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[monster-disaster]

[goblin] Rust

goblin!Rust x human!Reader Good to know: public sex, freeuse

Summary: You work in a bar where the rules are slightly different from the outside world.

The bar is calm. The lights from the bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling are dim, casting a warm glow across the place. Quiet music plays in the background. The singer's voice is deep and hoarse. You can barely hear it because of the sound of the bottles as your co-worker fills up the shelves behind you while you are busy swiping down the counter with a wet rag. All around, the air is filled with the quiet murmur of conversations. The clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of laughters echo off the walls. They are decorated with posters and faded photographs. The wide windows are darkened with the name and logo of the bar. The tables and chairs all around the place were crafted decades ago. They are still sturdy and marked with the memory of the countless drinks poured and the many fights that escalated over the years.

"They are here," the vampire behind you hums, glancing over her shoulder to the window. You can see the motorbikes parking down in a long row. The rumbling of the engines shakes the walls and goes straight to your core. "I can hear it," you reply, watching to door burst open with a loud thud.

Soon, the bar is full of bikers, taking their places all over the room as usual. They are loud and dominating. It's nothing you are not used to. You've worked at the bar for a few years. You know most of the patrons since Grimbrook is usually not a place for tourists. Especially not the bar with all kinds of monsters and humans.

Your next hour is busy with taking care of everything. The smell of alcohol and cheap beer is heavy and thick in the air, mixing with smoke. You can't hear the music anymore through the crowd's constant noise. Laughs and shouts boom every now and again from various tables. The boots thud heavily on the wooden floor.

"There is my favorite girl," the goblin greets you from one of the booths next to the walls. His smile is barely noticeable under his crooked nose. His green skin seems a bit more yellowish under the hue of the lights. The black leather jacket he always wears is over the backrest, leaving him in a black t-shirt and jeans. "Hey, Rust," you greet the male. "How's your night?" "It's better now that you are here," he hums, slipping his hand on your hip. His fingers grope your flesh, letting his nails dig into the fabric of your black skirt. "Really?" You laugh, stepping away from his hold as you put the empty bottles and glasses on the tray in your other hand. "I'm busy." "Well, you wouldn't be if Eva would do her job," Rust replies with a hungry smirk on his thin lips. Following his gaze, you see your co-worker on an orc's lap. The male is big and sturdy. His large hands are on your friend's hips, keeping Eva on his lap as she drinks from his neck. They grind to each other the whole time. "Oh, I think she is doing her job just fine," you laugh. Rust's hand is on you again. "And you?" His thumb grazes your nipple through the fabric of your shirt and bra. "I'm doing it, too," you reply. "Just not the fun part." "Don't make me wait for too long," he shouts after you when you leave their table.

You can feel wetness already pooling between your legs, ruining your panties. Heat lits up in your belly, and you have to force yourself to leave the goblin with his friends and continue your job.

"Are you done?" You smirk under your breath when the vampire female appears next to you. Her usually pale complexion seems much healthier. There is a slight hint of pink on her cheeks, and her lips are red and swollen. "With the orc?" She asks. "Yes. For the night? No." You laugh at her reply while serving the monsters around the counter. Your nose is full of the smell of the various drinks. "Oh," Eva continues. "Rust wants to see you." A knowing smile tugs on the corner of her lips. "I-" "Don't worry," she adds before you can say anything. "I will take care of everything while you are busy." "Like last week?" "Oh, shush."

Leaving the vampire at the counter, you make your way to the booth where Rust is still sitting with a half-orc and a demon. They are talking. The half-orc laughs at something. His head tilts back, and the golden loop around his tusk glint in the light. His voice is hoarse but booming.

Without saying anything, Rust pulls up your skirt until it's around your waist, and anybody can see your matching panties covering your mound. His nails graze the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he tugs you closer to him until you are sitting on his lap. His body and the desk in front of you barely give you enough space, and you have to spread your legs not to kick Rust's friends. Because of the height difference, the goblin has to sit straight if he wants to continue talking with the others. His voice is a deep rumble on your back, and his words fan over the curve of your neck.

"That's what I am talking about," he grunts into your ear, squeezing your hips as you start to grind down on him. The rough fabric of his jeans and his erection underneath it rub against your slit repeatedly. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every passing second. Your palms are on the table as you try to keep your balance and circle your hips on his lap. You can feel him moving under you. He pushes up, nudging your clit. Your lips part in a silent groan.

The male and his friends continue talking while you chase your own pleasure. Your pussy aches for more, your hole clenches around nothing.

"Stand up," Rust says, stopping your movement. The muscles of your legs flex as you keep your weight above him, slightly bending over the table. You can hear the zipper of Rust's jeans as he frees himself, but your attention is drawn to the demon in front of you. He reaches over the table, unbuttons your shirt, and pushes down your bra until your breasts are bare for his dark eyes. His forked tongue licks across his sharp teeth. Your nipples are tight peaks. The edges of the lacy cups rub against them every time you move.

"C'mere, love," Rust grunts, grabbing your hips again to pull you back onto his lap. His cock slides into you easily. He is not as long as your other patrons, but the piercing at the tip makes you forget everyone else. You can feel the cold metal rubbing against your walls, nudging you in all the right places. "Fuck," the male grunts behind you when you are fully seated on him. You envelop his cock warmly and tightly. He can feel your pussy clamping around his shaft, begging for more. "This is your job, no?" He asks, satisfied. "Keeping my cock warm with your sweet pussy."

And to your utmost disapproval, that's what you do for the next ten minutes. Rust doesn't let you fidget and squirm, craving every bit of friction you can get. He keeps you on him, enjoying your misery while his friends talk and stare at you. Their gazes are heavy and hungry on your tits. You push them out some more with every breath you take as you lean back against Rust's chest. His hands from your side slip down between your legs. His fingers tease across your slit, finding your clit with slow circles. You are soaked. Your arousal drips down onto his lap.

"One more minute, and she will combust," Eva states, smirking as she puts a few new bottles down on the table. Her eyes rake over your bare chest, unashamed. "Do you think so?" Rust jokes but grinds up into your hole. The sudden movement takes your breath away as your head falls back on his shoulder. Eyes flutter shut. "But she is so warm."

He teases you for a few more seconds before making you move on his cock finally. He uses your hole to his heart's content while his friends in front of you stare openly, sipping their beers. Your breasts bounce with every thrust and every circle of your hips as you get higher and higher on the goblin's cock. His clever fingers work on your clit with experience. Rust knows how to drive you crazy with need.

Eva is still at the table, watching. Her dark eyes glint with hunger as she leans closer. Before you know it, your moans get muffled by her lips. Her tongue pushes into your mouth, dominating you while Rust fucks into you. Your pussy is tight and demanding. You want everything he can give you. The burning coil in your stomach grows, and your muscles tense. You almost scream when Eva bites your bottom lip, licking down the blood and sucking for more. The slight pain and the stretch of your aching pussy are enough to push you over the edge. Every nerve in your body bursts with pleasure. Your limbs start to tingle, and your hole clamps down and pulses around the goblin's erection.

"Fuck," Rust groans, pushing you up over the table. Your stomach is flat on the wooden surface. You feel him pulling out of you, and soon, his warm seed paints your waist and ass while you are still shaking after your orgasm. Your muscles jerk, and your pussy clenches.

Blood slips down your chin from the corner of your lips. When you look up and see the demon standing up, too, tugging on his cock a few times before pushing his length into your open lips, you know you will have a long night.

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[dearanakin]

Biker Boy - !biker Eddie Munson

As requested by my girlie anonymous friend, who gave such a great idea, here it is!! I used the details as an excuse to make this short story spicy 🥹

Summary: You and Eddie are friends with benefits. Whenever he has the chance, he always gives you a ride and everytime you hear the engine and him revving, your body goes crazy. You have a kink he doesn't know, so maybe it's time to finally get the word out.

Warnings: oral sex, fingering, cursing, fluffiness. +18 DNI

Word count: 2k.

His engine was revving in the distance as you heard the roar of his motorcycle approaching your neighborhood. As you're just finishing getting ready, the sound of his vehicle makes your heart do a flip, it's always automatic. The anticipation of watching him riding his machine always made its way in. You run to the front door as soon as he pulls over on your sidewalk.

You watch as he leans his bike to one side and dismounts gracefully, your stomach sinking from the view. Clad in his black leather jacket, Eddie was wearing ripped jeans - as always -, white sneakers and leather gloves. Oh, the leather gloves. They certainly did things to you.

You and your friend became closer over the past months, then you had the greatest idea of becoming friends with benefits. Something your friends didn't quite understand because you both decided you'd be exclusive to each other. Robin would always say it kinda gives away the term, because you wouldn't date other people.

The metalhead had his face hidden under the helmet, only showing the end of his hair and his big brown chocolate eyes. Everything just sends shivers down your spine. As soon as he got rid of the helmet, his hair flung revealing a mop of tousled curls. His dark green motorcycle had fat tires, decorated with a silly amount of stickers of every kind; bands, movies, games. 

He had a gin, although he wasn't the biggest fan of a party. He promised he would only go because it was Steve's, and because his friend got into college. 

"Hey sweet thing," he greeted you with a small kiss on your forehead. You gave him some space to get inside your house, leaving the helmet on the coffee table and taking his jacket off.

"It'll be a couple of minutes, just finishing my makeup". He only then noticed how pretty you were looking. You were wearing a tight black dress, brown boots and your hair was perfectly sat on a ponytail.

"You look too stunning to wear makeup," Eddie responded and you chuckled.

"Always such a gentleman". You took that opportunity to finally give him a proper kiss as he sat on the armrest of your couch. But then your eyes caught a glimpse of his hands still wearing the gloves.

Approaching him, you wrap your arms around his neck as he uses his right hand to tug on your waist while the other one goes to your face. The way the fabric sticks to your skin makes you immediately stiff your entire body and you've barely reached his lips, leaving only a few inches close to them.

When Eddie hears your light but recognizable moan, he looks at you lifting his eyebrows. You're almost making a fool of yourself but fuck that, you liked his hands in gloves. He didn't know that, because you never actually bothered telling him you had an actual kink. It's not like he never asked, he was always pretty curious to know your deepest secrets about your sex life.

"That was quick," he joked and you tried not to laugh at his taunting.

"Shut the fuck up". As you retorted him, you gave him a wet but already forwarded kiss, sliding your tongue inside his mouth. He tasted like cherry from the candy ball he usually eats after smoking. The tobacco smoke was lingering on his entire body, as well as his cheap perfume you love.

Eddie slid his hand down your body and gripped your hips before loosening his touch, threatening to remove his gloves. You desperately held his hands and shook your head. He tried to comprehend just what the hell you wanted.

"Keep the gloves," you begged. The man was barely existing and yet you were feeling like you were turning into jelly just at the thought of the leather touching your skin.

He smirked and raised his eyebrows, teasing you. "These? Huh". The way he reacted to it gave him an idea you haven't thought of yet, and still he was already light-years ahead of you. Eddie firmly grasped your waist and swung you, making you sit at the exact spot he was sitting.

He assaulted you with his feral tongue, liking yours and pulling your lower lip between his teeth. Boy, did he become another man after that. Using his left hand, Eddie started sliding it down your body, making sure to hold the curve under your breast, pressing his fingertips on your waist, reaching the hem of your dress.

The kiss became sloppy as soon as he slowly lifted it to your hip. Thank God you always chose a good lingerie. This time it was a thin, soft, lace pantie he was about to pull to the side. Before he did his main show, the curly haired metalhead squeezed your thigh and ripped a small mewl from your mouth against his.

His tone became husky and his cherry breath hit against your skin. "It's a shame I can't feel how wet you are right now. But I'm guessing you're soaking already". You whined by the feeling of his middle finger opening your folds, rubbing your wet skin with tenderness first. Eddie was always gentle, sometimes he rushed things, but you were headed to a party, so this one had to be fast.

Without warning, he made his way with his middle finger into you and you tightened your walls against his gloved digit. "Oh, fuck, Eddie". You cried out, your lips were parted. You were too busy to actually kiss him, but he was also focused on something else as well.

"Jesus, baby. You're so dirty," he breathed out against your ear. Eddie stuck his index finger to your cunt, along with the other, and the leather surely made it feel different from anything else.

His pace was calm, but the minute he felt you were used to the dressed fingers, he started to speed up, curling both, so they would hit your perfect spot. You're having a hard time breathing in and out, his thumb was rubbing against your swollen clit with so much desire.

Quickly, you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, facing his fat cock throbbing against his boxer. From your position, you could choose between just jerking him off or eating him whole.

You decided you would suck the life out of him. You started giving him wet kisses around his arousal, his tip, and his balls. It made him hiss, throwing his head back.

"Fuck, sweetie," he pleaded, working his fingers in a sweet, but fast motion. Eddie felt the back of your throat hit the tip and he almost stuttered, it was always hard for him to hold back his moans. He never actually lasted more than five minutes because you had the most fuckable mouth.

Bobbing your head up and down, you could still whine with his cock in your mouth, giving him a full lick as well. Your living room was quiet and the only sounds that could be heard was from his finger pumping and your moaning, along with the sucking.

Eddie was focusing on rubbing your clit ever so slowly, while his fingers worked harder and faster inside you. He used his plump lips to keep them on the top of your head, while pulling a handful of your hair with his free hand.

You didn't have boundaries at this point. You were both so close and so intimate, you would even fuck on a balcony, if you had one. Alone in a room, you were free to use your hands and your mouth deliberately. Just like now.

Almost gagging on his length, you made sure to grip on his cock, hollowing your cheeks making enough pressure for him to gasp so loud, he almost fainted. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum," he cried.

You never left the smirk on your face because you knew how good you were with your mouth, and he was always reassuring you. Eddie, on the other hand, was trying to not break down from your blowjob, keeping his fingers curled hitting your spot. It didn't take longer for your walls to start clenching around him.

He gripped your clit with his thumb, rubbing it faster, sloppy movements as he started to feel his own pleasure hitting the roof. You felt his cock twitch inside your mouth and you kept your pace, bobbing your head, until he released his juices down your throat.

Eddie loved seeing how you always swallowed him until the very last drop of it. He squinted his eyes closed, relishing every ounce of your saliva on his throbbing skin. "Fuck, you're so good," the metalhead whispered.

Not so much behind, you felt him pinching your clit while using only his middle finger inside you, watching as you bucked your hips, rocking them against his digits. "Ah, Munson". Using his last name as a resource to help you reach your own climax always worked and he knew that, he never complained.

As you throw your head back against the back of the couch, Eddie assaults your neck, nibbling on the skin, feeling your walls throb and clench around his gloved finger. "Yeah, cum for me baby girl". He always alternates his pet names towards you, so you would never know what would come next.

Your entire body squirmed around his fingers, your clit became too sensitive to the touch and your cunt closed tightly on his finger. You felt too weak on your knees and you were thankful for sitting on the couch, even though Eddie was still holding your neck.

You felt empty as soon as he removed his fingers from you and your stomach flipped. God, you felt so needy sometimes.

He zipped his pants back and pulled the belt. "You made such a mess on my glove, sweet thing".

"Good thing you have another one for us to use at the party". You respond as you fix your dress and walk to your bedroom.

You missed his reaction to your statement and he put on his glove back. It had your taste and your smell, he might as well use it as his accessory.

Ready and outside your house after a quick pornography, you stood at the side of his sleek vehicle, ensuring your safety before hopping on his bike. Next to his machine, he handed you the helmet, reaching out gently guiding you through the process.

Eddie always made sure to strap on it, so it wouldn't fall off your head during the ride, not too tight and not too loose either. "Thank you, handsome".

You swung your leg, hopping on the back of his bike, watching as the sky was casting a lavender hue over the quiet street of your neighborhood. You heard his revving and your heart jumps in, you loved it when he did that.

Just when he screeched the tires on the floor, you held your arms around his waist, placing both hands on his stomach. He loved driving too fast and he knew you hated it. Most of the time he would just speed up just a little to taunt you.

Approaching a red traffic light, Eddie slowed his vehicle, smoothly stopping as he supported both of you with one foot on the ground. As always, he turned his head slightly, resting his hands on your thighs, rubbing your knees with his gloved fingers.

You're thinking he didn't even bother to not wear the glove he used to fuck you, and you didn't know if you were actually more turned on or just feeling really repulsiveness. Either way, his endearment towards you always caught you off guard, he's too used to resting his hands on you at every fucking red light.

You smiled in return and just enjoyed his warm and steady touch, while you leaned your head against his back. As the light became green, he left his grip to hold the handlebars, speeding up the engine.

Eddie pulled up at Steve's house, the loud music was banging from a boombox inside his backyard. Before you both got inside, you reached for his wrist, gently squeezing his arm. He stopped by your side, brows furrowed.

"I'm not kidding about the glove, you better keep it clean", you pecked his lips quickly, before ringing the bell. You didn't expect him to be so close to you before responding.

"This time I'll use a special guest". You turned your head slightly, only to watch him licking his lips, teasing you. Eddie as a biker had you at his mercy, on your knees. 

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[apolloanddaphnis]

Part II of After School Special

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Horror!Bimbo Reader 🦇 💕

Synopsis: Things were beginning to get steamy in the room where the campaign is held...

Sorry if it sucks

Warnnings: Some witchcraft, p in v sex, virginity loss, virgin blood, swear words. Just some rated TV MA shit.

