#basil stitt headcanons
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Then I Saw You
Basil Stitt X f!Reader
Beta Read By: @xbellaxcarolinax - Using prompts by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction, a few Nonnies, and my own ideas.
PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!
Summary
You moved in next door to Basil Stitt two weeks after his incident. After everyone he cared about ignored his calls and acted like he didn't exist, he was starved for affection, and your pretty voice caught his attention immediately. He decided he'd do just about anything to have you all for himself...anything.
Tags/Warnings
Disclaimers: There is heavy non-con in this fic, it's not for everyone. If you're sensitive to that sort of thing in fanfiction, please keep on scrolling thanks.
NSFW, non-con, rape, sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, masturbation, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, porn with some plot, smut, creampie, breeding kink if you REALLY squint, non-consensual somnophilia, drugged sex, non-consensual drug use, minor mention of suicide but NO actual death or implied death in fic, also me making some shit up like how peepholes work, neighbor!Reader, dark fic, dark Basil Stitt. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (that means that what you see in the tags WILL be in the fic, don't act surprised when you get exactly what you were warned about.)
Word Count: 9.8k
Basil saw the moving truck outside when it pulled up by the curb. Two men got out, opened up the back, and started to bring someone’s belongings inside. His apartment was only one of the two on his floor. The old man across the hall went to a nursing home a couple of weeks ago…was he getting a new neighbor? Sure enough, he heard them opening the door across from his and moving things inside.
He looked around at his living space, a disgusting mess of old pizza boxes, empty alcohol bottles, and his broken belongings. No doubt he’d need to get a better handle on his outbursts. He’d already received a notice from the landlord with all the banging and shouting the person living below him had dealt with. Depending on the kind of person the new neighbor would be, he might get more than just a warning if they heard him being too rambunctious.
That’s when he heard your voice, a sweet thing that crept under the gap between his door and the hardwood floor that he was likely to lose his security deposit for after destroying it. He ran to the peephole, looking through the lens and seeing you for the first time.
His heart felt like it stopped beating. His entire body shook as he pressed his palm to the door. You were…beautiful.
“What the fuck…” he whispered to himself, as you walked into your apartment. “W-what the…” he stepped away from the door, “fuck.”
The second your door opened again he was pinned to his own, his good eye glued back at the peephole to get a glimpse of you. He whined, seeing your pretty smile as you handed the movers some money. Why were you smiling at them like that? Basil paused. Why did he care?
Maybe it was that you sounded, and looked, so nice. His calls to his girlfriend had still been unanswered, and the same could be said for his parents. You looked like someone who would care about him. Someone who could look past…
No.
Despite wanting to stare at you longer, he stepped in front of his mirror instead. There was no way you would be able to stomach looking at someone like him. He touched the reddened, rippled deformity on the left side of his face. An overwhelming dread poured into his chest, making him feel heavy with sorrow. How could anyone love him? His own mother couldn’t even be bothered to speak to him, even after all the voicemails he left.
“Yeah absolutely, I’d love that,” you giggled in the hall.
You’d love what? Basil thought, rushing to the door once again to see who had you feeling so upbeat.
You had a piece of paper in your hand. He didn’t like how one of the movers was smiling and looking at you. Was he flirting with you? Basil’s hand reached for the door handle, but he stopped. What was his plan? Was he going to walk out there, someone you’d never seen or met before in your life, and just tell the guy to fuck off?
In a perfect world…yes.
He’d step out there, no paper bag on, and tell the man off. Basil imagined you’d be so enamored with his actions that you’d kiss him, smiling at him the way you were smiling at the mover right now. You’d touch his cheek and look at him as though his face were normal, like it was just a couple of short weeks ago. Your lips looked so soft.
Basil whined, pressing his entire body against the door, cock rubbing between the wood and his abdomen. He saw you go into your apartment again, closing the door behind yourself. Over the next couple of hours he sat in front of the door, waiting…listening for your voice. All he heard was the sound of the movers going in and out, until finally there was nothing.
He stood there in the still of the silence, breathing slowly and trying to contain himself. He thought about opening his door again and knocking on yours, introducing himself as any good neighbor would. His breath hitched in his throat when he considered your reaction though. What if you saw his face…
What if you saw the monster he’d become?
“No, no, no…” he shouted, feeling emotionally overwhelmed at the thought of your rejection.
He would rather spend his life watching you through his peephole than risk your outright denial of him. At least in his mind, he could think up a million fantasies where you loved him, let him take you on a beautiful date, and where you were pinned underneath him, screaming his name while he made you come over and over again.
He was still so fucking hard. He needed you to step out of your apartment. He needed you now. Just the sound of your voice would do something for him. If he could just hear it, just a little bit, it was all he needed. He slowly opened the door and stepped into the hall, ensuring no one was there. He walked up to your door, looking through the lens to see if he could get a glimpse of you.
You walked by, and he thought he might collapse. You’d changed into something more comfortable, a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. As you should, it was rather warm that day. You deserved to be comfortable, perhaps even naked. Basil’s thoughts consumed him as he watched you bending over to open a box, pulling some things out, and disappearing from view. How lucky he was that you put those boxes right there by the door.
His hands gripped the doorframe tightly, and he rutted his hips involuntarily against the door. His whole body shook, watching you move so freely around your new home. He wondered what would happen if he just walked in and took you while you were bent over in a box. Your pussy was right there, hiding behind such a thin layer of fabric. Surely it would be easy to just…
He bit his lip so hard he tasted iron, rolling his cock faster against the door. His breathing was labored, needy, and desperate for you. Basil knew he wasn’t good enough for you, but you might like him if you just gave him a chance. He could thrust into your wet, velvety heat and make you scream out like it was the best thing you’d ever felt. Or maybe you’d cry out in terror because no one wants to fuck a monster.
He let out a low growl, feeling his cock ache while it leaked in his pants. You’d heard the sound, stopping what you were doing to turn and face the door.
That was it.
That was all he needed to see before he lost it. His body shook against the door while a soft whimper left his lips. Hot cum spilled out through his clothes, leaving a wet streak on the wood he’d been rutting against. He sighed, finally feeling some sense of satisfying relief. Even after all the nights he’d spent palming his own release, he’d never felt so good.
You did this to him.
He had to move, looking into the peephole to see that you were coming closer. Basil darted from your door, opening his quickly and locking himself inside silently. He didn’t want you to know he was there. He couldn’t let you know he was there. He couldn’t let you see his fucking face.
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It only took him a few days to get your schedule figured out.
In the morning when you left - he presumed for work - you were dressed so nicely. He would’ve followed you but, on account of his horrific deformity, he couldn’t. So he settled for what little bits of you he could. He loved it most when you’d come home, tired from the day and retreating to your apartment so he could sneak over to your door and peek at you.
He would only allow himself a few moments of watching before his conscience forced him back to his own place where he would fuck his fist raw, passing out on the couch. Everything was fine, and he could see himself doing things that way forever, until it wasn’t enough anymore.
He needed more.
Basil found a gift card to a coffee shop up the road that he knew only had a dollar and some change left on it, and made his way to your door late one night about a week after you’d moved in. You were already in bed, at least, he assumed you were. It was two in the morning and he couldn’t hear a sound coming from your apartment. Basil stuck the card in between the frame and the door, wiggling very slowly so as not to make a lot of noise.
Click.
When your door opened slowly, he felt his heart fluttering wildly. This was it. This was the moment that he finally would get to see you. He stepped slowly, sock-covered feet treading silently over your floor. Your apartment was laid out exactly the same as his only mirrored, making it easy for him to get to your bedroom. He stopped when he got to the doorway though. There was a mirror on the wall to his right.
Turning to see his appearance, he lost all confidence. The grotesque creature looking back grounded him. He couldn’t go in there, not like that. What if you woke up? Maybe if he was still attractive he could make you understand why he was there, standing over you and watching you sleep, but not like the way he looked now. If he tried that now, you’d scream, calling him a freak, or a monster. He couldn’t risk hearing such horrid words coming out of such a pretty mouth, so he backed away.
“Another day…I’ll see you another day then,” he whispered with a soft cry leaving his lips. “Goodbye.”
On his way out, he stopped when his foot landed on something unexpected on your living room floor. He reached down, feeling something soft in his hands. He knew immediately what he was holding, but he brought it to the dim light coming through the window from the moonlit sky to look at it anyway. They were black, made with delicate lace…your panties.
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Basil stared at your panties on his bed for at least two hours. He hadn’t smelled them yet because he wanted to pace himself. He wanted to savor them, enjoy them as long as he could before he had to steal another pair. Deep down he hoped they would fix him; that they’d be enough to satisfy the unquenchable thirst you seemed to fill him with. At the same time, he knew deep down that this was likely only the beginning of what would become something very, very, dark.
Taking the delicate fabric in his hands, he brought them to his face, rubbing the place that touched your cunt along his nostrils and inhaling so deep he thought he might faint. He shuddered, falling back and catching himself on his desk. He moaned, feeling them against his face once more.
“Fuck, fuck baby…” he whined, breath coming out in a ragged pant.
His tongue darted out, dragging along the place where your flavor was most potent. He whimpered, squeezing the desk so hard his knuckles ached. He licked again. You tasted too good, so delicious he thought he might die if he never got his mouth on the real thing.
Basil’s elbow brushed against the handle on the knife he’d stabbed into his desk multiple times. He snatched it up, holding it and turning it in his hand, letting the moonlight shine off the metal. He could see his mattress just over the edge, and had - what he thought was - a brilliant idea. His cock ached, and it was your fault. Once again he needed to satisfy his urges because you wouldn’t.
