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littlecorpselady · 2 months ago

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Belonging

Pairing : Bo x reader part 2

Warnings : stalking, brief smut at the end, Stockholm syndrome, barely proof read

(Pinky promise, will add a link to part 1 eventually)

You were excited upon greeting the morning ahead with newfound productivity for once, packing everything needed for a old fashioned trip through the surrounding forest. That morning you had kicked off the floral sheets and pulled open the curtains all the way inspecting the admirable view surrounding the cabin. No big city traffic and horns blaring but mother nature in its natural state, far away from mass amounts of pollution.

Today's Lousiana heat was especially sticky so a pair of shorts for today wouldn't hurt, your thoughts hummed happily to just yourself before setting out.

Birds chirped freely filling you with a sense of ease. The sun peeped through the leaves, yet ignoring the blarings sun's beams beating gown on your exposed shoulders and legs, you continued aimlesslyforward. Eventually a river comes into view, flowers blooming proudly in a variation of fronts, decorating the scenery along the river, inviting a dip. Settiling on the edge after slipping off your trainers and socks, you take that invitation happily. Your shoulders slumping back without the burden of social pressure or anxiety, no prying eyes to your knowledge.

Leaned against the drivers seat door, Lester watches from a long distance on the road side with a hand resting on his walkie talkie, weighing his choices. Watching the woman sat by the river, mind too far wandered off to notice him. After about a minute or two he continues on with his day, hopping into the drivers seat and slipping out the walkie talkie to bring the new 'tourist' resting not too far from Ambrose to Bos attention. Giving plenty of time to prepare the show.

After enjoying the cool water flow between your toes, you give a good shake before slipping back on your socks and trainers to make your merry way over to the nearby road, hoping a car with stop. Sticking to the roads side for safety, the walk is only a couple of minutes of long before a truck pulls up besides you, not even needing to signal to it to stop as a man in a green cap rolls down his smudged trucks window.

"Need a ride?" He flashes a grin wide enough for it to come off across as just silly rather than creepy.

"If that's okay with you." The moment you answer, he pops open the passenger door and gestures for you to make your way around to it. Hurrying over to it as if he's going to change his mind any second now, you climb in, a foul stench of death greeting you at the door. He must've noticed the way you Instinctively scrunch up your nose because he replies fairly quick.

"Sorry, trucks seen better days!" The statement is followed up with a heartedly chuckle, finding it amusing. It's charming enough for you to wave off and provide a polite smile to the man, even if he has dried up roadkill blood on his cheek.

"It's no problem at all, could be worse. Really."

"Where you heading?" He follows up, already starting up the truck again and driving straight ahead down the long lonesome road, as if with his mind already made up.

"Anywhere your going I guess. Which is?" Yet again he seemed amused with your answers, occasionally turning a gaze in your direction.

"Ain't going nowhere in particular sweetheart. Just picking up and collecting roadkill off the side of the road. Putting food on the table." It seems a bit more obvious to you now with the clarification, his truck stained with grime and decorated in all sorts of trophies from animal bones strung up the the ceiling and a Bowie knife planted in the dashboard. Before you could speak though, he beats you to it.

"But I know a place called Ambrose. Old but charming, i promise ya." Right on time, he passes a billboard, dusty with age but as clear as day exclaiming "Trudys famous House of wax!" In big letters. Feeling a bit curious, you nod to the strange man and he continues on for a good while, his route memorised.

Pretty soon he pulls up in front of what appears to be a washed out enterence. He gestures ahead indicating the towns up ahead.

"Forgot this ways washed out, mind helping me with the brakes a moment?" He turns to you and from the corner of your eye, you could swear he's undressing you in his own way. A shiver trickles down your spine, crawling into your nerves and setting them all off. Nevertheless you agree but a bit more reluctant this time around.

Getting out of the drivers seat, he makes his way around the truck and surprisingly you manage to trust the process enough for him to open up the passenger door for you.

Realistically it didn't take long but upon some overthinking, it definitely stretched on by a couple of minutes helping the man you learnt to be named "Lester" during a exchange of goodbyes. Turns out there was a town as promised, a rigid sign stating 'Ambrose' confirming it as you passed it. The town is lit up by noise such as distance chatter and the sound of cars, you trusted your ears enough to not question the empty streets. It was a Sunday after all, it wasn't uncommon for small towns to be getting in a few prayers.

Making your way around, although the museum stood proudly in the distance caught your interest first, the gas station attracted you over strongly at the sound of some Marilyn Manson blaring on a radio. Peeking in through the glass, nobody was in sight so pushing open the door which set off the typical bell above, you called in out of curiosity.

"Hello?" No answer despite the music filling the dusty place.

Maybe everyone really is at church today?

Making your way up the road and approaching the church up ahead your path, a man in a dark suit stood leaned against the door with a cigarette being placed between his lips. His hair was neatly slick back and his eyes shined a familiar blue as his head tilted up in your direction upon the gravel crunching underneath your trainers.

"Hey?" You called out, almost immediately regretting the bold approach as his gaze burnt a hole into you.

"I know you, your the man who helped with my car yesterday." He pauses, the suspense following shortly behind him before he nods, allowing you a sigh of relief.

"Names Bo Sweetheart." You almost didn't want to give your name back, not with how smoothly his pet names came, laced with charm.

"Nice meeting you again Bo, names Y/n."

His gaze becomes much more considerable, sizing you up momentarily before flickering his unfinished cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his heel into to gravel before straightening up. Just how you remembered he stood up talk but somehow much more prideful, his look suiting such pride as he extended a hand. Taking it in yours, he damn near engulfs your hand whole in just one shake, his skin calloused with hard physical work and lifes experience under his belt. Stood before him now, you felt amateur assumably a good few years younger than him.

The rest of the day is spent mutually sharing a conversation from outside of the church to the outside of his house. That day unknown to you, today was the first time anybody walked out of Ambrose with their flesh uncoated in layers of thick wax. The first to be able to even set foot back to the outside world and at the same time share a encounter with Bo sinclair.

You beat the moon before it could set to your cabins front door. Greeted by the warm lighbulbs glow as you forgot to switch it off before departure. Dropping the backpack by the front door and sliding the door shut behind you without locking it, your make your way to the kitchen for a much needed cup of tea. It's not like you needed to lock it anyway, besides the little town a short drive away, it wasn't like there was much else around. You were safe you coaxed yourself just once before forgetting about it. The unlocked front door.

You didn't know what compelled you to get up in middle of the night but something did. Something compelled you enough to slip out from the comfort of the floral sheets and make a trip to the curtains. Peeling them open ever so carefully for a peak outside, it took a moment but you did see something. Squinting hard enough, it took the shape of a unmoving truck just parked outside the cabin. With your heart spiking from zero to pure dread, you ducked away from the window to catch a breath. Surely it was just the night playing tricks again. Peeling yourself from the wsll and back to the window, it was definitely a truck but its now you realise the drivers seat looks empty. Or atleast you could swear it is from here. Before anything else, a pair of calloused hands grab from behind. One hand wrapping around muffling your scream and the other holding you tightly by the waist against their chest. Their breathes were slow as gathered by the slow rise and fall of the chest against your pace as their grip over your mouth and nose hardened. Eventually it became too much effort to breath or even see and everything went dark as your body went limp.

Drifting In and out of consciousness, at first you felt yourself being carried down the stairs over what could only be assumed to be a shoulder. Next you felt that rare breeze as if being taken outside, the sound of a truck door opening before your paralysed body was being laid down. Nothing else was taken in before your vision went dark again for another couple of minutes. The next time you opened then was when your body was hoisted over somebodies shoulder like a lousy sack of potatoes, to be carried and tossed to the ground. Up some steps you went before a door was kicked open and shut. This time determined to focus on atleast something and that you did, a brown scruffy pair of worn old boots with a hole starting to form at the front of one of them. From there you watch with a fair amount of concentration as said boots ascend up a wooden staircase up to a hallway.

