#bimbo eruptions

[understandingbimbos]

Esquire Magazine, January 1988. Featuring actress Beverly D'Angelo as Jessica Hahn, Fawn Hall, Tammy Faye Bakker, and Donna Rice.

Did my best to recreate/restore the "Free! Special Commemorative Bimbo Poster" found inside.

It's victim blame-y and mean spirited as hell but, as far I can tell, the basis for our modern conception of what a "bimbo" is. While the word was used to refer to promiscuous but dim-witted women as far back as 1920, it didn't see a resurgence and enter popular lexicon until the late 80s and early 90s, being used to demean and degrade the women caught in cheating and sexual misconduct scandals with politicians and other prominent "leaders" fronting an upstanding image. These women were largely young, naive, and evocative of the fashion sense of their times -- that's to say, it was impossible for the public to take them seriously. Regular young women with big hair, regular aspirations, and regular interests were suddenly thrust into the spotlight of a political world they were unprepared for -- and because of that, they were reduced to nothing but unintelligent sex by the press. It didn't help of course that sometime these scandals would buoy these young women to brief careers in entertainment or give them access, allowing them to profit off their notoriety.

I think, until this time the image and aesthetic of the bimbo had never been fully solidified. It had always been used to insultingly refer to a woman as, essentially, dumb and loose. But I believe it probably wasn't until the late 80s and early 90s that the aspect of "looking dumb" came into play too. An assumption of stupidity fostered by excessive femininity, youth, and, well, misogyny. I believe this is part of where the idea of a bimbo looking fake stems from. Part of the reason why these women weren't taken seriously was because of their makeup, dress, and most likely -- bodies as well. Not to mention the plastic surgery boom of the 90s which happened somewhat concurrently leading to a lot of women looking ridiculous, ie, "dumb".

There's also since been heavy and almost immediate conflation with the dumb blonde trope, which existed centuries before any and all political "bimbo eruptions". What people fail to realize is that the dumb blonde trope is mostly one of innocence and naivete. It's not inherently sexual nature while bimbos are always sexual. The reason so many dumb blondes characters are portrayed as sexy women is incidental. Blondes have been seen as especially special, and sexy, for a long time just as the dumb blonde trope has existed for a long time combining the two is a... ugh, no-brainer. But you'll be hard-pressed to find many of those sexy dumb blonde characters that are actually slutty or even express significant sexual interest rather than be portrayed as an innocent.

[gigi-loveless]

thank you @alternativess for the inspo 🎀𓂃 ࣪˖

reqs are open!!

summary: bimbo!reader x abby. abby starts play fighting with you and discovers you enjoy being restrained.

warnings: nsfw under the cut, use of consensual physical restraint in a sexual situation, my first abby fic!!

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“a-abs! stop-stop-stop!” the incessant tickling from your girlfriends sturdy, strong arms was taunting you. trying your best to fight back, you slap her arm sheepishly.

“oh, that’s how you wanna do this, huh?” she smirks playfully, throwing her braid off her shoulder and lunging into you, beginning to play wrestle.

you couldn’t lie, the wet spot in your frilly pink panties was growing increasingly hard to ignore, especially if her muscles kept flexing so tauntingly close to your doe-ish eyes….

regardless! you do your best to fight back just to please her, because you two both know you don’t stand a chance, and she thinks it’s adorable. when you playfully go to bite her bicep, her fighting instincts kick in….

and her beefy, swollen arm has you in an unyielding headlock.

fuck.

the pornographic whimper that erupted from you caused abby to loosen her grip, taking your jaw in her calloused fingers and guiding you up towards her sweat glistened face.

“got something you wanna tell me?”

you begin to shake your head no, but abby interrupts-

“if i take off those panties am i gonna find my girl wet?”

my girl.

well, if you weren’t wet already, she was definitely going to find you soaked now.

with one quick movement, she has you laid down on your back, your underwear in one hand, and another sliding into your folds. your mind goes completely blank, well, more than it already was, only craving abby’s vicious touch.

“oh…sweet girl….tell me. was it that headlock? don’t. lie.”

the desperate moans that are bubbling from your plump pink lips would be fucking embarrassing if you weren’t already so drunk on her touch, your hips hopelessly rutting into her resistant fingers.

“words, angel.”

“y-ye-y….yes!! yes abs!!”

the menacing chuckle she exhaled was enough to make you buckle, but you knew better. had to keep your eyes on abby.

“does my girl get off on being hurt? bein’ restrained?”

“m-mm-mhm!”

“remember our safe word?” she goes soft for a moment, and you nod in agreement. as soon as she gets confirmation, this girl just starts manhandling the fuck out of you. fingerprint shaped marks decorate your hips and ribs as she positions you in the headlock once again, her bicep throbbing against your ear.

“gonna make you cum, yeah baby? no tricks this time, swear. jus’cum fr’me angel….” she cooes, as her previously mocking fingers finally…finally….fill you up completely.

“abs!! a-abs!!!”

“does my girl love my muscles? hgnh- loves how my arms are bigger than her stupid slutty brain?”

“y-yes….ys’ abs! always!”

the pace she’s drilling into you at is relentless, slick drooling down her knuckles and your pillowy thighs. your cushiony walls are throbbing around her thick fingers, only persuading her to go harder, to tighten the death grip on your neck, little veins popping out.

“g-gna’-“ you moan nearly pathetically, abby immediately understanding before you even opened your mouth, because of course she does. this girl knows your body better than anyone, the patterned pulses of your pretty pussy swallowing up her fingers signaling your orgasm.

“go ahead, sweetheart. cum fr’ me.”

your vision nearly goes black as the grip around your neck tightens, and her fingers curl up into you. everything is fuzzy for a few moments, but abby’s comforting touch soothes your senses, effortlessly picking you up and tenderly placing you in her lap.

“come on, baby. gonna draw a bath for you, yeah?”

god, you love abby anderson.

[vngelicc]

𓆩♡𓆪 “you don’t have to admit you wanna play, just let me rock you till the break of day,” – jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — simping at its finest, blowjobs, cum-swallowing, degradation, dumbification, jk is mean but also a praise fanatic, oc is a cute puppy who eats it all up, objectification(?) pretty sure bc jk just has unholy thoughts about oc, oc is THEE it girl, dirty talking, messy lil make-outs, thank you kiss on the tip LOL, PET NAME GALORE, oc is a nice lil bimbo everyone loves ❤️ even jk’s friends luv her

Jungkook listened to whatever the hell Jennie was explaining to him, in truth he stopped paying attention like five minutes ago. He sat there like a fried vegetable just zoning out and nodding mindlessly whenever Jennie looked at him and asked if he agreed etc. He didn’t want to be rude to Jennie but any more of this and he’d go insane he fears.

“So for the powerpoint I was thinking we should..” Jennie’s voice slowly fades out as the sound of the front door opening catches Jungkook’s eye/attention. Holy shit he doesn’t believe what he’s witnessing. He doesn’t realize he’s staring hardcore at Jennie’s poor unsuspecting roommate.

He instantly recognizes you as the girl he sees his team/friends go crazy over. You were quite the talk of the campus—cute, slutty, bimbo-like, these were some of the most common things said. If Jungkook had to admit, you were pretty cute and he’s only ever really seen you casually here and there. He finds himself licking his lips slowly and sitting up while clearing his throat.

“Hi Jennie, hi Jennie’s friend.” You sweetly say while waving at Jungkook politely. He gets an eyeful of tits and soft tummy as you pass by.

You’re wearing this soft pink tracksuit and white baby tee crop top which hugs your pretty little tits just nicely. Don’t even get him started about your backside which is enough in itself to bring a tear to his eye. Jungkook doesn’t realize he’s overdoing it with his staring until Jennie clears her throat pretty loudly.

“Ahem.” She glares at him, “As I was saying,” she shoves her laptop in Jungkook’s face.

He doesn’t see more of you because you end up heading down the hall to your room after saying “bye-bye” to both him and Jennie. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He grunts in annoyance.

“Not my roommate Jeon, you can go about fucking anything that fucking walks and has a hole between their legs but you leave y/n out of your lechery. Got it?” She hisses, “I can see the gears working in that stupid head of yours, so I’m warning you. Now help me with this powerpoint asshole, I’m not doing all the work.”

Jungkook internally groans—overprotective roommate, greaaat.

Whole time he works on the project his mind is filled with obscene thoughts and nasty little daydreams he comes up with just thinking about you. Jungkook’s had his fair share of hook-ups but none have ever truly made him go this crazy before. He’s fucking FIENDING for it, would be on his damn knees begging for you to crush his head with your soft thighs if he could.

Too bad Jennie said you were off-limits though. Unless..

Much to Jungkook’s dismay he doesn’t see you for the remainder of the time he’s there. He does see you more often around campus though, whether it’s you hopping out of your very pink car or you running about all over campus with a pink drink in your hands. He can’t get enough of you, and it’s fucking obvious to his friends who make fun of him for it.

“y/n, Kook? Really?” Yugyeom snorts, “Only in your fucking dreams will you ever hit that, your little guy down there probably wouldn’t even know what to do with all that ass.” Laughter all around them erupts as Yugyeom smugly smirks, happy with himself.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “You’re so fucking stupid,” more laughing, “honestly, if anyone has more chances it’s me, you’re all either losers AND she’s never bat an eye at you. I don’t see any action from any of you either, all talk and shit.” He mutters while taking a drag from the blunt they were all passing around.

“Not true! y/n is a nice girl Jungkook.” Jimin snorts, “Watch,” he turns around and looks over the area for you, “hey y/n!” He yells while waving his arms. They all wait patiently for your reaction, low and behold you just end up proving Jimin correct.

You look confused at first until you smile brightly, “Hi,” you wave back while walking over, “what are you guys up to?” You tilt your head, lips pursed in a adorable little pout.

“Smoking.” Yugyeom replies curtly, “Want some?” He holds the blunt out to you.

Jungkook doesn’t know why but that shit irks the fuck out of him, he shoots his friend a glare and fans the smoke out of your direction before it can hit you. You smell like chai mixed with pumpkin, and he definitely does NOT want to ruin your pretty smell.

“No thank you,” you politely reply and then turn to look at Jimin again, “ ‘m a little sad though, because this morning I tried to make waffles but I didn’t know you had to actually pull the lever down and I didn’t get to eat my waffles.” You sigh wistfully, “See?” You hold out the raw and cold waffles wrapped up in a napkin, “And I don’t like it,” you shake your head, “you’re my friend right Jiminie? Can you buy me some waffles from the cafe pretty please?” You whine.

Jimin turns a little red at the nickname and nods, “Here,” he holds out a couple of bills, more than enough.

The other guys scramble for their wallets, “I’m your friend too right y/n?” They say while holding out their own money to you. Jungkook just stands there slack-jawed, he has never seen his own friends this fucking down-bad before. Oh, but they wanted to laugh at him for simping after you? Funny how the tables have turned.

“Reallyyyy?” You breathily giggle while accepting the money, “Thank you!” You kiss Jimin on the cheek before skipping away with literally breakfast, lunch, and dinner money.

“But I’M the fuckin’ simp? Yeah, totally.” Jungkook scoffs while shaking his head.

