My requests are: OPEN !! I am taking fic and art requests of any kind
The only thing I write about is Dispatch. I am open to any of the males in dispatch, and only the males. I do not write about cis males, fem readers, or gender neutral readers. If you wish to read that sort of stuff, this is not the blog for you!!
What I do write: trans males, trans males pre and post op top surgery, trans males w bottom growth and no bottom growth, mentions of packers, 3-in-1 packers, bottom surgery, smut, soft smut, fluff, aftercare having to deal with surgeries + aftercare after sex, and these are just a few.
Feel free to suggest any males! I will write for any as long as it stays in the mlm regions. I try to post consistently, though I do have college.
Any kink is accepted, though (obviously) scat, extreme bdsm, age play, and incest are off the table.
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Herman as a vampire, needing blood to focus on the upcoming mission. You pull him aside, seeing his fangs poking out and resting on his bottom lip. His breaths are ragged, shaking. Both of you don't have blood bags for him, and it's not like you can just grab someone and force their neck on him. So, you slowly pull your dispatch collar down, Baring your smooth neck. "Take some." you muttered. He can feel the ache in his body to just sink his fangs into your neck.
"I-i can't! I'll h-hurt you" he stammered.
"Doesn't matter. You need this now, or else the mission will go to shit" I said, a little harsher than what you meant it to be.
He looked a little surprised at your tone of voice. You can see him gulp, you feel his hands resting on your shoulders, his head leaning down. Finally, you feel the sharp sting that makes you groan. His lips latch around the wound, sucking out the blood that flows smoothly. It's the most intimate thing you could do, at least in your eyes. This, and when he's buried deep in you, taking your blood at the same time. You never do it as often as you'd like, needing blood to live and all.
Damn, you have an erection. You can feel your dick twitch in your underwear, but you don't tell Herm.
He pulls away, blood smearing his lips, he quickly grabs bandages and puts them on you, just routine. You usher him to go to the mission, that you'll be fine. You'll definitely need to fuck him later.
Basically just imagine how fucking touch starved Herm and Robert are. Like both of them for their own reasons. Herm because not a lot of people enjoy touching something constantly wet, and he just stopped asking. Robert because he was too focused on following his father's footsteps, and didn't experience a lot of touch in his childhood anyways.
And just like imagine how'd they react to having loving, soft sex, almost like cuddle fucking. Both of them would break down in tears, Herm a little faster than Robert,, augdhs π I just want to comfort both of them
(not a request in particular,, do with this what you will xoxo)
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This might be one of my longest writes.. It is a lot, but I promise it gets there eventuallyπ₯ || Includes: Waterboy/Herman + Robert Robertson
Waterboy:
When Herm was younger, no one liked to hang out with him, solely because he was constantly wet. "I can't help it!" He would always say, mostly fitting in at school during outside activities, like water balloon fights. His grandmother always took him to public pools, where he would have a sliver of normalcy.
As he grew older, the teasing would continue, up until his adult life. His dream of being a hero never faltered, and his grandmother would cheer him on. Going through many jobs, getting fired from even the simplest ones because of how odd his power was. It wasn't until he got his janitorial job at SDN did his life start to seem brighter.
He had landed a job as a janitor, he had his own space (the janitors closet) and he met you. He'd see you around while he cleans the break room, or the windows. He thought you were attractive, he picked up on your traits, then he felt attracted to those and some habits you had. You had noticed him too, the first time you did, it was a simple wave, but he had freaked out. He was stuck in place, a puddle forming under him rapidly as he timidly waved back.
However, when he joined the Z-team, his confidence started to slowly rise. So after many, many slaps on the back and failed attempts at practicing asking you out, he finally did. After SDN employees had gone to clock out for the night, you two were one of the last ones out. "H-hey! Wait up- please!" You turn to see a very nervous Herman, holding a single droopy flower in his hands. "I just- this might be a bit, no ver-very strange. I have a-uhm, a qu-question." You can hear how he's trying not to stutter as much while talking. "What is it?" You ask, your voice hitting his ears made his heart jump. "Will..er can..uhm..will..," he curses himself mentally for not being able to just..spit out the word! "Can I be your b-boyfriend??!" A pause, his hands extended slightly, shoving the flower in your hands, making you step back a bit because of his long, slender arms. "Please.." He added, a bit more softer, like he forgot to add in the word the first time.
