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Why can't I have male x hanzo and mcree I hate reading female reader for stories sometimes don't get me wrong some are good but not good when I want to be a small tiny buff ish man but the story won't allow that.

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Hey guys sorry I’ve been gone for so long highschool been rough metal health gone down the drain after a few break ups that were toxic and eneded badly and drama but for the most part I’m happy to have you guys and I will be getting back into my habits :)

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So this was somewhat requested by @al3x-y and motivated me to write this story about my post where Fell Bitty Sans is left in a box on the street. Here is the image.

Alright, GN!READER will be in this story and me as well, so let's begin. My trans name is Michael, not to confuse anyone.

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You walked around a pretty nasty street trash scattered around the road, slowly chipping away. You followed a Bitty website that said there was a Bitty for sale many people where going to see that Bitty You had to quickly clock out of work in order to get there before to many Bitty obsessed people got there "When did your Bitty shit apply to me?" Michael questioned,"Just now, and I need you to hold that duffle a little bit like you care. " You snap. Michael grumbles and throws the duffle bag over his shoulder a little better. You smile and quicken your pace, You swiftly turn the corner and see the Bitty auction going on many MANY people raising their money in the air and trying to get...ONE BITTY! You groaned,but still it was a Bitty and it look...very weak like it wasn't being taken care of properly Michael had a look of sad in his eyes for a minute before handing You the dufflebag and floated through the busy crowd You groand and waited behind as yourself didn't want to start a fight or anything to cause a commotion You heard people yell and shout "Sounds like a fucking riot-" Before you finished your sentence a brick hit your head you screamed in pain no one stopping to see if you were okay not even Michael.......

You frantically screamed Michael's name before You were picked up by a floating humanoid person which you had recognized as Michael but with bits of blood on his clothes You opened your mouth to say something but Michael stop you "everything went well the bag and everything in one piece now let's get out of here and take care of you at home" he said while carefully picking you up and walking away "did you get the Bitty?..." You quietly ask not see the Bitty since the fight ended Michael cleared his throat "yeah the Bitty is in the bag looks like the person selling it gave the Bitty some drugs making it pass out and have little to no memory of what the "owners" did to the Bitty..." Michael said, approaching Your apartment he then opend the apartment door and set you down on the couch and start to take everything out of the bag You turned your head only to see that the Bitty was most definitely drugged you wanted to cry right on the spot but you held back. Michael could tell by the way that you look you wanted to cry on someone shoulder and he knew that feeling all to well he put his focus back onto the Bitty and getting it all settle into the apartment after that is done he walks to you seeing you wipe some tears that have fallen lose from your eyes he felt the pain you felt for the Bitty he sighed and gave you hug allowing you to either pull away or fully hug him and then seconds later you find yourself crying into Michael shoulder you hated the way that this town has treated Bitty for the bast 5 years you’ve tried to help as many Bittys as possible but you were either to late or the Bitty was far from alive and this is the only time that you have succeeded in taking a Bitty that isn’t….dead or you were to late you had so many mixed emotions you didn’t know what to feel the Bitty start to awake for it drugged slumber you want to get up and cheer but right now your head hurt and you didn’t want to scare the bitty anymore then it already is.

"So you're telling me cops can just come into YOUR apartment and say that YOU are an unfit parent WHEN THERE ARE LITTERL ABUSTIVE BITTY OWNER THAT THEY DONT TAKE CARE OF AND THE BLACK BITTY MARKET THAT THEY ARENT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT GOD FUCKING STUIPD SOCI-" Michael was furious You had explained this becasue cop would come to your house often but you knew some abusive Bitty owners that's the cops didnt arrest or do anything about "Yeah...i can't do anything about it no one can do anything the police are just to ignorant and stupid little twats." You explained the bitty had woke up a little while ago the Bitty was missing and the bitty goes by Fell or Red for what he had told you "Them cops are fuckers they ain't gonna ever change..." Fell mumbled You cradled Red in your hands he had been shivering for quiet a while and rolling him up into a little tiny blanket like a burrito was the best and fastest way you could warm him up without him losing heat in your hands. You had some left over bitty clothes from your pervious attempts Michael had finally calmed down enough to make some food for the three of you and it was something simple just some noodles, Alfredo chicken, broccoli bits, carrots, and some chopped up onions and plated the ingredients together for You, Michael, and Red. The three of you started eating dinner that was prepared by Michael, and by the food gods, was it good.

