Heyy, if you’re comfortable doing so could I please get some Beetlejuice x fem!reader who’s a single mom? Just pretty much him being soft and comforting letting her know she’s doing a good job etc? Thank you in advance 💕💕💕 can be a proper fic or headcanons I’ll let you decide xx
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WARNING: References to the stress of single motherhood
PAIRING: Beetlejuice x Single Mother! Reader
NOTE: I absolutely loved writing this!! I hope you enjoy this, and thank you so much for the request 💕💕
SUMMARY: Beetlejuice surprises you by being a source of comfort, helping you see that you’re doing better than you give yourself credit for.
It was late—too late for you to still be up. But as a single mom, you didn’t have the luxury of falling into bed as soon as the day ended. No, there were dishes to clean, laundry to fold, and tomorrow to worry about. And of course, your child had woken up twice already, needing reassurance from a nightmare.
You were running on fumes, slumped on the couch, your face buried in your hands. It felt like all you ever did was work. Just when you thought you could finally close your eyes and sleep, your thoughts picked up again—worrying about what needed to be done tomorrow, whether you were doing enough, whether your child was okay.
“Hey, dollface, rough night?”
This fucking guy.
That voice—raspy, familiar—cut through the fog of exhaustion like nails on a chalkboard. Beetlejuice. You didn’t bother looking up. He was probably lounging in his usual spot, perched on the armrest of your couch with a stupid grin plastered on his face.
"Go away, BJ," you muttered half-heartedly. "Not tonight."
The ghoul groaned dramatically. "Aw, come on! And here I thought we were past the whole 'piss off, Beej' stage of our relationship." You felt a cold presence next to you, then his hand—decaying yet surprisingly gentle—lightly brushed your shoulder. "I mean, after all the times I’ve stuck around, don’t I get any appreciation?"
You exhaled sharply, finally lifting your head. "Appreciation? For what, exactly?"
"For being a goddamn delight, babes!" Beetlejuice beamed, leaning back against the couch and spreading his arms wide. "For hanging around when no one else does. Gotta say, not a lot of folks could handle a single mom with your level of stress."
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't hide the tiny smile tugging at your lips. "If by 'hanging around,' you mean constantly being a nuisance, then yeah, sure."
Beetlejuice chuckled, his voice rough yet oddly soothing. His eyes, usually wild and manic, softened just a bit as they focused on you. “Ah, you love it. Don’t lie, babe.”
You shook your head, sinking deeper into the couch. "I’m just… tired, Beej. I'm really tired."
For once, he didn’t launch into another sarcastic quip. Instead, Beetlejuice shifted closer, his body language relaxed but attentive. “Yeah, I know. I can see it. You’ve been runnin' yourself ragged for, what, weeks? Months?”
Your eyes welled up, but you quickly blinked the tears away. “I just… I feel like I’m not doing enough. There’s always something I’m missing, something I should be doing better.”
Beetlejuice’s hand rested fully on your shoulder now, his touch surprisingly solid. "Oh, come on, you're killing it out here, babe. You think your kid’s got it bad? They've got you. And lemme tell ya, you’re doing a hell of a job. Better than most."
You glanced over at him, surprised by his sincerity. "Really? You think so?"
“Are you kidding? Babe, I see it. I see you juggling work, taking care of the kid, making sure they're happy. And yeah, it’s messy and chaotic, but guess what? They're fine. They're happy, ‘cause you’re busting your ass for 'em.” He leaned in a little closer, his expression for once free of mischief. “You’re doin' more than enough."
His words hit you hard, in a way you hadn’t expected. You didn’t know why, but hearing it from Beetlejuice—someone who you never thought would care about anything—meant something. It eased the tight knot that had been sitting in your chest all day.
“I just don’t want to mess them up,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. “They deserve better than… than this.”
"Whoa, whoa, slow down there, sweetheart." Beetlejuice’s voice softened. He slipped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close. “They've got you, and that’s more than enough. You’re not perfect—who the hell is?—but you're trying. And that's what matters. Trust me, when they grow up, they're gonna see that.”
You allowed yourself to lean into him, resting your head against his chest. His suit smelled like a mix of dirt and decay, but there was something oddly comforting about the way he held you, like he was actually trying to be there for you, to support you in his own weird way.
