The Bug Collector

would u ever write Reagan x reader??

YES I WOULD

I Wanna Hold the Hand Inside You —

728 words,, Velvette x reader

a/n — I got this fic out wayyy later than I wanted because I got so side tracked with that OC shit.

summary — Velvette teaches the reader how to dance.

warnings — cursing(???), I guess??, really nothing, just fluff fluff fluff

“Velvette, oh my god. Stop laughing!” You hiss from across the room

Velvette did, in fact, not even stop to take a breath. She simply kept snorting and giggling at you relentlessly.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said through snickers, “It’s just that any old buffoon knows how to dance.”

“Well, I’m not any old buffoon,” you cross your arms and roll your eyes.

“Aw, come on!” Velvette teased, crossing towards you, “No need to pout, darling. It’s cute.”

She didn’t hesitate to take your hands in hers and place them on each side of her hips. 

“Here, let me show you,” She said, queuing up music on her phone, “You pick up a thing or two watching Valentino and Vox fuck around with this shit.”

“Velv, I don’t think you know the challenge you’re getting yourself into, right now,” You joke, but really you were completely serious.

“Bullshit,” she said, “I’ll be damned if I don’t turn you into a great dancer by the end of the night.”

You still look hesitant so she adds, “Don’t worry, i’ll tell you what to do.”

She places her hands on your shoulders and starts to move her hips slightly, leading your hands in the same direction. You take the hint and move your feet.

You’re awkward, though, clumsily swaying side to side with little to no rhythm. Your feet try to follow hers, but you end up stepping on her shoes.

She tries to hide her huff, those shoes took forever to finish and now they’re scuffed.

“No, sweetheart. Find the beat, “ She uses her hands on your chest to push you in the right direction. “Here, follow my feet. Right, then back, then left, then forward.”

“I’m no good at this, Velvette.”

“If you keep complaining, of course not,” she snips, glancing up at you with a quiet reassuring smile. 

She wasn’t good at quiet or comfort so it wasn’t entirely convincing, however you trust in her and followed her steps. 

Finally, Velvette sighed in relief. You were starting to get a hang of it. She reaches further up to comfortably rest her hands on your shoulders.

“Good, darling. Just like that,” she says. 

Your eyes are focused on your feet for one last moment, chanting her instructions under your breath.

At last, you look up at her, falling into a secure rhythmic peace. The room is silent for one moment and you just stare at her.

She looked beautiful, to say the least. And the funny thing is, in any other situation, you would have told her that directly. But it felt wrong to break the peace in that moment; soft music coming from Velvette phone speaker, her gazing up at you adoringly. 

She broke eye contact and moved closer, resting her head on your chest as you both danced. 

After a long moment, and an entire song, she pulls away from you and moves one of her hands off your shoulders, taking yours. 

She lifts it up above her, “Look, now you spin me,” she says, doing the motion.

She spins away from you and looks at you expectantly, “Now, pull me closer and i’ll spin back into you, and then you can—“

Her sentence is cut off with a small yelp as you yank her towards you, making her twirl back into your arms, and dipping her.

“Something like that?” You ask with a proud smile,  gazing down at her.

For a moment, she still looks surprised by your quick motion, but then the smile returns, “Yes, yes, you flirt. Exactly like that.” 

She leans up to kiss you, arms wrapping around your neck. You still clutch onto her waist, grinning into the kiss.

“Okay, okay, get off of me, you big idiot,” she says through a smile, “See? I told you I was right.”

“Yeah, yeah. I guess i’m pretty good at dancing now, right?” you lean away from her and laugh.

“Well, don’t get ahead of yourself. You’re no ballerina, that’s for damn sure,” She takes your hand and leads you away, “Alright, dance lesson over. Let’s watch a movie.”

“Whatever you say, teacher,” and you let her lead you to the couch.

She cozies up and rests her head on your chest as you sling an arm around her, pulling her closer. With that, you finally settle down for the night.

a/n — this fic was inspired by fade into you by mazzy star if it wasn’t incredibly obvious BTW!!

Imagine getting ma//ting pressed by canon human bill cipher so you’re forced to look at him which he finds absolutely hilarious.

there are lots of other blogs that write for dom male characters, sorry.