You starts to worry it was around 9:00 a'clock and Fell haven't fallen asleep he was shivering You gave him a heated weighted blanket it was pretty warm by your standards but he was still shivering. You started to think that Feel was starting to dislike his stay at your apartment Michael knew what the problem was but You being the stubborn ass you were wanted to figure out the problem without cause any more damage to the problem then there already is Michael has floated over to you and leaned close to you "he has separation problem you fucking idiot he terrified that he'll get taken by thises drug hobos again moves his little DIY bed to your bed I'll be there in a minute" he mumbled to you and floated back to the kitchen to gather some things You sighed of relief and slowly and carefully picked up Red and his mini DIY bed and walked up the stairs Fell had curled up to your neck his shaking had stop almsot immediately he had some little rubber ducky PJ'S on he tryed to bites you when you try putting them on him at first but then he slowly leaned into the design of thr PJ and realized they weren't to bad to sleep in you opened your bedroom door and had layed Red and his blanket and pillow onto your bed his DIY on your dresser you curled up onto the bed securing Fell by cupping his backside with your hand making sire he wouldn't fall off the bed Michael soon came up to the bedroom with his ha dmade Link sword....-

"Michael put that fucking thing away!"

"Y/n- it to insure that Red feels safe!"

"Your motherfucking Goblin of shit"

"Look at him!"

*Red eyes are sparkling*

"Michael if you put that in the bed I'm going to make you sleep in the closet"

"Don't be harsh darling"

"Red- *pinches his cute chubby cheeks* your so fucking adorble"

*Red growls with cuteness"

With the conversation coming to a close the three of you settle into the bed and fall asleep the only reason that you and Michael share a bed is because well Michael dosent live with you he has his own place but he mostly stays at your place is refuses to place a mattress on the floor or in the gues bedroom that's still needs remodeling.

And that's the end folks sorry the the long wait and the username change and such but I need a new style I'm working on other fandom story's and such that will be coming out if you want more of this story please like and religion for more but I will be intending to do a part 2 thank you everyone who has like the first post of this.

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collaring headcanons ; sinclair brothers (18+)

kinktober day twenty two extra

pairing ; bo sinclair x gender neutral!reader, lester sinclair x gender neutral!reader, vincent sinclair x gender neutral!reader

note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

bo sinclair

bo is big on the possessive aspect of collaring and may even be the one to bring it up - especially if your relationship began with you as a captive

he’ll use a cheap, heavy dog collar for this and he’ll make sure to keep it as tight as he can without suffocating you

it’s leather and rough, worn with years of use, and it’ll have one of two things engraved on it depending on the ins and outs of your relationship

you’re either “good boy/girl/pet” or “property of bo sinclair”

either way the message is clear, but he’ll say that the choice is up to you

lester sinclair

lester wouldn’t be aware of the concept of collaring a partner until you bring it up in a conversation that left him both terribly flustered and with the realisation that he may not be as traditional as he thought floating through his mind

he’d take you with him when he goes to buy you a collar, taking you around various shops in the nearest towns to ambrose and trying his best to make sure that it’s perfect for you

and if you can’t find it elsewhere? well he’s not above going to vincent and asking him to make one

by the end of the affair, you’ll have the perfect collar for you: made in your favourite colour, adjusted to your desired thickness/weight and engraved with whatever it is that you want

vincent sinclair

vincent strikes me as the quietly kinky type - someone who is well versed in bdsm ideas but never thought he’d have the opportunity to express those desires because of his lifestyle and appearance

so if you were the one to propose the involvement of a collar, he’d be more than thrilled at the idea - determined to craft the perfect accessory for you, perfectly matching your every desire and whim

he’d go through dozens of drafts before creating the first pass, then repeating that process for the second and third and fourth - showing it to you each time and making careful note of your suggestions and observations before getting back to work

but all of those all-nighters and weeks of work are worth it when he finally sees you wearing the perfected collar he made for you - he can barely bring himself to look away the first time he sees you, openly admiring you and signing enough earnest compliments to leave you terribly flustered

in fact, he loves the sight so much that he’ll take it upon himself to hand craft you a collection of collars - each made to your proportions and taste and each worn at least once during a more intimate moment

bonus points if you ask for one that brands you as belonging to him in one way or another

