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dustydaddyyy · 1 year

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i. start me up | joel miller x reader

a/n: pheeeeeeew, a little joel miller because the pedro pascal brain rot is realllll it's currently so bad. but yeah still toying with the idea of writing a second part to this. . .let me know what ya'll think!

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pairing: pre-TLOU! joel x fem!reader summary: on a particuarly wet night, you run across tess servopoulos and joel miller, and they help you out of a tight spot warnings: canon-typical violence and gore, swearing, lots of tense moments, mentions of stab wounds, blood loss and unconsciousness. oh and another cursed stitching-you-up-with-what-i-have scenario. you're very welcome. no use of y/n but a very subtle switch from third-person to 'you' at some point (the struggle of transitioning from joel's POV was real)

"if you start me up,

if you start me up, i'll never stop,"

GIF credit goes to: @/manny-jacinto

Joel Miller had never really minded rain. Sure, it rained a lot in Boston, and often that meant everything was cold and grey, but Joel felt it matched his mood of late. So, when he finds himself trudging through the rain on a Tuesday evening, the sky having darkened several hours ago, he finds he doesn't mind so much.

Tess, on the other hand, is muttering up ahead to herself about getting soaked to the bone, cursing under her breath as the rain comes down in a light but potent drizzle, and Joel bites back the beginnings of an amused smile.

"You alright?" he asks instead, drawing level with her, and she gives him an annoyed look.

"I'm fucking cold,"

"We'll be home soon," Joel says, keeping his tone neutral, and Tess shakes her head with a scoff as they power on.

"We should've left earlier," she says pointedly, and Joel chooses to ignore her as they round the corner of the street, taking a right into a dark alleyway. At first glance it looks like a dead end, but Joel knows there is a pile of sandbags in the corner that allows you a leg up over the wall at the end of the alleyway. It's a shortcut into the downtown area, or what used to be the downtown area, and Joel and Tess had been using it for years to cut their smuggling routes into half.

Just as they reach the end of the alleyway, Joel's ears perk at the sound of noise behind them, and almost on instinct, he pulls on Tess' sleeve and presses himself into the corner of the alleyway, where they remain shrouded in darkness.

"Where are you running off too?" comes a loud, jeering voice from the night, and after a few seconds Joel watches as a young woman turns the corner, "We just want to talk to you!"

She's walking fast, in a hurried step as she glances furtively over her shoulder. The sound definitely hadn't come from her, but Joel doesn't have to wonder for long as three men round the corner after her. They're an assortment of tall and short, small and large– it feels almost like a bad movie scene, but nevertheless Joel's eyes meet Tess' as a slight sigh of mourning for his peaceful evening leaves his lungs; it doesn't take a genius to know where this is going.

The evening had been going so well.

The sigh isn't necessarily one of mourning; while Joel was hoping to get home relatively peacefully this evening, he also knows there's no way either him or his partner, hardened as they are, are going to watch this happen in silence.

"Leave me alone," the girl stutters, and one of the men laughs.

"You are alone," he says, and his tone has a chill to it before he gives a creepy smile, "We ain't going to hurt you, honey,"

"I somehow doubt that," comes her voice, and if Joel hasn't been paying attention, he would've missed the quick wit in her tone before it returns to a meek pleading, "Please, just let me go home,"

There's more drunken laughter from the men, and Joel and Tess share a look as one of the men takes a step closer to the girl, who is backing down the alley. "Come here, girl,"

When she sidesteps him, – with surprising ease – Joel thinks to himself, his hand reaches out and his face morphs into a snarl.

"I ain't asking again, you little prude," he hisses, and the minute his fingers close over her forearm, Joel's shoulders tense as he prepares to move.

This had gone far enough.

Then, several things happen at once; Tess' hands extends to stop Joel as he moves to take a step, and he'd been so focused on how he was going to barge into this situation that he hasn't even noticed that the girl has moved swiftly, jerking her arm towards herself, which makes the guy hanging on to her stumble forwards. She takes advantage of his momentum and puts a hand on his shoulder, pulling him down towards her as her knee comes up with what Joel assumes in an inordinate amount of force for someone her size. It makes a sickening cruch as it comes into contact with the guy's face, his nose crunching, blood spattering up her jeans as he stumbles back, stunned into silence.

Joel doesn't know if it was enough to knock the fucker out, but she barely gives him a chance as she steps forward, foot coming up to give him an almighty kick of her boot to the middle of his sternum, sending him flying backwards, limp.