"Ah- y-yes!" you say after a while, your face still stunned a bit from his confession. He lifts his head, and if he had a tail it'd be wagging profusely. "Really? Oh- Oh wow! I can't- wow!" He chuckles a bit, smiling widely.
After that day, outside the SDN building, where trees swayed softly, and the sun was setting, the both of you started to discuss dates. He is such a romantic man, bringing you flowers and holding the door open for you, just how his grandma said to. He was a nervous wreck the first couple dates and hangouts, but eventually he started to be more confident in being around you.
Now here you were, in his bed, your hand in his lap, holding his, as your lips were pressing against his. He let out soft whines, his heart fluttering at how gentle you were being. He wasn't used to this. He could feel himself trembling under your touch, he could feel his hands hover over your hips before placing them there. He didn't say a word, just soft gasps and whines, but his mind was racing like crazy. Why were you touching him like his nervousness wasn't making him more moist, soaking your clothes? Your gentle hands slowly unzipped his wet suit, the clothing falling off his shoulders, and then slowly running down his arms, revealing bare skin. "You okay?" You asked, your voice snapping him from his racing thoughts. "Yes- yeah. Wh-why?" "I'm just making sure." You said, kissing a spot on his collarbone.
You whisper sweet things in his ear, sweet things he thinks he doesn't deserve. You kiss him and his wet body with such care and passion. His whole life, he's been made fun of because of his power, people slip because of him, people find him weird. So why? Why were you so caring? Why was he thinking these things while you're sunk down on him, just slowly rocking your hips while you buried your face in his neck and kissed him there with so much love? All these thoughts overwhelmed him, his grip slightly tightening on your hips as he tried desperately to not break down. 'Not now..' He told himself. His eyes snapped open once he felt you stop your movement, meeting your worried gaze. "Herman.." You whispered. Tears dripped out his eyes, down his flushed face, and plopped onto your thighs. "Herman, what's..wrong?" "N-nothing? Nothing! I feel fi-fine!" Your lips curved into a frown. "This isn't nothing, Herm. Did you feel like you needed to do this with me? You know you don't have to." "N-no! It's not that," he put his forehead on your shoulder, "I promise.." He felt your hand going up his shoulder to his damp hair, where you rested your fingers. "Then what is it?" You asked, your understanding voice making him swallow the thick lump in his throat. "It's..i just- I can't believe th-that you- that you're liking being wi-with me." "Why wouldn't I? You're amazing" you cupped his face, bringing his head up to view him properly. "I know you probably don't believe it, considering how the Z-team treats you, but I believe you're amazing." He looks like he's on the verge of tears again. When small drops do make it out his eyes, your lips kiss the salty streaks that make it down his face. "I love you, herm. I think your power is amazing, and helpful, especially here in California" "Do you..do you really th-think so?" his bottom lip trembles, his hands unconsciously running his hands up your sides, stopping at the small of your back. "I know so, Herm" you whisper into his ear, his body shivering at your voice.
Your body is wet, drops of water rolling down your body, as he buried his face into your shoulder. You kissed the side of his face, the top of his head. The bottom half of your hair, where his face was buried, was dripping. He apologized softly under soft whines. "I'm sorry, i-i'm getting you all w-wet" he would mutter, his hips bucking up into you slightly. "Don't be" you murmured, kissing your way up his face to his lips, where you pressed his soft lips against yours.
