#the loser answers

[jj3628]

Actually WHY aren't you writing kiss with a first anymore? Like, I'm sorry if it's a bother but i miss those idiots

Oh I'm still writing! It'd take a lot to get me to STOP writing and a lot more to get me to stop writing these bozos. I'll admit though, for a bit now it's been hard to Finish anything,,, I start getting critical of my own work halfway through and stick it in the WIP folder. I never stop thinking about kiss with a fist though! And I certainly haven't stopped writing them! It's just taking me a lil longer than it used to! (Plus life, college, etc!)

Buuut here's a WIP for Bo's birthday! It's in December but I had started this early so hopefully I can get myself to finish it by then! (I took photos of the document instead of typing it all here so you might have to tap them to see it better!)

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, loudly during a live-stream where he and Gareth are just jamming: STEVIE! STEVE!!! STEVIE!!!!

Steve, from somewhere else: YEAH?

Eddie: WHAT DO YOU MISS ABOUT DATING GIRLS?

Steve, yelling back: BOOBIES

Eddie: I knew that’d be his answer. He’s a tit man,

Gareth: Was any of that necessary?

*five minutes later*

Steve, sticking his head in the room: Hey, we have a very fulfilling relationship. Everything I ever wanted, I found in you and there’s nothing I’m missing…

Steve: …I’d ask what you looked for in other guys but you were a virgin when we m-

Eddie: No, I wasn’t. Stop telling people that!

[xxotothedeathx]

Introducing....

LOSER-SUB!CHRIS STURNIOLO X DOM!READER

warnings: smut, edging kink, masturbation, sub male, slight degradition kink, losing NNN, overstimulation, oral sex (male recieving), use of y/n, little to no plot, pet names, NOT PROOF READ

details: DOM!READER will be using SHE/HER pronouns. chris lives with his girlfriend, y/n, who works at the local pet store. one day, she comes home early to find chris in a very compromising situation.

a/n: hi lovelies!! thank you for voting on my poll. as you can see, this story won! if you would still like to see the matt story, let me know!! this is my first time writing in MONTHS, so excuse me if it's bad... ENJOY!!

You walked into your apartment, noticing all the lights out. You know Chris is home, You saw his car outside, and it's only 6:00.

You slide your shoes off and walk deeper into the familiar darkness, placing your purse and jacket on the couch.

You stumble towards the hallway, tripping slightly on a cord. You come to a halt outside of yours and Chris's shared room.

You reach for the handle, turning it to open the door slightly. You stop in your tracks, the door not even halfway open when you hear a quiet whimper.

You peek your head around the door and into the room, seeing Chris lying on the bed. One arm is draped over his face, his head thrown back into the pillows. The other hand is rather low, stroking a quite intimate area very rapidly.

You step into the room fully, slightly mesmerized at the sight. You couldn't help but giggle quietly, which Chris hears.

His arm shoots off his head, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over himself as he sits up. His eyes glued to you.

"Babe, your home early..."

He speaks awkwardly, shying away under the blanket.

"That I am. What were you doing?"

You speak teasingly, walking towards the bed slowly. You know what he was doing, and he knows you know

"Nothing babe."

"Oh, so jerking yourself is nothing?"

"Shut up.."

"Weren't you bragging to Nate about how your gonna win NNN?"

"And I will. Its No NUT November, doesnt mean I can't touch myself."

"Hmm, I think I could make you lose."

You say, sitting down next to him, your hand snaking under the blanket and resting on his thigh.

"As if. I have more self control then that."

Chris speaks in a tone of courage, but the shudder his body gives and the quiet gasp he lets out says otherwise.

"Is that...a challenge?"

You speak, gently lifting the blanket off of him and crawling over him, hovering.

"Maybe."

As soon as the word left his mouth, you wasted no time. Your lips fly down, attacking his, as your hand snakes down his body to his most intimate member.

You wrap your finger around his cock, gently, causing him to gasp into the kiss. When his lips part, your tounge subconsciously shoots into his mouth, exploring it.

You begin to move your hand up and down, slowly. Your long nails, which he had paid for, adding extra sensation.

You slowly pull your lips off his, before moving them down to his neck. Leaving little bruises all over it, being sure to bite his most sensitive spot.

"Y/n.."

He gasps out your name, his hips bucking involuntarily up into your hand.

"Shh, be quiet for me.."

You mumble against his neck.