Before you could think much further, your hands clench at his back, pushing away from him with little to none success because all you earn is the tilt of his head. The only petty victory being that at some point you knocked off his cap during his journey up the staircase. The moment he pushes open a bedroom door, he drops you onto your ass onto a bed. Instinctively, you scootch yourself backwards to put as much distance as you can between yourself and..Bo. It's the same man yet again, the charming road side mechanic, the well dressed church goer from yesterday. It all pools into you at once, the realisation and the intense burden of regret.

"Mornin' suger" that once addictive Southern accent suddenly feeling invasive as his previously welcoming smirk takes a much more sinister from right before you. His eyes glinting with cruel promises as he surveyed the paralysed mess laid out before him. Another one of his playthings to pull apart and put back together until he either got bored or it fell apart for Vincent to reconfigure. Another piece of art among many others, condemned to Ambrose until the wax fizzles away into meaningless nothing.

That's how you become the empty vessel you are today, curled up by his bedroom window. Too lost in the pits of your mind to even acknowledge Bos truck parking in front of the house. Too restless to even take notice of the presence lingering behind you until it reaches out. Until he reaches out, resting a hand on your shoulder and lightly shaking it. It was strange. The way he looks at you now, it's different or atleast you think it is. He used to look down at you, not like a human being but much more as if a animal, a mutt. Something he can train and re mold into pure obedience at his side, something he can wrap a collar around and pull it around. Now you could swear up and down there's atleast some interest In his gaze. Lust, curiosity, whatever it was you hoped it came with praise, any form of approval.

In the past, your first couple of weeks here, you would've rather taken a layer of wax to the skin any day than take any affection he had to offer. You don't how it happend but the past you shrivelled up inside, confined and repressed to the back of your mind. Now all you could crave was his hand soothing through your hair and a firm kiss to the forehead, leaving behind his mark. Even if it wasn't visible, you could feel the burn it left in its wake.

Tonight his warm body pressed flush against yours as he pulled you back by the hips against him. Smothered in his praise as he breathed stings of approval by your ear, only for you to hear. In contrast to his approval, his hand are rough all over, proven especially as he pushes your head down impossibly further against the mattress, your cheek melting against the sheets as he rubs a thumb against your core earning a strangled moan. Something about this time felt special, less like the feeling of just being fucked and more like the feeling of being made love to. A slither of belonging creeping inside of you and planting itself as he buried himself forward inside of you once more, his hand pulling you head back as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, one last muffled groan before he eases his tongue past your lips.

For once, it felt real. The sense of belonging and security.

*thanks for reading 🫶

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leonw4nter · 1 year ago

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I Love You, Without Wax. Forever Yours, Leon

Boyfriend!RE4R!Leon x F!Reader

Leon finally managed to find the keys to the jet ski, making sure Ashley stuck close to him as he fumbled with the slot for the key to try to get it to work. After a few minutes, he managed to get it to run, hopping in first before extending a hand to Ashley to help her get on since she had a slight limp going on. Revving it up, the water mobile got to work and moved them through the murky waters. He amped up the speed, swerving expertly through rocks but a rock he didn’t spot from underneath the water scratched the side of the jet ski, causing it to start taking in some water. They would both die at this rate; the hole wasn’t big enough and the water wasn’t rushing in fast but the weight of two people on the jet ski caused water to do more damage than it originally would. He had to come up with a vital decision: swim to freedom or send one person back home.

“Ashley!” He began. He turns around, locking a stern gaze with the blonde.

“I need you to listen to me and do exactly as I say.” She nods, her expression serious and furrowed in focus.

“I’m going to jump from the jet ski and I’ll just see you out instead. This thing’s taking in water and with my weight added, we’re not going to make it. Since you’re lighter you won’t sink but with me, we will so I’ll get out. Got it?”

Her eyes widened, worry drawn all over her features; no layer of grime and soot could mask the fear in her eyes.

“What? Leon, you know I can’t–”

“Trust me, Ashley. I won’t leave you. Your father trusts me, right? I know what I’m doing. I’ll guide you on your way out of this cave. It’s just going to be like that one time we rode that cart.”

She still looks doubtful, unsure of what she’s going to do next with Leon just running alongside her in a matter of seconds if she nods her head. Leon’s right: her father trusts him and she does too. Whatever they did, they always made it out alive thanks to him so they’ll make it out of this one as well. With a shaky breath, Ashley sighs and readies herself to take the handles.

“I’ll jump in 3, 2, 1!” He counts down before jumping, barely making it to the docking area of the tunnel and starts running, making sure he’s running alongside Ashley. Ashley notices the jet ski grow lighter and suddenly a little more of the jet ski’s bottom isn’t submerged in water anymore. With newfound encouragement from this, she takes the handles and speeds off. Though she doesn’t exactly avoid the debris in the water expertly like Leon did mere moments ago, she’s still managing to do well and Leon’s sure her chances of making it out in one piece are high.

“That’s it!” He said. “Keep going until you make it out, I’ll watch you from behind!

She didn’t respond but Leon knew she heard him; she was just focused on trying to keep herself afloat and make it out alive from this hellish place. The island was blowing up, both Leon and Ashley knew that so time wasn’t on their side. Leon’s legs were starting to cramp up, having run at faster speeds without a break and running low on water content. Soon, he saw a tiny sliver of golden light at the end of the tunnel but this is where a serious explosion from within the cave was being set off; he wouldn’t make it in time.

“Go, Ashley! Keep going! You’re almost there! Just keep up the speed and don’t take your hands off of the handles!” He instructed, cupping his mouth to amplify his voice amidst all the booming and popping of explosives.

Ashley got to the ramp and sped up, coursing through the air before hitting the salty seawater with a large splash. Had she not held onto the handles, she might’ve fallen out of her seat when she landed on the water. Cautiously, she peeked on the side of the jet ski to look for the hole that formed. Thankfully that splash didn’t cause more damage, much to her relief.

“Leon!” She suddenly remembers. She circles nearer to where she came from, looking at the fiery dock. The dock was going up in flames, black smoke billowing from somewhere inside the island. “Leon!” She calls out again.

She moves a little closer to the dock but there is no sign of the agent. She suddenly recalls how his voice sounded more faint before she got it, which could mean he lagged behind and stayed there up until the explosion. But he’s Leon, right? He can’t just leave her like this, he’s got to come back too!

“Leon! Please, you promised that we’d both make it out didn’t you?” She exclaims as fear swells in her heart and threatens to render her lost and directionless.

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It’s a bad day for you today: paper work is piling up, two department heads have already given you a talking-to over the mistake of the juniors under your team, and your fellow seniors aren’t helping you fix anything or get the other papers done. Sometimes you wished you were a field agent, actually going to places and moving around and fighting stead of sitting in a stuffy office and completing the never-ending load of papers dropped at your desk. Despite the strong urge to switch departments and just be a field agent for the thrill of it, you felt kind of guilty for wanting to voluntarily put yourself in physically taxing situations. Your Leon was a field agent once, until he never came back from a mission; he died making sure the president’s daughter got home in one piece. Even if it’s been well over a year since his death and you’ve managed to get back to normal, life still feels incomplete without him and his stupidly charming jokes.

“Y/N, we’re all going to hit the clubs later to look for some guys. Wanna come with–”

“Listen, Emerson.” You harshly articulated. “Instead of hitting the clubs to look for the newest hookup this week, why don’t you and the others get to your desks and actually do something productive. I got fucking yelled at by our superiors for shortcomings that was caused by you and the other little fucks but I took the brunt of it instead and you have the audacity to go out and party.”

