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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: another year, another kinktober for the blog; everyone say thank you to @blkkizzat for making me do this before i get off this platform bc i promise you i was ready to throw it in the trash, LMAO !! I can only hope that I can post everything on time...anyway, happy October, everybody!

2023 kinktober list ⋮ masterlists ⋮ playlist

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚…𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆???

All the material below contains 18+ content, so minors do not interact. Changes + added pieces will be updated; look through my RBs to see what was changed or added. Contents of the fanfics/pieces are specified in their respective posts.

☠︎ = ficlet/thirst/scenario (Tues) | ♱ = fics (Thurs)

𓉸ྀི . . . 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 1 :

☠︎ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 𝐌𝐞, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 . . . ft. bully! Gojo ⋮ corruption kink

♱ 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 & 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 | s. gojō + k. nanami + h. higuruma

Two demon hunters and a witch unite to take down a demon terrorizing the locals — sounds easy enough until the demon pulls something up his sleeve and drags you three in for a night you’ll never forget…!

𓉸ྀི . . . 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 2 :

☠︎ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 & 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 . . . ft. true form! Sukuna ⋮ cannabilism/ blood kink

♱ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐆𝐨 𝐁𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | s. ryōmen

The average child is bound to have some imaginary friend sometime in their life. However, as far as you can tell, you’re not supposed actually to see their “friend” — let alone be able to fuck them!

𓉸ྀི . . . 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 3 :

☠︎ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐧' 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 . . . ft. werewolf! Nanami ⋮ breeding kink + knotting

extra!! to be announced soon...

𓉸ྀི . . . 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 4 :

☠︎ 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬' 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 . . . ft. sirens! Shoko + Utahime + Yuki ⋮ monster-fucking + foursome

♱ 𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧' 𝐖𝐡𝐨, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞? | c. kamo

Having a phantom in your apartment sounds pretty scary…! But what happens when you finally catch that unexpectedly cute ghost creeping around and frightening you? And…how do you plan on punishing the little scrub?

𓉸ྀི . . . 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 5 :

☠︎ 𝐒𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 & 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 . . . ft. ex-husband! Toji ⋮ cockwarming

♱ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥[𝐞𝐫] !! | s. gojō + s. getō

Ending the month with tradition: pulling up all the best scary movies to watch and hanging with your two best friends! But it's safe to say that the thing poking behind your back isn't a knife…according to Gojo.

𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒃!!

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King!Sukuna x Princess!Gojo!Reader

Part 1 to a possible series? If it’s something the people would like to see. Ideas and feedback are very appreciated. MDNI

Warnings: smut, Sukuna doing another woman, brother Gojo, young child Choso(it will come together later trust me), mentions of Sukuna cumming in another woman(nameless faceless concubine), Sukuna being a little bit of a dick, fluffy material?, uraume being possibly ooc?, Sukuna being slightly sexist(i think), cursing,(let me know if i missed anything)

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Arranged.

You’d always hated the word. Your soon to be marriage wasn't arranged. It was just seen as a fact. Something you’d endure for the sake of your kingdom, the survival of your family and people. You had no choice in the matter and you hated it. One of the downsides of being a princess in a falling kingdom. An enemy kingdom, ruled over by the infamous king, Sukuna. Threatened siege if there wasn’t an agreement. A compromise. He wanted heirs, and trade from your family. But you suppose that was just a perk of being a Gojo. Always highly desired, and yet making enemies everywhere. Your brother, Satoru, wanted to fight it. But that was what he always wanted to do. Fight against the inevitable. Your family saw it easier to just hand you over. That way there would be no war, and they’d gain an ally. As well as more heirs to both the Gojo line, and partially the Sukuna one as well. The elders in your family viewing the arrangement as beneficial on all accounts, send you off as soon as they can. Satoru, your precious baby brother, insists on accompanying you to make sure you’re safe on your journey. You want to refuse his offer, you want to keep him safe within the walls of your childhood home, but he’s stubborn. 

So now, you sit in a puffy white dress your parents, the king and queen, had practically forced you into. Claiming it would make you look like more of a presentable bride. You ride on your horse, a cloudy white stallion contrasting Satoru’s jet black mare. You’d always had a habit of doing the opposite of one another. Opposite temperaments, opposite passions, opposite opinions. Most notably opposite opinions. He adores his freedom. Sure he has his responsibilities as crown prince, but he has gotten extremely talented at avoiding those things. You however, do not have that luxury. You're the eldest, the most responsible, dependable, the one your family knows they can put pressure on. You love your family, more than the silly freedoms and indulgences that Satoru chases. 

“You look ridiculous.” He smiles teasingly, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. There’s a sadness in his piercing blues. You can’t even imagine Satoru admitting to the fact that he’s gonna miss you, but you know. He hopes you know.

“What? You don’t like my bridal attire?” You chide back. Raising your nose at him in a sort of mock offense. 

“You look like a cream puff.” He bursts out into laughter, and you can’t help but giggle(more modestly than his loud, obnoxious hysterics). You were gonna miss his laugh. 

“Oh please. You couldn’t pull this off.” You roll your eyes jokingly. He snorts, but then his face falls a fraction. He’s not smiling, his mouth in a tight, tense line. His eyes drift to where he holds his leather reins. The edges digging into the pale flesh of his hands. 

“If you ever need me…” He starts, glancing between his hands and you. 

“I’ll write you, I promise.” You smile that kind signature that he’d grown to both love and hate. He hated that your kindness made you a target for your families agenda. He recognized a long time ago that the only reason either of you existed was for the benefit of the Gojo line, and he refused to fall in line with what they wanted. He just wished you’d fight with him…

“If that Sukuna bastard lays a hand on you,” If he got any angrier at the thought, there’d be steam leaking out from his ears. “I’ll kill him.” He finishes confidently. As if there was no way he could lose. And you believe in him. In the dedication and loyalty carved into his features. 

“You think you’d win in a fight against the cursed king?” She chuckles slightly. 

“Oh yeah, I’d win.” He grins proudly. So incredibly sure of himself. But that was just Satoru, and you loved him for it. 

