#dark!basil stitt

[darkuselesssomebody]

𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕪 - dark!basil stitt x dark!reader

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words || 𝟛.𝟟𝕜

summary || in which the reader is a manipulative bitch - and basil snaps because of it

a/n || this is really, really dark lowkey eek!! also i don't know if this is too late (it's still 2023 where i am) but this is my entry for @romana-after-dark's dead dove december event! if you're into dark content, they're an s-tier pedro and oscar writer!

➵ warnings for specific content before the divider

➵ i never watched lightningface so if he's ooc excuse me, also, reader is very manipulative and lowkey a bad person too!!

➵ not proofread

➵ comment/message if you'd have a request

warnings || smut/dark (dddne)

➵ unwanted creampie and sex

➵ unprotected sex and cunnilingus

➵ spanking and slapping

➵ manipulation

➵ death threats and some pain play-ish stuff

➵ degradation/name calling

“tell me about it, right?” she giggles into the phone, feet propped up as she lays back on her couch, hearing some tinkering in the kitchen, “yeah, sorry about that, jas, that’s just - i’m getting my sink fixed right now.”

in the bathroom, basil hears that, and smiles a little to himself. she sounded appreciative, right? he’s helping make her life easier, which is what matters.

after a few more minutes, he’s done, and he sits back, sighing in relief. he sits back up, coming out and seeing her on the couch. god, is she gorgeous. her body stretches out, allowing a little glimmer of skin as her shirt rides up. she’s got a big grin on her face, talking to her friend, and she wants to just go over and press a sweet kiss to her lips.

“yeah, he was mental, i swear i’m still sore!” she jokes to her friend, and his face falls. ‘he’? who is ‘he’? basil swallows. it must just be a PT or something. yeah, that was it. after managing to convince himself, his smile returns. maybe she’d like a massage?

approaching her with that grin on his face, she looks up at him with an expectant raise of her brow, “just a second, jas.” she takes the phone away from her ear.

“done?” she points to her bathroom.

“yep!” he responds excitably, and she hums - not in appreciation, but in expectancy.

“good. thanks.” but it’s out of habit, “bye, basil” she forces a smile, shooing him off.

to him, it’s a wave, “yeah, see you! wanna - um, i was wondering if you maybe wanted me to order some food for you tonight? maybe we could eat together?” he suggests, and she has to resist a roll of her eyes.

“we’ll see.” she curtly dismisses him, and he nods, leaving and closing the door of her house, returning to his own just across the hall. returning to her phone call, she scoffs, “god, did you hear that?” her voice lowers - the walls are thin, “yeah, jas, he’s that neighbor i told you about. total loser, but he does whatever i want.” she giggles, “he thinks i’m gonna fuck him. whatever, that’s not my problem. can you imagine, he buys me food, he fixes my shit, i get him to vacuum sometimes. like my own little manservant.”

like her little dog.

basil was painfully in love with his neighbor. she was just so sweet, she paid him attention, and sometimes - when she was a little drunk or was sleepy, she’d lay against him, cuddling. the feeling of her thighs against his own, her breath on her chest, or the way her fingers teasingly toyed with the hem of his shirt - right above his cock.

maybe he didn’t have only holy intentions - yeah, maybe he did want to fuck her - but he’d never be greedy for more than what she gave him, not wanting to ruin their relationship.

and it paid off, that one night she had been wine drunk, and had invited him over, asking for only the cheap gift of thai food in return for her priceless company. as they sat back on her couch, watching tv as she ate and drank, there was a point where her hand had wandered - bored by the movie. her head laid on his chest, a leg hooked around his own, especially touchy because it was a cold night - and he was warm. as basil breathed in the smell of her perfume, he could imagine them to be dating or - if he could imagine a small glimmer on her finger - married. he held her around the waist softly, and she hadn’t yet pulled away, much to his joy.

her hand slowly trails over his chest and then his biceps, before sitting up a little, and pulling his head down to his. her lips find his, as she breathes into his mouth. it’s a lazy kiss, purely driven by the alcohol, and her need for warmth and contact.

his eyes widen in shock, but he wouldn’t let this opportunity go to waste, pulling her closer and - while he let her lead the kiss - his fingers go to her hair, pulling it out of her face to kiss her better. she whimpers softly, arms wrapping around his neck, before finally pulling away. she hums in satisfaction, burying her face in his neck.

“goodnight.” she mumbles, promptly falling asleep on top of him. his head reels, but he’s on cloud 9.

“goodnight.” he kisses the top of her head, laying back as he also lets himself fall asleep.

they never spoke about it again.

she didn’t let herself get drunk with him anymore, and he cursed himself as to how to solve the issue. nonetheless, they still spent time together, and he would still do anything for her, but things were different.

but her mind was working differently. annoyingly, that kiss with basil was getting her disgustingly hot and bothered. this wasn’t the plan: she wasn’t planning to ever actually fuck him, lest she lose all the leverage she had been building by teasing him. that’s why she’d been so strict in not touching him for the next few weeks: reducing her temptation.

but it was getting too much. she spent far too much time with her hands between her thighs, thinking of him (but nothing close to how much he’d do the same for her), and she needed an out. but, she also had to make sure basil wouldn’t become confident, and stay out of line.

she had an idea.

she called him over that night. an ordinary thing to occur, but, when he joins her shortly after, his mouth falls open.

she’s in this gorgeous, deeply hued camisole that just does down to her hips, and as his eyes travel lower, the lacy panties she wears makes his breath catch. she has to bite her lip to stop the smirk that threatens to grace it.

“basil.” she murmurs her name, and he snaps out of it, finally looking up at her.

“what… are you doing?” he thickly swallows.

“you don’t like it?” she teases, and he immediately shakes his head fervently.

“no - no - you… you look…” he doesn’t know how to describe it, “beautiful.” perhaps a cliche - but he doesn’t use it in the standard way. she exactly embodies the word. for once, a genuine smile pulls at her lips. it makes her heart warm, and she almost feels bad for what she’s about to do.

almost.

she gestures him forward, and he stumbles due to the speed at which he tries to reach her. finally, once he does, she points to the couch.

“sit.” she orders, and he agrees, getting on the couch, rubbing his hands in anticipation. “you’re not very subtle, basil.” she murmurs, slowly sitting on his lap. his cheeks burn.

“s-sorry?”

“you know how hard it is when you wanna hang out with your good friend, and you know all he’s thinking about is fucking you?” her voice is vicious, and he swallows thickly.

“i’m sorry.” he whispers, looking into her eyes, an evident begging in them. he’s pleading that she’ll forgive him. her fingers go to gently weave through his hair.

“it’s hard… you know?” she says softly, playing the victim to a tee, “i thought that… maybe that’s the only thing you see when you look at me.” she admits - but it’s a complete lie.

“never, oh - oh my god.” the thought makes basil sick. she - she thinks he sees her as an object?! “i swear, i see you as so much more than that - yes, you’re fucking gorgeous, but you’re so much more than just your body!” he assures, but she pretends to already be hurt.

“you’re just saying that, you know i’ll give myself up to you with these sweet words and-” he says her name softly.

“don’t think like that, please, don’t think like that.” he begs, taking her hands, “how - how can i show you how much you mean to me. please, tell me, and i’ll do it.” he’s holding her hands so tenderly, he wants to lavish her in ways she’s never even thought of.

she goes quiet, and he’s dead terrified he’s lost her.

“i want you to forget any insecurity you may ever have, i want to make sure you never lift a finger, i want you to never yearn and to only be satisfied.” his voice is thin - needy. “i want to worship you.”

that’s what she needs to hear.

“you do?” she murmurs.

“i’m begging you to let me show you how much you mean to me.” there it is. she smirks.

“can i… suggest something?” she asks - in faux timidness.

“anything.” he assures her.

“maybe… so i feel the most… assured… if we have sex, can i take charge?” he blinks. it’s not much different than their current relationship, so he immediately agrees.

“of course, of course. that’s totally fine.” he assures, and she smiles.

“alright, good - that’s good. thank you, basil!” she chirps, and his heart warms.

“yeah, of course.”

but that’s when the switch occurs.

“get off the couch.” she orders, and he blinks, a little shocked by her flip from a shy tone to a commanding one, but he complies, standing up.

she takes his place, sitting on the couch, before looking at him expectantly, “on your knees, c’mon.” his cheeks heat, as his brow furrows curiously, falling to his knees. “you said you wanna worship me, right?” she smirks, when he nods, “take off my socks.” she orders, the woolly socks that he knew she wore as she was always cold felt itchy against his fingers, as he pulls them off. she hums happily, and raises a brow when he presses a kiss to each sole, “fuck, i knew you were freaky.”she giggles, letting him kiss her ankles, “how much have you thought about this?” a small whimper escapes his throat.

“a-ages.” he admits, and she smiles.

“okay, stop.” she commands, and he stops his mouthing of her feet, “come closer.” he places her calves over her shoulders, shuffling closer to her - and, as much as he tried to be respectable about it, his eyes fell onto the small breadth of her covered by her underwear. she held his forehead - almost brutishly - to deter him, “behave. did i say you could look at her?” she scolds him, and he bites his lip.

“no, i’m sorry.” smiling, she lets go of his head.

“what should i do with you now?” she whispers, and he looks at her thighs pleadingly.

“can i touch your thighs? can i feel you?” he begs, and she laughs.

“go on.” she assures, as she pets his hair. he really is like her little puppy.

kissing up her thighs, she inhales her scent, brain going into overload.

“oh - oh, please, let me taste you, please!” she begs, and she smirks. he was begging - just as she wanted.

“take my panties off.” she whispers, and he sighs in relief, as if a massive weight has been taken off his shoulders.

"oh - oh, thank you - thank you," he breathes out, inching closer to let his fingers hook into the sides of her underwear, pulling them past her thighs and down, off her ankles.

when she finally spreads her legs, his mouth waters as the pretty prize between them, biting his lip.

"can i taste you?" he wants to confirm it. his body's buzzing, he needs her so bad.

"how bad do you want it?" she goads, and he bites her tongue.

"i don't think i can explain it." he admits, and her cheeks warm. what a compliment.

"yes, you can taste me." lowering his head slowly to her cunt, he spreads her legs, holding onto her thighs that are draped over his shoulders tightly. goosebumps erupt over her flesh at the sensation of his breath on her skin.

"you're wet?" he asks excitedly, unbelieving that he can coax this reaction from her.

"I'm not exactly feeling patient, basil." she warns, and he swallows.

"yeah, okay." he licks up the length of her cunt, and her breath hitches, catching in her throat as she puts her hand over her mouth, gently biting a knuckle to disguise her moan. motivated by the action, he spreads her wider, licking experimentally and quickly, sucking softly and harshly, making sure to keep trying different things until one finally breaks her dam of willpower, and her back arches as she loudly moans into the otherwise empty apartment.

"oh my god-" she cries out, panting as her hand clutches his hair, pulling him closer into her weeping cunt, desperate for his continued ministrations, "use your fingers." she gasps out, and he immediately obliges, bringing a finger to her hole as he sucks at her clit. he slowly pushes it into her, and - per more whimpered instructions from her - he curls his finger inside her, making her thighs squeeze around his head,

"just like that, keep doing just that." she assures, looking at him with the closest thing to love that she feels for him - desperation and satisfaction, because good lord, is she close. but it can't end like this. she needs to make this last longer.

just as she feels herself on the precipice of her climax, she pulls his head away from her cunt - to both her and his chagrin.

"why?" he whines, simultaneously pulling out his fingers, as she struggles to catch her breath. using him to help herself up, she stands, looking down at him.

"get on the couch." she pants, and he does as he asks, "take your shirt off," the instruction continues, and his deft fingers - one still drenched in her slick - quickly unbutton the shirt, pulling it off his broad frame. she bites her lip, bending so that her fingers can reach his fly and jean button, swiftly undoing them.

"i'm gonna fuck you. and you're just gonna take whatever i give to you, understood?" he nods silently as he looks up at her, and she hums in satisfaction and she pulls down his trousers. seeing his eyes all blown out is a crazy power trip, and it all becomes better as she straddles him. palming his hard cock through his boxers, she notices the way he twitches and how his moans gargle in his throat, all while he desperately bucks until her hips. "keep your hands behind your back." she instructs, and he nods, a whimper bubbling up to his tongue. after his hands are securely behind his back, she sighs happily. truly, she could do anything to him now, and he'd just take it. she wanted to know how much he could handle.

she started by fishing out his - inexplicably impressive cock. it was almost comical - how little sex appeal he oozed while hiding this weapon away from the rest of the world.

then, she simply ghosted her fingers over his tip, owning to a few stuttered bucks of his hips. she returned each of those with a scolding smack on any skin she could find - usually, his chest.

she slowly raised to her knees, lining him up with her entrance as she looks down at him, "don't move without permission." she whispers, and a strangled groan releases from him, making her laugh. finally, though, when he agrees, she sinks down on him, moaning out behind her hand as he does the same - though without the muffle and rather unashamedly.

she doesn’t move for a moment, and he waits.

another moment, and he waits.

another, and he’s done. he starts thrusting up, wanting the both of them to chase their pleasure, and her eyes widen, as she slaps his cheek. stunned, his movements immediately stop.

he dared to go against her word?

she hated that he undermined the power she held over him. pulling at his hair, her eyes blow out in anger.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” she hisses, and he winces.

“i’m sorry-” he tries, but she slaps him again.

“you think we’re equals? you can just pull that shit?” he wonders where all this anger is coming from, almost fearful. she doesn’t want to admit that her rage stems from the fact that she liked the sensation of his thrusts - enough to almost just… let him continue, even against her orders. she can’t lose that power she has on him, “you wanna know how little you really fucking matter?” she growls, grabbing her phone, and thrusting it in his face.

still disoriented, he swallows as he looks at what she’s showing him - a chain of texts. about him. they’re from her, to her friends, all mocking and making fun of him.

his heart, quite literally, shatters. he had thought this entire time, that - though they may be little more than friends - she at least liked his company, liked hanging out with him, appreciated him. but now, to read her stating how annoying and clingy he is, how she hated hanging out with him, but accepted it whenever he came with some gift or food, how she had used him, a heartbreak made his blood pump harshly in his ears. but when he glances at her smug smile behind the phone, it’s not just heartbreak. it’s rage.

“is this real?” he whispers, voice so low she can barely hear him.

“aww, poor puppy, thought i was - what? in love with you?” she mocks, knowing he won’t do a thing in retaliation.

that’s where she’s wrong.

trembling in rage, he grabs her phone, throwing it ferociously onto the floor, breaking it immediately. her eyes widen in shock, but before she can shout at him, his hands wrap around her throat, choking her with such a rage - she’s worried he might break her windpipe.

she claws at his hands, as he pulls her off of him, and slams her, face first, into the couch. her eyes well as she feels her nose smash into it, pained to hell as she cries out, trying to clutch it, but it’s of no help, as he’s already sinking back into her tight, wet, and suddenly rejecting cunt. but his pulling cock gets past the resistance bottoming out with a gurgled sigh of satisfaction. his hands go back to her throat, with a softer hold, as he wants to feel her pulse under his fingers. tearfully, she looks back at him in terror.

