#scream x transmasc reader

[lanawinterscigarettes]

For the ficmas thing, may I request Stu Macher with a transmasc partner who's gift to Stu is letting him body worship them and give them (sloppy/eager) head during sex as a present. Also a bit of breeding kink too as a treat for Stu.

ofc you can! thanks so much for the ficmas request, I love this idea sm <3

Ficmas Day 1: Stu Macher with a transmasc reader who lets him give them eager/sloppy head as a present (includes body worship and a breeding kink)

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, cunnilingus (reader receiving), swearing, body worship, breeding kink/unprotected sex (please wear condoms irl)

"Come on, babe, just tell me what my gift is already!" Stu begged for what seemed like the thousandth time that day, clasping his hands together as he dropped down to his knees in front of you. God, he was always so dramatic. "Please, babe, please, please, pl-"

"You say please one more time and you're not getting anything until New Year's," you warned in a threatening tone, something that got him to shut up pretty quickly.

His family was going away on some type of trip during the holidays, so you'd agreed to exchange gifts with each other early. He'd already given yours to you, but you'd been holding off on returning the favor, wanting to have him begging for it first, which is certainly what he did.

"Babe-" He began before you cut him off with a stern look.

"I'm going to let you eat me out, and then afterwards you can breed me all you want," you said after a moment or so as you finally revealed your gift to him.

The second you said that, his jaw dropped, his face splitting into a wide grin mere moments later. "Oh, baby, that's the best gift a guy could ever ask for," he excitedly replied as he stared up at you from the spot where he was still kneeling on the floor.

"I figured you'd enjoy it," you spoke with a teasing smirk as you reached out to place your finger under his chin, tilting his head up. "Stay here for me while I get undressed. I'll let you know when you can join me on the bed."

He nodded his head eagerly in understanding. As much as he wanted to be able to rip your clothes off you himself, he also didn't want to have to wait until he came back from his trip to get his gift if you decided to punish him for his eagerness.

You stripped yourself naked before laying down on the bed, spreading your legs as you made a come hither motion with your fingers. He lept off his spot on the floor the moment you gave him the okay and not a second later, quickly scrambling to rid himself of his own clothing before joining you.

Despite how needy he was, he still took the time to worship every single inch of your body first, placing sloppy kisses all along your chest and down your stomach as his hands caressed any and every part that his lips didn't reach.

When he ate you out, it was like a starved man who'd gone days without having any food to eat. His broad hands were placed firmly on your thighs, keeping your legs open so they couldn't close around his head.

Soft pants and moans escaped from you as you laid there, one of your hands moving down to grip at his hair, directing his head so that his nose would bump against your clit as he eagerly ran his tongue through your sopping wet folds.

"Mrph-" He made a muffled sound of delight at your hand in his hair, one that traveled from your pussy all the way down into your very core.

"Fuck-" You swore loudly as you came for the first time, your legs already shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. It took you a moment or so to regain your bearings and catch your breath, something that certainly wasn't helped by the way Stu still had his head shoved between your thighs. "Enough already," you scolded while pushing his face away, causing him to look up at you with a childish pout.

"Aw, but babe! C'mon, I wasn't finished yet," he whined like a petulant toddler who was refusing nap time.

"Do you want the second half of your gift or not?" You asked in a serious tone that made him shut up right away. "That's what I thought. Now come over here and fuck me already."

"Yowza- Yes, sir," he said with a wide grin as he moved further on top of you, pushing down his boxers just far enough to be able to pull his cock out. He pumped it a few times using his fist before lining it up with your entrance and slipping it inside.

It wasn't hard to tell how excited he was given the way he started to move the second he was inside you, barely even giving you the proper time to adjust. "Christ, baby, you feel so good-" He commented as his hands moved down to grab onto your hips as he roughly thrusted in and out of you. This was the first time you'd ever allowed him to fuck you without a condom on, and he was loving every second of it.

"Ngh- You're so big-" You whined loudly as your arms moved to wrap around his neck, your hands clawing at his shoulderblades. "Can't wait until you cum in me-"

"Yeah? You want me to cum inside you, fill you up so that you can get nice and pregnant for me?" He questioned with a sly smirk while wrapping your legs around his waist so he could plunge his cock in even deeper, your walls fluttering around him uncontrollably.

You nodded at his words, digging your nails into his shoulders as you began moving your hips up in time with his, desperately seeking friction. "Yes- Need it- Need you- Fill me up, please-"

It was getting harder and harder for him to hold himself back at your pleas. "Are you gonna cum for me, baby, huh? You gonna cum for me, too?" One of his hands found its way down to your swollen clit, his thumb rubbing at it harshly in a way that had you letting out a loud, drawn-out moan.

When he came, so did you, his hot, sticky seed filling you up to the brim as your walls clenched tightly around him from the sensation of his tip brushing against that extra sensitive spot within you. Neither of you spoke for a moment or so after as you tried to catch your breath, your chests rapidly rising and falling with each. "That was amazing," you muttered once you were able to speak again.

Stu gave you a sly smirk at your words, rolling his hips against yours in a way that had you mewling. "Yeah? Wanna go for another round?"

"Fine, but-" you began as you flipped him over onto his back so that you were on top of him now. "-I get to be on top this time."

His smirk widened into a full blown grin at that, and it was clear you'd be getting no protests from him on the matter. "You're the boss, babe."

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[defectivevillain]

better the devil

pairing: Stu Macher/transmasc! reader

the reader is transmasc and is referred to with he/him pronouns. otherwise, race is ambiguous and no physical descriptors are used.

summary: You meet Stu Macher at a party and he takes an interest in you. …If only you knew how dangerous that would be.

word count: 2.6k | ao3 version

warnings: canon-typical blood/gore/murder/violence, unwanted romantic advances (physical proximity, implied flirting) from a side character, and spoilers to Scream 1. There’s also one short moment where the reader thinks he will be misgendered, but he isn’t.

author's notes: I need a Stu/trans!masc reader fic. I NEED IT. So I’m here to deliver. Because sometimes you have to be the change you want to see in the world.

Three things: 1) just like many other shorts in this Spooktober series, the pacing of this fic will be a bit fast; 2) we’re going to pretend Stu isn’t dating Tatum; and 3) this is not canon compliant, but it still has spoilers.

The title of this fic is from Better the Devil by Z Berg. It's from Strange Darling.

You’re lost in your thoughts as you head down the hall of this unfamiliar house, weaving around people in an attempt to find some more space. You’re too distracted to notice the guy with short blond hair heading in the same direction, until you’re bumping into him. 

“Oh, my bad,” he says, steadying you with a hand on your shoulder. “Sorry, dude.” He’s looking past your shoulder, as if preoccupied with something. You apologize too and he looks at you upon hearing your voice.  You instinctively wait for a flustered apology (“I’m sorry, I thought you were-”). But instead, he’s just staring at you. It’s a bit unnerving. 

After a few seconds, you decide to keep walking. At least, you try—but the guy is soon blocking your path. He’s pretty tall. “Hey, where are you going?” He asks, slinging an arm around your shoulder. You immediately get the sense that this guy isn’t trying to be invasive—he’s just a bit brazen. It’s a friendly gesture. “Running away so fast… you scared or something?” A hint of a lopsided smile rises on his face. 

“No,” you frown, shoving your hands in your pockets.

“Good!” He grins. It’s an endearing sight, and you immediately chastise yourself for thinking so. “Say, what’s your name? You look familiar.” With that remark, you realize he looks familiar too. You introduce yourself and recognition passes over his face. “Oh, shit, we have math together.”

“Oh,” you remark, suddenly able to make the connection. “You’re… Stu?”

“The one and only,” he responds. “So, where are you off to in such a hurry?” He asks, raising a brow. 

You just shrug, glancing at the staircase. Stu follows your eyes, noticing your brief lapse in attention. “I wouldn’t go upstairs if I were you,” he says, his eyes glittering with amusement. “Billy and Sid are gonna be up there soon. Could get loud.” There’s a playful grin on his face. Stu’s arm is still around your shoulders and his grip tightens for a fraction of a second. 

The insinuation he just made is not lost on you, and you can’t quite hide a grimace at the thought. Stu just laughs. “You like horror movies?”

You nod and he brightens, leading you towards the living room and onto the couch, where a group is watching Halloween. You opt to sit on one end on the couch, trying to take up less space and enforcing some distance between you and these strangers. Stu settles on a chair behind the couch, but over the course of the movie, he taps the girl next to you on the shoulder and she moves. Then Stu is jumping over the back of the couch and sidling up next to you. He’s almost close enough to be touching you, and as the movie continues, your shoulders start to brush up against each other’s. 

It’s hard to focus on the movie with Stu next to you. Not only is the proximity making you nervous, but Stu is also pretty restless. He’s almost always moving: constantly fidgeting and tapping his fingers or his foot; whispering under his breath.  And as if you don’t have enough to be nervous about, a random girl decides the armrest mere inches from you is a viable place to sit. Now you’re sandwiched between this stranger and Stu, and the girl keeps glancing at you unsubtly. You don’t know what to do, especially when you notice that she seems to be drifting closer and closer to you. At some point, she’s going to be in your lap. The thought makes you move closer to Stu, attempting to put more distance between you and the stranger. 

Stu’s attention is taken from the movie and he looks over at you, comprehension evidently dawning on him as he sees the girl leaning towards you. Stu’s emotional intelligence is clearly high, as he immediately senses you’re uncomfortable and gets to his feet. 