Your stroking gets faster, and his whimpers get louder.

"Y/n, Im gonna cum!"

Chris cries out, and you immediately stop the movement.

He lets out a whine and looks down at you, giving a questioning look.

You pull away from his neck, looking up at him.

"Wouldnt wanna lose, now would you?"

You smirk, crawling back up and kissing him.

This kiss is long and passionate, as he cups your cheek. Your tounges danced together in a loving fight. The heat between your bodies matching the flame of the sun.

Your hand moves back down, starting the stroking slowly. Teasing the tip of his cock, before speeding up slightly.

You pull away from the kiss, staring down at him. Watching as his eyebrows furrow, and his head tilts back slightly.

His lips pressed into a thin line, a slight sweat on the edges of his mouth. His eyes squeezed shut.

You begin moving your hand faster.

His mouth falls open, groans falling out one after another, and his head jerks back further.

You can tell hes close. So,

You stop your hand movmemt, earning a whine from him. You give him a sharp look, shutting him up before he has a chance to protest.

You climb off the bed, getting on your knees at the edge. You open your mouth to give commands, but before you can Chris is already positioned infront of you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Little slut."

You mumble, before kissing the tip of his length. He lets out a quiet whimper, before responding. Or atleast, attempting to respond.

"Im not a slu- ahh!"

His words cut off, and blend into a moan as your wrap your lips around his tip. Your tounge flicks the very top as you move your mouth lower.

He throws his head back, a stream of curses, moans, and grunts leave his mouth as your work your magic.

You push your mouth as far down and deep you can go. Taking almost all his length in your mouth. What you cant take, your hand is tightly wrapped around it and twisting.

This throws him over the edge, his head falls back as he attempts to pull away from you.

"Please, im gonna.."

Before he can finish his sentence, you feel a string of warmth fly into your mouth and down your throat. It was a salty taste, but you swallowed it all nonetheless.

You dont pull your mouth way however. You keep going.

Sucking, and bobbing your head up and down.

"To much, to much"

Chris cries out, but his hand that has found its way to your hair eggs you on, pushing your face towards him as his hips buck up into your mouth.

Whimpers upon whimpers leave his mouth, and even faster then the first time he releases in your mouth once again.

You pull away, after swallowing it of course, and look up at him.

"Loser."

"Shut the fuck up."

hope you enjoyed it ! its not the best and kinda short, but its what i got ! let me know if you have any requests !!!

[yunogf]

Jaehyun with Dazed at Prada SS25

[princemonarchempress]

i love your Mal Du Pays so much! rotating him in my minddddd

my silly little manifestation of trauma... just hanging out, having an overall pretty bad time tbh

here's a secret doodle from the back of my art folder because i can't answer asks without giving a drawing for some reason

[petitprincess1]

Pictured being a victim of SA and some asshole tells you you're a whiny cry baby loser. And they compare there gamble addiction to your trauma.

He wasn't trying to be mean, which is why he was calling himself a loser, as well. Husk wasn't going to sugarcoat nor coddle Angel Dust. Both of their situations are seriously, utterly fucked, but Husk basically offered his company. They both are struggling together.

Also, those that are thinking like you seem to ignore this lyric:

"It's time to lose your self-loathin'. Excuse yourself, let hope in."

[mystellenia]

hello love!! hope you're doing well :)

can i request ellie x reader first time? not having found the right moment for a while, maybe reader bought lingerie for ellie? fluffy would be nice :)

first time with needy!ellie ୨ৎ

summary: you and ellie cuddle up on the couch for a night in but it escalates quickly to become your first time together. you're shocked when ellie says she has a surprise for you...

content: fingering (r receiving), cunnilingus (r receiving), a little bit of loser!ellie being like sheepish with starting things, then quickly replaced by needy!ellie 🤤🤤 that's about it hehe

notes: like no plot, jumping STRAIGHT in 💕 eventual smut under the cut. sorry to the anon who requested this because it took so long to be able to update it since daddy tumblr decided to shadowban me. ALSO sorry because the request asked for ellie to be the one wearing the lingerie, but... i just can't imagine that and then write that when seattle and santa barbara ellie exist... i hope the change wasn't too bad <33

(wc 2.3k)

the windows rattled from consistent gusts of wind, chilling drafts seeping in through the edges. the weather had been particularly bad the past week, alternating between heavy downpour and whistling winds. with this, you and ellie mostly stayed in, cooped up in the comfort of fleece blankets and old cable reruns. 

