This is kind of a specific request, but may I ask for headcanons for Dwight Fairfield x Reader x Trickster triad? I just love the thought of the shy leader, the bold extrovert, and an ambivert reader all trying to make a relationship work.
If not, maybe Dwight x Reader x Trapper headcanons?
Hello! Ohohoh! Now both of those are.... Delicious. I absolutely can do that for you! I have a hefty weakness for Dwight and Trickster is a cutie pie. If you don't mind, I'm going to do Trickster's as outside the Entity's realm.
Thank you for the ask! And if you decide you want the Trapper one as well or NSFT/NSFW headcanons, feel free to send in another request! Hope you like these!
Dwight x Reader x Trickster
Prompt: Headcanons
Warnings: none!
+Who Came First - You actually were dating Ji-Woon before you were dating Dwight. Though, to be fair, you often had to keep your relationship under wraps, considering his celebrity status. After an honest discussion, you both agreed that a third in the mix would make it easier to bear his long stints away from you for concerts.
+How You Met - You had been one of the few people to not recognize Ji-Woon on the spot. Given his massive ego, he immediately sought to rectify that by introducing you to his music… personally. It become a challenge to him to make music to catch your attention and obsession quickly turned to romance.
+Money is a Non-issue - Hak is the sort to view money with frivolity. Why not spend it? He’ll get more. He’s top of the charts, babe, go wild. Working is completely optional for you and more of a “pass the time” or a pride thing rather than a necessity. This blesses you with the delightful ability to backtalk shitty bosses and customers where other employees could not. Sometimes it’s nice to have a rich boyfriend!
+Enter Dwight - You two had shared an office space on one of these kill the time gigs. Dwight had admired your lack of fear in the face of your asshole boss and become absolutely besotted with you. You stood up for anyone that he harassed and took no shit. It didn’t take any great feat of detective work to know Dwight was crushing hard.
+You Make the First Move - Between his flushing, stuttering, and general Nervous Puppy vibes, you definitely had to take the first step here. After talking it over with Hak, showing off some sly pictures you snapped, he agreed that someone soft and needy would serve well. Ji-Woon supposed he could see the charm in someone so pathetic. (No, he wasn’t cooing over Dwight’s little tie, shut up).
+Up Front and Honest - This was the key that got Dwight into your relationship. You gently pulled him aside after work, offered to take him to dinner. Over a lovely candle-lit dinner at a mid-range Italian joint, you propositioned him to join your duo to make it a trio. He’d been embarrassed and hesitant, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt all night, but willing to give it a try.
+Dwight Also Did Not Know Ji-Woon - You? Hak could make an exception. One little person didn’t know who he was. That was fine. Easy to fix. Two of you? It was a little bit of a blow to his ego and you bet your ass he’s going to sulk for a few days. Maybe even a week. But, he will reluctantly admit, it is a bit nice to be enjoyed for him and not just his status. Don’t think that doesn’t mean he won’t sit you both down for a proper musical education, though.
+Ji-Woon is a Tease - He absolutely will pick on Dwight. After all, it’s a little hard to share your affection when he’s home. His teasing can range from stealing Dwight’s glasses to snide little comments to literally dragging you away mid-conversation. But, with a bit of scolding and encouragement, he’ll try to be nicer. You’re the super glue keeping this little party together. And Hak definitely will not admit to growing soft for on Dwight after some time and will deny it adamantly if confronted. But you definitely did see Ji-Woon yank Dwight by the tie to smooch him thoroughly.
+Dwight Grows - Now that money is no longer a fear for him as well, he’s able to be a bit more confident about standing up for himself at work. This bleeds into his every day choices. He’s more confident in showing his affection towards you, less sheepish about holding your hand, more eager to kiss you. He still struggles in larger groups but with you and Hak, he’s making great strides in coming out of his shell.
+Three is Never a Crowd - When Ji-Woon his home, you three often cuddle up and spend as much time together as possible. If one is glued to your side, high chance the other isn’t far behind. When Ji-Woon is off touring, you and Dwight spend a great deal of time together to soothe the empty slot in your bed. Cuddles, dates, and hobbies become your vice until Hak comes home. As much as you love the company of each other, you both agree the house always feels quiet when Ji-Woon isn’t there.
