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omo-fairy · 2 years

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This one goes out to @cryptidpiss, who just seems to keep inspiring me~

Today I'm really in the mood for gently teasing a sub while they're absolutely bursting. I've been making comments and sweetly asking them to do things like spread their legs or have another drink for quite a while, and the more I watch them squirm, the harder it is to keep my hands off them.

I touch them gently, lightly tracing my fingertips along their neck, their arms, their inner thighs. I watch as they try to arch away from my touch and respond with a soft "Hold still, darling." A gentle command, but a command nonetheless. They whimper a little as I resume tracing my fingers over their skin. I lightly tickle their inner thigh, not enough to have them laughing and squealing, but just enough to make them gasp and make their legs tremble. Every delicate brush makes their body want to relax, makes them want to betray their full bladder and unclench their muscles, but they desperately try to ignore it.

I move my fingers up the length of their thigh, just barely above their crotch (they let out a tiny whine when I avoid going between their legs), and up to their abdomen. I barely touch their bladder, which is round and firm and bulging so cutely, and they draw in a sharp breath. Their legs instinctively press together. I giggle, running my fingers from one side of the bulge to the other, taking note of its size.

"Is something the matter, hon? You seem a little tense~"

They let out a shuddering breath, their voice low and uneven. "A-Ahh, please, I-I..."

"Aww, what's the matter, sweetheart?" I place my palm over their bladder, but don't push down. "Have you got a lot of pressure here?" They swallow and nod, unable to find their voice. "Aww, poor thing..." My voice drips with fake sympathy. "I wonder if there's any room left in there are all. A little extra pressure and you... Just... Might..." With each word, I push down just a bit more. Before I can finish my sentence, they gasp and jam their hands between their legs, but not before I see a small wet patch start to form.

They hunch over and bounce in place, seemingly barely able to stop the flow. All at once, they've gone from tense to absolutely frantic. They look at me with wide, pleading eyes. "P-Please, please, your highness, please can I go-"

"No." I interrupt them just as they had so rudely interrupted me a few seconds prior. They whine and continue to bounce, clearly on the verge of losing control. On the verge... But not quite there yet. I adjust my position, swinging one leg over their legs and straddling their lap. They let out an adorable squeak. "I'm not done with you just yet~"

#omorashi #omocute #omo-fairy originals #i decided to make this into a post so everyone can see you get all flustered about it moth 💖💛💖

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mothpile · 3 months

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find it a little silly to be honest (truly just like light hearted silly) when people say stuff like Omega's 'insistence' on 'being highly ''masculine''' to reinforce that him being a he is like... "See usually robots are just he/him as Default, but he's like Actively Being That!"

which just feels so silly. help. shes a murder robot she likes blowing other robots up and wants to destroy eggman. should we have a conversation on what's being perceived here as 'masculinity' . that seeing this kind of behaviour is registering as 'masculinity' and thus 'being a man' .

[ NOTE: USER MEANS NO ILL WILL OR INSULT TO ANYONE WHO HAS MADE SUCH STATEMENTS. NOT WHAT HE SAID. ]

#in my heart i dont believe would give it much thought because thinking about anything else that like.#Isnt as easily resolved as 'i blow it up into a billion pieces' is like.. (gestures vaguely) awkward? not used to it.#easier to simply not. 💖#silly robot. i am a fan #moth talk

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iamjessemccartney · 2 years

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The lovely @prim-moth requested #22, "things you said after it was over," from this post!

Edit: I've also posted this on AO3, with the other requests I've completed so far!😊

Arthur jolted awake, sitting bolt upright on the mattress. His left hand moved up over his mouth as if to keep him from yelling out, and for a moment, he just sat there, wide-eyed and frightened, panting as he stared out in front of him, everything else still in the darkness of the room. His bedroom.

Their bedroom.

Arthur moved his hand down, still shaken, but confident enough now that he wasn't going to scream.

The voice from his head had taken to sleeping beside him, wrapped up in his sheets, in his blankets. Arthur would say it had gone on for more nights than he cared to count by now- but he was still counting. All the nights this figure in his bed had spent at his left side- always his left side- as if guarding something. Or staking a claim. And this night, in this moment, Arthur hadn't noticed the way his companion had shifted, too preoccupied himself trying to get his breathing back under control and keep himself from spiraling, which was proving to be more difficult this time than most. He couldn't take a deep enough breath to help slow himself down, and he could still feel his heart racing. Having the same nightmare multiple times didn't make it any easier to wake up from, after all. He hadn't processed that the man next to him had stirred awake and moved closer, until the light touch of his hand slipped over Arthur's thigh and pulled him out of his own head.

Arthur opened his mouth to try and say something, to either explain or apologize, but couldn't pin down any words. Instead, he shut his eyes tight and moved to lie back down, wrapped his arms around his partner, and buried his face in his chest.

John, groggy as he was, took a moment to reciprocate, but pulled Arthur in close. One hand settled in the middle of his back, and the other slipped into his hair, gently smoothing it down for a moment before falling still. As always, John paid incredibly close attention to the way Arthur reacted to his touch.

"That's it," John reassured as he felt the man start to relax against him, albeit slowly. His voice was soft, low and heavy with sleep. "There we are..."

There was a stillness between them for a moment- John allowing Arthur more time to compose himself, knowing by now that too much noise or movement could very well wind up making that a task even more daunting than it already was. So for that little while, he just lay there, holding his partner and lightly dragging his nails over the other's back in an attempt to keep him grounded, until he was sure Arthur's breathing had steadied enough to allow him to speak.

