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ozzgin · 1 month

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Can I have yandere Aka Manto x Reader? I see you write Japanese myths, cuz why not?

Yandere! Urban Legend x Reader [Aka Manto]

You never know when you're going to meet your soulmate. It could be on a beach at sunset, on the last bus home, in the elevator of an office building...Or in a public bathroom after you just finished your business. Nevertheless, this urban legend monster has its eyes on you now.

Content: gender neutral reader, urban legend, part horror part comedy, gore!, monster romance

"Are you deaf? It's occupied!" you shout one final time, giving the door a swift kick to emphasize your presence. That's what you get for using a public restroom. Your coworkers had convinced you to try out another bar after the company dinner, and you might've had one too many cocktails. Thankfully most of the drinks were watered down, although it is exactly because of this detail that you're now hovering above a toilet seat with a full bladder. On a Friday night, in the partying neighborhood of the city, so it could explain the persistent stranger - possibly even drunker than you - who keeps rattling the lock of your stall.

To your horror, the handle begins to turn, and you hear a click. You scramble to get up and secure the door, but it's too late. With your pants halfway down, you gawk at the bizarre individual squeezing his way in: a tall figure wearing a red cloak and a mask. "What the Hell?" is all you can mumble to yourself, awkwardly gathering your garments in order to preserve your remaining ounce of dignity. Out of all the things to happen tonight...Alright, calm down. It's most likely a crackhead. You cast your eyes down and focus on the floor tiles, with patterns strategically chosen to hide as much grime as possible.

Pretty. Almost too pretty to kill. He might just take his time with you and savor the moment. Of course, you'll have to answer his question first. With bureaucratic efficiency, he pulls out two rolls of toilet paper and extends them to you. "The red one, or the blue one?" he asks with theatric gravity. What in the Avon samples Hell is this, you think, fidgeting nervously and avoiding any eye contact still. If you ignore him, he should lose interest.

A minute passes in heavy silence. His ghastly arms begin to tire, so he lowers them with a disappointed creak of the joints. "Y-you have to pick one", he insists. Damn it! Perhaps you've been told what to do if approached by mischievous spirits like him? Ignorance means you keep your head, though he was hoping for a gory night of entertainment. You can almost feel the intense stare coming from behind the eerie mask. The tension becomes unbearable, so you finally decide to push your luck. You will not spend the night stuck with a deranged pervert looming over you in a public bathroom.

Without further delay, you shove him aside and open the door. He lets out a surprised hum, observing your daring gesture and almost expecting you to run for your life. To his even greater shock, however, you stop to wash your hands with a relaxed whistle, completely unbothered by his presence. What happened to the fear, the terror, the dread? You peek at his reflection in the mirror, and your lips curl in a mocking grin. Maybe it's the alcohol finally hitting your nervous system, but all you see right now is a pathetic charlatan who tried to intimidate you with literal toilet paper. A good-for-nothing scoundrel interrupting the innocent from their much-needed bathroom break.

In fact, the more you consider your situation, the more your chest puffs with outrage and bravery. You pay your taxes, you help the needy, and this is how your civic deeds are rewarded? By having your stream cut midway? Unbelievable. Unacceptable. No other soul shall suffer your fate tonight. "Wretch!" you cry out, turning towards the aggressor and continuing your demands: "Evacuate the premises at once!"

You might not understand it yet, but your act of defiance has sealed your fate. The hooded monster smiles, relishing the words that have closed the gap between your fragile body and his blasphemous claws. You have spoken to him; thus, he can do with you as he desires. And yet, his murderous fingers hesitate. Your entrails should be splattered across the rarely polished porcelain by now. What's holding him back? He tilts his head in contemplation, but any intention to ponder his feelings is quickly discarded once a loud shriek pierces his ears.

As it turns out, someone else had been using the neighboring stall and was alerted by your little argument. Their finger is pointed at the cloaked creature, features twisted in disgust and fear. "Can't you tell we're busy?" The mysterious man inquires sarcastically. On second thought, this should be enough to satisfy his cravings.

With a snap of the fingers, the frightened bystander is torn apart by invisible hands right before your very eyes. Their limbs detach with surreal ease, and blood splatters everywhere in hot, sticky bursts. In your petrified daze, you are reminded of nature documentaries: blurry snippets of sharks trashing their victim around, fleshy chunks coming undone from the violent handling. Within seconds, the bathroom is quiet again. The walls and ceiling are drenched in fresh blood, and occasionally, fat droplets collapse into a puddle with resounding echo.

