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Can I request Belos x male alchemist reader who works for Belos and then Belos finds out that he’s human and they grow close 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 it’s based of my silly oc I love your writing so much

-Z

Thank you Z!! Hope I can do justice for your OC!

Belos x Male Human Alchemist!Reader

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Working for the Emperor was already quite the honour in itself, who wouldn't want to work for the messenger of the Titan?

Yet you didn't only work for the Emperor, you worked with him.

He frequented your lab often for classified work on his staff and the like. You had a lot of informative improvements to offer and occasionally you would advise him while he would add new features.

Your relationship had been strictly professional.

..Most of the time.

If you didn't count the nights that you two would spend laughing over a scout's mission that had gone wrong in the funniest way possible. The mornings were he would stumble into your lab, clearly not ready to start the day and you would have a drink prepared for him to help wake him.

Then yes, professionalism.

It was nice and would continue to be as long as no one found out about your secret.

There was no easy to disguise your humanity, you had tried illusions and concealing stones but the effects were temporary at best.

Yet you had finally been able to manage by hiding your ears with accessories and clothing. No one seemed to be asking questions so you continued to disguise yourself without issue.

Of course, things never go as planned do they?

Certainly not for you, perhaps the Titan had some vendetta against you that you didn't know about?

You try to recreate Titan's blood one time-

Regardless, you had another issue at hand as the Emperor had been sitting at your lab table way earlier in the morning than you had expected and you did not have your ears hidden.

You both remained in a long silence before you broke it with a yelp as your hands flew to your ears.

"You-" The Emperor stood from his seat. "You're a human."

With no clue what to do, you turn to run back towards the door in hopes of at least stalling the situation. You could hear Belos calling out to you as you shut the door to your room. It had been connected to the lab for convenience, but now you were beginning to see the problems with having both being so close.

Your mind was racing with ways to explain yourself, maybe you could say that it was a prank, maybe you could say it was a side effect of your work or maybe--

"Are you alright?" His voice came from the other side of the door and you froze.

After a sigh, you forced out a reply. "I- Yeah."

How were you supposed to address that?

You fell quiet so he tried to continue on. "Are you really human?" He asked again with a tone in his voice that you couldn't place.

The silence should have been telling enough but clearly he wanted a straight answer so you told him. You told him that you were a human and that you had been trying to hide it for so long, you didn't think that you would have slipped up like this.

You could have sworn you had heard a sigh of relief before he knocked on the door. "May I come in?"

With hesitation, you unlocked the door and he stood in front of you with a gentle smile. His hand lifted your chin to face him since you hadn't been able to make eye contact, worried about his reaction.

"Oh my dear.. we have much to discuss, you and I." Belos had looked at you with such adoration it had caught you completely off guard.

He took your hands and led you out to the lab to sit with him.

Things had changed drastically when he found out you were human and he told you that he was too.

Instead of Belos-- or now that he told you it was Philip, he would show up almost every day. Sometimes it was for improvements and other times it was just to see you.

He would bring you breakfast and just sit, talking with you. You wondered if he knew that you noticed the longing stares he would give you.

You were professionals, even when you had both fallen asleep on the couch in your room with your arms wrapped around eachother.

It was strictly professional.

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Glad your back! Could you do Belos x male wild witch who lives with eda and instead of eda getting taken he does?

Thank you very much!!

One Belos x male wild witch reader coming up!

Belos x Male Wild Witch!Reader

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You and the Owl Lady had made quite a name for yourselves across the Isles with your mischief and wild magic.

That also meant there was no shortage of coven scouts coming to take you in, it was something you and Eda had gotten quickly used to dealing with.

It was simply the life of the two most powerful witches on the Boiling Isles despite what the Emperor insisted on being called. You and Eda were an unstoppable duo and you wouldn't have it any other way.

The Emperor however, would.

One wrong move was all it took, it was what the Emperor had been waiting for with a watchful eye and an itchy trigger finger. The minute the opportunity arose to get one of you, he wasted no time taking it. It had almost been both of you, but you had stalled the scouts long enough for Eda to get away. Now you had a meeting awaiting you with a witch that wanted your head.

You were sure this would be fine.

How bad could it be?

Scouts came to grab you from the wagon they had you locked up in and you made sure to be as much of a problem as you could. If they wanted to take you to the Emperor, you were going to make sure every minute of it was hell.

They had finally wrangled you into the throne room, most of them worn out and damaged from the amount of kicks you had landed on them.

A rather frustrated scout spoke up. "Here he is, my Emperor."

The shit-eating grin you had on your face made the Emperor scowl underneath his mask as you were tossed into the room. The sound of your laughter had gone under his skin as he dismissed the scouts from the room.

You watched as he descended from his throne and walked up to crouch in front of you. "What's the matter, wanted me all for yourself?"

He sat silent as if he was searching for something, then he let out a low chuckle. "You are quite the slippery one, aren't you? I've spent a lot of time on you and the Owl Lady."

"Obsessed much?" You taunted him.

Belos made an unamused noise as he stood up, towering above you as you were on your knees. Even in a completely vulnerable state, you still had the air of confidence as if you were in total control and it drove him mad.

He squinted as his fingers clenched and relaxed, he had planned this in his mind over and over for the second he had one of you in his grasp.

What he would do, what he would say, yet now words were failing him at the sight of you. Why?

The Emperor took your chin in between his finger and his thumb, lifting your face to look at him. He commanded power and respect in any way he could get it and yet you refused him that. You mocked and ridiculed him, putting up a challenge for him.

A challenge.

What sort of hunter would he be if he turned from a challenge?

You had grown a little uncomfortable at his stare and silence, expecting him to do something. In hopes of breaking the quiet tension you spoke up again.

Your head moved forward as you gave him a look of pity as if he were the one at your feet. "Speechless, My Emperor?" The title of honour spoken with such blatant disrespect.