Robert:
Being the son of Mecha Man Astral, was a shockingly lonely role. Though, looking back, he shouldβve known that it wasnβt shocking. His dad was a hero people looked up to, always constantly needed and always out somewhere. Robbie was almost never home, and when he was, he would always be sleeping or resting until the next time he was needed. So, when he died, Robert didnβt have any family left, hell, he didnβt even get to say goodbye to his own father. He wasnβt sure whyβwhy he was standing in his fathers old garage, in front of the Mecha Man suit.Β
Following in his father's footsteps as Mecha Man didnβt leave much time for him to pursue a relationship, when he did try, it would end up with them leaving because, just like his father, he was always gone. Even with his failed romantic partners, they didnβt like the way he lived, how he was always tired and didnβt mirror their romantic advances. He had eventually given up, not finding an interest in the romantic department anymore, and instead poured all his stress into repairing the suit, to keep being a hero and finding ways to either improve the suit or his fighting skills.
It was dark after the crash, and when he woke up, he was in the hospital, the smell of harsh chemicals and a distinct floral smell filled his nose in a rush, his head throbbing. He groaned as he sat up slightly, his arm wrapped in something hard, and white. A cast. βWell, it could've been worse...β He muttered to himself, taking in his surroundings and the hospital gown he was in. Shockingly, he was out of the hospital in just a couple days, going into hiding immediately after he was discharged, searching for the astral pulse everywhere he could.
Then came in Blond Blazer. She offered him a job at SDN, which he took. Being a dispatcher wasn't all that bad, he made friends that were the closest thing to a family to him after his dad had passed and he went into being Mecha Man. Currently he was on his way to the break room, bumping into you on accident. "Shit, sorry" he'd say, giving you a small, awkward lift of his hand. "It's fine" you'd say back, returning the gesture with a slight smile. That's all the interaction you'd have, other than the occasional wave in the break room, or while passing eachother. He'd never stopped to think too hard or too much about you. You were just a fellow dispatcher.
After the battle with shroud, he would lay on the top of a car trunk, nursing a, already empty, bottle of beer. "Done with that one yet?" You asked, holding your own drink. "What?" He lifted his head, looking at his bottle. "Oh yeah, yeah I am" he cleared his throat, sitting up-right on the car, putting his empty beer down. You handed him a new one, the top already open.
"You were great," you said. "In the fight, I mean." He nodded slightly. "Thanks, you were- you were great too" he'd watched you fight beside him and the Z-team, and he had noted how good you fought. "You have good skill" he hummed, taking a swig of his beer. "Thanks" It was an awkward pause. What else could he say? What was there to say? "Hey," "Hey," you both said in unison. You both chuckled at how your voices synced up, your laugh making him feel a type of way. "You go first" you said, taking a sip of your drink. "Ah, it's..it's a little strange, honestly" "oh no" you joked, making him smile a bit. "Nothing too bad. Just.." He looked down at his drink, why was he so nervous? "..Would you ever wanna get a drink? Not at some cheap ass bar, like at a nice place" he looked towards you. Your face was a little shocked, and he immediately regretted his decision. "Ah- sorry, you probably don't want to- I just j thought-" "yes" you interrupted. "Yes..what?" He asked, wanting clarification. "I'd want to out and get a drink with you" you gave him a soft smile. He returned the gesture, a form of relief off his shoulders.