"Tell me your name," John instructed gently, the same as he had many times before.

"A- Arthur Lester," Arthur just barely managed, his voice trembling.

John flattened his hand over Arthur's back. "Where are you?"

"I-In... my bedroom. O-our bedroom. In our home."

John hummed. "Our address?"

"Eight-..." Arthur huffed out a sigh in spite of himself. "Eighty-three Merriweather Lane."

"State?"

"Vermont."

"What year is it?" John asked through a yawn, his left hand once again moving to smooth down Arthur's hair.

"Nineteen thirty-..." Arthur hesitated. "Thirty-six."

"Good," John confirmed lightly. "How long has it been...?" He knew he didn't need to elaborate.

Arthur understood. "...Six months." He paused a second, then, and nuzzled into John's chest, breathing him in before letting out an exhausted sigh.

"I know," John murmured, taking to gently playing with the ends of Arthur's hair. It was cropped short again, like it had been when they'd first met, and a mess of thick curls in its currently unstyled state. He remembered how Arthur had been on the verge of tears once they'd finally gotten the opportunity to see a barber for the first time a little over five months back, and how religiously he'd stayed on top of maintaining it since then. That, and how dutiful he was now about remaining clean-shaven. Something stirred inside John as he recalled the first time Arthur had asked for his help shaving about three months ago. John had hardly trusted his own hands yet then, having only had them for a few weeks at that point- but his partner had stayed calm, reassured him that everything would turn out fine. That thought echoed softly through his mind as he lay there with Arthur in his arms now, holding him as securely as possible.

It had only been a second since John last spoke. "Do you want to talk about it...?" He offered, making it clear that Arthur had a choice in the matter.

Arthur shook his head with a huff, one of his hands closing into a loose fist around the back of John's sleep shirt. "N-no... I-" He took in a breath. "Distract me...?" He requested, trying his hardest to keep his voice steady.

"Mh..." John thought for a moment, letting out a soft sigh. It brought him some odd sense of comfort to know that Arthur found solace in his ability to ramble about damn near anything. There had been a week or so after they'd made the deal to separate themselves that John had hardly spoken at all, having been too unsettled by the way his voice sounded in this form and the fact that he could feel it inside his body. Arthur had kept having to coax him into conversation here and there, just to get John to say anything, which had been such stark contrast against how he'd been during the time they'd spent bound together.

John realized his mind was wandering again, and quickly spoke up. The drowsiness that lingered on him still came out through his words, but there was a distinct lightness to his tone. "There's an orchestra concert coming up in a couple of weeks- I told you when we passed that flier for it the other day, while we were out getting groceries. I want to say it's... an annual event- free to the public, outside at the bandshell near town hall. There were a few pictures on the flier from what seemed to be previous years' runs, with groups of people scattered out on the lawn in chairs or on blankets and just enjoying themselves, children running about..." John leaned down to press a kiss to the top of Arthur's head, not entirely thinking about the action. "We could go, if you wanted. Make a day out of it- pack a lunch and take a stroll downtown, set up a blanket and eat on the lawn. Have a... a picnic? Is that what you called it that time in the park?"

Arthur gave a slight nod to confirm. John noted his response, and continued. "I'll point out the scenery and the goings-on of the crowd, you'll scold me for talking through the whole first movement, as if you'd actually expected anything different," he joked at his own expense. "And this is where you’d tease me and say, 'Well, you have been rather well-behaved whenever I've played, so far, so I do suppose I have some faith that you'd stay quiet for a whole orchestra,' if you were feeling up to it right now," John added, and tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the huff of a laugh Arthur gave in reply.

Arthur turned John's words over in his mind, one word ringing a little louder than the rest. Ever drowsy, Arthur nuzzled his partner again, and shifted to be just that much closer to him while he tried to collect his thoughts.

Faith was something that had eluded Arthur over the years- always slipping through his fingers as this fragile, impermanent thing. Framing it in a religious sense had never worked for him, either, even though there had been points in his life where he’d been low enough to try. Trying to rely on something so intangible and so far out of his reach had only made him feel smaller, lonelier- more inconsequential than he’d cared for. And the one thing he’d so desperately needed in life was consequence.

For his own sake, just to have something to hold onto and keep himself on some semblance of a path, he'd begun to put faith in the ordinary, the routine. Faith that the newspaper would be on his doorstep every morning. That he'd have to put gas in his car by the end of the week. He'd put faith in the fact that Bella would call on him at least once every week, always with a new excuse for why he should leave his studies and take a break for a while. That on the rare chance Faroe woke up before him in the mornings, she'd pad into his bedroom and climb under the covers with him until they were both truly ready to face the day. That he'd see Parker's face when he walked into their office and that their clients would meet them as scheduled. That after a long day of work, Arthur, most times by his lonesome, would be able to go home, have a hot meal and a shower, and a peaceful place to sleep, before he had to wake up and do it all again the next day.

How crudely that faith had been shaken, one time after another, and with no real relief in between. Everything he'd been through- even before Kayne, before the King, before John- should have broken him down and defeated him. Should have destroyed his resolve and depleted his strength and made it so that he would have never had faith in anything ever again. But, selfishly, he'd begun to let himself hope, after a while. Just to start.

And hope without faith had started to seem like an empty promise to Arthur. Like a wish for something, but one with no real desire behind it, no will to see it come true.