He fought the chill that shot up his spine at the sound of it on your tongue.

"Perhaps you are a rather appealing sight." The Emperor commented as he turned your head to the side.

..Huh?

You almost didn't believe what you heard as you blinked in confusion. Did the Emperor just say you were appealing? As in attractive? You couldn't have possibly heard him right. His mask moved closer to your face as he leaned down to your height. Now you could clearly see his eyes looking you over with a different intent than to toss you in the Conformatorium.

Why did you like it?

With an unsure chuckle you tried to continue your quips. "Careful getting too close, my wild magic is infectious."

"You are infectious, you rotten little thing. Plaguing my mind like a disease." He snapped back.

It was meant to sound threatening, but his words had meant something very different.

"The big and powerful Emperor flustered over me? No wonder you look like a mess, that must be killing you." You cooed.

His breath hitched as he released your chin and turned from you. You could see his fist clench behind his back as he tried to sort his thoughts. Belos hadn't expected this sort of interaction to unfold between you two and neither had you, yet here you were.

Was this flirting?

Titan, if Eda could see you now..

He looked back at you, his eyes glowing through his mask as he looked conflicted for a moment. The Emperor turned to face you, waving his hand at you and releasing your bonds. You shot a suspicious look at him as he simply folded his arms behind his back.

Belos began walking back to this throne to seat himself. "What a shame that the wild witch had used his wiles to escape my grasp."

You stood up and stretched out your arms, waiting for him to stop you, to pull some sort of ambush. He didn't move an inch, other than to lift his finger towards the door. You smirked as you turned to the door, stopping a moment to look back at him.

"What a shame indeed." You purred as you burst through the doors and sped down the hallways to the nearest window.

Hearing The Emperor bark out orders for your capture, knowing they lacked conviction. He wasn't what you thought at all, you were in no way considering a coven, but you were interested in seeing him again.

What was going on behind that gold plated mask of his?

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LISTEN WHEN YOU SAID THAT READER CALLED BELOS GENERAL MY MIND INSTANTLY WENT TO THIS:

Belos walking into the room the two of you share to find you on the bed laying down wearing his coat (the one he wore predominantly as Philip but it’s also seen in the S2 finale) with NOTHING on underneath and reader is just like “paint me like one of your French girls general”

Oh, wow, this one got me! This is a quick, rough drabble (heyyo!), that I popped off in the hour since this ask was sent (a whole hour?? For like five paragraphs. I'm punching) so it's Very Rough, please forgive. I hope you like it!! I'm picturing the Behilip we saw in the finale, but I guess this could apply to Twinkebane, too.

MDNI - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Hey, General." Your tone hits his ears and skips his brain, filtering out the words and skating down his spine like fingers. "I stole your colonizing outfit - I hope you don't mind."

The little snip slips right past him as he sees you laid out on the bed in his coat - the one you had bribed him into giving up for 'dry cleaning', even though it was already clean, thank you - as the desire focuses all of his attention on you. On your beautiful, naked skin showing through the open front, on your playful pose, laid out on your side, lounging amongst the pillows with your head propped on your fist, legs coquettishly crooked to show off the generous curves of your body, on the way the fabric swamps you, on the naughty little grin that is tugging at your lips, on your glittering eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry? Did you want it back? General?" Philip inhales, sharply, cock twitching. With a sumptuous sigh, you roll onto your back, stretching your arms above your head and arching deliciously, and then you settle, running your hands over your bare breasts, down your soft stomach, to your hips. His mouth goes dry. You glance at him. "I guess you'll have to take it off me."

"No, no - you can keep it," he says in his low purr, already stripping himself of his shirt. "It suits you." You laugh brightly, spreading your thighs as he comes to the foot of the bed to crawl between them. Philip kisses you deeply, and you hum against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, drawing your nails down his back to grab his ass through his trousers and squeeze. He pulls back just long enough to add, "Though, you should be careful not to let me catch you in it, unless you'd like to be pinned down and fucked senseless."

He grinds into you, already stiffening just from the sight of you, all his, in his coat, the friction and heat blazing off of your cunt getting him hard so fast that he feels a little light headed. You exhale through softly parted lips. Philip feels your hands come around his hips as you start to work at his belt.

"Sir, yes, sir."

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Bath Salts and Chapstick (Belos / F!Reader)

(A/N: Sorry this took so long! This is ~1,000 words more than my last couple fics so it took longer to write/edit. This was inspired by the chapstick jokes that people keep making about Belos and his crusty lips hehe. Also! Believe it or not, I found this glorious post after I started writing this and had to include Manbun!Belos. I also wanted to thank you guys for the requests! I’ve received quite a few over the past couple days and I’m going to try getting to them as soon as I can. I don’t know when exactly I’ll be able to post them so please be patient in the meantime <3) (P.S. before you come at me for the whole nightshirt thing, hush! Look at the man! He’s a crusty 400+ year old man from the 1600s. Can you imagine him wearing fuzzy pants and a t-shirt? 🤨 That’s a topic for another fic lol)

“Would you hold still!” she laughed. Contrary to his aged and tired appearance, trying to get the stubborn man to stay put was proving to be a whole ordeal. Of course, it also didn’t help that Belos had a good foot or two on her. Really, what did the man eat? Maybe it’s an effect of the palismans…

At the moment, the Emperor’s lover was trying to get the man to put on chapstick. As much as she loved Emperor Belos (and she did with her whole heart), he rarely took the time to take care of himself.

Belos was a busy man with a lot of work to do. With that work, he rarely had a moment to himself to take care of his appearance. His excuse (as he explained many times) typically went along the lines of: “you seem to forget, darling, that my court attire is centered around a mask,” he argued raising a brow and a questioning smirk, “so why would I need to worry about my hair when every inch of me is covered?”

And, of course, he made the same excuse today.

