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kausstar · 5 months

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ᯓ ✶ IT FEELS GOOD TO KNOW YOU’RE MINE ◞ rodrick heffley.

headcanon/drabble tags female reader. black reader in mind. sfw + nsfw content. swearing. different rodrick’s like perv! rodrick, virgin! rodrick, boyfriend! rodrick… all that. kissing. ꒰ was gonna write a drabble but i just kept coming up with only small drabbles sooo here they are ꒱

boyfriend! rodrick who leaves things at your house just to have an excuse to see you. will leave things that don’t have a purpose in his day to day like a shirt or some bracelets and still come back for them.

best friend! rodrick who likes you, glares at every guy that tries to flirt with you. watches from afar as the two of you talk and will be jealous. will ask you what it was about after or not speak to you all that much (only giving you short sentences and groans until you ask what’s wrong).

pantie-stealer! perv! rodrick who’s definitely slipped a pair of your panties into his pocket when leaving your house. fully planning on fisting them onto his cock later.

boyfriend! rodrick who thinks about fucking you in the back of his van . . . a lot.

boyfriend! rodrick who’s dazed by you in every single way. your smile, your eyes, your ass, your hair— he’s completely whipped.

perv! boyfriend! rodrick who loves when you wear short shorts. watching your ass move in them makes his eyes fall out of his head.

rodrick heffley who’s definitely an ass man but will favorite your tits sometimes.

boyfriend! rodrick who does his own eyeliner but loves when you compliment him.

boyfriend! rodrick’s mom who literally adores you. enjoys seeing her son so happy.

boyfriend! rodrick who loves to make out with you while you sit on his lap. will rest his hands at your waist and not move them or will wrap his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

boyfriend! rodrick who will say yes to anything you ask if you give him that pretty smile and doe eyes.

boyfriend! rodrick’s mom who takes pictures of the two of you in the embarrassing mom way and will keep them.

“aww, you two look so cute. come here, come here. let me take a picture.”

boyfriend! rodrick who acts so big and bad but will lay on your chest and let you play in his hair, going as far as going to sleep on you.

crush! rodrick who makes plans to hang out with you most of the summer.

boyfriend! rodrick who likes when you wear his shirts. especially his bands shirts. won’t get you one of your own though because he wants you to wear his.

perv! boyfriend! rodrick who watches you change when you’re in his room sometimes. says he won’t look but he always end up taking a peak. can’t help it.

rodrick heffley with a sweet girlfriend who loves how friendly and supportive you are, but absolutely hates how so many guys are pulled in by your personality. you’re intentions being so much different than theirs.

boyfriend! rodrick who does stupid things to impress you.

boyfriend! rodrick who looks at you with doe eyes every time you speak. listens to you even when you’re talking about complete nonsense.

virgin! boyfriend! rodrick who supposedly knows all about what girls like but has absolutely no experience with kissing and will stutter up a storm when you first ask for one.

boyfriend! rodrick who will buy things that he doesn’t need but you do. for example, him getting a mirror in his room just for you to look at yourself in so you don’t have to go to the bathroom.

boyfriend! rodrick who will listen to your music, and will secretly listen to it over and over even if it’s not his normal taste.

virgin! perv! boyfriend! rodrick who likes when you roll your hips onto him when you’re on his lap. the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers the only thing stopping the two of you from being skin to skin.

boyfriend! rodrick who rubs your relationship in greg’s face. always grinning from ear to ear when you do something sweet for him in front of him.

boyfriend! rodrick who doesn’t really do too much PDA. only wrapping his arm around your waist and maybe some forehead kisses.

boyfriend! rodrick who likes when you kiss him on the cheek when you’re leaving but adores when you give him a kiss and you’re lipgloss/chapstick lingers on his lips.

boyfriend! rodrick biggest excuse nowadays being “can’t. girlfriend’s coming over” with the biggest grin.

crush! rodrick who doesn’t know how to flirt at all. always awkwardly smiling, making stupid jokes and saying the “wrong” things.

boyfriend! rodrick band mates who call him whipped all the time.

crush! rodrick who’s so positive he will get your number he brags about having you wrapped around his finger already, but will get your number and get excited about every interacting with you. small and big.

boyfriend! rodrick who holds the door for you then will let it shut completely on greg’s face.

boyfriend! rodrick who gets caught up with the band and has to be pulled away from them so you can spend time together.

virgin! boyfriend! rodrick who doesn’t know how big he is until you’re whining at him that he’s really deep.

boyfriend! rodrick gets rid of his dirty magazines from up under his bed to fill a shoe box with pictures of you. the pictures being of what you expect and he has to hide them the best he can because of greg’s snooping.

boyfriend! rodrick who likes surprises and gifts. especially if you made them yourself and he can wear it for everyone to see.

boyfriend! rodrick who tries to be as close as possible to you during the summer. with you short shorts, small shirts and bathing suits guys are bound to be howling at your feet.

crush! rodrick who enjoys halloween and seeing you at parties. eyes glued on you the entire night.

boyfriend! rodrick who’s gotten in trouble more than three times for how loud the two of you are.