Your relationship was built on unspoken confessions, but instead on small gestures, like: a brush of the hand, passing on a coffee while your touch lingered a little too long, stares that lasted a couple seconds longer than usual, long and deep talks, and that's only parts of what you two have been doing. Like now, sitting on his couch, in his dimly lit apartment, despite the amount of lamps in there. Your head on his shoulder as the both of you watched a movie. His hand was holding yours, thumb brushing against your knuckles. You could feel the faint callous on his fingertips, the roughness only a reminder that he wouldn't be free from the Mecha Man title. You lifted your chin up, your hand lifting free from his hand, pointer finger touching his jaw. He looked down at you. "What're you doing?" He asked, his voice almost a soft whisper. "Looking at you. Admiring" you answered, your touch feather light against his skin. His eyes darted between your eyes and your lips. "You wanna kiss me?" You asked him, your voice low. He nodded, parting his lips to whisper his confirmation, "yeah"
He'd had sex before. He's had hookups when his really strong sexual urges took over and he needed someone to take it out on. But youβyou were the first one who'd even looked at him with such admiration in your eyes instead of pure romance and lust. Even now, during an intimate moment, it didn't feel sexual; it felt..like comfort. When you had slipped his shirt off, your fingertips grazed his scars, his bruises and the small imperfections. You paid so much attention to his body, like you were reading him like braille. You let him go on top of you, your leg hoisted on his hip, your hands around his neck, fingers dragging down his back, feeling up his scars his small moles. You treated him with such delicacy. You pet his hair like it was nothing, your hands giving him a high he never knew he could have. When you praised him, he wanted more, he needed more. Why the fuck was he feeling this way? Why the fuck was craving your attention like he was a dog? He swallowed down a lump in his throat, a choked sob wanting to escape his throat, badly. He let his head sink down to your shoulder, ragged pants audible to you.
Your hands held his shoulders, pushing him back as you felt a wet spot by your neck. His lip was quivering, eyebrows furrowed as he sobbed silently. "Fuck- i-I'm sorry. I can't..i don't know why I'm.." He tried to explain, sitting back on his heels, getting off you. You sat up, sitting by his side, holding his rough hands in yours. "Don't be sorry" you said, your voice gentle. Gentle, even now, when he's ruined the moment. "I ruined the moment, fuck.." he sighed, feeling your hands cup his face and wipe his tears with your thumbs. "You didn't ruin anything, okay? You felt emotional, that's okay" you said. "Was there..anything that made this happen?" You brought his face to look at you, his eyes looking everywhere but your eyes. "I don't know. Just..just the way you were so- so..fuck- so gentle. The way you look at me. Never had anyone look at me like that before.." He exhaled with a tremor. 'It's the way I looked at my dad.' He wanted to say, but he held his tounge. "What, with love? Of course I look at you like that, Robert. I love you." You moved your hand so it was at the nape of his neck. "You know that, right? I love you" you said, pressing your forehead against his. The words caught in his throat. Why couldn't he say it back? It was three simple words. You didn't urge him, you didn't rush him or be offended when he didn't say it immediately. You knew he needed time, he wasn't completely used to the word. His head tilted so his lips brushed against yours, his tears rolling down involuntarily. "I love you too" he'd whisper.
I'M SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER ππ I hope it was worth it, I really did try hard on this I know it's a lot but I just love them bro π₯
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Hey, if it's okay.. could you have Male reader helping non-binary Phenomaman come out? It's not that Phenomaman's unsure, confused or nervous but he might think that it would be hard to put into words. It do be like that sometimes...
Just a disclaimer!! I'm not non-binary, so I'm not..actually sure how to word this and I hope I did your request justice >< take another short story while I work on a really big one.
You and Phenomaman sitting in an office, eating their monthly subscription of assorted melons. "How can I put my..predicament into words?" They asked. "What do you mean? Like..telling the others?" "Yes." You thought about it for a while. How would you be able to tell the team Phenomaman's non-binary? You could barely come out as trans, but even then, they didn't seem to treat you differently. "I don't think they'll treat you different" you said, straightening your back against the uncomfortable cushion of the chair you sat on. "I am not concerned about that. I just can't find my words." That's when you understood what he meant.
Calling a board meeting, in the board room, you stood there, in front of everyone, Phenomaman next to you, sat and head down, slouched on one of the larger chairs. You felt shy, being in front of a group, even if you already knew them. You cleared your throat, and you started to speak. "Uhm..thanks for coming here on a very, very short notice. I have some news. Regarding Phenomaman." You began. "Phenomaman has decided that they're non-binary. They want to be known as just Phenomaman or by their pronouns, which as you may find obvious, is they or them." There was a loud silence, some looked around and at each other. "So, we just can't use 'he'? But other than that, Phenomaman has no..change?" Sonar finally broke the silence. "Yeah, completely the same." "Cool. Don't see an issue." Sonar shrugged. "Yeah, I mean, it's not affecting anything." Robert had said, adding his thoughts. Phenomaman had raised their head up, finally, looked towards you and you could see his beard lift up and his eyes scrunch. He had given you a slight, soft smile; a 'thank you' for helping him.