So now he put faith in this man he'd told to sleep next to him. He put faith in the experiences they'd shared together, and continued to share now. How they'd grown alongside one another. How they'd learned so many things, so many damning things about each other, and themselves, and how they'd worked through it- not in spite of it all. But because of it. Because of every little thing.

He wasn't afraid that John would leave him. Not anymore.

Arthur put faith in the fact that, if he awoke in the middle of the night, startled and shaking and drenched in guilt, this man- his companion, his partner, his lover, his friend- would hold him close. And talk to him. Without complaint, for minutes, or hours, or however long it took for him to feel calm again.

He put faith in the fact that he loved John. And that John loved him.

While Arthur thought, John had been taking the moments to find something else to talk about, his own sleep-addled brain running a bit slower than usual. He'd been keeping track of Arthur, though- his breathing, his little movements, the tension that had melted out of his muscles as he laid there in John's arms. He'd finally settled on a new subject after a minute, right when he heard Arthur's soft, tired voice cut through the silence they'd been lying in.

"I do have faith in that. In-... In you." The way he spoke almost made it sound like he was sharing a secret. Something that was meant for himself, and his partner, and them only. "More than I think you know."

There was something about the words that covered John, wrapped him up and held him for a second. Purposefully, this time, he leaned down and kissed the top of Arthur's head. What he said next wasn't to mimic his lover's words, not an echo that he'd felt obligated to make- but a confession, ardent even in its hushed tone.

"And I have faith in you."

#malevolent podcast #prim-moth #this is shippy but it's g-rated i promise #is this au stuff? yeas. do i feel cringe about it? no💖#i woke up this morning and the first thing i did was fixate on the fucking hat money from pt.5 and write a wholeass post about it #i've moved well past the point of feeling cringe i think #also wyrm i think you'll probably notice where i started rly thinking about arthur's hair dfkljhdflgk #fun fact the way i picture arthur when his hair is unstyled is that he has curls that want to Eat him💖#and the fucking!! wyrm i need to say. the way you draw human john is like almost EXACTLY the way i've been picturing this whole damb time #it genuinely is like u ripped the visual from my brain #only difference is that i picture him with Mostly-straight dark hair #i'm #NO words anymore i hope you enjoy this💖💕#edit: there are SLIGHT discrepancies between this original post and the one on ao3 lol #changed a couple tiny details #not saying which ones😇

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crystallinemoonlight · 1 year

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Do you like moths as well as butterflies? Because I have a really pretty moth to show off

!!!!!! M O T H!!!!

Haven't seen many types of moth (a shame!!) so I'd loveeeeee to see more! I love how soft and fluffy they can look🥺 sometimes they scaaary tho, they sometimes get into the house by accident and move so suddenly my heart just skips a whole beat🙈

AND YES SHOW MEHH I'D LOVE TO SEE THE MOTH!!! All the pretty moths!!!!

#senk u for the ask teddy ily🥺💖💞🌸💕#moths and butterflies are art works with wings #they have these entire beautiful art collections on their back #i don't know many tho so I LOVVEEE to hear more about them!!!!#my asks💕

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mistninja · 1 year

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STOPPP I LOVE GENMA well ok at least i rly liked his design but i didn’t know he was a recognized character :/ i’m guessing we learn more about him later?

I mean hes not important by any means but hes a regular, he gets a lot of short appearances throughout the series and i think hes a really funny guy because hes just very normal. We do get some bits of information sprinkled here and there that make him even funnier to think about but hes the most Just Some Guy of the cast

#moth 💖#i love genma and these two guys #if you look up these two guys from naruto u will see who im talking about hzhenzjz i forgot their names but everyone knows them as #those two guys from naruto #i think the funny thing about genma is that hes the straight man to everyones antics hes just an stable adult around crazy people #and hes unfazed by all these antics #tbh i think genma has more screen time than tenten :///

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electoons · 2 years

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im passing out nametags please write legibly @mothwinggs @moth-daddy @mothwelled

#moth mutuals club💞💓💖 i feel like im missing someone #IM MOSTLY JOKING BUT UMM IF I CAN GET A QUICK REFRESHER ON WHAT YOUR PAST URLS OR ICONS WERE #ill write it down i prommy #unless you didnt have a previous url or icon in which case im very embarrassed about this and im very sorry and i love you and treasure you #also if you have a preferred name unless you want me to call you all Moth in which case thats fine too! i can do that #i want us to be on a first name basis

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fanby-fckry · 3 months

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🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

23 hr. ago

adam is literally sinner coded because of his war crimes. but whatever

🍸 bar-cat75 Follow

23 hr. ago

Angel, I know this is a joke, but just remember that if you go knocking on enough doors asking to see the devil, eventually he’ll answer.

🍎 luci-goosey-666 Follow

1 min. ago

Hi! :D

#jumpscaring my denizens #irl source

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🎀 charlies-angel Follow

8 min. ago

New url now that the cat’s out of the bag.

moth-gf -> @.charlies-angel

🌈 hells-disney-princess Follow

8 min. ago

Awwwwww, babe!!! 🥹🥰💖

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

2 min. ago

gay

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💙 ozzie-king-of-lust Follow

1 hr. ago

Lmao I love how Adam fought the radio demon, the princess of hell, and Lucifer himself, but in the end the one to put him down is a two-foot tall cyclops with a knife and blood lust.

💙 ozzie-king-of-lust Follow

58 min. ago

@.jest-fizzarolli Fizzie Frog, you cannot leave this in the tags.

