fox☽

My name is Fox, I’m a 25 year old chronic bisexual, and my pronouns are she/her!

I work in the medical field by day and as a cosplayer by night. I listen to music all day every day, including Dead Man’s Bones, Will Wood/Will Wood and the Tapeworms, Talking Heads, and anything 50s-70s.

I have a love for writing mini fics/blurbs in my spare time whenever inspiration strikes. I used to write frequently on a very old Tumblr, AO3, my trusty notes app, etc. I also love reading fics it’s how I spend my waking and sleeping hours most of the time.

When I get fixated on something, I go all in.

And I mean…

All. In.

Currently, my fixations are/will write for:

Project Hail Mary

Lars and the Real Girl

The Nice Guys

Stay (2005)

The Ryan Gosling Cinematic Universe

Bloody Mary

Iron Lung

Those are the ones on my mind 25/8 right now but they change soooo much.

> I have a lot of writing inspo right now so I’ll take any and all requests (except for very out of pocket recs ofc I do have boundaries**) for fics/blurbs within these fandoms. Like pretty please. I wish to write.

**Will write:

NSFW/smut

Fluff

Angst

Some mild gore

Basically throw whatever you have at me and I’ll let you know if I’m comfortable writing it or not.

Won’t write:

Pedo, incest, grape, noncon. Keep that outta here.

Minors in danger/peril.

Anything that would make you uncomfortable, I will most likely be uncomfortable.

When in doubt, just ask~!

All of my posts will be tagged according to fandom. I will be posting a Master List when I have enough writes on here.

NSFW will be tagged under #not safe for fox

If you got this far, I preesh you so much! Be on the lookout for some blurbs coming your way. :3

Note:

>> My page will strictly be 18+ due to the contents and nature of which I will be writing. <<

Thank yeww!

Henry

God he would love watching you two fucking in the mirror opposite his bed.

You’re on your back and he’s on top of you, panting in your ear, letting out quiet moans. He has a hand on your tits and the other on your hip, holding onto you so tight you’ll definitely have bruises there later.

He looks up briefly as he sees a flash of light, noticing the mirror reflecting the window. Without a second thought, he pulls out of your pussy, flips you over onto your knees and slides his aching cock back in.

You moan at the new angle, and he grabs a fistful of your hair to pull your head up to look at the scene.

His eyes are dark and blown out with lust and hunger, almost primal. He uses your hair to pull you back, arching your back as he whispers into your ear:

“M’ baby is so pretty, isn’t she? Look at her. Taking my cock so well.”

Lars

The size difference between the two of you is not even a foot, but when he’s on top of you railing into you, you absolutely notice the difference.

You had told Lars you wanted to try having sex in front of a mirror one day, and he immediately went red and shy. He agreed to try it if it would make you happy.

Now, here you are, under your boyfriend as he presses you down into the mattress, watching his every move and watching how you respond. Your eyes are fluttering and losing focus at the amount of pleasure you’re feeling, his thick cock stretching you out so perfectly.

“Y/N- p-please look at me, wanna mm! Wanna look at y-you”

You open your eyes to see Lars, your gentle flower, with his arms on either side of you, his lips parted and eyebrows furrowed with pleasure, his thrusts getting faster as he chases his high.

He lets out a whimper as he cums, pressing deep into you, watching your face contort with pleasure as he fills you up with his cum, painting your pussy with his warm seed. He whines as he feels you flutter around him, your own climax waving over you.

He stays like that for a few minutes, just laying on top of you, cock softening inside you, making sure his cum stays warm and safe inside you.

Dan

He had done a few hits of his pipe, and you had almost finished your entire bottle of wine. You two ended up falling over each other, feeling the euphoric vibrations buzzing through your systems.

Dan is on top of you, fucking into you so fast and so deep into the couch, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Stay with me, baby. Wanna see how fucking pretty you look right now all full of my dick?”

You hang your head over the couch, looking at the reflection of the tv, the scene illuminated by the lamps in the room. You moan at this, tightening around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. You like that? Can feel you getting close.”

He pushes your hips down into the couch, his nails digging into you, leaving you spinning with pain and pleasure. You cum all over him, and he spills into you, moaning loudly, hanging his head down into your neck and biting down as he stills inside you.

You both look at your reflections in the tv, laughing and catching your breath.

Holland

You and Holland just finished redecorating his room, finishing it off with a nice oak finish vanity for you to put your jewelry and makeup, since he loves watching you get all dolled up in the morning. It sits right across the room at the foot of the bed, the mirror round and gold rimmed. It’s absolutely stunning.