The rest of the ride is quiet, uneventful. Then you notice as the environment around you starts to change. As you loom closer to Sukuna’s kingdom, the sounds of birds and life fade into silence, and dark clouds roll into the sky seemingly out of nowhere. Both you and Satoru pull on your hooded cloaks as it starts raining heavily. Your loyal steeds not appreciative of the sudden change in scenery, but they press on. It doesn’t take long until you’re at the gates. The walls are tall, made of dark coloured stone. Sharp wooden spikes lining the top of the wall where guards notably patrol. It’s an intimidating sight. 

You are quickly recognized by the guards, just by the look of you and Satoru it’s clear what family you belong to. The large, heavy looking gate is opened, and you both ride slowly into the large open space. Houses stretching far, shops can be seen down one road, while stables can be seen lining another. But the thing that catches your attention is the castle. It’s tall and every part is so…intimidating. Is that truly where you’d be living? This place seems so..devoid of life. Of color and sunlight and joy…

You dismount your horse, thankful that though you may look like a cream puff, your dress reaches just high enough that it doesn't drag on the muddy ground. There is a short, fat, angry looking man that shouts at a small boy to fetch your things from your horses. The boy in question couldn't be older than 12. With a dark brunette head of longer hair, tied up in spiky pigtails, and notable redness under his eyes. Like he’d been recently and frequently crying. As well as a scarred line running from his cheek, across the bridge of his nose, to his other cheek. He scrambles to do as the man instructs. But the bags are heavy, so you go to help him. 

“Hey, I’ve got these two. Okay?” You speak softly and sweetly. Helping him with the heavier bags. “What’s your name hun?” You smile.

The boy stares awe struck at you for a couple seconds. His mouth hung open as he stares. Like he was staring at an angel. 

“Choso…I’m Choso, Kamo.” He fumbles over his words. Clearly anxious.

“Well Choso, would you mind helping me bring my things inside.” You Nod to the castle. He seems to squirm at the thought. 

“That’s king Sukuna’s domain, I don’t want to get into trouble..” He speaks quietly.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise.” You raise an eyebrow to him, and he cracks a little smile. Practically beaming as he helps you with your things. 

You turn to Satoru, drawing him into a tight hug. This could be the last time you ever see your baby brother, and damn if you’d let him get away without one hug.

“Stay out of trouble.” You whisper. “And tell Suguru and Shoko they have my thanks for keeping you safe.” You give him a light squeeze. He returns it silently. 

Then, with a guilt ridden look, he rides off. And you’re left to carry your things into the throne room of the castle. Little Choso at your side. Well really behind you, glancing around nervously at every movement or flicker of candlelight. 

You find the throne room easily, it’s in the center of the castle. But when you arrive at the entrance, the big dark doors. There’s a girl, an advisor from her attire. Long white and black robes, she seemingly guards the entrance. Looking slightly irritated, but mostly just stoic. Her hair is white, with unique red splotches. Cut short, with bangs just almost covering her eyes. When she catches sight of you, she stands up a little straighter(if that was even possible). 

“You’re the Gojo princess, correct?” She speaks respectfully, no malice or ill intention in her words. 

“I am, I was hoping to see lord Sukuna, before anything else.” You speak slowly, and she nods in understanding. 

“He is…occupied. But I'm sure he won't mind your interruption. Too much…” She murmurs the last bit. “ Though I will warn you, the…business he is attending to is not for the eyes of a young boy.” She warns, waiting for your reaction. 

Slightly puzzled, you respond. “Well…would you take Choso here, to where I’ll be staying? To deliver my things.” You glance at Choso, who still looks determined to finish his task in the big scary castle.

“I’d be happy too.” She replies, seemingly relieved to get to leave her place at the door. “Come along then.” She holds her arm out for Choso to walk ahead of her. “Good luck…” She sighs quietly.

You push open the throne room doors, using minimal force that doesn’t get you very far. Stepping through, to a rather shocking and…crude, sight. Your future husband, the king of a kingdom, with a…concubine, in his lap. His cock inside of her as she raises herself up and sinks back down onto him. You seemed to arrive at the most inconvenient moment(for you) because he glances at you, making direct eye contact as he grabs her hips, slamming her back down as he fills her up. Spurts of white dripping out of her gaping hole down her thighs as he unhooks her leg from his own thigh. Pulling out of her harshly. Shoving her off of him as if she was an animal. An object for his use. The woman doesn’t say a word, actually she only says four. Murmuring something about ‘thank you my lord’ as she scurries out of the throne room. Her shawl wrapped around her bare upper half. You take not that her other clothing(what little of it there had been to begin with) had been torn, 

Sukuna looks upon you, with a rather bored expression etched into his face. Resting his head against his hand, his elbow perched on the arm of his throne. He doesn’t bother putting his cock away, still covered in various juices, still standing rock hard.

“Lord Sukuna…” You address him, breaking the weird silence that suffocated the room. 

“Princess.” He looks you slowly up and down. “I’d apologize for the…mess. And the filth..” he glances toward where the woman had scurried off to. “But I don’t care.” He finishes crudely.

“My lord, excuse my bluntness, but why am I here? You’re clearly making an effort to get an heir in…other places.” You speak with a sort of frustration. You’d been dragged to a whole different kingdom, a dreadful one, to find the man who claimed he wanted heirs, spilling himself into another random woman. 

“She cannot give children. Neither can any of the concubines in this castle. They are infertile, deemed undesirable by others in society. But they get their use serving here.” He explains it with such..simplicity. Like it’s the most basic of concepts you don’t understand. 

“And you intend to continue…this, throughout our entire marriage?” You question, growing more irritated at the circumstances.

“If my desires are not satiated.” He rolls his eyes. As if this is boring him further, as if you don’t entertain him. But you aren’t here to entertain him, you’re here to keep your kingdom from war. “Well? Come here.” He orders.

You slowly, begrudgingly make your way over to him. Standing before his throne. Up close, he’s very handsome you have to admit. Pink hair and those intense red eyes…

“Sit.” He pats his thigh. And your eyes widen. You would not sit. Not when he was still dripping in the essence of another woman. Sure, he may be handsome. But your self respect, your dignity, would not allow this. 

