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TimCass + Fag4dyke flag edit

ScareQuinn + Dyke4fag flag edit

Flag creds; genderstarbucks

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♫ i'm starving, darling / let me put my lips to something / let me wrap my teeth around the world ♫

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Batboys + this but it’s them talking about each other’s asses in the groupchat

They all just randomly have pics, doing the heart hands w/ each other’s asses w/in the heart

Nicked the pic from the comment section of this tiktok (comment being made by @/kieraspring, tiktok by @/pierciespam; one about David’s (the statue) ass)

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the reblogged post was meant as /lh

know both him and Skips are full grown adults only made the post b/c he looks like a Ciel variant

Term was used loosely to begin w/

The game has a sh0ta!?

“You don’t like it when Timmy calls you ‘master’? Has Timmy displeased you?”

Also apparently he shares Chat Noir’s voice actor

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Chromatophores

inspired by this post / Ao3 link note; I don't support any of the shit Knives is spewing in this. Fiction is fiction. C'est la vie. Don't like, don't read.

Vash who has lived among humans for long enough that he knew what was considered taboo. Granted, a lot of it didn't make sense to his plant brain but he ultimately went along with it. The one he felt guiltiest about was that of an incestuous nature.

Never telling Wolfwood much about his past. At least, not the explicit, nitty-gritty detail of it. Wolfwood knew enough. Side-eyeing the blonde when he talked about how overly affectionate they were with one another. Slowing piecing it together with how insistent Vash is that nothing weird happened.

Unaware that the twins had shared many firsts together. Well, until he seeks Knives out at a bar. If Vash is going to remain so secretive about it, he could always ask the other party involved. Which was exactly what he was planning to do.

'You two are awful chummy, even for siblings so I've heard.' Wolfwood acted as if he had heard it through the grapevine. Said vine is rather short. 'We are twins,' Knives doesn't spare him a second glance as he continued to sip on his beer.

'So there's no reason why Vash gets so embarrassed when talking about the childhood you two shared? Do tell...why does he get so flustered and refuse to say anything? Almost like y'all have a troubling secret.'

Knives laughed at Wolfwood's remark. 'Seems Vash assimilated pretty well then. It's not a troubling secret as you put it, priest. Compared to humans, fucking your sibling isn't a carnal sin with us plants. We're not restricted to consanguinity,' his words are a gut punch to Wolfwood's psyche. 'Humans with your fragility. Plants are energy sources, why would we be tied down to such concepts?'

'I don't know. Probably because you and Knives being twins kinda implies you share dna.'

'We do. Does it make your skin crawl? Knowing that I've touched my sapling brother's cunt. Made him wilt with pleasure. That I plucked his cherry.' Giving the ex-priest a debauched look as the memories flooded to the forefront. Leaning down on his elbows. 'Hate to hear that he regrets it. What a shame, Vash seemed to enjoy it at the time.'

Getting the attention of the bartender, Knives ordered another round for both himself and Wolfwood. 'Care for more, or is this too blasphemous for your conscience?'

Wolfwood hates how the blood has sunk to his cock. The facade cracked enough that Knives knew his answer already. 'Oh, where to begin. Where to begin.'

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Circuit Breaker

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'What if I don't like it?' Eddie asked as Volt had offhandedly suggested them switching up the roles in the bedroom. Sitting across from each other, over drinks. Their relationship was still relatively new. Hell, Eddie was still getting accustomed to Volt's existence. The speakeasy was a way to distract Eddie from how frazzled he felt.

Volt casually shrugged, pushing a lock of hair off his shoulder. 'Then we stop and you never have to do it again. I don't want you doing things that make you uncomfortable but I genuinely think you might like this...just think about it, okay?' Volt did have a sneaking suspicion that Eddie was vers but had gotten stuck in the role of a forever top. Call it a hunch.

'Alright,' Eddie agreed. Downing the rest of his drink, he left Volt. Unable to stop himself from thinking about it the rest of his graveyard shift.

'You're sure you want this?' Volt checked in once more. Hovering over Eddie's nude frame, drinking in the sight of his musculature like it was the first time he had seen it. His fingers having warmed up the lube. Stretching Eddie out properly. Going a little overkill as he had hit Eddie's prostate dead on with four fingers. Almost a full fist. But Volt wanted to make sure that Eddie's first time bottoming was exquisite. That it left him jello'd out, squirming like an eel. Like a live wire. Listening to his groans, expression already fucked-out.

