#mud x reader

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Hello, could you do Gaslight District mud x informant reader who gives him everything he asks for information for the smiling dead relationship headcanons

۶ৎ Mud x Informant!GN!Reader HCs

《 A/N: OOOoo!! I love this idea, I'm seriously considering writing more with this type of reader since it's so interesting and has a alotta potential for nsfw hcs mwahahaa! tyty for requesting! btw on the wiki it says he's over 7 feet like HELLOOO?? 😼😻 》

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“You always give me what I want, sweetheart. Makes me wonder what you want in return…”

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☠︎︎ Your first run-in with Mud happened in one of the grimiest corners of the Gaslight District.

☠︎︎ You were in the middle of selling dirt on a rival gang when Mud overheard, casually shot the buyer in the head, and offered you double what they were paying.

☠︎︎ What a meet-cute, amirite?

☠︎︎ At first, Mud kept you at a distance– because, y’know, this is the Gaslight District!

☠︎︎ In the early stages of your 'partnership', he’d meet you in abandoned warehouses (always with his finger on the trigger of his shotgun) and eventually, he’d let you share intel in the freezer room of the Whale Belly Butchershop (which I suppose is him bringing you to his bedroom if you think about it)

☠︎︎ I feel like he’d do something freaky, like point his gun to your head and get really close to you, looming over you with a scowl and warning glare.

☠︎︎ “Don’t take it personal, dollface. I haven’t survived 5,000 years by bein’ careless.”

☠︎︎ You’re not stupid, you knew better than to play games with the Smiling Dead.

☠︎︎ The first time you really earned his respect was when you gave him exact details on a rival gang’s rare-item shipment which led to the cleanest heist they’ve had all week!

☠︎︎ While you provide information to the whole Smiling Dead family, Mud has claimed you as his informant.

☠︎︎ Also, your network is absurd.

☠︎︎ “Oh! I know a guy who knows a girl whose aunt’s roommate’s cousin’s best friend–”

☠︎︎ You’ve got dirt on everyone.

☠︎︎ Which is a blessing and a curse when rival gangs are always breathing down your goddamn neck.

☠︎︎ You absolutely gossip with Mel like it’s your second job.

☠︎︎ Breadhead sometimes joins in, sipping from a teacup and nodding while you spill the wildest stories.

☠︎︎ “THEN, when the vows were starting, she stood up and said, 'I’m pregnant with his baby!'"

"You're lying. Y/N, tell me you're lying!”

☠︎︎ His eyes never leave yours when you share info, his feet up on a table, cigarette dangling from his grinning lips as he listens to your latest report.

☠︎︎ In the pilot, you were def one of the persons she got intel from! (and NOT the wrong info about Angel Mother) You provided pictures, maps, everything!

☠︎︎ He shares his lighter with you when you two smoke together (only after he trusts you)

☠︎︎ Mud suspects you know more than you let on–which...is true, you do!

☠︎︎ You’ve pieced together about Melancholy being human, but keep it to yourself.

☠︎︎ It’s your most valuable bargaining chip, saved for when you might truly need it.

☠︎︎ One of these days, Mud will ask you for everything, and I mean everything you know via gunpoint before he can fall deeper in love with you.

[i-loved-silly]

Oughhh adored the gaslight district hcs omg

If you ever write mud x reader in the future I'll be forever grateful for crumbs of my stinky blorbo

I LOVE MUD he’s my second favorite, hear me out!!

MUD X READER | GEN HEADCANONS

If you’re officially together, he definitely loves having his arm around you at all times. You two standing together? His arm is around your shoulders or your hip, pulling you close. Especially if others are around, it’s more of a protective thing. Doesn’t want anyone to think you’re single! He’ll shoot their brains out.

I said this about Ken too, but I KNOWWW this old fart is smooth. Maybe not with pickup lines but he has that energy you know. He’s confident for the most part. Loves to see you get flustered because of something he said. Will laugh in your face about it.

He’s a fan of taking risky shots. You know how in the pilot he covered his eyes to shoot? The guy is such a show off. He’ll be like:”watch this, sugar.” Then cover his eyes and shoot. His favorite thing is looking at you while he does it because he knows he’ll hit the target while he watches your reaction. Expects a kiss after. “And my prize?”

Probably calls you pet names before you’re a thing, and he definitely does after. Names like sugar, hun, he’s so old man. Will never admit it out loud but he likes when you call him pet names too. It just really reassures him that you two really are together.

If you encourage him to sleep at your place instead of the cold, hard freezer, he’ll swoon so bad. Buddy he’d never return to that freezer ever again. He could be the big spoon or you could be his backpack, bro is 7 feet tall🤤

Love language! Giving you the stuff he steals or finds. Even if it’s supposed to be the gangs money, you automatically get a share <3 just don’t tell anyone.

[bunnyvirgo-thechocobunny]

~🚬⚠︎︎Mud x Reader dating headcanons⚠︎︎🚬~

If anyone wants to request a x reader for any more of the gaslight district cast then I’m happy to answer your requests!!! :)

Despite Mud being…well Mud he’s more vulnerable with you in private more then public, but he does leans his head against your shoulder whenever you sit next to him as showing at least SOME vulnerability. But in private he’s more softer and upbeat when you both are alone. What? A man’s needs to keep his reputation alive, you’d do the same if you were in his shoes since he’s a member of The Smiling Dead for crying out loud!

He basically would want you to lay on top of him when you both are cuddling since he likes it when you lay on top of him since he loves to play with your hair or when you caress his face even though he doesn’t wanna admit it, but damn he’s a sucker for your physical affection.

whenever Mud is in a very bad mood he basically hugs you from behind as a sign of “I want attention now because I’m pissed off.” when he says so or basically vents to you about what’s been pissing him off since you’re the only one he’s comfortable enough to talk about his feelings with.

A huge flirt with you and quite the charmer but a liiittle bit corny one for sure and he finds it adorable when you blush and when you and Mud are having a flirt battle he’d usually thinks for sure that he’ll win. (Spoiler alert he doesn’t he just looks away and doesn’t say anything)

Not a very jealous boyfriend but just making sure that no weirdo is making you uncomfortable so he walks up to you and the person that you’re talking to, analyzing your body language and facial expressions for any sign of discomfort or not and if you were you don’t even have to has…you just need to ask breadhead to stop mud before he kills that rotling over and over with his bare fist and a pocket knife.

When ever you go on dates with him it’s mostly park dates or at the whale belly butcher-shop (which before the dates he made bets with Ken so that you and him could eat for free and he always cheats because there is no way he’s paying) and he never fails to surprise you at most times he would give you gifts and there’s an equal fifty/fifty percent chance that he might���ve stole or bought with his money that he could’ve bought a mattress that he wanted to get but the idiotic things he does for you can only you.

You told him a story about when Mel and breadhead was still kids and before you both were dating, they walked up to and Mel said and you quote “our uncle likes your butt or something.” Pointing at mud then walking away. The man never lived that down for the rest his eternal life and maybe Mel is somewhat dead to him thanks to you saying that

Mud’s the small spoon, prove me wrong. He always enjoys sleeping at your place than that damn freezer and sleeping beside you is the icing on the cake for him and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world at all, hell not even for a stack of scarabs!