He stormed over to the bed, knife in hand, before stabbing a hole deep into the center, making sure it was big enough to take him. He didn’t even know where the knife landed when he threw it to the other side of his apartment, and he didn’t care. Basil wrapped your panties around his pillow before hastily removing his pants, hands shaking in the process. He’d never felt so fucking desperate.
If he closed his eyes, he could almost convince himself that the stuffing in the mattress was a good substitute for your beautiful pussy. It wasn’t, nothing would ever be a good enough substitute for you, but this wasn’t too bad. He slid himself in all the way, body shaking at the sensation as the cotton moved aside for him. Basil buried his face into your panties, taking in your smell some more, and licking them to breathe in your taste.
The bed rocked against the floor, probably loud enough to piss off the occupant of the apartment below him. He didn’t fucking care, he was busy.
“Mm, that’s it, baby, you feel so fucking good,” he whispered the words he wished he could say to you. “So tight, you’ve been waiting for someone like me to come stretch you out hm? Fuck.”
He wondered if you’d like the way he sounded when he was grinding into you. Would you like listening to his hungry moans and low growls? What about when he whimpered and whined? He always thought he sounded a little pathetic, but would you judge him for it? He couldn’t help it, when the pleasure overwhelmed him he had to vocalize it.
“Honey, you’re so sweet,” he kissed your panties, imagining that you’d squirm for him when he did. “Such a pretty little pussy.”
He was good with his tongue, he knew you’d like it if you’d just let him have you. There wasn’t a man alive that would spend hours with his tongue flicking over that swollen little clit until you were nearly pissing yourself from overstimulation, not the way Basil would. No one could love you the way he would.
His drool made your panties wet, the taste and smell already mixing with his own while he fucked the hole in his mattress sloppily. He got louder, practically yelling in a loud rasp while he mouthed at his pillow.
“You’re so good, s-so g-good.” His voice became heavier, deeper, more like a low, feral growl as his climax closed in.
Basil’s body stopped with his cock buried to the hilt inside the mattress. His body trembled and shook while he pumped shot after shot of hot sticky cum into the cotton. He was practically screaming, face buried into the pillow to muffle the sounds. His mind went blank, except for your face. He felt his cock twitching, emptying every bit it could into the damn mattress.
It was just a fucking mattress.
Basil’s heavy breathing slowed and eventually turned to sobs. He held the pillow close, crying into it, soaking the fabric with his tears. What kind of loser fucks a mattress? He thought to himself, feeling his cock getting soft inside the hole he’d made.
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Basil woke the next morning with his drool adhering your panties to his scarred cheek. His cock was dried with cum to the hole in his mattress. He groaned, feeling like he’d had the night of his life…only to quickly realize that he looked like a pathetic mess that his own mother couldn’t even bring herself to love. He’d fucked his mattress.
What kind of loser…
His thoughts trailed off before he could finish repeating the sentiment of the night before. He peeled his face off the pillow and winced in pain while pulling his dick out of the bed. He heard your voice in the hall, calling him like a siren song to his peephole. He looked out there, and you were standing in the hall laughing with your phone to your ear.
“Yeah you can pick me up at seven, that would be great,” you said as you disappeared out of view.
“The moving man…” Basil said to himself, turning away from the door and running both hands through his hair with his eyes wide, his anger building.
He saw himself in the mirror again, face dropping as he was reminded of his disgusting appearance. His hair was everywhere, cock limp and just hanging there like a sad, pathetic thing. His shirt had pizza sauce stains all over, and discoloration under the armpits. In a moment - a very short moment - of clarity, Basil realized that even if he did manage to get you to move on from the scar, he wouldn’t be able to impress you looking, and smelling, the way he did.
“Alright, you’re going on a fucking date with some fucking loser huh?” He said, feeling the pain ripping through his chest. “Let me show you what you’re missing!”
He showered, feeling clean for the first time since the incident. When he stepped out of the shower, he noticed the good side of his face for the first time in over two weeks. The way the steam covered the mirror, only the unblemished side was visible. He touched it, feeling comfort in the fact that he could pretend for a moment that he was normal, that everything was normal.
He turned the hot water in his bathroom sink on, keeping the mirror steamed up while he took his razor blade and shaving cream out of the cabinet. He had to keep wiping the mirror so he could see himself, and that was probably why he nicked his cheek a little. He cursed, finishing the shave and then holding a small bit of toilet paper to the wound. As if he needed more deformities on his face.
Once composed, Basil walked out to his living room, realizing finally what a mess it was. He couldn’t possibly bring you in there with it looking like that. And he was going to bring you in there one way or another.
It took him all day to get his apartment back to a, somewhat, normal state. Basil had to push through several mood swings in the process, fantasizing about how impressed you would be, complimenting how nice his place was, and reality creeping its way into his mind and reminding him that you were going on a date tonight…
A knock on his door forced all the thoughts to a stop. Who the fuck was knocking on his door? He hadn’t bought pizza or groceries. The new mattress he ordered wasn’t expected until next week. Basil walked up to his peephole, peering through only to nearly collapse when he saw you. He stepped away from the door as if it were made of hot coals.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. His body immediately started trembling. “Um…I can’t come to the door right now!”
“Oh!” He held his chest when you spoke. You were speaking to him. “Well that’s okay, I just wanted to leave you some cookies.” You chuckled softly. “I honestly didn’t even realize I had a neighbor until I heard you playing some cool music yesterday.”
“C-cool music?”
Basil was still so in shock that you were even speaking to him that he’d forgotten how inconsiderate he’d been yesterday afternoon. He remembered playing music so loudly it probably could be heard by you and the downstairs neighbor.
“I’m sorry if it was annoying, I’ll keep it down next–”
“No it’s alright! I actually like it!” You couldn’t be that perfect, you couldn’t be. “Well, I hope you like chocolate chip, I’ll leave them here! I’m not the best cook but I tried.”
Your little giggle would be the death of him.
“I would like anything you made for me…” He said softly as he was struggling to breathe.
“What did you say?”
He cleared his throat, “I um…thank you so much I’m sure they’re great.”
“Okay well, have a good day! Maybe I’ll see you another time.��
With that, you were gone, and Basil’s knees felt so weak he had to sit on the floor. You talked to him. You fucking talked to him. You really did like him. You must have liked him, why else would you have come to his door and left him such a nice gift?
Basil waited by his door until he was sure you were gone before opening it and pulling the cookies inside. They were still warm, you must’ve just made them and waited for them to cool off before bringing them to his door. He held one in his hand, turning it around to decide which side to bite first. He finally bit into it, feeling the sweet flavor fill his mouth, forcing a smile over his lips.
You made those for him.
Basil ate too many cookies, and with the pang of despair rushing through him periodically at the thought of you going on a date in just an hour, he found himself with his head in the toilet bowl, vomiting uncontrollably. He groaned into the bowl, beginning to cry in frustration. He couldn’t keep himself together. You deserved to go on that date with someone else, someone who wouldn’t flush the delicious gift you brought them because they didn’t know how to establish self-control.
Your door opened at 6:55pm on the dot. Basil was, of course, watching you. He felt his cock aching immediately at the sight of you in that tight black dress. Watching the way it shifted as your hips swayed down the hall made his heart rate rise quickly. He couldn’t believe that someone else would be seeing you in that, touching you in that.
He had the urge to be destructive again, feeling his breathing become rapid and labored in panic. He went to the window where he could see the street below to watch you get into the man’s car, only to see you standing there shivering. Why hadn’t you worn a coat? Basil looked over at the clock, 7:01pm. The guy was late.
While he didn’t enjoy seeing you waiting in the cold, Basil did like knowing the man was unreliable. He watched you pull out your phone, likely calling your missing date. He could tell the man didn’t answer by the way your arm dropped to your hip and head hung in disappointment. You waited though, still hoping he would show up, just standing there in the cold.
For ten more minutes Basil watched you wait, full of hope, only to end up disappointed in the end on your walk back into the building. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so happy, wanting desperately to rush out into the hall and offer to take you out. He couldn’t though…that stupid fucking scar was ruining his life.
It hit him suddenly, that you would be hungry. He couldn’t let you go hungry, not after how sweet you’d been to him, so it was time to repay the favor. Even before the incident, Basil couldn’t cook for shit, and he wasn’t about to try now. This opened the door for another opportunity though…an opportunity to see you in person…
“No, no you’re crazy,” he said, looking at himself in the mirror.
He couldn’t see you like that, not with the horrible scar. And showing up at your doorstep with food in hand and a paper bag on his head would be even weirder than the scar. But if you were asleep, well, it would be hard to be afraid of him then…wouldn’t it?
With a plan in place, he called to order a pizza. He didn’t know what you liked yet, but everyone liked pizza, right? You were nice, you’d probably eat it even if it wasn’t your favorite. Plus you’d be hungry. He was banking on you being hungry.
The food arrived at his door a little while later, and the delivery man knew to just leave it on the floor. Basil took the sleeping pills he was prescribed and crushed them, sprinkling the dust over each slice so you were sure to get some in your system. Every bit of reasonable thinking was gone. He needed more than just your damn panties and a cum filled mattress.
He needed you.
Basil put the pizza in front of your door and knocked before scrambling back into his own place. He watched through the peephole as you stepped out, dressed in a comfortable pair of sweats and a loose t-shirt. You sniffled and looked down at the pizza with a confused expression. It was obvious that you’d been crying.
That’s what you get for thinking someone else could do better for you than I can. Basil thought to himself.
You lifted the sticky note he’d adhered to the box, reading over it slowly before a smile appeared on your face.
Thought you might be hungry.
The cookies were really good, here’s some pizza.
Your neighbor, Basil
Basil’s heart nearly stopped. You were smiling because of something he did. You were smiling because of him.
“This is so nice of you,” you said softly, looking at the door. “Would you…would you want to come in and have some too?”