'Yes! Now stop edging me, and stick your dick in me. damn it,' Eddie hissed out.

'Fine, fine. If you want that badly,' spinning his concern into playful teasing. Unbuckling his belt with one hand, ripping it out of his pants. Kicking them off to reveal a happy trail of white, frizzy hair that matched the drapes. Spitting in his hand before lazily pumping...once, twice. Volt easily slotted himself between Eddie's thighs.

Grabbing Eddie's hand; a prompt to hold the base of his cock. 'If you want that badly...help me put it in.' Allowing the man to control the pace. Volt found it extremely erotic, seeing Eddie push his cock past the muscle of his pucker. His eyes rolling shut.

'Oh, that's a new noise. Bet you feel so full.' Eddie still annoyed by Volt's snails' pace, grabbed his hip. 

'For all that game you talked, where's the follow through?' Successfully baiting the man into fucking his brains out. 

'You shouldn't have said that Eds,' Eddie's stomach lurched at Volt's words. Unaware that Volt could command such authority. Volt then threw Eddie's legs over his shoulders, bucking his hips with wild abandon. Striking like lightning, sweat dripped down his brow. 

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happy bday to these 2 bad bitches as well

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Fic Masterlist <3 <3 <3

Can find all of these cross-posted to my Ao3 account and more (stuff from prior nuked blogs). If you're looking for my f/o imagines, those can be found collected here (on Ao3)

Black Butler

Gamer Boi Bathwater - Sebastian, discovering Ciel is on his period during a bath, fingers him

Date Everything!

Dutch Doors - To relieve some pregnancy pains, Reader fingers Dorian

Creamy Canary - Timmy offers Reader some relief via breastfeeding after causing induced lactation

Take a Breather - Koa gets Reader to take a break from their chores via some good ol' shotgunning

Can-Can - Reader's on her period; Cam eats her out

Morpheus - Reader wakes up to sticky boxers after Skips blows them while they're asleep

Snuffed from this Mortal Realm - Scandalabra dishes out some wax play as punishment when Reader keeps canceling their date

Niagara Falls - Reader gets off, using Sinclaire's faucet...or Sinclaire shows Reader his way of "eating" pussy

Circuit Breaker - Volt suggests they switch up the roles in the bedroom...or Eddie discovers he's vers

DCU

U + Ur Hand - Dick teaches Jason how to masturbate via a handjob

Nectarine - Jaybin gets kidnapped by Villain! Reader who then sexually assaults him

Hound Dog Cryin' all the Time - Bruce roleplays cuckolding Jason with the Joker. Or where Jason is tied up and made to watch Bruce fuck himself with a dildo to the thought of it being the Joker instead

Good Boy, Bad Boy - Jason calls Dick a bad boy once and Dick doesn't let up until he takes it back

Unconditional Love - Stephanie pegs Jason in response to him being bratty

False Betrothal - Dwarf! Damian tricks Human! Tim into marrying him

Seeing Green - Jason takes advantage of Tim in attempts to make Dick jealous

Sumac - Short blurb about Jason being hit by Poison Ivy's sex pollen

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner - Tim gets invited into Bruce’s card counting club, stealing money from the casinos in Gotham City. Or Damian is the security guard who catches Tim and has his way with him in the backrooms.

Barbatos - Barbarian! Jason kidnaps Dick and ends up giving him an opportunity to kill him

testosterone boys and harlequin girls - Dick guides Jason through giving him a blowjob after the Lazarus pit. Needing it as the pit restored his virginity

Pleasers - Damian helps Tim get off via some sleepy sex

Step-Bros - Bruce and Talia decide to announce their marriage to Dick and Damian. Unknown to them, Damian had just walked in on Dick masturbating just a moment prior

Just My Type - Jason is jealous of Kori and Dick's relationship once resurrected, thinking Dick easily moved on after he died. Choosing Kori just because she also has red hair. Or Kori finds out about Jason giving Dick a mean-spirited/public hand job and happily pegs him while cucking Dick, only letting him listen in

Death Note

Holy Fool - L discovers Light has a foot fetish. As inspired by the one foot-washing scene

Harlot - Smut ideas based off of panels from vol 5; whiteout

The Importance of Self Care - Watari forces L into a bath after he neglects his hygiene to the point it starts affecting his caseload