[cosmiccfeliine]

all these breadhead x readers....but where are my mel x readers.....

[orange-imagines]

what do you think each of the mud dogs' love languages they find themselves most drawn to are? :0

Relationship: Romantic

A/N: I have so many opinions on this! I tried to keep these simple by saying the guys have the same giving and receiving languages, and I don't think it's far off tbf. AND to be clear: these guys love any form of affection, this is just what I imagine their favorites are.

Leonard

Physical touch and acts of service.

Although it's not as common as you may think, Len does have trouble expressing the way he feels through words sometimes, even when it comes to you. He gets easily lost inside his head with all his thoughts and feelings, so he naturally gravitates toward any form of affection that helps bring him down to earth with you. If he's ever having a rough day or needs some reassurance (though he has a hard time voicing when he does), you going out of your way to hold his hand or give him a hug will speak volumes to him. While he may not look like it to others, you know he loves surprise physical affection, and he's actually quite clingy. It's not even something he realizes, he just finds it very natural to enjoy sitting beside you wherever you two go, holding your hand, putting an arm around you, messing with your clothes or fixing your hair, coming up with any excuse to touch you. And when it comes to sitting next to you, he can get pretty bitter if someone else manages to snag a seat beside you while he has to sit in another spot further away. It doesn't help that this is something Mick does constantly (both on purpose and not- the little shit), but nobody's exempt from having Len glare at them the entire interaction because they stole his seat. If he's already had a bad day leading up to that, he may just forgo politeness in its entirety and shove the person out of the way in order to sit next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders and growling if the person tries to speak up. Yeah. He's only a little clingy.

Alternatively, he also enjoys you doing anything to help him with his responsibilities, whether that be chores around the apartment or lending a hand with the planning stage for the Mud Dogs' next heist. The latter can stress him out quite a bit, so if you want to bring him a cup of coffee and help him get his thoughts out by bouncing ideas back and forth, he'll just fall more and more in love with every word you say. You're definitely his preferred planning partner, and he's not afraid to admit it in front of the others.

His favorites moments of domesticity come from the two of you helping each other out with things at home. You washing dishes while he dries them, you cooking something and him stirring the pot for five seconds when you have to step away- any little mundane thing that would be boring if he wasn't doing it with you. He also really likes it if you hug him from behind while he's got his attention on something else, though he's likely to abandon whatever it is and start kissing you in the middle of the kitchen if you do. And that's how you guys have burned dinner on more than one occasion <3

Danny

Words of affirmation and quality time.

C'mon, he rattles off pet names and praises like he was born for it. This guy loves his words. Even after you two get together, he takes every opportunity to talk you up and flirt with you- you could be five years into your relationship and he'd still put in maximum effort to get you to go on dates with him. A good deal of his charm comes from his words, and although the things he says might seem a bit too smooth and rehearsed, you can tell he's not just saying things for the hell of it. He hangs on your every word when he's flirting with you, wanting to see if you like what he's doing or if he should change something up- and he doesn't act like this with anyone else. Once he has his sights set on someone romantically, they've got his full attention, and they and they alone are subjected to all his cheesy pickup lines and tooth aching flattery. Even outside of his flirting, he's very sweet and open with what he thinks about you, so there's nothing to stop him from giving you compliments and praise on the day-to-day, whether it's about how you look, things he likes about your personality/how your mind works/how you interact with him and the others, he's almost always got a kind word to say about you. He will run his mouth nonstop if you let him.

He also finds the time he spends with you very important, especially when it's just the two of you (he loves the boys, but sometimes he just wants quality time with his partner). He loves seeing you come home in the evening and being able to ask you about your day, or when the two of you can sit on the couch together and just unwind in each others' company. He also really appreciates physical affection during moments like this, either getting to trace patterns on your hand or play with your hair. He'd spend the whole night awake if it meant you were laying on his lap and telling him about your day while he ran and hand through your hair and listened to you for hours.

Mickey

Quality time, physical touch, and gift giving.

The thing about Mick is that he almost always wants to be in your space. If you have a bubble and need moments where he isn't right next to you all the time, please tell him and you can work it out, because otherwise he'll practically be in your lap at any given opportunity. He just loves getting to hang out with you and be physically close to you while he does. If you guys are spending some time alone in the apartment (gossiping, eating, almost killing each other over video games) and he gets to lay in your lap, wrap himself around you, or even just hold your arm or hand, he's completely satisfied. It's a routine that makes him feel very safe and loved, and any reassurance that you love him + want to be with him is best given in this form. He appreciates being told both those things, but to him, actions speak louder than words. Especially when he's so used to people saying one thing and doing the opposite- he likes that you can prove you actually want to be with him by...being with him. Yeah, he has pretty low standards sometimes.

Another thing that'll come up throughout your relationship is gift giving. While he isn't a fan of the standard model of this (he doesn't like receiving fancy or expensive gifts, and he isn't likely to give them unless it's something he's stolen), he really, really enjoys finding knick knacks around the Hidden City and bringing them back to you because he thought of you when he saw them. These are always things that have no real value: a figurine of a character you like that he got from the dump, a piece of glass in your favorite color, a cool rock, etc. But they all came about by him actively thinking of you and remembering things you told him about yourself, so they're very sweet! He always has the biggest grin on his face when he hands them over to you, so if you like them, it'll make him even happier. And if you ever want to return the favor by scavenging for something worthless but extremely personal for him, he'll keep it forever and won't let anyone touch it (not even you. He trusts no one but himself with it. That's his prized possession).

[bunnis-monsters]

Your puppy girl

Fem!Werewolf x Fem!Reader

a/n: Patreon and kofi got to read this nearly 2 months early! This was a commission ^^

warnings: somno, pet play, pussy eating, fingering, panty stealing

WC: 5k+

In the dead of winter, the outside world looked more and more like a blank canvas ready to be painted upon each day that passed.

You have always enjoyed this time of year. Although the cold may bring unpleasant feelings and sickness, it could bring community and so much warmth as well.

People banded together when snow began to fall, offering shelter and food to those in need.

You were no different.

It had been a normal day, with the usual drama at work and a busy ride home. All you wanted was some peace and quiet in the sanctity of your cozy apartment… unfortunately, many things would happen that changed your life forever.

If only you had people to spend such a lonely and isolating winter with.

You spent most days alone. No significant other, no hobbies that made life worth living. If you were being honest with yourself, you were just living day to day, hoping to find something that gave you the strength to keep going.

For now, though, you would work, eat, sleep, and do the same thing the next day. No friends, no close friends…

Just you.

The sun was finally setting, and you stared out at the orange and red hues as they danced across the sky. Never before had you seen such a beautiful sunset.

It wasn’t like you to linger by the steps of your apartment for very long after you returned home. Usually, you were quick to get inside so you could take off your heavy winter coat and relax by the fire.

However you stopped to stare at that beautiful sunset, just long enough for some strange events to be set into motion.

While staring out into the sky, you heard something from the woods nearby. It sounded like someone, or well, something crying out to any nearby people for help.

Your first thought was an animal had fallen into the pond out in the woods and gotten itself hurt. It wasn’t uncommon, but something made you doubt that theory.

“Could be a wounded animal… or someone in need of help.”

Either way, you weren’t going to wait around while the owner of that voice was in the freezing cold, possibly hurt and scared.

