I Am Multi Fandom- My Friend Made A Mistake Dragging Me Into This Mess

I am multi fandom- my friend made a mistake dragging me into this mess

rhysand x reader with wing play and rhys being a sub?

sub!rhys is an inexperienced baby.

You coo softly in the high lord’s ear, whispering gentle praises for taking you so well. His body covers yours, skin pressed against skin, joining in the way only lovers do.

Rhys hasn’t felt this level of intimacy for another in a long while. He began trembling the moment he entered you, hiding his face into your neck and breathing hard, getting used to the feeling of your warm, silky walls wrapped around him. “Just like that, baby,” You had sighed contently when Rhys found the strength to move his hips, rutting against your own in slow, gentle thrusts. “Take what you need.” His cock slides nicely over your inner walls, occasionally finding spots which make you tighten around him. It wouldn’t be enough to send you over the edge. That didn’t matter. Being honest, you took more pleasure in turning Rhys into a whimpering, cunt drunk mess.

Your arms are wrapped around him, holding him as close to you as possible. You explore his body, fingers burying in silky locks, palms sliding and squeezing muscled shoulders, nails gently scraping over warm skin. Rhys purrs, sloppily grinding his hips against yours. You let your fingers wander, trailing down his back, between those large, dark wings draping over you both. Intrigued, your fingertips skim dangerously close. Rhys shudders, muffling a moan into your skin.

“Can I touch you?” Your ask, your voice a soft whisper as you kiss Rhys’s neck. The male curses beneath his breath, bracing himself, allowing him to force more strength into his thrusts. You release a pleasured laugh as his cock hits deeper than before. “Yes,” Rhys groans, “Please. Touch me.”

You do. Your touch explores Rhys’s wings. Learning what spots cause his breath to hitch and hips to stutter. The poor male practically sobbed when you lightly dragged your nails along the membrane. You want to know him better than he does, you want to know how to please him like he deserves.

Rhys reached his climax mere minutes after you began caressing his beautiful wings. His teeth dug into your skin, suppressing the sounds of his high. “There you go, that’s it,” You praised him throughout his climax, contrasting with the way your fingers still skated across his sensitive wings, driving Rhys into overstimulation.

You’re addicted. In need of seeing him lose control a few more times.

I'm gay for him okay!!

DBD Ghostface and survivor reader (gn or male) that whenever they get picked up or Ghostface is smothering them, the survivor bites him. As in the survivors go to fighting mechanism is biting lol.

And like CHOMP and never lets go. Can be soft stuff like Y/N bites softly to get attention or Cough cough Nsfw or even in the middle of a trial Y/N just bites bc its a last resort

Ouughh this is a good idea yes yes :] Hope you enjoy, sorry for the wait, I've been busy with real life stuff.

Danny Johnson w/ a Future Male S/O who bites as a fighting mechanism (SFW)

Most survivors know theres no point in fighting back, the killers will always win. But you were newer and hadn't figured that out yet.

Biting had always been a love language for you in some shape or form. You bit people for attention, to show affection to your friends, and when you were annoyed with people you were close to

Point was, you only bit people you liked.

In the middle of a trial with the Ghostface, you'd spent a good time running and hiding, only popping out to do gens when you knew he was busy

But slowly, your team had whittled down and you were the last one remaining with one generator left to complete. It would be close

Ghostface was on your ass though and barely gave you a minute to breath. It wasn't long before he grabbed you

You still swear what happened in that trial was instinctive...

Kicking and screaming, you were not making it easy for Ghostface whatsoever. He'd finally grabbed you and was carrying you to a hook. Had you had more team members, perhaps you wouldn't have fought so hard. But with your entire team down, getting hook was a death sentence and you only had one generator left!

Ghostface was going to have to try harder if he wanted to kill you.

As you both got closer to the hook, Ghostface visibly annoyed with you, you decided the only way out was to make the killer drop you.

So you bit him.

"What the fuck!?" Ghostface screamed as your teeth sunk into the fabric of his costume and piercing his skin. With your angle thrown over his shoulder, you had to turn and bite at his side. Your teeth cut through his costume's fabric and your mouth flooded with blood as you bit him harshly. Abruptly, you hit the floor as the man let you go out of surprise.

You took off running, uncaring if Ghostface was chasing you or not. With him, it was always better to assume he was. Although your bite had surprised him, he wasn't about to let you hurry off to heal yourself. Unfortunately you didn't get far before Ghostface was upon you, knocking you to the ground and pinning you face down into the damp dirt of the surrounding forest. The only sounds around were the trees and your struggling. "God, you're a little brat aren't ya?" Ghostface sounded smug as he adjusted himself to sit on your lower back.

"Get off-" You grunted, trying to push him off to no avail.

He shook his head in a taunting way. "You bit me you little shit!"

"And I'll do it again if you don't let me go!" You snarled now, visibly biting at his hands if they got too close to your face.