There’s no way this was real. There’s no way you were actually inviting him into your apartment. Basil looked down at his clothes and straightened out his shirt. His breathing became shallow at the thought. This was so unexpected, he couldn’t believe it. Basil looked over at the table next to the door and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the bowl he usually tossed his keys in.
“Um…I can’t, but you should enjoy it,” he said with a crack in his voice.
He was surprised to see the look of disappointment on your face. This must be his delusions toying with him again. You weren’t disappointed that he wouldn’t come to your apartment, that would never be the case. He stood there awkwardly, watching you through the peephole, waiting for you to leave.
“Well, you didn’t have to do this, but thank you so much, I actually am hungry.” You paused and sighed, “I’m glad you liked the cookies,” you said to him before retreating to your own apartment once again, pizza in hand.
Basil was trembling at the door for the better part of a half hour. He was stunned by your reaction, by the fact that you invited him over. It couldn’t be real. You’d fucking invited him over! If you’d known what a loser he was, would you have still invited him? If you’d known he fucked a hole in his mattress while intoxicated by the smell of your cunt would you still want him in your home?
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He waited until it was late and he knew you’d be sound asleep. He walked into your apartment, noticing the pizza on the counter, the box still open, and three slices missing. Surely you’d consumed enough to be comatose for the time being. He stepped into your bedroom and froze.
“Wow,” he whispered, staring intently at your half-dressed form on the bed.
You hadn’t even covered up. Did you know there was a chance he might creep into your house and you wanted to be ready for him? Did you wear that tank top that barely covered anything and those lacy panties knowing he would like them? What about the way your lips parted…were you expecting him to kiss them?
Basil knelt down, reaching his shaking hand out to touch your cheek. Your skin was so soft. He felt a sob swelling in his chest. If his face was still soft, would you let him touch you while you were awake? Would you be able to actually look at him without being disgusted? He couldn’t even look at himself without being disgusted anymore.
“So pretty…”
He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours, in a small way he was testing to see if it would wake you. You stayed asleep, and so he moved forward, pressing his lips against yours. He stayed there for so long, just letting his mouth linger, feeling the way his skin felt against yours. He felt his cock growing already, aching and pressing against the zipper in his jeans. He wanted to feel your mouth in other ways, a kiss wasn’t enough.
“Someday I hope you’ll be able to enjoy this while you’re awake but…for now this is how we need to do this, okay?” he looked at you, knowing you wouldn’t answer, but hoping your subconscious would somehow hear him and understand.
Basil unbuttoned his pants, sliding the zipper down slowly and pulling the waist down with his boxer briefs as well. His fat cock bobbed out, already leaking from the head, slick strands dripping to the floor beneath him. He held the top of your head with one hand, and his length with the other, bringing the weeping tip to your pretty lips.
His body trembled immediately, feeling the way your mouth opened around his girth. He moved in further, feeling the wet heat of your tongue on the underside of his shaft. If he gagged you would you wake? He tested it, sliding forward more, watching those lips stretch around him. If you were awake you’d look up at him so pretty, eyes filling with tears as you struggled to take him all the way.
He stuffed himself all the way into your mouth, the tip of his cock resting in your throat. He could feel your body responding to the foreign object naturally, throat closing around him while you gagged, but you stayed asleep. The feeling was indescribable, causing his entire body to shake and tremble while he kept your head impaled on him.
“You’re too good baby, too good…you're gonna make me come…gonna make me come too fast! Ah!”
Basil pulled his cock out of your mouth and jerked his spend onto your cheek. He fisted himself angrily, beyond pissed that he couldn’t hold it in for more than one fucking minute. If the time ever came - which he expected it wouldn’t - that he managed to get you in bed while awake, if his face didn’t scare you off, the fact that he was a minuteman surely would.
He looked all around for something to clean you up with, but anything in your apartment would have to be taken out, or else you’d know someone was there. Basil decided to peel off his t-shirt, using that to wipe your face clean. He leaned against the wall, looking at you, still scowling and infuriated with his inability to perform, even while you were sleeping.
The longer he looked at you though, the more aroused he became all over again. Maybe getting off so quickly wouldn’t be a dealbreaker…not with you being his own personal aphrodisiac. He walked over to you again, touching your hip and squeezing your flesh. He pushed you onto your back, hooking a finger into the waist of your cute little panties. To his surprise, between your lips was sticky, warm, and wet. Did he do this to you? Did he have this effect on you?
Basil pulled your underwear down your beautiful legs slowly, staring at the slit between them hungrily. He felt some drool spilling over his bottom lip that he wiped away quickly. Tossing your panties aside, he crawled onto the bed, lowering his head between your thighs. He could smell you as he closed in, the same familiar smell he’d spent the other night drowning himself in.
Using two thick fingers, he spread your lips, watching the slick strands of your arousal stretch and break as they moved further apart. Everything was glistening and wet, and it was all for him. He leaned in, licking a stripe up and collecting what he could on his tongue, bringing it in past his lips and letting the taste settle in his mouth before swallowing.
He became immediately addicted, going in and pressing his face against your mound, moaning loudly into it. He wondered if you’d notice the feeling of his textured skin against your thighs. Would you find that disgusting? Of course you would. You’d probably yell at him and throw him out of your apartment just for looking at you with that milky broken eye in his head while he ate you out.
Not while you were asleep though. While you were sleeping he could plunge two fingers into your tight little hole and feel your cunt clenching around him. In your sleep you wanted him, you were pulling his fingers in deeper like you were starving and needed to taste him. It wasn’t enough, his fingers just weren’t going to do it for you, you needed more.
Positioning himself between your limp legs, Basil brought his cock to your entrance, gliding it between your folds to get it slick with your juices. If you were awake he imagined you might be moaning, whimpering, maybe even begging for him. He tested your threshold, seeing how well the last man in there had stretched you out. Not very well it would seem.
Slowly, he slid himself in, shuddering as he felt your walls closing down over every inch. He used two fingers to hold your puffy lips open so he could watch your cunt swallowing his cock. He needed to last, he needed to keep himself from coming too soon again. He might be a pathetic freak, but he wasn’t going to spill his load like one.
Fuck.
He wondered if this was how he would keep you. It was entirely possible he’d just pumped a baby into you without your knowledge, but that was okay. It was perfect actually. You wouldn’t want to have a baby without someone around to help you, right? He’d be able to swoop in and be there for you, to care for you.
He touched your stomach as he pulled out of you. He shuddered on the way out, looking down at the mess he made as it trickled from your pretty little hole. Basil had never been so proud of something in all his life. He may have been a hideous monster, but he made you look so beautiful just by stuffing you with everything he could. He wanted to do more. He wanted to do it again.
But he wanted you to be awake this time.
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Another week went by of you and Basil trading food and notes throughout the day. It started the morning after he fucked your sleeping body that you came by with breakfast. He smiled and nearly cried again as he watched you put down the plate with a metal lid keeping it warm as if he’d ordered room service.
“Good morning. I don’t know if you like coffee but, you can come over and get some if you want,” you said, waiting to see if he’d respond.
He didn’t, instead he just stood there staring at you. He didn’t want to come over yet. Not while you were awake anyway. He couldn’t stand the idea of you seeing him and being afraid of what you saw. The thought of it was devastating and it hadn’t even happened yet.
“Um, no thank you. Thank you for the breakfast though I’m looking forward to it. You’re a great cook.” He said through the door.
You looked disappointed again. Were you lonely or something? Why did you care if your neighbor wanted to come over or not? You didn’t even know him, wasn’t that dangerous? He sniffed out a laugh at his own thoughts.
“It’s fine, my offer stands,” you started for your apartment again.
“I’ll cover lunch,” he said quickly before you disappeared.
When lunch came, he wanted to do something better than pizza. You deserved something good after what you’d done for him the other night, so he ordered from one of the fancy restaurants nearby and had it delivered to your door. When you retrieved your food, you furrowed your brow and smiled widely.
“Really? Gino’s? That place is pretty pricey.”
“Well, you’re really kind so… I thought I’d do something nice for you,” he felt nervous every time you spoke to him.
To his surprise, you left the bag in the hall and disappeared into your apartment. Did he do something wrong? He started panicking, thinking maybe he’d offended you somehow. Did you hate expensive food? Did you not like Gino’s? He reached for the handle, ready to pull the bag into his apartment and hope you forgot about it altogether when your door opened again and you stepped out with a folding chair in hand.
“Well, if you’re going to buy me an expensive meal, the least I can do is join you for lunch. Did you get something to eat?” You asked, sitting down and pulling out the meal he’d bought for you.
“Uh, well…” he felt his stomach grumble suddenly when he realized he hadn’t thought of his own hunger in the slightest, “I had a big breakfast.”
You chuckled, “Yeah so did I…here…”
Basil watched in awe, still shocked you were even giving him the time of day, as you sorted the containers of food and made two meals out of the one he bought. You reached for his door and then stopped, dropping your hand at your side.
“I know you like to keep to yourself, so I’ll leave this here and turn around so you can get it, okay?”
Why were you so understanding? Were you quite literally the epitome of perfection wrapped up in the most beautiful looking person he’d ever seen? Basil, at this point, was nearly certain he was having visual hallucinations. It wouldn’t be the first time since the incident that he’d thought he’d seen things…or heard things. Maybe this was just him going completely nuts. Maybe this was just an extension of his psychotic break. You put the box of food down and turned.
Slowly, Basil opened the door, not peeking his head out far enough that you’d be able to see even if you did turn around, and he pulled the food back inside. You didn’t even try to peek. You didn’t let - what he assumed to be - your morbid curiosity get the better of you. Basil pulled a chair over and sat with his half of the meal on the other side of the door.
He couldn’t see you now, but he could hear you, and that was good enough for him.