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57 min. ago

#ozzie peer-reviewed my tags #is he biased? #yes #but idc ↯ #niffty lady ↯ #alastor the radio demon ↯ #adam ↯ #extermination day ↯ #extermination 2 electric boogaloo #jesters privilege #irl source

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🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

12 hr. ago

if I make it outta this alive, I’m gonna tell my crush I’m in love with him.

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

2 hr. ago

fuck

#well well well #if it isnt the consequences of my own actions

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🐝 queen-bee-lzebub Follow

3 hr. ago

Nice try Heaven, but: L + Ratio + the power of friendship

#stay sinning stay winning babes!!! ↯ #extermination day ↯ #extermination 2 electric boogaloo #👑🐝

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📺 voxblr4k Follow

3 hr. ago

Alastor is trending again, but this time for the right reasons (getting his ass kicked and running away like the cowardly little pissbaby he is)

So I guess I won’t be deleting this hellsite just yet

↯ #alastor the radio demon #shitposting in 4k

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📻 real-radio-demon Follow

4 hr. ago

I seem to have made what you might call an “oopsie daisy”

📻 real-radio-demon Follow

4 hr. ago

A real “cringe fail moment” if you will

📻 real-radio-demon Follow

4 hr. ago

I fucked up

↯ #alastor the radio demon ↯ #extermination day ↯ #extermination 2 electric boogaloo #real radio demon broadcasts

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💀 be-gay-do-crym Follow

5 hr. ago

hey is no one gonna talk about how a fucking rpf smut writer just killed adam the motherfucking archangel?

💀 be-gay-do-crym Follow

4 hr. ago

@.niffty-lady has over 1000 fics on archive of our souls including a 500k word explicit radiostatic enemies to lovers fic that allegedly caused infighting in the vees because vox wanted it taken down and velvette kept blocking his access

and she stabbed the leader of the exorcists to death

↯ #niffty lady ↯ #extermination day ↯ #extermination 2 electric boogaloo #her url is trending now so ig we are talking about it #cryms crimes

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❤️ moth-pimp Follow

8 hr. ago

people think I’m exaggerating when I say voxxy has a fetish for killing the radio demon. I wish those people could see him now.

🧁 rad-velvette-cakes Follow

8 hr. ago

#hate boner doesnt even begin 2 describe it #radiostatic #vox ↯ #alastor the radio demon #rb

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📺 voxblr4k Follow

23 hr. ago

for 2nd extermination day I’m deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

↯ #extermination day ↯ #extermination 2 electric boogaloo #shitposting in 4k #irl source

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⬜️ voxblr-meta Follow

23 hr. ago

Fanby’s Fake Dash Masterpost

#meta #fake tumblr dash

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morningwitchy · 5 months

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okay this photo is from the manu so its not the best and this is only the first pass at this new sweater BUT im excited about it so i wanted to show it off!!

100% intarsia knit cotton!! so no embroidery at all!

some planned changes for the next pass include: fixing the neck to be a cowl, not turtleneck, cleaning up the luna moth area to be more legible, changing the yellow to a more gentle one, adding detail to sleeves, etc!

super excited about these 💖💖💖

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rexscanonwife · 2 years

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It's funny that Wembley is your comfort character bc Gobo is mine!!! I was really depressed last year after two back to back losses. But watching reruns of Fraggle Rock made everything seem okay again. I actually made a Fraggle oc that I shipped hardcore with Gobo, and admittedly still do.

Aw geez, I'm really sorry for your losses. But I'm really happy that you could find comfort in fraggle rock, it's an incredibly uplifting show so I can see how it would help you a lot!! ❤️

And 👀 PLEASE please DM me and tell me all about said OC I would really love to hear it!! Gobo is a really good choice, what I love about him is that he seems like he'd be a regular Goodboy Protagonist, and to an extent he is, but he's definitely got a spicy side to him x'3 he can be sassy which I love!!

#brie babbles #waaah IM SERIOUS PLS TELL ME ABOUT IT!! 💖💖💖#im at work today but on my breaks id love to hear it!!#speaking of work. i work in a grocery store and my friend in the produce department found a caterpillar a while back!!#he gave it to me and i named it gobo :3 hes in a cocoon rn #i expect hin to emerge into a beautiful moth which would be fitting for his fuzzy namesake!!

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vikkirosko · 1 month

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Can you do Angel, Alastor, Blitz, and vox with sinner reader that was a spartan warrior and survived every extermination till present time?

Headcanons Spartan Warrior

🕷 Angel Dust x sinner!Reader 💖

You and Angel met at a hotel where you had the role of a security guard. Outwardly, you didn't stand out from other sinners, except that you had a lot of scars. It was only later, from Vaggie, that he learned that you had been in Hell the longest, even longer than Charlie. He thought it was a joke until you told him yourself that you have been living in Hell for many years and every time the day of extermination came, you survived by fighting if necessary

Once upon a time you were a Spartan warrior and thanks to your skills you were able to survive for so long. You've seen how sinners have changed and how Hell has changed. However, there were things that remained unchanged, including you. You fought as before, but now you were protecting your friends. In particular, Angel, who was sympathetic to you, also came under your protection

From Charlie, you learned about what happened at the studio and soon, when Angel convinced you to go with him and Cherri to the club, you met Valentino there. You saw how uncomfortable Angel felt and that's why you stood up for him. You told Valentino that you weren't afraid of the giant moth and you weren't going to let it harm those you were protecting. Valentino was mad at you, but you could have fought back. You were used to fighting and Valentino understood that by starting a fight in a club he could ruin his reputation, so he left, and you were fuming