Keep reading

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Do Belos and reader have any particularly favorite names to be called by each other (whether it’s during sexy time or just sweet sfw)

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Hello, Anon!! Thank you for the ask!! :D 🖤 The reply is a little simple, and for this I apologize. ;-; I hope you enjoy it, anyhow!!

Belos calls you:

(My) Pretty girl/boy

(My) Precious (one/thing)

Beloved

(My) Darling (one)

(My) love

(My) pretty one

Pet

During sex specifically, he’s likely to add ‘little’ somewhere in there, or something else vaguely condescending, like: “My silly little pet” or “You sweet, brave girl/boy”. He’s also very liberal with his use of, “Good girl/boy.”

Depending on your personal preference, he’ll call you a slut or a whore, but I tend to write him as calling the reader that with lots of softening language, like, “Do you want to be my perfect little toy? My personal whore?” or “So lovely, on your knees for me; aren’t you a good little slut?"

Reader calls Belos:

Bibi (He was fucking you silly, and you got tongue tied between Belos/baby, and then it just stuck. He thinks it's very cute.)

Babe/babes/baby

(My) love

My one true love

My only mine

Baby-mine

Daddy

(My) (Pretty) blue-eyed boy/pretty blue eyes (The first time you called him that, he couldn't think for a smooth 15 seconds, and he blushed from his chin to his ears. Luckily, he was wearing the mask, so you didn't notice. Afterwards, he looked at his eyes in the mirror to try and see what you saw. And, occasionally, he'll catch his reflection, remember what you said, and think, 'Hm, I have pretty eyes. :)' And you’re still so casual about it when you call him that! He melts every time - metaphorically.)

You fucking jackass (always used to highlight his Duplicitous Motherfuckerarianism. Like, “Oh? What are you gonna do? Backstab me, you fucking jackass?”) Conceived while the two of you were playing Witch Monopoly for the first, and last, time, and dropped at least once every sequential game night. It gets heated, all in good fun! (Mostly.)

Captain Cringe (it's a bit, no you won't stop, yes it's still funny)

And, once you learn that his name is actually Philip, and he’s a Human Man who does hunt witches, or at least tries to:

Phil (only when you want to get a rise out of him)

Philp (also used to mildly push his buttons)

Flip (which is what you’re most likely to call him in mixed company) or Flipper (for which he is mercilessly bullied by anyone who overhears it.)

Pip 

Peeper (he would also be deeply bullied for this one.)

One time you called him ‘General’ in this smokey voice to razz him, and he did get an insta-boner. He’s trying his best to get you to call him that again, but for real and in the bedroom this time.

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If requests are open may I ask for winged reader smut? Like the reader has to deal with heat while being kidnapped pls

This is getting plugged into Google Docs later for a wordcount. As you can see, I ended up writing way more than I intended.

Edit: 2,206 words of me knowing too much about birds.

TWs: Yandere, obsession, implied kidnapping, captivity, references to a forced mating ritual, heat cycle (not ABO), preening, dubious consent, heavy mentions of feather plucking, smut, non specific mentions of a hole on Reader, multiple rounds, dom/sub, primal kink, marking, mating mentions, it's implied that Belos purposely induced the Reader's heat early.

It wasn't supposed to start so soon. The season is still a week away- they thought they had more time to prepare. Unfortunately, it seems that their "incident" with Belos has spurred on their hormones. They can feel the warmth creeping up on them first thing in the morning...they've never been happier that their captor?/lover?/mate? leaves them to sleep in on most days. Right now, as the arousal slowly spreads throughout their very being, they begin to panic.

"No, no no no- it wasn't supposed to start for another week! I shouldn't be going into heat this early! Titan, I can't let him see me like this!" The wings on their back feel dirty, like they need to be cleaned, but they just bathed yesterday. "F-fuck no, no I can just preen them myself! Yeah, that'll help...who am I kidding- I need to get this under control!"

They scramble out of bed, and even though their legs feel as if they'll fall out from under them, they make their way to the bath. A nice, cool bath should help. Running the water as cold as they can handle it, they impatiently wait for the large tub to fill. As much as they appreciate the nice little "birdbath" he had gifted them upon bringing them to their prison?/home?/nest?, it takes an awful long time to fill.

As they wait, they find their hands drifting towards their arousal. It's becoming too much, too soon, and Titan their feathers feel so damn dirty! It almost makes them want to pluck them out- no, they'll just have to find something else to focus on. While it's certainly not enough, not compared to his hands, stroking themselves seems to calm them down just enough to stop their wings from 'flipping'. Their grip on the edge of their bath is tight enough to make their knuckles white.

Ah, the water is ready! Finally, they can slip in and give themselves a proper cleaning. The cool water does help- unfortunately, it's not nearly enough for them in this state. With their wings partially submerged, however, they try and focus on making them feel less "dingy". It's a struggle to keep a gentle pace when all they want to do is rip those damned feathers out-

"Get a hold of yourself!" They curse, barely above a whisper.

Yes, if they can just finish cleaning, they'll be fine. It's just a little bit of preening, surely they can withhold their urge to pluck, pluck and rip those accursedly dingy feathers out-

"What in the name of the Titan are you doing, my dear?" Oh. What time is it? He usually doesn't come visit them until lunch- ah, they must have slept in egregiously late. "You're plucking...oh, my lovely bird, why didn't you send for me?"

Belos, who had been worried when he saw the disarray the bed had been left in, indeed came searching for his Darling to spend his lunch with. He didn't expect to find them trying to rip their own feathers from their roots, nor the way their pupils become blown out upon seeing him. His gaze softens as he gently pries their fingers away from the now-desheveled feather they were about to pluck out. They're very compliant in this moment, especially when compared to when he first brought them "home" after forcibly preening them. It's no wonder they're so frantic- they must be in heat! Belos chuckles kindly at this realization. His poor little bird...

