#beans an asshole but he’s cute so it’s fine

[selfishmachinez]

About time I found someone who writes for mammon !! With that being said, I’d like to ask for him with a service top/dom reader? N maybe near the end once we’ve pleased him he returns the favor via oral ? ^^’

MAMMON WITH SERVICE TOP!READER

notes: HIIIHII THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT??? GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET RN I LOVE THIS LITTLE THING SM☺️☺️ also im so sorry about the wait i got sick and didnt have inspo for like a day😔

warnings: not writing mammon's accent sorry💔 idk how to write accents properly just imagine it in ur mind idk; mammon being an asshole (hey, its mammon.); afab reader; insults like cunt/whore/bitch etc are still used in a gn way tho; my gf proofread like 80% of this if theres any typos blame her not me /j

word count: 1,510 (not including a/n)

NSFW UNDER CUT

okay lets get this straight

this man can NOT be a good dom

he's literally the single of greed what do you expect

our little pillow princess /hj

okay imagine this: after fizz quit, he's obviously PISSED OFF, so u do a little favor for him (wink wink)

Normally, during his Clown Pageants, you'd just sit next to him and the fizzbots on his web, watching the contestants try to win the crowd over, just to miserably fail, and watch Fizzarolli win... again.

This one had to be the most interesting one so far. Fizzarolli quit. And insulted Mammon too. He was pissed, to say the least.

You left the web a while before he "exploded" the Theatre and entered his office.

"That little bitch!" He shouted, bursting inside the office, not in full demon form anymore.

"Mam, the door." You warned him. But yeah, he pretty much already broke the door. Whatever. He's got the money, he'll get it fixed later.

He sat down on his bean bag next to you. "Can you believe it? I made that cunt! And he just walks out the scene like that!" He bitched, sitting down next to you. "That ungrateful, useless, little-" You shushed him before he could finish his sentence. "WHAT?" He growled at you.

"I think you need to, y'know, relax a little. You know what I mean?" You said, giving him the look. His eyes widened a little at the statement. "Just sit back and enjoy yourself, okay?" You said, running a hand under his motley.

"Fuck." He groaned. He was trying his hardest not to just rip his clothes off. He had a tough day. He needed this. He needed you. Your touch.

You run your hand down his pants, pulling his cock out. He was so painfully hard already. "You're this hard already? All because of me huh? You just love the attention, don't you?"

"Just- fuck, don't make me beg, you cunt." He moaned out, leaning back against the bean bag.

"Alright, boss," you said, your voice dripping with lust. You knew how much of a whore he was for that type of nickname.

brief interruption☝️ i hc his dick is about 10" (HAVE YOU SEEN HOW BIG HE IS ofc hes gonna have a huge cock) and has the same colors as his tongue (purple/periwinkle with dark yellow stripes) AND HELLA GIRTHY TOO HELLO????? CONTINUING,

You gently grip his cock, tracing circles on his tip with your thumb, causing the tiniest drop of pre-cum to leak out. "You like this already? Gosh, you ain't gonna last a second like this." You teased, beginning to stroke his dick at painfully slow rate.

"Doll, please," he panted out, in the most ridiculous fashion ever.

"Don't be greedy, Mam." You chuckled, he was so cute begging like this. "I thought you said you wouldn't beg."

"Maybe if you did a better job at this, bitch." He grunted.

"Do you want me to stop?" You said, softening your grip around his member, causing him to panic a bit. "No! Don't!" He begged, tugging at your sleeves with his bottom pair of arms. "Doll, c'mon. Don't leave me hanging."

"Hm," you wrapped another hand around his dick. "Fine, since you're being such a good boy." You'd have some work to do now. Giving him handjobs was always such a handful, no pun intended. Since he's big, a single hand was never enough. You thought about it for a while, forgetting what you were doing in the first place. "So?"

"Right. My bad." You got back to it quickly though; moving your hand up and down his member at a quicker pace, making him pant and whimper under your touch.

You wanted to give him a blowjob. Should you, though? Yes. Definitely. Even though the back of your throat would hurt horribly afterwards.

Your hands are quick to let go of him, making him tilt his head in confusion. "Whatcha doin'?" His confusion died down swiftly after he saw you kneel in front of him, pulling his pants down. "Don't." He said, grinning as he just ripped them off himself, spreading his legs. "Good boy." You mumbled, kissing his length.

While one of your hands rested on his inner thigh, rubbing gentle circles on it with your index finger, your tongue went from his base to his tip, feeling every little vein on the way up there.

"Fuck, pumpkin." He moaned, grabbing the back of your head. "Please." He lifted your head up to make you look at him. He gave you the most pathetic grin ever, sweating his ass off.

"Don't be a baby." You kissed his tip, making him moan, covering his mouth with his hand.

After teasing and edging him for a good 5 minutes, he had enough of that. "Just- ugh, please." He groaned, tugging at your hair. "Do it already. Ya teasing me too much."

"Stop being a brat, whore." You shut him up with that. "Good." Finally, you got to work. Though you only swallowed his tip at first, he was already a mess. But you had to keep going; you force yourself down his length as best as you could, licking and sucking on him. That was definitely not enough though, so you grab the part you couldnt get down your throat with your hand, caressing his base.

"Close. 'M so fucking-" He groaned, sending down little electric shocks. Oh, yeah, he does that sometimes.

another interruption, i hc him an being a ballooning/joro spider, since he kinda looks like one and they use electricity like him‼️ okay CONTINUING ONCE MOREEEE,,,,,

You took your mouth off him for a bit, gasping for air. "You're being so greedy, you know that?" You grinned at him. He looked like such a mess right now. Panting and sweating. But by god, did he look adorable like that. You go back to just gently licking down at his member, looking him in the eyes.

"Pumpkin, please, 'm so close- fuck..."

"Is that so? Hm?" You mumbled, kissing his base gently, going back to patting his tip with your palm. He greedily humped your palm, eager to cum.

He kept on buckling against your palm until he moaned loudly against his hand. "I'm gonna..." You pulled your hand away from his tip, letting him cum all over your face. He slumped down on the bean bag, gasping for air louder than he had to.

You sigh, getting up to grab some tissues to get you both cleaned. He calls you, "Yes?" You reply.

"Y'know, I could 'pay you back'." He grinned, getting up and grabbing you by the waist. "Ya just calmed me down, guess I owe you a little favor." Without warning you, he grabs you and throws you (as gently as he could) back on the bean bag, leaning on top of you, licking his own cum off your face.

"Cleaning the mess you made with your tongue like that? You slut." You fiddle with his jester hat. "What are you gonna do, huh?"

"Just trust me, sweet cheeks." He mumbled, taking your pants/skirt/shorts off. Oh. Was he gonna..? Normally, he wouldn't really pay you back, not that you wanted him to. You were perfectly fine with just pleasuring him. "You don't have to."

"I want to. Are you gonna let me do my thing, yeah?." He grumbled, taking your underwear off with his teeth. God.

"Mhm, yes sir." He kissed down at your v-line, making you tremble slightly.

a/n, i tried to hard to write an amab version but god im horrid at this

also holy shit have you seen his tongue

he def knows how to use it for good

im wet i mean who said that whaaaatttt🤯

He gently licked down at your clit. Once, twice. Then stopped. "Why'd you..?" But he shushed you by shoving a finger inside you. "Ya like this?" You answer with a weak moan, which he took as a "yes".

So, he put another finger in, scissoring them inside you. He sucked on your clit, making you moan and squirm. "Use... your tongue."

"Hm? What?" He pulled out, looking up at you, a wide grin spread across his face.

"You know what I mean." He looked back down at your cunt. You squished his face between your thighs. He took his fingers out, licking them before replacing them with his much longer and thicker tongue, making you whimper. Loudly. He moved his tongue inside you. Up and down, left and right, in and out.

It was rare for him to give you oral, but when he did, it felt like heaven. He pulled out, panting. But you shoved his face back there. He couldn't stop. Not now.

He quickly went back to eating you out, needily thrusting his tongue in and out your pussy.

"Good fucking God, Mammon-" And there he goes again, pulling his tongue out. "Why'd you stopp..." You whined. He looked down at your puffy and wet cunt. "Shouldn't have teased me earlier."

"What, but- but you know you like it!" Your tone dripped with desperation. You needed to cum so badly. Would he give you the satisfaction that early though? Obviously not. Not out of selfishness, he just had to give you a good orgasm. Like the one you gave him. "Mhm..." He huffed against your entrance, gently shoving a finger in while licking your clit in a circular motion.

He did so for a good 5 minutes, before adding a finger, then another one. You couldn't take it anymore. He was overstimulating you so much. You aggressively tugged at his hat, forcing him onto you even more. He took two fingers out, replacing the latter with his tongue.

You definitely couldn't take it anymore. "Mammon, I'm gonna..." Finally, he let you cum. Not that you let go of him for a good 10 seconds though. You gripped at his hat, still riding out your high.

"See, told ya I'd pay you back."