It all falls into place. The hooded creature claps its hands, startling you back into awareness. "That's what it was!", he says with enthusiasm. He approaches you with quiet steps, cushioned by the meaty remains coating the floor. He places one hand over the mask, removes it, and gives it a shake as if to clean off the crimson fluid. You involuntarily gaze at his face, taken aback by the handsome traits. Is this the appearance of a ruthless ghoul who butchers mortals for amusement? You wouldn't believe it if it wasn't for the hot trickle of foreign blood trailing your skin.

"I think I've fallen in love with you", he confesses with a wide, saw-toothed smile. You feel a clawed finger tracing your cheek affectionately. "Well? What're you so silent for? You were quite cheeky a moment ago!" he continues tauntingly, gripping your chin and forcing you to look up. "Or have you seen what happens when you misbehave? No, no, darling, I'd never! There are other ways in which I can ruin you."

You're suddenly very cold. With dry lips, you eventually open your mouth to speak: "I'm not leaving here, am I?"

"You could, but that would make me very upset."

#forgive me anon I tried to be serious but the temptation of the piss stalker was too great #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere monster #aka manto #aka manto x reader #japanese urban legend #yandere headcanons #monster x reader #yandere monster x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #horror #horror x reader #monster x human

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urfriendlywriter · 1 year

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fantasy prompts

(feel free to use<3)

"you did WHAT-" "I CAN EXPLAIN-" "you opened a portal??!?"

"They're dead. All of them- they, they are dead!"

"what's happening to me?"

touching a mirror and it plops you into a parallel universe

^ "welcome, your majesty." and they all kneel infront of you. "uhmmn, you must be mistaken-? I, uh, what's, wh- who am I???"

A collapses in B's arms, tugging at their shoulder, "I- I saved every-" and they cough up blood. B trembles as they hug A, kisses their head, "You saved em all, sweetie. God, I love you."

"I would either save my people or shred yours to the ground."

"can you stop-" "SHE JUST DIED-" "-freaking out?" "SHE DIED?? AND YOU WANT ME TO- *she groans and wakes up, from the dead* OKAY NO. THAT DIDNT. HOW DID SHE??? SHE WAS JUST DEAD.??" ".... if you could just.. shut up pls?"

"I can't do this without you...," resting your forehead against their and they let their magic run through you. Speaking so much words than actual words will.

you kiss your lover, hard, passionate and afraid you may not see them again. you part, hand them a necklace, "This talisman.. It has my blood, j-just in case.."

"Promise me that you'll come back."

"you'll die. you can't do this, you can't get yourself killed. i won't let you."

A cautiously asks, "so you can shape-shift?" B shrugs and turns into A--B as A is naked. "OKAY HOLY SHIT, YOU CAN-" "sorry, heheh."

touching your lover and realising they've been lying to you all along

^ "You're not human.. you're not a being, you're not alive, what are you-" they hardly smile, eyes saddening, "I'm sorry, love." and you realise they're dead. they've been, for some time.

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sinsandsuccubus · 2 months

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Fire & Ice - Urban Wyatt

Context: Like a moth to a flame.

Genre: smut

Word Count: > 1k

Pairings: Urban Wyatt x Fem!Gf!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ! Sexual activity, cunniligus.

a/n: I got high, took one look at this photo, and got horny. This was the end result.

Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not older stated age. Reader’s discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

Masterlist ☽☾

“Oh my fuck, Urban…” You moaned, tilting your head further up towards the ceiling. You could feel your legs begin to shake, body convulsing with pleasure.

“Mhmmm.” Urban called out into your pussy, sending vibrations up the flesh.

You groaned, whining slightly as he replaced his mouth with his fingertips, rubbing on the sensitive bud.

You hated the fact that he put this blindfold over your eyes, limiting one of your senses. And so, you couldn’t notice the ice cub tucked in his lips, sucking on the frozen cube as he began to lap at your clit.

Your body jolted from the bed, Urban using his hands to pin you down to the bed.

“Fuck Urban, please. You’re gonna make me cum. You’re gonna make me cu-.” You couldn’t finish your sentence as your body jolted once more, a swift change from his cold lips to the warmth of his tongue, body growing hot like a flame.

“Mmm.” He moaned once more into your swollen cunt, pulling back as soon as he felt you beginning to pulse around his tongue.

“Urb-“

“Not yet baby, not done playing with you yet."

This continued to go on and on, Urban pushing you closer and closer to the edge, before pulling you right back down.