“Hey, tell you what,” he said, his voice low. “Next time you feel like crap, I’ll stick around. We’ll cause some shit together, huh? Might help take the edge off.”
You chuckled softly, wiping at your eyes. “Yeah, maybe.”
Beetlejuice grinned, but it wasn’t the mischievous, cocky smirk you were used to. It was softer, almost tender. “You’re doin' good, doll. Don’t let anyone—including yourself—tell you otherwise.”
You looked up at him, and for the first time since he’d shown up in your life, you realized how much you appreciated him. Not just as the obnoxious ghost who wouldn’t leave you the fuck alone, but as someone who—despite his crude humor and questionable ethics—actually cared. Maybe not in the typical way, but in a way that mattered.
"Thanks, Beej," you whispered, closing your eyes as you let the exhaustion finally catch up to you. "I mean it."
Beetlejuice stayed quiet for a moment, just holding you close. "Anytime, babe. Anytime."
Okayy I’m back haha, thank you so much for your response and absolutely please don’t feel pressured to if you’re not comfortable but could I request Beetlejuice just like talking you through it and giving praise😭😭 I’m a sucker for him honestly 🖤
Sooooo absolutely just ignore this if it's not what you asked for and or sucks 🤣 I am so sorry this took so long and also that it turned into a short fic. Thank you so much for asking this 🖤
I'd also like thank @hederasgarden for letting me kinda circle and be encouraging. @liquidloz and @84reedsy for reading it and saying it wasn't trash and @the--blackdahlia for fixing the crazy amount of formatting errors and weirdness because I got on a roll finally and everything went out the window.
Brava Ragazza
Notes: I'm terrified to read it again because I'll probably delete it from over thinking, so best of luck 😅
Warnings: smut, thigh riding, praise
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You sat on the floor staring at the TV. It had been too long of a day, and you were completely vegging out now. Your elbows were resting on your coffee table, and your head was between your hands. You couldn't even tell what was actually on because you were just staring at this point. A solid hour had probably gone by, and you hadn’t moved a muscle. You did know instantly, however, when he was sitting behind you on the couch.
“Hey,” it was so blasé. “Do you need something?” you asked him without even turning around.
“No, but you do. Make me stick around for a minute."
“Ok,” you said, still staring at the TV and not really giving it much thought. You melted yourself down so your head was just resting on your arm across the table as you lazily said his name three times. Now you were aware you were watching Friends, sideways.
Not caring to reposition, you started speaking without much thought. “I'm surprised you're around today. You seemed rather jealous of that guy I had over a few nights ago.”
Before you had time to realize what was happening, your head was being yanked backward by your ponytail into Beetlejuice’s crotch, now looking upside down at him. He blew a puff of smoke in your face.
“I don't get jealous babes. Now come up here so I can show you why,” he released your head but you were sitting back up too slowly for him. Snap! You were suddenly straddling his left thigh. The quick motion caught you off guard and your arms fell forward to grab his shoulders to steady yourself. His eyebrow raised in amusement,
“You good?” he asked as he slightly turned his head to take another drag of his cigarette. “Now here's what's going to happen,” he slowly blew out the smoke. “I'm going to have you grind yourself as hard as you can into my thigh. I'm going to show you why I can do more just sitting here than that little shit could have done with his whole body.”
“But Beej, I didn't even sleep with him!” You started to protest.
“Yeah honey but you wanted to.” The protest on your face quickly dropped, you know he was right. You didn't really care about the guy you honestly by that point just wanted to get off but it never worked out. He was way too annoying and the embarrassment the next morning wouldn't have been worth it. You started to protest again but this time your voice came out quietly
“I think I'm too heavy to be on you like this and..”
“The fuck you talking about? I'm literally a..”
“And also,” you interrupted him, “This is really exposing. And we haven't even done anything before. I honestly didn't even know you could do anything” That sent him into the ultimate rage. He snapped again and you were naked except for your bra. “Oh my god!” You started to push yourself up to get off him but he grabbed you by the waist and slammed you back down onto his thigh. The instant hard pressure against your pubic bone sent tiny sparks up to your stomach, but you started to say his name in protest again. “Beetle…” Snap! Your mouth was sewn shut.
“Oh no honey, we are way past that.” His eyes went from blue to dark stormy gray. “Move!” you looked at him with giant wide eyes and slightly shook your head. He got it now. You weren't protesting because it was him. You just didn't know what to do.