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Eddie Munson's royal fuck-up

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 11

Prompt: Royalty AU

Rated: G

CW: none

Tags: Rockstar Eddie Munson; Royal Steve Harrington; Meet cute; Flirting; Secret Identity; Sort of angsty/open ending

"So, tommorow…" Chrissy says from behind the folder they've been provided. It looks so posh with its dark green binding, the royal sigil embossed on it in gold print. Eddie hates it. It probably thinks it's so much better than the other folders. "When you're introduced to Prince Steven, you're to address him as Your Royal Highness. After that, you call him Sir." 

"What, really? Dude, at least buy me dinner before we start with the kinky shit." 

Chrissy shoves his feet off the desk, which almost makes him topple off his chair. 

"Can you take this seriously? A royal visit is an important matter. We can certainly use the publicity-" 

Eddie's hand crashes down on the desk. "I'm a fucking rockstar, Chris. That ain't enough publicity? This place is my baby, mine. What does that royal asshole know about what it's like to have a rough childhood? He thinks he can come here, give a little speech, smile for the cameras, and suddenly it's all about him?" 

"What, now you care?" 

He whirls on her, but the look she gives him makes him freeze. Chrissy sighs. 

"Eds, you are so busy with the new album and the tour, you haven't even met the new volunteers. I said I'd manage the place, and that's fine. But you must trust me. Just do it for me. Please?" 

*

The skate park has new graffiti, and he hasn't even seen it yet. Eddie exhales his cigarette smoke and watches how it curls up to the sign spelling Hellfire Youth Center.

Maybe Chrissy is right. Maybe he should be here more. Maybe he's been so caught up in the whole fame and fortune thing, he's losing sight of what's important, like- 

"Watch out!" 

Like guys on skateboards barrelling towards him. 

Eddie throws up his hands. The guy tries to swerve, completely tips his precarious balance, and goes flying off the board and right into him. They land on the asphalt with an undignified oomph. 

"Shit, sorry," babbles the guy and tries to disentangle his limbs from Eddie’s. "Couldn't brake-" 

"S alright," Eddie hears himself say, even though his ass hurts like a bitch from the impact and he can already feel the bruises forming. "You can fall into my arms any time." 

Skateboard guy blinks up at him and - fuuuck, he's cute! In a scrungly, beanie-stuffed-over-chestnut-locks, black-rimmed-nerd-glasses kind of way. 

For a second, nobody says anything. 

"For fuck’s sake," someone swears, and then little Max Mayfield is running towards them, ginger braids jumping with the movement. "I told you to be careful." 

"Sorry," cutie with the glasses says again. Eddie has never seen him around. He must be one of the new volunteers Chrissy mentioned. "Guess I'll need to practice some mo- ow, shit!" 

His hands fly up to cradle his knee. There's a hole and a rapidly spreading bloodstain in the fabric of his jeans. 

"Oh fuck," Eddie says, and whips his bandana from his back pocket to press it to the wound. "Red, why don't you hop inside and get the first aid kit? I'll stay here with …" 

He trails off expectantly. Cutie's eyes go wide. 

"I, erm … Dustin." 

"I'll stay here with Dustin." 

*

Dustin, it turns out, isn't just cute, but also fun to talk to. He doesn’t gush about what a huge fan he is or ask for an autograph once. Eddie never thought he'd appreciate that one day, but it gets really old really quick. 

Instead, they jump from one topic to the next, sitting on one of the benches and watching Max go on her board. Dustin has a quick, sharp wit and isn't afraid to counter Eddie’s jabs with his own, delightfully bitchy sense of humor. Damn, to think he almost missed this one. He really needs to be around more.

"I love this place, y’know? You created something great for these kids." 

Eddie jerks to attention. The sun has started to dip, casting Dustin’s smile and the hair poking from his beanie in a soft golden light. 

"Thanks man," Eddie murmurs, and feels the bitterness boil back up. "Some people seem to think it needs better publicity, though." 

Dustin shuffles awkwardly, winces when the movement pulls on the Care Bears bandaids Max has plastered all over his knee. 

"You mean the royal visit?"

Eddie huffs. 

"Yeah, man. I mean, what are they expecting me to do, bow and grovel while his Royal Doucheness prances all over the place with his perfect hair and fancy suit and thank him for it? It's not like he cares about these kids, it's all just a gig to him."

Dustin draws his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You can't know that. Maybe he does care. Maybe he's-" 

Eddie barks a laugh. "Oh, give me a break. All the royals are good at is looking important and spending our tax money. I can fucking do without-" 

"Steve? We gotta leave, c'mon." 

They both whip around. A fancy black limousine with tinted windows has pulled up in the parking lot behind them. A gruff looking man is holding the back door open and looking at them expectantly. 

Dustin sighs and stands. 

"Coming, Hop." 

"Wait, wait, what?" Eddie babbles as he walks towards the car, shoulders in a sad little hunch. "What's going on? Who's that guy? Why's he calling you-" 

And then it clicks. 

"Oh fuck," Eddie says. 

Dustin … no, Steve … no, Steven - Crown Prince Steven fucking Harrington - gives him a tight smile while the man ushers him into the backseat. 

"Thank you for your time, Mr Munson, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll try not to be too much of a douchebag, I promise." 

The door clicks shut. 

The car glides away. 

Eddie buries his face in his palms. 

"Jesus fucking Christ. He's the fucking Prince."

Beside him, wheels grate on asphalt as Max brakes.

"Wow," she deadpans. "You're in some deep shit." 

Eddie groans. 

Tomorrow is gonna be a long-ass fucking day. 

Part 2

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HEARTLESS 💔 - PART TWO

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: much to your horror, Jack shows up again and asks you to see his son one more time

(This is the second part of the one shot HEARTLESS 💔)

Warnings: angst, hurt, a little bit of fluff because Wyatt is super cute, mom!reader, asshole!jack, mentions of abortion

A/N: besties honestly i don't even know why I am doing this, while i was writing, i realized i don't like this suffering at all 😭 i think agent whiskey is such a dad and husband material and he's so handsome and sexy and he would be so affectionate and would give the best orgasms and cuddles in the world but i can't stop myself from pouring angst into people's lives 😭

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Wyatt whimpered as you sent him to bed. He wasn't sleepy at all and he wanted to talk about all the fun things he'd seen during the day. He loved to run freely through the green fields, he liked scaring away the chickens, petting the horses and watching the baby pigs. 

But his favorite part of the trip was the cowboy. He was so cool, Wyatt spent the rest of the day blabbering about him and asking you all kinds of questions. He was so innocent and pure, your heart shattered each time he would look at you with his little curious eyes and shoot you another question about the mysterious figure. 

Though he wasn't mysterious at all. It was his dad, not that Wyatt knew about it, you figured he was just too little for that, he was still your baby. He wasn't even four yet and he had to live his little life with only his mama as he'd been rejected by his dad since he was just a small little bean in your womb. 

You saw his begging, pleading eyes, just like Jack's and felt your heart clench, there was nothing he would ask you and you would say no. You sighed and pulled Wyatt into your lap "fine baby boy, if you don't wanna sleep now, then come cuddle mama!!!" You tickled his tummy and made him squeal and snuggle you. 

You sat comfortably in his small bed and let him sprawl over you, loving how happy he got. You ran your fingers through his soft curls and pecked the top of his head. He was waiting for a bedtime story as you always told him one, but this time, he wanted a cowboy story. You swallowed and took his tiny little hand into yours, stroking it gently 

"You really liked that cowboy, didn't you?" You asked your son and earned an excited nod "alright… let mama think…" you closed your eyes and thought of any story you could tell him, however, you didn't know any cowboy stories… the only cowboy story you knew was your cowboy… but that was a long time ago, when he was yours and you were his. 

Still, Wyatt looked up curiously, waiting to know what you had to tell him. 

You swallowed and began telling him the story about your cowboy. 

With a few modifications, some sugar coating and softness you told your son about your first encounter with the cowboy and how it made your heart melt. You told him how you two hit off and how the cowboy had a real nice job of fighting bad guys and saving the world, you couldn't control the pride in your chest as you saw the joy in Wyatt's eyes, loving that storytelling so much he often gasped and giggled.

And going down the memory lane, you managed to make your son sleepy, as he blinked his tired eyes and yawned "night night mama" he whispered before falling asleep.

You smiled at yourself and covered him up, silently walking out the bedroom and walked around your dark, empty apartment. Your mind wouldn't stop replaying the images of your day, your sudden encounter with Jack, something you really thought wouldn't happen soon. He looked handsome, like he always did, smelling great and if you didn't know any better, you would probably fall for his trap again, if he flashed you those beautiful eyes, gave you a grin and said any dumb pickup line with his accent. There was just something so attractive about him, and you had fallen for him once, but you wouldn't make the same mistake twice. 

You thought about how he hugged Wyatt, it didn't even seem the same man who rejected him, who simply broke things up with you once you found out you were pregnant. One day you were deeply in love with each other, and the next he was suggesting you get an abortion. It was something you just couldn't handle, you couldn't accept and just like you were alone in the world with your baby. 

When the doorbell rang, your heart clenched once more, you didn't even need to check, you just knew it was Jack. 

You dried your eyes and sighed, walking to the door and opening it for him. 

Jack stood there, looking almost as unsure as you did. He was holding his hat in hands and watched you hesitantly. You could tell he was looking for words to say, but nothing came out. 

"Come on in, Jack" you said and let him step inside, closing the door behind him and letting him get familiar with the place. 