You swore you were going to implode if he continued this any long. However, that was before he let out a final moan, fingers filling your swollen pussy before the cool sensation on your clit.

He had taken the final ice cube and tucked it between his plump lips, rubbing it over your clit. You yelped, clenching the sheets around you. The contrast between the heat of his tongue and the cold of his lips brought you closer and closer to the edge, faster than you thought.

“Urban, baby I’m gonna-“ He pulled the ice cube back in mouth before mumbling “cum”, immediately pushing you over the edge. You let out a silent scream, feeling your body spazz before letting out a broken moan.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” He spoke, tongue still lapping at your folds.

You didn’t think you could cum as hard again until he pushed the ice cube into your pussy, body immediately begging to shake. Between the cold of the ice cube, and the warmth of his tongue on your clit, you were completely shoved over the edge, another orgasm shaking your core.

And as you came, the ice cube shot out of you, alongside the rapid fluids of your orgasm. You had squirted all over his mouth and neck, body jolting hard.

“Fuck.” Urban muttered, pulling away from your body and loosely rubbing at your clit with his hand, shaking a harder pulse out of you. Your legs fell hard against the mattress as you descended from your high, tugging at your boobs.

Urban kissed your cheeks and forehead, the space between you accompanied by sighs.

“Urban, that was- Holy fuck.”

“I didn’t know you could squirt baby.”

“Neither did I.” The two of you laughed, you leaning up to kiss his lips.

“I love you Y/N…… Y/N…. Y/N…?”

You came out of the trance hard, Urban pulling you back from your daydream with his voice.

“Y/N?” He snapped his fingers in your face, pulling you further to attention. You smacked his fingers out your face, him making a face in return.

“What?”

“I lost you for a second.” He spoke, placing a hand over his chest.

“Are you okay?” He spoke, and you immediately nodded your head.

“Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“Last night.” You deadpanned, Urban’s eyes going wide briefly before a smirk appeared on his face.

“Is it my outfit?” You nodded your head, taking your tongue between your lips. He let out a small chuckle before he responded.

“Baby, I don’t even look that good. This outfit is basic as fuck.”

“You're hot Urban. In anything you fucking wear, you look hot. Hell, you could be in nothing but a pair of sneakers and boxers and I’d think you’d look good in it.” His cheeks began to glow pink, flustered before he spoke.

“Want to do it again tonight?” He deadpanned, eyeing you up and down.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

#urban henry wyatt #urban wyatt fanfiction #urban wyatt x y/n #urban wyatt imagine #urban wyatt scenario #urban wyatt concept #urban wyatt smut #urban wyatt x reader

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renjwoo · 9 months

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uchihanitro · 7 days

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Dolomites, Italy

#dolomites #italy #scenario #urban #nature #italia

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jigenstits · 2 months

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hmmm. the police ambushing the gang at their hideout and for once actually surprising them

they manage to escape, though they have no alternative hideout to stay in. so they decide to break into an abandoned building and stay the night there and just. figure it out in the morning

but

the building they break into happens to be some infamously haunted hospital or something that the locals dont dare go near >:)

jigen would be the first one to get scared, he comments on how the place gives him the creeps on their way in and generally sticks real close by lupin the whole time JKHGJHF he keeps seeing and hearing things but lupin and goemon reassure him its just his imagination

then later in the night fujiko sees/hears/feels something that terrifies her and sends her running to cling to goemon for the rest of the night

at this point goe is starting to get a bit unnerved when something suddenly scares lupin so now him and jigen are also huddled up in fear around the samurai JKHJGH goe please protect them lmao

goemon tries to calm them all down until all 4 of them see something in the darkness and hear a voice which terrifies even goemon so uh. they get the fUCK out of there as fast as they can and almost trip over eachother on the way out

suddenly while theyre running off, something grabs lupin's arm and pulls him backwards, everyone turns when he screams, expecting some monster to have gotten him, except it was just zenigata JKHJGHF hed managed to find them right when they left the building and threw one of those rope cuffs on lupin

next thing they know hes hauling them off to jail, and when zeni overhears them all talking about what theyd heard and seen in the building he gets kinda nervous since hes heard all the ghost stories surrounding it (which when he mentions that, lupin bugs him to tell them about it JKHJGH)

#can you tell ive been watching ghost hunting/urban exploration stuff #idk i want them to get spooked #feel free to do what you want with this scenario. id make a full fic about it but im not great at writing anything other than smut #//hcs #//scnro #lupin #jigen #goemon #fujiko #zenigata

