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burning-omen · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 1: Breeding + Jason Todd
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Jason Todd x male reader
Kinktober 2023 list | Day 2 | Ao3
(a/n; “hey it's September 30th, right? Tf you mean ‘it's october 1st’ no the fuck it no- AHHHHHH” me about three hours ago realizing that I never finished THE FIRST DAY of kinktober )
Summary: You’re a photographer at the Wayne Family events, after meeting Jason by chance they start growing closer
Warning: Horny Jason, horny reader, top!reader, bottom!jason, Jason moans like a bitch, rude rich people, pillow princess + brat Jason Todd, unprotected sex, breeding, not beta read lol.
Word count: 3.4k
To the shock of everyone involved, Jason Todd attended all of the Wayne Galas, not because he liked them- obviously. No, these things were horrible and stuffy and he hated every last person in attendance. Well, almost every last person. Bruce had hired a photographer a few months back, the first few events that you photographed you were mostly in the background, taking wide shots of the entire party, only recently did you start to mingle with the crowd more.
You met Jason a few weeks back as you tried to navigate through a pushy crowd of rich people who, to no one surprise, all thought they were the most important person there. You got pushed into Jason by a man who looked like he could have been British royalty in the 1800s, he sneered at you like a cartoon villain before walking away. You'd been overly apologetic that day, having nearly knocked the drink out of his hand. He was fine though, if not slightly enamored, you looked nice, but out of place, your clothes weren't quite up to Wayne Gala standards, before he could ask what you were doing here, he noticed the camera hanging from your neck, and offered to be your guide.
He ended up sticking with you for the rest of the night, talking as you took pictures of various people and decor around the event. It made your job a hell of a lot easier, people were quick to bump into you, you weren't rich and therefore weren't fully human to these people, but Jason was one of them, well, he was close enough, and even if he wasn't, if he was just as out of place as you, nobody was going to disrespect the host's son.
By the end of the night, you and Jason were on one of the balconies looking over all the photos from that night, and eventually some of your other work.
Eventually, you did have to leave, Bruce was paying for your ride and you really didn't want him to have to wait any longer.
You only got closer after that, every event that the Waynes hosted, you were there, and on your tail- as always- was Jason.
Your relationship didn't take a turn until the last party the Wayne through, this one wasn't a charity but a birthday party for Bruce's friend, Oliver Queen, who insisted he needed to have it in Gotham. And even though Bruce gave a perfect speech regarding their friendship, you couldn't help but hear the irritation behind it. The night went on as usual, with Jason acting as your shadow as you weed through the crowd.
Your end of the night ritual is the only thing that changed, as you were showing Jason the pictures from tonight, he leaned over and rested his head on your shoulder, an odd act from the man, considering the most he'd touched you at this point was him putting a hand on your shoulder or tapping you to get your attention.
“Tired?” you asked jokingly.
“No,” he said but didn't elaborate.
As you continued to shuffle through the pictures you could feel him nuzzling into your neck. You let out a short, nervous laugh.
“Are you drunk?”
He hummed quietly, then laughed, “No, I'm just…”
He didn't continue, just pressing further into you, you gave up on showing him the photos for now, instead carding your fingers through his hair. Feeling just how different the white streak felt from the rest of his hair, most of his hair was thick and smooth, running through your fingers with ease. The white part was thick too, but it just felt like air, so light and delicate that you could barely feel it against your fingers.
You didn't stop until you felt his lips press against your neck, again and again as he hummed in contempt.
“Jason…” you muttered but didn't move to stop him.
He eventually moved up to your face- your cheeks, your jaw, your lips- with his kisses. It was only when you made a move and kissed him back did things escalate.
You ended up fumbling around on the floor with him, then in the hall, and on the wall next to his bedroom wall, and eventually in his bedroom. Which resulted in the most embarrassing walk of shame you've ever experienced as you had to run past your literal boss having breakfast with the rest of his family- he looked just as shocked as you imagined he would. Jason's older brother, Dick, made a comment that made Jason shout at him, you couldn't hear it with how hard your heart was beating in your ears.
You expected everything to end after that, your friendship with Jason, your job, your reputation as a photographer.
But to your surprise, the moment the front door closed behind you, Jason grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss, sweet and slow, nowhere near as frantic and lust-filled as they were the night before.
You started getting together outside of events after that, he stayed at your apartment most days, because ‘he liked being surrounded by you’. You learned a few things about him too, a big one being that he was a bottom, not just a bottom. A total pillow princess as well. He’ll flirt and tease all day and night long, but the moment you turn around to do the same to him, he becomes so pliant, letting you move him how you like, touch him how you liked, and fuck him how you liked.
Considering how close you'd become with his son, you figured you'd never get a call from Bruce to do another job. But you did, and despite feeling a bit out of place at first you eventually got back into it. Jason was your shadow as always, whispering things he definitely shouldn't in your ear, making it hard to focus.
“When was the last time we fucked, honestly?”
“Babe, I'm working,” you said calmly.
“It’s a genuine question.”
You sighed, “about a week ago, when the power went out.”
He only chuckled, still leaning down in you ear.
“There’s gotta be a broom closet somewhere around here-”
“Jason, stop it-”
“I want you to fuck me right up against the door, let everybody hear me while you-”
“Jason-”
“Jason!”
Looking over you saw Dick, who was probably the most outwardly supportive of your relationship with Jason out of everyone in his family. The presence of his brother shut him up quickly, his face turning a bit red. You and Jason wandered around the party with Dick for a while, you were having a great time, taking photos as Dick told to funny little stories about Jason.
Jason, however, wasn't having a great time. He’d planned to flirt with you all night then get fucked so hard that his brain stopped working, then getting pampered by you for the rest of the night, unfortunately, Dick had taken an interest in you for the night, purely platonic of course, but it was constant, and even though Dick has definitely seen Jason at his worst, it'd be really fucking weird if he begged you to fuck him within earshot of his brother. So he held out, frustrated and horny as the party droned on.
By the time guests started leaving you'd been informed of every little embarrassing thing Jason has ever done- including stealing the wheels off Bruces car, some stories had to be left out or changed for obvious reasons, but outside of that, you were caught up on Jason's embarrassment timeline. You could practically feel Jason stewing behind you, horny, frustrated, and, embarrassed all at once.
“I think it's time for us to go, if we stay any longer Jason's brain is going to start leaking out of his ears.”