“basil, what are you-” he slaps her ass so hard, she wonders if his palm took her flesh with it. crying out, she sobs, giving up entirely, as she looks away, still clutching her nose.

“shut the fuck up, bitch.” he hisses harshly, voice and cadence not only deadly - but lethal, as his fingers flex experimentally on her throat. pulling her up so her back is pressed against his chest, and his other hand palms her tits, something he’d been wishing to do so long. but in his fantasies - he’s delicate, not so much anymore, as he roughly tweaks and pinches and grips her nipples.

then again, she’s a different woman than what he’d imagined as well.

this time, he’s not slow in his thrusts, he’s harsh and mean, thrusting in and out of her cunt to the sweet melody of her cries and sobs, muffled by the hand clutching her now bleeding nose. his moans are loud and gruff in her ear, causing an overlord of her senses, and she’s terrified.

“i should fucking kill you.” he hisses, and she whimpers, sobbing harder, “but you’re too good - of - a - fuck!” he punctuates every word with a thrust, but his voice sounds almost sweet and reassuring - only able to be distinguished as a facade due to the undertone of a growl behind every word.

“i’m sorry, please-” she begs, but he slaps her ass again, thrusting deeper, as he hits her cervix with each thrust, making her cry out in pain.

“did i say you could speak?” he hisses. she shakes her head, terrified, and shutting up. he’s getting close. unfortunately, she is too, “calling me a fucking puppy, saying you’re my fucking master - whose cunt’s the one squeezing my cock, huh? who’s the one begging - for - my - mercy?” he growls, once again, thrusting to each word, and she cums around him - a strange mix of the pain on her nose and ass, her restricted ability to breathe, and his sharp, filling thrusts are the perfect mix for her to reach climax, jolting and twitching as her cunt grips his cock, and her core tightens.

he holds her up even as she slumps in exhaustion, pulling her back by her hair to see her face as he tells her,

“i’m gonna cum in you.” he whispers, kissing her cheek tenderly. her eyes widen.

“no - no, please don’t - please, i’m not on birth control-” she begs, but he bites her earlobe to quieten her.

“shut the fuck up. you’re gonna be my cumdump. say that you understand.” he whispers, and she swallows.

“i - wait, please-” he slaps her again, and she squeaks, “yes, yes - i understand! i’ll be your cumdump!” he growls in satisfaction, finally releasing her and letting her fall forward onto the couch, as he grips her hips pulling her ass to him as he cums inside her, moaning loudly in relief.

there’s a few beats of silence, and afterwards, he looks down at her with a snarl. he’s disgusted, and pulls away - not by his actions, but that he hadn’t lived up to his expectations. she was an evil, and he was a vigilante. that - the cum dripping down her thighs, her perhaps broken nose, her whimpers and cries - that was revenge. it was necessary.

after cleaning up and getting ready, he looks back at her. she’s sitting up, curled into herself as she was turned away, crying into her palms.

she looked like a puppy - scolded for bad behaviors. and in many ways, she was.

he sighs in satisfaction.

it was necessary.

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[melodygatesauthor]

Then I Saw You

Basil Stitt X f!Reader

Beta Read By: @xbellaxcarolinax - Using prompts by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction, a few Nonnies, and my own ideas.

PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!

Summary

You moved in next door to Basil Stitt two weeks after his incident. After everyone he cared about ignored his calls and acted like he didn't exist, he was starved for affection, and your pretty voice caught his attention immediately. He decided he'd do just about anything to have you all for himself...anything.

Tags/Warnings

Disclaimers: There is heavy non-con in this fic, it's not for everyone. If you're sensitive to that sort of thing in fanfiction, please keep on scrolling thanks.

NSFW, non-con, rape, sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, masturbation, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, porn with some plot, smut, creampie, breeding kink if you REALLY squint, non-consensual somnophilia, drugged sex, non-consensual drug use, minor mention of suicide but NO actual death or implied death in fic, also me making some shit up like how peepholes work, neighbor!Reader, dark fic, dark Basil Stitt. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (that means that what you see in the tags WILL be in the fic, don't act surprised when you get exactly what you were warned about.)

Word Count: 9.8k

Basil saw the moving truck outside when it pulled up by the curb. Two men got out, opened up the back, and started to bring someone’s belongings inside. His apartment was only one of the two on his floor. The old man across the hall went to a nursing home a couple of weeks ago…was he getting a new neighbor? Sure enough, he heard them opening the door across from his and moving things inside.

He looked around at his living space, a disgusting mess of old pizza boxes, empty alcohol bottles, and his broken belongings. No doubt he’d need to get a better handle on his outbursts. He’d already received a notice from the landlord with all the banging and shouting the person living below him had dealt with. Depending on the kind of person the new neighbor would be, he might get more than just a warning if they heard him being too rambunctious.

That’s when he heard your voice, a sweet thing that crept under the gap between his door and the hardwood floor that he was likely to lose his security deposit for after destroying it. He ran to the peephole, looking through the lens and seeing you for the first time. 

His heart felt like it stopped beating. His entire body shook as he pressed his palm to the door. You were…beautiful.

“What the fuck…” he whispered to himself, as you walked into your apartment. “W-what the…” he stepped away from the door, “fuck.”

The second your door opened again he was pinned to his own, his good eye glued back at the peephole to get a glimpse of you. He whined, seeing your pretty smile as you handed the movers some money. Why were you smiling at them like that? Basil paused. Why did he care?

Maybe it was that you sounded, and looked, so nice. His calls to his girlfriend had still been unanswered, and the same could be said for his parents. You looked like someone who would care about him. Someone who could look past…

No.

Despite wanting to stare at you longer, he stepped in front of his mirror instead. There was no way you would be able to stomach looking at someone like him. He touched the reddened, rippled deformity on the left side of his face. An overwhelming dread poured into his chest, making him feel heavy with sorrow. How could anyone love him? His own mother couldn’t even be bothered to speak to him, even after all the voicemails he left.

“Yeah absolutely, I’d love that,” you giggled in the hall.

You’d love what? Basil thought, rushing to the door once again to see who had you feeling so upbeat.

You had a piece of paper in your hand. He didn’t like how one of the movers was smiling and looking at you. Was he flirting with you? Basil’s hand reached for the door handle, but he stopped. What was his plan? Was he going to walk out there, someone you’d never seen or met before in your life, and just tell the guy to fuck off?

In a perfect world…yes.

He’d step out there, no paper bag on, and tell the man off. Basil imagined you’d be so enamored with his actions that you’d kiss him, smiling at him the way you were smiling at the mover right now. You’d touch his cheek and look at him as though his face were normal, like it was just a couple of short weeks ago. Your lips looked so soft.

Basil whined, pressing his entire body against the door, cock rubbing between the wood and his abdomen. He saw you go into your apartment again, closing the door behind yourself. Over the next couple of hours he sat in front of the door, waiting…listening for your voice. All he heard was the sound of the movers going in and out, until finally there was nothing.

He stood there in the still of the silence, breathing slowly and trying to contain himself. He thought about opening his door again and knocking on yours, introducing himself as any good neighbor would. His breath hitched in his throat when he considered your reaction though. What if you saw his face…

What if you saw the monster he’d become?

“No, no, no…” he shouted, feeling emotionally overwhelmed at the thought of your rejection.

He would rather spend his life watching you through his peephole than risk your outright denial of him. At least in his mind, he could think up a million fantasies where you loved him, let him take you on a beautiful date, and where you were pinned underneath him, screaming his name while he made you come over and over again.

He was still so fucking hard. He needed you to step out of your apartment. He needed you now. Just the sound of your voice would do something for him. If he could just hear it, just a little bit, it was all he needed. He slowly opened the door and stepped into the hall, ensuring no one was there. He walked up to your door, looking through the lens to see if he could get a glimpse of you.

You walked by, and he thought he might collapse. You’d changed into something more comfortable, a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. As you should, it was rather warm that day. You deserved to be comfortable, perhaps even naked. Basil’s thoughts consumed him as he watched you bending over to open a box, pulling some things out, and disappearing from view. How lucky he was that you put those boxes right there by the door.

His hands gripped the doorframe tightly, and he rutted his hips involuntarily against the door. His whole body shook, watching you move so freely around your new home. He wondered what would happen if he just walked in and took you while you were bent over in a box. Your pussy was right there, hiding behind such a thin layer of fabric. Surely it would be easy to just…

He bit his lip so hard he tasted iron, rolling his cock faster against the door. His breathing was labored, needy, and desperate for you. Basil knew he wasn’t good enough for you, but you might like him if you just gave him a chance. He could thrust into your wet, velvety heat and make you scream out like it was the best thing you’d ever felt. Or maybe you’d cry out in terror because no one wants to fuck a monster.

He let out a low growl, feeling his cock ache while it leaked in his pants. You’d heard the sound, stopping what you were doing to turn and face the door. 

That was it. 

That was all he needed to see before he lost it. His body shook against the door while a soft whimper left his lips. Hot cum spilled out through his clothes, leaving a wet streak on the wood he’d been rutting against. He sighed, finally feeling some sense of satisfying relief. Even after all the nights he’d spent palming his own release, he’d never felt so good. 

You did this to him. 

He had to move, looking into the peephole to see that you were coming closer. Basil darted from your door, opening his quickly and locking himself inside silently. He didn’t want you to know he was there. He couldn’t let you know he was there. He couldn’t let you see his fucking face.

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It only took him a few days to get your schedule figured out. 

In the morning when you left - he presumed for work - you were dressed so nicely. He would’ve followed you but, on account of his horrific deformity, he couldn’t. So he settled for what little bits of you he could. He loved it most when you’d come home, tired from the day and retreating to your apartment so he could sneak over to your door and peek at you.

He would only allow himself a few moments of watching before his conscience forced him back to his own place where he would fuck his fist raw, passing out on the couch. Everything was fine, and he could see himself doing things that way forever, until it wasn’t enough anymore.

He needed more. 

Basil found a gift card to a coffee shop up the road that he knew only had a dollar and some change left on it, and made his way to your door late one night about a week after you’d moved in. You were already in bed, at least, he assumed you were. It was two in the morning and he couldn’t hear a sound coming from your apartment. Basil stuck the card in between the frame and the door, wiggling very slowly so as not to make a lot of noise.

Click.

When your door opened slowly, he felt his heart fluttering wildly. This was it. This was the moment that he finally would get to see you. He stepped slowly, sock-covered feet treading silently over your floor. Your apartment was laid out exactly the same as his only mirrored, making it easy for him to get to your bedroom. He stopped when he got to the doorway though. There was a mirror on the wall to his right.

Turning to see his appearance, he lost all confidence. The grotesque creature looking back grounded him. He couldn’t go in there, not like that. What if you woke up? Maybe if he was still attractive he could make you understand why he was there, standing over you and watching you sleep, but not like the way he looked now. If he tried that now, you’d scream, calling him a freak, or a monster. He couldn’t risk hearing such horrid words coming out of such a pretty mouth, so he backed away.

“Another day…I’ll see you another day then,” he whispered with a soft cry leaving his lips. “Goodbye.”

On his way out, he stopped when his foot landed on something unexpected on your living room floor. He reached down, feeling something soft in his hands. He knew immediately what he was holding, but he brought it to the dim light coming through the window from the moonlit sky to look at it anyway. They were black, made with delicate lace…your panties.

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Basil stared at your panties on his bed for at least two hours. He hadn’t smelled them yet because he wanted to pace himself. He wanted to savor them, enjoy them as long as he could before he had to steal another pair. Deep down he hoped they would fix him; that they’d be enough to satisfy the unquenchable thirst you seemed to fill him with. At the same time, he knew deep down that this was likely only the beginning of what would become something very, very, dark.

Taking the delicate fabric in his hands, he brought them to his face, rubbing the place that touched your cunt along his nostrils and inhaling so deep he thought he might faint. He shuddered, falling back and catching himself on his desk. He moaned, feeling them against his face once more.

“Fuck, fuck baby…” he whined, breath coming out in a ragged pant.

His tongue darted out, dragging along the place where your flavor was most potent. He whimpered, squeezing the desk so hard his knuckles ached. He licked again. You tasted too good, so delicious he thought he might die if he never got his mouth on the real thing.

Basil’s elbow brushed against the handle on the knife he’d stabbed into his desk multiple times. He snatched it up, holding it and turning it in his hand, letting the moonlight shine off the metal. He could see his mattress just over the edge, and had - what he thought was - a brilliant idea. His cock ached, and it was your fault. Once again he needed to satisfy his urges because you wouldn’t.

He stormed over to the bed, knife in hand, before stabbing a hole deep into the center, making sure it was big enough to take him. He didn’t even know where the knife landed when he threw it to the other side of his apartment, and he didn’t care. Basil wrapped your panties around his pillow before hastily removing his pants, hands shaking in the process. He’d never felt so fucking desperate.

If he closed his eyes, he could almost convince himself that the stuffing in the mattress was a good substitute for your beautiful pussy. It wasn’t, nothing would ever be a good enough substitute for you, but this wasn’t too bad. He slid himself in all the way, body shaking at the sensation as the cotton moved aside for him. Basil buried his face into your panties, taking in your smell some more, and licking them to breathe in your taste.

The bed rocked against the floor, probably loud enough to piss off the occupant of the apartment below him. He didn’t fucking care, he was busy.

“Mm, that’s it, baby, you feel so fucking good,” he whispered the words he wished he could say to you. “So tight, you’ve been waiting for someone like me to come stretch you out hm? Fuck.”

He wondered if you’d like the way he sounded when he was grinding into you. Would you like listening to his hungry moans and low growls? What about when he whimpered and whined? He always thought he sounded a little pathetic, but would you judge him for it? He couldn’t help it, when the pleasure overwhelmed him he had to vocalize it.

“Honey, you’re so sweet,” he kissed your panties, imagining that you’d squirm for him when he did. “Such a pretty little pussy.”

He was good with his tongue, he knew you’d like it if you’d just let him have you. There wasn’t a man alive that would spend hours with his tongue flicking over that swollen little clit until you were nearly pissing yourself from overstimulation, not the way Basil would. No one could love you the way he would.

His drool made your panties wet, the taste and smell already mixing with his own while he fucked the hole in his mattress sloppily. He got louder, practically yelling in a loud rasp while he mouthed at his pillow.

“You’re so good, s-so g-good.” His voice became heavier, deeper, more like a low, feral growl as his climax closed in.

