trans people: im trans
society: ok
your necrophile friend that you try to ignore: nngh.... will you let me fuck your corpse when youre dead... plsss....
I want to be treated like a dog in the most nom-sexual way possible. I wanna get head pats and chin scratches. i wanna cuddle up with someone and be pet all over. I want someone to train me, teach me and tell me to sit and stay. Put and collar on me and walk me every morning. Not in a sexual way but in a “whos a good dog!” Kinda way. But if i said that people will think im FREAKY
Pup4pup sex, not in a submissive pups ineptly touching each other kind of way but in a two pent up animals clawing and biting kind of way, a desperate, primal, torn clothes and bruised hips kind of way, a gnashing teeth and rough frotting and dark purple bite marks kind of way.
The concept of a NINAH fic where reader and Coat Guy are not-so-secretly together but nobody really says anything about it because reader is the only reason they have a house. BUT it includes the popular headcanon that Coat Guy can speak the same language as Wireface, and Wireface has a FAT crush on you but can't say it because he doesn't speak your language.
He takes advantage of the language barrier, grinning when you just nod along after he straight up tells you that he wants to kiss you. He has no clue what you say to him and vice versa, and he and coat guy talk to each other about you.
He's asked coat guy on multiple occasions to tell you about his feelings, but for some reason, he can't bring himself to do it. Maybe possessiveness? Maybe he's worried you'll leave him?? Who knows. Wireface has always been more attractive than him, anyway.
Maybe they find out about each other's feelings... maybe a poly is in store... hmmmm....
I absolutely love the idea that William Afton is short asf. It's hilarious to me. In any family photos, he stands on a box. And then has to yell at his taller teenage son for laughing. He has blocks of foam with elastic that he wears when performing in the suits that go over actual shoes inside the costume. Short angry British man
I just love the idea of the most evil, psychotic antagonists being comically shorter than the rest of their family.
You go to your devil darling's humble abode for the first time, and decide he looks yummy :3
Warning: slightly suggestive towards the end
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You're over at your boyfriend's house. The Butcher–known more intimately as Ronin–and his very red house greet you boldly to say the least. Clearly–unremarkably–this man likes red. Who'd have guessed? It's not like you've seen his bedroom a million times when video calling or anything..
This is your first time over. Not right after your little meetup in purgatory, but a few weeks later when your brain finally started processing reality again. When it finally set in that you're dating the devil. That's when you asked him. Asked if you could go to his house, be with him there, watch movies, or play games. Anything really, you're just so excited.
He agreed eagerly. Despite his trying to stay calm, you could see the underline of excitement in every word. It was almost as if he'd been waiting for you to ask since the day you kissed him.
Upon arrival he greets you with his usual smirk, opening the door before you even got to it, likely having been watching for your car. He lets you in, a dramatic gesture as if guiding in someone of importance, which to him, you are.
He more or less slams the door closed behind you. It didn't come off deliberate, more like that's how he usually does it. Its as if you were meant to be here the whole time with how casual he is about it all.
He doesn't offer you a drink or food, just tells you to get it yourself. When you look at him hesitantly, he reassures that he's serious… then he appears to think for a second and realize you likely don't know where anything is. He scoffs at himself for a moment before leading you over to the kitchen and presenting you a lovely tour of it.
His kitchen is also mostly red, however what throws you is that this man somehow managed to find a red fridge. No sane person can like a colour that much. Is it even his favourite colour? Is this just part of his devil act? You no longer know, but it's cute anyway, especially when you notice the devil horn magnets on his fridge.
Your eyes linger on the magnets just long enough for Ronin to notice. He eyes the top of your head briefly before walking over to the fridge. He removes the magnets, and returns to you, holding the magnets out, just over your head, as if they were your horns.
He smiles at you softly, snickering a little, “Hello there, my sweet little writer. Looks like the devils taken ya over, huh?”
Ronin continues to giggle to himself more as you give him a playfully glares, pretending to be offended, yet never pushing him away. He looks so cute like this, cheeks blushed a soft pink, giggling like a school girl finally getting to talk with their crush.
Eventually he pulls the horns away, placing them back on the fridge, and putting your head once. He leaves his hand on your head for a moment, keeping your hair pushed back, the leaning in to kiss your forehead. You feel him blow of your forehead after too. It makes you chuckle, resulting in a pleased smile from the sweet serial killer.