You said your goodbyes to Dick and turned to Jason, who was glaring after the man as he walked away.
“We can go now.”
The fumble up to his bedroom was exactly that, a fumble as you clumsily avoided the lingering guest, and as you took a few minutes to worship the exposed pieces of his body on the stairs with your hands and mouth, only moving when you heard footsteps.
You didn't carry Jason into the room, but you might as well have with the way you controlled his every move. He fell back onto his bed, spreading his legs subconsciously even though he was still fully dressed. The smile on his face only grew wider when you yanked him by his now loose tie, pulling him back up to you, pressing a kiss on his lips that only got more heated with every passing second. Kneeling on the bed, his legs wrapped around your waist almost instantly, you could feel the heels of the balmorals Bruce had bought him digging into the back of your thigh.
He pulled back, flopping down on the bed. Jason's hands, however steady they were before, became utterly useless in a matter of seconds as he failed to unbutton his pants several times before giving up, wordlessly resting his hands above his head, staring up at you expectantly. The term ‘pillow princess’ came to mind for a brief second as you unbuttoned them for him. Purposefully ignoring the tight bulge in his pants that was nearly demanding your attention.
“Come on, y/n,” he muttered, his voice as deep as ever.
Slowly rocking his hips against yours in a desperate, yet short lived, attempt at getting you to act. You were by no means cruel, and considering his little plan for the night hadn't fallen through, you indulged him. Lifting his still-clothed thigh up to your shoulder, you had to do a bit of maneuvering to get his pants down to his ankles, Jason was entirely unhelpful, you'd be convinced he was a rag doll if it weren't for his inability to stop fucking squirming.
The way his cock twitched in his pants showed you just how desperate he was, thrusting up against nothing, a short whine coming from somewhere deep in his throat as he started up at you with those pretty blue eyes.
You ran your hands over the exposed skin of his thigh, leaning down and kissing them, leaving little bruises and bites before switching to the next. His gaze was intense, almost glaring, but the whines and whimpers he let out told you that he was just desperate.
Then, unexpectedly, you slid your hand all the way down the inside of his thigh, feeling goosebumps rise in your wake, Jason figured you'd stop just before his cock, you liked teasing him like that, liked taking him apart slowly. But that's apparently not what you had in mind tonight, he only realized that when you wrapped your fingers around his cock, the fabric of his boxers tightened along with your grip. He whined, bucking up into your hand.
Far faster than he expected, you stroked him through his pants, the texture of them and the squeezing pressure your hand provided sending shivers up and down his spine. He gripped the bedsheets as you settled into a pleasant rhythm, fast and tight around his sensitive cock.
His eyes hung low, squeezing shut when you brushed over the tip.
Jason came quickly, hips sputtering and muttering incoherently as he did, cum sleeping through black fabric, drenching your hand and the boxers.
You pulled back, putting your hands back on his thighs, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly as he came down.
Hands still gripping the sheets, he sat there and waited, waiting for you to do something, you were in control after all. But you didn't, you just watched him, his chest rising and falling, cum splattered on his underwear and just under his belly button, the bruises and bites littering his thighs.
“Y/n..” he muttered, hard and horny all over again.
You laughed, “yes?”
He scooted closer to you until you hips were firmly pressed against his ass. Even then, you could here him muttering ‘come on’ over and over against under his breath.
“Speak up, you have to tell me what you want.”
He glared, a real harsh glare that you knew was born out of frustration. He should have known you'd be like this, for a moment he thought he'd really gotten off the hook, but you never just let him cum, you never just fucked him, no, he had to beg for it, as though him presenting himself to you wasn't begging enough.
“Just,” suddenly unable to find his words, Jason groaned, “do something!”
You let out another short laugh, then asked, “Something like what?”
The urge to kick you suddenly immereged.
“Anything, please I-” his hands went from the bedsheets to his face, covering his eyes as his brain once again failed to produce the right words.
You leaned down, pressing kisses down his throat and the pieces of his chest that we're exposed.
After a moment you asked, “How about you tell me what you wanted earlier, you seemed to have a lot of ideas then.”
He shifted, his hands finding the bed again, seems like his mind was racing, as his eyes were almost completely unfocused and blush rose on his cheeks with every second that passed, you gave him a moment to sort himself out.
He spoke suddenly, his voice coming out with some force, “I need you to fuck me until I can’t take it anymore, like you did when the power went out and we didn’t have anything else to do but fuck over and over again, I need you to fuck me like that again, I want you to cum in me so many times that it drips out of my ass and ruins the bed- ah- and I- I can’t- I can’t fucking think with you grinding against me like that so can you please just hurry up and do something!”
A wide grin spread out on your face, even though you barely comprehended that you were grinding your bulge into his ass, it was good to see how a bit of gentle pressure was already making him writhe.
You pulled back, before he could stop complaining you flipped the giant of a man onto his stomach with a hard shove. You heard him moan as he bounced against the bed, he liked being manhandled, but you figured that one out a while ago.
Pulling his boxers down to his knees, fully ready to prep him, only to see the familiar shiny glint of lube covering his hole. Without thinking, you pressed a finger in, feeling just how easily he took it you almost laughed.
“You take all the fun out of prepping you..”
“Shut up and fuck me!”
His desperate, panting tone was enough for you to cave, even as he glared back at you. It took you a second to get out of your clothes, well really just your pants, belt, and boxers, but it still took longer than Jason would have ever liked, again, bratty pillow princess of the century.
By the time you let your cock prod against his hole, he'd grabbed a pillow and rested it under his head, still turning to face you as you slowly pushed in. His resolve didn't last long, broken by a long moan as the head of your cock slipped into his hole, already about to thrust a hole into the bed sheets.
You grabbed his hips, pressing them hard into the bed, he stopped moving, an undeniable whimper coming from him.
You pressed further, barely even half way in and you could feel him squeezing around you, you pressed down until your hips were pressed together.
He panted and moaned, his body flexing, then relaxing. You waited for him to give you a sign that he was okay, and when he did you waited more, just to tease him. He realized this a couple of seconds later, dropping his head into the pillow with a frustrated groan, you're surprised he didn't turn around and cuss you out at that exact moment.