Jungkook starts making up an excuse to talk to you from then on. He doesn’t have to do much because you do all the talking for him, he just stands there listening to you ramble on and on about something he doesn’t recall asking. He thinks it’s cute when you stop mid-sentence and say in utter confusion, “What was I talking about again?”

If he could, he’d sit there and just listen to you talk all day. He’s surprised how much he likes your ditziness and dumb little brain fart moments, he finds that he doesn’t mind it so much. Like now, he was sitting there propped up against his car in the parking lot listening to you rant about astrology, time-loops, and anime..?

“Yeah?” Jungkook occasionally says while he watches you passionately explain to him what a fucking shinigami was.

“Think about it—politics and death notebooks, they go hand in hand for disaster and doom.” You softly say, completely side-tracking from the original topic, “I wish I had a shinigami though,” you pout while tapping your finger against your chin, “I think Ryuk is pretty cool. Have you seen the anime?”

Jungkook hums, “No, heard of it but haven’t seen it. So like, shinigami’s come with a death note or what?” He asks, ready for another little rant of yours (he doesn’t mind though). His eyes fall down to your pretty camisole you wore today. You were wearing these cute tight jeans that hung low on your hips, he loved the little pink bows you attached to the belt loops.

“Mm-hm,” you nod, “oh! I gotta go before I forget, all my undies shrunk in the dryer and now they’re pretty tight ‘n they fit a little smaller so now I have to buy some more.” You pout, “Bye Jungkookie,” you throw one arm around his neck as you side-hug him, standing on your tippy toes to reach his height as you press a kiss to his cheek, “bye-bye!” You wave and run off.

“Bye..” Jungkook whispers in awe, he smells a hint of your perfume on his shirt and he vows then and there he isn’t going to wash this shirt anytime soon.

The next time that Jungkook sees you it’s when he’s leaving your shared apartment after another project session. He sees you bent over while poking and trying to pull at the gas tank lid, which is obviously sealed shut. He whistles under his breath and walks over, eyes dropping down to your perky ass which is covered in these pretty little shorts which hug both cheeks nice and tight.

“What you doing down there, hm?” Jungkook leans against the car with his arms folded over his chest and an amused smile on his face, “Having fun?”

“Jungkook, hi,” you greet softly while standing up straight, “I was just trying to get this stupid thingy open because Jennie is letting me borrow her car cause mine is in the shop getting the windows tinted,” you pout, “but I don’t know how to open this stupid thing, and I wanna fill her car with gas as a thank you for letting me borrow it. Help meeeee,” you whine tugging at his arm.

“C’mere,” he loosely wraps an arm around your waist and guides you to sit in the driver's seat, “you see this baby?” He squats down so he’s eye-level with you, his free hand rests over your soft thighs while he points with his other, “You just pull this, and wa-la, the gas tank lid pops right open.” He chuckles and squeezes your thigh.

Your eyes brighten, “Reallyyy? How cool, thank you.” You happily throw your arms around his neck and hug him tightly, “no wonder that stupid thing wasn’t opening.” You giggle.

Jungkook takes a deep whiff of your soft coconut smell, he closes his eyes and sighs in pure bliss. This was the dream dammit, he never wanted to leave this spot EVER. “It was no problem really.” He mumbles more to himself while he stares at your pretty tits.

Fuck the friend code (if you can even call Jennie’s threat that), friend code didn’t have a pair of child-bearing hips and a ass shaped like a fucking peach like you did. Who was Jennie to keep all of you to herself so selfishly?

“Jungkook,” you softly say, “ ‘m gonna give you a thank you kiss.”

Jungkook laughs in amusement over how proud of yourself you look right now, he finds himself shaking his head and speaking in a lower pitched tone, “Yeah, where? Right here?” He turns his face to stick his cheek out.

A tiny little giggle escapes your lips as you nod at him, “Mm-hmm, right there.” You lean upwards to kiss his cheek gently, emitting a soft smacking noise as you happily smooch him. “There.” You say more to yourself.

Jungkook’s eyes drop down to your jiggly boobs which are pretty much in his face at this point. Your camisole somehow dips lower as your tits sit perfectly pushed together to accentuate their size. He tells himself not to but his dick seems to say otherwise as it stirs up in the confinements of his boxers. He already knows he’s about to be sporting a hard-on by the end of this interaction so he gives in.

“Want another kiss..” He mumbles while licking his lips, “But not on my cheek..got somethin’ else you can kiss.”

Your eyes follow his line of sight and you come across the very prominent bulge sitting behind his sweats. Your cheeks feel hot from embarrassment as the familiar throbbing sensation forms between your legs. Jungkook sees this when you suddenly begin rubbing your soft thighs together while staring back at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Whaddya say baby,” he lazily grins, “can I get that kiss?”

You stare back at him with those sweet puppy eyes of yours and nod eagerly.

.

Lips smacking against lips and quiet little moans/noises fill the otherwise dimly lit car (God bless his Mercedes for the interior lighting). You were tucked away on his lap in the backseat of the car, windows foggy and all as your hand slipped from the glass. Jungkook could die a happy man right now with the way he had a handful of ass sitting in the palms of his hands. He gave your soft cheeks appreciative squeezes as he kneaded the flesh roughly—greedily.

His own lips were a bit swollen from the hot make-out session but he didn’t mind, you were one hell of a kisser. One thing he didn’t see coming was how much of a little sex fiend you were, he swears he can’t keep up with how needy and slutty you are. He almost finds it cute how you pout and beg for him to let you have it while simultaneously humping him and refusing to let him part from the kiss.

Jungkook raised his hand and brought it down hard on your ass cheek, relishing in the resounding slap noise and how it recoiled/bounced in place. A slutty little moan escapes your lips as you pull back and pant softly against his lips, “Take ‘em off,” you slur softly, “hate these stupid shorts, gettin’ in my way.” You mumble with a tiny pout.

“Gonna let me see what’s underneath baby?” He looks up through his hooded eyes, grinning when he sees you eagerly nodding back at him, “Yeah? Go on then, slide ‘em off baby, show me what you got on.” He smacks your ass and gropes it harshly, only letting go when you whine at him while unbuttoning your shorts.

He swears under his breath as soon as the button pops open and you slip the zipper down. The hem of your undies comes into view, he sees a tiny bow sitting at the top so innocently and he can’t help but wonder what the rest of your panties are like.. Jungkook reclines back on the seat and parts his legs to make room for you.

You manage to slip your shorts down your thighs slowly with your hips swaying from side to side. Jungkook lets out an audible groan when he sees the cheeky undergarment that was hiding underneath. “Well don’t you look pretty,” he comments while running his hand over your ass, “bet you look prettier under.” He mumbles while licking his lips.

“But what about your kiss?” You pout.

Jungkook smacks your ass wickedly, “Don’t give me that fuckin’ pout. Didn’t know you were that eager to suck my cock, ‘s all you’re good for isn’t it baby? Just a dumb little thing who needs her mouth filled huh?” He grins when he hears you moan, “You gonna be a good little cock sleeve for me?”

“The best,” you happily slur, “ ‘m gonna swallow every last drop, promise.”

He finds it endearing when you hold your pinky out to him, and not wanting to be mean he hooks his pinky with yours, “Good girl.” He brings you in for a gentle little smooch, “Gonna ruin that pretty face of yours baby,” he whispers in-between kisses, “get on your knees for me.”

Jungkook finds that he likes how submissive and responsive you are to him, makes it a hundred times sexier in his opinion. You sink to your knees in front of him without missing a beat, you have your hands set over his knees as you sit there waiting with puppy eyes. “Go ahead baby, ‘s all yours.” He chuckles.

You eagerly paw at his sweats and with his help pull them down alongside his boxers until his fat cock is springing out and slapping against his lower abdomen. Your mouth waters when your eyes land on his perfectly sculpted cock, now you wanna feel it inside of you more than ever. His cock lays against his stomach, flush at the tip with prominent veins on the underside of his shaft.

“ ‘s mine…?” You whisper breathily while pursing yours lips, “ ‘s so pretty..” You’re talking more to yourself as you grab ahold of his throbbing cock and bring the mushroomy tip to your lips. Your tongue pokes out as you swirl it over the head, moaning softly at the tangy taste.

Jungkook bites down on his lip as he watches with hooded eyes, he can’t believe his wet dreams are coming true. Did he save an entire country in his past life? Made sense with how lucky he was right now. He brings his tattooed hand over the back of your head as he simply rests it there, letting you explore his dick like if it was a lollipop or some shit.

Your lips wrap around the head as you make these sloppy little sucking noises. Trickles of saliva begin to trickle down his cock, you use it as lube to stroke his girthy shaft—twisting and turning your hand around it while you noisily swallow around the tip. Jungkook’s lips part with breathy sighs escaping him, he relaxes into the seat and leans his head back with his eyes slipped shut.

You’re working wonders on his cock right now with the way you’re slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth. “Like that,” he whispers more to himself as he moans out again when you dip your tongue into the sensitive slit of his tip. Your strokes become slower but much more intense with the pressure you start applying. It’s getting a lot harder now to control himself from bucking his hips or something.

“Shit, don’t tease me baby,” he groans, “been thinking about your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock for weeks now. Knew you’d look pretty with a mouth full of cock.” Jungkook opens his eyes again to admire the view. “Open up for me baby,” he reaches down to thumb at your lower lip, “there you go—like that.” He grins.

He feeds you more of his cock watching as you eagerly take more and more until the tip hits the back of your throat. It sends you into a small gagging fit but the vibrations and pressure of your throat closing around him definitely sends zaps of hot pleasure down in his groin and lower belly. “Shit.” He groans loudly.

You whine around his cock and pull away to catch your breath, his cock slips from your mouth with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. Jungkook hisses quietly under his breath and reaches down to stroke his slicked up cock, “Messy little thing you are.”

“Off, off, ‘s my turn.” You huff cutely before swallowing his cock in one go now that you’re a bit more prepared.

It takes Jungkook by surprise as he groans loudly and throws his head back. You begin working wonders with that sinful tongue of yours, pairing it with some mean ass sucks. He lets his hand slip from the back of your head to the nape of your neck, just holding you there as he lets you do your thing. You begin bobbing your head slowly while noisily swallowing around his cock.

“Fucking hell y/n,” he whispers slack-jawed, you’re a damn menace. How the hell is he supposed to last? “You just needed something to fill that needy hole of yours didn’t you?” He pants softly, “Knew the moment I saw you that you were made for my cock baby. If only you could see yourself now.” He licks his lips and gives your neck a small gentle squeeze between his fingers.

You slurp up all the slick you leave behind on his cock, your hand sits at the base just idly gripping him while your mouth does all the work. You pull all the way up until the tip sits in your mouth before you swoop back down to take all of him in. He repeatedly hits the back of your throat but you do a much better job at controlling your gag reflex this time around. Your sloppy pace definitely has Jungkook moaning and grunting under his breath.

“Gonna cum,” he sighs, “keep going—like that.” He whispers as a full body shudder falls over him.

You eagerly pull off his cock and begin stroking him at a frantic pace. You watch with glee as his cock begins to throb in your hold, but you don’t let it deter you one bit. You’re eager to see him cum, you want it all in your mouth. “Like this?” You say this while squeezing around the tip and flicking your thumb over it.

Jungkook gasps softly, “Fuck..!” He hisses.

You smile deviously and bring the tip over your lips, “Or like this?” You whisper, blowing softly over his sensitive head before you take him back into your mouth.