“It’s not like I knew–”

“It’s not like you’d know because you’re a lazy piece of shit!” You fumed. The entire office falls silent, only the low thrum of the AC being heard in the space. Emerson’s face contorts into disbelief and slight shock, taking offense to your words even if it’s true. Her friends cross their arms and start whispering amongst themselves, shooting you with a disdainful look. With a roll of her eyes and an irritated huff, she takes a small stack of papers in her arms before heading to her cubicle.

“Damn bitch, I was just asking,” you hear her mutter under her breath.

“I don’t ever want to hear about Valentine’s Day, okay? The love of my life is dead.”

Your own words catch you and everyone else by surprise. Everyone, including yourself, had thought that you’d formally come to terms with the loss of Leon but it seems that there’s still a part of you that will forever subconsciously wish for him to miraculously come back. You promised Leon that you’d always be happy every Valentine’s Day, even without him but here you are: acting like the Valentine’s Day counterpart for the grinch. Everyone in Leon’s department and yours knew that you two were one soul in two bodies; inseparable. To see you without Leon was a huge change for everyone, an unfortunate change that you and they will have to get used to.

With an exasperated sigh, you sit back into your chair and get working. Despite all the tension in the room, you’re thankful that this outburst managed to motivate everyone into doing something for once. With a stretch and a sip of coffee for some energy, you got right into reading reports and signing them for the next few hours until your day ended.

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After a day that seemed to drag on forever, you finally got to come home and unwind. Before going home, you made a quick stop at a convenience store to pick up some junk and beer. Sitting in bed wearing one of Leon’s shirts, you reclined into the pillows and sighed deeply; there were still papers that needed reading and signing but they weren’t a huge load like earlier so you decided to let those wait. Feeling a little thirsty, you get up to grab a cold beer from the fridge before moving to find the can opener. The spoon drawer was near you but you didn’t want to bend your utensils even more so you decided to dedicate some time to look for it. After a few moments, you still couldn’t find it despite opening up every cabinet door and pulling on the cabinets. You remembered how Leon had a tendency to hide things on shelves only he could reach so maybe he decided to hide it on top of the cabinets. Moving your beer elsewhere, you get on the kitchen counter and make sure you’re balanced, one hand holding on to a cabinet door and the other feeling around for the tops. Your hands are slightly sweaty, worried that you’ll take a misstep and fall down but you push through anyways; you’re determined to have that drink. After a few minutes of feeling around, you still don’t find it but you feel something smooth albeit a little dusty. Interested, you pull the smooth something back to you and see an envelope; the envelope doesn’t have any exterior markings and is only sealed by a singular waterproof band aid but with a turn of the envelope you see your name written with Leon’s handwriting. Even more interested than you were, you forgo looking for the opener and drink altogether to opt for reading the letter instead. Besides, you miss your boyfriend with each passing day and today is Valentine’s Day so why not cut the pity party and indulge in some totally-not-heartbreaking reminiscing. Heading to your room and getting into bed, crawling to Leon’s side of the bed you take the letter and gently tear the band aid seal off. You open it up and take the paper out; the letter was written at the back of an old document, blue ink strokes creating texture at the back of the paper.

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04-29 To my pearl Y/N, You’re asleep right now after a pretty lengthy breakdown session (not the dancing kind, unfortunately) so I had to sneak out of bed and look around for whatever to write in. I seriously hope you don’t turn around and drag me back to bed, I’ve been meaning to write this for a long time now. Anyways, I find myself drawn into the depths of my emotions and unable to contain the overflow of adoration that fills every corner of my being whenever I’m with you– when you laugh, when you smile, when you cry. How do I begin to express the depths of my love for you? Will an entire lifetime be enough time to show you all that I’ve got for you? How can mere words encapsulate the boundless ocean of emotions that surge within me whenever I think of you? I’m very grateful that you find solace within me, a sanctuary where you could lay bare your vulnerabilities without fear of judgment or rejection (and vice versa: me being vulnerable around you). When you speak my name, the universe pauses, holding its breath in honor of our bond. When we touch, I feel my spirit lifted to dizzying heights and surrounds me in this happiness that defies description. Your essence, your soul is like a beacon of light from a lighthouse in the darkest of my nights and the stormiest of my seas, calling me to the safety of the shore. You are the gem I consider myself lucky to have love and receive love from amidst the vast chaos of this universe. All those flowery words aside, I’m sorry that I kept something from you while you were having a rough time– I’ll be going on a 3 month-long mission to the other side of the world. I just didn’t want to tell you while you feel like the world is against you and I’m really sorry– I promise I’ll tell you really soon. I really don’t want to leave you but I have to, out of a deep-rooted desire to protect the world and to protect you. Three months will feel like forever but please hold on for me, okay? I’ll get you something from Build-A-Bear when I get back :) Though the nights will feel longer, please promise me that you’ll get some rest and live happily while I’m elsewhere (but still think of me too yaknow). If… If I don’t come home then celebrate every single holiday out there because it’ll make you happy. Do something with your life when I couldn’t with mine. Don’t sulk and wallow in self-pity coz I’d really hate to see that if I somehow get turned into a ghost :/ For the meantime that I’m not yet out for work, I’ll keep holding you close to my heart. Wherever I’ll end up, I’ll still be yours– always and forever. I love you :) Without Wax, Leon :) xoxo P.S. (I saw this at a random Almanac) “Sincerely” came from the Latin word “sin cera” which means “without wax”. Dishonest sculptors with imperfections in their sculptures filled in mistakes with wax and when something was flawless, they labeled it as “sin cera”, which is “without wax”. Basically, what I wanna say is that my love for you is real and genuine :) And also it sounds cool right? x

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“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. MIssing you so much right now,” you whispered as you traced Leon’s name with a finger.

You smiled to yourself, pressing a feather-light kiss to the closing portion of his letter. God you missed him dearly; what you’d give just to have him back. Folding the letter back and placing it back inside the envelope, you kept it near your heart for a bit before putting it on your bedside table. Walking over to your work desk you pulled out a neat sheet of paper and your favorite pen, getting ready to pen a letter that’ll respond to Leon’s though he’ll never get the chance to read it.

NOTE - I decided to write angst for Valentine's Day but I decided against making it super sad so... yeah. Also I attended a seminar yesterday since every single one of us were required to attend and it was... okay. Like it wasn't super fun but I did speak up a lot and a buncha girls went to me and hugged me ?????? Like that was actually really nice, I need more hugs ( -> touch-starved ). I finished writing this on the 8th and my grades release this Saturday so let's hope I don't die 🙏🙏🙏 Also, I read uhlunaro's fic called "Bone-Chill" and OH MY GOD ?????? IT WAS SO GOOD ???? LIKE THAT THING STUCK WITH ME THROUGHOUT THE DAY-- IT WAS THAT GOOD. GO READ IT GUYS CMONNNN!!!!!! Anyways, I know it's not the 14th anymore but I hope you had a great Valentine's Day and thank you so, so, so, much for reading my fics!!!!!!!!! <33333333

The dividers are made by @cafekitsune , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

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problematicsashawaybright · 5 days ago

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I don't think a day goes by where I don't think about Matt Braly's amphibia era twitter behavior. Remember when he replied to a fan's tweet saying King Andrias has gallon sized tits. Remember when he liked Grime x Hop Pop mpreg.

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love-bitesx · 2 years ago

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Hey, luv ur last Hobie writing it was so good! so like as a request (sorry if my wording is a bit awk ive never requested anything on tumblr b4😭) hobie x fem reader (or not gendered i dont mind) on like what it would be like putting Hobie on music as a reader that listens to a ton of genres and not mainly punk rock- like would he be open minded on it etc. and also what falling asleep w him with music in the background would be like and stuff. like a little one-shot on that (or hc’s!)