"Alright, spitfire," Ghostface pulled out his camera and knife as he spoke slowly, "we doing this the hard way then?"

You paused, furrowing your brow. "What's the easy way then?"

Ghostface paused, tilting his head down at you even though you couldn't see it. "Easy way? Darling, there's only the hard way."

You couldn't help but snort at his choice of phrasing. "Oh yeah, you're all about doing things hard?" A giggle escaped you just as the killer held a knife to your throat and hesitated.

Ghostface stared off into space, contemplating. Of all the killers, the Ghostface was known for his brutality and lack of hesitation. You felt yourself take a slow inhale as he set his camera down and adjusted himself to be leaning over you more.

You winced at the cold metal pressing hard into your neck and the soft kiss the man lay on your cheek. "Sorry for this darling," he hummed as he picked up his camera and snapped a photo with you.

Your eyes shut on instinct from the bright light and you glared at the ground. "What do I have to do for you to let me go?"

The man above you seemed to contemplate for a moment. "How about a kiss for your favorite ghost?" His tone was cruel and taunting, like he didn't expect you to say yes.

You'll show him.

"Okay." You shrugged plainly. "You'll have to let me at least roll over first, but alright." Anything to get to that final generator at least.

Ghostface was silent for a moment before you felt yourself flip over, nearly knocking the wind out of you. The sight of the killer straddling you, knife in hand, did something to you. "Hey beautiful," you teased, mostly out of panic. But he was pretty, you assumed. No one had seen him without his mask before but some of the girls often talked about men with masks being hotter.

Maybe they were onto something. You'd have to compare notes with them later.

Ghostface tilted his head slightly. "Beautiful, huh?" He seemed contemplative. You sat up slowly, only able to prop yourself up on your forearms with him sitting on you. Carefully, you reached up with one hand to move his mask up just enough to reveal his mouth.

Ghostface sat back slightly, just to allow you to sit up and kiss him. His lips were soft as you kissed him, warmer than you expected them to be. The kiss heated up quickly when you gripped his waist and felt his arms encircle your neck. You knocked his mask off the rest of the way to entangle one of your hands in his dark hair. Pinning him to the ground, you felt him grind up against you just as you bit his lower lip hard, drawing blood.

Pulling away, he stared up at you with wide eyes and a smile on his face. He was pretty, you'll give him that. Bright green eyes, cute freckles, brown hair... You almost thought it was a shame he was a killer. He could have had a harem of men and women lined up for him if it weren't for the mask.

Briefly, the thought that he was prettier with a bloody lip while on top of you flickered through your mind but you shut that down quickly.

"Really a shame," he sighed sadly, wiping blood from his mouth. His tone pulled you from your thoughts as he gazed down at you with a forlorn expression. "You're quite the catch. But I'm afraid we're almost out of time before the Entity cuts us off."

"Hope you catch the plague from me," you hissed at him, realizing what he was saying. His responding laughter ringing out in the quiet space. A pretty sound, if it weren't for the knife he pressed to your throat again.

"See you soon, sweetheart. I'll be watching," was the last thing you heard before feeling sharp, stinging pain shoot down your spine as the cold metal of the knife sliced your neck open. Your blood sprayed out and covered Ghostface beneath you. He was grinning up at you with wild eyes vision blacked out...

Opening your eyes, you sat up slowly to rub the phantom pains from your neck as you took in your surroundings. The smell of smoke and soft voices let you know you were back in the survivor's camp, the bright campfire only a few paces away judging by the orange-yellow glow grazing the trees. The damp fog of the forest seeped into your bones and sent a chill up your back. But the abrupt feeling of eyes on you had your head jerking to look around in the darkness of the forest.

The familiar figure of the Ghostface was nearby, crouched down in the tall grass, head tilted curiously as he observed you. When you locked eyes with him he gave you a little wave. Coming from anyone else it would have been cute or sweet, but coming from him just gave you a strange feeling in your stomach.

Your next trial together would certainly be interesting.

The part two

Reflection and Bonded

This is a continuation of Part one "Mirrored eyes and Temper"

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X male!reader

Request: yes @winter-world

warnings: a bit of angst and some ooc Loki. swearing i think and a fuck ton of fluff.

Word count: 3k

Authors note: I changed the writing style a bit. I didn't like how the last one was set up. Anyway, repost if you enjoy and read happily. start below the cut. As always, not proof read.

(y/n) woke up the next day to a knocking at the door. He groaned as he sat up and slipped his eyepatch on. Rolling over he looked towards the door. He looked towards the clock on his nightstand, 11:46 AM.

“I guess I overslept, huh, normally Tony would have woken me up by 9. Maybe he is still concerned about what happened last night.” (y/n) thought and ran a hand over his face

“Come in.” (y/n) said and sat up. His hair was messy and the blankets pooled at his hip. He watched the door open and to his surprise Loki slipped in and closed the door, eyes not looking in (y/n)’s direction. He noticed Loki was carrying a tray with various fruits and a cup with what (y/n) hoped was coffee.