Jack looked all over the place, he had never been inside your home and it hurt him how it looked homey and cozy. No matter how much he spent on decoration at his own place, he could never get it like that. 

He carefully watched the picture frames, so many photos of a life that could have been his as well, but he chose not to be a part of it, it didn't even matter his reasons now, the result was there: pictures of you on your baby shower, pictures of the first time you held Wyatt in your arms, his first birthday, his first day at daycare, mother's day… all those precious, beautiful moments, and absolutely no trace of Jack. 

"It's good seeing you again, Y/N… you look even prettier than before, sugar" the man turned to you, his voice was small and though his cocky way of speaking wasn't there, you couldn't believe the first thing he told you in years was a cheap attempt of charming you.

"What do you want Jack?" You folded your arms and stared at him, you didn't want to play games nor beat around the bush.

"I wanna be around my boy" he replied to which you scoffed and shook your head 

"Your boy? The same one that you rejected when he was nothing but a tiny little bean in my womb? The one you insisted on me getting rid of? I don't think so, Jack" 

He sighed ashamed of his past and took a step closer, to which you immediately took a step back, showing him you wanted nothing but distance from him. 

"I know what I did, and I know how awful it was, but after I saw him today… I realized I can't get away… please Y/N" 

"You think you can just walk in and demand to see my son? After you abandoned us? He isn't a cute puppy, Jack! You can't just find him sweet because you spent five minutes with him and think you can bring your shit storm into our lives. That's not how it works. I don't want him around you, because you are a mess and you will break his heart just like you broke mine!" 

"I didn't abandon you, Y/N. Don't be unfair with me!!! All these years, I followed the two of you from afar, I provided you with money and other things you needed.. hell, who do you think managed to get you this apartment lease?" He raised his eyebrow getting on the defensive "I wanna do it the right way, but if you make things hard, I'll get a damn lawyer and you will have to fight your cut ass off to pay for one yourself because I won't rest until I have my boy with me!!!" 

You knew Jack, he wasn't bluffing. He was the kind of man who got everything he wanted, but you just couldn't accept he could walk into your home and have a claim on your son after everything that happened, even threatening you to find an attorney. 

"It's not the same… money helps but it is not everything, where were you when I was pregnant and alone? When I needed someone to hold my hand and tell me things were fine? Where were you, Jack? When Wyatt had his first fever and I didn't know how I could help him calm down? When he said his first words? When he took his first step? You missed it all out, even if you had given me your whole fortune, nothing pays the memories you lost!" 

"I just want to see my son, nothing else Y/N… I don't want you, I don't want our relationship back" he said knowing it would sting you, he couldn't help but make his intentions clear. You two would never be together again, he knew that because you would never take him back, so he thought it was easier to just convince himself of it beforehand. 

You, on the other hand, could never be with him again, even if he hadn't done the things he did, there was still no way you could compete with a ghost, you just thought it was easier to convince yourself Jack never stopped loving his first wife and he never would, so your relationship was nothing but an adventure. 

You didn't want him to see the tears in your eyes, you didn't want to show how weak you felt at that moment. 

Before any of you could say anything else, tiny footsteps interrupted the argument that was about to explode. 

"Cowboy!!!" Wyatt said excitedly as he still rubbed his tired eyes but ran to Jack, giggling as he was so easily lifted up into his arms. The toddler was so affectionate, he just wrapped his small arms around his neck once more and rested his head against Jack's shoulder "miss you cowboy!" he giggled happily and snuggled.

You bit your lips and did your best not to cry, but it was pretty much impossible, you couldn't understand why your son liked that man so much without even knowing him. It wasn't fair to you, and you were ashamed to realize you felt jealous. 

Jack, on the other hand, felt his heart fill with pure joy for the first time in ages. He quickly kept Wyatt in a warm embrace, loving the smell of his baby shampoo and how cute his PJs were. 

His hand rubbed up and down his back as he sat on the couch, letting him relax completely and in a matter of minutes, Wyatt was back in dreamland.

You hated how easy it was for Jack to make your son fall asleep, and how much they already liked each other, it hurt you so much, but you were determined not to let that man get near you again.

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A/N: ¿Malparido, no?

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[harrywavycurly]

I need more conversations with Eddie and reader from the one night stand series I love how they argue💕

Hiii babes!! I also love how they argue over the most odd things 😂 so I hope you enjoy these super random conversations between the two of them💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*Eddie admits he likes to see you annoyed but deep down he just wants to make sure you’re okay*

“I’m not eating that.” “Uh yes…you are.” “Uh no…jackass I’m not now get it away from me before I gag.” “Oh the gaging trick huh? You really think that’s going to work?….I saw you gag at a salad then ten seconds later devour a pile of fries so…yeah eat the fucking green beans.” “The salad had croutons on it.” “Yeah? So?” “I don’t like them…they are hard and annoying when I’m just trying to eat my lettuce with ranch.” “Okay no croutons on your salads from now on…now stop trying to stall and eat the damn vegetables.” “They don’t even have cheese on them…” “who the fuck eats green beans with cheese?” “Everything is better with cheese…I don’t know…it just sounds good.” “For the love of god just eat the fucking green beans so we can leave and go look at that crib set Dustin’s mom has for us.” “You’re such an asshole.” “Yeah and you’re a bucket of fucking sunshine…now eat.”

“How are you feeling.” “Like I have a human growing inside me.” “Is…that a good feeling or?….” “It’s weird I feel weird…not bad weird just…I don’t know how to describe it.” “Are you in pain or anything?” “Not really…I do feel like my ankles are getting huge…not sure why I’m not even four months.” “I noticed that.” “Noticed what?” “Your ankles.” “You noticed they are getting huge?” “Yeah because when I tied your shoe the other day they looked a little…puffy…what’s wrong? Oh fuck…” “you’re such a jerk…sorry my ankles are fucking puffy Edward I’m kinda carrying around your baby and just have a lot of weird shit happening with me body.” “No no I didn’t mean it like a bad thing…they are uhm…cute and…puffy…I like them.” “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” “I’m just gonna go…” “please do.” “See you…at the next appointment…call me if you need anythi-” “bye asshole.” “Our baby is gonna come out with the mouth of a sailor…”

“So…I saw something interesting when I drove up earlier.” “Am I supposed to guess what it was or something? Because I’m not in the mood.” “You’re just so fun to be around…” “Eddie…” “i saw your complex is uhm…leasing two bedroom apartments…” “yeah it’s an apartment complex…they are always leasing…” “well what if uhm…I uh…got one?” “You want to get an apartment in my complex?” “Yeah I mean it would make things easier for when the baby arrives and if you ever need me I’d be close by….why are you looking at me like that?” “You…you really are serious about this huh?” “About what?” “This…like being around for…everything.” “Well yeah…I don’t uh…want to miss anything…I just wanted to see how you felt about it before I went and talked to them.” “That’s fine…it would be better if you were a little…closer.” “Did…did we just agree on something?” “We did…feels gross.” “Yeah feels down right wrong…” “can we go see Wayne now? I’m fucking starving and he said he was making taco casserole.”

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[stories2you]

If your requests are open, can I Ask moriarty brothers and Sebastian Moran with very short S/O who's normalny sweet and cheerfull but turns out to be a suprisingly great brawler who can be extremely brutal in fights? :)

As a shorty myself, here's my answer;

~~~~~

William

Man is a giant to you

Heck the moment you step into the Moriarty house, everyone (except for Fred) are giants

William would try to hide his fondness of your height

But fails

He has that one sweet smile just for you

He's whipped

Especially in bed

intimately and comforting

He'd hold you tightly into his chest

DONT MAKE ME GET STARTED WITH HUGS

warm

you'd even fall asleep while hugging

until...

smol y/n fights

yknow how cats are cute, soft, floofy?

until they attack?

yep. thats how you are.

Will is amazed and shocked

but nevertheless, he's worried about you

until one day, someone messed with you while you were shopping together

you smacked the culprit with the new skillet you just bought

man is speechless

"Oh dear, you did well. Let's go get a cup of tea." he'd say as a reward

"Thank you, honey."

Louis

You'd help him around in the kitchen and the manor

He'd find it adorable that you cant reach some spots

But he'll gladly help you

From passing the cloth to him

To him carrying you in his arms so you could do it yourself

It's just because he doesn't want you to get hurt from climbing on the stool or whatever

Set after timeskip

You and Louis are happily married

William is home

But there are some assholes that are still talking shit about Albert and Will

Without any hesitance, you flipped the chair you were sitting on at the culprit

It's been awhile since Louis saw you fight, but he's still surprised by your skills no matter what

He's even surprised to see you brawling with a man who catcalled you

You were pregnant at the time, belly has shown, but still strong as ever

Louis is too surprised and amazed

By your strength despite being in a vulnerable situation

"Are you okay, my dear?"

"I'm fine, just tired. Little bean was cheering for me when I was hitting that person."

'I married a great wife'

Albert

Despite being within the smaller side

Albert was more impressed than surprised by your strength

From multitasking house work

To helping out in the missions

There are disadvantages due to your short height

But you'd find ways to reach and hide

Which made you a great spy alongside Fred

Back when he was in prison, you'd always try to make him smile and comfort him

And he was appreciative of your efforts

And made him love you more

After his release, he was caught off guard when you managed to hurt Moran by hitting his pressure point

"Looks like you've lost, Moran. Good job, My Love"

"Oh no, it's nothing. He deserves it for not doing the housework."

Moran

THIS MAN IS HUGE

There was once people thought that you were either siblings or parent and child

It was a good advantage for disguises but

He's your one and only

But you called him.... Daddy

aight

He was attracted by your personality, which slowly made him notice your physical traits more

Your short height made him smirk

Teases all the way

Until he had said something to try to cheer you up, but made it worse

You had squeezed his hand so hard that he screamed

And you even took your anger out by punching a sand bag

That left a mark of your small fist and the force

'Did I marry a cat or a lion?'

"Sorry honey, did that hurt?" You'd ask

Another smirk

Y'all know where's that gonna lead to.

