at you, "i';m wounded...we don't even look alike...is she that drunk?" he teased, kissing your inner lip and you whined, the dried tears on your cheeks gave you an uncomfy feeling.

"nooo- kiss me properly!!" you begged, making grabby hands at you and he laughed; "no, i don't think you deserve any~ you can't even recognize your own boyfriend?!"

after you whining, ranpo gave into you and kissed your lips more times then you haved asked for.

but are you complaing?

nope!

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sugawhaaa · 8 months

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🧸Masterlist🧸

Smut- red

Fluff- pink

Multiple parts-orange

Audio- purple

Other- green

Angsty- blue

Request notes

I will not write ANYTHING member x member smut or not.

I will not write any knife play or anything else that would be hurting the reader or idol/character on purpose for sexual purposes.

I will not write any r4pe tropes.

If I find it uncomfortable to write I have every right to not write it, regardless.

!Xdinary heroes!

Gunil

Wet- coming soon

Boyfriend headcanons-

Jungsu

Karma- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/721762897201659904/jungsu-x-reader?source=share

Cuddling your soft kitten-

Gaon

It hurts so good- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/724867734283911168/gaon-x-reader?source=share

Bf headcanons- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/715931098010517504/thinking-of-gaon-as-your-boyfriend?source=share

Smut audio-

Interrupting Fox-

I can do better than that stupid little toy-

Gaon your nails are wet!-

Sk8ter Boi part. 2-

O.de

Boyfriend headcanons- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/716499714880733184/thinking-of-ode-as-your-boyfriend-fluff-head?source=share

Lipstick-

Junhan

Shy little bunny-

https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/715323164230615040/junhan-x-reader?source=share

Boyfriend headcanons- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/716068336083009536/thinking-of-junhan-as-your-boyfriend-fluff-head?source=share

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727033390079033344/junhan-smut-audio?source=share

I don't want the members seeing you like this-

Communication-

Jooyeon

Not any yet

Mutli member

Horny and alone-coming soon

TXT

Soobin

Sit here- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727391387890450432/soobin-one-shot?source=share

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727368090979057664/txt-soobin-audio-that-would-be-but-only?source=share

Yeonjun

Yes I know that he's my ex {part 1.} https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727486818705145856/yeonjun-x-reader?source=share

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727480265079980032/begging-for-a-yeonjun-audio-please?source=share

Beomgyu

Getting fucked hard. - coming soon

I'm yours?- coming soon

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/726951724395495424/beomgyu-smut-audio?source=share

Beomgyu thoughts- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/720944693800747008/beomgyu-thoughts?source=share

Tied up in your beauty- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/721034642858393600/beomgyu-x-reader?source=share

I just wanna sit back and watch my princess ride my thigh- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/725318404227088384/beomgyu-one-shot?source=share

Taehyun

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727098027450433536/taehyun-smut-audio?source=share

Teasing terry till he can't take it - https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/724845872324722688/taehyun-x-reader?source=share

Kai

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727366594374828032/idk-if-anyone-has-asked-for-this-but-can-you-do-a?source=share

Multi member

Oh think you can handle both of us cutie~?- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/725264984103321600/oh-you-think-you-can-handle-both-of-us-cutie?source=share

Stray kids

Bangchan

Smut audio. 1 https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727076612261216256/bangchan-smut-audio-reminder-this-is-just?source=share

Smut audio. 2 https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727543853151830016/my-god-please-please-please-please-please-please?source=share

Lee know

Kitten- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/720785308490268672/lee-know-x-reader?source=share

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727348807422148608/pls-we-need-a-leeknow-smut-audio-itd-be-so-hot?source=share

Changbin

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727387597370966016/pls-omg-im-begging-for-a-changbin-smut-audio?source=share

Hyunjin

Smut audio. 1- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/726900231259701248/hyunjin-smut-audio-im-working-on-a-ton-of?source=share

Smut audio. 2- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727474107258699776/can-i-request-a-smut-audio-of-hyunjin-eating-you?source=share

If love was poison we would drink it anyway part. 1- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/721217899586519040/hyunjin-x-reader?source=share

Han

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727177363865157632/han-smut-audio?source=share

Chocolate- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/718202900375126016/chocolate-han-one-shot-genre?source=share

Felix

Im just doing my job p.1- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/721096422556057600/felix-x-reader-part-1?source=share

Just friends p.2 -https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727546788001808384/felix-x-reader?source=share

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/726866556415541248/felix-smut-audio-reminder-this-is-just-for?source=share

Your body- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/719659422178213888/lee-felix-one-shot?source=share

Seungmin

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/727011817433563136/seungmin-smut-audio?source=share

I.N

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/726296426604265472/jeongin-smut-audio?source=share

Rainism- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/718788754293374976/rainism?source=share

If only it were a birdie- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/719588116596490240/jeongin-x-reader?source=share

Multi member

Love bites- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/726118441796435968/love-bites?source=share

Hypersexual reaction- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/721846304387547136/stray-kids-reaction?source=share

P1harmony

Theo

Ex? Part. 1- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/720605830566838272/theo-one-shot?source=share

Keeho

Smut audio- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/726926448581099520/keeho-smut-audio-smth-about-this-audio-got?source=share

Cutie- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/723232924671082496/keeho-x-reader?source=share

Its okay I love you- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/719322771955548160/keeho-x-reader?source=share

Lingerie- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/720236949078736896/keeho-x-reader?source=share

Jiung

Warming you up- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/723645750345613312/jiung-x-reader?source=share

Bf headcanons- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/724135357052026880/dating-jiung-would-include?source=share

Soul

Bath time- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/718432920946278400/bath-time?source=share

Multi member

Not any yet.

BTS

Jungkook

Morning routine- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/720376159037259776/jungkook-x-reader?source=share

Euphoria- https://www.tumblr.com/sugawhaaa/719494297616072704/jungkook-x-reader?source=share

KINKTOBER 2023

-Coming soon

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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LITERALLY IN LUV WITH UR WORKS??????

could i request a monster trio + ace (and any other character you’d like) reacting to their y/n throwing it back on them during one of their end-of-saving-a-country banquet ???

take your time 🫂

A/N: Got me blushin and shiiii skskskssk thank u sm! But I gotchu I gotchu thank u:)

One Piece Men Reacting to You Shaking Your Ass/Grinding On Them

Ft. Monster Trio + Ace

CW: I—idk I guess some sex is insinuated, but not described i—

Luffy

Y’all know that one little animation they did of all the strawhats dancing and Luffy, Brook, Sanji, and even Chopper was thrusting their hips in the air?

Yeah that’s what he is doing to you as you all dance.

You didn’t think Luffy could move like that it was kinda hot so when he pulled you and started to thrust upwards you knew it wasn’t him trying to be sexual but it was a bit of a turn on none the less.

You felt his arms stretch twice around your waist to pull you closer to his pelvis

You wasn’t sure if he was being intentional with that or not

He began to dry hump you at this point and you all were having fun and so you said why not

“Y/N!”

Luffy laughed with a huge smile on his face looking down to feel your butt twerk on him.

It felt so good to him feeling you in between the fabric

Both of your bodies was on beat to the music and nobody seemed to have noticed their captain practically fucking you through your clothes

“Y/N!…can we go somewhere private and finish?”

You didn’t know what he meant by finish until you turned to see a small tent in his pants

Zoro

He’s not much of a dancer, but you really wanted him to be

“No.”

“Just one song!”

He’d rather drink himself half into a coma.

You stayed on his lap for most of the night but you had an itch to dance.

You were so focused on the party scene you didn’t realize what you were doing.

“Y/N!”

“Hm?”

His face was flustered, you assumed because he was drinking but you remembered he doesn’t get drunk. His arm was tightly wrapped around you, dull nails digging in the fat of your stomach

The entire time you were grinding and shaking your hips on his dick KSHSGDSOSK

He didn’t know you could move your hips like that and he enjoyed the show for a second until he felt himself get hard

“Why don’t you show me those moves in my room?”

“…Gatta dance with me on the dance floor once though.”

“No.”

“Then no pussy.”

“I DONT LIKE TO DANCE Y/N!”

Sanji

Well if you wanted to kill him then you got it.

It was all just innocent swaying of the hips, until you started to feel the music a little too much

You began to grind and twirl your lower body against Sanji as he was behind you.

His eyes did not leave your ass shaking on his dick it was so beautiful and tantalizing

You suddenly felt a tight heavy weight against your back and waist and you stopped

Mf was Like that gif above but on your back.^^

“Oh Y/N you feel so a-amazing! I love you so much! —please marry me we can make so many babies!— I love you please don’t stop! I love you! Marry me please! Your body is the b-best! I am in h-Heaven!”

You just stopped dancing at this point but he kept blabbering for the next two minutes with the tightest grip you could ever feel from him.

He doesn’t even grip this hard when y’all have sex

You had to get Usopp and Frank to pry him off of you because you felt your dress rising way too high but you couldn’t move your arms due to a certain blonde.

He asks you to dance with him everyday now

Ace

Poor boy creamed his pants.

You were already wearing his favorite short skirt with a red thong under it and when he pulled you into dance his hands were rubbing all on you.

You started to move your hips laughing with him

His face was so flustered when you turned around and just shook what your mama gave you fr.

“F-FUCK!”

You felt risky with him rubbing your sides and inching closer to your butt each time you bent over and started to shake.

Biggest mistake

Ace was already a bit drunk so he started to dry hump you a little.

And by a little I mean a lot

You had to stop because you felt the bottom of your butt feel kinda damp?

“Wait wait don’t turn around just…common.”

He did indeed take you back to his room and that’s when you found out about the mess he made before of you

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allfoolsinluv · 1 year

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Closer

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: You and Joel grow closer after you arrive in Boston.

Word Count: 5.4k

Rating: Explicit, 18+. Minors DNI.