He takes his hand off your head and pulls you towards a room with his name on it. You have no idea why he'd even need that. The guy lives alone. He notices your questioning look and gets in your face again, leaving just enough room for you to pull away if uncomfortable.
“Put it up jus’ for you, baby. So you'll know where to find me.” He teases, a big grin plastered on his handsome face, teeth showing. He looks devilish, and oh so cute.
Its adorable seeing him so happy, and knowing you're the reason he's all giddy. You don't even feel offended at the insinuation you wouldn't be able to find his room, not when he's being so precious. No one could look at that face, and truly stay upset.
You giggle at him, and poke his nose, lightly applying pressure to move him away. He complies, his head moving as far back as you push it, before snapping back to standing upright, eying you lightly. He nudges you towards his room, his fingers gentle against your back.
“C'mon, darlin’. It's the room you've been waiting to see up close, and personal since day one.” He whispers in your ear softly, leaning down just enough to blow soft air against the shell of your ear, like he had earlier with your forehead.
You shiver slightly at the sensation and he almost looks worried he upset you, his hand adjusting to rub your back slightly. You look up at him with a small smile, and while he doesn't do it when your eyes are on him, after you start moving towards his room, he lets out a soft huff of air.
Hes not used to feeling worried about how he comes off. He doesn't even know why he's feeling this way. He knows you love him, but there's still that nagging little worry that you may reject him. He likes annoying you, poking fun, all that, but he doesn't want to ever actually upset you. Not anymore. Not when you're his.
He follows you into his room, his eyes following you as you look around. You stand in the middle of his room, admiring things, but never moving to get close to anything, just shuffling around the open space nervously. You don't want to touch something and upset him, so you end up not actually doing anything.
Ronin notices immediately, he sees the hesitation. He doesn't want you to feel on edge with him, so he walks up to you, gently putting a hand on your shoulder, then more harshly pulling you close, so he can talk into your ear again.
“Darlin, this room? It's all yours. Look around, touch what you'd like. You're safe here, baby. I promise.” He gives a devilish smirk as you look up at him, trying to reassure you that you're allowed to just exist with him.
You give him a soft nod, and a little squeak, a silent ask for him to let go. He does, giving your upper back a soft rub as he walks over to his bed, face planting into it before adjusting himself to be laying on his back. Hes still watching you, not to make sure you don't do something wrong, but to make sure you don't get hurt.
Ronin had tries to make the house a little safer before you came over, putting some of the sharper things away, but his room still could hurt you. Normal things can kill after all. So he watches you.
After a while of looking around you walk over to his bed, looking at him expectantly. You want to lay on his bed with him. Cuddle him. Kiss him. Bite him. However you're still hesitant to just welcome yourself into his space. So you stand there. Fiddling with your fingers. Looking at him with your cutest, saddest little face.
He laughs at you, loud squaking laugh, before trying to calm himself. He eventually manages to get it down to soft snorts, but he thinks you're so silly, he can't help but laugh.
“You're adorable, darling.” he teases, sitting up, and holding a hand out to you, trying to encourage you to get on the bed.
Your face heats up, turning a hot shade of red quickly at his laughter, but you giggle a bit under your breath too. You climb onto his bed, and sit near the edge, kneeling at looking to him for encouragement to get closer.
He gives you a bit of a weird look, having hoped you'd just… come over to him. Yet here you are, sitting at the edge of his bed, not quite making eye contact with him.
He sighs dramatically before wrapping his arms around you, and giving you a soft look, a silent ‘can i?’ in his eyes. You nod and he pulls you over, right on top of him. He rests your head against his chest, and holds the back of it gently, his other hand on your back, making sure you didn't get hurt when he tugged you down.
When he's sure you're all good he softens his hold, adjusting it to be more casual. His hand on your back moving down to your hip, and his hand on your head now adjusting so he can fun his fingers through your hair.
You look up at him from your location on his chest, you puff out your cheeks at little at him before sticking your tongue out, a playfully gesture to show him you're happy. He imitates your puffed up cheeks and you nearly cackle at the sight, but quickly calm yourself, little snickers coming from between your lips instead.
He then continues to follow your previous actions and sticks his tongue out, piercing reflecting the light from his computer in the corner softly. You move quickly, leaning up and nearly biting his tongue. He pulls back quickly and gives you a shocked expression, not expecting the confidence after… all that.
A conniving look covers your face, playfulness shining in your eyes. He matches your enthusiasm with a tooth smirk.