the two of you now sat on the couch, your intertwined legs covered by the large throw blanket the two of you shared. ellie absentmindedly traced figure-eights on your upper thigh where her hand rested, her arm draped limply over your waist. you glance up to watch the colors of the tv dance across her face, painting multicolored hues on the freckled apples of her cheeks. reaching up, you delicately rake her hair back from her face, your hand trailing down to cup the back of her neck.  

at this, ellie rears her head back to catch your stare from where your cheek lay on her chest, your eyes flicking between both of hers. “hi,” she prompts with a curious tilt of her head, a lazy smile teasing her lips. 

you hum in response, your gaze tracing the freckles adorning the high points of her face, the caramel flecks arranged like a constellation—a constellation you’d recognize in the dark, like a fingerprint.  

ellie moves to grab your chin and press her lips to yours in a slow and simple kiss. after a moment, she pulls back to swipe her thumb over your cheek and drags her hand back to cradle your head.  

“you’re just so pretty,” she mumbles while looking at your lips, her eyes quickly flicking up and slightly widening in realization that she’d said that out loud. you smooth her hair back with both hands before interlinking your fingers behind her neck, and a rosy blush covers her cheeks at your silent stare. you pull her back in by her shoulders, feeling the heat radiating through the thin cotton of her long-sleeved henley. her tongue prods the seam of your lips in permission, which you readily grant as you give an open-mouthed kiss.  

in no time at all, the kiss grows rushed and desperate, your hands tangling in her hair and hers clawing at your shoulders. your hands begin their way down her back when she abruptly pulls away in what seems to be self-restraint, her eyes screwed tightly shut as she rests her forehead on yours. 

“hey, hey, i’m here,” you assure, easing her back to meet your eyes.  

“i’m sorry,” she starts, “i just… i…” she trails off as she finally looks into your eyes, brows drawn together tightly in almost pain. the vibrant green of her eyes had almost entirely vanished, replaced by the black of her blown pupils, her intentions now clearer than ever. 

it wasn't like you two hadn't kissed; of course you had. they'd even gotten heated like this very kiss, but ellie had never displayed such hunger in her eyes, such restraint.  

you guys didn't want to rush anything. after all, you had all the time in the world together, so why speed through things when you could take your time exploring each other? 

but now you were ready. you had been for a while, and you find the words leaving you before you even realize what it means. 

“yes,” you breathe out, eyes darting across her face in anticipation as you await her response. she begins to ask what you mean but is cut off by your hands on either side of her face pulling her into a bruising kiss, teeth clashing in a fervent dance, answering any unspoken questions.  

she deeply hums into the kiss, grabbing on to your wrists and easing you back to lay against the cloth cushions of the couch. fingers teasing the hem of your shirt, she swiftly pulls it over your head and discards it somewhere in the room, leaving you in your simple bralette as she returns to her brutal determination in dismantling you. 

you thumb the waistband of your sleep shorts, your fingers beginning to untie the bow securing them to your hips. ellie watches you shimmy your shorts down your legs slack-jawed, then pauses their journey down, blurting out, “wait, wait. i have something for you.” 

she darts off you and into your shared bedroom, beckoning you with a call of your name. you enter the room to a dark blue gift bag on the bed with a name written on it in gold script that you wouldn’t even try to pronounce. pushing the black tissue paper aside to peek in, your eye catches on the lacy strap of what seemed to be a bra, a shade of red so dark it looked black in the dimmed light of the bedroom. 

fidgeting with her hands, ellie finally addresses you. “it’ll look nice, i think. go try it on,” she instructed, her head nodding to the cracked bathroom door. 

you follow her instructions and head to the bathroom with the small gift bag in tow, the door shutting behind you with a click. you’re met with your reflection, eyes wide and mouth agape in desire. setting the bag on the counter, you begin to remove the tissue paper to reveal the set. with the better lighting of the bathroom, you begin to see the intricacy of the lace and stitching.  

pulling the bra out, you hold it up to your chest and examine it in the mirror. a wine-red bustier style bra greets you, with tulle panels along the sides and laces running down the back for corset-style tightening. setting the bra down, you reach for the matching panties of the same red color. along with them comes a garter belt embellished with silver decals, laced scalloping trimming the edges. 