"I apologize. If I had known your heat was going to start so early, I would have stayed and kept you company, dearest. Come, let me see your wings- they must feel so dirty, without your "mate" to preen them for you." They keen at this, melting in his hands as he turns them around for better access.

"M'sorry...I shouldn't have tried to pluck them out..." Defeated, needy and with their captor- no, their mate, they relax and let Belos work his fingers between their feathers. It feels so much better already. "Hmmm, r-right there..."

They're always adorable when he gets them to relax. Moments like these are all Belos ever wanted with them...and now that their heat is upon them, he can finally ensure that they're tied to him for good; after all, Red-tailed Hawks mate for life, as he's heard, and they won't dare leave him once he's laid claim to them. For now, though, he'll preen them until the urge to rip out their own feathers is completely gone.

"There's my bird...is that better? How are you feeling now?" As he finishes twirling the last of their feathers in his fingers, he lays a gentle kiss to the back of their neck, then their head. They've completely relaxed by now. "Will you be a good darling and let me dry you off?"

As they get up, the silence that falls between them worries Belos. He usually gets some kind of response by now, even a hum would do. No, instead they get up and let their wings stretch slightly, fanning their tail feathers out as they seemingly mull something over.

"Love?" He stands with them, readying a spell to dry their feathers off.

He's surprised when they turn to face him, pupils completely blown. Their hands cup his face. "My big strong mate..." Exiting the bath, the water soaking their feathers drips onto the floor. "...yes, why did I ever think you were a bad choice..." Oh, now they're mumbling their thoughts aloud. Belos knows they would normally never say these things to his face. "I wanna be good, so good, please make me be good..."

So now, he realizes, their heat is in full swing. He looks down at them softly; it seems all his hard work paid off. Now they're all his to take, for him to care for and love and fuck and claim- ah, it seems even he can't help himself. Seeing them so sweet, adoring and needy for him really is the icing on the cake of his life's work. Now that Belos's lovely hawk is starting to see the right path, it's only right to reward them.

Gently, tenderly, he leans down and kisses their plush lips. The way their wings wrap around him creates a shimmer of joy within him; despite the fact that they're still very much soaked, the gesture is not lost on him. "Before I take you...I need to hear it." He says as he pulls away. "Tell me...I want nothing but complete honesty, my love."

Without hesitation, they pull him into them and shakily thread their fingers through his hair. It's yet another surprise, but a welcome one, to hear: "I love you! Please please please, Philip, I love you so much! I can't stand it! I wanna be yours! Wanna fuck and mate and keep going until we pass out and do it all again- gonna be so good, a good and perfect mate for you!" Heavily panting, in desperate need of him, they hold his head to their chest and collapse to the cool tile floor in a big mess of wings and limbs. Between the kisses they plant on his head, they breathlessly proclaim their love for him, inadvertently feeding his ego and making him melt. "Love you, loveyousomuchicantwaitanymore-"

With a satisfied hum, Belos moves from their chest and ensnares them within his arms. "That's all I needed to hear, darling. You have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that to me. And to think...you were going to mate some lower-than-dirt witch...doesn't it feel good to know your true mate was able to find you before such a mistake was made? Ah, don't fret. I'll take such good care of you. Let's dry you off, first."

The spell he prepared is allowed to activate, drying his beloved as it travels upwards along their wings and tail feathers. A sigh of relief escapes them when he trails a hand down from their shoulders to their thighs. Not once today has their arousal faltered. How fortunate for them to have such an attentive mate, right?

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Straddling his leg, they grind down in hopes that the friction will provide some satisfaction. Belos is leaning against the headboard, his back supported by some of their pillows. He can't help but admire how flushed and shakey his darling is, so desperate for release that they're willing to do something as demeaning as humping his thigh. A sick satisfaction forms in him at this epiphany, that he could do anything he wants to them in this moment and they'll happily comply.

Taking their hips in his hands, he guides them to his weeping cock. While he would love to have them choke on it first...he knows that after this week, they'll be more than willing to do that of their own volition. For now, he has to make sure they know who they belong to. His beloved is stretched out enough from his earlier ministrations, lubricant dripping from the hole he's going to fuck thoroughly today, and likely through this entire week. Rubbing the tip against them drags a needy whimper from his lovely bird.

Wings draped lovingly along both of their sides and his, they support themselves with their hands on his waist before trying to take him in. He's big, they can tell, and it's all theirs. He's all theirs. Their strong mate, just theirs and only theirs, and he's taking such good care of them! How could they have been so blind? They can barely recall why they fought his love before this, but it doesn't matter; all that matters now is that he's here, ready to claim them as his and his alone.

Belos presses open-mouthed kisses along their collarbone as he pushes into them. It would be so easy to just sheathe himself in their body, but the reward for slowly inching his length in is so much sweeter: his darling, moaning sweetly at the slightest bit of friction, on the cusp of coming undone for him, by his hand...the sigh he was withholding releases as his cock sits fully within their walls. He can feel the tremble in their hands on his waist, where they grip him in hopes of staying grounded for just a little while longer.

"M-move...please, Ph-Philip move please I wanna feel you..." Oh, his lovely bird will be his end, won't they? Face flushed to their ears, sweat starting to form on their warm skin- they're a sight to behold, really.

Unable to deny them for long, he takes one of their hands off his waist to hold before bouncing them up just so. The guttural sound that he makes would have made him feel a little disappointed in himself...but the noise seems to make his lover instinctively submit, allowing him to hold their pliant form as he sets a rough pace. They've taken to resting their head in the crevice between his shoulder and neck, lazily mouthing at him between moans. Knowing it makes them all soft and limp, Belos allows himself to growl out some more, feeling no need to hide his more...well, he can't help the primal urges he gets around them. The grip he has on their hip is harsh, possibly bruising, but he knows they'll appreciate having those marks on their body.