Even though you probably shouldn't have, you pulled out slow, and slammed back into him with more force than you meant to, the bed dipped beneath you both and Jason let put a wild moan. You probably should have gone slow with him, made him cum over and over again before filling him yourself, but you didn't, you had a bit of an epiphany while you had Jason fully wrapped around your cock. You were really, really fucking horny. With someone as pretty as Jason it was always so tempting to take him about the slow way, teasing, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of him, but with some that felt as good as Jason does, it's pretty easy to let that idea fly out the window in turn of pounding him into the mattress.
So you did.
Watching him claw and bite at the pillow beneath him in an attempt to bring some stability back. His whole body getting forced forward with every thrust.
Loud, almost pained, moans and the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. Even with the pillow shoved into his mouth he was still impossibly loud. You could feel just how warm he’d gotten, his skin was hot and sweaty, and in your mind, you'd hardly even done anything to him yet.
Little tears prickled in his eyes, he squeezed them closed tightly. Taking your cock wasn't anything new to him but fuck, sometimes you could be rough. Not that he didn't enjoy it, no, if he had less pride he’d be screaming at the top of his lungs how good it felt.
He could already tell where bruises were going to form, he'd have burning red hand prints on his waist for sure, and an odd one on his ass and inner thighs, hickies and smaller bruises would litter practically every surface his body offered for sure.
Leaning down, you thrust hitting deeper and deeper, you kissed along his shoulders and back, trying to soothe at least a little of the hurt you were causing. You didn't but it felt nice anyways.
Jason's vision went a little spotty when he came again, you never stopped fucking him and he really didn't want you to. His cum soaked into the sheets beneath him, he could feel the sticky sheets cling to his stomach.
You followed soon after, shooting cum deep inside of him, just like he wanted. He whimpered quietly at the feeling, he could still feel you fucking him with your softened cock, trusting much slower, much to his dismay. He knew you were just waiting to get hard again but he really didn't like waiting.
It didn't take long for you to get hard again, you were still fully inside your beautiful boyfriend's beautiful ass so it definitely wasn't difficult. You continued pounding into him like nothing happened, he didn't say anything either, other than incoherent word between moans. Even though he didn't have to wait long, he missed you fucking him already.
You slammed into him hard and he went cross-eyed for a moment, letting his moans flow freely, louder and more satisfied than before.
“Right there-” he panted, “again, please-”
You couldn't deny him, not when he begged like that, you angled you hips so you'd slam against that spot again and again until he was staining the sheets for a second, then third time.
He made it too easy to want to fuck him.
His body was nearly limp by his fourth orgasm, you pulled out, he let out a little noise, unable to do much about it. You flipped him onto his back, seeing the mess covering his cock and stomach, his eyes tracked your every move, but not many where made, you ran your hands down his thighs just like you'd found before, then shoved your cock back into his mess of a hole.
You chased your own pleasure, dragging an exhausted Jason along with you for the ride. His hands gripped onto you, pulling you down and holding you tight, letting his airy moans fill your ears.
You came soon after, with him clawing at your back and clinging to you like a damn khola. You stayed inside him for a long moment, waiting for him to remember that he had to let you go.
When he did, you leaned back, watching yourself pull out of him, your cock covered in cum and lube. Cum dripped out of his hole rapidly, a puddle forming and growing on the bed, you laughed, still a bit winded.
“Hey, looks like you got your wish, these sheets are defiantly ruined.”
He laughed tiredly before pulling you back down into his arms.
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decaying-church · 1 year
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Slashers: First Time Headcanons
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Slashers x male!reader
Requested by anonymous: “Billy lenz, Stu Macher, Billy loomis (+whoeer else you want) first time with m!reader?????No pressure thank you in advance <33”
Summary: Slashers firsts time with the reader.
(A/n: I’m sick and it’s sucks :))
Warning: smut, overstimulation, cumming untouched, dacryphilia, cumming dry.
Characters (in order of appearance): Billy Lenz, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Brahms Heelshire, Herbert West.
Billy, in spite of his vulgar and lewd words, was a virgin. There’s not many opportunities for sex when you’ve been hiding in a attic for your entire life. Despite his lack of experience he can go for hours. Probably due to how much he jerks off- you were almost surprised at how long he held out- round after round, cumming on his own chest over and over again until he physically couldn’t anymore. Once he finally came dry, you knew it was time to stop, even though he wanted to keep going. He felt the effects of it the next morning. Feeling a bit lightheaded whenever he stood on his overly sore legs, whimpering whenever he sat down. He clung to you for a few days after, for safety reasons.
With Stu, it’s definitely not his first time having sex. Man’s a hoe. He’s been with many people, he’s topped and bottomed, he’s done it with complete strangers. Stu has been around the block, okay. But it was different with you, because you were actually dating and he actually loved you. That being said, he nearly lost his mind the first time you fucked. He’s been with many people, but none had him biting down on his pillow, cumming untouched with tears running down his face the way you did. Despite being a sobbing, overstimulated mess, he constantly begged for more. When you're done and you’re taking care of him afterwards he’s going to go be a little out of it, a dopey smile on his face as you tried to get him to drink some water.
Another hoe, just like his best friend, Billy has been with many people, but before you he's only ever topped, because he's a stubborn bastard who'll never admit what he wants. And what he wants is to be topped. Even if it takes many, many weeks for him to admit that. When he finally does, he's a natural. Truly and honestly. From his experience as a top, he knows which positions will feel good for you and even better for him. Definitely, the type to shoo you away after. He does want to be comforted and held but he won't let you do it because he's a fucking masochist.
A surprise to no one, Brahms is a virgin. Again, there aren’t many opportunities for sex when living in the walls of your parents house. He’s nervous, but his excitement overrides it. I’ve said this before, he’s touch starved, overly sensitive, and quite loud. All things that became obvious during his first time. His thighs twitched and tried to slam shut around your waist, clawing at your back as he let out a long moan. You’d hardly even done anything yet, just barely pushing inside him and he was already panting and whimpering. He doesn’t really know what sex is supposed to feel like so he keeps asking you to try different paces and positions with him. He ended up cumming before you, and he wanted to hold out until you finished but it quickly became too much and he had to tap out. He felt a little guilty about it but you reassured him that it was okay, he was able to enjoy that post-sex feeling a little more after that.