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swagging-back-to · 4 months

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if youre over 17yo and you cant cook youre useless

#the amount of people in my generation who will get GENUINELY FLOORED if they see someone cook boxed mac n cheese #to the point where it is notable if someone cooks.#like it isnt a 'oh thats something everyone does. why are you mentioning that you drink water'#people freak out and act like you just revealed you have x ray vision and can fly.#it isnt cute for you to not be able to cook.#and i hope you know i am always imagining how you will slowly starve to death in an apocalypse scenario bc you dont know #how to heat something as simple as a can of beans to safe temperature #like seriously grow up #it screams entitlement and ineptitude #it's horrrrrrible in urban environments but even in rural areas you still find people who only know how to pop a ready meal in the microwav #they genuinely consider that cooking.#like.#actually.#inept adults #new tag dropped lol #it is kinda cool how im seen as godly just for doing the bare minimum every single able bodied human should be able to do

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enigmawriteswhump · 3 months

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The Last Librarian

Part 1

💠 Part 2

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It was easy to fall into the rhythm.

Secretary work was mind-numbingly boring, and paid less than was appreciated. But, the main reason why I kept going was that I needed to survive.

I needed to survive, so I could live.

The lady I worked for ran a small shop named Stone Spirits, a little upstart company. They were backing off the new, trending holistic measures that the last few years had set spinning into motion. To be fair, it meant I was able to add more gems to my ongoing collection, and get free tarot readings once a month. Clara was nice once you got to know her. I mean, once you looked past the three piercings hanging from her nose, and the streaks of neon in her hair. It was enough to ward anyone straight-laced far, far away.

Sometimes I thought she was Fae from the way she practically floated on air with "nature's healing grace", as she called it. I also wondered how many zapain she was on per day to keep her so calm while running a company.

I'm able to handle spreadsheets, orders, but it wasn't what I really saw myself doing for too much longer. I'd wanted to go into maybe geology, or maybe just art, or maybe something in between.

Life falls apart sometimes, and puts you back together in all the wrong places. I'm still trying to rearrange things.

Finally, the clock hits five, and I am able to lean away from my laptop. My fingers reach towards my head, and gently rub my sinuses. I was going to sue Clara for making me work and enticing me with free stones. I swear, I never had so many headaches before I started this job.

I wearily raise my head, eyes alighting on the time.

Shit! I have to let Lucas in!

Scrambling back, I chuck my woolen poncho on, tuck a scarf around my neck and snatch up my bag.

With hurried steps, the bell echoed shrilly as the door swung shut behind me.

***

My breath is still shuddering as I collapse into the chair, the fifteen minute walk before he arrived had me rushing. I wasn't usually so easily lost in thought, life kept me busy enough. But in the last year, I'd started an extra volunteering session in the library for children who had parents working in the district. They needed a place to go before their parents arrived from work.

I'd actually worked in this library before, and it had been a nice, little part time job for me as a teen', but the place had since... Deteriorated. Staff kept disappearing, and it was on a "volunteer only" principle. The local council now refused to pay the librarians. Budget cuts.

Sadness didn't begin to cover my feelings, to see another piece of life twisted around in some strange parody. Air now smells stale, instead of comforting and musty. The carpet had picked up dirt from a thousand people more. It looked all the worse for it.

The scanners had broken and been replaced, seeming more and more alien against the decrepit library. Even the computers had grime that ran so deep into the keyboards I'm surprised they hadn't jammed.

I'd done my best on my evenings here to tidy it up as much as I could. To coax some love back into it. Trying to hoover the floor, without much success. Rebacking the children's display with newer books. Books I'm sure wouldn't have been brought in yet without my interference... I had to stop myself from buying new sets of books from charity shops for the library. Even while I wanted to help, I didn't get paid for it. My rent had more control on me than books could. My hand could only forlornly rest on my purse.

But at least one child didn't mind how horrid the library was. To him, it was a small space of heaven.

He was my only kid who came on Wednesdays. His mother worked across the street in the cafe and finished at six thirty. While she was a woman with a drawn face and a closed heart, I knew she appreciated having someone help her look after her child.

I almost found a mother in her.

***

Today it's Horrid Henry, but I'm hoping I'll be able to guide him to a fantasy series next. At least then I could have a deeper conversation than "What did Henry do this time?".

Fondly, I look over to the boy swinging his legs as he reads. Two shoes with hastily undone laces swung back and forth like a metronome.