“So, you obviously saw me get ridiculously embarrassed last night,” you said from the other side of the door.
He smirked, thinking about how much he enjoyed you last night, and how much you seemed to enjoy him, despite not ever knowing he was there. You called it embarrassing, but to Basil, it was an amazing, and unwasted, opportunity to show you something better.
“Well, maybe it’s good that he’s doing this now instead of wasting your time later,” Basil said, taking a bite of his food.
He thought about Katherine and the way she’d been to him. She cheated on him for so long, and yet he stayed. Since seeing you, Basil considered that he never really loved her, he just hated the thought of admitting someone could cast him away so easily after so many years. He further hated the thought of losing the social status that came with having a girlfriend. Everyone seemed to respect you and treat you differently if you had a pretty girl on your arm. He would’ve dealt with the cheating to avoid the shame of admitting she’d cheated on him, but he never really loved her.
Not the way he loved you.
“You’re very right about that,” you agreed with a mouthful of food. “What about you? Are you seeing someone?”
Basil laughed loudly, “me? Is that a joke?”
“Hey, just because you’re a hermit doesn’t mean you don’t have some online girlfriend or something.”
“No…no, no one would be interested in me,” Basil felt the weight of his loneliness on his chest again.
“You seem like a sweet guy, and you do have great taste in music, I’m sure there’s someone out there who would love to date you,” you chuckled, “this kinda feels like a date.”
Basil put his food down, having completely lost his appetite in favor of this conversation with you. He stood, going back to the peephole. You must’ve heard him because you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours and stared.
“Why?” He asked. “This is weird.”
“What’s weird? Me talking to you about my dating life when you literally live next door to me? You probably know more about what’s happening in my personal life than anyone,” you said, shaking your head and putting your food on the floor too.
You got up and walked to the door, putting your palm on the wood paneling and resting it there.
“When I came in from that date, well, lack thereof, I called my best friend and my mom, and no one answered,” you looked at the floor and then back at the peephole. “Some stranger who I hardly know, but who also seems to be going through something, was kind enough to send me a pizza. That kinda checks off a lot of boxes for me as far as someone I might be interested in getting to know better.”
“What if you find out I’m actually a horrible person? Like you said, you don’t know me,” he retorted, thinking about what he’d done to that pizza you were so grateful for.
“Are you a murderer?” You asked bluntly, keeping your eye on the peephole.
“Well no, no I’m not.”
“Okay then I don’t think–”
“What if I’m hideous?”
“I don’t give a shit about looks really,” you sighed and sat back down in your chair. “I know this is weird, that’s why I just want to talk to you, get to know you a little. Is that alright?”
You were right. There was no harm in getting to know him, except it gave him hope. The last thing he could handle was the thought of you leading him on and then turning him down once you saw his face. What if getting to know you only made his obsession grow? How would he ever recover from the crushing despair if you rejected him once you saw what he really looked like?
“Fine,” he said, sitting back down.
For days you shared meals and stories, taking turns sitting outside the other’s door while getting to know one another. Basil was falling for you. It was more than just that obsession to fuck you now, it was that need to call you his. It was the need to have you smiling and laughing with him on a lazy Sunday morning or while apple picking in the fall. Simultaneously, it was the need to have you moaning his name while you took every inch he had.
He would overcome anything for you, even his greatest fear, which was risking your potential rejection of him.
He gave himself the excuse he needed to knock on your door and come inside. You’d had a heavy package delivered, and while he was certain you could handle it, he decided to offer some help. Basil knocked on your door, heart pounding with every step he heard you took toward him. He adjusted the paper bag on his head, knowing he looked foolish, but he wasn’t ready to show you everything yet.
You opened the door, and he saw your eyes scanning him up and down. This was the first time he was seeing you in the open while awake, and you took his breath away. It was evening, so the two of you had already had your dinner date. The UPS driver came late, and you probably hadn’t planned on company, hence the short shorts and ill-fitting tank top.
“Basil?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
You were judging him, he could tell. His palms started to sweat and he lost the ability to speak. Could he remember how to breathe?
“Oh, my package!” You exclaimed, walking over to it and trying uselessly to lift it.
“I got it,” he said, coming out of his stupor and rushing to aid you.
You thanked him as he brought the package into your apartment and placed it down on your floor by the couch with a heavy grunt. He stood up, stepping away from the package. His paper bag rustled as he did so.
“Thanks. I probably could’ve dragged that in here myself but…I appreciate the help,” you sighed, giving Basil a smile that nearly stretched ear to ear.
If you could see his face, you’d see how flushed his cheeks were at your charming expression.
“What?” He asked, keeping his eyes on you.
“I’m just happy to see you out of your apartment,” you explained sincerely. “You don’t have to keep the bag on unless you want to, but it’s going to be kinda hard to drink some wine with it on.”
You went to one of your cupboards and pulled out a bottle of Barefoot Moscato and two glasses.
“All I’ve got is white, and it’s cheap,” you said, pouring the drinks.
“Oh um…I’m not…I was going to go back…”
“Come on Basil, please just stay for one glass?”
How could he say no when you looked at him like that? So sweet and begging that it nearly brought a tear to his eye to even think about turning you down.
“Y-you really want me to s-stay? You don’t think I’m weird or–”
You laughed, “I mean, you are wearing a bag on your head, I can’t lie and say that’s not odd but…” you trailed off as you handed him the glass of wine. “We’re all a little weird right? I mean, I’m letting a guy I barely know have wine with me in my apartment with a bag on his head. Who’s weirder?”
Basil couldn’t help laughing. You made a good point, so he decided to try and relax, and the wine certainly helped. Three glasses in each and you were both feeling a bit more loose, but he was also feeling something else. While you were laughing and telling him about how annoying this girl at work was, your breasts were bouncing with every wild movement of your arms. He was mesmerized.
“-And when I tell you that’s all she ever does…are you listening?” The bag on Basil’s head shifted as he looked back at your eyes.
“Yeah, yes.”
You chuckled, looking down at your chest and back up at him, shaking your head.
“All you men are the same, just after one thing huh?” You asked, downing a fourth glass of wine.
Basil’s heart stopped in terror. No. No, you couldn’t possibly think that of him could you?
“No, no it’s the wine I’m sorry I was zoning out and I wasn’t even looking at them I…I’m so sorr–”
“I’m kidding. You think I would’ve answered the door when I saw it was you out there wearing this if I didn’t want you to look at me?”
Basil let out a half-hearted chuckle, trying to breathe again, “kidding, right…” he finished off another glass as well. It was then that he realized what you’d said. “You want me to l-look at you? Like…like you…” he gulped, “you want me to…”
You laughed, nodding and sighing at him affectionately.
“Basil, I think you’re a nice guy, I want you to look at me.”
His mind was fuzzy, and even with only one good eye, he could see clearly as you started to bring the straps of your tank top down. Either your self-esteem was so on the floor, and you’d take your top off for any man that gave you the time of day, or you were really into him. He didn’t want to get his hopes up only to have them crushed, so he took what he could get, and enjoyed the moment, watching you lower your top down, showing your beautiful chest off in a lacy bralette.
You couldn’t see the way Basil’s jaw dropped, or see the way the drool dribbled down his chin, but he couldn’t breathe again.
“I’m going to assume that you like what you see, even though I can’t tell what you’re looking at…” you raised your eyebrows.
“Yes, yes I’m sorry I’m just…wow…”
“Wanna feel ‘em?” You asked with a hiccup.
Could you get cuter? Your big, gorgeous eyes were looking at him from the other side of the couch, begging for validation. You really needed someone as pathetic as him to validate you? Someone so beautiful needed his reassurance to feel adequate? You were practically asking him to tell you just how much he loved your tits and wanted them. Who was he to deny you?
“Um…I…”
Before he could stutter any longer, you were crawling on the couch over to him, sitting on your knees, your chest perked up for him to admire. Basil’s cock had been at half mast for the better part of the hour, and now it was threatening to bust through the seam holding it back. With a shaking hand, he reached out, touching your breast underneath the thin fabric of the bralette. You bit your lip as his thumb brushed over your hard nipple.
“You have really big hands,” you said with a giggle that made Basil’s body spark with an electric shock.
“You like that? Big hands?” He asked, bringing his other hand to cup your neglected right breast.
“I do,” your tone was sultry and sweet.
A breathy moan escaped as his hands massaged your tits, taking his time to rub his thumbs over your peaks, feeling the way they got harder under the bralette. He pinched them, enjoying the way you whimpered when he did. You were so sensitive, he knew you would be, he could feel it.
He felt something else too, the unmistakable and insurmountable arousal growing inside of him and pooling in his groin. He cursed under his breath, squeezing your tits tight while he felt the heat, shooting in spurts, and wetting his lap, making a mess of himself…right in front of you. Basil froze, afraid to move, afraid that you would see how pathetic he was, blowing his load after only touching you for a second.
“Did…did you just…” you started, looking down at the dark, wet spot on his lap.
“I’m so sorry, this has never happened to me before,” he lied, trying to cover himself with his hands. “I’ll go, oh my–”
“No wait,” you say, putting a hand on his shoulder before he could leave. “Are you kidding me? That’s so fucking hot.”
That was it, the proof Basil needed to convince himself that you were all in his head. Though he usually couldn’t feel his hallucinations, not like this anyway. He would’ve kissed you right then, but he couldn’t. You still didn’t know what he looked like, and no matter how much of his odd behavior you were willing to accept, he couldn’t be certain you would accept his deformity.
“Can you bend over for me?” He asked, voice soft and pleading.
You bit your lip and nodded slowly, turning around and putting a throw pillow under your chest. Basil removed the bag from his face, letting it drop off to the side of the couch. He could see you much more clearly now, bent over so nicely for him, rear poised and ready for him to touch. He stood up and unclasped his belt, then pulled down his soiled pants and boxer briefs, discarding them on the floor.