: ̗̀➛ OPEN-MINDED

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

gonna hug every anon/req ever i love u lot so much <3 this is kind of just a ranty headcanon one shot. thing. i think. we'll find out. i think im physically incapable of writing a short one shot, i just love this guy too much thank u for the req!!! love u also, this is strictly my headcanon and my opinion, if there's something canon that contradicts this, my apologies!! this is just a bit of fun :)

i think he'd be somewhat open-minded, but he'd have his strict no-nos. pop music being that, or anything on the radio, he tells you it's just propaganda from the 'system'. remember, this guy is an anarchist, plus so much more.

having grown up in england, london specifically, i think he'd be partial to uk hip hop, grime, garage, alt rock, alternative music, etc. anything that sparks a bit of controversy. anything from the streets, the people. plenty of those genres stem from rock'n'roll music anyway, so i wouldn't be surprised.

however.

you're laying in your room one night, it's dark outside, the night crawling in as a gentle breeze drifts through your open window. headphones plugged into your phone, you scrolled through a newly made playlist, brows furrowed in thought as you tried to remember anymore songs you wanted to add.

humming along to the tune echoing in the headset, you were absolutely zoned out. it wasn't until a large pair of hands grabbed your waist, did you crash back down to earth. ripping the headphones off your head, you jumped back in defense.

"what did i tell you about leaving your window open, y/n?" hobie scolded you, a playful smirk on his lips, standing up straight, looking down at you, "could've been any dickhead coming in here, y'know?"

"not just any dickhead can scale 7 floors and climb in through my window, hobie," you rolled your eyes, fixing the mess you made when you threw your headphones and phone on the bed.

"yeah," he leant down, until his face was but an inch from your own, "only the really bad ones can."

with that, and a devilish grin, he pressed his lips against yours, using his advantage to push you backwards onto the bed, climbing on, making himself comfortable on the mattress next to you, holding you close to him. your hands went to his chest, feeling it rise and fall under your touch.

"i missed you," he muttered between kisses, his piercing ice cold against your lips, sending chills down your spine.

"i missed you, too, hobie," you whispered back, welcoming his touch on your waist.

pulling back with a smirk, he reached for the phone in your hand, opening it up.

"what were you listening to so intensely?" he quizzed, but his question was instantly answered at the name of the playlist you had made.

for hobie

"oh."

to say he was stunned, was an understatement. this was new to him, no one had ever made him a specially made playlist before, no one had gone to the effort. his heart swelled. scrolling through, he saw an array of artists that he hadn't even heard of before, mixes of genres that he knew you loved.

"sorry, it's really silly," you dismissed, reaching for your phone at his blunt response, suddenly feeling a wave of insecurity.

his eyes snapped to yours, shocked at your reaction, "what? no, absolutely not."

though his stomach twisted slightly at the thought of listening to lana del rey? whoever that was, he wasn't sure, but the fact you listened to it, thought of him, and thought of him so much you made it into a playlist dedicated to him? well, he'd be an idiot to refuse that.

"i love it, darlin', thank you," his smile was soft, genuine, one you only see him give to you, which is why you loved it so dearly.

"baby, who's kendrick lamar?"

BONUS #1

it was a late night, you were exhausted from working all day, and the 7 staircase climb wasn't ideal, now that the elevator in your block had stopped working. dumping all your stuff in the living room, quickly throwing on some clothes from the dryer and a quick bathroom visit, you nudged open the door to your bedroom.

you knew hobie was crashing at yours, it was more rare when he wasn't.

what you didn't expect was the sound of mellow, soft music coming from inside. continuing quietly, you peered around the door to see your boyfriend, barely under the covers, sound asleep on your bed. eyes scanning the room, you saw his phone, open on the mattress beside him.

silently stepping over, your heart melted at what you saw on his phone screen. the playlist you had made him, shuffled, playing through the speakers on his phone.

chest warm and full of adoration for this man, you leant down to place a kiss on his temple, smiling at the way his body reacted to your touch.

he was an angel, of sorts.

BONUS #2

though you complained about it at first, hobie would definitely need music to fall asleep to. sometimes he was so tired that the second his head hit the pillows and his arms wrapped themselves around you, he was asleep. but mainly, he played music from the speakers in either of your rooms.

the only issue with this, however, is that his music was never stereotypical sleeping music.

whilst only on a low volume, just something to keep his mind from fuzzing too much as he tried to sleep, you weren't a stranger to falling asleep to the likes of ramones, dead kennedys, motörhead, sex pistols, etc.

he loved you for it though, beyond grateful with your patience with him.

a/n: golly gosh i love this man so much

#hobie #atsv hobie #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #hobie my beloved #hobie x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #anon #i love anons #reqs open #reqs

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kiwibirbkat · 6 months ago

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You can pry Marcy streamer AU from my cold dead hands

Marcy Wu Streamer AU!

Started streaming as a backup while waiting for their webcomic to blow up

When their account gained traction they used it to help advertise their comic

They do both for a living now

They game on it and sometimes do vlog type streams

They does a lot of charity streams (angsty charity week fic anyone???)

Annual subathons

Lives with the girlfriends (Anne and Sasha)

Sleep schedule? Non-existent!

Anne and Sasha are fan favourites even if they do end some streams early to force Marcy to sleep

She does sub only drawing streams for their comics especially after a hiatus

Or they do public drawing streams of intermission episodes

Anne and Sasha sometimes come onto a stream with them

Marcy has a lot of guilt from Amphibia still :(

(And scars)

Not fully disabled but they need a walking aid sometimes and a wheelchair if the pain gets really bad

They still have traces of Darcy her head but they can't control her they just give advice

Or complain that Marcy won't kill anyone

They can't go to Amphibia but they can call/text through dimensions since Anne gave sprig her phone and Polly figured out how to make more

Marcy refuses any type of therapy (they don't think they deserve help)

But she will break down crying in their girlfriend's arms sometimes

She/they (realized she liked they/them pronouns after everyone referred to Darcy as they seeing as they were multiple minds, heavily they leaning)

Anne has a pet cat that looks like Domino and she lives with them

Marcy has that gaming posture (atrocious)

They post all of their VODs on YouTube

Marcy has crocheted all of them plushies of their family in amphibia (Sasha with Percy, Braddock and Grime, Anne with Sprig, Polly and Hop-pop, and Marcy with Olivia and Yunan (and a secret andrius plush that they can't look at most days))

None of them have their powers but they do have traces of energy, which is why Darcy stays in Marcy's head instead of just shutting off

Marcy dyes some of her hair green in reminder of when they had cool anime powers

Also, she's worked a lot of aspects of Amphibia into their comic so they have an excuse to make Amphibia merch

Most of their fans are worried about her because she's always up so late

Marcy speaks Spanish, French, Italian, Chinese, Thai, Portuguese, and Ukrainian and voice over all of their streams in these languages to post them on their separate VOD channels

They're trying to learn more (Greek, German, Russian, ect.)

Because of Darcy and her wit powers they learn easier (super brain)

All of her fans theorize on why them and their girlfriends went missing for like a year seeing as frogvasion has been wiped from the media

The calamity trio know most of the Disney protags (Dipper, Luz, Molly, Star, and the other people in included in those franchises)

They all live in the same world (-star, Marco and Tom but dimensional scissors yk?)