Basil’s body stopped with his cock buried to the hilt inside the mattress. His body trembled and shook while he pumped shot after shot of hot sticky cum into the cotton. He was practically screaming, face buried into the pillow to muffle the sounds. His mind went blank, except for your face. He felt his cock twitching, emptying every bit it could into the damn mattress.

It was just a fucking mattress.

Basil’s heavy breathing slowed and eventually turned to sobs. He held the pillow close, crying into it, soaking the fabric with his tears. What kind of loser fucks a mattress? He thought to himself, feeling his cock getting soft inside the hole he’d made.

----

Basil woke the next morning with his drool adhering your panties to his scarred cheek. His cock was dried with cum to the hole in his mattress. He groaned, feeling like he’d had the night of his life…only to quickly realize that he looked like a pathetic mess that his own mother couldn’t even bring herself to love. He’d fucked his mattress.

What kind of loser…

His thoughts trailed off before he could finish repeating the sentiment of the night before. He peeled his face off the pillow and winced in pain while pulling his dick out of the bed. He heard your voice in the hall, calling him like a siren song to his peephole. He looked out there, and you were standing in the hall laughing with your phone to your ear.

“Yeah you can pick me up at seven, that would be great,” you said as you disappeared out of view.

“The moving man…” Basil said to himself, turning away from the door and running both hands through his hair with his eyes wide, his anger building.

He saw himself in the mirror again, face dropping as he was reminded of his disgusting appearance. His hair was everywhere, cock limp and just hanging there like a sad, pathetic thing. His shirt had pizza sauce stains all over, and discoloration under the armpits. In a moment - a very short moment - of clarity, Basil realized that even if he did manage to get you to move on from the scar, he wouldn’t be able to impress you looking, and smelling, the way he did. 

“Alright, you’re going on a fucking date with some fucking loser huh?” He said, feeling the pain ripping through his chest. “Let me show you what you’re missing!”

He showered, feeling clean for the first time since the incident. When he stepped out of the shower, he noticed the good side of his face for the first time in over two weeks. The way the steam covered the mirror, only the unblemished side was visible. He touched it, feeling comfort in the fact that he could pretend for a moment that he was normal, that everything was normal.

He turned the hot water in his bathroom sink on, keeping the mirror steamed up while he took his razor blade and shaving cream out of the cabinet. He had to keep wiping the mirror so he could see himself, and that was probably why he nicked his cheek a little. He cursed, finishing the shave and then holding a small bit of toilet paper to the wound. As if he needed more deformities on his face.

Once composed, Basil walked out to his living room, realizing finally what a mess it was. He couldn’t possibly bring you in there with it looking like that. And he was going to bring you in there one way or another.

It took him all day to get his apartment back to a, somewhat, normal state. Basil had to push through several mood swings in the process, fantasizing about how impressed you would be, complimenting how nice his place was, and reality creeping its way into his mind and reminding him that you were going on a date tonight…

A knock on his door forced all the thoughts to a stop. Who the fuck was knocking on his door? He hadn’t bought pizza or groceries. The new mattress he ordered wasn’t expected until next week. Basil walked up to his peephole, peering through only to nearly collapse when he saw you. He stepped away from the door as if it were made of hot coals.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. His body immediately started trembling. “Um…I can’t come to the door right now!”

“Oh!” He held his chest when you spoke. You were speaking to him. “Well that’s okay, I just wanted to leave you some cookies.” You chuckled softly. “I honestly didn’t even realize I had a neighbor until I heard you playing some cool music yesterday.”

“C-cool music?” 

Basil was still so in shock that you were even speaking to him that he’d forgotten how inconsiderate he’d been yesterday afternoon. He remembered playing music so loudly it probably could be heard by you and the downstairs neighbor.

“I’m sorry if it was annoying, I’ll keep it down next–”

“No it’s alright! I actually like it!” You couldn’t be that perfect, you couldn’t be. “Well, I hope you like chocolate chip, I’ll leave them here! I’m not the best cook but I tried.”

Your little giggle would be the death of him. 

“I would like anything you made for me…” He said softly as he was struggling to breathe.

“What did you say?”

He cleared his throat, “I um…thank you so much I’m sure they’re great.”

“Okay well, have a good day! Maybe I’ll see you another time.”

With that, you were gone, and Basil’s knees felt so weak he had to sit on the floor. You talked to him. You fucking talked to him. You really did like him. You must have liked him, why else would you have come to his door and left him such a nice gift?

Basil waited by his door until he was sure you were gone before opening it and pulling the cookies inside. They were still warm, you must’ve just made them and waited for them to cool off before bringing them to his door. He held one in his hand, turning it around to decide which side to bite first. He finally bit into it, feeling the sweet flavor fill his mouth, forcing a smile over his lips.

You made those for him. 

Basil ate too many cookies, and with the pang of despair rushing through him periodically at the thought of you going on a date in just an hour, he found himself with his head in the toilet bowl, vomiting uncontrollably. He groaned into the bowl, beginning to cry in frustration. He couldn’t keep himself together. You deserved to go on that date with someone else, someone who wouldn’t flush the delicious gift you brought them because they didn’t know how to establish self-control.

Your door opened at 6:55pm on the dot. Basil was, of course, watching you. He felt his cock aching immediately at the sight of you in that tight black dress. Watching the way it shifted as your hips swayed down the hall made his heart rate rise quickly. He couldn’t believe that someone else would be seeing you in that, touching you in that.

He had the urge to be destructive again, feeling his breathing become rapid and labored in panic. He went to the window where he could see the street below to watch you get into the man’s car, only to see you standing there shivering. Why hadn’t you worn a coat? Basil looked over at the clock, 7:01pm. The guy was late.

While he didn’t enjoy seeing you waiting in the cold, Basil did like knowing the man was unreliable. He watched you pull out your phone, likely calling your missing date. He could tell the man didn’t answer by the way your arm dropped to your hip and head hung in disappointment. You waited though, still hoping he would show up, just standing there in the cold.

For ten more minutes Basil watched you wait, full of hope, only to end up disappointed in the end on your walk back into the building. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so happy, wanting desperately to rush out into the hall and offer to take you out. He couldn’t though…that stupid fucking scar was ruining his life.

It hit him suddenly, that you would be hungry. He couldn’t let you go hungry, not after how sweet you’d been to him, so it was time to repay the favor. Even before the incident, Basil couldn’t cook for shit, and he wasn’t about to try now. This opened the door for another opportunity though…an opportunity to see you in person…

“No, no you’re crazy,” he said, looking at himself in the mirror.

He couldn’t see you like that, not with the horrible scar. And showing up at your doorstep with food in hand and a paper bag on his head would be even weirder than the scar. But if you were asleep, well, it would be hard to be afraid of him then…wouldn’t it?

With a plan in place, he called to order a pizza. He didn’t know what you liked yet, but everyone liked pizza, right? You were nice, you’d probably eat it even if it wasn’t your favorite. Plus you’d be hungry. He was banking on you being hungry.

The food arrived at his door a little while later, and the delivery man knew to just leave it on the floor. Basil took the sleeping pills he was prescribed and crushed them, sprinkling the dust over each slice so you were sure to get some in your system. Every bit of reasonable thinking was gone. He needed more than just your damn panties and a cum filled mattress.

He needed you.

Basil put the pizza in front of your door and knocked before scrambling back into his own place. He watched through the peephole as you stepped out, dressed in a comfortable pair of sweats and a loose t-shirt. You sniffled and looked down at the pizza with a confused expression. It was obvious that you’d been crying.

That’s what you get for thinking someone else could do better for you than I can. Basil thought to himself.

You lifted the sticky note he’d adhered to the box, reading over it slowly before a smile appeared on your face.

Thought you might be hungry.

The cookies were really good, here’s some pizza.

Your neighbor, Basil

Basil’s heart nearly stopped. You were smiling because of something he did. You were smiling because of him.

“This is so nice of you,” you said softly, looking at the door. “Would you…would you want to come in and have some too?”

There’s no way this was real. There’s no way you were actually inviting him into your apartment. Basil looked down at his clothes and straightened out his shirt. His breathing became shallow at the thought. This was so unexpected, he couldn’t believe it. Basil looked over at the table next to the door and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the bowl he usually tossed his keys in. 

“Um…I can’t, but you should enjoy it,” he said with a crack in his voice.

He was surprised to see the look of disappointment on your face. This must be his delusions toying with him again. You weren’t disappointed that he wouldn’t come to your apartment, that would never be the case. He stood there awkwardly, watching you through the peephole, waiting for you to leave.

“Well, you didn’t have to do this, but thank you so much, I actually am hungry.” You paused and sighed, “I’m glad you liked the cookies,” you said to him before retreating to your own apartment once again, pizza in hand.

Basil was trembling at the door for the better part of a half hour. He was stunned by your reaction, by the fact that you invited him over. It couldn’t be real. You’d fucking invited him over! If you’d known what a loser he was, would you have still invited him? If you’d known he fucked a hole in his mattress while intoxicated by the smell of your cunt would you still want him in your home?

----

He waited until it was late and he knew you’d be sound asleep. He walked into your apartment, noticing the pizza on the counter, the box still open, and three slices missing. Surely you’d consumed enough to be comatose for the time being. He stepped into your bedroom and froze.

“Wow,” he whispered, staring intently at your half-dressed form on the bed.

You hadn’t even covered up. Did you know there was a chance he might creep into your house and you wanted to be ready for him? Did you wear that tank top that barely covered anything and those lacy panties knowing he would like them? What about the way your lips parted…were you expecting him to kiss them?

Basil knelt down, reaching his shaking hand out to touch your cheek. Your skin was so soft. He felt a sob swelling in his chest. If his face was still soft, would you let him touch you while you were awake? Would you be able to actually look at him without being disgusted? He couldn’t even look at himself without being disgusted anymore.

“So pretty…”

He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours, in a small way he was testing to see if it would wake you. You stayed asleep, and so he moved forward, pressing his lips against yours. He stayed there for so long, just letting his mouth linger, feeling the way his skin felt against yours. He felt his cock growing already, aching and pressing against the zipper in his jeans. He wanted to feel your mouth in other ways, a kiss wasn’t enough.

“Someday I hope you’ll be able to enjoy this while you’re awake but…for now this is how we need to do this, okay?” he looked at you, knowing you wouldn’t answer, but hoping your subconscious would somehow hear him and understand.

Basil unbuttoned his pants, sliding the zipper down slowly and pulling the waist down with his boxer briefs as well. His fat cock bobbed out, already leaking from the head, slick strands dripping to the floor beneath him. He held the top of your head with one hand, and his length with the other, bringing the weeping tip to your pretty lips.

His body trembled immediately, feeling the way your mouth opened around his girth. He moved in further, feeling the wet heat of your tongue on the underside of his shaft. If he gagged you would you wake? He tested it, sliding forward more, watching those lips stretch around him. If you were awake you’d look up at him so pretty, eyes filling with tears as you struggled to take him all the way.

He stuffed himself all the way into your mouth, the tip of his cock resting in your throat. He could feel your body responding to the foreign object naturally, throat closing around him while you gagged, but you stayed asleep. The feeling was indescribable, causing his entire body to shake and tremble while he kept your head impaled on him.

“You’re too good baby, too good…you're gonna make me come…gonna make me come too fast! Ah!”

Basil pulled his cock out of your mouth and jerked his spend onto your cheek. He fisted himself angrily, beyond pissed that he couldn’t hold it in for more than one fucking minute. If the time ever came - which he expected it wouldn’t - that he managed to get you in bed while awake, if his face didn’t scare you off, the fact that he was a minuteman surely would.

He looked all around for something to clean you up with, but anything in your apartment would have to be taken out, or else you’d know someone was there. Basil decided to peel off his t-shirt, using that to wipe your face clean. He leaned against the wall, looking at you, still scowling and infuriated with his inability to perform, even while you were sleeping.

The longer he looked at you though, the more aroused he became all over again. Maybe getting off so quickly wouldn’t be a dealbreaker…not with you being his own personal aphrodisiac. He walked over to you again, touching your hip and squeezing your flesh. He pushed you onto your back, hooking a finger into the waist of your cute little panties. To his surprise, between your lips was sticky, warm, and wet. Did he do this to you? Did he have this effect on you?

Basil pulled your underwear down your beautiful legs slowly, staring at the slit between them hungrily. He felt some drool spilling over his bottom lip that he wiped away quickly. Tossing your panties aside, he crawled onto the bed, lowering his head between your thighs. He could smell you as he closed in, the same familiar smell he’d spent the other night drowning himself in.

Using two thick fingers, he spread your lips, watching the slick strands of your arousal stretch and break as they moved further apart. Everything was glistening and wet, and it was all for him. He leaned in, licking a stripe up and collecting what he could on his tongue, bringing it in past his lips and letting the taste settle in his mouth before swallowing.

He became immediately addicted, going in and pressing his face against your mound, moaning loudly into it. He wondered if you’d notice the feeling of his textured skin against your thighs. Would you find that disgusting? Of course you would. You’d probably yell at him and throw him out of your apartment just for looking at you with that milky broken eye in his head while he ate you out.

Not while you were asleep though. While you were sleeping he could plunge two fingers into your tight little hole and feel your cunt clenching around him. In your sleep you wanted him, you were pulling his fingers in deeper like you were starving and needed to taste him. It wasn’t enough, his fingers just weren’t going to do it for you, you needed more.

Positioning himself between your limp legs, Basil brought his cock to your entrance, gliding it between your folds to get it slick with your juices. If you were awake he imagined you might be moaning, whimpering, maybe even begging for him. He tested your threshold, seeing how well the last man in there had stretched you out. Not very well it would seem.

Slowly, he slid himself in, shuddering as he felt your walls closing down over every inch. He used two fingers to hold your puffy lips open so he could watch your cunt swallowing his cock. He needed to last, he needed to keep himself from coming too soon again. He might be a pathetic freak, but he wasn’t going to spill his load like one.

Fuck.

He wondered if this was how he would keep you. It was entirely possible he’d just pumped a baby into you without your knowledge, but that was okay. It was perfect actually. You wouldn’t want to have a baby without someone around to help you, right? He’d be able to swoop in and be there for you, to care for you.

He touched your stomach as he pulled out of you. He shuddered on the way out, looking down at the mess he made as it trickled from your pretty little hole. Basil had never been so proud of something in all his life. He may have been a hideous monster, but he made you look so beautiful just by stuffing you with everything he could. He wanted to do more. He wanted to do it again.

But he wanted you to be awake this time.

----

Another week went by of you and Basil trading food and notes throughout the day. It started the morning after he fucked your sleeping body that you came by with breakfast. He smiled and nearly cried again as he watched you put down the plate with a metal lid keeping it warm as if he’d ordered room service.

