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okay but why do people STILL, IN 2025, use an ‘x reader’ tag and proceed to use an oc…

as said in another yelling, don’t say stuff that doesn’t portray anything about the reader, it defeats the point of an ‘x reader’

fucking hate it

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yuri-ween is upon us

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Coraline x Monster High Watch the speedpaint here!

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i just think it would be interesting if they met

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★"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐."☪

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He’d be sooo into tit fucking

Hiii I was wondering if I can request Mike Monroe dating someone with big ass boobs? Ik that sounds weird but he genuinely looks like a boob typa guy 😭

Well firstly thanks for being the first person ever to send me a request!! I appreciate it sm 😊 this is also the first time I’ve written anything for Mike so I hope you enjoy!

Warning; Mike being an absolute horn dog, some tig ol’ bitties, alcohol, partying, 18+ MDNI, mentions of sex and mentions of body worship

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But bro Mike is absolutely a tits man like don’t get me wrong he likes ass as much as the next guy but boobs? Loves em. All kinds get love but fuck he is a sucker for some nice double D cups

I imagine that the first time you and Mike ever meet it’s at some sort of party and it’s still kinda early into the night.

You’re probably a friend of Jess or Em but Chris actually ends up being the one to point you out to him; I imagine in true Chris fashion he’d say some shit like “dude- jugs”

He’d probably choke a little on his drink when he sees you and your cleavage from wearing some tight crop top that left very little to the imagination.

Sooner or later you and Mike get to talking aka flirting and eventually someone has the idea to mention boob shots and when you show your down for it oh my LORD he’s like a dog practically BUZZING with excitement (or the alcohol)

Your boobs were perfect for it too and you knew it. You had to have known with how you smirked at Mike and flipped your hair over your shoulder to show the almost full shot glass right between your tits.

Mike never wanted to it to end- any excuse to be so close to em again. The conversation actually went a little like this after a couple of them partnered with some liquid courage;

“Beautiful rack for a beautiful girl, call me a connoisseur but those are double d’s right?”

You giggled, the cutest one he heard before dropping the bombshell on him.

“G cup actually.”

Mike never got turned on faster in his life. He knew his face got red after you giggled at him again.

Somehow, someway you had agreed to give him your phone number and to hang out more. A definite connection between the two of you.

When you guys start dating he absolutely has your name in his phone as Babydoll and his ring tone for you is Fuck the pain away by Peaches. He prides himself on being a bit of a comedian.

Sugar tits is definitely one of your nicknames so hope you like it lol Mike absolutely checks to make sure your comfortable with it first and if you ever even show the hint that you are unhappy with it he knocks it off.

You feeling comfortable always comes first- point blank period and he always makes sure you know that. Had no problem making others aware of that as well.

Guard dog Mike Guard dog Mike Guard dog Mike

When it comes to sex 👀 Mike loves to worship you- specially those beautiful boobs. He knows your girls are sensitive and he adores it. Leaves them covered in hickies, playing with your nipplies with his teeth and tongue until your whining and soaked for him.

Praise game CRAZY.

“Look at you baby, fucking soaked just for me” he’d chuckle deeply as you whine- painfully fucking empty.

“Quit teasi-“ you’re interrupting by your own moans as he tugs on one of your nipples with his teeth, cocky fucking smirk on his face.

Tbh I’m gonna have to do a part two on this soon- this request has me spiraling in the best way possible 😭

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Repost of this absolute masterpiece

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What happened to morningshark? :c

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Hi, I was wonder if you can make a fic for hazard cervix fucking fem!reader? (I’m borrowing this idea from queenofcups)

!! NSFW under the cut!!

His hands were locked onto your hips, fingers and thumbs digging into your skin, bruising the tissue underneath, but despite your whines and your whimpers, he would not let go.

With every thrust, he slams you back down against his hips, his cock hitting almost too deep inside of you. You could feel the bruising already forming as you gripped the bed sheets, unable to hold onto the tank fucking you.

Findlay lifts your hips and slams into you once more, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure as he hits your cervix with the head of his cock. The pain and pleasure mingling into one as he keeps going.