Dream SMP

Snakeskin - Tommy's in a rut and really wants to breed Philza

Velveteen Rabbit - Tommy, a late bloomer, wakes up in the throes of his first heat and Techno helps him through it

Diapers - Tommy as a result of the Exile arc, developed a bed wetting problem and Techno suggests Tommy uses diapers

All War is Deception - Techno agrees to help train Chayanne and discovers he has a muscles kink

Flash Mob - Fundy's forced to take a binder break, ends up flashing his boobs to those who run Las Nevadas. Tired of his shit, Quackity gets Sam to kidnap him and group sex takes place

Vampire's Temptation - Unable to find sources for blood, Techno ruminates about his first kill while eating a pomegranate

Jujustu Kaisen

Extra Mouth to Feed - Sukuna gives himself a blowjob with the mouth on his tummy

Sugar Pink - Choso's addicted to the taste of his half-brother's cunt

Red One [2024]

Strung Up to Dry - Callum leaves Jack tied up to a chair with Christmas lights. Krampus then stumbles upon him and gives Jack a hand job with his tail

Spiderverse

too hip to keep tight lipped - Hobie's outgrows his babysitting duties when Mayday spends the night with him

Trigun Stampede

Impaled on the Cross - Wolfwood, spent, uses the punisher to satiate Vash's uncontrollable sex drive

Sharing is Caring - Wolfwood puts Knives in his place after Knives continuously cuckolds him in his relationship w/ Vash

Birthday Surprise - A little drabble about Nicholas waking the twins up on their birthday to blow jobs

Venus Flytrap - Author rambles about how they imagine how Knives' plant-part would showcase itself anatomy-wise

Losing My Religion - Nicholas rejoins his religion

Chromatophores; Wolfwood wants to get to the bottom of why Vash acts so weird towards questions regarding his childhood with Knives....or where the Plants in Trigun don't see incest as a taboo

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Niagara Falls

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'Are you sure you can eat me out? You don't really have a mouth,' Reader regretted asking that questions hours ago when Sinclaire had suggested it. But she couldn't help it. The guy had a sink for a head, for goodness sake. The logistics weren't all too apparent. 

Now sat in the stainless steel basin, water running from the taps. Human hands groping his ass, pushing the globes apart. 'Is it the right temperature?' Sinclaire wanted to assure that it wasn't too hot or too cold. Wishing it to be the perfect temperature for her.

Instead of answering, Reader wiggled in attempts to find a comfortable position. Her legs being guided to wrap around the umbrella shaped faucet. Water hitting directly upon her clit as the porcelain acted as a cooling balm for her heated skin. 'Y-yeah, the water's fine. Will admit this wasn't what I had in mind when you suggested eating me out but it's a nice compromise.'

Reader was unaware of the other entities hidden within the bathroom, watching the two of them. Palming their own erections as they got off to her noises. But her sunglasses were focused on Sinclaire at the moment. Actually, her eyes were screwed shut. Only Sinclaire could hear the sounds of their pleasure. Rutting his cock into the air at such a lovely symphony. 

'There's not much I can do with a sink for a head, my dear.' Increasing the water's pressure. 'No, no, just sit there and look pretty.' Sinclaire swats her hands away when Reader tries to add temperature play to the docket. 'Gonna see if you can get off with only my mouth.'

The water continued to lap gently at her thighs. Flooding into the apex, bypassing her hole in its return to the drain. Sinclaire groans at the heady taste. Her hand slapped against the fogged up mirror. Hiding the reflection of the other freely jerking off to the wanton display in front of them. One of them cursing out how Sinclaire was a lucky bastard.

Sinclaire's hands looped around her thighs. Nails digging into the skin, leaving their mark. His own noises mixed with Reader's high pitched moans. Hips bucking up into the spray. One of Reader's free hands shot out to the porcelain for purchase. 'Damn it,' Reader hissed when she found next to none. 'C'mon, cum for me, sweetheart. Can tell you're close.' Her bucking had switched to grinding.

'Fuck--fuck,' Reader's moans had crescendoed as her peak washed over her. Sinclaire pulled her further in. Feeling her thigh muscles twitch in his grasp. Her hand grabbing his umbrella shaped faucet with a vice grip. Those watching were flushed, a fresh wad of cum staining their clothes. The smell of sex steamed in the air, thanks to the fog.