Can we please have something t4t (idc what character,, choose whoever you want) π π thanks
So BOOM have trans sonar upon ye. Bet you weren't expecting that huh? Inspired off some god yummy art of sonar getting fucked up π This will be short..
Your leg hooked around his hip and his leg under yours, his hands gripping the sheets as the both of you moved your hips. Your breath was heavy, your head rolled back as you moaned out, he was whimpering, soft screeches slipping his lips. Your dicks were bumping against each other, his slick sliding against yours.
If you were pre-op, he would gently caress your chest, his hips bucking against your thigh as he slipped his fingers in and out of you, hearing your soft curses and whines. If you are post-op, he would put his forehead on your shoulder, his fingers rolling against your nipples instead.
So holy fucking ramble under the cut, I just wanted to empty my thoughts and you guys could ykgive your opinion π
Holy shit I want this body pillow so bad π Itβs only $40 but Iβm saving my spending money for hopefully a youtooz of flambae or Waterboy, then I also wanna buy some keychains, and I gotta get clay, but fuckk idk itβs so many things π
Seller is Wreegis on Etsy!!
Also, I made an ita bag of Waterboy and so this needs to accumulate too
i just imagine waterboy losing the vcard. like it would be so funny if reader (afab) just has that grip on him and he's like "is that supposed to do that???" while he's doing all his efforts to pull out.
(sorry for my English, it's not my first language π)
He's definitely clueless tbh π. I like to think that he doesn't have any experience with sex and stuff, since when he was growing up, and his grandma had "the talk" with him, she mentioned that it was shameful to look at another person's body without being with them romantically. He took that very seriously and when he did eventually come across porn, he just felt guilty and never searched it again, but he have thoughts.
Holy ramble omg π₯
Herman, over you and thrusting sloppily now, so close to his release is trying to pull out, but finds that the way you tighten around him is bliss. His body shakes and he stops his thrusts. "Fuck- what're you stopping for?" You whine, looking up at him and seeing his bewildered face. "Wh-what?" You chuckle out nervously.
"You-your body, its- i mean its perfect! But- I mean- it's so, so tight! Around me" He stuttered out, a red mess. "Is that's- is that normal? It feels like I can't- can't pull out" He stammered out. It drew out a chuckle from you, his obliviousness cute. "Baby, it's just how bodies work. I can't really explain it." you said, the sexual moment disappearing into something light.
"So this- that's normal..?" He asked, slowly pulling out. "Yeah, yeah it is" you mutter your body shivering slightly as he slipped out from you, making you feel empty again.
So sorry I've been a tad bit unactive, I had a massive hangover yesterday from new years and it did nawt treat me kindly, especially since I'm a lightweight π
hey gang... I'm back and come to wish you a happy new years!
If you're up to it, maybe for the new year maybe you could share your thoughts on Waterboy have his new year kiss??
Anyways, have a good day!
Happy new years :D !! Hope your new years (and your year) goes swimmingly (β β β’Νβ α΄β β’Νβ )
Summary: It's new years eve, and because of all the hard work you've been doing, you decided to stay home while you can.
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10:48
You just got home after a long day, Herman trailing behind you because you'd invited him over to watch a movie. You make a small dinner, fairly simple (can be what you like), and make two plates.
11:23
You settle into your couch, the plastic crunching under you. After being with Herman for a while, you decided to keep plastic over your couches, but you don't necessarily mind, not when you have a towel or blanket under you or over your lap. Choosing a movie, you two eat slowly, the night slow and quiet.