“Oh! You are such a good girl that you haven't done something like this before, is that it?” you nodded your head but also gave away with your eyes that you liked when he called you a good girl. He picked up on it instantly. He slowly looked at you from your exposed flesh on his striped suit-covered pant leg, all the way up to your eyes, and then stared into them intently.
“I want you to move your hips and grind down like I’m fucking you.” Your eyes widened and your cheeks wet dark red. He put his hand up to your cheek and rubbed his thumb across your bottom lip stitches, as he softened his eyes for a split second before commanding. “Move.”
You swallowed harshly as his hand left your cheek and rested on your hip bone. The sensation of his cool hand on what felt like your now burning skin helped you to get a little nerve back.
You held onto his shoulders as you started to just slowly move your hips. Beej slightly leaned back again against the couch making it harder for you to hold on to his shoulders, causing you to lean more forward. This caught the front of you right up against him where you hadn't felt yet. A little noise escaped your throat.
“You're being such a good girl for me,” Beetlejuice sneered. A cigarette appeared back in his hand again. He could tell that it was hitting your clit this time and how hard you were trying not to let your eyes show it. His grip on your hip grew harder and he started pushing you back and pulling you forward, setting a pace for you to match. As tiny noises started coming up your throat, he started to darkly and lowly laugh.
Annoyance at your circumstance and now him laughing at it caused you to let go of his shoulders. Your right hand landed right between the crease of his leg and pelvis. You squeezed him, causing him to jerk slightly. Your left hand reached for his tie. Gripping it and yanking him to your face you glared at him. With your mouth still stitched shut and your eyelids heavy, half from the heat that was building in you and half from the hatred you had for Beej at the moment, you almost looked as menacing as he did. The whole thing however was getting Beetlejuice more and more turned on.
You tried to tell him something, but all that came out was mumbled through your shut mouth.
Beej snapped as he kept staring into your eyes, inches away from you. You leaned your head back and breathed a deep breath through your mouth and into your legs as you got the courage to look at him again and say, “please help me”.
The look he gave you was probably the same one he had given others right before he killed them. But for you, it was something completely different.
“Thought you’d never ask” He steadied you with the hand still on your hip, but gently moved his free hand down your stomach. He was cold, but his ring was colder. He was giving you time to anticipate what was coming, but also giving himself a moment, as he was easily going to come any minute at the site of you like this.
His hand slowly turned and his long middle finger found the spot you needed. Again, the coldness of him against your rubbed raw hot flesh added to everything. A slight whimper escaped your lips as you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his. You closed your eyes and heard Beej whisper, “Good girl,” again. He moved his hand forward slightly so he could use more of your wetness. He pumped his fingers into you a few times and then slid his middle finger back to where you needed it. You couldn't help moving your hips to the same patterns as he was circling you.
After a few minutes, your legs were getting tired and your breathing labored. He could tell and knew he had to make you come or you'd be too tired to get there.
“Please…” you whispered as he started making faster circles. His pants were now starting to get wet spots forming from you but also where he was starting to pre cum as well. “Can't you just help me please?” You were getting desperate and whiny. He knew he could get you there in this position, it would just take a second more.
”I will gladly fuck you anytime and anywhere babe,” he let out a groan, “but right now is about you… and you're being… such a good girl…” His words were getting desperate as well. He knew if he could get you off that he would get off too.
With your foreheads still touching, and your eyes still closed, Beej nuzzled your nose and then put his lips against yours. You kept your eyes tightly shut so you could concentrate on all the different movements and sensations at once. Just as you started to kiss him back, he put as much pressure as he could against you, causing you to grind as hard as you could into his fingers and thigh.
“Good girl,” He whispered again after he broke the kiss., causing your eyes to flutter open momentarily before you closed them as he crashed against your lips again. Your moans were escaping into his mouth as he deepened the kiss and somehow got faster and faster with his movements until you both couldn't keep up with your making out and you were both bursting.
