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cowgurrrl · 10 months

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Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Author’s note: *gasp* a stand alone drabble

Summary: “You can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it.” - Yves Olade, from Bloodsport; “When rome falls” aka you and Joel talk about scars [1.6k]

Warnings: talks of Joel’s attempt, grief, talks of self-hatred, feeeellliiinnnggggsss, learning to live despite it all

"Tell me bout this one." He asks as he traces over the jagged scar on your bicep. It always started with one, and then, before you knew it, you were mapping out each other's bodies like cartographers with sacred valleys and mountains never seen by another. You laugh and move your hair out of your face to see Joel better. He looks gorgeous in the calming orangish light of your room, his eyes bright and his muscles relaxed.

"I got into a fight with a tree branch and lost," you say, and he laughs, burying his head into your neck to hide the sound. You smile and shove at his shoulder. "I don't know why you're laughing at me. It was very scary."

"'M sure it was."

"Alright, asshole," you say as you grab his hand and trace the scar littering the space between where his thumb and pointer finger connect. It's long and silver and barely noticeable, but it looks like it would've hurt when it happened. "How'd you get this one?"

"Workin' my first job."

"What was your first job?"

"Mechanic."

"Your first job ever was being a mechanic?" You ask, and he nods like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "How old were you?"

"Sixteen. Maybe seventeen." He says. You try to imagine a much younger Joel with softer features and darker hair. That little creature of habit probably wore the same things he wears now, but with more Texas paraphernalia. Cowboy boots and a hat. Maybe even one of those absurdly large belt buckles. Just the thought of a skinny, sixteen-year-old Joel wearing a huge belt buckle makes you laugh.

"I bet you had all the cute girls coming in to get their car fixed, huh?"

"Somethin' like that." He smirks, and you roll your eyes.

"So, how'd you get the scar?"

"I cut it tryna fix an engine in an old car. It barely ran as is, and my boss wanted me to just gut the whole thing, but my dumbass wanted to see if I could fix it, and I cut my hand open on something. I still don't know what. Got blood all over the shop and had to get one of the guys to drive me to the hospital," he raises his right hand and traces the scar. "Ten stitches all through here, but other than that, everything was fine. Scared the shit outta my mama, though."

"D'you ever figure out what was wrong with the engine?"

"Nope. Boss replaced it before I could come back."

"Bummer." You say, and Joel hums, reaching up to feel for the thin scar on your neck. His fingertips are warm and gentle as he traces the bumpy skin like braille. Like he could know every piece of you through touch alone.

"Another fight with a tree branch?" He asks, and you chuckle.

"A fight with a pissed-off client. Held a knife to my neck because I didn't give him his usual supply."

"And is he still with us?"

"You're cute," you say as you brush some hair from his face. You try to smooth it down so it doesn't look as crazy, but your fingers catch on the scar on the right side of his head. You pause and let yourself memorize the feeling of the raised skin. It's long and rough as it peeks out of his hairline. He must've needed a lot of stitches if it's still so prominent all these years later. His breaths get shallow, and his eyes search your face. "Can I ask about this one?"

He takes a deep breath and nods. Wordlessly, he grabs your hand from the side of his head and kisses your fingertips. He traces circles into the back of your hand and stares at the ceiling. You watch his face change ever so subtly as he thinks, a quick pursing of his lips or a muscle in his jaw jumping when he glosses over the memories. You're convinced no one else in the world can read him like you can. You're a little smug about it, but you'd never tell him that. God forbid he try to school his microexpressions too.

"It happened the day after Sarah died." He starts, and your heart sinks. He swallows thickly and shakes his head. "I didn't care anymore. She was gone, and there was nothin' I could do to bring her back, but I thought... I don't know. I thought I could make the pain stop. So, I tried," he mimes pointing a gun at his head. "But I flinched. Still don't understand why. Tommy hauled me off to a FEDRA medical tent, and they patched me up. Scared him half to death findin' me like that." Your eyes flutter shut at the image of a frantic Tommy trying to get Joel medical help, both choking on their grief as they stumbled through. Joel always told you how much he worried about Tommy and made sacrifices for him. You wonder how many nights Tommy stayed up and watched Joel sleep so he wouldn't reach for his firearm again. You wonder how much pain they were in and never talked about it. When your eyes open again, Joel stares at the scar on your neck to avoid your gaze. You reach out to trace the shell of his right ear.

"That's why you're deaf in that ear." It was meant to be a question, but it comes out as a breathless realization, and he nods.

"It's why I'm deaf in that ear." He mumbles. You look at the scar with a new understanding and sadness. Your fingertips graze the rigid skin again, and his eyes fill with tears. He's waiting for you to flinch and pull away. He's waiting for you to ask him to never talk about this again. He's waiting for you to get angry at the past like he is. In slow, precise movements, you sit up until you're half on top of him, your eyes heavy with emotion. Then, so slowly he thought he dreamt it, you lean down and kiss the thing he hates the most about himself.

You linger for a few seconds like you're trying to repair the skin with your touch alone before moving to kiss the ear he's deemed useless. You kiss his forehead, nose, cheeks, and jaw, catching his tears as they fall. He holds you close and tries to bury his face in your neck to hide from the love he doesn't think he deserves. You put your hands on his cheeks to keep him in place and stare down at him.

"I'm so fucking happy you flinched." You whisper, struggling to keep your voice steady at the thought of him being gone before you could meet him. Then, you obliterate his world. "I'm so happy you're alive." You say.

In all his years on this earth, nobody has ever told Joel Miller they were happy he was alive. He doesn't know how to react. He just catches your lips and tries to press the words he can't find the strength to voice into you. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. It's okay if you can't love me like this, but Jesus fucking Christ, I hope you can try. I won't be weak anymore. You make me want to live. Nobody's been able to do that in a long time. Please forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You let him flip your positions and hover over you, tears still falling down his cheeks as he kisses you.

Rays of early morning sunshine filter through the dusty window and cast shadows across the room. You both have to get up for work soon. You know what'll happen if you don't go, but you also want to get lost in the cartography of Joel. It's okay, you think. We have the rest of our lives. You rest your forehead against his, and he takes a shaky breath, thoughts crackling loudly in the quiet room. You grab his chin and turn his head so you can kiss the scar one more time before forcing him to look at you.

With determination and longing in your eyes, you say, "Stay with me." And you both know you're not just talking about the crisp October morning. Like so much of your lives, intention slips between the cracks for the other to pick up and examine like a long lost earring you find and wonder, "Where have you been this whole time?" He kisses you again, feeling his eyes prick with water before nodding.

"Okay," he says. "I'll stay with you if you stay with me."

"I'm not going anywhere, Miller."

"Good." He smiles.

The grief will never go away. It will never be fair that Sarah died that night. You can never go back to the people you were before that day. But you can do this. You can find ways to live not despite the pain but because of it. Because he loved Sarah. Because you were kind and empathetic before Cordecyps wiped that from memory. Because grief is a conglomeration of memories so jumbled together you can't tell them apart anymore, but you can still feel the love left behind. So, you'll continue to kiss the tears away and soothe the nightmares and stitch the wounds that will heal over into nasty scars with nastier stories. You'll endure as long as you can have more mornings like this.

And little by little, step by step, you'll learn how to do more than survive with him. You'll learn to stop waiting for the darkness to find you. You'll learn to be kind again, and he'll learn to forgive himself. Together, you'll make something whole and beautiful and worthy from your pile of broken pieces. It can't change the past, but goddammit, if it doesn't make the future look pretty good.

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anamenooneowns · 10 months

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Summary: Jennifer is always greedy for you.

AN: i rewatched jennifer's body last night so i wanted to make a spicy fic. its just our cannibal, succubus girlfriend loving up on her chubby girl. enjoy!

Pairing: Jennifer Check x Chubby black reader

Warnings: Dub-con (not previously consented demonic hypnotizing), no use of y/n (Angel isn't your name, it's a nickname), fucked grammar, degradation, biting, smacking (like once), cursing, almost caught, possible voyeurism (not really just tryna cover all the bases, these also sound like porn tags)

MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

This wasn't good. No- it wasn't good at all. This was terrible, in fact. What the fuck were you thinking? Anyone could see you here.

But as Jennifer's tongue slid up through your folds, parting them like Moses did the goddamn Red Sea- it was the best decision you've made in your life. Her plump lips pursed around your swollen clit, gathering spit to the front of her mouth to rub over the throbbing nub over, and over, and again. Your leg was thrown over her shoulder, and for a girl so skinny, it was surprising that she didn't falter at your weight pressing down on her at all.

It was your fault that you looked so precious wearing the crop top that you had taken from her closet. The spandex pressed your tits together while creating a delicious spillage she was quickly developing a taste for in Biology. And now she was having her fill in the gym locker rooms when you were both supposed to be practicing a new routine.

"Jen- Jen, fuck," you mewled. It was hard to focus on the door where anyone could come in when she was doing that thing with her tongue. "Any... anyone c'n come in."

Jennifer pulled away to laugh at your slurred words, rubbing your clit with her thumb to keep you just at the edge. "Oh, they can come in, can't they, Angel?" she mocked your moaning voice. "Then I guess the smart thing to do would be to shut your whore mouth, right?" the drop of her voice was cold and sudden.

Your sucked your trembling bottom lip into your mouth, stifling your tears at her nasty words even though your nipples were twisting into thick, hardened peaks against your cheer shirt. Her eyes locked onto your chest and she pushed your shirt up with her free hand, a dulcet noise coming from her throat as your heavy tits fell out of them.

"Fuck." she huffed out a laugh, rising from her haunches slowly as she pressed kisses up your stomach and between the valley of your breasts. "For someone so scared they're gonna be seen, it feels like you're just getting wetter and wetter," she hissed in your ear like a dirty secret.

Jennifer punctuated her sentence with a sharp smack against your pussy, eliciting a squelch that sounded so nasty- so lewd that your knees buckled.

It took a moment to realize that you never hit the ground. Then another to register that Jennifer Check was holding you, above the ground, against the lockers, as if you were weightless. She dropped to her knees now, settling your legs over her shoulders to return to licking the honeyed sweetness you were dripping. All for her. The feeling of her mouth and fingers pleasuring you made your concern slip from your mind, head nodding off as the rise of your orgasm coiled and got hot in your belly.

"Ohgodohgod- wanna cum. Jen.. Jen, lemme cum, baby- please."

Collective laughter in the hallway almost distracted you. Almost. Jennifer's teeth sharpened and she moved her face away from your cunt to bite your thigh, smiling when you cried out in pain. "If you wanna cum, then you keep those eyes on me, Angel. Or maybe you want them to see us, see how good of a little slut you are for me, letting me eat your pussy out?"

It was adorable how you shook your head even though she could hear you chanting 'yes' in your mind. All the times she wondered where your head went off to before she was cursed had been answered. The scenarios of the salacious, perverted things you wanted her to do to you and vice versa made her write a checklist in her diary at home. This was just number five that you and her would both be crossing off soon.

It was when you started hearing the words of your fellow friends and cheerleaders that your diverted your attention again. Jennifer growled and pulled away, slick dripping down her chin, lipgloss smudged. "Angel. Look. At. Me."

Your pretty brown eyes locked onto hers and the sparkle in them started to fade as you fell into her hypnosis. Her demonesque eyes dilated at the sight of you, jaw half-open and eyes lidded as you looked down at her.

There we go, now you gotta work for it yourself, sweet girl.

You carded your fingers through Jennifer's hair before stopping at the back of her head, rolling your hips forward. Jennifer moaned as your eyes rolled back, riding her face at an angle where your clit bumped against her nose with every hump. She sucked your inner folds into her mouth, teasing their lineation with her tongue to scoop your cream into her mouth before letting them go.

The doorknob twisted and turned from across the room but it didn't open. A muffled collection of groans echoing in the hallway from sweaty and tired cheerleaders at the jammed door. It made her want to laugh at how you were getting a much different workout in here.

When your hips started stuttering and frustrated whines spilled from your swollen lips at missing her nose from rutting so desperately, she grabbed the undersides of your thighs. God, you were so warm and soft. The feeling made her hungry. And the second she felt her teeth shift and sharpen, cheeks thinning to accommodate an unhinged jaw–she slammed the door on the feeling. Looking back to your soulless, brown eyes she couldn't- wouldn't succumb to her newly cannibalistic urges.

Instead, she focused on how she could have cum alone from how sopping wet and sticky your pussy was as she pushed her ring and middle finger inside your walls. It felt like hot silk as she curled them inside of you, slowly letting go of her reigns on your mind. The light in your eyes flickered on and your brows drew together, a sob leaving your lips as you looked down at her glacier blue eyes. Did you black out?

When she put her mouth back on your cunt, you quickly agreed that you did because who wouldn't go unconscious from such good pussy eating?

"S'right there- stop, Jenny, wai-wait!" you babbled, trying to tuck your hips back, away from her dangerous mouth.

Whatever the noise she made though, something guttural and warning, stilled you as chills ran up your spine. Your body shuddered, head tilting against the lockers and eyes rolling back as you squirted into her waiting mouth.

She drank as if she had been deprived of water, refusing to waste a drop before crooning, "My pretty Angel," between breaths of air. She made out with your pussy as soon as she caught her breath, swirling her tongue through your swollen vulva until you were wet with her spit and whining.

"Alright, I'm done. C'mon, Angel-baby," her voice was softer as she lowered your legs to the floor, wrapping a thin arm behind your waist because she didn't trust you not to fall.

Your eyes fluttered open when she started peppering kisses over your neck, and the kisses stopped once your eyes latched onto hers. "C'mon, I'll walk you back home, s'not safe to be alone."