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Kinda ironic considering the people that think trans rights are an elite anglo invention

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I don’t know if you’re taking requests, so forgive me if I’m bothering you, but I would love if you drew Jason and Bubba hanging out and being besties. Your style is super cute!

You’re not bothering me at all, Anon! Here they are appreciating Bubba’s clutch of chicks (he’s been rearing them himself!):

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Luda Hewitt kissing her big baby boy on the cheek

Alrighty:

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I very much adore how you draw Thomas Hewitt! It honestly gives me a happy boost every time seeing him in your style. If you want, could you draw him wrapped in a blanket? Thank you, thank you so much.

Thank you so much, Anon ❤️ Swaddled for your convenience:

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Bunch’a fucking ingrates (Tommy excluded)

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Texas chainsaw massacre slashers with a trans boyfriend

Warnings: NSFW, discussion of the female body, dysforica, Canon typical violence, fluff

I'm tagging @maxthompsonjrmalewife because I made reference to there work!:)

Drayton sawyer

Gay panic -> that's it the moment Nubbins brings you in -> I feel like his brothers see this reaction and decide to keep you alive

His such a simp for you, he just loves his boyfriend so much!!

He will never misgender you but he doesn't 100% understand being trans so you might have to explain it

His very responsible so he will always know how long you've Been binding and after care for taping his on it!

His so sweet when you need to do injections he'll coo at you and call you handsome -> he mainly calls you pretty boy or baby boy

Nsfw

His brain shuts down whenever you initiate something -> he has a pretty low sex drive but w his boyfriend doing hormons he probably gets more action then he ever has

Calls you a minx for distracting him from the saw but God your lips feel so good around his cock

He doesn't care If he tops or bottoms as long as you are both having a good time

He gets riled up whenever your walk around in your boxes and a binder - checks you out and can't help wanna fuck on the kitchen table or while his cooking

Chop top sawyer

His loves his trans bf soo much! finds it so hot -> I generally believe chop loves people who are different, unique and unapologetically themselves!

He isn't good at remembering when you starting binding

His pretty good with trans inclusive language

Loves giving you pride pins and stuff

Also shows you off to victims -> lord have mercy if you get misgendered at all in this house all the Sawyers won't have it.

He absolutely loves helping you with injections he probably did some first aid in the war so his pretty good at it -> gives you a kiss everytime it's finnished

If you use Gel this guys a pain he'll always wanna grope you so he gets excess GEL on him and doesn't see the issue

If you ever get dysforia he likes to nest in your shared room with music and lots of cuddles for you! Telling you how handsome you are and how much he loves you

He gets so excited whenever there's development in your transition!

Totally write songs about you being the prettiest boy everr

NSFW Headcannons

Chop loves the contrast between your masculine and Feminine traits

Loves your T dick sooo much! This man would suck you off everyday if he could -> somedays he won't let you leave the beg until your crying and begging from Cummings so much

He a top, and prefers fucking you but as long as his cocks in you he doesn't care who's more Dom or submissive

Loves loves loves cockwarming you, your so warm and wet and your little cocks begging for him to touch it!

Loves if you get more horny when on T -> y'all are fucking like rabbits and he loves every second of it -> bends you over every table and fucks you silly

If you get morning wood omfg this man will gladly give you head of a morning -> infact he will beg to please morsel can he? Your so hard and he just wants to taste you

Nubbins sawyer

This man's so feral for you and is a Stuttering mess

Loves taking photos of you -> loves documenting your transition!!