She turns around towards his two friends, who had been watching in shock, and when they move forward towards her, fists extended, Joel watches as this girl unleashes one of the single most beautiful displays of violence he thinks he's ever witnessed.

It's clean, controlled, nothing like the raw violence that overcomes Joel in situations like this; it's precise, aimed specifically at incapacitating the two men. The tall, skinny one barely stands a chance, and she sidesteps him as he swings forward, giving his back an almighty two-handed shove as he falls face-first into the floor. She turns swiftly on the ball of her foot, and Joel watches with a sort of fascination as her leg extends in a wide arc around her, landing a kick to the jaw of the second one, who buckles almost immediately.

She turns again, methodically almost, as the skinny one tries to scramble to his knees, and in two strides she's standing behind him, crouching for a second to wrap her forearm around his neck. The guys struggles, but she's holding fast, his kicking feet struggling as she tightens her grip with her other arm.

Then, Joel catches something; a reflection in the dim moonlight, the glint of a blade, and he seriously fights an urge to call out and warn her but it's too late. She lets out a pained grunt as the man's hand slashes wildly, the blade sinking into her upper arm. Another contained yell escapes her, and Joel watches as her face contorts in sudden pained anger and frustration. He knows it's coming, having recognized the expression on his own face more than once, and he's not surpised when she jerks the man suddenly in her grasp, his neck breaking under her grip, his body going limp. There's a resounding thump as she drops him, his form collapsing in a heap at her feet.

She lets out a breath, hands on her hips as she surveys the damage for a minute, before her head turns to her arm, the blade still sticking out of it.

"Motherfucker," she hisses to herself as she inspects the handle of the blade, letting out another pained breath, before sucking it right back between her teeth, "Fuck,"

She takes a deep breath, before crouching beside the bodies, two knocked out, one lifeless. It takes a second for Joel to realize she's going through their pockets, and he has to bite back a scoff.

Little thief.

After pulling what looks like a few ration cards and two watches off your would-be assailants (or were they your victims? Had this been planned out?), you get back to your feet with a groan, inspecting the knife still sticking out of your bicep. Your face contorts in pain as you suck some air in between your teeth sharply. Your hand moves towards the handle, as if you're contemplating taking it out. Joel thinks he probably would have if it had been him.

"I wouldn't do that," Tess speaks up, her voice echoing through the silent alley as she steps out of the shadow.

You're fast, wheeling around in the alleyway towards the sound of her voice. Your hand moves quickly as it reaches into a holster than had been hidden against your side, the sound of the gun safety clicking off following it soon after. This makes Joel kick into gear, his own gun coming from his holster as he points it at you, which catches your eye.

"Not another step," you threaten, your voice low as you point the barrel of a gun at Tess, but your eyes are boring into the darkness, almost as if you can see right through it, through Joel, standing half hidden against the wall, "I won't hesitate to shoot her, and trust me when I say I'll be taking her right down with me if you pull that trigger,"

It's a silent for a moment, before Joel moves, stepping into full view.

Your expression doesn't change, but Joel watches with some satisfaction as your eyes roll up to his face, taking in his height and his broad shoulders, and running down his built arms and towards the barrel of his gun.

You're wondering whether you could take him in a fight.

(Joel quietly believes you could, but he doesn't voice it)

"Easy with that,"

Joel's voice is deep and level as he doesn't waiver, gun still pointed at your face, which you find surprising considering the situation, but equally unnerving because he doesn't seem at all fazed at the gun you're pointing at his partner.

"Don't patronize me," you say, giving him an unimpressed look, eyebrows raising as you stare straight into Joel's eyes, moving the gun and pointing it at him, instead, "Now did you hear me stutter? Put that down,"

"Can't shoot us both,"

Joel knows he probably shouldn't be taunting you, but it feels like a force stronger than himself as he raises a singular eyebrow at you, almost in challenge.

"Fine," you say with a hint of a sarcastic smile, "I'll shoot you first, grandpa, and then her,"

Joel's eyes harden slightly at your threat and the name, and for a moment it's a standoff as your stare him down. He's impressed by how well you're standing your ground, considering your relatively smaller stature compared to him, but as his finger itches over the trigger, toying with the idea–

"Why don't you both put your toys away, hm?" Tess asks, and she sounds unimpressed, unbothered, almost, "Bad enough we have FEDRA on our asses, don't need to be killing each other, as well,"

Your eyes haven't budged from Joel's, hand tightening around your gun. "You first,"

Joel lets out a humourless scoff. "You think I'm that stupid, do you, sweetheart?"

