What would be the creeps reaction to a S/O that bakes them cute love themed sweets on valentine's day?? ^^
I made it a bit more broad for baking/sweets! I used frosting/icing pretty interchangeably. I apologize to all.
Tim - Ecstatic! Although he has preferences for unsweetened things (like dark chocolate and black coffee), he does indulge in sweets from time to time. There's a soft interior under that grumbly man. Pumpkin muffins with cream cheese filling is enough to coax it out on one of his bad days. On his good days, he's in the kitchen with you. Although, he probably gets frustrated when he doesn't have the right tension on the piping back and buttercreme shoots out the top.
Brian - I have headcannoned before that Brian is a home chef. I believe this extends to breadmaking, but I lean against him being much of a baker. So in a sense, you two balance each other very nicely. Likes organizing your meals together. He'll handle dinner, but you're gonna make desert.
Toby - You? You made Valentine's treats for him? He's overjoyed that you thought of him, but doesn't want to be left out next time. Wants Valentine's themed sweets every time - hearts in pinks and reds.
Jeff - He's tough to crack. Of course you would bake some sweets for him. He didn't expect otherwise. And although he acts completely unbothered and unsurprised, he'd been in quite a mood if you didn't make him anything. I envision him to be the type of person who always made handmade gifts for his family on holidays and birthdays. He's never quite gotten something like that in return.
EJ - Doesn't eat sweets and can't see them, but he does enjoy the smell. He might sneak a lick of frosting here and there, just to check, but he's always right. Yup. Still doesn't like it. Appreciates the gesture, but kindly suggests something different if you want him to eat it.
Liu - Adores your sweets. Quite a fan of simpler and healthier recipes with tons of inclusions. Begs you to learn to make scones if you don't already know - he'll eat them anyway. Cranberries, raisins, jammy swirls are his cup of tea.
Helen - A bit worrisome over sickly sweet pastries. He's scared of cavities; much prefers the sweetness between your thighs. But the art you put in? Forever amazed how a pastry chef or even someone who makes handmade candies finds an art in that medium. He might not eat it often, but loves seeing you ice a cake. Bonus points for hyperrealism or sugar cookie icing art.
Just a short thing because I'm a bit discouraged at writing and just need to put something out in the world. I've already kind of done something similar before as the creeps as aesthetics, but I cannot be bothered and I'm a very scent focused person.
Tim - heavy on the cig smell. The kind of person that you can smell as soon as they enter the room. Tobacco and cologne (aftershave maybe?). The fragrance would be very fresh scented too. Think spring fragrances. Linen, rain - that sort of shit.
Brian - my body says leather and gun oil, but really he smells like cologne and aftershave. I think he wears a signature scent - the same cologne everyday for ten years sort of thing. It's a pleasant, clean smell, but clearly artificial fragranced - not something you'd imagine him to naturally smell like. I'm thinking oranges and vanilla.
EJ - smells so sterile, you can almost taste it. Like when you walk into a hospital and the scent of sanitizer is so ungodly strong. Or (if ykyk) the taste of an IV drip when you're given anesthesia for a procedure. Like all of the creeps, I feel like he wouldn't smell very nicely, but if we are talking about a more domesticated Jack, I think he would choose a very strong and masculine fragrance. Eucalyptus, snake grass, cedar.
Jeff - Musty. Not using a particular fragrance here. I think he smells like body odor in a good way. Someone who has been outside for too long and just smells so unadulterated.
Toby - similar to Jeff, he has a summer scent to him. Smells like summer heat and all the foliage that is out in full bloom. And the woods. Smells like whatever he ate for breakfast.
Liu - Creosote bush. Versace Eros. Enough said.
Hi just wanted you to know I love your writing so much <3 Never fails to make me happy
Awww I really appreciate that! I'm sorry I've been so offline lately. I miss writing fics and one-shots, but I'm currently working two jobs and being an adult is kind of kicking my ass right now :((((
Buuuttttt, I've been in a bit of a mood. Gonna work on some WIPs and see where I get today.
Was re-reading that one knife play one-shot of Brian, that part where he tells us to make less noise unless we want Toby and Tim to see it- GODDDD my exhibitionist side was SCREAMING like open that damn door right now!!! I'll give them the show of their lives!!!! (Picture my brain screaming "please I'm a star!!" just like in that one viral Pearl scene)
Hear me out Bloody Painter gets jealous and shows reader who they belong to👀
I'm sorry I kind of suck at ideas this is just what I'm thinking
Ooomph, no I quite like this one though. Don't come into my ask box apologizing for Helen asks. Helen is always welcome. Divider cafekitsune.
Let Me Get What I Want | Helen x afab!reader | 896 words
one-shot masterlist | mdni | cw: scarification as a display of devotion, knifeplay, obvious heavy trigger warning for anyone who struggles with self-harm, sadomasochism, minor body worship, he/him pronouns for Helen this time, not super nsfw simply because I don't see Helen as much of a jealous/hate-fuck type of person. I'd been trying for a few weeks but I just wasn't sure where to take it sexually!
Helen sighed. It was a strange sound to fall past his lips - something he'd only hear perhaps when in the throes of pleasure - but today, Helen sighed just from the thought of you. It wasn't like craving you was bizarre, far from it. Helen thought about you all of the time. Hour after hour, day by day, months on months, you plagued Helen's thoughts. He couldn't help but think what a sweet, little plague you were - working your way in and taking him over. You consumed him.
