Bree’s House ❤️

MDNI 18+ I’ll eat your hand…………… ✌️18👻 she/they

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Bree’s List of Madness and Filth

This is an 18+ blog only!

Asks and Requests: Open

Inspire me? :)

Who I Write for:

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Joseph Quinn (Actor)

Remmick (Sinners)

Oliver Mellors (Mrs Chatterly’s Lover)

(Subject to more people being added and or taken off.)

Masterlist:

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Ted Nivison

Jschlatt

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Tits ungroped... Ass unsqueezed... Waist untouched... Face ungrabbed... It's a sad day.

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How it feels to find a fanfic where your favorite character is going through literally the worst horrors you can imagine

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Kindly requesting the Jack O’Connell writers write for Roy, Oliver, and Paddy (love all the Remmick content)

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I need a muscular woman

Stat

Like right now 😝

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Would yall be open to wlw stuff?? I am gay so it’d be nice if there was a want for anything other than just men 😔 I don’t have any specific characters in mind, but I’m thinking just general imagines you could put anyone in

Not that I expect anyone to actually see this post.

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What’d I miss????

Watched The Pitt- devastated

Watched Sinners- omfg

Expect content for that Irish freak

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I cannot stop watch this edit of Aaron hotchner

I just need to share it HES SO SEXXXXYYYY

Omg I need this man immediately🫠🥴

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*cough* 😩

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I just want to make it clear, if you support William Gold (Wilbur Soot), you are not welcome on my page.

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If you support Georgenotfound you are not welcome on my page.

These men (if you can even call them men) are fucking disgusting

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Yall I’m literally sobbing over burning soup. How tf did I manage to burn soup????? ITS A LIQUID

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coming back to say fuck wilbur soot

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by the way even tho i'm not a wilbur fan, if you support him kindly get off my page. we don't support abusers here.

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i’ve resurrected from the depth of the earth to say, wilbur soot can sincerely go fuck himself, because what the fuck is wrong with him. actual knobhead. good bye lovelies!

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I have a request :

Schlatt x fem!reader and he comes home from a solo trip and reader is at his place taking care of the cats and it’s super fluffy and lovey and cute and leads to something? Idk. I crave fluffy Schlatt. 🥹

Again, I'm so sorry with how long this took. I have no excuses.

Little short, but I hope it meets expectations.

I've had some mental health struggles lately so I haven't been too motivated to write, but hopefully this little spurt will get me out of it.

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Schlatt had only been gone a week and a half, but it felt like years. You were staying at his place while he was gone so you could take care of the cats. Originally, you were supposed to just come over when it was time to feed them and make sure they were okay, but you ended up just packing a bag and staying at his place.

You weren't sure when he was coming home because he was having a bunch of flight delays so you were at his place longer then expected. You were lounging on the couch, in his clothes while your stuff was in the wash. You were petting the cats and scrolling through your phone when you heard the front door open and a string of curses filled the comfortable silence. The cats ran over to see who was there and soon you heard Jay talking very sweet to the both of them.

You peeked over the back of the couch with a smile and saw a very tired looking Schlatt walking in, dropping his bags on the floor. "Wow, thought you'd be a least a little excited to see me." He looked up and smiled, immediately walking over to you. You giggled as he picked you up and crushed you in a tight embrace, his face tucking into your neck, sighing softly. "Bad flights?"

"Mhm." He sat down on the couch and still held on to you, lazily rubbing your back. "I missed you." His voice was gruff and tired. You snuggled into his chest and pulled the blanket you were using over the both of you.

"I missed you, too." You gently ran your fingers up and down his arm and he lazily kissed your shoulder and neck.

"You should wear my clothes more often.... I like it." You took his hat off and gently ran your fingers through his hair, ignoring that it was a little sweaty. "Did you sleep here last night?"

"I've been sleeping here since you left." He looked up at you with a slight frown. You shrugged and kissed his forehead, noting the blush that spread across cheeks. "I missed you. Plus, it was just easier with the cats."

He nodded and gently pressed his lips against yours. You sighed softly and kissed him back, wrapping your arms softly around his neck. His hands went up the back of your shirt and he stood up, picking you up and walking towards his room. "Gotta make up for lost time..." You giggled and he shut the bedroom door behind the two of you.

-- Bree <3

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could you write something along the lines of suprising ted when he gets back from the margaritaville trip with a new set of lingerie in his favourite color and well, you know where it goes from there with softdom!ted (bonus points if we call him theo and he adores when we use that nickname)

*Sigh* I really don't have a reason on why I've been off the face of the planet. I'm really sorry y'all. I'm so sorry this request has taken so long. I really have no excuses.