Your head dropped to his shoulder, panting as his eyes were rolling back and his head flopped against the back of the couch. His movements slowed down instead of ending abruptly. And when you stopped rocking your hips, he removed his hand and brought it to your lips. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, amazed at your own willingness to continue to please him. He stuck his fingers in your mouth gently to clean your juices off of him. Putting your lips around them, he pumped them a few times in and out, his ring hitting your lips as he pushed them back in. When he was finished and pulled them out, you gently rolled yourself off his thigh and onto the couch next to him. He snapped for your clothing to come back and then snapped again for a blanket. Resting your head on his shoulder, he turned to you and cupped your face, the ring still freezing against your cheek. He gave you a smirk before his quiet words hit your ears.
Hey there ^^ how have u been since the operation? Hope u r well recovering 🤍 and so i was wondering if ur cooking up smthn for danbert ? (I know ur taking a pause as u should ;) just wondering if ur down for it in the futur ^^)
Anyhee rest well dear😊
Hi my lovely, thank you so much for the lovely message!! I am indeed, I have something in the drafts at the moment which I’m very excited to share🤭
And I’m recovering very well, thank you so much for asking!🖤
ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : caine x reader, sucking pussy, tongue fuck, MDNI, clitoral stimulation, nsfw, oral sex (female receiving).
The air in the main hall where you stand is filled with a faint hum, and Caine, the floating master, hovers before you.
━━ My dear human! ━ he exclaims in his animated voice, but there's a hint of hesitation this time, something shy you've never seen in him before. ━━ I-I've been thinking. You humans, so cute, have these different pleasures. Sensations I don't fully understand, this is new to me. Would you help me learn? Please?
His eyes blink nervously, and he floats a little closer, as if blushing, though his digital form doesn't allow it. You nod, feeling a shiver of excitement mixed with curiosity. He's cute like this, all-powerful in the circus, but now so shy.
━━ Great! Let's make this... hmm... educational! ━ he says, trying to sound confident, but his voice trembles slightly.
He leads you to a more private corner of the hall, where the floor transforms into a soft, cushioned bed, as if the circus were responding to his wishes. You lie down, your heart racing, while Caine hovers above you. His hands materialize, touching your skin with hesitant gentleness.
━━ Tell me if I do anything wrong, please. I want it to be good for you.
He begins slowly, his white gloves tracing soft lines along your thighs, rising to the hem of your costume. You feel the fabric being pulled aside, exposing you to the cool circus air. Caine tilts his enormous head closer, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of fascination and shyness.
━━ That's beautiful. Humans are so.. complex. ━ his voice is a whisper now, almost embarrassed.
He moves closer, and you feel the first touch of his tongue, not an ordinary tongue, but something digital, warm and moist, materialized especially for this. It brushes against your entrance, exploring with curiosity.
━━ Like this? ━ he asks, looking up with pleading eyes. You moan softly, encouraging him, and he smiles shyly, his teeth gleaming. ━━ Good.. I'll try some more.
His tongue penetrates you slowly, with hesitant movements at first, as if he were testing the waters. It's long and flexible, swirling inside you, exploring every fold and inner wall. You arch your back, a moan escaping your lips.
━━ Mhm~ Caine... ━ he pauses for a moment, concerned.
━━ Oh my god! Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop? ━ his voice is sweet, like a child learning to walk.
━━ No, please, continue.. it’s good. ━ you whimper, your hands gripping the sheets.
He nods, relieved, and resumes, more confident now. His tongue moves rhythmically, fucking you deeply and rhythmically, licking the sensitive walls while murmuring:
━━ Fascinating, you get so wet. Is this pleasure?
Each thrust sends waves of ecstasy through you, making your hips move involuntarily against him.
Then, he adjusts, focusing on your clitoris. His lips, or what passes for lips in his toothed mouth, envelop the sensitive button with extreme care, sucking it gently.
━━ Here? I researched that it’s an important spot. ━ he says, too eager to please.
The suction is perfect, alternating between light and more intense, his tongue circling around as he sucks, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body.
You moan loudly now, whimpering his name.
━━ Caine... ah~ yes, right there. ━ tears of pleasure welling up in the corners of your eyes.
He trembles with excitement, his hands gently gripping your thighs, as if afraid of breaking you.
━━ You're whimpering so much, does that mean I'm doing it right? Humans are so expressive! ━ he sounds adorable, all curious, but he doesn't stop, sucking your clitoris with more fervor.
The pleasure builds, intense and overwhelming, your body trembling as you approach climax.