“We’re going to the kitchen,” he says, tugging you up with him before you can object. “You can sit here, Sarah.” He says innocently, turning his back and heading for the kitchen. You follow after him, relieved to have an escape from that awkward situation. 

Stu looks through the fridge and grabs a beer, before taking a big sip and looking over at you. “What’s up with you?” He asks after a few seconds of silence. “Sarah was totally flirting with you. Couldn’t take her eyes off of you. But you just sat there like a fuckin’ statue.” Stu is looking at you expectantly, waiting for an explanation. 

You look down into your cup, feeling the need to avoid eye contact. “I wasn’t interested.” You murmur. “Besides, I don’t know her.” The excuse even sounds flimsy to you; Stu just raises his eyebrows, a smile on his face. It looks slightly strained. 

“Half the guys here would kill to have her attention,” he says, looking out into the other room. A strangely dark expression flickers across his face—so quickly you’re sure you imagined it. Then Stu’s shrugs. “She seemed pretty desperate, though.” He finishes. 

You nod in agreement, grateful to be spared from any further discussion on the matter. “We’ll find someone for ya,” Stu says with a grin, stepping over so he’s standing at your side and staring out into the living room. “We’ve got all night.” 

You’re not sure why he’s doing any of this. From what you’ve heard, Stu is a pretty popular guy. He shouldn’t even be interested in speaking to you or knowing your name—let alone your romantic prospects. Why is he still entertaining all of this? Hell, you would’ve been less surprised if he shoved you to the ground after you bumped into him earlier. Yet he was nothing but kind to you, and he continues to act as if you’re actually worth talking to. You don’t understand it. 

When Stu leaves to get some more beers—with a cheeky “I’ll be right back…!” and a fake gasp—you only have more time to contemplate that notion. Stu’s never shown particular interest in you before, but then again, you’d never spoken until today. You sit near the back of the classroom, on the opposite side as him. You don’t talk much during that class either, so there would really be no reason for him to notice you. 

You must be zoned out for a while, because your thoughts are only broken off with the realization that all the partygoers are leaving. You blink and watch as they all whisper amongst themselves and exchange worried glances, before filtering out of the house and leaving you standing alone in the kitchen. Frowning, you head back into the living room—only to hear a scream that makes your blood run cold. A shiver runs down your spine as you hear a loud commotion outside. Before you can think any better of it, you’re heading outside to see what happened. It doesn't take long for you to find the commotion: Sidney Prescott is standing next to a car with a smashed roof, staring at the garage door of the house. 

“Are you okay-?” Your voice dies in your throat as you see the blood splattered across her skin and the sheer horror written all over her face. Sidney points wordlessly at the garage door, where a girl—Tatum, you think— is hanging limply from the pet flap. Bile climbs up your throat and you stare ahead in terrified disbelief, unable to believe your eyes. As foolish as it sounded, you assumed you would be safe at a party—with the sheer amount of people. It seems that wasn’t the case. 

Before Sidney and you can begin to comprehend what’s happening, there’s a harsh sound as a knife is dragged along the nearby car. The killer is standing behind you in a mask, and they quickly lurch forwards. Sidney and you run in opposite directions, and the killer races after Sidney. 

For a while, you kneel in the bushes outside the front of the house, before summoning the courage to go into the home. You need to call the police, check for any other survivors, and find a weapon. You take slow, light steps as you cautiously walk through the door. The living room is now abandoned, with the movie still playing. Randy or any of the other remaining students are nowhere in sight. 

It happens in the blink of an eye. One moment, you’re glancing around the corner; the next, you’re just barely dodging a shape hurtling at you. The killer is back. You avoid their attempt at a tackle, and their knife sinks into the hardwood flooring near your head with an audible thunk. You kick at them and they reel backwards momentarily. Taking advantage of the momentary opportunity, you turn and attempt to get to your feet to run away—only for them to grab your ankle and yank you backwards. You twist to the side and the knife goes into the flooring near your side, tearing off some of your skin and wrenching a hiss from your lips. 

You can’t dodge the third blow, as the knife hurtles down towards your face. Terrified, you block your face with a hand—and the killer stabs through your palm, exerting a lot of force and attempting to push the knife down into your skull. You grab at their wrist with your free hand and try to shove them off, but they have a distinct advantage in their position. The blade is a breath away from lodging into your temple; it’s pure adrenaline and terror that fight the killer off long enough for them to rip the knife from your hand and attempt to stab you again. You turn around and kick them in the face, scrambling to your feet and racing through the house. You run up the stairs, your heart roaring in your ears as you turn down a hall and duck into a walk-in closet, closing the door behind you quietly and hiding behind a rack of clothing. You’re quick to place a hand over your mouth and attempt to calm your breathing, despite your panic. 

You hear the killer head down the hall moments later; you’re not sure how long you wait, stifling your panicked breaths, before creeping out of the closet and descending the stairs. You can hardly turn into the next room before you’re freezing, dread washing over you. 

Sarah, the girl from before, is crumpled on the ground in a huge puddle of blood. There’s a stab wound in her chest and… her eyes are gouged out. Your ears are ringing. “She couldn’t take her eyes off of you.” Stu had said. Something ugly settles at the pit of your stomach. You immediately try to back away, only to collide with someone. 

You’re hit with déjà vu. A mere few hours ago, you bumped into Stu just like this. And now, you twist around to find the same killer from before, standing behind you and wielding a knife. But his mask isn’t splattered with blood, and you remember your blood spraying all over the killer when he stabbed your hand.

…Are there two of them? 

Your horrified thoughts must show on your face, as the killer tilts their head to the side before reaching up to take off their mask. “So,” a far too familiar voice says lightly. The mask rises to reveal Stu staring at you with a twisted grin. You feel like you’re going to throw up. “Guess you figured it out.” Stu looks at the knife in his hand as it catches the light, before pointing it to your neck. You immediately take a step back, only for him to follow with a step forward. This routine continues, until your back is hitting a wall and you’re trapped. 

“I gotta say, this is a good look for you,” Stu remarks. He reaches out with a bloodstained hand and you can’t suppress a flinch. This seems to amuse him, as a smile rises on his face and he continues reaching closer. Eventually, his hand cradles your cheek and his thumb drags a bloody smear down your face. Then it pauses right at the corner of your lips. Your breath stutters in his chest at the heat in his gaze, and for a moment he almost seems to press you further into the wall—

Then there’s a grip on the nape of your neck, and you’re yanked off the wall by your shirt collar, shoved to the side and into the kitchen. With the knife still firmly pressed to your throat, you have no choice but to follow along with Stu’s movements. When you enter the kitchen, you lock eyes with a terrified Sidney and your heart breaks. You had hoped she would escape. It seems that wasn’t the case. 

What happens after must be a dream sequence. That’s the only way your mind can make sense of it, as Stu and Billy reveal they’ve been working together to get revenge on Sidney for her mother’s role in Billy’s parents’ divorce. They also kidnapped Sidney’s father, intending to frame him for the murders before killing him and making it look like a suicide. Honestly, none of it makes much sense to your pain-addled mind. Your comprehension of their motive is only further stalled by the knife to your throat, and the intense, scrutinizing gaze you’re pinned under. 

Billy seems particularly displeased that you’re here, but after some argument with Stu (“You had your fun, now let me have mine!”) the two of them move on. Now, they’re stabbing one another—evidently to make it seem as if they’re victims. Billy stabs Stu rather hard, and Stu’s soon stumbling and breathing hard. 

It’s then that Gale Weathers appears. At this point, you’re tapped out—on the verge of falling unconscious. A chase of sorts ensues, where Billy goes after Gale and Sidney goes after Billy. Stu is losing a lot of blood, falling to the ground and pressing a hand to his wound. With everyone distracted, you find Sidney’s father in a closet and free him. When you come down the stairs with him, you find Sidney, Randy (how he survived, you have no clue), and Gale standing over Billy’s dead body. Sidney isn’t fazed when the killer suddenly lurches upwards with renewed life, instead putting a bullet through his temple and ensuring he won’t get back up again. 

And… that’s that. Against all odds, you survived… and Sidney did too. You’re still reeling from the fact that Stu was one of the killers, especially after his kindness at the party earlier. That only brings up even more questions as to his motives. If he was going to kill you, why would he bother wasting time with you like that? 

Nothing about tonight makes sense, and the others seem to agree. With the police on their way, the survivors are left to wait on the front porch—fighting off exhaustion and pain. The moment you hear ambulance sirens in the distance, your body gives in and you’re passing out. 

You wake some time later to find yourself in the hospital. You’re told that you’ll make a full recovery within a few days, with rest and nutrition. Randy, Sidney, and Gail are all fine; but Tatum, Sarah, and several others are dead. Billy Loomis is dead. And… Stu Macher’s whereabouts are currently unknown. 

You’ve survived. In the days that follow, your wounds begin to heal. But even as your injuries are patched up, the scars will always remain. And the thought of Stu, out there somewhere and very much alive, haunts you for the years to come.

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[yoichichi]

minors dni

pussy inspections with transmasc dilf toji .. he loves loves loves rubbing his tcock on yours as a reward for doing your shot after holding you down and spreading you open :( telling you how you’ll grow up to have a big one just like daddy’s some day :( likes to toy with you and makes comments on your “progress”, how you’re a growing boy and he needs to keep an eye on his pretty pet to make sure they’re still feeling good :( likes to start off by rubbing his thumb in heavy slow circles on your tcock, humming to himself as he watches you slowly get hard n wet n restless as time passes :( laughs at you when you whine for more n tells you that a good boy would listen n be patient before smacking you with a heavy palm against your pussy and asks if you are his good boy :( smirks and calls you his dumb crybaby when you nod with tears in your eyes, asks you again, “do impatient sluts get rewarded, or do they get treated like impatient sluts?”, smiles even wider when you sniffle and answer him softly, “then be a good boy for me and I’ll start rewarding you like one. daddy always takes care of you, right baby?”