So today, just like most days, Helen cleaned the hairs of his paintbrushes by the workroom sink, the colors bleeding out into a muddy brown mess. As he worked the bristles against the cloth towel, he envisioned the appearance of your flesh. He thought about your hair follicles and the pores on your skin. Helen thought, was it really possible to adore someone so much - right down to the cracks on their heels and the blemishes on their cheeks? Why did that have to be such an unwelcome concept?
Under Helen's firm touch, the paintbrush frayed and shed strands of horsehair. His pale and slender hands paused in place.
No, it was far more than a sigh. Helen was terribly jealous. The paintbrush fell from his hand with a clank. Twisting his torso, he glanced back at his recent portrait. There was a fiery warmth in Helen's face as he looked at it. You were such a radiant thing. The fact that you hadn't sent so much as a glance his way this evening was maddening.
He was now staring down the painting, observing the contours of your body and the light bruise he'd put on your breast, simply a smear of pigment. He needed assurance - reassurance that you were his. So later that night, he prophesized an idea.
"Are you familiar with scarification?" he'd ask randomly, suddenly as you lazed against the couch - draped against it like a Greek statue. Whether you knew of it or not wasn't exactly of importance. Rather, all Helen cared about was whether or not you agreed.
"Etching, branding, scaring," they continued, "that sort of thing. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
You thought about it deeply - for the first time in perhaps, ever. Scarification.
He added, "Do you think, maybe, I could do that to you. Etch my art into your skin."
"I'd have to think about it." you'd respond. Scarification, like a tattoo, but a different flavor of commitment. If the scaring took well, it'd be a part of you forever. You had no doubt that whatever Helen had in store would be exquisite, but it still was a lot to take in.
Helen wouldn't bring it up for another few weeks at least, letting it fester and stew in your mind as you went about your work and daily tasks. It nagged in the back of your mind for quite a while. You asked Helen for a mockup.
"Could I just see what you were thinking?" you'd ask, imagining the stencils tattoo artists would place upon their clients. Maybe - if you just saw what he had in mind - it'd be easier to agree. So that evening, as you laid spread over the mattress, Helen free-handed over your hip, penciling in intricate designs around the curves of your body in washable marker. After he'd finished, you stood in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom with an intent curiosity.
"It looks... beautiful."
Even through simple lines, Helen's artistry shined through. They'd captured everything about you, the shapes complimenting your body wonderfully at the same time - trailing from your side, down the swell of your hip and stopping just above your knee.
"I'd be honored if you accepted." he added. His excitement was evident in the subtle shifting of his feet, his hands subconsciously smoothing out the fabric of his button-up.
When the moment finally came, you laid against the table awkwardly, feeling a bit more uncomfortable than usual. Once more, Helen had stenciled a design into your skin - this time with a more permanent marker.
"It's okay if you want a break. Just tell me." Helen said, pulling a sharp exacto-knife from a rolling cart. You took in a deep breath as you anticipated the pain. You'd already taken some pain meds, just to ease your mind, but you knew it'd still hurt tremendously. That initial breath turned shaky as the blade made contact with your skin. It was a sharp, biting pain - but it wasn't anything you hadn't felt before with Helen. There were already quite a few scars on your back. You let Helen take his time as he carved out chunks of skin to make the most beautiful mural.
"Does it hurt, dove?" the words came soft - a loving message of reassurance. You nodded your head. It did.
"It's almost finished, my love. Don't worry." he added, pushing the blade just over your hip bone.
He took great care of it once he'd finished - cleaning the wounds, bandaging it well, and placing sweet, gentle kisses over your body. He was ecstatic. It was taking quite a while to heal, but he was psyched to paint you with the new addition. You were his muse - the thing he'd loved to paint and draw the most, and now you'd carry his art on your skin for the rest of your life.
Divider can be found here. Just a short and sweet drabble about a dream I had. It isn't much, but I think the quality is adequate and I'm willing to expand on the mindfuckery aspect in the furture.
one-shot masterlist | mdni | cw: lesbians with a daddy kink, threesome, hairpulling, dirty talk, mirror sex, Quebecois.
I should make it very clear that I do not speak Canadian French. I simply copy and pasted the phrase Natalie says. According to Wikipedia, it roughly translates to "Jesus christ, there is no way you can be this stupid" - or something like that.
Your breath hitched as Natalie thrust into you. You were dizzy, sandwiched between two hot women, and rutting dumbly. A whine fell past your lips as Nat's hips pushed into yours, a domino effect that sent Jane's bumping against the bathroom counter. Nat mumbled something illegible in French, her pronunciation raspy and slurred.
Vanity overcame you. In the mirror, two extra sets of eyes stared back: Natalie's sharp and green, Jane's honeyed, round, and accentuated by the sharp black winged liner she had painted on her lids. She was a total bombshell, despite her scars - a complete one-eighty from the tall and lean woman pounding into you.
A snap of her hips drew you from your thoughts, drawing a whine from you.
"Are you even listening to me?" Natalie snapped, her blue strap filling you completely.
You weren't.
You hummed in acknowledgement, lids growing heavy as you watched Jane's breasts bounce from the motion of her grinding into your hand. You reached up, tugging her tank top beneath her tits with one hand. Her nipples were hard - a light nude shade. She pulled your arms around her tighter, giving her more leverage over your fingers as she rocked back and forth.
"Esti de câlice de tabarnak, c'est pas possible comment que t'es cave!"
Natalie's fingers carded through your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to look into her eyes. Just hers.