You could remember what that was like. There had been times in the past when you were left all alone, abandoned in your time of need.

It wasn’t right to stand by while others suffered.

The path into the woods was slick with ice and snow, and you had to hold onto a nearby tree when you slipped and almost fell on your ass. You really weren’t wearing the correct shoes to be trudging through the slurry of icy mud and snow but there wasn’t time for a change of clothes and foot apparel,

The cries grew louder the further you trekked. As you passed the undisturbed pond, you were relieved to know no one had fallen into it. You weren’t sure if you would have been able to help someone if they had.

By the time you reached what was making the noise, the volume of its cries had risen so high that you could hardly heat anything else.

What seemed to be a medium sized dog was laying on the ground on its side, howling and barking before letting out those familiar heart wrenching cries.

Its fur was dark brown, almost black, but with the little light that remained you could see its true color.

“Hey…”

The dog went quiet when you spoke. With its ears perked up, you could tell it was on high alert.

“Are you hurt, little one?”

You crouched down, examining its pelt. There seemed to be no obvious injuries besides its leg being a bit… off looking. “Must of sprained your ankle… with how slippery these paths are, I can understand how.”

Usually, a stray or wild dog wouldn’t let you touch it, but this one didn’t seem to mind when you hoisted it up and walked on your way home. “You’re a big and fluffy thing, aren’t you?”

It was bigger than usual, and you made sure to walk slow and steady through the icy woods. Tripping and falling onto this already scared and injured animal wouldn’t turn out well for either of you.

The first thing you did when you got home was try off their fur. Placing it in front of a heater, you rubbed the towel over its pelt, watching as it closed its eyes in contentment while warm air flowed towards its face.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

The more this dog relaxed in your presence, the more you figured it was someone’s pet. Why else would it be so calm while injured?

After it was warm and dry, you ran your fingers through its fur, thoroughly examining each part of its body to make sure there were no other wounds.

There were a few scratches and cuts, but each one was either old or already healing up. The sprained ankle was what you were most worried about.

As you began examining the bruised and swollen ankle, the fog sniffed at your shoulder and neck, giving your cheek a lick. You smiled down at it, scratching behind its ear. “I bet you have an owner, hmm? You’re a sweet pup.”

Its tail wagged at your words, that seemed to make it happy.

“Isn’t that better?” you cooed, looking down at its bandaged foot. The dog stood and took a few cautious steps. When it realized it could walk slowly without much pain, it barked and wagged its tail before sniffing you again.

“I’ll have to take you to the shelter tomorrow… your owner is probably worried sick.”

You would have done so that night, but carrying a heavy dog home and working a full day had you exhausted. Besides, what animal shelter would be open past 8 pm?

You got to work making yourself some dinner, feeding the dog some of the food from your plate. Pets weren’t really allowed in your complex and any strays were chased off by your landlord, so you didn’t keep any dog food on you.

It gobbled up anything you gave it, sitting by your side as you ate at the kitchen table. A slobbery pink tongue lapped at your hand, licking up any leftover bits of food.

“Hey, ew!” you giggled out, wiping your hand on your jeans. “Sorry, I know you must be hungry. I have some ham in the fridge…”

As it ate some leftover ham, you went to shower.

~

Walking around with only a towel, you lifted an eyebrow when you noticed the dog was gone. Hoping it hadn’t run to some corner of your apartment to take a piss and ruin your deposit, you began to look for it.

“C’mere, pup…” you called out, glancing behind your couch. “I got some more ham, c’mon. I gotta take you outside to use the bathroom before I go to bed.”

When you couldn’t find it in the living room, bathroom, or even the storage closet, you turned towards your room. The door was cracked open, when you remembered closing it that morning.

For some reason, you felt… uneasy. There was this primal fear that there were predatory eyes on you, and the hair on your beck was standing on end.

“Hello..?”

You flicked on the light to your bedroom, immediately spotting a lump in your plush comforter. Your shoulders relaxed and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding.

“Ah, this is where you went… you have to get off of my bed. I haven’t given you a bath and you could have fleas or-“

The words died in your throat as you yanked off the comforter.

Instead of the ball of fluff you had been expecting to see, your eyes were met with a woman around your age, curled up in your bed.

She stared up at you with wild, yellow eyes, a pair of dog ears on top of her head perking up.

The woman was completely nude, blinking in shock before skittering back. Her back pressed against your headboard, and you stared back with your jaw agape.

It took you both a moment to process what was going on.

Should you scream? Was this a fight or flight situation?

Surprisingly, you were way calmer than you thought you would have been in a situation like this. For god’s sake, there was a naked woman in your bed and you sure as hell hadn’t scheduled a booty call!

“Don’t… be upset.”

The woman’s voice was deep, almost soothing. Her yellow eyes flicked up to meet yours, and she slowly pulled her leg out from under the blanket.

Bandages covered her ankle… this was-

“Oh my god.”

The dog ears, they weren’t some kind of accessory. No… they were real, and so was that tail you could see wagging nervously.

“I’m not human… that’s obvious. I will explain, I swear…” the woman sighed, the dark bags under her eyes crinkling slightly. “But I’m so tired, and the winter this year is harsh. Please… could I stay the night? I’ll tell you all you want to know in the morning…”

You stood there, contemplating your choices. While you were still flabbergasted at the situation you had gotten yourself into, you were able to slowly steady your racing heart.

The situation has not truly changed all that much. There was a being that needed your help, and you had brought that dog home knowing it could bite you or spread disease.

Could you not give an at least partial human being the same courtesy you gave an animal? It would be… inhumane to kick her out into the cold while she was injured and naked, especially when it was pitch black outside.

“… go to the living room, I’ll bring you a change of clothes.”

The woman darted past you with a swiftness that wouldn’t come easy to a human being of a similar stature. She really wasn’t human, but you weren’t quite sure what “non-human” was.

As you gathered an oversized shirt and some pajama pants that would be bagger on her lean frame, you pondered what exactly your next step should be.

When morning would come, what would you do?

Your original plan had been to take the dog to the shelter. It wasn’t feasible for you to take care of an animal while you were living in a tiny apartment.

This was different, though. The shelter wouldn’t accept her, of course not, but you weren’t sure if a human shelter would accept her either.

“Thank you…” she said softly, looking up through her thick eyelashes. When you paid more attention, you noticed how pretty she was. Yellow eyes that shone in the dim light of your living room, soft looking black hair, and a nice figure…

“It’s no problem. We’ll talk in the morning, alright? Get some sleep.”

You locked your door that night. Despite being kind enough to let a stranger into your home, your big heart didn’t make you stupid.

After you were sound asleep, the woman stood, her cheeks flushed a dark pink. There was a smell that had her body trembling with need, and she had been struggling to contain her lust all night.

She snuck into the bathroom, searching around silently until she found the source of that smell that drove her crazy.

A pair of lacy panties, the crotch slightly damp. She could remember you emitting a smell of arousal earlier when you were on your phone, and she was incredibly curious.

What had gotten you this worked up?

She lifted the pair to her nose, taking an intense whiff before letting out a shuddering moan. Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as the heavenly scent filled her nostrils.

It was a bit embarrassing, but she slowly poked out her tongue to lick the damp spot, immediately growing wet at your taste.