~~~~~

tbvh, i'd like to hug all of them. i love tall people, they're so nice to hug. can i have a william please? I'm sorry, I hope you enjoy! Sorry if it's rushed.

~ Mayu

#yuukoku no moriarty headcanons #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty scenarios #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty scenarios #william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #albert james moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty #louis james moriarty #louis james moriarty x reader #sebastian moran #sebastian moran x reader

[hellavile]

‍ PART FOUR.

‍ warnings . . . profanity, mild smut, masturbation, oral ꒰ m & f ꒱, shower sex, office sex.

previous chapter. masterlist. next chapter.

pancakes; the first scent of your morning. as you stretch your limbs, you realize that you aren't in your own home, sitting up quickly to scan the dark master bedroom, the heavy duvet draped over you becoming hot. last nights events slowly came back to you as you searched for your hearing aid, seeing it lay on the nightstand beside you. toji must've taken it off for you. before you meet him in the kitchen, you run to the bathroom to pee and clean your face. you didn't see any spare toothbrushes so you squeezed some toothpaste on your finger and scrubbed away, rinsing with mouthwash after.

you looked yourself in the mirror, throwing your curly hair up into a ponytail to moisturize your face. the brief conversation you two had last night before you embarrassingly fell asleep was a form of clearance you didn't know you needed. toji telling you what went down and you apologizing for your part made that grudge fly away. with a bond like you two had, you were bound to find each other again. one thing that made you immensely gracious, was that he had made it out alive. it was nice seeing him prosper and enjoy his life, but it's the way he went about it and how he got here that was the problem.

the closer you got to the kitchen the scent grew stronger and the sound of him whistling made your brows raise. he sounded melodic, the tune almost making you swoon. the morning was bright, and that was evident with the way it shunned through the windows into the kitchen. toji’s back was your only view of him so far, his hair messy and his chest bare. a pair of black sweatpants clung to his waist very lowly. you observe the pattern of cuts scattered around his arms and back. alongside dozens of tattoos. both arms full sleeved. tatted back and even front. it’s like a museum of stories. smoke blew from his mouth, toji turning around and grinning when he saw you playing with the hem of his shirt you wore, twinkling your painted toes.

"morning," he rasps, his voice deeper than usual. toji pulls the brown cigar from his mouth, putting it out so it wouldn't bother you.

"good morning," your eyes drop to his deeply cut v-line, admiring his sharp abs.

"eyes on the pancakes, baby," he points his spatula at you teasingly.

"i’m older than you," you frown.

"by a year."

"whatever," you roll your eyes. "also, sorry for falling asleep like that. it was unexpected."

he waved it off. "it’s nothing. i assumed you had a long day anyway."

toji sets a porcelain plate in front of you, stacking up three fluffy pancakes and pouring you a glass of orange juice. "thank you."

"mhm-hmm," he mumbles after shoving a piece of bacon in his mouth. "you have any plans today?"

you needed to report back to headquarters. you weren't supposed to stay out of contact that long. though they knew you were fine since you disarmed your earpiece. "i have to check on the shop and finish a few orders."

"i can take you, i have to head out anyways. i have a meeting later on."

"what’s it about?" you stuff a pancake in your mouth, cheeks bloated and eyes wide with curiosity. toji smiles with admiration. too cute.

"not to spill the beans, but i had some asshole steal from me, so i’m going to—handle him, if you will," he smirks.

chills run down your spine at what he meant. murder was the first image in your mind. "uh, how?"

"don’t worry, i won't kill him," he jokes, but the tone of his voice damn sure didn't sound like a joke. "just gonna show him not to take what's mine. i’m not fond of thieves."

"what if someone took me? what would you do?" why the fuck did you just ask that?

toji hums, tapping your chin while shaking his head. "i don't think you'd want to know."

"you’re right, i don't. bacon, please," you desperately plead, wanting to cover your embarrassment.

"let me find out you have a kink for being kidnapped by rich men who want to do awful—nasty things to you," he teases further, snatching the bowl of bacon away from you and holding it in the air away from you. "naughty girl."

you suck your teeth, folding your arms, upping your chin in protest. "i want nothing of the sort."

toji wholeheartedly laughs, giving you the bacon. "eat your food."

"i was doing that."

"smart ass mouth," toji tsks. "it’ll only get you fucked."

you choke on your food, coughing and holding your chest, reaching for your orange juice and gulping it down quickly while side-eyeing him. he was laughing. what about that was so hilarious?

"toji!" you gasp for air. "don’t say things like that, for fucks sake!"

"i’m sorry, too much?"

"too much."

"my apologies."

talking about, more like around any topic regarding sex was . . . awkward. yeah, the two of you were grown, but on your end it still felt weird to be like this with him since you've known him since you were young. he’s definitely matured. he’s an entire man now, not a little boy. he’ll act on his feelings and say things boldly. as tempting as that was, you wouldn't dare. he’s not having you no matter how far he coaxed you. you weren't that easy.

after breakfast, the two of you got ready. toji letting you shower first and slip on the same clothes while he fixed himself up nicely. he came out into the living room with all black everything; from slacks, button down, trench coat, and even polished loafers. a gold gucci belt matching the rolex on his wrist. various rings on his long fingers. standing next to him made you look like his teenage daughter he was picking up from mommy's. he smelt good as fuck. you had to hold yourself together. at this rate, anything could happen.

the same suv and driver as yesterday pulled up in front of his loft, toji opening the door for you like the gentleman he was and you were off to your mother's home. the drive was a little lengthy, maybe thirty minutes. toji was a busy man, obviously. using this time in the car to speak to important people discreetly so he wouldn't reveal much to you and also wouldn't make it obvious he was hiding things. good thing you had a heads up.

your mother ran a bakery, and above that cute shop was her lovely home you had the pleasure growing up in. after she passed, you made it your effort to keep her shop alive. one of the hobbies you had as a kid was learning how to bake, your mother showing you the works regarding crafting flowers with fondant, wedding cakes, recreating a child's favorite cartoon character . . . the works. you were a pro at this point. today you had to finish a wedding cake for a couple your mother knew, only needing a few more touches before you shipped it off.

you had two other workers, beatrix and vina. both girls had very busy lives, so you gave them a vacation week to let them focus on college and their kids. vina was usually the driver and the person who locked up while beatrix took care of orders and baked as well. since you were getting a little busier, you needed to hire more people whenever you found the time.

"hey, take my number," toji hands you a business card from his pocket just as you were ready to step out the car. "call me whenever you're free. i wanna spend time with you."

your face warms up, smiling at him and placing the card in your bra since you didn't have a purse. toji chuckles, leaning over to kiss your cheek. his lips were soft; like cotton candy.

"bye, toji," you touch your cheek with endearment.

"see you, cloud."

the number for your taxi is already dialing as you approach your mother's home, pretending to unlock the door as toji’s car pulls off. it only takes five minutes before your taxi arrives, taking you directly to your home. as you enter the yellow vehicle, toji watches you from a block down the street with his finger pressed to his temple.

"follow her."

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ⍉

red and black. king, queen, jack. start the line with ten, and end with an ace. fur elise played soothingly on the vinyl in his office while he held a deck of cards in his hand playing solitaire, carefully lining up the cards vertically, groaning when the pit of his stomach flipped, setting his cards down to reach in front of him, gripping at the flowing blonde hair while hissing.

