#BUT ITS SO SWEET ITS INSANE …….. hes so doting i wanna eat him up

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Dyad (Vincent x Reader x Bo)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 2.9K

Summary: A nice evening watching your art boyfriend paint....who am I kidding, its smut.

Warnings: Praise kink, Dirty talk like normal, Creampie, Cockwarming, More Dirty talk, Bo being sweet (wow), Oral, Cumeating?

A/N:I’m still on House of Wax boys. I love them. Please take a disgusting Vincent x Reader x Bo. It’s not a weird husband brother thing tho.･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Now has Part 2: Dyad II

Ao3: Dyad

You’d just finished dinner chatting with Lester about some new clients you’d gotten at the tattoo shop. There was at least one crazy story a week being a few towns over with a much more ‘metro’ clientele. He loved hearing about your work and all the weirdos that wandered in wanting just the most ridiculous things. 

With him being your foster brother the two of you had a different relationship. See, when their parents had died none of them were 18 yet, so they were stuck in foster care. And of course, the system had failed to keep them together. Lucky for them though, your parents were actually decent humans. 

They’d tried to house all 3, but rules and regulations had prevented it. However, a social worker your father had guilt-tripped had been kind enough to ‘accidentally’ drop a card that had the number and address to where his brothers were homed. They never came to visit him, always the other way around, which sucked, because it sounded like their home wasn’t the greatest. So it was only Lester that joined your family. 

Your father loved taking him out hunting, your mother doted on him, and you grew to consider him an actual brother. The two of you could talk about anything and everything. Your father liked to say y’all got on like two peas in a pod. Which you always rolled your eyes at, but it was true, so even when he’d turned 18 and wandered off back to his brothers he still kept in touch. Visiting on some holidays and special occasions. 

He was even your biggest supporter when you started your tattoo apprenticeship- going as far to volunteer as your first guinea pig. And God did he still have a terrible outline of a turtle on his ankle. You’d offered to cover it up, but he always refused and said he loved it just how it was. 

So when you’d decided to visit him for a change, well, that was a surprise to everyone. You knew where the town was, could see the address clearly from the foster papers your parents had. And he’d told you plenty times that’s where they’d all headed back to. So, you’d used an old map and made your way into the town. 

You’d freaked Bo out when you’d asked for Lester and then knew his name too. He thought you were a fed at first, but everything cleared up when you explained. Lester also ran in frantically scared he hadn’t made it in time when he’d found your jeep outside town, but it all worked out. You’d even picked Vincent’s brain about technique and swooned over his art. So Bo had begrudgingly accepted you into their lives.

And that’s how you’d come to be a regular occupant with these boys. At first just to visit your foster brother, but then to visit with them all. Staying a night here and there, until you’d ended up hooking up with Vincent. Then a while later Bo too. And it just became a thing unquestioned between you three. 

So there you were, packing up a dinner for each of the twins who were still messing about in town. Wasn’t anything complicated-- Bo had mentioned he’d wanted chicken fried steak a few nights ago and you’d thought to be nice and make it, some gravy, green beans, and mashed potatoes. Not a very health-conscious dinner, but it was nice to cheat every so often.

Closing the last lid on your care package you grabbed them both and turned to Lester, “I’m gonna go bother the twins, Les. I’ll see ya in the mornin, k?” He nodded and waved you off, “Yeah, night, sis!” you grabbed your bag and made your way down into town. 

Stopping by the station first, you found Bo and set the food down next to where he was working. He was in a good mood because he leaned down and gave you a quick peck, “Thanks, pumpkin.” you gave him a smile and turned to leave only to feel a swat to your ass, “Bo!” he looked smug as hell, “That tight ass skirt is criminal. Couldn’t help myself, darlin.” You only shook your head and headed to Vincent. 

He was currently working on an oil painting and it was beautiful. Of course it was though, your boyfriend was insanely talented. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle. It didn’t even phase him as he continued on with his brush strokes. “I brought you dinner and yeah before you say anything you need to eat. I know you haven’t all day so don’t even try.” 

You heard him huff in annoyance behind his mask. Vincent only had a temper when he was interrupted while in a flow. But you understood, being an artist yourself, but he could be mad all he wanted- food was important.

“I swear once you eat, you can go back to it, I have some sketching to do too. She’s gorgeous by the way, I like the lighting and use of discordance.” Not that you’d see, but Vincent still flushed when you complimented him so nonchalantly. He’d never tell you it was a painting of you. It was a close up of your torso twisting warped in pleasure-- the face distorted so you wouldn’t realize the subject. He agreed silently though, you were beautiful.  