It calmed me, having company here. It felt as if my purpose was clear for an hour - to observe, to protect, to laugh. To bring a little boy some joy.

I settled by my desk that I kept near his favourite chair, so that when he giggled, he didn't have to shout to where my desk was to tell me the line.

It helped me to focus really, to sign out the occasional book on the online form and, on occasion, taking a chance to add to my journal.

The library wasn't... Busy. Most children had their ipads and Netflix to keep them entertained nowadays. It made me almost nostalgic for the summers a decade ago. When the fountains outside worked, and the library was smothered with children all signing up to the Summer Read-athon. How they fizzed across the room with a book in each hand. Mothers chatting without discretion even though it was a library. Children's groups which ran across the holidays. The tinkle of the local ice cream truck chuntering along outside. Each moment rounding up more stray children with its corny and tinny tune. The smell of crisps and sticky fingers.

The amount of life this place once had. The big corporations which had stamped out any homely, local businesses which had made the air that much sweeter. Yet now the clinical, conventional coffeehouse glared at us from across the street.

I still missed the freshly baked patisseries. The welcoming smile of my usual barista. Her smile had been so beautiful.

It was the clicking of heels muffling against carpet however, which snatched me from my haze of journaling.

"Miranda," I greeted, closing my laptop and grinning when Lucas leapt off the sofa.

"They showed us the space landing today! And I made a collage of the planets. It's in my bag." Lucas tilted his head adoringly, "Is Dad coming home soon? Is he still calling tonight?"

Miranda smiled weakly, as if tired from Lucas' constant energy. To be fair, Lucas never stopped being in motion. I imagine it's hard being the focus of all that buzzing energy.

"Wonderful, you'll have to show me your collage when we get home. Dad is still hoping to call, but we can't assume he'll get through. You know the connection can be patchy." she brushed his forehead with the back of her hand, and added wearily, "Tie your shoes up. You already tripped this morning for not doing them."

I laugh, moving from sitting to leaning against the chair. I watched his tongue poke from his mouth as he fiddled with his laces.

"I think it's the sensation of the tightness that he struggles with."

Miranda glances upwards with a slight downturn of her mouth.

"I don't know. He's so hard to buy for. He never wants to wear his shoes. I thought laces would be better since he can then tighten them to his liking." she sighed, a tired lock of hair falling against the curve of her cheek, "But he doesn't like a lot of things, so it's not new. Come on Lucas, Mummy has to go home and have a shower."

With a last harrumph, Lucas finishes tying his laces and gently lifts his book, a small pout on his lips.

"I don't want it anymore."

I step in, laughing, before his mother could retort, "Hey, didn't I talk to you about the book series with the Dragon's Son? Do you want to grab it to take home? I'll sign it out for you and upload it to your account."

Lucas brightened eagerly, "Yeah! I want that one."

"Well that's very doable. Let's go get it then. Remember where I put it on the reserved shelf?"

"Yeppers!"

Lucas placed the book into his bag, a small grin on his lips, "Can I come here next week too?"

I incline my head, "I'll be here, as usual."

Miranda stepped forward, the bags under her eyes would have concerned me enough to ask. But the short, hurried answer I've become used to dissuades me. The words "I'm fine." is her most common lie.

I wish I could tell her that the smell of fish down the road was the best chippy, and that if you ordered haddock instead of cod, the batter was better. That if she wanted, I could walk Lucas home, take him to the park he'd never see. To fill his soul with the love I couldn't bare bestow to anyone else.

"Thanks for tonight. I -" she bit her lip, "I don't know if you wanted to come for dinner one night this week. I've wanted to thank you for taking care of my son," there was a rare glimpse of a smile, "I want to show my appreciation in person. Lucas would like it too."

Lucas looks at me, big doe eyes wide, and my heart folds.

"I would be honoured." my lips move, and I can't take it back. It would be better for me not to know their life. It meant I wouldn't be disappointed with what I saw. But Lucas... Little, loving Lucas... I couldn't bear to leave that unspoken question in his eyes unanswered.

I'm doomed.

"Great!" Miranda practically chirped, her ebony hair giving a lifeless bounce, "I'll send you the address, and I was thinking Thursday evening. Pop by from five thirty onwards."

Dread sinks in me as they walk away, a pair of arms that never released from my heart.

To be a part of their life for one evening was more than I could have asked for. And more than I deserved.

***

Afterword:

Okay! I've now written my first part of an ongoing modern AU in @oliversrarebooks 's Bookseller series!! I am so excited to introduce to another character next time, and to get this going! EEE! I am absolutely so inspired by @oliversrarebooks and @whumpsoda' s work. I feel like a small child offering their pasta rocket ship to qualified NASA scientists.