You were looking at it now, as a matter of fact, as Holland had you on your hands and knees, fucking into you. He’s looking at your perfect curves in the mirror, how your tits swing as he thrusts into you, your hair piled in a messy bun (easier to hold), and taking puffs off his cigarette as he holds your thigh with a tight grip with his free hand.

“Jesus, sweetheart, taking me so well. Love seeing how I fuck you. You’re watching too, yeah? God you’re so fuckin’ perfect like this.”

He finishes his cigarette with one long drag, puts it out on the ashtray on the bed next to your knee, and leans down to exhale the smoke right next to you. The cloud wafts over your vision, its intoxicating smell filling your lungs, he bites at your ear and you moan loudly, breathing in more of his second-hand smoke.

He places his hand gently around your neck as he starts to tilt himself back, signaling you to fall back into him. You sit back on his lap, still full of his cock, as he keeps his fingers around your neck, squeezing ever so gently, but just enough to send waves of pleasure through your body.

He looks over your shoulder into the mirror, thrusting up into you as you start to lose pace.

“Look at us, baby girl. We fit so perfectly together. ‘S like we were made for each other. Fit s-so perfectly ‘round my dick.”

You whine at his words, and look at yourself and him in the mirror, drinking in the scene before you.

He starts moaning louder, both his hands now pushing you up and down on his cock, and you cum with a loud moan, and he thrusts up into you one final time and cums inside your pussy with a groan. Both of you completely fucked out, he pulls out with a whine and lays down with you, pulling you in close, showering you with kisses and cuddles.

A/N I think I’m projecting my kinks a bit on these but y’know it was gonna happen at some point.

I love to think that Jacob is so gentle and tender in bed— until you start calling him daddy.

The first time you called him daddy was something you had held back for a while, but something about him… it made you want to call him that.

When you told him you wanted to try calling him daddy, he felt his cock twitch with anticipation instantly. You two were drinking cocktails and he had set his down on the table to walk closer to you, eyes on you, grab your jaw, and back you up into the counter. He pressed his hips into you, feeling his cock against your pussy immediately sent pings of heat through your core, and you were dripping.

“Well, babydoll. Why don’t you show daddy how much you want it.”

You looked at him, blushing intensely. “O-okay.”

“Hmm, not quite.” He tilts your head up and kisses your neck. “Try again.”

You gulp. “Okay… daddy.”

You feel him smirk against your neck, nipping the skin quickly before moving up to your ear to whisper,

“Good girl.”

You start calling him daddy in bed, and then around the house, and now sometimes in public but very quietly, he can’t keep his hands off of you when he hears you call him that.

~

Foreplay is absolutely necessary for him to make sure you feel good. The softest touches, the most tender kisses, sometimes leaving marks on you to make sure everyone knows you are his and only his.

“You’re mine. All mine.”

“Y-yes daddy. All yours.”

“Good girl.”

~

He loves going down on you. He’ll take his time, making sure you cum at least twice before he even thinks about fucking you.

He loves when you sit on his lap so he can give your tits attention too, and bring you so close, feeling every inch of you, tangling his fingers in your hair, running his fingers along your back, and you love feeling the cold metal of his ring. You’ll feel his cock twitch under you, and he’ll grind your hips together a bit, which feels like pure bliss. When he finally slides in, it’s passion beyond imagination. His cock so deep inside you, rolling your hips in such a way that makes you moan so loud. He’ll hold your hair back as he dives into your neck, leaving marks, telling you how good you feel around his cock, how he wants you to cum all over him.

When he’s on top, he’ll holding your face as he pulls you into a deep kiss, drinking in your moans as he thrusts in and out.

He’ll whisper in your ear as he thrusts into you, telling you how good you are for him, how well you’re taking his cock, how he loves feeling your pussy flutter around him. He’ll bury his face in your neck and plant gentle kisses all over.

“You’re being such a good girl for daddy, baby.”

“Look at you, taking me so well.”

“You can cum on my dick baby, daddy’s got you.”

“There’s my good girl.”

~

He praises you so much while fucking you, making sure every sentence you utter is either “yes, daddy” or “thank you, daddy.”

He doesn’t usually mind if you leave scratch marks on his back- it only shows how good he made you feel.

Holland loves when you call him daddy.