Jungkook lets out a mantra of “fucks” and “yes’s” as he reaches down to grip his cock, his hand covers your own as he begins moving your hand up and down on his cock. You suckle at the head and watch as he comes undone. “Oh fuckkk..” He whispers as his cock throbs, cum shooting down your throat as you swallow around him greedily.

He slumps in the seat and pants quietly while watching you clean his dick with your sinful little tongue. He doesn’t think he’s ever cum that hard in his entire life before. He saw the pearly white gates of heaven just now.. “A-Ah shit, no more baby, ‘s sensitive.” He chuckles breathily when you try to suck on his (slowly softening) cock.

You pull back with a cheerful smile on your face, the corner of your mouth has drool and a bit of cum but you don’t seem to mind, “ ‘s so pretty.” You coo like his dick is the most amazing thing ever, he watches you lean over to press a tiny little kiss to the sensitive head.

Are you even real??

“C’mere,” he pats his lap, “I saw the way you were humping your own hand like a bitch in heat the entire time you had my cock in your mouth.” He says as he hauls you up, “You also deserve a nice little thank you, don’t you baby?” He grins while stroking his hands over your soft cheeks.

You nod eagerly, “Mm-hm,” you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer, “do you wanna come upstairs after this? I wanna introduce you to my bunny Luna! Oh, and we can watch some anime together because I think it’s lame you haven’t seen Sailor Moon OR Death Note.” You huff in disbelief.

Little did Jungkook know that by saying yes to all that he’d end up staying for wayyyyy longer than he initially planned. You becoming (a important) part of his life was a bonus. <3

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Could I request dom!ethan and bimbo!reader 💕

dom!ethan helping reader study!!

“c’mon, what was the last one?” ethan asked, his fingers making soft circles against her clit. she huffed out from the feeling, biting at her gloss covered lips.

“uhm..” she muttered, sighing out as her mind went blank. “i know you got it, remember.. you stop, i stop.” he spoke, slowing his movements down.

“please, eth. i can’t.” she whined, her stomach contracting as she tried to push down her awaiting orgasm. he removed his fingers from her, causing her to erupt into whimpers.

he reached for the book with his dry hand, flipping the page. “that was so mean, e!” she muttered with a pout before he placed the book in between her closed legs.

“what does that say?” he pointed, dragging his finger along the sentence as she read along. “now, do it again.”

he closed the book, throwing it back to where it had been before. he pushed his fingers in between her cold and puffy lips, making circular motions against her again.

as she stuttered, she managed to get out the few words that were printed on her psychology book.

“see? you did great,” he praised, moving his hand from her again. she whined, grabby at his wrist. “don’t worry sweetheart, i’m gonna give you somethin’ better.” he smiled, leaning down and kissing her lips.

she only let his lips go when he forced himself to pull away, dragging himself down and in between her legs. he became grabby at her meat, looping his arms around her thighs to bring him closer to his face.

“what my good, smart girl deserves.” he smiles up at her, darting his tongue out to lick at her clit as she gripped at his curls.

[3cremepie3]

Airhead pt. 1

Synopsis - Riddle Rosehearts x fem reader. Y/n is an idiot and needs help with studying from Riddle! She wants to pay back his kindness in the only way she know how.

Warnings - innocent riddle, lose of innocence, graphic mentions of head lol, premarital sex, cursing, spit, roughness, slutty y/n, bimbo y/n

A/n - I was supposed to start this series so long ago but I got caught up in request. I found this so fun to write and I will be continuing it!

“Hey riddle,” you exclaimed. You pulled him in for a big hug he deserved it for being so generous. He was helping you study for free! “There’s no need for that.” His words were harsh but his smile said otherwise. Whatever you let him go and plopped down on his bed.

“Wow, it’s so soft I can lay here forever.” You will not now up at once,” he demanded. “In order to get optimal study results students sit at desks. I have a perfectly organized one here.” You sighed getting up to sit at his desk. The chair was cool against your ass cheeks that hung out your dress.

It was uncomfortable and for some reason forced you to sit up. “Now let us begin I have tea time to attend to and I’ll leave you for independent study time then.” Okay,” you accepted. The session didn’t even start yet and you were bored. "Yawning already? Did you not get a good night's rest?"

"No, I stayed up all night waiting on a flash sale." Well, that was idiotic,' He claimed. "When your dorm has no AC you make do with what you can get, look isn't it cute."

"My god," Riddle gasped. "Isn't that lingerie women wear that for their husbands and as far as I know you aren't married." You erupted into a fit of giggles. God, he was over dramatic! “Riddle you're too innocent for your own good," you laughed. "I'm just wearing it to bed what's the harm in that?"

"You're right." He cleared his throat and stepped away to grab a hefty text book. "Hand me your phone there must be no distractions." You were hesitant but handed it over. Riddle grabbed a chair and scooted over towards you. Your body moved closer to his wanting to marinate in his scent. "Wow, you smell so nice Riddle like roses."

"Well thank you I make sure to use rosemary oil and- what are you doing get back to reading at once!" He pointed to the paragraph your eyes finished scanning. "I already finished," you pouted. "Fine then let's get started on this written response."

"The teacher wants you to write this in a formal format so no personal perspective." He continued to yap on and on about something that you couldn't bother to hear as you were distracted by the flamingos running across the yard. "Get him." You cheered leaning out the window to watch the mayhem between students and flamingos concur.

In an instant, you flashed him the short dress that you wore hiked up your back. “You mustn’t lean over like everything is showing,” Riddle yelled. He covered his eyes wanting to keep your privacy. “Ace he went that way,” you pointed. You felt the air on your ass and quickly realized what Riddle had been yelling about.

“Oops my ass was out,” you giggled. “It’s not funny Y/n!” Come on Riddle you act like you’ve never seen anyone’s panties before.” He stared at you blankly. “Wait you genuinely haven’t?” His face became rosy red at your question. “Well, not in real life of course.”

“Christ how is anyone this pure,” you wondered. “My mother kept me very sheltered from a lot of things.” So you’ve never watched porn?” He held his head low not meeting your bright eyes. “ How is that your first thought no I have not.” We’ll have you ever had a girlfriend or a side hoe or a hookup?”

“No I don’t have time for any of that,” he admitted. “I guess remaining top student comes with its downfalls.” You frowned for Riddle. You couldn’t imagine not getting laid. Just then you thought of something. “Well, Riddle since you gave me your time helping me study I’ll give you mine in bed?” You watched him awaiting his answer. “But mother says only married couples do that.”

You slapped your forehead out of frustration. “Mother means married couples stick it in. No one said we have to do all of that.” I suppose there’s no harm since it’ll be a fair exchange and as long as it’s done before tea time.”

“Yup just the perfect pace,” you gleamed. Now why don’t we get on the bed,” you suggested. “Alright.” Oh wow Riddle I’m surprised you’re agreeing to this.” Well, you only live once they say.” He propped himself up on his elbows wanting to face you.

“This process is for relaxation you can lay fully down.” He laid back sinking into his many pillows. “Good boy now take off your clothes.” You heard his breath hitch at the thought but his hands were eager to make them come undone. He stopped at his underwear, however. “Need help or something.” Your hand graced over his bulge and then to the band of his boxers.

“I think that would be best,” he admitted. You couldn’t help but notice his hands shaking. “Aww Riddle don’t be nervous. You sat up to give him some kisses on his burning torso. “It’s just a little dick-sucking,” you reminded. “I know but I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Well, then I’ll take things slower if you need it.” You began to kiss him softly he was a beginner after all. The first few were awkward teeth colliding but cute as you shared drool. The next ones were better since you took control catching his tongue in yours. You broke apart letting him catch his breath.

His hands tangled themselves in your hair pulling you back in. You balanced yourself on the bed before pulling your hips over his. Now you straddled his lap and could feel his heat against you. Riddle pulled up your dress which caused a gasp to come from your lips.

“Are you eager now?” Yes.” You looked up to see a riddles face flushed in a shade of scarlet. “Fine then I’m gonna go back down here. You crawled back to his legs making sure to land in an arch. Riddle thought he would lose his mind seeing the peak of your ass on full display. You pulled down his boxers to clearly see his mental state.

“Aww look at you dripping,” you coddled. "You can touch it i see you staring." Oh okay," he hesitated. You felt a hand collide with your ass cheek. He rubbed the flesh gently afterwards although it was an apology. You were gonna let out a protest but his focused face was too cute to pass up. You let a glob of spit coat his tip. You scanned his reaction as it slid down to his base.

His breath hitched at the warmness. Soon your mouth would follow the direction of the spit swallowing him down until you gagged. You exited with a pop making his toes curl. "So how's your first time getting head feel?" Good now continue," he demanded. His hand pushed you down onto his waiting dick.

You felt it twitch in your mouth as your tongue followed every curve every vein its entire being. "Oh my god," Riddle huffed. "Your cocks so cute look at it shake for me." You let it rest and spasm on your cheek. Your face had become wet with spit and his pre but you didn't mind. "Taste so good baby," you mumbled. Riddle could only bite his thumb down in response to holding his moans.

Your hand left his thigh to assist you in pumping him. Your grip was strong bringing his balls to tingle. Your lips noticed as you licked against the masses. And it intensified as you juggled them both in your mouth. He looked down on you astonished at your sinful actions.

Your dress was soaked but you were only just getting started. "Change of plans I want you to throat fuck me." Riddle looked at you like a lost puppy. "What does that mean." After quickly giving him a rundown he got into position. "So like this." He asked while pushing himself into your pulsing throat. Your hand linked themselves on his hips bringing him to push himself even deeper.

Riddle let out a grunt at the sensation of you squeezing around him. "Fuck it's like you're sucking me in." You chuckled you'd never think you'd get to hear Riddle RoseHearts curse. His hips buckled back and forth drilling themselves into you. But you still felt as though he was going to be soft on you.

"Riddle here's your chance to ruin me, to take all anger and stress out on me, to manhandle me. You're a man right then prove it to me." You spoke while scattering cock kisses. Riddle scoffed he was tired of everyone second-guessing him because he was small. "While since you give me permission I shall do my best job at it."

His smile twisted into a cruel smirk. You could tell in his head he had felt as though he was back in charge of the monarchy. While really you were still the dominant you just loved getting throat fucked. His hands raced to grab your neck forcing you to collide with the end of his shaft. You felt his hair tickle your nose while you gagged heavenly.

Riddle couldn't get enough of the vibrations against his core and forced you to stay until he watched your eyes roll back. You coughed greatly after being freed but stars were in your excited eyes as the same fate occurred. You watched Riddle lose himself in the contractions of your throat.

He moaned loudly as he pumped you like a fleshlight. They became whimper and he let out mewls that sounded as though he was crying. It was music to your ears especially when his voice that was sure to go raw yelled "Y/n" a dozen times. If he kept this up your throat would organize his shape forever.

And you wouldn't mind as long as you heard his whimper audio. "So good I think I'm gonna." He tried to give you a warning but it was too late. His cum poured down your throat leaving you to swallow the best you could in the short amount of time you had. The excess liquid spilled down your face and his now empty balls. He finally let go of his grip which allowed you to move away from the monster that was his cock.

