Imagine you’re Joyce Byers and your boyfriend died a few hours ago and you just got done exorcising a demon out of your son and you get back to your house that was already trashed but now there’s also an unconscious teenage asshole with a mullet and a needle sticking out of his neck in the middle of your living room and there’s food all over your kitchen floor because one of your son’s stupid friends put one of the monsters that killed your boyfriend in your fridge. And also you have to go and vote in like two days cause if you don’t your other son is gonna get really pissy about the fact you didn’t do anything to try and stop Reagan from getting re-elected
a/n — i finally locked in for u anon!! not proofread, and i've never written for him before, so i really hope it's okay :p i'll get better, but here is my first (very long) attempt as i try and get out of a bit writing slump lolol!! thank u sm for da req
𝓐 = aftercare (what is he like after?)
he's quiet, yet hovers. his hands don't leave your body, running up and down your sides and arms, all while barely speaking a word. the silence, albeit unnerving at first, becomes comforting with him. he doesn't default to the thought of himself needing aftercare just as much as you, so when you do the same soft stuff for him, he's confused until he isn't. though, he won't make it easy for you, always insistent that he's more concerned with you. from getting you a glass of fresh water to bringing you whatever you need, miles will do anything as long as you're okay.
𝓑 = body part (what's his favorite body part of himself/yours?)
on himself, miles doesn't exactly have a favorite part of his. maybe his hands? they do a lot. he thinks they look nice with a black spider crawling up and down them, pale in contrast. or maybe his black, beady eyes that freak everyone out. actually, he doesn't exactly love that part of them. but you did say you love them. that's what makes him love them. your compliments hold the most weight to him, and nobody holds a candle to you.
miles can't name a single part of your body that he isn't utterly infatuated with. call him obsessive, and he'll agree. he finds beauty in every inch of you. from the plush of your lips as he kisses them and the soft look in your eyes that he earns when he compliments you to the sight of your chest and pussy while he fucks you—he could never pick a favorite part of you. he'll scoff and give you all the reasons he loves every part of you, tongue and hands proving it with teasing movements.
𝓒 = cum (anything involving it)
he loves making a mess in the heat of the moment and it turns him on. he doesn't hide it, either. pulling out at the last second to cum all over your pussy, grinding himself against you as it spills over you. he lets it taint your thighs, your navel, and if the position welcomes it, your chest and face, too. call him perverted for it, he welcomes it. he knows what he is. he's heard it before. he just doesn't care when he gets to see the milky liquid gather on your lip, thumb picking it up and bringing it into your mouth to clean off.
tell him to cum inside of you and watch the devilish grin that forms on his lips, not wasting a second to start fucking you a little harder to do just that. sure, he would've done it anyway. but when you tell him to... god, that makes his stomach stir.
𝓓 = dominant (does he take control?)
absolutely. he prefers taking control because it feels safest for him. he struggles with boundaries, as well, and he can be overbearing in his dominance because of it. he'll recite phrases that are overtly predatory, albeit never with bad intentions. he'll make you look at him or else he'll stop, tease you endlessly, cover your mouth when you get too loud... he won't hesitate to do any of these things and more.
"shh. be quiet and let me fuck you." miles mumbles, palm splayed over your mouth to keep you quiet as his cock drags in and out of you with an increased fervor. "i know you like it. tell me how good i'm making you feel." he grins. when you let out a muffled moan against his palm, his grin grows, "can't talk?" he lowers his voice as he fucks into you harder, thrusts directed at your g-spot, "what a shame."
and before it gets too much, when you're teetering between overwhelming pleasure and a need for less, miles always seems to know when to do just that. less. that's what makes him good at being dominant, you think—knowing when you need soft and when you need hard without a word spoken.
𝓔 = experience (how good is he? how many lovers has he had?)
he doesn't have a good grasp on what sex should really be like with a lover. his perception is skewed with childhood trauma and violent portrayals of what should be an intimate experience with a partner he really loves. that's not to say he isn't good because of these things, though. his hands are far from delicate and his pace is punishing, but when it makes you cum on his cock for the first time, he can't find it in himself to care that it's unconventional, the way he makes love.
with bleary eyes tightly knit shut, you grip at miles sweater desperately to ground yourself while he fucks you into the night. the backs of your thighs ache from how harshly his skin meets yours when he thrusts into you and your heart is heavy when he leans down right over your face to talk to you.
"you can take it. i know you can." he'd nod, determination outweighing experience. the words are a mix of alluring and comforting, a reminder that even beneath his cold exterior, he cares about you. he cares so goddamn much it hurts. even with harsh yet uncoordinated thrusts, you're writhing under him. you're happy—that's all he needs.