“Good morning. I don’t know if you like coffee but, you can come over and get some if you want,” you said, waiting to see if he’d respond.

He didn’t, instead he just stood there staring at you. He didn’t want to come over yet. Not while you were awake anyway. He couldn’t stand the idea of you seeing him and being afraid of what you saw. The thought of it was devastating and it hadn’t even happened yet.

“Um, no thank you. Thank you for the breakfast though I’m looking forward to it. You’re a great cook.” He said through the door.

You looked disappointed again. Were you lonely or something? Why did you care if your neighbor wanted to come over or not? You didn’t even know him, wasn’t that dangerous? He sniffed out a laugh at his own thoughts.

“It’s fine, my offer stands,” you started for your apartment again.

“I’ll cover lunch,” he said quickly before you disappeared.

When lunch came, he wanted to do something better than pizza. You deserved something good after what you’d done for him the other night, so he ordered from one of the fancy restaurants nearby and had it delivered to your door. When you retrieved your food, you furrowed your brow and smiled widely.

“Really? Gino’s? That place is pretty pricey.”

“Well, you’re really kind so… I thought I’d do something nice for you,” he felt nervous every time you spoke to him.

To his surprise, you left the bag in the hall and disappeared into your apartment. Did he do something wrong? He started panicking, thinking maybe he’d offended you somehow. Did you hate expensive food? Did you not like Gino’s? He reached for the handle, ready to pull the bag into his apartment and hope you forgot about it altogether when your door opened again and you stepped out with a folding chair in hand.

“Well, if you’re going to buy me an expensive meal, the least I can do is join you for lunch. Did you get something to eat?” You asked, sitting down and pulling out the meal he’d bought for you.

“Uh, well…” he felt his stomach grumble suddenly when he realized he hadn’t thought of his own hunger in the slightest, “I had a big breakfast.”

You chuckled, “Yeah so did I…here…”

Basil watched in awe, still shocked you were even giving him the time of day, as you sorted the containers of food and made two meals out of the one he bought. You reached for his door and then stopped, dropping your hand at your side.

“I know you like to keep to yourself, so I’ll leave this here and turn around so you can get it, okay?”

Why were you so understanding? Were you quite literally the epitome of perfection wrapped up in the most beautiful looking person he’d ever seen? Basil, at this point, was nearly certain he was having visual hallucinations. It wouldn’t be the first time since the incident that he’d thought he’d seen things…or heard things. Maybe this was just him going completely nuts. Maybe this was just an extension of his psychotic break. You put the box of food down and turned.

Slowly, Basil opened the door, not peeking his head out far enough that you’d be able to see even if you did turn around, and he pulled the food back inside. You didn’t even try to peek. You didn’t let - what he assumed to be - your morbid curiosity get the better of you. Basil pulled a chair over and sat with his half of the meal on the other side of the door.

He couldn’t see you now, but he could hear you, and that was good enough for him.

“So, you obviously saw me get ridiculously embarrassed last night,” you said from the other side of the door.

He smirked, thinking about how much he enjoyed you last night, and how much you seemed to enjoy him, despite not ever knowing he was there. You called it embarrassing, but to Basil, it was an amazing, and unwasted, opportunity to show you something better.

“Well, maybe it’s good that he’s doing this now instead of wasting your time later,” Basil said, taking a bite of his food.

He thought about Katherine and the way she’d been to him. She cheated on him for so long, and yet he stayed. Since seeing you, Basil considered that he never really loved her, he just hated the thought of admitting someone could cast him away so easily after so many years. He further hated the thought of losing the social status that came with having a girlfriend. Everyone seemed to respect you and treat you differently if you had a pretty girl on your arm. He would’ve dealt with the cheating to avoid the shame of admitting she’d cheated on him, but he never really loved her.

Not the way he loved you.

“You’re very right about that,” you agreed with a mouthful of food. “What about you? Are you seeing someone?”

Basil laughed loudly, “me? Is that a joke?”

“Hey, just because you’re a hermit doesn’t mean you don’t have some online girlfriend or something.”

“No…no, no one would be interested in me,” Basil felt the weight of his loneliness on his chest again.

“You seem like a sweet guy, and you do have great taste in music, I’m sure there’s someone out there who would love to date you,” you chuckled, “this kinda feels like a date.”

Basil put his food down, having completely lost his appetite in favor of this conversation with you. He stood, going back to the peephole. You must’ve heard him because you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours and stared.

“Why?” He asked. “This is weird.”

“What’s weird? Me talking to you about my dating life when you literally live next door to me? You probably know more about what’s happening in my personal life than anyone,” you said, shaking your head and putting your food on the floor too.

You got up and walked to the door, putting your palm on the wood paneling and resting it there.

“When I came in from that date, well, lack thereof, I called my best friend and my mom, and no one answered,” you looked at the floor and then back at the peephole. “Some stranger who I hardly know, but who also seems to be going through something, was kind enough to send me a pizza. That kinda checks off a lot of boxes for me as far as someone I might be interested in getting to know better.”

“What if you find out I’m actually a horrible person? Like you said, you don’t know me,” he retorted, thinking about what he’d done to that pizza you were so grateful for.

“Are you a murderer?” You asked bluntly, keeping your eye on the peephole.

“Well no, no I’m not.”

“Okay then I don’t think–”

“What if I’m hideous?”

“I don’t give a shit about looks really,” you sighed and sat back down in your chair. “I know this is weird, that’s why I just want to talk to you, get to know you a little. Is that alright?”

You were right. There was no harm in getting to know him, except it gave him hope. The last thing he could handle was the thought of you leading him on and then turning him down once you saw his face. What if getting to know you only made his obsession grow? How would he ever recover from the crushing despair if you rejected him once you saw what he really looked like?

“Fine,” he said, sitting back down.

For days you shared meals and stories, taking turns sitting outside the other’s door while getting to know one another. Basil was falling for you. It was more than just that obsession to fuck you now, it was that need to call you his. It was the need to have you smiling and laughing with him on a lazy Sunday morning or while apple picking in the fall. Simultaneously, it was the need to have you moaning his name while you took every inch he had.

He would overcome anything for you, even his greatest fear, which was risking your potential rejection of him.

He gave himself the excuse he needed to knock on your door and come inside. You’d had a heavy package delivered, and while he was certain you could handle it, he decided to offer some help. Basil knocked on your door, heart pounding with every step he heard you took toward him. He adjusted the paper bag on his head, knowing he looked foolish, but he wasn’t ready to show you everything yet.

You opened the door, and he saw your eyes scanning him up and down. This was the first time he was seeing you in the open while awake, and you took his breath away. It was evening, so the two of you had already had your dinner date. The UPS driver came late, and you probably hadn’t planned on company, hence the short shorts and ill-fitting tank top.

“Basil?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

You were judging him, he could tell. His palms started to sweat and he lost the ability to speak. Could he remember how to breathe?

“Oh, my package!” You exclaimed, walking over to it and trying uselessly to lift it.

“I got it,” he said, coming out of his stupor and rushing to aid you.

You thanked him as he brought the package into your apartment and placed it down on your floor by the couch with a heavy grunt. He stood up, stepping away from the package. His paper bag rustled as he did so.

“Thanks. I probably could’ve dragged that in here myself but…I appreciate the help,” you sighed, giving Basil a smile that nearly stretched ear to ear.

If you could see his face, you’d see how flushed his cheeks were at your charming expression.

“What?” He asked, keeping his eyes on you.

“I’m just happy to see you out of your apartment,” you explained sincerely. “You don’t have to keep the bag on unless you want to, but it’s going to be kinda hard to drink some wine with it on.”

You went to one of your cupboards and pulled out a bottle of Barefoot Moscato and two glasses.

“All I’ve got is white, and it’s cheap,” you said, pouring the drinks.

“Oh um…I’m not…I was going to go back…”

“Come on Basil, please just stay for one glass?”

How could he say no when you looked at him like that? So sweet and begging that it nearly brought a tear to his eye to even think about turning you down.

“Y-you really want me to s-stay? You don’t think I’m weird or–”

You laughed, “I mean, you are wearing a bag on your head, I can’t lie and say that’s not odd but…” you trailed off as you handed him the glass of wine. “We’re all a little weird right? I mean, I’m letting a guy I barely know have wine with me in my apartment with a bag on his head. Who’s weirder?”

Basil couldn’t help laughing. You made a good point, so he decided to try and relax, and the wine certainly helped. Three glasses in each and you were both feeling a bit more loose, but he was also feeling something else. While you were laughing and telling him about how annoying this girl at work was, your breasts were bouncing with every wild movement of your arms. He was mesmerized.

“-And when I tell you that’s all she ever does…are you listening?” The bag on Basil’s head shifted as he looked back at your eyes.

“Yeah, yes.”

You chuckled, looking down at your chest and back up at him, shaking your head.

“All you men are the same, just after one thing huh?” You asked, downing a fourth glass of wine.

Basil’s heart stopped in terror. No. No, you couldn’t possibly think that of him could you?

“No, no it’s the wine I’m sorry I was zoning out and I wasn’t even looking at them I…I’m so sorr–”

“I’m kidding. You think I would’ve answered the door when I saw it was you out there wearing this if I didn’t want you to look at me?”

Basil let out a half-hearted chuckle, trying to breathe again, “kidding, right…” he finished off another glass as well. It was then that he realized what you’d said. “You want me to l-look at you? Like…like you…” he gulped, “you want me to…”

You laughed, nodding and sighing at him affectionately.

“Basil, I think you’re a nice guy, I want you to look at me.”

His mind was fuzzy, and even with only one good eye, he could see clearly as you started to bring the straps of your tank top down. Either your self-esteem was so on the floor, and you’d take your top off for any man that gave you the time of day, or you were really into him. He didn’t want to get his hopes up only to have them crushed, so he took what he could get, and enjoyed the moment, watching you lower your top down, showing your beautiful chest off in a lacy bralette.

You couldn’t see the way Basil’s jaw dropped, or see the way the drool dribbled down his chin, but he couldn’t breathe again.

“I’m going to assume that you like what you see, even though I can’t tell what you’re looking at…” you raised your eyebrows.

“Yes, yes I’m sorry I’m just…wow…”

“Wanna feel ‘em?” You asked with a hiccup.

Could you get cuter? Your big, gorgeous eyes were looking at him from the other side of the couch, begging for validation. You really needed someone as pathetic as him to validate you? Someone so beautiful needed his reassurance to feel adequate? You were practically asking him to tell you just how much he loved your tits and wanted them. Who was he to deny you?

“Um…I…”

Before he could stutter any longer, you were crawling on the couch over to him, sitting on your knees, your chest perked up for him to admire. Basil’s cock had been at half mast for the better part of the hour, and now it was threatening to bust through the seam holding it back. With a shaking hand, he reached out, touching your breast underneath the thin fabric of the bralette. You bit your lip as his thumb brushed over your hard nipple.

“You have really big hands,” you said with a giggle that made Basil’s body spark with an electric shock.

“You like that? Big hands?” He asked, bringing his other hand to cup your neglected right breast.

“I do,” your tone was sultry and sweet.

A breathy moan escaped as his hands massaged your tits, taking his time to rub his thumbs over your peaks, feeling the way they got harder under the bralette. He pinched them, enjoying the way you whimpered when he did. You were so sensitive, he knew you would be, he could feel it.

He felt something else too, the unmistakable and insurmountable arousal growing inside of him and pooling in his groin. He cursed under his breath, squeezing your tits tight while he felt the heat, shooting in spurts, and wetting his lap, making a mess of himself…right in front of you. Basil froze, afraid to move, afraid that you would see how pathetic he was, blowing his load after only touching you for a second.

“Did…did you just…” you started, looking down at the dark, wet spot on his lap.

“I’m so sorry, this has never happened to me before,” he lied, trying to cover himself with his hands. “I’ll go, oh my–”

“No wait,” you say, putting a hand on his shoulder before he could leave. “Are you kidding me? That’s so fucking hot.”

That was it, the proof Basil needed to convince himself that you were all in his head. Though he usually couldn’t feel his hallucinations, not like this anyway. He would’ve kissed you right then, but he couldn’t. You still didn’t know what he looked like, and no matter how much of his odd behavior you were willing to accept, he couldn’t be certain you would accept his deformity.

“Can you bend over for me?” He asked, voice soft and pleading.

You bit your lip and nodded slowly, turning around and putting a throw pillow under your chest. Basil removed the bag from his face, letting it drop off to the side of the couch. He could see you much more clearly now, bent over so nicely for him, rear poised and ready for him to touch. He stood up and unclasped his belt, then pulled down his soiled pants and boxer briefs, discarding them on the floor.

“Can you promise me you won’t look?” He asked, holding onto your hips as he positioned himself behind you.

You giggled and nodded, “yeah, I won’t look, I promise.”

He leaned over you, “thank you,” he whispered in your ear, feeling your body shudder in response, “such a sensitive girl.”

You whined as he kissed down your shoulder, bringing his hands to your waist and holding tightly. He ran his cock between your ass cheeks, feeling the sweet friction they provided was going to set him off again so soon after he just came. You said it was hot though…

“I’m sorry, it’s coming again I can’t stop–ah!”

Basil moved his hips faster and faster until he was shooting heavy ropes of white all over your back, getting some on the couch. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, despite your saying how much you liked it. You laughed again, wiggling your ass a little and rubbing it along his length.

“Such a needy boy,” you taunted, “get it in me next time.”

He furrowed his brow, running the fat tip of his cock along your slit. You still made him so fucking hard, no matter how many times he came, he could keep going as long as you were around. Basil watched your lips part, swallowing him whole until his pubic hair was brushing against your rear. He whined, feeling your walls flutter around him and hearing your satisfied sigh.

“Yes, oh wow, you’re f-fucking h-huge,” you said, gasping as though he’d been pounding you for hours, but he still hadn’t moved since he slid into you.

“You really like it? You think it’s big?” He pulled back, seeing how wet you made his cock until he slammed forward again.

You cried out, “oh god yes!”

Basil squeezed your waist tighter, finding a smooth rhythm that kept you wailing and drooling on your own couch. He watched you hold onto the arm of the couch, burying your face into the pillow and screaming into it like he was killing you. He pushed on your back, forcing you to gasp and groan, face being forced into the cushions.

He leaned forward, kissing your shoulder, “tell me how much you like it,” he whispered, “please, I need to hear you tell me how good I feel.”

“I-oh god I can’t-mm!”

“Please,” he begged pathetically, kissing your back again, “tell me it’s good, please.”

“It’s good Basil it’s…oh!”

He felt your pussy squeeze around him, and when he looked down he could see it throbbing while you gushed over his cock. You were incoherent, making high pitched whines as you continued losing yourself in the euphoria. He’d slowed his movements, trying once again to contain himself a little longer. It was clear you wanted more when you started moving on him again on your own, taking what you knew you needed.