How about a poly Dan, Herbert, and Reader one-shot?
Awe fuck yeah I can totally do this! Never written for Dan before, hope I did him right, honestly I’ve not done Poly!Dan and Herbert before but fucking I should have done it sooner, a fun time! Honestly almost any poly!ship I should be writing for, it is only correct for the resident poly slasher expert such as myself. Now this ain’t really spicy, but I really liked this idea so let’s get into it.
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Rating. Kinda NSFW? Length. 1.4K. Herbert West And Dan Cain X GN! Reader. Warnings. Casual Polyamory. Not Explicitly Discussing Boundaries. Fluff. Cuddling. Making Out. Blow Job. Implied Sex. Banter. Dunking On Herbert Just A Bit.
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Move Over.
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It just kind of happened.
Which okay, I know, it sounds ridiculous but it is true, you just sort of fell into your current relationship dynamic. It started off easy and casual, with Dan first, some late night, a few drinks and both of you laughing about something stupid. He was sitting up on the couch and you were on the floor, back leaning against his legs, trying to catch your breath and when your eyes opened up again, the way he was looking at you, the intent was clear. You made the first move, reached up, fingers caught in his shirt collar and tugged him down and kissed him first.
He definitely seemed to enjoy the fact you took the initiative, returning the kiss and you found yourself humming into it, hand still in the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer. He took that as the perfect invitation to get you up on the couch with him, that first hook-up was very fucking good even if it didn’t go super far.
You talked about it the next morning, both were fine with what happened, it wasn’t weird and so it kept on happening. Honestly you and Dan made sense, had known each other for a long time and been roommates for months, it just fit.
Things started with Herbert a few months into what you had with Dan. He didn’t have to ask, I mean it was kind of obvious what was going on but he still asked and the conversation was interesting. You told him pretty honestly what was happening, that it wasn't the most serious thing, mostly it was just fun, he seemed to take that answer. Soon after that you started to notice him looking, lingering around you a little more, asking for some extra help with his work.
Same thing with Herbert, it just kind of happened one afternoon. You were organizing some of his notes and the conversation turned to what you were getting up to later and you told him that you and Dan were planning on hanging out. He asked if you were still “-just having fun.”
And you told him, easy smile on your face, “Sure are.” You looked at him as you said, “You know you seem really interested, can’t help but wonder why, maybe you want to have some fun too.”
He tried to refute what you said but you stood up, pushing your stool out and you came around the table to where he was, and got a little too in his personal space. You pulled his tie out of his white button up shirt and used it to pull him to you, “So sorry you’ve been feeling left out. I can fix it though.” And if the way he melted into that kiss was any indication he did in fact want to.
So it went, and somewhere along the way the time stopped being quite so separate and much more together and you couldn’t be happier about it. You wouldn’t think they could be so good at ‘sharing’ but it wasn’t like they were only sharing you.
Still pulling Herbert away from the basement could be a challenge, one that you and Dan couldn’t manage to pull off tonight. That was fine, you both made dinner, casually talking, ended up watching a movie, easy and light, very typical of you and Dan. And just as typical of you and him it turned physical, you had been doing the dishes from dinner after the movie and he had his hands on your waist and was leaning down, started to whisper in your ear and it was too easy to get distracted when he did that. You turned around in his grip and your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands started to slip up your shirt as your mouth met his and you abandoned the dishes for the night.
Before you knew it you ended up on your knees, his pants yanked down, your hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and your lips wrapped around him, eyes on his face as you pulled him deeper. You really loved this, getting to see his reactions, the way his breath caught when your tongue focused on that spot on that particular sensitive spot on the underside of his shaft. A favorite is to get him to the point of not being able to hold back, when his hands would grip your head and pull you closer, fucking into your mouth. You didn’t get to that point tonight, were pulled away out of the kitchen and both made your way upstairs, both of you falling into his bed. By the time it was done you were sweat soaked and spent, satisfied and ready for a good night's sleep. After some clean up you went to bed around eleven.