“What a surprise, a prince bringing me breakfast.” (y/n) said as he swung his legs over the bed but not standing. Loki looked up and his face went red for a couple seconds when his eyes landed on cal. More of the tattoos he had were on display this time.

“Actually I brought food for both of us, if you don’t mind of course. Tony asked me to check up on you. Y’know, considering what happened last night.” Loki said after he let out a small cough. “I brought you some coffee. Figured it would help wake you up. Tony did tell me to relay that you’re being put on paid leave, whatever that means.” Loki prompted and (y/n) nodded, his jaw tightening a bit.

“Figured he would. Sit. there is plenty of room on the bed.” said as he patted the bed. Loki sat on the foot of the bed, placing the tray between them. (y/n) picked up an apple and took a bite.

“Thank you for breakfast. Now, tell me about your morning. ” (y/n) said and continued to eat, looking towards Loki with interest sparkling in his uncovered eye. Loki picked up a grape and ate it before motioning in the direction of the common room area.

“I woke up around dawn, wrote a letter to my mother and read for a while. I think sometime around 8 AM Tony had his AI summon me to the common room. I went out there and had a meeting with the team about my situation. Apparently Nick Fury wants to contract me to correct my ways and maybe get the public eye off my back. So they decided I would start training with them. No powers, Just weapons. After the meeting I went and trained against My brother and Clint. It went pretty well. They put up a good fight for a while but eventually the training match ran stale so we called it for the day. I was dismissed and went to wash up. That was about an hour ago. After bathing Tony called for me again and asked me to collect food for you and check on you. I waited a bit and read some more then here I am.” Loki explained and (y/n) just listened as he munched on the apple. (y/n) nodded and sent Loki a soft smile

“Do you miss her?” (y/n) asked as he placed the core on the tray and went to grab his coffee.

“Who?” Loki gave him a perplexed look. “you’re mother. Do you miss her?” (y/n) asked again as he took a sip from his coffee.

“Yes, dearly. I plan to send the letter later today, if you would like to join me.” Loki said, his face going pink at his ears before regaining his composure.

“If you would like me to, I will.” (y/n) said as he placed the cup down.

“I wouldn’t mind your company.” Loki said as he grabbed an exotic looking fruit from the tray and started peeling it. (y/n) looked at it.

“What is that?” (y/n) asked, interest building in his core “sìol searbh” Loki said as he finished peeling it. “It translates roughly to ‘bitter seed’ it's a common fruit from the Asgardian markets. It's a little taste of home” Loki said as he cut a piece off and handed it to (y/n)“Is it actually bitter, or is it just the seeds that are bitter?” (y/n) asked, skeptical of the fruit in his hand. “It’s actually quite sweet. Contrary to the name. It becomes bitter when eaten with the skin on or when it is out of season. After the harvest they can be left to ferment and are normally turned into a mead on Asgard.” Loki supplied and took a bite.

(y/n) took a bite as well and his eyes widened with delight at the taste of the fruit. It was sweet, a little bitter and had a sort of smokey taste, with a texture that was good too. (y/n) finished chewing and swallowed before he looked back to Loki

“Wow, that was amazing. If I have a chance to go to Asgard I will make sure to collect some.” (y/n) said and rolled his head, neck popping. (y/n) let out a sigh of relief and felt a faint flutter in his stomach.

“Hmm. My soulmate must be nervous or excited. Anyway, what did you write to your mother? If you don’t mind me asking.” (y/n) asked and saw Loki smile softly.

“I wrote asking about how she was. I also asked a couple questions about how Odin is and everyone is doing at home. Nothing too specific.” Loki relayed and looked in his lap. (y/n) felt a shift in body language in him as a sinking feeling ripped through him. Loneliness and longing for home. (y/n) moved the tray and moved closer to Loki, placing a hand on his leg, near his hand.

“It's ok to be homesick, y'know. I am homesick quite often. My mom is sick at home and I would do anything to be with her right now.” (y/n) said and rubbed his thumb over the back of Loki’s knuckles. Loki looked back at (y/n) and smiled. Suddenly (y/n) felt himself being enveloped in a hug. (y/n)’s eyes widened and he melted into the hug. He felt something wet hit his back and squeezed a bit tighter as he felt a deep sadness in his chest. He heard Loki sniffle and a choking sob come from his throat.

“Shh, it's okay. I am here for you. I will stay here as long as you need.” (y/n) said as he cradled Loki’s head and rubbed his back with his other hand.

They sat there for a couple more minutes as he let Loki cry and release his emotions for a while. After Loki finished crying he pulled out of the hug and wiped his eyes.

“I’m sorry, that was embarrassing. I don’t kn-” Loki started but (y/n) cut him off.

“Hey, shh. It's not embarrassing. It’s okay to cry. It’s human nature. Excuse me, asgardian nature. “ (y/n) said with a soft chuckle. Loki let out a soft smile

“Thank you (y/n). y’know, no one has treated me like this before.” Loki said as he grabbed (y/n)’s hand, feeling better.

