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helloo, small request of eddie and transmasc reader where they just bicker for fun with each other the whole day (maybe smut or fluff either is perfect) :) tysm
Dinner Time Conversations
Non MLM/NBLM DNI
Pairings- Eddie Munson x FTM! Reader
Summary- Eddie and his boyfriend bicker about space and the ocean as they make dinner
Word Count- 288
Content Warnings- None, Fluff, Short, Just Two Boys Giggling
Eddie giggles in his small kitchen as (Y/n) ruffles his hair behind him.
They've been bickering about nothing for the last few hours, and Eddie would be a damn liar if he said it wasn't the cutest thing in the world.
“All I'm saying is it would probably take a lot more energy and time to discover space than the ocean!” Eddie laughs as he cracks noodles into the boiling pot of water below him. (Y/n) rolls his eyes playfully as he hops up on the counter, playfully and lightly kicking Eddie in the back as he cooks them dinner.
“Babe, the ocean is insane. We can easily go to space, but the ocean has so much pressure we can't even get down there. Godzilla could be sleeping down there and we wouldn't even know it!” Eddie lets out a loud laugh as he turns to look at his boyfriend. “Godzilla?” (Y/n) chuckles as he nods. “Yes! We don't fucking know! Anything could be down there!”
Eddie turns back to the spaghetti he’s making laughing. “I'm pretty sure space has some crazier shit than the ocean.” (Y/n) laughs behind him. “Ok, but who says fish arn't aliens? Look how weird they are. Their definitely not supposed to be on the planet.” Eddie chuckles as he turns back to him, wrapping his arms around his waist as (Y/n)’s hands roam through his long hair. “That's kinda true, fish do look weird, huh?” (Y/n) smiles. “Exactly. I'm right and you're wrong.”
Eddie rolls his eyes as he leans onto (Y/n). “Yes, yes, you're always right and I'm always wrong.” (Y/n) chuckles as he wraps his arms around Eddie's neck happily.
“Exactly.”
#male reader#x male reader#stranger things x male reader#eddie munson x male reader#x ftm reader#ftm reader#eddie munson x ftm reader
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sorry for being dead i honestly dont know what happend BUT THE BITCH IS BACK GIMMIE YOUR REQUEST LITTLE GAY PEOPLE IN MY PHONE!!
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I just discovered this series, you ate this shit up and left NO damn crumbs. I read all of this in one sitting😩🫶🏽
OMG THANK YOU!! im so glad you liked it!! :)
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Loving the variety on who you write for inside job, truly all that you need LMDSKAKAK
LMAO CAN YOU TELL I HAVE A FAVORITE
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Hi I hope your still taking requests for Brett hand? Could you do a male reader? Where reader is really awkward and new to the team. And Brett starts having a straight guy crisis when he starts falling for reader?
Lunch Date
Non MLM/NBLM DNI
a/n- so sorry this took so long life has been hectic
Pairings - Brett Hand x Male! Reader
Summary- Brett falls for the new guy at work, despite never liking a guy before
Word Count- 1006
Content Warnings- Anxiety, Fluff, Brett Is A Mess
Brett can hear his heart beating in his ears. He rubs the sweat forming on his palms onto his black slacks. The pattern ding! from the clock sends a shock through his body as he tries to keep his eyes on Reagan.
But there was you.
Standing next to Reagan.
He watched as you swayed a bit in your chair, messing with a string on the end of your coat to calm your own nerves. Brett couldn't tear his eyes away from you. It made his head hurt. Not because you're attractive, that's obvious to him, but because you're a guy.
Never once had Brett questioned his sexuality. But here he was, trembling in his chair with a beat red face over a cute guy.
“Brett?” Reagan says. Bretts nearly jumps out of his seat as he looks at her. She lazily points to you, next to her. “Show’em around, please.” Brett nods as he quickly stands up and leads you out of the room. There isn't enough air in the building for Brett right now as he tries to act as normal as possible.
“What's your name?” Brett asks. He tries to ignore how his voice cracks. You, however, don't seem to be as nervous anymore as you look around. “(Y/n).” Brett takes a deep breath in as he turns a corner. “Here's the lab. Reagan is normally here. She also doesn't like when people touch things.” Bretts eyes stay on you as he watches you nod along with him.
Crushing anxiety fills Bretts chest as the two of you walk around the building. “So, what are you into outside of work?” Brett asks. His hands tremble by the side of him as he tries not to stare too hard. You give a small shrug as you talk. “I either sleep or play video games. Mostly sleep and work.”
Brett curses to himself as he tries to keep his voice from trembling. “What kind of games?” Brett almost gags at his stupid ‘cool guy’ voice. His cheeks flare as he hears a small chuckle come from you. “Honestly? Anything that slightly peaks my interest.” Brett gives a shaky smile. A sinking feeling makes its way into Bretts chest.