Slowly turning the water off to avoid overstimulating her, he cradled Reader's back. Soothing touches paired with words to match, Sinclaire helped Reader off of his face. 

'Want me to run you a bath?' Reader leaned her weight on Sinclaire, legs still shaky.

'Please.'

'A bath for the beautiful lady,' Sinclaire mused as he moved over to the tub. Giving the rest of the men in the room a shit-eating grin.

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Snuffed from this Mortal Realm

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Reader thrashed against her restraints, letting out a pained moan every time the hot wax hit her skin. A spreader bar keeping her legs wide open. Holding them tightly over her head, tied to the bedspread with some rope. 'You were late to our date...again. How many times do I have to tell you I won't stand for such blatant disrespect? Huh, can't even speak?'

The second question was rhetorical. What, with the ball gag in her mouth. Another toy Reader had disregarded thanks to her busy schedule. Ben-hwa was glad to loan it to Scandalabra. As long as he got photos from the ordeal. Something Scandalabra reluctantly agreed to. Spit currently dribbling past her chin, eyes glazed over with lust filled hunger.

'Seems like we'll gonna have to train some manner in you,' the wax quickly cooled into scabs. Painting a colorful scene across her tits and stomach. Scandalabra made sure to vary the heights at which he held the candle. The bottom of the base tilted as the wax fell through the air. Never able to get used to the temperature differences of the drops.

Along with the moans, came an occasional hiss. Scratching his nails across the scabs, laughing with sadistic glee as they popped off the skin. Streaks of wax trailed down her thighs. 'Aw, you want me to stop? Too bad.' Scandalabra cooed with mock concern when he spies tears stream down Reader's face. Tracks of mascara stopping right at the corners of her mouth.

Snuffing out the current candle, he brought out a new candle. 'Should've thought about that before showing late. All those pesky excuses that you thought I would believe. Going on to mimic Reader's voice, all high pitched and strung out. 'Oh, my car broke down. I'm on my period. If you didn't want to go out with me, all you had to do is say no. Could've rescheduled if you were honest with me but no...had to be such a stubborn thing.' Fucking Reader with the new stubby candle. Letting it sink in some before lighting it. Scratching the scabbed over wax off her thighs as he did so.

Scandalabra snapped a few photos with his phone. Making sure to get Reader's blissed out expression in the frame like Lux had taught him to. Even catching a video clip of the wax dripping onto her clit. A hand of his held under Reader's clit so it wouldn't seep into her entrance. Hoping this would be enough to appease Ben-hwa. Her muffled moans devolved into sobs, eyes rolled back in her head at the heady ecstasy she felt. 

'Hey, I know you want to sleep, but I need you to stay awake for me. Just a smidgen longer,' Scandalabra cooed. Voice genuine this time. Having undone the spreader bar. Gently manipulating her legs to help get the blood flow back. 'Did so well for me. My sweet, darling girl.' Hand going up to massage her lower back, knowing that being suspended in such a position for that long of time had to have caused some short-term pain. Scandalabra knew she could handle it but still wanted to pamper. Giving the same treatment to her wrist after untying them from the headboard.

Propping her to sit up. Slotting himself to sit behind her, so Reader could lean his back flushed against his chest. 'Just relax for me, sweetheart.' The ball gag now sat on the nightstand. That way he wouldn't forget to get it back to Ben-hwa. But right now, his focus was on getting Reader cleaned up and comforted. Plucking the last bits of cooled wax from her flesh. A small laugh at the goosebumps the sensation created. 

'Let me see you, lovely.' Turning her face so he could see her eyes. A water bottle held to her lips, he prompted Reader to drink. Using it to ground her.

'Did it really irritate you that much? Me canceling?' His heart sank at that. 'Oh, no. Was just hamming it up for the scene. I would've talked to you if it did. We're both adults, capable of serious conversation.' Humming as he rubbed lotion into her skin as Reader's skin did show some signs of irritation.

'Shh, close your eyes. You deserve the rest, have earned it.' Kissing behind her ear at the sound of a yawn.