11:45
Your plates discarded in the sink, your head on his shoulder as he fiddles with your hand on his lap. The movie is still playing, but you're not paying attention. You're paying attention to the sound of his heartbeat, the slow breaths he's taking to try and not expel water all over you too much. You're paying attention to the way his moist hands feel on your skin, the way he's playing with your fingers, and the way he smells.
11:57
It's almost a new year, you think about how the year has treated you, good and bad, but better when Herman came into your life. Albeit ups and downs in your relationship, but you got through it with him, and now you two are here. Alone, with a blanket over your shoulders.
11:59
You cup his cheek and face him towards you, a smile on your lips as his cheeks turn redder. He's still getting used to this, to being with you.
3
You gaze into his grey eyes and he chuckles a bit nervously. "Y-your eyes- well- you're- you're staring. Not that's- it's not bad" he stammers out and you can't help but let out a soft chuckle.
2
His cheeks go flush, and all you can think of is how cute he looks. How'd you get so lucky?
1
"Happy new years, Herm" you smile, leaning in and kissing his lips. His hands hesitate, but they eventually land on the small of your back, not pushing or pulling away, just holding. You can hear the fireworks outside, the wizz, then the crackle and pop, making the sky cry colors. When you pull away he's smiles a little. "That's- that was-" he clears his throat, "that was- was good" you smile and close the space with soft pecks across his face, before settling on his lips. "I love you, Herman" you smile against his lips. "I love you too" he mumbles out.
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hi not a request but a small thank you because I'm too scared to post it on my blog because of my irl friends following me, (not transitioned yet due to still living with family rn hopefully leaving soon) but thank you for posting non top surgery readers as a transmasc who's technically gender apathetic but also masculine leaning???(ITS REALLY CONFUSING IM SORRY)
But thank you again it really really means a lot whenever I see non top surgery readers !!!!
βbigger chested genderconfused masc anon
Omg I'm so so happy that my small rambles mean so much to you <33 I write for any and all trans males!! I want my page to be a safe space for all :)
If you still have a chest, no chest, taking T, not taking T, have yourself figured out, or are still figuring yourself out, you are no less than a man, and I hope you know that β‘
Been stalking at your stuff recently and first of all, absolutely adore it oh my god
And secondly, I remember you write once for Sonar and was curious if you have any more ideas for him (nsfw or sfw your choice) and tm!reader. I looked at his tag once and found only fem reader π
Have a good day!
I'm so happy people like my stuff you have no idea omg. And yes! I was gonna write about sonar, but I feel like a broken record repeating some things.. But I'll try my best
Sfw = β || Nsfw = β
!! Cw: pre-op top surgery, post-op top surgery, bottom growth, size difference, hair pulling, small stomach bulging, fingering, sonar's bat form, tit fucking (post-op), nude sending.
β If you're pre-op, he would absolutely bury his face in your chest. He would hold them in his hands, and he would tell you it's to "take the weight off your chest". If you don't feel comfortable with this, he'd most likely whine about it but respect your wishes overall.
β If you're post-op, he would still bury his face in your chest, and run his fingers over the bump of your chest. He calls them "man-tits", doesn't matter of you're muscular, lean, skinny, plus sized, etc. he'll still call them that.
β He would run his fingers over your chest, thumbs tracing your scars as he mumbled something about being handsome. He loves to see you so vulnerable with him, because he knows you're comfortable enough to show yourself to him.
β If you're a hero, and you do those photoshoots to help raise money for something, he's basically your number 1 supporter. He's buying everything, all your magazines, merch, stuff you promote, etc.
β Again, if you're a hero and you receive hate of any kind, he'll cyberbully those people and probably doxx them and call them a loser. He'll get in a mass amount of trouble but he'll try to justify himself by saying they deserved it.
β He's way louder than you are so don't be shy to make noise. He talks so much, though most of it is just praising you, and muttering to himself on how badly he's wanted you.