He quickly looks away once he realizes he's been staring. The rest of the tour is spent with Brett desperately trying to make sure you don't know how nervous he is. He doubts it works.
By the end of the day Brett feels like he's been hit by a bus. His head is spinning and he's getting a migraine.
“You good?” Reagan asks. She has a slightly worried look on her face as she catches Brett before he leaves. Brett gives the best smile he could. “Yeah! Just tired.” Reagan gives a slow nod as she looks Brett up and down. “Uh-huh.” She mumbles.
Brett stands in silence as Reagan sighs. “Ok. What's wrong?” Before Brett can say anything, Reagan interrupts. “I don't care. Just tell me so I can go home and we can deal with it tomorrow.” Brett thinks for a moment as he stares at her. He shifts his weight from foot to foot before he mutters out his words. “I think the new guys cute.”
Reagan’s shoulders drop as she gives a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god! I thought you fucked something up!” Brett feels the air trapped in his chest escape in his own sigh as he opens his car door. “No, I didn't break anything. You always think I broke something.” Reagan sips her coffee as she pats Brett’s shoulder on the way to her own car. “Don't be so weird about it! Everyone has workplace crushes.”
Brett sits in his car for a moment as he thinks to himself. Workplace crushes are normal, he has no reason to be worried! But what if you're not into that? What if he's just confused? Wouldn't he have liked a guy before if he was into guys?
The spinning thoughts become too much for him as he finally pulls into his driveway. Brett can feel his body wanting to crash in of itself as he throws himself on his couch and groans into his cushions.
As the world spins around him, the familiar buzzing of his phone forces him out of his whirling thoughts.
‘hey, it's (y/n)’’
Brett looks at the message for a few seconds before typing with shaky fingers.
‘Hey!’
He feels himself cringe in on himself as he rethinks everything he's ever done in his life up until this moment. The thoughts can't last for long though as another buzz comes quickly.
‘wanna get lunch tomorrow?’
Brett types faster than he ever has in his life
‘Absolutely!’
As Brett texts (Y/n) about getting lunch, he can't help the twisting feeling in his stomach that gets worse with every message. Brett takes a long deep breath once he and (y/n) end the conversation. It's fine, it's just lunch with a co-worker! Don't think so deeply about it!
Despite his best efforts, his anxiety doesn't subside that night, or the following day as he walks to a local restaurant to meet (Y/n).
Brett adjusts his collar as he walks into the building and is immediately greeted by a smiling face.
“Hey!” You smile as the two of you get a table. Brett feels his hands getting sweaty as the two of you order.
“So, why did you want to get lunch?” Brett asks, taking a nervous sip of his water. (Y/n) chuckles softly as a bit of heat travels to his cheeks. “Honestly, I thought you were cute. I wanted to get to know you.”
Brett almost chokes on his water as he quickly looks at you. His voice shakes slightly as he tries his best to play cool. “You think I'm cute?”
(Y/n) laughs with a nod. “Yes, I think you're very cute.” Brett smiles as their food arrives at the table. Brett picks up a fork as he looks back to (Y/n).
“Well, let's get to know each other then.”
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who i write for
marvel
loki
marc spector
bucky barnes
sam wilson
deadpool
miguel o'hara
venom
inside job
brett hand
avatar
jake sully
tsu'tey
stranger things
eddie munson
steve harrington
dream daddy
robert small
joseph christiansen
craig cahn
damien bloodmarch
my hero academia
dabi
aizawa
present mic
all might
shigaraki
hawks
arcane
viktor
jayce
detroit: become human
elijah kamski
gavin reed
conner
markus
RK900
dragon age
iron bull
solas
zevran
fenris
dorian
cullen
krem
alistair
COD
price
ghost
gaz
könig
horangi
mortal combat
johnny cage
kenshi takahahi
raiden
reptile
baldur's gate 3
astarion
wyll
resident evil
leon kennedy
karl heisenberg
carlos oliveria
attack on titan
levi ackerman
eren (season 4 only)
armin (season 4 only)
erwin smith
jujutsu kaisen
gojo
geto
toji
star wars
the mandalorian
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he will be the death of me
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Hello, I would love to give you requests but I'm not to sure on what fandoms you enjoy writing for 😅
I'm quite new and have really enjoyed your stories :)
hi!! so happy you enjoyed my other stories!! if you click on "masterlist" on my pinned post you'll see my other stories. I'll be working on a list of characters I write for soon!!