"shit, just like that, doll," toji grunts as the woman bobs her head, her tongue slicking over the underside of his shaft, swallowing him down as far as she could until the tip hit the back of her throat. her hand twisting while her lips glide. toji’s thigh twitches, spreading his legs further apart while leaning back on his desk chair, holding the woman's head still to listen to her gag.

his imagination suddenly runs wild, and he's thinking of you. you were thinking of each other, matter of fact. when you got home, you felt like you could breathe again. taking another shower to clear your head. letting the streams of water beat against your back heavenly, leaning your neck back as the water dampened your hair and flattened it against your back. you must've stood under the water for ten minutes before you actually decided to wash your body. as you smothered yourself in soap, you couldn't help but think about toji.

puberty really hit him like a truck. his shoulders were broader, chest chiseled and hard, eyes bright and healthy, arms bulk and firm, hair softer and stubble brittle underneath his full pink lips. the thought of him and his scent, the way his wide and heavy hands would drag against your smooth skin, or hit your ass with an aggressive manner. his teeth tugging at your lower lip as he whimpered when you rode him, or biting your neck, your nipples . . . your thighs. voice grim when he fucked you and demanded what he wanted from you. how vivid his voice was in your head was maddening.

you gasp, cheeks hot and eyes lulled from the imagination your mind rudely and inappropriately played, finding yourself pressing your back amongst the wall and gliding your fingers down your stomach to filthily press the tips of them against your clit, closing your eyes and softly moaning as you circled your fingers around quicker, free hand palming one of your breasts and twisting your nipples, sound picking up.

toji could hear you calling out his name in quick and breathless pants of moans. he wished he could see you the way you were in his mind. he knew you'd submit to every order he gave. keen when you were praised. beg at the brink of an orgasm. toji’s jaw locked hard, thrusting his hips up into the woman's mouth, picturing you instead. how pretty you'd look on your knees before him.

you wonder how'd he react if he caught you like this. even with all the fog surrounding the bathroom, he would still see you desperately shifting your hips on your hand, a weak scream you let out diminishing his straight posture as his fists clench. he would feel like you were testing him, that you did this on purpose to get him to fuck you.

his jaw would lock hard, and he would stalk towards the tall glass shower and quietly open it, not caring if he was fully clothed and step inside, water splashing him instantly as his hand wrapped around your throat. you’d jump slightly, opening your eyes and meeting his dark ones. his other hand would pull your right thigh up to sit at his waist and then yank your hand away from your soaked pussy and replace it with his own, biting your lip and maintaining eye contact.

"what are you doing?" he would rasp deeply, instantly making your face grow hotter. you’d be too embarrassed to answer, but he'd make you by teasing you. groaning in both agitation and rouse, he would choke you harder, still having that dangerous grin on his face.

he wanted to taste you, touch you, feel you . . . so bad it ached. to see you squirm and cry as he buried his face between your thighs while his eyes burned into your face, watching you, rushing his tongue heatedly on your throbbing clit. when you'd try to push his face away, he would grab your wrist and pin it down, bringing you closer and spanking you for being disobedient. you wanted the same, and as you reached your climax fairly quickly, toji was denied his.

"yo, s," toji opens his eyes to see ichigo walking into his office.

"really, dude?" ichigo squints his eyes at him, toji staring at him blankly, still moving his hand with the woman's head.

"speak," toji groans, irritated that he ruined his imagination of you.

"turns out you were right. she’s not on the vip list, meaning there's no way she could've gotten that bracelet without coming to me or the initiation party," ichigo hands him a folder, toji scanning over the list for your name.

"maybe she went by another name, or someone could've given it to her."

"maybe," toji goes silent. "hey, what's the deal with this girl anyways?"

toji sighs. "you can go now."

ichigo eyes the tall blonde as she fixes herself up and makes her way out without another word. toji tucks himself in and fixes his belt, rolling his eyes at ichigo’s judgmental stare.

"she’s lying to me," toji rubs his temple with frustration. "she doesn't live where she says she does, the bracelet—something's up. i feel it."

"what if she just doesn't trust you yet? you’re a man with a lot of power and popularity. maybe she's just scared."

"she’ll be terrified if she found out who i really was, then. i’m sure she doesn't have a clue. it’s not like every person in japan is aware of me. the populations too big for that. besides, me and her have a connection."

"is she an old friend?" ichigo crosses his arms.

"more than that," toji goes silent. "if I can get this bracelet, do you think you can take a look at it? to see if the code is different?"

"it’s me we're talking about, of course i can," ichigo cockily stated, toji shaking his head. "i’ll report back to you if i find anything. for now, stop being paranoid. and stop fucking with these women, pig."

"mind your business."

"you are my business, asshole. ten years going strong. our anniversary is coming up, can i get a bouquet of roses please?" ichigo bats his lashes playfully.

"yeah, yeah," toji waves him off, picking his cards back up to finish his game after ichigo excitedly exited. well, he didn't say no.

toji’s mind drifts off once more. he knew when something was up. he was going to figure it out.

#paranoid series .ᐟ #toji jjk #toji fushiguro x you #toji smut #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro #toji x black reader #toji fushiguro fic #toji fushiguro x black reader #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk fic #˖ ࣪ 🖇◞ 𝖆𝖗𝖙.

[total-drama-atlas]

I was warned about ep5 being not so good

So anyway episode five time!!

Millie asking Chris to stfu about her possibly being dishonest? Girl I was liking you. Don’t tell me you lied my girl Priya she didn’t deserve that. Neither did my beloved lauren :((

New intro is seeming less bad hmm

Damien complimenting Priya and then she gets all flustered? That is ADORABLE

although the way they show Priya’s blush seems… off. I dont think realistically it would be that saturated on her skin tone, or that light. The color isn’t quite right for the red shade of her blush I don’t think, but I’m obv not an expert and I still think it’s cute

ZEE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I hope he’s a merger

the way zee was drinking his soda after pricking the side of the can was so funny for literally no reason.

Wayne and Raj are so stupid and adorable and I love them so much

now I see why Julia specifically said beans. this is peak comedy /s

“Ew! Are flirting with me over my farts???” “Yes, I am😏” ripper that was the one funny thing you have contributed so far. Other than the alfalfa male thing that was funny too

“So you don’t get eaten by the raptors.” “THE BASKETBALL TEAM?!? “ raj you are so sweet

Does chase not realize not everybody is a total asshole or??

The raptors are a downgrade from the total drama bears :/ glasses bear my beloved

Zee is so great y’all

WAYNE IS SO PRECIOUS “I just thought of something!” “Rajie, you can tell me ANYTHING. Anything you need to get off your chest about your feelings or who you are or anything at all. I am here for you and I care for you. I will never judge you.” (Confessional: “He’s telling me! I’m so excited!!) “you got any hockey tape?” (“Nvm”)

I didn’t notice Emma’s undercut… hmm…

MK is a schemer. She’s everything noah could be. I love her and would die for her.

Emma has every right to hate chase. He’s awful. I hope she gets to commit a crime at him

“I KILLED ZEE 😭😭😭😭” “sup” “OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY ZEE 😭😭😭” “it’s fine bro idc”

Damien being a little bit of a nerd is so cute to me. I honestly love that for him

Ripper is so gross and not in the way that I can look past his brand of physical comedy and appreciate his character. it’s in the repulsive way

Then discussing how possible it would be for a raptor to open a door while one opens the door is a tiny bit funny

YOU TELL THAT RAPTOR JULIA READ IT TO FILTH JULES

Bowie and I are on the same page here

guys MK’s jaundice is back I think

Priya is so sweet I love her “DAMIEN! You’re the love of my life!” “I am????” “NO BUT I WANTED TO SAY THAT TO SOMEONE BEFORE I DIE”

Wow they just. Blew up the mess hall. Wowzers.

RAJ IS SO SWEET AND PURE I LOVE HIM OMGGG

Id ripper doesn’t leave this ep I will be SO upset

WHY ARE THERE LESS STUMPS TO SIT ON THAN BEFORE? WOULD IT KILL YOU TO HAVE SOME BASIC SET CONSISTENCY

If Damien gets eliminated I am going to cry

NOOOOOOOOO

okay but the reason is wholesome

not a good episode but at least I knew what I was getting myself into. I pity anyone who watches it without at least a warning of how awful it is

#total drama #tdi #total drama island 2023 #total drama island #total drama spoilers #td #tdi 2023 #tdi23 #total drama reboot #td spoilers

[cantillat-moved]

TEN Q’S:

1. when are you usually online? I’m mostly active at nights throughout the week. I have two jobs, one of them from home so once I finish a batch I can do a quick tumblr check up during the evening, but I also got another one at a physical location (I actually came back a few moments ago). I’m also free mostly at weekends, that is when I usually try to catch up with drafts, rps on discord and other stuff (including some gaming). Still, I’m easy to reach on discord at any time. If I’m awake or not at the job that requires my physical presence I can check and get to you as soon as I’m able to.

2. what verses are you involved in outside of this page? I have a bunch of AUs for Shirou, mostly focused on “routes”. He is a visual novel protagonist and his story varies with which partner he gets involved with, right? I got a few of these. I’m also working with @moonlightmagus a fairy Yuuki and knight Shirou which is the most “out there” one. Some of my partners are interested on my older muses so I’m considering “reviving” a few for something simpler. There was also a quick custom grail war with some friends from outside tumblr, it was great fun. Maybe we’ll do it again some other day, or maybe I could organize one and have an open invitation. I also have a few RPs going on with some old friends from before my tumblr days (we have a “campaign” with OCs in a Final Fantasy X setting that has been going on for 15 years on and off). I’m always open for AUs either here on tumblr or discord. There is something cozy about doing a 1x1 with people. 

3. what is your biggest RP pet peeve? I’m usually very chill about rp partners. It is very hard to get under my skin, but I think the worst offender is not communicating. It is ok to don’t know what to reply reply, feel free to contact me any time so we can brainstorm and maybe have an idea or two and either go from there or maybe move it somewhere else! There are always so many possibilities. Or jump to the next scene. If you are having trouble to understand my reply or if I wrote something that didn’t sit well with you, I won’t get upset if you tell me. I’ll actually be grateful to know your boundaries better and keep it in mind for the next time! Same goes for headcanons or anything really. Writing is a collaborative thing and I’m not here to make anyone uncomfortable or to throw curveballs (unless you want a challenge in writing, of course) And if it seems that I have dropped, maybe either tumblr ate it or my brain short-circuited or something. Feel free to message me. 