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cultrise · 13 days

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·.⌇ BULLET CATCHER. BOOTHILL

✶ SYNOPSIS boothill decides you’re too weak to join him on his mission. his solution? teach you how to fight.

✶ CONTENTS suggestive content, lots of tension, shy boothill??, mentions of blood, not much description abt the reader just her being shorter than him (istg this man is insanely tall), all curse words changed by his synesthesia beacon are in italics, i want him so bad help. ᵎᵎ wc 1.6k

your body hits the floor with a thud, pain resonating from your abdomen all the way to your skull. you try to get up, palms slipping on the cold surface.

thud!

you groan as you hit the floor again, cursing under your breath. how did he even manage to hit you that time?

the sounds of leather boots get near, steps slow and almost agonising. a slow, metallic clap fills the silence of the room.

“good job! ya’ managed to last 2 minutes. say, if i warn ya’ next time, will ya’ finally be able t’dodge my attacks?” you feel your temple pulse with anger as boothill’s voice continues to keep pressing on your nerves.

“you misled me! you looked like you were going to block my punch and you spun and kicked me! how’s that any fair?” you protested, looking up at the grinning man in front of you. boothill bends down as if talking to a child.

“fightin’ ain’t fair, sweetheart. y’can’t expect a cutie t'play fair” his nose scrunches at the unwanted voice filter. god, he was infuriating. for 2 hours you had repeatedly failed to land any blows while he took every chance to knock you down and irritate you. you were sure to have bruises all over you.

a metallic hand extends in front of you, ever so gentlemanly. you scoff at him, earning a quick smirk. the moment your palm touches his cold one, boothill expertly helps you up, with no effort. a fleeting hint of arousal washes over you at the evident difference in physical power. you quickly brush away the thought.

"now, should i kick your lovely face again?" boothill grins, flashing his white teeth at you. you ponder surprise-kicking his face in.

"keep talking like that. see what good it does you" you threaten. boothill's body leans back on the wall, watching you with an amused stare. you take note of the way his eyes peek from under the tip of his hat, scanning you intently.

"oh? got any fantasies about what to do to me, princess? do tell" he crosses his arms, leaning forward, beckoning you. you knew well enough how empty your threat sounded to him. you intended to do anything to uphold it, even if it meant spending the entire night locked up in that room with him. you couldn't just let him lord his combat skills over your head.

"plenty. something along the lines of ripping your arm and beating you to death with it" you snarl. boothill erupts in wild laughter, almost losing his balance. a vein on your temple starts pulsating with anger. you had to win one sparring match. you absolutely had to wipe that grin off his face.

"how charming! didn' know y'got off to that. i'd like to see that" he cocks up a brow teasingly, watching your own furrow. the sole implication of it makes your mind run wild.. no, you have to concentrate on kicking his ass!

"oh, don't worry! i'll save you front-row seats" you drily indulge him. boothill snorts, walking in your direction. he circles you twice, seemingly analysing whether you have what it takes to carry out such a threat. he stops behind you, bending in to whisper into your ear.

"y'gonna stop daydreaming and put y'r plan in action instead?"

with swift motion you reach your right hand back, grabbing the gun in his holster and turning, pointing it at him. boothill smirks at your bold move but soon enough shakes his head in disapproval. had you forgotten he was a cyborg? how foolish.

within seconds his left index and middle finger take the shape of a gun barrel and he points it back at you without hesitation. the barrel heats and, taking notice of it, you block his aim by hitting his hand with the blunt side of the gun’s magazine. in doing so, the bullet fires into the nearby table and boothill jumps back, taking a look at the dent in his wrist.

