#bub!reader

[darby-rowe]

you’ve noticed a pattern during your nightly dives into pornography. typing into the search bar, it became natural to search for terms such as “hairy man”, “older man young woman”, “rough fuck”, etc, etc…

but it got you off. it got you off sooo fucking good, so you kept running back to the same videos that made your clit throb beneath your fingers. didn’t even have time to take out your favorite dildo to fuck yourself before you were cumming like crazy.

your parents slept in the bedroom down the hall, but that didn’t stop you from letting out soft whimpers that escaped your throat. you could have bit down on your lip to prevent you from making noise, but you felt too good. too fucking good. just talking to the video like the actors can hear you.

“y-yeah, fuck her, fuck her hard, yes, ugh—“ you quietly babbled to yourself, eyes trained on the close-up of the man’s thick, veiny cock piston-fucking the younger woman’s pussy. his balls were full and slapped against her clit in wet claps that reverberated in your airpods. your eyes glazed over, mouth falling open as you abused your throbbing, swollen clit. your phone trembled in your hand.

your thoughts flashed back to the photo logan sent you. and that’s what made you finally cum.

“fuck, i’m cumming—“

the symphony of the actors moaning and grunting, skin slapping, the image of logan’s huge cock did things to your body that made you come undone with tremors. you could feel your pussy cream with each pulse of your orgasm, back arching off the bed, cursing to yourself. your fingers didn’t leave your clit until it fucking hurt to touch it.

post-nut clarity hit you hard that night. you decided to sleep it off, and hoped your feelings would be gone by the morning.

[techwrecker]

⚠️PSA⚠️

‘Bub’ means BROTHER or BUDDY or PAL.

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD stop making Wolverine call reader ‘bub’. 😭

List of alternatives I personally think would be in-character:

(note: these are NOT all gender neutral)

-Sweeheart

-Darlin’

-Doll/Dollface/Babydoll

-Sugar

-Princess

-Angel

-Baby/Babygirl

-Love/My Love

-Lover

-Daisy

-Sunshine

-Goodlookin’

-Hot-stuff

[cherrywineisawaltz]

Wolverine writers, you are doing such a service but please, please, please please PLEAASSEEE stop making Logan say bub every other sentence and let us think about the CONTEXTTTT in which he uses bub in the movies, it is NOT a cutesy little nickname 😭😭

[izzydracula]

MDNI!!

Note: there are descriptions of afab genitalia. This is my VERY FIRST SMUT. Also I don't know what that ending is I'm sorry

Literally the same scenario has been running through my head for WEEKS.

Picture this, being in a poly relationship with Logan Howlett and Billy Butcher. We all know that they're both dominant as fuck. They would absolutely control your orgasms.

Anyway, Billy is walking upstairs to the apartment you all share after a long day of chasing supes (ironic innit?). Once he gets to the top of the stairs he hears your voice. Though muffled, it's still sweet and melodic to his ears, making his heart rate rise even more. As he gets closer to the door, the clearer your voice became. It was whiny, the volume of it increasing with every passing second.

He knew what you were up to behind that closed door, and he wasn't happy. You could have whatever your heart desired, whenever you wanted it. He made sure of that and Logan did too. Their only rule was they had to provide you with that sweet release by any means necessary. Even though he could feel the frustration build within him over the fact that you disobeyed both of them, he couldn't help the straining in his pants as he turned the doorknob. Relishing the state he would find you in when he caught you red handed.

As he walks into the apartment, he spies the couch that faces away from him, only being able to see the top of your head. But he's more interested in the symphony of wet squelching accompanying your now breathy moans. He can only imagine how deep your fingers are reaching, how fast you're fucking yourself with them to make such delectable noises.

Logan isn't with you, as far as he can tell because the your living space is far to quiet, save for the sounds your wet hole is making. Logan is feral when it came to you. He's not ashamed that he loses all control too.

"Alrigh' Daddy's home and he ain't too hap-" he begins in a strict tone, as he comes to face the side of the couch. Mesmerized by the view before him. There you are, legs pressed against your chest, with Logan's mouth suctioned to your clit, fucking you with his fingers at a brutal pace. He could feel his cock start to throb by now.