You didn't argue that she would then be alone, knowing that she'd brush your concerns off with a mind-numbing kiss. And you also didn't say a word when you watched her tuck your panties into her bag unabashedly.

When you walked into the hallway it was clear, and confusion clouded your face. Jennifer didn't have to look at you to know you were confused about what happened to your cheer squad coming toward the locker room.

"The door was jammed silly, duh." Jennifer said. "You know we always get lucky when we're in public like this," her hand crept up your skirt and you squealed as she squeezed the fatty flesh.

"Jenny, anyone could have seen my ass!" you whispered angrily, lips scrunching into a pout.

She stopped walking and grabbed your jaw, kissing you in the middle of the empty basement. Her tongue pushed into your mouth, impatient- everything was always impatient with Jennifer. Your gasp is swallowed as she presses her tongue against yours, the potent taste of you being dressed over your tongue. Pulling away, she swipes your bottom lip and collects the string of saliva connecting your mouths to pop it into her own. "They wouldn't live another day to even talk about my girlfriend's pretty ass."

You rub your lips together, moisturizing them with what was left of Jennifer's strawberry flavored gloss. Finally, you sweetly say. "Well then.. I guess it's okay."

God, you really were an Angel. Always willing and okay to let Jennifer do whatever she wanted.

As you both kept walking, Jennifer's hand rubbing your ass, she decided you didn't need to know that she literally would tear someone limb from limb for you. Or that the door to the locker room wasn't actually jammed and she had locked it from the start, the key shoved in her bra.

It was late when you and Jennifer finally got off of facetime, you insisting that she at least do this for you the moment she dropped you off so you could see her get home safely. You grabbed your pajamas which was really only panties and a tank-top you stole from your girlfriend before going into the bathroom.

You peeled off your cheer uniform, and that's when you felt it. Hissing, you turn to the mirror in your bathroom and raise your leg.

It felt like an icy hand clutched your heart as you looked at the ellipsis of small holes decorating your inner thigh. The oxidized reddish-brown blood was smeared all over it and there was only a one-word question that flitted through your mind.

Jennifer?

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flamingo-writes · 6 months

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Pillow Talk — Hobie x Fem!Reader

Summary: set in the 70’s. After having a bad day, your best friend Hobie attempts and succeeds at turning your day around.

A/N: not proof read. This started as a vent fic bcs I was feeling ignored by the world. This turned out longer than expected. Fem!Reader, the only mention about the reader’s appearance, except at some point I mention the reader’s shirts fit Hobie, however, Hobie is a very tall dude, but he’s also very thin. I wrote this keeping an average sized reader in mind (my bf is as tall as Hobie, not as skinny, and my medium sized shirts fit him very short, so the reader could be even be larger than average sized)

Genre: fluff, plotless fluff!! Friends to lovers expect the lovers part didn’t make it to the fic. I might write a sequel, but I also might not. I need ideas and inspiration.

Warnings: not proof read, idk if I wrote curse words or not…other than that I’d say anxiety and

Word count: 2.9K

The tapping of that rain on the glass was a good company to your music. Slow lullabies, that fitted your current mood, matching the weather outside. As you lied on your bed, your face towards the wall besides your bed as you wished for the day to be over.

It was one of those days, in which the world seemed too loud, too overwhelming. It was almost as if you were invisible that day. No one listened to anything you had to say, everyone seemed to actively ignore you, even one of your friends snapped at you over what you considered to be nothing and kept blaming yourself for that even when it wasn’t something that serious to begin with. Today was a very busy day at the coffee bar, you were truly exhausted and wanted nothing but to go to sleep and wait for the day to end. Although falling asleep had resulted to be an impossible task.

So you listened to music instead. The rain helping set the mood. You wanted to stop existing for a while and even stop thinking. Ignoring the phone ringing a couple of times. Even ignoring the loud growl of your stomach as you had absolutely no energy to do anything.

You heard the window sliding open, immediately knowing who it was. You lived on the 8th floor of a rather stinky flat building. And only one person insisted on using windows rather than the normal main door.

“Shite, tryna give me a heart attack?” He said at once. “Thanks for picking up by the way,” He said sarcastically as he took off his boots and started pacing around your room like it was his, making himself to the bathroom where the first aid kit was as he kept on rambling.

“Thought you were either still at work or out with friends or whatever, you know, after you very kindly didn’t pick up your phone, ey?” He said. “Came ‘ere to patch myself up, after I tried calling thinking there wasn’t anyone home. You’ve got the nice gauzes, tell your mother thanks for me one of these days, for being a nurse and letting you sneak this things out of the hospital for ya,”

The entire time he was talking there was no reply. No sassy comeback to his sarcasm. No playfully following along his comments. Nothing. Just silence.

But you were awake.

Hobie knew you were awake. He’d heard your breathing and heart rate when you slept countless times before, and from your current breathing and heartbeat now, he knew you were awake. You’d be known to fall asleep with loud punk music on, but even then, you’d were awake.

“Did you hear me?” He asked frowning softly as he knew something by was up.

“Arrived from work a couple of hours ago. No, I didn’t pick up the phone. Yea they are nice gauzes. Yes I’ll say thanks to my mom, especially for not asking questions when I ask her if I can take gauzes and sutures and occasional antibiotics,” you replied dryly, dragging your tongue the way you usually do when you’re either tired or stressed.

“You a’ight?” He said walking towards your bed, reluctant to sit on it as he would’ve liked. As his trousers were a mess and he wasn’t sure if his wound was still bleeding or not.

“No,” You sighed.

“What happened?”

“Eh,” He saw you shrug, even amidst the dark room consumed by night, only the streetlights filtering through your window.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked, his voice softening.

You were usually the annoyingly optimistic one. You were usually the one begging him to open up and to let things off his chest when something was bothering him.

“No, not really…” You sighed. “Perhaps later…Tomorrow even…”

“Is this usually how it’s like to deal with me when I’m in a mood? You’re not exactly helping me here,” He joked.

He felt some relief when he heard a single chuckle escape your chest. At least you still had your sense of humour there.

“No, not really. You’re more sarcastic when you’re mad, and it’s your sarcasm what usually helps me figure out what happened…”

“Then this is inherently harder…” He pointed out.

“Sorry about that,”

“Can I help you somehow?”

“If I’m being honest, I don’t know…” You sighed. “How do you deal with feeling invisible?”

That was the most he’d gotten out of you, and he raised an eyebrow.

“You feel invisible?” He asked softly.

“All day today I’ve felt invisible. No one listens to me, or cares for what I have to say. I’ve been trying to talk and people just cut me off mid sentence to say something completely unrelated…I think I broke up with Mark…”

That last bit took him by surprise. One thing was that you were just having a bad day, and then you mentioned an actual event, and a big one for that matter.

One that he’d been waiting to happen, but he always envisioned you to be raging when you did. Mark was…well, he was a man, for starters. Hobie insisted men ain’t shit —“even myself, luv, I don’t know why you let me be your friend in the first place” he’d say— the amount of self awareness Hobie had came from a rough childhood growing up homeless for the most part of his youth. Something Mark had the good luck not to experience. He was your usual entitled, misogynistic, stuck up wanker. He could afford you gifts and romantic dates every so often. But the times Hobie had seen you mad because of something Mark did outnumbered the amount of times you actually seemed happy to be with Mark.

And he couldn’t believe someone as sweet and smart as you could be with someone like him. Maybe Mark needed someone with a good amount of patience, because otherwise, Hobie couldn’t see how would someone keep up with his shit.

But you weren’t like anyone else he knew. You were perhaps the biggest softy he’d met, which was hilarious because you also called yourself a punk. And you helped him plan out his subversive actions, you helped him with his art pieces, you helped him a lot with indirect work. You never really took a stand and walked into the dangerous situations, but you were always there helping Hobie backstage, remaining anonymous and safe.

Hobie found endearing how sweet and gentle and patient you were for a punk. You took a lot of shit for yourself, but went absolutely insane when someone you cared for received the slightest unfair treatment. He found your fear of getting in trouble adorable, yet understandable. Things had been changing a lot for women recently, but things were still pretty much unfair.

Hobie could understand and respect that. He knew the disadvantage, and was well aware of the privileges that came with being a man. Sure, he was black, but he was still a man. He still had privileges women didn’t have. And not even from a legal standpoint. Even with his skin colour, society tended to respect him more than a woman regardless of her colour.

“Whoa, luv, hold up. What about Mark?” Hobie said.

“I think I’m going to break up with him next time I see him…” You sighed. “At some point I was feeling very bad at work, and I wanted some sort of comfort…During my break I called him…” You sighed softly as your eyes teared up, and Hobie could hear your voice break slightly.

“What did he say?” Hobie sighed, growing annoyed.

“At first he was being helpful. Actually listening. But then…I don’t know, I don’t know if I said something or how I said it, but I heard him sigh and say that he was sorry I was having a bad day but he was dealing with problems much bigger than mine and made some very passive aggressive comments about how he has a real job while I work at a coffee bar…And I hung up on him…” You said, swallowing the lump in your throat, as Hobie felt his own chest squeeze painfully.

“The only worse thing than being ignored, is being shamed for who you are…” You sighed, shutting your eyes closed to keep tears from falling. “I was having a bad day, the last thing I needed was to be scolded, you know?”

Hobie leaned over your bed, and kissed your head while running one of his large hands across your hair. “I’m so sorry, luv…” He whispered. “But good for you. Mark isn’t half the person you are, you deserve someone much better. Although, that might be a tad impossible because you deserve the entire world, and I don’t think there’s someone in the world actually worthy of you…” He said, his voice gentle and sweet, one of the very few instances in which Hobie wasn’t his usual self-satirical-theatrical punk he liked to be. He was capable of being very gentle and sweet.

You chuckled, keeping your eyes closed as you felt his lips burning through your skull in the nicest of ways.

“Hey, I’m all covered in blood and sweat and all those nice things,” He joked. “I’ll go take a quick shower and I’ll be right back with you, okay?”

“Yeah…Thanks, Hobie,”

“Just doing what I must, sweet’eart, don’t sweat it. Are you hungry by the way?” He said standing back up as he headed to your wardrobe.

He grabbed some sweatpants Mark had around, thinking Mark wouldn’t be needing them anymore. Plus, Hobie knew Mark wasn’t exactly fond of how close friends you two were. And Hobie usually wore some of the clothes Mark left at your place, knowing it would piss Mark off when his clothing smelled like your punk bestie rather than your normie boyfriend.

However, he took one of your shirts. His slim thin body actually allowed him to wear your shirts and fit him just perfectly. Perhaps a bit short on his long torso, but for that matter, rarely any shirt that fit his shoulders and chest fit his torso. And any shirt that fit his lengthy body was huge on his shoulders making him look ridiculous.

He took your Patti Smith shirt from the concert you’d gone to just a few months back. He’d gone with you and had actually fallen in love with her and her work. He’d listened to a few of Patti’s tracks, and he considered himself a casual enjoyer and it wasn’t until you dragged him with you to the concert that he became a big fan.

“A bit, actually…” You lied, feeling the pit of your stomach threatening to digest itself if you didn’t eat anything soon.

“Okay, how about this,” He began confidently. “After I shower, we’re gonna go to the new place that opened just around the corner…” He suggested. “Dinner’s on me. And I’ll make up for the bad day you’ve been having, how about that?” He asked as he walked back towards your bed and ruffled your hair playfully.

“I want to be a little ball of suffering and tears,” You whined, chilling softly.

“That’s a bunch of shite and you know it. Come on, wash that pretty little face of yours and get ready, we’re leaving as soon as I’m done,” He said and walked back to your wardrobe, grabbing a towel and heading to the bathroom.

You chuckled and sat up on the bed, watching him close the bathroom door as you sighed deeply and stood up, heading to the kitchen, taking a large glass of water.

At times like this you were absolutely grateful for having someone like Hobie. No, not someone like him. But having Hobie as your best friend. He was the absolute best friend someone could have. The amount of times he looked out for her more than anyone else, really. More than Mark, more than your friends, more than your own parents.

You washed your face on the kitchen sink and by the time Hobie was out of the shower. Smelling like your body lotion and even your shampoo, his scent was still predominantly there. However to Hobie, all he could smell was that comforting and familiar scent of home.

As you heard him walk out, you headed to the living room where you found him pacing around in black sweats and your Patti Smith shirt.

"Hey, that’s mine," you whined playfully as you walked up to him and tugged on the shirt gently.

"Was" he corrected.

"No, fuck off!” You complained with a gentle laugh as you gently pinched his tummy. "You have your own Patti shirt! This is mine!” I complained like a little kid.

"If you want me to undress you just have to say so," he chuckled as he gave you a cheeky smirk and you pinched his tummy again. "Ow!” He giggled softly and rubbed his stomach where your fingers had been. "C’mon, let’s go get food, I’m famished,"

After dinner and getting back to your apartment, the two of you decided to "watch" movies. You weren’t really watching, you were talking back and forth, sometimes about the movie, sometimes about other things.

You were snuggled right besides him. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you close to him. His tough keeping you warm, fat more than the blanket over both your laps.

You eventually fell asleep on the couch. His arms around you and you comfortably nuzzling your face against his chest. Despite the couch being too small, you slept comfortably at least until well into the night. You woke up softly sometime after 3 am. Groggy and still in a sleepy haze.

“Hobie?” You murmured.

“Hm?” He replied deeply asleep.

“We fell asleep on the couch…” You yawned.

“Hm,”

“C’mon, we’re going to be more comfortable in bed…” you murmured and tugged on his arm as you clumsily got up and turned off the tv.

“Hm…”

Still somewhat asleep, he stood up and followed you into your room, holding on to your hand as you guided him towards the bed.