"Fin- P-Please.." You can barely manage to get the sentence out before the tank comes down and presses his lips against yours. Hungry and wanting. His tongue flicks against yours, teeth then sinking into your bottom lip as he continues his assault on your cunt.

One hand finally lets go of your hip, the relief flooding through before another roll of pleasure rocks your body. His fingers press and rub gentle circles over your already sensitive clit as you moan into his mouth. Tilting your head away for air, you gasp and writhe underneath him.

"Look at ya." He coos softly, though his movements are anything of the sort.

He pulls his hips back slowly, watching as you catch your breath before he snaps his hips back once, then twice, enjoying the way you scream for him.

He removes his other hand and snakes it under your back, pulling you flush against his chest. You're hot, slick with sweat. Hands scramble to hold onto his shoulders, nails scratching against his back as your second orgasm snaps. Your teeth sink into his neck which causes the tank to growl as he slowly pulls his hand from your sensitive bundle of nerves before chasing his own high.

He presses you into the mattress, his cock continuously hitting your cervix until his thrusts start to become sloppy. With one final thrust, he buries himself inside of you as thick ropes of cum paint your insides. His head nuzzles into the crook of your neck as he sucks another hickey into your skin.

Panting and sweating, he peels himself from you but there's that glint in his eyes as he pulls his hips back and pushing back inside of you, slowly starting a gentle rhythm.

He's not quite done yet.

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burning star, anya

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*fills ur delusions*

hey guys here is venture overwatch eat up

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Hazard and Venture don't have anything special in terms of in game interaction (their spawn room quip and his elim line on them) but I wholly believe they should be besties... Rock climbers yes but they also give me beach bud vibes. Sand castle builders. Hazard falls asleep on a towel (because mobility/physical disability issues make beach exhausting) and wakes up half buried under a mermaid tail made of sand. Venture is running into the ocean, screaming laughter

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Kissing Hazard silly, leaving lipstick kiss marks all over his face until he's blushing and unable to vocalize a single thought. Leave him humming and giggling and sooo sappy

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Okay hear me out, Reader deciding to ignore Hazard for the day bc he did something and they thought this will teach him. Only for him to be like "Hen, Hen the love of my life please talk to me-"

“Silent Treatment"

Hazard x Reader

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds as you went about your day with a silent determination. Hazard, your ever-charismatic and annoyingly smug boyfriend, had finally crossed a line last night. Maybe it was teasing you too much, or perhaps it was him forgetting that one thing you’d asked him a million times—but either way, you’d had enough.

It was time for payback.

The silent treatment.

You didn’t think he’d notice immediately, but you underestimated him.

“Oh, good mornin’, Hen” Hazard greeted you as you passed him in the kitchen. He was leaning against the counter, his blonde hair a tousled mess, his smirk as devilish as ever. “Did ye sleep well, or were ye too busy dreamin’ aboot me?”

Normally, you’d roll your eyes or fire back some sarcastic quip, but not today. Today, you said nothing. Not even a glance his way.

His smirk faltered, his brows furrowing slightly. “Uh… Hen?”

You poured yourself a cup of coffee, ignoring him completely. Hazard straightened, his sharp eyes now fixed on you as if trying to solve a particularly tricky puzzle.

“Did I dae somethin’ wrong?” he asked, his voice soft but uncertain.

You refused to answer, calmly walking out of the kitchen with your coffee in hand, leaving him standing there, utterly perplexed.

=====

By midday, Hazard was in full panic mode.

“Hen! Bonnie! Love o’ my life!” he cried, trailing after you as you folded laundry. His Scottish brogue was thick, his tone dripping with desperation. “Don’t dae this tae me. Yer silence is killin’ me!”

You kept your face neutral, carefully folding a shirt as if his dramatic pleas weren’t happening beside you.

“Please” he begged, practically throwing himself on his knees in front of you. “At least tell me whit I did so I can make it right! Dae ye need flowers? Chocolate? I’ll write a poem if that’s whit it takes!”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing as he grabbed the edge of the laundry basket, staring up at you with wide, pleading eyes.