Warnings: canon-typical violence/death, assault, lil bit of angst, lowkey pining, getting together, fwb-to-lovers, soft!Joel Miller, alcohol consumption and drug use, explicit sex (fingering, unprotected p-in-v, f receiving oral, lil bit of consenual somno, dom/sub vibes, dom!Joel, sub!reader, teasing, rough sex, spit play, come play, dirty talk like WHOA, soft aftercare, i thiiiiiiink that's it idk i might have missed something bc there is A LOT here ok)

A/N: ok so i saw this gifset and the last gif took me OUT then I heard Closer by Nine Inch Nails on tik tok and my inner whore took over and she wrote this. The chokehold this man has on me is REAL and MIGHTY. anywho my first pedro boy fic! huge huge HUGE shoutout & thank u to @pedrito-friskito for looking this over for me 🥺💗 luv u bby

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Things between you and Joel had started out simple enough.

You’d met him not long after you’d arrived in Boston, during your first shift disposing of infected bodies. He kept to himself, not interacting with you beyond a curt nod of acknowledgment when you introduced yourself at the beginning of the day. But you hadn’t missed the way his eyes stayed on you throughout your shared shift. His gaze was curious, almost, like he was studying you. You hadn’t blamed him for it, even though he did kind of make you feel like a bug under a microscope; you were a newcomer, and newcomers often meant trouble. He hadn’t seemed like the type of guy that took too kindly to trouble.

The next few shifts you’d spent beside him went much like the first. He’d barely speak to you—if he even spoke at all—and kept an eye on you as you worked. As your time in Boston went on and as you continued to work more shifts with him, the intensity he watched you with seemed to lessen. For whatever reason, Joel Miller decided you weren’t a threat.

He’d warmed up to you after that, as much as it was possible for him to warm up to anybody. He would no longer ignore your greetings, offering you gruff heys and hellos. He’d sit with you in silence whenever you were allowed to take a break from working. He'd even started to walk you home after your shifts. When you'd asked him why the first time it happened, he'd told you that your apartment was on his way home. You wouldn’t have called yourselves friends, per se, but you both were definitely more agreeable with each other than you were with anybody else in Boston.

He was with you the first time you saw a public execution take place in the city center. One of your neighbors had been caught outside past curfew one too many times, an offense she would pay for with her life. You hadn’t known her very well, but hearing her name be called out and watching her life end before your very eyes was enough to break something in you. You’d been delusional to think that things on the inside were going to be any better than they were on the outside.

Joel watched you watching your neighbor hang, taking note of the way your eyes widened and your breath drew short at the sight. When her body stopped flailing and the life had finally been drained from her, he placed a rough hand on your shoulder. When you startled at the contact and turned to look at him, he nodded his head in the direction of your apartments.

“Come on,” he’d said. You’d simply nodded in response, following him out of the crowd and away from your dead neighbor.

The two of you walked side-by-side in silence, not much different than when he’d walk you home any other day. When you got to your apartment building, though, he didn’t stop like he normally did. He kept walking until he realized you were no longer next to him.

“You coming or what?” he asked, head cocked and a hand on his hip. You’d looked between him and your building in confusion.

“This is my apartment.”

“Yeah,” he said as he approached you once again. “But we’re making a stop at mine first. Got something for you.”

The thought of Joel Miller having something for you sent a flurry of nerves and butterflies swirling in your stomach. It’d been so long since you had any kind of companionship, it was nice to be thought of by someone else. You tried not to let your emotions show as you nodded your head.

“Okay, then. Lead the way.”

You weren’t sure what to expect when Joel had told you he had something for you, but whiskey and some pills weren’t it. Not that you were going to complain about them, though—it’d been too long since you’d had or done anything to turn your brain off. He didn’t say anything as he poured each of you a glass and put a pill in your hand. You’d swallowed the pill and the whiskey in one go. Joel poured you another glass without question.

The two of you sat in silence for a long while, side-by-side on his couch as you drank. The whiskey had burned as it went down your throat and settled into your stomach. It felt good.

After you’d polished off your third glass, you put the cup on the table in front of you with a heavy sigh. You sunk back into the couch and closed your eyes, saying softly, “This place is a fucking nightmare.”

The feeling of Joel’s hand on your thigh made your eyes pop open. You’d looked down at his hand on your leg, your breath hitching at the sight. When you looked up, you found him already looking at you, the pain in his eyes evident. “It is.”

You fucked for the first time on his couch that day. The whiskey and the pill and the vulnerability had loosened you both up enough to just let go. He’d pulled you into his lap, shoved his hand into your jeans, and made you come on his fingers before he pulled your pants down your legs and fucked every thought out of your head.

When it was over, after he’d made you come again and pulled out to finish in his fist, you’d climbed off of him and sat back, catching your breath. He’d cleaned his hand off and silently reached over to help you pull your jeans back into place. He’d stood from the couch and held out a hand to pull you up. It went without saying that he’d walk you home.

It went on like that for a while. Whenever things became too much for either of you or the thoughts in your heads got too loud, you’d find each other and drown out the noise with whiskey, pills, and sex. It was far from romantic—you never stayed long after it was over, it was never soft or sweet, he’d never even kissed you —but it didn’t need to be. There was no place for romance in the world you lived in.

Things changed, though, the day you were jumped and nearly left for dead on the street.

It’d been one of the rare days in which you worked a shift without Joel, the availability of jobs just not lining up to pair the two of you together. You were cutting it close to curfew, the sun steadily setting as you made your way back to your apartment. You were only a couple of blocks away from home when it happened.

You hadn’t noticed you were being followed until it was too late. Large, rough hands grabbed your body and pulled you roughly into an alleyway. You tried to push the guy off, swinging your elbow back into his gut, kicking your feet out to throw him off balance. It was no use, though—he threw you to the ground, hard, as if you’d weighed nothing to him.

You hit the ground with a huff, the shock and pain of it dulling your reflexes enough to allow him to get on top of you before you could pull yourself up and scramble away. You finally saw his face, the light gone from his eyes as he gripped the lapels of your jacket and shook you.

“Give me your ration cards, bitch,” he seethed at you. You didn’t even know this guy and here he was, shaking you down as if you owed him something.

“Fuck you,” you spat in his face.

He hadn’t taken too kindly to your disrespect, letting go of one side of your jacket to punch you in the face. The feeling of his knuckles connecting with the skin of your cheek and taste of blood on your tongue made you groan. He’d pulled his arm back to throw another punch, but before his fist even had the chance to come into contact with you again, the weight of his body was thrown off of you.

When you’d looked up at the scene unfolding in front of you, the last person you’d expected to see was Joel. There he was, on top of your attacker just like he’d been on top of you, delivering blow after blow to his face. You’d never seen him like that before, lost to the violence, although you’d known he was capable of it. It didn’t scare you like you might’ve thought it would. It was almost comforting, in a way, to know what he’d be willing to do to protect you.

Just when you’d begun to think that Joel wouldn’t stop until the man was dead, he’d grabbed him by the collar and brought him close to his face. “If I ever see you around her again, you’re a dead man. You understand me?”

Weakly, the man had nodded his head, a wet cough bubbling out of his throat. Joel released him roughly as the man spit up blood onto the asphalt below him. He turned to you, the fury leaving his eyes in an instant as he took in your disheveled state.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, rushing over to help you up. You stood with a wince, grateful he was letting you rest most of your weight against him as he held you and guided you out of the alleyway. “Need to get you off the streets before curfew.”

He guided you to your apartment, getting you both inside and locking the door behind you with just a few minutes to spare. You plopped down onto the couch with a groan while Joel grabbed your bottle of whiskey and the only rag you had to clean up your busted lip and the cut on your cheek. It was silent as he worked, save for the initial hiss of pain you’d let out when the alcohol first touched your open wounds. He was gentle with you, gentler than you thought him capable of.

When he finished, he dropped the rag onto the ground and cupped your face in both of his hands. The two of you had stared at each other for a long moment before he’d sighed, leaning forward to place his forehead on yours. Your eyes had fluttered shut as you felt his breath fan out against your face, your hands coming up to take ahold of his wrists.

“I should have been with you,” he whispered roughly. You shook your head at that, opening your eyes to find his screwed tightly shut. He kept talking, “I was outside your door, waitin’ for you to get back, but when you didn’t show up, I knew something was wrong. I should have just fucking been there to walk you home, to keep you safe.” Your hands moved up his arms to the back of his neck, your fingers tangling lightly in the curls of his hair.

“You were, Joel,” you whispered back, his eyes opening to meet yours, seeing the sincerity in them. “You saved me. Protected me. You were there when I needed you.”

He kissed you, then. He pulled you in close to him, softly pressing his lips to yours, mindful of the cut there. Your eyes had closed again, and you couldn’t have stopped the soft whimper you let out at the feeling of his lips against yours even if you had tried.

Sex with him was different that night. He carried you to your bed and stripped you slowly, taking in the sight of your body underneath him. He hadn’t been rough or hard or fast. It was soft and almost syrupy sweet, the way he held you and made you come apart with his fingers and his cock. His lips never strayed too far from yours, as if the thought of not kissing you while he fucked you was too painful to bear. You hadn’t minded it, though—you’d felt the same way.

When it was over, he cleaned you up and helped you re-dress. After he put his own clothes back on, he crawled back into your bed and pulled you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head as you slowly drifted to sleep with your head against his chest. As you fell asleep, you knew in the back of your mind that things between the two of you would never be the same come morning time.

You became his and he became yours.

Nearly eight months had passed since that night. Now, you’ve abandoned your apartment for someone else to take over, having moved all of your meager belongings into Joel’s place. You spent most of your little free time there anyways, and he felt more at ease knowing that you were coming home to him, instead of by yourself.

It’s a rare day in which neither of you were able to pick up a shift, all of the work slots for the day having been filled before either of you had gotten a chance to sign up for something. Not that either of you mind it, though—sometimes it’s nice to have a day off to spend together.

Joel, apparently, has been planning on making the most of your day off. He wakes you up with his tongue between your thighs and his hands holding your hips down on the ratty mattress. You come quickly, nearly reaching your peak while still half asleep, and the force of your orgasm hitting you fully wakes you up. He places soft kisses to the insides of your trembling thighs, looking up at you with an almost boyish glint in his eyes as you huff out a soft laugh.