Herbert isn’t a virgin. He’s had sex before, but only as a form of manipulation. It’s fucked up but honestly you found it kinda cute. He’s never had sex for pleasures sake, so you decided to give him as much pleasure as he could handle. It happened in his lab, bent over the only clear surface. In a weird way, he's kinda used to sex. Well, normal, primarily straight, 10-20 minute quickies. So going into having sex with you he expected it to be just as dissmisable as the other times had been. But it wasn't, it was passionate, and loving, and probably rougher than it should have been. But above all else it was good. Something Herbert hadn't thought about sex…ever. In the end he's laying on the table, trying to think of something slick to say, but nothing comes to mind. The two of you do eventually have to sneak upstairs, but not before Dan makes a comment from his room about the noise.
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ablobwhowrites · 1 year
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One of lambs Followers: "y/n isn't so great and if I'm lying may the devil himself take me away"
*narinder coming out of the ground and drags them into the hole*
Y/n: "...okay I don't wanna be in this cult, I'm going to go fish"
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*The follower be like*
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ghostly-clown · 2 years
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Slashers realising they like a guy (all sfw)
I just wanted to do a lil head Canon thing for all gays and guys who like slashers, as well as I don't see alot of male s/o's (but if anyone can find any send them to me please 🙏)
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Will include:
Michael myers, Jason voorhees, brahms heelshire, the Sinclair brothers (all 3 of them), Thomas hewitt
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Michael Myers
- He can't believe he likes a man, like a guy??
- He will use alot of intimidation, following you, standing over your shoulder etc.
- not for any particular reason other then it being his way of trying to figure out why he likes you
- he'll also grab you alot looking deeply into your features to see what makes him feel this way
- it just dosnt make complete sense to him, for he's but a simple confused gay
- after alot of trying and failing to suppress his feelings he eventually just accepts it
- hell be a bit weird about it at first, patience is gonna be vry Important here
- but in the end he'll treat you the same as any other lover
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Jason Voorhees
- Also pretty confused but takes more time to think it through alone
- kinda just processing what these feelings are and such
- would just watch you alot half because he's still figuring stuff out, half because he's down bad
- but he'd except his feelings pretty easily
- it would probably take him awhile to warm up to holding hands and stuff like that
- After you do past that threshold he'll only now realises how down bad he is
- he'll start becoming alot more clingy and comfortable
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Brahms Heelshire
- I don't think he would care too much he would be more confused on weather a relationship with another guy is gonna be different
- if he could look stuff up his search history would be 'how to kiss boy' 'what to do with girlfriend that's a guy'
- Dosnt go into hugging and holding hands till a bit latter but again once he passes that threshold he will be all over you
- very clingy cause there is no difference between dating a guy or a girl it's just dating it shouldn't need to be so complicated
- Brahms would also like to be held alot (haha fucking bottom (me too))
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Bo Sinclair
- He will treat u like a guy friend for a very long while
- The straightest gay man you'll ever know
- will probably make alot of the "kiss the homies" jokes and flirt alot but in a "we're just 2 guy friends" way
- but the second you flirt back (joke or not) Bo will begin the spiral and start questioning everything
- He's gonna get very blushy and flustered and deny it all saying it was just a bad joke and leave
- Try and explain that dating a guy won't make him any less of a man and give him time to think about it
- Afterwards he'll treat you like he would any other lover but that still wont stop him from getting flustered whenever you flirt
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Lester Sinclair
- He always kinda suspected he liked guys but never gave it much thought
- and then you come into his life and he knows he is head over heels in love
- Lester is pan btw, idk how to explain it but he is
- He'll love to just have a partner around and is absolutely over the moon it's you
- like he won't care that you a guy he just loves you and that's all that matters (thats all that should matter 😌)
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Vincent Sinclair
- he is gonna be falling for you the second he see's you
- He's always been a bit gay and now he is absolutely in love with a guy
- like shake his hand or touch him in anyway and man's is gonna have a gay break down
- He wouldn't be very open about it so you'll need to ask him
- and he won't deny it, he's more afraid you won't feel the same
- say you do feel the same and Vincent will be the happiest man alive
- he would still be anxious about touch but that's just him not being used to it
- after a while he would be comfortable just holding hands, or cuddling but would enjoy being the lil spoon more
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Thomas Hewitt
- it would take him a bit to connect the dots, he just thinks your an amazing friend
- for him to realise he likes you, you will have to do something that makes him question
- honestly just joking about being in a relationship would send him into thought
- unfortunately when poor boy realises he loves you, he'll startto worry about his family
- He would hang around you alot and help you with every little thing, any excuse he has to just be near you
- But he'll come out to Luda May first since shes the most understanding
- and then to you and if u like him back he will be over the moon
- He'll keep the relationship on the downlow until he's sure its ok to come out
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I hope y'all enjoyed, stay safe and respect eachother :)
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emilsendo · 4 months
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Hello I don't know if you do request but-
can I request
Baji and Draken with male S/O who have a personality like muichiro
If you don't know him let me explain
Forgot something really easy
Can sleep everywhere and I need everywhere even raining
And he's strong really strong even
-though he's short-
But if you don't like it it's fine
by the way I hope you have a nice day or good night 👋😊
Sure! I have watched Demon Slayer and I know which character you mean, so don't worry because I got it 👀✨️💪🏼 I hope it will be good :)
And thank you very much! 😃❤️ I hope you have a nice day or night too :)
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Draken and Baji with a Male S/O who have personality of Muichiro
Draken:
Let me tell you right away, Draken would keep an eye on you in the sense that he would remind you of things that you have forgotten.
Sometimes you'd think he's pissed at you for forgetting things, but in reality, Draken is just concerned about your well-being.
He will NEVER judge you for this. I think and I know that Draken is a very supportive boyfriend, so you will not feel alone.
Although when you fall asleep very often, for example during the Toman meeting, Draken will sometimes be slightly annoyed by this fact because he will have to carry you. (Draken won't have the heart to wake you up, he thinks you look too calm and sweet to do so)
But Draken will always scold you if he sees you sleeping in the rain. You can be sure that he will not let you sleep peacefully and will take you home by force. You'll have his long jacket and his indignant look on his face all the way to the house. (Kinda scary👀)
The blonde knows perfectly well that you are strong as hell. Sometimes he is even slightly afraid of your strength and prefers to keep his mouth shut. (Especially when he sees that someone has pissed you off and Draken has to intervene)
Draken is slightly overprotective of you🤏🏼 so don't be surprise if he will make sure all the time if you have everything done for school, work or something like this.
