#breadhead x oc

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Ouhhhhhhh I’m tired.

[bugfilled-coffin]

Doodle to try to get out of my funk

I love a bitch who doesn’t shut up and a man who just lets her yap

He has so much information about people he’s never going to meet

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I had a funny lil idea that Breadhead’s fingerprints were square so I drew it :>

Who’s gonna hold his massive loaf hand? WE ARE. 🫵

The second pic of the drawing doesn’t have the shaded parts on his hand if you couldn’t tell mb

P.S Breadbomb doodle 👀

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Hey hey hey I finished it! >:D

He’s playing her a lil song 🎶

Bonus Mel doodle:

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Pajamas! >:D

I like how everyone in this fandom agrees that Breadhead would wear those stupid ass heart shorts

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hiya! I'd like to request a self insert x canon smut with breadhead and my oc Fick (they/them, AFAB) please! I've sent a ref just in case to make it easier to show what they look like for the sake of writing. The general scenario is Fick and Breadhead wanting to be intimate, but Breadhead not really knowing how to since he's never had prior experience, and Fick never having to lead before. I'd say the theme of the smut is pretty vanilla since it's going to be their first time trying to be intimate in the few months that they've been dating. So far I don't think I'm too picky with anything, but I do request that you add a praise kink to Breadhead, and make him a little nervous please. As for Fink's personality they're usually professional and quiet, and they're very calm and patient with loved ones, they're not too experienced themselves but enough to lead Breadhead gently.

Thank you for commissioning me! (Sorry I didn't tag you, couldn't find your account.) And for the record, I really appreciate how you added a picture of your character! I think it helped me write them better :)

Breadhead x Fink smut

The night started like any other. Breadhead got off work, tossed a clean jacket on, and walked down the dimly lit street to go see his lover. As he had done so many times before. The air was thick with the scent of lingering smoke and decay. Unpleasant to some, but familiar to folks like him. As he rounded the corner, a light caught his eye. The window into Fick's bedroom. Were they waiting for him? The thought makes his chest feel warm. Something that often happened when Fick was around. 

He didn't hesitate or knock, just opened the door. They had told him it was fine beforehand. Welcoming him to do so. “You made it!” Flick says from across the room. “Wouldn't be anywhere else.” Breadhead replies. A grin tugging at the corner of his face. Any space between the pair disappears in an instant. His hands, large and gentle, find their way around Fick’s midsection. Picking them up and pulling them close. Every afternoon spent together started like this. Soft and warm. 

Nobody knew that tonight, the warmth would grow into a raging fire.

He found himself at the end of their bed. A very noticeable tent rising in his pants. But he ignores it. Focusing instead on Fick and the way they dig their nails into his back. The way they hook a leg across his waist to try and pull him closer. “Please.” they begged. Desperate to touch him. Breadhead hadn't done this before. Fick knew that.

“Are you sure?” He asks. Voice low. Needing to know that, without a doubt, they want this. The words get lost in Fick’s throat. So instead they nod. Wordlessly telling him that they want this just as much as he does. Breadhead hesitates, his hands hovering just above Fick’s skin. They’re so tiny compared to him. What if he was too rough? 

Fick watches him carefully, seeing the hesitation in his touch. "You’re doing fine." They murmur. Reaching up to cradle his face the best they could. “No need to be scared.” 

He whimpered. That warm feeling in his chest came back, stronger than before. 

Pressing a hand to his crotch, they watch as he bites his lip. Poor thing looks so tight it hurts. Slowly, Fick undoes his belt. Unzipping his pants and tossing it to the ground alongside his jacket. The size difference between the two is impossible to ignore. His length barely fits in Fink’s hands. Looking down at them is enough to make him shutter.

They take the lead, stroking up and down until finding a pace he seems to enjoy. Using both hands instead of just one. And keeping eye contact the entire time. He says perfectly still, too afraid to move. That is until Fink speaks once again. “There you go, just like that…” The words sent shivers down his back. To him, Fick’s voice sounds like the first notes to his favorite melody. A tune he wont forget. Now the uncertainty he had before is gone. Replaced with the intoxicating need for more of whatever they were doing.       

Without skipping a beat, Fink keeps up the pace, pearls of pre leek from his tip. It's clear he won't last for much longer. But that's okay. First times never last that long.

Fink gives him a gentle smile while his breaths become heavy. They switch between a looser grip that makes his knees buckle and palming the head. Going in between the two and gauging his reaction.

Eventually, they lean down.

"F- Fick?" Breadhead stuttered out. Clear confusion on his face.

They stick their tongue out. Past a set of sharp teeth that could hurt. (For some reason, the very thought excites him.) And lick the tip. Collecting the pre that had begun to bead up and smear. Shallow, faster, pumps at the base. It's all too much. 

Fick gets no warning before he pulls their head down. His grip on their hair is tight. Tighter then he intended. For his effort, he managed to fit a few inches into their mouth. Before thick ropes of cum shoot down their throat. “I love you!” He blurts out. The only words he can form.  

A few moments later. With a soft pop. Fick pulls away. “Did you like it?” They ask.

He nods enthusiastically. Reaching a hand out to pet where he had pushed down. A silent apology. "Very much."

But there's still a hunger in his eyes. 

“...Can I try doing that?”