Lost in a maze. You’re drunk and run into a weirdly hot statue. You flirt with it. You blink.

It’s now way closer than it should be. You blink again. Its hand is on your waist. You’re horny and adventurous. You close your eyes fully.

Freaky back shots with a stone angel. He doesn’t feel like stone but he’s definitely hard that’s for sure. Weeping angels cum like a black slimy substance. He’s literally mounting you in the middle of the path, breeding you after ripping a hole in your tights.

Mmm. Mmmmmm….

The omega reader fic is still otw. And EJ’s portion is gonna be freaky.

Like both holes used freaky. As in he can’t use condoms because they don’t fit and he can’t knock omega! Reader up typa freaky.

Also omega biology is a little different than regular human biology. For AFAB omegas, they can produce slick from both entrances (anal/vaginal) to prevent tissue damage during heats.

While an alpha can’t impregnate an AFAB omega without vaginal penetration, it can still bring pleasure. Heats are very exhausting, and it physically causes pain if left untreated- whether by stimulation/knotting or suppressants. Which is why being able to achieve relief through either opening is important.

All that to say, EJ’s giving you NASTY backshots. Breeding and creaming. He’s whispering like disgusting shit in your ear about getting you full and having you stuffed with his kids. Balls deep and refusing to touch your cunt.

Press post.

He tracks your location in the car, follows you on foot during your late night walks, and steals your paper cups from the trash.

You like to shuffle behind him out of the bar, collect his cig filters off the ground and snag his half empty beer bottles when he’s not looking.

It’s around midnight when it happens. He spots you dancing, mingling in the crowd. You think he’s too busy with his friend, and stare at the way the light catches against his jaw.

You end up successfully grabbing his drink when he’s distracted, running to the one stall bathroom. The alcohol makes you fuzzy, heart pounding when you nudge your panties to the side— but the locks broken, and he walks in.

Belt already unbuckled with your empty glass in his hand.

Post divorce Tim…. MMMMMM

I’m sorry I have to throw some random civilian under the bus but his ex wife will be the worst ever and only got married to him because he could provide for her.

And they were super vanilla so he’s really inexperienced. Wait I’m so moved rn.

Added to the vault IMMEDIATELY.

sorry if this is weird or makes you uncomfortable.

Hypnosis kink? Oh I’m moved.

I’m moved. Stroking my wizard beard… scrubbing my Brian….. huuuurrrrrrr

You give me hypnosis kink, I spit out in return—

Habit.

BUT He’s the one getting hypnotized. Bonbon gets bored and goes through his things. Finds a weird once use knick knack and shoves it in his face when he gets home.

Turns out it’s specifically meant for making people very agreeable/dazed. He’s always ready to pounce on her anyway, so the second it hits him he’s gone.

Literally turns into a rabid dog in rut. He’s humping your leg, drooling on himself and letting you shove your fingers in his mouth.

Mmmmmm

Wait ur a genius.

I’m saving this for a drabble I’m bricked asl. EJ staying the night for bestie bonding time and reader gets needy mid movie. (Pervert. Unethical but he’s into that)

You’re sitting across the couch from him, slipping a hand into your shorts because as long as you’re quiet- it’ll be fine, right?

Whole time he’s actually on the verge of snapping. Trying to keep his breathing even because you’re literally grinding on your fingers and he can smell how bad you want it. Your shirt is pushed up when you start groping at your chest, and he finally reacts.

One minute, you’re muffling your whines, trying to keep how wet you are from reaching his ears. The next, you’re face down into the couch with EJ pounding into you from the back, moans bouncing off the walls.

The operator steals you from some high end breeder because the proxies keep trying to kill each other, and their pheromones are clashing bad. They have no outlet, and rut seasons are hell for everyone under that roof.

They get too territorial, too quick to anger because their instincts are screaming from dawn to dusk. They can’t exactly just go out and court an omega, so the only solution is to throw a very well tempered one at them and pray it works itself out.

Cogs are turning. Neurons are firing….

brian.

Why would you say that to me knowing I have a flight to catch tn?

OMFGAHHS 💔💔💔💔 I have to pack and im procrastinating thinking ab getting tag teamed by LJ and EJ. FUCK