You lull your head to look at him and Logan does his best to turn to the sound of his voice, but you've got a death grip on what you've deemed Logan's 'kitty ears' to keep him in place. And even from that angle Billy can see how black Logan's eyes have become. Blown pupils blown out with lust.

"Well, poppet, what 'ave we here?" His infamous smirk adorning his face. He cradles yours and runs a thumb across your bottom lip.

"How'd you get Wolvie 'ere to keep 'is trap shut? Can never stop growlin' and groanin' when he's buried face first in that sweet cunt." After he says this Logan finally is able to get you to let up in his scalp, breaking free of your grasp just for a moment.

"I could hear you coming up the stairs. We wanted you riled up, ain't that right bub?" Logan asks you, your juices visible on his lips and chin.

"Fuckin' supes."

"

[maybank5]

𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞

pairing ⤜ yn x rafe cameron

summary ⤜ a little bit of rafe fluff + topper's sister y/n for the lovely @a-j-stuffs

a/n ⤜ i hope you like this a lot babe, and thank you so much for all the support!!

Growing up, you'd always heard about The Enduro, but it was never something that had previously caught your interest. You were far too concerned with your books and your studies to really care about a bunch of dude-bros riding bikes around the sand. So when your brother, Topper, invites you to come along with him when you're home from your first year of college, you can think of a thousand other things you'd rather do. Until he raises his brows and says, "Rafe's riding, you know." And that right there, gets your attention.

Rafe has been Topper's best friend for as long as you can remember, and equally as long, your not-so-secret crush. You'd spent most of your teenagehood thinking you were so stealthy. You tried not to stare, tried to not fawn. Every time Rafe Cameron would come around, you'd instantly find something to busy yourself with and an excuse to leave the room, the house, the island entirely. It'd been since Christmas since you'd last seen him, and your heart had nearly gotten tangled in your throat as you'd seen him pull into the drive and hop out of his Range Rover. You'd hid the whole afternoon in your room. You were nineteen now. Had a whole year of college under your belt. This whole secret-crush/hiding thing was getting a little ridiculous. Topper had been teasing you about it non-stop since you'd gotten home and casually asked what Rafe had been up to lately. Your secret crush apparently not-so-secret after all. You weren't that little kid anymore, and you were tired of the constant hiding. So, surprising yourself, you hopped up from your bed and said, "I'm in!"

Topper laughed, "Knew you'd be."

"Shut up!" You give him a shove as you scurry out of your bedroom and head downstairs. You check your reflection in the mirror of the entry way, and deciding you looked decent enough and giving your hair one final fluff, you follow Topper out to his car.

When you pull up to the beach, you're surprised to see just how big a turn out there is. You knew The Enduro was a big deal, but you just didn't realize it was this big a deal. Two announcers set up on the high lifeguard lookouts, megaphones in hand to narrate the excitement. Topper leads you over to the line of racers, already mouting their bikes.

"C'mon," Topper says, "Let's go say hi."

Your heart is in your throat again and there's butterflies in your stomach. Still, you're determined not to be that scared, shy little kid again. You hold your head high, square your shoulders, and follow him right to Rafe's bike.

Rafe's bike is his pride and joy. He takes care of that thing like it's his baby, and it's paid off. The bike is gorgeous, glistening in the sunlight. And then there's Rafe himself. He's standing next to it, running a gloved hand over her seat. He's dressed for the race, and your jaw drops slightly at just how damn good he looks.

"Hey, man," Topper lifts his chin in greeting.

"Hey!" Rafe turns, taking off his helmet and holding it under an arm. His eyes fall to you, and you hope it's not just your imagination picturing it when his eyebrows go up slightly. "Y/N, home from school already?"

"Just got in yesterday," you say, surprised at how level your voice sounds. Even just a few months ago, it'd have been quivering with nerves. Not today though. Today is different, you're determined for it to be different. You run a hand through your hair, "You think you can win this thing?" You ask with a playful smirk.