As he collapsed on the bed, you followed him and lied down besides him. As soon as you lied down besides him, Hobie pulled you into his embrace. Too asleep to realise what he was doing. You giggled.

“You’re pretty cuddly when you’re sleepy…”

“It’s a you effect…” He mumbled, dragging his tongue as he was mostly asleep. “You make me all mushy…”

Your cheeks blushed as you looked at him. His eyes closed and face relaxed, as you thought perhaps he wasn't going to remember this conversation tomorrow.

“How come?” You asked curiously as your heart raced and suddenly you weren’t sleepy whatsoever.

He shrugged. “You’re the nicest, cutest, bestest person I know, how could I not?” He mumbled.

“Hobie?”

“Hm?”

“Do you have feelings for me?”

“You just noticed?” He scoffed softly as he flashed you a confident smile, his eyes still closed.

“I…yes…”

“Huh,” He chuckled softly. “You’re so cute…”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because we’re friends and I’ve always been scared to—“ his tongue started dragging more and more, as his words soon became incomprehensible and soon he was deeply asleep.

It took you a long while to fall back asleep. Hobie’s sleepy love confession kept you awake as you kept going on and on inside your thoughts as suddenly his gentle and over protective nature towards you made sense.

He was naturally protective of those he cared for. He assumed the role of older brother. But with you it was different. While Hobie hated to be told what to do, and he always made a point to remind people about it. Not you. He always made some joke, but never complained.

Hobie wasn’t a morning person. I’m fact, he hated them. You on the other hand, always woke up at a decent time. Never after nine, but never before eight. A reasonable hour. You killed time reading, waiting for Hobie to wake up. For no particular reason, you simply felt like waiting for him to wake up. Besides, your shift at the coffee bar didn’t start until five that afternoon.

“Hey…” Hobie murmured, catching you off guard as you put down your book and looked at Hobie.

“Morning, you…”

“Morning, luv…”

You looked at him with a sweet and tender smile, remembering the conversation you two had last night. A conversation you knew he had no recollection of. It felt like having a secret between you two, a secret Hobie ignored, but still one you two shared.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He purred.

“No reason…” You chuckled and snuggled against him, hugging him.

Hobie’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes widened. He wondered what exactly was going on, but knew better than to question it and hugged you back.

“You’re weird sometimes…” He chuckled and pressed a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

“But you like me this way…” You murmured, taking in a big breath, feeling your lungs fill with his scent.

“Perhaps,” He chuckled and rested his cheek on your head.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie x y/n #hobie fanfic

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haileymunson · 2 years

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wash day with eddie

eddie munson x black!reader

a/n: here’s some fluff to add to my masterlist. hope y’all like it! slight suggestive situations but sfw

it had been almost two weeks since you last washed your hair, and despite eddie laying comfortably in your bed, his head on you chest with your legs tangled together, you were going to get your hair washed

you manage to shuffle your body away from eddie, hearing him groan at your sudden disappearance

“baby where’re you going?”

“i’m going to wash my hair, do you wanna come and help me?”

a giddy smile appeared on his face, “of course babe! do you know how long i’ve been trying to do you hair with you?”

a rolled your eyes but it didn’t stop the heat from burning your cheeks, “you just tryna shower with me munson?”

he chuckled as you both walked in your bathroom, “not anything i’ve never seen before, princess. and no i’m not as horny as you think i am madam. i crave affection and cuddles and intimacy thank you very much.” he said in a sassy tone as he put his hands on his lips

you giggled and put your stash of various hair products on the bathroom counter, your eddie looking at all of them in awe, “jeez babe, i only use a 3 in 1 and a moisturizer”

you rolled your eyes as you started the shower, “that’s because your a man babe. women have higher expectations for their hair, especially black women.” you say as you sprinkled water from the shower onto him as he shrugged understandably

you both began to strip as the shower started warming up, both of us stepping in the warm shower

i stepped towards the water and eddie walked towards me, “here let me,” he held my hips as i leaned back towards the water. i closed my eyes as the warm water hit my scalp and ran my hands through my hair

i opened my eyes as i was ready to shampoo to see eddie staring down at me lovingly

“you’re so pretty y/n,” kissing my lips as his wet hair brushed against my face

“thank you eds, here. help me shampoo my hair. we’re gonna work this through my scalp and lightly brush it through my ends”

he nodded his head and i grabbed the shampoo. as i showed him how i shampooed my hair, he watched closely

i let him try, relaxing into his soft, magical hands

“damn eddie your hands feel so good,” i said as i leaned towards him

“i guess my hands are just as good as pleasing you on the outside as they are when they’re inside of you,” he says as he smirks and laughs as a slap his arm

“shut up eds! here let’s rinse this out”

he lets you rinse out your hair with your scalp massager and gets your detangling comb and conditioner

you then showed him how you condition your hair as you ran your hands through your curly locks, and then showing him how to use your comb

he gently ran his hands through your hair and used the comb to comb through your hair

you let him rinse his hands off and use a loofah to clean your body since y’all were both already in the shower anyways

once he was done washing you, you rinsed your hair out as he washed himself with a random washcloth that was hanging up to be used

once you were both done he picked you up as he wrapped you in your towel and set you in your chair in front of your vanity, your giggles and thrashing unable to stop him

“go put some pants on boy!” you giggled as you shielded your eyes from his skinny, but toned body

“nothing you haven’t seen angel, stay here and i’ll get your stuff” he winked and went back into the bathroom to dry off and put a clean pair of boxers and sweatpants on

you sat in your chair as you waited for him to get dressed and bring you your products

you quickly put on panties and a cropped camisole on before he came out with your hair products

“okay babe let’s get this hair done,” you say as you get comfortable and he stood next to you

he helped you part your hair and rake the leave in conditioner, moisturizer, gel, and mousse in your hair

after about 20 minutes of doing your hair (it didn’t take long with an extra pair of hands), he left to get the hair dryer from your closet

he set the dryer on your vanity and plugged it in as you sat underneath it and let your hair dry, eddie grabbing a book for you to keep yourself entertained

you saw him lay on the bed and read his book, the same one you were reading

you sat underneath the dryer for about an hour before your hair was fully dried

you turned off the dryer and eddie looked up at you, leaning up from the headboard and walking over to you as you looked in the mirror of your vanity, admiring you and eddie’s fine handy work

“thank you so much for helping me baby! it looks great! i might have to have your over for the next few times i have to wash my hair,” you said as you smirked and kissed his soft pink lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he held your hips

“you’re welcome babe. you know i don’t mind helping you out with your hair, you look amazing love.”

he kissed your lips once more, “you ready to eat dinner babe?”

“sure thing, but let’s order a pizza since you nearly burned your trailer down cooking spaghetti with me. don’t need you burning my house down”

he rolled his eyes as he went to the phone on your beside table, “yeah yeah whatever babe.”

he watched you as you cleaned up your vanity, your pretty hair swaying as you moved

thinking to himself, “god i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson headcanons

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trappers-cloak · 6 months

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The Buck and the Fox

Chapter 1 - The Shepard and the Angel

Chapter 1 of my ongoing fanfic, the Buck and the Fox.

Tags: Arthur Morgan x female oc, meet cute, introduction to my oc Diana Wegner.

word count: 2k

Diana Wegner

The sun was high enough - and hot enough - that Diana had ditched her coat. The great green thing hung over the rump of Althea, bouncing as the pair trotted along. Pluto let out a small bark below, nipping at the heels of a dozen sheep along the hillside. The wind billowing through the trees wasn’t nearly enough to stave off the heat, but it swept the sweat from her brow. The surrounding grass was a bright green, peppered with reds and pinks and oranges, all the herbs dotting the Heartlands. Diana could hear no sound besides sheep bleating. That sound was a welcome one, and she sent a silent thanks to God that no human voices polluted her ears.

A voracious reader as a child, Diana recalled poetry about hillsides like this. Emerson, Dickinson, even Shakespeare…she doubted they could imagine a moment this perfect. Something this devoid of a past.

The gunshot was, as one would guess, unwelcome.

All she had on hand was a repeater, a simple thing, slung across her shoulder. It would have to do as she took aim for the origin of the shot, somewhere up on the hill. Sure enough, two bandits rode above, aiming lower than she expected. She turned, and realized; they were here for the sheep.

With a blast, she narrowly missed the closer of the two, a large man on an even larger horse.

“Shit,” she muttered, reloading. What was the point of learning to shoot if she didn’t live long enough to use her skills?

She fired again. This time, the shot grazed the fat man’s arm, and he cried out in pain. His stallion shrieked and began bucking him off, with limited success.

Before Diana could load again, Althea stood and reared, kicking her front legs wildly. A gunshot sounded from the ground, and before she could blink, Diana was in the air. The impact of her back on the hill knocked the wind out of her, and before she could even collect herself, the other bandit was upon her.

It’s amazing how time slows down in the heat of the moment. Even with her death imminent, Diana could make out the green kerchief around his neck. Green eyes, a scraggly beard. She knew this man, or this type of man, anywhere.

The Irish accent gave him away. An O’Driscoll.

“Well, miss, think the boss man will reconsider-”

His words were cut off by a snarl as Pluto tackled him, barking and growling up a storm.

Good boy. Diana was free from the O’Driscoll’s grasp, but her gun was out of reach. She fumbled around for a revolver, to no success. Pluto was still laying into the skinny Irishman, but the big one had regained his senses and had started towards her again. She was outnumbered, and had no choice.

She took a deep breath, and screamed.

The sound of galloping filled the air. She was done for.

She screamed again.

“HELP ME!”

Two gunshots fired, calculated, separated. Pow! Pow! But the galloping didn’t stop. And the sound was getting closer by the millisecond. She began to scramble to her feet, pulling out her last resort - a small switchblade that Cripps had given her the day he taught her how to hunt. She flicked the blade open and readied her hand, turning to her assailant. She wondered who she’d face first - the big one or the skinny one.

It was neither.

“Woah… miss calm down, I ain’t gonna hurt’cha,” the man said, putting his hands up as he hopped down from his horse.

“Then drop your gun,” Diana said. It was all she could think of.

He tossed it to the side without a thought, and inched closer. She held out her lance knife, just the way Cripps taught her to. Her face was fixed in a snarl.

“Ma’am, I ain’t gonna-”

“Did you shoot them?”

“What?”

“Did you shoot them?”

“Well, yeah-”

“Why?”

“Well shit, I guess I was tryna save you, but if you’d rather be in a casket, who am I to judge?” he answered, slyly. He had a deep accent, a country one. She couldn’t place it.

Diana faltered for a moment, then said;

“You didn’t have to save me.”

“Well, it sure didn’t look like you were gonna do it yourself,” he countered.

She shot him a glare, readying a comeback, but instead? Instead she burst out laughing.

“Well, yes,” she said, between breaths, “I guess you’re right.” after a pause, she added,

“well? Is a lady going to have to help herself to her feet?”

The man started, and extended his hand down. She grabbed it, noting the sheer number and strength of the callouses coating it, and together the pair lifted Diana to her feet. For a very brief moment, Diana was chest to chest with the cowboy - well, head to chest, given that he stood nearly a head above her in height. Two parts of Diana burned - her cheeks with a blush, and her ring finger with shame and a grim reminder. The moment was over as soon as it began.

“Ahem…uh, thank you, sir,” she started, and sighed. “You saved my life. I owe you something for that at least.”

“Now, I don’t need anything, I was just bein-”

“Well at least a meal or a drink is in order!”

The man started again. “Ma’am, really, I-”

Diana sighed. “Please, mister, it's the least I can do. Plus,” she began, nodding over a few yards west, “I need your help. Those bandits must’ve gotten one of the sheep - look.'' Sure enough, a mound of white wool lay in the grass, the only sheep that had been lost in the raid.

“Help me get that poor soul back to Cripps, and you’ll be paid for your time.”

The man sighed, knowing he’d lost the exchange. “Fine,” he said, dejected. As the pair lifted the wayward sheep onto Althea, Diana spoke up once more.

“Thank you mister…”

“Morgan,” he paused. It looked like he was trying to remember what his name was. “Arthur Morgan.”

“Thank you, mister Morgan,” Diana said, and turned. “PLUTO!” she whistled. “ROUND ‘EM UP!”

Arthur Morgan

Dutch had told them in no uncertain terms to lie low. Besides making money, lying low was the top priority. So the O’Driscoll’s over on the hill should not have been his concern, and they weren’t until the bloodcurdling scream Arthur had heard from the middle of the herd of sheep. He may be trying to keep a low profile, but he wasn’t about to let some innocent shepard get herself killed. He imagined there would be some divine retribution for that, or some symbolism - something in his surrogate fathers’ books that would have damned him.

Now this same shepherd was leading him to some reward he felt he couldn’t accept. He had given his full name, his real name, to this woman, and he felt like he was 13 again. Breaking all the rules. He didn’t lie low, he didn’t mind his business, he didn’t keep himself a secret. And what would he have to show for it?

The smell of the stew pot hit him before he could see it.

“Sit down, mister Morgan, stay as long as you’d like,” the woman said, hanging her coat on a hook attached to a beautiful cherry tree. She had taken him behind what must be the trading post at Emerald Ranch - a small building bedecked with animal heads, hides and antlers. The camp spot was a cozy one, with the campfire and a great bronze stew pot as its centerpiece.

“Mr. Cripps is still working on the stew - the rest of the ranch hands are still tending to the sheep and the cows, but you can have first bowl once he’s done. He’ll be out any second.”

“Ma’am, I really don’t need any fo-” Arthur’s stomach growled mid sentence. He flushed, and the woman turned, and gave a slight chuckle.

“Riiight.”