The name rolls off his tongue with surprising ease, and Joel watches with great satisfaction as your face hardens, your hands gripping the gun with renewed strength, finger pushing against the trigger.

"Joel," Tess says, partly in surprise, considering she's never, ever heard him use that word, and partly in warning as she watches your shoulders square.

"Didn't I tell you not to fucking patronize me?" you say, your voice filled with barely restrained anger, eyes flashing with fury as you contemplate shooting him. He'd be an easy kill from here; he isn't old, but he's older enough to be slower than you, and there's no way he'd beat you to shooting him right in the chest.

Your thoughts are interrupted as a light sweeps across the main street, along with the faraway sound of radios and a FEDRA truck.

"Shit," Tess curses, before peering at the wall, looking back at Joel, "We have to go,"

Then she turns back to you. "Look, you can shoot each other, whatever, but the minute either of you pull that trigger, FEDRA is going to come charging around this corner and then we'll all be fucked,"

Her tone is almost chastising, as if she's mediating a conflict between children.

"Or, you can put that down and come with us over this wall, and live to tell another day,"

"She what?" Joel lets out incredulously, head finally moving as it snaps to stare at Tess in disbelief, but Tess isn't looking at him, instead exchanging a glance with you.

"Besides, you've lost like half a pint. . . someone has to take that unsanitary shiv out," Tess says finally, and you let out a small breath, clenching your jaw.

It's clear you're still in pain, and Tess had been right in observing your wound hadn't stopped bleeding, soaking through the several layers you're wearing, the rain doing nothing to wash it away.

After a short second filled only with the approaching sounds of the soldiers in the night, your eyes flashing with mild panic, flitting nervously between Tess, Joel and the street, you nod.

"Fine," you say, curtly, dropping your gun and tucking it in the waistband of your jeans, before you look up expectantly, "Lead the way,"

It's easy, maybe too easy, Joel thinks to himself, but after another withering look from Tess and the growing noise and approaching light, he relents with a sigh, turning on his heel and stepping back towards the darkened corner.

"Come on," Tess says, beckoning you, and you follow them, pressing up against the wall and watching as Joel gives Tess a leg up over the small wall, which she scales easily. Joel turns to you, raising a brow expectantly as he waits for you to move.

"You going to stand here all night waiting for the other shoe to drop, Cinderella?" Joel finds it in himself to be sarcastic, his tone harsh as he regards you, and you let out a breath.

"I can climb the wall without a boost," you rebuff him, before motioning your head, "Now get a fucking move on or we'll get caught,"

Joel isn't sure he appreciates your tone, but he doesn't have enough time to consider his reaction as voices sound directly from the other end of the alleyway. Joel doesn't think, he only reaches for the front of your jacket, pulling you towards him and under the cover of darkness as he flattens himself against the wall, pressing you against him.

"What the fuck–"

You're surprised, caught off guard by the sudden closeness, but Joel shushes you harshly, one of his hands coming up from the grip on your jacket to cover your mouth. You let out a surprised sound, which is muffled by his hand, and your arm moves past his head and against the wall, palm flat to steady yourself. You let out a small groan of pain, eyes closing tightly as the blade in your arm jerks, more blood pouring from the wound. You take a deep breath, eyes opening, before they narrow to slits as you glare at Joel, ripping his hand away from your mouth.

Before you can say anything, however, a bright search light sweeps over the street illuminating the three slumped bodies.

"Shit," you swear under your breath as you hear several alarmed shouts, and beneath you, Joel doesn't move, his hand still gripped into the front of your collar as his eyes follow the commotion in the alley. He watches as the FEDRA agents jump from their truck and go to inspect the carnage in the alleyway. There's three of them, large guns strapped over their shoulders, and you feel Joel's grip on your jacket get tighter as you desperately press yourself further towards him in an attempt to remain unseen. He doesn't rebuff you, probably because he realizes that if they see you, then they'll see him, too.