Rafe's brows shoot up again and he and Topper exchange a look. Rafe chuckles, "Babe," he says, making your stomach dip, "It's not even a question."

"We'll see about that," the blonde on the bike beside him snarls.

"Shut up, Maybank," Rafe rolls his eyes, "You gonna be waiting for me at that finish line?" He asks, attention back on you.

"Maybe. Give me something worth waiting for, huh?"

Rafe's jaw drops ever so slightly. He turns to face Topper as you saunter off to go stand with the rest of the Kook side. You feel Topper and Rafe's stares on you, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't care. Did you do okay? Was what you said alright? You were totally out of your element here and this whole flirting thing and trying to draw attention to yourself was entirely new to you. Still, it'd felt good to make Rafe Cameron's jaw drop.

The announcers started the count and Topper came back to stand next to you. He grabbed a few drinks from a cooler and handed you one.

"What the fuck was that?" He asks, tapping his bottle of beer to yours.

"What?" You shrug, "Just talkin' to Rafe."

"Yeah, uh-huh."

"C'mon, it's not like you haven't been bugging me about having a crush on him. You invited me here with the promise he'd be here. Like dangling a damn carrot."

"I don't want you thinkin' about Rafe Cameron's carrot, okay?"

"Damn it, Top. That's not what I meant."

Topper laughs, "I know, I know. You two wouldn't be the worst thing, you know. You're gonna pretend I never said this, but I think you'd be good for him. His family situation has been kind of a mess, and I think you would be good for him. Grounding to him. He needs someone like that I think. But you didn't hear that from me."

"Got it," you give him a wink.

The bikers are off, and you feel the adrenaline race through your veins as you watch Rafe take the lead. You can't help but jump up and down, screaming with the rest of the crowd that's gathered to cheer them on, both Figure Eight and The Cut alike.

The announcers say Rafe still holds the lead, Maybank is close on his heels. Your stomach is doing somersaults as you jump up and down, screaming his name. He's got this, you know he's got this.

Rafe comes in first, just like you knew he would. The blonde, Maybank, tosses his helmet into the sand and starts yelling. Some of his friends gather around him but you aren't paying attention to that. Instead, you run right to Rafe. He pulls his helmet off, grinning as he sees you.

"You did it!" You say.

"Of course," he smirks, "Someone told me to give them something worth waiting at the finish line for. Which I have to say, Y/N...I didn't expect that from you."

You blush, "Too forward?"

"You hear me complaining?" Rafe gives you a look, "It's just unexpected, that's all."

"Just wanted to make sure I had your attention."

Rafe lets out a little laugh of disbelief, "Y/N, you've always had my attention. My attention has always been yours. From day one."

Your stomach fills with butterflies again, and you don't even try to fight the blush on your cheeks. "You haven't gotten your prize yet," you say.

"And what might that be?" Rafe asks, taking a step forward. His hand tangles into your hair at the nape of your neck as you tilt your head up to meet his eye.

"I think you know, cowboy."

"Cowboy, huh?"

"Yup," you nod, "A cowboy on a steel horse."

Rafe chuckles, "I like the sound of that."

His lips draw closer to yours, and he claims his prize like he was born for it.

"Alright, alright!" Topper pulls you apart, "I'm totally cool with this, one hundred percent fine, as long as you keep that to a minimum."

"Hey, Top," Rafe drawls, not taking his eyes off yours, "Go rub my win in Maybank's face, will you?" You giggle as he presses his lips against yours. You hear Topper let out a mumbled curse as he heads over to where Maybank and his friends are gathered.

"Now...where were we, hmm?" Rafe asks.

"Remind me," you grin.

You don't have to tell him twice.