“Basil,” you mewled.

He leaned into you again, “yeah?”

“I want to see you, please,” you said, voice pleading for the one thing he never wanted to give you.

Basil would give you his soul, his body, everything in his bank account in order to avoid letting you see his fucking face. He slammed into your hips, growing a little frustrated with your curiosity. Did you want to see it so you could mock him? So you could laugh at the man while he fucked you full? Why did you need to see him so badly?

“I want to see your face when you come,” you said as though you could read his mind.

Basil pulled out of you.

This was it.

He couldn’t keep hiding from you.

He sat back, feeling the cool leather of the couch against his rear.

“Fine,” he said coldly, feeling dread weighing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

You turned around slowly until you finally met his gaze. Your lips parted slowly, eyes scanning over his face as though you were mapping it out, memorizing the details. As you leaned in closer, Basil turned his face away from you, shielding the deformity from your eyes as though it might make you hate it less. He could feel the tears welling, he was already anticipating your harsh words.

“Why are you hiding from me? Pretty boy,” you cooed in the softest voice, reaching out a hand and touching his scarred cheek, turning him to face you.

“W-what did you just say?” He asked, a tear spilling over and running down his cheek.

“I can’t believe you’d keep your beautiful face hidden from me like that,” you climbed over his lap, straddling his hips.

“Are you playing with me? Huh? What’s your angle? Are you going to go to work tomorrow and tell all your friends you fucked a freak?” He was getting angry, but trying to keep it from boiling over.

You giggled, “do you really think that lowly of me, Basil?” your face closed in on his and your lips brushed against the rippled skin on his cheek softly.

He choked out a moan as you lowered yourself on him, stuffing your cunt full of him once again. You liked his face? You really liked it? He threw his head back, hair falling out of his eyes as he looked up at you. He guided you as you bounced up and down on his dick, feeling it bruising the deepest parts of you. You brought your hands to the back of his head, holding onto his dark curls tight while you kissed him deeply.

“Mm, you’re so so-good-baby,” he growled lowly, “use me, use me to get off again, I want you to come on me again and again I–”

“Shh,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his, forcing your tongue past his lips, and the second he tasted you, he let out a whimpering moan.

He squeezed your hips tighter, intoxicated by the feeling of you, and the sounds of your wet pussy slapping against his lap. He started rolling his hips upward, feeling himself getting deeper and deeper with every pass. It was like your body knew he belonged in there, making room for him as it should. You let out a guttural moan, deep from inside of you, and Basil could feel your cunt starting to flutter around him again. 

He latched his lips to your neck, and you immediately held onto both of his shoulders and lurched forward, hips freezing while your cunt contracted over him in waves. Basil came once again, cock throbbing while it filled your little hole with everything he had. He pulled your hips down, placing both hands on top of your thighs and holding you there while he rutted upward, sobbing as he did.

He couldn’t believe you let him take you. He couldn’t believe you called him pretty. Most of all, he couldn’t believe that when you were both finished, panting heavily on the couch as clarity set in, you didn’t call him an ugly monster and scream at him to leave your apartment.

“So you…was that…did I do alright? You liked it? You don’t think I’m hideous?”

“Basil…” you leaned in and kissed his nose, “you’re perfect.”

Miscellaneous Character Masterlist

Main Masterlist

#basil #stitt #basil stitt fanfiction #basil stitt fan fiction #basil stitt x reader #basil stitt x you #basil stitt fanfic #basil stitt fan fic #lightningface fanfiction #basil stitt oneshot #basil stitt one shot #basil stitt smut #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fanfiction #lightningface fan fiction #basil stitt x f!Reader #basil x reader #basil x you #basil stitt headcanons

[uselesssomebody]

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 (18+)

the do's (rules & information):

readers must be over 18 reading these drabbles

all works will be under or roughly a thousand words

thirty-one days of smut drabbles

ten days are open to requests for the kinks

ten days will include dark content (will be properly tagged)

five will include a dominant reader

the don'ts (what i am not interested in writing):

i only write fem!readers, with all involved characters being over 18

the kinks i'd appreciate you don't request are anything to do with anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum), and certain dom/sub dynamics like age play or ddlg

otherwise, ask away, and i'll see if i'm comfortable writing your request!

the kinks and the characters

october 1: shower sex w/ frankie morales

october 2: ball worship (dom!reader) w/ eddie munson

october 3: sex pollen (dark) w/ din djarin

october 4: consensual non-consent (dark) w/ miguel o'hara

october 5: threesome (ffm) w/ marc spector & layla el-faouly

october 6: requested kink & character

october 7: breeding kink (dark) w/ duke leto

october 8: somnophilia (dark) w/ eddie munson

october 9: mutual masturbation (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 10: threesome (mmf) + double penetration (in one hole) w/ frankie morales and santiago garcia

october 11: titfucking w/ javier peña

october 12: requested kink & character

october 13: exhibitionism w/ poe dameron

october 14: dacryphilia (dark) w/ joel miller

october 15: temperature play (dom!reader) w/ din djarin

october 16: phone sex w/ jack daniels

october 17: corruption kink (dark) w/ dio morrissey

october 18: requested kink & character

october 19: edging (dark!dom!reader) w/ basil stitt

october 20: recording/blackmail (dark) w/ jonathan levy

october 21: mask + glove kink w/ jake lockley

october 22: hate + mirror sex w/ javier peña

october 23: cockwarming (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 24: requested kink & character

october 25: overstimulation w/ jake lockley

october 26: size difference w/ miguel o'hara

october 27: knife kink (dark) w/ bucky barnes

october 28: free use (dark) w/ joel miller

october 29: sex toys w/ natasha romanoff

october 30: requested kink & character

october 31: period sex/blood kink w/ santiago garcia

the characters (you guys can request)

from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington

from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara

from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian)

from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia

miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora)

miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey

if you want to request another character, don't hesitate! i will see what i can do.

notes

guys i know i haven't written in like 1200 months but i wanna get back into the mood with the short smutty stuff

besides, i've never done kinktober and every other one i've seen bangs so hard i simply couldn't resist

side note - dark fics will be only available on my adjacent dark blog: @darkuselesssomebody, but will be linked on this masterlist. if you wanna read the dark drabbles and future dark work, give it a follow!

i am also willing to take non-kinky & halloween themed requests, so if you have any, let me know!

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

#uselesssomebody #kinktober 2023 masterlist #dark! din djarin #dark!miguel o'hara #dark!duke leto #dark!eddie munson #dark!joel miller #dark!dio morrissey #dark!jonathan levy #dark!bucky barnes #eddie munson smut #bucky barnes smut #natasha romanoff smut #jake lockley smut #marc spector smut #layla el faouly smut #marc spector x reader x layla el faouly #steven grant smut #miguel o'hara smut #poe dameron smut #din djarin smut #frankie morales smut #santiago garcia smut #basil stitt smut #duke leto atreides smut #jonathan levy smut #joel miller smut #javier peña smut #jack daniels smut #agent whiskey smut

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in September, but that’s when I read them 😊

(finally caught up, phew! thanks for your patience y'all ❤️)

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

🔥The Nerve (Din Djarin x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

Rookie Mistake (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @groguspicklejar (i've recced this before, but now there are more parts so 😌)

Poe Dameron falling in love with his best friend (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @i-belong-to-the-stars

Pièce de rèsistance (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @the-little-ewok

Moon Knight

🔥Be Lost (Dom!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @juneknight

🔥Dark Necessities (Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (i've recced this before but it's amazing and now there's a part 3 🙃)

🔥reciprocation (Best Friend!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @runa-falls

🔥Zombie Apocolypse AU with Marc (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

Serenade (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

Shava Tova (Moon Boys x Non-Jewish!Reader) - @romanarose

🔥Prettiest Sounds (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @romanarose

Tell Me About it (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Triple Frontier

🔥Mine. (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @burstanddecay

Night drive (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @dailyreverie

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥miguel o’hara fucks you to sleep (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @beautysamour

🔥Earth 703 (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

🔥college miggy helping you out (College AU!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @reinasei

Scenes from a Marriage

🔥Filthy (Jonathan Levy x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Ex Machina

🔥Good Moring (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Fever (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Lightningface

🔥Perv!Neighbour Basil finds your camgirl account (Perv!Basil Stitt x Camgirl!F!Reader) - @redeyerhaenyra

The Two Faces of January

🔥Sativa (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh (part of the Oxford Comma series❤️)

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

#poe dameron x reader #din djarin x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #santiago garcia x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #jonathan levy x reader #nathan bateman x reader #basil stitt x reader #rydal keener x reader #fic rec #q

[ominoose]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

In My Veins 🎃 Jake Lockley x Reader / CNC & Sharp Teeth

A Drop of Blood 🎃Basil Stitt x Reader / Free Use & Blood

Michael Myers!Marc Spector 🍬 Cai Bot

Pumpkin Porn 🎃 Steven Grant / Being Recorded & Pumpkin

Behind The Pizzaria 🎃Jake Lockley x Reader / Tazer & Fnaf

Ghost!Steven Grant🍬Cai Bot

Caladan Attacks!🎃Leto Atreides x Reader / Power Imbalance & Alien

In The Dark 🎃Jonathan Levy x Reader / Unfinished blurb

Brahms!Steven Grant🍬Cai Bot

Kane 🍬- Cai Bot

Cecil Dennis🍬- Cai Bot

🍬- ??? (Oct 30th)

🍬- ??? (Oct 31st)

#tomimuse #hehehe a teaser >:) #mostly so i can remember where this post is and link it in pinned

[h0unds-of-h3ll]

Strangers

One day he orders pizza, the next sushi. The delivery girl is much more interesting than the last guy. Doing what any person would; he invites her in.

Basil Stitt x reader smut.

Word count: 5k

Viewers beware you’re in for a scare with the: angst, fluff, smut, cute smut, hint of suicidal ideation, making out, talk of insecurities, language & explicit themes, shower smut, jerking off, unprotected sex, biting, groping, manhandling. I think that’s it, it’s the fluffiest thing I’ve written.

A/n: I’ve dug in the trenches for something about Basil and came up dry. So, I have taken the drought and came up with this. Enjoy!

His leg bounces up and down on the hardwood floor. Anxiety courses through his veins. Food is a necessary thing to survive, but getting said thing was worse than being naked in front of a stranger. He doesn’t know a lot of things. He knows that he’s been an abomination of nature since the accident. The one that’s made him cower in his cave. Gave him a legitimate excuse to bail out of every event. Gave him a lifelong, blatant insecurity. He doesn’t know how long he’s going to be locked in this self-made cage.

For the rest of his life, maybe. The purple hue of his tv illuminates his face. It showed each crevice and divot to the world. The stretch of skin which was dark and blistered was held brightly on a high podium. His gray eye glossed over with a hazy hue. He can see partially out of his vision wavering. The leg bounces and his heart thrums. He stares without a thought at the calm video playing before him. His brain was put on autopilot. The colors morph and shape and then burst into something much greater. He thinks about arranging his place into looking more presentable, but why? He doesn’t have guests.

It looks homier than it ever has to him. The mattress slanted in the wall is a pleasant touch. Soft rapping on his door makes him freeze. Shit. Visitors. His heart hurts, and his throat closes up. The door dash has arrived. You didn’t have a profile picture, just an icon. He remembers seeing she/her in a section. He’s curious beyond it actually what you look like. In his manic mind, he thinks of your arrival as a blind date. What your hair color is, what you smell like. Fuck. He’s deranged that was already stated, but he’s dropped off into falling for a stranger? He wheezes. His stomach churns and burns with excitement. He just knows he’ll like you, whoever you are. The issue was he couldn’t get up from his spot in the middle of the couch. Just do it, get it over with. He tries, but he can’t. The hitting of knuckles on his door sends him into a frenzy. He jumps from the most heavenly spot on the cushions. He’s practically running to find the brown mask.

Your fisted hand is in mid-knock before the door swings open. A huffing bagged man displayed before you. You didn’t think of anything at first but as the picture sinks in. You smile. The most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You push your hands out, handing him the white plastic that had red ‘thank you.’ In a line out. He doesn’t take it, not at all, he just stares. He can only barely see through the poor eye holes. What he can make out of you has him floored. His mouth dropped open and heavy breathing echoed in his helmet. Your head tilts and your eyes squint. You’re inquisitive of his current presence. Such an interesting constraint to the mundane things of the world. You like it, encourage the strangeness of him. The bag moves on the strangers broad shoulders. He looks behind you and to the sides. As if he’s expecting to find someone- something else behind you. He doesn’t speak when he goes to look back at you. His large stature resembles a mountain resisting entrance. The only thing blocking you from seeing his hysteria is himself. 

“Here’s your food, sir.”

It comes out more than a hushed question, one that he doesn’t answer. He just makes a mental note of every feature of yours, to the tip of the strands of your hair, to your shoes. You look adorable in every sense of the world. Not the cute puppy adorable, but in a way that a flower blooms. The way the pollen settles in its petals for something else to live off of. To survive. It crosses his mind to open up to you. Lay all his cards on the table for you to see. All spectrums of his brain lights up at once. The first hit of coffee in the morning, the drag of a cigarette entering his lungs. He’s experiencing love at first sight. It can’t be that, can it? You couldn’t like the true him, the naked version of his face. He digs his hand into his pocket and draws up the wad of cash. He doesn’t bother counting it. He needs to escape, to run away. The unfamiliarity of the situation triggered his fight or flight. His brain resets and he throws the wad at you. He wrapped his large hands around the handles of the bags. His fingers momentarily brush against yours and a deep breath is caught in his throat. He holds it before stepping back with wide eyes. He moves back and his foot kicks the door close.

The locks click and you’re staring at the wood. Maybe it's burgundy. You blink dumbly at the hump of green by your shoe. You don’t entirely understand what has happened. Your brain can’t compute the oddity. Instead, you crouch down, taking the money and counting out the correct amount. Your job wasn’t the most rewarding, but you couldn’t live with the guilt of robbing the poor guy. Just from the looks of it, he was going through the thick of it. His back slams into the center of the door. The plastic sat aside. He slides down the base until he’s sat. He can’t breathe, the bag suffocating him. What did he just do? How rude of him to just slam the door and throw money at you. His skin crawls with nervousness.

The social interaction is too much. He had touched you, a glimpse into what could be. He watched your eyes trail over him. Were you taking him in too? God, what is he going to do? His eyes fall to the discarded takeout. He orders way more than he thought. About a week's worth of sushi. Most of it he bought. He felt the urge and acted on it without a second thought. There were similarities between the one he was going through now and the one he was going through before. He clasps his eyes shut and grits his teeth. Why can’t he be bold and courageous? Just ask her out. The worst you can say is no. He slowly lifts himself off the ground. His hand wrapped around the knob. He was hopeful to find you still there. He turns and steps aside. Your tiny fist hung in the air. Your other hand clutching his spare money he gave you. He doesn’t think before he speaks. 