Every time they cum, their feathers get more disheveled. Oh, they are a treat, he thinks as he inches toward his own release. It seems their heat makes them more prone to being overwhelmed, too- by the time he's close to his own release, his lovely dear is no longer able to even nip at his shoulder, instead panting with a look of absolute bliss on their face. Belos could get used to this...and, as he leans down to start mouthing at their neck, he feels them nearing their next orgasm along with him. "Just one more, dear! I'm so close- ha, yes, cum for me!"

They let out a tired moan as they unravel once more, in time for him to bite down into their skin and paint their insides with his spend. Belos can't help but ride out his own high by grinding them into him, keeping his teeth firmly planted in their shoulder. He can feel them shiver as his cum starts leaking out. Soon, he knows they'll be too exaughsted to stay awake for long, and he has to help them fix their messy feathers before then in order to further their mating bond...but for this moment, he just wants to enjoy feeling their chest against his, rising and falling with each breath while he worries the bite mark he's made until it's sure to scar over.

After all, he has the whole week with them- and he plans on using this to his advantage. Tampering with the temperature in their room and keeping them well fed seems to have done exactly what he intended it to do...he won't allow himself to feel guilty for inducing a slightly early heat, not when they're so grateful for his company.

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no brain

Only soft dom reader that likes praisinv hunter (real)

HUNTER WITTEBANE X SOFT DOM!READER [NSFW FANFICTION]

ok ok so I already did a soft dom with hunter a few post back I think, so I tried to take a different direction with this one

“Say please, baby.”

You could see Hunter turning bright red, flushing even hotter than he did when you first pushed him down, straddling his waist.

His lips parted, his eyes wide as they stared up at you, but you couldn’t mistake the want in them, the smouldering need in those irises and the subtle buck of his hips.

“P-Please..” he’d whimper out, and if you thought he couldn’t get any redder, you were wrong, “Please, I-I want you really badly.”

You leaned down, kissing the sputtering right off his lips, running your fingers through his hair and tugging slightly, far from hard enough to hurt.

“Good boy.” You hummed, and you could hear his breath hitch from where you nuzzled his neck, sucking gently on the skin in a way you know he likes.

You leaned back, cooing gently at the way his body tried to chase you and your warmth, “Don’t worry baby, you’ve just done so good, you deserve a reward.”

Want, no, need burned in his eyes as you brushed your hands against the rim of his pants, tugging them down in a smooth motion.

The desperation in his eyes was nothing compared to the desperation in his pants, his breath hitched during a violent gasp when you brushed your fingers over it.

“Look at you all flushed, are you feeling good, baby? Then that’s good, you deserve it.” You spoke in a gentle voice, and his eyes squeezed shut, “Just lay back and enjoy this, that’s all I need, love.”

You wrapped your hand around the base, placing the other on his hip to steady him when he jerked slightly, a sharp inhale sucked through his nose, followed by a whine.

You didn’t waste time, building up a base based on the jerks, moans and whimpers of your boyfriend.

“You’re doing so well, love.” You filled the intimate silence of the room with honeyed words, praising spilling from your lips like moans did from his.

“I love you so much, sweetheart, you’re perfect, my perfect good boy.” His hands flew up to clutch desperately at your arms, and you sped up your rhythm as his hips bucked upwards.

“You’re just so lovely, all pleasured underneath me like this,” His bucks became more insistent, like he was trying to fuck your hand, “That’s all I want for you, to feel good, because you deserve it baby.”

You were used to his whimpers, they were quite regulars, but the ones he was letting out now were different.

you looked up, not realising you’re eyes were focused on that point of contact, to see the eyes that were previously screwed up, looking at you glassily.

Tears slipped down his cheeks, soft sniffles coming out of his nose, “T-Thank.. Thank you.” He sounded completely wrecked, and only clinged to your arms tighter before throwing his head back.

You felt his legs tense underneath you, and he bucked one final time before releasing in your hand, a long moan escaping his parted lips.

You rode him through it, stroking until he was hissing from overstimulation, than you finally released him, shuffling upwards until you could kiss the tears from his face, “You did so good, baby, I’m so proud of you.”

He just held you tight, nuzzling into your neck and basking in his afterglow, his heart fuller than anything he’s ever felt.

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Hello! can you do Toby and jeff with a s/o who kisses their scars and makes them feel appreciated <3

Thanks for the request :)

Toby and Jeff with a s/o who loves kissing their scars and makes them feel appreciated:

Toby:

Toby is so in love with you; seeing you kiss his scars makes his heart melt. He never thought that his scars were pretty, he always found them ugly. Call his scars pretty and call him pretty, and he is blushing.

He will also cry because no one ever made him feel this way. He loves how you make him feel loved and wanted. He hugs you and tells you that he loves you.

Toby adores you; he feels lucky that he has someone like you who loves and appreciates him.

Jeff:

Jeff is flustered and melting when you kiss his scars. He doesn't know how to react and is stiff as a rock. He likes how you kiss his scars and feel so loved.

Jeff will hug you and bury his head in your neck he doesn't want you to see his vulnerable side of him.

He loves when you make him feel appreciated since he thinks he's worthless and doesn't do anything but hurt people.

He always wants to hear you say how much you appreciate him and kiss his scars.

Jeff will want to protect you and always wants to feel loved by you.

Have a nice day :)

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Fem. proxy NSFW headcanons with the three proxies? (separately) I love the way you write them, and you really don't find people who write them accurately anymore. Thank you!

Hi! Thank you so much,I am glad the fandom is still alive! :D

Creepypasta Proxies x fem!Reader

|NSFW headcanons|

Warnings: implied nsfw,suggestive language,mental illness mentions,dub-con/non-con mentions,misogyny, various kinks mentions including dacryphilia,knife play and somnophilia

Side note: Sex is meant to be a pleasure experience for both partners (or more,whatever y'all are into) and it isn't limited to a particular "style", it is okay to explore and feel good and confident about it.Stay safe everyone!