"Are you listening now?"
Nodding, you agreed. You were listening, but you didn't promise to listen good. The weight of Jane's hips stuttering, her thick scarred thighs brushing past your hands made the bathroom feel humid. Nat rolled her eyes.
"God, you cum-brained idiot. Can you use your mouth, at least?" she spat, her eyes filled with faux disgust. Her free hand reached out to push a thumb into your mouth, pressing down on the wetness of your tongue. It hardly put a dent in her pace. With a moan, your tongue lolled out, sticking past your bitten lips.
"Good. Now give Jane a kiss like she asked for."
Her hands pushed you forward until your lips met Jane's neck. She kept one grasping at your hair, the other pressing just above your ass as she steadied you. Even in your haze, you wasted no time in pressing wet, hot kisses against Jane, feeling her shiver under the touch. A deep groan bubbled from her chest, echoing slightly in the poorly decorated bathroom.
"Augh! Fuck-"
From in front of you, Jane panted under your touch. You caught each other's eyes in the mirror, her teeth sinking into the matte black lipstick she'd flawlessly applied. The makeup hardly budged. Shakily, her hands returned to the edge of the counter as you sucked at the crook of her neck.
"I'm gonna cum fast," she said, rhythmically grinding her hips forward as you rubbed at her swollen clit. A grunt came from behind you. Natalie glared at you through the mirror, her gaze peeking over your shoulder threateningly.
You tried not to focus. Tried not to hyper fixate on the rhythm and pressure. Once more, your eyes squeezed shut as you busied yourself with giving Jane love bites. When Nat's hips nestled the tip of her cock against your cervix, you mimicked it against the swell of Jane's ass. If you fucked this up, both of them might kill you.
Jane's whines hitched and rose, turning into deep, breathy moans as she drew closer. You grasped onto her like a starved man. She sputtered.
"I'm cumming!" a barrage of noise following as she dripped over your fingers. You didn't dare stop - not until she begged you to. "Fuck, yes!" she gasped.
Eventually, Nat tugged at your hair again and your fingers left Jane. Her cock pulled out, leaving you feeling void and empty at the loss. Natalie wasted no time pushing you down to kneel on the tile floor.
In a split second, Jane was on top of the counter, her hips spilling off the edge. Your hands reached out, gripping at her plush thighs and supporting her on your chest and shoulders as you lapped at her cunt.
"Unnnngh..." was the most you could manage - drawn out and stupid. Natalie laughed as she got on her knees, situating herself right behind you. To your surprise, she pushed in. The position was cramped and didn't offer much room for movement, but it was just enough to rock her strap into you - massaging against your cervix.
Gasping, you tasted Jane on your tongue, falling further against herself. Dear lord, you were going to die here.
Your actions were frantic, and your eyes rolled back as you sucked and licked, occasionally pulling away to blow cool air against her cunt.
"Yeah... Keep using that tongue for daddy," Nat panted.
The misnomer did horrible things to you, making your pussy twitch around her strap. You moaned into Jane, the vibrations sending pleasure through her. Using a pointed tongue, you switch-backed your way to her clit, swirling around it.
"Shit, you like that, huh? Fucking hell." Natalie cackled, noting how you seemed to work harder; grow more desperate
Jane's head was thrown back, gravity pulling her hair down towards the countertop. She braced against the wall and the mirror.
"Don't even think of stopping or I'll beat your ass raw." The threats continued, pouring from the woman behind you as she thrusted. You wouldn't dream of stopping. "Keep taking my cock like a good little slut. I'm not stopping until you cum around me."
She pushed your face even further into Jane, muffling your moans. You were close, but the only way the girls could know is through your sounds. You didn't hold back, crying out into her pussy as Nat drove you over the edge.
"That's right. Oh, good girl!" she cooed mockingly, "Cum all over your daddy's cock. Know what you're good for baby."
You squirmed, your body flailing out around you in sheer pleasure as the orgasm came in waves. Fingernail indents spotted Jane's thighs. Nat kept fucking you for a few moments after, only stopping because she knew you wouldn't prevent her from smothering your face into her girlfriend's cunt.
She pulled you back, your face soaked and glistening in the light.
"C'mon, you still got a lotta work to do." leaning over, she licked your lips. "Jane's still gotta cum again, remember?"
Proxies with the reader begging them to breed her mid sex pleasee, like she has a breeding kink but never told them and the words just came out without thinking >w<
I'm gonna do short ones because I'm experiencing horny shame, but as a compromise, I'll throw in a lot more characters. Divider here.
Laughs at you but is totally into it. In fact, they do go a bit harder.
"Haha, really? You've never mentioned that before..." he'd hum before pushing your legs closer to your chest and thrusting deeper.
Jack, Brian
Literally whimpers and their pace stutters because that was hot as fuck.
"Jesus," he fumbled over his words, his hips jolting forward as a soft whine fell from his lips.
Tim, Toby
Laughs at you, but in a demeaning you're into that? kind of way.
"Haha! What the fuck? You're seriously into that shit?" he said, but his hips continued to piston quickly, pushing deep inside of you. His hands tightened around your hips.
Jeff
They may be wearing a strap, but they'll find a way to get you pregnant with silicone.
"Don't worry babe, you'll be full of my cum by the time I'm done with you."
Natalie, Kate
Confused fem noises.
She paused, her fingers tracing your clit. "Huh??" she'd ask, unsure if she heard you properly.