"This one's dead," says one soldier, nudging the tall one as he shines his flashlight down, "Neck looks broken,"

"Pockets empty," the other one concludes after he takes a look at the other guy, "But just knocked out, it seems,"

"That's the second time this month," the third one says, walking around the truck, "Looks like we got a thief with anger issues,"

"It's sloppy," says the one crouching, before getting to his feet, "He's going to get caught one way or another,"

You have to bite back a smug look at the use of the pronoun. They didn't even think it could be a woman.

"Load them in the back of the truck, they're still out past curfew," says the one nearest to the car, before turning and calling over his shoulder, "And make sure to check the alley. . . they could still be hanging around,"

Your eyes go wide as you hear one of the soldiers oblige, and they meet Joel's. It's unspoken, but Joel sinks slightly through his knee, cupping his hands for you to step in. You don't protest, and he boosts you over the edge as the light approaches the corner. You don't jump down to the other side, though, and for a terrifying moment you're almost completely exposed in the light of the moon as you thrust your hand down to Joel. Part of your leg dangles down over the other end as you straddle the wall, lowering yourself as Joel gives you a glare at the risk, but takes it nonetheless. You strain as you pull him up, and can feel another set of hands holding firmly onto your calf, steadying you as you pull Joel over the top. You're the last to jump off, and at that moment, your hands poised on the top of the concrete, ready to push off, the beam of light from the flashlight shines straight into your back.

"Should've known I'd find you lurking out here," comes the voice of the first soldier, but it isn’t loud; he isn't shouting or pointing his gun at you.

On the ground on the other side, Joel scrambles to his feet and looks up, eyes wide as he watches your face change. You motion with your hand for them to be quiet, before turning to look over your shoulder, facing the guy.

"Good evening, Samuel," you say, your voice full of a tone that was very different than the one you'd used with Joel. He hears the confidence, the sureness; you don't even sound remotely worried about getting caught.

"You seen any of this?" he asks, gesturing behind him, and you shrug nonchalantly.

"Sorry, I was just passing through, I didn't see shit," you lie, and Joel hears the soldier scoff.

"Now why don't I believe you, hm?"

Again, his tone doesn't sound angry or aggravated, but familiar, and Joel realizes with a start that you two know each other, and by the tone of your voice, rather well.

"Come on, you going to bust me, Sam?" you let out in a scoff, tone almost playful, but still quiet enough not to attract too much attention, "What on earth would you do if they hung me, hm?"

"Get out of here," comes the guy's voice, and he sounds like he's fighting a smile, "Don't let me catch you out here again, you understand?"

"I'll see you around," you say, and the guy actually manages a chuckle.

"Without a doubt,"

With that, you jump down, landing on the ground next to Joel, groaning slightly as you land. On the other side of the wall, the footsteps recede, his shouts mixing in with his fellow soldiers'.

Joel moves incredibly fast for his age, and in no time he's crowded you, pushing you up against the wall with a forearm against your neck.

"We don't work with rats," he warns, low, under his breath, but as he goes to press his arm down for maximum effect, he feels something poke him in the abdomen, right in the fleshy part of his stomach. It's sharp, not quite piercing his shirt, but enough to serve as a very real warning.

"Joel," Tess's voice comes in alarm as she undoubtedly spots the blade pressed against his abdomen.

"That's right," you say under your breath, and the look you give Joel is one of pure challenge, corner of your mouth pulled into an almost-smirk, "You move one more inch and this rat will gut you like a fish, old man,"

"Cut that out," Tess hisses, putting a hand on Joel's arm, "We barely got out of that. . . if you two fucking kill each other in the street we're going to have more problems,"

All of a sudden, you blink your eyes several times as you feel your head begin to spin, stumbling slightly to the side, taking a sharp breath in. Joel's arm pulls back slightly as his other hand comes up to rest flat again your waist, keeping you steady. It's almost a reflex, and he doesn't know why he does it, but something about the way the blood drained from your face just now isn't right.

"Woah, hey," he lets out in surprise, and he feels the sharp object's poke in his stomach lessen as your shoulders go slack against him, "Tess, she's passing out,"

"Jesus," Tess curses as Joel completely withdraws his arm from your neck, and she steps around to your other side, slinging your arm over her shoulder, "Hey, you can't fucking bleed out on us out here, you hear me? Come on, help me with her,"

"And do what? Where are we going to take her?" Joel asks, frowning because he has a nasty feeling he's not going to like the answer to his question, and Tess glares at him.