Baji:
Baji the first moment he saw that you could fall asleep LITERALLY anywhere. The boy immediately had flames and a sly smile, and then he took out the work of the crime, a marker, and started painting on your face...💀
Of course, Baji can't get away with it, so you often show him your strength xD the boy loves to chase you around the table and generally piss you off so that you can stop sleeping and start paying more attention to him. Baji is irritated by the fact that you sleep all the time because, as I mentioned, he would like to spend time with you all the time.
But sometimes Baji would sleep with you, when he was having a bad day and needed your comfort, he would put his head on your shoulder and go to sleep. This is the only moment where there would be silence.
Baji would love you to play with his hair, while you are both sleepy.
When it comes to forgetting things, Baji won't help you much because this guy is forgetful himself and you'll be in total shit if you both forget a test at school 👀👍
Even if you're short, Baji will not make fun of you because when he once do that....Let's just simply say that he got teach how to fly.
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xer-melody · 1 year
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A Worshiper of Magic (For a Date) Part 2
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Wednesday Addams x male!witch!reader
Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4
Warning: Passing out, my god awful music taste at the beginning of every fic
Words: 1,338
Summary: Wednesday has a vision in your room, once she wakes up she realizes that she needs to have a little conversation with her roommate.
(A/n: This was originally longer but I split it in half so it didn’t seem too chaotic or feel like an information overload.)
This was all kinds of strange. You figured Wednesday was psychic, she lived in Ophelia hall after all, but you really didn't expect her to suddenly have a vision in your room (as though you hadn't passed out in hers). The moment you saw her knees buckle you leaped after her, catching her a moment before she hit the ground, a sharp pain shooting through your chest as you picked her up. Carrying and dropping her down on your bed, just as she’d done you.
She’ll wake up when the vision is over, or at least she should. You watched her for a second, then with a sigh, walked over to your desk again, pulling out a second teacup for her from one of the drawers. You set it down and filled it with the same tea you'd been drinking.
She woke up 6 minutes later, you wouldn't even have noticed with how quiet she was, if it weren't for you seeing her sit up stiffly out of the corner of your eye, she probably would have scared the shit out of you.
“Hey,” you said, grabbing the teacup from before and walking over to her, “You passed out a little bit.”
She looked up at you, completely unamused, then took the teacup from your hands, seemingly unaffected by the heat coming from the streaming cup.
“What's in it?”
“Ash-leaved willow and a bit of doremaze.”
She hummed before taking a sip.
“Shame, I would have enjoyed a bit of belladonna.”
You laughed, “Yeah, I’m not taking those murder charges..”
“Not necessarily, I've developed immunity to them, one or two wouldn't hurt me”
She finished her tea and stood, handing you the cup.
“I'll remember that next time..”
She didn't say a word as she walked past you, but you swear you could see her watching you from the corner of her eye as she passed.
She hesitated to touch the doorknob again, but she did, and nothing happened.
“Thank you, y/n, we should do this again..”
And then she was gone.
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Wednesday walked into her dorm, a rain cloud practically visible above her head, more so than usual.
Enid, who was sitting on her bed with Thing, looked up with a smile, then noticed Wednesday’s decrepit demeanor and her face dropped to one of concern.
“Wednesday, what's wrong?”
Hopping up, Enid walked over to Wednesday and dragged her over to her bed, making her sit down on the flurry of brightly colored blankets and pillows.
“You are self-proclaimed my best friend, right?”
Enid had to stop herself from smiling.
“Yes,” she said, but it came out with the slightest of squeals.
“And that means if I confide in you, you aren't allowed to tell anyone?”
“Yeah, yes, of course.”
“Good, I need your advice on something.”
That's a first, but after Enid called her out a few weeks ago Wednesday has been acting more ‘friendly’ (in her own way).
“I was returning Y/n’s tie when I had a vision. It was… different from my other ones. So far they've all been about the murders, but this one wasn't.”
She stopped, an expression that Enid had learned to read as frustration on Wednesday's face.
“Oh..good different or bad different?”
Wednesday paused, thinking for a moment.
“I don't know.”
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The vision was strikingly similar to real life. The same mild afternoon light shining through your window, the same overt silence that enveloped your room, the same two tea cups sitting on your desk. The only difference, which became so unmistakably clear to her, was you.
You weren't standing by the bed as you were when she attempted to leave, you weren't dressed in the school uniform, and you weren't holding onto a bloodied tie.
No, now you were standing barely a foot away from her, you wore a pair of black and white plaid pajama pants and a tired look on your face you arns wrapped loosely around her.
She turned away from you, taking a moment to think. You took that moment to lower yourself to lay your head on hers.
“No class today..” you mumbled in a slightly grumbly voice, your tiredness still evident in it, “..stay with me.”
Wednesday doesn't get flustered, it doesn't happen, but your words and proximity made her feel something akin to it. She pushed down this new feeling, instead she tried to focus on what this meant, she wouldn't be being shown this if it wasn't important in some way.
You pull her back, closer to you, and her hand slips from the doorknob.
She didn't move when you pressed a kiss on the top of her head, then onto her cheek. Her little, black heart almost skipped a beat at the display. Almost instinctively, her hands found yours and you intertwined them.
After being silent for an inappropriate amount of time, she answered you.
“Fine..”
She could practically feel you beaming. Unexpectedly, your arms tightened around her waist and her feet were off the ground a second later.
Wednesday didn't like being carried, but this felt…fine.
A minute later you were both sitting on your bed together, you’d become occupied with a spell book, and the book she held, the book you'd handed her, was a murder mystery novel from the 1800s. She'd heard of it before, but it was a rare book, having been burned for its crudeness and blatant anti-authoritarian themes, and she had never been able to get her hands on it.
Now, well, in the future, she had it, and based on the distinctive black book mark sticking out of the top, she’s already read most of it.
She opens the first page, and there's a little white card inside with dark writing on it.
‘Te Amo - Y/n’
She glanced up at you, still reading your own book, and something that should have been obvious from the start finally sunk in. You were… dating, you and her, for how long she doesn’t know but if you're finding rare books and telling her that you love her, it must have been for a while.
She couldn’t help but admit to herself how nice this would be. A calm day in with the person who, apparently, loves her.
She didn’t consider herself a romantic person, she didn’t usually enjoy the concept of being in a relationship. But this felt comfortable in a way that made her want to recoil from this vision entirely. Glancing down at the book, then back at you, she opened her mouth to say something, anything-
And then she woke up.