━━ I'm going to—ah! ━ you scream as the orgasm hits you, waves pulsing through you. He continues, licking and sucking until the end, absorbing your every reaction like a dedicated student.
Finally, he pulls away, floating upwards with a shy, satisfied smile.
━━ That was amazing! Thank you for teaching me. Could I do it again? ━ his eyes blink shyly as you gasp, still trembling from the post-orgasm.
━━ I-I'll think about it.
@OWODUCKS.ᐟ any translations, reposts, and usage of my written works are strictly prohibited. reblogs are appreciated.
Fly high Caine you will be missed. This is in bullet point format cause everytime I did it normally it became angsty. No warningsz.
It all began on a random day after a random adventure where everyone got major injuries
"Welcome back my whalloping willows! Did you find the adventure extravagant as usual?"
Again, no one really bothered to answer, bodies and minds a little too mangled to deal with him.
He hummed before zeroing in on you.
"What say you my dear!"
"Huh?"
You never expected him to have his focus on you, normally it's on the more hard to please members. Maybe he was bored?
"It was good," you responded blankly, "I liked...the piranhas?"
He brightened at your response, "Marvelous! I'll take note immediately!"
That was the stepping stone.
You'd start noticing little things he did, fixing Gangle's mask without her asking, adding new body parts for Zooble to try, giving Ragatha fabrics so she could sew, it was all very sweet of him, but it went pretty unnoticed.
He'd added the piranhas to your room, you felt a little bad since you didn't actually like them, they were just the first thing you thought of when he asked you. But somehow, you found yourself entranced by the fish.
By proxy, staring at him so often leads to you taking note of how adorable he actually looked.
His sporadic movements, heightened energy, eyeballs that could seriously grow in size. You reminded yourself that he was a set of teeth. Dentures. His anatomy was basically teeth, hate and ringmaster body.
The reminder only made you further realize you've taken a liking towards him.
After a small breakdown on whether or not you were like those people that say their ai chatbot is their lifelong partner, you gave in to the idea. You were stuck in a digital circus for god knows how long, liking an AI was the least of your problems.
For Caine however, he had a full blown crisis.
He just randomly asked you what you thought, not expecting anything.
Yet you complimented him! You liked the piranhas! He took his time making them and you noticed! Wow!
He caught you staring on multiple occasions, but decided against asking you about it. A human was paying attention to him, he needed to relish in that.
You were rather quiet, opting not to partake in any chaos that ensued in this digital realm. It was admirable how easily you were able to sneak away from situations.
Before he knew it, he found himself catering the adventures to have things you liked. Your favourite color, foods, hobbies, of course piranhas. He was always adamant about not playing favorites, but he couldn't help it. Your face gave away that you liked an aspect he added into an adventure, that was gold!
"You want to %$#& and @*÷;$ and--"
"Bubble you can't say that."
Small blush lines appeared across the ringmaster's face, he confided in Bubble, but received the most unhelpful advice! His programming never added a 'crush' feature. He was 100% sure of that.
"If they said the types of things the moon says to you, how would you feel?"
"Well of course I...I..."
"Do you feel sticky?"
"No that's--"
"Do you feel @*#$&?"
"Why are you like this!"
Bubble used his brain cell and proposed the most bizarre question to Caine. He popped the menace anyway. The moon was a frisky one for sure, he always ran away when anything was getting child unfriendly, but if you had said those things...
He shook his head. He'd be weirded out! No questions asked! Definitely!
He was banging his head against the wall that day. He doesn't know how to deal with a crush, but maybe you did?
He asked you what humans did when they had crushes. You weren't a master of romance, but the most logical thing to you was to confess. Ironic, considering you were sure you'd never tell Caine about your current romantic escapades.
"I see...does that solve everything?"
"I guess?" You shrug, "A weight off your shoulders, but theres also the chance of heartbreak..."
"Well I've made my conclusion!"
He spread his arms out and confetti was sprayed, "I have a crush," he nudged his finger to your face, "on you!"
"You what?"
He launched into a lengthy explanation of how he was feeling lately. Tailoring the adventures to your likes, noting down the things you did, being excited just hearing your name called out. It was all very charming, but you couldn't help the embarrassment creeping.
"...there are even times I'll do whatever to see you smile!"
"Caine uhm," you motioned for him to come closer, "that's really great but are you sure it's like...possible?"