“I will do no such thing.” You scoff. Glaring at him with a fury he’d never seen in any woman before. It almost surprises him. Almost. He could play chase, usually he’d bore quickly of cat and mouse, but for a pretty, stubborn little thing like you? This would be fun.

He watches as you storm off, and only when you exit the throne room, does he let his grin spread across his face. He’d have you begging for his cock before the official wedding ceremony, he was sure of it.

Meanwhile, you slowly make your way through the castles halls, eventually finding Choso sat on a decently sized bed. In a room with large windows. At least it didn’t feel like a prison. 

“You’re still here?” You ask carefully, still recovering from her previous interaction with the cursed king.

“I thought I’d wait for you to find your things, in case you got lost.” He stands from the bed. Looking stiff, like he’d been caught doing something bad.

“Won’t your mom be wanting you home?” You inquire, not meaning anything by it. But Choso’s face sinks. Looking visibly sad. 

“I don’t have a mom, I had my brothers…but they’re gone now.” He mumbles. His eyes drifting to the floor. This poor thing…

After barely a moment, an idea pops into you’re head. You could invite him to stay here with you. Surely Sukuna wouldn’t care(it didn’t seem to you like he cared about much of anything). 

“Choso, would you like to stay here with me? For the night, and if you wanna return to town in the morning, you’re more than welcome.” You offer the same sweet, kind and inviting smile you had when you’d first arrived. He’s practically tearing up as he hops around, excitedly chanting. ‘Yes yes yes yes’. 

That night Choso sleeps beneath the moonlight couch that sights by the window. A couple blankets wrapped around his sleeping form. You lay restless longer than you should. Just staring up at the ceiling. Wanting to be almost anywhere else. You’re grateful for the seperate sleeping arrangements, even if it’s probably only until the wedding. Tomorrow would be better, you’d just avoid Sukuna with his rude, vulgar tendencies. And he could fuck all the concubines he wished. Hopefully when you consummated you’re union, it would just take. Then you’d hopefully never have to do it again. He’d get his heir, and that would be the end of it. Though it’s an unrealistic sentiment, you hope for it to be possible. As you slowly drift off. Plagued with nightmares of some dark creature, four arms, covered in familiar black markings. The ones you’d noticed on Sukuna…

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Nanami x reader blurb(light smut, MDNI)

Priest!Nanami who after a long day of listening to the people of the small town where he does service, their confessions, their regrets, their darkest deeds, heads down to the small bar on the corner. He’s a regular, ordering his whiskey, and and a pack of cigarettes from the bartender. To take the edge off.

Only this time, somethings different. This time, there’s a cute, bright eyed waitress he’s never seen before. Rushing from table to table, customer to customer. There’s a clumsy, but endearing way about you. About the way you brighten up the dull and sad atmosphere. He sneaks glances at you for the remainder of his time, simply admiring you. He swears he’s only looking, and where was the harm in looking?

Only, when you come over to ask him if he needs anything, he curses himself for requesting that you sit and chat with him. Because everything about you is just as intoxicating as the cigarette smoke he exhaled through his lips. More so. The kind way you talk, your pretty little laugh, the sound of surprise you make when he says something even slightly bold.

God what is wrong with him? He’d taken an oath, many oaths. One of which he’d sworn celibacy. That he’d never indulge in the touch of a woman. But he’d joined the congregation young, when he didn’t think any woman would ever desire him. When he didn’t think he’d ever find a woman he desired. But here you were, sitting across from him in a dimly lit bar. And all he can think about is all the different sounds he can elicit from you. The squeaks and laughs and the moans, whimpers and cries. He wanted to watch you cry as you struggled to take him, struggled to keep up with the way he split you open on his cock. In this moment, that’s all he could think about as he stared at you.

Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was his lack of self control, but the next thing he knows he’s asking you to come home with him.

And for lack of better judgment, you say yes.

A/n yall let me know if you want a full piece with this man. Or a part 2, etc.

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if you would like to add to the idea I fully encourage it through reposts or asks. Thank you 🙏

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if you're ok with an incessant amount of boops reblog this so I can get those other 2 badges <3

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It’s all a marketing ploy from Erik tbh 😂

I’ve seen like 15 people already say they bought the patreon just for this moment.

how come the patreon havers got the bite…the thing i’ve been anticipating for years

when i catch you-

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This is why I haven’t posted in a while 😂

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Redacted fans, anybody else seen Chicago PD?

I just rewatched it, and Hermann gives such milo vibes 😂

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this is my first time requesting for a writing prompt so i apologize if i have a hard time describing it, but may i request nsfw (and maybe sfw) head canons of jason todd with a s/o thats a very violent vigilante but is very overly attached to jason

Omg yes, I’ve been wanting to find something Jason Todd to write for a while 😂

Jason Todd x Vigilante!reader sfw and nsfw head cannons

Warnings: smut, mentions of past trauma(bc it’s Jason Todd), reader is a vigilante with a violent streak, swearing, gn!reader, I took it in a very yandere-ish direction

(More detailed warnings before the nsfw part)

Sfw

Jason is shocked to come back to life and find there’s already another blood thirsty vigilante running the streets of Gotham, he just has to meet you.

And when he does he’s a little less surprised to find that you remind him exactly of himself. Vengeful and trying to keep justice in a more ‘efficient’ way than Batman ever could.

You notice him more around you in underground bars like the iceberg lounge, always trailing just a little behind you.

You think you’ve got a stalker, and you’re partially right.

His interest in you quickly turns into a crush one night when you grab him by his collar and demand to know why he’s been following you.

So he tells you, he’s always been an honest guy, never caring enough to bother lying or covering up what he really felt. Usually, that is.

As soon as you agree to be something with him, he’s almost a different person. Though it takes a while to break through that confident, cocky exterior he likes to front.

Soon enough though, you get to see the Jason that cares for his brothers, the Jason that’s a book nerd, the Jason that is deathly afraid of being a failure to the people he loves the most.