[bubbledtee]

2019 james got me feeling some things…

he’s just so big house cat coded

and also just. so big. now, i’m 5’0”, i’ve got stubby little legs and little arms and i just come up to his shoulder. this man is fucking massive and i cannot stop thinking about it.

need him fucking me on his lap in front of a mirror and he pulls my legs over his arms so i can’t close them and just absolutely rails me 😵‍💫 saying the nastiest shit in my ear and not stopping until i can barely keep my head up

ugh fee. don’t do this to me.

he absolutely uses your size kink to his advantage. he does everything he can to make you feel all small next to him and it works. he leans down to hear you better, towers over you constantly, puts his huge hand over your smaller ones, gives you his huge shirts to wear. ugh.

nd he loves lifting you like you’re nothing when he fucks you because it just gets you so braindead. he’ll have you from behind and just start lifting you until he’s holding pretty much all of your weight while fucking you and kissing your neck.

he’ll also lean forward and press his tummy against your back when taking you from behind just so you feel super tiny. and he’ll be groaning in your ear like “doin so good takin’ daddy’s big cock in your tight little pussy, baby. i know it must be so hard for such a tiny girl to take a big old man’s cock like this.”

sigh i am so depraved

[shotmrmiller]

nobody notices until bub asks why his skeleton has a front tail 😂

ghost being the dad who likes to leave his brain at work and is about to correct her and reader has to shove her fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet (cuz she can't slap a hand over it, he's too tall) and she has to say that bub's soooo right it's a tail good eye dude~ while simon's licking at her fingers.

[darby-rowe]

ᯓ today, I feel like pleasing you.

KINKTOBER 1ST. DAD'S BEST FRIEND!LOGAN HOWLETT X BUB!READER.

18+ | nsfw | mdni wc. 1.2k+ cw/tags. FAUXCEST, age gap (r is 21+), brief cunnilingus & blowjob, first time, p in v, usage of the phrase "little girl", unprotected sex, creampie, not proofread notes. happy kinktober 1st you freaks! here's the smutty installment in the dbf!logan x bub universe. sorry if you don't like it. title is taken from Today by Jefferson Airplane.

The first kiss was troublesome.

Locked away in the far corner of your queen-sized bed, his hands gently guiding itself up your leg, then it happened.

There was so much alcohol in his breath you swore you yourself must have gotten drunk off the way he breathed life into you. Yet the supposed life that found itself nesting in your lungs was something you’ve never felt before.

Taboo. Horribly, horribly wrong.

The kiss made your stomach feel queasy every time it entered your mind after the fact, however it made you feel like you were walking on air as well. Your dirty little secret, safely carried in the arms of you and Logan Howlett.

Your father would drop dead.

Things progressed after the kiss. He became more bold, touching you in more forbidden places that no man has ever touched before. It was all so new. Exciting. There was a rush that clouded your brain every time the older man gave you attention.

“Let your uncle take care of you,” he’d whisper to you.

Every single time.

Oh, it was dirty. So fucking dirty how the tone of his voice had you knowing he meant it. Your “uncle”. His “niece”. His pretty, young, smart, and bright niece who was so fucking ripe and ready to be eaten. The noises he made as his tongue swirled your already swollen clit, locking your fingers into his thick hair, wanting to grind against his hot tongue but ultimately being locked down by his strong arms.

Your hand slapped itself across your mouth each time you had to make a noise, desperately muffling the sounds of dirty dancing happening in your own bed. Your other hand kept jumping from fisting the sheets to fisting Logan’s hair to squeezing your own breast. In this state of being stimulated far beyond your own comprehension, you just didn’t know how to handle your body.

“Fuck,” you squeaked, feeling his nails unintentionally dig into your flesh, your thighs shaking as you grow closer and closer to making a mess of his beard.

It wasn’t planned, the sob that left your mouth when Logan pulled away just as you were about to see god.

“Why did you—”

“Legs up, bub,” Logan cut you off, making you gasp as he threw your legs back, completely spread open to him and any curious being who could walk in at any moment. You instinctually go to close your legs and cover your face, but he’s just so strong. So determined to watch as he takes you for the first time ever.

“Look at me, pretty girl,” he whispered, taking your hands off your face. You laid bare to him, like you had never laid bare to anyone before. Vulnerable and wet just for him.

The look on his face as he scanned you up and down in the position you were basically forced into will never leave your mind.

“Gonna make you feel good, ‘kay, bub?”