Luz reached out to Anne for help building a portal, Dipper and Mabel met Molly while ghost hunting

They have all separately run into Star while researching energy levels that came from Stars weird dimensional travel

Therefore Marco added them all to a discord server and the rest is history

They sometimes guest star on Marcy's channel

June has programmed Marcy a game before

Sasha is planning to propose (shhh don't tell Anne and Marcy)

Marcy has cut contact with her family (I don't care what cannon says her parents aren't good people)

(She would not cling onto any sort of affection this much if their parents loved them)

(Fight me)

Marcy hates going to the doctor or bathing (the bath reminds her of the rejuvenation tank and she just generally distrusts the government after Anne told them about the whole thing with Mr X)

The only doctor they trust is the dentist for some reason???

When asked Marcy just shrugs

And the vet but they aren't the one getting tested at the vet and she cares about Domino 3 too much not to go to the vet

Marcy Wu=autism

Marcy has severe anxiety

Marcy has depression

Marcy streams from bed sometimes just because they're in too much pain to walk and their girlfriends aren't their to put them into her wheelchair but she has that grind set for their stream dates

Marcy has crocheted enough Olivia and Yunan plushies to give a small army

They give them away during giveaways as beta designs for some of her characters

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knyox · 1 year ago

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I don't think I've ever seen top! Sae x bottom! male reader, so I'm taking it upon myself to feed our bottom inclined male readers (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

Enjoy~ (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ 🩷🩵

[Warnings: heavy smut, pwp, rough manhandling, anal sex, bondage, denial of release, overstimulation, slight S&M but it isn't the main focus, not beta read, not proofread]

Teammate reader, male reader, friends (?) with benefits

As usual, after a game that had left a tingling and persistent sensation of adrenaline in your spine, longing for more, you had immediately hopped into the communal showers to wash yourself off the grime and dirt and sweat that clung to your skin.

Sae was there, too. Exchanging a brief look, no words had to be said.

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Barely even a door away from Sae's condominium unit, he had pushed you against the wall of the hallway, your tongues immediately tangled in a firey dance. You had stumbled your way to the entrance, with Sae pushing you along, still locked in a fierce kiss, fumbling with his keys to unlock the door.

It was a mess from there, both of you kicking off your shoes and shrugging articles of clothing one after the other, leaving a trail from the living room all the way to Sae's bedroom.

He wasted no time pushing you onto the bed and getting on top of you, his mouth immediately finding your neck, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses from your jaw, trailing lower, sucking marks on your chest where no one else could see. You softly moaned at each ministration, at each touch, your fingers carding through locks of red hair in encouragement. Your responsiveness to each of Sae's touches sent burning arousal straight to his dick, straining against the fabric of his underwear.

Sae lifted up your hips with a free hand, using the other to pull off your sweatpants along with your boxers, almost ripping them with how impatient he was. You shuddered as your cock was freed from its confines, hard and dripping pre-cum down your stomach. Without breaking eye-contact Sae lowered himself, taking you into his mouth. Your back arched at the familiar heat enveloping your dick, a loud moan leaving your lips as the fingers you had on his hair tightened in their hold, and he let out a groan in response, the vibrations of that sound made you buck your hips impatiently.

Sae began sucking, hollowing his cheeks and taking you deeper at each bob of his head, popping off to breathe and licking from the head down to the base and vice versa, teasing the tip before taking you into his mouth again. Your moans reverberated across the four walls of the bedroom, music to Sae's ears as one of his hands trailed under you to cup the plump cheek of your ass, squeezing. Your thighs were closing in on his head, your whines growing in volume and he knew you were close. Just when he felt your cock twitch in his mouth, Sae pulled off with a resounding pop, licking his lips and you almost cried. You were so, so close.

"Not yet baby." He said, kissing your cheek in apology as you glared at him through teary, frustrated eyes. Your hand came down to touch yourself, but he stopped you, taking both your wrists in one hand and pinning them above the bed as he reached for the nightstand, rummaging through the drawers and pulling out a bottle of lube and handcuffs.

Sae not so gently turned you to lay on your stomach, ass up, repositioning your hands behind your back and cuffing them there. He simply couldn't resist, delivering a hard smack to your butt and watching the tender flesh redden, your choked moan in response eliciting a slight smirk form him. Pretend as you might that you hate being denied release and the discomfort and pain that comes with it, he knows just how much you crave getting hurt. He's happy to indulge you in your dirty little masochistic tendencies.

Delivering one last smack, Sae massages the flesh, nails slightly digging into it and marveling at how pliant it is under his hands. You send a glare over your shoulder, telling him to hurry up, and just to spite you, delivers another spank that pulls out yet another moan.

Finally, finally, Sae grabs the lube, pouring a generous amount on his fingers and some directly on your hole, the cold of it making you shiver. His fingers circle your rim before pushing in slowly, the familiar tight heat of your insides enveloping his digits. You sigh in relief at the intrusion, clenching and wiggling against his fingers, signaling him to hurry. He shushes you, telling you to be patient before he adds a third finger, pouring more lube. His fingers move at a languid pace before slowly increasing speed, watching your reactions for any sign of discomfort which there were none. Sae's fingers purposefully graze against those bundle of nerves that drive you crazy, cock twitching upon hearing your high pitched moan. He assaulted that spot for a while, watching as your back arched further, peeking to the side of your face and watching you drool as those sweet sounds left your lips.

You were both getting impatient, so Sae pulled out his fingers, shucking off his last remaining article of clothing and lathering his dick in lube before roughly pushing in, burying himself to the hilt in one, hard thrust. He relished in the sound of your pained but pleasured moan, the way your hands clenched into fists pitifully as the cuffs prevented you from moving your hands anywhere else. You were completely at Sae's mercy, and you loved it, relinquishing control.

Sae set a brutal and punishing pace that left you breathless and drooling into the pillows, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the room, only your sobbing of Sae's name overpowering it. He lowered himself further onto you, his chest pressed against your back, one arm on your waist and the other over your chest, hand on your neck and jaw, forcing your head to be tilted up as he groaned lowly into your ear, biting the lobe. You were utterly consumed by his form, and you could feel him so deep inside you, hitting your prostate repeatedly with each thrust.

"Close... close close close... ngh~ 'm so close~ Sae... Sae.." You chanted over and over again like a mantra, feeling that familiar coil in your stomach, eyes rolling to the back of your head as drool dripped from your chin and onto Sae's hand on your jaw.

"Fuck.." *He growled, pulling out of you and you almost sobbed until he roughly turned you to lay on your back, lifting your thighs on his shoulders before roughly thrusting back in, resuming his brutal pace as he leaned down, nearly folding you in half. You could feel him impossibly deeper and you almost screamed, your restrained wrists struggling behind your back against the cuffs, fingers now tightly gripping the sheets. "Cum for me baby. Wanna see you cum on my cock... So good. So good (y/n)... taking me so well like a good slut.." He groaned into your ear, kissing and sucking marks onto your skin.

That sent you toppling over the edge, hot white pleasure clouding your senses as your cock twitched, thick spurts of cum staining your stomach and chest as you came with a loud cry, body convulsing with the force of your release. Sae moaned as he felt you clench and tighten around him, but he was far from done and you both knew it. He slowed down the pace of his thrusts after you rode out your orgasm, observing as you whined, weakly moaning as you caught your breath, his hands coming up to rub comfortingly at your skin.

Once he deemed you were okay enough, he resumed the brutal pace, chasing his own release. You were so sensitive still, and the attack on your prostate made your body jerk sharply, thighs trembling as you whimpered, feeling the overstimulation start kicking in. You had barely recovered from your orgasm, cock laying soft against your stomach, and you whined, begging Sae to stop. You both knew you didn't actually want him to.