You understood that Angel couldn't stop working for Valentino for some reason, but you intended to protect Angel. You knew you couldn't protect him from everything, but you were going to try. For the first time, someone stood up for him and Angel was glad of it. He was glad you were on his side

📻 Alastor x sinner!Reader 🎙

Alastor has seen many different sinners. But even among them, you stood out. You've been in Hell a lot longer than he has, and must have been a lot longer than most. You were introduced by Charlie and you had the role of a hotel security guard. The reason why the princess and Vaggie entrusted you with this role was that you had been in Hell for many centuries and survived every day of extermination. This interested Alastor, because the only old-time sinner he knew was Zestial, one of the overlords

You remembered Hell as it was originally and sometimes you and Alastor chatted about those times that were before. He was fond of the times when radio was at the peak of popularity, and you remembered the times when you first saw the radio, in principle, because when you were alive there was nothing like that. Alastor liked talking to you, because your views on some things were similar

Alastor saw how you fought and he couldn't help but note the fact that you were really a good fighter, but you respected Alastor's strength, recognizing him as a strong fighter, which could not but please his ego. Alastor understood that if you wanted to, you could become one of the overlords, but you weren't interested. Alastor was interested in finding out what was more important to you than the opportunity to gain power, so he continued to watch you, intending to find out the truth sooner or later

Despite the outward friendliness towards each other, you and Alastor were watching each other. You realized that you both had secrets that most likely could have an impact on others, so you continued to observe. Alastor intended to find out your secrets before you found out his

🖥 Vox x sinner!Reader 📱

Vox understood that it was normal for overlord to have a bodyguard, but he approached this issue with great scrupulousness. He looked at a lot of options until he came across your candidacy. What struck him the most was how long you've been in Hell. You were, it would seem, one of those units who lasted a very long time, surviving every day of extermination. Vox was sure that you would be perfect for this job

Once upon a time, a long time ago, you were a Spartan warrior. However, it has been a long time since then, but your experience as a warrior has come in handy in your job. You watched Vox work, you listened to him complain to you about Valentino and Velvette, how angry he was at Alastor. Vox appreciated that you didn't annoy him and that you always did a great job. Even outside of work, you got along well

You stayed with him even when your working day was coming to an end. Sometimes he would ask you why you, who had been in Hell for so long, didn't try to become an overlord. Your answer surprised him. You told him that you are not a ruler and never have been. You are a warrior and you know how to fight. However, you were willing to help him keep his place

Vox was glad that you appeared in his life. Thanks to you, he felt better even on difficult days. You couldn't always say encouraging words, but you always listened to him, you defended him. He felt really comfortable and protected next to you

😈 Blitzø x sinner!Reader 🐴

Blitzø knew that every year sinners died on the day of extermination. He didn't worry much about it, receiving money from those sinners who managed to use the services of I.M.P. When you came to his office, he was sure that you also wanted revenge, but you asked if he had a job. Blitzø was surprised by your question. He was even more surprised that you had been in Hell for a very, very long time

You were once a Spartan warrior. You're used to surviving, because you've been going through the day of extermination year after year, and so on for hundreds of years. It was really impressive, so Blitzø decided to give you a chance. It was unusual for you to go to the human world, but over the years of living in Hell you have learned to adapt. Your fighting skills were also at their best, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to live so long. Blitzø loved spending time with you and it was mutual

You often kept him company, both during normal hours and during work. You were a good partner during battles, serious and stern, and in everyday life Blitzø helped you stop constantly waiting for an attack and relax. He wanted to show you that there were also ordinary days when the need to fight was much less than on the day of extermination

Sometimes Blitzø wished you could leave the Pride Ring. He would like to visit the most interesting places of Hell with you, but since there was no such opportunity, he intended to make your life in Hell full of vivid emotions and events

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel headcanons #Helluva Boss #Helluva Boss x Reader #Helluva Boss headcanons #Alastor #Alastor x Reader #Angel Dust #Angel Dust x Reader #Vox #Vox x Reader #Blitzø #Blitzø x Reader

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harrywavycurly · 9 months

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Sarahhh that thing with Eddie hearing you talk to someone on the phone can you do it where he hears you talking about him in bed please!!!!!🫠💕

Hiiiii babes!! I’m laughing because I have like 3 other asks about this in my inbox and I honestly didn’t even think of doing this so of course I’ll do it for y’all! I hope you enjoy this😂💖

TW: lots of sex talk, mentions of oral and choking

*Eddie thought he’d surprise you with lunch but turns out he’s the one getting surprised*

“No he’s never done that.” You answer as you get comfortable on the couch after you prop your phone against your bottle of water on the coffee table. You’re currently in the middle of a catch up session with one of your oldest friends, you’ve been on FaceTime with her for the last hour and now as usual the conversation has moved on to talking about your relationship with Eddie. “He doesn’t really like a lot of PDA.” You add as you take a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl that’s sitting in your lap as you watch your friend make lunch through the phone.

“He doesn’t like it? Why?” She asks as she puts two pieces of bread in the toaster. You just shrug as you eat another handful of popcorn. “Has he ever choked you in the middle of it?” You nearly spit out the half chewed popcorn in your mouth making your friend laugh as she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“You went from asking if he grabs my ass in the mini mart to now asking if he just randomly chokes me in the middle of having sex?” You confirm just to make sure you actually heard her ask what you think you did. She just laughs and nods as she begins making herself a sandwich. “I mean no he doesn’t just choke me all willy nilly it’s usually a…sort of vibe that’s known from the beginning that it’s gonna be one of those kinda nights.” You explain as you reach for your cup of juice from the coffee table.