Jane, Nina
Takes it a bit too seriously.
"Aren't you on the pill? I think that might make things difficult here. Are you going to come off of it?"
Helen, Liu, Nurse Anne
im back.. now that im not sleep deprived, lowkey hope you're doing well. actively checking your pages for updates, very excited about that. anyways.. my question: when do you think the next time you'll update is? i have a very unhealthy obsession with creepypastas and its making me tweak out cause there so little of good solid content.. idk you're a good creator is what im tryna say
I don't have a solid ETA on an update currently. I'm working on a bunch of small WIPs (as well as the next chapter) right now to just keep myself consistent. I'm hoping I can get a chapter out sometime soon - I've just had a lot going on unfortunately. I'm also in a "waning/waxing" phase with creepypasta at the moment. I'm not giving up on the fandom by any means - I've just been a bit obsessed with JJK, Aot, and some other things. I've been a bit hyper-fixated on those and it's so damn hard to get myself into the "mood" since Creepypasta is just so dark lol.
I really appreciate the compliments though. It does really help to know that people are interested in my work and enjoy it. I'm trying to figure out where I'm going next in the fic as well I actually have no clue how it's going to end! Anyway, I have some anon requests I'm currently working on that hopefully will be posted sometime soon and I'm also trying to finish the last chapter of my two-shot if you like The Price of Flesh - so keep an eye out for those <3.
GHejwjuwhIHwv im surviving off of scraps here and im loving it. keep me scrambling for that sweet, sweet hc sheet, ao3, or just in general nyehehh 😈🎀... this is so swag of you..
(i sound weird asf. i was gunna write more but..nvm.. 😟)
(u ate that tho my little thugalicious writer keep it up)
thank you for thinking I am thugalicious anon. I hope someday, there will be a bountiful harvest.
HC's for the creeps aftercare after a rough night with their SO?
A rough night or a rough night? ;) Let's do both. Please keep sending stuff to my inbox I'm obsessed. For context, the sfw ones still apply in the nsfw context lol. I wanted the sfw ones to apply even in the context of just going through some tough shit.
Tim
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Makes you breakfast the next day - let's you pick. Or gets something for you if you prefer something from a cafe/restaurant/fast food chain.
You want a sausage egg McMuffin and breakfast ends in three minutes? He's gonna find a way to get you that sandwich.
He really believes in food as comfort and love, so whatever you prefer he wants to make happen.
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Can't stop staring at you. Like, it's almost disturbing how his eyes are on you constantly.
Prefers if you don't get dressed, but if you must, would ask you to wear a long t-shirt or a slip.
In this moment, you could literally ask him to do anything for you - and he would. Use that information however you please. He just wants to pamper you.
Brian
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Won't let you go until you ask him to, even if he's lying in bed all day.
When you're genuinely bothered or upset by something, he can soften up and be really good support for whatever it is.
If cuddling for very long isn't your thing, then he's content just being near you.
nsfw:
This man is so smug.
Of course, if you're in sub drop or anything, he's going to go easy on you, but the back and forth between you doesn't really stop. He will bring up whatever happened and kind of keep that going - even if you're a bit embarrassed now that you came.
Really - he just wants to work you up all over again and keep the game going for just a little bit longer. I really do believe he's a mean dom and really does get off on humiliating you. He will remind you of everything embarrassing you did for him.
Jack
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Makes you drink a glass of water - even if you say you aren't thirsty. He knows you're dehydrated.
If you're hungry now, he'll make you a meal, but he's not opposed to waiting. He makes you what you like the most, whether that's from that restaurant you like or just Kraft mac n' cheese.
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He knows what he's doing and he already has everything set up. He's cleaning you up with a warm towel before you can even catch your breath. He doesn't want you to get an infection, after all.
Usually spitting praises and compliments to you.
Often suggests a bath together - even though he can't fit in the tub at all.
Toby
sfw
Now is the perfect time for adventure. Wants to go on a night walk.
Just wants to go out and do things with you alone in nature - pretend to not exist to the rest of society with you.
You'll walk down the empty 2 am street and just talk about whatever's on your mind. Sit on the swings at the park and kick rocks enjoying each other's company.
nsfw:
His aftercare is horny.
He'll still be touching you in ways, or still be inside of you.
He's a biter and finds himself still giving little nibbles to your neck, but when he finally stops, he catches himself running his fingers over the love bites.
It's all fervent and reckless, but not neglectful. I don't really know how else to describe it like that. Toby loves like a teenage boy loves his first girl friend - unabashed and adventurous - even though he's an adult now.
Jeff
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He's a rock. Your rock, but still a rock. I don't imagine it's easy to get him all empathetic, but he's still there for your struggles.
Encourages more of an activity - cooking a meal together, smoking, whatever it may be.
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I'll be honest, I think sex with him is very primal and animalistic. He's not too keen on you cleaning yourself up immediately after, so if you're cuddling he'll try to convince you to sit in it.
Obviously he won't force you, he just thinks it's hot when you get physically exerted over something. It plays into this dynamic of sneaky, taboo sex where you get off and then go along with your day pretending nothing happened. Might not be there emotionally, but again - he'll ask if you want to go out and do something.
Liu
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He definitely feels with you the most. Whatever emotions you're going through, he parrots them very easily.
A back rubber. Just constantly running his fingers over your back in gentle caresses. Wipes your tears gently, if you have any. Pokes your cheeks when you smile.