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"I've wanted this for so long-" He rasped in her ear, his hot breath on her skin burning her up. His smell made her dizzy that uniquely Eddie scent of cigarettes, drugstore aftershave, and cheap cologne. Fuck, she wanted to bottle it.

She was trapped in his strong hold, his very evident erection digging into her plush ass as he has one arm tight around her waist and the other around her neck.

She could hear him sniffing her, like an animal on the hunt.

That wet, sweet musky undeniable smell of arousal that drenched her.

Soaked and ruined were her shorts, and Eddie could fucking smell her.

He pushed her forward onto the play table, earning a yelp from his gore-gous girl. His big hand slapped her ass so hard and his cock twitched almost violently in his jeans at the sight of her juicy peach of an ass jut jiggling in her obscene cycle shorts.

Without thinking, just following his primitive instincts, he ripped her cotton biker shorts off her ass. Tore them to shreds until they were ribbons on the drama room floor.

"Eddie!"

He slapped her very soft skin so hard, there was no question that she was going to have a big red handprint on it for a while. His ring wrapped fingers spread her ample ass until he had access to slap her drenched pussy lips, extracting a horny scream from his girl best friend.

"No underwear, kitten? Were you expecting this? Or someone else?" The last question was a threat in her ear.

She had no idea Eddie had this side to him, this aggressive dominance she didn't expect. She was so turned on she was leaking down his knuckles.

He slapped her pussy lips when she didn't answer right away, causing her to squeal and pant. "Answer your master!"

Ooh that was a kink unlocked she didn't know she had. "Fuck, master, I-I-I my shorts are too tight for panties-- and- And, I wanted you to notice!"

Her clumsy word stumbling revealed to Eddie what he thought he was imagining this whole time, that his friend was trying to seduce him. That she wants him like he wants her.

"Fuck" He moaned and slid his hand that wasn't on her mound up to her jaw, grabbing it and forcing her to face him as he claimed her mouth in a possessive, breath-reaping, sloppy kiss.

She melted against him and his middle and indez finger thrusts into her wet opening, as his thumb pressed down on her swollen bud.

Tears of intense desire dripped down her hot cheeks, she has wanted him so bad she knew he wanted her, was just waiting for him to make his move. And make it he did, he outplayed her taking her by surprise with just how needy for he was...is. His tongue sucked on hers, swallowing her screaming moan as he drilled his big fingers she has fantasized about inside of her, deep inside of her, making her vibrate as his thumb rubbed her clit.

Eddie had his two fingers in her knuckle deep and shook her entire body with his grip, his other fingers stuffed in her mouth to muffle her screams. Her body jerked in his grip her naked ass rubbing against his clothed, painful erection.

Her eyes rolled back and loud wet sounds of liquid spilling onto the classroom floor announced her squirting as he hit thay spongy spot buried inside of her, a place her fingers could never reach.

She came so fast so hard, and Eddie's pupils dilated at the sight, so turned on that it was him that caused this reaction from the most beautiful girl in Indiana-- in the world. He was so sure no one in any part of the world could rival her beauty.

Sloppy, licking kisses from her best friend pressed on her neck the back of it, her jaw, and he withdrew his soaked fingers from her mouth, a copious amount of drool dripping and pouring from her swollen lips with now messed up lipstick. She was brainless now, has that dumb look in her doe eyes as she stared up at him, her Eddie. Her master.

With shaky hands, she reached back to unbutton and unzip his jeans and pushed them down to release his heavy erection from their denim confinement.

Eddie watched her like a man possessed, blood boiling in the most intense arousal he has ever experienced, watching his Little bat's wet, red face. His hands cupped her sweet face, as she sniffled and stared at his thick and long erection with hunger and drool. He hissed when her soft fingers wrapped around him and wordlessly, forced those cow eyes to look up at him.

"Tell your master what you want, what you need."

Miraculously her tiny little top was still on, barely containing her breasts and wet with drool and spit. He wanted to kiss her again. "Master please, I need your cock inside of me so bad, it hurts so bad please, let me--"

He cut her off with a dominant kiss, mouth covering hers, hands squeezing her waist before they moved to her abused backside that he squeezed too hard.

She felt dizzy but she never felt so clear, she needs to bind him to her bind him with her.

When she was short of losing oxygen, he tore his lips off hers. "You begged so pretty, I'll give you what you need puppy, master has what you need right here--" He put her hand on his erection again. "Don't I? No one else has what you need do they?"

"No master, just you." She answered quickly.

Eddie smiled so sweetly. "Such a fast learner, such a good girl. Tell your master how you want it."

She trembled beneath him. "O-on the table lay on your back, please?"

He groaned and kissed her once more, in heat and possession. "Thought about this before?"

She nodded shyly but wasn't really shy, she knows what she wants. She has prayed to the goddess for it.

Eddie stripped down to nothing, her eyes roamed his perfect form and more wetness dripped down her sticky thighs.

With trembling legs like a fawn, she climbed up and she straddled his lap, she ran her manicured fingers down his chest down his torso and rocked her hips against his her wet folds against his swollen tip. As he moaned she did too and thrust her head back with a breathy laugh. She was so aroused her abdomen ached something awful. She rubbed against his tip until she couldn't take it and she slammed her self down on his huge cock, crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

It hurt so fucking good.

Eddie realized as he heard cry of pain that transformed into pleasure, watching red pour down onto his cock that she was a virgin. He felt awful for not making sure this was gentle and he sat up to comfort her but her delicate hands stopped him. "Baby, let me-"

"N-no, want this need this--" She gasped as she rode his thickness siding herself up and down, mouth parted and tears spilling and ecstasy coloring her pretty face. She was riding him hard and fast an Eddie was so enthralled with this wildness she possessed, he was glad to be her first glad to make her bleed these were feelings he had buried that she has brought to surface.

So tight so fucking tight and wet and warm and safe she feels, he never wanted it to end. His hands moved up to rip off her top causing her bouncing breasts to spill out, he squeezed them almost painfully before sucking on the mounds. His other hand moved down to her abdomen to press down on the bulge of him in her stomach.

"Oh oh oh fuck! Eddie! Oh master!" She wailed.

"Goddamn fuck, so good so good for me baby, all for me?"

Squishy wet sounds echoed spurring them on more. Her eyes rolled back and she jerked on his cock. "Yes, yes all for you just you my blood my pussy everything! My blood, my body, my soul, my heart-- nngh fuck! In the name of Freyja it's yours all yours Eddie Munson!"

They screamed as they reached their electrifying orgasm together. She collapsed onto him and immediately his arms wrapped around her holding her close as he panted in her neck. Both of them in a blanket of perspiration.

After some minutes starting to come down from the high, Eddie kissed her lips nothing else in his head but her. And she kissed him back to seal her spell to bind herself to him on his world he created on his game board. Where she became his.

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@lilaclazer

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[octuscle]

I need to relax more and stop overthinking things. Can you help me become the perfect brainless muscle pup? A mullet would be a nice addition too!

You have an important customer appointment tomorrow. Thank goodness you noticed yesterday that you've put on a bit of weight and that the pants no longer fit you from the good suits. So you use the evening to look for something suitable at your trusted men's outfitter. The employee who usually looks after you is not there. And the young man who asks you what you want doesn't look like he has any experience with classic business suits. You sigh… One of the reasons you like shopping here is because you've always been served by the same professionals for over 30 years. But today it's urgent, so this youngster has to help you out.

You say that you are looking for a navy blue suit in size 46. The young man replies that only fat people wear size 46… He would have guessed that you wear a size 40. You smile wryly, thank him for the compliment and add that you need something conservative, you have an important appointment tomorrow. The boy nods, asks you into a changing room and asks what kind of music you like to listen to. What a strange question for a sales pitch, you think. You answer that you like Viennese classical music. Cool, replies the boy, he doesn't know it, but it sounds sick. And he hands you a pair of washed-out black jeans with a distressed look in the changing room. He knows they're not what you're looking for, but you should give them a try. He can imagine you looking hot in them. The jeans have a 32 waist - the last time you wore them was at university. Anyway, it might be fun… You get into the pants and think they're a bit wide at the waist. The problem is your massive thighs, is the answer. If the pants are supposed to fit there, the waistband is probably too wide. But he would have a cool matching belt. He hands you something made of cheap-looking leather covered in studs. "Sick" you say. And the clerk nods approvingly.

"With or without sleeves" you hear from outside. You come out of the cubicle. The music in the store is always very loud, you weren't sure if you had heard correctly. "What did you say, mate?" you ask. He hands you two shirts. One with sleeves, one without. You point to the one without. "Damn, I was afraid you wouldn't want to show any of your shoulders," says your buddy with a grin. You give him a high five, take off your stuffy shirt and put the tank top straight on. You look for a mirror. And grin with satisfaction. "Hell, hot stuff!" you say. Your buddy stands in front of you with a pair of combat boots and a pair of biker boots. You point to the biker boots. "12.5 fits?" "You can bet your life on it, Bruh!"

This store is great. The guys here know how to show off a swole pumper body. Of course, most of them are no strangers to the gym themselves. Dressed like this, you can definitely take the shift at the protein bar in your gym. And then you'll get your own muscles burning again.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

lady and the tramp spaghetti kiss but with deuce’s mom and lilia 🫣

I'm yoinking this idea for the unofficial blog event 🤡

(Quick clarification: Mrs. Spade being an ex-delinquent is a headcanon! I just thought it’d be an interesting concept, so I incorporated it into her character.)

Curiouser and Curiouser...

When Lilia mentions to his son that he's planning on cooking for the "lady friend" he's seeing, Silver steps in to stop his dad from poisoning the poor woman. "You should try a restaurant, get to know one another better before volunteering to share your... talent with her," Silver advises as lightly as he can. Thankfully for him (and for his dad's date), Lilia relents.

He decides to take his date to Tony's, a laid-back family friendly pizza and pasta joint in town. Lilia brings along his own candle—blessed with Malleus’s almost apocalyptic green fire (imagine that, a horned fairy godmother in pitch black robes)—to decorate their table, as well as a crystal vase with a single red rose (provided from the Heartslabyul Gardens by Cater, wanting to support his fellow Light Music Club member. “Knock’m dead with your charm, Lils!”)

Kalim had wanted to contribute something to Lilia’s date night, but unfortunately a huge parade of animals, while impressive, wouldn’t squeeze into Tony’s. Instead, Kalim went shopping with Lilia to help him get all dripped out for the occasion! “I’ll pay for whatever you want, so have at it!” (It was Jamil who had to limit Lilia’s spending and stopped him from buying medieval battle armor. “Why would you wear this to a date?! Are you trying to kill them? Just wear something practical and casual!”)

Lilia thought he’d be the first at the venue, but he's actually been beaten to the punch. She's easy to spot because of her hair--a bob, striped blonde and dark blue--and her spade earring. Lips painted, eyes done up. Her leather jacket is open to reveal a cute white rabbit logo (most likely a freebie T-shirt from work), paired with jeans (ripped at the knees) and ankle boots.

"You're early, Dylla," he remarks, slipping into the seat across from her and placing the candle and vase on the table. She smiles and says, "I'd never be late for a very important date."

Lilia asks if Dylla was waiting for long. According to her, she was at the restaurant over 15 minutes ago but "not to worry" because she was just talking to her son over the phone to pass the time. Dylla mentions that her son can be such a worrywart sometimes. "He was reminding me to stay safe and to let you know that he'll be on your ass if you make me sad," Dylla says with a laugh. "Oh my, I'd better not let your smile waver then," Lilia replies easily.

While they're looking over the menus, Lilia mentions his own "prodigious" cooking. (According to him, his son Silver just can't get enough of it!! Once, Silver took one bite and immediately passed out from how "good" it was.) "It's a required skill for single parents," Dylla agrees. "I can cook myself, but mainly simple dishes. My Deuce enjoys eggs, so I usually make things with those. It helps that they're cheap and keep for a long time too." (She says that she'd love to try his food, and in return she'll make something for him too! They make a promise to get to it someday.)

They settle on ordering the same item: Starry Night Spaghetti, a plate of spaghetti with meatballs. (There’s a story that two dogs once had the same dish under the stars, and became closer than ever as a result!) “A shame we aren’t eating outside—then we’d be bonded just like the canine couple,” Lilia says.

During the wait for their food, they exchange crazy stories about their lives. Lilia shocks Dylla with tales of his travels and of his past as a war veteran (although he's a little vague about the details), and Dylla tells him all about her days as an ex-delinquent and biker chick. "Kufufu, looks can be quite deceiving," Lilia chuckles. "No one would dare suspect such sweet-faced people like us to be so troublesome~"

Of course, they also share stories about their sons! Who can forget when Deuce used to wear all those rabbit-themed clothes as a kid? How about the time Silver fought a family of bears and came out of the battle with three new friends?

Lilia scootches his seat closer so he can show off some pictures of him and Silver on his phone! Dylla's shoulder presses against Lilia’s as she leans in to look, squishing the two into their own personal bubble, seemingly putting them in a world far away from the noisy pizzeria.

They decide to take pics together to commemorate the date! Dylla learns a lot of things from Lilia (like flipping the camera lenses to take better selfies, how to use the timing feature, and what filters do). They take a normal picture, then one with silly faces (Lilia’s suggestion) and a third with silly poses (also Lilia’s suggestion).

He busts out his bagpipes at some point to romance her with a romantic (?) serenade. Lilia does a little jig with it—something he threw together on the spot with knowledge of different styles of dancing from various cultures. The other customers mistake him for a paid performer and start clapping along and cheering—and Dylla joins in, clapping and cheering the loudest of them all.

Lilia starts to ask if they’d like an encore, if and so, which instrument? Mandolin or accordion? He can play them all! A member of the wait staff comes over to gently ask that Lilia put away his instruments, so then Lilia tries to sing without any musical accompaniment: “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, thaaat’s amoreeeeee 🎵”

He gets shut down a second time because, “Sir, your screeching is making the children at the next table over cry.” (Dylla gets a real kick out of Lilia’s enthusiasm though! “I can’t remember the last time a man was passionate enough to sing his heart out, consequences be damned!”)

When the food finally arrives, they realize that the chef must have made a mistake—there’s one plate of spaghetti, as though both of their orders were combined onto a single massive serving. But hey, Lilia’s willing to roll with it and just eat off the same plate. “What do you know, it’s family style!” he jokes. “In the Land of Crimson Long, it’s common for restaurants to serve food this way. You just pick out the portion you want to serve yourself.”

So that’s just what they do—stabbing their forks into the spaghetti at opposite ends and eating from that. Lilia’s appetite is healthy (he’s getting sauce on his mouth and is sucking up the noodles with such speed that a stray one slaps him in the face), but Dylla's got something on her mind.

She keeps winding her spaghetti around and around on her fork, lost in thought and doubts. Dylla wonders about a great deal of things. When is the right time to introduce this man to Deuce? How would he take it, especially when he’s gone without a father for his whole life? Was she even deserving of another husband, and someone as wonderful as Lilia?

Dylla absentmindedly brings the noodles to her mouth. There’s a slight tug at the other end (a stubborn clump, maybe?) but she pays it no mind, far too fixated on her thoughts. She doesn’t realize what’s happening until she feels something on her lips—and finds Lilia’s wide-eyed stare trained on her.

They hurriedly pull back from one another, and from the spaghetti-stained kiss. Dylla's slightly panicked and profusely apologetic, but Lilia reassures her that it’s fine, neither of them were anticipating it—and if anything, the guilt is split 50-50! “Guess we’ll both have to be sentenced for our grave crime!”

“… Oh, one moment. You have something here.” Lilia runs a thumb along the margins of Dylla's lower lip. It’s just some stray spaghetti sauce and lipstick smudges, but the gesture, however small, feels very tender and intimate, even moreso than the kiss. His hand lingers for maybe a second longer than it should have, but he, at last, retreats with a playful grin. “There you are, good as new.”

They fistfight to be the first one to the bill (their reasoning being, “it must be hard for you as a fellow single parent, let ME foot the full thing!”). Being fae, Lilia has the advantage with superior strength and speed, but Dylla gives him a good run for his money. They fight ends with Lilia headlocking his date and seizing the check in his mouth, puncturing the paper with his fangs.

Before any wallets can be opened, their (deeply exasperated) waiter asks them to “please just leave”, not even caring if they pay or not. (He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with shenanigans like this 💦)

They exit Tony’s and enter the night. There’s a full moon out to illuminate their way as they walk to Dylla's waiting magical wheel. As she produces her keys, Lilia tucks the red rose that had been with them at heir dining table behind her left ear. “May the Night guide you,” he says cryptically. Dylla isn’t sure what it means, but it makes the heat rise to her cheeks anyway. He sure knows how to sweet talk, his way into someone’s heart.

She asks Lilia where his ride is and he nonchalantly says that he “flew in”, which just leaves her slack jawed (until he cracks yet another classic Dad Joke with, “and boy, are my arms tired!”). “Well, if you’re up for it, I’d love to give you a lift home,” Dylla offers. “There’s plenty of room for another person.”

“If you could take me to Silver’s dorm, that would be great—but how scandalous! We disturb the public peace, don’t pay for our meal, then make a quick getaway on a motor vehicle?” Lilia climbs aboard, looping his arms around his date. “I think we’re shaping up to be quite the criminal couple.”