“Wouldyouliketocomeinandeat?”

One interrogative statement turned into one word. However, you fall on the stranger’s deep voice. Your mind runs over every syllable, dipping into the specific deep ones. The ones where his voice dropped into a sweet husk. You wonder if he’s asthmatic with the way he heaves. It’s cute, the puppy dog way. He’s eager and excited. It’s nice. Your head pivots with a soft smile. Accepting his invitation. 

“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

His heart explodes, and a rush of blood runs to his head. A sharp stinging bite on his thighs licks up to his stomach. It’s progress, and he’s over the moon to know you want to get to know him. He’s blushing a deep crimson under the bag. 

“I’d love to.”

~~~

He wished he would’ve cleaned. You admire the place. It’s an absolute mess, sure, but somehow it’s a work of art. Each thing has its place in the chaos. As you ponder curiously further into the madness. He’s swiping a few things and nick knacks behind you. Hiding them some place more suitable. His nerves were shot, and he was on high alert. He felt exposed, naked even. With the bag over his head, he can hide. With you carelessly waltzing into his home like you would in a museum, have him sweating bullets. Your hands tied behind your back and your head in the air.

You soak everything in, the art on his walls, the books. All of it, you can read a person like a book from their environment. You were sure that the man with the bag over his head was holding some baggage. You were a hound trying to sniff the red flags out, so far you’re only met with haphazard green ones. As you round the corner, you find the aura of the calm colors on the screen. You sit on the plush sofa. The plastic bags were hanging tightly in the palms of his hands. In front of you, he sits them down on a coffee table. He’s so rigid, he can’t be comfortable in his skin. He feels his skin prickling. He’s nauseous with the rapid breathing, you’re breathing the same he is. It’s driving him insane. 

“Do you need anything, water or juice?”

He gestures around himself, almost forgetting his manners. He scratches the back of his neck. A nervous tendency he’s picked up over the years. You kicked your shoes off at the door, along with his money on the table. 

“Actually..I don’t think I have any juice.”

He bites his lip, chewing the soft skin there. 

“I’m sorry.”

It’s all he says before clamping his mouth shut. He must be such a poor excuse of a host. You shake your head with a smile. 

“It’s okay, no worries.”

You pat the cushion beside you, signaling him to sit. He feels like a stranger in his own apartment. The way you imposed on his couch like you’re old friends. His head hurts. He takes your offer and his thighs stretch out as he sits the farthest away from you. He’s afraid that if he touches you, you’ll break. The sack on his head looks straight at the television set. You don’t mention the way you can hear him hyperventilate under the bag. You just admire him from afar. His tawny skin, enormous arms with thick thighs. He’s attractive, you can tell just from his form. You ponder if his face matches the rest of him. He’s invited you to share his dinner with you. But how is he going exactly? Your brows furrow as the questions pop into your skull. 

“How do you see?”

You ask innocently, not an ounce of judgment on your words. You’re intrigued by him, and it makes him not be able to think. 

“I don’t.”

He says bluntly, without a hint of amusement. His voice is monotone and quick. 

“Well, I do. I’m not blind or anything.” 

He laughs unnaturally. It's so painfully forced. You chuckle with him at the fascinating sound. It’s melodic even if it’s meticulously false. You’re interested to hear the natural version. You think of how detached he is from the world. The place and himself entirely. When was the last time he talked to someone outside of his circle? The orange hues of the meditation video casts across the bag. You should feel scared, fear him because he’s masked and different. But you don’t, you feel the opposite. You want to know his story, the lore of the bag. He shuffles uncomfortably under your gaze. His palms flat on his thighs, running over the length of them to ease the sweat. He’s leaking through his pores and his ears. It’s only a matter of time before he spills everything about himself to you. 

“H-how-“

He stops, pursing his lips together during his brief interval. He thinks of his words before continuing. 

“How long have you been working at the sushi place?”

It’s small talk, short and sweet, but you welcome it. A gentle smile, happy to indulge. 

“I just moved here. I’ve only delivered a couple of weeks ago.”

Your eyebrows knit together on your face. The corners of your lips turn downwards, your eyes glossed over with a dull yellow. 

“I’m sorry that I was late.”

You were late? He didn’t even know. It didn’t even cross his mind that you were. He didn’t care that you were. You were perfect to him in every way. He moves and adjusts the position he’s in. He’s trying to feel okay in his skin, but it feels impossible. 

“It’s okay. I didn’t even notice.”

Every time he speaks, he goes through his words quickly. He doesn’t want to speak more than he has to. He wants to persevere with the mysteries of him. You beam up at him, your head quirks to the side. 

“How ‘bout you? How long have you been here?”

You’ve actually stunned him. He doesn’t know the answer. He can’t remember. Was it in the fall or the summer? He can’t pin it. 

“Long enough.”

You nod, taking his answer with a smile. You don’t want to pry on something he doesn’t want to tell. 

“You asked for fugu. And if I recall correctly for the poisoned bit. It’s against regulation.”

You pause, chewing on your bottom lip. He notices that you’re like him. You understand him in your own way. You know the answer, yet you still ask it. 

“All of this is technically against regulation, but I’ll never live with it unless I know.”

You quiet down again, thinking over the right words, your nose scrunching up. You finally will yourself to do it and blurt it out. 

“Are you okay?”

He’s chosen to plead the fifth. He’s not okay from the look of the bag and the state of his apartment. But you’re questioning the sanity of his food choice. He falls for you hard. You’re worried about him. A total complete stranger that you’ve never met before. Yet you care, he feels like you authentically want the answer, so he does. 

“Is anyone okay, like really? When you pass someone on the street and ask ‘are you okay?’ And they say I’m alright are they truly?”

He’s talked too much, revealing how pessimistic he is. When you don’t respond, he sinks into the cushions. You shared a beautiful connection with him and he has ruined it. He wants to shrivel up in a ball and perish. He’s dodged your question. He’s trying desperately to hide how far up shit’s creek he is and it fails. You have his throbbing heart in your small hand, all you have to do is squeeze, and he’s over. You turn your head while you think of your reply. 

“I suppose not. I guess it’s more gratifying to yourself to lie and say that you care about a person's mental health than telling the truth.” 

You sigh at the end of your melancholy answer. Leaning over to scoop up a cup of noodles and a pair of sticks. Setting the cup on your lap and opening it. 

“So, my conclusive answer is no. I don’t think anyone is truly okay.”

It’s quiet, the tension is so abundant. It’s suffocating. He muses your words carefully. He watches you slurp the noodles between your lips. The wet smack sounding through the silent room. He wonders if you can hear his beating heart. You’re so well thought out and independent from everyone else he’s ever met. He’s floored with intrigue. 

“You didn’t answer my question, though.”

You frown up at the big bag. A socked foot prods at his thigh. Slurping a final noodle before dropping the sticks into the opening and putting the white box on the table. 

“I asked if you were okay, not that anyone else was.”

He groans, looking up at the ceiling. He pulls your legs over his broad thighs. His large hands spread along your calves. 

“No. I don’t think I am.”

Your frown deepens, and your eyes fill with sorrow. An idea blossoms into your mind. You swing a leg over his lap. The hidden man freezes entirely. He doesn’t breathe; he doesn’t move. He’s a statue. 

“Now, if anything feels uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll stop entirely.”

You don’t move and hold your hips above him. The brown bag moves as he nods. Your knees spread wide with the meaty limbs. 

“It’s a social experiment. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now.”

You look into the dark circles where his eyes should be. Blinking blankly at the holes. 

“That’s a lie. I cooked up this idea three seconds ago, but that’s besides the point.”

The tops of your thighs are where his hands fall. His thumbs are smoothing over the fabric of your jeans. His fingers wrapping around the crevice of them. He’s warm, and all too hot. You look down at his evidence of affection. You blush at the realization that he’s encouraging you, coaxing you to continue your nervous rambling. The stretch of your thighs licks at your pussy. His hands on your body spurs you onward. Your hands go underneath the bag. Cupping the sides of his neck. He’s damp with sweat, but your soft hands on him make his breathing quicken. You want to know what his breath feels like on your skin. 

“Scary isn’t it?”

Your voice is sultry, and he’s seduced entirely by it. He’s eaten up by you, body and soul. You can feel the rumble of his voice box when he speaks. 

“Yeah.”

He tries to hide his losing composure, but it’s sand in a cipher. You move your hands higher to his jaw, the bag moves and he panics. His large hands bounce off your legs to wrap around your wrists. 

“Wait!”

You tilt your head curiously, wondering if you’ve overstepped a boundary. You wait for him to continue, but he never does. He tries to think of an out and he can’t. His hands drop back to where they were originally. The hold on your thighs tighter. You hand the duck and go to trace the sharpness of his jaw. You feel him grit his teeth together. You continue to unveil him. When the bag falls behind the couch. You sigh, sitting down fully on his lap. His head jolts to the side to hide his accident. He can’t bear it to you. It’s too barbaric. Your hands never leave his face. 

“Damn. I was kinda expecting you to be ugly.”

He huffed a laugh of disbelief. His head is looking at you fully. You see his scar. The bright skin stretching and pulling. It’s discolored, deep browns and reds. It adorns his skin proudly. It matches him perfectly. His eye is glazed over gray. Suddenly everything about him makes sense and you swoon. 

“Excuse me?”

You smile at him, his eyes crinkling when his lips turn up. Your fingers trace over the abused skin delicately. Burning it into memory. 

“Thought you were going to be ugly ‘cuz of the bag.”

In an instant, he rebuttals your statement. His thumb digging slightly into you. 

“Am I?”

You shake your head no, smiling brightly at him. You lift slightly, pressing a kiss to his injury. He shutters and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His cock stirring at your lips on his sensitive skin. 

“Not at all.”

You kiss his nose, and of course he has to scrunch it. You go back to sit fully on his lap. Your hands cupping the base of his neck. Your thumbs are coming to run over the stubble on his jaw. He smirks down at you. 

“Can’t say the same about you.”

His voice rumbles, and his hands rise to your sides. The pads of his fingers dig in and you scoff playfully. Rolling your eyes dramatically. 

“You’re a menace.”

He nods, he pulls you to his chest before pulling you to lay on your back. He slots himself between your open legs. Your thighs wrapped around his waist. You can feel the bulge in his jeans weigh heavy in your core. Warmth spreads over your stomach and your head feels light, full of air. He leans on his forearms on the sides of your head. His weight on top of you is crushing, but you love the ambience. He feels like one of those expensive weighted blankets. His nose was a few inches away from touching yours. His dark and light eyes flick across your face and fall to stare at your lips. The peck you’ve given him makes him think of how'd they feel on him. 

“I am, but if I’m too much of one, then tell me.”

His voice was husky and mixed with sincerity. Your pussy flutters and you rack your brain for fleeting intelligence. You grin and bite his shoulder. His white shirt dampens with your saliva. He winces and falls slightly onto you. 

“Doubt it, with the way you’re blushing.”

He hides his face deep into your neck. You’ve called him out on his bluff. The blush burns up his neck to the tops of his ears. His stubble scratches against the sensitive part of your neck. He grows meek and shy. However sweet he tries to be, you can feel him throb inside his pants. Your fingers thread through his hair, your nails scrape along his scalp. His hips buck and you slide up onto the couch.  

“Fuck.”

Groaned softly into the side of your neck. He turns to press his lips there. 

“I think I like you.”

He breathes warmly into you. The declaration is more of a promise to you. He knows he’s only met you, but he can envision his whole life with you. You nod your head, agreeing with him. Your fingers tug at a few strands that are tangled together. 

“I think I’d like you a lot more if I gave you a shower.” 

~~~

He’s not entirely sure how he’s achieved this level of heaven. How’d exactly he swoon you into getting in the shower with him? His cock is heavy on your hip. The steam clogging up the mirror, droplets spewing over the two of you. His mop of dark curls slicked back. Precipitation clouded on both of your skin. He almost passed out when he undressed you. He tried to stay innocent minded, but god he couldn’t. His gigantic hands roaming your body, groping and pulling what he can. Handfuls of plush skin pushed into his palms. He’s in his mind palace and anointed the fuck out. 

“I think you’re feeling me more than bathing.” 

His hands fall and you smile. Turning to face him. Water drops off the bridge of his nose and patters to the ground. Your hands go to his chest. The burning skin is pleasing to feel. 

“Didn’t say that I hated it.”

He groans when your small hands run down his long arms and drag them up to your chest. He’s amazed and mesmerized by the feel of you. Your breasts fill his hands perfectly. Your nipples poking at his palms, begging to be touched. When his fingers go to pluck the bud, you moan high in your throat. He sighs, his eyes never leaving your chest. 

“You’re so pretty.”

His wet curls shake on his head and his hands fall to his sides again, his head bowed. His eyes staring at your feet. 

“What the hell are you doing with a guy like me?”

You’re confused about what he means, but you understand when he turns to hide. His back to you. The curls around his neck and ears coated with water. The water hits his shoulders harshly as he stands straight underneath the faucet. He wants to sulk about his insecurities. He’s limiting himself, ridding himself of the pleasure of having you. Maybe that’s why he’s so attractive. He’s more worried about your pleasure than anything else. You rise on your tiptoes, placing your chin on his shoulder. He feels your jaw move when you talk. 

“I dunno. Thought I was having a steamy encounter with an attractive stranger.”

He squints his eyes at the tile. Huffing a dark laugh. He can feel your chest rise on his back. Your pubic hair on his ass. 

“Seductive word play.”

He doesn’t turn his head to address you. You kiss up to his face, pressing a quick peck to the crimson skin. 

“Can think of a few other things that are enticing.”

Your hand flattens to the side of his waist. He pulls away slightly, then settles back onto you. You move your hand snaking around his hip bone. His breathing stutters. The feeling of you burns him from the inside out. He forgets his insecurities when your hand wraps around the base of his rock hard cock. You lazily fist his growing length. 

“S-stranger.”

He growls deep in his chest. He says it like a forbidden word. His hand comes to push on the tile in front of him. He thrusts into your hand. His ass coming to hit back into you, then push up into your hand rapidly. The musky scent of him is potent. His other hand comes to push back his fallen hair. He nearly drowns in the water that rains on him. You fall flat on your feet, your mouth coming to nip at his back. You kiss, then your teeth come out to play, leaving deep red marks on his dark skin. 

“Think we’re more than that at this point.”

Your tongue lays flat on the defined muscle of his shoulder, lapping at the damp skin. After a stern tug, you hold him at the base. His hips buck up into your stilled hand. You tilt your head, looking up at the side of his face. You give him your best puppy dog eyes. 