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In regards to sex, Liu always makes you a cup of tea after. He's narrowed down your preferences (but I always like to think he'd give you unsweetened peppermint tea - unless you don't like it).
Prefers silent cuddles after sex. Usually this lasts for about half an hour (unless it's right before bed.)
Nina
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You probably fell asleep while watching movies or something. The movie is still playing when you wake up.
A moment for self-care and pampering. Pedicures, facials, and backrubs. Real stereotypical "girl" stuff - even if you aren't a girl. She wants the sleepover experience with you.
nsfw:
I imagine her aftercare for sex is very similar.
She doesn't want you to dress, but if you do, she insists you wear a cute matching robe with her and fuzzy slippers.
Lots of pillow talk - she really isn't content with just being quiet and cuddling.
Divider can be found here. just a small oneshot featuring Brian with two subs.
one-shot masterlist | mdni | cw: first time anal, orgasm control, dirty talk, dry humping
“Well, aren’t you special?” Brian’s voice drawled out with a satisfied hum. He was more than amused. Startled, you and Tim pulled off of each other, saliva still stringing your lips together and your fingers still tangled in Tim's hair. It was horrifying, as if your parent had walked in and caught you doing something nasty.
“Both of my subs getting up to no good - and you didn’t even offer to let me watch?” he lilted with mock upset.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” Tim grumbled. His hands gripped your waist tightly, preparing to end the makeout session and pull you from his lap.
“And I didn’t ask you to stop. Go ahead.”
You felt Brian walk up behind you, his eyes boring into your back. This situation was an embarrassment. You and Tim were desperate, it was only natural that you'd turned to each other - even though there wasn't a dominant bone in either of your bodies. Brian was busy. There was no way in hell you'd throw yourself at him. It was a sure-fire way to be sadistically teased and humiliated. That's exactly how you ended up on top of Tim, grinding in his lap as you sloppily made out. You glanced back to look at him.
"What?" your words came out breathier than you'd hoped, falling in line with Tim's breaths.
"You heard me," he came even closer, "Keep going."
Tim's hands readjusted, grabbing at your hips now with anticipation. Beneath you, you felt him grow harder, obviously expecting something to happen between the three of you.
"You're serious?" you weren't sure what you expected, but Tim knew what he wanted. His mouth came to your neck, sucking and licking at the flesh - just where you liked it.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Brian pressed up against your back, hips resting by your shoulders.
To be fair, it always felt like he was joking when he had that shit-eating grin on his face. A calloused hand grabbed at your face, squished your cheeks, and pushed you into Tim.
"Be a good girl and kiss him back."
Tim whimpered beneath you as he greedily moved to your lips. Unbothered by Brian's presence, he continued where you both left off and bucked his cock up into you. His hard-on was tight in his jeans and the friction from your pants left you tingling.
"There you go. See, that wasn't so hard,"
Brian's hand moved to your hair, holding your head in place for Tim. The way he gripped your hair always sent a chill down your spine. When Tim's hands dipped to cup your ass, you bit hard on his lip. The involuntary moan that pulled from him made Brian chuckle. Your face was flaming with heat at the wet spot growing in your pants, but that didn't slow Tim down. He was desperate to cum, even if it was from dry humping you on the edge of his bed. The rutting grew erratic and rushed and Tim started panting. His hand must've brushed against Brian's body, because Tim dragged himself away from your face and started to beg.
"Brian, please! I need to-"
The subtle depth to his voice made him sound all the more desperate and he whined and keened.
"Lay down."
There was a mere moment of hesitation before Tim laid on his back, eager to pull his cock out.
"And scoot up,"
Brian pushed you forward, sending you toppling over Tim's chest. The two of you shuffled up the mattress towards the headboard. Initially, Tim pouted at the sight of Brian walking away, but he perked up as he started rummaging through the nightstand. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a bottle of lube. Tim's mind immediately began to wander, fully expecting Brian to fuck him while you rode on top. It was by far the position he loved the most and he was trying hard to contain himself.
"Fuck," Tim shuffled to take off his pants.
"No. Those stay on." Brian demanded.
You paused. Normally, you were wet enough that you didn't need lube. You were especially wet enough now. All Brian needed to do was look. If the lube wasn't for Tim, then-
Brian reached around you and unbuttoned your pants. He tugged them all the way off and tossed them to the floor.
"Oh wow," he cooed, "You two really were busy. You're dripping already, soaked through your panties. How long have you two been going at it?"
Neither of you answered. You were both confused, and truth be told, you had no clue how long you'd been grinding against each other. Your panties came off next, followed by Brian's jeans and boxers.
"You should've taken the opportunity to cum while you had the chance," Brian lifted your hips up, situating your pussy above Tim's clothed cock. Farther up, your head rested against his chest. The lube bottle clicked open and closed as Brian slicked up his fingers.
"Oh!" you yipped.
He rubbed his fingers against your ass before pushing one inside. It felt strange. You'd never done this before - not even with him. Your cunt was right there. Why would he- you let out a shuddered moan.
"That feel good?"
Whimpering, you nodded your head. It felt good, but not nearly enough. He continued to work his fingers, graduating to two with ease. Oh my god, why hadn't you tried this before? As he pulled out, you whined at the loss of his touch, but you stiffened when you heard the bottle of lube open again. Brian sighed as he stroked his cock. You managed to look at Tim's face. His pupils were blown wide in disbelief and ecstasy. Conflicted, but desperately horny as he watched Brian play with you.
"What are you making that pathetic face for?" Brian cackled as he worked to lube his dick.