Practically inhaling the food, he mumbled a quiet, “Thank you” before immediately replacing his mask and going back to work. You pulled your sketchbook out and set to designing some of your new client’s pieces. After an hour or so, sleep had started to set in and so you laid on the mattress he had while you watched him work until you drifted off. 

Vaguely waking when you felt yourself being lifted you wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled closer. The hand on your back started to soothingly rub up and down once you’d gripped him. Sleep was shaking off with each step he took and you blamed his neck for smelling so good, but you couldn’t stop yourself from lightly placing kisses against his pulse. 

The grip on your thighs tightening when the pecks turned to open mouth kisses. And his breath hitched when the nibbling started. He was all but ready to just have you out in the street when you’d placed the first few bites, but he restrained himself and kept moving towards the house. Groaning when you licked up his neck to his ear and moaned, “Vinny, I’m so wet. I was dreaming about riding you, ya know.” 

The strangled moan that left him had you giggling, “Can I please do it when we get home? Let me sink down onto you while you fuck up into me?” He choked out a sob of agreement and power walked the last few feet home. He was on you once you’d set foot into his room. 

Mask off instantly- mouth swooping down to drown you in kiss after kiss. His hands gently gripped your face as his tongue catishly teased your lips. Tilting your head he nipped at your bottom lip as you reached down and ran a hand over his clothed rock solid cock. Arousal flushed through your system like you were caught in a fire. His open mouth groan gave you the opportunity to dip your tongue in to graze the roof of his mouth and then pull back to nibble on his bottom lip. Fuck, he tasted so good. Your sex pulsed when he dragged you back in for another kiss and his tongue ran against yours in a teasing dance.

Your hands had finally gotten his pants open and down enough to pull him out. He released your mouth to cry out when you gripped him tightly at the base. He pulled back to stare down as your small hand tried to wrap fully around him, but couldn’t quite manage. His hands still on your face absentmindedly ran through your hair as you cooed, “God, you look so fucking yummy, Vincent. I’m dripping looking at you, and all that’s for me?” his tip was angrily swollen and with so much pre-cum spilled over that it was leaking down the side to pool at your hand, dripping onto your wrist. 

He whined when you dropped to your knees and licked as much up in one go as you could. You showed him it on your tongue before you swallowed. Moving closer you rubbed his cock around your lips smearing any leftover before taking his tip into your mouth as you felt your clit pulse. Moaning around him as you swirled your tongue around his pulsing head. He sobbed as you gave a light suck and your hands twisted around his base. His hands still in your hair pushed you- shakily pleaded you to take more in your mouth. 

You were happy to oblige when he was moaning so sweetly for you. Bobbing up and down in at a moderate pace as your hands worked him at the base until you pulled up to flick your tongue against his frenulum which had his grip tighten in your hair. Your hips were moving in want of some kind of relief, seeking some kind of pressure. Swirling your tongue once again around the tip and then giving a flat lick to the head as you pulled off. 

You looked up at him pathetically, “I love when you fuck my face, Vinny, but I really wanna ride you.” Your hips arched and you pressed your breast against his knees as you mouthed the underside of his cock, “My pussys so empty and achy right now. Need your cock stretching me open.” Licking the underside from base to tip you pleaded as you rubbed your cheek against him, “Please Vinny? You’ll feel so good inside my hot wet cunt. I promise I’ll take you deep and let you cum inside. Fill me up till its leaking out of my messy hole.” the sound he made was almost inhuman. A cross between a growl, gunt, and sob as he scooped you up and rapidly set to undressing you. 

Between sloppy kisses and grabbing hands the two of you were finally on his bed. You straddling him while his hands gripped your hips. You were leaning down sloppily kissing as you let you hips writhe against him. With every whirl, his cock was slipping through your folds hitting your clit just right and God did it feel so good. Breathlessly releasing his lips you leaned back and gripped him by the base.

Locking eyes as you lifted yourself to sink down had your core fluttering as you took each solid inch. Finally seating it all you took a moment to just feel. He was so fucking thick and stretched your pussy open so good. Circling your hips to rub your clit against him had you clench around him. He groaned at the feel of you tightening before he reached a hand up and pinched a nipple of your aching breast. You cried out at the pain and placed both hands on his stomach as you rocked your hips back and forth-- letting him feel your walls hug him.