“You want that, baby, you gotta ask first.” He coos at you, placing a hand back on your head, and back. You're now laying on top of him, and he clearly doesn't have any qualms with that.
You blow a kiss at him before stating, giggles still lacing your tone, “Awee, but you're so chewy looking! Let me bite youuu..” You feign annoyance, whining at him, a fake look of sadness in your clearly pleased eyes.
He chuckles lovingly, affected by your bold behaviour, “Didn't know you were a cannibal, darlin’. ‘Suppose I'll have to feed ya then.”
He adjusts the two of you so you're both now sitting up. He presses a quick kiss to your cheek, biting softly with the edge of his teeth before pulling away.
“Do what you'd like, baby. I'll stop you if it hurts, okay?” He whispers, soft, but just loud enough to be made clear he means it.
Now that you have reassurance you're free to do as you please, you excitedly return the favour of him biting your cheek with a bite of your own. You go straight for his face, get his cheek between your teeth, and apply light pressure. You feel him flinch slightly, but he doesn't stop you, just puts a hand on your hip, and rubs.
You feel safe with him like this. Safe, excited, and ready to munch of this delicious meal of a man. You start pressing kisses to his neck, then bites, sucking on his skin a little to leave small marks. He giggles under your touch, doing his best to gently hold you up by your hips, helping you get what you want a little easier.
His shirt gets in the way of your continued fun, but no matter! You move into his arms, nibbling them happily. Somehow you end up cradled in his lap, your head under one of his arms, munching on it pretty much, while his free hand rubs your thigh slowly.
You sit up a bit more properly, tired of his arm. You grab his hand from your thigh, giving him a cheeky little look before biting the side of it. He gasps softly, placing his other hand against your back. You look up at him a little worried, but he just rubs your back reverently. You give him a big smile and go back to nibbling on his fingers.
As you start to move his shirt up, and bite his stomach and chest, he knows he'll be sore in the morning, but its worth it to see you so excited. He stifles a moan as you go over his chest, he can feel you trying to leave marks, yet he's trying to not let you know exactly how good it feels.
He puts a hand against your back, letting out a breathy little sound, “Fuck- darlin'- gentle, gentle. Please.”
He rubs your back a little as you look up at him with concern, “S’okay, baby. I'm okay, jus’ don't think you're ready that yet, okay?” You arent really sure what he's talking about at the moment, too caught up in your own fun. You nod and move away from his chest, making sure to leave soft kisses over his scars before retreating to somewhere objectively safer.
You don't see it, but he smiles softly at that, his hand shifting back down to one of your thighs as you crawl off him, his face relaxing a bit. He rubs softly, “Keep going, baby. I'm okay.”
He receives a hesitantly nod from you, and you pull his hand from your thigh. You lay beside him, bringing his forearm to your lips. You look at his tattooed arm as if it's a delicious treat. One more glance at him for reassurance, and you're chomping down on his inked skin.
You hear a muffled sound from him, so you let go and press a kiss over the bite marks, mumbling a soft apology before letting his arm go. You consider his thighs for a bit, but conclude if his chest was too much, his thighs might kill him.
You make your way back up to him, looking for cuddles. He gladly accepts, bringing you back into his arms gently, holding you, bringing you down to lay against the pillows with him. You rest your head against his shoulder, him rubbing your back with reverence.
You look up at him from your comfortable position, “Thanks for letting me do that, Ro.”
He smiles softly, “Awee, my little writer enjoyed their dinner? Good.” As always, he teases lightly, but with love. You can tell he's really just happy he could make you so happy.
The two of you lay like that for a while, enjoying eachother's company in the near silence–save for the humming of his computer–of his room. His curtains closed, his bed soft, you begin to drift off. Then the realization hits… did he ask you to stop earlier because you were turning him on?
You begin to giggle to yourself, causing him to look down at you, “What is it, darning’?”
“Oh- nothing-” Your eyes holding a knowing look.
He can't be bothered to ask again, so he just sighs, rolling his eyes playfully, and tugs your hair a little, earning a whiny groan from you, “Whatever you say, baby. Jus’ glad you're havin’ a good time.”
His playful look softens at the end of his sentence, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, “Love ya, writer darling.”
You return the soft smile with a lopsided one of your own, “Love you too, shoulder devil.” Relaxing back into his hold, and finally closing your eyes to rest, knowing you're safe with your sweet serial killer, Ronin Beaufort. Your surprisingly tasty boyfriend.
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