"lovely. y'gotta pay for that" he looks up at you, only to notice you trying to create a makeshift distraction from some of the items in the room. he chuckles, eyeing down your movements "now we're talking!"

the sparring goes on for quite a while, with bullets and objects being thrown all over the place. the sounds of clanking metal and breaths of effort go on for a while.. until he has you cornered.

you curse under your breath once mroe. you had been doing so well.. just how did he manage to steal his gun back? boothill approaches, kicking the gun to the other end of the room with the tip of his boot, out of your reach.

a cocky smile overtakes his features, his gun still pointed at you as he nears. you look like cornered prey to him, unable to escape, proving him right. you count your escape options, though it doesn't seem like it'd change much. you had to think of something. and fast.

"y'done?" boothill asks plainly, getting closer to you and pressing his gun between your ribs. he won't fire it, you know that much. who would he agonise then? but it seems like there's no way out. in a real situation, you'd be dead where you stand, bleeding out from a gunshot wound to your side.

"this was cute an' all, but it proved my point. you'd be useless as my partner" his gun retracts, merging back into two steel fingers as he looks down at you. you, on the other hand, are seething, close to seeing red. your mind goes haywire trying to find options to gain the upper hand.

"you think you've won? i can still fight back" you press, boothill sighing.

"ya' could, but what difference would it make? i could pull out my gun again and jus—"

your hands grab his shoulders, making him stall before you tiptoe and hit your forehead against his nose as hard as you can. he stumbles, completely taken aback, hand flying to his now bloody nose.

you seize the chance to flee, reaching for your revolver and approaching him once more, you push it to his temple and ask, "y'done?" mimicking his tone.

boothill's mouth is agape, eyes repeatedly shutting and closing, as to evade the pain. he tries to straighten his back, but he gets reminded of the position he's put in as you press the tip of the barrel to his head.

he scoffs, then grins and fully starts laughing at the realisation "hug me, that was good!.. ow!.. that really hurt, you cutie!" he drags a finger, under his nostril, cleaning himself up.

"you got any more witty comments?" you attach one hand to your hip looking down at him. your eyes glisten with pride as he raises his arms up in defence.

"i must admit. ya' had me there. y'win" he complies before you jump up, ecstatic.

"fuck YES! fuck you, you son of a bitch!" you yell at him, earning only a laugh back. he decides to let you enjoy it. after all, you did get him. and not only that, you got him good.

"yeah yeah... i went easy on you and let you win" he glances at you, waiting for a reaction.

"or maybe i had you at gunpoint. face it, i won fair and square."

"or maybe i just like being held at gunpoint but hot women" he towers over you, grinning. you roll your eyes, shrugging.

"whatever, make up any excuse you want. i still got your ass" you press a finger to his hard chest "not to mention, you're bleeding"

"y'really didn' have to hit that hard... you probably broke my beautiful nose" he presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose, looking for any bumps that would indicate broken bones. "now y're gonna have to kiss it better" he shrugs, closing his eyes with a small smirk.

when his eyes open, however, he notices your face getting nearer to his. his mouth falls open, eyes instantly going to your lips. was that all it took? a simple joke to get you to kiss him? boothill's throat goes dry, eyelids closing again.

click!

he opens them for a second time, startled. you look up at him, amused, as he looks to his side. you had leaned over to put his gun back into the holster which hung off his waist. he feels his cheeks heat.

"not in your wildest, wettest dreams" you retort his proposal, heading for the door. boothill's brain spins. what was that reaction?

his eyes shift to the door as you turn on your heels to face him again "oh, i almost forgot. i'll see you on our mission tomorrow. maybe get your nose fixed before that?" you snort before leaving the room.

boothill is entranced, walking over to the table and placing his hat down, contemplating. he closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but the image of you getting closer replays in his head. he remembers the exact curve of your lips, how soft and inviting they looked, your beautiful eyes, the proud look in your eyes when you finally won against him and when you cursed him down...

"system: overheat!" his cyborg body beeps.

"great!" boothill slams a fist on the table, putting a dent in it before he turns and leans on it, placing his palm over his mouth. it was insanely frustrating how he wasn't allowed to curse out loud. no, that wasn’t it.

boothill's face goes red. he runs an impatient hand through his hair, sighing. what the fuck was wrong with him? his body beeps again, signalling more overheating of his mechanical components. he knew he was screwed.

the only thing replaying in his mind is you. boothill's palms and fingers grip the ends of the table.

"what in the world am i g'nna do tomorrow?..."