4. are you drawn to specific types of muses? I think I have a very eclectic assemble of muses for the most part. I got good beans, cynical assholes, cute mascots, ordinary teenage girl, Dracula… I just write what I vibe with and sometimes I have the mood to write something or another. But I do admit that I’m usually attracted to either brood or sass (or both). I admit the latter there is a fine line between sass and asshole and I try my best to don’t cross that line.

5. are there recurring themes in your writing that people might not notice? Hmmm… It depends on the source material. For example, Narukami’s story is about bounds and connecting with people, discovering oneself and moving throughout the fog – that, in this particular case, are falsehoods and illusions in our lives among the mish-mash of information overload, rumors and other circumstances. Shirou and FSN in general is about loneliness, the desire to connect with others, to pretend to be “normal” while dealing with being alone and struggling with the mental traumas. Also the concept of what is inherently “good” or “evil”. Oh, but I also try to incorporate a lot of philosophy from kyudou and Buddhism in general to his way of life in subtle ways. And, of course, how the way he grew up also makes him misread people – and that also leads people to think he isn’t too bright (he is mostly oblivious tho). I’ve always been big on meta analysis and he gives me plenty of opportunity of doing it in a coveted way to enrich my writing. The tl;dr is that it really depends on the muse and it makes me very happy when people mention in private things they notice. 

6. what are your favorite RP trends? I love the incorrect quote meme, and the “x has appeared” is always a recipe for some fun things going on. Having a pinned post with easy access to rules and info in general is always nice too, the pinned post was one of the best things that tumblr ever implemented just saying. And … Uh… I like the backquotes thingie. I think it is neat. (and it also seems to make the tumblr wonky mobile formatting less frequent).

7. what is your process for starting a new story with someone?  The easiest way to start a new story with someone are memes, as they offer easy ice breakers and sometimes interesting scenarios that I wouldn’t be sure that my partner is interested in. As in it would never cross my mind to even ask because it wouldn’t be something in our radar, you know? Another way, of course, is DMing and gushing over our muses. Some of my usual partners can attest to that. I also love unpromted asks, even if sometimes I’m slow as molasses to get to them.

8. how do you feel about duplicates? I usually don’t mind duplicates for my muse. I actually had fun twin verses with other muses! Like how Air ( @venusbeautyshock ) and I had a Hajime and Izuru twins AU for Danganronpa, and how Kay ( @mistermxrgan ) and I had two Bigby Wolf from The Wolf Among Us/Fables just meme-ing around and being two gruff wolves tired with everybody’s shit. It is always so interesting to read the different takes and , of course, meeting with someone with good taste is also a positive! However! I did have a very bad experience not too long ago with someone interacting with me, then ghosting me after making a duplicate and stealing my headcanons. If I have become less prone to share resources for the muses I’m currently RPing as, that’s why.

9. how long have you been involved in roleplaying? On tumblr I started in 2013, but in general since 1997-ish with Vampire the Masquerade, GURPs and the 2nd and 3rd editions of dnd. And then online around 2000-2001.

10. is there a muse or verse you wish you could write in, but haven’t? Right now I’m pretty satisfied. I have a few wishlists for my muses but not anything extremely specific or that I hasn’t been planning or about to start with someone.  Maybe something Star Wars? I think it is the only big thing I hasn’t dipped my toes yet. 

ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʏ: @more-than-a-princess ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ: @ryogai , @lyriccl , @xdcwntherabbithole , @pcrdiseseekers , @moonlightmagus , @sparklymuses , @maledicti-oculi , @chainedbystories , @failinaut , @lunaetis​ , @capravulpes​ , @tricksheart​ , @luckynatured​ , @gamenu​ , @lachrymosestorm​ , @of-omnitrixes-and-servants​ and you

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[altocat]

Cloud headcanons pleaaaase 🥺🙏🥺

Yessss the Cloudster, my beloved ❤️

-The angriest bean. Not a morning person. He will shuffle about all groggy and grumbly during the early hours of the day. DO NOT POKE. FIVE FEET SPACING PLS. DO NOT APPROACH. He's typically fine once he's had his coffee. But still might be a bit snappy.

-Cadet!Cloud on the other hand was clumsy and shy, with one hell of a sweet streak. He just wanted people to tell him he did a good job 😟 Sephiroth saw a lot of his shy and vulnerable child self in Cloud and mostly tried to avoid him, though he couldn't help but be simultaneously intrigued as well, asking about his home life and all.

-Spends all night laying there thinking of badass combat catch phrases to impress everyone. Is that desperate.

-Really likes spicy foods.

-Bisexual. He wasn't comfortable about it at first and only ever admits it to those he trusts. He crushes hard on Tifa obviously but also had a crush on Zack and a huge fanboy crush on Seph. He also crushes on Aerith too. Cloud acts all tough and edgy but he falls for people VERY quickly. He'll never admit it. (He and Tifa are endgame though in my mind please don't kill me shhhhh)

-Wanted to be strong growing up. No dad made him latch onto Seph as his vision for a powerful male role model. Plus he wanted to protect Tifa too.

-Is extremely ticklish. To the point where it's ridiculous. He will deny this to the grave.

-He is equally amused and charmed by the most innocent and silliest of shit, would definitely be that guy to giggle at cute puppy videos behind closed doors. And then freak if you catch him doing so.

-Deserves a comfy rest after a long day of trauma ❤️

-Is honestly just a wonderful magnificent broody dork I love him so much look at this edgy sweet baby boy what a lovable asshole what an absolute KING swoon

#Cloud Strife #Cloudcanons #tifa lockhart #ff7 #Crisis Core #Asks #FF7 #ff7r #ffvii #Cloti #Headcanons

[solace-seekers]

do u still have bean👀

no 😔 but here’s a picture of him from last year that i randomly found 🥰

#i had to crop his ass out of this so you’re welcome <3 #beans an asshole but he’s cute so it’s fine #notpjo #tammie #heyimboredtalktome #mutuals my beloved

[phasmwrites]

hi nat sama worrynod ill get megumi with couch and any position u prefer excitedmeow ty lob u

hi bean sama yes yes here it is i hope you like it uglysmile

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Female!Reader

Word Count: 602

Warnings: Smut (18+), Mentions of Sexual Harassment (not from Megumi), Creampie

“M-Megumi, please!” Your voice wobbles as you struggle to shout your boyfriend’s name, poorly attempting to ask him to please slow down. Falling on deaf ears, Megumi only quickens his already brutal pace, mindlessly slamming his cock into your tight hole over and over again. While one of his hands is curled into the couch cushion, the other has an unrelenting grip on your ankles as they remain locked at his neck, the muscles in your thighs burning from the intense stretch.

It’s hard to focus on that though when the head of Megumi’s cock is pushing into your g-spot with every powerful thrust, causing a series of low moans and whines to fall from your swollen lips at the overwhelming pleasure. His balls are slapping against your skin at a punishing pace, his pelvis pressing into your sensitive clit with every thrust. You watch as a thin line of sweat accumulates on his forehead, rolling past his furrowed brows and down the side of his rather agitated visage. 

“The nerve of those assholes to put their hands on you,” He seethes, still dwelling on the events of only an hour prior. Much to Megumi’s dismay, the two of you had gone out for drinks at a bar nearby with Nobara and Yuuji and everything had been fine right until he darted to the restroom only a few minutes after your friends left. When he returned he was met with the sight of you shoving off an abundance of drunk men as they attempted to make a pass at you. Toying with your hair, whispering words of absolute filth, gripping your thigh, all while you beg and plead for them to leave you alone. 

Fortunately, Megumi rushed in and snatched you away, though it hadn’t ended there. The two of you were swiftly kicked out when your boyfriend punched two of the men square in their jaws, sending their now unconscious bodies flying to the wet, wooden floor. 

“I should take you back to that bar after stuffing you with my cum,” He pants, his pretty green eyes rolling back when your cunt squeezes him even tighter at the thought alone, “Let them, fuck, let them watch it trail down your leg like the perverts they are.”

“Megumi,” You cry out, back bowing off the bed as you rake your fingers through his unruly dark locks, seeking purchase for your oncoming orgasm. 

His hand suddenly releases its harsh grip on your legs in favor of curling his thick digits against your jaw, forcing your bleary eyes to meet his hardened gaze, “You’re mine.”

“Yes!” You attempt to nod frantically, “I’m yours, only yours, always yours, I promise.”

Megumi’s once rough complexion slowly shifts to one of endearment at your promise, leaning down until his lips urgently press to yours, all while keeping up his quick pace. Both of your orgasms crash into you at the same time, moaning into one another’s mouths sloppily as hot cum floods your insides, filling you up so much that it already starts to spill past his thick cock and down your ass. Your own release soaks the plush couch beneath you, more than likely staining the new cushions.

“Sorry, if I was too rough,” He sighs after coming down from his high, burying his nose into the crook of your neck in abashment, “Those guys really pissed me off.”