“Well, good morning to you, Mr. Miller,” you say with a smile, one of your hands drifting down to cup his cheek.

He grins at you—a rare sight these days—as he turns his head to place a wet kiss to the inside of your palm. “Mornin’. Nice wake-up call?”

“The best,” you giggle, moving your hand up into his hair and giving it a tug. He groans at the feeling, his eyes going a little glassy. “Now come up here and kiss me.”

You don’t need to tell him twice. He moves up your body, placing soft nips and kisses to your skin over the thin t-shirt you’re wearing. When he reaches your mouth, you kisses you fully and deeply, wasting no time in letting his tongue trace your bottom lip. You open up to him eagerly, moaning into him at the feeling of his tongue against yours.

He kisses you until you can’t breathe, only pulling away when you tug harshly on his hair. A thin string of saliva connects your lips to his, and he watches with rapt attention as your tongue pokes out to wipe it away. When his eyes finally flick back up to reach yours, you hit him with a playfully questioning glare.

“How’d you get my pants off without waking me up, anyways?”

He grins at you again as he grinds his own denim-clad hips down against yours, the rough material catching against your clit just right to pull a soft, needy moan from your lips. Joel bends down to kiss you again, laughing softly when you chase his lips as he pulls away.

“I have my ways, darlin’.” He plucks at your shirt and asks, “Can I take the rest of it off now?”

With a nod, you lift your arms above your head, allowing him to pull the fabric from your body. Once your shirt is off and on the floor, Joel moves to unclasp your bra, but you playfully swat at his hand and shake your head.

“Nuh-uh, you gotta take somethin’ off first. You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Joel rolls his eyes at you but complies with your request, deftly unbuttoning his shirt and pushing both his jeans and his underwear off. You can’t help but bite your lip at the sight of him, gloriously naked in front of you. His cock is hard and flushed red, a pearl of pre-come beading at the tip. You sit up on the bed, preparing to lean forward and take him into your mouth, the thought of tasting him practically making you drool. He stops you though, pushing lightly on your shoulder until you’re laying back down, allowing him to crawl over you once more.

“Nuh-uh,” he grumbles, mocking your earlier tone. “Now who’s wearing too many clothes?”

You huff and quickly remove your bra, throwing it to the ground with the rest of your discard clothes. Once you’re finally fully naked, you try to reach out and take him in your hand. He’s faster than you though, taking both of your wrists in one of his and pinning them above your head.

He bends down to nudge your nose with his, angling your mouth just right for him to kiss you. It’s so sensual, the way he easily slips his tongue into your mouth and takes your breath for his own. You could kiss him for hours. He pulls away and starts to pepper soft kisses across your cheek and down your jaw, until his lips reach your ear.

“I’ll give you what you want later, baby, I promise. I’ll put my cock in your pretty little mouth and let you suck your fill,” he rasps into your ear, the roughness of his whisper and the promise of his words sending a shiver down your spine and whimper out of your mouth. “But that’s not what I want right now. D’ya wanna know what I want?”

He sits up to look at you, his pupils blown wide as he takes in your trembling figure. You let out a soft yes as you nod your head.

“Right now, I wanna feel your pussy come all over my fingers. Then, when you’re nice and wet and fuckin’ gagging for it, I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you, real slow, and fuck you until you cry. When you just can’t take anymore, I wanna pull out and come all over your pretty tits. Can I do that to you, darlin’? Will you let me?”

You’re uncomfortably wet, can feel your slick practically leaking out of you and sliding down to wet the sheet underneath you. The arousal his words have stirred up in your belly is nearly unbearable, and you almost headbutt him with the force in which you nod your head.

“Fuck, yes, Joel, you can. You can do it all, whatever you want.”

He chuckles at you and leans down to kiss you again, quick and dirty. “Barely even touched you, and you’ve already gone cockdumb. My needy girl.” His eyes flick up to where he’s still holding your hands above your head. “If I let you go, are you gonna behave?”

“I’ll be good, Joel, promise,” you say quickly.

He nods once and lets go of your wrists, looking pointedly at you to make sure you keep them there. Once he’s sure you’re not going to try and get ahead of yourself, he lets himself touch you. His rough hands drag down your arms and to your ribcage, his thumbs lightly stroking your skin. He slides his palms up to cup both of your breasts, his thumbs now working over your nipples in light strokes. The moan that you let out would have embarassed you if you weren’t so turned on. You start to squirm as Joel gets a little bit rougher with you, but you obey his silent command to keep your hands where they are.

You almost grab at him when he leans down to take the hardened bud of one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling sloppily around it while he rolls and pinches the other between his fingers. You catch yourself at the last second, though, stopping yourself from winding your fingers into his hair.

Joel lets go of your nipple with a lewd pop and kisses his way back up to your mouth while his hands slides down your body. He takes your bottom lip in between his teeth at the same time he cups your pussy, sliding his middle finger through your wet folds. He chuckles darkly at the way your hips buck against him and how you struggle to keep your hands where he told you.

“Messy girl,” he murmurs against your cheek, pecking you there. “Let’s see if I can make an ever bigger mess a’ya.”

“Fuck,” you gasp as he easily slides two of his fingers inside of you. Your cunt clenches at the feeling of him working you open, his fingers move in slow, even strokes.

“Feels good, don’t it, honey?” Joel teases. “You like the way I fuck you with my fingers?”

You whimper in response, nodding your head weakly. He angles his hand to rub against the spot that nearly knocks the breath from you, his palm grinding against your clit. Your back arches off the bed with a hoarse shout of Joel’s name. He groans against your skin at the way you tighten around his fingers.

“Oh fuck, Joel, please,” you whimper, trying to move your hips in time with his fingers. He uses his free hand to push you back down against the bed, keeping you from moving further. Joel leans down to nuzzle your throat, nipping lightly at the delicate skin there. He looks up at you, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Please what? Use your words for me, honey.”

You can’t help the whine of frustration you let out as you squeeze your eyes shut. It’s hard for you to find words when he’s fucking you so well with his fingers.

Joel slows his fingers nearly to a stop and your eyes pop back open in a panic. His face is stern as you rush to say, “Wait, no, no, no, please, don’t stop, I—”

“Use. Your. Words. What do you need?”

You take a deep breath and nod your head. “Can I touch you? Please? I promise I’ll be good, I just… I wanna feel you.”

Joel smiles at you now, leaning down to place a quick kiss to your lips. “Hands in my hair, honey. Keep ‘em there, understand?”

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. As soon as the words have left his lips, you’re tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to kiss you again. It’s filthy, all tongues and teeth. Joel starts to move his fingers inside of you again, gradually picking up the pace until he’s back to his original speed. You moan into his mouth, your brows furrowed in pleasure.

You can feel your orgasm building in your core, the coil winding tighter and tighter as Joel’s fingers work inside of you. Joel pulls away from your lips, letting you guide him to rest forehead against yours. It’s a struggle to keep your eyes open, but you force yourself to, wanting to watch the way he watches you. He looks almost as far gone as you feel.

“I can tell you’re close,” Joel rasps. “Your pussy’s squeezing my fingers. Can’t wait to feel you do that around my cock. You gonna come for me, sweet thing?”

He starts to move his fingers a little faster, rubbing against you a little bit harder. The extra friction tears a sob from your throat. You can’t help the way a few tears well up in your eyes, the pleasure Joel is giving you bordering on overwhelming. Your orgasm is so close, your body tightening against him while your thighs starts to shake from the sensation. You nod your head, a whispering chant of yeses falling from your lips.

“Go on then, baby. Come for me.”

Joel's words send you over the edge, coming hard around his fingers and pulling almost painfully at his hair. Your moans are obscenely loud, and if you had any wits left about you, you’d be embarrassed by your volume. But you don’t and you’re not. The only thing you care about in this moment is the feeling of Joel’s fingers working you through an earth-shattering orgasm, the pleasure flowing all throughout your body. You don’t even notice the tears that have fallen from your eyes until Joel’s kissed them away.

You whimper as Joel slowly pulls his fingers from you once your body has settled back down and your breathing has returned to normal. You release the grip you have on his hair, letting your hands drift down the sides of his neck to curl around his shoulders. He holds his hand up for you to see, his fingers wet with you. You watch, mesmerized, as he spreads his fingers, your slick webbing between them.

"Look at what a pretty mess you made of my hand," he murmurs as his eyes move from his fingers to you. "Better clean it up, yeah?"

Silently, you nod your head and Joel begins to lower his fingers to your mouth. He starts softly, running his fingers along your bottom lip, coating it with you. When your mouth falls open with a pant, he takes the opportunity to push his fingers inside, rubbing along your tongue. Your lips close around his fingers with a whimper, relishing in the groan he lets out as you suck them clean.

He’s panting almost as hard as you are by the time he pulls his fingers from your mouth. You can tell he’s reached the end of his rope, has worked himself up almost too much teasing and playing with you. He takes his cock in his hand, hissing as he strokes himself a few times.

“Gotta fuck you now, honey,” he says roughly as he lines himself up at your entrance.

“Please, Joel,” you whimper, attempting to lift your hips to pull him into you. “I want it. Please.”

Joel practically growls as he pushes into you, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt. Your nails dig sharply into the skin of his shoulders, your back arching off the bed and a broken moan falling from your lips. Joel is big, and no matter how much he preps you, how wet he makes you, the feeling of his cock pushing inside of you is always overwhelming.

“Fu-uck,” you gasp, your walls clenching around him. His breathing is ragged, and you know it’s only a matter of seconds before he loses control and fucks you within an inch of your life. He stays still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. He meets your eyes, takes in the way you can barely keep them open, how your mouth is open as you try to catch your breath, the way your lips are a little swollen from the kisses and bites he’s given you. When you sluggishly blink back him and give him a blissed-out smile, he’s done for.