He becomes a mess everytime you do something 'masculine' -> his attracted to masculinity so if you pick up something heavy or him his a mess!

He can't help you with injections because his hands shake alot -> he does however old ur hand and give you a lil kiss. "No Nubbins you can't have any Gel" -> "No what why are you trying to eat it?!"

His fave part of you is your arms like doesn't matter if they're skinny, muscular or plump he loves them -> loves being held by his boyfriend

He steals all your clothes!!

If you get dysforia he'll drag you off to the house and coo at you -> does all your chores and gets you whatever you need

I feel like all the Sawyer siblings gender you correctly and it's such a safe place for you! No one bat's an eye when you take your shirt off or your not binding -> your a men to all of them and they love you dearly

NSFW Headcannons

He doesn't care If his top or bottom -> nor does he care of him domming or subbing definition of a switch

Regardless of if his fucking you his a moaning mess

If his in a more dominant mood he loves you sucking his dick so much, you look so handsome on your knees for him

He loves you dominating him, his a good boy and you make him feel so good

He totally calls you daddy you can't change my mind

Loves your ass so much! Will bite it and lives fucking you from behind it's such a pretty view can't help but whine and cum over and over

Bubba sawyer

You being trans most likely saves your life -> bubba found someone like them!!

T4T relationship 🥰

They let you wear any of they're clothes!

He adores his trans partner! Feels so connected and comfortable w you like you understand them!

They're very good at helping with shots and aren't a pain in the ass when it comes to Gel like there brothers

Squeals when there's developments in your transition and gives you the biggest bear hug!

I saw a headcannon about this here it is and the artwork (not mine someone else's but it's sooo good!!) That Thomas and Bubba will make binders out of human skin for they're trans S/O and yeah that is cannon idc what anyone says it's cannon

Of you get dysforus bubba gives you one of there shirts -> it's baggy and makes a great dysforia jumper! They will pull you into there lap and run circles on your thighs your so handsome! They just wanna make you feel better!

Loves when you do a stereotypical boyfriend thing to them like bringing flowers! It's so gender affirming for you and them!

NSFW

They love your chest it doesn't matter what size, shape, small large or post surgery -> they'll love it and pamper your chest with kissed and hickies

Don't care If they're top or bottom but he is more submissive

Another one that loves your T dick -> they legit moan whenever they see it please say they can suck it? Please?

They're so gender reaffirming in bed! And always check on you it's soo cute

Please femininise them in bed they love it, makes them feel so pretty!

Loves when you fuck them -> they're such a slut for your cock it's not even funny

They're sex drive isn't to high but they love making there S/O cum so they have no problem with keeping up with you

They prefer slower more sensual sex -> it makes him feel so loved

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Hello, I want to see some Slashers with a femboy. the/they of the pronouns plis.

YES YES YES THATS WHAT IM TALKIN ABOUT THATS WHATS ITS ABOUT!! Femboy stuff is good stuff! But oh anonymous my loved friend pls why you never tell me what slashers to write😪 i know like 15 diffrent slashers that people adore idk which one YOU want!!!

Sfw, they/them, Request open

Slashers with femboy s/o

Billy Lenz

Looks female enough. Smash

Guy doenst care about their gender/sex, he has crush on any feminine looking person in 50meter radius

Secretly a femboy

Will steal s/o dresses cuz they look pretty

"Ha jokes on you my boyfriend is prettier than you girlfriend!"

They are mischievous together😈���

Brahms Heelshire

Sceptical at the start, never heard about or seen femboy. But if s/o is warm and kind person he eventually comes around the idea of femboy

Secretly a femboy too

S/o and brahms will paint eachother nails while shit talking Malcolm. They share tea and nail paints

Loves eye liner! On s/o and himself

Micheal Myers

Idc looks feminine enough

Guy loves people that don't fit in 'social norms'

So yeah he finds them very interesting

As far as s/o isn't yelling or has forced high pitched voice he vibes

Will pick them up if s/o has some goofy ideas in mind

Myers is goog he treats people the same no matter the gender so no matter what s/o wears he loves them

Yautja

"Mate!! skirts aren't practical, pants are much better for huntin- what? It's to impress? Whom? Me!? I- oh little mate.."