“It’s alright,” You let out a soft laugh, arms and legs clinging to your boyfriend’s sweat-lined skin, “It was pretty hot...”

“Shut up–”

“...seeing you get so riled up, it was kind of cute too–”

“Shut up!”

#phasm.positions #megumi smut #jjk smut

[bump1nthen1ght]

Meet Cute (GN!Reader/Mothman)

Pairing: GenderNeutral!Reader/Male!Mothman

Genre: Cryptids

Warnings: Car accidents, descriptions of bruisings and pain

Word Count: 2564 words

Summary: After an incident, You find yourself in the care of a rather strange savior.

Request: Hey, long time fan, but I could never think of anything to request! I was wondering if cryptids were considered monsters here? Would you be willing to write a meet-cute with Mothman? Maybe something along the lines of them saving the reader from a disaster and sparks fly, and boy, if that's not a pun: like a moth to a flame. Mothman can be man or gender neutral, and I'd like the reader to be gender neutral! But everything is to your discretion! Have fun~! And thank you~!

He doesn’t usually do this.

As he cradles your neck, feeling the microfibers of human hair at the base of your skull and your thrumming heartbeat, it feels as if you could shatter apart in his talons. Your pupils flutter behind your eyelids, the pain of the collison definitely affecting you, even in your near-unconscious state. He sets you down on the scraps of thrown away jackets and ratty down-comforters, paying extra attention to your head and side, where splotches of purple and yellow already bloom up your ribcage. You easily fall into the warmth of the pile, snuggling into the fabric.

He sighs, anxiety decreasing as your body relaxes. Having already checked you, he thinks you should last a night before needing to go to a human hospital, just to double-check. He perches by you, tuning the ancient radio to a subtle night-time station, and waits.

Your chest flutters rhythmically, peacefully. Your features seem to shine in the firelight, catching the shadows and giving the appearance of a Baroque painting. So serene for someone just hit by a car.

He sighs.

He just hopes you won’t freak out.

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You wake up in a jerk, immediately filled with regret as your right side screams in pain. You clench your teeth, hand immediately checking your ribs as the memories of last night come flooding back.

You had been walking back home after a night out with your friends. You weren’t drunk, barely even tipsy, but had decided to walk the short path to your tiny house anyway. It was quick, just a 5 minute jaunt by the side of the highway and away from the bar. Just enough time for some asshole to swerve off the side of the road, send you flying, and take off without a care for the deer they assumed they just killed.

It takes a little while longer for you to process that you are definitely not in a hospital right now; Not even in your own house, or any house for that matter. A dying fire crackles nearby, the rising sun beams peaking through makeshift curtains attached to a structure of branches. You sit in a small pallet of fabric, right next to a collection of newspapers and old cctvs.

It’s ramshackle, sure, but well-loved. It doesn’t look like a permanent residence, but is lived-in nonetheless.

“Are you feeling alright?”

A calm tenor breaks the silence, causing you to shoot your eyes away from your surroundings and to focus on the person across from you.

Well, person probably isn’t the right word.

His eyes, even in the morning light, flash with red. They’re huge, set deeply into his face with very indistinguishable features. His neck is nestled into a large amount of fluff, reminiscent of winter scarf, that extends back into his large wings, which are tucked behind him. The antennas that flicker on top of his head are distinctly insect-like, but his long, muscular body and hands are more mammalian. Not human, but more similar to an animal. His hands are long and near-spindly, each finger ended with a long claw.

All these features should come together into an uncanny-valley, terror-inducing nightmare. But there’s something about his voice, the way he sits, so cautious yet concerned, that says the contrary.

“U-Uh...I think so.” You shift your body, a lightning bolt of pain shoots through your ribs and you wince. “I’ve felt better, though.” You tentatively lean down and touch your side, trying to check for a fracture without hurting yourself even more.

The creature stands up, wings still closed and kept to his back, and walks over to you.

“Would you mind if I checked your injuries? I have some experience with collisions such as yours.”

After a second, you nod. He steps closer to you, still moving at a micro-speed, and his hands slowly begin to wander up your side. You suck in a breath, but are more afraid of the potential pain than him. His slow, southern drawl reminds you of old movies and your grandpa, radiating comfort with almost every word. Plus, whatever he was, he had shown you more compassion than the human asshole who had hit you last night, so you felt a little more relaxed having him this close.

Nevertheless, he treats you gingerly, fingers just grazing your bruised side. You wince as his index finger finds a particularly dark bruise, and the creature quickly pulls back.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, it just-fuck that hurt.”

The creature nods but doesn’t move to touch you again.

“Does it hurt when you breathe deeply?”

You shake your head. You had been taking calming breaths to assuage the anxiety of waking up in what might be a monster’s den.

The monster hums, a light chittering sound, like several wind chimes all at once. He reaches over to a small, nearly-rotted, medicine bag in the corner and pulls out an ancient-looking jar of pain cream. He gingerly slides it towards you. “You may try this, it might relieve the pain for a while. Although you should probably see a human doctor to see if you’ve sustained any serious damage to your ribcage.”

You uncork the cream and tentatively dab a bit on your fingers, looking up with a  shaky smile to your savior.

“Uh, t-thank you. For everything-”

Growl

Your hand jerks to your stomach, face going flush as you accidentally brush against your swollen side. The creature perks up.

“I believe I have some human food. Would you like some?”

Sucking in a quick breath, trying to hide the tiny pain and your embarrassment, you nod.

The creature stands up, fumbling with the remains of a kitchen cabinet. From his hunched posture, you’d guess this tiny shelter isn’t big enough for his full height. With his long fingers, he reaches and flicks on the radio. The sounds of a local station’s jingle filters through the air as he grabs a can of beans from a shelf.

You slowly begin to rub in the medication to your side, occasionally looking up at your savior as he flutters around his den. Despite his extended limbs and large body, every movement is very similar to that of a human’s; He moves around the make-shift kitchen like a doting partner, a thought which brings a small blush to your face.

The illusion is shattered when he tears the top of the can clean off, cutting through the metal like a hot knife through butter. As he turns to rekindle the fire and start your breakfast, you quickly look back to your wound, trying to hide your curiosity.

The creature lazily stirs your breakfast as a song begins playing on the radio. The strumming bass is perfect for the morning haze, the low drawl of the singer rhythmic and relaxing. You notice the creature bobbing his head, humming along to the tune. His voice sounds slightly distorted, squeaking like the crackle of tv static. You find you quite like it.

The silence returns, filled only by the radio and the crackling fire. The creature's disposition is amicable, but you're still not sure how to initiate small talk.

“Um, thank you, again. For everything. You really saved my ass.”

The creature gestures with their hand as if to say “No problem.”

“I saw that man hit you with that car and take off. As you were hidden from the road, I thought it best I intervene.” The creature pulls off the now-cooked beans and grabs a spoon, handing the can to you. You take it eagerly, another rumble growling from your stomach. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, foregoing all table manners to scarf down the breakfast.

“If I am being honest, I don’t typically interact with humans in such a….direct manner.”

“Ah, I guess that,” You eyes do another survey of his gangly, inhuman appearance, “makes sense.”

The creature nods, grabbing an apple before sitting across the fire from you. You can tell he is tense, probably waiting with baited breath for you to come to your senses and scream. There is a small part of you that wants too, desperately, but you silence it with a large mouthful of beans. The apple is tossed back and forth between the creatures hands, his eyes locked on the fire. The curiosity of how he eats things sneaks its way into your thought process. “Do you have a name?”

The creature perks, pausing it’s movements and looking at you with its large, red eyes.

“.....I’ve heard humans call me Mothman. I think it is quite accurate.”

You nod, swallowing down another bite of beans. “Do you...like that name?”

The creature doesn’t respond, eyes still piercing into your heart. His face has a small micro-expression, but you’re not sure you can read it. “Because my brother always said first impressions are the perfect time to reinvent yourself, so I could call you something else if you wanted?”

The creature's eyes flicker, in a movement you think is slight shock, before his eyes roll back to the fire. The small light of the fire flatters the dark black of his fur (You think it’s fur?) and only accentuate his large eyes, flashing and reflecting like rubies. In his relaxed position, he sort of looks….handsome.

“You may call me Mothman. Thank you for asking.”

You nod, letting the strumming banjo of a new song on the radio fill the void. The bouncy beat has you unconsciously bobbing your head as you scoop a spoonful.

“I love this song.” You mutter, lamenting how you're almost out of food to stuff your mouth with.

Mothman hums in agreement. “Me as well, this station is my favorite.”

Given your empty bean can, you take the leap into a conversation.

“Do you have a favorite kind of music genre?”

Mothman fiddles with the stem of his apple, brow (if it can even be called that) furrowing.

“I guess I never thought of what my favorite would be. I mostly listen to whatever the radio plays, enjoyable or not. Though,” Mothman points his thumb to the radio, “I love the sound this instrument makes, though I am unsure what it is called. It’s almost like….”

Mothman’s voice begins to make a squeaking trill, one extremely similar to that of plucked strings, although much sharper and shorter.

“Oh, you mean the banjo? Uh, the one that goes like-” You try your best to imitate the chords of the banjo, unconsciously moving your fingers to imitate playing. It’s not nearly as musical as Mothmans’, but his eyes widen and he nods excitedly.