𝓕 = favorite positions
miles loves to try new interesting, different positions that many don't venture out of their comfort zone to try. though, he does love the classics. you two have sex too often to not do your fair share of those, too.
bending you over and sitting you on different surfaces is where he starts. he'll fuck and go down on you just about anywhere around the house, so those happen often. everything else comes from his imagination. when it's late at night and he's alone, thinking about how he'd fuck you if you were there. he could get creative when left to his own devices, never allowing you to get too comfortable.
otherwise, you two find yourselves in positions like doggy, cowgirl, or missionary on normal days. another guilty pleasure is fucking you on your side, from behind or front (though from behind is his favorite). it's perfect for late nights and early mornings when he can just slip past the little fabric you two wore to bed. these positions are all more convenient and less tedious than trying new things all the time. a nice balance.
𝓖 = grooming (how does he keep his hair?)
he doesn't upkeep it. black curls sit below his navel and he doesn't have any care or desire to do anything about them. why would it change anything? it doesn't. whether you have hair or he does, he doesn't care, and he certainly has no preference about what you do with yours. all he cares about is whether he can touch you or not.
𝓗 = humor (is he more silly or serious?)
more serious than silly. he's not immune to sarcasm and sass, especially when he loves to tease, but he's not cracking jokes to lighten the mood. he likes the tension. the heavy feeling of the pressure weighing on the both of you in the dark of the room, bodies on one another's.
after you make a little joke, miles just huffs against your ear with a grin as he mumbles a weak, "so stupid." he gently bites on the lobe of your ear before kissing over the same spot. he tangles a hand in your hair as he kisses down the column of your neck, the lighthearted mood fading slightly when he sucks an eager, blooming mark to an obvious spot. balance.
𝓘 = intimacy (is he a romantic before, during, and/or after it?)
he's romantic all throughout it, if you consider an unhealthy obsession with you to be romantic. it shows in the way he rubs your thigh before, staring at the exposed skin like it was the best gift he's ever received. it shows when he's fucking you hard and still making an effort to kiss your lips sweetly with a big hand on your cheek and barely ghosting over your neck. most of all, it shows when he's tired afterwards and still sluggishly tucking your hair away from your face despite himself. so yes, he's romantic. maybe it won't be expressed through words, but he treats you like you're the only person he'd ever worship, and that's more than enough.
𝓙 = jack off (masturbation habits)
before you two ever get together, he masturbates a lot and sexual fantasies would occupy a lot of room in his mind. when he did, though, it'd always be to you in some capacity. to the thought of you, your innocent interactions earlier that day, or to the sight of you. he'd go into your room at night every so often, admire the sight of you lying in bed with your eyes closed. like an angel. and sometimes, he enjoyed it too much, palming over his jeans before finally letting his hand slip beneath the tightening denim. right at your bedside.
when you two do get together, though, the need to do it alone dramatically decreases. he didn't hide how much he wanted you from the day you two got close. he never felt the need to withhold it, and when he'd get horny, you never had to wonder if he was or not. he made it clear by kissing you longingly out of the blue while his long hands run up your waist.
𝓚 = kinks (what is he into?)
sensation play — he loves to deprive you of one of your senses, usually sight, so he can heighten all the others. even when he doesn't do that and you have access to all of them, his fingers are ghosting your sensitive skin while he whispers in your ear. he loves the playing with the sensitivity of your senses.
bondage — tying you up satiates a deep part of him that loves to have control. using cuffs, rope, or silk, he'll tie your hands behind your back or wrists to the headboard and do the same with your ankles. this is where his experimentation comes in, trying new positions and techniques when his arousal is overbearing and he needs his fill.
overstimulation — after your orgasm, it's rare that he'll stop right away. slowing you down through it, making you think that maybe this time he'll let you find reprieve, until he speeds back up while mumbling continuous reassurances that you can take it, you always do. if you wanna be good for me, you'll take it. knowing he has the ability to control your pleasure kills him.
dacryphilia — when tears well in your eyes and you're trying to will them away, miles forces your hand away from wiping them. he stares at your red, tear streaked cheeks that he caused. his cock twitches when a tear rolls down your cheek and your bleary eyes gaze up at his, fucking into you a little harder—then, the cycle repeats.
somnophilia — he so badly dreams of fucking you while you're asleep. give him the okay and he'll waste no time in making his move. he'll gently make sure you're comfortable, even when unconscious, hips rolling against yours in deep strokes. your faint whines and breaths get him going, and sometimes, he'll accidentally wake you with his fervor. part of him likes waking you up to his cock, though.
𝓛 = location (favorite place to do it)
miles loves to have sex around the house. whether it be bent over the kitchen counter, lied down on the couch, or pressed up against a door, he's thoroughly enjoying every second of making the entire house yours. he doesn't exactly know what the appeal is in doing it, but it's far more fun and experimental to him than staying in bed all night long. though, he'll never complain about having you, regardless of the place.
publicity doesn't call for him. he'll never actually go as far as to have sex in public, spare a few lewd touches in the shadows and murmured whispers of filthy promises in crowded rooms. the thrill of getting caught intrigues him, sure, the level of fear, but his possessiveness over you outweighs that any day.