He pulls out nearly all the way before snapping his hips forward, hard, the force of it making you yelp and cling to him even further. The pace he sets is brutal, and you feel your body moving up the mattress with every stroke. Joel grunts above you, reaching one hand down to grip your thigh and pull your leg up higher on his torso. It allows him to hit inside of you even deeper, almost impossibly so, the change in angle making you clench around him.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re—” Joel grits out from behind his teeth, cutting himself with a shout when you clench around him again. “Fucking hell, you’re squeezin’ me so damn tight.”

He trails his hand from your thigh and up the side of your body, the feeling of his hand moving against your skin making you break out in goosebumps. His hand grips either side of your jaw, and with what little brain power you have left, you’re captivating by how big hands are.

Your train of thought is broken, though, by Joel’s face coming closer to yours. You think he’s holding you in place to kiss you, but instead his fingers squeeze, forcing your mouth open.

“Stick your tongue out,” he pants at you. When you don’t comply right away, his order taking a moment longer than it normally would to process in your brain, he squeezes you harder, nearly snarling, “Now.”

You stick your tongue out and when you do, Joel leans down and spits into your mouth. Your eyes go wide at the feeling of it on your tongue, a wrecked moan slipping out. He lets go of your jaw and instead shoves his fingers back into your mouth, his digits moving in time with his hips. You gag a little on his fingers, a few more tears building and falling from the corner of your eyes in quick succession.

When Joel pulls them out, a trail of your spit connects his fingers to your lips. He grumbles a rough “fuck,” before moving his hand down to where your bodies are connected. His spit-slick fingers begin to rub fast circles against your aching clit, the shock of it making you shout and tighten around him.

“Jesus fucking christ, Joel,” you cry out. “Fuck, don’t stop, please, I’m so close.”

“Not gonna stop. Need to feel you come around my cock. Come on, baby. Let me have it.”

“Yes, fuck, I’m gonna come,” you moan with a nod. Your orgasm had been building steadily, each of Joel’s rough thrusts dragging perfectly against your walls to send you higher and higher. With his slick fingers now on your clit, you felt you could snap at any moment.

Joel must’ve felt it before you did, yours walls tightening like a vice around him, making his hips stutter and pulling a low groan from his chest. Your whole body tenses up beneath him, the air knocked from your lungs, before everything releases. The waves of pleasure rolling through your body are intense and overwhelming, a wailing moan falling from your lips. You’re practically sobbing beneath him, unable to hear him talk you through it over the pounding in your ears.

He works you through it as best as he can, only managing to stay inside of you for a few more thrusts before the feeling of your fluttering cunt becomes too much for him. He pulls out of you abruptly and takes himself in his hand, working his cock as he lets your legs fall back down to the bed and quickly shuffles up your body to straddle your torso.

“Look’it you, all pretty and fucked out for me,” Joel grunts, his fist working his cock faster and faster. “You always take me so well. Let me use you how I want. God, you’re fucking—” His hips stutter and he moves to grip the base of his cock as he lets go, coming over your tits. You moan as the feeling of his warm spend hits your chest. A flicker of arousal lights in your core at the sight of him marking you.

“Perfect,” he finishes with a groan, stroking himself a few final times. When he’s milked his cock dry, he turns and flops down next to you on the bed, gathering you into his arms and pulling you against him. He doesn’t care that his come hasn’t even finished drying against your skin, that it’s getting all over him. All he wants right now—knows all you need right now—is for him to hold you in his arms. He leans down to press a few soft kisses to the crown of your head.

The two of you are silent for a while, taking the time to bask in the after glow and let your hearts and breathing return to normal. You snuggle down further into Joel’s chest, feeling your eyes growing heavy with fatigue. You blink slowly a few times, letting them fall shut.

“You fallin’ asleep on me, honey?” Joel asks you, the soft rumble of his voice lulling you even further.

You hum wordlessly, too exhuasted to try and formulate a response. His soft chuckle jostles you a little, but he settles quickly, pecking your head once again.

“Get some rest while you can, baby. ‘Cause it’s still early, and I ain’t done with you yet.”

It’s going to be a long day off for you.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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right there- alina baraz

summary: lazy day w miles (either 1610 or 42)

pairing: miles x black coded reader

w/c: 839

sum slight

warnings: lowk suggestive if you squint, fem (?) reader (miles refers to reader as ma and mama and princesa, but no use of pronouns so idk if it counts as fem reader), grammarly edited, but nothing really lmk if i missed something

published: august 7, 2023

song lyrics are italicized

ven aquí- come here, vení- come here (informal), princesa- princess

s/o @lunarfleur for this concept, luv u babycakes smooches

i get so caught up

The day had effortlessly slipped away, like sand through your fingers in a lazy, syrupy, and euphoric haze.

“Mama? baby?” Miles mumbles, his face halfway nuzzled into your stomach, his hands absent-mindedly kneading at your hips, listlessly raising his head to meet your half-lidded gaze, lifting your chin to meet his eyes.

“Mmm?”

“Ven aquí,”

might of forgot us, can you remind me?

His voice is a tired kind of raspy as he’s pressing his lips into yours in a mixture of lenience and hunger, his calloused hands cradling your cheeks, pulling away, and kissing your nose. Returning to his original position on your stomach, nuzzling his face into your stomach once again to watch an older CoryxKenshin video. Confused and blushing, you return to your copy of When Dimple Met Rishi, dreamily running your nails across his durag massaging his hair through the silky fabric.

His bedroom was a small oasis, far away from the usual Brooklyn noise, a quiet dream far far away from everything you were running away from. The dazey smog of cigarette smoke permanently hanging in the air of your apartment, the smog that got caught in the fibers of your clothes, irreversibly weaving its way into your braids. You’d evolved to the point that it smelled comforting, but at the same time, it was a permanent burden on your shoulders, the scent weighing your shoulders down.

tell me to come back, i got a lot on my mind

“Ma, come back,” he mumbles, pressing his face into your cheek. “Want another kiss,”

Laughing and leaning into his mouth, adjusting your face up to him, you comply. The kiss was a warm envelope, encasing the two of you in a heavy and exultant moment of obscurity.

i know it’s been a while, been a while, but i need you this time

The two of you pull away and you return to your book as he returns to the animated lull of his video. The two of you stay like that, kissing every couple of minutes and going back to your respective past times. It was moments like this that you savored, the tenderness of his room, the soft scent of peppermint oil mixed with sandalwood, and the delicate warmth of the musky cologne he wore like a second skin. He never wore too much though, enough for you to associate him with that smell and the light menthol of his chapstick. The boy did wonders on you, he and his mother had shown you the kind of love you’d only seen on old reruns of Love and Basketball, Poetic Justice, Love Jones, and The Preachers Wife when it aired during Christmas.

i’ll be in the city, get dressed don’t keep me waiting

Tender and loving, the kind of love the older woman preaches about on her doorstep, the one that’s like that one bible verse. The love in this boy's heart was patient and kind, comforting. A soft place to land, a small escape from everyday life. The kind that helps you take down your braids, and helps wash your hair. The kind where he’ll let you braid and unbraid his hair, gently raking your hands through his thick and luscious inky curls, half adoring his bed of curls, half detangling them.

can you be my shotgun? be my all-time, be the right one

His eyes are half-lidded as he glances up at you furtively, warily drinking in your beauty. The ethereal glow to your soft brown skin, the brown eyes that hide under your eyelashes with an alluring light to them. The eyes that never failed to make Miles’ heart skip a beat when he looked deep into them, his eyes pouring into you like hot wax in a candle.

“Whatchu need, baby?”

you ready? let me know

“Vení,” he whispers, eyes set low, drunk on lust, fatigue barely lining his eyes. As per routine, he reconnects the two of you, this time he’s above you one arm resting on the wall behind you. Deeping the kiss as he pulls you upward, he exhales a sharp, ragged, yet blissful breath. The kind that makes you pull back and look up at him quizzically.

“Everything okay, sueñito?”

“ ‘s all good ma,”

“You was just breathing all weird, is all,”

“ ‘m okay, princesa,”

“Okay,” you smile and exhale, angling up to him more.

ima need you right there

The youtube video is long forgotten, the book haphazardly discarded beside you, you softly tug his chain forward as he runs his hands along the side of your hoodie, his right hand finding yours and timidly fusing your hands together. Using your left hand, you gently run your fingers over his eyebrows, in an attempt to unfurrow them as he smiles and leans into you.

“You’re so beautiful, mama,” he mumbles into your lips, and then the two of you are lost in an enraptured oblivion.

ima need you right there, right there wimme

🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

taglist: @lunarfleur @hearts4hobie@mayeluvsu@nagi3seastorm @n1cole-ghost@hummusxx@milesmolasses@kombuuuu

xoxo,

rae <3

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apparentlytheproblem · 1 year

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𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- sirius black

a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite side charcters. requests are open darlins luv, thai

requested- yes

warnings- none i think-

siri my babygirl, he knows he's fine. he knows he is god and he is it and forever will be it. periodt.

so ik he comes of as a major flert and he seems to be so smooth. And i gotta tell you, its no facade

HE IS ALL THAT, HE IS THE SHIT

sirius black is smooth, like SMMOOTH. he can get anyone and he's aware which gives him way too much power.