“What do you mean?” (y/n) asked looking at his and Loki’s hand, a slight blush gracing his face.

“Like I’m not a monster. My whole life I was treated like less. Except my mother. They looked at me like they were waiting for me to snap or attack them. So, thank you” Loki said as he intertwined their fingers. (y/n) smiled and looked at the clock.

“How about I get dressed and we deliver that letter. Then we can get lunch or something, since I apparently don’t have work for a while?” (y/n) suggested and Loki nodded. (y/n) finished off the coffee. Loki stood up and grabbed the tray before making his way to the door. (y/n) quickly stood up.

“Hey Loki?” “yeah?” (y/n) quickly made his way over to Loki and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. Loki flushed red and blinked.

“Sorry, to forward?” (y/n) asked. Loki snapped out of his trance

“No, never. I just wasn't expecting it. I will be in the common room when you get done” Loki said, placing a kiss on (y/n)’s forehead. Now (y/n) was blushing hard as Loki shut the door.

(y/n) smiled and went to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. Today (y/n) wore a pair of black jeans with his everyday boots and an olive green sweater and a black eyepatch. He rebraided his hair in a more complex style, teal ribbon braided in. He stepped out of his room after grabbing his wallet and headed to the common room. As (y/n) walked in he saw the team and wished them a good morning. They all responded with a good morning or a question about how it was feeling. (y/n) responded with that he was fine and was going to run some errands. Steve asked if he needed some company and he said that Loki was going to go with him but thanked him for offering. That comment got some looks of concern

“Are you sure? You do know he's dangerous right?” Clint asked as he turned to look at (y/n). (y/n) rolled his eyes and pointed a finger at him, clicking his tongue with disapproval.

“He isn’t dangerous. He was misguided by something that held him prisoner. Plus if he is dangerous, that just means he is qualified to protect me if something happens. I don’t wanna hear it again. It is rude to talk bad about someone.” (y/n) said as he went and got some water. A couple minutes later Loki came striding out into the room.

“You ready?” (y/n) asked as he set the dirty cup in the sink. Loki nodded and they went to leave. Once they stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to go to the garage. Loki kept some space between them. (y/n) looked at him confused before stepping a bit closer to him.

“Thank you.” Loki said and relaxed a bit before he looked at (y/n).

“For what?” “defending me. I heard what Clint said” Loki said and looked down towards the ground.

“Look at me.” (y/n) said and turned Loki’s face toward him. Loki compiled and held eye contact with (y/n). Without letting go of Loki’s face (y/n) spoke

“What they are saying isn’t true. Clint is bitter. I understand why he would think that way. But he needs to understand you weren’t in control of yourself. I know that, you know that. Their words mean nothing. Ok?” (y/n) said as he continued to hold Loki’s jaw carefully.

“Ok.” Loki whispered and put his hand on (y/n)s. Once the elevator opened they separated, they put some space between them, hands intertwined and made their way to (y/n)’s car. (y/n) opened Loki’s door and shut it once he got in then went to his side and climbed in, buckled and started his car.

Once they were on the road (y/n) noticed Loki shifted to look like a different person.

“Y’know, don’t have to do that. I don’t care what the population thinks about me being out with you. I want them to see us together, not me and a stranger. Plus it could help with your image.” (y/n) said as he grabbed Loki’s hand again. Loki let out a shuddered breath and dropped the illusion and nodded

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” “If there was a threat I would trust you to protect me. If there is a threat of cameras, I got you” (y/n) said, a soft smile on his face as they drove.

After a while of driving, they made it to the post office. (y/n) parked and shut off the car. Loki went to open the door.

“Hey, no. Let me do that” (y/n) said as he removed the key from the ignition and rushed to open the door for Loki. Loki blushed and stepped out, taking (y/n)’s hand. They made their way inside the post office. Loki received a lot of scared looks and angry words. (y/n) would step between them and fire back some words that were not so pleasant and then the other patrons would move along. Once the letter was deposited they left, Loki feeling better and hungry.

(y/n) laughed a bit as Loki’s stomach growled and they went to a diner near the Post office. They ate and swapped stories from childhood and present day. (y/n) and Loki learned alot about each other. After they ate and got back into the car, (y/n) turned to look at Loki.

“It’s almost dark, do you wanna see my favorite spot in New York?” (y/n) asked, feeling a bit shy.

“Of course. If you want to show me, I would be honored to see it.” Loki said as he leaned back in his seat a little. (y/n) smiled and pulled out of the post office parking lot and drove for a while before turning down a dirt road. He pulled up, parked, and shut off the car.

“Come with me.” (y/n) said as he opened Loki’s door. He made his way to the hood of the car and sat on it. Loki was amazed when he saw the sky.

“Wow, it's beautiful.” Loki said as he looked out over the city, the lights shining bright.