You had 100% slayed that beast as he softened in front of your eyes. You pulled the bottom of your dress down ignoring the wet patch your essence had left on his bed. "Now we both held our fair end of the exchange." You spoke your voice raspy while removing your dress and stealing one of Riddle's shirts.

"Yes if you ever need help again be sure to let me know," he exclaimed. "Mhmm I'd love to push things even further. What your mother knows doesn't hurt her Riddle. It's not sin if its secret!”

[yawnderu]

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Reminded me of Bimbo reader. So cute.

Simon's calloused hand goes up to your neck to hold you in place, not applying any pressure while his hips ram against yours, thick cock driving deeper and deeper into you. His free hand drifts up and down your soft skin, caressing every single inch of skin his greedy hands can touch, needy fingers squeezing your ass and bringing you even closer to his burly body, the leaky tip of his cock kissing your womb over and over.

He slows down his pace, wanting to drag out your pleasure for as long as possible, scarred hips rolling softly into yours and dragging a whinier, louder moan out of your glossy lips, your back arching at the feeling of being stretched out by him. Long acrylic nails dig into his back, erupting a deep groan out of Simon.

Your head tilts back the moment he speeds up again, cock ramming in and out of your pretty, sopping cunt, letting out a whine of protest when he suddenly stops, holding your head back with a delicate grip.

“Fuckin' lovely, angel.” His breathy voice makes space for an amused chuckle to escape his lips, blown pupils fully focused on the newest tattoo you got while he was deployed; a red heart on your chin, only for him to see.

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[bunnylovesani]

Miss Congeniality

Chapter 2

Content warnings: mentions of drugs, kissing, still PG but smut is coming in the next chapter

WC: 2.1k

“And the winner of National Miss Congeniality is… Miss Naboo!” The host’s overly enthusiastic voice boomed as applause erupted through the convention arena, all aimed at you. “Our new winner will inherit the crown, as well as a grand prize of 10,000 credits! Congratulations on the title, and well done to all the runners up.” He stepped aside, allowing last year’s title holder to crown you and hand you a boastful bouquet of rose lilies and violet orchids. You smile politely and give a graceful bow, making eye contact with your father, who’s proudly recording every moment with his camera before exiting the stage.

So that’s it. Your whole pageant career had been leading up to this moment. Years of slowly crawling your way towards a national championship and now that you’d suceeded, you didn’t feel any sense of joy and elation like you’d always imagined when you fantasised about this exact moment. You felt empty. Like winning the title was a given and you’d moved past it already. A spark of excitement was only ignited when you spotted a forlorn looking Ani accompanying your family backstage, slouching over the stairs while your father rushed to embrace you.

“Oh sweetheart! You were amazing!” He cried out, handing you yet another bouquet. “Nice work sis, you made mincemeat out of those bitches. I assume you’ll treat your favourite brother to a new games console with that cash prize of yours.” Jaden tousled your hair as you pulled away from his hug.

“You’re my only brother.” You rolled your eyes unaffectedly. “All the more reason to be nice to me!” He smirked devilishly.

“We couldn’t be any prouder of our little girl!” Your mother joined in. “And you were younger than most of the girls out there! That’ll give you an excellent edge over next year’s competition. We should start preparing for that soon you know- now that you’re a national competitor, we’ve got our work cut out for us.” She fretted over you, fussing with the front pieces of your hair that your brother frizzed up.

“Hold on mom, it hasn’t even been 5 minutes.” You muttered, somewhat knowing that you wouldn’t be on that stage again next year. Tossing your numerous bouquets aside while your parents thanked your pageant coach, you sauntered over to Ani, who was sat on the steps a couple metres away, heavy metal music blaring out of his scratched up headphones.

“Hey you, what did Jaden bribe you with to get you to come to this?” You playfully tapped his shoulder, trying to imitate confidence.

“Surprisingly nothing.” He chuckled, removing his headphones. “We’ve got band practise tonight and I need him to give me a ride, my car broke down.”

You tried to hide the disappointment that coursed through you with a smile, of course he wouldn’t needlessly come to one of your pageants.

“And besides, I thought it’d be amusing to observe bimbos crashing and burning their way through debates about world peace.” He sniggered and your smile dropped at his insinuation.

“I don’t mean you of course!” He jumps to correct himself. “You stick out like a sore thumb next to those girls. Both intellectually and… you know.”

“No, I don’t know.” You cross your arms and frown at him.

“Ah come on sweetheart, you know what I mean. You really gonna make me say it? You know you’re gorgeous, you don’t need a bum like me to tell you that.” He looks away, directing his attention back to his phone.

He thinks you’re gorgeous?

“Congrats on winning.” He says sincerely before an urgent beep is heard chirping from his phone, followed by an obnoxiously loud ringtone. “I, uh, I gotta take this. See you later, kid.” He scratches his head as he takes the first door out the hall and escapes into an alleyway.

He really thinks you’re gorgeous? You can’t help but let a stupid grin spread across your face when no one is looking. Somehow his puny compliment filled you with more dopamine than winning a 10,000 credit prize. Even though you were the one dressed to the nines in an intricate peony ballgown, you were mesmerised by the way he looked tonight. You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination, but you could’ve sworn that his dark blue hoodie made his eyes sparkle and his lips look more pink. Is it true that a man’s lips are the same colour as his-

“Honey, come collect the money before someone else gets to it!” Your father interrupted your thoughts, beckoning you over to the chairman’s office. To your surprise, you received the full amount in cash, which had you contemplating where to store it, or once you saw the way Jaden was sizing the thick envelope up, where to hide it.

“You guys run along to the car, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.” You shout to your family as you pace up and down the hallway searching for the ladies room. Just as you’re about to enter, you hear a loud clamour and what sounds like a man groaning. Realising it’s coming from the fire exit door, you peek through the window and eavesdrop.

“If I don’t have my cut by tomorrow, you’re a dead man- you hear me?” A heavily tattooed bald man yells, holding someone up by their collar. You observe the veins popping out of his muscular neck and the sheen of sweat that covers his statuesque figure. You sure are glad not to be on the receiving end of that.

“Yeah man, I get it! I’ll make sure to enjoy my last 24 hours on earth.” The boy utters before he’s harshly thrown back into the metal bins surrounding him and your blood freezes once you recognise who the voice belongs to. Seeing that the man has left, you fling open the doors and rush outside.

“Ani! Oh my God Ani are you okay? Are you hurt? Should I call the police?” You fire questions at him, assessing his body for injuries.

“Go back inside, I’m fine.” He gruffly responds.

“I’m calling the police.” You proclaim, reaching for your phone.

“No! Do not call the fucking police. I can handle it.” He bats your hand away.

“Didn’t look like it when that guy was battering you! Who was he?” You bark at him, running your fingers lightly over the red gash smeared across his eyebrow.

“Jesus Christ, it’s fine, I’m fine! He’s, uh, an old friend. We had a small disagreement.” He glances down at the floor evasively and you instantly realise what’s going on.

“Don’t tell me that guy’s a dealer. Don’t tell me you were dumb enough to get mixed up with someone like that.” You stand up in frustration.

“It was just meant to be one-time thing! He asked me to keep a container of Narco-Mist safe for him while he was away, real simple task. In return, he’d give me 300 credits, I thought I’d be an idiot to pass up an offer like that! Of course, what I wasn’t counting on was that I wasn’t the only one who knew about its whereabouts.” He mewls, wincing slightly at your continued prodding at his wounds.

“So the package got stolen and now you owe the guy money, is that it?” You sigh, unamused and he nods. “How much?”

“Why do you care?” He rebutts coarsely.

“Just answer the fucking question.” You snap back.

“Too much to ever be able to find in 24 hours.” He glares into your eyes hopelessly. “I’ve made my peace with it, that’s what I get for being reckless.”

“Is 10,000 enough?” You stare at him blankly.

“It’s 7000, but I’d rather be pumelled to a bloody pulp by that guy than take money off you.” He snorts and rolls his eyes.

“Are you trying to raise my blood pressure? You’ll take the money and I don’t want to hear a word more about it.” You huff decidedly, reaching into your bag and taking out the allocated 7000 credits, before placing it into the pocket of his jeans. He stares at you in bewilderment the whole time, almost forgetting to breathe.

“Now come on, everyone’s waiting for us.” You offer him a hand getting up and he takes it.

“I, I don’t even know what to say.” He blinks dopily. “Why would you do this?”

“You just got your ass handed to you, you could do with a lucky break. ” You joke, trying to diffuse the tension in the air and he responds with nothing but a calm smile.

The drive home was a quiet one, your mind swarming with concern for Ani, followed by subsequent anxiety about why you seem to care so much. What kind of an idiot gives away so much money to someone they’re hardly even friends with? After thoroughly beating yourself up about it, you’re interrupted by the car grinding to a halt.

“Get out little princess, we’re home.” Jaden looks back over the passenger seat. “It’s way past your bedtime.” He sneers mockingly and you roll your eyes.

“I need your help getting my dresses out the trunk.” You huff, swinging your legs round and getting out the door.

“I got it.” Ani jumps up and assists you with carrying your pageant costumes to the door.

“I, uh, I just wanted to say thank you. And I’ll pay you back of course.” He stutters.

“Don’t mention it, I’m sure you’d do the same for me. Well, now that I think about it perhaps not but that’s neither here nor there.” You mumble out, chuckling.

“Of course I would.” He grabs your hand suddenly and you set alight at the contact. “I care about you, ya know?” His knuckles brush against your cheek as he admires your perfectly blushed skin. “I’ve been racking my brain tryin’ to think of some kinda way to show my gratitude but there’s only one thing that comes to mind.” He trails off and you gulp at the implication.

“And what would that be?” You feign innocence, desperately hoping you were on the same page.

He bent down slightly, placing his hand on your lower back before his soft lips brushed against your cheek tenderly. He treated you as though you were a fragile thing that might break under the slightest pressure and the attentiveness had you bucking your hips. “If you want me to stop, tell me now.” He whispered into the crook of your neck, proceeding to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, tracing down from your temples, down your cheekbones and to the corner of your mouth.

“Does it look like I want you to stop?” You whimpered, trembling with anticipation.

At once your lips collided and you were filled with the taste of him, of an intoxicatingly sweet but musky flavour that made you paw at him as he grabbed the back of your head firmly and deepened the kiss. You noticed the slight metallic tinge of blood emanating from the cut on his plump bottom lip. You couldn’t help but let a moan slip out into his mouth when his thumbs rubbed your cheeks, so starved of affection that such a simple sentiment had your head spinning. Taking the opportunity, you wrapped your freshly manicured fingers around his biceps, squeezing indulgently. He was even better than you’d dreamt about.

As he reluctantly pulled away for air, you almost winced at the loss of contact. “That’s one hell of a way to show your gratitude.” You giggled and he mirrored your smile, flashing you a beaming toothy grin.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time before tonight.” He confesses while nudging his forehead against yours. The car outside lets out a series of honks and you’re grateful for the interruption. It’s rare that you’re rendered speechless but if anything was going to accomplish it, it would be this.

“I gotta go, band practise calls.” He holds out your hand and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Sweet dreams, princess.”

Once he’s gone you stand in the doorway immobile for several minutes, your brain satisfyingly paralysed and your body tingling. This has got to be the best night of your life.