YIPPEE i love that ur reblogging the hazbin fics from the old blog! -molly kisser

(im being lazy with my signoff thing lol)

YES!! I think i’m gonna build up a masterlist later today. Ugh… I miss tumblr.

haha I’m baaack! (oh god this is so convoluted. I’m the one who requested subspace bill, etc.,!!!)

PLEASE elaborate on how bill would be if he went into subspace with More Powerful being!reader. I will owe you my life. I am deeply intrigued, like seriously I love to see ur takes on this stuff!

- 🎩 anon!

a/n — I am so horny right now but i’m also bleeding like a stuck pig with alcohol poisoning an i ain touching allat #oversharing

warnings — NSFW, dom!reader, subspace, Bill being Bill

summary — How subspace would go with Bill and a powerful reader

⃤ I think an incredibly powerful reader would affect Bill subbing off the bat, because he would feel the need to overcompensate.

⃤ He would be trying to dom you so hard, and the only thing is, you have to power to shut him down, and flip the switch.

⃤ This is incredibly new for him, because no one dares, and even if they could, they wouldn’t. 

⃤ And it’s been billions, more maybe, of years since he’s let someone take the reins on anything in his existence, and the fact that you can infuriates him.

⃤ Your relationship would be very toxic for that reason, and very hot.

⃤ He would be bratting out so hard, fighting everything you’re doing, because of that dare. Put him in his place, no one else will.

⃤ If you didn’t fill him with immense, incomparable, pleasure he knows anyone less mighty could not, he wouldn’t put up with it. 

⃤ But, truth be told, you’re very intimidating, and maybe he is curious about how it feels to be at someone’s mercy. 

⃤ So yes, use your powers to suspend him in the air, spread his legs with your mind and make him as vulnerable as possible, see if he stops bitching.

⃤ Pluck at strings in his brain to fill him with awful pain and glorious, mind-numbing satisfaction, until his complaints drip down his leg and turn into whimpering mutters of your name.

⃤ Make him forget who he is, and what he can do, it’s meaningless anyways in the presence of a god.

⃤ His wise, ancient mind will fog and cloud, as his whining turns from quippy criticism to the same few words over and over again.

⃤ Keep toying with him, use all of the abilities your powerful being grants you and show him what you can do. 

⃤ Watching Bill get genuinely needy for you, his hands grasping for you, if they aren’t already touching you.

⃤ “Please” isn’t in his vocabulary, but maybe a small muttery one appears.

⃤ This has a greater chance of happening with a powerful reader because it truly doesn’t give him many choices, other than to give in to your might.

⃤ And he’d never do this is he had no other choice, right? Of course, that doesn’t mean stop. Nothing does.

⃤ Not even when his eye snaps shut and he shrieks for you to go easy on him. 

⃤ He doesn’t want you to, not really, anyways.

MIND THE TYPOS!!!!!

Pls elaborate when u say Mr puzzle takes it in the ass. PLEASE

Lowkey have not seen any Mr. Puzzles smut yet so… i dunno I guess I AM the first of the generation, it is scary but.. somebody’s gotta do it. (the middle picture was actually me when I got this request)

So we all saw the arch, right? I feel like he actually doesn’t have a lot of experience or maybe none at all. He’s been pretty lonely in the friend department since childhood so I can only assume the same for significant others. He definitely wants to be romanced the hell out of before you fuck him.

I feel like he would want to look at you while you do it, so most times you’d end up with his legs draped over your shoulders. But as long as you’re giving him (his ass) attention, he’ll enjoy any position. Said this in the last post, he heavily enjoys princess treatment, so praise while you fuck into him is a yes.

fiddleford + fem!reader dry humping drabble for dinner.... I'm a starving worm starving to death and this is my very last wish

👁️....

i’m too tired to actually write something good but… imagine how squirmy he would be. A make out session distracting him from his mechanics turning into something more. Fully clothed or not he’d still be bucking up into you desperately whining. Imagine him creaming his pants over it too? Mmph, nerds.

My theory about you is that you prefer hot drinks over cold drinks

your correct!!!!! I don’t like a lot of cold drinks their kinda just ehh to me. Hot chocolate tho.. 🤤

INSIDE JOB KCFFPKAFRDJATS

I need me some more Subby Brett Hand fics like omggg I already read all the ones I could find

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Denying Brett an orgasm for like the millionth time and he tears up????