"In case you hadn't noticed, she just risked her neck for you to pull you up this wall and get that soldier off our back. . . if it had been you he'd found, something tells me he wouldn't have been so lenient," Tess reprimands him, and Joel is taken aback by how quickly she's coming to the defence of a strange girl they'd met barely 20 minutes ago.

Joel grits his teeth as he realizes Tess has a point, and after a second, he crouches slightly and slings your other arm over his shoulder. You're still conscious enough to make small steps, but your breaths are shallow as the two smugglers hurry through the darkened streets, taking you with them. They manage to get you to a building with relatively no hiccups along the way, but by the time they're pulling you over the doorstep of an apartment, your entire shirt is thoroughly soaked in blood. It's everywhere, hot and sticky, and your eyes barely stay open as they drop you in what feels like a dining chair.

"You have to pull it out," you hear Joel order as he rummage through a cupboard, and you don't even protest as you feel Tess' fingers close over the handle of the blade sticking out of your bicep.

"Wait," you mutter, eyes opening as your head straightens, "You c-can't just pull it out if you aren't going to stitch me up. . . I'll b-bleed to death,"

"Good thing I was planning on stitching you up, then," comes his deep voice, and you barely manage to focus your gaze on him as he crouches in front of you, eyes inspecting your face as you barely stay with it, "Tess, pull it out,"

"Alright, alright," she says, and you brace yourself as she grabs the handle and yanks.

Your scream is somewhat strangled, staying stuck in your throat as your eyes fly open in shock and pain, fingers gripping the side of the chair with white knuckles, a sharp gasp coming in through your lips. Then, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you lose consciousness, head lolling against your chest.

"Jesus, fuck," Tess curses, using one of her hands to support your neck.

"Help me get her shirt," Joel orders, and together they manage to pull your top over your head, exposing your arm to Joel. The wound is bleeding profusely, and he uses a spare strip of fabric to tie the top of your arm, in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding so he can clean and stitch you up. He's quick with it, having been almost entirely desensitised to this kind of gore in the years they'd spent travelling, with Tommy, and the stitches aren't even half bad, either. You're still covered in blood, so Tess tries her best to clean it up with a towel, before she disappears for a second to fetch a spare shirt. When they've finally managed to move you to the bed, Joel thinking to himself that he'll take the couch, you're passed out cold, a frown etched into your asleep face.

Ten minutes later, him and Tess are standing in the kitchen, and he peers from there into the darkened area of the room that serves as the bedroom.

"What the fuck are we doing here, Tess?" Joel asks her, gaze coming back to meet hers in a harsh, questioning gaze, and she lets out a sigh as she takes a drink from the alcohol in her glass.

"I don't have a clue, okay?" she admits angrily after swallowing it down, "We couldn't just leave her behind, Joel,"

"Why the hell not?" he hisses, putting down his glass with a harsh sound, "We have no idea who this girl is. . .who her enemies or allies are,"

"You're being so fucking dramatic," Tess says with an almost dismissive snort, shaking her head, "We saved her life, she won't rat us out to FEDRA,"

"You don't know that," Joel says pointedly, putting his hands on his hips and regarding her.

"So what, you want to smother her in her sleep?" Tess suggests sarcastically, "I thought we weren't doing that anymore, Joel,"

His silence is angry as he regards her, jaw clenching before a frustrated breath leaves him, his fingers grasping for his glass.

"I'm going," Tess declares, putting down her glass, "I have a place to crash not far from here,"

"What?" Joel chokes out, "You want me to babysit?"

"Not babysit," Tess lets out in an irritated tone, before grabbing her coat from the back of the chair, "If we're lucky, she'll wake up tomorrow and be out of your hair by the morning,"

"If we're lucky," Joel mutters, "If we're unlucky, she'll either die of infection, or smother me in my sleep and steal all our shit,"

"I'm sure you'll manage," Tess says, her tone almost final, and Joel feels the irritation boil deep inside him as she pulls her coat on. "I'll see you in the morning. . . and she better still be alive when I get here, Joel,"

The last thing Joel hears is the soft slam of the door as Tess leaves, and when she's gone, he down his drink, head turning to look once more into the bedroom. If Joel strains his ears, he can hear you snoring softly, the light from the kitchen providing enough visibility for Joel to watch the consistent rise and fall of your chest under Tess' shirt.

At least you weren't dying. . . yet.