“When I need a break from everything, I come out here and watch the sky and the city. Helps take the stress off. I figured you would like it. You said something about when you were little you would stargaze with your mom.” (y/n) said as he looked at Loki, taking in the sky and the stars.

“Yeah. Thank you, it's really beautiful.” Loki said as he looked at (y/n). (y/n) bit down some anxiety and grabbed Loki’s hand.

“I need you to trust me on this. I am going to show you something. Don’t laugh or ask any questions, okay?” (y/n) said as he let out a shaky breath. Loki nodded and watched as (y/n) took off his eyepatch and kept his eyes closed.

“Okay, ready?” (y/n) asked as he took another deep breath.

“I am ready when you are, take your time” Loki said as (y/n) slowly opened his eyes. Loki gasped as he saw (y/n)’s now uncovered eye matched his.

“Loki, I think I am your soulmate.” (y/n) said. Loki was stunned and launched at (y/n) in a fury to hug him, effectively causing them to tumble to the floor. Loki cradled (y/n)’s head as they hit the ground, pinning (y/n) to the ground. (y/n) nervously looked up at Loki and smiled when felt something in his stomach. It was a warm feeling of Joy and completion. The true intertwining and bond of souls. Loki was panting a bit as he felt his eye buzzing and noticed (y/n)’s eye fading to a gray, the bond complete. Now both of (y/n)’s eyes were gray and shining with adoration. (y/n) watched as Loki’s gray faded to match his other oil slip eye that he became so familiar with. They both blinked as they adjusted with their own eyes. Loki pushed his forehead so it was flush with (y/n)’s.

“(y/n)?” Loki asked as he looked at (y/n) “yeah?” (y/n) responded as he looked into Loki’s eyes.

“Can I kiss you? please?” Loki asked, nervousness fluttering in his chest, which doubled as (y/n) became more nervous.

“Yes, please kiss me.” (y/n) said, almost out of breath. Loki grabbed (y/n)’s jaw gently and tipped it up, placing his lips softly on (y/n)’s. (y/n) deepened it almost instantly and wrapped his arms around Loki’s neck. Loki and (y/n) kissed for a few minutes, only breaking when they had to breathe. (y/n) panted and looked up at Loki.

“Has anyone ever told you that you could steal the breath from someone like that?” (y/n) said and Loki let out a loud laugh, grinning from ear to ear.

“We should probably go before the team thinks you kidnapped me.” (y/n) Joked and Loki helped him stand. They got in the car and drove back to the compound. Once they got back to the compound, (y/n) dusted himself off and they made their way inside, holding hands the whole time. Both men finally complete and the night sky shines bright. Once they got inside The team noticed (y/n) wasn’t wearing his eyepatch and then they noticed that (y/n) and Loki were holding hands. The team tried to bombard them with questions until Bruce (surprisingly) spoke up.

“Guys, Leave them alone. They are happy. When have we seen (y/n) happy? Like never. So drop it” Bruce said before going back to his activity. (y/n) nodded a thanks at him and led Loki down the hall, dropping him off at his room.

“I will see you in the morning?” (y/n) asked and looked at Loki.

“How about I spend the night and we watch a film or I read one of my books to you?” Loki suggested, not ready to separate for the night. (y/n) nodded and let Loki into (y/n)’s room. They spent the night bonding some more before falling into a blissful sleep, finally complete.

He's baby

Brahms heelshire x male reader bc i love him

the news caught on the returning of a local modern noble and bombarded the gates and door asking questions about what is the caused of the return, this stresses brahms out by the sudden amount of people in his front door with leads to reader shooing the news folks off then comforting brahms by the sudden change.

Or hcs of how brahms would react to the news folks and if he reacts greatly with being a known noble now since coming out of hiding? How’s he gonna feel about paparazzi‘s when adjusting to society again? /i like to think reader is guilding him slowly into society again like a little trip to the park here and there, etc, so he doesn’t surprise or go to fast for brahms/

Sorry for the time again unu I hopeyou like this

Neither of you noticed the change that had taken place outside the Heelshire mansion, as you were immersed in the book Brahms was reading, in a clear and passionate voice.

The deep timbre of his voice soothed you greatly, to the point where you felt at an intermediate crossroads between the events of the book and the sensations of the real world. Brahms had long since discovered what your favorite book was, and whenever he sought to be even more pampered by you, he would read you your favorite passages in that voice that tickled your heart.

It was Brahms' hand touching your thigh softly that brought you back to the present moment, and you could finally perceive the commotion outside the place.

Brahms stilled suddenly, reacting to it as well, and his hands, now trembling and clumsy, put on the porcelain mask quickly, forbidding your eyes for an indefinite period of time to appreciate your beloved.

You looked at him in consternation, your mind racing to find an explanation for what was happening.

Finally, you decided to go out to investigate what it was all about, making sure that Brahms was well hidden behind the walls.