Toby would be the one who would think about engaging in sexual activities the most

I ain't gonna sugarcoat it,he's still very mentally ill so he would only assume you don't necessarily find him attractive enough if you seem to reject all of his affection that would lead to something more

That's why during some of his breakdowns he might push you and get pretty violent,forcing himself onto you while kissing roughly,altough he wouldn't continue to a very end if you're extremely uncomfortable about it

Considering the amount of trauma he has,the few moments he can feel at his best are during the highs of an orgasm tbh

Did I ever mention he has a mommy kink? I definitely fucking did he will let you use him as you please,dirty talking also gets him last a few more rounds.He just wants to know he is the one who can please you the most,that he's doing a good job,that he's your pretty good boy~

Degrade him a little,he also doesn't mind if you want to crave a little something into his skin.Even tough he cannot feel pain he definitely likes it,it's something that makes him feel like he belongs to you

Toby would do the same if you let him.He has his moments where he wants to feel in total control,but at the same time he's all sloppy and needs to touch and lick every part of your body

Holding you into a tight grasp while you bounce on him makes him all vocal,he doesn't hold back on moans either, looking up to you like you're all that matters to him in this world

He loves to hold you as close as possible during intercourse,as close as he can get to hear your fast heartbeat or to lick the tears that escape from your pretty eyes

Masky is rough and would often not let you cum until you beg and further humiliate yourself to get it from him

He would fuck you in front of a mirror as exposed as possible while praising and shaming you at the same time

Holding your hair into a fist while pressing your head into a pillow and holding both of your hands between your back as he doesn't stop thrusting into you until you're left breathless is what he loves the most

He can still act arrogant and bossy, blowing the smoke on your face while forcing you to take all of his length in your throat,maybe even putting his hands under his head while acting like you blowing him off it's such a chore fucking douchebag

Tim can be a sweet and loving partner,making sure you are okay while leaving soft kisses on the spots Masky left on you

The white masked man still loves to be in power and would talk disgusting things to you because of it

"You were made for this,weren't you?" ; "Finally learning where your place is,am I right?" ; "I bet your cunt deserves more atttention,after all you've been a good slut lately" and so on and so forth,would make you agree and be vocal while saying the exact words he wants you to say

Would engage in fear play and grind onto you while you sleep,staring at you while he strokes himself off and finally covering your mouth and thrusting all of his length into you while letting out grunts and low moans

Hate fucking is nothing that he isn't familiar with,he secretly adores when you put him in his place and fuck his brains out,if you're not easily intimidated and take the lead you can make him roll his eyes into his skull and use this to shame him later he deserves it

Hoodie adores when you start crying while desperately holding onto him if you're not tied up,of course while you're overstimulated and shaking from the last few orgasms.

"C'mon,I know you can continue,one more time for me,hm?"

He's isn't as much of a jerk like his friend,but I totally can see him taking his sweet time to ravish you just for his fucked up pleasure

He would often tease you in semi public spaces or legit under the table while other residents are talking to you,he has no shame about it either

Cannot keep his mouth shut for anything,he will whisper the dirtiest filth to your ears while soft grunts escape his mouth

Except to be touched while sleeping next to him.He would gently pet your hair while you sleep on his chest,then his hand would move across your body.He cannot help it,you look way too peaceful while you're dozed off,so defenless and utterly at his mercy

If you insist to use a safe word with him he would respect it while smirking,his ego would be over the roof,especially knowing on how good he makes you feel

"You feelin' good?" he asks as he takes his sweet time to make you beg for him to go faster,he's okay to take orders and doesn't mind instructions on how to make you feel even better than before

As long as you allow him in and ask nicely he's all yours to break or to use to break yourself into~

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Blushing Percy is my favorite kind of Percy 

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WILLIAM ☆ AFTON sfw headcannons

I have a love-hate relationship with this man and these headcannons smh

reader is of age

canon william, non murderer au, milf reader

canon / murderer william

☆ you caught his eye as soon as you came in on your first day of work

☆ he'd immediately get to know you, making small talk whenever the two of you bump into each other

☆ he'd be obsessed, especially if you're shy

☆ you were always wary of the pizzeria, especially after the last one got closed down for the kids going missing, but william always brushed of your worries. besides, they were all kids

☆ honestly he'd be obsessed enough to kill you and stuff you in your own suit

☆ he might even take you out on some dates after a while to some fancy restaurants

☆ he loves seeing you in his favorite color

☆ (let's say for the sake of this, william directly killed another kid at circus baby's before elizabeth's death) you were walking past the back rooms, and you stopped as soon as you heard a muffled scream

☆ you opened the door, and there was william, all in his bloody glory

☆ this could go multiple ways:

☆ one, you scream and try to run away, only for william to catch up, shaking his head like he's disappointed. he slipped his hand across your mouth and held the knife up for you to see. "I'm sorry about this, love."

☆ two, you stay there in shock, looking up at william with huge disbelieving eyes. "oh, y/n, you weren't supposed to see this," he started to slowly walk over to you.

☆ you kept staring at him, until your eyes drifted over the knife in his hand. "I won't tell anyone mr.afton! I swear!" you held your hands up, trembling.

☆ he seemed to think about this for a moment, before shrugging. "that's a risk i can't take."

☆ three, you're smart, and you slowly close the door and run away. but not without william hearing your hurried footsteps. he groans, quickly cleaning himself and hiding the kid's body before following you.

☆ he decided he'd wait to see what you'd do, considering the fact he's hidden all evidence. he didn't want to kill you anyways.

☆ two days passed, and no one came for william, although the police did come looking for the kid.

☆ you kept giving william glances, but you hadn't said a word to him. until he calls you into his office.