Joel eventually goes to bed, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible on the couch. It isn't a bad couch, per se, but Joel's back does not agree with using it as a bed. It takes another hour for him to fully drift off to sleep, the consistent sound of your deep, raspy breaths eventually drawing him into the darkness.

When Joel next opens his eyes, it's barely light outside, and you're gone.

The beginning sounds of a waking QZ filter through the poorly insulated windows as he steps into the kitchen, eyes falling on the pockets of his coat hanging off the chair, which have been completely turned out of his ration cards.

"Little fucking thief," he curses, but when he goes to grab the coat, his eyes fall on his wrist, his mind only just realizing the absence of a familiar weight as he finds his watch is missing, too.

On the table, you've left a hurriedly scribbled few words on the back of the open map, having folded the corner up so that it was visible.

I owe you. Sorry about stealing your shit.

"I've been running hot, you got me ticking now don't blow my top"

#finally able to post this #pls don't let this completely suck omfg #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #the last of us #tess servopoulos #joel miller hbo #tlou hbo

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kira-fluff · 2 years

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OBEY ME OMG YOU WRITE FOR OBEY ME CAN U PLS WRITE THE 7 BROS REACTING TO YOU LISTENING AND SINGING “TALK DIRTY TO ME” BY JASON D BUT LIKE YOU SING IT ALL INNOCENTLY AHHHHH TYYY

a/n: these lyrics made me laugh my ass off because LUCIFER'S EXPRESSION ALONE-- i-- THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS LMFAOOOOOOO tw: extremely raunchy lyrics lmao (not censored bc oh well), cursing, extremely suggestive (srsly not me being horny on main), minors dni, nsfw

reacting to you singing an inappropriate song innocently - obey me! brothers x reader

you were minding your own business, jamming to a song that was an absolute bop, "talk dirty to me" by the one and only jason d. you honestly forgot how...well.. bold the lyrics were as you sang along, completely unaware that someone was listening.

lucifer "Dos Cadenas, close to genius Sold out arenas, you can suck my penis"

LMFAO

the way his eyebrows SHOT UP to his hairline

eyes comically wide

makes burning eye contact with you

readjusts his position in his seat to accommodate his erection

can't help the smirk that creeps up his mouth

how can you be so innocent while being so dirty at the same time?

he'll just rest his chin on his wrist, watching you

he'll wait for you to finish your mini-concert, of course

he's a gentleman after all

he may not be one after your eyes finally flit up to his though

realization spreading across your face as you let out a little giggle, apologizing that you forgot what song was playing

"be careful who you sing those songs around. not everyone will be able to hold back as well as me."

mammon "Gilbert Arenas, guns on deck (deck) Chest to chest, tongue on neck (neck) International oral sex"

turns BRIGHT RED.

coughs into his hand in an attempt to make you realize he's still here

can't stop himself from gazing at your lips

imagine them around his cock

like, come on now

he's still a demon

so anyone that says he's a pure, innocent bean could not be more wrong

this dude is canonically VERY dirty-minded

his eyes pool with want as he looks at you, completely unaware of what you're doing to him

his expression is so strained and tortured

if you ask him about it, though, he'll deny it to his grave

high-key possessive of this side of you lol

"i dunno what yer talkin' about, human! d-don't be singin' those around anyone else, got it?!"

leviathan "All I really need to understand is (uh-huh) When you, you talk dirty to me"

nosebleed.

as soon as you began singing the song he was entranced by the way your lips sounded out each syllable

you weren't even try but it was sensual asf

help this poor man omfg

covers his whole face, not only trying to stop the bleeding, but also because his face is so, incredibly flushed

your eyes snap up to his and you tilt your head in confusion

fuck

aaaand now he's hard.

concern sweeps over your face as you move closer to him, taking his face in your hands

you attempt to stop the bleeding from his nose but it doesn't show any sign of stopping

that is, of course, primarily due to the fact that you're currently straddling him

let be honest, though, while you weren't trying to be dirty singing the song, you hid the smirk that so desperately wanted to envelop your mouth as you sat on top of him

you'd just lightly brush your center against his bulge and he's already gasping and moaning

"s-stop... you're not playing fair, y/n..."

satan "Met a friend in Rio (Dos) She was all on me, oh (Tres) We could ménage à three, oh"

swears you're doing it on purpose.

he'll glare at you at first, eyeing you for any indications of mischief

after he examines you and sees no indications that you're trying to rile him up, he's intrigued

crosses his arms, planning on waiting until the end of the song

but then you sing those lyrics

and he lets out a frustrated groan, taking the bridge of his nose between his fingers

he's shaking his head in disbelief

how can you be this oblivious?