“Ohhhh I see so you two are kinda freaky huh? Love that for you.” You just roll your eyes as you take a sip from your cup. “How often is he giving it to you?” She asks before taking a bite out of her sandwich, you purse your lips and raise an eyebrow as you put the cup back on the table.

“I mean you’re going to have to be more specific.” You watch her give you some playful side eye as she takes another bite out of her sandwich. “Do you mean how often do we have sex in general or how often do we have a quickie…or how often am I getting bent over and sent to pound town?” You can’t even finish your sentence before she’s laughing and covering her face because you know she hates the expression of pound town.

Eddie feels his cheeks get red and he wants to die on the spot, he knows he should’ve let his presence be known the moment he entered the house though the back door but he didn’t want to disturb you. But now he’s very much wishing he did as he can’t help but overhear your very personal conversation with your friend. To think all he wanted to do was surprise you with lunch from Benny’s since he managed to get off work early.

“Jesus you have categories? Well okay the how often are you two having quickies and where are these quickies taking place?” You can’t help but smile as a memory of you and Eddie in the back of his van creeps into your mind.

“I mean like once a week sometimes? The man drives a van…it’s like made for quickies he even has a pillow and blanket back there because he knows I refuse to just lay down on his gross ass carpeted floorboard.” Eddie runs a hand over his face as you talk and explain that he drives a damn shaggin waggin.

“Once a week isn’t bad…that’s about the same amount of times I can convince Tyler to go down on me.” You make a gross face at the mention of her current hookup buddy.

“You shouldn’t have to convince him to go down on you…Eddie is perfectly content with having his face between my thighs all night…once he even fell asleep down there.” You watch her eyes go wide as she shoves another bite of sandwich into her moth. “I mean after I finished of course…he’s a gentleman.” You add making her just laugh and nod her head in agreement, Eddie is a total gentleman.

“Does he do that fancy tongue and finger combination thing?” She asks and Eddie swears his face is the same shade as a tomato as he lets out a silent groan and runs his hands through his hair.

“He does oh and sometimes he does this thing with his pinky where-” before you can finish your sentence you heard something that sounds like a door slam making you jump a bit.

“Hey baby!” You hear Eddie’s voice coming from the kitchen making you smile as you look over the back of the couch. “I’m home and brought you lunch.” He shouts as you grab your phone and head into the kitchen after putting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

“I’ll call you back later.” Your friend just smiles and nods before both of you say goodbye and hang up. You slide your phone into your back pocket and grin when you see Eddie standing there with a bag that says Benny’s on it. “Oh you’re just the best.” Eddie just laughs and shakes his head as he places the bag on the dinning table.

“You know me…always a gentleman.”

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luveline · 7 months

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HIIIIII! I’m so obsessed with you and this series but If it fits into the storyline maybe could we get something where princess hasn’t been seen or heard from all day and the whole castle is gossiping that she ran away and Prince Steve hasn’t been able to pull away from his duties to find her but he eventually does. Kinda vague but I know if you do this you’ll write it better than I could ever explain it lol 💖💖

thank you so much! ♡ prince steve au fem, 1.3k

Steve is in his politics class when he hears the first whisper. There are many awful things that come with being the future inheritor of an entire kingdom, and the very worst in his opinion is having to know the politics of the surrounding kingdoms, cities, islands, island kingdoms and their cities. It's exhausting.

And what cruel torture is this? His mother and father insist he needs to find his soulmate before he turns twenty four, but when he does find you he's not actually allowed to spend time with you. You're locked away like a sick fairytale and Steve spends hours at a time wondering what you're doing, what you're thinking, if you've been eating properly. He went from knowing nothing about you to not enough.

Your name is like a lime spotlight. He hears it and he perks up, a trained dog, looking out of the corner of his eye at two service maids changing the eucalyptus sconces.

"I heard she tried to leave a few days ago and got caught. If I were Y/N I'd never walk again, let alone run away. I'd have someone bring me a pot to piss in–"

"Shush!" the second maid laughs. "What if someone heard us?"

They're lucky the others in the room are distracted, less lucky that Steve is a moth to your flame.

"Wherever she is, I hope she doesn't come back. Prince Steven doesn't flirt with us anymore, it's depressing. Do you think my tabard makes me look fat?"

Wherever she is? Where are you?

Steve starts to stand and gets forcibly sat back down by his tutor. "Don't make me hit you with the stick, Steven," he says, his teasing lost to a permanent monotone drawl.

It continues more of the same but in different places. He hears possible locations at fencing practice, motives between sickening spoonfuls of pot pie and biscuits he can't stomach. Guardsmen talk of you in alcoves and the seamstresses whisper it between pins held in their lips, until finally Steve's had enough.

"What use is fitting me for my suit if the bride's run away?" he asks, pulling pins from his thighs. "This is ridiculous. I'm done."

He scrambles into his clothes and shoes. He's buttoning his shirt in the middle of a wide hallway when Robin appears. "Public indecency, nice."

"This is my house."

"No need to brag." She offers her hands to take his jacket so he can button faster. "You know your princess is missing, right?"

"Where have you been all day?" he asks.

"Where do you think? I've been looking for her. Safe to say she's not in the Palace. Where did you say she lived before this?"