☆ "so tell me, why didn't you tell the police?"

non murderer william

☆ loves tea but also loves black coffee

☆ he has those slightly lean arms, he obviously isn't ripped

☆ notices a lot about what makes you blush or embarrassed and constantly does it

☆ like if you like when he rolls his sleeves up, he'll roll them up while staring right into your eyes

☆ he'll introduce you to his kids, and you'd have a really good friendship with michael

☆ divorced and probably still doesn't have the greatest relationship with michael

☆ he'd praise you a whole lot

☆ would ask you out in the parking lot before you leave work (and he'd be smooth with it)

milf reader

☆ when he first saw you he knew he was gonna marry you

☆ you two probably met while he was picking evan up from school

☆ when he found out you were divorced he immediately asked for your number

☆ you would probably talk together on his couch with wine every other night

☆ you bring your kids to the pizzeria just to talk to him while he's at work

☆ you offer to babysit his kids whenever he has to stay at work overnight

☆ when he comes back to you sleeping on the love seat he drapes a blanket over you and smiles a little bit

☆ offers to take you to a restaurant to repay for babysitting since you wouldn't accept his money

☆ spoils you on your birthday

☆ his kids LOVE you and your kids

☆ michael occasionally jokes to you about you marrying william and then proceeds to roast the fuck out of him

☆ you blush everytime and shake your head

☆ william eventually asks you to go out with him and you agree

☆ already planning the other kids you guys are gonna have

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Hey, I’ve never requested anything before, sorry-

Could you do William x really short reader? Like 4’9 short? It can be nsfw or sfw, you decide :)

Love your stuff!

Hi, don't worry I'm more than happy to take your request :)

Sidebar) Some of the things here are influenced by my own experience lol. And short people fucking rule and I'm definitely not biased saying that as one myself lmao.

I've done it headcannon style, which is completely new to me. I hope it's to your liking!

william afton x really short reader

Now, its worth remembering that whilst you're small, William is fucking huge. And I do mean huge. Genuinely has to duck doorframes kind of height and so he bloody loves that you're short, and he's certainly going to take advantage of it. Standing next to this guy is like a little chef big chef reunion.

Ask him out for a drink and the man's going to find the table with the tallest chairs in the whole joint, just to watch you roll your eyes.

He's definitely childish enough (or dickish you decide) to use his long legs to flick your shoes off under the table, for the pure enjoyment he'd feel at you having to stand up completely to reach them again.

If you can put up with him long enough for him to get drunk, and you're walking home (most likely to his), the idea would enter his head. Given that you're so short, what could you really to to stop him from... And just like that, his mind is made up. He'd walk in front of you, watching your brow pinch in confusion a bit as he turns to face you. Just as you're about to ask him why the hell he's stopped in the middle of the path, you're grabbed under your arms and thrown over his shoulder. Your outraged giggling, hissed profanities and insults completely ignored. What are you gonna do, really?

He'd carry you like that for ages just to make the point. Your torso draped down his spine, feeling miles from the floor, his hand travelling higher and higher up your legs to get a handful of your arse on the walk.

Whilst he would simply love to torture you with the height difference, holding your belongings just out of your reach. He's the only one who's allowed to say anything. Anyone else try and disadvantage you, your co-workers putting stuff where you can't reach it? Laughing at you using a counter or step? Someone at a pub making a comment about how 'you don't need to get on your knees'? Yeah, that ain't standing. This man would absolutely put his own teeth through in a fight, to stop people from being twats towards you.

Now, to get a little more... debauched? (Nsfw)

It turns him on that you're smaller than him, that his hands look fucking massive on you, being honest he'd bloody hooked on it.

He loves to watch the look on your face as he plays with you. As his fingers pressing inside your hole, you're eyes widening in surprise at the size every damn time.

He'd tease you by lining his cock against your hole, just enjoying the sight of it and imagining how your stomach would have to raise to accommodate him.

On other occasions, when you take him in your hands, its a fucking ego boost to see the difference in size there, really makes him feel good about himself.

I hope that was okay, lol!

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Nsfw & Sfw audios

some audios of the aftons; william and micheal only.

• masterlist

Nsfw ₊୧ ;

Sfw ₊๑ ;

William afton;

₊୧ ; roommate william not being able to resist you

₊୧ ; you and william using the new bed nicely

₊୧ ; you missed your bus so william gives you a ride

₊୧ ; professor william catches you out of your dorm

₊୧ ; william jerking off in front of you

{ not much talking in this one }

₊๑ ; william comforts you

Micheal Afton;

₊๑ ; micheal helping you feel less insecure

₊๑ ; cuddling with micheal

₊୧ ; micheal punishes you for teasing him at work

₊୧ ; micheal found out that you get off to his voice

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A/N; i’ve never messed around with soundgasm, but i hoped that you liked these!

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this scene is such a disaster

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I belive i heard Taliesin said something like that in ep 38-39

BUT I CAN’T FIND IT! 

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hi spare Sniper NSFW headcanons??? thank u :)

SNIPER GAMING (NSFW headcanons)

Uncut(like most of the mercs but I'm mentioning it now because it's important later) but oh fuck his tip is RED.

A good length, as in average, and thin. It's surprisingly pretty nice in texture and fits him perfectly

No visible veins but does feel like it when he gets close

This man is hairy everywhere. It's a little itchy trying to have softer intimate times but he might shave if you ask nicely... Maybe though, he this he looks better with more hair

Not very sensitive both prostate wise and dick wise, but he loves having you get him off

Has a few kinks such as bondage, pred/prey, knife play, and biting. He's way too scared of making it obvious in case you're not interested, so he tends to just think about it when he has alone time

He tries to bathe regularly for you, yet when he tries cleaning his sex it makes him a little self conscious that he's uncircumcised

Unknown to him, he might have a scent kink and wants you to get in on it too by wearing cologne. Not too strong but just enough to make you remember that smell

Doesn't own any special toys but would love to have you test some on him

He's rough in bed after some time, but ohhhh being gentle with you and even having sleepy sex or make outs gets him so much more satisfied it's unbelievable

Dear God someone eat this man out. He makes such pretty grunts and moans. He could cum untouched just by that alone

Speaking of oral, he has no preference over giving or receiving. He only goes slow giving, he's too scared of whoring himself out by making sounds, and trust me he can get loud pleasing someone with his mouth

Did I ever mention he's more of a pillow humper than someone who actually jerks off?