You were woken up somewhere around four AM. Sound of shoes being kicked off, shuffling clothes and Herbert telling you to, “Move over.”
You rubbed your eyes with a groan, you and Dan protested, you were absurdly comfortable and Dan’s bed wasn’t the most comfortable for three people, not to mention you didn’t exactly take too kindly to being woken up like this. “When it’s this late can’t you go to your own bed Herb?” Dan wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, face burying in the side of your neck, he hummed in agreement, “Yeah or at least be quieter when you try to invade mine?”
“I have ATTEMPTED to, many a time but neither of you move an inch unless you’re awake.” You sighed, “You’d think he’d take the hint if that’s the case.” Dan almost snorted into your skin and Herbert chose to ignore the dig as he complained, “It is so hot in here, how can either of you stand it?”
Dan’s head lifted a little as he said, “I think it’s cozy.” You agreed, “Mmm, comfortable. I think you are just too used to the basement. Perhaps if you graced us with your presence more often you could tolerate temperatures warmer than the corpses you spend so much time with.”
“I come to bed, something you both continually insist upon, instead of pulling an all-nighter and I get insulted.” You looked up at him and responded, “If you stopped making it so easy I might stop doing it.”
The back and forth went on for a while longer, even with you being tired you couldn’t help it. It was true that you didn’t get as much time with him as you liked so when you did you enjoyed teasing poor ol Herbert, and had a little too much fun with your dynamic. Dan however was exhausted and put a stop to it, “For the love of God, shut up and get in this bed or go to your own already Herbert.”
He huffed, “Fine, good night.” And he turned and left, clearly choosing his own, you watched him leave and you let out a small sigh, you rolled over and asked Dan, “Why’d you do that?”
“I’m just so tired and it kept going and going, I just want to sleep.” He still had his arms around you and his eyes closed, clearly hoping this would be the end of it. “Herbert is just being Herbert, you know that.”
He let out a small groan, “You know it always is so much worse when you provoke him.” He had a point, you could have scooted and left well enough alone and let him into bed but he just brought it out of you, made it so easy, hard to not help yourself.
“He is trying, he’s making an effort and we can’t leave him like that.” He didn’t say anything for a moment before a heavy sigh before his arms unwrap from around you and he sat up, “Come on.”
Herbert is in his own bed and had just gotten comfortable, the door opened and his glasses off he squinted, soon you and Dan were on either side of his bed, half dressed, sleepy and dragging extra pillows and blankets with you.
Before Herbert could question or say anything you were heaping your extra pillows and blankets onto the bed, your knee coming down next to him on the mattress, you were looking down at him, hand came down and brushed some of his hair back, fond smile as you told him, “Move over.”
I read the ask about the origami and the flower crowns and bracelets and it got me thinking about how Pinhead would feel getting a perfect giant paper crane. Like this thing is maybe a 1' x 1' paper crane with precision folds used with a ruler to get the sharpest folds with maximum measuring. I know he's not a character you write for, but it just has me thinking and I'd like to know your thoughts.
Ahh thank you for reading, I appreciate it! I do hope you enjoyed it though~
Now I haven't delved too deep in thinking about Pinhead, though I've watched the films, but I do feel you have a point here. He seems to be one that wouldn't really want to just go about it in a careless way, he'd want to make the folds just right to the point it looks as if it was crafted in the most perfect way possible. He just seems like a perfectionist type, to be in control of everything he does, including crafts.
The Children of Atom try to find irradiated barrels and carve them. They think if they do it then Atom will bless them as the radiation filled goo leaks on them as they carve.
I just imagined Stu in a playpen filled with kittens and trying to hold as many in his arms as he can and crying because their little mews are so cute and-
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Or teaching a puppy to howl and hearing its first little awoos and just melting
Oh this is so fucking SOFT! I love it! Totally signed off on, amazing and certified soft thought. Bless, thank you for sharing!
Last night I've come up with a one-shot idea that I'm writing about with Herbert West and a demisexual reader. I know he's not everyone's cup of tea, but I figured I'd share that something is in the works.
Oooo hell YES! I love Herbert and more demi rep?! It is sorrily lacking around here! I love, love, love to see it! Writing for under-repped readers or reading stuff for them makes me so fucking happy! Herbert fans get hyped!