You sobbed, tears slipping past your eyes as the painfully pleasurable sensation assaulted your senses at every one of Sae's thrusts. You had practically screamed when he grabbed your soft cock, jerking it in tandem with his pounding. It started to harden in his hands, and you were losing yourself in the overwhelming sensation, babbling mindlessly for him to slow down and stop, begging and crying and whining and Sae relished in how utterly debauched and fucked out of your brains you looked. Drool on your chin, tears on face and bangs sticking to your sweaty forehead - it drives Sae absolutely insane. He's close, he could feel it. He jerks you faster and harder, the pace of his thrusts becoming erratic as he lost himself in your body and your sounds. You came once again, screaming his name and Sae is sure his neighbors could hear. The feeling of you tightening and convulsing around his cock was too much and Sae followed suit after a few hard thrusts, releasing inside of you with a groan.

You felt so warm and so full, utterly fucked into the next universe as your body twitched and convulsed. You whimpered in pain when Sae pulled out, the overstimulation becoming too much. He gently lifted your body up slightly to uncuff your wrists then layed you back down, massaging the red marks that had formed from struggling against the cold metal.

"You did good. Are you okay? Did I hurt you too much? Y/n, can you hear me?" Sae cupped you face, wiping away the tears and brushing your hair out of your eyes. You managed a weak nod, struggling to catch your breath. Sae may be a cold man, but he's not heartless. He gently kisses your forehead, telling you to wait a moment as he runs into the bathroom to grab a washcloth to wipe you down. He gently glides it over your body, wiping off the stains before helping you drink a glass of water.

"Sorry. Didn't ask if I could cum inside. Wanna shower? I'll help you up."

You shook your head in response, voice coming out hoarse as you spoke, "It's okay. Felt good." Was all you could manage, still recovering from the intensity. Sae gave you a kiss on the neck before covering you up with a blanket as he hopped beside you, enveloping you in a warm embrace as sleep slowly consumed you.

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You stared into the mirror, your reflection staring back at you. Then you met Sae's gaze through the mirror, then back at yourself.

"Sae what the fuck." He had unconsciously left marks on the visible parts of your skin - your neck and jaw.

At least he had enough shame in that cold heart (affectionate) of his to look slightly sorry about it.

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A/N:

whew. 1776 words :3

Not very dialogue heavy. porn without plot - the only plot here being friends with benefits and teammates. oho... if the media spots the hickeys on y/n's neck when the paparazzi stalking him uploads pictures 🤭

I hope you all enjoyed! English is not my native language and I pretty much only write what I think sounds right hehe (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

It's also my first time writing smut, so I hope it's satisfactory! To those that read and stuck around this far, thank you for reading!

🩵🩷🩵🩷

#sae itoshi x male reader #itoshi sae x reader #x male reader #itoshi sae smut #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk smut

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yaboirezzy · 1 year ago

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Oh damn...I forgot I had an inbox

Okay so let me remember how many:

Amphibia

-Sashannarcy/Calamity Trio (Anne x Sasha x Marcy)

-Spraddivy/Chaos Trio (Sprig x Ivy x Maddie)

-MechanicFighter (Polly x Pearl)

-Yulivia/Gown n' Dagger (Olivia x Yunnan)

-IT Romance (Ally x Jess)

-Grimesylvipop/Old Timer Trio (Hop Pop x Grime x Sylvia)

-Barrelleifdrias/Divorce Trio (Leif x Andrias x Barrel)

The Owl House

-Lumity/Sweet Potatoes (Luz x Amity)

-Huntlow/GoldenFlora (Willow x Hunter)

-Raeda/HarpyMelody (Eda x Raine) + Camilraeda/Mom Trio (Eda x Raine x Camila)

-Veesha/RavenSlug (Vee x Masha)

-Gustholomule/GusMatt (Gus x Mattholomule)

-Skarney/Melody and The Beast (Skara x Viney

The Ghost and Molly McGee

-Mollycule/MollyPoly (Molly x Oliver x Libby x Andrea)

-Scrinx/Ghostly Exes (Scratch x Jinx)

Hilda

-Frilda/AdventureWitch (Hilda x Frida) + Frildavid/Trollberg Trio (Hilda x Frida x David)

-Kaisanna/Sketchbook Ship (Johanna x Kaisa) + Kaigerdanna/Trollberg's Mom Trio (Johanna x Kaisa x Gerda)

The Loud House + Casagrandes

-Ronniecoln/OrangePurple (Lincoln x Ronnie Anne)

-Slyde/Bestie-to-Main Duo (Clyde x Sid)

-Clidonniecoln/Chaos Squad (Lincoln x Ronnie Anne x Clyde x Sid)

-Lobby/Eldest Duo (Lori x Bobby)

-Chazni/Mall Duo (Leni x Chaz)

-Saluna/Rockstars Duo(Luna x Sam)

-Lubenny/Comedy Duo(Luan x Benny)

-Lynncisco/Athlete Duo (Lynn x Francisco)

-Lucky/GingerRaven (Lucy x Rocky)

-Skiana/Toolbox Duo (Lana x Skippy)

-Lolinston/Majesty Duo (Lola x Winston)

-Livid/Science Duo (Lisa x David)

-Carldelaide/Double Trouble (Carl x Adelaide)

Little Witch Academia

-Diakko/Starlight Magic (Akko x Diana)

-Sulotte/SpiritMushroom (Sucy x Lotte)

-Hamanda/Her Rebel (Amanda x Hannah)

-Barblotte/Nightfall (Lotte x Barbara)

-Consucy/Shroombot (Sucy x Constanze)

-HannahBarbara/Diana's Emotional Support Witches (Hannah x Barbara)

-Poly New Nine/RGB Team

Naruto

-Poly Konoha 12/The Leaf Pile

My Hero Academia

-Poly Class 1-A/Fam 1-A

Spooky Month

-Goldenlavender (Lila x Jaune)

-Candybats (Kevin x Streber)

-Sketchhatz (Susie x Robert)

Erma

-Connerma/GingerYokai (Erma x Connor) + Connsiderma/GingerRatYokai (Erma x Connor x Sidney)

-Terramy/Amerry (Amy x Terry)

-Samiko/YokaiBooks (Emiko x Sam)

-FumiHaru/The Princess and The Kappa (Fumiko x Haru)

-EnaKenji/FloatingCyclops (Ena x Kenji)

-Amitsu/Amomo/GoldenYokai (Amy x Mitsu/Momo)

Sonic

-Sonadow/'See Sonic Prime' (Sonic x Shadow)

-Knuxouge/All Because of An Emerald (Knuckles x Rouge)

-Tailsmo/Wholesomeness in 'X' (Tails x Cosmo)

Yes I am perfectly fine why do you ask?

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beefrobeefcal · 2 years ago

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I love your writing and am so excited to read more! Chubby!Frankie is so hot and feral 🖤 I want to make him a birthday cake just for him and watch him eat it on his birthday ❤️ Most of my thots are food themed so I'm excited to find this type of fic! Have a lovely day!

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE!

Everyone enjoys a bit of cake... some enjoy more at a time than others - thank you, @neverwheremoonchild for your generous contribution to the THOT TANK!

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Happy Birthday, Frankie! Part 1

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader (Mouse!)

Summary: Frankie has his cake and eats it all.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 1,623

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut (alluded to), Belly Worship, Belly Stuffing, Oral (m-receiving), shirt popping, birthday nonsense

Author's Notes: Chubby!Frankie is a happy boy! Part 2 coming soon to a Beefro's Bistro near you!

Thank you @theywhowriteandknowthings for their time, energy & eyeballs - you're review is greatly appreciated!

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“So… what’s the verdict? A barbeque or are you going throw him a private party yourself?”, Hannah asked, wiggling her eyebrows at you from across the table.