BUT, romantic attraction? never heard of it, he's got no rizz when it comes to you, which gets him annoyed and just in frustration

he is such a simp he just doesnt know how to show it yet, give my boi sometime okay?

but once he knows that you like him too, the game has been changed. flipped. uno reverse.

he gets back all his confidence and cockiness, he loves being the only one who could get your attention and he basked in your glory

basically attention whore

his favourite thing is trying to see someone get in with you and just watch how they all fail miserably. He's the type to try ship both of you together when he knows you want him

its just that level of confidence

He's just so aware where he stands and that no one could touch him.

this black is our daily dosage of goth jock and a hint of princess

you would do his liner and mascara obviously and the rings- let me die. He'd have these fancy metal rings oml

listen, just listen: him w pretty black acrylic nails w starts on em

he'd play you the guitar cause why not. I think he would be pretty into music and sing you love songs and that's a love language son.

would steel your tiny tops and wear em like crops and he'd look so hot in them godamn.

my man is a chaser so I'd think he'd be pretty athletic. He's got the hair and the abs dang

you cannot convince me that sirius didn’t bite you to show affection. either its as a dog or as a full ass boy tryna bite you.

would 100% fight over the dumbest stuff w u. just bickering and bickering and bickering. i believe you guys would be so much fun to hang out with mwahh

he'd want to lie on your lap while you read, listen to music w u, take you to quiditch games, he'd want too go on walks and take naps.

his bike- him riding that would be so hot that you wanna ride him like that

he's so good u wish u could ride him like dat

would do you to your favourite song heheh

*added to the friend group*

you have a leash for him to remiend him his place. your bitch

walk him like a dog sis

he's the one who thinks only with his heart. he may have a smol brain but he has a huge heart

and in the end of the day that's what you love the most

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hyunsvngs · 7 months

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what do we think ab dad!skz

i think im extremely hormonal

chan: cutest dad like he’s just made for it!! the type to take them to the beach! i think you’d defo end up having multiple kids with him but he’d LOVE to have a kid he can play sports with. and he’d be so sweet on sports day!! shouting and embarrassing the kid LMFAO but hes just so so soft. christmas day waking up to the kids bouncing on your bed so excited and channie just scoops em up n cuddles them :(( oh my god

minho: the type to plot your downfall with your own child. definitely would be ever so soft if he had a little girl. i think he’d only want 1 or 2 but he’d be absolutely so cute with them!! he’d dress them up in dumb little cat costumes lmfao. also the type to take ur kid out for the day and they’d come back with 2 new cats and ur like ??? but minho’s like our baby wanted more :) when in reality it was him who convinced your child fml

changbin: oh god. those two would be like BALLS of energy!!!! the child would be doing gg dances as soon as it was able to walk ngl. and imagiiine binnie napping on the sofa with the baby curled up on his chest all cute :( he’d be so cuddly with his baby thats HIS baby and you two made that??? fuck?!?!? would luv if the baby looked like you too :(( so fucking cute. i think he’d maybe want a boy & a girl just like him n his sister bc they’re so close :))

hyunjin: finger painting. absolutely finger painting. you would have so many paintings of your baby’s hand next to hyunjin’s, getting bigger and bigger as it grows but never as big as hyune’s :(( andddd definitely cuddles and films in bed with the baby. endless selfies with the baby. the baby in versace clothes. all of these things would happen. annddd imagine he does a huge mural on your baby’s nursery wall :(( fuck. i think he’d want an army of little baby girls that he can dress up tbh

jisung: god i’m going insane so imagine him playing guitar with ur baby on his lap. he’s so the type to have the baby wear a matching bucket hat to him. also the type to text you when you’re out like “babe… so small… the baby’s so small…” and you’d just be like well yeah sungie? that tends to be the case? LMFAO. the baby would be so well dressed too. i also think jisung’s the type of dad to carry the baby around in a baby carrier on his back LMFOAHDJG. he’d def def want a kid he can teach guitar too and is interested in music but also imagine sungie as a dad and his baby painting his nails when it’s old enough:(( he’d LOVE that

felix: y’all already knew i was gonna say this: baking dates with the baby. baking with your lil toddler. ur little bean. they bake u a cake and when u get it there’s loads of little finger marks and ur like ?? and felix is just like well the baby wanted to try… LMFAOJDDJ definitely the type to take your baby to the playground CONSTNATLY and he’d take a million pics of the baby too. sending them to stays on bbl fr. they’d just be spammed with the baby wearing a massive pair of sunglasses or smth

seungmin: says to the baby “go and tell mommy she stinks” and the baby does it. partners in crime. i think he’d want a little boy but also imagine him with an evil little girl fml. his disciple. he’d have the baby in pochacco pyjamas and little bear onesies with the tails. just a little fucking bean. tbh u’d not be able to get a word in to ur baby bc the baby would be SUCHHH a daddy’s boy/girl. worships the fucking ground they walk on fr

jeongin: ohhhhh god. i think jeongin would be SUCH a good dad. i’ve briefly spoken about this before like how i think he’d be absolutely amazing bc he has a younger brother, he just has the natural abilities. carrying the child on his hip 24/7, singing the baby to sleep with a lullaby. cute mirror selfies maybe with the baby wearing innie’s massive shoes :( i KNOW he’d be a good dad.

#juno’s asks ♡#sweet baby anon #asks: ot8

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ventiswampwater · 1 year

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what have I done (to deserve this)

bo sinclair x afab!reader

rating: explicit

word count: 4k

Bo POV. It’s the day before Valentine’s. Bo goes shopping at a bargain outlet. In true romcom fashion, you’re there too.

Chance encounter meet-cute. Except it’s with the worst man this side of Baton Rouge. Sucks! But you get to make out with him! Hope that’s worth the incoming pain and misery, bestie!

Crossposted on AO3 here.

Very self-indulgent and GOOFY. A heaping dose of humor and general dumbassery. Big warning for Bo being Bo. We’re in his head and he is, as always, so stupid. Reader does not have a car for porn reasons. That’s it. She’s a public transportation whore for roadhead purposes. She’s also kind of annoying. And a bratty bimbo.

The title of this fic comes from the song “What Have I Done to Deserve This” by Pet Shop Boys. It’s just a jazzy lil 80′s track that I could 100% picture playing in a bargain outlet over shitty speakers. Bo’s on his Gen X shit.

I just wanted to write about Bo encountering a chick who immediately wanted to hoover him down. Ambiguous ending with some unsettling implications.

This fic is a birthday gift for @raccoonspooky! 🦝💝👻 MWAH!!! I LUV U!!! HAPPY BDAY!!!! HAPPY BIRF!!! DAY!!!! HERE’S STUPID!!!! 4 U!!!

The bargain outlet stretches out in front of him, large yellow signs hanging from the warehouse ceiling. Sales down every aisle, 25% off on all kitchenware. Music blares out of loudspeakers, spitting out a song that Bo hasn’t heard since high school.

He’s thinking of his mother again.

Packed into the family car, bumping down the road to the department store. Just the two of them. Mama would tell him that it was because he couldn’t be left alone, that he wasn’t trusted like Vincent was—up at the big old house, drawing his pictures and staying out of the way.

Time seemed to drag on days like that, plodding along ungainly as Trudy slowly perused shelves. It always felt like he would be stuck there indefinitely, rotting away in front of the floral baking sets and printed potholders. When people congregated around the racks, Bo would reach up and grab her hand. Surrounded with onlookers, she’d let him hold onto it.

Sometimes they’d pass by the toy aisles, but she never gave them more than a passing glance. These trips weren’t for him, after all. Despite that, he looked forward to them with an odd giddiness.

Bo couldn’t be alone, but Vincent couldn’t get this.

Vincent didn’t get to watch himself reflected in the shining glass of the displays that their mother stopped at, tutting over bottles of perfume. He didn’t get to see the chrome and glossy mirrors, the array of beautiful women with long nails behind the counter tops. It wasn’t for him.

Bo would return home smug, carrying Mama’s bags. He always made sure to catch his brother’s eye.

Look. Pay attention. This is mine, it’s all mine. It isn’t yours.

He got in trouble one day. He couldn’t remember for what. Whatever it was, she got angry, and the trips stopped.

That department store had long since been razed. There weren’t a lot of things that stayed the same. Tradition was lost and paved over, turned into this.

Picking up a basket, he makes his way to the back of the store.

The hardware section is pitiful. It always is.

Tools are strewn everywhere, each one emblazoned with illegible clearance stickers. They never have the shit that he needs here. He sifts through the pile of haphazardly stacked tools, pulling a wrench out. It’s a twelve-inch, decent weight. He wraps his hand around it and knocks it against his palm. It’ll do.

On his way out of the aisle, he snatches up two rolls of duct tape and a pack of braided nylon rope.

There are some things you can never have too much of.

He cuts through the clothing department.

A store display looms overhead, announcing another sale. A woman pouts out of the ad, the heaving curve of her breasts spilling out of black lace. He feels something under his foot. Bending down, he plucks a bra off the ground. There’s a boot print across the front, dirt smeared across the polka dots.

“Good afternoon, shoppers!” A voice crackles over the intercom. “Two-for-one deals comin’ in hot this holiday season—”

Trudy would hate this place, with its messily stacked piles of clothes and the incessant beeping of the registers. That’s part of the reason he’s here.

“Um. Excuse me.”

“Huh?” He blinks, jerking his head up.

“Sorry, I just…” You look at him quizzically, your lips pursed. You’re holding a bra that looks identical to the one in his hands, sans dirt. “Need to get…uh. Behind you.”

“Yeah, of course.” He shuffles to the side. “Go on.”

He flicks through the rack, shoving the ruined bra unceremoniously to the back.

“You buying a bra?”

“Yeah.” He says absently. “For my sister.”

“…You’re buying your sister a bra?”

He turns to look at you. Wrenched away from the padded curve of the bras, he finally has a chance to assess you. Cute.

“Sister-in-law.” He amends.

Your brow scrunches in confusion and you nod slowly, fidgeting with the bra in your hands.

“I’m just messin’ with you.” He smiles.

“Okay.” You huff out a perplexed laugh.

He’s rummaging through the detergent when he sees you again.

“We just keep running into each other.” You remark.

“Seems like it.” Gesturing at the duct tape and utility gloves in his basket, he flashes you a smile. “Gotta get some stuff for work.”

“You a plumber?”

“Uh, no.” He’s unable to hide the flicker of indignation that twitches his lip up into a sneer. “Mechanic.”

Your lips curves into an open-mouthed O and he glances down at your left hand. Finding your ring finger conspicuously bare, he files that away for later. It’s not like he gives a shit, but less collateral is less collateral.

“I run a station not far from here.”

“That’s cool.” You pick up a lint roller. “Well, nice to meet you.”

Bo finds you in the Valentine’s aisle. Or you find him. He can’t really tell.

“Are you followin’ me ‘round here, girl?” He shoots you a bemused smile. “You gonna tell me your name, stalkin’ me like this?”

“Maybe. What’s yours?”

“Bo.”