I know I'm very late, but I can't get this out of my head and I'm going to cheat and put two. “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.” with reader saying this to Herbert West, and him replying with something similar to “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”. I'm essentially seeing the reader and Herbert being switches and trying to dom each other because it's all in good fun.
Well hey there!
You were a bit late but hey so was I getting to this! I apericate the patience, been a few weird days creatively so this took a bit to get out but hey it is all a process! Been a minute since I have done some Herbert West and it was so needed also yes Herbert is a switch and that is canon fact to me, bless you for this prompt and I hope I nailed it and made it hit for you! Without further ado, let’s get into it!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.8K. Herbert West X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Mocking. Dirty Talk. Face Sitting. Viberator. Make-shift Restaints. Teasing. Sub/Dom Dynamics. Mutual Masturbation. Fingering. Handjob.
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Switch.
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You had a long day.
Whenever you had a day like this it had a habit of putting you in a particular kind of mood. A mood for domination and control and to make someone do every little filthy thing you wanted.
It wasn’t like it was a bad day or anything just long and tedious, you had some pent up stress that you were simply dying to get rid of.
You had the perfect way to do that, you needed a hand to make it happen, an assistant who made this kind of thing possible, so you had to find said assistant, wherever he may be. Coming inside and dropping your keys in the bowl on the table by the door, removing your shoes, hanging up your coat and dropping your bag where you normally did before setting out to find him.
He was in the kitchen, looks like he was getting a drink, it was always odd to see, you glanced at the time, by now you were sure he’d be in the basement and it would be a fight to get him out of it but lucky you, here he was already right in front of you.
“Well hey, surprised to see you here.”
“In my own house?”
You laughed at how he said that, making your way over to the fridge and pulling it open to get yourself a drink too.
“I mean in the kitchen. Normally you’d be hard at work by now.”
The lack of response made you look up, looking at him over the open fridge door, your hand closed around a bottle and he spoke up, “You alright?”
You were standing up straight again, opening that same bottle and bringing it up as you asked, “Perfectly fine.” After taking a drink you ended up leaning against the door as you followed up, “Why do you ask?”
There was this tone and stance he would typically take when explaining something and it was funny how sometimes it would make you roll your eyes and other times it would excite you. “Because you have this certain way of acting after you’ve had, to quote you, ‘a long day’.” That made you smirk and you screwed the top back on the bottle as you responded, “And how are you so sure of yourself exactly?”
“You aren’t exactly the most subtle when there is something that you want.” He was right about that but you found that being direct was the best way to get the results when you were dealing with Herbert. “Well you just so happen to be right. I did in fact have a long day.” You took a moment then to look him over, eyes raking up and down him, you had so much planned, so much in mind that you could get up to. “Terrible.” And the way he said it the implication was clear, he was open to what you wanted to do when one of these moods struck you. The tension in the air between you was clear as day and it had been a while since this had happened. Again you weren’t strangers to hooking up but a mood like this only struck every so often.
“So something tells me that you aren’t going to give in that easily tonight.”
“Certainly not.”
Good.
Where would the fun in that be if he gave in right away? This is so much more fun than the alternative. You were looking into his eyes, leaning against the fridge door that was still open with one of your arms, the bottle still in your other hand. Door was the only thing standing between the two of you and it was far too much, you needed that barrier even though it was small, out of the way. You took a deep breath, smile still on your face, no time like the present, you closed the door, leaning one shoulder against it, barely a step between the two of you now as you said “You seem awfully confident. Do you not remember the last time we played this game?”
“I am confident, precisely because I remember what happened last time, I recall you were the one who ended up begging on your hands and knees in front of mine.”
Is that his angle? Two can play at that game.
You put the bottle down on the counter top and shed the sweater you had on, tossing it over the back of a chair sitting at the table, “No, no not that time. I was thinking of that time you were flat on your back, hands pinned underneath you as I sat on your face and ground on your tongue until I came.”
You said it so nonchalantly and looked over to him, seeing him loosening his tie, he was trying to play it cool but you knew that you saying that the way that you did got to him, just a little, even if he wouldn’t admit it verbally or show it outwardly, yet anyway.