after taking a moment to gather yourself, you begin to carefully slip on the pieces of the set, careful not to tear anything. you secure the bra and position the garter belt to sit snugly on your hips and smooth your hands down your body in satisfaction; it did look nice.  

you quickly wipe the giddy smile off your face at the thought of ellie’s reaction and fix your hair, finally turning to exit the bathroom. as the door slowly opens, you see ellie quickly standing up from the bed to meet you, her chest caving at her audible gasp as her gaze leisurely rakes down your figure. suddenly shy, you glance at your feet and trail your hands down your sides to dry them off.  

trying to calm the rapid rise and fall of her shoulders, she shuts her mouth and begins her journey towards you, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. “jesus,” she hisses, her hands landing on your lace clad hips and venturing to your lower back to pull you into a slow but sensual kiss, evoking a shudder to rake down your spine.  

she spins you around to walk you back to the bed, the blanket tickling the backs of your thighs as she folds over you. as she crawls over you, both of her legs tighten around one of your thighs as she nudges her knee into your core, pressing your damp underwear to your clit and making you moan into her mouth. her kisses move to your neck, and you cage her head in with your forearms, hugging her head and willing her to stay where she was. her hand moves to your left breast to experimentally swipe a thumb over your nipple, the friction from the lace making you arch your back into her hand to chase the sensation. 

ellie slowly but surely pulls back to give you a starved stare, her arousal visible in the flush of her cheeks and the huffs and puffs of her chest. your eyes meet hers as she gives you one loaded stare—a silent plead for permission to take things further. her cold palms slide from their previous position on your boobs down to your waist, then your hips as she pushes the hem of your underwear down just a hair. you place your hand over hers, agreeing with her unspoken words as you move her hand with hers to push your underwear down to your mid-thigh.  

her hand stutters on its way down your thigh, stopping your underwear on its journey off your body. she simply stares at you, at your glossy cunt and how swollen it is from neglect. her index finger trails through the crease of your thigh and hip, created by your bent and spread knees. 

you take over and completely remove your underwear and fling it to a corner of the room. ellie quickly pulls her tank top over her head, leaving her in just a sports bra and startling you in the process from the sudden movement. 

finally, her hand moves to your core while she swipes a thumb up your slit, eliciting a throaty moan from you. she begins circling your clit, her gaze locked on your face and feeding off of your little whines and cries. you fold over and yelp when she inserts her middle finger inside you, her thumb still expertly moving around your pulsing nub.  

her fingers still moving in tandem on you, she breathes, "god, you have no idea how pretty you look right now. my pretty, needy girl." you moan at her words, and she nods, as if approving of your reaction and asking for more. 

the finger moving inside you was just constantly hitting that soft, spongy spot that she found so effortlessly, and you desperately clawed at her wrist and pleaded, "waitwaitwait- el i’m- i’m gonna-" she kisses you to shut you up, but ultimately obliges as she slows her movements down to a stop. 

she brings her fingers up to look at the mess you've made of them, then moves them to your mouth before ordering, "clean 'em up, baby." 

you do just that, propping up on your elbows to take her fingers in your mouth and swirl your tongue around them, humming at the tangy taste. looking up through your lashes, you see her face and how her bottom lip is pulled into her mouth, how her eyes lazily focus on yours. 

she lays down beside you and pats her chest before saying, "come sit." 

"what?" you question. 

"come sit—like on my face," she clarifies. 

"oh, i- you don't have to do that." 

"i know that, i want to," she insists. "now come on." 

she grabs your waist to guide you up as you straddle her torso, the cloth of her sports bra deliciously tickling your glistening cunt. as you shimmy up, she locks her hands under and around your thighs, strapping you close to her mouth.  

her warm breath feathers across you, and you stifle a shudder at the sensation. you feel her nose touch your clit and you jump up, causing her to huff in frustration. 