You just nodded, mind racing with how many possible roads this could go down. Everything felt like a blur as Logan unzipped his jeans, fishing out his rock-hard cock and began to stroke it in front of you. He was leaking at the tip, balls so full and swollen you could only imagine how long ago it was since he last jerked off.

He asked if you wanted a taste, and it took you a moment to consider. You’ve only ever fellated fake cocks in silicone form, and even so they were tiny in comparison to the monster hiding in Logan’s pants.

You nodded again, opening your mouth as he slipped in his cock inside past your lips. He fucking groaned upon first contact with your tongue, being careful to not shove his whole cock down your throat.

But you could tell that he really, really wanted to.

You felt your jaw begin to ache while keeping it open for his size. If you closed your eyes, you could concentrate on the subtle throb of his shaft, and the way your saliva accumulated around him. You were slicking him up just for you — to make the process easier.

He pulled out of your mouth right when you were beginning to memorize his taste, and it slightly disappointed you as you were enjoying your oral fixation being satiated. Your lips, parted slightly and drenched in your own spit, and Logan’s cock making its way to your swollen, soaked pussy.

He made sure to warn you just before sliding himself in. You couldn’t lie, it was a stretch, and it was an odd feeling to situate yourself in. You wanted to say that it hurt but that was untrue.

Just odd. Foreign. But not painful at all.

In fact, Logan was even surprised when you told him you were okay. Before you knew it, he was effortlessly sliding his dick in and out of you until it turned into him pounding into your pussy, arms wrapped around you as he held you close.

You had reason to believe this is when Logan fell apart.

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, keeping in all the lewd and pornographic noises that wanted to escape you, but some whimpers and small moans escaped.

“‘S good, bub?” Logan grunted in your ear, eliciting a shaky yes from you, digging your nails into his back and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your eyes screwed shut, concentrating on that familiar throb you felt in your mouth just moments ago.

If someone came up to you and asked you how it felt to get fucked like this, you wouldn’t know how to answer. It was just good. Fucking great, even. You wanted to sob, cry, wail out to Logan how good he was making you feel.

“Oh my little girl. My fucking little girl,”

He was like an animal in your ear: grunting and growling as he pounded you with little regard. He was getting louder, nastier. Treating you like a pocket pussy he had a forbidden affair with.

However, the way his arms locked around you as he buried his face in your neck made you feel a type of intimacy you had never felt before. Something so primal yet affectionate, making dirty noises in your ear as he fucked you. Taking your sweet virginity that he so desperately chased after for months.

“Tell me how good uncle Logan is fucking you,” he panted into your neck.

It was hard to form words. Your mouth opened and tiny choked sobs managed to crawl out of your throat, but no words.

“You gotta tell me, baby,” he panted again. But this time, there was a tinge of desperation edging his plea, like he could fucking tear up at any moment. Begging. “Tell me how good your uncle is fucking his little girl,”

Your virgin pussy throbbed, clenching around his cock.

“‘S good, uncle Logan. Fuck me. Fuck me, please…”

It took you by surprise how fast Logan emptied himself inside you, feeling his seed pump deep, knowing his balls were pulsating as they shot out cum. That knowledge was enough to make you cream around his dick, biting down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet.

The moments after were uncomfortably quiet, with him still holding you with his cock softening inside you.

Your breath steadies. Your mind clears. And your body cools.

Your dad would murder Logan if he found out about this.

[s4no]

Congratulations on your milestone 🫶🏾🫶🏾 How about IJOK with Draken

[ i ]: intensity - how intense is the sex? what’s his pace like? sex with draken can go one of two ways: it can be slow and lazy, or it can be passionate and intense; there's really no in between. when it's the latter, he demands you maintain eye contact as his hips collide with yours. the intensity of his aura saturates your senses until it's all you can feel. until you two are the only two people in the world— or dare he say, the whole goddamn universe.

[ j ]: jack off - how does he masturbate? he usually jerks off in the shower after a long day of work. he'll fuck his fist after scrubbing off all the dirt and grime from the shop, head tipping back and low groans rumbling up from his chest while he works his hand up and down his length.