After hiding a razor in the sleeve of your shirt and kissing your boyfriend's dark curls, assuring him that everything would be all right, you plucked up the courage to go out...

Not expecting to run into a sea of screaming reporters, demanding an answer about Brahms' current condition, taking pictures that dazzled you, and pushing the limits of civilized socializing.

"The man who was in the room earlier, was that Brahms?" your stomach cringed at these words, for it was clear that he had been seen, there was no point in hiding his presence, and lying about his identity could have been worse.

"What happened after all this time? Who are you?" asked a red-haired woman with the widest and greediest eyes you had ever seen.

"Can we talk to him? He's front-page news," a man who was barely trying to look friendly in your eyes with his feet firmly planted in anticipation of getting through.

"The great Heelshire heir on his return from the dead, the question is not if you're going to let us in, but how long" that tall, strong woman looked capable enough to pull you aside to get her scoop. You swallowed hard.

That kaleidoscope of eager and hungry faces was making you nauseous, but you couldn't leave Brahms at the mercy of such predators. You didn't doubt their curiosity, nor that, in fact, your man's story would be fascinating to the local public, but you did doubt how they would treat him, how they would portray him to the world, and, above all, whether Brahms could even bear their overwhelming presence.

"He won't answer anything and I don't know the story, so there's nothing to see here, I'm sorry," you said firmly but without wanting to be aggressive or rude. Still, this did not sit well with the small crowd, as they were only more insistent on wanting to go in and get the answers for themselves.

"Are you his legal guardian? His boyfriend? Are you connected to his parents' disappearance?"

"Are you aware that he could be a murderer?"

"What are you going to do with all that money?"

Those questions, increasingly invasive, felt like hard blows to the peace that had previously reigned in that bubble away from the world, and of course, the malicious nature of them all made you furious.

"This is private property, so if you don't want to be fined or arrested for trespassing, I suggest you go away and leave us alone" you made yourself heard, more threatening than firm this time, but still, those persistent people seemed to have turned a deaf ear.

"Get the fuck out!" you shouted at the top of your lungs, struggling with the door to close it, pushing away hands and feet until you heard the exclamations of astonishment and felt that familiar body heat behind your back.

"Brahms! An interview! Talk to us! Are you going to jail?" and with his body tense in a way you had never seen before, Brahms slammed the door shut, pinching jackets and fingernails that ended the mess.

"Shit," you whispered again, aware of how much the privacy and your boyfriend's well-being were at risk.

With those same trembling hands, Brahms grabbed hold of your arms, collapsing on top of you, trembling between sobs, soaked with fear.

"My love," you whispered, heartbroken at Brahms' vulnerability and fear.

Without letting go of his hand, you insisted on carrying him to the bathroom, where you knew perfectly well that no one would have access. After taking care of Brahms, you would call Malcolm to have security cameras placed on the property, whatever it took to keep out the press and other curious onlookers.

Your priority now was your boyfriend crying on the spotless bathroom floor, terrified of what they might do to him.

With extreme care, you removed his mask, being able to watch those thick tears run down his cheeks.

"They're coming back, for me" and hearing that come from his lips made your world crumble. You couldn't stand to see him like this.

"I won't leave them, and you know it. I'll do whatever I have to do to keep them from seeing you, so they never get to you and know nothing" you promised, holding his face in your hands, looking for those beautiful blue eyes to look at you.

"You are the most important thing to me, Brahms, I will not let anything or anyone hurt you or separate you from my side, do you hear me?"

And the intensity of your words, the conviction with which you uttered each one and that determined and furious look, convinced him instantly. You were his man, so strong and sure, his knight in shining armor.

"Y/N...I love you" and he kissed you, in that awkward, passionate, emotion-filled way so characteristic of him.

Inside, you were terrified, devising a thousand and one plans so that that hidden nest would not remain exposed, but feeling that kiss, that beard against your face, those curls caressing your cheeks, you knew that you would be able to do anything to keep him safe and experience again those sensations, the most pleasurable of your life, until the world would be extinguished.

Sweetness of little space, need more of this that isn't being sexualized. Might write some, as I have a Poly!Ghostface in the making

‘Movie Night’ !SFW! Brahms Heelshire x GN Reader

Contains: Little Space Comfort, Brahms in Little Space

Requested by Anonymous on Wattpad

“Of course Mrs. Heelshire. Enjoy your night!” you called as you watched the old couple happily get into a car from the front steps of their home. You couldn’t deny that the couple had been looking much happier as opposed to when you first arrived.