“Well,” Arthur continued, taking a seat, “then thank you for your hospitality, Miss…”

She finished for him.

“Missus Diana Wegner. My husband owns this ranch. Forgive me for being blunt, Mister Morgan, but are you new around these parts?” She stuck out her hand, boldly. With purpose. A silver ring adorned it.

He took it, shook it, and responded.

“Yeah, well, my crew and I were workers in the north, and our factory got shut down, so we’re living in a camp near uh… Valentine?” he recited the story Hosea had told him. It was, to the old man’s credit, a great cover.

“I’m sorry to hear. Were you stuck up in the Grizzlies when that storm hit?”

Arthur chuckled, despite the memory being, at best, an unpleasant one. “Yeah, we just got out of it a few weeks ago. Lot of folk are still trying to get back on their feet,” he said.

“Well its a good thing you made it down here,” Diana replied. “I take it you’re doing the hunting then?” she gestured to the pelt on the back of Ares. “How much shot did that thing take?”

Arthur chuckled. “Not as much as you’d think. Damn thing nearly killed me. Apparently it’s some legendary bear - uncommon size.”

“You’ve got that right. Do you know how much that would be worth?”

Arthur shifted, uncomfortable. It would be just his luck to get robbed by the woman he saved.

“Not sure…”

“Well, me neither, but Mr. Cripps would have a field day tanning that thing. If you’d be interested in selling it here, I’m sure you could work out a deal.”

Arthur paused, wondering if this was a good chance to strike up some work - legitimate work, for once.

“If Mister…”

“Cripps,”

“Right. If Mr. Cripps buys this, would he buy other skins too, or…”

“Looking for employment, are we? And I thought men were all after something else!” Diana exclaimed. Arthur’s face felt hotter than hell itself. He could only imagine the shade of red it turned.

“Well, I- maybe,” he admitted. “I don’t know. As long as it pays.”

“That we do. In money, food, goods, or any combination.”

The backdoor of the store burst open, and an old man with a scraggly salt-and-pepper beard stepped out, holding a basket of herbs and corn.

“And we have the best of all three!” he exclaimed, sauntering over to the pair. “I couldn’t help but overhear the entire conversation, and your hunting skills would make an excellent contribution to Cripps-Wegner Trading Co!”

Diana sighed, and gestured towards the man. “Mister Cripps, Arthur Morgan. Arthur Morgan, Mister Cripps.” Before she could finish, Cripps was shaking Arthur’s hand with an enthusiasm he had only seen a few times before - and most of those times involved Sean and Karen, back before Sean got captured.

Before she could make any more introductions, a bell sounded, and Diana’s head whipped towards the big green house across the road.

“Shit,” she muttered. “That’s dinner bell.” she turned again to Arthur, and held out her hand. He took it, not knowing whether to shake it or not. Dutch had taught him to kiss a woman’s hand when they gave it this way, but the wedding ring gave him considerable pause.

“Thank you, Arthur, again. I owe you more than I can describe. Enjoy the stew, and let Cripps know if you have any availability.” as she spoke, she transformed - she did up her hair, tossed her hat aside, washed her hands and changed into ladies shoes seemingly before Arthur could blink. She went from a rancher to a society lady in less than a minute. He hoped she didn’t notice his stare.

“Come back to Emerald Ranch soon, mister Morgan. Our saloon is closed and it mostly smells of sheep shit, but I’m sure you’ll find something here to your liking.” she turned, and after a few steps, shouted over her shoulder. “Mister Cripps! Save that sheep hide. I have a plan for it.” And she was off.

There was a pregnant silence between her departure and the voice of Mr. Cripps.

“So, mister Morgan,” he began, “are you gonna continue to make googly eyes at Missus Wegner or are you going to have some mutton?”

#red dead oc #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 #rdr2 community #arthur morgan #rdr2 oc #the buck and the fox #diana wegner

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soughtoutsliderr · 3 months

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Luigi x Dunk Tank Clown! Reader

Pt. 2

Includes: drunk and seductive luigi, second date gets steamy, gender neutral reader, two switches kinda battling for dominance

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It’s my day off. I don’t gotta be at that stupid carnival. I guess maybe I can go to the bar or something.

BZZT.

Hm? I open my phone. It’s an unknown number. Who the hell’s texting me?

Hey, is this Y/N

Oh, It must be Luigi from the other day!

yeah, who r u?

Still gotta play it cool, though.

It’s Luigi. I was wondering if you’d want to hang out today?

Sure, i’d love to see you. where you tryna go?

Could I come over to your place?

My place?? This is technically our first date even though I did track him down after the fair and make him walk around with me.

you wanna come to my apartment?

Is that alright?

yea ig that’s cool

I send him the address and spring up out of my bed. I have to make myself look presentable for Luigi! I make up my bed, throw away all my trash, and pick up the clothes i’ve been leaving all over the place. Then I change my clothes into a t-shirt and some shorts. It’s summer, so nothing too serious but nothing that says ‘bum.’ I want him to think I’m well mannered.

A knock at the door. Oh no, he’s here already! Maybe it’s just a sales person. I doubt that. Would that be better or worse? No, no I want it to be him! I take a deep breath and turn the door knob. My eyes stayed towards the ground where I saw a pair of brown dress shoes. I start to trail my eyes upwards. A pair of jeans, a green button up, and- a curly mustache.

“Are you going to invite me in?” He bats his eyelashes at me. What the hell was wrong with this guy? What’s he trying to get into?

“Of course, come in,” I step to the side and motion to the couch.

He strides over to the couch, and sits with his back straight and hands on his knees. His posture was amazing and it pissed me off. I don’t know what it is, but something about Luigi seems different. I can’t help but look at him with a new feeling today. I don’t hate him at all, no! I just kinda want to see him on the floor, whimpering and drooling. Is that weird? I hardly even know him, maybe i should slow down and-

“Are you going to make me sit by myself?” Now he’s looking at me with intense eyes, his head is rested on his fist.

“N-no, i’m so sorry,” I rush over to the couch and sit beside him, “I’m just really nervous is all. A guy like me doesn’t really date often.”

“A guy like you? Well what’s the matter with you?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean something was wrong, i’m just kind of an asshole for a living is all.”

“Well, I think you’re very charming,” Luigi takes his finger and trails it down my jawline. I finally look up at him, and he hasn’t broke eye contact yet.

“A-are you trying to seduce me, Luigi?”

“Maybe just a little bit.. I won’t lie I had a couple drinks before coming,” he wraps his arms around my shoulders. His face lights up with this flirty smirk. I feel my face start to heat up and my heart starts beating.

“You’re breathing so heavy.. do you need mouth to mouth?”

“I, uh, i’m pretty sure that’s for people who can’t breathe, but i’m not opposed to it at all,” before I was hardly done with my sentence Luigi presses his lips against mine. He was gentle, but very passionate. I pull him into my lap and he wraps his hands around my waist. I seriously can’t tell who’s wearing the pants here, but hey, who cares?

He pulls away from me to take a breath and mutters something I can’t hear.

“Did you say something, babe?” I whisper, my eyes locked with his.

“I said let’s have sex,” he stares back lustfully.

“I’m so into this side of you, it’s really hot.”

He cups my face in his hand. “Well i’m all for you tonight, so i’m glad you like it.”

He slowly fiddles with every button of his shirt. I watch and tap my foot that wasn’t on the couch against the floor.

“Don’t be impatient.. you’ll go at my pace, okay?”

“Y-yes, sir..” Luigi slowly pulled back his shirt to reveal his body. He wasn’t skinny, but not fat either. He didn’t have abs or anything, but pretty big arms. I reach my hand down to his pants. Before I can pull down his zipper, he grabs my hand and pulls it above my head.

“No touching until I say so, do you understand?”

“Mhm, of course, sir..” I start to slightly grind against him, trying to get myself off without getting caught. Luigi lifts my t-shirt up to expose my chest. I gasp at the feeling of his cold hands against my skin.

“Oh, Lu, please,” I whine and grip the couch with my hands.

He brings my face up to look at him. “You’re gonna be good for me tonight, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes, daddy..” my eyes widened in shock, “I-i’m sorry Luigi, I really didn’t mean to say that.”

“That’s okay,” he giggles at my embarrassment, “Would you like to call me that?”

“If you don’t mind. It kind of turned me on a little,” I nod to my crotch, which is almost soaked at this point.

“I won’t make you wait anymore, love. I’ll let you have me.”

Oh, thank god. I watch very closely as Luigi unzips his jeans. He slides them down and pulls them off. He then starts to rub his own bulge, stroking it through his boxers. I moan out his name as I watch intently.

“D-daddy, please can’t I touch it? I’ll make you feel so good..”

“Mm, not yet, love. You sit and watch. You can play with yourself if you like,” he commands me while now stroking himself inside his underwear.

I reach in my shorts and start rubbing myself quickly. Luigi had turned me on so much, I couldn’t help it. “F-fuck, i’m a mess for you. Come on, you said I can have you now.”

I didn’t expect for myself to be the one whimpering and whining tonight. But Luigi sure had a way of making me do whatever the hell he wanted.

“Okay, baby, since you’re so impatient,” he smiled and bit his lip. I watch as he pulls his boxers down and reveals his dick. It was about 7 inches, pretty skinny, and well shaven. I moan at the sight of it, already imagining taking it all in me. I pull down my shorts and throw them on the floor.

“So eager.. so good for me..” Luigi’s cock twitches when I spread my legs and show him my hole. Wasting no time, he lines his dick up with my entrance, and spits on it for more lubricant.

“F-fuck,” I moan out, feeling his tip graze my skin, “please, daddy, let me have it.”

He slowly lowers himself, bringing his dick inside me. I moan again, even louder now.

He starts to move at a fast, steady pace. I couldn’t take it. I needed him to movie like he would never fuck again.

“Don’t get mad at me, okay daddy?”

“What for, love?”

I push him back so now he’s laying down and i’m on top. I ram myself down on his cock over and over, feeling it hit deep inside me.

“Fuck, how’s that?”

“M-mamma mia, ngh, that’s good, baby.”

I keep moving at a crazy pace, I watch as Luigi’s eyes roll back in his head. He grabs my waist and pulls me down each time I bounce.

“S-so good, i’m gonna cum, okay?” he announces over the sounds of wet smacking that are filling the room.

“Oh, me too. I wanna cum with daddy.”

I squeeze myself on his cock and ram myself down a few more times, orgasming on his cock. I let out a loud yelp and my eyes rolled back. I keep thrusting until Luigi comes too, deep inside me.

“T-that was so good..” I lift myself off his dick, “I’m sorry i kind of took over there. I hope you’re not upset with me.”

“I’m not upset, hon. That felt really good.” He throws himself on me and hugs me tight.

“D-do you wanna spend the night?” I ask as I lie back, letting him lay on my chest.

“Sure, i’d love to.”

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otthonzulles · 5 months

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MC Mack x Al Kapone - Run yo mouth ('My last underground tape' / 1997)

Igazi Memphis finomság. Beateket felismerem csomó phonkból, nem véletlen. És mindig jó elmerülni ezeknek a szövegében is. Az "M-11" egy géppisztoly-típus, a 211 meg a rablás rendőrségi kódja. Hol lennék urbandictionary nélkül honestly.

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca] Run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth For ya niggas, for ya niggas, for ya niggas with some anna Run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca] Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211 For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211 For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211 For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211 For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle

[Verse 1: Al Kapone] Loced out, smoked out, like the Triple Six clique My mind has turned lunatic, ain't barin' none of this bullshit So drop it off ya ass, before I turn to Cypress Hill "Insane in the Brain", so deadbeats I kill at will I told you mothafuckaz that the streets ain't nothin' but a death trap Now they wanna lock a young nigga on Poplar and Dunlap, but mothafuck that Got my gat, ready to spray, bitch my name ain't O.J Trail me to my house and I'mma blow ya ass away! Tryna treat a nigga like a hunted animal So anything goes, now watch a nigga get scandalous hoe Shoot you right between yo' eyes, execution style Then take yo blood, write my name on the wall, murderous Scarface Al Kapone, spell it with a "K", for "killa" Releasin' 400 years of oppression every time I squeeze the fuckin' trigger It's do or die, and I'm ready to go to war Just like Tony Montana, bitch, so what the fuck you waitin' for?

[Verse 2: M.C. Mack] Now it's the Mack up on this shit, I'm talkin' about you bustaz runnin' lip You poppin' game of lemon-lame, watermelons make me click You actin' like you down but when I come around yo' ass ain't down Run yo mouth just like a hoe, Mack don't even chief his dope With niggas like yo sissy-kind, bitch you ain't my fuckin' friend Nine bustas out of ten are dead, can't you comprehend? Hoppin' in the Jetta with them gold McLeans, with my thang On the seat, J-ass fools are starin' but they can't compete These niggas is flaugin' and fakin', they traitin' I told don't be havin' no feelings, just anotha leaf the Mack is rakin' North Memphis niggas, South Memphis niggas stay about our Honeycomb Cracka jack, watch yo back, trick we see you doin' wrong Hanging with us playaz, silly busta you'll get yo cranium cracked M.C. Mack is a pimpin' mack! Put that yalk thang to his back Brothers like the Macksta nigga always in the midst of a scandal Lay it down turn around, trick Mack got some you can handle

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca] Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211 For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211 For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211 For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211 For-for ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle

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mulletmitsuya · 2 years

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Toman groupchat ft.Haitani's

Warnings: suggestive, swearing, i made the Haitani's twins here (for plot reasons), also rindou x angry (if you don't like, don't read)

Angry: i'd like to add someone

Mikey: 🤔

Mikey: you don't have friends tho

Smiley: 🤨

Draken: we could make a seperate groupchat

Draken: i feel like people keep forgetting that this is a work related groupchat 😐

Angry: oh

Angry: it won't be for long

Angry: just to introduce you to them

Smiley: who????