Dylla revs up her magical wheel, which lets out a monstrous groan. They peel off and merge into the road, racing the stars and sky that housed them, their peals of laughter filling the night. It was definitely one to remember.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #Lilia Vanrouge #Dylla Spade #Deuce Spade #Silver #disney twisted wonderland #unofficial blog event #yes I am sticking to this name #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #curiouser and curiouser #not me pushing the Lilia x Mrs. Spade agenda for the shitpost/j #Malleus Draconia #Cater Diamond #Kalim Al-Asim #Jamil Viper #Scarabia

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Have you ever thought about a jealous Duncan? I know he's the silent type but imagine that man marking his territory, leaving bites, pulling the reader's waist and pressing her against the wall and you know, completely exhausting her to the point where she can't walk for days ...

UGHHH i had not actually thought about it for some fucking reason but now i wont be able to get it out of my brain!!! 😭

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It was no surprise that the only dive bar in Triple Oak was full.

Somehow, you’d convinced Duncan to take you out for a drink, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to brood while you where there. He’d been nursing some scotch at your table by the corner for the past half hour, not making eye contact with anybody but you.

The place smelled like cigarettes, booze, sweat and cheap cologne. Somehow, though, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, just part of the charm of a shitty small town bar.

You nodded your head a little to the music, some indistinct country song that seemed vaguely familiar. You took the last swig of your drink and stood up.

“I’m gonna get another one, do you want anything?” You asked.

“I can get it for you.”

He started to stand up as well, but it would invariably attract more attention that you knew he didn’t want, so you stopped him.

“No, no, I can do it. Just stay here and hold down the fort, okay?” You said, giving him a teasing little smile. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

He sat back down with a grumble and you chuckled to yourself as you weaved through the pack of bodies towards the bar.

Duncan watched as you ordered, leaning against the bar as you waited for your drink. Some random biker struck up conversation with you, but based on your body language, it seemed harmless.

Still, Duncan’s fists clenched on the table when he saw he made you laugh. Not to mention, he was leaning just a little too close to you… but he made no attempts to touch you, which was smart of him if he wanted his hands to stay intact.

Duncan was still seething when you finally returned, but he immediately wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you close to him.

“Everything okay?” You asked, startled, glancing over at him.

But he wasn’t looking at you, and you followed his deadly glare to the biker that had complimented your jacket. The biker had glanced in your direction, but he quickly averted his gaze at the sight of Duncan.

He hooked a finger through one of your jean’s belt loops, as if making extra sure you wouldn’t go anywhere.

You bumped his arm playfully. “Really, big guy?”

He grunted but said nothing. You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned against his side. He relented, kissing the top of your head.

But then he seemed to think twice about it, tilting your face up for a proper kiss. You melted into it for a moment, letting him stake his claim, but you suddenly felt heat begin to course through you.

His grip on you tightened and you knew he was feeling the same way.

“We better get out of here before I throw you over my shoulder and carry you to my truck,” he whispered, lips inches apart.

You smiled, not completely against the idea of it, but not wanting to cause a scene.

“And when we get home?”

He gave you a promising look and smirked, silently pulling back to down his scotch. You shuddered with anticipation, secretly glad a strangers kindness led to this.

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#duncan vizla x reader #the black kaiser x reader #duncan vizla fanfiction #polar fanfiction #minors dni

[little-reader]

My Big Boy

Moving into a New town means New rules.

Warnings; Swearing, Death, violence, gore

Biker!Bucky Barnes x Rocker!Female!Reader

Authors Note; So the style for this character is very specific. It's between a trad goth and a Rock tomboy. So If you need me to start linking the clothes to get a better idea, just ask. Also, if you need any more facts or just questions about the character, submit them to me. Don't be afraid to ask.😘❤️

The annoying chime each second from my phone pissed me off as I threw it in the passenger seat. My car was full of boxes and bags at 4:38 a.m. and driving down the interstate. I turned my music up to block out the sound around me. I was done with the people back at home. All judgy Know-it-all’s and had no taste or sense of fashion. Button-ups and white skirts or tan Kackis weren't fashionable, it was Boring and plain

I was made fun of for the dark clothes I wore, or the piercings and tights I dressed in. My heels made me as tall as most boys, sometimes taller, and my black colored nails and make-up made me look slightly paler than I was. Their personalities were all the same. The same faces were full of make-up and the same old clothes. My parents were the same, trying to dress me “Normally” like my other 100 siblings so they wouldn’t be the tale of the town. 

I let out a huff of relief as I turned the channels until I reached a rock channel. Then turned it down, pulling into a parking lot. I was planning on moving to the next state. Which, by the looks of it, I would be there soon.

I found a town with cheap rent and a job. The part of town where I found an apartment looked like shit, but I would fit in somewhat. It was only that part of town and only that neighborhood. I talked to some of the people there and they said they were still working on it. The rest of the town was more… homey. Quiet for the most part, but I was only there for two hours when looking for somewhere to live, so I wouldn’t know.

I pulled beside a gas pump and grabbed my wallet before turning off my car and stepping out. I held the pump until my tank was full and headed into the gas station, getting a quiet “Hello” when I went in and Left for the drinks. I looked down at my black vans as I opened the door to grab a soda and two waters. 

I wasn’t in the most approachable clothes. I wore a DAZY Mock Neck Ribbed Knit Tank Top with a silver chain around my neck, black bag jeans with chains attached, and a black belt. I dyed my hair black a month ago and just had mascara on with silver earrings. Tattoos were written on my arms and a small snake tattoo on my temple. So no, I was not the nicest-looking person.

I grabbed a big bag of potato chips and left it on the counter, leaning on it as I scrolled through my phone and waited patiently for the man to get off the store phone. I heard motorcycles park and the door chime from the other side of the store as the man finally got off the phone. “Uh, anything else?” He asked.

I didn't look up from my phone and nodded. “Number 9, Sweet fruity,” I said, pointing at a vape as I turned my phone off, hearing the laughs of men behind me. He nodded, glancing behind me a few times as I placed money on the counter and grabbed the bag from the man. “Thanks.” He nodded and stopped me before I could turn. 

“Be careful out there, sweetheart.” I raised an eyebrow but nodded and turned, moving past the other men who were waiting behind me. I heard a “Hey Richie” from one of them as I left and a crunch of some sort. 

I made It to the town in about an hour or so. I was given the key to my apartment days before and an extra hidden under the railing. I opened the door to the sad apartment and I dragged two boxes in. Thankfully the room came with an old bed and kitchen, so I didn’t have to sleep on the floor.

Once I had gotten all the boxes and bags in, I changed the sheets and pillows, put the others in the wash, and lay down to take a nap.

I did wake up a few hours later by the ringing of my doorbell. The landlord had left some papers by the door and neighbors came to greet me, some giving me looks like I didn't belong but still being nice about it. They were short visits and some left food behind. Which would last at least a week.

I chomped on a cookie as I pressed on my hair with a towel and picked out my clothes from a box. I grabbed a bowie shirt, smokey gray pants, and a belt. Adding on my dog tag necklace and a few rings on my fingers. I grabbed my vans and jacket and left for my car. 

I had found a job before I left home and told them I would be able to work in a week. My plan was perfect, graduate, army, save money. It took months to find somewhere to live where my family wouldn’t try to find me. I packed throughout the months, acting like I was getting rid of things, and stocked them in a storage unit. I then slowly took canned food out of the cabinets and made a few problems in the house for my parents to focus on while I left for hours to find places. 

Last night was my last step. Which was leaving. I took a few hours off of work to pack half of my boxes and waited till the end of my shift to pack the rest. Then I texted my dad that my car broke down And I towed it to the dealership, where I parked it behind trees at an abandoned parking lot. I left the things I didn't care about in my house and left later that night. Making sure everyone was asleep or occupied as I snuck out of my window with a bag and walked two blocks to my car. Then I drove out of town, blocking my dad and mom, and turned off my location.

If someone asked why I did all of that, It’s because my family would drag me down and back. I made sure no one could find me. And now the last part of my plan.

I pulled into an office and parked as I got out of the car and entered. “Hello, I’m looking for Mr. Henkins's office?” I asked, then led into a room where I displayed my files, birth certificate, and resume. The man placed a contract on one side and a sheet. I had already attended a court case to do what I was doing. So now all I have to do is finish it. I started to sign the papers and gave them back with a smile.

“Great! You were Y/n L/n, Now, your Y/n Miller.” He stated, then handed me a contract. “Ms. Miller, this is from another part of the office. Mrs. Kin told me to give it to you.”

It was a form for my bank account so that I could erase the old one and move all my money into a new one. I smiled and signed it. “Thank you,” I said, handing it back. 

I grabbed groceries before I reached home and hit a local bakery. It smells mostly of strong cinnamon and butter. I walked up to the counter, where a young woman looked up, looking nervous. 

“Did they send you? I’m sorry, I know Richie still needs to get the rest of the money, but we haven't had enough time, I- I swear!” She said, her eyes widened. I raised an eyebrow as I took out my wallet. 

“Uh… I just wanted a donut, Sweetheart…” I said awkwardly. “I just moved here…” I said, placing money on the counter the woman's eyes softened and she let out a sigh of relief but still with her guard up.

“So you're not with the “Wolves?” She asked, making a few people turn their heads.

I laugh. “Uh… no. I don’t even know who they are.” I said. “Strawberry donut and…. Two danishes.” I said, placing an extra $5 down as a tip. I could see her relax and nod.

As she gave me the box of treats, she spoke. “I apologize. Really. It’s just… You dress like one of them.” I only nodded and left. I popped a Danish in my mouth and got into my car before driving off.

#bucky barnes x y/n #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #mcu #fiction #sebastian stan #goth aesthetic #emo girl #rocky/n #biker!bucky #biker!steve #biker!bucky barnes #biker!bucky x reader #goth girl #goth!reader #rockgoth #trad goth

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 The Morning After (Yoonjin) 🔞

Synopsis: What happens when you mix an accountant, a tattoo artist, and a lot of alcohol? A plethora of questionable life choices.

Tags: Drunk sex, anal fingering, unprotected sex, first time topping, masturbation, spanking, BDSM undertones, hair pulling, just get the holy water

Jin didn’t go to bars. They weren’t his thing. They were noisy and why pay $15 for a drink he could make at home? For some reason, he walked into the bar in the hotel after his work conference instead of going straight home. It was a hotel bar. It couldn’t be that noisy.

This bar was actually kind of cozy. Lots of dark wood and low lighting. There were lots of small booths which were clearly designed for 2 people to sit very close together. Jin couldn’t help but scoff. He hadn’t been on a date in over a year. He had ambitions. It’s what broke up his last relationship.

“Martini,” he said when he walked up to the bar.

“Coming right up,” the bartender replied.

“You look like you’d drink a real martini,” the voice was over his left shoulder. He turned and saw a guy in an old Rolling Stones tee, leather jacket, and jeans walk up to the bar. He had tattoos on his hands and mint green hair.

“And you look like you drink cheap beer,” Jin retorted.

“Maybe,” the guy replied. The bartender came back and gave Jin his drink.

“Can I get you something?” she asked.

“Whiskey on the rocks. A very small rock,” the guy replied. He looked at Jin. “Better than cheap beer?”

“I guess if you were going to drink hard liquor,” Jin replied. The guy’s drink came sliding down the bar.

“Care to continue this conversation sitting down?” he asked. Jin thought about the size of the booths again. This guy looked like he belonged in a biker gang. Looks could be deceiving, though.

“Sure,” he decided.

They settled into a booth, their knees touching. The guy was a couple inches shorter than Jin, but somehow their legs still managed to touch.

“I’m Yoongi, by the way,” he said.

“Jin,” he replied.

“So since we seem to be guessing about each other, I guess you’re here for work,” Yoongi said.

“Yeah, I had a conference here today,” Jin replied.

“What about me?” Yoongi leaned back a little, looking cocky as fuck. Jin hated to admit it, but it was kinda hot.

“You’re...a tattoo artist?” he ventured.

“That was an easy one,” Yoongi took a sip of his drink. “You’re definitely single.”

“Now that’s judgey,” Jin replied.

“You’re not wearing a ring and you decided to stick around after your conference was over. If you had someone to go home to, you would have,” Yoongi pointed out.

“You’re single, too,” Jin huffed.

“Am I?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You’re also not wearing a ring and you’re also in a hotel bar,” Jin replied.

“What if I come here regularly?” Yoongi asked.

“If you came here regularly, then the bartender would recognize you,” Jin said.

“Not bad,” Yoongi replied. “I’m also here for work. Tattoo convention.”

“Those are a thing?” Jin cocked his head.

“Yup,” Yoongi finished his drink. “I don’t suppose you have any?”

“No,” Jin tried to control his blush.

“Didn’t think so,” Yoongi grinned. “You gonna finish that? I’m ready for another round.”

“Of drinking or guessing?” Jin questioned.

“Both,” Yoongi replied. Jin quickly finished his drink and Yoongi flagged down a waitress to order more. Jin hadn’t eaten anything since lunch and he could already feel the alcohol going to his head.

“So you obviously have to wear a tie to work. I’m gonna guess you do something technical,” Yoongi said when the next round arrived.

“I’m an accountant,” Jin said.

“Math, close enough,” Yoongi leaned closer to Jin. “But now for the interesting stuff.”

“Like what?” Jin asked.

“I think one more round and we’ll both be ready to do something that involves a little less talking and definitely less clothing,” Yoongi said. “Unless you’re not interested.”

Jin swallowed hard. Now he was sure he was blushing. He’d never hooked up with anyone before. That wasn’t his thing. Bars weren’t his thing either. Jin found himself wondering exactly how much of Yoongi’s skin was tattooed. He saw a grin curl on Yoongi’s lips.

“So you are interested,” the other man said.

“I am,” Jin’s pulse was rushing in his ears.

“Good,” he grinned.

They ordered their last round and had progressed to the giggly stage. Yoongi had put his hand on Jin’s thigh and Jin had one arm around Yoongi’s waist.

“I was not expecting this when I walked in here,” Yoongi said.

“Me neither,” Jin agreed. They stared at each other for a second. Then Yoongi started to close the distance between them. Jin held tighter onto Yoongi’s waist as their lips touched. He felt Yoongi’s hand slide up his thigh toward his rapidly growing erection. Jin pulled Yoongi closer into him when he felt Yoongi’s tongue brush his lips. Jin willingly opened his mouth and let Yoongi’s tongue in. He slid his free hand up Yoongi’s back and curled his fingers around his neck.

“We need to leave soon or we’re gonna get kicked out for fucking in this booth,” Jin said against Yoongi’s lips.

“I’ll pay the tab. Don’t go anywhere,” Yoongi slowly and grudgingly extracted himself from Jin’s grasp.

Jin shifted in his seat. His pants were tight and he was itching to get his hands back on Yoongi as fast as possible. He was a little drunk and very horny, but goddamn Yoongi was hot. It wasn’t simply that Jin hadn’t gotten laid in a year.

“Let’s go,” Yoongi looked down at him when he got back to the table.

“Where to?” Jin asked.

“My place isn’t far,” Yoongi told him.

“Good,” Jin replied as he got up. “Very good.”

Jin slid his hand in the back pocket of Yoongi’s jeans as they walked.

“That’s not fair,” Yoongi pouted. “You don’t have a pocket there.”

“Guess you’ll have to put your hand somewhere else,” Jin grinned.

“I’d put it down the front of your pants, but then walking might be an issue,” Yoongi retorted.

“Speaking of walking, are we there yet?” Jin asked.

“This is my building,” Yoongi stopped abd nodded toward the building they’d stopped in front of.

“Do I get to fuck you against the wall of the elevator?” Jin pressed his lips to Yoongi’s ear. The alcohol had definitely made him bolder.

“I’m on the first floor,” they walked in and Yoongi unlocked the second door on the hall. Jin took his hand out of Yoongi’s jeans and watched Yoongi’s pulse increase at the base of his throat.

“Where am I gonna fuck you? Do I have to guess that you like a cock in your ass?” Jin nested himself against Yoongi.

“Do you?” Yoongi replied as he opened the door.

“You don’t fondle someone’s cock like that unless you want to feel it in you,” Jin breathed.

“Is it as thick as I think it is?” Yoongi whined a little.

“Thicker. When I’m done with you, you’ll be limping. That’s assuming you can stand up in the first place,” Jin felt Yoongi’s fingers press into his waist. He whined louder this time.

“Not so full of bravado now, are you?” Jin snaked his hands onto Yoongi’s ass and pinched it hard. Yoongi groaned.

“Can we please take our clothes off?” Yoongi panted.

“Since you said please…” Jin leaned back to loosen his tie and pull it off. Yoongi almost tore his shirt as he took it off. Yoongi was naked by the time Jin started working on his pants. Stupid dress clothes and all their layers. When he finally got his clothes off, Yoongi looked down at Jin’s cock. Cats looked at mice with less desire. Yoongi grabbed Jin’s arm and pulled him into the bedroom.

“Please?” he looked at Jin with doe eyes.

“Please what?” Jin grinned.

“Please let me have your cock,” Yoongi whined.

“You’re one needy bitch,” Jin pushed him on the bed. Yoongi eagerly wrapped his legs around Jin’s hips when their lips had barely even touched. He was pushing his hips up so his dick rubbed against Jin’s.

“You don’t want to do that. You don’t want to come this way,” Jin whispered. Yoongi stopped moving, but not before a whimper of protest. “Are you gonna be a whiny little bitch while I’m fucking you? Are you gonna whimper while I give you all of my cock like you asked for?”

“Want you so much,” Yoongi begged.

“Then get on your stomach, gimme the lube, and I’ll give it to you,” Jin replied. Yoongi pointed to the nightstand and Jin pulled out a half full bottle of lube. Yoongi obediently got on his stomach. Jin roughly forced Yoongi’s legs apart and lubed them both. He separated Yoongi’s ass cheeks and opened him up with ease. Jin pushed just the tip in.