You had been so kind to her, for no reason at all. When most people and werewolves alike would have swiftly abandoned an injured pup like her, you instead let her into her home.

Not only did you care for her wounds, but you fed and even clothed her.

She was just smitten.

Her hand moved to her now clothed cunt. She felt a bit guilty getting the pajamas you gave her dirty, but she couldn’t help but touch herself through the fabric.

“Mmph…”

The sound of her tail wagging and thumping against the floor could be heard by the downstairs neighbors. She was too busy getting off to the thought of devouring your pretty pussy to notice…

~

In the morning, you called in sick to work. It just wouldn’t be possible for you to leave this… person in your house while you were gone.

“Alright, you promised you’d explain,” you said, placing a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of her. “Get to talking.”

You waited patiently as she wolfed down the breakfast you had prepared for her. She seemed even hungrier than she had been the night before, if it was possible.

“So… I’m a werewolf.”

Well, that wasn’t a huge shock. The revelation made relative sense, she could turn into a dog-like creature after all.

“I thought werewolves were like… big, hairy monsters. You turn into a medium sized dog.”

The woman huffed at that, waving her fork. “Well sorry, but over time werewolves have bred with basic humans and our transformations have become weaker each generation. Only a selective few can muster a full transformation, and they’re usually from families that do… the whole inbreeding thing.”

You rubbed your temple. Learning about werewolves at all wasn’t something you were super interested in, and now she was giving you more info than you needed.

“Alright, alright. You’re a werewolf. What about your living situation?”

The mood changed, the woman’s eyes becoming a bit dark and distant as she looked away.

“… even for my generation, my transformation is weak. I was kicked out of my pack when I came of age, and I’ve been pretty much winging it ever since.”

It was quiet for a moment. The situation she was in reminded you of many stories you heard from other people. Fresh adults being kicked out for being different, it was a tale as old as time.

“I see…”

Something clicked in your mind as you watched the way she curled up on your couch, her knees pressing against her chest.

“You don’t have anywhere to stay?”

With a nod, she took another bite of the second you heaped onto her plate. “Nope…”

You hoped you wouldn’t regret what you were about to say.

“This winter has been pretty harsh so far… alright. At least until winter is over, you can stay here.”

Maybe with another person living with you, even for just a while, you’d be less lonely during the most depressing season of the year.

She perked up, her tail beginning to wag as her eyes brightened. “You mean it? I can-“

“You’ll be paying for your own rent and food, of course.”

This made her pout a little, which you found strangely cute. “Of course… I can hunt for my own food. We can discuss rent after a shower, I’m sure I don’t smell very pleasant.”

She wasn’t wrong.

~

You curled up in bed after a long day. After taking her to buy some clothes and essentials, she handed over a wad of cash to be used for rent. It seemed she had enough money to keep herself afloat…

Renting wasn’t easy though, and you could understand why. Hiding her nature proved difficult. She was kicked out of several places for having a pet she wasn’t supposed to… but the werewolf was the very dog they accused her of having.

You turned on your side, rubbing your tired eyes. Work was a must, and you refused to miss another day.

Once you drifted off and your breathing evened out, your door creaked open.

A pair of yellow eyes peeked into your room, the soft swishing sound of her tail wagging mixing with the soft hum of your heater.

Like a true predator of the night, she snuck closer. It was easy to climb into your bed without your noticing. You were a heavy sleeper, and she was stealthy.

Her eyes settled on your breasts, your pretty nipples poking your thin shirt. The air was a bit chilly, she had noticed that when she walked in.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up…’

You were her savior, and all she wanted to do was repay you!

And maybe she was a little horny too…

Her fingers toyed with your nipples through your shirt as her knee rubbed against your clothed cunt.

She gave your breasts a squeeze, her wolf ears twitching when you whined in your sleep. ‘Ahh, so cute…’

After she gave you a nuzzle with her nose, she peppered kisses along your neck and chest, licking your exposed skin.

Taking off your shirt without waking you wasn’t easy, but she was fast and good at reading your body language.

Her lips wrapped around one of your nipples, and she began lightly humping your leg as she suckled gently. Your panties were getting wet, and the way she was toying with your clit through the damp fabric wasn’t helping things.

That pretty pussy of yours was oozing with arousal, and she abandoned your breasts immediately. Her eyes locked onto your panties, and she pulled them back just enough to get a good look at you.

From your puffy lips to your cute, throbbing clit, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Already, drool fell down her chin and she couldn’t help but give you a little lick.

You tasted like Heaven, and she was addicted.

Soon her tongue was buried in your pussy, her hands keeping your thighs apart. You squirmed and whined in your sleep, and she had to pull away before you came.

Even with her skill, she was surprised you hadn’t woken up yet. Now she knew how much she could get away with before you were stirred from sleep…

After she dressed you again, the werewolf girl left your room, yearning for more.

How could she please you next?

~

For the next week or so, you became well acquainted with your new puppy.

Most of the time, she acted more like a dog than a human. When you got home from work, she’d jump up from wherever she’d been sitting and run to the door, sniffing and nuzzling against you.

You figured it was just a thing werewolves did, and didn’t question how quickly she had bonded with you.

More often than not you’d spot her making some sort of nest out of your blanket and clothes, all curled up and happy. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, per say, but you wished she wouldn’t get your blankets and clothes all filthy with dirt and some kind of sticky substance.

Was she eating something gooey while bundled up..? It smelled… musky…

You scratched her head, letting out a sigh as she carried around your hoodie. “It’s the middle of winter now. You don’t have any warm clothes, do you?”

She thought for a moment before shaking her head. “No, not really. It’s been hard finding work because I have nothing to wear.”

You rubbed your temple. “I have my day off tomorrow… I was going to pig out on snacks and sleep in, but I guess we’ll go shopping instead.”

She didn’t seem to sense your annoyance, and only gave your hand a happy lick before climbing into your lap.

That was normal, right? Her licking your face, curling up in your lap, and nibbling on your neck and ears was just… common werewolf behavior, wasn’t it?

In the morning, she bundled up in one of your coats and followed after you as the two of you walked along the icy sidewalks. Snow fell lazily, covering the hood of your jacket.

“I’ve never been shopping before.”

You glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. “Where did you get your clothes from, then?”

Her eyes hardened, and she opened the first shop door with a huff. “When I was in my pack, we stayed in our wolf forms. No need for clothes… and when I was kicked out, I stole and looked through dumpsters.”

Your heart clenched in your chest. It hurt knowing such a friendly girl had been thrown out for not meeting the pack’s standards.

“Well, shopping is pretty fun. C’mon.”

The two of you started off with some casual winter clothes. Long sleeved shirts, pants, and lots of layers. She favored earthy colors like green and brown, but you noticed a few pink and yellow items in her bag.

“Your shoes are worn out, let’s find you a better pair of boots.”

You helped her try on multiple pairs before she settled on some brown boots with fluffy pompoms. “Ahh, these are very warm and sturdy…”

“The pompoms are cute, too. You look good in them.”

Her cheeks flushed pink at your compliment, and her tail thumped around under her skirt. You had to be careful, someone would notice her tail moving.

Before leaving the house, you covered her ears and tail. If someone found out what she was, you’d both be in danger.