#𐙚 — pages.#honkai star rail #hsr #boothill hsr #boothill #boothill x reader #hsr x reader #boothill honkai star rail #hsr boothill #hsr boothill x reader #WE BACK #thank you to this cowboy for getting me back into writing #it was about damn time

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pawified · 7 months

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ohmigosh . . annoying and frustrating big brother!blade bcus you’re just so mad you couldn’t beat a level in a game you were playing earlier that you can’t help being a brat. so he spanks your cunt until you’ve learned your lesson that he does not deal with bratty behavior and will give you an attitude adjustment @_@

omg kady u alwys giv me da best ideas to wake my littl brain up ! i luv luv luv bigbrother!blade sm sm ! ! - hopefully this mkes our hrts happi !

big brother!blade x stepsister!blade

cw: cunt spanks , a littl ass eating & oral ( f!receiving ) , spit , squirting & mean!blade

if u dnt like it pls move on kindly or block !

"im sorry, i won't do it again" you plead, as your brother continues to land heavy smack down onto your cunt.

you try to easy the blows but reaching for his hand but he smacks the inside of both of your thighs. "who gave you permission to touch me?" he asks, voice deep laced with disapproval.

you don't answer quick enough for him which results him to land two more firm smacks to your inter thighs, "hm? i asked you a question and i expect you to answer, or do i need too teach you other manners on top of not talking back."

you shake your head viscously, disagreeing with his remarks. "n-no, no" you try to say steadily. "nobody gave me permission too touch you, i'm sorry." you say softly through sniffles.

blade hated treating you this way. he truly did. but sometimes you just don’t know when to stop and too settle down and he grew tired of it.

you both were enjoying time together as both of your parents were away for two weeks for their anniversary. you were downstairs playing days gone, a post apocalyptic video game that blade bought for you during your birthday. — had he known you would act like this, he wouldn’t of bought you it.

you’d been playing the game for half of the day now, but been stuck on a mission level that you couldn’t for the life of you beat. occasionally you would yell in frustration and blade would tell you to “settle down.” which of course you’d do for a moment than go right back to beind loud.

its almost been 3 hours since you started the mission quest and you became so annoyed to the point you almost started crying. blade saw how upset you were getting and simply offered to help you when you snapped at him, “ fuck off, i dont need your fucking help.” you didn’t even acknowledged what you had done, but blade just stared at you, from where he sat on the couch.

he took a deep breath and let it go because your just upset and you know that, blade doesn’t tolerate disrespectful brats.

As the day went on, you decided to save the game and come back too it another time but your mood was still awfully sour and you gave your brother a hard time.

blade counted the things you did today that pissed him off. slamming doors , talking back , eating sweets before dinner and the wrost of all, you decided to hit him.

you two were in the living room watching tv when blade looked at the time and it was nearing the time to settle down and start getting ready for bed, but you didn’t want to go to bed yet.

“alright, come on. time to wash up and head to bed.” blade stated gently patting your legs, as the layed across his lap. “no i don’t want too yet.” you responded back, attitude still in full swing.

“i wasn’t asking you. i’m telling you” blade got more irritated as the seconds ticked by. he was giving you another chance before he gripped you up and showed you who you were talking too.

“well i’m telling you, i’m not going to bed.” your response too him isn’t what landed you in the position you are in now. no, it was however one of many but not the one that made blade react the way he did.

“i don’t care what your telling me, i said go get ready for bed and that’s final.” blade instructed as he removed your legs from his lap and put them on the couch. you don’t know why but him bossing you around made you mad, so you did what any other brat would do with no manners.

you cocked your legs back and start fucking kicking him. “your not my fucking boss!” you started yelling. it took blade a few try to catch your ankles but in the end he did and sat on top of them.

“have you lost your fucking mind?” he gripped your jaw with a harsh grip. “hm?” he asked again and squeezed harder.

you try pulling his fingers away to loosen the grip he has on your jaw, but no avil he doesn’t loosen. “i let you get away with so fucking much, you turn into a spoiled fucking brat.” he lets go of your jaw push a push and your head lays on the cushions of the couch, he’s pissed to say the least.

blade never gave you punishments, only a good few scolding and thats it, but he has had it with you and over time your attitude has grown unbareable.

“i keeped track of all the things you done today, that pissed me off and so far we are at 6 including this stunt you decided to pull.” he is still sit at the edge of the couch, forearms resting on his thighs and his head hanging down, he shake’s it. laughing in disbelief, he turns to look at you.

eyes round and full of tears. you look so cute, he almost gave in and held you in his arms, but blade knows that if you aren’t taught to follow his rules you’ll keep behaving the same way.