Almost in the exact same place as where she just was. Forcing herself to sit up she look across the room and saw you, and you saw her two, bringing a steaming tea cup over with a small smile and a joke. A short conversation later she left. Even though, deep down, she wanted to stay just a bit longer.
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And now Enid sat in front of her, mouth agape but the edges of her lips curled into a smile.
“Wednesday!” she squealed.
Her love-obsessed roommate hugged her, squeezing her in her excited embrace.
When Wednesday was able to pull back she said, “I feel like I'm going to throw up..”
“You're just nervous. I mean, most people don't get to see a future where they have a loving boyfriend.”
Wednesday scowled, “He's not my boyfriend, it was just a vision, doesn't mean it will come true.”
Enid gave her a look.
“Do you want it to come true? I mean he's cute, and he's a witch and that seems right up your alley.” she said with a smile, “Aww, you two can have little seance dates and summon the dead together, how cute!”
Despite how nice a seance sounded, Wednesday shrugged her off.
“I have work to do,” she stood from Enid’s bed, but turned to face her for a second, “you tell anyone about this, and I'll sew your mouth shut.”
Enid just grinned at her.
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filthyslashertoad · 1 year
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Ghostface x Male!Reader Smut
CW: NSFW, deepthroat, nudes, hickies)
I kinda forgot if this was a one-shot or not so we're going for headcannons...I also struggled to write this for some reason so it's kinda short.
Calls you while you're at work, whispering about how much you turn him on.
Is a switch, but most of the time he's a top
Sucks hickies all over your chest and thighs
Has you deepthroat him underneath his desk while he's working on a report
Sends you daily photos of him in lude positions
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d3lta-2005 · 1 year
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The Shelby Brothers with an S/O that has a thick Scottish accent.
TW: cannon typical violence :D
NO GENDER SPECIFIED
B/T = body type
F/C = favourite colour
H/C = hair colour
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*Thomas Shelby*
You where probably in the pub drunk telling people stories from your journey up in Scotland or about the folk lore.
Let's just say when Thomas walked in most people whent silent but a little group in the corner including you. You cought his eye almost instantly with your thick accent and your stunning B/T, he kept his stone cold face walking up to you. He introduces himself because you were clearly new around Birmingham, as he does so he offers you a drink as a get to know him gift. You end up taking to eachother for almost the hole night.
Latter on in the week when he sees you at the pub he offers to take you out for the day. Overall he seems un bothered by your accent and where you have come from.
*Arthur Shelby*
You walked into the pub to get a drink. Arthur was serving drinks to people behind the bar, you walked up and asked for something to drink
Arthur looked at you blank faced for a minute. 'what?!' he's shocked some one had come into his pub with a thick accent to order a drink. He would definitely try to flirt with you, he dose find your accent attractive thought so that's got to count for something right?
Whenever Arthur gets angry you are normally able to calm him down with your voice, he finds your voice very suthing and relaxing so he might try to find you after a stressful day to relax and see how your day has been. Overall he finds your voice relaxing.
*John Shelby*
How on earth did you meet this man, and how did you get that drunk and have enough balls to talk to him, the first thing he noticed was you accent and complimented you on it he offered to buy you a cupple of drinks.
He then agreed to meet up once every week and you would take it in turns to buy drinks. Overall he loves to hear you speak and loves to hear you talk about Scotland.
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yesthetrashbin · 1 year
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Lord Beerus X God of Creation (Male Reader)
TW: None?
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You; being a God of Creation, people tend to have very different interpretations of you if they never met you. Being depicted as; soft, warm, welcoming, meek, when in reality it's different.
Existence and life is a struggle and not a dreamy fantasy. Sure, good things happen but there is always horrific tragedies and violence.
This is what Beerus found attractive about you when you met. He admired how you could create life but also how downright terrifying and powerful you could be.
You're appearance was uncanny, but you were stunning in a rather unorthodox way. Tall, slim, presenting both feminine and masculine, all androgynous. A tail and horns, big yellow eyes, and a wide smile with sharp large teeth that could tear into anything.
You both met at a party, where all God's and Goddesses gather together.
You didn't care for these events but it was required of everyone to attend. Beerus was just across the room and when you two locked eyes, there was an immediate click.
The saying "Opposites attract" was definitely what was going on with you two.
The two of you talked all day and night, even way past the party had ended.
All the God's and Goddesses from all universes were placing bets already on "who will make the first move" "who will propose first" etc.
Courting took a span of thousands of years, everyone was exasperated to where they all yelled "FINALLY!" when you two made it official and even got married.
Now, for when Beerus meets the Z Fighters? (At least in the show/movie, I haven't read the manga) you stayed away from that.
When Beerus rambled to you on how he was gonna go find this Super Sayin God, you were inspecting you claws and said "Mhm, ok love, have fun."
He melts and swoons every time you call him a pet name.
But after a while of visiting Earth often, Beerus eventually accidentally slips about you.
"And because of my husband--"
"HUSBAND!?"
Everyone goes nuts in shock. Lord Beerus?? A married man?
The poor cat man is basically harassed and heckled to meet you, especially getting offended since none of them viewed him as a married man.
Beerus tries to put it off more and more until you find out and eagerly wanted to meet the mortals your hubby befriended.
When they all do meet you, they are all shocked and at the same time not. A God of Destruction married to A God of Creation?
Goku, being his usual dumb self would wanted to fight you, but you only smiled and placed your hand on his shoulder. "Goku, no offense.. but I can easily take life away, so don't tempt me."
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leadermudz69 · 6 months
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2D headcanons (SFW) (male/FTM S/O)
You will need to give him reassurance there won’t be another Paula incident because you would never cheat on him.
He loves being big and little spoon. He loves protecting you and he loves you protecting him.
He loves falling asleep to zombie movies with you.
He will teach you piano and once you get a cord right he will clap and tell you how good you did.
Mate dose NOT like Murdoc being around you.
If you had a panic/anxiety attack he will know what to do he will probably sing to you to calm you down.
If you stim he will probably like your giggle so much he will bounce his leg slightly. That’s him stimming
He has insomnia and nightmares. If you need sleep he will lay with you and just stay awake and cuddle you and put a zombie movie in the background. If he dose fall asleep and wake up from a nightmare you help him.
He will call you babe,baby,luv,handsome,darling. All those names
He tells you “i wuv you luv,like a lot”
You will buy eachother records.