“… come on, let’s go to the next store.”

On your way to find her some underwear and bras, she turned towards a pet store. Her eyes were on a picture of a dog on the front window.

“This is a pet store..?” you whispered as she browsed the selection. Despite your words, the werewolf continued to look through the dog treats.

“Guess I’ll leave you to it.”

You walked around the store, only glancing at the shelves for a moment before moving on.

There were Christmas decorations covering the shelves, making you remember that it was only a few days before the holiday.

‘Guess I can get her a little something…’

You peaked into the aisle, watching as she stared at a frilly pink collar, with a bell and ribbon at the front. She picked it up, jingling the bell and letting out an interested “ooo”.

After getting home, you wrapped up the collar and leash with your cheeks warm with embarrassment.

Imagining her with that collar on… made you feel strange.

On Christmas morning, she yawned as you placed a plate of waffles in front of her. She didn’t seem to know about the holiday, so you petted her head before bringing her to the tree.

Over the past month, the two of you had become close and you had come to care for her. She made everything a lot less lonely, and you wanted to repay her.

“This is for you…”

She blinked as you set the present in her lap. Her tail began to wag, and she unwrapped it quickly.

When she pulled out the pink collar, her eyes widened. “You… got this for me?”

Her entire face was red, and her tail thumped against the floor so hard it looked like it hurt.

“I just wanted to thank you. It’s been nice having someone around for a change…”

You weren’t good at this. It had been several years since you last have someone a gift, and never before had you gifted a collar and leash.

She stared down at the collar for a moment before she pickled the clasp atound her neck, her yellow eyes looking up at you.

“I love it… but I didn’t get you anything…”

For a moment she seemed guilty, her wolf ears flattening against her head. This didn’t last for long.

Her eyes sparkled when she had an idea. Suddenly, her leash was in your hand, and she sat at your feet like an obedient puppy as she pawed at your pajama pants.

“W-what are you doing?” you stuttered out, yelping when she pulled down your pants and buried her face into your clothed cunt.

“This is your present…”

She licked you through your panties, letting out a happy yip when she tasted your arousal. It was her favorite!

“B-but..!”

You groaned, your hand grabbing a fistful of her hair. It felt too good, her tongue was long and a bit rough. You could feel it, even through your thick cotton panties.

“You always like it when I lick here…” she said with a sigh, looking up at you dreamily. “Nearly wakes you up sometimes…”

It took you a few seconds to process the implication behind her words. “You do this when I’m sleeping?!”

She nodded, nuzzling her nose against your panties. “Of course! I have to make my mate happy and relaxed!”

Her… mate?

It was clear that werewolves had a different idea of what was and wasn’t allowed. Still, you huffed and pulled her closer, pulling your panties to the side.

“If this is a gift, then do it right, pup.”

You tugged on her leash, and she complied immediately.

Her tongue lapped at your folds, as if testing the waters. When she wasn’t fast enough, you have her leash another tug. “C’mon, don’t act shy now. You’ve been eating my pussy for a month while I sleep, now get in there.”

She whined a bit, her cheeks red when she latched onto your clit. It throbbed in her mouth, and she suckled gently while her pants clutched your soft thighs.

She moved her mouth to your hole, lapping at it before pushing her tongue in. Your pussy was dripping, and she licked up every single drop.

“Use your fingers too, pup…”

Tentatively, she pushed a finger into you, moving it in and out. When you let out a satisfied moan, her tail began to pick up speed. “Like this?”

“Mhm… such a good girl…”

You cupped her cheek, watching her eat you out. Her cute, pink tongue moved out your clit as she inserted another finger, stretching you out a bit.

“Mmm… lay down for me, okay?”

Like the obedient puppy she was, she immediately laid on her back. Her fluffy tail was tucked between her legs, a sign of submission.

“Lemme see…”

You moved her tail out of the way, smirking at how wet she had gotten. “All this from tasting my pussy? Such a naughty girl…”

Your thumb brushed against her clit, and her back arched up. She was so desperate and sensitive, her tongue poking out as she panted heavily.

“Patience…”

You hooked her leash onto the couch, offering her your pussy as you moved to eat out hers. 69ing had being something you had only seen in porn, and you were excited to try.

Instantly she was drawn to your pushy, devouring it like a mindless beast. You moved your hips, riding her face a bit before you leaned down to get your first taste of her.

She almost tasted sweet, and you were quick to bury your tongue into her cunt. The little noises she made while you explored her with your tongue and fingers were adorable, and you held down her hips every time she tried to buck them into your mouth.

“Easy, pup. Keep doing that and I’ll stop.”

It was so hard to control herself, so she took out her frustration on your cunt. She sucked on your fat pussy lips, ignoring your engorged clit. It seemed like she was being a bit of a brat.

You’d have to fix that.

With a yank of her collar, you cooed and guided her mouth back to your clit. “Right there, puppy. Such a silly girl, don’t even know where to make me feel good do you? You wouldn’t do that on purpose, you’re supposed to be my sweet puppy.”

She blushed, and obediently went back to suckling on your clit. One hand stayed at your cunt, pumping her fingers in and out, while the other one held onto your plump ass.

“That’s my girl…”

To reward her good behavior, you added another finger, stretching out her hole. “See what good puppies get? They get their cunt stretched out.”

“I-I’m a good puppy! Promise!” she babbled around your clit, suckling harder. “I wanna make you feel good…”

You smiled, giving her clit another lick before latching on. You could feel her body trembling beneath you, and orgasm incoming. She was so close, and since she was being a good pup you decided to let her cum.

As she came, you started to ride her face clit brushing against her nose. She was in a daze, completely absorbed in your pussy and scent.

The only thing she could think about was how happy she was when you came in her mouth.

Once the two of you were thoroughly satisfied, you held her limp body in your lap. You squeezed her tits with one hand, the other rubbing circles into her overstimulated clit.

“Who’s my good puppy?”

She whimpered, keeping her legs open for you.

“Me…”

After this, the two of you decided it was best if she simply continued to live with you. After all, you were lonely and she had nowhere else to go. It was a win-win!

Every morning you woke up to her licking your cunt through your panties, ready to start the day by pleasing her mate. She was basically attached to your cunt, always wanting to be between your legs.

When you left, she missed you so much that she’d chew on your panties when you were gone, rubbing the clothing item between her legs and cumming all over them.

Of course, you didn’t mind at all. You had grown fond of her, and the two of you became a thing.

As she held your hand while walking to a restaurant for dinner, her pink collar jingled and you couldn’t help but tug a bit on her leash to hear that sweet sound again.

Your sweet pup was as happy as could be, and you were as well.

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Breeding Habits of the Common Mothman

Kinktober Day 4: Oviposition

Mothman Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, oviposition, stalking, kidnapping, non-human genitals, general yandere behavior, sweet delusional yandere

Word Count: 526

(This wasn't beta read and I kinda rushed, sorry for any mistakes and hope you enjoy it!)

On your back with your legs resting on his fuzzy shoulders. Large red eyes staring hungrily into your fearful ones. Pleasure started to overtake the initial panic as his cock plowed you with lewd squelching noises for the whole forest to hear.

How did you find yourself in this situation? 