“i’m going to make sure you understand by the end of tonight, that what i say goes and this behavior won’t be tolerated any longer.” he doesn’t need a response from you.

thats how u ended up here. — on your back, underwear hanging off one leg and cunt exposed. you were a crying , slobbering mess.

“come on doll, focus or we’re are going to start over. count.” blade says, while shaking your head back and forth.

this is your third time starting over because you just can’t seem to get it right. he circles your clit with three three fingers, before starting to give you light taps on your clit. it makes you jump.

“count. i’m not going to ask again.” he has to remind you that this isn’t for fun or for your pleasure, it’s a form of punishment and it isn’t supposed to feel good.

“s-six, ah” you gasp as he hit with a little more force. he is looking down at you with a slight smile. so fucking pretty, he thinks. your face is stained in tears, evidence of dried mascara down your face.

by now you are gripping onto his shirt and crying. he continues to slap your cunt in firm continuous blows, and you feel your self getting closer by each slap. “ren-rennie ‘m gonna ee” words slurring together, the pressure of his slaps and the softness of his palm feels too good and hurts at the same time.

you try to grap his wrist but he shakes you off, “it’s ok, none of that matters, just let it go baby. rennie is right here.” he talks you through it, you try to scoot away from his attacks but he pulls your right back.

“you’re breaking my heart baby.” faking being hurt, he gets on his knees pushing your legs back and tells you to hold them and don’t let go. he pulls the hood of your clit back and blowing air onto it, your breath hitches and your arms slip from your legs. he laughs at your reaction.

he spreads your folds apart and spits onto your cunt, he massages your clit, he groans “fuck, so fucking perfect.” on edge and overstimulated you plead for him to please do something.

he gives your clit a few kisses before attaching his lips to your clit and sucking, he slides his tongue up and down your folds, a mix of your wetness and his saliva is making this all too messy.

as he gets more desperate, he pushes your legs back even further and licks a long strip from your ass to your clit, you jump at the sudden contact and weakly push at his shoulder “renn-rennie no its dirty!” embarrassment taking over you. its vile, lewd and down right disgusting at how he is pulling you apart.

“its okay baby, let rennie take care of you.” he pants, his cock straining against his sweat pants. he goes back to eating your cunt, he pulls away and starts rubbing your clit followed up by slaps, you cry out “ don’t stop , please don’t stop rennie!” your a absolute mess, you feel your self slipping from having self control.

he continues to slap your puffy cunt, liquid splashing out as his slaps continue, he moans “holy fuck!” he attaches his lips back to your clit, stimulating you as your back arches and your toes curl as you reached your peak.

once you come back down from your orgasm, blade his has his lips attached to your clit, overstimulating you to beyond. “re-rennie , i-i-i c-can’t!” you pant, trying to push his head away. he hears your pleas and lets go of your clit with a “pop”.

he gets up from his knees and joins you back on the couch. he has you in his arms, stoking your head calming you down from your tense orgasm. “so proud of you princess, took your punishment like a good girl” he coos, you hum in acknowledgment.

after a few minutes of laying there, you finally speak out to him. “i’m sorry for how i acted” you sounded disappointed in yourself. “ i know you are, lets get you cleaned up and talk about that later, okay?” blade gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

you lean in to give him a kiss “i love you rennie.” he chuckles, “i love you too darling”

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koishiro · 3 days

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I LOVE YOUR MOODBOARDS SOSO MUCH 🤍 they’re absolutely stunning!! uhm,, i’m not sure if you do honkai star rail, but if you do, can i request a jing yuan moodboard? if not, that’s completely fine!! sorry for the bother :’) have a great day!

Dating Jing Yuan <3

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demeurel · 11 days

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MARCH 7TH LAYOUTS — for @daisykkuda !! ⋆𐙚₊˚ reblog ++ credit to use :3 ;; do your daily clicks !! #freepalestine

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chilumitos · 6 months

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ׅ 、 🦭♡ ﹙❀﹚ 𓈒 、

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anantaru · 25 days

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Oh that is disappointing, he would look so much better if he was mostly metal. I would fuck a robot hoyo. I'm not a coward

apparently it's his body before the metal parts, if what's said is true so there is hope nonnie 🙋🏻‍♀️

the inspection continues 🧐

#، 𐙚 —￤ village visitor ⋆#، ꔚ —￤ see you soon ⋆#hsr spoilers #honkai star rail spoilers #hsr leaks #honkai star rail leaks

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lenqkeju · 2 months

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The aoi twins graphic,, a lazy one though.. sorry !!