👀<3

a/n — Brett Hand my baby girl, I’d do anything for you. Anyways, I have reagan fics after this one.

warnings — Dom!reader, fem reader, Brett calls reader mommy

summary — Series of Sub!Brett headcanons, and then a drabble

ᯓ★ This man is so submissive, I will never understand how people write him as a dom, he is a subtop at best.

ᯓ★ Desperate for approval on an ungodly level, so this translates to a killer praise kink.

ᯓ★ He will need all the reassurance in the world that he’s making you feel good and that your actually enjoying him.

ᯓ★ “Good boy, Brett” He will automatically be on the edge, trying not to cum immediately. You really think so? You really think he’s doing good? He’s eating it up.

ᯓ★ Nowhere near unexperienced, the man was on a frat club in college. But that does imply that ‘making him feel loved’ was not on his party-hookups agenda.

ᯓ★ This basically means that being gentle with him would be a huge turn-on. Yes please make him feel comfortable, tell him how pretty he looks, tell him just how much you like him.

ᯓ★ Would call you mommy. He grew up getting no attention any authority’s figures in his life and now your doting on him and taking care of him? It just slips out!

ᯓ★ Ready to try most of anything, like anything you wanna do. Even if he doesn’t actually like the idea, but most times he would because it’s you.

“W-wait please, I really need to cum this time—“ Brett begged, looking up at you with a desperate look, hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead.

“I know, baby. And you’ve been so good for me,” you coo as he answers with a short whine, “But mommy’s not done with you yet, so you’re just gonna have to wait.”

”’m sorry mommy, i-i’m trying but— Oh fuck..”

He stops himself with a low whimper as you drag your finger along the base of his cock, while positioning yourself over him.

You were going to… ride him? He couldn’t handle that in this state, you had to know that! You’d denied him plenty of other times that night, but this seemed almost mean.

He’d have to hold himself back though, as he was terrified of you being upset with him.

You plopped yourself down on his cock, ignoring the tears that instantaneously bubbles in his eyes, “My good boy, you’re taking it all so well.”

He whined, “It’s— god, it’s so much— please, I need to— Aah!” you roll your hips suddenly fast, practically jamming his cock in your pussy, before slowly down. A tear rolled down Brett’s face, and then another.

“Aw, sh sh,” You lean down and wipe the tears path off his cheek, and then plant a kiss.

“Don’t cry, I know you can handle it. I know you can handle more than this.”

I crave Stanley pines carnally and ur writing is so incredibly good so if u wrote literally anything about him I would start jumping for joy and skipping around giddily btw

a/n — I LOVE YOU STANLEY PINES, I need more requests of him so bad.

summary — [FLUFF] Stanley Pines x Reader headcanons

۫ ꣑ৎ I feel like a relationship with this man would be relatively low maintenance, like as long as he’s with you, he can’t complain.

۫ ꣑ৎ He would absolutely love to buy you things, gift giving would be his main love language. Even, especially, gifts he doesn’t have the money for.

ex. Stan holds out a beautiful pearl necklace, dangling it in front of you, chest puffed.

“Stan, you shouldn’t have!” You examine the necklace further, “You really shouldn’t have.. wait, where’d you get this?”

He looked to the side, “Borrowed it. From a friend of a friend… ‘s house— What am I, made of answers? I dunno, it fell from the sky or something.”

۫ ꣑ৎ I also don’t think he’d necessarily be the mushiest or partners. He makes it clear he loves you in other ways.

۫ ꣑ৎ That being said, he likes pet names, but only in private and is severely embarrassed about it.

۫ ꣑ৎ It would never be boring with him. I mean the entire pines family but especially him.

۫ ꣑ৎ Watch a fancy dinner escalate into smuggling pugs across the boarder while being chased by old prison ‘buddies.’

۫ ꣑ৎ Other nights being cuddled up watching terrible soap operas by the tv, trying to match Stan’s intensely involved energy.

۫ ꣑ৎ All that aside, he’d treat you so nice, and then act like it’s nothing.

ex. “Aw, are those flowers for me?”

“Oh yeah, the color reminded me of your eyes, kinda. It’s not much, take ‘em before I change my mind.”

۫ ꣑ৎ He’s actually pretty good at flirting but he thinks he’s so absolutely slick that it ends up being more cute then hot.

۫ ꣑ৎ Honestly, will literally never let anything happen to you, and is probably pretty protective.

۫ ꣑ৎ Reacts in weirdly emotional ways to genuine affection, might even tear up.