He gripped a breast as you lifted your hips to drop back on him. The drag was delicious and had your head toss back a moan as you felt the fire in your belly kick up. “Oh, fuck Vincent, you feel so good in me.” he hummed in agreement as he flicked your neglected nipple. Rising to fall back down he hit so deep and fuck was it good. Arousal was coursing straight to your clit having it pulse in time with every downward stroke. 

His hand at your hip leisurely thumbing circles into your skin as you picked up the pace- taking him as deep as you could with each fall. You’d slowly built up until you were bouncing on his cock babbling about how good he was stretching you open and how deep his cock hit. Both hands were back at your hip pulling you down harder as he fucked his hips up into you while watching your tits bounce. 

Everything was building, you were tense, hot- like you were burning up, could feel the familiar heat of an orgasm building in your lower stomach like lead. You were so close, but you wanted his cum first, “Oh, fuck! Vinny I’m so close! Please, please I want your cum in my cunt! Please, I need it filling me up before I cum.” You sobbed out a cry when he moved his thumb to circle harshly on your clit, “Vincent, god you’re so fucking sexy. Please, I want you to fuck your cum up into me!”

He moaned when you said that and arched as he shot his thick cum deep inside you. The hot sensation of being so filled pushed you over the edge and had your moaning out a cry as your own back arched. His hips were still jerkily fucking into you and when you finally looked down you saw his cock was covered in his own milky white essence when he pulled out. 

Fuck that looked so good and somehow even after your intense orgasm fire shot back down your spine- almost like an aftershock. Leaning down you gave him a long lazy kiss before you pulled away to ask, “Could you put it back in? I wanna keep your cum inside and cock warm while we fall asleep.” He ran a hand over his face and through his hair as he groaned out a single, “Fuck.” but he pulled your back to his chest and as you settled down his thigh lifted one of yours for him to slowly push his softening cock back inside you. Some of his cum that’d started leaking out helped him slip in easier.

You pushed your hips back against him, “Oh, Vincent you feel so good like this.” His hand rested low on your stomach pulling your hips to his as he came back up to kiss at your pulse before you turned your face to lock lips. He settled in behind you and after a few minutes the both of you were out like candles. 

Something was coaxing your senses back awake. The light was blinding when you’d tried to open your eyes, only to shut them again. You could hear your breathing was heavy and felt the warmth in your lower stomach. A second later you figured out what it was when you felt a hot tongue lick though your folds to end at your clit with a swirl. Moaning you pushed your hips into the mouth as you opened your eyes again. 

When your vision finally focused you saw Bo’s head between your legs sloppily eating you out.

You moaned Bo’s name as his tongue dipped into your center before he sucked your clit into his mouth. He released you with a pop, “Mornin, Pumpkin” You’d tried to return it, but when he dipped his tongue back through your folds you moaned again. 

He spread your pussy open with two fingers to tongue fuck your hole before he pulled back, “Fuck, princess, your pussy’s tangy this morning.” You groan because fuck that thought of why was hot and you finally answered, “That’d be vincent’s cum. Somes probably still there. Asked him to keep my pussy plugged with his cock.” You thought it’d maybe deter Bo, but all he did was drag his tongue back into you and dipped in as deep as he could reach. He licked up to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your legs jerk open wide and hips buck into him when he swirled and then sucked. 

Taking his mouth off you, he climbed his way up until you were caged in face to face. He gave you a scrutinizing look and you caught your breath as you stare back. Snaking your Legs up to grip his hips your ankles lock around the backs of his upper thighs. Damn, he came prepared. No boxers to be found and shit he felt so good-- he has such fucking solid thighs.

He breaks your internal chatter and brings you back with, "Yeah? You let my baby bro cum all in your cunt and didn’t wash?" You shrugged sheepishly and offered, "We were tired...plus, baby bro? he’s like 2 minutes younger." Bo huffed a laugh while swooping down to your neck, "Two minutes still means younger. And that makes him the baby." Before you could retort he ground his hips against yours. Cock sliding through your folds to catch your clit had you whimper out a moan. 

He licked up your neck to nibble on your ear while still grinding against you, "Wanna know a secret, sunshine? I actually prefer when you’re a dirty slut and leave his cum inside." A plus shot down to your core and settled in your clit, "Just means I get the pleasure of fucking it outta ya and filling it up with my own." You groaned and tightened your thighs around him "Oh fuck, Bo! You’re disgusting. You like your twin’s sloppy seconds?" He leaned back and gripped the base of his cock and pushed in your opening as he snickered, "Yeah, I do. I heard the two of you fucking last night, was hoping he’d cum inside. And besides, it don’t look to me like you or your pussys complaining." He gave a harsh trust, “In fact, with how wet you got and how hard you clenched,  I’d wager you like it too.”