You were a park ranger. Your duties centered around keeping the forest safe. Mostly, this meant picking up litter, monitoring wildlife, preventing poaching, and a lot of keeping drunk fools from hurting themselves or lighting the forest ablaze.

It also meant being spied on by the mothmen. One in particular became fascinated with you, their leader.

He found himself spending most of his days watching you care for the forest, tending to it so diligently, defending it, and the creatures it housed. Fascination turned into obsession. You felt like something was watching you but dismissed it. There were plenty of animals in the woods. 

The mothman began fantasizing more and more about you having a belly fully of his eggs. He could no longer control himself. His dreams had to be a reality!

He was positive you would respond positively to him. Who would not want to have a nice big mate to protect them? He could help you protect the forest so you would have time to rest and breed lots and lots!

And that's how you ended up whisked away, taken into the pocket dimension of the mothmen. 

You kicked and screamed, but he didn't let go. He trilled and cooed to calm you as best he could. His poor mate was scared. 

He sat you down in his hovel, a hut made of silk, moss, mud, and branches. You were still scared, so he showed you his huge cock. He was very proud of it. Surely, seeing his wonderfully large mating tool would show that he was not a threat and merely intended to breed with you! What mate wouldn't be excited to have such a nice cock inside of them?

It seemed to just frighten you more, though. Did you not know what it was for? He supposed it looked different from a human's. Much larger, slimy, tapered, and normally sheathed. Or maybe you had never mated before and were nervous.

Either way, it was okay. He would show his darling human what it was for. You tried resisting him, your hands pressing against the soft, thick fur covering his hard abs. 

The mothman definitely showed you what it was for.

He cooed and trilled and hummed, praising you for taking his cock so well. Your toes curled, and eyes rolled back into your head as he slowly bred you over and over and over. Each of his orgasms deposited more and more of his eggs deeply into you.

You were such a perfect incubator! A nice, warm place for his eggs to hatch. With your caring and protective nature regarding nature, he was sure you would make an amazing parent. 

You seemed to enjoy his cock so much he let you fall asleep while warming it for him. He nuzzled, cuddled, and willed you to have sweet dreams as you rested. 

[melloeyed]

Gaslight District X Mom!Reader Headcanons

(Reader is Butcher Ken’s wife and Mel and Breadhead’s Mama.)

• Being the wife of a mafia boss while being the mother of a human and a yeast golem is pure insanity, but when it comes to the love for your family, there’s nothing you cannot handle.

• You mostly spend your days tending to The Whale Belly Butchershop while Ken and Mud are on their missions with the kids, but it’s not unheard of for you to join them.

• Mel would always be the first person to bounce into your arms after a successful killing mission, rambling about how awesome the trip was and how she helped the gang. She would always love hearing your words of praise after putting up with Ken’s endless bickering for her safety.

“…and then I used the chainsaw! Pretty cool, huh, mom?”

“Oh-ho-ho! I wish I was there to see it, sweetie!”

• You would always quickly tend to Mel whenever she was injured after a mission.

• Like Ken, you were severely worried about your daughter’s safety, considering how you and your husband are the only people who know she’s a human. Though, unlike him, you’re not as overprotective.

• And Mel absolutely loves you for that. She would often use you as leverage for winning arguments with her dad when it comes to her safety.

“Mel, I always told you not to-!”

“Oh, c’mon, Ken! You never let me go outside on my own! Mom always lets me!”

“DON’T BRING YOUR MOTHER INTO THIS!”

• Breadhead is a total mama’s boy and will always look forward to at least spending time with you every single day. The silly bread man just loves your guts. You’ve been nothing but sweet to him since he was a bun in the oven and he’s always willing to return the love.

• Anything his mama says, he’ll do it. Do chores at work, he’ll do it. Bring a souvenir from one of the missions, he’ll do it. Cement the man that insulted your cooking, he’ll do it.

• Just like how Mel wants Ken to be proud of her, Breadhead can’t get enough of you being proud of him.

• There was a time when you joined the Smiling Dead on a mission and Breadhead was bubbling with excitement. He was twice as excited to fight with his mama and often turned to you for praise after brutally mutilating a random Rotling.

“Mama, did you see that? Did you see what I did?”

“Of course, honey bun. Mama’s so proud!”

“Heh heh! Mama’s proud of me!”

• Even though you don’t join missions, you’re just as insane and demented as the rest of the crew. Though you do a better job at hiding it than the others. Ken and Mud find you fun to be around because of this.

• Your kids would be busy ripping apart their latest victim and you would be just watching them, unfazed with a calm yet proud smile, completely splattered in the victims purple blood.

• Ken would always plan date nights with you whenever your schedule was open. Slow dancing in the closed butcher shop with soft music in the background was always his go-to for a romantic night.

• You and Ken were the undead Bonnie and Clyde of the town, but better. You, Ken, and Mud were the only members of the Smiling Gang before Mel and Breadhead were born.

• Mud would often reminisce those days. He would always bring up how he missed those good old times when it was just you three and how much more exciting and crazier the missions were back in the day.

“Ah, Mel. You should’ve seen (Y/N) back then when she was in the crew! She was one crazy bitch!”

“Watch it, Mud! But yes, I quite was…”

• Mud often tends to steal your things just to rile you up. He knows that pissing you off is like playing with fire, but hey, what’s more fun than bickering with his sister-in-law?

• Being the wife of a mafia don always has its perks. Ken never stops spoiling you after making a good amount of scarab from work. Dresses, jewelry, custom-made knives, he always knew what you wanted.

• He happily remembered how you squealed with joy and covered his face with kisses after he gave you a torture rack as a gift on your 4th anniversary together.

• And just like Ken, you know how to spoil him too. Cooking his favorite meals, gifting him a new car and weapons, giving him a divine massage after a long and hard day of work, and always being there for him when he needs a hand.

• Ken feels like the luckiest man on earth whenever you have his back. He always tends to solve his own problems when it comes to crooks that try to mess with his family, but when his wife does it for him? He has hearts in his eyes for you.

• There was a time when a random creepy guy tried to grope Mel in the butcher shop. Before Ken could skin the fool, the creep was already bleeding on the ground, shrieking for mercy from you. But his pleas fell upon deaf ears.

• The other residents of the shop nearly pissed icicles from the smiling death stare you gave to the creep while slowly torturing him. Your calm threats to him didn’t make it better either. While Mel watched you slowly eviscerate the creep in excitement, Ken swooned at the sight of his beautiful wife defending their daughter.

“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! I WON’T DO IT AGAIN!”

“…If you ever try to touch my baby girl that way again…I’ll tear out your spine through your dickhole and mulch your shit body into steaming mush…repeatedly and SLOWLY…”

• And yeah. That turns Ken on.

“Uh, dad? Why are you looking at mom like that?”

“Oh, Mel…your mother sure knows how to disturb the peace…in my pants…”

“AUGH! GROSS! TMI, DAD!”