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[vqrtualheartss]

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Do not question why the time is going so fast part two

Yes, your friends are low-key bimbos but they book n street smart

Y'all I'm so happy that my page is growing 🥹 I love y'all fr

—Warnings: I have never been outside this country so I am NOT familiar with Brooklyn slang., Use of N word —hence why the title says it's for black readers

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 | Throughout Brooklyn Visions you were known as 'antisocial' —always wearing a mask even after the end of COVID, never at a party or a school function, 'dead socials', and the one that seals the deal: never seen with a boy.— Truth is you weren't even like that, up in that school the way everyone thinks is basically copied and pasted and not in a good way. It wouldn't take much to be viewed differently and not being too interested in interacting with almost anybody, you just kept to yourself. And no, this isn't some typical white highschool movie where you're bullied and apart of some loser, nerd squad, if anything it was far from that. Y'know those pretty, melanin-queen it-girls? Yeah, that's your crew, don't get it twisted though, you weren't some 'accessory friend' used by them —you we're just as pretty if not more— but you've seen how guys treat pretty girls in comparison to those "average" and who would want to be with someone like that? Definitely not you

It was the day before the mid-term break and your friends —Shadae, Nia, Kiara and Lailah— were nowhere to be found. Coming to the conclusion that they were at a party being held for whatever reason an exasperated sigh left your body closing your locker. "So that's really what they doing now? It's their lives soo if they don't care why should I?"

The sun's rays barely illuminated the hallway being hid behind clouds, playing into the gloomy theme. Walking through the large, empty spaces, head held straight going to your third/fifth class, you noticed someone staring at you through your peripheral vision—Miles Morales. A little introduction on him, he was apart of a group basically the male version of yours, minus you. Girls gushed at him, sliding notes into his locker and stuff, typical party animal, you heard through rumours that he hooks up with a new girl every other week. One would think it's false news cause that sounds absolutely atrocious but they came prepared with receipts ―But even those could be made up― and to no surprise, there were girls wanting to be one of his bi-weekly flings. Come to say though, it was a little weird how his gaze situated on you as you walked but you decided to brush it off as nothing. There's no way you could see yourself interacting with him. Ever.

In class

Since it was the last day so far all teachers gave a free period. As usual, you remained silent scrolling through whatever the media had to offer, even though having admitted that it was a boring ritual, you refrained to do otherwise. Time passed and the bell rung with you not wasting a second getting out the door, stuff already packed.

Moving along the steps going down to the next classroom, the deafening screech of the intercom went off as the minority of students covered their ears including yourself waiting for it to end, seeing a person take down their hands, everyone did too before the announcement went off.

"Attention students and staff: In light of the reduced teaching activities and productive learning for the day, we have made the decision to conclude school early. We believe that providing you with this extra time will allow you to enjoy a well-deserved break. Make the most of this unexpected opportunity and enjoy your extended free time!"

The halls erupted with cheers, laughter and talking as people made their way outside the school, although intending to head straight home, a few necessary stops to some stores had to be made before doing so. Heading out, you opened the phone still in your hand to make a list of things that came up to mind

Braiding hair

Gummy Wax

Bonnet

More coconut watrdf

"The fuck?" The words slipped from my mouth under a whisper at the sudden jolt of my body -can't even write a list in this school-, looking back I saw someone holding onto my arm, stopping me from going outside. It was Miles, -what could he ever want from me?- my eyebrow lifted, "hm?" "Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you" he released his hand off my body, leaning on a locker with his bag hanging off his shoulder "Um okay, about what?" I crossed my arms, noticing his eyes widened slightly before returning to their natural, slightly seductive state. "You actually talk?" "Nope" Trying to escape, he caught onto my hand, our eyes piercing into the others before he added "Alright that one was my fault, but I just wanted to ask if you're doing alright"

I glanced over his shoulder, searching for his friends, a camera, or any signs of people giggling, this had to be some sort of prank. Finding nothing, I gave in -one conversation can't hurt right?- "Yea I am, why do you ask?" "I didn't see your friends- wait" he tilted his head towards the door, hinting for us to go outside "You ain't tryna be seen with me or you good right here? " I looked around the room, dragging a hand down my face acknowledging the little clusters of people staring. Facing him again, I nodded and together we made our way out.

"So where we going first? Am I getting punk'd? I saw the lil' list you had" Rubbing his palms together, he anticipated my response as we crossed the road. Using my hand as a sun blocker, I squinted before answering

"You're very nosy and I will be-" "We" I stood taking a good look at the boy, blinking slowly. Realizing that he didn't plan on going anywhere else I caved in, "We will be going to the hair supply store first" he smiled at my renewed sentence.

"His dimples are cute- " "Nah shut the fuck up actually." "But he is though"

Shaking away the thoughts going back and forth with themselves, I focused my attention back to Miles who was already looking at me. To be fair, I was still skeptical of the sudden interactions and wanting to waste no one's time, I went straight toward my point. "What do you want? If you want something with one of my friends I can give it to you y'know" I kid you not when I say that this boy burst out laughing.

He held a hand at his chest before we stopped walking "That's what you think of me f'real?" I shrugged replying "That's what I think of most of them" I made a popping noise with my mouth, his hands digging deeper into the jacket's pockets. A playful smirk dancing on his face as he bit his lip, he was fine and I'm sure he knew it― Girl, no

Still standing, I continued. "Word in the street says that you copping a new chick every two weeks" he narrowed his eyes as I loosened my bag straps. "I be in the streets everyday and I never heard that" crossing his arms, he sent me a jest-filled glare before continuing " and how YOU hearing what's going on in these streets Miss Mysterious?" He pointed at me in the middle of his sentence to which I scratched my neck nervously with my index finger, avoiding any eye contact. Finishing his sentence he urged for my response with a "huh?" before looking down at me with half closed eyes, still chewing on his bottom lip

Counting on my fingers, I started to explain myself "Okay one, I don't gossip but the friends I hang around do and I have working ears, so what? And number two, I have a name sir" "Are you going to tell me it?" "It's (y/n)" "Well, (y/n) to answer your first question. Your crew? Nah, they okay but you though, you caught my eye. And I ain't trying to serve up that 'you're unique' cliché but real shit, that's what got me wanting to talk with you" "Okay I'm sure I'm not that interesting" my hands now rested on the curve of my hips, blankly looking at Miles who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of me. "Let me be the judge of that, tell me more about you"

I shook my head as I went to approach the other side of the pole he was on, worst mistake . He yanked me by my bag, dragging me over to his side as he stared at me with wide eyes "we don't do that shit around here" he extended his hand , pointing to the path infront him.

I looked back at him in disbelief, my eyes and eyebrows being the only features to express my astonishment, looking at my half expression, he laughed. "My bad, just please use your sense next time" "You talk too much, we need to get going" he raised his hands in defense "Alright ma'am" I rubbed my temple smiling underneath my mask, my lips making some type of imprint beneath it

Walking there was pretty interesting, getting bombarded with questions about myself and not about my friends. It was the first time I'd actually had a conversation with someone outside my circle, and you know what? It wasn't half bad. I found myself laughing and smiling at something that wasn't some dumb cat falling and it was quite nice.

Approaching the door and opening it, I joked "Ladies first" "Oh so you got jokes now? Guess I'm rubbing off on you" Rolling my eyes whilst walking inside, he wiped away an imaginary tear entering the store behind me. Taking a quick stroll through the aisles I saw Miles taking up some stuff too —some combs, wax, and a durag—

Shopping didn't go so smooth for me though, being stuck between three colours to choose from —1B, 30 and 350—."What's up?" Standing clueless, Miles came over to my area, positioning himself beside me, waiting for me to say something. Raising my hands with the braiding hair before slapping them on my thighs lightly, I complained "I can't choose" Taking the hair from my hands he started to put each one beside my head before speaking "You'd look like a doll in this one, go for it"

While he returned the hair back to their original positions except the one he picked —which was colour 30— I raised my eyebrows, internally questioning his choice of words before speaking up "you have such a smooth mouth don't you?" Crossing my hands as I gave him a mild, sidelong glance traced with amusement that turned into confusion when he placed his hand atop his head, biting his lip. "I woke up Chris Breezy, oh my God I'm the man" Mouth agape, I dragged a hand over my mask to stifle the laughter "Alright cool cool I get it, you spit lyrics like that. Get up" "shoulda known it's been that way, now let's go. We have more stuff to buy" He took two more packs of hair before we walked over to the cashier — the place where I had to find out how stubborn this boy is—

"Let me pay for it" "No, it's my stuff. I'm more than fine paying"

The cashier cleared her throat, annoyed at our 5-minute long bickering

"Oh sorry, here-" I shuffled inside my bag for my purse, completely oblivious to whatever Miles was doing "Here" "Thank you" I looked up hearing the cashier's words, completely shocked that Miles Morales, a 17 year old just handed the woman a black card. It must be nice.

Bagging the items he turned to face me, "See, I told you I'll pay" "Here, I'll pay you-" "No, think of it as.. a us becoming friends gift, plus we have more things to buy so save up"

Stretching my mouth underneath my nose I teased "Who said we're friends" he deadpanned while handing me my own bag with items "Don't play with me. I know your favourite colours, music, food, and more. I'm real friend material" I laughed at his reaction, not to mention his remix on the "real wifey material" part.

But he was right though, we had more places to be, taking out my phone to check the updated list we comprised together, glancing at the time, I cursed 4:48 PM. "Shit um, I really have to go home. Bye, and thank you" my words dragged themselves louder as I ran down the road waving at him frantically.

You hurried along your usual route back home, "Why the rush?" Well, the aim was to snag a 5 PM package. It might sound like a flimsy excuse to part ways with Miles knowing that girls would kill you in the armor of envy for him, but the package would be returned to facility if not claimed and who wants to wait months again? He'd understand. After securing the package you went home, fortunately enough it started to rain, the pattering of the droplets masking the sound of your attempts sneaking into your room to avoid any confrontation from your parents.

Usually when it rained you found the atmosphere peaceful— having been in a night gown with your bonnet on— but this time, it felt different. For some unknown reason you couldn't shake Miles off your mind—the sensual energy that radiated from him, his seductive stare he always wore or the husky laughs that echoed between you two— Everything about him was alluring, slowly drawing you in and you did not like it.

Miles, on the other hand didn't suppress his feelings, having to physically wipe the smiles and cut the laughter he created each time he thought about you. Ironic enough, he hadn't a clue what it was about you that had him this way. Shit, he doesn't even know how you look. He was sure of however, what it would take to even have a chance at holding your hand given the rumours that you've heard about him, but he was hell-bent on giving it a try.

[mushroommanstan]

Spin the bottle

College au Tenko x reader

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Tenkos stomach twisted in anticipation, and he discreetly checked his breath for the umpteenth time before quietly taking his place amongst the drunken bimbos and himbos, all clumsily seated in a circle.

He couldn’t stop himself from scratching at his neck raw nervously, skin flakes and little flecks of blood fluttering down and landing on people who were stupid enough to sit too close.

He didn’t care that everyone was pressed shoulder to shoulder into each other as to give him enough space so that they don’t accidentally make contact with him. He didn’t care people were looking at him judgmentally before turning to one another and whispering something into their ear. No, he only cared about one thing, and one thing only.

Tonight, this blessed night, he’s gonna kiss someone.