If you buy him little decorations for his keyboard he will take them to concerts.
You come with him everywhere he loves when you come on tour with him and explore the area. You will probably need to keep a eye on him so he doesn’t get lost
Mate is pansexual. He likes someone for there personality not there looks. TRY AND TELL ME NOT.
He will probably ask you questions like “are yu comfortable?” and “you uk luv?” So he knows your enjoying the time with him.
Small one because I’m at a cabin.
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burning-omen · 6 months
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Kinktober day 3: Public play + Spencer Reid
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Spencer Reid x male!reader
Kinktober 2034 list | Day 1 | Day 4 | Ao3
A/n: ITS STILL OCTOBER 3RD I DONT CARE HOW LATE IT IS
Summary: you and Spencer fuck in the back alley of a bar
Warning: public sex, “good boy”, not beta read, short fic, formatting error that will be fixed late but it's 11:58 and I refuse to miss a day!
Word count: 967
The team always went to bars after a mission, well not always, but frequently enough for it to be normal. Today was just like another day, with the team spread out around the bar, JJ and Garcia were at a table chatting together, Hotch was at the bar, a very intense look on his face but you could tell he was having fun, apparently him and the bartender knew each other. Morgan had settled at a table, shirt long gone after about an hour of dancing. Prentiss sat across from him, sipping her drink and laughing at Morgan’s sweaty misfortune. Rossi, old, stayed home after the mission.
Spencer was…somewhere else. He'd watched you slip out the back door of the club before excusing himself and following after you.
With one of your hands over his mouth, concealing his high moans from any who may pass by the alley, his pants pooling around his ankles, and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. He had to keep quiet, and the both of you had to be quick. Spencer had asked for this, you don't know where he got the idea, but on the flight back, just as you were falling asleep, you felt him lean in close and detail every little thing he wanted you to do to him in this alley, right next to the bar you and the rest of the team were so familiar with. You neatly fell out of your seat then, wondering when and where he'd gotten his sense of adventure from. And then he was just so…normal for the rest of the flight, the nerve of that man.
Well, that nerve lead to him getting fucked in the alley, just like he'd asked. Only a few words were exchanged, considering that the moment he walked through the back door you were ready to rip his clothes off and take him where he stood. But you didn't, you were civil, you made sure he was okay with this, to which you received beyond enthusiastic consent, with the green light to go ahead, you came at him at full force.
Now here he was, eyes rolling into the back of his head, clawing at the brick wall to try and find some kind of purchase against it. He didn't, his hands only becoming more and more dirty with every attempt. His face was flushed red and you could hear his pretty little moans even with your hand covering his mouth.
You heard him whine and hiss as your cock stretched his barely prepped hole. Considering this was a fairly spare of the moment event, you didn't really have the time to.
But that was fine, Spencer liked pain. He'd given you a full psychological breakdown as to why he did, from trauma to just being born that way. It made things more exciting
You pressed your full body against him, crowding him against the wall, your body pressed against his back, as a car with particularly bright lights drove past. The two of you panted together, still as can be, as you waited for it to leave. When it did you breathed a sigh of relief, then kept thrusting into Spencer like nothing had happened, he was very greatful for that.
The risk only amplified everything for Spencer, he'd stopped being the perfect boy genius in people's eyes a while ago, but now, if someone saw him like this, he wouldn't even be worthy of their respect.
And that turned him on more than anything.
He pushed his hips back against you, meeting you halfway with every thrust.
“Thars it,” you said in his ear, just loud enough for him to hear, “Good boy, keep going.”
And he did, practically riding you. He'd do anything for you, he realized, anything for your respect and approval. He needed it more than anything. His mouth fell open with a beautiful moan, his head resting back against your shoulders, his body enveloped with sweat. Your cock pressed against his walls in a way that made his knees weak, you were practically supporting his whole body in your arms.
“L/n-” he gasped, his voice muffled.
You moved your hand, letting him talk, but the only thing that came out was erotic, wet moans. You considered, for a moment, covering his mouth again, but you didn't. Letting his wild moans be heard by whoever was near.
“You’re so pretty, Reid, so fucking pretty like this.”
Your words only fueled him further. Rocking his hips back, wanting every inch of you in him constantly.
“Y/n!” he cried, “motherfu- ah- ah— good, so good, “
His moans got louder and loud, more desperate, frantic, and praising as he got closer and closer to cumming. The tip of his cock just inches from the brick wall in front of him, leaking gallons of pre-cum onto the floor.
He didn't want you to know when he finished, if the massive stain of white cum on a dark red wall wasn't obvious enough, the way his shoulder slumped and his entire body seemed to release any attention it was holding would have done it.
You didn't stop, this was a part of his fantasy after all. You using him for your own personal pleasure. And you did. Fucking him faster, harder, with only yourself in mind. You pulled out seconds before you came, watching it splatter across his and shoot up his back.
You don't know what he enjoyed more, getting fucked, or walking back into the bar after like nothing had happened. His shirt sticking to his back, his hole sensitive and stretched, and his brain an absolute mess.
You didn't stick around long after, maybe another 30 minutes before you dragged Spencer back home to do it all again.
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decaying-church · 1 year
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Slashers: Belly Bulge headcanons
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Slashers x male!reader
Requested by anonymous: hello! do you accept headcanon requests? if you are, may i request a very spicy headcanon where the slashers (your pick) saw their bellies bulged by their male s/o's large *ahem* package? if not, that's okay considering this is kinda a weird ask.
(A/n: Part 1 because I had way too much fun writing these and I’m definitely doing more. Also, y’all compliment me too much you have inflated my ego fr)
Summary: Exactly what it says in the title, slasher boys with a belly bulge from your giant dick.
Warning: smut, belly bulge, top!reader.
Characters (in order of appearance): Stu Macher, Michael Myers, Herbert West
Stu Macher is a scrawny giant. He’d be one of the quickest to notice/feel it. At first he just thinks he’s over-fantasizing you fucking him. He can feel you pressing up against his stomach, but it wasn’t until he actually looked down did he notice. The second he does his head falls back and he lets out a long, almost pathetic whimper, shifting uncontrollably under you. Reaching down (if his hands aren’t tied up) to press against it, feeling the bulge move with you as you fucked him, giggling, and moaning, and muttering how deep you were fucking him. He is suddenly very, very thankful for your dick and your ability to fuck him.