“Oh fuck,” Yoongi moaned.

“Yes?” Jin smirked.

“More,” he said. Jin slid in further. Yoongi moaned louder. “More.”

“I must be doing something wrong since you aren’t whining for me yet,” Jin said. Yoongi was tight. Really tight. Jin hated to brag, but he was big. Most guys felt tight.

“All of it. I want all of it,” Yoongi breathed under him.

“Okay,” Jin pushed completely inside Yoongi. He listened to him moan loud enough that he could probably be heard through the wall. Jin ran his fingers up Yoongi’s spine. He felt him contract around him. He stopped when he got right under Yoongi’s head.

“You want me to pull your hair? You want me to hurt you?” Jin asked.

“I want you to spank me,” Yoongi replied.

“Do you now?” Jin grinned.

“Yes please,” the other man breathed.

“Up,” Jin ordered, not taking his hand off Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi slowly got up on his hands and knees. Jin gave him a solid slap.

“Harder,” Yoongi said. Jin hit him with a lot more force the second time. Yoongi grunted.

“Did I get it right this time?” he asked.

“Yes. Please hit me more,” Yoongi whined.

“While I pull this nice soft hair of yours? I think you might come just from that. I wouldn’t even have to fuck you,” Jin said.

“I can come twice. Please, please master, hit me again,” Yoongi begged. Jin froze. Master? Where the hell had he come up with that?

“Master? If I’m the master, then who are you?” Jin asked carefully.

“Pet. Call me pet,” he whined.

“Well then...pet…” Jin let the word roll off his tongue. “I’ll hit you until you come for me then I’ll fuck you until you come for me again.”

“Please, please do that,” Yoongi whimpered. Jin had a hard time believing that the tattooed, green haired tough guy he met in the bar a few hours ago was a whimpering mess underneath him. Yet he was balls deep in his tight ass feeling Yoongi shake while he weaved his fingers in Yoongi’s light green hair. Jin roughly pulled Yoongi’s head back and slapped his other ass cheek.

“More. Harder,” Yoongi panted.

“Are pets supposed to give their masters orders?” It was a genuine question. Jin had never done anything like this in bed before. Yoongi didn’t respond immediately.

“I’ll tell you how to do it,” Yoongi replied, trying to catch his breath.

“Okay,” Jin nodded.

“Hit me as hard as you can,” Yoongi breathed. Jin tightened his grip on Yoongi’s hair and hit him as hard as he was comfortable with. Yoongi whined. Jin kept spanking him until he felt Yoongi start to shake.

“What is it pet?” Jin asked.

“Gonna come,” he swayed his back against Jin’s grip. Jin released his hair and grabbed onto Yoongi’s hips. Yoongi fell down onto his elbows as he came. He jerked against Jin’s grip as he spilled come all over the bed.

“Fuck me,” he panted when he finished. He dipped his head to look back at Jin.

“Yes pet,” Jin tightened his grip on Yoongi’s hips and started ramming his cock into him. Yoongi started whining almost immediately. Jin couldn’t think of a good way to describe him other than fuckable. Yoongi was perfectly fuckable. His whining and moaning only got Jin hotter. The sound of their sweaty thighs slapping together made Jin groan. He dug his fingers deeper into Yoongi’s hips. Yoongi whined louder.

“You gonna come for me again, pet?” Jin asked.

“Soon,” he whimpered. “Soon.”

“I’m gonna come in your tight little ass right now,” Jin fell on Yoongi’s back as he came. He felt his cock pump into Yoongi with everything it had. It was only then that he realized he hadn’t used a condom. Fuck.

Yoongi came for a second time under him, but it was mostly a dribble. Jin pulled out, leaving a trail of come leaking out of Yoongi. How was he going to bring this up? Yoongi was lying on the bed looking up at him.

“You okay?” he asked.

“This was a mistake. I’m sorry. I should go,” Jin panicked.

“Don’t you at least want to shower?” Yoongi asked.

“Um, no, I’ll just...go…” Jin looked around to see where his clothes were.

“Look, Jin,” Yoongi sat up.

“I don’t even know you and I didn’t use a condom,” he said more to himself than Yoongi.

“I’m clean. Do you want to see my test results?” Yoongi said. “Unless you aren’t?”

“Of course I am,” Jin snapped. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“I think you need to calm down a little before you leave. I don’t know how far away you live, but it’s late and you’re awfully worked up to be getting home by yourself,” Yoongi told him. Jin knew he was right. He was upset that he’d been so caught up in the moment that a condom hadn’t even occurred to him. He’d never hooked up with anyone before. He’d never topped. All of this was new and his head was bordering on exploding.

“Will you at least stay until you calm down?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah, I’ll do that,” Jin agreed.

“Good. Now come get in bed so we can cuddle,” Yoongi pulled the soiled duvet off.

“Cuddle?” Jin looked at him.

“You don’t cuddle after sex?” Yoongi looked surprised.

“No, I guess I just, I dunno,” Jin sat back on the bed.

“If you think too much more, your head is gonna explode,” Yoongi smiled at him.

“This is all new to me,” he told Yoongi.

“Then I’ll be big spoon. Lie down,” Yoongi said gently. Jin gingerly lied down in the bed and Yoongi got behind him. He wrapped his arms around Jin’s chest and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Just relax,” he said.

“Okay,” before he knew it, Jin was asleep.

When Jin got home the next morning, he immediately texted his best friend.

Jin: So I kinda hooked up with someone last night

Namjoon: Whoa, you what?

Jin: Yeah, but he was super hot & we were a little drunk…

Namjoon: 🤦🏻

Jin: What?

Namjoon: Where was this hookup exactly?

Jin: His place. Twice

Namjoon: I don’t know whether to slap you or congratulate you

Jin: Slap me then congratulate me?

Namjoon: Sounds fair

Jin tossed his phone on the other end of the couch and rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t believe he’d actually done this. Then his phone pinged.

Unknown Number: So this is kind of awkward, but

Jin: Who is this?

Unknown Number: Yoongi. From the bar last night. And this morning.

Jin: How did you get my number?

Yoongi: From your phone last night

Jin: You could’ve just asked

Yoongi: I know. Do you want to go out again? Like not drunk?

Jin: Sure

Yoongi: So are you free tonight?

Jin: Yeah. All I do is go to work, come home, & watch TV with my cat

Yoongi: Except when you decide to hook up with a random guy from a bar you’ve never been to

Jin: Except that. Do you want to come over here? Unless you’re allergic to cats

Yoongi: Nope. Should I bring anything?

Jin: Lube

Yoongi: 😂😂😂 can do

He was actually going to see Yoongi again. He’d been fantasizing about how his cock felt in Yoongi’s ass all day. Jin reached down and unzipped his jeans to release some of the pressure in his crotch. Fuck, the thought of Yoongi’s smooth, perfect ass in his hands again was enough to make him whimper. He quickly texted Yoongi his address and the time to meet, then opened his pants completely. He crudely spit in his palm, then rested his head on the back of the couch. He spread his legs a little as he firmly wrapped his long fingers around his shaking hardness. He replayed Yoongi’s whining in his mind. He grazed a finger over the slit, practically dripping precome. He pushed his free hand down against his thigh. He moved his hand faster, imaging Yoongi’s ass tight around his dick. A moan escaped his throat again. He pumped his cock as fast as he could, pressing against his thigh and the couch for leverage. Jin heard his phone go off, dared to look down at it, and saw it was Yoongi. That sent him over the edge. He cussed and thrust aggressively into his hand as he came. This was gonna be a hell of a night.

Yoongi showed up at the door a few hours later. He handed Jin a bag that was too big for just lube.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“I felt like lube wasn’t the only thing I should bring the first time I visit,” Yoongi replied. Jin pulled out a bottle of amber liquid.

“It’s my favorite whiskey. I don’t know if you’re a whiskey drinker, but I thought you might want to give it a try,” he said.

“Thank you,” Jin smiled. “Shall I open it now?”

“Shall we start drinking on empty stomachs?” Yoongi stepped closer to Jin and hooked his thumbs in Jin’s beltloops.

“I was going to order food. Any preferences?” Jin asked, resting his hands on Yoongi’s hips.

“Got a Thai place around here? I’ve got a craving for some Pad Thai,” Yoongi inched closer to Jin’s chest.

“Does that pair well with whiskey?” Jin extended his fingers and teased his index fingers under Yoongi’s shirt. His skin was soft and warm.

“I wasn’t planning on there being much left by the time dinner got here,” Yoongi tilted his chin up and his breath grazed Jin’s lips.

“What makes you think I can drink that fast?” Jin held their bodies flush against each other.

“Nothing. I just think it would be fun to see how fast we have to put our clothes back on when the delivery guy gets here,” Yoongi smiled at him.

“I think I like that idea,” Jin pressed his lips against Yoongi’s. They tasted sweet, almost like pure sugar. He laved his tongue across the other’s lower lip. Yoongi slightly parted his lips, barely giving Jin enough space for his tongue to enter. Jin knew he was teasing him. Yoongi tried to nip at Jin’s lip and he pulled away.

“Not fair,” Yoongi pouted against Jin’s saliva slicked mouth.

“You think you’re the only tease around here?” Jin put his whole hands on Yoongi’s sides.

“I suppose I’m not,” Yoongi consented.

“Nope. You’re not,” Jin grinned.

“Should I pour us some drinks?” Yoongi asked.

“I don’t exactly have cut crystal,” Jin said.

“As long as you have glasses and ice, I’ll make it work,” Yoongi told him. Jin reluctantly let go and went to the kitchen to get the glasses and a little ice. He took the opportunity to adjust himself where Yoongi couldn’t see him. He was half hard already. If he was this horny sober, they’d be completely naked and on top of each other after one drink. Not that he minded. It would make Yoongi’s little delivery guy challenge better.

“So when should I order-“ Jin stopped when he saw Yoongi casually lounging on the sofa with his shirt off.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Yoongi grinned. Jin knew he looked surprised. Forget half hard. His cock was begging to be let out. Jin bit back a whine. Yoongi smirked.

“Maybe I decided to skip the drinking and go straight to the removal of clothing,”

“The ice is melting,” Jin said, unable to tear his eyes away from the tattooed boy on his couch.

“Then go ahead and pour us some drinks,” Yoongi nodded toward the bottle on the coffee table. Jin tried to open the bottle and realized he had no idea how to get it open.

“Allow me,” Yoongi chuckled. He cracked the wax seal off the top and then twisted the cork out of the bottle like champagne.

“Oh,” Jin said.

“Fancy, right?” Yoongi smiled as he took the glasses.

“Didn’t know you were gonna bring something so classy over,” Jin laughed a little as he took a glass.

“Are you saying I’m not classy,” Yoongi clinked his glass against Jin’s.

“No, just no idea you liked fancy booze,” Jin took a sip.

“Guess you need to get to know me better,” Yoongi straddled Jin after he sat down.

“I am completely okay with that,” Jin wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s chest and kissed him.

“You’re interrupting my drinking,” Yoongi teased against Jin’s lips.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Jin said, exaggerating his words. Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jin’s shoulders, locking his cup behind Jin’s head.

“You should be,” he replied. “You should be very sorry.”

He kissed Jin deeply. Jin kissed him back, rubbing one hand on Yoongi’s thigh.

“Why are you so fucking hot?” Jin asked, holding his hand on Yoongi’s hip. Yoongi tipped his cup over Jin’s head and took a drink.

“It’s a gift,” he grinned. He leaned back and handed Jin a drink. “Speaking of gifts, perhaps you should partake of mine,” Jin took the cup and smiled.

“I wouldn’t want to be rude,” he took a drink.

“This is a date,” Yoongi adjusted himself in Jin’s lap. Jin was hoping he didn’t notice the ever growing bulge in his pants.

“One where you already have your shirt off,” Jin observed.

“Then maybe you should take yours off,” Yoongi looked down at him.

“Maybe I will,” Jin put his drink down and wrestled out of his t-shirt. He barely got it off when Yoongi kissed him again. His tongue tickled the crease between Jin’s lips. He parted them slightly and Yoongi took all the space Jin gave him. Jin carefully sucked on Yoongi’s tongue, causing him to moan into his mouth. Jin put his hands on Yoongi’s ass and pulled him up higher on his lap.

“Somebody’s excited,” Yoongi grinned.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Jin replied.

“How about you order dinner and see if we can beat the delivery guy or not,” Yoongi told him as he reached between them toward Jin’s waistband. Jin grunted when Yoongi popped open the button and barely grazed his cock.

“If you would please pass me my phone,” he said. Yoongi made a display of leaning back and showing off his tattooed torso. Jin bit his lip. Yoongi smirked when he handed Jin his phone.

“Thanks,” Jin said.

“Anytime,” Yoongi unzipped Jin’s jeans a little. “Dinner?”

“Right,” Jin dialed the number and had to keep his voice steady as Yoongi nibbled at his neck. Yoongi giggled every time Jin jumped.

“How long?” he asked innocently.

“Half an hour,” Jin told him.

“Plenty of time,” Yoongi nipped at his neck one more time.

“You’re assuming I don’t want to draw it out and torture you,” Jin unbuttoned Yoongi’s jeans.

“Torture me, huh?” Yoongi completely unzipped Jin’s pants.

“I might decide to take my time with you,” Jin kissed his chin. Yoongi swung his leg off Jin’s lap and lied back on the couch. His pants were open and there was a wet spot on his underwear from the precome. Jin licked his lips.

“Tempting,” he grinned as he pulled Yoongi’s pants and underwear down. His cock whipped free, pink and pulsing.

“Change your mind?” Yoongi asked.

“No, I’m still gonna fuck you. I just want to take in the view first,” Jin replied. Yoongi stretched his arms over his head so he was on full display for Jin. If he hadn’t been hard before, Jin was hard now. He quickly pulled off his own pants and stretched out on top of Yoongi, their cocks brushing against each other. Yoongi sucked in a sharp breath.

“Sensitive?” Jin teased.

“Maybe,” Yoongi replied, looping an arm around Jin’s shoulders.

“You might not last until dinner gets here,” Jin slid his palm up Yoongi’s side and cupped his chin in his hand.

“Was that a challenge?” Yoongi asked.

“Mmhmm,” Jin kissed him and rutted his hips against Yoongi’s. Yoongi groaned into his mouth. Jin smiled against Yoongi’s mouth.

“Spread those legs for me, pet. I’m gonna make you cry,” he whispered.

“Yes Master,” Yoongi breathed in his ear. Jin sat up and lubed up his cock. Yoongi took his legs and spread them wide, presenting his anxious hole to Jin. He was hit with the desire to tease the quivering entrance with his mouth. Maybe later. He had all night to make Yoongi come until he couldn’t anymore. Jin hooked one of Yoongi’s legs over his shoulder and eased his cock in. Yoongi arched his back and grunted when the head popped in.

“Is that what you were waiting for, my pet? To feel me inside you again?” Jin ran his fingers down Yoongi’s cheek.

“Yes, yes I’ve wanted it,” he whined. His whines were so beautiful. Jin inched in further.

“You want more?” he reached up and took one of Yoongi’s nipples between his fingers. He carefully rolled the dark, hard bud between them. Yoongi whined and pushed himself down on Jin’s dick.

“All, I want all of you,” he said.

“Have you been good? Should I let you have all of me?” Jin teased, lightly pinching Yoongi’s nipple. He squeaked.

“Yes. I’ve been good,” Yoongi nodded. Jin smiled down at him and bottomed out without another word. Yoongi grunted and dug his fingers into Jin’s back. Jin braced his hands on the arm of the couch and gave a powerful thrust into Yoongi. He whined.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Jin asked. He thrust into him again and Yoongi whined louder. “That’s more like it.”

“Faster, please,” he moaned.

“This isn’t good enough for you, pet? You have my cock,” Jin dropped his head by Yoongi’s ear and nipped at it.

“Want...you...to pound me...” he panted.

“You want me to wreck your pretty hole on my cock? Is that what you want?” Jin licked his ear.

“Yes...yes please,” he moaned.

“Since you said please,” Jin bobbed his head and kissed him before moving Yoongi’s leg around his hip. He pulled the other one up so they were loosely crossed around his hips. Then he began to aggressively thrust into the tattooed boy below him. Yoongi was whining and begging as Jin bucked his hips.

“I’m...so...close...” Yoongi panted. Then they heard a knock on the door.

“I’m gonna need to get that, pet,” Jin said.

“But Jin,” Yoongi whined. Jin pulled out and stood up to pull on his pants, his still hard cock wet with lube and precome.

“I’ll be back. Be good,” Jin said. Yoongi gave him a pouty look as he walked to the door. The delivery guy raised an eyebrow when Jin answered the door shirtless. He made sure to tip him extra.

“Dinner’s here,” Jin brought the bag back into the living room. He almost dropped it when he saw Yoongi. He was on his side fingering himself.

“What are you...?” Jin asked.

“I didn’t want to tighten up while you were answering the door,” he grinned. Jin put the bag down and pulled his pants back off. Yoongi withdrew three fingers and lied back on his back.

“I will make you finger yourself for me at some point,” Jin told him as he entered him again.

“I’ll put on a very good show for you,” Yoongi replied as he wrapped his legs back around Jin’s hips.

“I wouldn’t accept anything less,” Jin replied and punctuated it with a thrust. Yoongi grunted and pushed his head back into the arm of the couch.