"I… don't know."

"Useless. We've no hopes of retrieving her then, unless you want to put out a mandate for her return."

"Stop talking like that," Steve says, scrubbing his jaw tiredly. "I know where she is, I think. You can't come with me."

"Why?"

"It's a secret."

"You can't leave the Palace without me. Do you know how close I was to getting fired last week?"

You and Steve snuck out before dawn to explore the city together, and to finally get to know one another for a chunk of time. It wasn't enough, but it was a good start. Steve told you a few secrets, and it's about to come in handy.

"Good thing it's not outside of the Palace, then," he says, grinning at Robin mischievously as he takes his jacket from her, turning to walk backwards and steadily away. "Stay here."

"I'll find your dumb hiding place!" she calls after him.

Steve shrugs into his jacket and descends the stairs. It took him years of being constantly watched to evade the eye, and if you've successfully secluded yourself where he thinks, you're a natural royal. Steve slips down another set of marble stairs, through a hallway, into one of the many intricate drawing rooms, to finally slip unseen behind an ornate oil portrait of his great great great grandma.

He finds you sleeping in his den. The walls are tacked with teenage dreams, the floor littered with books he had good intentions of reading. You're curled on your side on the cot, the rinds of blood oranges at your chest and your lips stained mildly red from eating them. There's barely any light in this secret room; Steve can't stay here long without getting claustrophobic, but he needs to come here sometimes or he ends up feeling a different kind of trapped.

He turns the latch of the oil lamp and lights a match. When he touches the red head of it to the lamp's dish, blue, green, and hyacinth-purple light sprays the walls and your snoozing face. Cutout stars remain, the shade of your skin left alone.

He resists the urge to wake you with the tip of his thumb pressed to one such star, instead kneeling by the cot to shake your arm. "Hey," he murmurs, "you okay?"

You blink. Sleep crusts your left eye and your lips are chapped, the whites of your eyes a sore red as you meet his. It's funny, nobody looks pretty waking up, but Steve thinks you've just about managed it.

He gives into what he wants, his hand riding the gentle curve of your arm.

"What's wrong?" he asks quietly.

You stare at him like he's not what you were expecting.

"You okay?" he asks again, rubbing the crook of your elbow in search of an answer.

"'M fine," you say, barely audible through hoarseness.

You sit up and wipe your eyes. Steve reluctantly takes his hand back, not wanting to overdo anything. It's the strangest feeling in the world to know someone will love you one day but they don't know you yet. Stranger still to know you're all alone here, and if Steve doesn't advocate for you, there aren't many who will.

He's happy to do it.

"Did someone say something to you?" he asks gently.

He wouldn't speak to you like this if you didn't respond, your posture slouching forward, relaxing from that tense rigidity you hold whenever you first see him.

"No one said anything to me, Steve. Your– my lady's maids wouldn't leave me alone. I'm not used to, uh, having my entire day planned for me." You collect your orange rinds into your palm. "It feels childish now, but I needed to be by myself. Do you know what I mean?"

"I've been doing what other people tell me for years." He takes the orange rinds from your hands. There's nowhere to put them, so he keeps them. He didn't want you to get your fingers sticky with pith. "And it drives me crazy. That's why I told you about this place."

You make a face like your breath is caught. He sees it everyday. He's starting to worry you're too easily panicked.

"Have you eaten anything else today? We should go."

"Will they make me do all the things I should've been doing?" you ask.

"It's evening. We'll have dinner on the terrace, your lady's maids won't come up to you while we're together." He seals his promise with a quick kiss to your knuckles. Your soul mark glows palest pink. "You're sure it's nothing else?"

You, hesitant as a dormouse, trail the side of your pinky finger against his wrist where it rests on the cot. Purple‐blue light like iris petals paint your skin. "This is all really crazy," you whisper.

"I know," he says back, voice dropped to a murmur to match you. He can't offer you a better response —this will always be crazy.

You nod slowly for a moment, visibly thinking. "What do you want for dinner tonight?" you ask.

"I want what you want."

"Maybe I want what you want, Steve."

You make his name sound like an inside joke. He tucks the glow of his soul mark out of view as it burns a rosy hue.

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paddockbunny · 6 months

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Don’t Blame Me - prologue

Summary : You had it bad. You had it so damn bad for a man that was not your boyfriend. And when you arrive in Brazil and find out all the drivers were staying in the same hotel…what happens when it’s suddenly all out there to you, on a plate? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : SNIPPET/ONE SHOT Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, no warnings yet for this mini chapter. Images : curated from Pintrest Authors Note: This is inspired by a post from @extra-ricciardo 💖 there will be a full imagine on this and it will be expanded upon - I’ve just not had the strength to be able to write it yet because I’m focusing on some health stuff x

Daniel was one of those guys. The type that would get under your skin. The type to get stuck in your brain and consume it. Devour every single corner of your mind. He would infiltrate the deepest, darkest parts of your conscience and even reach down deep into your soul. He was the type of guy that you couldn’t help but let yourself indulge and run away with the possibilities of being with him no matter how hard you tried to control it. Daydreaming over what it would be like to spend a night with him - and wake up naked beside him the following morning. He was the type of guy not to realise how every single time he so much as glimpse in your direction your skin darkened with an impossible blush. A burning, intense heat would crawl upon your neck and your cheeks when those deep mocha eyes shot a sideways glance at you.

Daniel was one of those guys. But he wasn’t your guy.