Fuck gender normes this guy walks naked all the time

If it makes s/o happy then it makes yautja happy

He finds them cute and pretty 🥰🥰

Purrs and huffs of aproval

Approved👍

Asa Emory

Besite is too smart for all this nonsense. If anyone tries to be mean he gonna go America style on them🦅🔫🇱🇷

Wanna new outfit? Just tell how much money you need you little butterfly

The prettiest bugs are the most fluffy and shiny ones! Look at moths for example, male moths have much more fluffy and colourful antenas!

Will give them headpats and be like "yeah sure bbg, i didnt sleep in 3days okay, here's my credit card, have fun imma go sleeb now"

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Novelty Mugs

Poly!Sinclairs x Hinge!GN!Reader

Surprise, one day two posts! Louisiana has some remarkable thunderstorms, and the Sinclairs have a family tradition. Consider this the cosmic balance to the angst I posted earlier, some delicious cozy fluff.

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No content warnings, just poly Sinclair cuddles. If you'd like your very own Louisiana thunderstorm to play while you read this, here is the one I listened to while I wrote it.

You were awakened by the loudest booming sound you’d ever heard. 

It shook the house.  It sent vibrations through the marrow in your bones.  It startled you so thoroughly awake that you nearly pissed yourself, heart rate skyrocketing, fight-or-flight response on a hair trigger.  And it continued, diminishing to a growl but not dissipating, hanging in the air like a threat. 

The dark of your room was disorienting and the fact that the sound persisted had every hair on your body standing on end. 

“Bo!” you called, fighting panic.  “Hey, Bo!” 

He burst through your door exactly three seconds later, wielding a baseball bat.  “Who’s gonna die?  What’s wrong, darlin’?” 

You were wide-eyed.  “Do you hear that sound?”  Your room lit up in a blinding violet-white flash.  The booming crescendoed again, and it hadn’t been a product of your sleep-addled mind:  the very frame of the house trembled. 

It was a thunderstorm, obviously, but in spite of yourself, you tensed up into a ball, pulling the covers up to your chin. 

Bo let the bat drop.  “What’s the matter, you never heard thunder before?” 

“Not like that!” 

“Huh.”  He grinned as the lighting flashed again.  “Welcome to Louisiana, darlin’.” 

You looked up at the roof.  “Is the house going to be okay?” 

“House’ll be fine.  I can’t believe this is your first thunderstorm with us.” 

“It’s so damn loud.” 

“Sure is.”  He mussed his hair.  “C’mon.  Let’s go sit on the porch.” 

“Are you insane?” 

“What, you gonna sleep?”  He had a point.  “C’mon.  Bring your blanket.  Betcha Les and Jonesy are already down there.” 

You slid out of bed, wrapping your favorite blanket around yourself, shoulders still tucked up to your ears.  Bo stood in the doorway and waited for you.  You put an arm around his back, wrapping him in the blanket along with you, and he led you down the hall. 

When he flicked the switch for the light above the stairs, nothing happened.  “Power’s out,” he said.  “Usually goes out in storms, ‘specially big ones.  We got a backup genny if we need it.  Watch your step.”  You let him get a few steps ahead of you, then put your hand on his shoulder to guide yourself down the stairs. 

The kitchen and living room were aglow with candles.  Vincent stepped out of the kitchen, no mask, hair loose and wavy in the humidity, wearing pajama pants and a victim’s college sweatshirt.  “Hey Vince,” you mumbled. 

“Someone's a thunderstorm virgin,” Bo said. 

You rolled your eyes.  “I’ve seen a thunderstorm before, I’m just – ”  The thunder clapped again and you flinched like you’d been struck.  “This is insane!” 

Vincent cracked a smile.  “I think it’s nice.” 

“I’m happy for you.”  You pulled your blanket over your head like a cloak. 

Bo put his arm around you.  “Let’s go watch.  Vince, you makin’ hot chocolate?”  His twin nodded.  “Perfect.”  He coaxed you to the front door.  A blast of warm, wet air made you squint when he pulled it open. 