he keeps crossing and uncrossing his legs because his pants are getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute

when you finally look up at him you smile innocently, waving to him

you frown when all you receive is his suffering expression and the shake of his head

"sometimes you're so unaware it makes me wonder how you've survived this long.."

asmodeus "You know the words to my songs, no habla inglés (oh) Our conversations ain't long But you know what it is"

"oh you like this song, too?"

not fazed at all

forgot the lyrics were "inappropriate" honestly

probably will sing along with you in his off-key voice (you can't convince me this boy can sing)

he won't pass up the chance to offer some unsolicited sexual invitations to you, though

when you raise an eyebrow, confused, it dawns on him

you weren't even trying to start anything and here he was already ready to go down on you

he laughs his airy laugh

will probably suggest the two of you make a music video of it

"it would be even more fun if we shot it with our clothes off <3"

why would you sing this song by him lmfao

he might be semi-joking but his lustful eyes never leave yours

"maybe we can act out song of the songs suggestions later, ok?"

beelzebub "Her pussy so good I bought her a pet Got her saved in my phone under 'Big Booty' Anyway, every day I'm tryna get to it Got her saved in my phone under 'Big Booty'"

gulps. and not because he's hungry.

well, for food, that is.

low-key disturbed at how turned on he his

rubs his stomach in surprise, because this isn't the sort of hunger he's used to

can't even be around you while you sing it

he literally will sprint to the gym and lift like 2000 lbs to try to think about something else other than your ass

his thoughts are pure sin (i mean, he is a demon after all)

what would you taste like?

winces at his own thoughts

when you find him later and ask him what was wrong, he can barely look you in the eye without feeling shame

his ears still get a little red thinking about it even now

he tries so hard to be a good guy awe

"you make me feel a sort of hunger i haven't felt before... it's strange."

belphagor "I'm that flight that you get on, international First class seat on my lap, girl, riding comfortable, ha (oh yeah)"

funnily enough, your lap has never looked like a better pillow.

your thighs are so plush and soft

perfect for his head to rest on

or his face to sit in between

all suggestions, of course

that he keeps in his head

you notice him staring, but his eyes are no where near yours

instead, they're staring at the little shadow of fabic below your skirt

what can you expect? demons don't take classes on manners

when he realizes you caught him staring, he'll look away, his cheeks tinted a shade of pink

call him out on it, his reaction will be hilarious

if your expression is accompanied by a smirk, all the better

who's so smug now?

"you sure do have the 'innocent act' down to a tee. don't try that again with me or you'll have to take responsibility for what happens next."

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Nagito Komaeda NSFW Alphabet

I've had this fic on the back burner for a long time. Here she is! Enjoy!!

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A = Aftercare (How do they act after smexy time??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Makes sure that his hope is always comfortable and holds them close. I mention this later (Oh no spoiwers D:) but when he's dom he's usually pretty rough with you, but when he's taking care of you afterward, he completely changes pace. He runs his fingers across your skin and apologizes for being so rough, which you guessed it! He uses this as an opportunity to bully himself. Sweet bb be nice to yourself >:C

B = Body Part (Their favorite part of you and themselves)

He loves every part of you but he loves your pretty face and your hands the most, although his favorite body part in some cases might be the one that allows you to best do your ultimate talent.

C = Cum (Somethin to do with baby batter. Do they squirt or are they in the cream team??? hehehehehe gross)

His cum is clear and pretty thin. Nagito can cum a lot (You just have to make him ;D wink wonk) He loves when you cum on his face!!

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret duh)

Steals things that you wouldn't miss and keeps them with him. What he does with the item depends on what it is. He steals a lot of panties and socks and when he does he usually uses them to jack off.

E = Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

I'd imagine that he's a virgin but he's lucky enough to know how to find everything and make you feel good.

F = Favorite Position (Bruh)

He loves when you ride him but only when he doesn't mind asking so not very often. Otherwise, he really likes doggy style.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during da wink wonk adult fun time?)

He doesn't exactly make jokes, just those dumb fucking comments that he makes all while there's a shit-eating grin on his face, and that doesn't even include how much he degrades himself like bruh stop you segsy!! Let us give you love!!!