I mean, I have my reasons, but not any good ones. Mental health stuff and such.

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It was a very long few months. Being all alone cramped up in Ted's apartment while he was off driving across the country. Of course you talked whenever he could and always fell asleep with him on the phone, but it started to just be.... not enough. You counted down the days until he'd come back and you could be in his arms again.

Your girlfriends had taken you out on a shopping trip a few days ago to lift your spirits and you had a marvelous idea when you passed a lingerie shop. You bought the most beautiful set you could find- definitely helped that it was his favorite color- with one idea in mind. Ted was coming back that night and you wanted to surprise him. No doubt he'd be tired and probably frustrated from driving. He'd want to relax and just sleep.

But..... He'd been gone for sooo long. You were also frustrated.... in another way. You had deep cleaned the apartment and lit some candles, spreading some fake rose petals you bought at the store on the ground leading to the bedroom. It was cheesy, but you loved it. Slipping into the lingerie set, you heard the front door open and shut and then his voice echo through the apartment. "Honey, I'm home!"

You laid down on the bed in the most seductive pose you could muster and heard his bag drop on the ground in the living room. "You little minx, what is this?" He chuckled and you heard his footsteps get closer to the bedroom door. He stepped in and his eyes landed on the sight of you posed on the bed, the lingerie leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

He took a deep breath and let his eyes rake over your body and you felt your cheeks warm up and started to feel a little nervous. "Fuck."

You giggled a little and sat up on your knees. "Welcome home..." Your voice was soft and timid, looking up at him, fluttering your eyelashes. He groaned and cupped your face, practically smashing his lips against yours. You moaned softly into his mouth and looped your arms around his neck, pressing up against him. His hands slid down your back and to your waist, squeezing gently and sliding his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss. "Mmf... Theo..." You mewled softly.

You could've sworn you almost heard him whine at the nickname and he pulled away from the kiss. "Lay down, sweetheart...." He said softly and you quickly obeyed him, albeit not very graceful, and he got on top of you. "I fucking love this, but I need you naked...." He practically ripped the lingerie set off and you scrambled to get his shirt off. He wasted absolutely no time in getting his pants off and lining up to get inside you. "I'll play with this pretty pussy later, I promise.... I just need to be inside you." You whined a little and moaned, spreading your legs for him.

"That's it... good girl..." He slowly pressed inside you and groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. He thrusted hard and fast, giving you no mercy. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. Your soul almost left your body when his mouth landed on your nipple and his thumb started rubbing at your clit, not stopping his passionate thrusting. "Theo!" You let out a sharp gasp.

He forced your legs open wider, pulling them up against your chest so he could get a better angle. "Yeah? Feels so good doesn't it? Who's making you feel good, baby?"

You tried to muster some words, but it all felt to good. You couldn't get out more then a few whimpers. He thrusted harder and groaned. "Come on, sweetheart. I know you can do it. Use your words, honey."

"You, Theo... You're making me feel so good.....!"

"That's it.... Such a good fucking girl...." He thrusted harder and you felt yourself getting closer and closer, gradually clenching around his cock and making him stutter and groan. "Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum so hard for me..."

You let out a loud moan and came hard, completely soaking his cock. He groaned and his hips stuttered as his own release came, filling you up and almost collapsing on top of you. You both breathed heavily and he pulled away to kiss you gently, cradling your body against him, rubbing your sides and back. Your leg hitched up against his thigh and you smiled into the embrace.

"I missed you so much..." He rubbed his nose against yours and you blushed, tangling your fingers in his hair.

-- Bree <3

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snowy mornings - jschlatt x reader

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, teensy bit suggestive at the end :)

wordcount: 1.1k

a/n: its not even close to winter but i wrote most of this in one sitting so enjoy hehe

(moodboard by me, pictures not mine)

The sun barely peeks past the clouds. Small sprinkles of snow are still falling from the gray sky as Schlatt leaves the house. 

He's all bundled up. He's wearing at least four layers underneath his coat, something his mother always insisted he do. A hat that you got him as a gift is snug on his head and thermal gloves he's had since he was sixteen keep his hands warm. 

He looks through one of the windows of the house as he walks to the sidewalk, knowing you are still sleeping. He wishes he could be back in bed with you. Wishes he could have you in his arms. Wishes he was wrapped in blankets with you by his side as the heater warms the room.

But he's got a shovel in his hand, carrying the thing over his shoulder while he goes to the corner of the block, freezing his ass off even through all the layers.