You laughed and took another drink of your latte. “Not sure… I asked him and he didn’t give me a straight answer. But he was insistent that he get a Reece’s Pieces birthday cake.”

You had gone out shopping with Hannah, and the topic of Frankie’s birthday came up. Anytime it was one of the group’s special day, there was generally some sort of get together, and Hannah was the queen of party planning.

��Oh, Frankie… what are we going to do with him?”, Hannah mused. “How about we just take him to the bar and make they guys watch as we drink ourselves stupid?”

“Love that idea. I’ll tell him that because he didn’t answer, you and I planned something special for him – us! Drunk!”, you nodded with a big laugh.

By the time you got home, you’d worked over your bank account pretty well picking out birthday gifts for Frankie. As you were hiding your haul in the linen closet, you heard Frankie come in through the kitchen door from the garage.

“Mouse? You home, baby?”, he called out. You heard the fridge open and him open a beer.

You shoved the rest of the bags into the closet – you’d sort it out later – and skipped into the kitchen.

As you rounded the corner, you stopped and stared at Frankie. He was covered in grease and dirt… and was standing in your clean kitchen. Your eyes looked at the dirty foot prints on the floor and the finger smudges on your fridge.

Your face must have projected the internal screaming that blasted in your brain and Frankie held his hands up.

“Baby.”, he said, taking a step towards you with a cheeky glint is his eye. “Come and give me a kiss.”

Another step towards you. Your eyes widened and your jaw tightened, as you took a step back, knowing where this was going.

“Come here, princess.”, he smiled wryly. “Missed you, baby. Gimme a kiss.”

Another step to you. And another step back from him.

“Frankie… stop.”, you warned, swallowing thick. As much as you hated the mess, seeing Frankie dirty and sweaty from working in the garage did something to you. But you would not allow him to make a mess of you or your house right now!

He flashed you a bright smile, his hands in front beckoning you. “Pretty baby… just a little grime… come on, princess, come get dirty.”

He took a quick step towards you, and you hopped back and yelped, “Stop right now or no birthday cake!”

He stopped in his tracks and pouted, hands falling to his sides. “Aw, Mouse… don’t say that! I’m gonna clean it up!”

“You better, Francisco Morales!”, you shook a finger at him. “Or no cake.”

*****

It was here – Frankie’s birthday! You’d stay up late the night before to finish decorating his cake. You wanted it ready and waiting for him when he got up, as he insisted that “cake is for breakfast on your birthday”. It wasn’t a rule you followed for yours, but you would happily make sure Frankie got his wish.

You got up before he did and made your way to the kitchen to put up a few decorations. You had him for the day, and tonight, Benny had a fight. You’d all go to the bar to celebrate Frankie afterwards – it’s what Frankie wanted.

Once the final streamer was tacked up, you heard Frankie calling you from the bedroom.

“WHERE’S MY BIRTHDAY BLOWJOB?”, he yelled.

You barked out a laugh as you hopped down from the counter. “Coming right up, Frankie!”

You walked into your room and crawled onto the bed as Frankie laid back, lazily stroking his cock.

“Getting it all fired up for you, princess…”, he grunted, voice cracking with sleep. “Take your top off… wanna see your perfect tits.”

Not one to argue with a birthday boy, you straddled one of his thighs and took it off and shook your tits; Frankie groaned and reached out his free hand to grab one. “Oh fuck…”

“When we’re done here, I’ve got breakfast all ready for you, honey.”, you cooed, as you reached and took over stroking his cock.

Frankie sat up and grabbed the back of your neck, maneuvering you in position, then he gently began pushing your head down. Your open mouth took in his weeping, angry tip, and you rolled your tongue over it and sucked.

“If breakfast is what I think it is, then you need to get moving, princess.”

*****

After Frankie unloaded into your waiting mouth, and you both cleaned yourselves up, you had your hands over Frankie’s eyes as you navigated him to the kitchen.

“No peeking until I say so!”, you laughed, making sure his eyes were closed as you scampered to the other side of the kitchen table, and Frankie nodded, eyes covered.

“Okay, look!”

Frankie opened his eyes and scanned the table; a small pile of presents and a double-layered sheet cake that read, “Happy Birthday, Frankie Baby!” across it.

“Happy birthday, baby!”, you shouted as he came around to hug you.

*****

Frankie had opened his gifts while you sat with him. When he asked how big of a cake piece he should cut for himself, he just about fell off his chair when you informed him that the whole cake was his piece if he wanted it.

Good god, did you spoil him.

“You don’t have to eat it all-“

“I’m gonna.”, he interrupted with a grin as he rubbed his hands together.

Before he got to work, he went and changed into a different, looser pair of sweatpants, and then he dug in.

Just a few bites in, he had completely forgone cutting pieces off the cake and was now eating from the tray directly.

“Jesus, this is good, Mouse.”, he said with a full mouth before swallowing, and continued with a laugh. “Can you imagine if I was trying to lose weight and you made me stuff like this?”

You gave a little laugh and came around, standing next to him.

“How’re you doing, baby? Getting full?”, you asked teasingly as you rubbed his belly.

He put his hand on top of yours and smiled at you. “Nah, princess, don’t worry... got room for the rest.”

He went to take another bite, but you stopped him. “Frankie… I wanna try something. You know that button up shirt you have with the stain on it?”

He nodded as his grin grew on his face, knowing where you were going with this. He changed his shirt, and it was already a little tight over his tummy.

“Nice knowing ya, shirt!”, Frankie said as he went back to work.

Frankie sat back and sighed. A good portion of the cake was now causing wide gaps between the buttons and pulling the shirt taut across his belly.

“One of these better pop soon or I’m not gonna be able to finish. Getting pretty tight.”, he huffed, poking one the straining buttons.

“I guess it’s a well-made shirt.” You said as you leaned on the table, next to him. Your fingers danced over the exposed skin popping through. “Come on, baby. Get back to it.”

You got up and went to get him something to drink. You heard Frankie take a deep breath, then a few ping-ing sounds, then Frankie groan, “Thank fuck!”

You turned around to see that Frankie had popped two of the central buttons, and his belly had pushed out.

“Now I got more room.”, he said as he dove back into his cake.

By the time all the cake was in Frankie – minus some of the frosting that decorated his face – he was sitting back patting his taut belly.

The only button that remained on the shirt was the one that sat on his sternum. The rest were either on the floor or table.

“Fuck me, Mouse…”, Frankie tried to stifle a small burp. “I’m full.”

You’d pulled a chair up and sat next to him and your hands gently massaged his bloated tummy, feeling how solid it felt under your fingers.

“Oof, Frankie… your tummy’s solid.”, you gasped. “You feeling okay, honey?”

“M’fine… just full of cake… best thing to be on your birthday.”, he grinned as he patted his tummy.

He tried to stand up and winced, rubbing his packed stomach. “Fucking heavy, too. Oof.”

He stood to his full height, stretched his back and he looked adorable; he had a bedhead still and frosting on his face, and was wearing a shirt only held on with one button and low-slung sweatpants. The star of the show was his big tummy, framed by the white button up.

“How do I look? Like I’m ready to party?”, Frankie asked you with a wink and a grin.

“Oh boy, do you ever!”, you laughed, taking his had and tugging him to the den.

Frankie spent the rest of day on the couch. You spent the morning portion of his couch time sitting on his lap, rubbing and massaging his tummy, helping him deal with the heavy contents of his stomach.

“You having a good birthday so far?”, you asked as you finished his rub and patted his belly.

“Mmmmmyeah….”, Frankie moaned happily as his hands found your waist, eyes shut and feeling drowsy. “Got my dick sucked by a pair of beautiful lips, opened presents, loaded up on cake, wrecked a shirt, and got a tummy rub from this smoking hot woman sitting on my lap. I can’t ask for more.”