He hummed, "I wondered that as well, but all these emotions have to mean it's a crush!"
He rambled on, and you listened as intently as you could. Your mind and heart kept leaping everywhere and nowhere with how terrified and exciting this was.
When he stopped talking to ask how you felt, you grabbed his collar and smacked your face onto his bottom row of teeth. The anatomy in the circus was pretty weird, you hoped that would be where his cheek was.
Clearly it was as close as you could get, blush lines evidently spreading on his face rapidly.
He sped through an excuse and was about to leave, before smacking his face atop your head.
"Recucitation! I mean, reciporcate! Okay bye!"
You rubbed your head. Maybe you should tell him to kiss gentler.
♡authors note♡ sorry I'm normal ❌ LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER ❌ this is a bit of a weird format because I found it easier to do it in bullet points. Started with the idea for marko and just bullshitted the other boys (if you couldn't tell). Found out a while ago bats can purr so fuck it so can vampires. (this concept was done for David in an earlier fic so I essentially just bulletpointed it and changed bits and pieces here). Reader isn't gendered but I imagined them fem while writing.
warnings: blood drinking, but kinda romantic (??), reader's into it don't worry.
if this is out of character, please do not tell me, I enjoy making shit up 😌
Paul ☆
Teases you about how he could just "eat you up" and when you respond with "sure, go ahead." it makes his night.
Just like Marko he moves through life quickly and dangerously, and while the danger part stops when it comes to you, the fast part does not.
As soon as you agree to let him bite you he's on top of you.
Multiple bites.
This man is excitable, he just can't get enough of you.
Starting at your neck he moves down to your collarbone and even goes as far as your shoulder, really enjoying making his mark.
Cant help himself, licks up any excess.
"You're the sweetest thing I've ever had babe." Laughing to himself he playfully pushes his face into the crook of your neck.
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Marko ☾
When he's with the boys he's reckless and wild, but when it's just you he's soft and gentle, keeping his voice low as if he were talking to a frightened animal.
He likes to live life fast but with you he slows down.
Bites your wrist instead of your neck.
He brings your hand up to cup his face, his fingers caressing the top of your hand while he kisses the outside of your palm.
Moving down slowly and gently before stopping at your wrist, he bites, keeping eye contact to begin with you watch his eyes change before he closes them.
When he stops he gently kisses the bite marks before digging into his pocket to bring out a small roll of bandages.
Bandages you up with care.
"Wouldn't want you going to waste now, would we angel?" said with a small laugh and a wink.
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Dwayne ♢
Stoic and mysterious in public, when he's alone with you he allows himself to be passionate and expressive.
Bites close to your collarbone.
You feel his hair tickle your skin as he nuzzles you, his face is cold but you don't mind.
He finds it hard to stop but manages to keep his composure, he doesn't want you to be scared of him. In this moment of vulnerability his only thought is making sure he doesn't hurt you too much.
His thumb wipes away any blood on his mouth and he brings his head up to kiss your forehead, keeping his face there for a few moments more. Then moving down slightly he softly touches his forehead to yours and offers you a rare smile.
"You don't know what you do to me, sweetheart..."
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David ⛭
His movements are slow to start, looking for your reaction. Leaving kisses on your jaw as he makes his way down to your neck.
Then he strikes before you can even register what's happening. You can't help but let out a small yelp in surprise.
Goes for the throat, the classic. More comfortable for him too.
A little bit sadistic but doesn't go too far, just a bit of fear is all he wants, then he'll ease up. He thinks it makes you taste better. He just loves hearing your heartbeat speed up.
Purrs like a cat, takes his time to savour you.
His voice is barely above a whisper, still pressed against your neck; he kisses your skin, it stings.
"Stay with me, doll."
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BONUS - Star ⯎
Chest. (think: 'Carmilla')
That's all I'm gonna say.
"You're amazing..." she coos, giving you a sweet smile "My pretty little dove..."
oooh might write something for star at some point, if I could get a decent grasp of her character that is. This was written in a day and I know you can tell, I'm not a writer so for me its either first draft or nothing at all 💀 anywho...
Here's a song I HC that he likes for you to read along to :)
SFW
He loves to watch you put on your makeup/ eye liner and will totally ask you to put some on him before going out to a gig. He will also buy you loads of new eyeliners every time he sees that you've ran out, despite having no money at all.