If you want to watch him, he'll make a show out of it, as if asking for you to take the lead. Teasing himself and touching his chest, little pleas under his breath, the whole nine yards

Babes... don't ruin his orgasm unless you plan on making it up to him, he will cry no joke

IF and ONLY IF you want to overstim him, you have to go through the same thing later. It's only fair >:(

You know how I said he's afraid of whoring himself out? Yeah, technically he also wants that so bad

If it's one thing that he has imagined but won't try, it's lingerie. Yes he might but some but he's never going to show you it. If you're wondering, yes he has worn some under his regular outfits.(Spy is the only one who knows about it, he knows when someone is up to something like that) It was white and lacy: thigh highs and thigh garters, see-through short lace boxers with a teeny tiny bow at the top, a tank top with a deep plunge where his metaphorical cleavage would go... Oh goodness where's the nsfw artists when you need them?

Mega fat ass. Like damn sheesh where do you hide it all? (The secret is tight boxers and big pants)

That's... All I have... Maybe I'll write something where he gets to show off the lingerie on accident....

>:))

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TF2

Sniper X Reader

he's so awkward it's adorable

(10/3/23) (961 words)

Sitting contentedly in her room, the girl preoccupied herself with drawing, sketching anything that came to mind. After hours of being so focused, almost every empty space of the page was pencilled with something of interest.

After being on the battlefield consecutively for almost a week, the mercenaries were finally granted a day of rest. The girl surmised that there was no better way to spend the day than by keeping herself busy doing what she most enjoyed. She figured each mercenary had the same idea, as they rarely got the chance to do so. For a change, the base was virtually silent; a strange occurrence.

Footsteps sounding from the hallway, approaching her, pulled her focus from her drawing. She glanced to the hallway, squinting as she thought to figure out the pattern of the steps. Before she had the chance to guess, she was surprised to see Sniper casually walking by.

“Hey Snipes.” She greeted just before he went out of sight.

Her voice had Sniper come to a halt just out of her view. Suddenly he stepped into the doorway of her bedroom, almost meekly with his head tipped downwards and shoulders scrunched subtly, with his hands shoved in his pockets.

The corners of his mouth upturned to show a little smile, their eyes meeting briefly. She couldn’t help but observe Sniper for a minute, noticing that he was without his usual aviator sunglasses and vest. His gaze wandered curiously over the doodled-on pages lying across her desk.

“Strange seeing you here.” She breathed a laugh, his attention snapping back to her. “I mean, you usually spend all your time in your van.”

Sniper nodded, his lips pressed together before he spoke. “The storm’s too bad.”

The girl looked to the window in wonder, only to realise Sniper was right. A raging storm had settled in hours ago, with no signs of easing any time soon. The rain batting against the metal roof of his van certainly wouldn’t be peaceful at all.

She turned back to Sniper, seeing him shift from foot-to-foot where he stood awkwardly. Before getting the chance to speak up, Sniper chimed in.

“Those are your drawings, Sheila?” He motioned to the pages with a nod.

“Oh, yeah, these are mine.” She shifted the pencil that lied atop the paper. “I got pretty bored.”

The girl could see how Sniper looked over the drawings from where he stood, his interest truly piqued.

She grinned as her brow raised. “You wanna see?”

With a nod he stepped further into the room, standing beside her while she remained sat at her desk. The girl handed him the page littered with sketches, Sniper taking it delicately as to not crinkle the paper. She watched as he eyed every detail, eager to know his thoughts as he seemed somewhat surprised.

“These are...” Sniper nodded slowly, his eyes trailing downward as he rested the page against the desk. “These are real good.” He complimented awkwardly.

“Thanks, Sniper.” She giggled, looking up to lock eyes with him.

With the way her lashes fluttered, and her cheeky smile adorned her face, Sniper was sure his heart skipped a beat when their eyes locked. He stuffed his hands back into his pockets, and moved to stand by the door again, feeling his face flush lightly.

He rocked on his heels subtly. “Well I uh-” He trailed off, looking anywhere but to the girl eyeing him in a daze. “I’m gonna grab some coffee.”

“Yeah...” She breathed. “I’ll let you get back to your own thing.”

They smiled to one another before Sniper turned on his heel to make his way to the kitchen.

“Oh! Sniper before you go....” She called as Sniper reeled himself back. “I have something you might like.”

A harsh sound of paper being torn made his brows knit in confusion, but then Sniper noticed that the girl was tearing a segment from the sheet of drawings, and his head cocked slightly.

“Here.” She held a torn circle of paper towards him, the drawing on the underside concealed from him.

Sniper took it gingerly, his eyes darting from her offering, to the sweet smile ever present on her face.

“Turn it over.” She mounted her finger to her lip, practically bouncing with giddiness.

The second Sniper flipped the paper over, his eyes lit up as he admired her artwork. She had drawn a little koala clinging to a tree branch, with not one imperfection, or so Sniper thought.

“I figured it would be very...” She paused to think. “-homely for you.”

He peeled his attention away once she spoke, realising how flustered she was as she slid down in her chair. A soft smile appeared on his face soon turning into a little toothy grin.

“You like it?” Her heart was beating like a drum.

Sniper nodded quickly, eyes falling on the sketch once more. “Yeah... Thanks Sheila.”

“It’s nothing.” She waved a hand. “Now go on, I know you’re dying for a coffee.” She laughed.

Her words earned a chuckle from the Aussie. Sniper tipped his hat before making his way down the hall, little gift still in hand. He was unable to bring himself to put it in his pocket just yet, because each time he so much as glanced to it, Sniper thought of just how hard he had fallen in love with her.