“Don’t you agree?”

His breath quickens, a pained expression paints across his face. Your other hand comes around to scratch at the coarse hair at his pubic bone. 

“Yeah.”

He whimpers, his head thrown back when you continue to pull at him. You stroke him ferociously, grabbing filthy moans from him. The hand at his mound dips to cup his balls. The pawing makes him almost topple over that big hill of a climax. His balls draw up and he feels himself pour from his tip. Before he can fully lose himself, he quickly tears your hands from him. He pivots and slams your body into the side of the wall. His large hand is going to capture your tiny wrists. He holds them high above your head. His cock jutting against your naval. He didn’t know how he didn’t slip and crack his head open, but he looked suave as hell manhandling you like this. His eye is swirling with deep lust, his other glossy. Everything is fiery. He shoves his face into your neck. Your chest rising and plummeting. His warm tongue is flat on the side of your neck. His lips ghost over the shell of your ear. 

“Not gon’ last with your hands on me like that.”

His hand that was holding your wrists releases. Your hands fall on his broad shoulders, feeling the tendons shift and grind. trails down to your thigh and he hitches it over his hip. You smirk, you’ve broken him. Twisted him into a demented pervert. You quirk an eyebrow at him. 

“How long do you think you’re going to last?”

Your attempt to rile him up works. His hand leaves your thigh to come down to his cock. He doesn’t look away from you as he drags his length along your folds. You're slick coating him. He runs from top to bottom, his ruddy head tracing over your clit. He threatens to dip inside your entrance, but then he traces back to your clit. Your chest juts out, and he smiles. His eyes crinkled with mischief. 

“Let’s find out.”

He tightens his grip around himself before pushing into the resistance of your tight cunt. With one quick thrust, he bottoms out. A high whine boils out of your open mouth. He buried himself inside you far quicker than he expected. You fit him perfectly. The silky stretch pools in your stomach. Your cunt flutters around him, he moans. Your collarbone has his lips on it. His hand wraps around your thigh with a death grip. His fingers digging into your skin, surely to leave deep bruises. He moves and all hell breaks loose. He pistons his hips in and out of your spongy core.

The pace is irregular and sloppy. You wonder when was the last time he’s had sex. He’s knowledgeable about how to please a woman, but his restraint is unhinged. With each thrust, the resistance of your heat grows minimal. He punches high pitched whines out of your pretty throat. The grip on your thigh tugs at the connection of his hips. It’s messy and bad, but you love it. With every push, he nearly leaves your aching cunt. He pulls back till the thick head of his cock is left and then slams his length back into your slicked hole. The wet smack is music to him. He nearly slips out from his erratic thrusts. His lips leave you for the first time in a while. 

“C-can I pick you up?”

He’s hesitant and the way he says it is more rhetorical than anything. He moves his face from you staring at your blissed out state. You nod quickly and bite your lip harshly. 

“If you can.”

He smiles, and the skin stretches beautifully. His other hand coming to the underneath of your other thigh. Before you know it, he’s lifting you up off the ground. He wraps your legs around his waist. His cock barely inside of you, he positions you on the tile with a huff. He shoves you higher than needed on the slick wall. His hands grope your ass. He plummets his cock deep in you. You cry out, clawing at his back. He hisses, his fingers nearly sliding into your asshole. His cock hits deeper and that part in you that makes you sob. Your thighs shake and he pounds into you.

You can’t speak and your thighs wrap tight around his strong waist. Your heels push into his ass, guiding him to leave no space between the two of you. His lips are on yours in an instant. It’s wet and sloppy like everything else. His tongue delves into your mouth greedily. His teeth tugging at your bottom lip. The pain mixes with the delightful tug of the pleasure. His fingers tugging you harshly into the sharp snap of his hips. You weigh nothing when he pounds into you. He captures all the pretty noises you give him. He can feel your pussy weep for him and clench. His dick pumping through you makes him lose control. He leans back, leaving your lips kiss, swollen and bitten raw. His neck was drawn back on his shoulders. He moans deep and heavy in his chest. 

“So fucking pretty.”

You smile dumbly, nipping at his clavicle. His hips stutter. 

“Wish I could say the same about you.”

You bite. His eyes cut at you sharply. His hips slow their pace. Your nails dig into his back. It’s too slow and you’re too close for him to tease you like this. 

“Oh?”

One of his hands leaves your ass to come to your clit. He moves you so you’re balanced on his hips and held up by his forearm. You nod at him, strands of wet hair falling. Your eyes glint deviously. 

“Mhm.”

He thinks about your response momentarily. Running over all the evil ideas he can do to you. He lingers his length in a painful drag. Your hand comes to trace over his scar. He nuzzles his face into your palm. Looking doe eyed at you, full of love and bliss. 

“Think you’re prettier than me.”

Your voice gets caught in your throat. And that’s it, he fucking loses it. He rolls his hips into yours. The hand that was once on his face goes to the back of his head. Tying in the messy curls. You pull his head to your face, kissing him deeply. His thumb rubbing quick circles onto your bud. You jump from him, your thighs tightening their hold. Your cunt milks him. Your body spasms and convulses, he just continues to fuck you through it. He has your cum on his stomach and thighs. You squirted. 

“Did you?”

You nod against his warm forehead. With big dumb eyes staring up at him, that does it for him. He ruts deep into you, pulls all the way back, and pushes all the way back in. Long spurts if cum hitting deep inside your channel. The warmth fills you to the brim. He thrusts lazily into you. His cum spilling over his thighs. He’s drawing out his prolonged high. He presses his soft lips to the side of your burning head. 

“N-never made someone do that before.”

He blushes bashfully, feeling pride bloom in his chest. You smile at him. His cock slips from you with ease, more of his cum spills out of your hole. He helps you stand on unsteady legs. You beam brightly at him. Your hands on his chest. 

“Never had that good of sex before.”

He bows his head, smiling to himself. He scratches the back of his head. 

“Glad to be of service.”

You nod, dipping your fingers over the ridges of his chest. You peck him on the lips before resting your chin on his chest. He grips you to him, afraid that you’ll accidentally hurt yourself if he lets go. 

“By the way, now that I think of it. I don’t know your name.”

He grows eerily quiet. How could he not have told you such a basic thing? He just fucked your brains out and you don’t know who did it to you. He removes a hand from you; he sticks it out to you. You take his hand, shaking it as a formal introduction. 

“Basil.”

He mutters. You say your name in return and he smiles. The tarnished skin of the side of his face lifts, wrinkles on top of wrinkles move. His eyes light up and you think you can see that he has a dimple. He thinks that you’ve given him the most angelic title for him to call you by. You smile, the rain hitting his back, shielding you from it. 

“Nice to meet you, stranger.”

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The series/one shot status are subject to change. I’m trying to keep this short (haha) and only put WIP that I’ve either written some of or have planned out.

Hopefully 31 days worth.

• Trine 4 • 🍑 • Anselm Vogelweide x F!Reader x Blue Jones • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: continuing story (is there a story? Or just smut?), there’s gonna be more chapters after this (there’s a few asks too! I’m not quite sure what order I’m gonna upload them in yet).

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•⭐️ASK⭐️• Trine - bark like you want it

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Reader in Anselm’s lap

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Trine - Anselm & Reader fingering Blue

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Trine - between chapter 1 and 2

• Untitled • 🍑 •  Basil Stitt x F!Reader x Blue Jones • Rating: 18+ pals • OneShot • Summary: how do I even explain this one?

• Untitled • 🍑 • Nathan Bateman x F!Reader x Blue Jones • Rating: 18+ pals • OneShot • Summary: Nathan puts you in charge of a new android. 

• Untitled • 🍑 • Orderly!Blue Jones x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Reader’s mother’s ex-boyfriend pays Blue to commit them to the asylum until reader signs documents.

• Tear Down My Reason 4 • 🍑 • Orderly!Blue Jones x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Continuing the story - there’s gonna be more chapters after this one.

• Untitled • 🍑 • Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Blue gets a bit possessive.

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Orderly!Blue x challenging GN!Reader

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Orderly!Blue with virgin reader

• Untitled • 🍑 • Cecil Dennis x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • One Shot• Summary: Cecil works in a kitchen.

• Untitled • 🍑 • En Sabah Nur x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Technically not En Sabah Nur, because this is the mutan with the healing factor that Apocalypse transfered his mind into. Set in present day.

• Untitled • 🍑 • Jack x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Reader accidentally kills abusive brother in law and dumps his body in the Mojave.

• Untitled • 🍑 • Jackn x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Reader goes to visit her Uncle at his home but finds a stranger house and pet sitting instead.

• Untitled • 🍑 • Jonathan Levy x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Fake dating

• Untitled • 🍑 • Jonathan Levy x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • One shot • Summary: You find out your fiancée has been cheating on you and end up seeking comfort in Jonathan.

• Untitled • 🍑 • Shimmer!Kane x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: it’s bad.

• Untitled • 🍑 • Shimmer!Kane x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: it’s also bad.

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Before Kane leaves for the Shimmer.

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Shimmer!Kane

• Untitled • 🍑 • Laurent LeClare x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Reader with mafia boss father.

• Untitled • 🍑 • Laurent LeClare x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Reader with a husband of convenience. 

• Untitled • 🍑☔ • Leto x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Judge!Leto

• Untitled • 🍑☔ • Leto x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: The emperor is killed before the attack on Akarus 

• Untitled • 🍑☔ • Leto x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: given as a ‘gift’

• Untitled • 🍑🎀 • Llewyn Davis x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • OneShot • Summary: Porn Star! Llewyn

• Untitled • 🍑 • Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • OneShot • Summary: Professor!Miguel

• Untitled • 🍑 • Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • OneShot • Summary: Miguel likes choking. (Sub!Miguel).

•⭐️ASK⭐️• medical reader

•⭐️ASK⭐️• dom Miguel that turns into sub Miguel

• Cariño 7• 🍑 • Jake Lockley x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Last chapter

• Dark Necessities 4 • 🍑 • Jake Lockley x Marc Spector x Steven Grant x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: continuing story (gonna be more chapters after this) 

• The Boy With The Thorn In His Side 4 • 🍑 • Steven Grant x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: continuing story (gonna be more chapters after this).

• Untitled • 🍑 • Steven Grant x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • One Shot • Summary: Steven talking about vampires during sex.

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Moonboys + hair washing

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Mornings + Moonboys

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Moonboys + true crime lover reader

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•⭐️ASK⭐️• Steven with a cubby s/o

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Marc with a cubby s/o

•⭐️ASK⭐️• virgin!Steven

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Jake + loud

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Jake + loud (2)

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Steven + reader with a tennis skirt

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Bratty!Sub!Jake

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Steven + You Wish

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Moonboys annoying Khonshu

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Soft!Marc

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Soft!Marc (2)

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Moonboys + horny reader

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Good Boy part 2 with Marc

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Body worship with Marc

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Marc with reader at the beach

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Cuddles with Marc

• When •  🍑🎀☔⭐️ • Nathan Bateman x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Continuation of How

• Untitled • 🍑 • Nathan Bateman x F!Reader x Blue Jones • Rating: 18+ pals • OneShot • Summary: Nathan puts you in charge of a new android. 

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Nathan getting pegged. 

•⭐️ASK⭐️• "Can't ignore the mistletoe" with Nathan and some spicy smut

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Nathan with a masculine presenting/tomboy s/o

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Nathan makes a clit sucker

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Affectionately annoying Nathan

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Domestic spicy Nathan

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Breeding Kink

•⭐️ASK⭐️• taking care of reader in sub space

• Untitled • 🍑🎀☔ • Poe Dameron x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Reader is a spy for the resistance on the Supremacy.

• The Duke and The Dame • 🍑🎀☔ • Poe Dameron x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Reader is a spy for the resistance on the Supremacy.

• Untitled • 🍑🎀☔ • Poe Dameron x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: There’s a mysterious crash of a rebel ship on a seemingly uninhabited moon.

• Untitled • 🍑 • Poe Dameron x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • One Shot• Summary: Basically sex pollen.

• Untitled • 🍑 • Poe Dameron x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • One Shot• Summary:It’s Poe in the ROTJ princess Leia outfit (don’t look at me.)

• Untitled • 🍑☔ • Prince John x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Prince John in exile.

• Untitled • 🍑🎀 • Robbie Paulson x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • One Shot• Summary: KISSES

• The Thick of the Honey• 🍑 • Santiago Pope Garcia x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Santiago takes a new job at a security company.

• Untitled• 🍑 • Santiago Pope Garcia x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: The boys go back to get the money under the guise of security for an archaeological dig.

•⭐️ASK⭐️• One bed + "Let me warm you up"

•⭐️ASK⭐️• Romantic with GN!Reader

•⭐️ASK⭐️• something sweet with "You're my home" 

#wip #wips #fanfic #due to popular demand I guess? #my writing #in the future I hope

[winniethewife]

It's time that you won (Llewyn Davis X OC)

Mood Board

Believe in one thing, I won't go away. (Basil Stitt x Scarred!reader)

Mood Board

Getting drunk on Christmas (Cecil Dennis x Reader)

You knew I wanted just to hold you (Cecil Dennis x reader)

Spontaneously combust (Nathan Bateman x F!reader)

But I'm going to love you anyhow (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader)

I'm getting what is mine (William Tell x F!Reader) (18+ DDDNE)

Special day for a special girl (Blue Jones X F!reader) (18+)

Dark Room, Corner Booth (Shiv x F! reader) (18+)

Unconventional Location (Able Morales x F!reader) (18+)

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#oscar isaac #masterlist

[freelancearsonist]

Hey there ☺️ congratulations on 3K 🎉🎉🎉. I religiously always check your blog and it always brings a smile to my face . I absolutely adore the way you write all of Oscar’s characters and I was wondering if you are still doing the ship thingy( if you are not it’s okay just ignore this🥰)

I am 5’5 and I have black curly hair . I am also plus sized and am a big girl .I am Indian and South East Asian. I am a Virgo and I have dark eyes and a nose piercing . I really enjoy all types of art . I am really into performing arts ( singing, dancing and acting ) and hope one day I can be a performer 🥹. But I also enjoy painting ,reading and writing . I also thrive on words of affirmation . I love animals and have a golden retriever . I have never been in a relationship. I am generally a anxious person and have been described as sensitive . Also have daddy issues 😅and always joke about myself as a coping mechanism😅. I am kinda insecure of the way I look and only dress in like dark colours and long sleeve shirts . But I enjoy hiking and going on long walks . I also enjoy both coffee and tea but prefer tea more ( am a sucker for ginger tea.) I also enjoy watching thriller and adventure movies and reading crime fiction books . Hope I didn’t go on too much .