"i swear, if you don't fucking—" she pulls you by your thighs to sit flush against her mouth, "—sit down." you harshly drop against her lips and she hums into your vulva, making you groan against the back of your hand. 

you nearly scream as she licks one flat stripe up your slit, then your hands shoot out to catch your weight as your body threatens to fold flat over when she starts making out with your cunt. kissing on you as she would do on your mouth. your knees lock around her head as you thread your fingers into her muddy hair, rocking into her sloppy kisses. 

the room now smelled of sex, your moans and cries dancing with the vulgar smacks of her tongue. she switches from sloppy kisses to calculated flicks, her tongue bringing you closer to the edge just so. 

the vibrations of her pleased moans on your clit make your legs twitch each time, and she speeds up her movements, moving down to begin fucking into you with her tongue. your body takes over as you rock into her mouth, riding the slow buildup of pleasure while rolling your hips for your clit to meet her nose with every back-and-forth.  

but when ellie sucks on your clit so hard it makes you see stars, your orgasm catches you by surprise and drowns you in an all-consuming wave of ecstasy, your vision blurred by unshed tears as you cry her name out. she doesn't stop, though—her tongue continues its violent assault, sliding through your folds with ease thanks to your endless supply of slick. 

once you come down from your high and your eyes focus once more, you see ellie's eyes, still closed, and her tongue peeking out as she cleans you up in long, flat strips. her hands guide you off her to lay on the bed next to her.  

perched up on her elbow, she looks down at you and chuckled at how you still struggled to catch your breath.  

"jesus, you taste good. i can't believe we went that long without doing anything," she announces, looking lovingly at how your hair splays around you in a halo. 

"yeah," you breathlessly respond, "that was... that- i was..." you resort to just shaking your head to convey your disbelief at her sheer skill. 

"did i fuck the words out of you?" she teases, earning an annoyed glare from you. "relax," she laughs, "i'm just playing. you don't have to answer, i already know i did," she mumbles. you would fight her on it but can't seem to find the energy to when she scoops you into her arms and kisses the crown of your head. 

ellie's "g'night, my love" is the last thing you hear before falling into a deep sleep, warm from her embrace. 

a/n: so glad to get this OUT OF MY FUCKING DRAFTS i got this req prob 19 years ago and i've just had the worst writers block. i hope u like it anon :)))

click here!! oh and here too!! ˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶

[hyperballart]

omg we can send links what! okay so i saw this and literally thought patrick seeing his ex with her new man out somewhere, and when she goes to the bathroom, he follows her, because they have unfinished business..

https://x.com/sluts_finder/status/1818757242331840612?s=46

OHHHMYGODDDDD

the house you’re at is crowded and loud bass rumbles the walls. your boyfriend is holding your waist with one hand while he converses with a group of friends. he’s so sweet to you, genuinely. he’s been preparing and feeding you concoctions of the fruity drinks that you like, placing kisses to the top of your head every once in a while, making sure you feel included with the conversation. a true gentleman through and through. you’ve been together for a few months after you went through the worst breakup of your life.

your relationship with patrick had started and ended rocky, he was far too egotistical and failed to provide commitment. it inevitably ended with a screaming match where you let him know you never want to see him again. but now you scan around the area and spot said man burning holes through you from the couch. he looked miserable, rightfully so, nursing a bottle of beer. you quickly straighten up and try to engage back into conversation but you can’t focus when you feel that burning gaze from across the room.

unable to stay still after feeling watched, you excused yourself to the bathroom knowing in the back of your mind he would follow. it’s exactly why you’re in this situation now; the skirt of your dress flipped up while patrick fucks you from behind. he has you up against the bathroom door, daring you to be loud and let people know what you were doing.

“oh—fuck baby, i missed you,” his face is next to your ear, “does he even fuck you, hm?” he pretends to not feel a sting when you nod weakly against the door, “how are you so tight right now then? choking this fucking cock, shit.” his mouth is right next to yours, you had refused to kiss him as it felt too intimate for the situation you guys were in — even if he was fucking you raw.

“shut the fuck up asshole, he’s nicer than you,” he has the audacity to chuckle in your face , “treats me like a good boyfriend should,” and even as you’re fighting to stay upright against the door you try to maintain composure.

“oh, does he now? he can’t treat you that good can he? not if you’re here getting your pussy pounded by this asshole, fuck, just feel how wet you are — this pussy doesn’t need nice” he starts moving harder so you’re knocking against the surface, “has he even fucked you bare like this? is his dick bigger than mine?”

and the answer to both of those was a no, you don’t have to respond for him to know. you start clenching in pulses around his fat cock, “i love him,” you choke out in search of a reaction.

of course that sends him into a frenzy; a hand slapping down on your ass and groping it hard after impact, “oh yeah?,” he grabs your neck and brings you fully against his chest, “you can love him all you fucking want, let him put a ring on your finger, let him knock you up —“ your neck rolls back on his shoulder while your moans increase in pitch, “but you know who this pussy really needs — and she’ll never stop craving it.” he angles himself so that his tip is vigorously hitting against the spongy spot inside you that makes you nearly black out.