[rzyraffek]

slashers with a ftm s/o with no surgeries? (billy+stu and bo or vincent would be nice, the rest can be up to you!)

We support our transmasc fellows😊🏳️‍⚧️

He/him, sfw, lil mension of transphobia but slashers will whoop them probably, Request open

Slashers with transmasc s/o

Ghostface(billy and stu)

For the sake of fic let's pretend that people in 90' weren't mostly uneducated and transphobic

Stu would 100% call him "bro" or "dude"

As soon as s/o come out to ghostfaces Stu said something along the lines "you always been one of the boys babe🥺" while Billy was more like "alight. Valid. If anyone bothers you tell me"

Billy is more sane, he will beat up anyone that is even looking bad at s/o. Also the bully will be next victim 😊

If s/o feels body dysmorpia or just simply insecure... dude you got Stu fucking Macher as your bf, he will spoil him with all stuff s/o needs! Binder?money for terapist so you can get diagnosis and get testosteron? Already in your wallet babe! You need new rad haircut? Well he will beg s/o to let him do it! You don't want any of that? Alr lets order pizza then!

Also they both kinda act like you just were born, like Billy this mf will try to teach s/o 'how to do manly stuff' and teach them how to fix a car or something

ALL those things were about s/o who freshly came out btw, if he is openly trans for while now Ghostfaces are litteraly treat them like any other guy litteraly, they mind their own business why would they get into somones else's live just because he isn't cis🙄🥱(its kinda ironic looking at fact that they are know for stalking)

Vincent Sinclair

As far as s/o treats him nice he sees them as amazing and great human being

He cant speak but he would shit talk s/o past bullies (past cus they are all dead! Thanks Bo and lester for hunting them down😍)

He can borrow s/o his shirts!

He also seems like good hairdresser! He would totaly help s/o cut hair if he wants too!

Would litteraly torture anyone that is mean! No, like for really torture them. He is a serial killer yall dont forget

S/o came out after he meet Vince or nah? Doesnt matter really. He totally treats them the same

He knows how it feels to be judged and he really doesn't want s/o to feel like he is judged too! He wants to create safe space😊

Vinny love language is staring creeply into s/o eyes and hold hands. Also he want to give s/o alot of flowers cuz they are just as pretty as him!

Will make lil figurine of s/o 100%

Live laugh love transgender people😊���as nonbinary person i do love yall

Also i feel like this one is bad, didnt really have ideas

[writing-for-the-gays]

ermm i have another request to make :3c if thats ok :3c

billy loomis and stu macher (both of em, in the poly way :3c) x reader with all of the specifications i had in my last request with uhmmmm :3c knife play :3c and predator/prey dynamics :3c

again, reader being fat nd hairy being central to the story :3c

also again, do whatever format and length you want ^_^

-🐛 anon

'Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?'

Billy Loomis x trans male! Stu macher x trans male! hairy! reader

Again with these things being self indulgent, reader is a disk jockey and a radio host who spreads misinformation Abt the lads so they can fuck two serial killers for a lil longer .

Brought to you by ovulation and weed.

I'm a Stu fucker so Billy is a little neglected.

I read hairy and ran with it.

You can pry my trans male stu hc out of my cold dead hands.

I wasn't sure how to end it but I did it.

Up to my usual bullshit

- You were supposed to be a victim, a little bit of a trial run before everyone else.

- you were a generally quiet guy, they didn't think that anyone would really notice you disappeared. Save for the fact the news station would have to get a new host, but who even really listened to it. Billy and Stu definitely didn't listen to it.

-they probably should've though. Desensitize each other to it. But they didn't.

- so when they called you Stu's face instantly turned red and he hung up. Which confused the hell out of Billy. ("Stu, what the hell was that?!" "His voice, man! It's making my fucking head foggy-!" "Fine I'll fucking do it!")

- Billy wasn't any better, but at least he was talking to you unlike Stu.

- he's palming himself through his jeans just listening to you try to tell him off for calling, but then he starts talking about fucking you with a knife to your throat and you go quite.

- he keeps going and he hears you panting on the other end, and he doesn't assume you're touching yourself at first.

- but then you fully moan while listening to him talk about fucking you balls deep and he's not dumb so he can put 2+2 together.

- he asks what room you're in and you give it too easy (he knows where you are, he can see your shadow from the window.)

-and soon you have two strangers fucking you so hard you can't think!

- Stu finds out you're trans too and starts rubbing your t-dicks together, and Billy fucks into Stu's hand, and you watch as they make out and-

- you cum so hard you literally pass out.

- Stu thinks he's killed you, and honestly, if he had you would've died happy, but he didn't and so you wake up to a very concerned Stu and a cackling Billy.

- You're fine obviously. But Stu still tries to be gentle with you, Billy keeps teasing your t-dick though, more fascinated with it than anything else, it's different than Stu's bc he's gotten surgery to make it appear bigger so he's just seeing how it's different, and he finds out you're significantly more sensitive!

- you three become semi regular fuck buddies, and when the official killings start you pretend you have no idea who's doing them, you pretend that when stu and Billy come over covered in blood to fuck your brain out you don't almost cum in your pants.

- then fuck buddies become something more. Somewhere in-between that first call and being bent over the bed as stu pegged you and Billy fucked your mouth 6 months lster you'd fallen in love with them.

- in the heat of the moment as you come moaning their names you say it.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

"Fuckfuckfuck! Fuck right- right there please right there- Stu " your fingers sink into the sheets as you pull away from Billy, whose cum you'd just finished swallowing; mouth finally free to beg like the good boy you where.

"so good- so good Stu it's- ngh- haah please please more, need you to touch my cock~." The double ended dildo you were oh so familiar with fucked into you.

"Gonna cum- Please Please- Please-"

Normally you would fake it with penetration, there wasn't that much pressure in it... but with Stu- oh Stu was special, he knew exactly what to do with it, what to do to make your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

He denied your request with a simple scoff.

"No- not yet, I'm not even close, you can cum when I cum got it?"

You nod desperately, needing to submit to the look in his eyes. Filled with hunger, the urge to hunt. His hands travel up your body to your neck, resting on your Adam's apple.

Gently pressing down and cutting off your air Stu lets out an airy chuckle. "You don't even put up a fight... Fuck- don't even get the thrill of the chase with you, I just fuck you so good you forget that you're rubbing dicks with the big bad Ghostface..."

He grinds his hips, the dildo inside of you lets out a wet noise that makes your eyes squeeze shut and face go bright red.

"Fuck-! Pretty boy you're so wet, Jesus, it's the prettiest fuckin thing I've every seen, just glistenin' and shit-"

His free hand goes to your thigh, massaging the flesh and playing with some of the dark coarse hair that covered it.

He places his hand flat and plays with the fat on your thighs, watching as it jiggles with every harsh thrust he gives you. He admires the way they look powerful, dark hair covering your body, he admires the way you look different from him.

The way your body was covered in thick hair, starting from your face (a light stubble, and the starting of an already well maintained moustache)

to your chest (dark hair covering two mounds of mouth wateringly hot flesh, softer and bigger version of Billy's pecs.)

to your cunt (fuck the way your hairy cunt rubbed against his clean shaven one made him weak, he didn't know something like that could even turn him on that much.)

to your legs (You wore a pair of shorts mid summer once and both Billy and Stu couldn't keep their eyes off your legs).

Stu was thin and almost totally hairless, what hair he had was sparse and blonde, it hadn't changed with T for him, and he wasn't mad. He generally likes being hairless, a preference.

He was always at least trimmed if not fully shaved down there. (To show off his t-dick, that surgery was expensive. Wasn't as expensive as full Phalloplasty tho.)

A Twink in all regards making his big handsome bear fall apart on some silicone, it made his dick throb, twitching in-between his folds.

He locks eyes with Billy who's staring at you intently, focusing on the way you seem completely out of it, face flushed, mouth hanging open and eyes squeezed closed in concentration. Trying not to cum until you where told.

Your cunt flutters helplessly against the dildo in you, It's slick, not just with your juices but his as well, the double ended dildo didn't have any barrier to prevent your juices from mixing, or your t-dicks from grinding together with each thrust.

Billy's once softening cock perks right back up when stu brings his hand in-between your bodies to rub at both of your cocks. finally.

Your mouth hangs open and Billy doesn't hesitate to take the opportunity to thrust into your mouth, leaning over you to capture Stus lips in a heated kiss, tongues sloppily rubbing against each other as they use you. Billy's hands rests on your chest, running his fingers over the thick dark hair and massaging your boobs while playing with your nipples. He's not in your mouth long, mind you, still overly sensitive. He jerks off slow and steady as he watches you two.

Then you're cumming, eyes rolling back mouth hanging open. It's like your body is lit on fire, thighs jolting and quivering

you babble "Fuck! Fuck I love you- I love you your cock is so big- your so fucking hot, both of you, need-need both of you-!" Your hips are rolling wildly, right against Stu's clit. Which sends him over the edge face scrunching up before it relaxes and his mouth hangs open.

Billy comes on your face with a low growling noise slumping over as his cum decorates your cheeks his cock twitching with every shot of jizz.

After a moment Billy lets out a soft chuckle, breath heaving.

"Stu... I told you they'd say it first."

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- you three are basically inseparable.