“Can you promise me you won’t look?” He asked, holding onto your hips as he positioned himself behind you.
You giggled and nodded, “yeah, I won’t look, I promise.”
He leaned over you, “thank you,” he whispered in your ear, feeling your body shudder in response, “such a sensitive girl.”
You whined as he kissed down your shoulder, bringing his hands to your waist and holding tightly. He ran his cock between your ass cheeks, feeling the sweet friction they provided was going to set him off again so soon after he just came. You said it was hot though…
“I’m sorry, it’s coming again I can’t stop–ah!”
Basil moved his hips faster and faster until he was shooting heavy ropes of white all over your back, getting some on the couch. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, despite your saying how much you liked it. You laughed again, wiggling your ass a little and rubbing it along his length.
“Such a needy boy,” you taunted, “get it in me next time.”
He furrowed his brow, running the fat tip of his cock along your slit. You still made him so fucking hard, no matter how many times he came, he could keep going as long as you were around. Basil watched your lips part, swallowing him whole until his pubic hair was brushing against your rear. He whined, feeling your walls flutter around him and hearing your satisfied sigh.
“Yes, oh wow, you’re f-fucking h-huge,” you said, gasping as though he’d been pounding you for hours, but he still hadn’t moved since he slid into you.
“You really like it? You think it’s big?” He pulled back, seeing how wet you made his cock until he slammed forward again.
You cried out, “oh god yes!”
Basil squeezed your waist tighter, finding a smooth rhythm that kept you wailing and drooling on your own couch. He watched you hold onto the arm of the couch, burying your face into the pillow and screaming into it like he was killing you. He pushed on your back, forcing you to gasp and groan, face being forced into the cushions.
He leaned forward, kissing your shoulder, “tell me how much you like it,” he whispered, “please, I need to hear you tell me how good I feel.”
“I-oh god I can’t-mm!”
“Please,” he begged pathetically, kissing your back again, “tell me it’s good, please.”
“It’s good Basil it’s…oh!”
He felt your pussy squeeze around him, and when he looked down he could see it throbbing while you gushed over his cock. You were incoherent, making high pitched whines as you continued losing yourself in the euphoria. He’d slowed his movements, trying once again to contain himself a little longer. It was clear you wanted more when you started moving on him again on your own, taking what you knew you needed.
“Basil,” you mewled.
He leaned into you again, “yeah?”
“I want to see you, please,” you said, voice pleading for the one thing he never wanted to give you.
Basil would give you his soul, his body, everything in his bank account in order to avoid letting you see his fucking face. He slammed into your hips, growing a little frustrated with your curiosity. Did you want to see it so you could mock him? So you could laugh at the man while he fucked you full? Why did you need to see him so badly?
“I want to see your face when you come,” you said as though you could read his mind.
Basil pulled out of you.
This was it.
He couldn’t keep hiding from you.
He sat back, feeling the cool leather of the couch against his rear.
“Fine,” he said coldly, feeling dread weighing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
You turned around slowly until you finally met his gaze. Your lips parted slowly, eyes scanning over his face as though you were mapping it out, memorizing the details. As you leaned in closer, Basil turned his face away from you, shielding the deformity from your eyes as though it might make you hate it less. He could feel the tears welling, he was already anticipating your harsh words.
“Why are you hiding from me? Pretty boy,” you cooed in the softest voice, reaching out a hand and touching his scarred cheek, turning him to face you.
“W-what did you just say?” He asked, a tear spilling over and running down his cheek.
“I can’t believe you’d keep your beautiful face hidden from me like that,” you climbed over his lap, straddling his hips.
“Are you playing with me? Huh? What’s your angle? Are you going to go to work tomorrow and tell all your friends you fucked a freak?” He was getting angry, but trying to keep it from boiling over.
You giggled, “do you really think that lowly of me, Basil?” your face closed in on his and your lips brushed against the rippled skin on his cheek softly.
He choked out a moan as you lowered yourself on him, stuffing your cunt full of him once again. You liked his face? You really liked it? He threw his head back, hair falling out of his eyes as he looked up at you. He guided you as you bounced up and down on his dick, feeling it bruising the deepest parts of you. You brought your hands to the back of his head, holding onto his dark curls tight while you kissed him deeply.
“Mm, you’re so so-good-baby,” he growled lowly, “use me, use me to get off again, I want you to come on me again and again I–”
“Shh,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his, forcing your tongue past his lips, and the second he tasted you, he let out a whimpering moan.
He squeezed your hips tighter, intoxicated by the feeling of you, and the sounds of your wet pussy slapping against his lap. He started rolling his hips upward, feeling himself getting deeper and deeper with every pass. It was like your body knew he belonged in there, making room for him as it should. You let out a guttural moan, deep from inside of you, and Basil could feel your cunt starting to flutter around him again.
He latched his lips to your neck, and you immediately held onto both of his shoulders and lurched forward, hips freezing while your cunt contracted over him in waves. Basil came once again, cock throbbing while it filled your little hole with everything he had. He pulled your hips down, placing both hands on top of your thighs and holding you there while he rutted upward, sobbing as he did.
He couldn’t believe you let him take you. He couldn’t believe you called him pretty. Most of all, he couldn’t believe that when you were both finished, panting heavily on the couch as clarity set in, you didn’t call him an ugly monster and scream at him to leave your apartment.
“So you…was that…did I do alright? You liked it? You don’t think I’m hideous?”
“Basil…” you leaned in and kissed his nose, “you’re perfect.”
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Hey, its ya girl, ominoose. Honoured to be here on opening night.
I would like to request Jake Lockley, Blue Jones and Basil Stitt with a curvy/chubby reader please! XOXOXO
Jake, Blue, Basil, with a curvy reader
Summary: Some headcanons for Jake, Blue, and Basil with a curvalicious reader
Warnings: Masturbation(male), possessiveness, unhealthy relationships in Basil's section, recording, thigh fucking, dollification(?)in Blue's section, a small bit of titty worship if you squint
Notes: MUSHI omg, yes yes yes 1000% yes, autistic bisexual curvy oscar isaac lovers RISSSEEE- I kinda got carried away with Basil's section hehehe but I hope you enjoy nonetheless :)
Jake Lockley
OK so if there's one thing we know about Jake, he is the opposite of shy, especially when it comes to his affections for you
Man lives and breathes to just look at you
The bastard will fucking pout if you're going out and you don't wear tight clothes
"But, hermosa, I wanna show you off, you're so hot. Everybody wishes they were you, prometo."
He's so proud you're his, there is nothing about you he doesn't love. Like I said earlier, he just likes to look at you.
All the curves and bumps, your soft tummy, your plush thighs, he can't get enough.
You will be sitting in his lap most of the time and this is non negotiable
It's half a sex thing for him and half that you're basically his plushie that he likes to cuddle, just having you sit pretty on his lap, all warm and squishy, makes him feel better
I think he'd definitely be into thigh fucking like c'mon now it's obvious
Feeling and seeing his dick between your squishy thighs just makes him go feral
I've said it before I'll say it again he fucking lives for making Marc and Steven jealous and recording himself fucking your thighs on Steven's phone for the poor guy to find later is just one of the many ways he does that
He talks alot too, just to rub it in further
"Guau, qué chica tan bonita. Hmm? You're so beautiful aren't you, baby? So perfect and squishy for me, I bet Marc and Steven wish they were here right now, huh? Don't you agree? Yeah, I bet you do."
Blue Jones
Oh no
If you thought Jake was bad you have a whole nother thing coming
Blue will PERSONALLY make sure all the costumes you wear on stage highlight just how curvy and plush you are.
But no one else is allowed to touch you
Oh no, that right's reserved for him and him alone
Tbh even when you're not performing, he'll want you to be wearing tight fitting shirts so he can stare at your boobies as you go about your day
Yeah he's a tit guy, don't get me wrong he loves all parts of your body but titties just do it for him
Him and Jake are very similar tbh, he also likes to show you off.
When high rollers are in the club you'll be sitting on his lap and no one else's
You're his doll, toy, barbie even
He likes to dress you up and play with you ;)
I'm serious he will pick out outfits for only him to see you in, dress you up in them, sit you on his lap and brush your hair
Like I said you're his toy, his stress ball, even
Just squeezing you will calm him down, any part of you, it's almost grounding to him
He talks to you in these moments, but it's just sort of general babbling about how shit his day was, and all you have to do is sit in his lap and let him nuzzle your breasts
"You're so good to me, bunny. I don't deserve you, do I? No matter what I do you're always here.. always so soft for me.."
Basil Stitt
Ah, everyone's favorite recluse
Look at the way this man lives and tell me he's not a porn addict please
YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT
So we've established that he's a greasy little basement dweller who watches porn on the regular
And we all know that most mainstream porn showcases sort of a singular body type (no hate to my skinny ladies btw ily mwah mwah)
Like it never occurred to him that he might find chubby ladies attractive
So when you, his new neighbour, moving into the apartment across the hall from him, knock on his door to say hi with the most wonderful tight leggings on he basically dies on the spot
The way your thighs looked so squishy and plush- he just wanted to grab them and sink his teeth into them
He tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible because he knew he would've ended up moaning out loud at any point
And then you turn around to walk away AND HE SEES YOUR ASS he's dead he's so dead
The next time he sees you, you're coming back from a night out, clearly a little tipsy, and wearing the shortest, tightest black dress he's ever seen, he dies a second time
His face is pressed up agaisnt the peephole in his door so he can watch you
You drop your keys at one point and bend over to pick them up and he basically cums in his pants untouched
Groaning and falling to his knees as his now softening dick rubs against the wet patch in his jeans
He makes it a point to watch you whenever he can now
He learns your schedule off by heart, it becomes his schedule. Probably has alarms set for it on his phone
Like "Oh , it's 9AM, time to watch my neighbour leave for work." "Oh its 8:30 time to watch her come home."