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Are—are you new around here? (/confused)

none of my fics match that description. but like all the shit written here is fiction. hell, half to most of the kinks I write about, I’m not even remotely interested in

that said, if I were to write such a fic, it would be at least tagged # tw noncon

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Morpheus

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Skips couldn't believe his luck. It was the witching hour where the house had eerily settled with the occasional creak. Almost as if the house was stretching in preparation for the next day's impending chaos. The only light source in the bedroom was the moonlight cast in from the nearby window. Reader having forgotten to close the blinds. Glowing softly while Reader slept peacefully. Leaning against the doorframe, Skips watched as Reader's chest rose and fell. His own Tithonus but he frankly wasn't the rejuvenating dawn.

With how low Reader's boxers rested on their hips, Skips could see the soft pudge of their stomach slightly overlapping their v-line. Cotton t-shirt twisted upwards with how Reader had tossed and turned in their sleep so far. The duvet kicked towards the opposite end of the bed. Skips had watched enough to know how fussy a sleeper Reader was. Being the one to suggest melatonin gummies despite hating how their shared time had now been cut short. His concern for Reader's health ultimately won out.

Scarf swishing as Skips moved closer to the bed. It dipped as he crawled, nimble hands slowly pulled Reader's boxers down his legs. Not fully off as Skips was planning on leaving behind a gift. Aptly watching Reader's face. Confident that Reader wouldn't wake up. At least not until noon the next day. Slowly sucking on the tip, building up a bit of spit. 

Spit dribbling down the shaft as his soft lips bobbed downward, taking more and more of their cock into his mouth. A groan escaped Skips, his focus more on not triggering his gag reflex. One hand going down to palm his own cock, Skips could feel the blood encroach downward. The skin grew even warmer as Reader's cock grew from its flaccid state.

Hardening in his mouth, Reader was still blissfully unaware. Their breathing became a bit laborious. Their hips rolled upward, seeking more pleasure. Popping his lips off, Skips spat a wad of spit, watching as it collected around the base. Hand pumping Reader's shaft.

'Really don't care who fucks you, do you? Not when you're this vulnerable. Will take anything you can get.' Reader fucked into Skips' fist as he spoke. Skips' shadows kept the hallway light from creeping into the room. Not wanting anything to break the fragile atmosphere they both currently shared. Skips kissed down to Reader's balls, sucking on them.

'That's okay, I'll make sure I'm the only one who gets to see you this way,' giving a lick of possessiveness before he returned to bobbing along Reader's shaft. Suppressing his gag reflex to the best of his ability as he deep throated the sleeping man below him. Unsuccessful as his throat ended up making a gluck—gluck—gluck noise. Spit trailing down his chin. Reader's close with how their thighs are shaking.

Abruptly pulling off Reader's cock when spurts of cum shot from his dick. Once they were done, Skips returned their boxers to their original state. Snug on their hips, Skips kissed up their happy trail. 'Sweet dreams, love.'

Like clockwork, Reader's eyes flutter open around 10am the next day. A little earlier than usual. 'Shit,' Reader groans as the feeling of stickiness registers in their brain. If they didn't know any better, they'd assume that they were experiencing the unfortunate aftermath of a wet dream. But this had happened way too often with their libido for that to be the case. 'Goddamn it, Skips.' Unable to locate where the laughter was coming from, they got up to clean themselves and get ready for what the day had in store.

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Just My Type

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Jason comes back from the dead and sees how Dick has gotten together with Kori. Clocking it for what it is when Kori’s flaming red locks come into view. ‘Huh? So he has a type,’ Jason thinks to himself. Assuming her to be a conciliation price as Dick couldn’t have him.

‘Tell me. Tell me about the nights you spent cradled up on her chest. This cock of yours kept warm in her quim,’ Jason growls. Uncovering Dick’s mouth despite how they needed to stay quiet. The rest of the Titans in the next room over.

A vice grip wrapped around his balls before slapping the shaft with a flat hand. ‘Always were such an easy little thing. No wonder you got around.’ Dick’s unable to say anything outside of weak babbling. He couldn’t even refute Jason’s suffocating anger. How it wasn’t like that. That it had started out with pure intentions. Spiraling into romance after months of nightmares.

‘You still see me as that pathetic little kid that looks up to you, don’t you? Jesus, Richard.’ Arm flexing as he jerks Dick off faster. His free hand covers Dick’s mouth, not wanting to hear those clotty sweet noises. Yet he’s unable to stop the image of Dick’s body doubling over, spurts of cum shooting across his fist from burning into his retinas.