Yes, the good old fashioned spin the bottle. The judgement free game that grants any player to brush off any mistakes or embarrassment as a joke. A game that, while he knew he was invited to as a joke, resulted in him losing all his clean pairs of socks before the party, leaving him with no choice but to show up in sandals.

Like he said, he knew he was invited as a joke. It was painfully obvious since, while he was being invited, a girl was play-slapping the inviter on the shoulder and begging them not to do it infront of him. But, they did anyways, laughing their ass off as they walked away, and now he’s here, squirming a little in excitement at the idea of kissing someone.

He really doesn’t care who, he swings both ways and even if he didn’t, he’s pretty damn desperate. But if he had to choose it would most definitely be you.

He’s had his eyes on you for a while now, literally, and couldn’t help but fantasize about you specifically when watching some cheap pornos. God, you were just great. He wondered what your lips would taste like. Hmmmmm…

“Alright y’all~” some blonde bimbo slurred. “We ready to start…?” She could barely keep her balance making her way to the center of the circle and carefully plopping the empty bottle down on the carpet. How it didn’t shatter, he does not know.

Excited murmurs and variations of “yes” erupted from them, and with that, the game began.

His heart leapt when the first spin was made. He was smiling in excitement, the same wide, creepy smile his countless foster parents would urge him not to make or try to control. But he couldn’t help it, he was so excited! And he didn’t care how scared that made the other players when they saw how he looked at them. Finally, finally he’s gonna taste some spit that wasn’t his own….

That didn’t come out right. But he meant it all the same.

The bottle came to a stop quite quickly due to the friction of the rug, landing almost perfectly opposite of him. That’s fine, he’s patient. He can wait.

He’ll wait for as long as it takes.

Round and round the bottle went, lips touching lips, none of them his as he waited in agony for his turn. It was torture, watching other people enjoy themselves while he had to just sit there and wait.

He had gotten excited when the bottle looked like it had landed on him, but was shocked when the bottle moved on its own, angling to his right where a hot blonde bimbo squealed in delight, puckering her lips. He knew the spinner had a wind quirk, and he could feel the cool breeze the guy has used to discreetly turn the bottles hull. But he said nothing, his face straight as he masked the hurt he felt from being cheated the kiss he so desperately wanted.

Finally, the time had arrived. He squirmed a little anxiously as he watched the same blonde bimbo depart from her own chosen kiss, lips puckered as she giggled innocently.

Then, as soon as he had reached for the middle, his fingers bracing for the touch of the cool glass, the guy next to him intercepted him, taking the bottle himself and spinning it without a care.

“H-hey! It’s my turn!” He stated, trying not to lose his temper else he makes a scene and gets kicked out.

The guy hesitated, stopping the bottle before looking around the circle, eyeing people’s reactions as if to gain feedback for what to do.

“O-oh, sorry…” he mumbled, backing off and taking his place. Tenko huffed, before taking a deep breath and reminding himself what was important.

He made contact with the bottle, feeling lightheaded and not being sure if it was due to the blood loss from his new neck injuries or from the excitement of this new opportunity, but either way it almost made him feel like he could pass out.

One look around the room would tell you everyone else felt the same; They all had pale faces and crossed fingers as if they were playing Russian roulette. But once again, he didn’t care.

Round and round it spun, the glass clunking around carelessly before settling down into a smooth spin. The tip flew by many faces, until eventually, it landed on you.

You didn’t have a chance to react as he sped across the floor on all fours, only stopping until he was mere inches from you.

You pursed your lips, ready to get this over with and just give him a small, quick peck. But unfortunately, he took initiative, grabbing you by the back of your head and, before you could react, pulling you in for a surprise make out session.

Tenko figured, to hell with it, if this is gonna be his only time kissing someone he’s gonna make the most of it.

He didn’t wait for entry, his tongue badgered against your lips until they gave way and infiltrated your mouth. Girls squealed and guys guffawed, but he didn’t care. All he cared about right now was how good your spit tasted. How warm and soft your mouth was, how his tongue glided over yours with ease.

You were shocked at the feeling, not at all expecting him to be such a good kisser. You even found yourself moaning along with him occasionally as his tongue danced with yours.

Momentarily forgetting who you were with, you slowly reached over, cautiously resting your hand against the back of his head as well. He jerked at the contact, almost choking on your tongue, before somehow further intensifying the kiss, smooshing your faces together more until it almost hurt and crawling into your lap.

You both were so enthralled by the shockingly euphoric sensation that was the kiss that you hadn’t noticed when you fell over, now having Tenkos body fully on top of you. But you didn’t care, you just grabbed the hem of his hoodie and pulled him closer as he worked his magic in your mouth.

Distantly, you heard people murmur as the shock faded. “Oh my god they’re still going.” One said. “Jesus Christ what the fuck he’s really going at it.” Said another. But you didn’t care, neither of you did. You both just kept going, rubbing your hands along each others backs and softly moaning. You hadn’t even realized when you began to grind a little on him.

Eventually, people had had enough. Assuming you were being forced against your will (because why else would you be doing this), one particularly bold (and drunk) male grabbed Tenko by his hair and pulled him off of you, a small trail of spit still connecting you two for just a moment.

Tenko had no time to think, only guided by the feeling of being forced away from his dreams, his fight-or-flight reflexes, and the sensation of his scalp burning, which resulted in him clenching his fingers into a fist and punching said guy in the jaw before anyone else could blink.

Unfortunately, the guy still had Tenkos hair in his grip, causing a wad of hair to be ripped out of his head as he stumbled backwards and making Tenko cry out in pain along with him. He rubbed his head, and the guy his jaw, before the screams of nearby girls had helped reality strike Tenko and he realized what he had done. Immediately his face went red with embarrassment, and he swiftly left after mumbling a quick apology but not before taking a bottle of Tequila for later.

You were still panting, rubbing your thighs together as you whined in disappointment as he left. People gathered around to see if you were ok but you shrugged them off, racing after him. You knew this was a bad idea, it obviously was, chasing after the well known (but not proven) serial killer. However maybe it was the booze in your system, but no one had ever made you feel like that. You never knew he could be so… passionate.

And if that’s just a taste of what he can give you, then damn what the others will say, you want to chase that high even for just one night.

Just before he climbed into his car you shut the door infront of him. He avoided making eye contact with you for multiple reasons, expecting violence both physical and verbal, and didn’t notice your matching red flush.

“D…d-do you” you stuttered out, not being able to force the words out.

“No, it’s ok, I’m sorry, please just… it won’t happen again. All of it, all of it won’t happen again.”

“N-no! I-“ you shouted, before returning to your shy mumbling.

“D-do you maybe wanna come back to my place for some ‘seven minutes in heaven’?” You rushed out, avoiding eye contact.

He just blinked at you, his mind literally unable to process what you just asked. He looked behind him, confused before pointing to himself to which you nodded.

His back hit his car, leaning on it as he tried to process what you were proposing. You were joking right? With him? What are you, masochistic?

That, and the fact that he’d been popping a boner over just getting kissed. You can’t tell him now he’s gonna lose his virginity! But you weren’t just telling him. You were pushing him against his car, opening the door to the backseat and pushing him in as this time, you were the one who invaded his mouth.

You both didn’t even wait until you were back in your place, and let me tell ya, you thought his kissing was good, you were in for a treat when you saw what he was sporting downstairs.

[eternalsa2z]

Come to Bed

"Come to bed, baby"

You didn't move. At first. How could you staring at the beautiful goddess in front of you? Knowing that less than 24 hours ago she had been your best friend?

You were overwhelmed with emotions. Lust. Concern. Giddiness. Fear. But curiosity won out. You move toward the resort's plush bed, eyes never wavering from her svelte form, nose inhaling her delicate yet intoxicating perfume.

"Come"

You watched her pat the pillow beside her with her perfect pink nails. Body splayed curvaceously on the silk sheets. Her own pillow draped with the platinum waves of her luscious hair. This was your friend. But this bimbo wanted to be your lover.

Soon you were lying beside her. Kissing those pouty, plump lips. Massaging her pert breasts and shapely ass. Moaning in tandem as you slipped inside her perfect pussy. But she was fucking you more than you were fucking her. You knew what was going to happen when she finished with you. But this moment was making it all worthwhile.

"Cum"

You couldn't help but obey. Erupting in a climactic moment that sealed your fate. Bones shifted, memories faded, your body and spirit reshaped into a pink, pretty, mindless sex doll. A cute compliment to your bestie who had succumbed to the same fate the previous night. It would be your last orgasm as a man. But the first of many as another bimbo escort at the Bimbo Resort.

[rafedaddy01]

You and rafe not being exclusive he gets to have girls all around home but once u give him a taste of his own medicine he becomes livid and marks u as his with a r shaped hickey

You and Rafe have established that you two aren’t exclusive, he can have any other girl he wants. As for you, he instructed you not to talk to other guys. So unfair.

One night at a party you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Once again, Rafe had another bimbo in his lap. You sat on the end of the couch awaiting to go home with him, this was so demeaning. You decide to take things into your own hands. Walking up to decently looking guy and flirting. Rafe catches eye of this and he is fuming. He walks up to you and practically drags you out of the party.

“What the fuck rafe!” You shout as he slams the door to his truck and walks over to the drivers side. “You wanna act like a slut you get treated like one.” De delivers a harsh slap to you cheek, the slap was hard but not hard enough to leave a mark. It had you turned on. You wouldn’t admit it to Rafe but you were wet.

A single tear slipped down your cheek “don’t cry princess” Rafe gripped your throat as he brought you over the console, wiping your tear with the pad of his thumb. “You deserve to be punished for what you did tonight, talking to other guy in front of me? Baby you know your not allowed” he spoke softly, almost warming if it wasn’t for the dark glint he had in his eyes. “But- but you do it” you looked up at him through your lashes and batting them.

A dark chuckle erupted into the car “oh baby, I’m allowed.” He said “your not”

With that he kissed you, biting your bottom lip and drawing blood as he pulled away. You yelped, but that same pool of wetness flooded your drawers as he stared at you before making his move. He crained your neck to the side and gave himself more room as he pushed your hair off your shoulder.

“I’m gonna mark you up and then I’m gonna fuck that pussy till your sore, just so people know who you belong too and so you don’t forget who you belong too”

@baby19sthings

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Can I request a racer Ran x Fem reader!!!

BTW you are awesome

Thanks so much! I can do this for ya!

Flip 'Em: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 935

tw: none

masterlist

The smell of burning rubber and the roar of motorcycles in the distance are familiar to you - like background noise.

"Do you ever get annoyed by the sound of those things?" You stop peering through your binoculars to spare a glance at the bimbo beside you. She'd been hustled into coming to this by one of her on-again-off-again flings; that's all you knew about her from the brief conversation you caught on the way in.

"You'll get used to it." If you're around for more than a month. You turn around to look at the other women in the crowded suite just to see if any of them were looking your way. But they all seem to be too busy chatting based on the casual way they're standing, champagne glasses filled to the brim and mouth filled with gossip.

"Do you come here often?" What really miffs you about this lingering gnat is that she doesn't stop talking. Especially to you. You want to wave your hand at the other wives in the room and urge them to come scoop their lost puppy up but part of you feels guilty that she has no friends.

Doesn't mean I have to be her friend.

"Listen," you mutter, placing your binoculars back up to your eyes. "You should go find someone else to talk to."