a string of uh uh uhs are leaving your mouth as he continues to groan next to your face, your boyfriend would be coming around to look for you soon. you don’t even care anymore, you’d let everyone out there see you both like this if it meant you could cum. “patrick, i’m there — i’m, fuck — ”

his head falls back as he feels your pussy milking him, instantly following after and going as deep as he can to make sure none of it drips out. a little surprise for him to find later he says after you tell him he should’ve pulled out. you’re getting fixed up quickly while he continues to try to get you to stay at his place for the night, “i’m not going anywhere else with you, you fucking loser, this was a one time thing.”

and while he smirks against the sink about to make another arrogant remark there are knocks at the door , “babe, are you in here?”

[soulsofinkau]

{they finally escaped wip prison}

[jj3628]

Hi, sorry to bother, but how do you pronounce Bo's name? Is it like rainBOW, or more like BOrn? Sorry if it's a weird question

No it's not weird!! I promise!! Bo's name is pronounced like rainBOW!

[nonbinarylesbianherb]

“My letters to Rhaenyra, has there been any answer?”

Alicent I love you but, be serious

[nopanamaman]

I'm reposting the following from Twitter, but it holds equally true for all the feedback I've received on here in tags, messages, and reblogs. The responses to my video post and checking the #pafl tag have both been extremely rewarding and brought a huge smile to my face:)

Anyways,

Thank you all so much for the amazing support on 100 epitaphs!

I'm extremely grateful to everyone who shared their thoughts on the video in comments or messages, and I wish I could respond to each and every one.

Your kind words make all the work worth it and are the best motivation for me to try and make each episode better than the last.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

[toonsforkicks22]

would Pomni and gummigoo sing “Loser, Baby”?

The difference from the Hazbin version’s that Pomni and Gummigoo would make the song sound hotter 🔥

[it-one-line-at-a-time]

[Stan] "...And if you find someone worth holding on to... never, ever, let them go. Follow your own path.

"Think of this letter as a promise."

[Eddie] "A promise I'm asking you to make."

[Mike] "To me."

[Ben] "To each other."

[Bev] "An oath."

[Stanley] "See, the thing about being a Loser is... you don't have anything to lose. So..."

[Young Richie] "Be true."

[Young Eddie] "Be brave."

[Young Mike] "Stand."

[Young Bev] "Believe."

[Young Bill] "And don't ever forget..."

[Young Stan] "We're Losers... and we always will be."

[miguelhugger2099]

Hello;) I don’t remember whether you said it or not, but what was Nerd!Miguel’s first sexual experience? It’s just that in my head he literally watches films with 18+ content and again takes the behavior model from the heroes film

In general? He’s only met his hand. He knows of sex, knows people do it, people jerk off but he was the one that was like….if i’m stressed I’ll tug one out yknow? But it wasn’t something he really actively looked for—his mind set somewhere else whether it be studies or the daily mundane. So he wasn’t really affected by the brain rot of porn.

He loses his V card to you, obviously (eventually). Think of it like his real sexual awakening came from you. At first he’s disgusted with himself, stroking himself to the thought of you. But he can’t help it! Your pants fit too well, shirt cut too low, smell more enticing. He’s pathetic when he does it, masturbating in his room with just the image of seeing you that day. Whining desperately, keeping his shirt up with his teeth, glasses skewed while bucking his hips in his fist.

When you first get together: the option of sex is now available. But because of his inexperience, he’s shy and isn’t really touchy just in case you don’t want him to touch you. He hasn’t delved too much in pornhub and none of it would matter anyway because he’s only attracted to you. So he does what any loser would do and that is research! He’s looking up forums, fanfiction, books he could buy, sneak a peek at your own bookshelf—anything that he could do and model himself after so you could enjoy yourself.

After all that, my Nerdy!Miguel ends up more on the worship/sub side :) He’s a pleaser with whatever you want him to do but sometimes just a bit he’ll go numb and dom you if he’s pushed too far. His personality is more reserved but he knows his strength and big build too! It’s only when he’s pushed too far or when he’s just extra needy. Either way!!! He’s clawing at the floorboards on his way towards you for a smidge of your attention !

[sacriou]

Whatever even.