It first happened on accident when he was eating out your pussy, your fingers tangled in his hair, his mustache tickling your clit in the most delicious way. You had let it slip past your parted lips between moans, you didn’t even notice it until he stopped licking your clit.

He sits up to look up at you, eyes blown out with lust, his mouth dripping from your wetness, having made you cum once already with his skilled mouth. You look at him, puzzled.

“What did you say, sweetheart?” He doesn’t break eye contact.

Then it hits you.

Your face turns a deep red with embarrassment. This was it, your dream boy was going to leave you because of a stupid kink you had suppressed.

He notices your eyes darting to avoid eye contact, and he moves up to cup your cheek gently.

“Hey gorgeous, hey, it’s okay, I’ve just never heard you call me that before. Do you wanna call me that?”

You nod without looking at him.

He moves your jaw to look in your eyes. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl. You want to be daddy’s little slut? My sweet girl?”

You bite your lip and nod.

“Yeah? What do you say, gorgeous?”

You blush even harder, your pussy absolutely soaked at this point.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He pulls you into a kiss, his hand reaching between your bodies, finding your clit.

You jump at the contact, gasping in his mouth.

He smiles and whispers lowly. “Yeah? You wanna cum for daddy? Gonna be my good girl and cum for me?”

He looks at you with such lust and hunger you swear he’d devour you right there. You feel the delicious twisting pressure in your core erupt into white hot bliss as you cum, clenching around nothing.

You feel his cock twitch against your thigh as you ride out your orgasm, both of you moaning, and he starts grinding into your thigh, chasing his own high.

He spills all over your leg and pussy with a deep groan, and pulls you into a deep open mouth kiss as his cum spills out onto you. You start calling him daddy more often now.

Holland wishes he knew what you smelled like.

It’s one of the things he hates most, not being able to breathe in his lover’s aroma. You show him what perfumes and body oils you use, sure, but it’s not the same as breathing in the real deal.

You get a new body wash for the shower, the scent being simply described as “rose water.”

When you and him are in the shower together - one of the things he loves doing is bathing you, and you him - he picks up the bottle and just stares at it.

You finish rinsing out your shampoo and catch him staring at the bottle.

“What’s wrong, hon?”

He shakes his head as he pours a generous amount on his hand.

“Nothin,” he says. “Just would really like to know what this smells like is all.”

You look at him sadly, even though he has his hands on your tits now, massaging the wash gently onto your skin.

You put a hand on his shoulder and bring him in for a kiss. His lips tremble. You pull away, leaving an inch between the two of you as you look into his eyes, filled with soft tears.

“Oh honey, what’s wrong? C’mon you can tell me.”

He stops washing your tits, just holding them now - he does this for comfort and honestly, you love it.

“Can’t smell my sweetheart. Just wanna know what you smell like,” he whispers sadly.

You look at him with sadness in your eyes, knowing his head injury took away his sense of smell. You cup his cheeks and bring him into a deep, loving kiss, full of pure love.

He takes his hands off your tits to bring you into a big hug, the two of you cuddling under the gentle warm shower stream. You feel him shaking as he cries into your shoulder, tracing gentle patterns onto his back.

You pepper his neck with tiny kisses, quietly telling him “it’s okay sweetheart, I know, I’m so sorry.”

You do your best to describe scents and odors to him (sometimes it’s best he can’t smell the brussel sprouts cooking), but occasionally it gets too much, where he simply wants nothing more than to breathe in his lover’s sweet aroma.

Holland loves giving you hickies, marking you as his.

You love the way his stubble scratches so pleasantly on your jaw and neck when he dives into you, squeezing your hips, and groaning into your neck.

He’s gentle, sometimes. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he knows you like it rough. And he’s not afraid to admit he loves it.

You’re usually marked up somewhere on your body. Your tits, your neck, your thighs, sometimes your ass. He hates seeing you unmarked, you’re his after all.

Right now, he has you pinned down, he’s on top of you, biting into your gentle neck making sure it shows the next day. Claiming you as his own. You feel how hard he is, and he moves your hand out of the way when you reach down to undo his belt.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart. I wanna give you all the lovin’ tonight.”

You moan as he licks a stripe and blows on the mark he just made on your neck, causing you to shudder from the cool air. You were glad it was late November so you could easily get away with wearing a turtleneck.

He moves down to your tits, holding one in his hand and kneading it in his calloused hand, the other in his mouth, sucking a deep, dark spot just above your nipple. He pulls away and admires his work of art. He sees the remnants of his previous marks, some of them having faded into a golden yellow, some of them still a light purple from where he had his mouth a few days ago.