H = Hair (are they well-groomed?? I'm not I'm musty as fuck)

He never really shaves unless it bothers you. His hair is white and thin though, it honestly would look so cute omfg I know that sounds weird but please he's precious.

I = Intimacy (Are they sweet and romance-y (ɔ˘ ³(ˆ‿ˆc))

He praises you a lot which you think would be nice but as I'm going to say over and over again, he loves to degrade himself and call himself trash. Still, he likes to cuddle with you and when he does, he always whispers sweet nothings into your ear about how perfect you are for him.

J = Jack Off (Do they massage their meat? Do they caress their coochie? I'm hilarious pls laugh)

Before he got with you he touched himself much more. He usually would when he thought about you, so when you and Nagito finally got together it was a dream come true. Due to you though, he often wouldn't need to jack off anymore. Now he only masturbates when you're not around or if you don't feel like having sex.

K = Kink (What are they into?)

Praise, degradation, and overstimulation.

L = Location (Where do they wanna do it?)

Anywhere at any time. He loves the thrill of being in public. In dressing rooms at stores, in closets, anywhere is just fine

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

Literally, anything you do!! Everything about you is sexy to him. He gets especially excited when you sit on his lap.

N = NO (NUH NUH ICKY YUCKY NO THEY WON'T DO IT soz these are just getting annoying)

Into everything except for bodily functions, although that's just wishful thinking because if you're into it he'd probably be cool with that. No that doesn't mean I'll ever write anything like that don't ask lmao.

O = Oral (Do they like giving it or getting it? Also are they good at it?)

Feels bad making you suck him off so he probably prefers giving it. It's an honor for him either way though. When he's giving he teases a lot, but he loves having you cum on his tongue. When he's receiving he whimpers a lot. I would do anything to hear Nagito whimper ahhhhh

P = Pace (Are they fast or slow?)

Nagito's pace would change throughout the session. He would start off slow, probably to tease you, and then gradually pick up the pace as you both get closer.

Q = Quickie (Their thoughts on quickies and if they like them)

He loves them!! I mean he loves sex with you in general so quickies are nice when you don't have time for a regular session.

R = Risk (Are they willing to experiment?)

Probably more willing to experiment than most other characters. He'd be up for almost anything no matter how dangerous. As long as it pleases you, he's happy.

S = Stamina (How long can they do it for? Can they do multiple rounds?)

At least five if necessary but he can probably go on for as long as you need.

T = Toys (Do they like/have/use toys on you or themselves?)

He has a collection of toys that he uses on you and that he uses on himself. He's a freak ngl.

U = Unfair (Do they tease?)

HUGE ASS RATTY ASS NO ASS NASTY ASS MAN

HOMIE WILL TEASE YOU UNTIL YOU ARE SOBBING. He's such a tease and will not stop until you beg him to let you cum.

V = Volume (Are they loud or quiet?)

Quiet for the most part. He usually just grunts a lot through clenched teeth. He talks though, and when he does... HE NEVER SHUTS THE FUCK UP. He's either praising you, degrading himself or just doing his weird-ass anime dialogue like: "i'M nAgItO kOmAeDa AnD i'M fUcKiNg YoU iN tHe AsS *Disney channel music*" i fookin hate him

W = Wild Card (Random nsfw head-canon)

He's a boobs man _('ཀ'」 ∠)_ gross let's cancel him mans got no taste

X = X-Ray (Big dick??? Big Tiddies??? I'm so sorry omfg)

Huge tits. TITTY TITTY BOING BOING. BOOBA LARGE. HUMONGOUS HONGALONGANO-NOLOGONGUS. Kidding. His dick is about 6.5 inches. It has an upward bend and he's uncircumcised.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He's always ready to please you when you want him to. He's happy and honored that someone like you would want to have sex with 'trash' like him. Like I said he's honored to do it with you but sometimes you have to wonder if he truly wants it or if he's just doing it to make you happy.

Z = Zzzzz (How fast do they sleep after? I wish I was asleep rn (╥﹏╥))

If you read my Taka NSFW alphabet I said for this part that Taka doesn't sleep. Wait hold up I have the exact quote "Bruv doesn't sleep. I picture him just lying awake in bed every night mumbling math equations to himself. Nah kidding" But this time I'm not kidding. I for real think that Nagito would just stare at you sleeping admiring you. He'll just sleep later you're too pretty🙄🙄🙄

One Reblog = One minute of sleep for Nagito

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