“You buying that for your sister-in-law too?” You nod towards the box of conversation hearts he’s holding. “Can’t imagine your brother likes that much.”

“Now, that’s where you’re wrong. We share everythin’.”

“Oh yeah?” You grab a box of chocolates off the shelf, placing it in your cart. “Seems messy.”

“She’s a lucky girl.”

“That depends.” You quip. “What’s your brother look like?”

He angles toward you, resting his hand on the shelf.

“We’re twins.”

Your eyebrows raise.

Couple months ago, he had one downstairs that kind of looked like you. Same hair color. He has a lock of it in one of the gas station drawers. Her ID’s in there too, but he doesn’t remember her name. He couldn’t place it at first, but that’s who you remind him of. Another version of you, maybe. You’ve got the prettier mouth, though.

“Surprised this one didn’t sell.” You pluck a card off the wire rack. A goose peers off of the paper, surrounded by hot pink lettering.

VALENTINE, WON’T YOU LET ME GET A GANDER…

You flip the card open. With a sigh, you hold it up so he can read it.

…AT THEM HONKERS.

“That’s a good one.” He nods appreciatively.

The food court is tucked into the corner of the store, a collection of neon signs and scuffed tables. The whole area smells gray, strings of cheap cheese and the lemony reek of industrial cleaner.

As he appraises the menu, he notices you at the drink fountain. When you turn, your eyes go wide.

“This isn’t what it looks like.” You exclaim.

“Huh.” He sighs. “Darlin’, you keep this up and I’ll have to call the cops.”

You open your mouth once, close it.

“You hungry?” He gestures toward the menu.

“You’re not from ‘round here, are ya’?”

“I’m just passing through.”

“Hmm.” He murmurs out his acknowledgment. “You should stick ‘round for a bit. Nothin’ like Mardi Gras in Baton Rouge. Family vacation?”

“No, it’s just me.”

He hides his laugh around a forced cough. Pinching at the bridge of his nose, he clears his throat.

“Sorry. Cigarettes.” He smiles at you. “I’m thinkin’ ‘bout quittin’.”

You chew idly at your slice of pizza, your eyes drifting over his face. He arches a brow.

“You like what ya’ see?”

“I’m not sure.” Your lips twist into a smile. “I’m still trying to figure that out.”

You have a lot of damn nerve.

“You do this a lot?” He fixes you with a pointed look.

“What? Go shopping?” There’s something so hopelessly dumb about your expression. You’re blank and brainless, an assortment of curves and painted-on prettiness in front of him.

He imagines paddles whacking the careening Ping Pong ball of your thoughts across your brain. A thought misses the paddle, ricocheting off the side of the board. Game over. Fiddle with some buttons, start over. Another one comes to take its place, bopping uselessly in your skull.

He’s met enough of your type that it shouldn’t surprise him, but somehow it always does. Someone this stupid shouldn’t be allowed to wander too far. And yet, here you are, all by yourself. Just you and your flimsy hold on rational thinking, wandering around his state.

If he hadn’t have met you here, lord knows what trouble you would’ve gotten into. You’d probably have wandered out into the bayou. Blinking all pretty, getting stuck in the muck. Wrenching open a gator’s mouth and stepping into it just because you were curious how many teeth it had.

He’d pay good money to watch that.

“Don’tchu act all shy ‘bout this. You know what I’m askin’.” He tears the straw wrapper into tiny pieces, his gaze trailing down your neck and onto your breasts. “Ya’ make a habit of goin’ ‘round and propositionin’ men in stores?”

You choke out a laugh, your eyes going wide.

“I’m not propositioning you!”

“Whatchu doin’ eatin’ my pizza, then?”

“What am I…doing…” Your eyes twinkle with barely contained glee. You muffle a laugh around another bite of pizza. “…Eating…your pizza?”

“Yeah.” He leans back in the chair. “Ya’ seem pretty happy to be sittin’ right there. Eatin’ my pizza.”

“You’re very cute.” You wipe your mouth off with a napkin, staring pointedly at his hands.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Grabbing a slice of pizza, he takes a bite.

It’s awful. Grimacing, he manages to swallow it down. Glancing down at it in disgust, he lets it fall limply back into the box. It takes him a moment before he remembers to readjust his face into one of tranquility, winking over at you.

“You know what.” You deliberate for a second, your eyes darting to his lips. “I think I am propositioning you.”

“There’s a theater next to my shop.” He smirks. “You wanna catch a movie?”

“I don’t wanna interrupt your work.”

“I got all the time in the world, honey.” He winks. “Truck’s outside.”

“You’re not gonna kill me, are you?” You rest your chin against your palm.

“Not yet.” He shakes his head. “Hardly know ya’ yet. That’d be jumpin’ the gun.”

“Alright. Fuck it.” You grin. “Let’s go.”

Standing in line at the register, he reaches into your cart and snatches out the box of chocolates.

“Hey!” You put your hands on your hips. “What are you…”

“Ya’ think I’m gonna make a girl buy her own chocolate? What I look like to you?”

You move to say something, your eyes glittering.

“If ya’ say plumber—” He gives you with a sharp look, narrowing his eyes. “I’ll tan your hide.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” You stage-whisper, loading up the belt with items.

“Goddamnit, girl. Let’s get you outta this fuckin’ store.”

Pulling down a side road, he parks the truck.

“Hand me that, would ya’, baby?”

Rustling in the bag, he pulls out the box of chocolates. Ripping the plastic off, he tugs the lid open. He takes a bite of one. Cheap, shitty chocolate. Puts it back in its slot. Picks up another one and takes another bite. Caramel, but it’s still—

“You wanna give me my chocolate back?” You tap on his arm.

“Sorry, darlin’. I bought it. It’s mine.” He smirks at you. “Maybe if ya’ ask all pretty, I’ll give ya’ one.”

Your mouth falls open in shock and you let out a frustrated huff.

“That’s not fair!” You exclaim. “You lied.”

“Lyin’? Nah. Just omittin’ some details, sugar. It’s how we do it down here in Louisi—”

You clamor into his lap, making a grab at the chocolate. Popping one in your mouth, you bug your eyes out at him.

“Bad girl.” He tosses the box onto the dashboard. Reaching up, he grabs your chin, pulling you closer.

You taste like chocolate when he kisses you, his hand slipping down your jaw to tighten around your neck. You hum happily into his mouth, your hands on his shoulders. He can feel your breath under his fingers, the pulsing hammer of your heartbeat against his palm.

You’re always so close to death, to all that red and heat underneath, and you don’t even notice. He could press down a little more, constrict your airflow. Make it hurt. You need that, don’t you? You don’t have any fuckin’ structure. Leave you with your throat burning, your eyes swollen with tears. Make you thank him for that.

“I don’t really do this.” You murmur against his lips.

“Whatchu doin’ right now, then?”

You laugh, a breathless little noise. He reaches back and gathers your hair together at the back of your head. When he tugs your head back, you gasp.

“How bad ya’ want it?”

“I—” Discomfort flashes over your face. “Wait, um. Hold on. This is really awkward, but—”

You readjust yourself in his lap and he drops his hand, watching as you reach under your shirt. Biting down on your bottom lip, the strap of your bra slips down your shoulder. Working it through the sleeves of your shirt, you blow out a huff of relief. Stretching your arms to extricate the loops, you tug it free, tossing it onto the floor of his truck.

You turn back to him with a bashful smile.

“Movin’ fast, girl.”

"The wire's been digging into me all day.” You shake your head, glancing over your shoulder at your discarded bra. “I needed to get a new one, but—I got kinda distracted."

"And whose fault is that?"

You look at him curiously, as if his question is strange. You lean forward and flick at the brim of his cap, smiling.

"Well, yours, technically."

“Don’t see how that tracks.” He leans back onto the headrest.

“You distracted me.” Your voice goes high-pitched and melodic, a sing-song lilt that makes his hand tighten into a fist at his side.

He exhales, snorting out a laugh.

“You know what?”

“What?” You tilt your head, raising your brows.

“I changed my mind. I’m killin’ ya’.”

You blow a raspberry at him, rolling your eyes.

“Not yet, c’mon.” You whine, dropping kisses down the bridge of his nose. “It’s like you said. We haven’t even gotten to know each other yet!”

“You’re tryin’ my fuckin’ patience, girl.”

“Good.”

You’re a bratty fuckin’ thing. Untrained, not an ounce of discipline in you. You rock your hips against him, wetting your bottom lip. Tart and wild, a stubbornness coasting under your skin. He wonders how long you’ll be able to hold onto all that sass. What he’ll have to do to make sure you lose it. He can’t wait to see you cry—you’ll taste sweeter then, curled up inside yourself.

What kind of fuckin’ coincidence.

“Look at’chu.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

“What’d you say? Take a picture, it’ll last longer?”

“Oh, don’tchu worry, baby. I will.” He grins. “Gotta get you all warmed up first, though.”

Slipping his hand between your legs, he rubs at you through your jeans.

“You’re not fucking me in your truck.” With a giggle, you still his hand, tugging it back onto your hip.

“You gonna try to stop me?”

“Um, yeah.” A shriek of laughter spills out of your mouth and the movement rocks your body against his lap. “Anybody could see us!”

“Ya’ gonna tell me that’s what you’re worried about?” He squints at you, squashing down the glare that threatens to darken his features. Not yet. “After grindin’ on my lap like that?”

“Look, I’ve got a better idea.” Shimmying off his lap and onto the passenger seat, you grin at him. “When’s the movie?”

“The movie?” It takes a moment before the realization hits him. Scrubbing a hand over his mouth, he clears his throat. “Oh, uh—an hour.”

“And how far away is it?”

“Uh, twenty, thirty minutes.”

“Well. I don’t wanna miss it.” You tilt your head, raising a brow. “What if there’s a line?”

“There ain’t gonna be a line.” He says definitively, a wave of exhaustion settling over him.

“You don’t know that.” You laugh. “Anyway. I think…you should drive us there. Now. So we have time.”

He’s barely started the truck back up when he feels your hands at his belt, undoing the loop.

“The fuck you doin’?”

“Trust me.” You unzip his fly, pulling him out of his boxers.