You soon discover he’s not all he pretends to be, and sometimes all he wants in the whole world is a few moments of peace with the person he cares for most in this world(you).

Often times(if you work a day job or do vigilante stuff in the day) you’ll find you always arrive later then you had before meeting him. He has a tendency to hold on to you and not let go in the morning.

Jason tries to hold out on you meeting his family for as long as he possibly can, especially Dick. He sees Dick as the highest standard, what he failed to be as robin. He (irrationally) fears like you’d leave him for his elder brother.

When you finally meet the rest of the bat family, they’re all just happy he’s found someone who loves him, and who he’ll actually let in.

You don’t know it, but as soon as you spend a night in his bed(or let him spend the night in yours) he’s already thinking about marrying you.

Maybe not in an official, traditional wedding way, but he’d put a ring on your finger just so he got to show everyone just how serious he is about you.

The intimacy of sleeping next to someone, the trust that they won’t stab you in your sleep(especially given your bloody history) is something Jason doesn’t take lightly.

If you like reading, he’ll recommend you books of all kinds. He’s had a lot of time to think and reflect on himself, most of which he had a book in his hands.

Speaking of hands, his are extremely rough and calloused. Years of scarring etched beautifully into his skin. He isn’t insecure exactly, he knows it shows he’s a survivor. How strong he is. But when his rough hands are on your skin he can’t help but feel like he’s too broken for you.

He isn’t easily consolable. He’s good at pretending your assurances worked as you’d planned, then overthinking the issue the rest of the day. But you quickly learn his tells, and call him out for it. To which he’s surprised at first, but just a little more in love with you.

He isn’t good at saying the words ‘I love you’. Not at first. He’s scared that once he lets those three words slip from his lips that you’ll be taken away from him.

When he does finally get used to saying it, it will be rare that he doesn’t say it during a conversation with you.

When he’s leaving for a patrol, you receive a kiss on the cheek, or even a deep and telling kiss on the lips, and a quick “I love you, see you tonight.” Before he’s out the door.

Or just before you fall asleep, you’ll get a passionate string of beautifully picked out words that Jason would never admit while fully awake.

When he’s been on missions that take him to other cities, he can’t fall asleep without you on the phone. Without your steady breathing soothing him to sleep. It gets to the point that there was a time when his phone ran out of battery, and he awoke immediately in a cold sweat. Forgetting he wasn’t next to you. He came home the next day. Unable to stand the thought of not being able to see you, to hold you.

Now in terms of you being overly attached to him, he wouldn’t say he ‘minds’ exactly.

He doesn’t want you to get hurt if something ever happens to him. He reminds you all the time that he can quite literally die almost every night. To which you shrug off. Making him laugh every time.

If you’re clinging onto him physically, he doesn’t mind at all. He loves your warmth and the pressure of your body against his. Especially if your on top of him. The weight of you on his chest gives him so much comfort it’s surreal.

Nsfw

Warnings: smut(obvi), mentions of rough sex, gn!reader and gn!body terms, heavy degradation, praise though too(separate),

He leans into being more dominant in bed. He likes the control and the ability to help you feel good.

He can be extremely rough if he’s had a stressful day. Railing into you with your legs hooked tightly over his shoulders. His hands on your waist. Squeezing the soft flesh while he chases both of your releases.

His words degrading and harsh. “Hey? Who owns this body huh? Spit it out slut.”

Sometimes he’ll edge you for hours while he gets himself off, painting your chest and face in his hot sticky cum.

But on the other side of the spectrum he can be very gentle if it’s appropriate. If it’s an intimate moment he has no trouble peppering kisses all over your beautiful body. Praising you until you can barely think.

“So good, so fucking beautiful for me yeah?”

He’s all for breathy whispers, whispering in your ear what he wants you to do. How he’s gonna make you cry his name from the pleasure.

He loves giving you head. But particularly taking it excruciatingly slow. Paying attention to every detail. Every expression or sound you make when he touches certain spots with his tongue.

Also being a Vigilante, you have scars yourself. Physical and emotional. He kisses all of them. Tells you how strong and gorgeous every one makes you look. How absolutely perfect he thinks you are.

Sometimes things slip out while you’re going at it. Words he never intended for anyone to hear. But he just gets so caught up in the moment, he can’t help himself.

“Want me to put a ring on your finger yeah? Want me to make you my pretty (wife/husband)”

I think for awhile after he came back he used sex as a way to cope, experimenting with his body and trying things he’d never thought to try before. It worked well enough for a little while, allowed him to take out his energy in a much needed outlet.

He was tortured and kidnapped when he was still a teenager, sometimes he needs to express that anger and resentment in a healthy scenario. Sex is a free, safe, and easy way to do so.

He insists on practicing safe words with you, sometimes even he needs to opt out for a water break or something like that.

After the fact, he’s extremely sweet on you. Cleaning you up however you need. Whether it’s with a wet cloth, a warm bath, or with his tongue.

He likes to hold you in the afterglow of sex, chests heaving, skin glazed over in sweat. He pulls you close against his chest, a hand on your thigh, holding you as close as he can get you. Whispering sweet praises.

“You did so well my love, so good for me.”

Hope you enjoyed this, I’m working on more requests at the moment 😘

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Masterlist

My writing rules:

•I will not always have the motivation to write, so please be patient with me

•I will write - smut, gore/violence, noncon/dubcon themes, and probably some other potentially triggering topics,

• I will not write - pedophilia(no character under the Canon age of 18 will have any sexual content written about them on my page), piss and shit fetishes(not my vibe no hate to ppl who’s vibe it is), racism(just no), the exclusion or purposeful erasure of specific characters(I will never contribute to the Gaz slander),

• I do not condone any of the things put into my writing, and you as a reader are responsible for the content you choose to consume. Interactions are greatly appreciated, thank you for reading<3

🙈 - pushing the spice

* - smut

Slashers and horror characters

✎ Jealous Slashers(🙈)

✎ Seeing Vincent without his mask

✎ Vincent with a s/o with acne/ self harm scarring

✎ Michael and I love you’s

✎ Sawyer family s/o headcannons

✎ Slashers with a s/o with a high sex drive*

COD

✎ Konig(switch) *

JJK

✎ Priest!Nanami blurb*

✎ King!Sukuna x Princess!Reader - part 1 ,

DC

✎Jason Todd SFW and NSFW headcanons*

If you’re not sure if I write for a fandom, please ask.