"W-why?" You hear the whimper in her voice, but that only serves to irritate you more. Before you can reply, you hear a voice behind you call out your name.

"Mrs. Haitani," the host announces, walking toward you with a small flip phone. You hold it up to your ear and look down at the track. You can barely see Ran from here, but you can hear his labored breathing on the other end.

"You okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine; I was just checking in on you. Are the girls behaving?"

You spare a glance at the bimbo still standing beside you; her eyes are wide now that she knows who you are. "For the most part."

"Let me know if I need to set anyone straight," Ran murmurs and you chuckle, imagining him tossing his helmet to the pit crew and storming up to the suites with his signature blank face. "Can't wait to take a fat nap after this."

"I'll make sure the driver gets here right on time."

"No press, no pictures, nothing. I want to sleep as soon as I get off this track." Ran vanity would never let him avoid the press and cameras and opportunities to flaunt his status. But you nod as if he can see you and reply,

"I hear you, handsome."

"I love you."

"Love you most."

"Impossible." And the line hangs up. You hand the phone back to the suited man and watch the race begin, your eyes straining to see the black and blonde hair in the mass of racers. Lane 6, you mentally note, then lower your binoculars. The other women have crowded around the television, keen on only catching the first parts of the race so they can say they "watched" it. In reality, they would watch the first ten minutes of the race and then disperse two-by-two, finding spots where they can sit and talk trash about rival drivers.

You, however, stay standing at the glass window, watching the crowd erupt in excitement as the race begins. The other ladies have culled the bimbo to them, holdin her nearby as to initiate her into the "ways of racer wife-ry" despite her behind an obvious flavor of the month and not the newest addition to the bunch. She would guest star for about three shows and then disappear with the others. You'd seen them all come and go; this was no different.

"She's one of the original five," you catch someone whispering loudly. "I wouldn't mess around with her." The Original five. They meant Mikey's long time fiancée, Izana's girlfriend, Shinichiro's wife, Draken's wife - Emma - and you. Of the four of you, only Mikey's wife and you were left in the rat race. Racing was tiresome, drained your energy and the time you spent as a family... No one wonder it would eat the other three alive and drive them to make their significant others drop the whole charade and come home.

Ran races by on his second lap, his braids blowing in the wind. You don't clap and cheer eagerly like other, less knowledgeable girls do. You just stay stoic. The race isn't even close to being over. Why would you celebrate?

But as the competition goes from one clear winner to neck and neck, your interest peaks. Ran's been stuck in second place, but a tight loop around the track places him a few feet ahead of the former first-place winner.

You smirk with pride, holding your binoculars in a vice-like grip as the race comes to it's tight end. Shouts of outrage and jubilation erupt around you as Ran crosses the finish line first, followed impossibly close by his contender. You don't partake in the celebrations, though. You just make your way out of the suite and down the stairs to meet him at the finish line.

Ran's already waiting for you with his arms out, planting a long kiss on your lips and holding you close. "Did the girls cry about it?" he jokes in your ear.

"If they did, I wasn't watching." Ran laughs and gives you another big kiss, then raises his middle finger in the direction of the women still watching in the suite.

"Let 'em get a mouthful of that."

[kairiscorner]

more miles x filo reader plz hshsjsjdns but this time can it be that they are not dating yet and hes still crushing 💗

YES, I AM ON IT !!

miles morales x filipino reader

i'd like to think miles would've fallen for you the minute he saw you, actually. like, his heart would beat just a little faster when he saw you, but he brushed it off as excitement to meet a new friend or see a new face at his school.

he was drawn to your beauty, your noticeable features as someone of filipino descent. you could say you rizzed him up by just being who you are, you super magandang individual o(*￣▽￣*)o

when he met you, he instantly found himself drawn to you and your little traits and habits. how you might point with your lips, say, "ah, ano..." when you start a conversation, how you use the "mano po" culture towards his parents (THEY FUCKING LOVE YOU FOR THAT) and just every little thing about you, be it related to your heritage or culture or just anything about you, he fell--and he fell hard.

HE WENT THROUGH A RABBIT HOLE ON WIKIPEDIA ABOUT FILIPINO HISTORY

he stumbled across this song, and he vibed to it (he felt a little sad, maybe a little strange after learning the meaning of the lyrics, it was a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it danced on the tip of his tongue when he thought of you, iykyk what i mean)

he'd try to impress you by speaking to you in tagalog after hearing you speak it sometimes, but he used the mas malalim na tagalog and ended up confusing you 😭😭😭

"ang iyong kagandahan ay ubod ng... how do you say that word? wait, wait, uh... " (looks through the script he made to rizz you up, MOST OF IT IS IN INCORRECT TAGALOG TBH 😭😭😭)

he loves going over to your house whenever he can, he feels nice and at home with you, what more at your place where he feels so safe and comfortable?

i also like to think you two would walk outside together, play outdoors a lot, maybe visit a sari-sari store together or a store run by a local filipino nearby and show him some local filipino snacks and drinks you loved :>

HE LOVES PIATTOS

you loved feeding him piattos, like omg. and he jokingly bites your fingers when you do it, and he loves when you scream at him with a wide smile, "ANUBA" when he playfully bites your fingers as you feed him, he chuckles a lot about it and points out how someone's gotta watch their fingers when they eat this.

you two would definitely share a straw from those soft drinks in a plastic bag, LIKEEE one bag, one straw, two of you 🫶🫶🫶

HE GOT ADDICTED TO POTCHI ONCE !!!!!

"oh yo it's kirby" him at the potchi mascot

he also jokes about how you look exactly like the potchi mascot when you're blushing and pouting, AND IT MAKES YOU EVEN MORE FLUSTERED MAN

I FEEL LIKE IF YOU TWO WATCHED MARIA CLARA AT IBARRA, HE'D TAKE NOTES BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH RIZZ IBARRA HAS, ESPECIALLY IF YOU like me SIMPED FOR THE MAN

he'd also learn dancing with you if you were into it, even if you meant it as a platonic gesture, he'd savor every moment of it :>> AND IF YOU TWO DANCED THE EL BIMBO (iykyk) HE'D BE CHUCKLING AND GIGGLING AT HOW SILLY YOU TWO WOULD SHAKE Y'ALL'S HIPS AND YOU BOTH WOULD JUST ERUPT IN PEALS OF LAUGHTER AT HOW FUNNY YOU TWO LOOK WHEN DANCING IT

but deep inside, he'd already be falling deeper and deeper in love with you, wishing every day could just be like this. he wants to come over to your place all the time and just spend the day doing everything you wanna do or just nothing at all.

he loves the way your hair falls when you turn you head to look at him, he loves your sass and quips, he loves how you never take anyone's bullshit and he... he loves dancing with you. he loves holding you close and watching as the music takes you away into a freeing feeling, a feeling that only you two are in the world right now.

a/n: he listens to "ang huling el bimbo" on the way home.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @q2ie @binibinileonara

[bobbasmultiverse]

strawberries & cigarettes

8. newbie bimbo

warnings: profanity, cat and dog-ish fights, not proof-read

word count: 998

the rapid knocking sounded throughout the place as you got up to get it. mingyu had almost put his fist in your face if you hadn't moved back the slightest bit. with a glare of yours and a full-canined smile, he walked into your house, acting as if it was his own and making himself comfortable on the couch.

“so-”

“why is it reeking of a male?”

it was unexpected, really, but that didn't stop you from dropping to the ground in laughter at the man's reaction. he’d screeched, grabbing a throw pillow and shoving it your friend's way before grabbing one to protect himself.

“what the actual fuck, woman? i thought you were an intruder.” he whined, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. you saw yoon's eye flit to his biceps for a split second before she was completely looking away from the man.

mingyu huffed, standing up and crowding the room with his height alone before he moved to the kitchen. “well, this is your first date here in korea, so it's still a first. plus, it's with one of your brother's best-oh god, soonyoung is one of wonwoo's best friends.”

the bottle of water was in his hand as he zoned out with his mouth agape. “how could he do this to wonu? how could you do this to wonu? oh my god, you monsters.” he gasped dramatically, leaning back on the counter and covering his face with his hand.

“you should've signed up for theatrics instead.” you commented, feeling a ball of fur curl up at your feet as you bent down and grabbed the little guy. “i just remembered that jihoon wanted to see cheeto.”

“jihoon? the snow white from pledis cafe?” mingyu asked, dropping the act as he straightened up slightly.

you sighed. “he doesn't like going out much, okay? so stop that.”

“wait, what jihoon? when did y'all meet at pledis cafe? which page did i miss?” yoon asked, following after me into the room with mingyu trailing after us, keeping a safe distance from cheeto to not start sneezing.

“i was hanging out with hoon and gyu happened to be there…with his group of friends.” you explained, setting the feline down on your bed and plopping down next to it while mingyu took rest on the bean bag in the corner of the room and yoon laid on her bed.

“is that when he dipped on you and asked minghao to go instead-”

“i didn't ask minghao, he volunteered, okay?” mingyu protested, throwing his head back against the thing. “seokmin had something come up-”

“seokmin was hanging out with me and seungkwan.”

“you know seokmin?”

“who doesn't know seokmin, himbo?”

“sorry for asking, newbie bimbo.”

“you-”

“guys!” you cut in, throwing a pillow yoon's way to stop her from lunging at the man. “i don't want my room to be a crime scene, okay? fight in the corridor or something.”

mingyu grumbled under his breath before the pillow you directed at yoon was hitting his face. “let's t. swift and get you dressed, yeah?” she stood up from the bed with a victory smile and a well needed stretch. “i'll get us some drinks while the himbo thinks of an outfit or something.”

“so, you think my fashion sense is good?!” mingyu beamed, pointing at her accusingly, but yoon only threw him a dirty look before walking out the room, and you could only sigh at the scream that erupted from her after mingyu threw a smaller pillow at the back of her leg, making her crumble to the ground.

“aw, you look so pretty.” yoon cooed as mingyu snapped a few pictures of you from behind her.

“yes, oh my god. put on your shoes, c'mon. you're gonna be late.” mingyu urged, grabbing a pair of sneakers and dropping them in front of my feet. “i'll grab my keys and meet you at the front door.”

“okay!” you called out after him as he shut the door and you were left alone with your friend.

“ryu is gonna be home tomorrow morning, right?” you asked, tying the laces tightly and ensuring they're okay before you stood up.

“yeah, i'll be alone tonight.” she sighed dramatically, leaning on the back of the couch. “all alone, in the big place-”

“with a hot dude next door.”

she chucked a pillow at you as you dodged it with a laugh. “c’mon. even a blind man can see that you have a thing for him.”

“that himbo? never in a million years. i've already got enough on my plate.” she shooed you off, just as a knock sounded on the door.

“yeah, bang chan, of course. when are we gonna let go of him? no one knows.” you murmured to yourself, grabbing your bag and heading out of the door. “see you later, yoonie.” and then you were heading off with mingyu, with your brother probably in his room, gaming the night away.

“i know soonyoung's my friend and all, but if something you don't like goes down, i'm one call away.” mingyu stated, stopping the car in front of a restaurant.

“isn't it weird that he hasn't been home the whole day, though?” you asked, gripping the door handle but not attempting to open it.