‘Get your shit together.’ Jason doesn’t know if the words were meant more for Dick or himself. Storming off, he didn’t bother cleaning the cum off his hand. Letting it drip down his skin.

Oh, and when Kori finds out? She’s got him splayed out on her bed. Surrounded by her sweet perfume as he’s manhandled to be face down, ass up. Kissing down his spine, she’s already gotten one orgasm out of him. ‘Y’know he never gave up on you. Was absolutely heartbroken, searched up and down Gotham for you.’ Easing a finger into his ass. A broken moan spilling from Jason’s lips.

‘Believe Dick made the exact same noise first time I fingered his ass.’ Slowly pumping it in and out as she searched for his prostate. It takes another finger scissoring him open for her to find it. A light tap on the thigh in encouragement as he keens and arches his back. Sucking on his earlobe, Kori whispered in faux sympathy, ‘stubborn little thing. Can’t even accept a little loving. Gonna have to fix that.’

Adding a few hickies to his neck as she inserts a third finger. ‘Ah—feel so full—‘

‘Gonna feel even more full with my cock in you,’ grinding it against him. Coaxed earlier into picking one that was larger than Dick’s and longer than Roy’s. Admiring her handy work—how she had reduced this hunk of a man to jello as she added lube to her strap. ‘Remember to breathe, Jason. As hot as it would be, I’m not gonna have you faint on me.’

Dick can hear the sounds of Kori’s hips slapping against Jason’s ass. The stereotypical plap—plap—plap mixing with his sobs. Kori having yanked him upward by the hair when he tried hiding his noises by biting the pillow. ‘Nuh-uh, cry your little heart out, baby.’ Fully aware their shared lover was listening in. Jerking off like a peeping tom to his girlfriend rearranging his baby brother’s guts.

‘You need to cum again, so soon? That’s okay baby, cum on my cock…there we go.’ Jason’s hips bucked wildly before he fell, unable to hold himself upright as the live wire of pleasure coursed through his muscles. Whining softly when Kori went to remove her strap.

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Had to wait for the 2 other books I had on hold but they all finally arrived

The other 2 being Lore Olympus Vol 2 & A Hero’s Guide to Deadly Dragons (HTTYD)

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Can-Can

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Cameron loves to catalogue Reader’s trash. It’s not creepy, he swears. It’s just another way to get to know her. One that bypasses the pesky small talk. Not that he doesn’t like that. Rather there’s only so much Cam can learn about someone when most of their interactions color him as indifferent. Partially his fault. Well, more like mostly.

It was a few months in before Cam finally learns the timing of her period. Her cravings and the medication she uses for the cramps. As all the wrapping are stored within his bins. Cradled by expired groceries and discarded envelopes of paid bills.

‘Let me help take the edge off,’ his voice uncharacteristically sweet to Reader’s ears. She’s dead on her feet, mind in the gutter when Cameron greets her. ‘None of that, just gonna make you something light to eat,’ thumbs brushing across her dark circles. ‘Look like a zombie.’

Unfortunately, Reader still had to go to work while on her period. ‘Gee golly, thanks,’ Reader retorts sarcastically. ‘Oh but you’re in lucky. Happen to find grouchy zombies quite cute.’ Grabbing the chocolate he had delivered to the house earlier. Cashing in his favor with Mac to help him as Cam wasn’t really the best when it came to technology.

Eventually wearing her down enough with “kind” acts, Reader invites Cameron into her bed. The taste of herbal tea with honey still thick on her tongue as they kissed. Reader had been the one to initiate, letting her hormones take over. Having hit a dry spell.

Cam drops her on the bed unceremoniously. A terracotta towel already beneath her to catch the messy jewels of blood. Flush against her bare bottom. Roughly pushing Reader's thighs apart, he pulls her closer. Diving in, he eats her out as if it were his last meal. 'This isn't—ah, gross to you?'

Tongue licking a stripe from her entrance to her clit. Wiggling his head side to side as he began to drool. Surrounded by the warm heat of her quim, the metallic tang, and the prickly hairs that made up her bush. Slurping noises filled the room. Groaning when Reader's hand trailed into his raven locks. Taking it as a cue to go faster. 