[pukefactory]

︶꒦꒷ NOCTURNE COLLECTION ꒷꒦︶

ྐ✚ Summary: A Compilation of Headcanons Featuring Ken The Butcher X Reader

ྐ✚ Character(s): Ken The Butcher (The Gaslight District)

ྐ✚ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

ྐ✚ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

ྐ✚ Image Credits: @MemuroPage on Pinterest

꒷꒦ You met Ken the same way most people meet death—with a sharp hook around the ankle and the smell of blood in your throat. You weren’t supposed to be in the Whale Belly. You got lost. Or maybe something worse brought you there. But instead of slicing you open like a slab of meat, Ken squinted at your face, muttered something about “wrong time, wrong place,” and offered you a job as a server. With one condition: “You breathe a word to anyone, and I’ll use your ribs for soup stock.” You think that was his way of being sweet.

꒷꒦ Ken doesn’t do affection. He does inspection. He yells at you for not wearing gloves. Yells at you for talking to Mud. Yells at you when you slice onions wrong. “What’re you doin’, lettin’ yourself bleed like that? What if the virtues sniff it out, huh? You tryin’ to die?!” You never realized love could look like a hulking butcher shoving gauze against your palm with shaking hands. Like a man who screams because he doesn’t know how to cry.

꒷꒦ The moment he realizes he’s in love with you, he panics. He tears apart a whole freezer full of pork trying to cool down. What the hell is he supposed to do with this? You—this soft, living thing—liking him? Choosing him? That’s not normal. That’s not safe. So he does the only thing he knows how to: “Stay in the back. Don’t talk to nobody. Don’t look at Mud. Don’t breathe unless I say so.”…And when you do all that anyway, just to stay near him, he nearly bursts a vein.

꒷꒦ He takes “overprotective” to mythic levels. You tripped once and got scraped up. Within the hour, Ken had six gangsters lined up with broken kneecaps, screaming, “WHICH ONE OF YOU PUT A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK?!” It was a pebble. Doesn’t matter. They’re still cemented to this day.

꒷꒦ He can’t bear to let you out of his sight, so he makes you a butcher’s apprentice. Now you’re stuck in the Whale Belly, learning how to clean knives while Ken critiques your slicing technique with the intensity of a drill sergeant. “No, no, you’re butcherin’ the cut wrong! And not in the good way! Look—like this, you see? Precise. Surgical. Delicate, like open-heart murder.” You can’t tell if he’s flirting or teaching, but either way, you’re sweating.

꒷꒦ When he thinks about the future, he sees red. Not in the angry way. In the wedding veil soaked in blood kind of way. He doesn’t think he deserves a happy ending, but sometimes he imagines one: you in some nice white piece (with a Kevlar vest underneath), him walking you down the aisle (or slaughterhouse hallway), Breadhead officiating. “I’m just sayin’, … if this dump ever goes quiet, and Mel don’t hate my guts, and I ain’t dead yet… maybe we find a chapel. Or a ditch. You pick.”

꒷꒦ He makes you breakfast every morning: eggs (not human), toast (slightly charred), and coffee so bitter it feels like chewing sin. He won’t let anyone else near your food. “You want cyanide in your pancakes? No? Then you eat what I cook.” You tell him it’s perfect every time. He grumbles. But he starts setting the table for two anyway.

꒷꒦ Ken doesn’t trust easily, but he gives you the key to the back freezer. No one has that key. Not even Breadhead. It’s where he keeps the real things. The sacred things. The broken things that still hurt. You found an old photo once—of a baby with a familiar curl in her hair, held by someone Ken tore out of the frame. He saw you holding it and went silent for the whole night. Next morning, he gave you a necklace made from a butcher’s hook. “Wear it. If the virtues come for you… you’ll swing before they do.”

꒷꒦ He doesn’t say “I love you.” He says “Don’t die.” He says it a lot. After arguments. Before raids. When you go to sleep. “Don’t die on me. Not before I do. Not before I finish what I started.” You don’t say anything back. You just hold his hand—scarred, raw, shaking—and hope it says enough.

꒷꒦ If anyone ever hurt you, there wouldn’t be a second time. There wouldn’t be a first time, not really—just a blip before Ken’s rage blotted out the sun. He’s not subtle. He doesn’t bluff. If someone touched a hair on your head, he’d go full monologue: “You touched somethin’ that didn’t belong to you. And now, I’m gonna peel you like garlic and use your spine as a meat skewer.” You asked once if he’d really go that far. He didn’t answer. Just wiped his hands, kissed your knuckles, and muttered, “Only if I’m feelin’ merciful.”

[shrimpswritingblog]

On me hands and knees may I request general romance hcs with Mud x reader? Maybe what he's like when he's whoops in way too deep and realises? Thank you omg

۶ৎ Mud x GN!Reader General Romance HCs

《 A/N: YESS I GOT YOU ANON!! THE CROWD GOES WILD 🗣‼️‼️ I'm IN LOVE with this guy I can't even lie, this prompt is cute asf <33 Ty for requesting! 》

───────────── ۶ৎ ────────────── “Ah, shit."

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☠︎︎ He realizes he's in love with you when he catches himself stealing trinkets, not for himself, but because he thought 'Y/N might like this.'

☠︎︎ The realization hits him like bullet to the neck!

☠︎︎ He'd try to deny it at first, telling himself that you're just another ‘scheme’ he's working on.

☠︎︎ What scheme you may ask?

☠︎︎ Uh…

☠︎︎ "Just gettin' close to earn their trust... that's all." He lies murmurs to himself under his breath.

☠︎︎ Sure.

☠︎︎ You'd notice him watching you from across the butchershop, quickly averting his eyes whenever you catch him staring.

☠︎︎ Despite his decaying appearance, Mud becomes oddly self-conscious around you when he’s fallen deep!

☠︎︎ He’s adjusting his fedora, straightening his tie and even making sure the melting skin on his face looks ‘presentable’.

☠︎︎ Ken can read his brother like a book, he often catches him staring at you when he thinks you aren’t looking.

☠︎︎ "Me? In love?! With Y/N?! HAHAHA! That's rich!” He throws his head back as he cackles fakely. After he’s done ‘laughing’, he’ll probably beat on his chest to clear his throat.

☠︎︎ Ken just rolls his eyes and gets back to work.

☠︎︎ There’s definitely been instances where he asks Ken to cement a person who’s been harassing you around town under the guise of them being an awful person (which they are) similar to how Ken avoided telling Mud why they were trying to hunt Jack.

☠︎︎ When you ask him directly why he's been acting…strange, he'd respond with something like: “Strange? Me? I ain't strange, doll! I'm the most normal rotling in this whole district. It's YOU who's been actin' funny!”

☠︎︎ Watching the light in your eyes sparkle as he hands you a present really warms his heart…wait does he even have one—

☠︎︎ He’ll probably confess with a bouquet of stolen flowers, the ones you once mentioned liking in passing.

☠︎︎ He'd try to impress you with his shooting skills FOR SURE!!

☠︎︎ Despite all these cute gestures, the guy is a BIG flirt and a little shit!

☠︎︎ Since Mud is over 7 feet, the MAN IS TALL and will use it to his advantage!

☠︎︎ And so, he WILL blow smoke in your face lovingly and has the AUDACITY to chuckle to himself as he watches you swat away the fumes from your face

☠︎︎ Plus it doesn’t help that he finds you even more irresistible when you’re mad

☠︎︎ Despite his crass nature, he's surprisingly gentle with you, ONLY in private if course!

☠︎︎ But sometimes he does forget when he’s in front of his (soon to be your) family or flat out doesn’t care, so his sudden tenderness confuses the hell out of the others.