- the girls think you're just best friends, and considering the fact you're a disk jockey with the school radio station they don't put if past the boys to just be using you to play their favorite songs more often.

- you also did the morning news, and you always reported on the ghost face killings. Billy would sit under the desk and suck particularly hard on your dick if you said something that would throw the investigation off.

- Billy loves playing with your ass, he's such an ass man it's almost funny.

- he gets hard just watching you walk away. Especially if you have a particularly large ass. (His nickname for you is booty.)

- he just grabs a handful of your ass.

- both of them are constantly horny have fun trying to keep their hands off of you.

- y'all's sex playlist is mostly disco

[00-jammy-00]

Hi! 🌙 anon here!! Don't worry it's totally okay I make mistakes like that all the time too :D

I don't remember what I said exactly but I remember I said something like a Yandere kidnaps a transmasc Y/n and teases his clit and gets him cock drunk. With like an aphrodisiac and constantly being needy for the Yandere type thing? Perhaps overstim and multiple orgasms? I'm sorry I forget (●//▽//●)

Also side note, I typed out this ask and accidentally deleted it instead of sending it too--so clearly this is an easy mistake to make!

Alrighty, love your blog and the masterpieces you write! And I know I didn't say this last time but your pfp is so cute I love it

Yan!Kidnapper [Cock-drunk Reader Scenario]

Yan!Kidnapper x GN! Reader

Content warning - Yandere themes, THIS IS SMUT, He’s your kidnapper so mentioned kidnapping, mean yan, spanking (once), slight choking (once), he loves your nipples, psycho yan, he’s just a jerk

A/N - thank you so much for resubmitting your ask 🌙 anon <3 As you said in your second ask, I don’t write for anything other than GN reader so I’ve just adjusted your ask to that xo. This Yan is actually a little sneak peak of a new oc I’ll be adding soon. This is also my first time writing full smut so sorry if it’s not the best 🙏

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“For fucks sake [Reader], you got to keep still baby.” Jasper grunted, rubbing his tip against your hole before pulling it away once more. His grin only grew when he heard a whine slip from your lips. “Such a little slut for me, yeah? Your hole is trying to suck me in.” He chuckled, leaning his head lower to tug on one of your nipples with his teeth.

Your lovely kidnapper of a few months had decided it was a good idea to buy that viral sex chocolate or whatever the fuck he had seen on TikTok. It obviously did the trick because you were currently panting and whining just from the feel of his cock near you. “Christ babe, if you keep moving I’m going to tie you up.” He hissed, bringing a hand down on your ass in hopes it’ll stop you from fucking moving.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to hold himself back from just pounding you. Last time he did that, you bitched about it for so long. He blew some cold air on your nipple and laughed mockingly when you squirmed. “Do you want my cock? You want me to fuck you? Thought you said I was insane and shit?” He grinned, giving a rough tug to your already puffy nipples. “If you say please, I’ll give you what you want.”

He rubbed his cock head up and down your entrance at a teasingly slow pace. Up, down, up, down, up, down. You couldn’t take it anymore! When he finally heard that magic word tumble out of your mouth he eagerly slammed into you in one go, relishing in the sound you made. He grabbed onto your hips with a bruising grip and started to thrust, making sure to hit that special spot that made you scream.

“Fuck! You’re so tight! Such a pretty whore for me.” Jasper groaned, lifting your legs over his head. He pressed a kiss to your ankle before nipping at it with a smirk. “Might cum just from looking at your face. You’re making such cute faces at me babe.” He slid his hand up and gripped your throat, giving it a small squeeze before giving your nipple a sloppy kiss. “Keep squeezing me [Reader]. Fuck yeah, that’s it!” He grunted though his voice became slightly whiny as he picked up his pace.

“Gonna cum in your pretty hole, yeah? You like that?” He wiped some saliva from your chin before sticking two of his fingers in your mouth. He began to push them in and out at the same pace of his thrusts, eyes lighting up when your eyes rolled back into your head. “Look at you, going all dumb on my cock.” He cooed mockingly, moving his hands back down to your hips. “I’m about to cum so hold still, okay?” He murmured, pressing a loving kiss to your temple before thrusting quicker.

With a final moan, he came inside you. He was panting, eyes gone hazy before he snapped out of it and kissed your forehead. “You were so good for me, gonna clean you up now, don’t worry.” He hummed, pulling out and moving to the bathroom. While he ran a bath, he couldn’t stop the giddy smile from spreading across his face. Jasper finally fucking had you, you were his, fully. He wasn’t going to let you go, never, especially after you enjoyed having sex with him so much!

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[serendipitous-imagines]

Can you do a Homicipher Mr Gap x transmasc reader smut fic? Maybe w him eating the reader out? Perhaps?

cws/tws: female genitalia verbiage, oral, fingering, begging, edging

omg,,, my first homicipher request!! i have been so in love with all of the characters in this game and it has been so fun playing through all of the routes! i do get easily jumpscared bc i am a coward but hey, fear and adrenaline adds to emotions I am pretty sure ;> as always~ the fun stuff is under the cut~

Where were you again...? Oh, right, you were stuck down here, running around mindlessly, looking for an elevator that may or may not bring you back to your world... And everyone surrounding you was a creature that was almost beyond human comprehension. But... they were kind, kinder than anyone had ever really been to you, and they cared, they cared so much about you, about how you felt, about how your body ached and reacted. Sure, it could have been because they wanted to do experiments on you, maybe even take your arms, but it being cared for like this felt so nice. Honestly, it would be a waste to leave everyone down here. How would you even live life normally again after meeting everyone? A soft groan escaped your lips as you rolled over on the bed, flopping your head down into the pillow that had definitely been untouched for a while, but it was better than laying on the ground. You could not imagine how it felt for Mr. Chopped- where even was he? Where was anyone? The room suddenly felt far more cold and empty than it had before. Anxiety crept into your chest and in an attempt to comfort yourself, you pulled the white blanket up to your head, wanting to hide from the vast empty echoes of the labyrinth where you found yourself confined. ... Why did it feel like you were being watched...? Lifting the sheet up hesitantly, you tilted your head downwards, unknowingly holding your breath as you glanced down at your legs. Nothing... You set the sheet down and let out the breath you had been holding, looking around the room. You were just being paranoid because you were alone, there was nothing to worry about, you were sure Mr. Crawling would be around at any moment and you would feel better. Shaking your head, you lifted the sheets to lay back down and- "AHHHH!!!!" Your whole body jumped, a scream involuntarily coming out, legs pressing together as you made eye contact with Mr. Gap smiling up at you from under the covers. "When did you get here?!" you yelled, fingers trembling as you held the sheets up, eyes wide.

"I help..." Mr. Gap mumbled, a smile on his face, his visible eye upturned with small crinkles in the corners of them. "Is there a reason why you are smiling so hard?" you asked, a smile on your face, wondering what organ or part of your body he was going to ask to take. Mr. Gap tilted his head, not understanding your question, his smile still ever-so-prevalent. "Give?" he asked. "Me want have." Mr. Gap repeated, his voice a little more firm. You could feel his warm breath hitting the insides of your thighs, goosebumps appearing on your skin from the warmth in the cold room. "Want what?" you asked, thighs shifting to close from the embarrassment of Mr. Gap's head being so close to such intimate areas. "Want you." Strong hands wrapped themselves around the inside of your thighs, pinning them open despite your attempts to force them closed. "M-me?!" your voice squeaked in surprise as your pants were ripped clear off of your legs. Mr. Gap's face leaned forward, huffing your scent, his fingers digging deeper into the squishy flesh of your thighs. "Smell good. Smell like. Want. Want. Want." Mr. Gap repeated, massaging your thighs in his palms obsessively, his words melting into mere mumbles as his teeth caught the fabric of your underwear, ripping them off (though you were unsure if he ate them or dropped them onto the bed, they were destroyed anyways). "Mr. Gap..." a breathless mutter came from your lips as Mr. Gap's mouth wrapped around your pussy, his tongue frotting against your clit. Your hips lifted at the sensation, a small whine leaving your lips as Mr. Gap's tongue started to speed up, greedily lapping up the arousal that started to drip from your vagina. How did he even know how to do this? Your hand slid beneath the sheets, wrapping your fingers around his hair as his tongue buried itself inside of your pussy, rubbing against your insides, easily gliding around in your arousal. Mr. Gap let out a low groan, a noise you had never heard him make before as his hand slid up your thigh before hovering just below his chin. His lips wrapped themselves hungrily around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves as two of his fingers circled around your soaked and sensitive entrance. A moan of pure desperation and a need like none other you have felt before came from your agape mouth, tugging on Mr. Gap's long hair, which had started to become knotted between your fingers. Your gazes caught one another, and you could see and feel his smile get wider before he sunk his fingers without warning into you. Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, walls clenching around Mr. Gap's unforgiving fingers that slid deep inside like he was going to pull your internal organs out from you. Your hips rocked, riding his fingers as his tongue pressed against your clit, flicking up and down as he sucked. Those calloused fingers provided a much needed texture, curling inside of you and forcing your walls wider open. Hearing such beautiful mewls coming from you, and feeling your hips starting to tremble, closing in on your orgasm, Mr. Gap cruelly slid his slick-covered digits out of your pussy, rubbing your hole as you gasped and looked at him with eyes that could only be described as downright pathetic. In an action even more cruel, he pulled his mouth away from your swollen and throbbing clit. Your head lifted, your eyes wide in surprise as he rested his head on your thigh and just smiled at you, a taunting, cruel smile. "You know exactly what you are doing..." you whined out, rolling your hips towards his face. "Me funny." "No," you retorted back with a pout on your lips. Mr. Gap laughed, fingers still mindlessly rubbing your opening, which was now soaking the sheets beneath you. "Me funny. You cute." Mr. Gap looked up at your face, which was twinged pink before he pushed three of his fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of your hole far rougher than he had before. At full force, your orgasm hit your body at full force, crying out Mr. Gap's name as your cum squirted into his mouth and he greedily swallowed it.