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begging for request🙏🏾🙏🏾
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i get horny when im sad call that mourning wood
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need some good Miguel O'Hara request for me to do I desperately need to write about him
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Can you do a smut where male reader is the personal servant Loki and he goes in his room to inform him of a meeting but accidentally walks in on him masterbating. He tries to leave but Loki stops him and has him "help his god" which basically leads to smut. Bonus if you add bondage as well.
"Help Your God"
Non MLM/NBLM DNI
Pairings- Loki x Male! Servant! Reader
Summary- You walk in on Loki in a provocative position, what else can you do but help your god?
Word Count- 755
Content Warnings- Male Reader, He/Him Pronouns For Loki, Bondage (Tying up, Gags), Pet Names, Slight Mention Of Drool, Slight Praise
The sound of your shoes clicking against the tile of the hallway fills your ears as you make your way down the hallway. You always hated how far Loki’s room was from the rest of the castle, it takes forever to get to.
You sigh with slight annoyance as you reach the prince's room, opening the door to greet him. Instead, you stop dead in your tracks, your eyes meeting green ones.
To be fair, you had walked in on Loki doing some random things, but you had never walked in on him jerking off. Your face burns as you try to make up an excuse for why you need to leave. Before you can think of anything, a smirk comes to Loki’s face as he gets up, not seeming to care about his naked body being on display.
“You should know to knock before entering.” He says as he looks you up and down. You shift on your feet as you try to look at anything besides him.
“I'm sorry, My Lord, I didn't mean to walk in on you.” Loki chuckles at your response as he looks at something in his room. “Well, since you are here, why don't you come help your God?” Your eyes shoot up to him as you take a few steps towards him. “If that's what you'd like, My Lord.” You say, trying to gauge his reaction. Loki smirks at you as he points to the bed, silently ordering you to sit down. You obliged, sitting on the edge of the bed as Loki returns to you with some black rope. He smiles sadistically down at you as your eyes go to the rope. “Take your clothes off, my darling.”
You nod quickly, removing your clothes as you feel yourself begin to get hard. Loki's eyes never leave you, watching intently as you remove each piece of clothing.
Once you're finally naked, Loki sits on the bed, moving you to be sitting in front of him. “I'm going to tie you up now, darling, okay?” All you can do is nod as Loki begins to tie your hands to the golden headboard behind you, tying your legs to it as well so that they are bent back, giving him full access to you. Your face burns in embarrassment as his eyes trail every part of you, like a wolf that's caught its prey.
“You look absolutely divine, my darling.” He smiles as he reaches next to him to pull out a gag. “Now open your pretty little mouth.” You do as he says immediately, knowing that he can see how hard you are. The gag sits nicely in your mouth as Loki leans back to look over you once again, clearly happy with his work.
The bed creaks slightly as he moves in front of you, grabbing your hips as he positions himself with your hole. He pushes inside of you slowly, taking in the moment of feeling you clamp around him. Loki groans as he hears you moan through the gag as he bottoms out. He slowly moves his hips against you, taking in the feeling of being inside you before he speeds up, his grip on your hips getting bruisingly tight.
Your moans are muffled slightly from the gag in your mouth as Loki smirks above you, watching a little bit of drool fall from the sides on your mouth. Loki moans above you as his eyes look over you shaking body. “You look so good like this my darling, tied up and taking my cock like a good servant boy.” Loki's words go straight to your stomach as you feel yourself getting closer to your own orgasm. Lokis suddenly hits a sensitive spot inside of you, making you nearly scream as your eyes roll back. You can feel yourself shake as you cum, feeling it land on your stomach.
Loki’s movements don't stop, instead, he gets rougher despite your whining from overstimulation. “What's wrong, my darling? Did you think I was going to stop?” Loki smirks down at you as his thrust gets sloppy. “We’re not stopping till i cum inside you, my pretty little servant.” Loki's groans as he feels himself finally cum, continuing to move his hips through it so it fills inside you.
Your breathing is heavy as he pulls out, untying your arms and legs and taking the gag out of your mouth. He lets your tired body fall against him as he rubs your back sweetly. “Relax my darling, rest.”
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Me again could you do Marc Spector x ftm reader smut when maybe the reader is in a gang of some sort Marc's been trying to take down for months and he backs him in a corner and starts choking him and he moans so Marc realizes he's attracted to him and fucks him in exchange for information but then he realizes he's actually fallen for him and it's rough but then turns soft maybe some overstimulation for reader who had top surgery and degredation that turns into praise/praise degredation
Back Alley Fun
Non MLM/NBLM DNI
Pairings- Marc Spector X FTM! Reader
Summary- Marc has been searching for you for months, and its time to teach you a lesson on how to speak to him
Word Count- 1036
Content Warnings- AFAB Genitalia, Praise, Degradation, Overstimulation, Pet Names, Choking, Slight Public Sex
Months. Marc hasn't been able to have a good night's sleep in months.