☠︎︎ “GET A ROOM!”

☠︎︎ Speaking of rooms!

☠︎︎ Since the poor fella sleeps on meat hooks in the freezer room, you bought him the mattress he’d been desperately wanting. (The gesture made him fall for you even harder)

☠︎︎ His idea of romance would be teaching you how to shoot/improving your skill if you already know how!

☠︎︎ He starts setting aside some of his stolen goods in a special "Y/N Fund" for your future together.

☠︎︎ He feels so cheesy but he genuinely thinks not being around you is worse than the Inferno itself.

☠︎︎ He’d say cute stuff like that all the time before adding something along the lines of: “Don't you dare tell anyone I said that."

☠︎︎ When you two drift asleep in the same mattress you bought him, he definitely stays awake a little longer to watch you sleep with a content smile on his face before he dozes off.

[yanteetle]

"Please don't let them take me..."

"Come on, you don't wanna see anything bad happen to the poor thing, do ya?"

I decided to try and get back into drawing rottmnt art, and this piece was inspired by @astral--horrorshow and my new watermark was created by @lordfreg (thank you so much btw, I swear I'll start replying to asks once I'm less anxious about them ToT)

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[bunnyvirgo-thechocobunny]

@the-silent-fool requested: could you make a The Smiling dead x (ftm) Reader who is coming out and transitioning to them? Take your time and drink some water

A/N: I was a little confused on what you meant by that in a fanfic way or a headcanon way so I thought I could delete the draft and start over….I didn’t know it would DELETE THE FUCKING ASK IM SO SORRY. 😭😭😭 (if this is the close I could get on what you mean then I’m happy)

༻The Smiling dead fam (separate) x (FTM) Reader༺

(Can be seen as platonic or romantic)

~👑Mel👑~

“So…you’re telling me that you don’t feel like a girl and you were born in the wrong body, so that would make you transgender?”

“I mean yeah…”

“Oh okay so, I already knew that.”

She already knew it when you first met but she wanted to keep it a surprise from yourself since it would be spoilers about yourself is she would like to call it.

Mel’s really happy that you trust her enough to come out, so for a reward for your upmost outstanding courage…she would give you a pat on the back and a big o’ hug

She is more than excited to help you with your transition if you want her to! Help you cut your hair shorter and help you save enough money for your top surgery!

If anyone misgenders you on purpose she would beat the living shit out of them in a heartbeat, just give her the word and she’ll do it!

~🍞Breadhead🍞~

“So uh…yeah I’m trans..!”

“Okay! :D”

“You don’t know what that means do you?”

“Nope!”

Bless Breadhead’s heart. He is very confused but he has the spirit though, he has the spirit and a lot of it too for sure!

Doesn’t understand what transgender is but it seems really personal to you so that means you trust him with something really personal makes him really happy!

He would ask some of his fellow co-workers, Mel or Ken about transgender stuff so he could understand better and respect what you go as

Breadhead is basically the “his pronouns are they/them” meme whenever someone misgenders you and you almost laugh anytime when he tries to correct whoever his misgenders you but fails hilariously

~🚬Mud🚬~

“So I’m a trans man now and…I hope you understand how I feel about this part of my identity.”

“…anything else you want to tell me about?”

“W-wait you’re not gonna…you know…?”

“…just take this bag of scarabs to pay for that top surgery.”

He doesn’t really mind you being trans at all so he gives you scarabs for you to get top surgery and that is the only thing that he’ll do for you.

It looks like he doesn’t care but he’s really glad that you’re this open with him about your gender identity

He would give you some clothing advice here and there like what outfit is too feminine for you and such, but would tell you that the colors don’t really matter so you’re free to choose any color of clothing you like!

Naturally says “hey dumbass that’s a man you’re talking to.” In the most passive aggressive tone and gets up to whoever his misgendering you’s face

~🔪Ken The Butcher🔪~

“So you feel like you were born in the wrong body?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on. I know a guy who can get you the surgery.”

Understands how you feel about yourself and pretty willing to give you much support as you need

Proud of you that you trust him enough to come out and just like unlike Mel with a hug too he’ll give you a pat on the back for your courage but not a hug unfortunately.

But like Mel he’s willing help you with getting the your top surgery need to complete your transition to being a guy if you want him to that is.

Had a sign that said “no insults to staff or allies of Ken The butcher( only Ken the butcher is allowed to insult his staff and allies)” but you said it was a little bit embarrassing for you so he got rid of it, what? Ken’s just trying to look out for any assholes who misgenders you.

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I’m open to any more X reader of the gaslight district cast!!!!!

[cherrywineisawaltz]

Wolverine writers, you are doing such a service but please, please, please please PLEAASSEEE stop making Logan say bub every other sentence and let us think about the CONTEXTTTT in which he uses bub in the movies, it is NOT a cutesy little nickname 😭😭

[breadheads-wife]

I love how much breadhead your wrighting, I don't simp for him but just seeing the amount of bread head x reader made by you makes me happy

Thank you (:

This is my first time writing hcs for a character. I didn't think it would get this popular😅

[orange-imagines]

the mud dogs’ fav places to kiss + be kissed by their partner? 👀

Relationship: Romantic

A/N: My posts are sporadic and unpredictable. I'm playing turn-based combat here

Leonard

To kiss: forehead. He's a sucker for getting to loop his arm around your shoulders and give you a forehead/temple kiss when the two of you are standing or walking together. It's an act of affection he finds very easy and natural, especially because he really likes touching his forehead to yours anyway. Usually to try and communicate something to you that he can't vocalize, as if he can almost push his thoughts out of his head and into yours. Forehead kisses are kind of the same deal, though the message is usually just "I was thinking of you".

To be kissed: jawline. It's just a nice spot for him! Makes him smile every time and puff his chest out a little bit. It gives him a good confidence boost along with the reminder that you're there with him, by his side no matter what. Just hits different for him, y'know?

Danny

To kiss: hands. He loves holding your hands enough as it is, and he finds himself frequently pressing your knuckles to his lips or the side of his mouth without even thinking about it. It's just second nature to him. He's also such a big kisses-your-hand-with-a-bow guy. I've said it before and I'll say it again: he's still trying to woo you even after you get together.

To be kissed: palm/wrist. Similarly, he really likes any affection you give him while holding his hand. Run your thumbs over the pads of his palm before pressing a kiss there, or to his pulse line, and it makes him melt. It's such a sweet and simple thing that he finds really intimate, and he'll never complain about you kissing his knuckles or the top of his hand either. He's a sucker for it.

Mickey

To kiss: dimples. If you have them, he loves them. If you don't, he just loves giving kisses to the sides of your mouth. It's a quick and easy spot that's so almost a full kiss but not quite. And most of the time he isn't even trying to tease you, he just thinks the face you make when he kisses you there is really sweet and he wants to see it more.

To be kissed: cheek/nose. Honestly, anywhere in the middle of his face. Between his eyebrows, above his jaw, on his forehead- he likes it when everything else in his line of sight is replaced by you. He also likes explosions of sporadic kisses all over his face. It makes him laugh and really ups his mood, so by all means, lock him into a scatter of face kisses because he'll really enjoy it.

[honeysmoonn]

normalize the greaser being completely batshit insane because we all know they are