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[birdyisthewordyy]

Heh,,,transmasc guy and jimmy like falling in love,,,and jimmy denying the gay allegations,,,(he can’t even tell he’s trans)),,,

a/n: THIS IS SUCH A NEAT IDEA thank u for submitting it MOOTIE…twirls my hair and tickles you

Jimmy x transmasc! Reader

At first he thinks he’s just jealous

Which he is

He thinks you’re chill and easygoing and wishes he could have the same attitude you do

But that jealousy soon morphs into admiration

And that admiration soon morphs into something Jimmy hasn’t felt in a WHILE

he feels content around you

But jittery at the same time

Wants to secretly impress you

His brain won’t stop scolding him

“What are you, gay?”

He’s not beating the allegations I fear

Especially not when you smile at him like that

And he has to bite the inside of his cheek

To keep from screaming

He LIKE likes you

He’s in denial though

He convinces himself he’s just close friends with you and nothing else

Yeah

Just two dudes

Despite how much he wants to shake you

He wants to curse you out

He wants to slap you

He wants to kiss you until you both can’t breathe

But he won’t

Or will he??

Its especially difficult when the two of you are alone

And you’re sitting next to him

And god damn your body looks nice

And your hand slowly inches over to rest on top of his

Do you feel that way about him too?

He jerks his hand away and stands up

“Don’t do that.”

He wishes you would’ve done more

[babyshoesnerdshit]

night shift

CW cursing, child neglect, sexual harassment, misgendering, drunk person (although not very well written lol), general violence, slight infantilization

idk i wanted to try my hand at writing some shitty platonic yandere batfam x transmasc reader (its self indulgence bby)

Hunger pained (y/n)'s stomach. Stupid cheapskate convenience store didn't give employee discounts though so he had to wait until he got home to eat anything, if there was even anything to eat that wasn't spoiled. (y/n) would have just stolen something to eat from the store (he didn't give a shit about their profit) but the security camera mocking him in the corner kept him from it. And with his phone almost dead (y/n) had nothing to do but stair at the wall and listen to the shitty radio station the store played.

(y/n) hated the night shift, it almost guarantied he would have to deal with more crackheads and drunks than his coworkers. Regardless of his feelings about the night shift it paid the most (even though that was still barely minimum wage), and he really needed the money. Even though (y/n) still lived with his mother (and technically father but he was hardy ever around), his parents had stopped taking care of him a long time ago. So (y/n) was the one to take care of himself. Sometimes he had to take care of his mother too, reminding her to eat or sleep. The bells on the door jangled, shaking (y/n) from his train of thought. Ah yes, the other type of Gotham crazies. Vigilantes.

"Hey kid."

"I'm not a kid." for some reason the batclan had decided that the 5th avenue convenience store was the best place for mid-patrol snacks.

"Ah yes, the old and wise 18 year old. My bad." Red Hood had a thick layer of sarcasm in his mechanical voice. (y/n) couldn't see his face from behind his helmet but was entirely sure he had the stupidest smirk underneath. (y/n) simply rolled his eyes (fighting back a smile) as hood moved about the store grabbing a random assortment of food and drinks. As hood was filling his arms the bell sounded again, this time it was a middle-aged man. (y/n) could smell the alcohol on him from the register. The man looked around, stopping as he saw (y/n).

"Welll helllooo~" the man had started leaning on the counter of the register. "Yoou're a fine slut, i could show you a reeall goOod time~" He smelled even worse up close. (y/n) sent a panicked glance over to Red Hood who had dropped his things and was now walking aggressively towards the man. "Wha you ignorin me BITCH!" the man lifted his arm to strike. (y/n) flinched, lifting his arms to cover his face.

"Leave. Him. Alone." Hood's voice was dark and low. His grip on the man's arm was painful if the man's face was any indicator.

"H-hey Mr. Red Hood. me and the lil' lady were just havin a niice talk." The man had lost any confidences and aggression he once had in fount of the crime lord. "She wuz jus bein a bitch, you understaannd right?" he sniveled. A sickening crunch was heard from the mans arm where Red Hood's grip tightened. The man started convulsing with pain and screaming. (y/n) felt sick.

"I'm going to deal with this trash. I'll be right back." Hood dragged the man out of the store, bells jingling behind him. It was moments like this where (y/n) remembered just how dangerous Red Hood actually was. Living in Gotham, (y/n) had gotten unfortunately used to getting catcalled and harassed, but he could never stop the shaking of his hands and the sinking feeling in his stomach that came with it.

Moments later the bells sounded again, (y/n) couldn't help but jump slightly. It was Red Hood.

"Sorry about that kid." hood picked up the food he had dropped earlier and set it on the counter.

"Ah, it's ok." (y/n) hated how small he sounded. Taking a breath he started to scan the things hood had picked out and tried to steady himself. "It's Gotham, shit like that happens all the time."

"That doesn't make it ok." Hood sounded softer than before. (y/n) felt anger crawl up his throat, the bats always treated him like a kid. Even Robin! And he was, like, 12!

"That'll be $29.47, you want a bag?" (y/n) tried not to show his anger. As upset as he might have been, Hood did just save him from an icky situation.

"Nah." Hood picked up half of what he bought with one arm as he flipped a 50 onto the counter. "Keep the change." He started to leave.

"Hood, you're forgetting half your shit." He had left a large banana nut muffin, a pack of gummy sharks, a chocolate milk, and a packet of pizza flavored combos.

"They're for you kid, you look starving." He was out the door before (y/n) could protest.

(y/n) sighed with a light smile, well at least he wouldn't be hungry for the rest of his shift.

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Jason was fucking livid. This god damn BASTARD! Who the fuck did he think he was, harassing his little brother. Raising his FILTHY had at him. Jason was seething.

"RR" Jason turned his comm on.

"Jonathan Davis, 54, 237 Maple Street, apartment 122, married to Eliza Davis, daughter is Maria Davis, place of work 57 West End Road." Tim already knew, he was watching it from the security camera back at the cave.

"I only spared him so that you could make his life something worse than death." Jason staired down at the beaten and bruised body of the man.

"Don't worry. It will be." Tim's voice was cold and calculated. No doubt already planning all the ways this man would watch his life fall apart.

Jason leaned down to the barely conscious man, "If you DARE go fucking near him again, I'll leave your head for your wife and daughter to find in your fridge." the man simply looked at him with fear. Jason grabs him by the scalp, "Do you understand?" his tone was dark, made even more intimidating by the mechanical modulator.

"Y-yes! I understand! I understand!" the man cried.

"Good." Jason shoved his head back into the filthy ground of the alleyway. 'right where trash belongs' Jason thought to himself.

[floydira]

back at it again at Krispy Kreme.

Hello again!! It's me the silly anon (☆—(≧⁠▽°)★~) I have another request. I was kinda thinking about another Floyd x transmasc reader one shot idea and I thought to myself "hey! Wouldn't it be could if they had a egg (baby) together?" :3.

This doesn't have to be NSFW/smut at all and you don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable with it (obvi, I don't think I can force you into writing this (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) ). Anyway, thank you!!!!! - anon ☆—(≧⁠▽°)★~

(p.s. I loved the other fic, it was great :3)

₊˚﹒✶﹒Taking Care Of Our Own .ᐟ

floyd having a baby with transmasc reader.

heads up! established relationship, usage of endearment terms, parenthood & a baby.

note ; hello silly anon!! this was a cute request. ngl this was kind of hard for me bc I don't really experience writing about parent stuff 😭 but I tried my best. I might make a continuation of this with the relationship between floyd and the reader with the baby and their dynamic, if you want.

floyd woke up with a mixed coloured egg in his hair, he was surprised at first.

he immediately talked to you about the egg, how excited but nervous he was and was eager to hear your viewpoint about it.

"we're having a baby! It would be so pleasant to take care of our own baby, but I'm so nervous. what if I mess up?" he said to you.

"I'm sure you won't, love. you've already done a good job loving me and taking care of me, I'm sure you'll do a good job for our baby too. plus, you won't be alone! I'll be right here with you, along the way. we can do this!" you reassure him while holding his hands.

"you're right. it's funny, I'm usually the one who says stuff like that yet you're the one saying my things back to me. thanks, honey." he gives you a warm smile as he leans in to hug you, a little tighter than usual. you take notice of that and pat his back gently.

It's been a few days since floyd first woke up with the egg in his hair. he hasn't informed any of his brothers yet about his situation. for now, only you and him know. he says he's saving it to tell when the egg finally hatches.

you were both doing your own stuff. with you cooking and floyd writing inside his journal.

you call floyd over to eat as you've finished cooking. he comes in and sits down across from you.

while you both ate, you decided to ask,

"so when's the egg gonna hatch anyway? do you have any idea?"

"not really, hun. I'm not too sure about it eith–" he gets cut off by the sound of something.

"Is that the egg?" you ask him.

floyd puts his hand in his hair and brings the egg out. lo and behold, the egg is moving– or well– shaking.