"I thought..."
Tim really was pathetic. You felt pity for him as he genuinely seemed mortified.
"You assumed. You know what they say about that - heh." he giggled to himself before continuing, "but neither of you asked. That's rather inconsiderate. I'd even say distasteful. Relax baby,"
The last part was directed to you as he moved his dry hand across the swell of your ass and patted the flesh. You were both so dumbfounded, realization hadn't truly kicked in until Brian pressed the head of his cock against your hole. Your eyes shot open, and you cried out as your hands gripped tightly against the fabric Tim's shirt.
"Shh, relax," he tutted, voice tender. Brian worked himself in slowly. His cock stretched you open, but he had prepped you with plenty of lube. It didn't hurt. If anything, it was slightly uncomfortable, but that was only because-
"You're a virgin," Brian said suddenly. Tim was baffled. You weren't a virgin.
"Do you have any idea what's going on up here?" Brian leaned in to whisper, "I'm gonna fuck her in the ass." he spoke matter-of-factly.
Sandwiched between them, you mewled out in pleasure. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. Under Brian, your hips slumped down as you found it difficult to support yourself with wobbly knees. Your knees were weak, your legs were weak - your whole body felt weak. Tim whined out, a high-pitched noise unlike anything you'd heard from him. Once Brian bottomed inside of you, he leaned back and tore your hips up.
"Stay still. I don't want your clit touching anything because you're not cumming tonight. Neither of you."
Wailing at his words you muffled yourself into Tim's chest. Brian began to slowly draw out of you.
"That's not fair!" Tim panted. You thought the same. It wasn't fair and Brian was right: you should've cum together before he walked in.
"What about it?"
"Why does she get to be touched and not me? I asked, I wanted-"
Brian interrupted, "Because I know you and I can't trust you not to make a mess all over yourself. You'll cum on accident and then you'll just take the punishment like you always do. This is the punishment. A better punishment, because you like pain too much." he emphasized and thrusted back in. "Besides, if she cums while I'm in her ass... Fuck, then I think she deserves it, huh? Wouldn't that be impressive?"
Your legs straightened, "As long as you keep your fucking hips up!" he yelled and placed you back above Tim's legs.
Tim was clearly upset, but he was more flustered than anything. Though it was torture, watching this unfold above him was making his cock leak. Tim was hoping - praying - that Brian would change his mind. Hoping that after, Brian would let him cum anyway. A mixture of lube and slick gathered down your pussy and pooled at your clit. Gravity forced it down and it dripped between your legs in a thick, sticky strand. Tim gasped as it landed on his jeans above his cock and soaked into the fabric.
"Be a good girl and tell Tim what he's missing."
Brian began to rut into you at a proper pace, his skin slapping against your ass and thighs.
"AH- it feels, good!"
"You can do better than that."
"It's big," you quieted. Dirty talk would never not be embarrassing.
"What's big? Use your words for me and tell him."
"Your cock - his cock is big." you told Tim, but he knew that already, too. "It's making me wet and I'm aching, please!" you blabbered out. His cock was dizzying, but it still wasn't enough. If anything, it made your cunt feel needy and sad, because you wanted nothing more than for Brian to be inside it.
"Please, what?"
"Fuck me,"
"I'm already fucking you."
Tim squirmed beneath you. He was making unbroken eye contact with Brian, tears brimming in his eyes.
Drool fell from your tongue. What the hell? Each thrust forced a moan from your lips.
"God, such a whore for my cock. Are you drooling? Maybe I should do this more often." sniffling, you nodded vigorously, "Good girl, begging me to do something that won't even make you cum. Tim should take some lessons from you. No arguing, no complaining."
"Brian please, I'm sorry." he started.
"Now you apologize? What took you so long?"
"Please, it hurts."
"So shallow," you could practically hear Brian's smirk, "you're only apologizing because your dick hurts?"
"I know, I'm sorry, but I can't take it anymore."
At this point, Tim's jeans looked unbearably tight. He was bucking up and grinding into nothing, the weight of your chest on his driving him insane.
"That's too bad. I'm gonna cum now. You can think about what that might feel like." Brian's voice was audibly growing hoarser as he neared his orgasm, and Tim sobbed as he realized he wasn't going to get his way. Brian's hips stuttered, each thrust a faint burst of pleasure. It felt as if he was hitting your g-spot from the other side, but it was hardly enough to get close to cumming. You too had started crying as your cunt fluttered around nothing, holding onto Tim tightly.
"Fuck!" Three pumps until he stilled deep inside of you. Brian let out a satisfied sigh before pulling out, cum and lube falling onto Tim's lap again. Tim trembled at the sensation of his wet pants. You went to flop against Tim, but Brian yanked you up and onto your knees.
"Absolutely not. Both of you need to calm down, first. I'm not gonna let you cum humping each other like dogs. Oh, look at your pretty face." a finger shot to wipe the tears off of your cheeks, "You did so good."
"Brian, I'm BEGGING you,"
Tim words had become even more frantic. Reaching your hand out, you tugged on Brian's shirt.
"Please?"
"Both of you now? Really?"
"Didn't I earn it?" you pouted.
He smirked in a way that you knew he had an idea. A hand reached your back as he pushed you onto Tim once more.
"If you're so desperate," leaning over, he pressed down on your shoulder, making your cunt rub against Tim's jeans. The sticky lube and cum was cold against you. "Just like this. I'll give you a minute, exactly. Quick."