“Bo….” 

“G’on.”  He took hold of your blanket and tugged you outside onto the porch.  Sure enough, Lester was curled up on the porch swing wrapped in a quilt, with Jonesy at his feet and a dim lantern beside her.  The dog lifted her head off her paws as you approached. 

“Hey, sweet pea,” Lester said.  “Did y’see the storm?” 

“Yeah, it’s literally impossible to miss.”  You crossed the porch to sit next to him, cringing prematurely when the lightning strobed. 

“What’sa matter?” 

“I don’t – ”  The thunder rumbled over you.  You pursed your lips in irritation.  “I don’t know about this!” 

Lester inched to his left to make room for Bo on your other side.  “What’s there to know about it?  It’s a big storm, we sit ‘n watch it.” 

“Watch it do what, tear the town apart?” 

“Sometimes,” Lester said, right as Bo said, “Not usually.” 

“I’m getting mixed signals.” 

“Sometimes we get a little floodin’ from the river down in town,” Lester said. 

“But not up here,” Bo added.  “We’re high up, darlin’, plenty safe.”  He put his arm around you and Lester leaned his head against yours. 

Remarkably, the porch stayed dry.  It was situated on the leeward side of the house, sheltered from the wind.  Even so, the windchimes hanging in the corner were jangling out of control. 

“That’s gotta stop or I’m gonna lose it,” Bo muttered.  He stood up and walked over, unhooked the chimes and set them down against the house. 

“Bo, you’re not wearing pants.  Aren’t you cold?” 

“Nah, feels good.”  He came back and sat down.  “You can sit in my lap if you’re so worried about it.”  You elbowed him through your blanket. 

Each flicker of lightning lit Ambrose up in shades of black and pale.  Between flashes, the sky glowed faintly with a sourceless purple light.  The trees were just barely darker in silhouette against it.  The thunder truly never ceased, merely rose and fell like the snoring of some immense beast.  The rain pounded in waves on the roof and it created a curtain of sound above and around you.  Sandwiched safe and warm between the eldest and youngest Sinclair, you had to admit, it was a sight to behold. 

Vincent stepped onto the porch holding two mismatched mugs, one patterned with a variety of fish and the other shaped like a mushroom. 

“Oh my god, Vincent, I’m so sorry, do you need help?”  You leaned forward.  He shook his head and handed you and Lester each a mug. 

“I want the mushroom,” Lester said.  You traded him. 

Vincent disappeared back inside and returned with two more mugs of hot chocolate.  He handed Bo the one with a chipmunk holding a wrench and wearing a shirt that said “I love nuts” and kept the hot pink “#girlboss” for himself. 

“Here,” you said, standing up unsteadily in your blanket cocoon.  “Take my spot.” 

“Where are you gonna sit?” Les asked. 

“On Vincent’s lap.” 

“Fuckin’ rude,” Bo said into his mug. 

Vincent sat in the middle and opened his arms for you.  You carefully positioned yourself in his lap and wormed your feet under Bo’s thigh to keep them warm. 

With your head leaned against Vincent’s chest, you sipped your cocoa and watched the gutter overflow in pretty patterns.  Bo pushed the swing gently back and forth with his foot on the ground.  The thunder was much less overwhelming when you were tucked so comfortably among family. 

Gradually the worst of the storm moved past the house, the lightning nearly ceasing altogether, the thunder reduced in volume to a gentle growl.  The rain continued with abandon as you sat in the darkness. 

The low, constant hum, the steady rocking, the warmth in your belly all conspired against you and before you knew it, you were nodding off in Vincent’s arms.  He took your mug, passed it to Bo, who set it on the ground. 

When the storm at last had all but faded, Vincent woke you with a string of kisses across your brow.  Sleepy, you stood and let him guide you inside.  

Someone had dragged the biggest mattress in the house to the middle of the living room floor and piled it with bedding.  Lester was dead asleep on the far side of the mattress, snoring, nothing but his hair peeking out from his blanket.  Bo sprawled beside him, staring at the ceiling with his arms behind his head. 