"oh gosh, it's happening!" floyd exclaims.

you both watch the egg shaking as it slowly cracked, your baby pops out!

it has traits from both you and floyd mixed together.

you suddenly hear sobs coming from floyd. you tear your eyes away from the baby that floyd is cradling to look up at him. his eyes filled with tears, happy tears.

you chuckle lightly, "oh, you baby..." you say to him as you wipe his tears away.

both of your hearts were warm and filled with joy as you stared at your own little baby that just hatched.

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It's been a week since your baby hatched from the egg. only now have you and floyd invited his brothers, along with poppy.

"oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" poppy screams excitedly. she's playing with the baby's tiny hands and fingers, talking to it in a baby voice.

"It's so cute! agh, you guys made the cutest baby I've ever seen!" poppy remarks, while cradling the baby in her arms.

"well, of course, it came from me and floyd. two hotties together make a cute baby." you state playfully, with a subtle wink towards floyd. floyd only giggles with his cheeks slightly heated.

"have you guys named it yet?" john dory asks.

"nope, but we're thinking about it." floyd answers.

"ooh! ooh! name suggestions! how about indigo, or eden?!" poppy suggests, bouncing lightly.

"what about haven? it has a nice touch to it." branch spoke.

"what do you think, hun?" floyd turns to you, with a smile visible on his face.

you thought deeply about it, "I think haven does have a nice ring to it." you affirmed.

you notice branch subtly light up from you considering his suggestion.

"ooh, bummer...I wanted my one to be picked." poppy mutters to herself.

"have you already prepared yourself for parenthood, floyd?" bruce asks.

floyd chuckles awkwardly, "to be honest, not really, but I think I'll manage."

bruce pats floyd on the shoulder, "if you need any advice, you know who to go to."

bruce gives him a singular finger gun.

"if your kid wants to visit putt putt village sometime, feel free to come." clay states

"will do, clay, will do." floyd replies.

after a while of conversing and hanging out, with some of them playing with your baby, floyd's brothers, along with poppy finally leave your humble abode, leaving you and floyd alone together. with the baby, of course.

"you thinking what I'm thinking" you say to floyd while moving your eyebrows up and down mischievously.

floyd rolls his eyes and shakes his head while grinning like a lovesick fool in denial playfully as a nonverbal reply to what you said. he hugs the baby closer in his arms and intertwines his hands in yours.

[serial-killers-hope]

uhmm.. hmmmm uhhmm blinks blinks blinks..

(MORE TRANSMASC STUFF MORE MORE MUAHAHAHA MORE RONIN X TRANSMASC READER MUAHAHHAHAH MAKE IT SILLY MUAHEUQHEUWEB)

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All of you are hungry for this type of content… it’s honestly amusing. Either way, I’ll give it to you. Enjoy. ~ DP

Happy Evenings With The Devil.

Enjoy.

You Never Cease To Amaze.

Ronin kept his eyes on you as you paced the room. Your chest practically aching from two weeks ago. But at least it was better than it was when you got the surgery. But you had to admit, Ronin had been the best partner in this situation.

He had helped you inject your T, supported you during your dysphoria days, turning off the lights in the bathroom for you when he knew as well. It was nice for a change how sweet he was being and how supportive he was this entire time. Even when you came out, all he did was laugh and say how silly it was for you to keep this from HIM out of all people. It was hilarious now that you thought of it…

Suddenly, you were snapped out of your thoughts by his voice.

“Hey, lay down. Jesus, you’re going to get hurt that way.”

You look over at him, brows furrowed as you nodded and made your way to bed. Laying down on your back with a satisfied groan and a soft hum.

“Thanks… I was kind of-“

“Spacing out? No shit. C’mon, let’s get you ready.”

You smile as he helps you take off your loose fitting shirt, eyeing your bandages with a look that screamed care and worry. When he didn’t find anything wrong with the compression bandages ( ones that he had put on simply thirty minutes ago ), he only nodded and laid you back down fully.

Ronin raised your head with another pillow, his eyes narrowing to see your expression and hummed in satisfaction when he noticed you were already drifting off.

“Fuckin’ adorable…”

He slid your blanket to cover you up, gently placing a kiss against your forehead with a soft expression.

“I love you my darlin’.”

[defectivevillain]

born into blood

pairing: Ghostface/Reader (can be platonic or romantic)

reader's race and gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used.

summary: Christina Carpenter wasn’t the only woman to have an affair with Billy Loomis… Your mother did too. You’re Billy’s child, just like Sam Carpenter. But you saw what happened to Sam—so you keep silent. Your father’s real identity is a secret you will take to your grave. At least, that’s what you think. Then, one day, Ghostface comes calling…

word count: 2.2k | ao3 version

warnings: canon-typical violence, character death; attempted murder, strangulation, blood, hallucinations; scream (2022) spoilers.

notes: I wrote Ghostface with he/him pronouns, but he remains nameless—so feel free to imagine whichever killer you want.

thank you @palefaceswhore for the beta! 🖤 any remaining mistakes are mine.

You don’t usually answer phone calls from unidentified numbers. But you had a job interview a few days ago, and you still haven’t gotten a response from the company, so you accept the call and bring your phone up to your ear with hope brewing in your chest. You thought you did a decent job in the interview, and you hope the recruiters thought the same. 

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of breath on the other line. Dread begins to prickle across your skin. Your tongue feels stuck to the roof of your mouth. Just as you summon the courage to speak, the other person speaks.  “What’s your favorite scary movie?”  

A shiver runs down your spine at the familiar voice. You immediately hang up and slam your phone face-down on the table. With quick breaths, you pick up your phone and shakily open your phone app again, blocking the contact. It’s not the first time you’ve gotten a prank call mimicking Ghostface, unfortunately—since the Stab movies first came out, unruly teenagers have started doing it rather frequently. But your particular situation is a bit different than that of the average person. After all, Billy Loomis is your father. 

For the longest time, you had no idea. But once you turned sixteen, your mother sat you down and told you the truth: she had an affair during her marriage, and that affair resulted in your birth. Safe to say, you were sick to your stomach. That revelation only proved to be much worse, however, when she revealed exactly who she slept with: Billy Loomis, one of the original Ghostface killers. A murderer. 

It took you a long time for you to begin trusting your mother again. And a small part of you knows that you’ll never look at her the same again—both because of what she did and because of the years she spent keeping it a secret from you. When you finally moved out from her house, you were mostly relieved. Leaving that house meant leaving it all behind. You didn’t have to meet your mother’s eyes and see a killer’s malice reflected in them any longer. 

Time passed and you slowly moved on. Ultimately, you decided that it would be ridiculously dangerous for you to tell anyone. You’ve kept that promise to yourself since your mother first confessed the identity of your father to you. You can only hope the secret dies a swift death, never seeing the light of day. After all, Billy Loomis is dead. You can take comfort in that… right? 

Then you hear about Sam Carpenter, and everything comes rushing back. The world had slowly moved on from Billy Loomis, as the Ghostface mask was passed from killer to killer. But once Sam Carpenter was unwittingly thrust into the public eye, you saw your quiet life slowly crumbling before you. You didn’t need to know Sam personally to know how she must’ve been treated for her parentage. The public villainized her—even with incontrovertible proof that she wasn’t the killer. Ghostface is everywhere now. You can’t avoid him, no matter how hard you try. All you can do… is hope that no one else discovers the identity of your father—otherwise you’ll be pursued with vengeance, just as Sam and her friends were. 

A ringing sound draws you from your thoughts. You frown and walk through your living room, attempting to discern the source of the noise. Once you walk into the kitchen, you realize that it’s your landline—the one that was supposedly disconnected. You’ve never given out that number to anyone. Hell, the phone hasn’t been used in years. It rings again and you flinch, before shaking your head in disbelief.  You should just ignore the call, obviously. But that’s against the rules, a voice in your head whispers. In the movies, if you don’t answer, he’ll just come out and stab you in the back. At least this way, maybe he’ll give you a chance at life. You know this isn’t a Stab movie… but your hand moves of its own accord, grabbing the phone and bringing it to your ear. 

“That wasn’t very nice.” That warped, deepened voice sends chills down your spine.  “Don’t try that again.” 

You’re starting to think that maybe, just maybe, it isn’t a prank call. And on the small chance that this is really happening—that Ghostface himself is calling you—hanging up would be a death sentence. You swallow hard and remain on the line, despite everything in your head screaming at you to hang up and run away as fast as you can. You try to take slow, measured breaths as you look around the room for signs of his presence. You don’t see anything. 

“Good,” Ghostface says patronizingly. You try to take a deep breath. It isn’t your father. But that doesn’t quite matter—that deepened, warped voice still reminds you of him. “Now, let’s try that again. What’s your favorite scary movie?”

You rack your brain and try to think of something to say. “… Saw .” You eventually respond. Admittedly, it’s hard to focus on the conversation. All you can think about is the high probability that Ghostface is outside of your home—or, hell, even in it—already. 

“Really?” Ghostface hums interestedly. “Not Stab ?”

“No,” you respond, your heart jumping in your throat. The mere mention of the movie franchise is enough to make you nervous, as you remember your father. Something stews in your chest and your fingers tighten around the phone as you hold it to your ear. 

“Why not?” Ghostface asks innocently. His voice is mocking. “It’s about your father, after all.”

You’re silent, entirely frozen as a victorious cackle sounds through your phone. 

“Oh, you thought no one knew?” He continues. “Billy Loomis was a player, and that’s no secret.” 

“What do you want from me?” You choke out. You’ve spent more than twenty years outrunning your father’s reputation—doing everything in your power to ensure that no one ever knew your connection to him. And now it’s all slipping away from you. All your hard work is slipping down the drain, falling through your fingers like granules of sand. 