Smiley: like Mikey said, you don't have friends

Hakkai: yeah Angry😕, me, Fuyu and Mitchy are basically your only friends

Baji: only Tora and I call him Fuyu, stop it rn I'll beat you ass

Hakkai: oh, sorry

Chifuyu: Baji-san :(

Mitsuya: Baji watch yourself lol, you didn't need to be rude

Baji: would you like if i just started calling you Taka-chan

Baji: ew that felt gross to say

Mitsuya: i would have politely asked you to stop, don't be an ass

Kazutora: bro that's basically his entire personality, c'mon now

Angry: we aren't friends

Angry: well we were, but we're kinda dating

Smiley: 🤨???????????

Smiley: ex fucking scuse me

Mikey: YUH GET IT SOUYA

Baji: cap

Angry: it's not🙁

Angry: i'll add him now

Draken: ....

Draken: no one listens to me

*Angry added ××× ××× ××× and ××× ××× ×××*

Mikey: that's 2 people

Mitsuya: this isn't a good idea

Angry: he doesn't really go anywhere without his brother so i added em both!

Angry: i'll give them names

Rindou: sup😎

Ran: what's this

Baji: 😦

Draken: ¿¡

Kazutora: UHM??????

Mikey: HELLO????

Mikey: ANGRY????

Smiley: 😁💢

Smiley: is this some kind of unfunny joke

Ran: why am i in a Toman groupchat???

Ran: Angry i don't care that you and my brother are friends, don't associate me in your weird little companionship

Hakkai: what the fuck is Ran Haitani doing here 😀

Angry: calm down guys

Mitsuya: what made you think this was a good idea Souya 🙃

Rindou: calm down guys i'm not here to cause problems, Angry just wanted to introduce me to his best pals. It's all chill 😎

Kazutora: if he uses the "cool guy" emoji one more time

Rindou: 😏🕶👌

Chifuyu: wtf

Mikey: ??????

Draken: are we gonna forget that they're in a rival gang??

Smiley: i don't get it

Smiley: didn't they break two of your limbs and give Hakkai a serious concussion

Angry: that happened like 3 years ago

Angry: we talked about it

Rindou: yeah everythings fine between me and babygirl so mind your business bro

Smiley: baby what now???

Smiley: nah you tryna start something

Ran: can i leave

Hakkai: your not welcome here

Ran: who even are you??

Hakkai: you don't need to know

Hakkai: what you do need to know

Hakkai: is that i'm absolutely gonna rock your shit when i get my hands your skinny ass

Mitsuya: 💀

Mikey: KSKSHKSKSKSGS

Baji: i didn't expect that from Hakkai💀

Rindou: i won't let someone disrespect my big bro like that

Rindou: step up fool

Hakkai: do you have brain damage

Hakkai: are you gonna do the splits through your phone???

Hakkai: 🤨

Hakkai: i'm soooo scared

Hakkai: you look like chicken little

Angry: bestie your embarrassing me 😟

Mikey: why's Hakkai so mad😭

Ran: i don't know what going on rn, or who most of you are, but i'm getting bored so i'm gonna leave 😊

Smiley: you're ugly

Ran: why are you lying?

Ran: are you angry because i'm more superior than you or are you just insecure about yourself?

Ran: the bright orange hair would make me insecure too

Ran: i understand Nahoya-chan, it's okay 😊

Rindou: tell em bro

Angry: stop fighting 🙁

Baji: lowkey

Baji: this is turning me on

Kazutora: right

Chifuyu: what the fuck guys???

Baji: two pairs of twins are fighting

Kazutora: it's hot

Smiley: i KNOW the mf who looks like pippi longstockings ain't talking about me

Smiley: Wednesday Addams looking ass

Smiley: Annabelle looking ass

Smiley: you're hairline is so far up your scalp it looks like you're balding

Smiley: your skin is so extremely pale you look like a walking corpse

Smiley: and why are you built like that???

Smiley: you get folded in every fight your in

Smiley: seriously i haven't seen you win a fight

Rindou: i wanted to be polite to you, since i'm fucking your little brother

Rindou: but we're obviously gonna have some problems

Rindou: time and place bro, we're gonna fight

Kazutora: this escalated very fast

Hakkai: beat they're asses Smiley

Draken: can't we have peace for one day

Draken: one goddamn fucking day

Draken: fuck you guys, honestly

Angry: i just wanted all of us to be friends :/

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luvfae · 2 years

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LITTLE STAR

PART SEVEN

summary: elliot's been watching you for a while, but he never dared to approach you. you were a good girl at heart and he didn’t think you'd want anything to do with him. all of that changes one friday night at a party, when both of your worlds collide.

fandom: euphoria

parings: elliot x f reader

warnings: swearing, jules, smut, oral (elliot receiving), choking

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Today was a huge, because you had just introduced Elliot to your parents. You were worried that they wouldn't approve of him because of his face tattoos. They were skeptical at first but he was good at playing it extremely sweet in front of them and in the end he was cracking jokes with them. Eventually Elliot bid his goodbye to you and your parents and went home. When he arrived home, his cousin was waiting for him on the couch.

"You got that blonde piece up in your room," she said, eyes glued on her phone. Elliot knitted his eyebrows and she glanced up at him. "Shit, I don't know her name, all I know is if my man had a skinny girl sitting up in his room who wasn't me, i'd beat his fucking ass," She said with a shrug. "I'm a girls girl Elliot, if I find out that you're cheating on that sweet boo your ugly ass managed to reel in, i'll beat you myself."

Elliot rolled his eyes. "Why would I cheat on her?" He asked.

"I don't fucking know, why to guys do anything they do?" She asked, screwing her face up at him. "You know me, i'm not tryna be all up in your business but you got something good with Y/N, don't fuck it up over a girl with a Kurt Cobain hair cut, you feel me?" She said, standing up and heading to her bedroom.

With a sigh Elliot headed to his bedroom. Jules was sitting on his bed hugging her legs to her body, sniffling softly.

"Yo, Jules," Elliot said. Jules looked up at him, wiping her nose. "You alright?"

"No," she said, looking down at her feet. "Me and Rue had a fight."

"About what?" He asked.

"I don't even remember, it just started with something small and spiralled out of control," Jules shrugged. "I just needed a friend."

"Not sure i'm the friend you should of gone too," Elliot said. Jules looked over at him with a frown as he rolled himself a blunt. "You can stay here if you really need, i'll sleep on the couch," Elliot shrugged, offering her a hit, which she gladly accepted.

"Thanks," she said, rubbing her arms. Elliot's phone buzzed and Jules watched as he pulled it from his pocket, smiling down at the bright screen. "What're you looking at?" Jules asked.

"Just a picture Y/N sent me," Elliot said, he moved closer to the blonde girl, showing her the cute selfie you had sent him. "How cute is she?"

Jules smiled. "Yeah, she's adorable," Jules said. "But you don't seem like the kinda guy who would want someone who's adorable, you know?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, switching his phone off after saving your selfie to his camera roll.

"I don't know, just still kinda in shock that you and Y/N are a thing," Jules shrugged. "Like i'm not her best friend but I know her enough to see how much of a good girl she is," Jules said.

"I like that about her," Elliot replied.

Jules laughed. "I bet she doesn't even put out and if she did it would be like vanilla as fuck," Jules said. Elliot screwed his face up at her, standing up from his bed, he grabbed his pillow, ready to head down to the couch.

"My sex life with Y/N is none of your business, Jules," Elliot said, grabbing his phone charger. Jules stood up, walking over to him with a smile.

"That just proves to me that it's fucking vanilla," Jules laughed, standing in front of him. Elliot looked down at her. "I won't tell you if don't," she shrugged, pressing a sudden and unexpected kiss against his lips. Elliot pushed her away from him.

"What the fuck?" He said, moving away from her. "Jules, nah. Rue is my friend and I know you might not believe it but i'm actually a loyal boyfriend. Not tryna fuck up what I have," Elliot said.

Jules frowned, her cheeks glowing red, she felt embarrassed. She really thought that he was into her and just playing it cool in front of you. Turns out she was wrong.

"Sorry to do this but you've got to go," Elliot said, putting his pillow and charger on his bed. "You come around here and cry to me about Rue, my best friend, disrespect my girl and then try to kiss me? You're crazy Jules, please get out of my house," Elliot said.

Jules grabbed her things, tears pricking her eyes. "Please don't tell Rue," she begged.

"I won't tell her but i'm not keeping this from Y/N," Elliot said. "I've watched too many movies, I know how this shit ends, i'm not about to lose her over your mistake." Jules sighed, leaving his house before she started crying in front of him.

It was the next day and Elliot was picking you up to take you to school, he was nervous because he had to tell you about what had happened last night with Jules. He didn't want to risk hiding it any longer and he wanted to tell you in person.

You got into his car, a smile on you face, giving him a gentle kiss before he drove off, heading towards school. Elliot's palms grew sweaty, he didn't know how you were going to react, but he had to tell you so he decided to just rip off the bandaid.

"Y/N, I'm about to tell you something that might freak you out," Elliot said. You looked over at him, concern behind your eyes. "Last night when I got home Jules was in my room, she was crying talking about how her and Rue had a fight and she didn't wanna be alone. I told her she could stay at mine if she really had no where else to go and I would sleep on the couch," He began, your blood boiling at the simple words, 'Jules was in my room.' "Anyway, she started like talking shit about you and our relationship and I got fed up and grabbed my shit to chill on the couch away from her and she must be really bad at reading vibes cus' she kissed me, but I pushed her away. I need to make that clear, I did not kiss her back."

You sat in silence, comprehending everything he had said. Elliot glanced from the road over to you with worried eyes, he couldn't read your expression and it was freaking him out.

"Say something," he said.

"Why wouldn't you kick her out the second you saw her in your room?" You asked. "I'm sorry but after seeing her try and kiss your cheek I knew she was a fake ass bitch, you shouldn't of even offered to let her stay."

"I wasn't just gunna kick her out, she's been my friend for months now," Elliot said.

"Okay, but clearly she doesn't respect you, or me, or our relationship or Rue, who is supposed to be your best friend," you said, glaring over at him.

"How am I the bad guy? She kissed me, not the other way around," Elliot said.

You scoffed. "I understand that, i'm just saying she disrespected me that day she tried to kiss your cheek. You should of been done with her then," you shrugged.

"She had nowhere to go, what was I supposed to do?" Elliot asked.

"Kick that bitch out. I don't care, not your problem. She has a home," you replied. "Personally I find it disrespectful that you offered her to sleep the night."

Elliot rolled his eyes. "You're being overdramatic, Y/N. I kicked her out after she kissed me."

"Wow, that's big of you, after the damage was already done," you said.

"You need to clean your fucking act up, fuck," Elliot said. You scoffed, keeping your eyes glued to your phone. He pulled over and you looked up, you weren't at school, he had just stopped in a random street on the way. He grabbed your chin, making you look at him. "I don't want this to effect us, Y/N. I'm sorry for not kicking her out sooner, but i'm just not that kind of person."

You sighed. "You're my boyfriend, not Jules' boyfriend. Why does she think she can be a homewrecker?" You said, shaking your head.

"I don't want her, I only want you," Elliot said, kissing your forehead. His hands moving to the back of your neck to pull you closer. The two of you made out for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry for being a bitch," you whispered against his lips.

"Why don't you show me how sorry you are by sucking my dick," Elliot said, lust in his eyes, a hand wrapped around your throat. You nodded, hands fumbling to unbutton his pants. "Better be quick, or we'll be late for English."

You pulled his pants and briefs down, leaning down closer to his hard cock. You didn't waste anytime, taking his entire length in your mouth, gagging as the tip hit the back of your throat over and over again. Elliot groaned, taking a hand full of your hair and guiding your head up and down, making you move faster.

"Fuck, Y/N," he breathed, looking down at you as you sucked the soul out of him. "You've never given me head this good before," he said.

You were still learning when it came to giving Elliot a blow job, but you had just found the solution to giving him mind blowing head. Pretend that Jules was watching. That's what you were doing right now. It didn't take long for him to finish, hot sticky liquid filling your mouth and you continued to suck him until he pushed you away. You swallowed hard, opening your mouth to prove it.

"I got fucking lucky with you," Elliot laughed, fixing his pants up and pulling back onto the road. "I don't know what you were doing but do that shit more often."

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queenofallimagines · 2 years

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The demon brothers reacting to black mc wash day

The way there are like four black characters in this game but not a single X black reader🤨 like I know you like making all your MC‘s pasty skinny insecure white girls but we don’t do that over here(Also can you notice I got side tracked with beel? Lmao)

Lucifer:

- okay so you may think he’s like thousands of years old so he knows everything about humans but he knows nothing

- He just assumes mammon let’s his hair do whatever

- Honestly thought he was buying all those hair products just to spend money smh

- So when he sees you walking by with a basket full of stuff he’s like??? Is it necessary

- “Hey Luci, mams is out so can you help me do my hair?”

- On the outside he’s all “ahah tiny human needs help”

- But we know he’s a big softy he’s trying not to cry bc that’s so domestic and intimate and he’s a sucker for that stuff

- Especially bc you made it clear(mainly asmo) that nobody could touch your hair without asking first

- “It would be my pleasure.”

- So he’s lowkey overwhelmed by the amount of stuff you have in the counter

- “You use all this???”

- “I got more in my bag”

- ????? Hello??

- But he’s a fast learner and gives great massages

- Got you falling asleep in the sink and he’s just starring at you with heart eyes

- “Next I defangle right?”