“We always used to sleep together during storms when we were kids,” he murmured.  “Figured you should get the full experience.” 

You sank onto the mattress and curled into his side.  “’S good,” you mumbled.  You felt Vincent’s weight behind you.  “I like storms.” 

“Hear that, Vin?  We got a convert.” 

You heard the puff of Vincent blowing out the last remaining candle, and with that, you slipped back into a warm and peaceful sleep. 

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König and Ghost (COD) with male!reader with big chest 🫡

Simon “Ghost” Riley and König x male reader

Headcanons

i just wanted to add this gif cuz it makes me go insane in the best way.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

-          Ghost loves your chest, he isn’t ashamed to admit it. Hes caught himself staring many times, especially when you wear t-shirts or tank tops that hug your torso just right.

-          Soaps had to elbow him once or twice because Ghost just is too busy staring at you, not just your chest but just you in general. The Scot always cackles loudly because this seems like the only time he can surprise Ghost.

-          He loves to sleep on your chest at night or just lay on it when you cuddle, he would definitely wrap his arms around your torso and just bury his face between your pecs. It’s his safespace hehe.

-          No one but the two of you know this of course, except Soap and probably Price, because he’s seen Ghost walk right into a doorframe because you walked into the room in a wet shirt.

-          they’re his stressballs, at times he just holds your pec in one hand as he scrolls his phone with the other, they’re just there so he grabs on.

-          Has and will throw hands with anyone who looks at your chest a little too long, that’s his to look at and his alone so he always stands in the way so people can’t peek.

 König

-          König is as much of a chest guy as the next one, he likes to lay with his head on your chest and just hold you.

-          He almost swoons when he realizes he needs both his hands to hold your pecs in his palms, he shivers and lets out a shaky breath if he can’t fit your whole pec in is hand.

-          Mans is secretly feral you can’t tell me otherwise, expect many bites and hickeys all over your chest and neck. He tends to be pretty anxious when there’s people around, but when its just the two of you he lets loose little by little.

-          Hes picked you up at least a few times so he can press his face into your chest and hold you close, you just chuckle and wrap your arms around his head and let him do his thing. He always peeks up at you from under his veil, so you lean down and kiss his fabric covered forehead.

-          No matter what König always looks at you like you’ve hung the stars, his eyes so soft and his pupils blown so big because you make his heart flutter, and your chest only fuels this hehe.

-          Hes as protective and possessive as Ghost honestly, though he doesn’t show it as obviously as Ghost. König is more the type to hover and glare, and using his height to intimidate and making people who a little too flirty back off.

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Ok but imagine CoD boys with a male reader who always wearing mask and has a burn scar?

Example of the burn scar

Cod boys

Headcanons

John Price

-          Price won’t say anything about your mask since he’s worked with Ghost for a while and knows how important that can be for people. He would know about your scarring though, as he’s seen your medical documents when he added you to his team.

-          When he sees your face for the first time he might make a slightly pained noise seeing the extent of your scar, but he wont say more than that. He would offer to help you find ways to patch up the scar though if you want it.

 Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-          I feel Gaz would be interested in why you wear a mask, but he’s also respectful enough not to ask as its not his business. It just becomes the norm that you wear a mask and that’s it, so he’s always confused why others are put off by your mask.

-          He probably sees your face on accident, or your mask is destroyed for some reason, and hed make a pained expression at your scar but quickly offer you something to cover your face up with again. Gaz wouldn’t bring it up, since it’s not really his place to ask.

 Simon “Ghost” Riley

-          Seeing as Ghost himself wears a mask at all times, he’s not the type of person to question why you wear yours or want to figure out what you look like underneath. He won’t treat you any differently because you wear a mask.

-          When he figures out why you wear a mask and see your scar for the first time, he will relate as he too has some horrible facial scars that he covers up with his balaclava. He wont comment about your scarring and still treat you with respect.