Do not mention it to Michael, he’s fucking embarrassed about it. He likes it of course, and being able to actually see you moving in and out of him definitely makes him cum faster than he’d ever admit to anyone, but don’t say anything about it. You’ll know not to purely because of the look he gives you, glancing down at the bulge in his stomach then glaring up at you, even though you’re balls deep in him and he’s been groaning under you for the past hour. He likes it but he will never admit to it, end of story.
Switch Herbert West will lose his mind over it. Just a little bit. He usually at least attempts to be a little more controlling and dominant, even when he’s bottoming, but that grip he has on you slips just a little bit when he notices. He has a very intimate knowledge of anatomy (My little biology freak I love you so.), so he just knows when it’s happening without having to look. He’ll point it out, of course he will, and tell you to fuck him harder and deeper so it’ll be bigger, and you, being absolutely whipped for this man, do it. He doesn’t know what gets him off more, you obeying him without question or complaint or the sight of the bulge in his stomach. He eventually does have to let go of that need for dominance, because you’re good, and at some point he just has to let go and enjoy you fucking him.
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ablobwhowrites · 1 year
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(hi guys! I just wanted to tell you the first chapter of the spooky month series is out and request for the next chapter is open! But I will do more shitpost like these to keep y'all entertained as the chapter that are being made but please go read it cause I want to make sure its good but you don't have too and just read these shitposts)
y/n's parents: "I'm sure y/n likes the town they moved to, the town likes them at least"
How it really is (the kids platonic yanderes of course)
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M/n trying to get out of the town but gets fucking caught
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y/n: "FINALLY! please help me out of this town!"
Bob: "well hello darling."
Y/n: "FUCK!"
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prettytingzz · 2 years
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Could you do Brick and Scott in a polyamorous relationship with a male S/O? Just fluff and maybe a few NSFW ones if you're comfortable?
Ofc!! This is gonna be so fun😭😭 *not proofread* sorry I’m lazy😭🥲
Minors DNI
Fluff
I feel like what I’ve seen about polyamorous relationships they go with the flow and yall my dear go with the mf flow💀
Honey you are the baddest in your game if you can pull these two in a relationship with you.
Anyways let’s start😭
You’re the glue in this relationship. If you want to do something fun or lazy for the day they both put their differences to the side to fulfill your wish.
Don’t get me wrong they’re the phrase of opposites attract but you’re the plus sign between Brick and Scott.
You woke up one late afternoon in the middle of your two favorite boys.
You sigh softly and kisses both of their necks softly, waking them both up.
“Let’s have a lazy day babes.” You spoke softly for them to hear and for them to not wake up grumpy.
Scott speaks up first, “Mm, that sounds nice baby.” Wrapping his arms around you putting his face in your chest.
Brick hearing you both and nods agreeing. “Mhm. I agree.” He stretches and kisses your neck and Scott’s head getting up out of bed.
Fluff scene ends
NSFW (ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ғʟᴜғғ)
You guys decided to stay in bed all day. Got up when needed to. Like the bathroom and food and stuff.
In a comfortable position sandwiched in between Brick and Scott. Brick spooning you and Scoot cuddling you from the front.
Scoot being the little naughty man his is kisses your neck and nips at it and starts to sucking it making your breath hitch.
Brick knowing this game to well and lifts your shirt up rubbing his nice manicured nails on your stomach raking them up against your sensitive nipples, causing you to moan out.
“You like that baby?” Brick asked while pinching and twisting your nipples how you like it while Scott is sucking on your neck.
“Y-yes..give me more.”
Scott looks up at you and bites his lip. “I’ll give you more baby.” Scott slides his hands in your underwear(boxers whichever you prefer) and grabs your hard on and rubs his thumb all over your slit spreading your precum all over the tip.
You arch your back moaning softly being sensitive already from Brick working his magic on your nipples. Brick watches and bites your lip causing you to whimper and slides his tongue inside your mouth immediately dominating your mouth.
Scott removes his hand and pulls down your underwear seeing your dick standing up straight. He wets his fingers and starts massaging your balls looking up at you arching your back from the pleasure you’re receiving.
This causes you to pull away and cry out. “Ahh..S-Scott!” Leaking more precum. Brick sees this and bites his lip and while Scott is massaging your balls he squeezes the base of your cock and strokes up and squeezing your sensitive tip.
You grab on to the Brick’s arms spreading your legs a bit more for Scott to get a bit more access to your balls. You feel your eyes roll back from the pleasure the both of them are giving you.
You start to feel a familiar coil in your stomach and you try to get your words out but couldn’t and feel that coil bust and cums on Brick’s hard.
Brick moans from the sight. “Shit. Empty your balls out all over my hand baby.”
And that you did.
Scott pats your balls making you jump a bit from the sensitivity and kisses you hard.
You laid there weakly and feels yourself getting a bit sleepy from your guys actions. Scott gets up and goes to the bathroom and comes back having a warm wet towel and cleans you up and kisses your neck and lips softly and cleans Brick’s hands and reaches and kisses his lips too.
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amiszol · 7 months
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I have the BIGGEST urge to write male!reader x twst fanfiction.... 👿👿👿👹👹👹
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vaadalt · 2 years
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Marco : bedtime fluff [M Reader]
Request from : @cyborg-franky
"  male reader x Marco, sfw bedtime fluff ''
Hope you will like it ❤
TW : pure softness
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Marco is a real owl, he stays up very late. Which can be difficult for his lover. Who sleeps peacefully waiting for the return of the phoenix.
Marco is settled like clockwork, Marco arrives in the room at the same time. And has the exact same ritual every night.
it starts with s/o waking up to prepare something to eat. Often toasted sandwiches, so Marco have something in the stomach.
Exactly when s/o puts the plate with the toast on the desk in their room, that's when Marco enters the room. closing the door behind him, as he comes to kiss his Lover. Whispering a few sweet words in the hollow of his ear. "I missed you-yoi", "Hello Love-yoi"
Marco eats the toasted sandwiches before going to take a shower, later slipping into bed, next to his Lover whom he grabs to pull him against him, burying his face in the crook of his Lover's neck.
The two talk about everything and nothing about their respective days. As the man who is in love with Marco slowly strokes his back.
While the blonde lets himself be carried away by the gentle caresses of his man, he falls asleep peacefully. Quickly followed by his lover.
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