“Good pet,” Jin chuckled.

“Mmph, yes Master,” Yoongi replied, adjusting himself on Jin’s cock. Jin thrust hard into his partner, eliciting a loud moan.

“Are you still close?” he purred.

“Very,” Yoongi gasped. “Please, finish me.”

“I already made you wait once, so I’ll be nice. This time,” Jin took Yoongi’s hips and thrust him hard onto his cock. He clawed at Jin’s forearms when he came, hot come spilling on his torso. Jin worked him through the orgasm, carefully hitting his prostate each time. Yoongi squirmed and whined under him. Jin felt his own orgasm begin to rise as Yoongi shuddered around his cock. He tightened his grip on Yoongi’s hips and let himself go. His dick pumped hard into Yoongi’s ass, this time not concerned that there wasn’t a condom. He held on to the waves of pleasure before finally finishing and collapsing on Yoongi’s sticky chest.

“Good?” Yoongi asked, kissing the top of Jin’s head.

“Very good,” he replied.

“So, I was thinking...” Yoongi started.

“Yeah?” Jin asked.

“Well, we obviously have great sex and I did enjoy talking to you before we got really drunk and fucked,” he said. Jin propped his chin up on Yoongi’s chest.

“Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” Yoongi replied.

“I would love to be your boyfriend,” Jin replied. Yoongi broke out into a wide smile.

“I dunno about you, but I’m starving. Shall we eat and then I fuck this tight little ass of yours again?” Jin said.

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Yoongi agreed. “Boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend,” Jin grinned.

#minors dni #bts yoonjin #bts fanfic #bts smut

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Mr Mechanic {Toji Fushiguro} **So this is actually my first written work (not just shitposting anymore), I'm warming up to the idea of sharing some of my fan fiction. This is based off of a chat.ia, authored by @sxgarcore -> He's a mechanic and you need his help. Let me know if you want a Part 2!** Warnings: just a little nsfw... not that much at all. Like I said, I'm warming up lol.

It had been a blistering, sweltering day. The perfect day for a ride, but the absolute worst day to break down on the side of the road. As you had. In the middle of who knows where, the soft purr of the engine had stuttered twice, only giving you moments to pull off the freeway before your sleek bike died completely. Now, you knew your motorbikes, but you were in no shape or form (or place with the tools necessary) to even think about trying to fix whatever was wrong with your metal baby. So here you are, panting, practically dripping sweat as you finally roll your bike into the mechanic of the nearest town. Thank whichever Gods that there was one.

The day was cooling only just now the sun had begun to set, and your protective biker's jacket had long been stripped off and tied loosely around your waist. Leaving you in a grey, fitted tank top. The way you pant as you roll into the garage looking for help is comical, and it alerts said mechanic who is under a beat up, old dusty truck. He rolls out from under the car, using a rag to wipe grease from his hands. 

"Can I help ya sugar?" He asks, and you pause to catch your breath as his eyes run up and down your figure. 

"Well?"

You wipe some sweat from your brow and smile as best you can given the circumstance.

"My bike… broke down some miles down the freeway. M'so glad I found you!

His eyebrows jump in slight amusement and he chuckles. "Alright. It happens." He crosses his arms over his wide chest, muscles tensing in a way that finds you suddenly very interested in your nails as you fidget. He walks towards you with concentration and you step back so he can take a look at your bike. You feel awkward standing in silence, it's not even like you can go somewhere, you are stranded in the garage with a ridiculously hot and greased up hunk of muscle. Shit.

"I've been working on her myself… I really should've known better than to take her out for this big a trip… I was hopeful though." You sigh in disappointment, gazing longingly at the machine before you, thinking back to the weekend when you had thought it a good idea to tinker.

He doesn't reply straight away, just assesses the bike with meticulous focus. You wonder how meticulous he is with other things… you wonder if he has a girlfriend. He breaks your train of thought. "Here's the problem," he points to a part with a fracture through the side. "This is gonna need to be replaced… and she ain't cheap. It'll be a couple of hundred bucks." He stands, looking you over with what you think could be the slightest tinge of pity.

You swear slightly under your breath at the price, even though you should know by now having a bike isn't cheap. You try your best to remain polite. "You know, I love my bike… but sometimes I swear to God she does my head in." As you speak, you unwrap your jacket from your waist and chuck it over the seat of your bike, needing to fish around for your wallet that is in there somewhere. As you look for your wallet you don't notice how he smirks as you swear under your breath, or how his gaze dips hesitantly down your back.

"What's your name?" His question feels slightly out of the blue, but you reply nonetheless. It makes you feel slightly giddy that you get to exchange names. You swear again as you dig around for your wallet and Toji's gaze is now directly on your ass as it sticks out slightly. He eyes the curve of your butt under your jeans and feels bold. "Question… you single? Just, curiosity of course." He says as if he's the politest, most gentlemanly guy in the world.

Your eyes snap to his, a nice pink flush on your cheeks which you purposefully choose to ignore. "You coming onto me or something?" You ask a bit incredulous. Lord knows this man is not without ladies… and yet, here he is alone in his garage on a nice evening.

"Yeah, I am." He chuckles, stepping closer. "So, you got a boyfriend?"

You give him a onceover. You wonder how often he plays this little role of his, all hunky and brooding. It gives you an itch of irritation when people play it so cool, so you reply in kind. "Nope." You pop the 'p' after giving him a once over and he grins with teeth at the attitude.

"Well then, you free tonight?" He asks leaning down. You have to look up at him, you quickly realise he's too tall for you to look at all intimidating  and as he continues to close the distance between your faces you shuffle and hold up a hand. 

"Hold up, big guy. You're gonna need to try a bit harder than that."

An actually laugh escapes him (rude), and he wraps a free strand of hair around his finger as he looks down at you. "Try me, babe." You feel the defiance in you beginning to crumble due to the soft rasp in his voice, his dark eyes and his really, really distracting shoulders and arms. It's all you can do to whisper a reply. "I'll have you know I'm tougher than I look, to handle that is." You don't know if you’re cringing or feeling good about the reply but the amused twinkle in his eye tells you he thinks it's pretty cute. 

"I think I can handle it… you." He's back to all smirks as your breath shakes in exhale.

His arms land on your bike behind you, trapping you. You can feel your heart stuttering slightly at his intense gaze. The way he leans into you - nosing just brushing -  sends your mind blank, eyes flicking to his lips, the small scar at the corner. His lips barely graze yours as he mutters to you. "I need a yes…" there is a slight twitch of his jaw, and you realise he is waiting- no, holding himself back.

You feel a shiver up your spine as you whisper a reply. "Please." 

The words are barely out of your mouth before his lips seal against yours, his large, rough hands cupping your jaw and tilting your face up to meet his at a deeper angle. You feel as though the breath has been stolen from you, and you just know your face his bright pink as your hands curl into his hair. He groans at the touch and his body pushed up against yours. Your lips part slightly as you feel his tight muscles against your soft curves, his hands now leaving your face and running down your sides. His fingers squeezing spots here and there along the way. He pushes a thick thigh between your legs and you have to grip his tank so you don't fall back onto your bike. A small noise escapes you at the friction between your thighs, breath stuttering.

He grins against your mouth, breaking the kiss and moving his lips down your neck in soft, kisses. He seems to realise his height is a problem for this, and in a swift movement he has hooked his hands under your ass and hoisted you up into his arms, making a approving grunt as you automatically hook your legs around his waist. He plants small bites down you neck easily now, panting softly as he sucks and nips at your soft skin. Each shuddering breath you make because of the action strokes his ego and you feel his hard, needy erection pressing firmly against your hips.

Your mind feels slightly static, a bit disconnected from what's happening but also completely aware of every slight touch and move. As if it’s too unbelievable so it is obviously just a really, really realistic wet dream. He's carrying you somewhere, pressing some button that has the garage doors closing with a grating whine of metal scraping against metal. Just as you whisper his name, you're plonked down on a workbench, papers crumpling. You try to ask if they're are important but he huffs. "As if I give a shit about that right now." His hands roam your thighs as he stands back to look at your flushed, slightly dazed expression.

"Look at you… if this is what some making out does, I'm about to wreck you." He grins wickedly, lust so evident in his eyes you feel your pussy throb, clenching around nothing. Yet.

#toji fushiguro #toji x reader #y/n #reader insert #jjk x reader #help I need support #pls be nice it's my first try #eek #toji is BIG #I just know he is

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Miraculous Separate Worlds - Chapter 2 - Here and Now

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            Marinette and Alya worked in the Dupain-Cheng bakery kitchen to prepare snacks for their girl’s night at Juleka’s place. Their kwamis, the ladybug, Tikki, and the mouse, Mullo, sat on a nearby shelf and ate a loaf of banana nut bread. Marinette slid by Tikki, giving her a little scratch on the head. Alya did the same and paused when Mullo’s ear twitched.

            “I hear a bike,” Mullo said.

            “She’s here,” Marinette and Alya said.

            Alya moved out of the kitchen as Alix burst through the door. Marinette poked her head out as Alix headed for them. She stepped back into the kitchen with them and de-transformed. Her biker outfit reverted to a strappy black crop tank, ripped skinny jeans, and combat boots. An owl kwami hovered beside her, then joined the other two kwamis.

            “Did you find anything?” Alya asked.

            “Sure did. Take a look.”

            Alix slammed a magazine on the prep table.

            Alya picked it up and flipped through it while Marinette stole glances at it. Alya flipped through until she found a page with rock legend, Jagged Stone. She placed it on the prep table and turned the pages. She skimmed the contents of the trashy gossip then paused at the next page. They all stared at the page.

            A young man was displayed on the entire page. He was dressed in rugged, worn leather rocker clothes. His shirt torn to tease a six pack for the camera. His long hair fluffed up and spiked with dark blue dyed tips, mirroring Jagged Stone’s purple. He stared ahead with cold, harsh golden amber eyes with indifference in his face.

            “Is this really Luka?” Marinette asked.

            “It has to be. His name is listed in the article here. Well, he’s called Jagged Jr., so I would assume it’s him. Not to mention the bits of Anarka I see in him. Granted I definitely see more Jagged in him than Anarka. Oh, and don’t forget Juleka’s piercing golden eyes,” Alya pointed out.

            “Really? This is him? He looks like a bitch,” Alix remarked.

            “Alix,” Marinette hissed.

            “What? He looks like a little wanna-be bitch boy. If he ever showed his face around me and my old crew, we’d kick his ass for being a little poser. Plus, that little six pack tease is all fake. Man doesn’t lift at all,” Alix added.

            “I’ll agree with the last sentiment. The make-up and effects did a decent job trying to make it real, but you can see the flaws,” Alya agreed.

            “Really? It would’ve fooled me,” Marinette admitted.

            “It’s supposed to. You know, just a little eye candy even if it isn’t real,” Alya remarked.

            Alix snorted. “Pretty little wrapper, horrible cheap ass candy. Bitch probably ain’t worth shit.”

            “Alix, we can’t judge a book by its cover. Especially an artificial one,” Marinette pointed out.

            “Whatever. What good is any of this anyway?” Alix demanded.

            “Curiosity, I guess. I was worried about Juleka when she said Anarka had a breakdown. I had a feeling she saw something about Luka. After all, you know her reaction to Jagged,” Marinette said.

            “I… alright, I see now. But what could we even do with this? If we could have figured what the issue was before, then why bother?”

            “Because there’s something here,” Alya pointed out.

            “What?” Alix and Marinette asked.

            “Rumors and mere gossip, but a possibility. Here, in this section, states how the rockstar father-son duo may be starting their new tour in Paris.”

            Alix’s jaw dropped. She snatched the magazine from Alya and read over it.

            “But Jagged hasn’t stopped in Paris in years. What would change now?” Marinette asked.

            “I’m not sure but take it with a grain of salt for the time. It’s just words from a gossip magazine. For all we know, it could truly just be rumor,” Alya said.

            “I think we should keep an eye on this still,” Alix declared.

            “Are you sure?” Marinette asked.

            “Well, if it is true, it could prove interesting. Helpful almost,” Alya remarked.

            “Just keep your eyes and ears open, ladies. If bitch boy does find his way to Paris, we ought to welcome him, no?”

            Alya and Marinette smiled. “Agreed.”

            “Excellent! Now, this girl’s night, who are we expecting?” Alix asked.

            “Us three, Juleka and her dragon, Anarka, and the Agreste twins,” Marinette answered.

            Alix grinned from ear to ear. “The Agreste twins, you say. Interesting. Very interesting.”

            “I don’t like that smile,” Marinette said.

            “Good, cause I’m making plans. And, yes, you should be very afraid.”

            Marinette deadpanned. “Lovely.”

            “Alright! I have what I need. Min, open my eyes!”

            Min vanished into Alix’s bracelet. Her clothes transformed into her white long biker coat that feathered out at the bottom. Black markings decorated the feathers and sleeves of it like a snow owl. On the back was her biker name “Snow Owl” with a snow owl. Paired with the coat was a set of fingerless black gloves and white boots with black platforms.

            “I’ll catch you ladies soon.”

            Alix summoned her weapon, a book, and ran out. She tossed the book onto the street near the sidewalk. The book glowed and shifted into a motorcycle. The pedestrians shrieked and jumped back when Alix jumped onto it and peeled out.

            “She enjoys that way too much,” Alya said.

            “I mean, we all do.”

            “Yeah, you right. C’mon, let’s get back to work.”

~~

            “Bob, what is this?” Jagged Stone demanded. He slammed a gossip magazine on the table.

            “Looks like a trashy tabloid, Jagged,” Bob remarked.

            “No, this!” Jagged turned to the page with the declaration that he and Luka would be starting their next tour in Paris.

            “What about it?” Bob asked.

            “Is it true?”

            “For once, yes. I’ve decided it’s time to return to Paris.”

            “What? We can’t. Please, just another year.”

            “No, Jagged. I’ve indulged your trivial fears for fourteen years now. I’m not about to make it fifteen.”

            “But, but if we go to Paris, Anarka will find me. Do you have any idea what she’ll do to me?”

            Jagged feigned fainting as he fell on top of Bob’s desk. Bob rolled his eyes and shoved Jagged off.

            “Jagged, I don’t have time to indulge your frivolous nonsense. If it’ll help, I can hire extra security.”

            “What about Luka?”

            “What about him?”

            “What’ll she do to my sweet, little boy? Can you even imagine?”

            Bob rubbed his forehead. “Jagged, that ‘boy’ is a twenty-year-old man. He’ll be fine. Now, have you decided where you’re going for your downtime?”

            “Oh, yes. I thought Luka and I-,” Jagged started.

            “Luka isn’t going with you,” Bob interrupted.

            “I… what? What do you mean?”

            “Luka has decided to go to Paris.”

            Jagged’s jaw dropped. He ran out of Bob’s office and to the tour bus. He started on it when he saw a teal snake sitting at the entrance. It looked up at him and flicked its tongue. He screeched and fell back.

            “Really, Jagged?” Luka’s harsh voice growled.

            Jagged looked up at Luka, who stood over him with the snake now on his shoulders. Jagged got to his feet and dusted himself off.

            “It just… caught me by surprise. Now, with the tour done, I was thinking we could go to-.”

            “I’m not going with you,” Luka cut in.

            “Of course, you are. It’ll be another fun father-son outing. You always loved them, didn’t you? Just you and me.”

            “And your fuck girl assistant,” Luka added.

            Jagged chuckled nervously. “N-now, Luka, Penny is a sweet woman, a hard worker, and-.”

            “Shackled to someone like you. Just like me.”

            Jagged pursed his lips. “Right. Uh, anyway, why don’t we discuss our trip more.”

            “You can with your skank, Jagged. I’m going to Paris.”

            “Luka, please, you can’t. Anarka will-!”

            Luka laughed. “Anarka will what? What fucking makes you think she or Juleka even recognize me. It’s been fourteen years after all.”

            Jagged furrowed his brow. “Who’s Juleka? Is she your girlfriend? When were you going to tell me about her?”

            Luka seethed as molten rage coursed through him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Juleka! My sister, my fucking twin! How many fucking times do I have to tell you this, old man?”

            Jagged put his hands up as he cowered before Luka’s wrath. His eyes darted around to the staff that stole glances their way and whispered.

            “R-right, Juleka! How could I forget? You know my memory isn’t quite what it was.”

            Luka’s lips curled back in a sneer. He advanced on Jagged, then stopped at the sound of a whistle. Everyone stopped and looked towards Bob. Silence covered the area as he approached the pair.

            “I think that’s enough of a display right now. Luka, there’s a car waiting for you. Go work off some of that anger before you depart,” Bob instructed.

            Luka grumbled but complied. He headed off, leaving Bob with Jagged.

            “You need to accept something, Jagged. That ‘boy’ isn’t who he once was. He’s now a man and you can’t keep coddling him. The tighter you squeeze, the more he’ll bite back. And I’d rather not see a physical altercation occur. Especially with so much riding on him. Do you understand?”

            Jagged opened his mouth but was cut off by Penny.

            “He understands. Crystal clear,” Penny assured.

            “Make sure of it, Penny. I won’t have any foul-ups.”

            Penny gave a thumbs up. Bob hummed and left.

            “I had that, Penny,” Jagged hissed.

            “No, you didn’t! Jagged, leave Luka alone.”

            “He’s my son, not yours or anyone else’s. I know what’s best for him, not any of you.”

            “I am well aware, but you need to be careful. Your ‘baby boy’ is a ticking time bomb. Unless you want to be caught in the explosion, then leave him alone.”