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sashaishere14 · 4 months ago

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once upon a time i thought of a life series x amphibia au and it often rolls around in my head. so basically; grian is heart (toad tower) scar is strength (wartwood) mumbo is wit (newtopia) (technically grian is sasha and scar is anne but i switched their stones) (you see the vision)

joel = sprig etho = ivy jimmy = polly cleo = hop pop lizzie = maddie bigb = grime gem = olivia pearl = yunan bdubs = percy impulse = braddock tango = wally ren = mayor toadstool scott is andrias. martyn is the core.

for any s3 exclusive human characters and otherwise side characters are any other mc youtubers (bessie, yes the snail, is false symmetry because i said so and no other reason) (this is technically false in life series promo) will tag all future posts mentioning this if people like it with #amphibilife au probably! oh and am 100% taking fanart/fic/etc with this concept i think they are just uber silly

#amphibia #life series #trafficblr #life smp #silly #traffic series #traffic life #traffic smp #the life series #swap au #amphibilife au #desert duo #mumbo scar grian #im not tagging the whole cast #crossover au #need them now #calamity trio #desert duo and mumbo

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datenightfright · 2 years ago

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Costume

Herman Carter: The Doctor x F!Reader

Summary: The Doctor plans a little alone time between the two of you.

Warnings: NSFW, cussing, dirty talk.

The way the nurse's uniform clings to your every curve has Herman's cock hard. Hell, the moment he heard your heels on the aged linoleum he stood at half mast. Now, there you were, uniform barely covering your ass, shirt opened so much he could see just the beginnings of your areola. He asked that you not wear underclothes in this outfit, and you obliged. That pleased him greatly.

He had everything planned out. He was going to perform an experiment on a patient, and you were going to assist him. The job was simple enough, you were going to hand him scalpels and scissors and gauze while he worked. You were going to stand there and look pretty and he was going to take you back to his office and fuck you until you couldn’t stand. That was what he told you anyway.

He gets up from his chair, not bothering to hide his erection, and motioned for you to follow him. Shock waves slither underneath his skin at every little tic-tic-tic of your heel. He’s trying to figure out if he wants to gobble you up first and fuck you second, or the other way around. His mind was cloudy with pictures of you spread for him, fucked good and thoroughly, as you should be, cum dripping out of your sweet cunt. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn’t even realize you had reached the destination until you spoke up. “Where’s the patient?” You asked, looking up at him critically.

He looks at you, brain fogged over with lust, trying to come up with a possible excuse. You had to know that there was going to be some sort of catch to this. That there wasn’t going to be an actual patient in the operating room. You look about the place, trying to puzzle it out. Herman lets you, only because when you move deeper into the room he catches a glimpse of the bottom of an ass cheek. He has to suppress a groan as he thinks about how he wants nothing more than to grab a handful of it.

“I see what happened, doctor.” You say turning back, a coy smile across your face. He cocks an eyebrow. Do you? He watches closely as you back up towards the gurney in the middle of the room, popping a button on your costume, letting a tit slide out. Herman’s cock pulses at the sight. Fuck, look at how weak you’ve made him. He follows you into the room, trying hard not to let all the pent up electricity in his system out at once. There was a very real danger riling him up like this. “You booked an operation to get me alone, didn’t you?”

Herman watches as the back of your legs hit the gurney, without a moment’s hesitation you manage to hop up on it, your costume riding all the way up to your midriff, leaving nothing hidden from his hungry gaze. He was delighted to see you were already wet. You were always a smart one, that’s why he liked you so much. You scoot back on the gurney, popping the last few buttons of your costume while getting comfortable. Now he can see all of you. He stands next to you, taking you all in.

The swell, of your breasts, the ‘v’ of your hips. Your thighs spilling out just slightly over the edge of your stockings. The white heels somehow pristine despite all the grime in the hospital. The electricity rolling off him crackles in the air as he stares, trying to figure out what he wanted to do to you first.

Knowing full well he had your consent to be rough with you, the original plan had been to ‘trap’ you in the operating room, chase you around a bit, have you struggle a little as he strapped you to the gurney, and then do as he pleased. Slicing your costume with a knife, ripping the cloth from your body, then running the sharp edge over your skin. You were going to shake for him, whether from pleasure or genuine fear he didn’t care. Then, he was going to shock you here and there, a little teaser before the main course. But this? Having you spread out so willingly for him was so much better than what he had planned.

His hand comes up to a breast to tweak the nipple, satisfied when it hardens underneath his skilled fingers. Deciding he can take no more, his hand quickly dips into your slick folds, excited to feel your slick. You moan as he shocks your pussy, his thumb quickly finding your clit to rub tight circles around it. He doesn't bother to prep you for two of his thick fingers, you’re prepared enough. Instead, he angles his fingers just so and finds that spongy little spot that has you throwing your head back and moaning loudly into the air.

More so than slamming his cock into you over and over again, more than sucking your clit into his mouth as he eats you out, more than you riding him as though your life depends on it, Herman likes you like this. Hips bucking into his hand to chase your release, cheats heaving in time with your pants. You, whimpering and moaning and begging him to complete you. He watches you as you writhe beneath him, repeating his name like a prayer. He’s in no mood for teasing tonight, however, the costume you wore having riled him up so. He finishes you in mere seconds, reveling in the feel of your walls clenching around him and the rush of your cum into the palm of his hand.

Before you can relax and come down from your high he drags you off the gurney and turns you from him, your back to his chest. Bending you over he undoes his pants with one hand, the other firmly planted between your shoulders to keep you down. You offer no resistance, he offers no cool down time as he slides into you. You both groan at the pleasurable feeling.

His pace is brutal, demanding. Taking from you and never giving. But you loved it. He fucks you so hard the gurney screeches a few centimeters across the floor. Your entire being tingles with all the electricity Herman is giving off, a clear indicator he’s enjoying you entirely. Gentleness will come later, when he’s washing you off and rubbing your sore muscles.

It doesn’t take long for Herman’s hips to begin to stutter, the feeling of your warm pussy, the way you contract around his thick cock. He’s been thinking about you all day, of course he isn’t going to last long. With the usual fanfare of lightning coming off him and flinging all things metal to the very corners of the room, and the pulsating shocks making your muscles twitch, Herman cums inside you, a deep low groan accompanying his emptying balls. He goes still not too long after, spent yet not satiated. He pulls from you with a wet squelch. Taking a moment to admire his cum seeping from you, he slaps your ass lightly, then turns you to face him and puts you back on the gurney. One look at his sopping wet cock already hardening again makes you smile. “Now, now doctor,” You chide, reaching to loosen his tie, “Are you sure we won’t be caught?” Herman swats your hand away. “I have been thinking about fucking you all day,” He growls. You know that tone of voice. Though your coy smile drops, he sees the spark of lust in your eyes.

“I have been thinking of having you choke on my dick,” He continues, watching as your breath starts to pick up, “of sucking on those pretty tits,” He rubs a nipple rather hard to emphasize his point. You wince but groan with pleasure. He situates you on the gurney, legs spread open. “There isn’t a hole I’m not going to stuff, there isn’t a surface I won’t take you on. When I’m done with you, you’ll be dripping in my cum. Your ass, your belly, your sweet, tight little cunt,” Herman brings you up for a bruising kiss which you return with fervor. You both pull back, a string of spit connecting you for the briefest moment. “Promise me,” You whimper, excited at the prospects he’s put forth, “Promise me you’ll fuck me until I don’t know my own name.” Herman slips his throbbing cock back into you, nodding. “I promise all that, and so much more.”

#herman carter #the doctor #dead by daylight #dbd #the doctor x fem reader #herman x fem reader

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