As if sensing your unease and distress, Ghostface’s voice has a triumphant lilt to it. “What I want…” He breaks off, “is for you to give in. ” You stare ahead in shocked silence. The taste of bile settles on your tongue. “It’s time for you to carry on your father’s legacy.” 

The call abruptly ends. Immediately, you whip around and brace yourself against the kitchen counter, dread churning in your chest. You’ve seen the Stab movies—once Ghostface hangs up, he reveals himself to his victim. You grit your teeth and frantically search your drawers for a knife. When your hand closes around the knife, you turn around to find Ghostface standing right in front of you. The knife in his hand glitters at you mockingly. 

“Come on,” he says, his voice still distorted and deep. You squint at him, surprised that you don’t see him holding a voice changer in his hand. There must be something fixed to the inside of his mask. Unfortunately, you’re not given the luxury to muse on that thought, as he steps even closer and forces you to back up against the counter, before standing still. You can sense his eyes boring into you through the mask. “I’ll give you a free shot. It’s your birthright.” Ghostface reaches out with his free hand, taking your hand in his and tilting your knife up until it points at his shoulder. 

You swallow hard, your heart thundering in your chest as you try to grasp the reality of the situation you find yourself in. You’re standing before a killer and he’s willingly giving you a chance to weaken him. Despite knowing that you should take the shot he’s giving you, all it takes is a flicker of your father’s visage in your mind’s eye for you to shake your head stubbornly. Making the first move is far more difficult in reality than you expect it to be. Besides, while he’s certainly antagonized you, Ghostface hasn’t actually harmed you yet. Stabbing him without being provoked isn’t something you can get yourself to do, no matter how hard you try to tell yourself that you need this advantage he’s giving you. 

Silence stretches on, settling in the air between you. Ghostface is standing far too close for you to be comfortable, and his grip on your arm is extremely tight. Eventually, he exhales. “I gave you a chance,” the killer shrugs. Despite that statement, he’s still grasping your hand. “Now, I’m afraid your cameo has come to an end… The killer’s child becomes the victim. It’s poetic justice!” 

You don’t get a chance to pick apart that statement before Ghostface is lodging his knife into your left side and pulling it back out forcefully. You scream, quickly pressing a hand to the wound in a rather futile attempt to stop the bleeding. As you fall to your knees, you return the blow and sink your knife into his thigh. He hisses and falls to the side, giving you time to sweep his feet out from under him and clumsily get to your feet. Through your pain-hazed vision, you manage to navigate through your kitchen and into the living room. Remembering your phone in your pocket, you take it out and attempt to call emergency services, only for Ghostface to slam into you and tackle you to the floor. You try to throw him off, but he looms over you and tries to stab you again. You manage to roll to the side, letting out an uncomfortable hiss as the movement sends pain flaring up your side. His knife lodges into the floor beneath you with a solid thunk. 

“That’s it,” he spits, grabbing your shirt collar. “Bastard.” The insult is punctuated by a harsh thud, which you realize moments later to be the sound of your head hitting the ground. Your vision is spiraling and blurring as his hands move to your throat. You immediately try to push him off.

Suddenly a bright light flashes before your eyes, and your father is staring down at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes fall to something near your side and you follow his gaze, remembering the knife that is still lodged into the ground. In his enraged fervor, the killer hasn’t seemed to notice it. It’s nearly right in front of him—you’ll have to be very quick to grab it. Your vision is practically pulsing at this point, but even through the blurriness, you can see Billy Loomis’ twisted grin.

Ghostface brutally tightens his grip on your throat and rips the air from your lungs. You’re writhing and thrashing against him, but his hold is strong and unflinching. You don’t have much time, so you make a grab for the knife and manage to free it from the floorboards. It clatters to the ground and suddenly, both you and Ghostface are reaching for the weapon. With a stretch that sends bolts of pain down your forearm, you manage to clasp the knife first—and you don’t hesitate to bury it into Ghostface’s neck. His hands fall from your neck and you frantically inhale, coughing and choking as you push yourself to your knees. Saliva falls from your lips and you wipe at it with your free hand, before focusing your attention on Ghostface once more. He’s sprawled on the ground before you, clasping at his neck in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. But blood is positively oozing out of him, and his form promptly slackens. 

You’re still not convinced. Doesn’t the killer always miraculously lurch forward at the last moment, when the victim thinks they’re dead? You decide you’d rather not test that theory, and settle for yanking the knife back out of his neck. The blood loss will kill him, if he isn’t already dead. 

After a few more moments staring down at Ghostface and contemplating your next move, you grab at his wrist and feel for a pulse. There’s nothing—a notion further punctuated by the way his arm promptly crashes to the floor when you release it. Your attacker is dead. 

The adrenaline that kept you alive begins to fade, leaving you with a bone-deep ache and a stinging sensation in your side. The knife slips from your grasp and falls to the floor with a deafening clatter. Ghostface’s blood is pooling beneath him, and your hands are painted crimson with it. You’re shaking extremely hard, your chest burning from your near suffocation only moments prior. Your equilibrium is all off, and you’re forced to watch from an outsider’s perspective as the world sways and tilts to the side as you fall back down to the ground. Shadows are crawling across the room; when you blink, you see black boots on the ground next to you. Your father crouches down and stares at you, his expression unreadable through your foggy vision. He almost looks to be resisting the urge to reach out to you. A tear crawls down your cheek as you hear sirens in the distance. 

“Well done.” Billy Loomis says, his voice reverberating through your ears. He crouches down even more, until he’s sitting next to you. With ghosts for company and pain stitching your body together, your vision quickly fades to black. 

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[hansslut]

meddle about ⋆🪽

҂ summary: you just found out that your boyfriend, nat, has been insecure about his t-cock, so you make sure to reassure him <3

҂ warnings: sub!transmasc!nat x soft switch!fem!reader ?, oral ( m receiving ) , nat calling reader 'mama' and reader calling nat nattie, fingering?fingerjob? ( m receiving )

҂ a/n: im actually so worried ppl aren't gonna like this but uhm...hope u do!!! also not proofread :0

nat's pretty whimpers could be heard throughout the whole apartment as you sucked on his neck, littering it with hickeys.

"sound so adorable baby" you muttered against his skin, licking the bites you left on his neck before noticing him grinding against your knee.

smirking, you jerked your knee up, causing him to clutch on your shoulders and moan. "need my help nattie?" you asked quietly, keeping your hands on his hips while giving a sweet smile.

"i-i don't know..what if..what if you think it's ugly or- dunno mama, what if you don't wanna be with me after" nat said with a small pout on his lips, looking down to play with his fingers nervously.

you immediately shook your head and caressed his cheek with a concerned look. "you know i'd never think or do something like that,right? i think every inch of you is beautiful nattie, you're beautiful" you peppered some kisses on his cheeks and shoulders before looking up at him. "gonna let mama prove that?" waiting for him to think of his answer, and as soon as he said yes, you got down on your knees.

hooking your fingers in his pants and boxers, you pulled them down together and spread open his legs, kissing his thighs. "so pretty" you caressed his skin before placing a kiss on his throbbing cock.

his fingers instantly found it's way into your hair, thrusting his hips up into your touch, feeling your warm tongue on him. "f-feels so good" nat moaned, arching his back.

as you saw how his body reacted to your touch, you decided to take more of him in your mouth and started sucking harder, causing his body to shudder and your name to fall from his lips multiple times.

"pleasepleaseplease m so close please it hurts" nat begged and begged again, tugging on your hair and grinding on your face, chasing his high as you looked up at him with doe eyes, your mouth still working on his cock. "s gonna be okay angel" you said before putting your mouth to work again, your fingers circling his entrance for a bit before entering him.

whines and moans leaving his pretty lips that were swollen from how hard he was trying to contain his moans by biting them, his hips twitching as you pumped your fingers in and out of him. "you're fucking soaked" groans leaving your mouth as you felt how wet he is.

"be a good boy and cum for me, hm?s okay, im here" you said while still thrusting your fingers, finding his g-spot and hitting it repeatedly as your tongue went back to giving his cock kitten licks.

at your words and the way your fingers felt in him, he came with a loud scream of your name, holding onto the couch's arm for stability as he reached his climax.

still keeping your fingers inside of him to help him ride out his high, you gave him a sweet smile and a kiss on his thigh. "you did so good for me baby" you said as you pulled out, leaving him whimpering and feeling empty, but nonetheless grateful for you. "thank you mama" he said with a pout again that soon turned into a small smile as he bent down and pecked your lips.

"now how about we take a nice warm shower and after im gonna cook us something to eat, hm? would you like that?" you smiled at him and got up from being on your knees, stretching your hand out for him to take as he nodded.

[voxboxturnedghost]

AHHH, oh my god those Lucifer pegging headcanons were absolutely SCRUMPTIOUS (Same anon btw, hi!!) absolutely adored them. He’s been rotting in my brain since he first showed up on screen my goodness, anyway!! I have so many dirty thoughts about him, how about Lucifer smut with reader who’s been edging the poor baby for hours and he’s all whiny and needy and pathetic and begging for his mommy to let him cum like the needy little slut he is :(, thank youuu!! - 🪲

Lucifer x Transmasc reader

warnings: edging. degradation + praise. lucifer is a sub, power bottom at best. he's a whiny baby (but we love it). pegging. mention of selling his soul.

Here he was, the big bad King of Hell himself, writhing beneath you, his chest arching up against yours as he whined pitifully.

"Awh. Poor baby." you feigned pity at the state Lucifer was currently in, pouting mockingly.