 John “Soap” MacTavish

-          Soap is intrigued with your mask and face the same way he is Ghost. He will crack jokes and try to catch glimpses of your face, never he will never actually try to force you to take the mask off, and if it makes you really uncomfortable he stops with the jokes.

-          The first time he sees your face he makes a comment about how that must have hurt, but then he treats you like he normally does since how you look doesn’t really matter to him or his opinion of you.

 Alejandro Vargas

-          Alejandro would be interested but wouldn’t ask or stare as its not unusual for people to wear masks in his line of work, he’s more interested in the story behind it than your face as there’s always some interesting story connected with covering up.

-          Seeing your scars would most likely be on accident, Alejandro having to take your mask off to check a wound or patch you up. At the moment he’s too busy making sure your alright to really look, and afterwards he won’t dig at the story of your scar, letting you decide if he is worthy of knowing.

 Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

-          Rudy reacts to you the same way he reacts to Ghost, that is, being a little on edge in the beginning but it quickly becomes the norm, and he doesn’t even truly realize you wear a mask anymore since he’s so used to seeing you with it.

-          Rudy would carefully ask if the scar hurts the first time he sees your face as it’s a pretty large and painful looking scar, as well as offering you something to make it hurt less if it does. He wont talk about it but he would start carrying the pain meds if you needed them, just in case.

 König

-          König understands wearing a mask so he never even questions you wearing your own, since you don’t ask about his. There would be some mutual respect between the both of you as you both feel safer in your masks, so your quick to lend the other a mask if their original one is destroyed.

-          When he sees your face for the first time he wont say anything and just offers you one of his spare veils, not wanting you to feel too exposed or paranoid about people seeing your face.

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Kinktober day 30

Brahms Heelshire + Breeding

Finally, almost done with kinktober. No proof reading on this one, because I could not be bothered lmao.

 Shoutout to Egg Anon for being so excited for this one, sorry for making you wait so long for it.

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Crying in the Sand | Poly! Lost Boys x plus sized!Reader

Summary: The Lost Boy’s mate has some old “friends” come to town. She wants to spend time with them without her boys but they end up destroying her self-esteem instead. The boys will not let them get away with it. 

Warnings: Sexual innuendos but no real sex scenes, cursing, blood, violence, fighting, body shaming, self-hatred, anxiety, shirtless men for some reason, nudity, strong language, bullying, adult bullying, reader is larger in clothes size than the boys but they don’t care, Marko being let loose. Everyone in the coven is dating everyone else. No Michael or Star or Laddie :(

David’s arm wrapped around her plush hip, pressing her into his side gently. The boys were acting rowdy as they walked the boardwalk, minus Dwayne who was loyally carrying her bags despite her protests. She had been holding off the entire night to tell them she wasn’t going to be hanging out with them the next night. They had a hard time allowing their mate to go anywhere without them, but she made them promise to allow her to have other friends. Which was hard to do as an adult who surrounds herself with scary biker boys with pretty hair. 

But old friends were good. They didn’t know her boys, they had no idea they existed since they were coming to California for vacation from her hometown. They were only passing through the next night and then they were off to try to get to Hollywood and Disneyland for the rest of their trip. She was sure she was a fleeting thought in their minds. They hadn’t contacted her since graduation and she mostly forgot about them until they got her phone number from her family.

“You alright?” Dwayne said. 

His voice was low, and had the depth of dark chocolate and the warmth of his leather jacket on a cold night like tonight. His knuckle brushed over her plush cheek, a forest fire against her cheek despite his deathly cold. David’s fingers dug into her side and the leader looked at Dwayne, mildly annoyed he noticed her thoughts before he did. 

“What’s wrong, princess?” 

She took a deep breath. Now or never. 

“My friends from high school called me last night. I guess they are flying into Santa Carla because the tickets were cheap,” she said. 

(Y/n) leaned into David a bit more, as if seeking physical support from him. He was the leader and protector, she thrived off of that. She liked feeling his protection and listening to his opinions. 

“They want to hang out. Go to some beach. Something less popular than–” 

She motions around them at the crowds and lights. 

“They only have a day to stretch their legs and they want to hit up the beach before they go to Disney,” 

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