- “Yeah”

- Okay so please forgive him

- He’s used to trying-

- Keyword is try

- Ti helo mammon with his hair

- So he is snatching out the knots

- Like you thought your mom or auntie was bad?

- He’s pulling your head ALL the way back

- “LUCIFER”

- “Yeah?”

- Lmao you gotta use the pact to beat his ass

- “If you yank out another clump of my hair I will beat your ass.”

- Takes his time detangling now

- Mammon is laughing bc this why he don’t ask him for help no more

- “Yanked the shit outta your head didn’t he?”

- “BRO WHY IS HE SO ROUGH??”

- He had no idea how to braid so he will ask asmo how to braid your hair in secret

- He learns how to do cornrows pretty fast

- Will kiss your scalp when he thinks your sleeping too

- He loves how you smell

- He’s gon steal ya shea butter and blame it on asmo or mammon and he will lie straight through his teeth

- “I have shea butter already lucifer :/ you ain’t fooling nobody”

- Keeps a red silk bonnet on his room just for you

- Got silk pillowcases too

- He’s about a 6/10 on the scale bc he will give you the worst migraine if your life

Mammon:

- he’s literally black Lmao

- You can argue with ya moms idc he’s black and the devs know it too

- But he’s obviously the best at this

- My boy may have a silk press but you better believe when the humidity hits its back to 4c

- When he hears you complaining about how all your expensive hair products are back in the human realm he bust in with his loud ass

- “As your first man it’s obviously up to me to help u get that head together”

- Sir🤨 what you tryna say

- He’s super nervous bc he’s tender headed and only asmo and Lilith were allowed to touch his scalp

- “You can,,be a little rougher”

- He’s soft as hell lmao

- After wards will take you shopping for hair stuff

- He has like a whole drawer full of durags and bonnets

- “What color you want?”

- He’s the real plug lmao

- You and him be laughing at inside jokes the others can’t understand

- The black body language

- “👀🤨😘”

- “😌😙🥺”

- “What the fuck are y’all saying??”

- Bothering Satan!!

- Bro you can’t tell me he don’t look like any other white boy with a rich dad!!

- “I know he’s not wearing kakis”

- “It’s drip or drown and the water beating his ass”

- Anyway

- He will play prince

- Best wash day playlist on god

- Having Simon join in🥺🥺

- Maybe even helping diavolo not heat damage his hair🥰

- Y’all just have whole sleepovers

- Coordinating wash days so y’all can share products

- Group chat with hair inspo

- Macc daddy mc: okay but what if I pop out with these white locs?

- Mamoney: YOOO I GOT SOME LOC JEWELRY FOR THOSE

- angelfoodcake: I think they would look good in a bun

- Dia: slay!

- I’m sorry but he used aave bc he don’t know what it means like Lucifer is struggling bc he will say Random shit

- You I turn help with his hair

- He is super bougie with his product too

- “This is deep conditioner from the third layer of hell that contains the screams and tears of kkk members.”

- “…. Okay”

- Him and asmo do spa days shut up he’s a model he loves self care

- Right after wash day they do face masks

- Beaks combs

- Like his hair has a life of of its own you gotta ease into that mf bc you will start snapping metal combs

- Very chaotic but relaxing

Leviathan:

- lmao okay so this will be a struggle

- Like a first date with sweaty hands

- He probably buys a black hair salon simulator 😭😭

- Probably dry combs your hair

- Like he thought you were a demon for a sec when you whipped your head around

- “Boy I will rock your shit”

- “🥺🥺 okay”

- Might purposely mess up to have you snap on him at first he likes it when your sadistic

- But he will take it seriously when your a breath away from asking someone else for help

- He got them Gamer hands so he can section and part like a professional

- “Hand me the gel”

- Likes trying different hair styles out

- His favorite is a wash n go bc he likes seeing how it comes out differently every time

- Also you can wear your cute lil bedtime hat🥰

- He sleeps in a whole ass bathtub so he gets silk sheets and comforters and just piles em all in there

- Will wear a silk shirt to sleep bc he usually holds you when y’all slept together

- Will buy cute ruri-Chan clips to put in your hair

- Also devil horn clips that asmo bought you give him a heart attack every time

- Let’s you use his T-shirts as a towel

- Will bitch at you if you all asleep without wearing your bonnet

- “So you not wear the tsl bonnet got you for your birthday?”

- When he learns how to brain he could have half your head done in like 40 mins

- You already know he has all the slice of life anime with black main characters lined up for y’all to watch

- He’s trying his best and he is definitely succeeding

Satan:

- lmao okay so this one is funny

- Mr. Hit me or my father will sue

- He seems like he would get super frustrated and yank your hair out

- But I’ve men him personally and he wouldn’t never do that

- Before you even ask he’s read all the books he can and bothered mammon about it so he’s prepared

- He wouldn’t forgive himself if he hurt you anyway

- Prides himself on being better than Lucifer at something

- So when you offhandedly ask him to help with your hair he’s smiling so bright

- “Of course mc I’d love to”

- He’s already in his head trying to figure out which hairstylist

- Like he’s masters regular waves and finger waves

- He’s got this on lock

- He’s so gentle when he’s massaging your scalp

- “We should do a hot oil treatment,,,, just to be safe”

- Can’t be a lazy natural around him no sir

- He bothers you DAILY about your head and always got summ to say

- Like simmer down white boy worry about your cardigan 🙄

- “I can tell you ain’t oil your scalp last night”

- Boy if you don’t-

- Loves twist outs

- He can study your hair more that way

- Like what makes it not come out frizzy,how to make it pop

- Him and asmo are sifting through your hair products to make sure only the best ingredients are in there

- He’s your white knight too

- Anyone try to touch your hair demon or otherwise getting an elbow to the spinal cord no questions asked

- “Do you think your hair has high or low porosity?”

- He got your hair stats sitting in a notebook somewhere

- “High density with very fine strands.”

- Like he knows your hair more than you do

- Buys you a cat shower cap

- Also cat ears

- Cat anything you put on your head really he thinks they make you look cute

- “Mc! Do you want to listen to this audiobook with me? It’s about black hair throughout the decade.”

- Listening to natural hair horror stories on YouTube is a favorite past time

- Another one who loves the small of your products

- Will probably stand super close to you at all times to smell your hair

- “Smells like home”

- Like if he smells cocoa butter a mile away he knows your close by

- Go white boy go!

Asmodeus:

- Tbh he probably don’t know much about your hair

- Yeah he’s helped mams on occasions but that don’t mean y’all got the same hair texture or style

- Mams has like 4 a b and c all over

- You can too but I like to think his head a mess and he got different coils all over the place

- So he’s watching you like a hawk to see what products you be using

- Gets you even more expensive stuff

- “Do I need it tho?”

- “MC! This won’t be available for another century! Of course you need it!!”

- Loves doing puffs and pineapples

- Like he’s the master of doing edges

- So he lies it when he can see them clearly

- “My hard work🥰”

- Plenty of pictures

- # wash day!

- He probably got a long ass routine too so you guys do wash day together

- “You seen my African black soap?”

- “….. no”

- Steals your products too

- He wants to smell like a tropical garden too😡 you gotta share

- Buys you a silk durag that you wear in pictures

- Probably has bonnets that you can only wear in photos too

- His whole bed is silk sheets so don’t even worry

- He will be on your neck tho about your hair like Satan

- “ why is it so frizzy?? Did you not deep condition for 45 mins like I told you?”

- Says your stressing him out when you don’t deangle properly

- Lots of shopping trips

- Will match your outfits with your hair

- “Let me see what your hair looks like we got plans today”

- Favorite style is box braids and a fade

Beelzebub:

- baeby

- Like imma need y’all to stop thinking he’s stupid

- He’s a himbo but he knows about sex like his brother is the avatar of lust stop assuming he don’t know how to use the monster between his legs >:/

- Bc he knows how to EAT if anything else

- Anyway he will wash your hair in the shower

- His arms never get tired so he’s down to help you pull off a fly ass install

- Wig

- Some braids

- Locks

- Anything

- He is always ready and willing to help🥰

- Might eat your products tho

- “Where did my hair mayonnaise go??”

- “That wasn’t for my sandwich???”

- Lmao just get non scented stuff

- Probably gets horny bc you smell so good

- “I want to devour you”

- Go head then😳

- Soft dom but doesn’t know your limits so accidentally fucks you stupid

- Like he never realizes how hard he’s going or how feral he’s being

- So your brainless and drooling

- Tapped out like 5 orgasms ago

- And he’s like “you good?”

- Lmao he does kinda have an idea tho bc your choking on your own words begging him to slow down but he can’t get enough of your expression

- Wash day might as well be blow your back out day tbh

- Bc after you put your hair in that wrap it’s dinner time

- He’s gon make sure you are tired out

- Favorite hairstyle is those cute mini locs you get when your first licking your hair

- I think he likes short hair the most idk

- Let’s you use any of his shorts to dry your hair

- Will take off the shirt he’s wearing to let you dry your hair

- Will always have an umbrella ready in case it starts to rain

- Saw you upset bc it was storming and he bings an umbrella everywhere now

- Cute hair scarves

- Like he got you this cute marble orange scarf that you wear when you go on dates

Belphegor:

- This mf 😒

- I refuse to believe he’s the one that *spoiler for lesson 16*

- He’s literally so cute??? Like that’s a baby if I’ve ever seen one

- Dont let that cute face fool you tho

- He’s an menace

- Especially with hair

- Did you see that selfie he took?

- Yeah he’s a mess he don’t do mu with his hair but let it grow out

- Too tired to help you out with wash day but will hype you up

- Sleepily give you compliments and give cometary when asked

- “Try the other gel it might work better”

- “That Bantu knot of slightly bigger than the other one”

- will make sure your scarf stays safe all night

- 30 silk pillows

- “I stole this one from lucifer”

- Secretly refills your product when you’re running out

- The bottle was almost empty and now it’s completely full

- Will massage your scalp when washing your hair in the sink

- “This feels so domestic”

- He’s very soft about it

- Smiling the entire time

- Tells you you look cute to get you flustered

- Buys you cute hair accessories

- Like where did that cow hair pin come from?

- Definitely not him

- If your getting nasty he will ruin the whole mood to put your scarf on lmao

- “Ayo wait a min”

- Keeps one bonnet hidden in all his sleeping spots

- Just in case

- If your products got lavender in it he will fall asleep right next to your head

- “You smell so good I couldn’t resist mc”

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triplexdoublex · 2 years

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Lets Get Deep

Pairing: Colson x Reader

Warnings/tags: soft smut but brief mentions of other kinks such as choking, golden showers , spanking, anal sex, and foot fetish while playing a game. Open relationships and prior loosing virginity as a teen also briefly discussed.

A/N: This is an AU, Colson’s not famous in this, just your roommate. Some of his answers to the questions may seem familiar as I took direct quotes from old interviews for some. Also ignore the fact this was supposed to be a V-day fic.

“Let’s Get Deep?,” your roommate Colson questions, reading the name of the card game you placed on the coffee table. “What is this? Some kind of sex game?… If ya wanted some V-day dick, ya coulda just asked, ya know I’m always more than happy to supply it,” he smirks. You know it’s true, the two of you have hooked up on more than one occasion.

“I know, “ you laugh. “Just thought it would be something fun to do since we’re both single as fuck on this stupid holiday.”

“Whatever.. beats jerking it alone in my room I guess .. and who knows maybe it will even lead to something,” he winks at you.

“Maybe if you play your cards right,” you laugh at your pun.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” He teases.

“I do actually, thank you very much so —“ you immaturely stick your tongue out at him.

“Well, one thing’s for sure.. I don’t need a card game to tell me you’re a brat!” He says suggestively.

Your face flushes with warmth at his comment. “Anyways… I’ll ask first,” you quickly change the attention to the game. “We’ll start with an icebreaker question,” you lift a card from the corresponding pile “Lights on or lights off?”

“Lights on! I fucking hate it when girls ask me to turn the lights off, it’s the biggest turn off. It’s like, what — Why? What are you hiding? I’m tryna see this shit.”

“Hey, some of us feel less self conscious with the lights off.” You respond.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you got to be self-conscious about?” He looks you up and down,before moving on. “Okay, next question— What do you think matters more, length or girth?”

“Hmm?” You think about it for a second “I’ll probably have to go with length.”

“No need to choose with me, baby. You know I got the best of both worlds” He grabs his dick through his black skinny jeans.

“We know, you got a big dick!” You roll your eyes playfully before asking the next question. “Why would you say your last relationship ended?”

“Pfft, that’s easy. Cuz I cheated,” he answers nonchalantly. “I fucking suck at being monogamous” he reaches for a card. “Haha perfect follow up card” he states before reading outloud : “What are your thoughts on open-relationships?…. ‘Fuck yes!’ That’s my thoughts.”

“Yeah, well the question wasn’t for you, it was for me! You quip . “But .. I guess it depends on the situation. I’ve never been an open-relationship before, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” you answer before choosing another card. “If you could sleep with any Celebrity who would it be?”

“Uhhh…Eva Mendez? I’m just trying to think of someone who looks like they’d have a pink butthole.”

“A pink butthole? You laugh. Damn you already made me self conscious about my feet with your foot fetish I know you have , now I gotta worry about my butthole too?

“For the record—“ he quickly wets then bites his bottom lip “you ain’t got nothing to worry about,'' he says with a smirk.

“Well, good to know,” you blush.

“Alright, my turn to ask?” He grabs a card from the ‘deep’ pile this time. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?

“Fourteen.”

“Damn, we were some horny kids,” he laughs “I was thirteen when I lost mine.”

“What do you think about Anal sex?” You ask the next question.

“Oh I am 200,000 percent all about that!