But he instead chooses to tortuously remove himself from the paradise between her thighs. Looking up at her with lust blown eyes, Cameron laughed like a hyena. 'Gross? You forget I live for filth, love.' Smearing the blood up along her thighs as he leaves slobbery kisses in his wake. His hands were just as soaked. Feeling a tug on his greasy tresses, Cam relents, 'okay, okay, sweetheart. I'll go back down.' 

It doesn't take long before she begins to reach her peak. Especially with the hums that emit from Cameron's throat every time a coagulated clot hits his tongue, gulping it down. His Adam apple visibly bobbing each time as well. Reader watching from her perch above him. Cam's hands tightened against Reader's hips when he felt her thighs begin to twitch. 

Talking against her cunt, 'c'mon. Cum for me. Cum on my face.' 

Reader drops, unable to keep herself propped up as she comes with a yelp. Hips bucking further into Cameron's mouth. 'That's it, that's a good girl. Did such a good job.' Cameron now softly cooing, hands rubbing gentle circles along her skin. 

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Eddie; Put this muzzle on

Volt; No, no, no, no, you can’t—

Eddie; Yeah, come here

Volt; You’re not gonna muzzle me. You can’t

Eddie; You can’t? Well watch

Eddie; Shh, shh. I just did

Volt; *muffled* this is fucking bullshit

Eddie; You know, you brought this on yourself

. . .

[right before reintegration]

Volt; Please...please. Let me come live with you, please. I promise I'll be—I'll be a good boy. Okay, I'll—I'll be quiet. You—you won't even have to use the muzzle

Source - Future Man

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Take a Breather

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Koa in his object form pst-pst-pst-ing at Reader every time they pass by. Watching as they bounce between areas of the house. Trying their hardest to get all their chores done on their rare day off. But Koa can sense the stress suffocating them. All their muscles tensed up. The last resort as Betty couldn't even successfully coax them into her grasp. 

'I can't, Koa. Still have another load of laundry to do,' Reader tries to give him a withering glare. But it falls flat with how exhausted they are. But Koa's fed up with their excuses, swooshing into his human form. Plopping onto the couch. He treats it more akin to a hammock than a couch. It earns him a short and sharp 'hey, easy on the furniture.' Koa ignores them, well aware that it can handle his weight. Scooping them into his lap. 

'Yes you can. Dirk and Harper can handle the laundry. You need a break.' His words were final. Leaving now room for argument. 'And before you come up with some other chore to run off to.' His hands are all over them. Running across the span of their back before coming to rest on their ass. 'All knotted up. Wouldn't even let Betty help.'

'Wanted to,' Reader softly admits. Watching from their spot on his lap as Koa reaches for a gift in the cushions. 'Yeah, and why didn't you?'

'Knew once she and Mateo sank their teeth into me, I wouldn't be able to leave.' The acts they'd shared together were quite intoxicating. Leaving Reader in a mindless goop yet wanting more. 

In the present, Koa reveals the gift to be a few pre-rolled blunts. Knowing Reader used the depressant when life became too much. When they needed to dull the edges. Just temporarily for a brief moment. Lighting one, Koa takes a few hits. Letting the smell surround them as he settled further against the cushions. Koa pulls Reader with them. 

Frowning when they're still so tense. 'C'mere,' with a finger under their chin, Koa guides their mouth to his. 'Relax, hun. You don't have to earn it,' he whispers as he gently blows the smoke against their face. Hungrily kissing them. Koa hears them moan. 'There we go.'

Taking another hit before repeating the action. But this time, holding it before he funneled it into their mouth. Watching as their eyes slowly gain a red bloodshot hue to them. Both of them share a dopey smile. Reader plucking it from Koa's grasp. Sucking on the bud, playfully blowing out small o-rings in Koa's direction.

'Cheeky,' Koa kisses their cheek. Waiting for the munchies to hit them, Koa turns on the tv, turning it onto some random movie for background noise. Massaging, as to untangle the knots in their muscles. His touch firm.

But to Reader, it's warm. The sluggishness from the weed made them oh-so sensitive. Koa, taking the blunt, rests it against an ashtray. Not wanting them to burn their pretty fingers. Noting how sleepy they looked, he cradled their head closer to his neck.

Napping on him, Betty walks by. Pausing to watch for a bit, she catches Koa's eye. 'Finally got them to relax?' To that, Koa simply places a finger against his lips. 'Shh, they're sleeping.' To which Betty rolls her eyes and goes in search of Mateo.