I really wanted to say how much I adore you and your blog. Thank you so much for making me smile . Congratulations once again on 3K you deserve it soooo much . Lots of love from me …🥰🥰🥰

i can totally see you with basil stitt

he would really love supporting your performances, he’d even rehearse lines with you and such 🥺 he’s so sweet and always makes you feel beautiful and loved 🥺

#clarke’s 3k celebration

[fictionkinfessions]

for kin meetups, it would just be that one tiktok of a moon knight cosplayer and a mandalorian cosplayer skipping and holding hands.

no, but, for real now. i think jake and din would get along, and fischl too. jake would indulge fischl’s whole ‘prinzessin der verurteilung’ thing and play along with her (definitely trying to be a cool uncle figure), and i think din would too, after some persuasion. basil would find all three of them annoying. will would be happy to finally have another friend near his age, even if she is also from a different world like lyra was. everyone would get along with klee, no doubt. its impossible not to love that kid, even if she is blowing shit up half the time.

also jake and basil point at each other and go “:0! same face!”.

(oh boy this signoff is gonna be so many names and sources. im so sorry mod party cat.)

jake lockley, din djarin, fischl von luftschloss narfidort & klee, basil stitt, & will parry. moon knight, the mandalorian, genshin impact, lightningface, & his dark materials. #⚡️💥

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #⚡️💥 #canon meetups #basilkin #genshinimpactkin #jakelockleykin #marvelkin #mandaloriankin #dindjarinkin #fischlvonluftschlossnarfidort&kleekin #basilstittkin #willparry.moonknightkin #themandaloriankin #lightningfacekin #hisdarkmaterials #mod party cat!

[uselesssomebodylibrary]

useless somebody's library!

this blog is for anyone who wants to read my posts without all the other stuff i do on my blog (waffle, replying & reblogging, fic recs, etc.)

check the sidebar/my description for my main writing blog, and my dark writing blog!

tagging/search system:

go onto my search bar and search for a: ☁ character by their name (e.g. #joel miller or #bucky barnes) ☁ series by its name (e.g. #variants or #the lighthouse) ☁ dark character by dark! + their name (e.g. #dark!basil stitt)

#uselesssomebodylibrary #uselesssomebody

[darkuselesssomebody]

masterlists!

** all works are x reader (written as x fem!reader but most are/can be read as gender neutral)

** this masterlist includes all fandoms i write for - if you have a suggestion with another fandom/character, you can still request it, and i can see if i know them/am willing to write for them ** this is a dark blog; all content comes with content warnings and is 18+ !!

☁ dark marvel masterlist

☁ dark stranger things masterlist

☁ dark miscellaneous

☁ kinktober 2023

#dark useless somebody #masterlist #multifandom masterlist #marvel #mcu #stranger things #dark!bucky barnes #dark!steve rogers #dark!billy hargrove #dark!steve harrington #imagines #oneshots #xreader #dark!loki laufeyson #dark!eddie munson #dark!joel miller #the last of us #dark fics #dark!miguel o'hara #dark!din djarin #dark!basil stitt #dark!steve murphy #narcos #star wars #across the spider verse #lightning face

[melodygatesauthor]

So you know how you did that lactation kink with Steven? Can we have one for Basil

NONNIE CAN YOU HAVE…

Yes…yes you can (below the cut)

NSFW, forced pregnancy, lactation kink

Basil, much as we love him, would do anything to make sure you can’t leave him. He already doesn’t think he’s good enough for you, you deserve to be with someone who doesn’t have a monstrous face - his words not yours - , and he’ll go to toxic lengths to trap you.

This includes, but is not limited to…

Poking holes in the condoms you insisted he wear since your first time together.

Being nice enough to hand you your birth control pill instead of you going and getting it from the bathroom on your own. (It’s a placebo).

Being overly possessive and begging you to keep the baby when you discover you somehow got pregnant despite all the measures you were taking to prevent it.

Basil isn’t shy about his excitement toward your leaking, milky tits. They’re practically falling out of your shirt, taunting him with every step you take, bouncing slightly. The moment he notices the dark spots from the spillage through your clothes, he’s feral.

Your breasts are already a point of comfort for him, making him feel safe and warm, so when they’re filled with a delicious, sweet liquid…he just can’t get enough.

He’s constantly on them whenever the opportunity arises, but he especially loves when it’s at night, you’re sleepy and pliant for him, and he’s tugging your shorts aside desperately. Basil’s always been needy, whimpering while he ruts against your clothed ass, thigh, or whatever he can rub his cock against. He’s not picky.

But now it’s different. Now he’s biting at your shirts, making little holes in them so they’re easier to tear while he whines pathetically. He’s pulling your tits out and squeezing them until you cry just so he can drink every last drop you have.

He’s apologizing because he knows it hurts but he can’t stop. He’s crying too because he kinda feels bad, but you taste so good it’s infuriating.

You need to stop crying because it’s pissing him off.

He puts a hand over your mouth to shut you up while he keeps fucking you and sucking your engorged breasts until they’re empty. He knows he’s an asshole, in fact, he murmurs this several times over your nipple, but he can’t help himself. It just feels too good to stop. If you love him then you should know that, and you should know why he needs this.

Maybe you don’t love him.

You tell him you do, but you’re probably making it up. He knew it was too good to be true. His teeth graze your nipple, forcing you to cry out. His thrusts get more forceful, more possessive. Why do you toy with his emotions like this? Why would you let him fuck a baby into your belly if you hated him so much.

Your hand in his hair grounds him almost immediately. A small gesture, but to him you’re saying “it’s alright, take what you need, I’m all yours.”

When Basil finishes, his hips churn lazily against you, as if he’s savoring the moment, feeling the way your walls contract over every inch of him. You’re so wet, so full of his cum again. It’s his favorite look on you, fucked out and leaking everywhere.

“Are you okay baby?”

He can only nod, looking up at you with a milk-drunk stare. You kiss his forehead before he collapses contentedly on your chest. You wipe the drool and milky remnants from his lips.

“Good boy.”

Basil Stitt Blurbs

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#basil stitt #basil stitt x reader #basil stitt x you #Lightningface #basil stitt headcanons #basil stitt headcanon #basil stitt Lightningface #basil stitt FanFiction #basil stitt fan fiction #basil stitt Drabble #basil stitt blurb #melody answers

[melodygatesauthor]

Hey guys!

I needed a little time to finish the stuff from my 2k celebration but now that THAT'S done I can roll into my 1 Year Ficversary Celebration!

Details below the cut!

Since I'm so busy, I'm going to make this another simple celebration but it will still be fun!

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The rules are simple, pick a blorbo, pick a kink, and I'll write a 100-300 word blurb about it.

Please no more than 1 submission per person for now. If we get toward Sunday and I am all caught up I might open up for second submissions!

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I reserve the right to decline doing a prompt for any reason. Please refer to MY RULES! The things I am uncomfortable writing about still apply during these events.

Blorbos Invited to the Celebration

Poe Dameron - Regular/First Order (Dark Poe)

Nathan Bateman - Regular/Yandere

Miguel O'Hara - Regular/Yandere/Not Spider-Man

Blue Jones - Asylum/Club

Jake Lockley - Regular/Yandere/Mafia/DBF

Steven Grant - Regular/Yandere/Professor/DBF

Marc Spector - Regular/Yandere/Venom Host/DBF

Santiago Garcia - Regular/DBF/BFD

Jonathan Levy - Regular/Professor

Basil Stitt - Yandere/Neighbor (could be both)

Duke Leto Atreides - Regular/Dark

Kinks

Choose one from this randomizer! - (nothing that would include more than one blorbo or that goes against my rules please) - The generator does it in groups of three, PLEASE ONLY CHOOSE ONE.

I am willing to write the character with any bodytype/pronouns/gender, please be clear as to what you would like. If you do NOT specify, I'll do f!Reader with an average body type as that's what I write most often. - IF CHARACTER IS ENBY/GN PLEASE SPECIFY AFAB OR AMAB!

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Thank you all again so much! The event will run from:

12pm EST Thursday 09/28/2023 - 12am EST Sunday 10/01/2023

Melody's 1 Year Ficversary Celebration Masterlist

#melody gates celebrates #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #moon knight #triple frontier #santiago garcia #poe dameron #star wars #nathan bateman #ex machina #blue jones #sucker punch #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #jonathan levy #scenes from a marriage #melody gates 1 year ficversary #basil stitt #lightningface #duke leto atreides #leto atreides #dune movie #dune 2021

[ominoose]

Honoured to have been tagged by @my-secret-shame, legendary paw patrol stan.

How many works do you have on AO3? Three. All abandonded, two are Naruto and ones DC. Darker times...

2. What's your total AO3 words count? 7,541. I haven't posted there in years.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Oscar Isaac almost exclusively. In my head I also write for... is cryptids a fandom? I write the best horror novels in my head, putting HP Lovecraft to shame. One day someone will give me an Oscar character with a horror prompt and it will be the best day ever.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Since I don't even have five fics on AO3, I'll do tumblr instead. Also just gonna stick to Oscar stuff, the only other posts are slasher ones.

Pumpkin Porno In My VeinsTo Be Involved Blue Jones The Makeup Artist Oscar Characters Dating a Witchy Reader

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I response to almost all of them! There's some where I don't know what to say so... I kinda don't. But I do try my hardest, I appreciate when people take time to say a kind word to me and like to return that.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uh... I don't know that I've ever written one. I do absolutely love angst and I feel I could write it decently well, but to end with angst? I simply cannot. Maybe Caladan Attacks, since its basically on the line of non-con with no hope of escape?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The Moon Knight system playing minecraft with you post is just silly, self indulgent fluff that was so funny to write. So thats a very happy one.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have never, which I'm happy to keep like that.

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind? I've written about maybe six smut ever, it's all here and it's... the Oscar Isaac character kind. Or it's always got plot even when I don't mean for it too. I'll get 1k wc in and go "Why the fuck have I not even gotten to the smut yet?".

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I wrote the Steven Grant Travelling the Oscar Verse thingy, where Steven accidentally teleports to Poe Dameron, Leto Atreides and Basil Stitt. Was crazy because I didn't make Steven and Leto bang.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No. Unless they stole it really well and I don't know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Once with an MHA x reader thing back in the day. It also got put on youtube! Highest achievement.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Nope, no clue how it works and too nervous to accept an offer.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Oh no idea, it always depends on what I'm into. Currently in the Oscar fandom I have a bunch of random ships in my head I imagine for god knows what reason.

Steven/Jake Steven/Cecil William/Jake Blue/Jake Me/Jake

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? There's a MK system x reader breeding request I've stared at so many times yet cannot muster the strength to finish. Idk why. I just cannot. Won't delete it though.

16. What are your writing strengths? When I'm in the zone I can crack out four fics in a day. I feel I can put a decent amount of character depth.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I burn out so, so easily when writing. Maybe I need more practice, but it burns out my want to write and my love for the thing I'm into.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I only know English and Scots, but there's nothing to write Scots for and people are rude about it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Naruto, back in the dark ages.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? A Fake Taxi because the concept is so fun, I was encouraged by a friend and it's my first ever smut so that's a milestone!

Thanks again for the tag <3 My no pressure tags are: @winniethewife @minispidey @lunaesidus

#fen you tagged everyone i know #im too introverted for this who else am i left to tag 😭 #jk ily #tag game

[melodygatesauthor]

Melody's Blog Contents

Blorbos/Tropes/Kinks/E.T.C.

A list of characters, tropes, kinks and more that I do and do not write for. As a reminder I DO NOT TAKE REQUESTS. This is just a list for newcomers to my blog to know what I'm all about and what they can expect to see as they explore my blog.

Fandoms and Blorbos

~ Current Fandoms and Blorbos I Write For ~

Moon Knight

Marc Specor Jake Lockley Steven Grant

Across the Spider-verse

Miguel O'Hara

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Dune (2021)

Duke Leto Atreides

Other Oscar Isaac Characters

Santiago Garcia

Blue Jones

Nathan Bateman

Basil Stitt

King John

William Tell

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~ Back Burner Fandoms and Blorbos ~

Disclaimer: I am not CURRENTLY writing for these blorbos but that doesn't mean I won't write for them again! -

Rainbow Six Siege

Not writing for this fandom right now

Apex Legends

Revenant

Star Wars

Kylo Ren

Triple Frontier

Benny Miller

Tropes/Kinks/Etcetera

Disclaimer: I will NOT yuck your yum, there are just some things I am not comfortable writing about and/or do not enjoy writing about and do not wish to write about again or at all.

If you are uncomfortable with any of these topics, please remember to read my tags prior to reading any of my fics. I am very good about my warnings so HEED THEM.

Have Written/Will Write

~ Tropes/AUs ~

Dad's Best Friend Royalty Vampire Coffee Shop AU Modern AU College AU No Powers AU Best Friend's Dad Yandere Dark Version of a Character Brothel/Club AU Asylum AU More!

NSFW/Graphic Content/Kinks - including but not limited to:

Non/Dub-con General Smut/Porn Somnophilia Voyeurism Blood - physical violence/action scenes/blood kink Menstruation - excluding oral menstrual kinks Spit Praise BDSM Toys Daddy/Mommy Pegging Public Sex Breeding Pregnancy (in relation to breeding kink) Self-cest (Moon Knight specifically) Drunk Sex Consenting Adult Age-gap sex Orgy Suicide Addition Explicit violence Murder More!

Things I Will Not Write

Scat Watersports Furry Incest Pedophilia/Under 18 Terminal Illness Self harm (I'm sure there are many more I can't think of right now)

Reader Inclusivity

I do my best to be as inclusive as possible with my reader inserts. That being said, here are some things to keep in mind.

I avoid talking about hair, blushing, and any other physical indicators for the reader altogether. - Side note, in my earlier fics I am guilty of describing hair and such, I have not updated them but intend to when time allows -

If a physical descriptor is necessary for the reader, you will be informed prior to the start of the fic so you can choose if you'd like to continue reading or not.

I also try my best to leave out upbringing or nationality to stay as inclusive as possible. If you notice a lack of inclusivity WITHOUT PRIOR WARNING IN THE TAGS then please inform me immediately so I can fix it.

I will sometimes write self-indulgent fics as a plus size woman.

I mostly write f!Reader meaning - Reader identifies as a woman and has a vagina and breasts.

My m!Reader - Reader identifies as a man and has a penis and no breasts.

My gn!Reader - Usually is non-explicit/non-smutty content that uses they/them pronouns when reader is mentioned. Genitalia either does not play a role in these fics or is not mentioned.

My transmasc!Reader - is a FTM trans person who has had top surgery, has bottom growth and a vagina.

My reader is always non-religious and I will rarely discuss religion in fics unless necessary.

Reader is attracted to men but that doesn't necessarily mean they're attracted to men exclusively.

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