[ o ]: oral - how skilled is he at oral? does he prefer giving or receiving? draken plays your body like a finely tuned instrument and the act brings him even more pleasure than you dropping down on your knees for him. his tongue dips into you in a dizzying rhythm, calloused fingertips spreading your folds open, baring all of you to him so no part goes untouched. he feels at home between your legs, and he knows it's a cliché to say, but he could spend hours with your thighs wrapped around his head.

[ k ]: kinks - what’s a kink or two of his? he likes when you suck on his fingers while he fucks you. pressing his middle and index fingers against your lips, you automatically open your mouth and let them stroke against your tongue. if you ever want to tease him in public, all you have to do is wrap your plush lips around his digits and he'll be dragging your ass into the nearest restroom for a quickie.

nsfw alphabet

[boltwrites]

hey quick before i lose all motivation somebody send me logan howlett/wolverine requests

i will write for any gender and i promise not to make him call reader bubs while they’re fucking

[spidervee]

Just losing myself in the idea of bookshop owner!reader and tangerine. fem!reader; hella cursing; mentions of terminal illness; tan being an angsty boy; possible I might continue this little ditty 🌻🐝 (p.s. taking requests till dec 31)

Tangerine’s not quite feeling himself.

He’s really going through it and slips out of the rain into the first used bookshop he sees. He’s in New York and has never been in this one before, but he likes the way there’s candles burning, even if the first thought he has is “some fuckin’ insurance adjustor prick’s worst fuckin’ nightmare.”

They’ve got a job that night, he and Lemon, and for the first time ever Tangerine is having doubts about the morality of it all. Fuckin’ Tokyo changed him. Made him soft, he thinks, or maybe made him smart. Made him want to get out of the game, he thinks, but what else is there for a bloke like him? A wife? (She’d have to be a bloody saint to deal with the likes of him). Kids? (Little nippers would drive him crazy, he’s certain). A dog? (…actually, that sounded quite nice so long as he’d never have to go John Wick on any bloke, because he wouldn’t hesitate).

For now, Tangerine reasons, he’ll just have to settle on a book.

And he’s idly moving along the shelves, impressed by the small collection of first edition Dickinson and Emerson titles that have been amassed, his fingers hovering reverently over their spines.

Until he sees you—a sweet-looking thing in a floral get-up that’s garishly at odds with the shite weather outdoors, but for some reason he likes it. Even if his first thought, as he watches you reach to replace something on a shelf over your head, is that your hemline might sneak up just a little further, on accident of course, and he might catch a further glimpse of your thighs.

But you bustle away before he can be a lech and as if you haven’t seen him at all.

And so he’s left there with Emily and Ralph and, he notices now, Langston—whom he pulls from the shelf, dust unsettling to dance in the air around him.

Something catches in his chest, then, because he remembers how he first knicked a copy of Hughes’s collected works for the foster mum he and Lemon had lived with when they were twelve. She’d loved poetry—was the closest thing they’d ever had to family besides each other—with her lilting accent and her deep brown eyes. But shit never lasts. Seven months in and she’d sat them down. Told them about that bullshit diagnosis that gave her three more months, tops, and they knew, faces stoic and unmoving even at that tender age, that they’d be shuffled to somewhere else.

In a moment of forgetting himself—or perhaps in a moment of absolute indulgence to his real and baser self—Tangerine slips the book into the front of his suit jacket. Easy doing. He doesn’t rush out, confident in his theft, taking the time to browse a little while longer before he strolls to the front of the shop to leave.

It’s still piss pouring out there and he scoops up the umbrella he left at the door, about to open it when a soft, tentative voice interrupts.

“Sir?”

He should just keep walking. Just step out into the bloody hurricane and disappear into the crowd. But instead, he turns.

And then he’s face-to-face with you.

And there’s something glinting in your eye—some spark of really seeing—that’s a little unnerving coming from someone wearing such a goddamn sunny dress.

And he knows he’s right and truly fucked.

[baby-dr1ver]

Omg! Is it bad to be excited for angry Lando, but also the femdom lando!?!