“he was at seokmin's, probably. now go and have fun.” he urged you out, driving away once you were out of the car and back towards the dorms.

walking inside the restaurant, you took a seat on one of the tables and settled down. you were right on time for once, but soonyoung was always late so it was okay.

being ten minutes late is nothing. he probably just hasn't checked the time yet.

“would you like to order something now?”

“yes, just water till we decide on something, thank you!"

your mouth hung open, staring at the breathtaking breathless man in front of you before he smiled bashfully. “hey. sorry, i'm late.”

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pairing: kwon soonyoung x wonwoo's sister!oc, xu minghao x wonwoo's sister!oc (ft. SVT)

genre: college au, love triangle, brother's bestfriend, fwb, angst, fluff

synopsis: two minor, what you'd call, incidents, lead up to the craziest few months of your life, where you make friendships and break some and you end with having to make the craziest choices of your life; to be young and free forever, or to have the best love of all time.

bobba talks | and so the drama officially starts. its also kinda short, sorry

[the-tf-man]

The twins transformation

I'm not a native english speaker so some errors are possible.

Denis and Joel are twins that live together and both are gay and liberals. Denis has no muscles and neither has Joel. Plus by being staunch liberals they despisse everything that refers to the conservative : patriotism, masculinity, ... One day they received a flyer in their mailbox : " you're invited at the 3 m's convention" With the adress of the convention on the flyer. Intrigued they decided to go to the convention it was taking place in a hall and there were many guys invited mostly liberals or gay or both. Shortly after the présentation begins a tall, very muscular and conservative looking man appears on stage and begins talking - : " Hello everyone thank you for being here, you're here because you were choosed to be new men tonight ! You were probably wondering what the 3 m's stand for and it is for 'masculinity ! , muscles ! And machoness !' and it's what you will be in a couple of week " and suddenly the sprinklers poured a strange mist and Denis and Joel fell asleep. They woke the next day without knowing and remembering what happened the last day. While taking their breakfast they talked : - " Denis don't you feel a little too effeminate ?" - " Yes, I was thinking that we need to gain some muscles " - " Why don't we go to gym today ? " - " Yeah good idea bro ! " They went to the gym and begin doing exercices like they always did that despite being their first time at the gym. At the end of the day their bodies was twice the size of their previous bodies. They continued going to the gym for one week and their body were gaining muscles incredibly fast but that didn't bother them, they made new friends and began to feel pride for their muscles and masculinity. One day they felt the urge to relieve themselves, so they decided to watch porn but none of the gay videos were appealing it even disgusted them and by searching they found a video of à bimbo fucked by two studs that made their dicks rose to attention with the mist they gained a few inches bonus. They strocked to the video and when they erupted their homosexuality was gone forever replaced by a new macho and homophobic behaviour. The guy from the convention was right they became staunch conservative twins that show their masculinity and superiority with pride.

[cosmorice]

Lie

Pairing: businessman!eren jaeger x reader

Genre: angst

Tw: sad, no happy ending

Wc: 1.7k

Song rec: Lie by Nessa Barrett

November 10th, 2023

The yellow-hued leaves crinkled against your thickened boots as you strolled down the bustling streets of New York. Autumn here was quite beautiful, although you did prefer springtime, where the green and full trees glistened against the sun. The cold air tickles your face before your movements come to an abrupt halt. A tall man cowers above you, emerald green eyes sparkling as he profusely apologizes. You manage to give him a small smile and wave off the accidental mishap. It was rush hour after all. People have jobs and lives. You manage to get a better glimpse of him. His broad shoulders were covered in a black business suit, complimenting the loosely done bun that his brown locks were in. He seemed to be well established. You hoped to maybe, just maybe, bump into the handsome stranger once more.

November 13th, 2023

Heading home after another boring day at the office was a pain in the ass. You were not looking forward to being on the jam-packed trains. But here you were, waiting for the next train to take you home. Oh how good that sounds right now to just be snuggled in your warm bed. After about 5 minutes of watching rats crawl through the tracks, the loud train comes to a screeching halt as you begin to board. Grabbing onto the first railing you spot overhead, you notice a familiar loose bun in your peripheral view. 

“Hey, you’re the guy that bumped into me the other day.” You laugh, as he turns to face you. Those damn emerald eyes catching your gaze, as his face heats up in a light shade of crimson.

Stand clear of the closing doors please.

What were the odds that you’d see him again? Maybe god answered your prayers? Who knows. What you do wish now though, is that you never encountered him. Ever again.

December 31st, 2023

A month goes by. A month of movie dates, sleepovers, late night calls, traveling to the inner depths of the city for pizza, before he decides to make things official. It was you and Eren against the world. He began opening up about how his family resided back home in Tokyo, a family that consisted of a stay at home mom, his adopted sister Mikasa, and his now deceased father. 

The past month was a whirlwind to say the least. You fell hard and fast, along with Eren. He was charming, intelligent, humorous, and everything that you envisioned in a dream man. You could say that you were in love. 

The music was booming, as the clock struck 11:00PM. Your friends sky rise apartment overlooked the city, and lucky for you all, you got a pretty kickass view of Times Square. You were radiant the whole night, excitedly chattering away and introducing Eren to all of your friends at the gathering. Everyone adored him, some even compared him to your last boyfriend, Levi, who ended up cheating on you with some bimbo you can’t even remember. Of course Eren knew about this. Conversations flowed so freely between the both of you, and as you explained the hurt and pain that Levi caused, Eren made a promise that you were his & he was yours. Forever.

The countdown began as a drunk Anderson Cooper and Andy Cohen graced the gigantic television screen in the living room. Everyone who was oh so casually buzzed, joins in obnoxiously.

5…you turn and meet with those emerald eyes, those eyes that caught your attention that fateful November day

4…the butterflies begin to swirl, or maybe it’s the alcohol

3…eren’s beautiful smile entrances you as he takes a step forward

2…a loose strand of hair falls from underneath the beanie that dawns his head

1…his soft pink lips trap in between yours as the party erupts with joy

What a way to ring in the New Year.

June 7th, 2024

8 months since you met your other half, or so you thought. Everything happened so quickly, and maybe that’s why you both were reaching a slow burn now. It’s been weeks since he last grazed your skin. Weeks since you last felt his lips passionately overlapping yours. Now whenever he returns home, it’s nothing but a small exchange of,

“Not tonight love, I’m headed to bed. Work has been exhausting.”

The sudden disruption in your relationship was all too familiar. You dealt with this once before. He wouldn’t cheat right? Eren was one of the chairmen for a well-known party company, and it was summer which was the peak for their business. You sigh as you pour a glass of wine and linger around the living room for a moment, contemplating what your next move should be. Grabbing your phone, you shoot a text to Eren’s sister, who you’ve only communicated with via. FaceTime calls and texts.

Y/N: SOS

Mikasa: What’s going on? Just woke up

You forgot about the time gap that filled in between New York & Tokyo. Did you really want to bug Mikasa so early on in her day with this bullshit? Yes. Yes you did.

Y/N: Eren’s been acting off recently Mikasa: Explain further Y/N: He hasn’t really, done much with me in weeks. I’m not really a priority for him anymore. It’s strange how distant he’s become. Mikasa: Hmm…if it gives you peace of mind, maybe talk to him?  Y/N: Alright, I’ll keep you updated xo

Did you truly want to talk to him? Of course, but you couldn’t shake off the gnawing feeling that was telling you to look through his phone. That was the one thing that would give you peace of mind. So that’s exactly what you decided to do. Eren’s light snores filled the shared bedroom that you once held countless passionate nights in for the past two months. Tip toeing ever so gently, you swipe his phone from the nightstand before returning to the living room.

❛The hardest pill to swallow,

Is knowing that tomorrow you’re not mine❜

Your blood runs cold as a singular tear leaves a trail of moisture and warmth down your cheek before nestling in between your quivering lips. There was another woman. You instantly knew you couldn’t compete. You shouldn’t have to. If he truly loved you, he wouldn’t go astray. Not like this. Her bare breasts graced the screen, along with her toothy smile, in one of the many pictures that were exchanged between them. Who was she? A co-worker? The stereotypical secretary sleeping around for a better position? 

❛If I don’t get to have you,

Thank God our matching tattoos last for life❜

You glance down at your marked arm. In a whirlwind and drunken night out with Eren, you both decided to get matching tattoos. You remember the shocked expression that took over his face as you slurred the words ‘Let’s get tattoos’, but he agreed nonetheless. You both laughed and ran through the crowded nighttime streets of New York and headed into the tattoo parlor. As cheesy as it was, the tiny heart appears to taunt you as regret instantly clouds your mind. You knew that this wasn’t worth fighting for. What happened to him. The promise he made you. Why did he do this.

You continue to torture yourself as you scroll through more of their steamy message exchanges. The living room light emitting a faint buzzing sound as your salty tears gently tap onto the phone screen.

❛I know I can’t help,

If you meet someone else❜

Life was full of surprises. This being one of them. Although unpleasant, you knew you couldn’t control his emotions, as much as you had wanted to. The mascara dries along your reddened cheeks as you pour another glass of wine.

❛You can take her home,

She can get you high❜

You suddenly heard the heavy patter of feet behind you as you saw a picture of the two casually smoking together, Eren’s arms wrapped around the mystery girls waist with smiles plastered across their faces.

You knew Eren smoked every once in a while to help with his anxiety, and you could only assume that the two were at a party as a purple hue dawned their joyous faces.

“Y/N what are you doi-,” Eren stops dead in his tracks, hair messily displayed as he awakens from his slumber. He was caught. Red fucking handed. The tension could easily be cut with a knife as no words are spoken between the two of you. You can’t even look him in the eye as he takes a seat next to you. The fucking audacity of this man. “Listen, I can explain,” You tune him out, hearing nothing but muffled noise. You were in a daze.

❛You can hold her heart,

Even after you broke mine❜

The next few weeks were filled with Eren trying to win you over once again, only for him to be met with cold responses. Your friends were in the midst of trying to get you out of there. Why did your lovestruck ass have to sign a lease with him so quickly? Well, that’s all in the past now. If he wanted her, he can have her.

A bouquet of roses? You threw them in the trash.

A reservation to your favorite restaraunt? You didn’t bother to show.

Bringing back the daily routine you once had of him giving you a kiss and twirling you when he comes home from work? Eh, I don’t think so.

❛You can tell her that you love her,

As long as it’s a lie❜

The night when you first found everything on his phone, you saw the exchanges of ‘I love you’s’ between the pair, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. You prayed silently it was just the lust talking, and he didn’t truly love her. But what difference would it make? The damage had already been done.

Eren was broken. He felt like his world came crashing down right before his very eyes. His heart shattered inch by inch with each attempt proving to be a failure in his aim to win you back. 

July 2nd, 2024

Eren was speechless to come home with you nowhere in sight, was this just a bad dream? No. It couldn’t be. You had left. No goodbye, no note. Nothing. The apartment was cold & empty. He knew he lost you for good now. Was a quick fuck worth losing someone this important to him? His once green and dazzling eyes were now dark and gloomy, tears threatening to spill out at any given moment.

Your heart was broken in two as you sat in your new apartment, nestled in the heart of Manhattan. You wanted so badly to text Eren, but you knew in your heart, that you deserved better. Much better. Your phone vibrates beneath you.

"Shit." You hiss, forgetting to block his number.

Eren: Please, can we talk?