Instantly, you were all over each other. It only took a few firm thrusts to push your swollen clit over the edge. Being on top gave you a good advantage. Tim wasn't as lucky. Forty-five seconds later, an arm snaked around your waist and tore you away.
Divider can be found here. just a small oneshot featuring Brian with two subs.
one-shot masterlist | mdni | cw: first time anal, orgasm control, dirty talk, dry humping
“Well, aren’t you special?” Brian’s voice drawled out with a satisfied hum. He was more than amused. Startled, you and Tim pulled off of each other, saliva still stringing your lips together and your fingers still tangled in Tim's hair. It was horrifying, as if your parent had walked in and caught you doing something nasty.
“Both of my subs getting up to no good - and you didn’t even offer to let me watch?” he lilted with mock upset.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” Tim grumbled. His hands gripped your waist tightly, preparing to end the makeout session and pull you from his lap.
“And I didn’t ask you to stop. Go ahead.”
You felt Brian walk up behind you, his eyes boring into your back. This situation was an embarrassment. You and Tim were desperate, it was only natural that you'd turned to each other - even though there wasn't a dominant bone in either of your bodies. Brian was busy. There was no way in hell you'd throw yourself at him. It was a sure-fire way to be sadistically teased and humiliated. That's exactly how you ended up on top of Tim, grinding in his lap as you sloppily made out. You glanced back to look at him.
"What?" your words came out breathier than you'd hoped, falling in line with Tim's breaths.
"You heard me," he came even closer, "Keep going."
Tim's hands readjusted, grabbing at your hips now with anticipation. Beneath you, you felt him grow harder, obviously expecting something to happen between the three of you.
"You're serious?" you weren't sure what you expected, but Tim knew what he wanted. His mouth came to your neck, sucking and licking at the flesh - just where you liked it.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Brian pressed up against your back, hips resting by your shoulders.
To be fair, it always felt like he was joking when he had that shit-eating grin on his face. A calloused hand grabbed at your face, squished your cheeks, and pushed you into Tim.
"Be a good girl and kiss him back."
Tim whimpered beneath you as he greedily moved to your lips. Unbothered by Brian's presence, he continued where you both left off and bucked his cock up into you. His hard-on was tight in his jeans and the friction from your pants left you tingling.
"There you go. See, that wasn't so hard,"
Brian's hand moved to your hair, holding your head in place for Tim. The way he gripped your hair always sent a chill down your spine. When Tim's hands dipped to cup your ass, you bit hard on his lip. The involuntary moan that pulled from him made Brian chuckle. Your face was flaming with heat at the wet spot growing in your pants, but that didn't slow Tim down. He was desperate to cum, even if it was from dry humping you on the edge of his bed. The rutting grew erratic and rushed and Tim started panting. His hand must've brushed against Brian's body, because Tim dragged himself away from your face and started to beg.
"Brian, please! I need to-"
The subtle depth to his voice made him sound all the more desperate and he whined and keened.
"Lay down."
There was a mere moment of hesitation before Tim laid on his back, eager to pull his cock out.
"And scoot up,"
Brian pushed you forward, sending you toppling over Tim's chest. The two of you shuffled up the mattress towards the headboard. Initially, Tim pouted at the sight of Brian walking away, but he perked up as he started rummaging through the nightstand. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a bottle of lube. Tim's mind immediately began to wander, fully expecting Brian to fuck him while you rode on top. It was by far the position he loved the most and he was trying hard to contain himself.
"Fuck," Tim shuffled to take off his pants.
"No. Those stay on." Brian demanded.
You paused. Normally, you were wet enough that you didn't need lube. You were especially wet enough now. All Brian needed to do was look. If the lube wasn't for Tim, then-
Brian reached around you and unbuttoned your pants. He tugged them all the way off and tossed them to the floor.
"Oh wow," he cooed, "You two really were busy. You're dripping already, soaked through your panties. How long have you two been going at it?"
Neither of you answered. You were both confused, and truth be told, you had no clue how long you'd been grinding against each other. Your panties came off next, followed by Brian's jeans and boxers.
"You should've taken the opportunity to cum while you had the chance," Brian lifted your hips up, situating your pussy above Tim's clothed cock. Farther up, your head rested against his chest. The lube bottle clicked open and closed as Brian slicked up his fingers.
"Oh!" you yipped.
He rubbed his fingers against your ass before pushing one inside. It felt strange. You'd never done this before - not even with him. Your cunt was right there. Why would he- you let out a shuddered moan.
"That feel good?"
Whimpering, you nodded your head. It felt good, but not nearly enough. He continued to work his fingers, graduating to two with ease. Oh my god, why hadn't you tried this before? As he pulled out, you whined at the loss of his touch, but you stiffened when you heard the bottle of lube open again. Brian sighed as he stroked his cock. You managed to look at Tim's face. His pupils were blown wide in disbelief and ecstasy. Conflicted, but desperately horny as he watched Brian play with you.
"What are you making that pathetic face for?" Brian cackled as he worked to lube his dick.
"I thought..."
Tim really was pathetic. You felt pity for him as he genuinely seemed mortified.
"You assumed. You know what they say about that - heh." he giggled to himself before continuing, "but neither of you asked. That's rather inconsiderate. I'd even say distasteful. Relax baby,"
The last part was directed to you as he moved his dry hand across the swell of your ass and patted the flesh. You were both so dumbfounded, realization hadn't truly kicked in until Brian pressed the head of his cock against your hole. Your eyes shot open, and you cried out as your hands gripped tightly against the fabric Tim's shirt.