𝓜 = motive (turn ons)
anything you do can turn him on. he'll find something stomach stirring in everything. some of his favorites, though: watching you change. wandering kisses. intense eye contact that lasts. and, last but not least, whispering. whisper in his ear about how much you love him, want him, need him, and watch his shoulders go stiff and eyes go wide. dark. he's easy for you and that means anything you do, with intention or not, can make his cock twitch within seconds.
𝓝 = no/turn offs (what will he absolutely not participate in?
if you asked, he couldn't tell you one thing he wasn't open to doing. he knows he's fucked up, and it's not like he's doing anything absurd for sexual pleasure. but, in the same breath, he did used to come into your room at night to watch you sleep while palming over the bulge in his suffocatingly tight jeans.
it's safe to say that he loves risky, less vanilla things, especially because those things were what he learned of first, far before the softer aspects of sex. "hard no's" don't come up often.
𝓞 = oral (how is he with giving/receiving?)
he loves both, and he's damn good at both. he has no preference, only depending on what he's in the mood for.
when going down on his partner, miles demands eye contact. don't tug on his hair or think you can control what he's doing just because he's beneath you, now. he sucks and grazes his teeth over your most sensitive spot while his eyes stay steady on yours, pupils blown out and wide. he teases, too. blowing cool air over your bundle of nerves to send a shiver up your spine. he wastes no time with speaking, so even when you try and talk to him, he's far too focused to respond.
when receiving from his partner, miles is quiet until he isn't. it takes a lot to shake him, but your mouth is just that. a lot. when your tongue runs over the underside of his cock, twitching in your mouth, he has to stifle a whine as his hand caresses your cheek. thumbing over the outline of his cock in your cheek, encouraging you to take more as his hand takes a gentle hold of your hair. the first time you heard him get loud was when you took him fully in your mouth and he failed to hide the loud, drawn out moan that followed.
𝓟 = pace (does he prefer rough or soft? fast or slow?)
for him, it's circumstantial. he does a little bit of everything depending on how you two feel and what the situation grants.
for teasing, he'll go slow and rough. his handsy, unabashed touches are a sharp contrast from how little of a rush he's in. he'll curl his finger hard inside of you and slowly uncurl them, ridding you of the pleasure when it abandons your g-spot. slowly, it'd come and go. just as it would when he's fucking you, pulling in and out slowly despite his otherwise rough thrusts that go deep and hit hard.
soft and slow go together when miles feels you need it. there are times when he can see how weary and exhausted life has made you and all he wants to do is remind you that not all of life is grim. you have him, and he loves you, and he'll show it to you with soft kisses and slow grinds into you. he'll barely pull out, grinding incessantly as he tried to bury himself fully inside of you. it's never enough, but unfortunately, it never will be.
in the heat of moments, it's fast and rough that miles becomes. when his stomach is stirring and his head is clouded with arousal, all sense of control goes out the window. he'd fuck into you like no tomorrow, face buried in your neck as your hips smack together harshly. when his orgasm is quickly approaching, this is what gets him off best.
𝓠 = quickie (opinion on quickies)
he's not in love with the idea of quickies, preferring to spend his time on you. rushing can ruin the fun of foreplay and drawn out teases that build up to the euphoric ending he so loves. but, if he's given the option, he'd never turn you down. even if it means reducing an hour long session into a ten minute one, if not less, he'd do anything if it meant having you. anything.
𝓡 = risk (is he open to experimenting, etc?)
he loves the idea of experimentation. welcoming new positions, dynamics, items, locations, it all thrills him. though, he's really just thrilled to be with you in any capacity. so yes, he'll experiment and take some risks. weird things intrigue him and he's never been one to be "normal" anyway.
𝓢 = stamina (how long can he last? how many rounds can he go?)
miles can last rounds. his drive is on the higher side so he can get horny again after finishing fairly fast. one sight of you below him or bare and he never struggles to get the blood flowing south. he never has to hold off on cumming because he can go again whether he does or not, which many couldn't say the same about. he can last three rounds uninterrupted, but anything past that he'll take a break for himself by going down on you or making out with you for a while. that doesn't mean he isn't ready to get started back up after, though. that can nearly double the amount of rounds he can go.