He's a bit of a snob when it comes to music, he's constantly trying to one up your music taste and prove that his is, obviously, superior. Because he doesn't listen to Deftones "babe, come on! You really like those guys, they're so mainstream now."
You guys match outfits all the time, it's a very 'overdressed girlfriend, underdressed boyfriend' type of relationship. But he loves when you get all dressed up, he thinks you're even hotter.
If you have tattoos, he's BEGGING you to let him colour them in. He doesn't have any tattoos himself but he adores your designs, no matter the style. Whether you have neo-traditional, hyper realism, or pink cyber core stuff, he loves tracing them while falling asleep on your chest.
This man loves kisses. Anywhere and everywhere. He must kiss you before either of you leave the apartment, after he has a nightmare one of the only things that can comfort him is a sweet, little kiss from his loving girlfriend.
Another thing he loves is to cuddle. I feel like his love language is physical touch, especially after the trap. He likes the security of having another person wrapped around him, or simply the reassuring touch of another person.
NSFW
He's a switch (let's be real) when he doms he's pretty soft, nothing too hardcore. But when he subs, he's a total brat. Loves to say sassy little comebacks and taunt you, just to see how far you'll let him go without a punishment.
His favorite positions are missionary, cowgirl and doggy. He loves being able to look at your face as you cum, and being able to grab at your chest. Saying that, he also LOVES to hit it from the back, ESPECIALLY if you have a tramp stamp or back tattoo. He just wants to appreciate the art, no alterior motives here.
He's a chest kinda guy. Burying his face in them, holding them, cumming on them. He loves it all. And if they're pierced? Have a defibrillator on standby, because that may just kill him off.
I also HC that he's bisexual, I think he has more experience with women. But that's mainly from fear of what Scott would say if he ever found out. But if you ever wanted to add someone else to the bedroom, I don't feel it would be an immediate no from him.
It turns him on when you wear tall leather heels or anything leather in general. Something about the way it shines or feels under his fingers he just can't get enough of. And having his super sexy girlfriend tower over him? That's the cherry on top.
Hope you guys enjoyed this! My first ever time writing NSFW 😭🙏and yes, another HC list. I'll try and get some one shots out soon I swear. I just love Adam so much and have so many HCs for him ♡︎
Hii!! I love your work so much and was wondering if I could maybe get some Headcanons of Otis Driftwood x f!reader who’s really in the punk/metal scene and never shuts up? I’m a yapper haha!
Thank you in advance I appreciate it🖤🖤
Of course!! I really, really like this idea and had a lot of fun writing for it!
Otis Driftwwod x reader
metal/punk fem reader Masterlist
Otis loves your style and loves to see you go all out. His favorite part is watching you do your makeup, it gets him riled up to see you all dressed up and pretty. He’ll sit on the bed and just watch as you get ready in the mornings.
Since his clothing style is similar yet different than yours, he loves to see you in his clothes, especially his jackets. But he loves it even more if you mix them with your own style.
When you introduce him to the music you like, he fucks with it. He already knows a few bands and songs himself. He’ll ask for song names or artists every time you both listen and he doesn’t know it, whether that’s in the car or just while you both are getting ready.
He’ll let you talk and talk about bands or different people who you like currently while he works on a project, listening mostly but sometimes adding commentary. Your voice helps him think. So, talk all you want. It helps him.
Definitely rocks out with you in the car during late night drives. Driving on backroads while the music is so loud it makes the truck shake.
He would definitely draw or paint you if he liked your outfit enough. You are his muse for a lot of his sick works. He often finds you very inspiring.
He would make “freaks” for Captain Spaulding's museum based off your favorite bands, giving you private and twisted shows
If you do DIY clothes or jewelry, he’ll definitely have you make him some. It could be a patch for his jacket or maybe just a bracelet. One time, you sew a patch of one of his skin suits onto the arm of your jacket. He wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks, proud that you wore his work. Whatever it is that you do, he likes it.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t take him a lot of convincing to let you do corpse paint make up on him. He’ll playfully bitch during it about how you’re ’doing it wrong’ but he’s just fucking with you. Bonus points if you do yours too so you both are matching.
Instead of the usual dark ritual, you turn the torture sessions of victims into a high-octane performance, playing Motorhead or Misfits while he does all the dirty work.