"Shh, relax," he tutted, voice tender. Brian worked himself in slowly. His cock stretched you open, but he had prepped you with plenty of lube. It didn't hurt. If anything, it was slightly uncomfortable, but that was only because-
"You're a virgin," Brian said suddenly. Tim was baffled. You weren't a virgin.
"Do you have any idea what's going on up here?" Brian leaned in to whisper, "I'm gonna fuck her in the ass." he spoke matter-of-factly.
Sandwiched between them, you mewled out in pleasure. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. Under Brian, your hips slumped down as you found it difficult to support yourself with wobbly knees. Your knees were weak, your legs were weak - your whole body felt weak. Tim whined out, a high-pitched noise unlike anything you'd heard from him. Once Brian bottomed inside of you, he leaned back and tore your hips up.
"Stay still. I don't want your clit touching anything because you're not cumming tonight. Neither of you."
Wailing at his words you muffled yourself into Tim's chest. Brian began to slowly draw out of you.
"That's not fair!" Tim panted. You thought the same. It wasn't fair and Brian was right: you should've cum together before he walked in.
"What about it?"
"Why does she get to be touched and not me? I asked, I wanted-"
Brian interrupted, "Because I know you and I can't trust you not to make a mess all over yourself. You'll cum on accident and then you'll just take the punishment like you always do. This is the punishment. A better punishment, because you like pain too much." he emphasized and thrusted back in. "Besides, if she cums while I'm in her ass... Fuck, then I think she deserves it, huh? Wouldn't that be impressive?"
Your legs straightened, "As long as you keep your fucking hips up!" he yelled and placed you back above Tim's legs.
Tim was clearly upset, but he was more flustered than anything. Though it was torture, watching this unfold above him was making his cock leak. Tim was hoping - praying - that Brian would change his mind. Hoping that after, Brian would let him cum anyway. A mixture of lube and slick gathered down your pussy and pooled at your clit. Gravity forced it down and it dripped between your legs in a thick, sticky strand. Tim gasped as it landed on his jeans above his cock and soaked into the fabric.
"Be a good girl and tell Tim what he's missing."
Brian began to rut into you at a proper pace, his skin slapping against your ass and thighs.
"AH- it feels, good!"
"You can do better than that."
"It's big," you quieted. Dirty talk would never not be embarrassing.
"What's big? Use your words for me and tell him."
"Your cock - his cock is big." you told Tim, but he knew that already, too. "It's making me wet and I'm aching, please!" you blabbered out. His cock was dizzying, but it still wasn't enough. If anything, it made your cunt feel needy and sad, because you wanted nothing more than for Brian to be inside it.
"Please, what?"
"Fuck me,"
"I'm already fucking you."
Tim squirmed beneath you. He was making unbroken eye contact with Brian, tears brimming in his eyes.
Drool fell from your tongue. What the hell? Each thrust forced a moan from your lips.
"God, such a whore for my cock. Are you drooling? Maybe I should do this more often." sniffling, you nodded vigorously, "Good girl, begging me to do something that won't even make you cum. Tim should take some lessons from you. No arguing, no complaining."
"Brian please, I'm sorry." he started.
"Now you apologize? What took you so long?"
"Please, it hurts."
"So shallow," you could practically hear Brian's smirk, "you're only apologizing because your dick hurts?"
"I know, I'm sorry, but I can't take it anymore."
At this point, Tim's jeans looked unbearably tight. He was bucking up and grinding into nothing, the weight of your chest on his driving him insane.
"That's too bad. I'm gonna cum now. You can think about what that might feel like." Brian's voice was audibly growing hoarser as he neared his orgasm, and Tim sobbed as he realized he wasn't going to get his way. Brian's hips stuttered, each thrust a faint burst of pleasure. It felt as if he was hitting your g-spot from the other side, but it was hardly enough to get close to cumming. You too had started crying as your cunt fluttered around nothing, holding onto Tim tightly.
"Fuck!" Three pumps until he stilled deep inside of you. Brian let out a satisfied sigh before pulling out, cum and lube falling onto Tim's lap again. Tim trembled at the sensation of his wet pants. You went to flop against Tim, but Brian yanked you up and onto your knees.
"Absolutely not. Both of you need to calm down, first. I'm not gonna let you cum humping each other like dogs. Oh, look at your pretty face." a finger shot to wipe the tears off of your cheeks, "You did so good."
"Brian, I'm BEGGING you,"
Tim words had become even more frantic. Reaching your hand out, you tugged on Brian's shirt.
"Please?"
"Both of you now? Really?"
"Didn't I earn it?" you pouted.
He smirked in a way that you knew he had an idea. A hand reached your back as he pushed you onto Tim once more.
"If you're so desperate," leaning over, he pressed down on your shoulder, making your cunt rub against Tim's jeans. The sticky lube and cum was cold against you. "Just like this. I'll give you a minute, exactly. Quick."
Instantly, you were all over each other. It only took a few firm thrusts to push your swollen clit over the edge. Being on top gave you a good advantage. Tim wasn't as lucky. Forty-five seconds later, an arm snaked around your waist and tore you away.
Just finished reading through!!!! We have a full chapter written that just needs some changes then we should be good.
Also, do any of you guys have any fun headcanons or interactions you’d like to see in the mansion? Theres so many people and possible interactions I wanna hear which ones you guys are most interested it :3
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