He really desperately wants to talk to you more but the poor guy is just so insecure :(
This cycle continues for a while.. until one fateful day, you come back from your weekly night out, in the same tight black dress that he loves so much on you... but this time... you're accompanied by a man
The both of your are similarly a little drunk, giggling and fumbling over the keys to your apartment
What? What's this? A friend, brother... partner? Basil silently begs you from behind the door to not let him into your apartment but oh god that's exactly what you do
He feels the tears running down his face before he realises he's crying, pleading for you to stop from behind his door.
His pleads turn to shouts as you close the door, sniffling and crying
Definitely fucks up his apartment again in his anguish
And when he's done that he angrily jerks off, to get back at you? He's not sure. He doesn't even know if you're having sex with the guy, or if it's just a friend you're letting crash at your place, but he's so obsessed with you he can't imagine it being any other reason that you would "betray" him like that
His poor cock is red and sore and he realises he shouldn't have tugged on it so hard 🥺 poor baby
He spends the next day crying in bed, it feels like you've dumped him when you're both barely more than acquaintances but by this point he's formed a sort of parasocial relationship with you, and your soft tummy, that he can't get over the prospect of you even looking at other men
And so, it's decided. He's going to go, knock on your door, and talk to you.... tomorrow. One day. He will do it! Just.. not today.
#blue jones#blue jones sucker punch#blue jones x reader#blue jones smut#mushi ♡#jake lockley#jake lockely x reader#jake lockely smut#jake lockley moonknight#basil stitt#lightning face#basil stitt x reader#basil stitt smut
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Angie's WIP.
(October to November)
Disclaimer: I might not be able to fit all of these updates in one month since I still have classes and it's hard to write a lot of stuff when ur own ur own, yk?? Thanks for being patient babes 💅 tags are open ❤️ lmk if u wanna be tagged in a certain fic.
✅ - published.
kinktober. (+18)
- lust is a drug (marc spector) ✅
- what's your favorite horror movie? (marc spector)
- lovely dolly (steven grant)
- bimbo doll (jake lockley)
requests.
- i see you (basil stitt) (one shot)
- pink lace (jock!miguel o'hara x chubby bimbo!f!reader) (one shot) (18+)
- riding the moon boys (headcanon) (18+)
- soft hubby (multiple oscar characters) (headcanon)
- steven grant overstimulating bimbo!reader (drabble) (18+)
- marc spector and steven grant with vampire!reader (headcanon)
- baby machine (miguel o'hara x reader) (drabble) (18+)
#moon knight#steven grant#jake lockley#miguel o'hara#marc spector#steven grant smut#across the spiderverse#smut#x reader#x bimbo!reader#kinktober#miguel o'hara smut#basil stitt
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Master list
Key: 🌧️-angst, 🎀-parental, 🌻-fluff
Stories
The sacrifice. Bucky Barnes x Yn Zombie Apocalypse AU Story. 10 chapters. Completed. 🌻🌧️
I Miss When We First Met. Draco x YN Potter. Enemies to lovers, love triangle, slow burn. Completed🌧️🌻
Marvel Oneshots
Truth. Loki x yn. enemies to lovers 🌧️🌻
Support. Dad Tony 🌻🎀
Ily3000. Dad Tony comfort 🌻🌧️🎀
Assistance. teen yn sh comfort w/tony stark 🎀🌧️🌻
Let it out. Bucky hurt/comfort 🌧️🌻
Forevermore. Dad Loki🎀🌻
Rainy Nights. Fem Loki x reader 🌻
Widow friends. Platonic Yelena x yn🌻
Moon dad's meet yn🎀🌻
Moon dad's part 2 🎀🌻
Hot Coffee. Wanda x GN!yn 🌻
Date night Drama. Dad tony, romantic Bucky. 🌻🎀
Sick Mornings. Dad Clint Barton x GN!yn 🌻🎀
Mob!Dad!Bucky x teen!YN🎀🌻
OverprotectiveDad!StephenStrangexGN!teen!yn🎀🌻
Unbearable. F!Loki x GN!YN sh comfort 🎀🌧️
Sick Nights. Kate Bishop x YN 🌻🎀
Runaway. Dad tony, brother Peter x teen!yn🎀🌻🌧️
Home. Dad!Stucky x overwhelmed YN 🌧️🌻🎀
Giving the avengers pride flags!!Pride month fluff🌻🏳️🌈
Star Wars One-shots
Din Djarin x teen!GN!yn🎀🌻🌧️ part 2
Harry Potter one-shots/HC
Draco x Male Reader HC 🌻🏳️🌈
FTM!Regulus HC hurt/comfort jegulus🌧️🌻🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Rosekiller headcanons🌻🏳️🌈
Dad Wolfstar/brother Harry Headcannons GN!yn🌻🎀
Dating James Potter Headcannons🌻
Platonic Ominis, Sebastian, Anne x GN!yn🌧️🌻
Sebastian/Ominis x Yn dating HC 🌻
Seb and Omi depression comfort🌧️🌻
Blonde hair. Draco's sister🌧️🌻🎀
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Basil Stitt "lightning face" x GN!teen!YN🎀🌻🌧️
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Marvel men react to you being upset 🌧️🌻
React to you being overwhelmed 🌧️🌻
React to you coming out🌻🏳️🌈
Marvel characters as your parents🎀🌻
Going to vormir with you🌧️
React to you getting sick🌧️🌻
React to you on your period 🌻
Falling asleep on them🌻
Proposing to you🌻
Taking you on a date🌻
React to you passing out🌧️🌻
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Platonic = 🌼 Fluff = 🌺 Smut =🌹 Lime =⚘️ Angst = 🥀 Yandere =🍁
Imagines
Temptation - Bucky 🌹
Khonsu's Turn - Khonsu 🌹
Gentle Touch - Loki 🌺
Sit Upon The Throne - Loki 🌹
Praises - Marc 🌹
Combos
After Class Punishments - Moon System 🌹
Reflections - Moon System 🌹
Incorrect Quotes
Crusty... What? - Bucky, Natasha
Drabbles
Oneshots
Drive On - Jake 🌹
Take A Breather - Miguel 🌹
Blood Flood - Peter 🌺
Combos
Save Him - Moon System 🥀🌺
Three For The Price Of One - Moon System 🌹
Series
Different Versions Oscar Isaac Characters: Moon System, Marcus, Shiv, Basil Stitt, Jonathan Levy, Llewyn Davis, William Tell, Cecil Dennis, Robbie Paulson, Outcome 3 (David), Santiago Gracia, Kane, Nathan Bateman, Leto Atreides, Poe Dameron, Peter Malkin, Bassam, Prince John, Orestes, Laurent Leclaire, Oscar Isaac
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Omegaverse
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Flashing Lights - Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes 🌺
Movie Marathon - Jake Lockley, Peter Parker, Pietro Maximoff, Bucky Barnes 🌹
NSFW and SFW Alphabet
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Apologizing After A Fight - Moon System
Dating An Artist - Moon System
they accidentally hurt you when having a nightmare - Moon System
Them when Your On Your Period - Stephen Strange, Loki Laufeyson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker
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Hi! It’s me again! Only more miserable this time(short version🩸🚺) can I request some Steven grant or basil stitt headcanons with a fem reader going through THAT week🥺
ALSO I LOVE YOUR KINKTOBER SERIES TURNED OUT ABSOLUTELY LOVELY🤤
Men that know what they're talking about when it comes to periods >>>
Warnings/content: talk about periods, fluff, just both of them being good bfs.
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Although Basil would be a bit… "uneasy" at first, he'd soon come around to understanding thanks to some lessons from you.
He'd do WHATEVER you told him to do.
If you're stuck in bed with cramps and wanted food, he'd order your favourite takeaway.
Or if you needed more painkillers and a refill of your water bottle, he'd be on it ASAP; he's basically your butler for the week.
He'd sit with you on the couch so you can use his hand as a heating pad, since he's always so warm.
He'd make sure to give you extra bits of affection too, like hugs and forehead kisses.
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Steven, on the other hand, would be completely prepared.
To be honest, he'd probably know more about it than you, at least biologically anyway.
He'd have the same products you use at his apartment just in case you get it suddenly or want to stay the night.
He'd insist on coming over and doing all of your chores for you on particularly bad cramp days.
The cupboard would always be filled with your favourite chocolate, too, for all times of the month.
His favourite thing to do is have you in his lap facing him, his arms wrapped around you and engulfing you in his body so that you can get some rest, the heat from his body being enough to soothe you.
He'd be willing to rush out and pick up whatever you need in the blink of an eye.