You were taken. Already claimed by another. You didn’t know Daniel even existed until after you had already started dating someone whom he considered one of his closest friends - but the feeling deep in your soul ignited the moment you were introduced and you were sure that if only you had met him first you would have, well, swiftly set about making him yours. He just had this raw magnetism that made you feel like a moth to a flame. When you were near him he intoxicated you. And you were positive he felt the same. There were flashes of it. You could see it in his eyes. He would slow down so he could walk closer to you, came to check in on you and make sure you were catered too, and you would catch him staring - even while you were with your boyfriend.

But again, you continually had to remind yourself, he wasn’t yours.

You knew that most girls would kill to have been you. You were dating a champion. A world champion. One that loved you. Really, really, loved you. He had fallen first and hard - so hard in fact he almost gave himself a concussion. He was all in within one single month. He wooed you with dinner at fancy restaurants and sent so many flowers to your apartment that it began to resemble a florists. He worked hard at making you fall for him and before Daniel you figured this was it, it was end game for you. But even you knew the fantasies of Daniel fucking Ricciardo weren’t harmless. Sure, if you were just a fan and you had a normal boyfriend then ok, they would have been totally normal. But your boyfriend was Max Verstappen. So no, the fantasies were not just harmless. They were dangerous, risky, worrying even.

But it didn’t stop your brain from imagining Daniel naked, every single time you so much as heard his name.

And it didn’t stop you wishing that someday you those images inside your head would turn into reality…

Find Part 1 Here

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treasureofmammon · 4 months

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💛 Tsundere Mammon (headcannons) 💛 (1/4)

👥️Characters: Mammon x gn!reader

⚠️Warnings: Fluff, mention of lust and sin.

🔎These are some headcannons that I have about Mammon, mostly based on my own interpretation of how he is with us.

📝 Note: See Levi's here: Shy Leviathan (headcannons). See Satan's here: Rational Satan (headcannons). Ps: I don't think I'll do all brothers, though.

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Tsundere Mammon, who give us the cold shoulder at first, afraid of his own feelings first thing he saw us, trying to avoid falling in whatever trap this is, because our soul shines and he can tell he could easily be like a moth that flies to a bright light without a thought.

Tsundere Mammon, who mistrusts his own hunch about us because we are human, and humans have hurt him as much as humans hurt each other and themselves.

Tsundere Mammon, who is afraid of our first order once he's under our control by the pact, just to find out that we just want him to call us by our name and that we just want to be seen by him and to be his friend.

Tsundere Mammon, who quickly realizes that he can't avoid his fate, he is and will fall head over heels for us, and yet, he resists as much as he can.

Tsundere Mammon, who barges in any situation that makes him even the slightly jealous without a second thought and only after he acts, he realizes what he did, but still can't manage himself to accept why.

Tsundere Mammon, who everytime that he's faced with the question of what does he feel for us, he's quick to say the opposite to no avail, as everyone knows better than himself about his own feelings.

Tsundere Mammon, who starts to soften around us: suddenly, material things are not as important as it is to spend his time with us.

Tsundere Mammon, whose greed begins to focus on us, instead of material things.

Tsundere Mammon, who becomes our inseparable knight, our protector, and mostly, our best friend.

Tsundere Mammon, who we share laughters with until both our stomachs hurt.

Tsundere Mammon, who plans fun movie nights in his room; but when it's only the two of us, he starts to panic, thinking: "I-i-i-is this a d-d-date?".

Tsundere Mammon, who wonders if we were made for him, because he's sure our soul and his are linked somehow, and that he must have had to fall down from heaven to hell as part of his fate, just to meet us.

Tsundere Mammon, who craves the littlest and slightest drop of love and attention we can give him. Just a small praise, just a small touch, even if it's just us bumping against him by mistake.

Tsundere Mammon, who starts noticing every single thing about our routine and can't stop looking at us until he finds himself sighing fondly by our side.

Tsundere Mammon, who starts to acknowledge his feelings for us, secretly and yet bluntly, until he realizes he's willing to go to the underworld and back just for us.

Tsundere Mammon, who has found himself doing the right thing before pursuing his own benefit and his own interests because our influence starts to rub on him without noticing. He curses himself after he's left moneyless but secretly adores how proud he feels of himself; if we knew, we'd feel as proud of him, and that fills his heart of gold.

Tsundere Mammon, who slowly starts to relax around us about his feelings until he can honestly say he loves us infinitely, especially if we are alone together.

Tsundere Mammon, who simply can't believe we have chosen him over anyone else because we love him; if all his luck was being saved for this specific reason, then losing every bet was worth it.

Tsundere Mammon, who melts in our arms just by a little kiss.

Tsundere Mammon, who can't stop thinking about us in every single way, including lustful and sinful ways; and he's glad he's a demon, who doesn't have to fear about his own thoughts and desires.

Tsundere Mammon, who is willing to leave his life as a demon for us if we want to. Who is willing to stop living thousands of years in exchange of just a teeny tiny part of his lifespan if that means he can live it by our side.

Tsundere Mammon, who thinks on names he could give to our children together, and on how to get his stuff in order to start a family with us.

Tsundere Mammon, who plans both intimate and big gestures all the time for us, especially if we are dating him.

Tsundere Mammon, who acts like a perfect angel with us only, even if he acts like a scum or ruthless demon with anyone else.

Tsundere Mammon, who feels his life is complete and his heart is healed, once he has us in his arms, us fast asleep, both of us in his bed, after we finally admitted that we love him deeply and forever, including beyond death itself.

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[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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