=====

By evening, Hazard was trying everything.

He stood in the living room, holding a beat-up guitar you hadn’t even known he owned. “This one’s for you, Hen” he declared, strumming an absolutely dreadful chord.

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you peeked over the book you were pretending to read.

Hazard began singing in an exaggerated, heartfelt tone:

“Oh, Hen, my bonnie Hen,

I’ve gone and messed up again.

Yer silence it haunts me,

Like a ghost in the glen!”

It was so bad it was good. You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you.

“Ah-ha!” Hazard cried triumphantly, pointing at you with the guitar pick. “Caught ye! Ye laughed! Ye cannae resist me, can ye?”

Realizing you’d broken, you tried to smother your laughter behind the book, but it was too late. Hazard grinned, setting the guitar aside and plopping down beside you.

“So…” he began, his brogue softer now, “am I forgiven, lass, or do I need tae whip up another wee tune for ye?”

You sighed, lowering the book. “Fine, you’re forgiven. But only because that song was so bad, it felt like punishment enough.”

Hazard chuckled, throwing an arm around you and pulling you close. “Och, Hen, I’m glad tae hear it. But ye better tell me whit I did tae upset ye. I cannae risk this happenin’ again.”

You smirked, leaning into him. “Oh, I don’t think I will. It’s more fun keeping you guessing.”

Hazard laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Yer pure evil, ye ken that? But I wouldn’t change a thing aboot ye.”

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Omg silly scenario where Hazard is smiling mischievously at reader who's laying on the couch. "What?" Reader asks and then Haz slowly lays all of himself on them as their hitting his back. "NO HAZ UR HEAVY GET OFF-" and he just sinks on them smiling saying how comfy they are.

Weighted Comfort

Hazard x Reader [REQUEST]

A/N: OH GODS he would make a perfect weighted blanket if telling you…until it gets hard to breathe underneath him

You were lounging on the couch after a long day, mindlessly scrolling through your phone while trying to enjoy some rare downtime. The soft hum of the television filled the room, but your attention was pulled away when you noticed Hazard standing nearby. His mischievous grin was hard to miss.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, his grin widening as if he were plotting something truly diabolical.

“Haz...” you warned, setting your phone down.

Before you could say another word, he leaned over you, his shadow eclipsing your view of the ceiling. Without hesitation, he began to lower himself.

“Hazard, don’t—”

But it was too late. His full weight descended onto you, his broad frame completely smothering yours as he sprawled across the couch.

“Hazard, no! You’re heavy, GET OFF!!” you protested, your fists thudding against his back in a futile attempt to shove him off.

“Aw, stop yer fussin’, ye big baby” he drawled, his voice thick with his Scottish accent. “Yer softer than any cushion I’ve ever sat oan.”

“Pillow?!” you exclaimed, still struggling beneath him. “Get off me, you big oaf! I can’t breathe!”

“Ach, dinnae be so dramatic,” he replied, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. “If ye can yell at me, yer breathin’ fine.”

Your futile attempts at escape only made him laugh, his chest vibrating against yours as you groaned in exasperation.

“Hazard, I swear—”

“Shush, will ye?” he interrupted, propping his chin on your shoulder to look at you with a cheeky grin. “Ye’re ruinin’ the vibe here.”

“Ruin the vibe?” you spluttered. “The vibe is me suffocating under your ridiculous body weight!”

“Ach, stop yer greetin’. Ye’ll live” he teased, draping an arm around you to make sure you couldn’t wiggle away. “Besides, it’s nice, aye? Warm. Comfy. Like a human-sized teddy bear.”

“You’re impossible” you muttered, resigning yourself to your fate.

“Aye, but ye love me for it” he said with a laugh, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

As much as you hated to admit it, his warmth was starting to lull you into a strange sense of calm. Maybe, just maybe, being squished under Hazard wasn’t the worst thing in the world. But you weren’t about to tell him that.

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venture please i need the strap