You and your stupid little gang have been evading his every attempt to capture week after week. That stupid grin on your face everytime you got away, as if this was some sort of game.
But today, he's not giving up. He's going to capture you and force information out of you so he can finally lay in his bed and sleep without constant thrashing.
A cool chill runs down his spine as he adjusts his sweater onto his shoulders. The moon illuminates the sidewalk as Marc briskly stalks the street. The hint he had got from one of your little henchmen (more like beat out of your henchman) was that you’d be at a bar tonight. He could hear the annoyingly loud music from around the corner.
Bright neon lights fill his vision as he makes his way to the club. Pushing his way through people, the music around makes his body vibrate as he looks around for you. Marc scoffs to himself as he tries to get to the side of the room, looking through a sea of dancing bodies.
Finally, he finds your eyes, staring right at him. Marc jumps into action, trying to rush through people as he watches you slip out the back.
The cool air meets his skin as he looks for you in the alley, only to find you waiting for him. The obvious smirk on your face makes Marc scowl.
“Hey Marcy!” Your voice sounds like you're seeing an old friend. Marc huffs as he stomps towards you. “You, are so. Fucked.” Marc can barely get his words out as tries to grab him. You let him do it, letting him slam you against the brick wall. “You feel better now Marcy?” Marc watches as you give him a fake pout. “Don't call me that.” You roll your eyes as you smile up at him. “Why so mad Marcy? I thought we were friends!”
You're barely able to catch Marc move as his hand wraps around your throat, slamming you harder against the wall. A choked moan escapes your mouth as your back collides with the wall, taking some of the air out of your lungs. Confusion fills Mar’s eyes as he looks down at you, squeezing his hand a bit harder around your throat to test out his theory.
As always, he theory is correct.
Another moan comes out of you as he squeezes harder. Marc smirks down at you as moves his hand to make you look up at him. “I’ll make you a deal.” He whispers, his voice raspy with desire. “I’ll fuck you’r handsome brains out and you give me the information i need to know.” Marc watches as you think it through, although he knows what you're going to say. He can't help but smile down at you as you let out a breathy ‘yes’.
Within seconds his lips are on yours, capturing you in a lust filled kiss as his tongue explores your mouth. His hand remains tight on your throat as he grinds his already hard bulge against you. His voice is raspy as he turns you around, bending you over slightly as his hand travels under your tight jeans. “Does that feel good, slut?” He whispers in your ear as he drags his finger back and forth, feeling you getting wet.
Your breath is almost completely gone as he tries to catch up with Marc’s movements. All you can do is nod as you take in the feeling of his hands on you. Marc's hot breath hits your ear as he whispers to you, moving his fingers faster against your wettend underwear. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” You nod at his words, trying to ignore how close you are to cumming just from his words.
Marc takes notice of this as smirks, moving his hand to your bare flesh under your boxers as his finger circles your clit. You can hear him chuckle to himself as he feels your legs shake. Marc's hand moves to your chest to make sure you stay upright as you cum, his hand on your chest dragging over your top surgery scars as your legs twitch.
Marc moves away from you, giving you a moment to catch your breath as you hear his pants unzip. Excitement fills your body as you feel him press against you again. He slowly pushed himself inside you, enjoying your small whines from overstimulation as he finally bottoms out. He groans in your ear as he slowly moves his hips, getting faster with each thrust as your legs shake. “Good slut, you're taking my cock so well.” All you can do is whine as you take the pleasure, feeling yourself getting close again as he grabs your hips roughly, groaning above you as he whispers in your ear. “Are you gonna cum for me again pretty boy?” You nod as you feel your legs almost give out under you as you see stars. Your orgasm rushes through your body as you hear Marc moan above you. “Good boy, cum on my cock.” Marc's thrust suddenly gets sloppy as he moves faster, whispering in your ear as he gets himself off. “You're such a pretty boy, so good for me.”
The second the words leave his mouth he stops his movements, keeping himself inside of you as he cums. He can feel your deep breathing as he pulls out, rubbing your hips softly as you both calm down.
“Do you feel ok, pretty boy?” Marc asks, his voice suddenly soft as he helps you stand up. Your legs are still shaking a bit as you stand, leaning against Marc's chest as you relax. “Yeah, I'm ok.” You whisper. You feel Marc’s arms wrap around you as he runs his hand up and down your back lovingly. “You did so good for me.” He mutters as he gives you a small kiss on the forehead. “Let's go somewhere quiet so we can talk, yeah?” You say, looking up at him. Marc gives a small smile as he holds you by the waist. “Lead the way.”
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