𝓣 = toys (does he own any? is he open to using them on you/himself?)
miles never really thought about using toys in the bedroom, but the thought intrigues him to an extent. not that he owns any, though. he'd love bindings like fake handcuffs so he could secure you to the headboard or bed frame, if not more. vibrators or dildos, he's raising an eyebrow but nodding nonetheless because hell, he's curious. he'll bite. even if he's convinced nothing could beat him and the idea of using it as a helper rather than a replacement is lost on him.
if you propose just about anything, he'll at least try it. if you care enough to bring the idea to him, he cares enough to make you happy by trying it. sometimes that puts him in predicaments like holding a vibrator to your clit while he fucks you, and sometimes it's him being constrained by a cock ring he's never felt the restraint of until now. but it's definitely different, and that intrigues him. different.
toys can be saved for the nights he feels adventurous, but it's far from a nightly occurrence. it's definitely not a no, though.
𝓤 = unfair (does he like to tease you?)
try and find someone more unfair than him. you probably can't. he'll go down on you and pull away when you get close, giving you those big, wide eyes after. his cold, long fingers run all over your bare skin without any true destination. and when he's fucking you, he's dragging himself out slowly, cock barely inside, and burying it back inside with an increased fervor. his thumb is persistent on your clit until you get close and he pulls away like he was never there to begin with.
"m-miles," your eyes shut tight, lips parting with a shaky breath as you feel your climax approaching. his cold thumb circles your clit while his hips roll in time with his movements. when you clench tight around him and your back arches, miles touch vanishes. he stops moving, cock buried to the hilt, and his thumb long gone. when you writhe and whine at the loss, miles only starts back up again when your orgasm has faded away.
"if you finish too soon, i won't be able to play with you anymore." he whispers, like he was doing you a favor. his thumb caresses your lower lip, "i just don't want this to end."
𝓥 = volume (what noises he makes)
he's vocal, but it comes later in the night. he doesn't exactly hide his noises nor his volume, but it helps that he's not particularly loud in the first place. while he's fucking you, he'll let out soft grunts at the start before ending in whines and low moans because you just feel that good. when he cums, he either bites down on your shoulder to quiet himself or moans unabashedly. it varies. on what, you're not exactly sure. it's always a welcome surprise, though.
𝓦 = wild card (random headcanons)
gets handsy in public, but especially at times where you two need to be more professional. he'll touch your thigh under the table at a restaurant, aching to get a rise out of you.
loves to watch you change. mostly, he likes to watch from the edge of the bed, eyes roving over your body before settling back on your face. his hands wander to your hips as he comes up behind you, pressing fluttered kisses to the nape of your neck.
used to get off to the thought of going down on a girl. when he met you and fell into his infatuation, that changed to the image of going down on you.
he'll fuck you while his pretty black spider rests on your skin, telling you to stay still so you don't disrupt it. bonus points if you're nervous and he can feel your heart racing. he loves to incorporate some of those nerving things like that to really get your adrenaline going.
𝓧 = x-ray (under the clothes)
miles isn't particularly far from the average. coarse black curls at the base of his cock which is a decent size. noticeably thinner rather than wider, maybe about 5 inches when he's hard. he doesn't know specifics. the most he could tell you is that it was big enough too where he couldn't easily hide it through his pants, and really, you didn't need to know anything more. that spoke for itself.
on another note, and far more specifically, whether he's circumcised or not could go either way—though, i feel like he might not be. not that it changes anything for him, nor how he operates.
𝓨 = yearning/sex drive (how high is his sex drive?)
his sex drive is on the higher end of the spectrum, oftentimes getting aroused a few times a week and acting on it every time. he never wills away an erection, rather coming to you to help relieve it or handling it himself if not. there's many times where he comes in your room and wordlessly kisses you, hands ghosting the hem of your shirt. everytime, he comes to you.
pushing up the fabric of your shirt, miles kisses at your bare skin where he can while grinding down against your leg. he's splayed over you in bed, crowding you completely. you've been gone all day so when you finally get back, you have no time to breathe before he's on you. when you secure a hand in his curls he takes it as a sign to continue, groaning against your navel as he leaves a messy kiss there, followed by a desperate thrust of his clothed bulge against you. he's a wreck.
𝓩 = zzz (how quickly he falls asleep after)
he doesn't sleep immediately after. one thing that's for sure is that he doesn't fall asleep before you. he'll curl up with you, stroking your cheek as he watches your eyes droop as exhaustion weighs you down. the entire time he's watching in adoration, fascinated by every flutter of your lashes and breath you take. only then can he even think about falling asleep, but not for a while. he just needs to take this moment in a little while longer, is all.
a/n — i need to get better at writing him!! first time ever tho so ill take it easy on myself. have i watched the turning?? no!! sorry if it's inaccurate at all, im going off tiktok edits and other fanfics ive read LOLLL. i'll get better DON'T WORRY NICHE COMMUNITY!!!
if this little whore with his whore nose and whore face and whore neck tattoo ever passed me by in chimney rock he's getting catcalled like i'm a drunk construction worker
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