F2u, no need to credit but it's prefered!!

#rentry graphics #rentry decor #sntry #rentry #rentry resources #rentry gif #yuta aoi #hinata aoi #enstars #ensemble stars #graphic design #graphics #𐙚 ㅡ posts

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darlingamour · 10 days

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kausstar · 3 months

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ᯓ ✶ ROUGH HANDS ◞ bo sinclair.

headcanon tags sfw + nsfw content. mdni. bimbo! female! reader — no description of reader besides you wearing small clothes and having a boyfriend. slightly pervy! bo. mentions of lester being attracted to you. cheating (can you cheat on someone who’s dead tho??). most headcanons are based off the movie. car sex. names used → sweet thang and poundcake cause i want him to pound m-

slightly pervy! bo who didn’t know of your group’s existence until lester tells him he should be expecting a group of three that afternoon.

slightly pervy! bo who hears lester’s comment on the “pretty thang” of the three and how bo would love the sight of her. his brothers grin and laugh selling it even more.

slightly pervy! bo who doesn’t understands his brothers obsession until he spots you, with your small shirt and short shorts that barely covered your ass. he grins to himself but his jaw quickly tightens when he spots some guy glued to your side— someone that lester didn’t mention.

slightly pervy! bo who tries to push down the annoyance as he walks to the front after hearing your calls to see if anyone was in the gas station, but he doesn’t expect to see just you standing there.

slightly pervy! bo who could barely pay attention to the words coming out of your mouth because of the big eyes and full smile you gave him as you asked for a belt for your car. slightly pervy! bo only coo’s at you about not being specific enough and asks you to come with him to the garage area.

slightly pervy! bo who asks you a couple questions to figure out what type of belt you need but none of them you could really answer. you slightly frown and muster up, “sorry, i don’t much about cars” making him wave you off with that pretty grin he’d been giving you the whole time. “it’s alright, sweetheart.”

slightly pervy! bo who asks if your boyfriend knows anything about them to which you answer with a nod before the gas station door opens and your boyfriend comes walking through, eyes quickly finding the two of you. slightly pervy! bo who watches as he comes to your side, giving bo a warning look as he wraps his arm around your waist.

slightly pervy! bo could only let out an amusing chuckle at him before asking him what he needed to which he replies with a better answer than you did.

slightly pervy! bo gives a look at the wall of fan belts—even goes as far to check the numbers, before looking over at you and your boyfriend. “i don’t see any but i have sum up at the house,” he said before nodding in the direction of the door.

slightly pervy! bo who steps aside for your boyfriend to check it himself. “you gotta be joking,” he frowns, looking at all of them. “it’s only a couple blocks, we could walk,” slightly pervy! bo adds sharing a glance between you and your boyfriend. your boyfriend gives you at look, as if wanting you to add your thoughts but you’re too busy looking at the tools on the wall to even care for the conversation.

slightly pervy! bo grins at your amusement before looking at your boyfriend who gives him another sharp look. “i guess we could walk,” he groans.

slightly pervy! bo who hadn’t realized it was getting dark until the three of you began your walk. you and your boyfriend walked slightly behind him, allowing him to lead the way.

slightly pervy! bo who can’t help but over hear your whispers. “sure you trust this guy, sweetheart?” your boyfriend whispers, to which you reply, “he was really sweet to me earlier”, probably with a smile.

slightly pervy! bo who hasn’t realized how bad he needs you until you speed up a bit to walk side by side with him half way into your walk and ask his name. your big eyes making his grin turn into a half smile. “curious, aren’t ya? how ‘bout yours first?” you are quick to nod and give him your name to which he gives his in exchange with grin.

slightly pervy! bo who’s slightly surprised when your eyes light up and you tell him how cute his name sounds.

slightly pervy! bo who hears you repeated it over and over again, and who can’t help but think about how it would sound when you’re begging him to cum.

slightly pervy! bo who hears your boyfriends say, “thinking about something?” but doesn’t pay it much attention until he looks over to find him speaking to him. slightly pervy! bo only gives your boyfriend a grin before shaking his head, looking down to his feet with a even wider grin then ahead, “only gotta couple more steps to go.”

once at the house, slightly pervy! bo offers the two of you a ride back down and you’re boyfriend’s hesitant but you’re quick to take him up on the offer and get in. to no surprise, your boyfriend doesn’t follow, and says he needs to use his bathroom.