You could be sweet if you wanted. All sugar. It’s easier that way, but you won’t want it easy. You’ll make him fight you for it.

You work your hand over his cock with a sigh of contentment. Your thumb teases over the slit, rubbing precum over the head of his cock. He feels a spike of irritation at you for wasting even an ounce of his spunk on your hands. As if to apologize, you bow your head, running your tongue up the underside of his cock. You’ll have to do better than that. Licking up the sensitive skin of his frenulum, you tease your mouth around him, letting him twitch against your tongue.

“Ya’ gonna suck it or not?” He snaps, keeping his eyes locked on the road. He doesn’t need to look down to know that you’re smiling.

“Don’t be grumpy.” Your voice floats up from his lap. “I’m just taking my time. You’re just so pretty.”

Pretty? Anger rushes through him. Calling him that—thinking you can, thinking that there wouldn’t be any consequences. Who raised you? For all your pathetic staring, you haven’t even seen what’s in front of you.

The lack of respect is sickening, making his balls feel heavy and tight. He needs to be down your throat, if only to shut you up. Give you something else to focus on. Every moment you’re near him, you’re signing yourself away. Doubling back, going over the contract in bubbly cursive.

You’re entirely unaware of how many marks you’re tallying up. Every swirl of your tongue sinks you deeper in debt. He wonders if you’d laugh if you knew just how many apologies you’re setting yourself up for.

With a hum, you take him into your mouth, swallowing your lips around his cock.

“Take it deep. Don’t you stop.”

A noise erupts from your mouth, but it’s garbled around his cock. He can’t tell, but he could have sworn that was a laugh.

He stops the truck abruptly, the movement thrusting him deeper into your mouth. You gag around him, a disgustingly wet noise at the back of your throat. With a wet pop, you pull your mouth off of his cock. The sudden loss of sensation draws a frustrated growl from his lips.

“Be careful.” Your lips are back on him. Mouthing kisses down his length, your nose bumps against his skin. “Don’t crash the car.”

“I’ve been drivin’ this truck for longer than—” You wrap your lips around the head of his cock and the sentence falters in his mouth.

He pictures you standing in the theater lobby. Confusion in your eyes, a slackness to your jaw. It’s odd and you’ll know it, right away. But you won’t do anything about it. You’ll second guess yourself. You think you’re so smart, don’t you? With that sweet little twist of your lips, batting your eyelashes at him, resting your hands on his shoulders. He wonders how long it’ll take for the confusion to lift. The realization settling over you, chilling you to the core.

You’ll look back at him and you’ll know.

A lifetime of mistakes all falling into place, your scream lost under the palm of his hand.

You should be fucked there. That’s how it should go.

He can’t wait. Not for anything, ever. Mama was always saying that. And with the wet clasp of your mouth around his cock, patience isn’t manageable. How could it be? You’ve taken up all of it, trapped it in your smile. He doesn’t have any more to give.

You bob your head up and down, resting your hands on his thigh.

“Good girl.” He mutters. You moan and he clenches his jaw, tightening his hold in your hair. “Just like that, c’mon.”

You raise your head off his cock again and murmur out his name, and his grip on the steering wheel turns his knuckles white.

You better be enjoying saying it. Let it live in that slutty mouth of yours for a while. It’ll be off limits soon.

There’ll be other things to call him. Later. He can see several of them in his head, stacked fifty feet high in neon. He probably won’t even have to tell you which one he wants, you’ll come up with it on your own. It’ll bubble up in your little head and you’ll drool it out helplessly, stuffed full with cock. Makeup smeared down your cheeks, caked under your eyes. He’d like to see you when you’re trying to fold into yourself. When you’re trying desperately to be anything but pretty for him.

He’s ready to take the shiny veneer of this personality off. It’s slipping now, he can feel it.

“Ain’tchu glad you met me?” He grunts out, his breaths coming out shallow.

You’re going to hate him soon enough, and he’ll be able to remind you that you didn’t before. That you can’t fool him into believing you don’t love his cock down your throat, that you don’t want his hands on you—he knows better, and you do too.

You moan your agreement against his cock. Glad, you’re fuckin’ glad. You’d better be.

He bucks up into your mouth when he cums, smacking his hand down on the steering wheel. You’re choking around him, making desperate little huffs through your nose. For your credit, you keep him in your mouth, tightening your lips around the base. He eases his foot off the accelerator, wetting his lips.

The truck slows to a crawl as he pants, leaning into the steering wheel. He shudders when he feels your lips tug off his cock, swirling your tongue around the oversensitive head.

“We there yet?” You cough a bit, carefully tucking him back into his boxers.

“Christ, girl.” He whistles through his teeth, glancing over at you. “Actin’ like I didn’t just fuck ya’ throat.”

“You didn’t fuck me. I fucked you. And no one saw.” Wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand, you giggle.

“Little cocksucker.”

“You loved it.” You chirp smugly, winking at him. It takes everything in his resolve not to grab you by your hair and slam your forehead into the dashboard. He can’t get blood in his truck again. Shit’s unprofessional. And he’s nothing if not a stickler for appearances. There’s a way to do these things, and you’ve forced him to rewrite his script halfway through the scene. He’s almost impressed with your lack of morals.

He can only imagine how wet you must be, soaking through your jeans. With the way you were moaning around his cock, your pussy must be aching for it.

He should lay a fuckin’ towel down. Protect the goddamn seats—he can’t get your blood on the upholstery, and you know that.

Tryin’ to leave your mark some other way, ain’tcha?

“Is this it?” You ask brightly, peering out the window.

“Yup.” He parks, turning to you. “Think you can do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Just gotta check on somethin’ with the truck. You wanna run into the shop and put this on the counter?” He grabs the chocolate box off the dashboard and stuffs it into the plastic bag. “Wouldn’t want it meltin’.”

“Sure.”

You hop out of the truck, looking at him expectantly.

“Go on, pretty thing. I’ll be right behind ya’.”

As you push the door of his shop open, he stuffs your bra in the glove compartment. It’s cute. You won’t be needing it.

#big STUPID!!! big!!! fuckin!!! STUPID!!!#bimbo to bimbo communication in this fic rlly and truly #house of wax #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #slasher fandom #x reader #my fics

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kombuuuu · 9 months

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How do u get 42!miles personality down? Because I’ve got a hard time with it since he didn’t have a lot of screen time and was just wondering. Sorry if this is weird!

OOOOO

this is very sweet don’t worry C:

some traits i use for him :3

he’s rather sweet, like 1610 — and knowing he was raised solely by Rio, i think he’d be a little less funny and a little more well-kept

(the fact he’s raised by a single ma comes up a lot in how i write him)

he’s pretty romantic,, i think he watches a lot of romcoms and stuff from the 80s cause he scared to ask aaron for help with girls

i mean, presumably, we saw how it went last time — he prolly got the touch too

he does things more in secret than anything, and is a lot more recluse in a school setting — like i think he’d enjoy baking — seen in For the Heart, and the Soul — but he wouldn’t be very open about it, he just keeps his hobbies to himself

stupid headcanons i make — like the one where he learns vietnamese just so he can get his nails done w his ma and listen to the ladies gossip — play a lot into his personality because it gives him a regularity. like a normal person — we don’t know much about him

but i don’t like the whole ‘raaaa my dads dead so i’m basically going to be abusive towards you because it’s “hot”’

because let’s be fr —

it’s not hot at ALL for one, and stop romanticising it in your head (if you do, know the boundary between fiction)

but two,,, you think that boy is gonna b abusive at 15??? WITH A SINGLE MA???? AND STRUGGLING TO PAY BILLS???? BROOOO YALL KNOW NOTHING ABT LIFE 🙁

don’t do my boy like that — mfs in a struggling home usually either end up the worst people, or the best — and whyyyy would you think that someone who is DESTINED to be spiderman— but got jipped is going to be the worst

this kinda turned into a mini rant sorry LMFAO no hard feels anon u sweetheart

anyways yeah that’s kinda my thought process with him, just someone who was bound to be great but got robbed and is grieving,, but still managed to find the whole heroism ykno

luv u anon do what u will with this :P

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles morales

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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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when you feel up to it, can you let us know how the rest of the ravesey hate went?

hello, my darling!

yes, i can!

i will, however, just to keep myself sane and my fingers from hurting, have to give these updates to you...in parts.

i am predicting to finish the ravesey hate, i will need at least four parts. this is part one. it is not written very formally at all, it's spelled very wrong and is kind of a mess. but it's info!!! and i hope it thrills u! these updates and the lore means a lot to me <3 so i really really hope that you like it. please *rp vc* let me know if it pleases and sparkles.

but now,

without further ado...

please enjoy the worst part of your day,

and rem(ember )

to smile, pendejo ;)

okay, so Technically chapter six was supposed to end with this dialogue, but i was under a lot of duress writing chapter six because i was trying to rush it out ( of anxiety ) so i didn't have time to write or develop the bottom actions or dialogue.

ergo, this is how lucky ( or unlucky who knows? not you guys yet ;) ehehe ) rm chapter 7 starts out. ( i will re-link 6 for y'all soon...i still kind of hate the way it's written and y'all were not supposed to get ravenstan pov this early, but the context is important and stan was so fucking cute in it like he's so pathetic and dorky, i'm luv him c': )

anYWays! context for this dialogue is kyle setting his phone up to surprise facetime ike, but instead of kyle answeing it, it's raven ;)

nOT THE FOOT CREAM LMAOOOOO *jersey vc* it'S ORTHOPEDIC!!! >://// screaming crying n throwing up!!!!

which is what ike and co. are doing!!!

they are in ikes bedroom, which is FULL of cd stuff, btw.

there's a poster of old og cd on the wall because they haven't taken new promotional pictures so i think it's kenny with slightly shorter...black hair? or some kind of undercut moment? ( i canonized asian kenny btw they are fione as hell pls kiss me ken ), jimmy in the skull shirt w the drum stick behind his ear, thot foulkinson w/ foreboding fuccboi energies and raven of crimson dawn ofc, his hair is red which u know indicates manic episode!rae he's sticking his tongue out w the silver ringed, nail poilsh fingers bent into the rock&roll symbol, fishnet shirt...u know the drill, he looks like a wh0re.