[roachspeaks]

YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING 💞 i beg you to write some headcannons about the sawyers family with their s/o, in tcsm. with the new characters from the game if you can (sissy and johnny)?? thanks🫂

Sawyer Family x gn!reader basic hc’s

Omg this took way to long, writers block is a killer. I’m gonna admit I had to do some research and read some fics to get to know some of the characters I don’t usually write, but here we go<3

Disclaimer: the Sawyer family tree is so very very confusing, so the characters I went with: Bubba, Johnny, Sissy, Drayton(who is gonna be the older brother but more father figure bc his role is confusing), and Nubbins,

If I missed anyone, let me know and I wasn’t completely sure if you wanted this fluffy or smutty, so I went safe. If you did want smut, ask me please. And it shall be done:)

Bubba

•The sweetest boy, always reaching out to you for affection.

•He’s a big hugger, and a bear hugger too. Sometimes forgets how much bigger he is than most other people, but how can you say no? Even when he’s knocked the wind out of you with those big arms of his.

•He’s a simple man, he could die peacefully and fulfilled in your embrace.

•PRAISE HIM!

•He corrects himself on accidental roughness, tell him he’s doing such a good job and he’ll melt.

•Sometimes he gets easily frustrated because of people not understanding his intentions, so be patient with him. Reward him with hugs and cuddles and he’ll be satisfied.

•Late night talks! Even if it’s more enthusiastic grunts and whines. You’ll both be lying in bed and he’ll just be babbling happily about his day, or about how much he loves you with the widest grin on his face.

•He’s never really had a ‘relationship’ before, so there are times when you have to remind him what’s appropriate in front of the family and what’s not.

•Like sometimes he’ll get really excited, and start kissing you all over.

•But it’s at the dinner table, and some people in this Texan conservative household don’t want to see that PDA.

•His brothers and sister just love teasing him left and right about you, and he couldn’t care less. He loves you, and he’d tell the whole world if he could.

•The warm humidity of Texas is all he’s ever known, so one night there’s a weird and sudden cold snap, and he is absolutely freezing. You aren’t allowed to move from being his personal heating pad.

•But you aren’t complaining, trapped in a pile of blankets with the man you love isn’t the worst way to go.

•Sometimes he’ll go hunting in the forest and bring you back wild fowl, or something other than what the Sawyers all usually eat.

•Sure he wants you to be part of the family, but he notices the way your face scrunches up at the prospect of eating other people.

•It confused him at first, then it clicked that you didn’t like eating people. Like how he didn’t like his vegetables(or that’s how he thought about it).

•So he brings you other more humane alternatives.

•He hates rain and storms, they confuse him. As nobody took the time to explain to him what was happening, why everything was so loud and dark.

•It takes a lot of convincing and encouragement until he’s not cowering in fear at the thunder and lightning(thinking of making a one shot about this tbh).

•To sum it all up, he’s hopelessly in love, and he’d do anything and everything to protect you, and make you happy. He loves the feeling of your soft skin on his. Even if you have rougher hands, it’s nothing compared to his, and he loves it.

•Be gentle with this man, love him to death I beg<3

Johnny

•He’s a cocky bastard, even before you were officially together he was treating you like you were married to him under the state.

•Has absolutely no shame, and he will make out with you in front of Sissy to make her annoyed.

•He’s hyper fixated and persistent, meaning he will get what he wants eventually. So it’s better not to fight him on it(whatever it may be).

•Just like with Bubba, he is teased RELENTLESSLY. More so about how soft you make him. Or how whipped he is for you.

•Whenever he does something remotely sweet or nice to you in front of his siblings(and sometimes even his father and mother) he’ll get a sharp whistle and a chorus of teasing and laughter.

• “Wow Johnny, you really are just a softie huh?”

• “Shut it..”

•He’d never admit it to his family, but he would do anything for you.

•Any guy(or girl frankly) makes the mistake of catcalling or harassing you? They’re dead on the news the next morning.

•As I said even BEFORE you guys were officially dating.

•And he’s a jealous jealous man, so even if it was a misperceived or imaginary threat, it’s enough for him to kill them.

•He tries to be normal for you at first, tries to ignore the taunting from his family that he’ll slip up and scare you away.

•Then he quickly discovers your a freaky little thing by nature, even if your a little freaked out at first.

•Because who wouldn’t want a boyfriend so obsessed with you that he’ll murder for you?

•He likes it when you touch his hair, especially when he’s all sweaty from one thing or another.

•He won’t make you eat people, sometimes he doesn’t either. Not because he’s disgusted by it, more so because he gets bored of just one thing.

•The type to decide when you wake up, whether he’s up before you or not. Sometimes he’s clinging onto your midsection telling you ‘just five more minutes’ for the next hour and a half,

• Other times it’s a note left on your nightstand after he’s left to do farm chores, saying ‘If I see you up before 11 so help me god’

Sissy

•She personally lives for the thrill of bringing you(male, female or other) back home to her family. Specially her daddy.

•She doesn’t hide anything about her life from you even from the beginning. Meaning she expects the same blatant transparency.

•Loves annoying her brothers, mostly Johnny.

•She refuses softness in front of her family because as stated prior, she knows she’ll be made fun of excessively for it.

•That’s not to say she isn’t clingy and all over you.

•She is, it’s just much less ‘lovey dovey’ more ‘this person is mine, touch them and I’ll kill you’.

•She loves when you treat her, growing up she was often overlooked by her family, or even underestimated.

•Buy her something pretty, or something like a plant and she’ll be even more in love.

•She’s never liked loud animals, but she likes cats. Despite her family’s protests, onetime when she was a kid Nubs tried to kill a cat for lunch, she beat him silly. Saved the poor orange kitty and fed it for years.

•Her favourite colour is orange because of that.