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Labor of Love (mgk!Tommy Lee x Reader)

Requested: Anon!

“Would you do a one shot where the reader is in labor with Tommys baby and it's really hard on her and Tommy is trying so hard to comfort her. It's like 24 hrs of labor but it seems worth it when the baby is here?”

Note: I apologize in advance for any errors or missteps I made while describing the pregnancy experience. Ya girl is an only child with a very small family, so almost all of my info is from the internet. Enjoy!

word count: 1,729

[Warnings: swearing, some medical stuff (not graphic), heart-attack inducing fluffiness]

 Tommy was halfway across town when your water broke. This came as a complete shock to the both of you considering that the baby wasn’t supposed to be due until next week. Thanks to L.A. traffic, it took nearly three hours before Tommy was able to get to the hospital. At the time, he had been worried sick that he’d missed the birth of his baby– but his concern had been nothing more than a waste of energy.

 For a baby so insistent on coming into the world early, he was sure taking his sweet time. You were almost into your fourth hour of labor, and your little boy simply refused to budge. Of all the self-help book you read on becoming a mother, nothing could have prepared you for a labor this agonizing. In the time it took Tommy to arrive, you found yourself turning to your thoughts for comfort.

 At that point, any distraction was a good distraction.

 You can recall the day you found out you were pregnant as if it were yesterday. Most of your friends who already had children always described a feeling of panic they experienced when they found out– but you were different. Instead, you thought of all the times you saw Tommy being completely delighted over children. Any time they approached him in public, babbling about how much they wanted to become a rockstar just like him, Tommy was always so patient and encouraging. It didn’t matter how tough of a day he was having.

 It wasn’t until you found out you were pregnant that you realized you didn’t want to raise a child with anyone on this earth but Tommy.

 However, that didn’t stop you from wondering if your rockstar boyfriend would be willing to settle down so soon in his career. To your amazement, not only was Tommy more than ecstatic that you were having his baby, but he also managed to shed a few happy tears at the news. Family was everything to Tommy, and the fact that he could finally make one of his own was even more of a dream come true than his career in music.  

 Despite his insane work schedule, Tommy still managed to dote on you like it was his sole purpose for living. Tommy had always been gentlemanly. He was an old soul, and a hopeless romantic, with his heart on his sleeve. No matter what you needed, Tommy would be there to get it for you. In fact, the baby’s presence only made him all the more attentive. It even got to the point where, if you so much as called Tommy, he would come home straight away just to have an excuse to be with you and the growing baby in your belly.  

 Try as you might to remind him of your independence, nothing seemed to change his mind. “Whatever mama wants, mama gets,” he would say, planting a sloppy kiss your mouth to shut you up.

 As you lay in the hospital bed, dripping with sweat and writhing in pain, you wish so badly that you could go back to your days of being peacefully pregnant. A time where life was nothing but painting nurseries and eating icecream on the couch with your loving boyfriend.

 When Tommy finally arrives, seeing his face is like watching the sun part the clouds on a stormy day. You notice his long hair is windswept from sprinting through the hospital as he looks at you with frantic, bloodshot eyes. Even in such a raw state, he looks just as devilishly handsome as the first time you laid eyes on him. If there weren’t a baby currently trying to rip apart your insides, you know your stomach would’ve been full of butterflies.

 “Hey there, hot mama,” he coos, rushing over to kneel at your side.

 You begin to laugh, but it quickly evolves into a ragged gasp as you feel the start of another contraction tear its way through your abdomen. “H-hey, handsome,” you croak, doing your best to give Tommy a weak smile.

 Tommy visibly flinches, hating to see you in pain. “Our little guy is sure putting up one hell of a fight.”

 “I’ll say.”

 With a gentle hand Tommy brushes the hair back from your forehead. There’s no doubt in your mind that you’re red faced and sticky from sweat, but he doesn’t seem to pay it any mind. Instead he looks at you with glossy eyes, making you feel as though you’re worth your weight in gold.

 “Sorry I’m late,” Tommy gives you a sheepish smile, his long fingers absentmindedly twirling a strand of you hair. You know that if you weren’t in so much pain, Tommy would be practically vibrating with energy. It’s comforting to know he’s trying to keep it together for you, but you aren’t sure how much longer it’s going to last.