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I'm always a fucker for poly ships, and Joey and Frank!! *Chef kiss*

I am sooooo happy!!! Thank you a million for your writing! I hope I didn't request too much. I do not wish to burn you out. Please take your time. 🙇‍♂️

I would love to request a nsfw oneshot or stories for Poly! Frank x Joey x male reader, if you are okay with that. I imagine that they all just agree to start dating as a boyfriend, and this is their very first night together to do naughty things. 👀

It would be much appreciated to include degradation and marking kink, like how you portrayed Frank and Joey in the headcanon. Extra blood points if there are fluffy aftercare by those two dork 🥺

Again, please only write this if you feel like to. I appreciate your writing so much and I hope you have a wonderful day. 😇

   No worries my sweet anon, I love writing for you so I don't mind. As always thank you for the compliments <3

Joey x Frank X Male Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Very suggestive themes, slight violence, Nsfw

The leaves crunched under Frank’s feet as he began walking into the trial, the sun shining on him as he breathed softly through his mask from the heat.

Frank began walking towards generators, watching them carefully as he looked for other survivors. You on the other hand strolled through the map, feeling a bit mischievous.

Anyone would take the chance to do something other than working on gens, running away, your typical objectives in a trial. Boring, you wanted something different, something more.

As you crouched by a thing of hay, watching your teammate Meg work on a gen you chuckled, pulling out a firecracker near her lighting it causing her to scream and blow up the gen. 

“Hey what are you doing!? Now we’re both gonna get caught because of you!” You couldn't care less what Meg had to say, nobody really cared for her anyway, including you. If anything it’s payback for all the times she left you and your friends to fend for yourselves.

“Oh calm down, learn to live a little”  you said as Meg scoffed at you in response, as both your heartbeats began to pump. 

Meg took off within an instant, you watched as you chuckled to yourself.

You watched as the killer approached the gen, your eyes fluttering as you saw who it was, Frank from the legion. You felt your face warm up as you got lost staring at him. 

As soon as Frank kicked the gen he looked in your direction, noticing your cute demeanor you were giving off. He smirked under his mask, looking at you with the same loving stare. 

Frank lifted up his mask before speaking. “You need something pretty boy?” having a smirk on his face. 

You blushed as you pointed in the direction Meg ran to. “She ran that way, i’ll be happy to speak to you again once it’s just the two of us” you said, relaxing your eyes to let him know what exactly you wanted from him, having a certain someone else in your mind too.

Frank let out a small chuckle, winking at you. “Sure thing, gorgeous~” he pulled down his mask, walking over to the direction you pointed towards. 

You leaned against the wood next to you, already getting turned on as you felt yourself harden within seconds. “Ah shit-” you mumbled. You couldn't help the feelings that hit you, that wink, that smirk, goddamn were you head over heels over Frank and his handsome, hot significant other Joey. 

You sighed, covering your eyes with your arm. You wanted them both so bad, no, no this isn't a want this is a need. You can’t control yourself, every time you see them, their frame making you crave their bodies against you, their deep, dark voices sending shivers down your spine as they degrade the survivors with insults.

You sat down, trying your best to compose yourself as Frank slaughtered your team with no effort. Sure they’ll be upset with you once you get back but did you care? Hell fucking no. 

A night with Joey and Frank is all you wanted. They’ll get over it anyway, they always do. 

The sound of the hatch closing could be heard as Frank approached you, kneeling down to your level as he slid his mask aside once again. 

“Look at you, willing to sacrifice your friends just to talk to me? Naughty, naughty” he said while grinning and tilting his head to the side.

You blushed, trying your hardest not to blurt out how madly in love you were with him and his partner. That’d be mad, he could kill you right on the spot if you were to say that.

Frank chuckled as he suddenly gripped your hair with a tight grasp, pulling your ear towards his mouth by your hair. “I know you want us just as bad as we want you so meet us at the red forest, yeah?” you looked up at him before you spoke “course~” 

He grinned once more, roughly letting go of your hair, walking away.

You smiled, as you sat up beginning to walk to the exit, blushing and taking sharp breaths as your realization hit you. Frank and Joey want you?? All this time fantasizing about them and they actually feel the same? It really is a dream come true. 

As you appeared back to the campfire you silently stepped into the trail leading to the red forest,  not wanting to draw any attention to yourself as you knew your previous team would be waiting to lecture you.

As you walked on the trail the sound of crickets, owls could be heard. You watched as the moonlight shined down on you. The view of fireflies lighting up around you made you feel happy, excited. The scene was almost too perfect for the three of you.

As you entered the red forest you looked around, seeing nobody in sight. You sighed thinking they were toying with you and made you walk here just to make fun. Hell it’s the legion Afterall, you never know what to expect.

That’s what you had thought, until you felt a pair of slim hands trail up your waist, giving your hips a tight squeeze, as you let out a soft moan from the feeling.

“Hey, Frank told me all about you, and how gorgeous you are. He wasn’t lying either” You realized it was Joey, blushing as you looked up at him. 

“H-hi Joey” you said shyly, admiring his features as you grinded against him ever so slightly. You couldn't help yourself. You were madly in love and needed him. 

“Hi baby” he said, smiling at you, grinding his cock into you with the same rhythm you did, earning small huffs and wines from you. Just him grinding against you felt good, oh how it'll feel once he’s inside.