He hums at this, drinking in your beauty. He looks at you, completely naked under him, pussy dripping, breathing heavily, hair a delightful tangled mess.

He moves down to your thighs, tracing the outer edge of your legs with his hands, and picking them up over his shoulders. You bite your lip as he peppers gentle kisses along your inner thighs, glancing up at you every so often, his hair a mess at this point, his eyes blown wide with lust.

He licks one long strip up your soaked pussy with a deep moan, and bites down on your inner thigh. You moan loudly, your breath hitching in your throat from the pleasure, as he sucks a deep, dark mark into your supple skin.

He snakes one of his hands over to your pussy, plunging one of his thick fingers into you and you jump at the contact. He looks up at you as he bites down again, sucking another mark into your thigh. He pumps his finger in and out, your pussy making a delicious wet sound as he fucks you with his finger. He plunges a second one in, and soon a third, stretching you out so nicely.

He briefly pulls away and moves over to your other thigh, repeating his actions. His fingers hit deep inside you, and you whine at the pleasure, and he keeps fucking that same spot over and over, bringing you to the edge.

You cum hard and fast as he bites down - hard - on your thigh, burying his fingers in your pussy as you ride out your orgasm.

He pulls them out gently, licking them clean and moaning at your intoxicating taste. He crawls back over to you, pulling the satin sheet over the two of you, and he gives you the most gentle kisses across your jaw as you feel your eyes closed, feeling very happy.

Yeah so I went a bit overboard with these but I hope you guys enjoy! :3

More hcs to come soon! ✨

As always, requests/asks are open~

Henry adores you, so much. He’s troubled, sure, but he basically worships the ground you walk on. He loves watching you, constantly. When you have his cock in your mouth, his eyes are on you, petting your hair. When he is on top of you fucking you so gently, he won’t break contact, touching you everywhere. One time, he put up a mirror on the wall across from your bed so he could watch you as he fucks you from behind, your hair in his hand, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you’re arched back. He’ll hold your jaw when he’s fucking you in the spooning position, turning your head to make you look at him, pulling you in for a deep kiss as he fucks into you.

Lars is the type of partner who will ask you every step of the way if everything is okay. When he kisses you, he checks in with you to see if you’re comfortable. When he’s eating you out, he’ll stop to look up at you sometimes right when you’re on the edge and ask if it feels good, his mustache soaked and glistening from your wet pussy. When he’s on top of you, fucking into you so incredibly slowly, he will keep asking between whines and whimpers if it hurts, if he needs to slow down, if it feels okay. He’ll spill so deep into your pussy, whispering “I love you, I love you, I love you so much,” as he pulls you in for a big bear hug, his cock still twitching inside you, filling you up completely.

Holland loves when you come in to visit him at work. Healy usually goes out for lunch, since you bring homemade chicken pot pie for you and Holland. Since it’s usually about an hour until Healy comes back, he takes you as much as he wants, anywhere he wants. He’ll bend you over his desk and fuck you, two of his calloused fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet and he loves when you suck on them. He’ll shove you under his desk, ripping his belt and pants down so fast and stuff your mouth right onto his hard and leaking cock, holding your hair and fucking your mouth until he cums so deep down your throat you don’t even have time to taste it.

Grace usually works on his own on the Hail Mary, but loves when you sit there and hand him things. He’ll ask you to hold a random model that he’s made for Rocky for another puppet show, and you accidentally drop it. When it clatters on the floor, shattering into pieces, he looks at you silently as you immediately turn red. He stands up, comes over to you, grabs your arm, and leads you to the sleeping bay where he pushes you face down on the cot, rips down your sweatpants, and smacks you so hard across your ass you swore you could see a new constellation forming. “Bad girl,” he’d say as he gives you a few more slaps. After that, it’s “turn around” and you sit up on your knees, both of you so unbelievably turned on as he drops his pants and strokes his hard cock right in front of your mouth. “You want it, don’t you? You naughty thing. So desperate for my cock down your throat.” You nod “Hm. Bad girls don’t get cock. Do they?” You whine as he keeps stroking his dick. “Open wide, pretty girl,” he says as he pulls down your bottom lip as a cue to stick out your tongue. He cums all over your face, your tongue, some ends up on your tits. He smiles gently at you as he comes down from his high. “Now, what did we learn?”

Yeah so I went a bit insane with some of these. :3