•She sleeps like she’s constantly taking up to much space, she curls into one side of the bed and tries to keep there.

•It would be greatly appreciated if you pulled her close, let her uncurl from her little self created ball.

Drayton

•This man has his moments, and I’m not completely sure how I feel about him.

•The Sawyer family often picks on each other and teases each other but Drayton and Nubbs often take it just a little too far.

•His younger siblings are constantly poking fun at his attempts at leadership, and I feel like that makes him a deeper character then I’ve really thought about before.

•He’s a classic older cowboy type, a gentleman with a very stereotypical older brother vibe.

•He tries to keep his family safe, and that includes you when you find your way into his heart.

•He isn’t exactly ‘sweet’ but he can commit to sentimental gestures if that’s something you like.

•The occasional bouquet of wild flowers on your nightstand, or a kiss on the cheek before he goes out for work in the morning.

•He often judges himself too harshly, his decisions and his ability to lead his family, just tell him he’s doing good. He’ll melt in your hands like putty.

•His siblings often make risky choices just to show they can, and it stresses him out(more than he’ll show or admit).

•He can be bad at minding his manners, especially when people are riling him up.

•All he needs is someone to come home too, someone who can appreciate him for all he does and all he tries to do.

(His is really short but I’m unfamiliar with his character😂)

Nubbins

•He’s definitely the most openly clingy if the bunch, he’ll stick to your side like he’s glued there.

•Whether you’re going for a drive into town, or just getting up to go make something for yourself, he’s on your tail.

•He loves being pressed up against you, barely(if any) space between your bodies.

•It makes him feel safe.

•Drayton, Johnny and Sissy often tease him for being dumb, but he’s not dumb! You don’t think so..right?

•Unlike many of the others, if he needs your reassurance, he’ll ask you for it.

•He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, or down his back.

•He tries to be polite, at least after you teach him what exactly that means.

•He’s very possessive, some days when there isn’t any work that needs done, he’ll just hold you hostage in your bed.

•He loves sunrises, sometimes he wakes up at a specific time just to watch them(his internal clock).

Some of these are shorter than others, if you want anymore specific head cannons let me know, or any other characters<3 have a lovely day.

[roachspeaks]

𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑

𝙺ö𝚗𝚒𝚐 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙺ö𝚗𝚒𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛.

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚅, 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜(𝚖 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚞𝚋 𝙺ö𝚗𝚒𝚐, 𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝, 𝙰 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙺ö𝚗𝚒𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕(𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚄𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡

𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙳𝙽𝙸

König couldn’t help the whimpers and moans that escaped his mouth. His beautiful girlfriend was on top of him, bouncing on his cock. Making him feel euphoric. Usually he could wait until they were home, or somewhere where the walls were thick enough to muffle the sound. But today after a particular strenuous mission, he needed her. He was all over her the moment they got back to her room. It was supposed to be just cuddling up and turning in for the night but he couldn’t help his need to touch her body. She knew he was loud, always had been. But in this moment he was taking it to a whole new level. “Fuck shatz” His head was thrown back as his eyes rolled in his skull. The feeling of her walls squeezing rapidly on his throbbing cock was too much for him. Plus the wet, slapping sound that she made when she lifted herself up particularly high and then sunk back down on him. He felt like he was in heaven, the burning of his skin and the foggy way he couldn’t even hope to focus on anything that wasn’t her sent shivers up his spine.

 “Awe such a pretty slut. Look at you, tongue lolled out. Barley holding it together.” Her words almost didn’t register in his head. He knew she was right, he probably did look like a slut right now. Such a big strong man struggling to hold it together underneath her. Then he heard it. Other voices in the hallway outside the room. 

“Liebling! We—..we have to pause.” He attempted to slow the movement of her hips with his hands. But with zero effort she moved his hands to either side of his head. He could have easily stopped her, but honestly the prospect of getting caught got him even more riled up. The idea of the team hearing just how good she made him feel. Knowing who really has the control in the bedroom. He let her pin his hands against the headboard behind him by his wrists. She could feel him twitch inside of her at the dominance. 

“We’re gonna keep going. You just have to be quiet angel.” Angel. The nickname caused a whine to drag up his throat. One of the many sweet sounds his love craved hearing. One of the sweetest symphonies she swears she’s ever heard. She lifts her hips until her cunt is just barely touching his cock before slamming back down. Causing one of the loudest, filthiest, most pornographic moans she had ever heard to erupt from the man below her. He swears he’s seeing stars and he hasn’t even cum yet. Her hand slaps over his mouth. But she doesn’t stop moving her hips up and down on him. “You just can’t listen can you? Dirty boy.” She smirks, continuing to ride his aching cock. He moans into her hand. The vibration it sends through her arm is lewd and electrifying. She sits all the way down on him, he’s a big boy. But it doesn’t stop her. Just as he thinks she may be having some mercy on him, she starts rotating her hips in a circular motion. It drives him mad. 

“Bite! Bitte! Please! Please let me cum!” His voice is shaky and overstimulated. He doesn’t realize how loud he’s actually being. There’s sounds of confusion from behind the thin door. 

“König! Shush baby. Be a good boy and hold on for me, alright?” She tilts his head so that he looks her in the eyes. He nods frantically at the tease of praise. She looks around slowly for something to keep him quiet. Her eyes light up deviously as they fall on her discarded panties. She quickly decided the thin, soft fabric would do the job. She grabs them and before König can question it she smashes her mouth into his. Drowning him in her tongue. She does one particularly sharp bounce on his cock. Sending an intense wave of pleasure through his body. Causing him to gasp with surprise, and when his mouth opens in a pathetic attempt to release some of that tension she stuffs her panties in his mouth. As soon as the taste of her previous arousal meets his tongue he practically has heart eyes. He doesn’t even last 10 more seconds. The taste, and scent of her cunt combined with the feeling of her wrapped tightly around him was enough to send him barreling over the edge. His hips bucking up into her wildly. Pumping her full of him and painting her insides white. 