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Requests. ♡
My request are open rn! ♡
Oscar Isaac characters that I can write about:
♡ - Marc Spector. (Moon knight)
♡ - Steven Grant. (Moon Knight)
♡ - Jake Lockley. (Moon knight)
♡ - Jonathan Levy. (Scenes from a marriage)
♡ - Llewyn Davis. (Inside Llewyn Davis)
♡ - Rydal Keener. (The two faces of january)
♡ - Santiago García. (Triple frontier)
♡ - Orestes. (Agora)
♡ - William Tell. (The card counter)
♡ - Will Dempsey. (Life itself)
♡ - Miguel O'hara. (Across the spider-verse)
♡ - Blue Jones. (Sucker punch)
♡ - Nathan Bateman. (Ex-machina)
♡ - Shiv. (Pu-239)
♡ - Cecil. (Revenge for Jolly)
♡ - Leto Atreides. (Dune)
♡ - Nick Wasicsko. (Show me a hero)
♡ - Mikael Boghosian. (The promise)
♡ - Poe Dameron. (Star wars)
♡ - Basil Stitt. (Lightning face)
♡ - Richard. (The letter room)
♡ - Roger. (Suburbicon)
♡ - Abel Morales. (A most violent year)
♡ - Laurent LeClaire. (In secret)
♡ - Outcome 3. (The Bourne legacy)
♡ - Robbie Paulson. (Law & order)
Characters I can write about but I may judge you. (I will lol)
♡ - Oedipus. (The Oedipus project)
♡ - St Joseph. (Nativity)
♡ - Anselm. (Big Gold Brick)
Please specify if you are interested in a one shot or some headcanons. ♡
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LGBTQ headcanons for Oscar Isaac characters bc it's Pride Month and I'm an queer🏳️🌈
I skipped some characters because I either had no opinion on them or because they were/are a real person (excluding El Catorce bc if the movie can take that many creative liberties then so can I). Also this is all in good fun; if you don't agree with my headcanons that's perfectly fine
Abel Morales: cishet😔
Basil Stitt: Questioning
Blue Jones: heteroflexible menace
Cecil Dennis: polyamorous polysexual polygender 🙏
Frank (from All About The Benjamins): that's a nonbinary gay man my dudes
Jack Jackson: Unlabeled because "man should not be constrained by imperfect constructions and ideologies, brother"
Jake Lockely: I'm sorry ladies but Jake is a Homosexual 🤷♂️
Johnathan Levy: yeah that's a straight man
Kane (from Annihilation): bisexual, does drag occasionally
Laurent: aggressively heterosexual
Leto Atreides: pansexual
Llewyn Davis: has sex with women but identifies as gay
Lucien (from Ticky Tacky): aromantic heterosexual
Marc Spector: he/they bisexual disaster
Marcus (from The Life Before Her Eyes): cishet (degratotary)
Michael Perry: heterosexual trans man
Mikael Boghosian: cishet but a #Ally
Nathan Bateman: thinks he would be ~open enough~ to have partners of a variety of genders but is actually Thee Most Cishet Man.
Outcome #3: gaaaay
Poe Dameron: trans gay trans gay trans gay-
Reeves: cishet (affectionate)
Rydal Keener: Vintage Bisexual TM
Robbie Paulson: genderqueer grayace
Santiago Garcia: bisexual, Kinky
Steven Grant: demisexual, into women and nonbinary people
Victoriano "El Catorce" Ramirez: gay because I think it'd be funny since the real Victoriano Ramirez was known to have many lady friends in addition to his wife
Will Dempsey: Cishet TM
William Tell: has had sex with men but identifies as straight
#purely self indulgent#typed this up while we were waiting for the pride parade to start lol#idk what to tag this as#oscar isaac#?#headcanon#i could tag all the characters but that seems like a lot of work#mine
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lightningface icons | basil stitt
small psa: i am autistic!! asd basil is purely my own headcanon! negativity will be blocked!
credit is not necessary but appreciated! please like/reblog if you save/use! if you have any characters you would like send me an ask & lmk if they're canon or headcanons!!!
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oh boy it’s the 9 o’clock news
It is 9 pm on a Sunday night, so consider this a news-broadcast PSA: I am now expanding this blog from just Jon-related things to works that encompass the gamut of Oscar-boys, too!
I’m a big Oscar Isaac fan and I’ve been writing about Miguel and Poe for a hot minute here, but I’m also going to do stuff for his more, let’s say, ‘rare’ or ‘underappreciated’ roles.
I’m going to do a quick breakdown here of the Oscar characters I’m familiar with (from films of his I’ve seen so far), and if there are roles that aren’t listed, I haven’t seen them yet! Any ones I’m not going to write about will be at the bottom, explicitly stated as not being written about.
So, without further ado, here’s the list so far!
1. Miguel O’Hara, Marvel Cinematic Universe and Comics: I’ve already written about Miggy on here, and you all know I love and adore him. However, for anyone who missed it, here’s a brief synopsis about Miguel. Miguel O’Hara is a version of Spider-Man in the Marvel Comics Universe AND, now, the Marvel Cinematic Universe. He appeared briefly as the after-credits scene in Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse, where he was played by Oscar. Miguel comes from the year 2099 and is a completely unique Spider-Person, not only in terms of his range of powers, but his personality. Miguel is intelligent, sarcastic, determined, and passionate.
2. Poe Dameron, Star Wars: You know him, you love him, and he’s an iconic staple of the newest Star Wars trilogy. One of the most (if not the absolute) recognizable of Oscar’s roles, Poe is a hot-shot X-Wing pilot with a sharp tongue, warm heart, and intense desire to bring light and freedom to the galaxy. Poe is kind, excitable, comedic, and playful.
3. Orestes, Agora: A ‘rare’ or, more aptly, underappreciated role of Oscar’s, Orestes is the prefect of Alexandria. Orestes is boyish and clever, with a quick mind and a loving heart. He is loyal, driven, tender, and thoughtful.
4. Reeves, 10 Years: Another underappreciated role of Oscar’s, Reeves is a successful musician whose folk-style songs have become major hits across the U.S., and he is often on tour. Reeves is a nostalgic, sweet, humble, and affectionate.
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5. Standard Gabriel, Drive: Oscar was SO underused in his role in Drive. Standard Gabriel is a down-to-earth man recently released from prison; he loves his family, adoring his son, and would do anything to keep them safe. Standard is protective, modest, loving and introspective.
6. Rydal Keener, The Two Faces of January: Rydal Keener is an American working in Greece as a tour guide, having recently graduated college. Rydal enjoys poetry and history. Rydal is witty, youthful, romantic, and intense.
7. Abel Morales, A Most Violent Year: Abel is a Mexican-American businessman in New York; his business is successful, but he is frequently bullied by other businesses, though he is determined to stand up against them. Abel is gentle, good-hearted, noble, and focused.
8. Mikael Boghosian, The Promise: Mikael is an Armenian doctor whose purpose in life is to heal and help others. He is generous and romantic, guided by his passionate heart. Mikael is sensitive, devoted, kindly, and soothing.
9. Llewyn Davis, Inside Llewyn Davis: Llewyn is a down-on-his-luck performer whose love of folk music takes him wherever the wind blows. He is struggling but trying to mature, despite being weighed down by tragedies and inner conflict. Llewyn is sardonic, dreaming, rash, and lonesome.
10. Robbie Paulson, Law & Order: Criminal Intent: A very minor, very early role of Oscar’s, Robbie is a nurse working in New York. He is the unfortunate victim of mental manipulation, but now free and on his way towards true healing. Robbie is child-like, enthusiastic, ardent, and a little needy.
11. Bud Cooper, Suburbicon: Yet another grievously underused Oscar performance, Bud is an insurance claims investigator in Los Angeles. (We’re ignoring canon on this one, lads.) Bud is teasing, goofy, strategic and fun.
12. Shiv, Pu-239: Another minor Oscar role, Shiv is a young Russian man trying to make ends meet in post-Soviet Moscow. (We’re also ignoring canon on this one. For Reasons.) Shiv is guileless, heartfelt, sincere and charming.
13. Basil Stitt, Lightningface: One of two short-film roles Oscar has been in, Basil is a (presumably) New York businessman who is one day struck by lightning, scarring half of his face terribly. He goes into shock and locks himself in an apartment, beginning a journey of hallucinatory self-investigation. Basil is self-conscious, anxious, melodramatic, and curious.
14. Lucien, Ticky-Tacky: The other of the short-film roles, Lucien is a rich man with incredible mood swings and dramatic behaviors. Lucien is juvenile, erratic, tempestuous, and clingy.
15. John “Jack” Jackson, Mojave: An American veteran with an incredible mind (gone rogue) and taste for literature, Jack wanders the wilderness of the Mojave desert, stirring up trouble. Jack is astute, comical, fiery, and singular.
There are more Oscars I’d like to write about (such as Outcome #3 from The Bourne Legacy, Will Dempsey from Life Itself, Michael Perry from Won’t Back Down, Evgeni from W.E.), but I still am catching up with his filmography!
Here, however, are the Oscars I won’t be writing about.
1. Nathan Bateman, Ex Machina.
2. Blue Jones, Sucker Punch.
3. Prince John/John, King of England, Robin Hood.
Anyway, that’s the list so far! Keep an eye out for these names and these boys, and let me know if you want to know more about them (TL;DRs for their plots, headcanons I have for them, plot derivations I have for them, etc), or if there’s a different Oscar you’d like to see me talk about who wasn’t mentioned here!
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Basil Stitt - The Free Use Chronicles - Random Horny Thots
NSFW - thanks @guruan-isnt-here for your input regarding Basil’s um…bathroom release.
You’re sitting on the couch when you hear a familiar whimper in the bathroom. Slowly, you walk toward the sound, steps muffled by your socks. Skin against skin mixed with heavy - and deliciously pathetic - breathing.
Basil is jerking off.
You should knock…but you decide against it. When you open the door, you’re graced with the beautiful look of surprise splayed over Basil’s face. He gasps, fist closed over his fat, leaking cock, eyes turning up to look at you as his mouth falls open.
“B-baby I…o-oh f-fuuu-”
Hot white strings shoot from the strangled head of Basil’s dick. His glistening cum spills around his fingers and coats the back of his hand. He looks at the ground, cheeks going flush under your gaze. You wait patiently for his breathing to go back to normal before you speak.
“Basil, w-what are you doing?” You ask, despite it being perfectly obvious.
“S-sorry I…I just…you wore that thin shirt and…and you don’t have on a bra so your nipples are…they’re…” he wipes some drool off his lips and looks away from you.