“Having fun without me already?” Frank shouted, appearing from the shadows of the trees.

Joey gently let go of you as he walked towards Frank, grabbing his hand and pulling him in for a sweet kiss on the lips. 

“There you are, I missed you my handsome man” Joey said, smiling softly at Frank. Frank smiled back at him, giving him a few smooches on his lips back. “Awh look at you, you’re so cute. I love you so” he said, as he touched noses with Joey. 

You were in complete awh, they’re absolutely perfect for each other, hoping you were the piece that glued everything together. 

Joey held his hand out to you, as you grabbed it he pulled you in between the both of them. Joey was pressed up behind you once more as he placed soft kisses on your neck, sliding down your shirt so he could kiss your shoulders too. 

Frank was in front of you, grinding your cocks together as he started making out with you, exploring your mouth with his tongue. “Mm you taste so good~” Frank said, still kissing you as you felt the vibration in your mouth. 

Frank pulled away watching as the saliva string that connected you both dropped on the grass beneath you both. Frank winked at you before grabbing Joey’s chin, kissing him in that same passionate, suggestive way, pulling away as he spoke, face inches away from Joey's. 

“He tastes good right?” Joey nodded, grabbing your neck tightly as he kissed you too, exploring your mouth, similar but yet so different from Frank. As he pulled away he bit your bottom lip, smirking after.

“Yeah really fucking good” Joey said, releasing your throat as you looked back at Frank, immediately seeing the lust in his eyes.

Joey saw it too, letting you go as Frank began to manhandle you to the bedroom in the cabin. Joey followed close behind as he bent you on the table in the bedroom, taking you doggy style while Frank stood in front of you.

Joey teased your entrance with his tip at first, rubbing his cock on the outside of your entrance as he began pushing inside you. “A-ah Joey please~” you let out a cute moan causing a chuckle from Joey as he grabbed your waist, letting you adjust to his size as he slowly began to pound into you. 

You were a moaning mess, the way he grabbed your waist and used you like a fucktoy had precum oozing from your cock. 

Frank roughly grabbed your hair once more as he pulled his boxers down and pressed his tip on your lips, teasing you. 

“You were such a bitch to your teammates today, letting them die just to get fucked by us? How pathetic” Joey chuckled at what Frank said to you, joining in with him. 

“Bet your little survivor friends hate you huh? The little bitch boy traitor” he said, laughing in between groans and huffs of pleasure. 

“I- ah~” you couldn't even speak if you wanted to, the way Joey stretched you out and hit all the right places had you clawing the table, wanting nothing more than to be in this position forever. 

Frank began to push his cock in your mouth, tugging on your hair as you licked, and sucked all his sensitive veins. He contorted his chest and abs as you sucked him off so perfectly. “God fucking damn what a little brat” Frank said, getting cut off by his own groans. 

Joey and Frank kissed each other a few times while they both fucked you senseless,  you could feel both of them were getting close by how their cocks twitched, breaths of air becoming quick.

Joey pounded into you as he came, filling you up with his seed as he huffed and groaned from the stimulation. 

Frank fucked your mouth hard and fast, having no mercy on you. As he came inside your mouth he whined and panted, ruffling  your hair as he released you from his grasp, pulling out of your mouth.

“C'mon what do you say baby? Let’s mark him like a little slut” Frank said to joey, grabbing your chin to look up at him. “He’s way too cute not to” Joey nodded, pulling your body close to his as he lightly continued to pound into you, leaning back a bit. 

Frank got closer to you, kissing your stomach and waist line. Smirking against your skin as he did this. He bit everywhere he could that was pleasurable for you, sucking and kissing you like you were a god. 

Joey did the same as he marked up your neck and shoulders, earning soft moans from you. 

Joey panted as he came again, not as much but enough to have you tearing up from how good it felt, you've never experienced such pleasurable sex until now. He pulled out, kissing your cheek as he held you up, after all there's no way you could walk after tonight. 

Frank began cleaning you up with a soft towel he saved in the room, gently cleaning you off and offering you some of his clothes to wear, pjs to be exact. Joey hugged you from behind, running his hands up your sides to help you calm down from your high. 

Once everyone had changed out their clothes Joey threw them in a basket, picking you up softly (bridal style) as he stared at you, moving loose strands of hair out your face. 

“You’re so cute y’know?” Joey said, carrying you to the bed as he softly placed you down on it, snuggling behind you and giving soft kisses on your ear. 

You were too tired to answer, but that’s ok cause Frank answered for you. “He better know how cute he is, I wouldn't have let him romance me otherwise. So adorable” he said before snuggling in front of you, pulling you into his chest as he nuzzled your hair.

You fell asleep almost instantly as Joey pulled the blanket over the three of you.

“Goodnight my loves” Joey said as he smiled at both you and Frank. “And goodnight to my pretty boyfriends” Frank said back, earning a quiet chuckle from Joey. 

The midnight crickets could be heard, making you all fall into a deep, deep sleep.