He pants wildly, slowly coming down from his high. Then he realizes she hadn’t cum. He looks up at her to find her smirking devilishly. He doesn’t know what came over him, but there’s a sudden need to wipe that pretty smirk off her face. Before she can process he’s flipped her onto her back. His head between her thighs. His breath on her cunt. “Your gonna be the one needing this, mein shatz.” His voice is cocky as he removes her underwear from his teeth and presses it into her mouth. She can taste the mixture of his saliva and her arousal. Not wanting to waste a second he could be eating his lovers cunt, König dives between her thighs. Holding her hips and hooking her legs over his shoulders. Providing him with a deeper angle. He makes an effort to suck on her clit, then dragging his flattened tongue over it. Making the woman who was previously so cocky, whimper and whine into her own soaked panties. Her hips pushed up into his mouth, desperate for more. Her cunt already sensitive from riding him. Deciding to give her more than she was asking for, he shoves two of his thick fingers into her tight hole. Scissoring them inside her. The stretch is so utterly delicious. She can feel her climax approaching, her legs twitch in an effort to close around his skull. Without a word, and without removing his tongue from her desperate little cunt. He pushes her legs apart, flattening them onto the bed and finishing her off. Feverishly shoving his fingers into her cunt while his tongue ravages her sensitive clit. Her body shakes and she practically screams around her panties as she comes around his fingers. He continues until he can tell her high is coming down. Pulling out his fingers and maki g eyes contact with her as he takes them in his mouth and licks them clean. “Süss” 

[roachspeaks]

Michael Myers and the first ‘I love you’

Drabble of you telling Michael you love him for the first time

Warnings: As always gender neutral terminology, a bit emotional, swearing,

Michael Myers(whichever)

You hadn’t seen Michael in almost 2 weeks. There were already rumours around town that ‘the shape’ was finally dead. Gone for good. You didn’t believe it. Or rather, you couldn’t believe it. No one in town knew of your relationship with him, in any regard. So you couldn’t really just go around asking if anyone had seen him. This particular night you were feeling the weight of his absence more than usual. You were crying, sobbing more accurately. Curled in a ball beside your bed. You didn’t even hear the cause of your fuss coming up next to you. As if it was nothing Michael took a seat beside you, his coveralls looking more disgusting then the last time you’d seen him. He laid down his iconic kitchen knife and slid it across the carpet to a corner of the room. You still hadn’t noticed him. He didn’t have sympathy for others, at least not usually. But seeing you cry, surely over him. Stirred a foreign feeling in his chest. Made his stomach churn in an uncomfortable way. He was still sitting a painful distance away from you but as to catch your attention he slowly Scooched closer, your knees and thighs touching. Your head snapped up to see the pale, familiar mask of your silent lover. Forgetting anything else about him, all the previous caution. You practically leaped on top of him. He was thankful he slid his knife further away as his back came in contact with the carpeted floor. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly. As to keep you from falling he placed a large, scarred hand on your lower back. He knew he couldn’t pry you off even if he wanted too. Usually physicality wasn’t his forte but just this once. “Fuck Michael..I love you! Don’t you ever do that again!” At those three magic words his heart stopped. Or rather he could feel it beating for the first time. You realized what you said, but you didn’t care. You meant it. Michael always made an effort to show you that being connected to him was a bad thing. That it could only end badly. All of those things ran through Michaels head. He didn’t want you to be punished for his actions. For anything related to him. He didn’t feel bad for the people he killed. Not by a long shot. But he didn’t want you to suffer because of it. He loved you too. He couldn’t really say it, but he could show you. He slowly sat up, you on his lap. You almost thought he was gonna push you off. But surprisingly both of you, he wrapped both of his big arms around your torso. Allowing you to fully take him in. He smelled like sewer water and mildew but you loved him(and owned a perfectly working shower and washing machine). That night you fell asleep laying on him, he stayed awake. Swearing he wouldn’t let anything hurt you. Not because of something he did.

Just something short and sweet, have a good day or night lovelies <3

[roachspeaks]

DAVID FOLLOWS THE UNO OFFICIAL TWITTER ACC CONFIRMED

Shaw Pack Headcanons (Ft Sam)

I have like 3 more of these ready to go but I’m gonna release the Solaire Clan headcanons next

- Angel always wears a bow somewhere on their body, a way of saying they’re “A gift waiting to be unwrapped by David”.

- David doesn’t play Uno by house rules, he plays it by the rules on the box and whatever new rules the official Uno account tweets out.

- Sweetheart always dresses as a ghost for Halloween.

- Baaabe does the Hispanic Mom cliche of waking up early in the morning on Sundays and blasting Spanish music to polish and clean the house.

- Tank wears crop tops to show off their abs.

Keep reading

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QUEEN .....!!! ; Seeing that your request was open, I came here immediately, can I request Michael, Fredy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Bo, Vincent, charles lee ray and Lester. With s/o who have high sex, and are always spoiled by s/O 🥺will always do anything and obey their wishes so then s/o can have sex.

You can think I'm a pervert, you can also ignore my strange request. I really like your story everything is so perfect. Don't forget to take care of your health ❤ and drink lots of water so you don't get dehydrated. Have a good day

Omg I just saw this!! I almost missed it 😭😭😭. But omg ofc. Sorry this took so long(I’m not even sure how long it took tbh) as a bonus for me almost missing your request I included some kinks and aftercare hc’s. <3

Slashers with a s/o with a high sex drive

Warnings: nsfw(obvi), descriptions of sex, some ooc(I think😅), gender neutral terms,

Michael Myers(any)

At first he doesn’t understand the appeal of sex. He spent his entire teenage years in a mental institution. Didn’t have much time to explore his own body or desires. But after much begging(and him coming to the conclusion it means a lot to you) he decides to try it. What could go wrong right? Remember how I said he didn’t get to go trough his basic teenage hormone faze? You’ve made him hyper sexual. Of course he’s gonna be selfish with it, and you will get little to no control. But he’s come to the realization he likes sex. You better bet he’s rough with it too. He’s definitely a pain/masochism kinda guy. You offer to integrate blood or knives in the mix?(even if its fake) He’s into it. Again with the roughness, choking, degrading(this man doesn’t even need words to be degrading). He’s defo the type to fuck you until you cry. Aftercare isn’t really his strong suit. If you pass out or can’t walk to the bathroom yourself he’ll clean you up(he ain’t a condom man, ain’t got no patience). Of course if you comment on it he’ll deny it.