He didn’t acknowledge what you said and instead decided to offer up another fond memory, watching you as began taking care of your own blouse, eyes on him as you undid buttons easily with practiced ease as he said, “And what of last month? Tears in your eyes from taking me to the back of your throat?” A fun memory but you had a better one as your blouse hit the floor and his shirt was almost off too, about to join his already discarded tie, “Oh you want to talk about last month? When I think of last month I think of your wrists bound together with that tie of yours and me between your legs, using my vibrator on that spot just below the head of your cock until you were unable to stop shaking.”
And your hands were under your skirt, thumbs hooked in your panties, eyes still locked on his, his belt was being undone and you slid the damp underwear down your thighs and now this was getting interesting. You knew how bold you were being was working on him. You straightened up and brought your panties up with you, throwing them to him and with a wide smile, he caught them and now was the next part of the game. Both stripped enough to facilitate it, you were both clearly warmed up enough, now it was time to see who would break first. “Seems like we are pretty even.” You were leaning back against the counter and he was right in front of you, so close, you hummed as your hand was under your skirt and between your legs and he began to palm himself, “Seems like.”
You were very good at putting on a show, not like you needed to play it up much, it did feel good. Fingers dragging through your wetness and taking your time, lingering as you slowly began to touch yourself, he was however taking his time with freeing himself from the confines of his clothing.
“Need a written invitation Herbert?”
“It’d be impressive to see you try to write me one as you are now.”
He was right, you trying to do that with one hand as you finger yourself with the other would be quite the sight, it made you let out a light laugh before saying “Maybe some other time when you are running the show.”
And here you both were now, you were leaning against the counter, two fingers inside yourself, him right in front of you, hand wrapped around himself hot and hard, both of you unable to look away from the other one. That is what determined who lost and who won. Who broke down first, who looked away or faltered or begged for more first.
Only a few minutes of this, touching yourself and watching each other, is what it took to escalate this further, it was unspoken, you pulled your fingers out of yourself and with your still clean hanad, pulled your skirt up, hiked around your hips high enough to expose your overheated and soaked flesh to him. You held your hand out, fingers still glistening with the evidence of your excitement, beckoning him to you, it wasn’t like he had far to go, he took the step forward needed and his hand closed around your wrist and he tasted you. He was still maintaining that same eye contact, the feeling of his tongue on you was familiar but you wanted it elsewhere already but you weren’t about to give in so easily. Your hand that wasn’t partially in his mouth came between the two of you, knocking his hand out of the way, wrapping around him, starting slow as you took over touching him. Next it was obvious, he would start touching you in return, he pulled your fingers out of his mouth, the changing in his breathing was barely noticeable but you picked up on it all the same. You twisted your wrist and noted that he swallowed harder than usual, his wet fingers were on your bare thigh and started to slide up.
You were so excited, ready for it, wanted it badly, you tried not to show how much you wanted it, willing yourself to focus on him, his fingers trailed higher and higher still and just when you were expecting him to touch you where you needed it most he pulled away. He was smirking and you were less than amused, you still had your hand on him, your other hand joined the first, gripping his shoulder hard, pulling him closer, gripping his leaking cock tighter as you breathed into his ear “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”
You clued in then. He was playing this part on purpose. He wanted you to top him, just didn’t want to admit to it. Just like you he wouldn’t give in that easily, he wanted you to work for it, earn it, have the illusion that you took this by force of will and effort not because he wanted to give in and submit to you.
Classic Herbert.
His breathed in sharply, one of his hands on your waist and finally his other hand was between your legs, right where you wanted it as he said, “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”
And now he was busting out the pet names, he could never say them seriously, he would always say those terms of endearment with a certain amount of sarcasm and mocking, God he was really asking for it tonight.
You better step it up.
You let go of him, still staring him down your hand came up and you licked your palm, hand reaching back down and griping again and with a tight grip, beginning to stroke him again, with renewed vigor and he tensed visibly.
His fingers faltered and you knew that you’d have him under you and bending to whatever your will was tonight in no time at all.