“Yes! Yes, that sound is very pleasant. I’d say any music with that in it is my favorite.”

“Ah, country, that’s a really popular one around here. Have you ever heard ‘Goodbye Earl’ by The Chicks?”

Mothman shakes his head. Your face drops in surprise.

“Oh, it’s so good, it’s about-” As you lean over to give a long spiel about the song, another bolt of pain shoots up your side, forcing you to bite your cheek so as to not cry out. You keel over your legs, clutching your rib cage.

Right, car accident.

In a second, Mothman is next to you, tentatively laying a hand on your shoulder. His fingertips just barely brush your skin, yet you can still feel a slight fuzziness, the same that covers his whole body.

“You might want to see a human doctor, soon.” You suck in through your teeth, slowly adjusting yourself back upwards. “Yeah, yeah, that’s probably a smart idea.

“I can take you as far as the end of the highway, if you’d like to call a friend or a cab.”

You nod, not trusting your voice to stay steady. Mothman’s other hand slowly moves to your other hip, only applying a modicum of pressure.

“May I help you stand up?” He almost-whispers, a hot breath of air blowing across the side of your neck as he speaks. A shiver runs down your spine as his large fingers play gently against your skin, covering a good portion of your pelvis. You’re thankful you can explain away any blush with the pain. You nod once more.

The two of you stand up gingerly, Mothman almost extending to his full height and brushing the blanket-ceiling with his antennae. You take a couple of small steps, the pain in your side taking the occasional moment to sting you.

Your eyes squint as you exit the encampment, sun already fully risen and in your face.

“If at any point you feel uncomfortable or in pain, let me know.”

You turn your head towards Mothman, but before you can ask any questions he sweeps you up in a bridal carry and extends his wings in one motion. From the corner of your eyes you can see dark red patterns that swirl on them, invisible until caught by the sunlight. Your hands instinctively lace around his neck, fingers tucking into the soft fluff of his neck. Mothman gives you a quick nod and what you think is an assuring smile

Without a word, you two take off.

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You two fly low to the ground, Mothman expertly maneuvering through the trees and underbrush as he glides along the highway. You’re sure if you were to drive by, he’d look like a flickering shadow in the woods, nothing more.

He sets you down by the edge of town, just out of sight of the semi-busy main street. You basically collapse to your feet, heart pounding with adrenaline and mind wracked with “Holy fuck, I just flew with the goddamn Mothman.”

“This is where I must depart. Do you think you can find suitable transportation to the hospital from here?”

You nod, still trying to wrestle your vocabulary from ‘What the fuck, Holy shit, Oh my god.’

Mothman gives you another smile and comforting nod, patting you on the shoulder.

“Very good. Good luck on your travels. Oh, and try not to be hit by any cars, alright?”

With a playful glare from you, Mothman begins to unfurl his wings and ready himself to fly back into the woods, buut before he can-

“Wait! Uh….” Mothman halts, wings still wide open. Your mouth and mind stagger, not even sure what you wanted to say. “I have some old country cassettes back at my place. If I found my mom’s old WalkMan I could….show them to you? Some time, maybe? Give you a chance to be your own radio DJ?”

Mothman’s face remains relatively neutral, but the way his antennae unfurl and his wings slightly perk upwards betrays his interest. It’s extremely adorable, like a little kid who hears the word ‘ice cream.’

“Yes, I think I would love that.”

“A-Awesome.” You breath out, not realizing how long you had held it in. “Same place, maybe next Saturday? Though hopefully I won’t be thrown in there by a car this time.”

Mothman lets out a series of squeaks, which you assume is his laugh. He gives you a thumbs up. “Cool, it’s a date.”

With the last word, you walk away, still hobbling with your probably-fractured rib, a large smile on your face.

As Mothman flies away, the cold wind of a West Virginia morning blowing across his body, he can’t deny the certain warmth that radiates from his chest.

I have a date.

#my writing #mothman #monster x reader #monster romance #gender neutral reader #reader insert #mothman x reader #fluff #cryptids

[miyuwuki]

Is it selfish to ask for another kazuya sister scenario/hq? (it's totally fine if you don't want to do it)

OMG OFC NOT !! a lot of people took a liking to sister!reader so i’m happy to oblige :) the older sister hc is here, so this will be a younger one!

warnings: none

miyuki kazuya x sister!reader hc’s

miyuki’s younger sister

you’re only like a year younger than miyuki

but unlike him, you were calm and quiet (but still have that nasty side (just a teeny bit))

kind of like ryousuke and haruichi

you also had thick glasses like miyuki so people could tell that you guys were siblings

miyuki liked pinching your cheek a lot and when you started off in seido, and he would pull your leg quite a bit

“study hard y/n, you’re kinda stupid” “don’t get lost” he says this as he’s pinching your cheek

“kazuya, please stop talking and that hurts”

being in the same year as sawamura, furuya and haruichi, you ended up being friends with them

it was always the four of you together

miyuki notices this when you hang out with them after practice

you guys could be getting a drink or sitting on the field nonchalantly talking about nothings

“oi y/n, sawamura is not a good friend to be around. find new friends”

“I AM A GREAT FRIEND MIYUKI-SENPAI I DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT”

you would laugh at him and your brother’s bickering

as a younger miyuki, you always looked up to your older brother

you notice that he inspires the people around him and works so hard in baseball so that he can lead the team with pride

also sawamura would not shut up about him

“MIYUKI-IMOUTO, MIYUKI-SENPAI IS THE BEST!”

yeah he calls you “miyuki-imouto” like he calls ryousuke “onii-san”

“eijun, you can just call me miyuki or y/n…”

yeah you’re on first name basis’ w the three

anyways, you too wanted to be like him one day. maybe not the baseball part, but being someone everyone could confide in

you actually got a lot of confessions because of the miyuki genes i mean come on

but the ones miyuki would witness he would tell you to throw away their letters after

“i can already tell they’re not good so throw them away”

quite protective of you

if someone else teases you he would tell them to knock it off

“you’re not allowed to do that only i can”

he knows he has to be the one to kind of raise you since your guys’ father is never around

so as much as he bullies you he cares just as much

one time you barely passed a test and he saw

he just sighed and said “we’ll work on it together” “if you get at least a 75% on the next test i’ll treat you out”

and he spent nights helping you understand the material

he would be pretty annoyed if you made him repeat things but he wouldn’t give up until he knew you got it

and because of that you aced the next test

and of course he did treat you out

with a drink from the vending machine

“i didn’t say how i’d treat you”

but it made you so happy

whenever you were sad he would pat your head a lot or ruffle your hair

literally will be your therapist he is ready to listen to whatever you have to say

if you don’t want to talk about it he’ll cook or put on a movie

and if you did want to talk about it he would be all ears and give his opinion after

if you had a boyfriend he would definitely keep him in check

“if you’re not as good as me then you can’t date her” “where are you taking her and when are you dropping her off” “you like baseball? no?”

you honestly don’t mind it because you know he’s just looking out for you

he would tease your boyfriend too

can you imagine his reaction if you dated sawamura, furuya, or haruichi

“WHY, OUT OF EVERYONE WHY HIM”

one time when it was everyone’s off, you, sawamura, furuya and haruichi were hanging out in sawamura’s room eating a bunch of snacks and playing video games

it was one of their rare breaks and it wouldn’t hurt to bond and relax

but miyuki walked in because he needed to talk to sawamura

and then he saw you

and steam started to release through his ears

“k-kazuya”

“what are you doing here y/n”

“CAP! WE ARE HAVING BONDING TIME”

“don’t worry miyuki-senpai. we are taking good care of her”

“exactly kazuya they’re my friends”

he’d scoff, “make sure she doesn’t do anything dumb” and leave

you’d go to his games sometimes, for both him and your best friends

it gets you so hyped every time

“NERAIUCHI”

you’d make rice balls for your brother and your friends so that they’d have something to eat after the game

miyuki would lowkey criticize you like

“this needs more seasoning” “not enough rice”

“then don’t eat it, asshole”

and then you’d switch gears to your friends acting all nice “please have more”

your cooking is also good though it runs in the family, your brother is just competitive

miyuki would definitely be a bother to you

would untie your shoe laces, make you reach something he’s holding up high or poke you

your reactions amuses him

“kazuya i swear”

“what”

“i will kick your crotch”

“haha”

whenever you guys fight, he would be the one to apologize first. he feels that it’s his duty to be the bigger person

but obviously if you were in the wrong you would have to say sorry first

he prioritizes you as much as he does baseball. a little more i would say

would be a nuisance but a 5 stars of a brother

hugs are awkward and a no go btw

BONUS:

“here y/n drink this”

you would drink it and immediately spit it out

“ew what is this”

“melon soda with red bean soup”

“i hate you”

HELLOOO MY LOVE PLS ENJOY THESE HC’S also i think it’s so cute that sister!mc is in a friend group w sawamura, furuya, and haruichi hehehehe

#diamond no ace #daiya no ace #daiyadaily #dna #diamond no ace x reader #daiya x reader #daiya no ace x reader #miyuki kazuya #kazuya miyuki #miyuki x reader #miyuki kazuya x reader #kazuya miyuki x reader #kominato haruichi #kuramochi youichi #sawamura eijun #i love him #seido