inside the house, slightly pervy! bo points the man upstairs and explains where the bathroom is before heading to get the fan belt.

slightly pervy! bo who hears a loud scream from upstairs as he makes his way to the front door. hoping you hadn’t heard from outside.

slightly pervy! bo who closes the door behind himself as he leaves the home, grin spread at seeing you still sitting in the car.

slightly pervy! bo who slides himself into the car with you and who gives a simple excuse to why your boyfriend hasn’t come out of the house yet. even though he knows his brother has probably already waxed his face clean.

slightly pervy! bo who’s not surprised when he catches the way you rub your arms, trying to get warm. “ya cold?” he mumbled, making you look towards him and nod. you watch as he raises his arm and sits it upon the top of the seat. you share a glance between the open space and his face, clearly unsure.

slightly pervy! bo didn’t understand what had changed since he and your boyfriend had left. maybe you’d heard the scream, he slightly frowned at the idea. he wanted to keep you. “i don’t bite… too hard,” he says with a grin, trying to lighten your heart. he could tell you didn’t understand the jokes but you don’t allow it to shy you away from his warmth.

slightly pervy! bo who watches you move over and allow his arm to wrap about you. he feels you relax in his touch as your sweet smell takes over his senses. “you’re sweet,” you mindlessly say, moving closer to him. he lets out a chuckle, looking over at you in disbelief, “sweet, huh?” as if you knew he was looking at you, you look at him with a light smile. “yeah.”

slightly pervy! bo doesn’t try to hide the glare he gives your lips. “might really have to keep you,” he mumbles to mostly himself. the lingering tension that the both of you don’t shy away from leads bo to lean in.

slightly pervy! bo who finally meets your lips in a kiss. lips greedily kissing you deep and rough. you whine at how rough he’s kissing you but it isn’t a complaint. “bo,” you whine, hoping he would hear you through his kisses. “can i?” you ask, hand rubbing at his leg. “come on,” slightly pervy! bo responds, and you straddle his lap.

slightly pervy! bo who, once his cock is free, allows you to slide him inside of you. you rock your hips a bit, trying to adjust before going any faster but he doesn’t acknowledge that and grips your hips, moving you up and down on his cock. you yelp at the sudden slam of his cock.

slightly pervy! bo who allows you to get on top and ride him but doesn’t let you fully take control. his hands gripping at your hips as he controls how slow and fast you move. “fuck.” his eyes watched as you moan out, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“bo, think i am gonna cum,” you mull out, hands gripping his shoulders. “gotta wait,” is all he said, his pace not even remotely slowing as he begins bucking his hips up into you. you whine but obey him, continuing to take his cock.

slightly pervy! bo who loves the feeling of your cunt clinching onto him and your whine begging him to cum. “please, bo. really needa cum,” you moan. he’s close, really close. “go ahead, sweet thing,” he groans, hand going to your face to make sure you look at him as you cum. he fucks up into you, groaning as your pussy cum all over him. the clinching of your cunt milking him dry as he cums deep inside of you.

slightly pervy! bo who feeling you move up and down on him while your coming down from your high, enjoying the feeling of him inside of you.

 2024 kausstar.

𝓴aus. this has been my drafts since july 17, 2023 soo please ignore the smut.

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cultrise · 24 hours

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ REVERIE. BLACK SWAN

‧₊˚ ┊ SYNOPSIS seems the memory keeper has a burning lust for the new companion she saved in the dreamscape.

‧₊˚ ┊CONTENTS wlw, trailblazer!reader ig?, NSFW, strap riding, clit rubbing, hair pulling, wet dreaming, pillow riding, there’s a plot to this trust (´•︵•`) ᵎᵎ wc 1.1k

black swan feels her blood rushing to her cheeks, throat going completely dry. she gasps for air, seeking to replenish the lost air in her lungs, but without use.

something shatters behind her as her lower back pushes against the small table. some stupid vase from the hotel, perhaps. there is little concern in her mind at that moment. she’ll clean it up later. once she’s done with crashing her lips against yours, anyway.

there are some distant voices down the hallway, most likely people checking into their respective rooms. but she’s too engrossed with the sound of breathy moans and the rustle of clothes being taken off to take notice of any of them.

once she’s laid bare in front of you, her clothes scattered into a pile somewhere at the foot of the bed she pushes you onto the mattress, lips finding yours with urgency. the soft touches and messy kisses continue as she giggles, finally exposing your body.