“So that’s why you were looking at my butthole?” You joke. “By the way … all you had to do was ask, I love me a good anal fuck”

“Nah, for real!? Most girls be making me have to beg for it.”

“For real.”

“Ok at what point do we just forget this game and go smash cuz I’m not lie I’m hard as fuck right now!” He says adjusting himself.

“Patience,” you laugh. “Think of it as foreplay— anyways your turn to ask me something.

“Okay, Choking or spanking? Well I already know for sure it’s being spanked, you love when I smack your ass,” he smiles at you.

“Wrong.. I like both!”

“Okayy, okayy,” he chuckles, “I’ll remember that!” He taps a finger on his temple.

“Favorite position?” You ask next.

“Definitely doggy, when she arch her back while I’m hitting it — ooff!” he let out a puff of air. “I’m not even grabbing a card this time— same question: favorite position?”

“I’m gonna have to go with doggy too, either that or when the dude has me folded like laundry with my fucking ankles by my ears— love how deep they can get like that.”

“Alright, time to turn up the heat, I’m going for a “deeper” question this time.” You state,. “Are you into Golden Showers?”

He hesitates briefly not knowing if he should really be honest with this one “….yes— ok next question” he quickly snatches up a card and begins to ask the next question “ What’s one thing—“

“Oh nnnna no, you're not getting away with that answer that easily,” you chuff.“ So like you’re for real into that? Giving or receiving?”

“Giving,” He admits “but hell yeah, If you have the right person with the right connection that’s a crazy little experience.”

“All right.. interesting,” you nod, not put off by the idea.

“Ok fuck the card I was gonna ask, you can ask it!” he tosses it to you. “The way you seemed totally unfazed by my answer , I gotta know — What’s your thoughts on golden showers?”

“I mean, it’s not like a kink of mine or anything but I’m definitely a ‘don’t knock it until you try it’ type person,” you smile.

“Damn, okay” he returns the smile.

You flip over the card Colson tossed to you “What’s one thing you’ve never done sexually, that you’ve always wanted to try but have been too embarrassed or nervous to ask for?

“I plead the 5th”

“Colson!” You laugh, it’s just a game, not court,” you joke. “C’mon. What could be worse than what you’ve already admitted tonight?”

“It’s not bad it’s just embarrassing and stupid,” he says sounding defeated.

“What if I tell you mine first, then will you tell me?” You question.

“Fine, he says reluctantly. “But only cuz I wanna know how much of a freak you are,” he smirks.

“Jesus, I can’t even make myself say this outloud” you blush, grabbing your phone and tapping at the screen. ”Here just look at my pornhub search history,” you cover your face with one hand, handing him the phone with the other.

“Y/N!” He gasps in shock. “You’re a FREAK , freak!”

“Ok, gimme my phone back,” you laugh, plucking it out of his hands. “Now what’s yours?”

“It ain’t nothing like that!” He chuckles, “Nah for real it’s lame and corny, you don’t wanna hear about it.”

“Colson!” You warn. “After what I just showed you I’m into, you better tell me!” You punch him playfully in the arm.

“Ugh fine… I’ve never —I’ve never had sex all romantic and shit, you know like—making love,” he says the last two words soft and quickly but you can still make them out. “I just wanna experience that at least one in my lifetime, but girls just always be wanting me to pound their brains out and shit, and besides I’m not sure I even know how to do the whole romantic thing.”

“Aww, Colson..” your heart breaks for him.

“See I told you it was lame and corny,” he reiterates, looking away from you.

“ No it isn’t, you deserve that , everyone deserves to experience that.”

After a few more rounds of questions you excuse yourself saying “I’ll be right back.”

When you finally emerge from your bedroom door you're wearing your favorite cream-colored, silk nightie. “Hey Colson..” you call sweetly, his head snapping up to look at you. “You think you could help me with something?”

“I sure can!” He smirks. “What do you need help with, Angel, getting out of that pretty little lingerie?”

“You’ll see,” you smile disappearing back into the bedroom, with Colson close behind.

“Woah, what’s this all about?” He asks curiously as he takes in the atmosphere of the dimly, candle lit room; the glowing flicker of tiny flames dancing in the dark like fireflies on a summer night.

“I know you said you prefer the lights on, but trust me on this,” you say, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his soft lips, your hands slowly undoing his belt.

“What exactly am I trusting you with?” he smirks, reaching behind him to pull his shirt over head, the ambient glow of flames licking at his tattooed torso.

“The one thing you’ve always wanted to try.” You answer letting his pants fall and pool around his ankles.

“You’d do that for me?” He says sweetly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I’ve done worse for you,” your laughter buzzes against Colson’s lips as he shushes you with a kiss.

His lips never leave yours as the two of you fall back onto the bed— Colson on top, your bodies migrating up the mattress in a series of waves as you rut against eachother still semi-clothed.

“Mmmm, take these off,” you mumble into his mouth not wanting to stop kissing as you tug on the waistband of his boxers.

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiles with his forehead pressed to yours while he helps you remove them. Once off, he slides your silky nightie up your thighs exposing your core to him. “Fuck!..” he lets out a breathy gasp at the sight of you not wearing any panties.

“One less thing for you to have to take off.” You giggle..

He responds wordlessly with a low groan, dipping his head to kiss and suck at your neck. With his left hand he thumbs one strap of your nightie, sliding it off your shoulder while his mouth gently marks up your clavicle. His other hand finds its way between your thighs, working your clit in slow circular motions with the pads of his fingers.

“Cols—“ your chest heaves, your hips stirring in tempo with his touch.

When he feels he has you sufficiently slicked, he guides his tip to your entrance, teasing himself through your folds before pushing in, immediately setting his usual hurried pace.

“Colson— slow…slow,” you instruct him. “Let yourself feel and fully experience each stroke,” you reach out to his hips , subduing his rhythm. His eyes slip shut momentarily as he wills his brain to downshift gears, allowing himself a more relaxed pace. “Want you to look at me, too,” you add. “While us being physically connected is important , us being emotionally and mentally connected is too if you want the true experience.

He obliges; his usually cold glacier eyes capturing the duality of fire and ice; the hot flickering orange flame of candle light melting their icy blue nature. You can’t help but get lost in them as they thaw into a serene sunset on the ocean. But then uncharacteristically, Colson pulls his bottom lip between his teeth in a timid manner.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he blushes. “You just got me feeling like a virgin again — stomachs all full of butterflies ‘n shit,”

“That’s a good thing,” you state with a small laugh cradling his face with both hands before kissing him softly.

“Mmm, definitely a good thing,” he barely breaks the kiss to say. “Just not used to feeling like this, that’s all,” his words ghost across your lips between kisses.

You run your nails up and down his back in soft languid strokes in time with the gentle ebb and flow of his hips. Your mouths, only separate when necessary to breathe or speak; moans effortlessly and deliciously slipping down each other's throat like warm soup on a cold winter night.

Colson eventually pulls back to take a longer breather, “Fuck— so good. Mmmmmff” he tips his head toward the ceiling letting out a long, heavy exhale through his nostrils. “What did I do to deserve this?” He buries his face in your neck. “So good to me,” he says, tenderly kissing the column of flesh. “S’close, can I—?”

With your teeth sunk into your bottom lip— on the brink or orgasm yourself— you manage to nod “yes”. You know what he’s asking. He’s never finished in you before— on you yes: your stomach, your ass, your lower back, your face, you name it, but never in you. You didn’t want to ruin the romantic mood by making him pull out this time, and besides you’re on birth control.

“Uhhhh Cols!” Your legs begin to tremble around his hips as your own brewing orgasm begins to boil over.

“Y/N, ohh shit!” He cries out in pleasure as your walls pulse and contract around him triggering his own rush of ecstasy. Your bodies writhe in unison as you come down from your highs, eventually slowing until the only movement is from the quick and rapid intake of oxygen while you both catch your breath.

When you’ve both had a chance to collect yourselves, Colson pulls out and rolls to your side. “So I was thinking—about that open relationship?”

“I’d love to.” You smile, giving him yet another kiss.

“And the golden sh—“

“You’re pushing it!” You tease with a laugh. “One thing at a time.”

#machine gun kelly #colson baker #mgk #colson baker smut #machine gun kelly smut #mgk smut #colson baker fanfic #machine gun kelly fanfic #mgk fanfic #mgk x reader #colson baker x reader #machine gun kelly x reader

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moved2usagiiboo · 3 years

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Oh wow this is awesome! I freaking LOVE Tokyo revengers! And you're black too!

Culd u write more with black!reader and Mikey? I her they'd be so cute. More of my fave lazy dangerous man and his oral fixation! F*cking LOVE HIM!

Black!Reader x Mikey

OMG PLS @delightfulmakertidalwave, BBY YOU'RE SO SEGGSY FOR REQUESTING THIS #BLACKGIRLMAGIC

I hope this is what you were looking for!

Can I just say that I bark everytime I see this man? Anyways minors dni or your mom's a hoe 😢🤡

ミ❤️ Mikey + black woman = eternal happiness. He's so happy to have caught someone like you, he worships the ground you walk on. You're his goddess, he can't help but adore you.

ミ❤️ He brags about you all the time, just your smile makes his heart clench. Honestly, he loves everything about you, the way the sun highlights your skin. Your lashes that touch the sky, the golden highlights, your lips that are naturally plump and pouty. Your kinky, puffy hair.

ミ❤️ Oh lord, he loves your hair. He begs to watch you do your hair all the time, he even offers to help. He evens saves up his money to pay for your next hair appointment, only if he gets to pick the next style.

ミ❤️ He seems like the type to love curly pigtails or goddess locs, it does upset him a little that he can't play with your hair, but seeing you all done up like a doll, his heart might explode.

ミ❤️ He also loves your afro! He loves messing with your fro, asking how you got it in that shape, what products you use, how long did it take to style it. Why are you so pretty?

ミ❤️ He forces you to do his hair, Draken is grateful that someone else can deal with Mikey on a daily rather than it all falling on him, needless to say, Draken loves you.

ミ❤️ Wash day always lasts a couple of days, after washing and styling your hair you work on Mikey's. Mikey's hair is always matted for some reason, like always? it's like he doesn't brush his hair at all...

ミ❤️ He also doesn't sit still so he receives pops to his head with the comb.

"Y/n-chann~ that hurt"

"Stop moving ya' damn head then."

ミ❤️ Whines a lot. It's like doing a child's hair. So, you have to get creative.

ミ❤️ You'll give him snacks while he sits on the floor in between your spread legs. He likes lifting your bare legs up, putting them on his shoulders and locking them by the ankles. You part his hair, applying his favorite your leave in conditioner while gently detangling his hair.

ミ❤️ Like said before in the previous Mikey headcannon, he has a huge oral fixation, the entire time he's kissing and sucking on your bare leg. Biting the fleshy meat of your thighs, he loves leaving bite marks. It's a way of claiming you.

"Stop it— tryna do your hair here.."

"Can't help it bunny, you're addicting."

ミ❤️ He makes sure that whenever you're alone you never have any pants on so he can see his marks he made previously.

ミ❤️ After you finish his hair he litters your body and face with kisses thanking you for being such an angel. He mutters against your neck about a reward, knowing damn well it's for his own guilty pleasure.

ミ❤️ He starts leaving marks on your entire body, anywhere and everywhere he can get his mouth on.

ミ❤️ Majority of the time it's on your succulent breasts, he loves them.

ミ❤️ He also loves gripping your ass, please sit on his lap, chest, back, he loves feeling your plush cheeks on top of him.

ミ❤️ Doesn't care if you're plus size, skinny, slim thick, put that ass on him ✊🏿

ミ❤️ BTW, you smell like really good and he loves that.

ミ❤️ Mikey asked why you always smelt so nice, you decided to share your secrets and took him to bath and body works to use a gift card you got for your birthday, since then he got hooked.

ミ❤️ That same day you introduced him to Shea butter, fuck he loves it.

ミ❤️ He always goes out to bath and body works before bath time. He loves colorful bath bombs, he makes sure to get a different bath bomb each time, it's like he's collecting them.

ミ❤️ Oh god, he loves the shower gels and the body lotions. Anything that smells like sweet, he picks.

ミ❤️ He seems like the type to love sugar pancakes or the blueberry scent?

ミ❤️ When you guys take baths together he always has some sort of toy in there. A rubber ducky or something along those lines.

ミ❤️ You're behind him caressing him massaging his scalp, he lays in-between the crack of your breasts while he relaxes, taking about random things that come to mind while you hum a response.

ミ❤️ He'll turn around, shifting the water in the tub, some of the water falling out hitting the ground.

ミ❤️ He'll massage and kiss all over your neck and breast, sucking on them like milk will come out. Don't stop caressing his scalp, it feels so good.

ミ❤️ You'll be in that tub forever if he had it his way, never leaving your breasts out of his mouth for too long. Only to mutter soft praises and "I love you"

ミ❤️ It's his job to cover your body in shea butter and lotion.

ミ❤️ You never agreed to this 🙄

ミ❤️ He loves feeling the jiggle of your skin underneath his hands. Spends too much time moisturizering your ass 😕

ミ❤️ He'll stand behind you kissing your shoulder, he's just a needy baby. Putting the product on his hands, rubbing them together to produce a little heat as well as spreading the protect out before lathering your body.

ミ❤️ He's marveled at the way the lotion feels on your breasts. He pinches and pulls your nipples earning a soft slap on his hands.

ミ❤️ You kicked him out of the bathroom and finished the rest by yourself

ミ❤️ He cried

ミ❤️ You do his skin care before heading to bed. Always cuddling, hes small spoon most of the time. He loves to be babied.