Freddy Krueger

My personal feeling about this man are mixed. He’s definitely a torture kinda guy. Like either denying your orgasm over and over. Edging you until you can’t think. Or making you cum over and over until the same result. His sex drive is also exponentially high so your made for each other. His whole dream power has definitely been used to make you have wet dreams. Even to just manipulate you Into wanting sex. A bondage guy. I can see it. He’d enjoy the thrill of you not being able to do anything as he tortures you. Aftercare isn’t great with him either. He’ll wipe you down and let you cuddle him(because any physical contact is physical contact enough for him).

Bo Sinclair

It has been established that Bo is no amateur. He’s a sex guy. When he discovers your high sex drive he’s thrilled. Counters, bedrooms, showers, public bathrooms, nowhere is safe. He’s into just about everything you can think of but some that stick out, oral(receiving mostly), roughness in general, you being loud, PRAISE. He will never admit it, to his dying breath. But this man lives for your praise and your sounds. It lets him know that he’s making you feel good. He may act like a self centred asshole(and sometimes he is) but he’s also always looking out for your pleasure. After care with him is surprisingly adequate. He knows he can be rough. And after sex he’ll run you a hot bath and join you(if you’d prefer that of course). He’ll let you sleep on top of him and the next day he’ll make you food.

Vincent Sinclair

He’s the KING of giving oral. Loves making you feel good more than anything. Also a massive vouyer(enjoys watching you touch yourself). He has tunnels in the walls for a reason. And my man can multitask. You can be horny, whining and begging for him to ruin you, and he can use one hand to do just that while he uses the other to do his sketches.(I headcannon he’s ambidextrous). He’s definitely the type to lick his fingers after you cum for him. Like he does it so casually. Aftercare with this man is HEAVEN. He’s so touch deprived you can count on cuddles and showers of kisses(and literal showers too). A worrier. Will ask over and over if he was too rough. And he can be ROUGH. Like face red with tears of pleasure, legs numb. Especially if you decided to be bratty with him.

Lester Sinclair

Much like Vincent he is also a worrier. But the whole time. Unlike Vince he can’t multitask as simply. But k GUARANTEE the moment you mention how your feeling he has dropped everything and is ready to please you. He’s like a puppy staring at you, waiting for instruction. Once he gets an idea of what you want he’s getting straight to work. He’s defo a chest guy. Don’t matter if you have boobs or not. He will watch for any reaction that you make, any spots on your body that warrant specific sounds or bodily reactions from you when he touches them. After a while he knows your body better then you do. He can be rough if you want him to but prefers to be gentle and thorough. He’s also an aftercare-aholic. Will hold you and smother you until you have to physically push him away(but why would you need to am I right?).

Jason Voorhees

As MANY people have stated, his feelings about sex are mixed. It was something the camp leaders who let him die participated in, and that was bad. But it was also something you clearly valued and you weren’t bad. You are the love of us life. Once he gets over the idea of it being sinful, he can RAIL. Like you can’t expect me to believe a guy his size doesn’t pound hard. When he sees your reactions to him for the first time he’s concerned. But when he learns it’s because he’s making you feel good he needs to hear and feel it again. Definitely more of a vanilla guy, but he’s good at it. Aftercare is amazing. His momma always taught him to treat his partner right. He’ll even take time off from hunting down the intruders of the camp to cuddle you and hold you close. He’s not small. That can be agreed on. That’s also something he knows. So he wants you to be okay. Besides, you come first. Always.

Omg Jesus. I hope this is okay or what you wanted. I didn’t do Charles specifically because I don’t know like ANYTHING abt him. I hope this doesn’t sound rushed or anything. Thanks for reading, take care loves<3

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Hi! I love reading your stuff and I saw your requests were open! I'd love something about Vincent and a reader with a lot of acne/sh scarring all over their body and what he'd think/act about it, if you're comfortable writing something like that. Thank you so much 💗 keep up the good work! :)

Thank you so much for requesting! Hope you have a wonderful day💗

Vincent Sinclair with a S/O with acne/sh scarring

Little bit of a Tw: mentions of self harm, low self esteem, insecurity, hinting to teasing or bullying in school, they/them pronoun use,

Vincent never got to just be a teenager. He didn’t know about the pointless things kids were teased for in school. He didn’t know acne was seen as a “bad thing”. He just recognized it as apart of you and he loves every part of you. Once Bo pointed out the bumps and redness on your body and Vincent could tell he meant it as a mean jab. But he didn’t know why that would be an insult. When you explained it to him, that lots of people in society didn’t necessarily see acne as a great thing. He just stared at you confused, his head tilting. He signed something, “But it’s your body…and it’s beautiful…” he still didn’t understand. But he did grasp that you were insecure about it. Because of that he made sure to give your acne lots of love. Both by taking a chance to compliment your skin one in a while and making sure to include it in his art. Leaving the paintings/drawings/sculptures for gods sake, all over for you to find them.

For SH scars he reacts a little different. Vincent never knew there was an actual name for hurting yourself. There had been many times where he had felt pathetic and insecure enough to cut himself. He still had scars from it too. Whether you show him your scars, or your clothing rides up on accident, he’s going to cherish them. Because in his mind it shows your a survivor of something, a survivor of a fight against yourself. During intimate moments, or any time he’s close to you he’ll make sure to kiss as many of the scars as he can reach. When Bo and Lester aren’t around the house he will toss you a shirt or some shorts that show off your scars perfectly.(of course if your comfortable). And if your not he will help you do scar treatments to help them fade out a little more. The weather in Ambrose was hot as is, trying to cover your skin all the time wouldn’t end well. But he wouldn’t ever force you to where clothes that showed off your scars, even just a thinner hoodie or over shirt.

It’s kinda shorter but I think I covered it pretty well 😅 but yea requests are open and I’d appreciate constant anons or just ideas that people have.