 “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t miss much. Clearly.”

 “I’m sure it’ll be worth the wait,” Tommy grins, kissing your forehead.

. . . 

  Twelve hours pass and you’re honestly starting to wonder if this whole having a baby business was ever a good idea in the first place.

 Since Tommy’s arrival, all you’ve experienced is wave after wave of excruciating contractions, each one even worse than the last. When you and Tommy had first found out about the gender of your child, you joked that your future son was bound to be just as enormously tall as his father. 

 As it would turn out, the reason for your prolonged labor was due to the fact that your baby is far too big for your birth canal to handle. When the doctor came in to give you the news, you and Tommy had exchanged a knowing glance. It would seem that your harmless joke was beginning to look more like a reality with each passing moment.

 At the beginning of your pregnancy, you thought you wanted your birth to be as natural as possible with little to no pain killers. However, twelve more hours of pure, bleeding hell has absolutely changed your mind.

 “Fuck it,” you finally, unable to take it any longer, “get the nurse Tommy, I can’t fucking do this mother nature bullshit anymore.”

 Tommy, who has been pacing like a caged animal, stops dead in his tracks. “What do you mean?”

 “Get the nurse, and tell her I want the fucking epidural,” against the doctor’s advice, you’re curled up in a ball on the starchy hospital bed, wary of making any sudden movements. 

 “Baby are you sure? We talked about it and you said–”

 “Tell her to get the goddamn epidural or I’m going to start killing hostages, Tommy. I mean it.” 

 Tommy scrambles out of the room, practically tripping over his own feet. On a normal day you would’ve felt bad for being so aggressive with him, but today you don’t have it in you. You can’t remember a time in your life that even compares to how tired and uncomfortable you feel now. More than anything, you wish you could close your eyes and let the exhaustion overtake you, but the cramping in your abdomen won’t allow it. 

 When the nurse finally comes in with the epidural, you are practically begging her to stab you with the damn thing and get it over with. She just gives you a pitying look, empathizing with the pain she’s witnessed you experience for the last 17 hours. 

 You look over at Tommy, seeing him stunned to silence by the size of the needle that the nurse is about to insert into your lower-back. Giving him the most reassuring look you can manage, you grin and bear it, confident that the hardest part would soon be over.

 After the epidural, you don’t experience immediate relief but some of the pressure on the lower half of your body eases up a bit. Tommy, noticing a shift in your mood, hesitantly comes over to sit at the chair by your bedside. The room is quiet for the first time in a couple of hours, the only sounds being the steady beep of the heart monitor and your own heavy breathing.

 “Hey baby,” Tommy finally breaks the silence, his voice so soft that it’s almost a whisper. “It might not feel like it, but you’re doing fucking amazing, okay? I wish I could do more but– all I can do is tell you that you’re my hero.”

 You gaze back up at him with misty eyes, feeling a new wave of energy course through your weakened body. I can do this.

 . . . 

 When the baby finally arrives, it’s officially been a full 24 hours since you had gone into labor. 24-fucking-hours of a bittersweet nightmare that you can’t believe is finally over.

 The nurse hands you your newborn son, swaddled loosely in a linen towel. He squirms under your touch, releasing his first few cries into this new and scary world. Everything about him is absolutely perfect, and your heart overflows with an outpouring of love that you didn’t even know you were capable of containing. He looks so much like Tommy, and yet you can still see glimpses of yourself slowly coming to the surface the longer you watch him.  

 Your eyes meet Tommy’s and you are surprised to see tears dripping slowly down his face. He covers his gaping mouth with a large hand, unable to contain his awe at the tiny creature before him. Watching Tommy become so overwhelmed is a phenomenon unlike any other and, for a moment, you hope it might last forever.  

 “Wanna hold him, daddy?” you sniffle, unable to resist an opportunity to make him crack a smile.

 Apprehensively, Tommy takes his son from your arms to be cradled in his own. His expression is one of fear and wonder as he marvels at the baby nestled in his arms. Tommy’s touch is gentle as he rocks the small bundle back and forth in his grip, holding it as if he never wanted to let go.

 “Holy shit, I’m a dad,” the realization hits Tommy all at once as he looks at you with a boyish grin.

 You can’t help but beam back, your eyelids weighed down with the threat of sleep. “Not just any dad,” you murmur, looking up at your two favorite boys in the whole universe, “the best dad.”

 Tommy was right– it had been worth the wait.  

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