β Turns into his bat form during the worst possible time, which is in bed with you, halfway through sex. Now, you obviously don't mind, but he's just scared to hurt you because, well..he's so much bigger now. When he does, finally, go in, you can feel him, and I mean, really feel him. He's honestly kinda proud that he can see himself in your lower abdomen, sliding in and out.
β He loves it when you let him slide his dick between your chest. You squeeze them together, watching as his dick slides between your chest, maybe you'll have your mouth waiting for his tip, and when you do that, he can't help but grip your hair, panting and moaning about how good you feel, better than any woman he's ever done this to. (This is post-op)
β He loves to suck on your dick till it's sore. If you ever feel self conscious about your growth, he'll happily suck you till your thighs are shaking and struggling to keep open. He also loves to slide his tongue inside you while his snout bumps against your dick, or he likes it when he's sucking you off, his fingers pressing just the right amount of pressure inside you. He worships you, in every way, in and out.
β If you ever send him a nude at work, or promise him something you know he can't say no to later, he'll do anything you ask, and I mean anything.
β He's a freak. We know this. He'll ask to try different things with you, but mostly stuff on him. So far, he likes: bondage, gags, he likes to be ordered and roughhoused around you can't tell me otherwise, he likes pain, etc. (Couldn't think of anymore)
β Beggar to the max. If you ever deny him something, he'll whine like a bitch, or say how it's unfair but he'll gladly beg to earn it.
would you write about more than one person? Like reader X watermech ?
Oh and if you could also say like, if there's any limits to what kinks you will or won't write that be cool, don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything
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I would write about more than one person, but no more than two(or three..?)π since I can't handle all that . I would work on one after a sonar thing that I came around to doing, finally.
For kinks, let's just say I'm not a kink shamer and I really don't mind any as long they're not like scat or necrophilia, basically like straight up crimes. I'd probably do my research for a specific one of I don't know it. If you freaked out it's okay I am too.
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i love your stuff π is it possible for more flambae and ftm reader? tysm π
I was thinking about this the other day, hehe you read my mind..also ty !! I'm so happy people like my rambles π
Idk if you wanted sfw or nsfw so I'll be doing both..
β = Sfw || β = Nsfw
!! CW: Ass fucking is mostly the main thing, fingering, dick sucking, period fucking, cockwarming, wax play, slight heat play
β If you're on your period, he would hug you from behind, his fingers slipping down under the waistband of your pants, pressing against your lower abdomen and heating his hands just enough to seem as relieving.
β Having sex on your period helps with pain, and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't help? He's not scared of a little blood, it's worth it if you stop feeling that aching pain in your stomach and instead feel him.
β If you're scared of needles, he would help you inject your T shot, massaging the area right after. If you're not scared of needles, he would watch you as you inject yourself, still gently massaging the area to help with any soreness.
β Being horny after your shot, and him helping you out. He slips his fingers in your ass, stretching you it while he sucks on your dick. He'll fuck you in either hole, if he's really worked up, he'll just slide into the first one he's up against. Sometimes he'll have your back against his chest, his cock in your ass as his fingers go inside your dripping cunt. You're crying out his name, just how he likes it.
β The both of you, on a cold night, your lips gently kissing his in order to heat your face up. There's a lot of chuckles and snarky comments he makes, but it's all in good fun. He might be a hard head, but he's soft when he needs to be.
β Invites you to his nieces recital. His niece loves you, and if she didn't, he probably wouldn't be with you. She practices her makeup skills on him, and even though he makes it seem like he's forced, he loves it.
β If it's a freezing day, you'll be wrapped up in blankets, your body sunk down on him, cockwarming him as he warms your insides. Sometimes you'll move, causing friction, but for the most part you'll try to keep this as comforting rather than sexual.
β Wax play. If you like the feeling of hot wax on you, he would drip hot wax on you while buried deep inside you, watching you arch and whimper because of the wax. If you don't like the feeling of hot wax, he would use the regular skin safe ones. He likes it on him too, though he enjoys the hot wax instead.