His poor neighbors, elderly and helpless. They always thanked him whenever he shoveled for them, asking their children to come over and bring him some baked goods once the afternoon came. He didn't do it for some reward or anything, he knew some fucker would try to fall on their unshoveled property and “sue them for all they're worth,” as he told you one time. He just wanted to help them out and make sure their pathways were cleared.

He forgot to bring headphones out, so instead of blasting King Krule and Radiohead, he listened to the scraping of the metal against the concrete. The scraping that echoed throughout the entire block, likely waking light sleepers from their slumber. You were one of those light sleepers, and yet you stayed asleep. 

It was taxing going around the corner and back to his house to clear pathways for walkers alike. His neighbors would do it as well but in due time. They weren't early risers like he was. But only in the winter.

Memories of his father waking him and his brother up at ungodly hours to shovel after overnight blizzards crashed their way into New York. Those mornings were silent as well; it was like the grating scraping was music to his father's ears.

He managed to complete all the shoveling in less than an hour, his personal record. 

Quickly walking back up the driveway as the sun completely rose, he placed the shovel against the garage and went back inside, shivering and stomping the snow out of his boots. 

He yawned as he took his hat off. He placed it on the flat part of the handrail, looking at how the snow immediately started to melt into the fur. The gloves were next, he was shocked his fingers weren't completely numb. Then the jacket, also hastily hung next to yours, untouched since yesterday. The boots were left right by the door to be moved later as he walked up the stairs and to the bedroom where he discarded the extra layers.

He didn't see you stir as he entered the room. Even in your tired state, you could tell he was out of bed. You opened your eyes and saw him undressing, remaining in an old t-shirt from his father's college days and flannel pajama bottoms you often coveted.

You stretch, yawning softly. That gets his attention. He walks toward the bed and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. You're shocked awake by how cold his nose is.

“You're so warm...” he says, your neck muffling his words.

“Baby, you're freezing,” you hum as you pull him into bed with you. “Did you go out and shovel?”

“I always do.”

“Aww...” you kiss him on the cheek as you wrap the blanket around him. “You're so good.” 

He hums a response, cuddling close to you. He holds you tight against him, wrapping his limbs around you in an awkward manner.

“You are too fucking tall.” You joke. 

“And you are too fucking beautiful,” He kisses your neck many times. “And warm.”

“Go back to sleep, honey. You need to rest.”

“'S long as I can hold you in my arms like this, I'll sleep forever.”

You giggle, your laughter turning into a soft yawn. “Even when you're tired as shit you're still corny...” Your eyes close as you begin to stroke his hair.

He wakes before you once more five hours later. Your hand is still resting on the side of his head while the hand where your wedding ring rests is closer to his face. 

He shifts slightly so he can have a better view of you. Your mouth is slightly agape as you breathe, your nose too stuffed for you to breathe through it properly. He can see the gap between your two front teeth, something that makes your smile all the more beautiful.

You eventually wake to the sight of your husband watching you. He’s smiling softly, tiredness still present in his eyes. “Hey, you all warmed up?”

“I am… you’re so pretty…” He lays his head on your chest. You smile, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Stay here, I’m gonna go get something,” You say as you try to get out of bed. He tries to grab you and bring you back to bed. “Just give me ten minutes, fifteen at most.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You come back ten minutes later with a steaming mug of hot chocolate. He’s sitting up at this point, a hand running through his messy hair. He smiles when he smells the steaming beverage and reaches his arms out as you place it on the bedside table. You get back into bed and snuggle close to him as he blows on the drink.

“You remembered the marshmallows…” Schlatt says, a yawn obstructing his words. 

“Of course I did.” You say. He laughs softly and wraps an arm around you. He tries to take a sip of the hot chocolate but hisses in pain as it burns his tongue.

“Aw, fuck.”

“Burns?”

“Yeah,” Schlatt waves a hand in front of his open mouth to try and ease the pain.

“Want me to kiss it better?” You joke. He nods, leaning close to you. You grin as you cup his face in your hands, the hair on his muttonchops tickling your palms. You press your lips to his softly, letting out a soft noise of surprise when he slides his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. He tastes like hot chocolate and home.

When you pull away, his face is tinted red. “All better?” You ask, feeling your face heat up.

“Um…” Schlatt pretends to think for a moment. “I don’t think so.” He tugs at the hem of your, his, sleep shirt.

“Oh… well I definitely need to do something about that.” You raise your arms above your head and allow him to take the garment off before leaning in once again.

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Someone get the porn bots out of my dms 😭