It had been hours. So many long, excruciating hours, of being brought right up to that edge, right on the precipice of ecstasy, only for all of the sensations to stop and send Lucifer tumbling back down the way he came. Each time he was brought back down from his near-release, his body began to ache more and more. His nerves were on fire, aching, begging, screaming for the orgasm he craved so badly. His eyes bubbled with tears as his lower lip trembled, whining and groaning about how "Please, please I can't- I need you to- fuck, please."

His tip was beginning to blush slightly red as drops of precum began to dribble down the length of his dick, not only was his body being stimulated by your hand around his cock, but also by your strap inside him, your hips alternating back and forth between a rough, quick pace that knocked the breath from his lungs, and an oh so slow pace that had him squirming with the need for more.

His pale skin was now marked with hickeys and bites, not only an expression of love, but a display of dominance, of possessiveness. Each kiss you pressed gently to his skin had him pulling such a sweet face for you, an expression so fucking pathetic yet so cute, like a puppy begging for a treat. You knew exactly what he wanted, and would you give it to him? That was for you to know and him to find out.

"Does it feel good?" You asked. He nodded frantically, failing to even speak through his pants and cries of pleasure. That wasn't good enough for you. Your pace became agonisingly slow, and he could feel your strap slowly caressing every sensitive spot inside of him. It was practically torture. "I need words, Luci." you said, your voice softening to a whisper as you used the sweet nickname you knew he loved, even if he wouldn't admit it. "Come on. Be a good boy for me, yeah?" you coaxed him, enough for him to force out the words you were looking for.

"Yes! Fuck- it- it feels good." He answered. He was almost immediately met with a harsh slam of your hips against his ass, your strap filling him so deliciously that it had him clawing at the sheets beneath him. As you began to fuck into him fast enough to leave him breathless, your hand matched its speed, jerking him off with a somewhat sadistic grin across your face.

Your lips crashed together, with you feeling the vibrations of his desperate voice against your skin. The kiss was fuelled by passion, and lust. This kind of affection was enough to have Lucifer melting beneath you, whining against your lips.

"So whiny, baby. Whats'a matter? Wanna cum, is that it?" you grinned like a cheshire cat at your question, hearing him cry out in response.

"Yes! Please!"

"Hm... I dunno, sweetheart. How about we make a deal?" You asked, before your voice dropped to a sinister whisper as you leaned in, close enough for him to feel your breath on his ear. "For your soul." you said. The gasp you pulled from his lips was almost comical, and you couldn't help but chuckle meanly as you caressed his cheek. "I was only joking, sweet face, but... do you like the sound of that? Me owning your soul? You being my pretty toy for all eternity? Hm?" Your teasing was no doubt getting him riled up, evident in the look in his eyes - that look of arousal on his face.

You then noticed something, the way he gripped the sheets slightly tighter, his breath hitching in his throat, and the way his legs began to tighten around your waist. He was getting close. Again.

"Beg." you commanded.

Almost immediately, Lucifer began to cry out, his voice frantic with desperation.

"Please! I need you to- keep going! I'll be a good boy, so please!- Fuck! Don't stop!"

His begging seemed to appease your inner sadist, especially seeing the tears in his eyes, that rolled down his previously pale cheeks, now turned red with the heat of your passion.

"Suuuuch a good boy." you praised as your hips kept their brutal speed, pushing him closer and closer to his long-awaited orgasm.

When it finally came, when he finally came, it was almost like he was seeing Heaven. (pun intended)

His body trembled as his jaw dropped, an unholy wail of a moan leaving his lips at the pure bliss that was like lightning, striking across every nerve in his body. His back arched as his cum squirted into a mess over his stomach, poor baby definitely was denied so much, but now he was getting exactly what he wanted. A string of blasphemous curses followed his orgasm, as his eyes screwed shut tight. His voice was loud and unashamed, just the way you wanted it to be. His aching cock was finally getting relief, as you used your hand to milk it of all he had.

The aftershocks of his orgasm left Lucifer quaking beneath you, his mouth hanging open, not only in awe, but also out of exhaustion. You couldn't help but chuckle as you placed gentle kisses over his neck, and jaw.

"You did so good for me, sweetheart. You're my good boy, aren't you?" You praised him, receiving only a soft whine in reply as you pulled your strap from inside him.

"My poor good boy just be so tired out after that. Let's get you all cleaned up." you told him, voice now losing all of its sadism as you carefully held his cheek in your hand, caressing it with your thumb.

You knew this would definitely become a more regular occurrence, the look on his face driving you wild, it was too good to give up any time soon. Lucifer seemed to notice this, and honestly? He couldn't say he was opposed to the idea. After being edged for so long, his orgasm had felt 10 times more powerful than any regular orgasm, and he knew it would become a feeling he'd be craving again very soon.

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AND THATS IT

(that was hot if i do say so myself)

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY FOR YOU ANON TY FOR THE REQUEST

[brightbertalt]

also not to be horny on main (which i am going to be in just a sec) but could i request some nsfw headcanons for either a best friends who fuck and there's a lot of tension for hobie x a transmasc reader? (could have hobie being in a band and reader not being in his band and just attending their concerts and stuff might happen backstage who knows! and they could both be nonbinary he/they users i'm just suggesting stuff rn!) completely fine if you're not up for it and again gosh tons of love towards your writing and i hope u have a great day/night/morning/afternoon/wtv time of the day it is when you're reading this <3

love u spoinklo ❤️❤️❤️ i will try my best, as someone who loves presenting as femme 99% of the timez and does not know them gender identity so I hope u love this!!!!

hobie brown x transmasc!reader

everyone knew you two were friends

even then, you two hung out a great amount

you two would hang out alone, like a lot

no one knew quite why

surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, hobie has a high libido

often times, he’s just say, “me and y/n gotta head out. new anomaly.”

the new anomaly was in his pants

I’m sorry I really needed to make that joke anyways—

that was your cue to say goodbye, and follow him to wherever he see fit, which was usually a closet or the bathroom

“c’mon, just— aah, fuckfuckfuck-“

usually in public, he just wanted a quick bj

alone? oh lord,,,,

“c’mon handsome, you’ve taken it before. do it.”

he can be a real asshole sometimes

i also wanna say that he’d top like 105% of the time

he can get pretty aggressive, and loves having you with your head in the pillows, screaming

“yeah? you like me that much? go ahead, let ‘em know.”

forget it when it’s after one of his gigs OH LORD

you’ll always be backstage, waiting for him

when he comes off he’s sweaty and 100% adrenaline

“you’re here? good. waitin’ here like a good little pet. you’re like a damn dog.”

he’ll just pin you up against the wall like UUUGH

lift your legs up and just MMMMMMMM

you won’t be walking tomorrow

also here’s a song that I think fits the situation

[twistedwonderworm]

How about an octavinelle reader doing work from behind the bar in the monstro lounge cause idias eating him out? I'm chill with transmasc and cis

Oh my God I'm so sorry it took this long. I'm finally getting back on track since I just got my internet back on.

Hidden (TWST NSFW)

Warnings: Public sex, slight exhibitionism, rimming, overstimulation

Word count: 559

Pairing: Idia Shroud x M!reader

🎮🎮🎮🎮🎮

Y/N thought he was doing well all things considered. His legs were shaking, barely able to keep him up, but no one could see that from the other side of the counter. Well, unless they were tall and decided to lean over on the counter.

It was Y/N’s turn to work the bar of the lounge, and his normally shy boyfriend Idia decided he wanted to take advantage of this. He was behind the counter as well, nearly huddled between his lover’s legs as he ate his partner out. With how long they had been together and been doing this type of thing, Idia’s tongue was skilled and knew just where all his sweet spots were. And behind closed doors, the gamer definitely knew how to make his boyfriend weak in the legs.

"Are you alright there, Y/N?" Jade asked, walking closer. "You look like you're feeling unwell."

Y/N swore under his and nodded, hoping that Jade wouldn't get close enough to see Idia. He was definitely tall enough to.

"I'm okay," Y/N answered, biting his tongue a little too hard when he felt Idia's tongue swirl around him in just the way he liked. "Just a little tired. I can hold out a little longer." He cleared his throat to cover up a moan as Idia kept fucking him with his tongue. Holy shit, that little nerd was going to make him come undone in front of Jade!

Y/N's grip tightened on the counter, his legs shaking even more under Idia's ministrations, "So is there any way that I can help you, Jade? Or are you just worried about me?"

The merman grinned and shook his head, "Just the worried part. Just wanted to make sure you weren't sick or under… distress…" Jade's unsettling grin made Y/N's skin prickle. It was like… he knew more than he was letting on.. Did he know what was happening right now? He wasn't close enough to the counter to see anything of Idia so how did he?

With a bit of horror and a sick glee, Y/N realized that he was getting really close now with how much effort Idia was putting into pleasuring him. His knuckles turned white as his grip on the counter tightened even more. Oh dear, this would be bad…

At the last second, Azul called for Jade, and the eel thankfully looked away from the counter to see what the octo mer wanted, "Don't get into any trouble, little one~" Jade purred before walking away. With no one else currently around, Y/N was finally able to relax right before his orgasm crashed over him. His vision went white, and he bit into his fist to keep from screaming. That orgasm has been the most intense one he has ever had but once he recovered, he realized that Idia's tongue hadn't stopped. He whined and looked down at him.

The Ignihyde housewarden grinned at him sadistically, "Oh you're not done, love. I know you can give me more than one~" then he went back to eating his partner out as if Y/N was his favorite meal.

Y/N whined at the overstimulation, his hips rocking pathetically, not knowing if he wanted it to stop or if he wanted more. Tonight was going to be hard for him.