NO I GET IT

like, we all want to know what angry Lando is like bc I feel like he’d be a little toxic at first and then just like….take his mf anger out. like he’d GO FOR IT, full throttle, no holding back.

however, there is the side that likes to be coddled. he looooooooves to be babied and overstimulated. YOUR GONNA TELL ME THIS MAN WOULDNT CALL YOU MOMMY AND BEG TO CUM OVER AND OVER???

[qiwoomi]

did u guys hear alhaitham's laugh during the event quest?? I wish I could record it cause I was so shocked like??? him laughing??? it's so cute even tho he's mocking kaveh at that time 😭🤍

now I'm thinking thoughts so expect more fluffy fics of him . . . 💭

[bubbledtee]

┍━ ☽ 【❖】 ☾ ━┑

" i'm lonesome, but happy. rich, but i'm broke "

" and the lord knows the reason. "

" i'm just a cowpoke. "

┕━ ☽ 【❖】 ☾ ━┙

( ranch hand!james )

[a-library-of-old]

ilysm pookie (platonic) also brahms and billy are up here too dw!! and which dogs am i petting bc it aint gonna be ur concrete grippers /j anyways idk if you do requests but possibly if you do could i get billy lenz and maybe bubba with a goth s/o?

Ily2 pookie bear/p

Why not?! They beggin!/j

As for the hcs tho? Of course!!!!

Billy!

-So there's a lotta diffrent types of goths and such but no matter what category you fall under he's supportive!

-Will happily watch you get ready for the day trying to help via handing you things and giving suggestions between his other actions and such

-speaking of them? He's a fidgety boi so between those helpful actions expect him to mess with piercings if you have any, fuzzy or dangly parts of your outfit, and or things like that not to mention how sometimes he'll say this or that and not exactly mean it

-I do think he'd be down to try some aspects of it out with you but nothing to permanent, expect it to be one off things or occasional as he finds comfort in his hoodie and bell bottom outfit he wears most of the time

-if your a goth that likes to dye your hair? Keep him away from the hair dye please for the love of you, him, and the cat

-expect lots of white cat hair on your darker colored clothes especially

[darby-rowe]

you weren't exactly expecting to see dbf!logan when you got home late. it almost makes you take a step back upon first glance, watching him emerge from the hallway where your bedroom resided. he looks flushed, constantly adjusting his clothing when he sees you. you've only ever seen him chill and relaxed.

"hey bub," logan greets you, vaguely gesturing towards you standing there. "you're, uh... home late,"

"uhhh—"

"weren't expecting me, were you?" he asks, softly laughing off the clearly unexpected encounter between the two of you.

you shrug sheepishly. "can't say i ever expect you," you avert your eyes as your bag slowly slides off your shoulder. "where's my dad?"

"he went out to get beer. you know how that stuff never lasts between two old men... wait, you haven't been drinking, have you?"

you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "uh... no," you answer, truthfully. "but there's a 6-pack of smirnoff red white and berry in the fridge with my name on it,"

logan lets out a soft, yet intrigued oh when you mention your drink of choice, almost as if he were expecting a different answer. "vodka, huh?"

you shrug again. "i can't drink it straight, though. i have to, y'know, mix it..."

"well, yeah, you're... young,"

the way logan says young sends chills up and down your spine. "yeah, i guess so," you say, followed by a sigh. "well, i'm gonna head back to my room and leave you be. don't get into trouble,"

logan gives you a less-than reassuring pat on the shoulder. "we're adults, kid,"

the weirdness you feel in the pit of your stomach doesn't leave upon entering your sanctuary that is your bedroom. something's off, like an intruder made themselves comfortable in your private space.

your eyes fall upon your dresser. there are bundles of clothing peeking out from above the draws, making them unable to close all the way. it looks like someone rushed through the job of putting away clean clothes, which is unlike you. you make sure all your clothes fit and are neatly put away.

but what's really bothering is just how sporadic your underwear draw seems to be, as you open it and see what used to be folded and neat now looks like they were shoved in at the last minute.

unfortunately, your mind starts putting the pieces together.