            “You’re ridiculous. He’s perfectly fine.”

            Penny’s eye twitched. “Fine. Now, why don’t we discuss where you’ll be going for holiday.”

            Jagged folded his arms. “Not until Luka comes back.”

            Penny forced a smile. “Fine. Go wait on the bus for him.”

            Jagged huffed and headed onto the bus. Penny waited before she headed up to Bob’s office. She burst into the room and headed right to the desk.

            “For the love of… what now?” Bob demanded.

            “Please tell me Luka leaves today,” Penny begged.

            “He does. His flight leaves in six hours.”

            “Then shouldn’t he be on the way to the airport?”

            “Do you want to spend several hours cooped up with an angry man child?”

            Penny considered. “Point. Is all his stuff at least packed?”

            “Yes. In the car that took him to the gym. I’m going to give him an hour before I send him off. Is Jagged occupied?”

            “He’s in the tour bus.”

            “Good. Keep him busy.”

            Penny nodded and left.

            Bob sighed and took a seat. He worked on papers while he watched time crawl on a silver pocket watch. He checked the minutes until the hour was nearly up. He finished his work, grabbed the watch, and headed to meet with Luka. He headed into the lobby and saw Luka sitting hunched over. The snake still on Luka’s shoulders.

            “Feel better?”

            Luka grunted.

            “Good. Let’s go.”

            Bob headed to the car with Luka trailing behind him. He stopped with his hand on the back passenger handle.

            “The summer is yours, Luka. Enjoy it, but don’t forget.”

            Bob reached into his suit and pulled out the silver pocket watch and an envelope. He placed them in Luka’s hand.

            “Impress me or you’ll be nothing more than Jagged Jr.”

            Anger flared in Luka hearing the nickname. He met Bob’s gaze and glared at him.

            “I will be better than him. Just you wait.”

            “I’ve been waiting for years. Let’s see it now.”

            Bob opened the car door. Luka took a breath and stepped in.

            “Don’t disappoint, Jagged Jr.”

            Bob slammed the door before Luka could respond. He tapped the roof of the car and it roared to life. He watched it leave, then smiled.

            “See you soon, Nevermore.”

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #au #miraculous au #alternate universe #alix miraculous #miraculous alix #miraculous fanfic #mlb fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #separate worlds au #separate worlds #mlb marinette #miraculous marinette #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous alya #alya miraculous #alya cesaire #miraculous luka #luka miraculous #luka couffaine #jagged stone #jagged stone miraculous

[polyamorouspunk]

Little bit of a different post:

So, I've gotten an ask while my anon is off, and they asked to remain anonymous, so I'm going to answer here and then send it to them, but I think it's a good post to make, and I would love to hear any input anyone else like @safety-pin-punk has.

Hey so like, I never got to look the way I wanted when I was younger in terms of fashion, and in the past few years that's been changing and I'm coming into my own but something I've noticed is that it's really hard finding alternative fashion for larger men. I'm ~250 lbs and 5'6", and it's pretty discouraging that the only punk fashion I tend to see of guys my body shape is the bear community which I totally love but don't myself identify with. I've never been good at sewing and leather working skills, I'm much better at cooking, carpentry, and computers, so I was wondering if you or your many followers had any resources for guys like me? Etsy shops or something. I don't know, I feel like I can't be the only big guy who wants to look punk in addition to being punk.

There definitely is a skinny white majority you see in the punk scene along with honestly, I feel, like any other scene.

The bear community is great! But it's also just that- a community. And with any community that means that a lot of people are looking/dressing/acting very similar, so if you don't really relate to that then you don't relate to it.

But, a big part of the punk movement is also thrifting! There's this post I remember seeing on here that was criticizing a TikTok of someone being like "I bought these ugly giant pants at a thrift store and tailored them to look cute!" and they took like 3XL jeans to fit them (skinny). But that's what you can do! Go to a thrift store, get a pair of jeans that fits you, and start just making patches for them or whatever. Throw on some safety pins. Etc. My battle jacket is actually a 3XL biker jacket I got from the thrift store. I took some of the patches off and I painted over them to make my own. It was actually really easy to find that biker jacket, I'm really lucky, but I mean even just sweatshirts and sweatpants can be altered easily! That's what the whole punk movement is about! I have a shirt I found that was exactly what I was looking for at the thrift store my grandma works at to make a cryptid patch shirt for.

Etsy shops are great for getting the additions you need, like spikes or if you want someone else's patches, or if you want some button pins that aren't from Hot Topic, etc. Etsy is great for when you want to support independent, often minority creators with accessories for your own clothes, but thrifting is a great way to get plus-sized cheap clothing.

I feel like I myself even don't fit into "punk" the way I really want to. Not so much from my size but just how I really don't feel like I even come close to passing as a guy. I'm also very isolated (rural North Carolina) but I work in the city, but like even in my store I definitely don't fit in. I don't know anyone else punk geographically close to me except one trans guy in my art class who ended up dropping out. And he like. Passed way better than me and was way hotter than me. Does that matter? Literally no but I understand not feeling like you fit in both with "normal" people and with other "punk" people because I just don't feel... attractive enough? Like trust me I KNOW how stupid that sounds but especially in a gender sense when I look at punk guys I'm like damn I wish I looked like a dude but oh well.

Anyway I hope some of this was helpful and I'm sure Key will have something a lot more insightful to add. And I'll be sending you this post as well.

#punk culture

[maiesio]

Fat, hairy trans guy who works as a pole dancer at a biker bar on the outskirts of town. He loves the job at first - raking in cash while strutting his stuff on the stage - but after a while he starts to get bored with it. The bartender, a tall, beefy woman in a spiked leather jacket, tells him he's not taking it far enough. With a grin, she says he should show a little more skin, sliding him a shot of whiskey. There's less and less leather on him day by day, and as more of his skin shows the rowdy patrons only throw more and more cash at him.

One night, after hanging around by the bar for too long and enjoying her company too much, he's down to nothing but a black leather thong and piss drunk. As he squats and splays himself on the stage, he suddenly hears a ripping noise beneath him and a frenzied cheer run across the crowd. A dull spark of embarrassment hits him, but it's drowned underneath cheap whiskey and a month-long dry spell. He starts to grin as he looks across the drooling crowd, saying to hell with it and ripping his thong off.

Before he knows what's going on, they've already started climbing on the stage, hungrily unzipping their flies and caressing his body. He lays back and basks in the attention, feeling a mass of warm bodies all around him. As one man makes a move for his pussy, he's quickly socked in the face by another. A scuffle breaks out above him between the two, only for a smashed bottle to end the commotion as the bartender walks between the two. The crowd backs off as she smiles down on him, unzipping her jeans as the largest cock he's ever seen flops out onto his stomach. Before he can say a word, somebody grabs his head from above and jams a dick down his throat while she pushes her entire length inside him.

As he's being spitroasted, a circle of cocks surrounds him, his hands filled with dick and the rest frantically jerking off over him. Cum starts splattering him all over as the circle moans and hisses, his stomach pumped full. The bartender keeps thrusting into him, grunting and snarling with no signs of stopping. As soon as the dick flops out of his mouth, he lets out a long, deep moan, a dumb smile on his face as he opens up for another rod.

One of them starts getting impatient. "Come on," he asks, "give us a turn at his pretty little-". Before he can finish, she's already at his throat. The glare says it all: Absolutely not. Please him however you'd like, but this hole is mine.

By the end of it, the crowd is left gasping in panting, having covered him in cum while she still just keeps thrusting, faster and more violently than before. He's barely conscious when she pins him down, locking her lips on his own and slamming her hips against his faster and faster, deeper and deeper, before finally filling him with a howl. She cums for five seconds straight, leaving her fat load oozing out of him. As the crowd buckles up and shuffles away, he gives a weak laugh before slipping away into blissful oblivion.

Her hand slowly moves to his belly, tracing lines atop his womb. She knows her own prowess; it won't take a second try. He's good and pregnant already.

#1/? will finish later #t4t #t4t breeding #my writing

[milobooker]

&. AN INTRODUCTION TO :

— MILO BOOKER.

'but i live, don't i? i live.'

BIO.

INTRODUCTION

BIRTH NAME: MILO BOOKER

CHOSEN NAME: MILO

NICKNAME(S): MI, BOOKER ( OR SO HE HOPES WILL SOON CATCH ON )

TITLES: N/A

AGE: 30

DATE OF BIRTH: 25/11

STAR SIGN: SAGITTARIUS

GENDER: CIS MALE

PREFFERED PRONOUNS: HE/HIM

SEXUALITY: HE ISN'T FOND OF LABELS, BUT WOULD SAY BISEXUAL IF HE HAS TO

HOMETOWN: MANHATTAN, NEW YORK

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: ENGLISH, BASIC SPANISH

RESIDENCE IN FAIRFORD: DOWNTOWN IN A CHEAP STUDIO APARTMENT

OCCUPATION: SERVER AT THE 'SUNRISE DINER', MOONLIGHTS AT 'CLUB OPAL'

APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM: BRENTON THWAITES

GENERAL APPEARANCE: RUGGED AND A MESS, USUALLY DOESN'T BOTHER STYLING HIS HAIR AND THROWS ON ANY OLD DARK T-SHIRT AND BLACK JEANS. ROCKS AROUND IN BIKER BOOTS, THE FRONT SCUFFED FROM THE WAY HE DRAGS HIS FEET. HE'S VERY CASUAL UNTIL GIVEN A SPECIAL OCCASSION TO DRESS UP FOR, WHERE HE TENDS TO GO ALL OUT

HAIRSTYLE/COLOUR(S): DARK BROWN, MESSY AND WAVY. PERMANENT BEDHEAD

EYE COLOUR: WARM BROWN

HEIGHT: 5'6" BUT WILL INSIST HE'S AT LEAST 5'8"

BODYSHAPE/BUILD: SLIM ATHLETIC

IDENTIFYING MARKS: HAS FRECKLES ACROSS HIS NOSE, A SCAR THAT CUTS DOWNWARDS ON HIS LEFT EYEBROW

DEEPER DIVE

ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC GOOD

POSITIVE TRAITS: HUMOUROUS, ACCEPTING, COURAGEOUS, CURIOUS, BRAVE, LOYAL, STEADFAST, COMMITTED, CHEERFUL, SUPPORTIVE, PROTECTIVE, CARING

NEGATIVE TRAITS: STUBBORN, FORGETFUL, EASILY DISINTERESTED, IMPULSIVE, INDECISIVE, JUMPY

LIKES: MOTORCYCLES, FOOD, RUNNING, HIS CAT MEOWCOLM, STAYING UP LATE, CAMPFIRES, WINNING, BURGERS AND MILKSHAKES, BEING OUTSIDE, BEING RIGHT, FRUITY SHAMPOOS, FLUFFY SOCKS, ROCK CONCERTS, PLAYING THE GUITAR EVEN IF HE'S BAD AT IT, OLD ROCK MUSIC, HIS PICK UP TRUCK

DISLIKES: SOUR FOOD, BEING COLD, SPIDERS, WET SOCKS, COUNTRY MUSIC, EGOTISTICAL PEOPLE, BULLIES, SEEING ABANDONED PETS, BEING INCONSIDERATE, HOW MANY TIMES IT TAKES HIM TO PUT THE USB IN THE PORT RIGHT, WHEN MEOWCOLM HAS TUNA BREATH

SKILLS AND STRENGTHS: CAN LEAD IF HE HAS TO AND ONLY IF HE HAS TO, CAN BE CALM IN EMERGENCIES, KNOWS HOW TO JIMMY A SIMPLE LOCK HERE AND THERE, PRETTY GOOD WITH ANYTHING TO DO WITH MECHANICS, A DECENT COOK

WEAKNESSES: CAN BE HORRIFICALLY FORGETFUL, DEALS WITH CHRONIC FATIGUE AND JOINT PAIN, IS CLAUSTRAPHOBIC, CAN'T SWIM

FEARS: BEING LEFT ALONE AGAIN WITH NOTHING TO HIS NAME, BEING UNABLE TO BE WHAT PEOPLE NEED HIM TO BE, BEING TOO MUCH OR NOT ENOUGH

DISABILITIES/ILLNESSES: HAS ADHD, HAS DYSLEXIA/DYSCALCULIA, DEALS WITH CHRONIC FATIGUE AND JOINT PAIN, IS COLOUR BLIND ( PROTANOPIA )

ALLERGIES: N/A

ADDICTIONS: N/A

SMELLS LIKE: SANDALWOOD AND SPICE, USUALLY EARTHY TONES. CAN SMELL A LOT LIKE THE DINER AFTERWORK OR CIGARETTE SMOKE IF HE'S BEEN SOCIALLY SMOKING

PRIZED POSSESSION(S): HIS PICK UP TRUCK, THE LEATHER JACKET HE INHERITED FROM HIS DAD

PET(S): MR MEOWCOLM, AN ELDERLY GINGER CAT

VOICE CLAIM FOR SINGING: N/A, MILO DOESN'T HOLD A TUNE VERY WELL

FAVOURITES

MUSIC: OLD ROCK/METAL/PUNK, SOME INDIE

FILMS: ACTION AND ROMCOMS. FAVOURITE MOVIE IS 'TANGLED'

COLOUR: DARK BLUES AND GREYS

FOOD: A BURGER WITH A SIDE OF CHEESY FRIES AND A CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE

SMELLS: EARTHY SMELLS LIKE CAMPFIRES AND THE SCENT AFTER A THUNDERSTORM. IS ALSO FOND OF CITRUS SCENTS

FAMILY AND RELATIONS

FAMILY:

FATHER ( DECEASED. DIED OF BOWEL CANCER )

MOTHER ( NO CONTACT. HAS NOT SEEN HER SINCE HE WAS A YEAR OLD. STATUS AND WHEREABOUTS ARE UNKNOWN )

YOUNGER HALF BROTHER ( EXISTENCE IS UNKNOWN TO MILO )

YOUNGER HALF SISTER ( EXISTENCE IS UKNOWN TO MILO )

AUNT ON HIS FATHER'S SIDE ( ALIVE, AND LIVING IN OREGON. NO CONTACT )

GENERAL BACKSTORY ( CW: PARENTAL LOSS, USING SEX IN EXCHANGE FOR THINGS, PASSIVE SUICIDAL THOUGHTS )

BORN IN MANHATTAN, NEW YORK. AN UNPLANNED BABY TO A WOMAN WHO WASN'T READY TO BE A MOTHER

NEVER GOT TO KNOW HER, AS SHE LEFT WHEN HE WAS ONLY A YEAR OLD. HAS HAD NO CONTACT WITH HER SINCE, AND QUITE FRANKILY, NO DESIRE TO DO SO

DID WELL IN SCHOOL DESPITE HIS STRUGGLES WITH BEING DIAGNOSED WITH ADHD AND HIS DYSLEXIA/DYSCALCULIA AND BEHAVIORAL PROBLEMS

WAS BULLIED THROUGHOUT SCHOOL FOR HIS HEIGHT AND SIZE, BUT EVENTUALLY FOUND HIS FOOTING AND MADE A FEW FRIENDS IN HIGH SCHOOL

HAD ORIGINALLY PLANNED TO GO TO COLLEGE AND UNIVERSITY WITH A DESIRE TO PERSUE A PHD, BUT NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO DECIDE WHAT HE WANTED TO STUDY WHEN HE BECAME DISTRACTED FROM THE GOAL AFTER HIS FATHER BECAME SICK AND DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER

DROPPED OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL RIGHT BEFORE HE FINISHED TO BECOME A FULL TIME CARER TO HIS FATHER WHO DETEROIRATED QUICKER THAN EXPECTED

MANAGED TO WORK TWO JOBS TO SUPPORT HIMSELF AND HIS FATHER AROUND CARING WITH THE HELP OF HIS NEIGHBOURS IN MANHATTEN AND HIS AUNT

HIS FATHER DIED JUST AFTER MILO TURNED 26, JUST BEFORE CHRISTMAS, LEAVING MILO TO SPIRAL ENDLESSLY ALONE

MILO SPENT THE REST OF HIS TWENTIES ISOLATING HIMSELF AND CUTTING OFF THOSE WHO'D SUPPORTED HIM THROUGHOUT HIS FATHER'S ILLNESS

HAD A FIGHT AND FALLING OUT WITH HIS AUNT WHO FELT THAT SHE DESERVED ANYTHING AND ALL HIS FATHER LEFT BEHIND AS PAYMENT FOR ALL THE CARE AND SUPPORT SHE'D GIVEN OVER THE YEARS. MILO EVENTUALLY AGREED TO THIS, AS THE GRIEF AND DEPRESSION SURROUNDING LOSING HIS FATHER HAD MADE HIM FEEL AS THOUGH HE WOULDN'T BE AROUND MUCH LONGER TO HAVE ANY USE FOR IT

LOST BOTH OF HIS JOBS, WHICH ULTIMIATELY LEAD HIM TO BEING IN DEBT AND UNABLE TO PAY HIS RENT

LOST THE HOUSE SHORTLY AFTER, AND ENDED UP LIVING OUT OF HIS TRUCK FOR SEVERAL MONTHS

DURING WHICH MILO EXCHANGED SEXUAL FAVOURS WITH PEOPLE HE'D BECOME AQUAINTANCES WITH FOR MEALS, OR MONEY TO GET BY

HE FOUND MEOWCOLM ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, STARVING AND UNWELL JUST LIKE HIMSELF, AND DECIDED TO TAKE HIM IN