black swan takes the view in as you hurry to open the side table drawer, grabbing and securing the strap to yourself. her fingers slide around your throat, drawing you into yet another tender kiss as her hungry gaze follows yours.

her skin tingles when your digits caress her hips, gently guiding her over the rubber tip. the pounding in her chest reaches her ears, so loud she worries you might hear the excitement and nervousness bubbling inside of her.

not that you'd notice, anyway. not over the sounds of your own restlessness.

black swan yelps, a high-pitched scream as you press her hips down on your crotch. her thighs shake, mouth agape as she adjusts to the size of the strap now fully inside her.

it takes some effort, pivoting her knees into the mattress and pushing upwards. you watch her start to move up and down, the strap already coated in slick.

she grips onto everything she can get, finally finding stability by intertwining your fingers. her pace quickens alongside her breathing, bouncing faster and faster on your length from tip to bottom and repeating.

the pleasure overtakes her and, desperate to reach her high, she starts circling her hips, looking down at you with lust-coated pupils. you stare up in awe, feeling wetness coat your plushy thighs as you admire the goddess resting in your lap.

you ponder whether it should be forbidden to look at her. from her mesmerising face and body to the fragile ends of her hair, she looks as if she were sculpted, painted into the fabric of the universe.

she can see it in your eyes: the want, the need, the despair. the way you react to her every sound and touch. she gets high on the gentle stares of your eyes, the affections spilt from your lips in the form of love bites and the warmth your palms exude on her skin.

she doesn’t protest when you flip her on her stomach, climbing on top of her to continue your ministrations without her purple orbs following yours.

her moans harmonise with your breaths, the slow kisses to her nape making her knees grow weaker and weaker. she doesn’t falter, however, holding her entire body weight on her limbs as your hand latches itself to her love handle, using it to draw her in.

she had never experienced such love from someone. never before has someone treated her body with such care. never has someone been so rough and yet so aware of her needs. she feels cherished even when your fingers get tangled in her soft hair and tug it back, making her back arch.

her eyelids start to droop and she swears she’s seeing white spots as you fill her up. her vision is blurred, her scalp hurts from the way you’re pulling her hair but it’s nothing compared to the way she aches for a release.

“aeons! right there— oh!” she whines into the sheets, gripping them tightly. she wonders where her sudden self-restraint comes from the moment your lips tenderly touch her spine. her back arches even more and her hand travels between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit with vigour.

she can feel your hot breath against her ear and she hopes your touch bruises up her skin so tonight's memory is forever engraved on her body. she wishes you’d never pull out. all she can think of is how desperate she is to touch you, to see you unravel thanks to her hands only.

“al..almost there—“ tears build up in her eyes, a broken half-moan emerging from her throat. she’s sure she can see through the ceiling and into the night sky with the way stars seem to cloud her view. her eyes close harshly, the tears trickle down her cheeks and her legs shake.

she opens them again. her chest is heaving, her bangs are stuck to her forehead and her body feels hot enough to explode. “what.. what just?—“

she stands up halfway, checking her pulse as her heart bangs against her chest. the clock shows 4:32 am.

in one sitting, she gulps down the glass of water on her nightstand. she sits upright, staring at the wall in front of her. her legs shift under the covers and the tiniest friction between her legs sends electric signals all the way throughout her spine.

a gutted whine escapes her lips and, removing the covers, she takes notice of the soaked fabric of her shorts. “what the hell—“

in a confused hurry, she takes them off, only to see the mess between her legs. her breathing is stuttered and she brushes her fair locs of hair. broken images of her fantasy flood her mind and her hand goes to her lips, in horror.

the realisation hits her harder than any attack she had sustained before. had she fantasised the entire thing? had she been so oblivious to her own lust that it took a pitiful dream to have her ruin her shorts?

aeons, she’s disgusting. how is she supposed to look you in the eyes now? how is she supposed to retort one of those warm smiles you give her back? is that really what a famed memory keeper such as herself should be preoccupied with?

she bites down on her lip, the image of you in front of her slithering into her brain.

your gentle smile, your pensive eyes.. it sends heat straight to her core, making her throw her shorts to the other end of the room, in frustration.

it seems nothing will be able to save her from this torturous circumstance, quite the opposite. she’s aware she’ll be unable to go back to bed unless she does something to satisfy her cravings.

and so, she bites back her shame, places a pillow between her legs and a palm to her lips, closing her eyes.

you ponder whether the muffled moans of your name late in the night are the sounds of your own fantasies or something — maybe someone — else.