“Why didn’t you just take what you needed from me then? I was sitting right there on the couch with you, you don’t need to do this. Next time, Basil, I want you to use me. Any time you need, you can just have me.”
At first, Basil doesn’t quite understand. Surely you can’t mean any-time. So when he looks at you with that deep furrowed brow and confused expression, you elaborate.
“Literally any time you want me, you can have me. My mouth, my hands, my pussy…” you give him a reassuring grin, “my body belongs to you.”
Basil looks like he could cry, but holds it back, nodding slowly before getting up to start cleaning himself off.
The next evening…
You’re doing the dishes after dinner, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re surprised he hasn’t done anything yet. If you could read his mind, the truth is that he’s still hesitant to just take you. While he stands there in the kitchen though, seeing the way your pretty thighs pressed together as your skirt rode up your hips, he can’t ignore the growing need pooling in his stomach.
You’re prepared, wearing nothing under the shirt skirt just in case he needs you. You feel him crowd in behind you, breath hot and kissing the sensitive skin on your neck.
“Are you sure this…” he presses his denim covered bulge against your ass, “is okay?”
You breathe out a moan, “feel me…”
Basil uses both hands to tuck under the fabric of your skirt, pushing it up over your rear. He shudders at the sight of your pretty ass, not expecting you to have gone commando just for him. He pulls down his pants and boxer-briefs as one, wrapping a firm hand around his girth.
He uses the thick head of his cock to slide between your folds; he shudders feeling how warm and wet you are already. You’re ready for him. Basil whimpers, sliding forward and bottoming out as deep as he can get into your soaking heat. You’re so drenched that when he snaps his hips forward again, the sound of your skin slaps loudly into the kitchen.
Basil reaches his hand around your waist and flattens it on your tummy, pulling you back while sliding himself forward to feel you deeper. He reaches his other hand up to cup one of your bouncing tits. - bouncing because he can’t stop thrusting faster and faster because it feels so fucking good -.
He’s sorry - so fucking sorry - for the way he’s fucking you so hard your hips slam against the counter. He’ll make it up to you later when his face is covered in your juices and your thighs are shaking against his ears.
Basil doesn’t last long, no more than three minutes and his face is against your spine, rasping loudly and he’s pulling you back over his cock, planting his spend deep in your slick hole. His body jolts, he feels your cunt clench around him, milking whatever’s left in his dick.
He’s so eager already to take you again, but his cock is going soft inside you as he comes down from his high. The sound of his cum dripping on the floor as he slips out of you is all you can focus on, mind numb from the feeling of Basil using you like you asked. You turn around and touch his scarred cheek.
“Was I a good little fuck toy? Did you like using me baby?”
Breathless, Basil leans into you, slotting his lips over yours.
“Mm, yes…t-thank you,” he whispers, “thank you for that.”
You giggle at his beautifully pathetic and hooded gaze.
“Don’t thank me, just remember…any…time…”
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So you know how you did that lactation kink with Steven? Can we have one for Basil
NONNIE CAN YOU HAVE…
Yes…yes you can (below the cut)
NSFW, forced pregnancy, lactation kink
Basil, much as we love him, would do anything to make sure you can’t leave him. He already doesn’t think he’s good enough for you, you deserve to be with someone who doesn’t have a monstrous face - his words not yours - , and he’ll go to toxic lengths to trap you.
This includes, but is not limited to…
Poking holes in the condoms you insisted he wear since your first time together.
Being nice enough to hand you your birth control pill instead of you going and getting it from the bathroom on your own. (It’s a placebo).
Being overly possessive and begging you to keep the baby when you discover you somehow got pregnant despite all the measures you were taking to prevent it.
Basil isn’t shy about his excitement toward your leaking, milky tits. They’re practically falling out of your shirt, taunting him with every step you take, bouncing slightly. The moment he notices the dark spots from the spillage through your clothes, he’s feral.
Your breasts are already a point of comfort for him, making him feel safe and warm, so when they’re filled with a delicious, sweet liquid…he just can’t get enough.
He’s constantly on them whenever the opportunity arises, but he especially loves when it’s at night, you’re sleepy and pliant for him, and he’s tugging your shorts aside desperately. Basil’s always been needy, whimpering while he ruts against your clothed ass, thigh, or whatever he can rub his cock against. He’s not picky.
But now it’s different. Now he’s biting at your shirts, making little holes in them so they’re easier to tear while he whines pathetically. He’s pulling your tits out and squeezing them until you cry just so he can drink every last drop you have.
He’s apologizing because he knows it hurts but he can’t stop. He’s crying too because he kinda feels bad, but you taste so good it’s infuriating.
You need to stop crying because it’s pissing him off.
He puts a hand over your mouth to shut you up while he keeps fucking you and sucking your engorged breasts until they’re empty. He knows he’s an asshole, in fact, he murmurs this several times over your nipple, but he can’t help himself. It just feels too good to stop. If you love him then you should know that, and you should know why he needs this.
Maybe you don’t love him.
You tell him you do, but you’re probably making it up. He knew it was too good to be true. His teeth graze your nipple, forcing you to cry out. His thrusts get more forceful, more possessive. Why do you toy with his emotions like this? Why would you let him fuck a baby into your belly if you hated him so much.
Your hand in his hair grounds him almost immediately. A small gesture, but to him you’re saying “it’s alright, take what you need, I’m all yours.”
When Basil finishes, his hips churn lazily against you, as if he’s savoring the moment, feeling the way your walls contract over every inch of him. You’re so wet, so full of his cum again. It’s his favorite look on you, fucked out and leaking everywhere.
“Are you okay baby?”
He can only nod, looking up at you with a milk-drunk stare. You kiss his forehead before he collapses contentedly on your chest. You wipe the drool and milky remnants from his lips.
“Good boy.”
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♡= Fluff ♤= Angst ◇= Smut ☆= Author's fave
¤= Oneshot ■= Finished series □= Ongoing series
Micolash
-No words needed; In which Micolash breaks into your room to fuck you, 1.2k, ♡◇¤
Alfred
-But I need you! ; You find Alfred about to end his life after killing Queen Annalise, and you stop him, 1.1k, ♡♤��
-Then, have me! ; Smutty sequel to "But I need you!", 1.1k, ♡◇■
Annalise
-Annalise NSFW headcanons; ◇¤
To be added...
Jake Lockley
-Jake with a curvy reader; ◇¤
-Aint no sunshine when she's gone; It's been a month since you've broken up with the moon knight system, and you start to notice someone.. watching you, ♧■☆
Steven Grant
-Sleeping Beauty; After having sex with Jake, you both fall asleep in your flat. Only, it's not Jake that wakes up, it's Steven, 1.9k, ♡◇¤
-Accidents never happen; In which you accidentally call Steven Daddy... but he's into it, 1.5k, ♡◇¤
-Steven's been bad...; Steven's been a bad boy. You punish him. And then take care of him afterwards, 2.5k, ♡◇¤
-Dom!Steven and Bimbo!reader headcanons; You're a bimbo, but you're not inexperienced. Steven Grant is an obvious sub... right? ◇¤
Marc Spector
-Truly, Madly, Deeply; Marc goes all out when you tell him you're a virgin, 847, ♡◇¤
The System
-It's not warm when she's away; A part 2 continuation to this fic, what is life like with your three kidnapper exes? ♧■
To be added...
Konïg
-Konïg discovering his size kink; ◇¤
Simon Riley
-Simon treating reader like glass; ♡◇¤
Johnny Mactavish
-Imagine being a porn couple with Soap;◇¤
Kyle Garrick
-Relationship headcanons; Some sfw and nsfw headcanons for Gaz!!! ♡◇¤
T141
-What sex toys would t141 use? ◇¤
-NSFW visuals ;◇
To be added...
OC's
-The Lady and The Princess; After being summoned to the Capitol with her Father, Cordelia wanders the halls of The Red Keep. The Princess walks past her, 551, ¤
Jacob Holland
-NSFW Headcanons; ♡◇¤
Blue Jones
-Blue with a curvy reader; ◇¤
-Blue and his favourite doll; ◇¤
-Eye of the beholder; Blue doesn't like sharing his toys. But he's not opposed to other people watching him play, 1.5k, ♡◇¤
-Pretty Boy; Blue doesn't take kindly to Basil talking down to himself- birthday present for @ominoose! ◇¤
-Fluffy Blue; ♡¤
-Author's favourite Blue headcanons; ♡◇¤
-For what it's worth; Blue shoots a guy in front of you, but he makes it up to you, ♡♤¤
-Blue Jones with a tall!reader; ♡¤
Basil Stitt
-Basil with a curvy reader; ◇¤☆
-Perv!Neighbour Basil finds your camgirl account; ◇¤
-Pretty Boy; Blue doesn't take kindly to Basil talking down to himself- birthday present for @ominoose! ◇¤
Kane
-Something's wrong with Kane; Your husband returns after 14 months MIA, but he's not entirely himself, 629, ♡◇¤♤☆
-How Kane re-falls in love with you; ♡¤
-Kiss me, Son of God!; He isn't the same, but he's yours. In which, Kane has the overwhelming alien need to breed, but it turns emotional, 474, ♡◇¤
Prince John
-Bondage in the hearts of men; After a night of drinking, you accuse John of being unfaithful, and punish him, 1.1k, ◇¤
Anselm Vogelweide
-Anselm with a Daddy Kink; Some headcanons of the consequences you face after Anselm finds out you have a Daddy Kink, ◇¤
-Oh, it isn't so bad; After weeks of not touching you, Anselm finally breaks, ◇¤
-Anselm overstimulating you, feat!breeding kink; ◇¤
-Brat-tamer Anselm; ◇¤
-This Magic Moment; Imagine being in comfiest bed with Anselm, and also having the wildest sex, ◇♡¤
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