but yes, so they're in ikes crimson dawn shrine bedroom, there's four other kids with him whose names we do not know. so we have ike, who i will describe in a second, we have a gothy boy sitting next to kyle with jet black hair, black lipstick, eyeliner, the whole shebang. we have a girl with red hair -- she seems quieter and studious. there is a girl with dirty blonde hair and she seems very vivacious and bubbly. she is smiling very wide and waving. and there is a popular blonde boy in a letterman jacket, scowling, looking unimpressed by this surprise celebrity guest appearance. i am sure you have ur guesses.

anyways x 2 kyle is about to strangle ike and try to justify his freaking lame ass embarassing ass Orthopedic Foot Cream delivery when he stops mid word, leaning in, hand on hip, eyes wide, Mad As Hell, like "isaac moisha broflovski WHAT THE HELL DIDJA DO TO YA HAIR?!"

because, girls, gays and theys...ike broflovski's hair...

is bleached raven of crimson dawn...Blonde. ;)

so ike is giving mini raven of crimson dawn, he is wearing the old crimson dawn teeshirt with the blood moon rising on it, even did raven's really bad chrome nail polish. tbh he looks more punk rock than the kid sittin next to him who is def more trad, romantic goth.

but yes, ike tells kyle he literally Just Did It while they were waiting for a part of their project to come together ( it does involve cd later, but not at this very moment ) and kyle is grilling the living shit out of him Older Brother Style all like mom is going to kill you and put your head on a spike, ike!!! i cannot believe you!!! this is sooooo...

and ravenstan is like "SICK, dude!" then kyle gives ravenstan the scary ass new jersey forest green laser eyes and stan as raven gulps and is like "Sick...ening. I am...Sickened, Ike. That is very irresponsible of you!" like mouthing 'i'm lying, so cool' winking at the camera jshdjsahdl stopping every time kyle looks over...smh they're married.

also i said Stan As Raven because jerseykyle notices that raven of crimson dawn immediately sounds like the guy that hit on him at the concert again in front of everyone. he does not sound like the cute, super embarrassed, flustery boy that was falling all over himself and advocating for plant rights. like, he switched up the second that camera came on. rae is also nervously fidgeting with his dress pants and breathing laboriously. additionally, he's taking Very Large swigs of his box wine in a...way that is...Concerning...like its a coping mech.

jersey kyle is sussed out by this, both the voice thing and ravenstan's pretty habitual drinking/how that seems to relax him immediately. the voice thing he assumes was just a weird fluke or something, kyle figures he imagined it anyways because raven kind of sounded like stan for a second which, clearly was a ptsd hallucination bc evil raven of crimson dawn...is not his wonderful, lovely stanley marsh...clearly.

also, why the fuck does he care about raven of crimson dawn??? he does Not care about crimson dawn obviously! he sips his wine lmao

okay, moving right along, raven of cd tells kyle...sigh...doing the voice committing to the bit smh...that he heard that it's ike's birthday, and while he'd love to give him vip tickets for him and the other five to one of his new york shows/fly them out free of charge n have them stay in the crimson dawn manwhoresion like a spooky haunted hotel.

i'll give you details on the cd manwhoresion in a diff post because there's a chapter that takes place largely within it for...Reasons.

but yes, he Wants to do that!!! however, all the shows around there are 18+ and its ike's seventeenth bday ( he's a little younger than everyone else bc he's a genius like kyle and skipped a grade ) and ravenstan doesn't want him to miss Hannukah.

( which, yes kyle does think its kind of sweet that raven must have remembered that kyle said that he was jewish and also that he cared that ike spent that time with his family...raven of crimson dawn does take another large box wine swig when talking about family...lol rip )

i also do think he slips a little...when i tell y'all stan is not that good at pretending to not know who kyle is like, smh, even if i didn't tell y'all that, you probably would have figured it out...but he basically says something like Your Mom Would Totally Go Postal

and kyle is like uhhhh how do you know that? and hes like AHAHAHAHA well you said she'd be mad about lil bro's blonde hair! trying to back pedal ohhhh my god. that placates kyle only slightly.

but they are moving right along, too fast to dwell on anything, also this is about ike...not them. speaking of ike tho, he seems super bummed and is like "i don't need to spend hannukah here!!! lmao!!! kyles not even coming like he misses it every year anyways!" totally throws kyle under the bus to spend time w/ celebPretty raven smhh

buuuuuut x2 ( and its a big butt if ur kyle <3 ) raven of cd is like "well, don't worry he's gonna be there, because i had a back up plan." and raven of cd whips out this piece of paper and winks and waves it. ike and goth boys eyes widen like they know Exactly what that is omg.

in the raven of cd voice he starts reading:

"dear crimson dawn ( especially raven ),

stan totally winks at him and kyle rolls his eyes lol.

the letter then goes onto explain that his birthday is coming up and more importantly, it's his winter formal. and that every year, the same super whack band from when his dad was in high school plays at their show. its a bunch of old dudes who totally do not shred. ike says that it's probably a long shot and that raven and cd are super famous and doing super cool, super famous band boy things, but asks him if they'd be willing to play at their high school's winter formal.

he also says that he has a big crush on someone and was working up the nerve to ask them...there is a gendered word on there...ike looks distressed like omg pls don't say it and raven just winks @ him again.

( i love you, ravenstan omg. )

and speaking, ofc, of lovely ravenstan, he tells ike that Crimson Dawn Will Be There, Little Man. Rock And Roll. Ur Only Seventeen Once. ;)

he also says that he's gonna fly kyle and the blondies squad out with them...you know...so now kyle can be with his family on hannukah.

very generous, raven! thank you! KYLE IS FREAKING OUT HES LIKE HELL NO HELL NO ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT!!!! and raven is like woops too late, adios, amigos! and remember its always darkest...

*ike and squad vc* Before Crimson Dawn!!!!

ravenstan hangs up and kyle is trying to KILL him like are you fucking Insane??? you can't just play at my little brother's winter formal??? and raven stan is like...oh i think i can, new jersey! also he's fkn right bc kyle's totally stuck going now bc ike looked super excited and raven basically told ike that kyle would be there...fml.

but ravenstan is like "Speaking Of New Jersey, i will have those tickets booked for a week before the dance so you have time to be with your family/settle in..." kyle cuts him off by laughing and ravenstan is like metal eyebrow raise "what's so funny" and kyle is like "you think ike lives in new jersey?" and raven like *squints more* "you literally have a new jersey accent, new jersey? don’t you..."

and kyle is like "i did live in jersey, crow, but when i graduated high school and started college, my family had no reason to stay up there anymore ( doesn't explain ), plus my dad got a Business Opportunity. so they moved back home..."

"To South Park, Colorado."

ANDDDD LHDSHDLSHDk OHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD!!!! when i tell you ravenstan was STRESSED!!!!! he was like wtfwtfwtf like internally screaming help help help!!!! he thought kyle lived in new jersey???? because the last internet stalking of kyle ( while outdated ) placed him in FUCKING NEW JERSEY?????? oh my gooooood bitch!!!!!

so obviously, we don't have this pov, but basically stan is putting the pieces together and he's like fucking hell, that was literally hs firkle, filmore, tricia tucker and...he doesn't know who the blonde girl is but honestly he's so stressed out he's like i probably just forgot her name.

so he's like *voice crack* "sOUTH PARK, COLORADO????!!!!" fml fml

jersey is like "yeah...south park, colorado. you got a problem, crow?"

and ravenstan is like AHAHAHAH!!!! "no!!! no problem...at all! haha!!! can't wait to visit, this will be so fun! to go where i--i mean you grew up!!! haha! wow! whew!~"

*fucking kills the boxwine and cracks the crazy red heart glass vial necklace and inhales very deeply* he's still shaking btw like FUCK

and kyle is about to finally grill him about what is clearly raven of crimson dawn's serious drinking problem and ask what the weird vial is and why he's inhaling it when....

kyle...gets a waft of something.

and is like...

"…crow, do you smell Burning?”

and both their eyes go WIDE and they're like

"tHE LASAGNA!!!!!!!!"

AAAsaaaAAAAAAaaa

*bebe stevens vc* And Scene.

so that is part one ur welcome to ask me questions about it, but if they belong in extremely far in the future parts or like would spoil a lot of the surprises in these ask message updates, i will...not answer them. i am sorry if it feels like i'm ignoring you, also, i have 100 asks.

BUT I HOPE THIS WAS FUN!!! thank you for being flexible!!!!! i know it's not the same as getting a real update but hopefully you are stoked on finally getting some information! i will edit this so its more coherent later, i promise! if you want to rest of the parts, pls lmk.

also...if you feel up to it...if you could tell me how you feel abt this? like if you thought it was cool or liked it or didn't like it? lmao...i'm nervous smh smh smh skdhslkahds.

-uncle nina, serial fanfic spoiler / the ravesey gay agenda

#rm spoiler #ravesey hate #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #are we stoked did we like it lmao lmao #there is like three more parts #the next part will be the rest of seven #and the two after that cover chapter eight of the hate #BUT I HOPE WE LIKE THIS SORRY ITS WRITTEN BADLY #BUT LMAO I AM OBSESSED #MY BOYS MY BOYS MY BOYS #ravenstan fucked up literally so bad he is literally screaming and crying and throwing up like Lifes So Fun Lifes So Fun lmaoo #he is in hell he is burning in arson fake dead boy hell #SPEAKING OF BURNING #NOT THE LASAGNA #tfw ur so distracted by ur very hot blonde celebrity hate boy doting on ur little brother and remembering hannukah that the lasagna #that u were literally not going to eat anyways rip jerseys ed and hate of mushrooms STARTS BURNING OOOOF #anyways like and subscribe #please if its not too much trouble ur welcome to treat my ask box or the comms of this post like ao3 #if it pleases and sparkles or it sucks so much ass lmk lmao #be brutal its okay

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