DID ONE OFF JOBS AND SLEPT AROUND TO MAKE ENOUGH MONEY TO GET MEOWCOLM THE HELP HE NEEDED, AND MEOWCOLM HAS BEEN BY HIS SIDE EVER SINCE

DECIDED SHORTLY AFTER TURNING THIRTY THAT HE DIDN'T WANT TO LIVE LIKE THIS ANY MORE, AND SO SAVED UP SOME MONEY THAT WOULD GET HIM AS FAR AWAY FROM MANHATTEN AS POSSIBLE

IT TOOK SEVERAL MONTHS, BUT MILO EVENTUALLY ENDED UP IN FAIRFORD, WHERE HE'S REMAINED SINCE

HEADCANONS

AS OF MAY 25TH 2023, MILO HAD BEEN LIVING IN FAIRFORD FOR A MONTH

MEOWCOLM IS MILO'S EVERYTHING. HE'S THE REASON MILO WORKS SO HARD AND PUSHES TO GET THE PAIR OF THEM BETTER IN LIFE. MOST OF MILO'S MONEY GOES ON FOOD OR ANYTHING MEOWCOLM MIGHT NEED, OR SIMPLY SOMETHING TO SPOIL HIM WITH. HE'S ABOUT 14 YEARS OLD, AND MILO TREATS HIM LIKE A GRUMPY OLD MAN WHOM HE ADORES WITH HIS WHOLE HEART

MILO LOVES A GOOD FIGHT, A THING HE LEARNED ABOUT HIMSELF SHORTLY AFTER HIS FATHER DIED. IT'S AN OUTLET, AN EXCUSE TO FEEL SOMETHING AND GIVE WAY TO ANY FEELINGS HE'D BEEN BOTTLING. HE HARDLY EVER WINS, BUT HE TAKES THE PUNCHES GRATEFULLY

IS A JUMPY GUY DESPITE BEING BRAVE. EASILY SPOOKED, EASILY SURPRISED. ABSOLUTELY HATES HALLOWEEN WITH A PASSION BECAUSE OF THIS. ANYTHING TO DO WITH HORROR, HE DOESN'T WANT TO KNOW

HAS A BLACKHOLE FOR A STOMACH AND WOULD HAPPILY EAT HIMSELF TO FALLING INTO A COMA IF GIVEN THE CHANCE. A MASSIVE SNACKER, FOOD IS THE WAY TO HIS HEART

HAS AMBITIONS, BUT HAS NO IDEA WHERE TO BEGIN. DOESN'T THINK IT'S WORTH CHASING THEM BECAUSE HE ISN'T SURE HE'S GOING TO MAKE IT FAR ENOUGH TO TRY

LOVES TO HAVE FUN AND GET THE ADRENALINE GOING

ISN'T ENTIRELY UPSET ABOUT THE FACT HE'S COLOURBLIND, FAR TOO USED TO IT NOW TO CARE. HE MANAGES WELL ENOUGH

MILO DOESN'T NECESSARILY HAVE AN AVERSION TO SEX NOW. HE STILL ENJOYS IT. BUT HE ISN'T ONE TO JUMP INTO BED WITH ANYONE ANY MORE. HE WANTS CONNECTION AND TO FEEL SAFE, AND NOT LIKE HE'S BEING USED

ONLY HAS HIS MATTRESS, HIS SUITCASE WITH SOME CLOTHES AND A FEW ITEMS, AND MEOWCOLM IN HIS APARTMENT. AS OF RIGHT NOW, NOBODY IN FAIRFORD KNOWS THIS, OR KNOWS THAT MILO IS JUST ABOUT SCRAPING BY. HE'S ASHAMED BY THIS FACT AND WOULD RATHER DEAL WITH IN SECRET THAN RELY ON ANYONE AGAIN AFTER THE WAY HIS AUNT TREATED HIM WHEN HIS DAD DIED

HAS NOT YET TOLD ANYBODY THAT HIS DAD IS DEAD, AND SPEAKS OF HIM AS THOUGH HE'S STILL ALIVE, AS MILO HASN'T TAKEN THE TIME TO PROPER GRIEVE YET AND MOVE ON

MILO'S RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS FATHER HAD BEEN A ROCKY ONE. OFTEN BLAMED FOR HIS MOTHER'S LEAVING, OR THE OBJECT OF HIS FATHER'S ANGER ABOUT HIS ILLNESS, THEY WEREN'T THE BEST OF FRIENDS. MILO STILL LOVED HIM, THOUGH. STILL ADORED HIM WITH EVERYTHING HE HAD LEFT

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

AIDEN STEVENS / his downstairs neighbour at their apartment complex downtown. absolutely makes noise on purpose when he's bored just to annoy him. sees aiden as a good friend, and a chance to sit in quiet company when he needs it. if aiden is willing, that is

ASHA DEAN / thinks she's the most fierce woman in all of fairford. respects her greatly and considers himself lucky to call her a friend

BLAKE CARTER / mom friend. the object of his idiocy. thinks the world of her and appreciates how she shows up when he needs someone

GREYSON TYRELL / boss at club opal, milo's second job

PHOEBE BAKER / the other half to their dynamic duo. thinks she's good fun and a great friend and would defend her honor without question. coworker at the sunrise diner

THADDEUS CARTER / new friend, new person to bother and send memes to when he has a chance

YUN MINHO / gym buddy and someone milo likes to banter with

VITORIA ACOSTA / the robin to his batman... or is it the other way around? it didn't take long for milo to decide she's his people now. she makes life all the brighter and he adores her endlessly

WANTED CONNECTIONS

N/A - milo is pretty new to fairford, therefore i'm just looking for connections to establish on their own through interaction and plotting

NOTES

milo is NOT available for plots that involve pregnancy or pregnancy scares. it's not something i'm comfortable with, sorry!

i don't push for romantic connections or ships. i prefer to let things happen naturally within threads and not rush anything. it just feels better like that to me personally

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#( about. ) #about milo #bio #pinned post #fairfordintro

[reallygrossstuff]

Dorky Dave

A collab with AdenHTaylor on Furaffinity, featuring Dave getting some flak for a lazy costume choice and some accompanying tweaks to his outfit and general look. Let me know what you think, and send some love their way too!

Calling the gathering a ‘party’ was probably optimistic on John’s end, but he thought he deserved it. Getting a dozen or so people together for some pre-Halloween snacks and laughs was definitely something to be proud of, no matter the actual size of the party!

All around the living room, people had clustered in pairs and trios to chat and compare costumes, the styles ranging from cheap and comical to those with clear effort put into them. John himself had opted for the traditional bedsheet-ghost costume, albeit with a hood cut into the sheet to let him breathe a little better. He’d already done a circuit of the room complimenting everyone else’s costumes and thanking them for coming, so now all that was left was to answer the door and let Dave in, the other man being fashionably late as always.

Dave wore a plain white shirt under a red leather jacket. Blue jeans encased his legs, and a pair of black biker boots covered his feet. He had his hair pushed up into a simple pompadour, and wore a casual smile on his face. “Sup, Johnny boy?” he asked, flashing a finger gun at John. “Not too late, am I?”

“Only like ten minutes, it’s fine.” John grinned, stepping back from the door to let Dave in. “Come in! Do you have your costume with you?”

“This is the costume, man, can’t you tell? I’m rocking the greaser look.” Dave stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets as he entered, waiting for John to close the door behind him.

“That? Come on, Dave, that’s hardly a costume!” John exclaimed. “You wear that jacket all the time anyway, it’s not a costume if it looks like you’re just dressed for an actual party!”

“What, I should wear something as stereotypically nerdy and basic as a bedsheet with holes in it?” Dave retorted as he entered. “C’mon man, you know that ain’t my style!”

“The bedsheet ghost is a classic! And anyway I’m the host, it wouldn’t be fair if I had the coolest costume at the party. You could’ve at least come as something other than another type of coolkid.”

“It’s the only thing that works for me, I’m just that good.” Dave shrugged, clearly joking as he hyped himself up. “It wouldn’t work if I tried to mix things up too much. Like seriously, can you imagine me dressing up like some sort of nerd?”

“That would’ve been a really cool costume, actually,” John mused. “You could’ve put a pillow in your shirt or something like Gamzee did for his Stay-Puft costume.” John pointed to the troll in question, chilling on the couch with his arms around Karkat (as a lobster) and Sollux (as a grim reaper) and clearly enjoying himself. Sure enough, Gamzee was in an all-white costume with accompanying face paint and dye, with a lumpy pillow stuffed down the front of his shirt.

Dave followed John’s finger, laughing softly when he saw the trio. “Yeah, no thanks. Sol’s got the right idea for costumes, I’m not gonna wear something that makes me hide every time someone takes a selfie.”

“You care way too much about social media, man.” John sighed and shook his head. “Really though, that nerd costume idea would’ve been really interesting. I kinda wish you’d have worn it so I could see you in it!”

Dave rolled his eyes behind his shades. “Sure man, whatever you want…” With that he parted ways from John, heading to the kitchen for snacks and some punch as he rubbed at his stomach.

John huffed, crossing his arms as he let Dave leave. He made another circuit of the room to ensure everything was going well - complimenting Gamzee on his costume again mostly out of spite - before following Dave into the kitchen to see what needed restocking.

Dave had sat himself at the table. He was the only one in the room, munching on a bag of chips. Something was… off, about the scene before John, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it… Maybe to do with Dave’s unusual focus on the snack, or how still the air felt, or just how... loud the eating sounded.

“You’re not even going to say hi to anyone else? I could’ve gotten you snacks if you wanted to go sit with Karkat, you know.”

“I know your house, man, easier to just come get it myself.” Dave answered between mouthfuls, shaking the last crumbs out of the bag before neatly folding it and reaching for another. “Hey, you gonna put anything else out here? Kinda lacking variety right now, there isn’t even any candy.”

“Uhh…” John shook his head, focusing himself. He could’ve sworn he saw something glinting in Dave’s mouth... “S-sure Dave. Hold on.” John tugged open the pantry and pushed some stuff aside to reveal the party-sized bag of candy hiding in the very back. “Got it!”

“Sweet, hand it over.” Dave gestured insistently with one hand until John passed over the bag, which he quickly ripped open and poured into one of the already-emptied bowls set out for just such a purpose. “Riding over here made me hungry I guess, gotta get some fuel in the tank before I go be social.”

“R-right, yeah...” John frowned, watching Dave as he kept snacking. He kept having to blink, sure he wasn’t seeing things right, but he could’ve sworn that Dave’s shirt looked tighter than it had before. Had he worn something in the wrong size by mistake, or...?

Dave tugged his jacket off, shifting as he did so. “Urf… ah, there we go. Was getting a little warm in that.” He draped it over the back of the chair, giving John an unobstructed view of Dave’s… belly? What the heck, where’d that come from? Dave was track-star thin yesterday!

“Dave, a-are you... feeling okay?” Even as John’s alarm grew, he couldn’t look away from the obvious change. At its current size Dave’s gut still looked relatively firm, as if simply bloated with food, but it was still far too much to be explained away. His shirt was starting to come untucked from his jeans, revealing a small triangle of bare skin under his navel.

“Yeah, why?” Apparently the growing fat wasn’t yet enough for Dave to notice himself. He reached for the bowl to keep eating (John definitely saw a glint of metal in his mouth), his shirt coming further untucked at the stretch until he paused, noting John’s expression. “Dude, are you feeling okay? You’re whiter than the sheet.”

John bit into his lower lip. “Dave… can you stand up for a sec?”

“Uh… okay?” Dave did so, a sliver of belly visible between his waistband and shirt. “Why?”

“Just-” John had to stop and take a breath, now able to see Dave’s thighs filling out his jeans. “Just look at yourself, okay?”

“Seriously, John, you sound really out of it. Are you sure... you’re...” Dave trailed off as he looked at his reflection in the fridge, jaw working soundlessly for a moment before he got a hold of himself. “What the hell?!”

Dave’s belly looked soft and squishy as his fingers gripped it. His fingers and hands looked somewhat thicker, as did his neck and cheeks. “John? What the hell is happening to me?” Dave grimaced down at his lower half.

“I don’t know! Why are you asking me!” John raised his hands defensively, trying to keep his eyes to Dave’s face as the once-athlete prodded and tested the heft of his belly. This didn’t help him keep his composure much, as Dave’s face was similarly softening up. “I was just saying something so you’d know before you kept eating like a - well, like that!”

As Dave turned around to look at his reflection again, his hair seemed to be growing longer in the back, a hair tie binding the strands together into a simple low ponytail. “Whoa…” John muttered. Dave turned back around to face John.

“What? What happened?”

“Uh, nothing big, just - your hair’s kinda...” John gestured vaguely to the back of his own head, guiding Dave as he reached up to feel through his hair.

“Jesus, this is long,” Dave muttered as he tugged experimentally at the ponytail. As he did, John could hear a definite change in his voice - the slight glints of metal he’d seen before coalescing into thick bands across his teeth, accented by large red brackets, all of which adding a slight lisp to his speech. “Fuck, am I wearing braces now?”

John just nodded. All the while, Dave’s body was continuing to swell. His jeans, once skintight and a dark wash blue, began to soften and redden into what were clearly sweatpants. Green writing stenciled itself across the front of Dave’s shirt, Japanese kanji John couldn’t read. 

Dave’s legs shook slightly as he continued to fatten, the weight beginning to either overpower or entirely replace the lean muscle John knew he’d had that morning. Short hairs poked out unevenly across Dave’s chin and in a trail beneath his bellybutton, looking distinctly ungroomed compared to the great care Dave normally put into his appearance.

John grabbed one of Dave’s big arms and helped him down to the ground before he fell. “There we go, easy, easy… want me to get Gamzee in here?”

“Don’t even think about it, John, I’m serious.” Dave’s words were almost drowned out by the heavy WHUD of his backside settling on the floor. “I’m just gonna - gonna catch my breath for a few minutes, then I’ll go out the back door and nobody has to see me like this.”

“But your car’s out front,” John pointed out. “Besides, I don’t think you’re gonna be able to drive like this,” he added with a poke to Dave’s belly.

“I’ll walk my ass home if I have to.” Dave tried to bat John’s hand away, but he was so slow and his arm so large that he only succeeded in making his shirt ride up more. “I’ve gotta work all of this off somehow anyway.”

“Dave… it’s okay to need a hand,” John replied, handing Dave the bag of candy. Dave didn’t even hesitate before stuffing a handful in his mouth.

Dave’s shades began to shift on his round face, their frames growing square as the lenses became transparent. Through them, John could see restrained tears building in his bright red eyes. “I don’t wanna be seen like this, man... forget dorky costumes, everyone’s gonna get their phones out if they see me.”

“No they won’t!” John was quick to offer comfort, patting Dave’s back reassuringly. “We’re all friends here, I’ll make sure nobody does anything bad. I can move the snacks out into the living room too, so people don’t come back here.”

Before he could follow through with that, the door was pushed open and a new figure emerged. “Yo Egbro, what’s…” Gamzee’s voice trailed off as he entered the kitchen and froze at the sight of a huge blob of a guy in front of him. “What the fuck?”

Dave’s eyes widened, visibly wet from the risk to his reputation, but John sprang into action. “Gamzee, hey! Dave’s just, uh, having some trouble with his costume, okay? He came as a huge nerd, haha, how cool is that?”

Gamzee blinked slowly, taking in what even John knew was probably the flimsiest excuse he could’ve come up with. Eventually he either decided not to press or simply took John at his word, grinning lazily. “Hell of a costume, brother, way to commit. I just used a pillow, see?” He untucked his shirt from his trousers for a moment, revealing the pillow stuffed against his body to pad his figure out. Tucking it in again, he squatted down and poked at Dave’s belly. “Need a hand, Davebro?”

Blushing hard, Dave nodded. He stayed still as Gamzee grabbed one of Dave’s hands, John grabbing the other. “One, two, three, HEAVE!”

Together, the two pulled Dave back to his feet. He wobbled considerably as he was righted, threatening to tip forward all over again, before finally finding his balance with the two’s help. As Dave widened his stance somewhat, John noticed his boots had also changed - turning from the almost knee-high leather they had been into simple white and red sneakers, plain white socks peeking out slightly from within them.

“Hey Gamzee, can you help me get Dave home?” John asked.

“Sure man, I can do that. My car’s big enough.” Gamzee nodded, helping Dave sit down in a larger chair normally reserved for John’s dad. The chair creaked slightly, but didn’t give.

“Thanks a lot, that’d be great. I’ll get Dave out in a minute, can you maybe bring it into the driveway so he doesn’t have to walk as far?”

“No problems with that,” Gamzee agreed, giving a lazy salute before leaving the kitchen. The moment he was gone John got up and closed the door, sliding a chair under it to give him and Dave a minute of privacy.

John rubbed Dave’s shoulder, unsure of what else he could do. “What now?”

“Hell if I know.” Dave panted softly, still recovering from the movement. “It’s gonna take me... fuck, months at least to lose all of this, if I even can. I guess... right now, I just gotta get out front without losing the rest of my reputation. I guess you don’t have another bedsheet you can spare, huh, Egbert?”

“No, sorry. But... oh!” John lit up, stepping back towards the table. “If you want to cover up, your jacket’s pretty big! Maybe you can... uh, never mind.” The leather jacket was entirely missing - in its place was a black hooded sweatshirt, with bones cartoonishly printed down the sleeves and a ribcage across the front of it. It was probably big enough to fit over Dave’s head, but even without putting it on, John knew it wouldn’t even stretch as far as the shirt did to cover his doughy middle.