ミ❤️ He sleeping in-between your breasts with his legs wrapped around yours.

ミ❤️ You wake up with his head in your shirt and like 10 new hickeys you didn't have before....

ミ❤️ Now this might be just me but I think Mikey likes having you suck on his fingers or he sucks on yours?

ミ❤️ I just think he gets a rush off of it, it's something so innocent that can be taken sexual, he loves it.

ミ❤️ He also loves when you mark him like he does to you, he'll take off his shirt and let you go to town. Your plush lips, all glossy from the lip gloss that coated the brown lip liner you put on earlier. You'll kiss up his happy trail leaving kiss marks and bites in his waist, sucking his toned body.

ミ❤️ He'll rub your breast or suck on your finger while you work.

ミ❤️ You'll make it up to his pecs(pls that's a weird word) and start sucking on them as well, you bite on his nipple with your canines earning a soft groan from his lips.

ミ❤️ For sure has sensitive nipples, idgaf.

ミ❤️ You'll mark up his neck leaving shiny brown kiss marks all over his body.

ミ❤️ He loves seeing you like this, you practically have heart eyes when you look up at him. Your lip liner and gloss smudged, a line of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth.

ミ❤️ It's absolutely adorable.

ミ❤️ Back to being wholesome 😕

ミ❤️ Mikey makes it his mission to learn about your culture and upbringing, teach him everything.

ミ❤️ Brotha woke ✌️

ミ❤️ He'll beat anybody's ass if they even mutter something about you. Doesn't matter the age, come catch this fade.

ミ❤️ He's so overprotective of you, it's crazy. It's just because he loves you so much, he wants to be the best boyfriend he can be for you.

#First ask #squealing atm #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey headcanon #manjiro sano x reader #tokyo rev #Mikey x reader headcannons #MizuAnswers #mikey x black!reader #tokyo revengers x black!reader

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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Hello ❤ could I please have what a man gotta do (Jonas Bro's 😎) for Chibs please 😘

What’s A Man Gotta Do

Chibs Telford x Reader

Cut my heart about one, two times Don't need to question the reason, I'm yours. I'm yours I'd move the Earth or lose a fight just to see you smile. 'Cause you got no flaws, no flaws. I'm not tryin' to be your part-time lover. Sign me up for that full-time, I'm yours. All yours

Chibs watched from the opposite side of the room, fiddling with the lighter that was in his hand. The sound of your laugh was music to his ears but for some reason he couldn’t get his words out when he spoke to you. Every time he would freeze and make some stupid comment rather than telling you how he felt.

In his eyes you were perfect and nothing you did or said could change his mind.

You weren’t like the girls that hung around the clubhouse, you weren’t afraid to get your hands dirty and help out on runs. Whilst all the other girls hardly wore any clothes you were always seen in ripped skinny jeans, hoodie and your timberlands and your hair tied back. And to Chibs that’s what he wanted.

But because you were so perfect he didn’t know how to approach you.

So, what a man gotta do? What a man gotta do? To be totally locked up by you What a man gotta say? What a man gotta pray? To be your last "Good night" and your first "Good day"

Leaning against the bar, you brought the bear bottle up to your lips as yet another member of another charter of the Sons tried to chat you up.

To him it looked like you were listening when in reality you were zoned out thinking about one man. A man that never seemed to give you the time of day.

“So what a man got to do sweetheart?” This guy whispered , running his fingers over your hand.

“How about fuck off,” you scoffed, pulling your hand away, one it was extremely cheesy that he used the line of the song that was playing as a chat up line and two he had no chance.

You ain't tryna be wasting time. On stupid people in cheap lines, I'm sure. So I'd give a million dollars just for you to grab me by the collar

Letting the music wash over you, you took a deep breath and a large gulp of vodka straight from the bottle. It was now or never. And if you got rejected, so be it.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand you pushed yourself off the bar, barging through the crowed until you stood face to face to the person that seemed to have taken control of your heart.

Without saying anything you grabbed the side of his kutte, slamming your lips against his, tasting the whiskey on his lips as you kissed him deeply.

You only wanted to test the water so after a few minutes you pulled away, winking at him before you sauntered off outside with Chibs hot on your trail.

#rebels 2k #Chibs Telford #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford imagine #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy imagine

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milks-writings · 3 years

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ｡⋆♡° ✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ｡⋆♡° ✫

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ PAIRING: Atsumu Miya x Male!Reader

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ WARNINGS: mention of stabbing, Hurt buT LOTS OF CUDDLES AND COMFORT AFTERWARD, mention of death (meaning of the red anemone)

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ REQUEST: all right so.. atsumu ⭐️ can you please write m!reader and him being teammates and reader being a big friend of osamu. he knows that reader is gay and in love with his brother, so he always like.. quietly supports him and takes care of him, helping with reader’s crush on his chaotic brother :D so imagine a training camp mhm, the team spends all the time together and reader has all this *gay panic* since atsumu is always there, near him (i also just can tell atsumu is damn handsy person) atsumu is mocking reader (in a loving way of course, cuz he crushes over a sweet boy himself) since reader is that shy and cute, but he doesn’t understand his words hurt him because reader is too sensitive to his words and actually thinks that atsumu is making fun of him. so just one day without any intense atsumu makes reader cry with his mocking and like.. he has no idea what to do and he’s like “eey.. wait.. wait! samu! he’s crying! what should i do?!” :0 please gimme some hurt/comfort 🤍

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ A/N: OMG YES ATSUMU REQUEST HASHDFHIXOANSDF THANKS SO MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN--

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Masterlist

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Scenario: After one loss would always follow one win

Shuffling over the court and leaving some squeaking noises behind was almost a calming sound that came to your ears, echoing through the big volleyball court. Between the two sides, of your teams side and the other teams side was only a net that divided the thick air. There would be always one team at least one point ahead, and depending on who it was, the air seemed to be bearable or rather toxic and suffocating.

It was only a training camp, yet the feelings were fatal. Each point would cause the opposite team to get panic, to fill up with the anxious feeling that screams ‘Just one point’

No one would give up so easily. No one wanted to give up so easily. It was just a training camp, yet it felt like their life depended on this whole game. Each point felt like the string was about to just cut into a half, but no one knew who would get the longer string since the scissors were wandering on the string, waiting for some random moment to finally break the nervous atmosphere and end this whole game that drove everyone insane. The heavy breaths filled the court with some kind of beat, since at this point everyone just wanted to rest, yet no one was ready to give up already. Until the last bit of power would they fight.

For a brief moment, you thought, only a brief second, Atsumu would look back at you. The tiring game must’ve made you delusional. It was quite some while since you guys played against such a great team, also known as Itachiyama. Osamu had told you quite often that Atsumu never really labelled himself with a sexuality, giving you at least some rising hope. Honestly, your crush towards him felt like trying to take care of an almost dead flower. And not just one flower, it was the well known red anemone that symbolizes death or the act of forsaken love. For some reason, it never wanted to open up. The petals stayed up, risen to the sky and not showing the truth behind the facade of the red petals. The secret was just laying on the stigma of the flower, waiting to get opened like a present and to outshine everyone's appearances. But as long as the flower wouldn’t open, the love felt one sided.

The last point felt like a long moment of silence. It wasn’t a real game, yet it was laying heavily on your shoulders. Your team lost. Kita would be disappointed, but you just knew that he wouldn’t scold you. As a Libero it was literally your duty to keep the ball over the floor. Even if it was one centimetre, one finger between the ball and the floor, anything could be done to win this god damn game. For a moment, your mind tricked you into thinking that this was an actual game, but seeing the others just walking off with the words “thanks for the training game.”

Osamu already had taken place beside you with two bottles of water, passing you one of the ones he held while just letting out a small sigh. “That was intense” He admitted, and if he said such a thing he really meant it. He was fucking right. This game was intense.

The water slowly went down your throat, giving you a cool down and filling your senses with some refreshing thoughts, among with the thought of Atsumu.

That’s right, the boy you have a crush on, the boy who is the twin of one of your closest friends, Osamu Miya. It was like your thoughts had to manifest the boy that filled your mind with worries but also with dreams you never thought would come true. “Hey!” The setters hand landed on your shoulder, making your cheeks heat up and leaving a pinkish blush on them, almost like it was naturally after a hard game. But sadly the blush didn’t blend in, it rather made your red exhausted face ever worse. You could swear, for a moment the wind hit the anemone, almost opening the flowers with the sweet sound of the wind blowing but somehow the windflower stayed closed, not letting you enter yet.

“Ya wanna grab some food with me and ‘Samu?” Atsumu asked you, making you slowly nod in agreement.

It has been a curse or a blessing that Atsumu always suggested you three to hang out. Being around those Twins was like walking on a thin rope, over the water with shaky feet. You could never know what would happen, if the rope would just tear apart or if you would fall into the water out of balance and if anyone would safe you. “I didn’t even agree, jerk!” Osamu huffed out at Atsumu’s statement. And there they went again. Barking at each other like two mad dogs, yet they didn’t rip their heads off since they still loved each other as siblings. Osamu soon snapped out of it though, and gave you all his attention again. “Ya want onigiri?” His eyebrow raised in sync with his words, like the words were pulling it slowly up and the question mark set an end to the pulling, but instead tilted his head to the side. With slowly moving your head up and down as a nod, you answered his question. It was the first day of the training camp so the left overs from the drive to the training camp were still good and it would’ve been a pity to let them get bad. “Yer just tryna to get him fat!” Atsumu snapped at Osamu, somewhat sounding mad for something. You weren’t sure if Atsumu preferred skinny people -- or if he was trying to make sure that Osamu wouldn’t feed you too much so you could still eat together. Nevertheless, you didn’t take it personally, yet. Just brushed it off and moved on, thinking that nothing too bad could happen with ignoring that. “No I am not! Back off pisshair!” Osamu complained with a hiss. Sometimes he could only wonder how you could fall in love with such an idiot like him. “Let’s grab some food” You finally broke the heavy and almost hatred atmosphere that was among you three thanks to the twins. No one could blame them though. It was just a typical conversation between two siblings.

A small wind seemed to have blown over the flower when you three were sitting in the small cafeteria and chatted. The anemone was about to open, to show it’s real colour, but you got hit with the train of disappointment as soon as Atsumu let his guards down again and begun to mock you. “Yer aren’t in yer top form today huh?” Atsumu smirk only grew with the last words, beginning to push you into the corner of just a breakdown. “Not really” You honestly admitted. It always had been him mocking you, him pushing you off your edge emotionally. With pressing your lips together you hoped to swallow the slightly painful comment down your throat, but nothing seemed to help. “Yer gotta be more self confident!” Atsumu implied, almost complained about you. He wanted to help you. For the three people on the table, Osamu, Atsumu and you it was very clear that Atsumu cared about you, but the way he would say things would be sometimes sharp, like a stab in your heart. But in reality he would be patting your head and stabbing your negative feelings instead of you. “Listen, it’s not easy you know” Your voice laid hoarse in the room, creating a short yet uncomfortable silence. Just when Osamu was about to butt in, Atsumu had taken advantage of the situation. “What if yer-” Just as Atsumu was about to continue his sentence, the tears that you had swallowed down along with the rice balls had just came up, running down your cheeks. The mocking sometimes got overwhelming to you. All you wanted were sweet words, but all you got was sweet mocks. Of course, it was probably his way to tell you that he liked you… or not. “No no pretty boy don’t ya cry!” Atsumu’s voice was filled with worries and confusion, immediately jumping up and sitting besides you. Osamu, who sat on the other side of you, just let Atsumu be. He should take care of you. He was the one who thought that mocking was a way for flirting and a way of showing someone his love. “Osamu what should I do?” he asked confused, but his twin just carelessly kept eating the Onigiri, like you two had been ghosts.

The tears that had been just streaming down your cheeks were like a soft, yet meaningful wind that had blown over the red windflower. With the soft wind blow, the dead petals fell down onto the ground, and the flower opened like a present, showing of its beautiful colourful petals. They were glowing under the rain, almost like the sun kept on shining behind the clouds. If a human eye would get to see the bright presence of the flower, they could forget for a second about the rain that was pouring down. And if someone, who saw the flower opening up and showing their beauty, would see that it was actually a white anemone, just waiting to show their sincerity.

“Hey hey hey- I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Atsumu said while getting a hold of your hands, “I really like you, you know and I tried to flirt with you” It was like he begun to rant his heart out, not trying to find an excuse to hurt you, but to explain the situation to you. To make you understand better, to cheer you a little up. “Let’s uh… Let’s get some food, huh? Or a warm tea?” Atsumu offered, not letting you talk until now. The tears that had been streaming down your face became less and less after seeing the not red, but actually white anemone in his eyes. The rain stopped.

“You… you do like me?” Your voice was dipped in some spark of hope, and also sealed with some confusion.

“Do ya want tea?” “Atsumu do you really like me or did you use it to cheer me up?” “I am not sure,” “You have to give me an honest answer. Yes or no.” With a sigh the boy finally gave in. It was useless to fight with you now. “Yeah kinda like ya” a small pout formed on his lips, seeming to be rather a little embarrassed than pleased by saying that.

“I like you too” There was nothing to save or to destroy now. You had been at your end, emotionally, and Atsumu also just opened up like a book, letting you read whatever had been written deep down in his feelings and mind. “Yer want cuddles?”

That question took you off guard.

Cuddles was the last thing you would expect him to ask you, but could you say no?

With a small sob that had been still saved from the crying just a few minutes ago your head slowly motioned to a yes, making his goofy smile grow. “Good thing we share a room!” He cheered, ruffling your hair.

After that sentence you can guess what happened.

Lots of loving cuddles and hugs were exchanged this night.

After one loss would always follow one win.

«𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞»

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