Dave groaned as John held the hoodie up for him to see. “I like my irony and all, but this is just stupid…” he muttered. “At least it looks… kinda cool, I guess.”

“Exactly! Here, maybe if you tie it around your waist it’ll stop your shirt from riding up so much.” John helped Dave lean forwards, looping the hoodie around his middle and tying the sleeves together behind his back, tightening them until Dave let out a small grunt from the compression. “Does that look better?”

Dave looked at his reflection again. “I… guess so?” He shrugged. “Sorry about hogging all your time at the party, man,” he sighed.

John’s reply was delayed by the doorknob jiggling, a moment before someone knocked on the door. “John? Car’s ready,” Gamzee’s voice called out.

“Thanks, just a sec!” John called back, before turning to Dave again. “And you’re fine, I don’t mind! I can come back and hang out with everyone once you’re home safe, and it’s fun hanging out with you too. Hey, maybe you can help me with my homework on the drive,” John teased, waggling his eyebrows.

“Don’t get cute, Egbert. Now c’mon, help me up before Gamzee gets a crowd.”

#really gross stuff #homestuck #fatstuck #weight gain #transformation #dave strider #john egbert

[thinking1bee]

YOU SOULD!!! Because I just found a few ones that I LOVE!!! And the angst😨😨 it’s just…the BEST!!! (Btw the ones I played are exile the game, defiled hearts the barbarian, northern passage and blood-choke. All on tumblr btw.)

also if the women is like a biker girl that is a VERY light smoker like very very light. Has tight jeans with a leather jacket and sunglasses buuuuut that also wears suits….🤯 I would instantly die!

Did I read that with my own two eyes? How do you make games and put them on TUMBLR??

Also a light pass for me with the smoking. I had a father that was a smoker and the smell of it gives Vietnam style flash backs because he would smoke and then immediately try to kiss me on the cheeks. I have very vivid memories of his spit being a light brown 🤮. But absolutely a HELL YES to the biker part. Tight jeans and leather jacket, but can I also submit piercings and tattoos, and a girl who seems cold but is actually very goofy? It’s the way I’d fold like a cheap lawn chair

#my asks #anon questions

[rexneous]

Quarter Of A Valean Mile Ch 2

5/9/24                                                        

9 years later 

---Jaune’s garage, Commercial District, City of Vale---  

Darkness. There was only darkness. Then there was light.

“Holy halibut!” Jaune groaned as he arose from his rickety twin mattress. “Man, this is what I get for drinking the cheap stuff, this migraine is killing me.” The Arc stumbles as he changes out of his Pumpkin Pete PJs and into some jeans and a black tank top, trying not to wake his slumbering partner, he looks at her long black hair and pointed lynx ears, then lumbers down the stairs.

“Oh!, hey boss” greeted the gruff-looking teenager. He raised his right arm with a Mistrali-style dragon tattoo to give Jaune a playful jab on the shoulder. “You look like crap.”

“Thanks to yOU buying that cheap Heineken stuff instead of Corona like I asked.”

“You and your Corona obsession will kill you one day.” mocked Vince

“Not today though” Jaune laughed as he took a swig of bottled water. “Did Mia finalize the list of parts we need for Race Wars?  

“Yes, she finished it last night. Right now she’s at the Edge making the arrangements with Harry. How’s Letty doing?”

“In my room sleeping. Had another nightmare, it took me a while to calm her down.”

“Damn, Letty has been attached to your hip since we took you in nearly a decade ago, and it nearly took all that time for you two to become official”

“Letty would kill you if she heard that, but you're right if I hadn't met you guys I would probably be working for Hei or gods forbid Johnny Tran.”

“Come on, I think you would be a handsome biker. Leather compliments your big ass.”

“Shut up HeHeHe”

“Speaking of Hei, you heard his place got demolished last night”

“Really? No way” questioned Jaune

“Yeah. Apparently, some goldie wrecked the place. Sounds like someone you know?” Accused Vince

“That is libel. Just because I’m blonde it doesn’t mean I know all my kind”

“Sorry to burst your but libel is written. When you yap your gums, it’s slander”

“Sorry. I forgot you literally went to law school.  All this talking has made me hungry. What would you want for breakfast, Mr.Goodman?”  

“Breakfast? It's 1:30 in the afternoon Jaune.”

“ Shit! I promised my folks I would meet them for lunch.” Jaune quickly put on his shoes and ran out of the garage. “Look over the garage for me!” he yelled.

---Outside the township of Suburra, Vale---   

Jaune sighed as he sat alone on the airbus in transit to Suburra reeling, trying not to puke all over the floor. This brings back memories of when he went on an Airbus for the first time: when he moved out. It was scary leaving the only home he had ever known but he couldn't not after all the things that happened after that day. He would never forgive those pricks no matter how hard they kissed his parents’ asses. His grandfather, Flavus founded Suburra with his own two hands even when people said it wouldn’t work so far from Vale, but look at it now: a trading hub of the whole known world. For half his life, his home was where he no longer felt he belonged. 

It was a torturous 30-minute ride. 

As the airbus landed Jaune thanked the divines he didn’t embarrass himself. As Jaune exited the terminal, dreading the disaster, he called a cab. As the taxi came near, he saw the license plate read, “Fresh” and had dice in the mirror. Jaune could say this cab was rare but disregarded the thought and hopped in. The taxi driver was blonde and scraggly much like Jaune, and really… talkative: Questioning his business here, am I meeting someone, what do I do for a living? ‘F-ing annoying’ He introduced himself, his name was Orion or something he couldn’t remember. 

Jaune casually glances at his scroll: 2:15 pm. “Damn, I’m going to be late”

“Say no more boss!” exclaimed Orion as he slammed his foot on the accelerator.

“Wait…Nooooooooooo” Jaune screamed before his body was slammed onto his seat.

The cab zipped through the streets, weaving through the afternoon rush like a maven surgeon stitching up a wound. No one on the road could match such speed and ferocity. It was like he became speed itself. Nothing could stop Orion from getting to the destination. Aaaaaand zoomed right past a speed trap.

Jaune’s heart sank at this realization. ‘This would be the most ridiculous way to go down. Letty, Vince, and the rest of the crew would never let this down.’

*WHOOP WHOOP* That was the sound of the police. One of Vale’s finest was now on their tail. “Hahaha bring it on you Culatello Bastard” challenged Orion. The Bee-like vehicle turned corners like a mad dog; left then right, left, right, left, right, left, right. But Vale PD won’t be easily discarded. “Looks like I need to take it up a notch”. Orion waited until he found an intersection ahead to pull a lever revealing something:  N₂O(Nitrous Oxide), simply known as NOS. Orion takes a deep breath, the light turns red and he presses the big red “Release” button. The cab flew past the oncoming cars from the sides leaving the cop to get rear-ended. The officer could only watch helplessly as they got away.

A couple minutes later, the officer stumbles out their door Revealing their copper skin, teal Beret and Combat Skirt, and white boot chaps. “You’re going to pay for that,” they growled. The officer raises their hand to speak into her silver wristwatch “General, Agent Soleil reporting. Status report: phase one is underway. Just as planned” 

---Arc Residence, The Township of Suburra, Vale--- 

          Eventually, they arrived at their destination. Jaune looks at his scroll: 2:50 pm. He exited the vehicle and grabbed his bag. “Hey, you are one crazy cabbie” Jaune approached the driver. “But you are one heck of a driver” Jaune digs in his pockets and produces a business card. “Orion, you should consider a job at my garage, you can nurture your talent there.” Jaune puts the card in Orion’s hand. 

“Do you mean that?” The cabman blushed.

“Arc’s word! How much do I owe ya?”

“That would be Ⱡ5,762” [About 38 USD]

“Sure” Jaune taps his scroll on the cab’s reader.

“Oh, and another thing: the name is O’Conner, Brian O’Conner” Orion Brian drives off into the distance.

Jaune was now alone in front of the imposing Arc estate. Originally they had a smaller house, but after the attack and the new residents, Hunter and Serana decided to upsize. Jaune was initially against the idea but it beats sharing a room with that pancake-loving ginger. She was sweet but could be too much sometimes. Jaune looked at the enormous colonial house, its white and gold paint still fresh and full of vigor. Jaune took a deep breath and unlocked the door with his scroll.

“John John!” a shrill voice called.

‘Well speak of the devil.’ As soon as that thought was finished all breath left Jaune’s lungs and his arms were pinned to his side—the Valkyrie death hug. “Please, I want to live.” 

The Amazon let Jaune down. “Sorry, it has been so long since you’ve been home,” she said sorrowfully. “Come on, Mom and Dad made Flittas they’re like pancakes but you can eat them in the afternoon without judgment.” 

“Nora, I have seen you ate a whole stack as a snack”

Nora drags Jaune into the dining room. “Reality is what I make it to be! HAHAHAHA”

As Jaune regained his senses he froze in awkwardness. He was face-to-face with the people he had been hiding from for nearly a decade. His father was at the head of the table with his mother to their right. 

Hunter stared at his son, his silver eyes aflame with fury. “So after all this time, you decide to return. What have you got to say for yourself, son?” There was a long pause—the tension- thicker than a plate of disco fries. “HAHAHA Just joking around with you boy!”

Jaune rolled his eyes. He still felt a little hungover and had no patience for this nonsense. “Very funny Dad” Jaune gritted his teeth. “So what’s on the menu, pops?”

“Ah yes, the entrées. For today’s supper, we’ll have some crispy Flittas, Ackee and Saltfish, and to top it off fresh Callaloo. All the ingredients were sourced straight from Azure Island.” Hunter said in a faux French accent.

“I’m sure it will be tasty” Jaune sat at the opposite end of the table, and Nora joined him.

“Les serveurs bring out the food!” Hunter claps his hands.

The door to the kitchen sprung open with Ren and Blake with trays of food in their hands. Ren had a pink apron that read: “PLEASE DO NOTHING TO THE COOK” in bold black letters. ‘Did he have that custom-made?’ thought Jaune. He couldn't help but notice they both had their ring finger bandaged. That wasn’t the strange part it was that the bandages didn’t have a speck of blood on them. They silently line up the food on the table. It smelled amazing; the faint saltness, the flakey crust, and the fresh greens came together to make a sensation that would make even a creature of Grimm cry. Ren went to sit next to Nora and Blake went next to him. Nora looked at Ren salivating, this wasn’t because of the food there was something different on her mind. By the end of the night something in fact will be done to the cook.     

“Girls, dinner is ready!” proclaimed the patriarch.

In a flash, red, white, and scarlet-bronze blobs zoom past the visible staircase. Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, and Pyrrha Nikos in the flesh. Weiss was talking to someone on the scroll. She said goodbye and closed the call putting the device in her skirt pocket.

“Hey, Jaune!” said Ruby.

“Good afternoon, Arc.” said Weiss coldly.

“ Oh, Hello again!” said Pyrrha, her cheeks redder than a vial of fire dust and avoiding direct eye contact. 

Jaune couldn’t for the life of him understand what the heck Pyrrha’s deal was. She avoided him most of the time he was around but was polite when he managed to start a conversation.

The girls sat on the parallel side to Jaune with Pyrrha directly in front of him. With everyone present the feast began. Sounds of merriment and warmth fill the room. Nora with But something, Jaune noticed, was missing. 

“Where is Yang?” Asked Jaune

“Yang sneaked out to a nightclub and got caught” replied Ruby

“That just seems like the usual Yang-scapades”

“She also beat up a dozen people including the owner and trashed the place.”

Damn, Vince was right. “Hahaha, that sounds like her. Wish I could’ve seen the fireworks.”

“Trust me you don’t. I was there and the police questioned me. I was so scared. I’m too adorable to go to prison.”

“That's debatable” interjects Weiss.

Man, Weiss is such a pleasure, isn’t she? Jaune looked at his scroll: 3:35 pm 3 unread messages. He looked at his messages: Vince wanted to know when he would be back for cake(it was his favorite: vanilla ice cream and velvet cake). Jaune texted back: in 30 min. 

“Speaking of children. I talked to Whitley earlier, he is coming home from boarding school for his break.”

“He is such a sweet young man. I can't wait to see him again” Serana rejoiced

“ Yeah, he and Ruby are very capable. This is why I organized this special lunch to celebrate her progress in her special training” Hunter’s silver eyes gleamed.

“Thank you, Dad. I appreciate it and what you have done for my sister and the others.

“Cheers!” everyone did a toast.         

The announcement made Jaune sick. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. “Sorry to dine and dash but I got a date with destiny” Jaune gets up and makes a beeline for the door.

“Well, I got to go too. I need the latest Weapon Magazine. This month's issue feature is Pistol-Caliber Carbines”

“Hey Jaune, since you’re going the same why not accompany Ruby?” 

“Sure, Dad” said Jaune who couldn’t find an excuse to say no.

“Yay family road trip” exclaimed Ruby

---Outside the City of Vale---

It was an awkward flight. Ruby tried to make small talk but Jaune wasn’t having it. He plopped in his headphones and curled into a ball hoping not to spill his lunch all over the place.

---From Dust Till Dawn, City of Vale---

They were in front of the shop after a short walk from the airport. 

“Okay, we’re here. Enjoy looking at them firing pins” Jaune turns away from Ruby.

“Pwease >.< big bwothew stay ://// with OwO me XD” pleaded Ruby as she tilted her head and widened her eyes.

Jaune, no matter how hard he could try could resist the temptation of Ruby’s puppy dog eyes. “Okay you win”

“Ha, sucker!” Ruby grabs his hand and Petal Bursts into the store.

“Please Ruby I don’t want to get kicked out.”

The Shopkeep grunted signaling his annoyance.

“Sorry”

At the magazine corner, Ruby became embroiled in the world of weaponry; Vacuan Rifleman, Guns Digest, The SmithBros. Legends, as far as Ruby was concerned. She picked one up gleefully and tore into it as her life depended on it. While Ruby’s mind was entranced Jaune’s mind began to wander: ‘Should I buy some shotgun shells for me and Vince?’ He walks over to the shotgun ammo. ‘Should I get the Winchester Jackal 12 gauge? It’s Ⱡ21,660 for 250 rounds’ [About 140 USD]   

“P-please! Just take my Lien and leave!” cried the Shopkeep.

“Shhh, calm down, we’re not here for your money.” said a gentlemanly voice.

‘Fuck’ Jaune heard there was a rise of dust robberies lately but never thought he would be caught up in one. He turns to identify the assailants: an all-black suit with Red Sunglasses and Tie. ‘Man Junior must’ve fallen unto some hard times after Yang wrecked his behind.’ Jaune then notices a particular ginger man in a white trench coat and black bowler hat. ‘Wait. Is that Roman leading them? Man, Hei must be really desperate to loan his men to him’ Jaune tries to think of a plan to dispatch the goons, but before he can…*Whoosh* a red blur passes him by. ‘Man, she threw herself and the goon out the window. Impressive’ With the rest distracted Jaune puts a mook into a sleeper hold and then slams his head on the floor, knocking him out.

“Oh, so you are here too, Lancelot. Trying to foil another one of my operations, I see.” Says the Gentlemen Thief

“Come on, you know the Kuchinashi job was an accident”

“What you did at Kuchinashi was way more than an accident and you know that Lancelot, And unlike then you and your new little Red friend will stay out of my way” Roman proceeds to raise his cane popping out his iron sights revealing it was also a gun. He proceeds to fire—Jaune ducks behind a shelf. This creates a massive hole in the shop wall. Jaune was scared he was outnumbered, without his weapon, and facing down a criminal mastermind. He wondered if this was how his grandfather felt on that fateful day. No. He couldn’t let himself go there he had to see this encounter through. He rolled from his cover. 

Jaune scanned the room. There, he spotted Torchwick getting away. ‘He’s getting away’ Jaune starts to chase him until he hears a voice

“Help me, Heeelp” beseeched the Shopkeep. Part of the roof caved in on him due to Roman’s theatrics.

Jaune sighed. He had to help the old man. Papa Arc would be ashamed if he didn’t. He effortlessly moved the heavy debris from the Shopkeep and very slowly assorted him out of the premises to avoid injuring him. Jaune laid him out on the sidewalk. He noticed around him Ruby had knocked out all the goons. “Don’t worry an ambulance is on its way”

“Thank you, young man. Go, help your friend I’ll be alright”

Jaune turns to face the shop and is welcomed with the sound of jets. Ruby and an unknown huntress were continuing the fight on the roof. Torchwich and an accomplice were attempting to escape on a bullhead. The mysterious accomplice and the Huntress were exchanging blows. She is too competent to be one of Junior’s men. Explosions and ice spikes were viciously thrown, but the robbers were victorious and disappeared into the night.

“You’re a Huntress! Can I have your autograph?” Jaune could faintly hear Ruby’s voice.

Knowing Ruby was in safe hands Jaune tried to get out of there. He could get to his garage unnoticed he booked it double time.

“Halt! Vale PD. We’re going to detain you for questioning. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand?”

‘Man!’ Jaune had the worst of luck on his birthday.

SORRY FOR THE SUPER LATE UPDATE. A LOT HAS HAPPENED SINCE CHAPTER ONE.  I’LL BE BACK WITH MORE SOON. DON'T WORRY IT WON’T TAKE NEARLY A YEAR LIKE THIS  TIME.  ANY SUGGESTIONS OR CORRECTIONS  ARE WELCOMED.  THANK YOU FOR READING!

-REX

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