I've been hiding for a long time because of burnout. And seeing this universe grow is so exciting! I do not own any of the concepts in this universe either!

And finally, thank you for reading... I appreciate it!

#Whump #Bookseller AU #Modern AU #Vampire Whump #Female whumpee #Fantasy whump #Urban whump #whump writing #whump community #Enigma writes whump #whump scenario #The Last Librarian #the last librarian

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theparadoxmachine · 11 months

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I'm sorry I just can't take Ed's Kraken beard seriously anymore ever since I realized that a possible modern equivalent would be him drawing it on with a sharpie. He'd look like he passed out drunk at a frat party

Then he has to spend an hour scrubbing it off because the fumes are making him dizzy. Then like the heartbroken idiot he is, he decides to redraw it with a scented marker which is worse because now everything smells like licorice.

Finally Izzy walks in on him scribbling all over his face with an eyeliner pencil in front of the bathroom mirror while a Taylor Swift song blasts from his phone and, grumbling a string a expletives under his breath, Izzy just grabs his keys and walks out to go find Stede because as much as he hates the guy, he just cannot take this shit anymore. He's had Nothing Compares 2 U stuck in his head for over a week and besides that was HIS eyeliner.

#urban decay does not come cheap #in this stupid ass scenario izzy and ed are roommates i guess whatever #ofmd #our flag means death #modern au #i guess idk my head hurts #or is izzy a mac guy #kvd maybe #idk i used to be a makeup junkie but not anymore #he springs for the good stuff #normally doesn't mind ed stealing it but come on man

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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I saw another anon mention mothman (I'm so normal about him) & it brought to mind those memes & shirts that say "mothman stole my catalytic converter" but Legacy version

can you imagine he finds something that looks out of place & just,,,

Takes it & brings it back to you, as a form of gift giving, even if it's not typical gift material

It mightve been an outside decoration, or even a cute sign on someone's door that fell down, he just figures they don't want it anymore so he takes it back to you because it was pretty, & pretty things remind him of you

Especially if it glows or if it's shiny,, he is a big fluffy moth after all

- 🖤

i tell you i started choking laughing at this, excellent work this is incredible

it would be so funny if Legacy also brought you back completely normal items, like flowers or pretty stones, but occasionally brings you items that look rather expensive like vases, or anything that glitters in the light, honestly. once after a particularly bad windstorm he brought you several fallen windchimes that had gotten swept away and ended up nearby (you tried to return them to their owners but surprisingly few were picked up. you have a lot of windchimes now which Foul Legacy loves listening to when there's a gentle breeze) he's very conscious about picking up things that might hurt you in some way, like shards of glass, but anything that's pretty, seems like it's unwanted, and doesn't look potentially painful is fair game for him to take home

you've tried to tell him time and time again that even though they're on the ground, these items still belong to people, but the way his wings droop and he chitters sadly is enough to break your heart- he just loves seeing how flustered you get when he compares you to something beautiful!! so you simply sigh and smile, fluffing his coppery hair and asking him to try and not do it again while you look for the owners of whatever item he's brought you. little do you know that a rumor has popped up about someone nabbing sparkly things from outside- people speculate it might be a mischievous Adeptus or some other magical creature, and curious children have started intentionally leaving out glittery stones or old coins in hopes of getting a glimpse of this mysterious beast

Foul Legacy is going to be very happy with all the shiny things <33

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transingthoseformers · 9 months

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But what if transformers shattered glass: horror addition

Like, I'm a big fan of analog horror and ARGs and creepypastas right? So of course I feel like that would translate in cool ways to transformers, and it'd be so fucked up (translation: amazing) to put a horror twist on your usual reveal and friendship situation with the autobots and their humans.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers shattered glass #ngl said scenario translated in my mind as a mix of g1/tfp/bayverse with unique human characters #strangely enough I'm not even one for like legit horror movies or many horror books #urban legends and short scary tales that are shared throughout time fascinate me though #i suggest it be shattered glass because i feel like that would hurt more

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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Billy Butcher beating up some transphobes that are harassing a ftm!reader hcs, pretty please 🥺!! I recently went shopping in the men’s section and there were some assholes loudly making rude comments about me and I wish I had someone with me to scare them away.

Billy Butcher x Trans!Male!Reader | Headcanons

Hey there! I'm so sorry this happened to you, I wish you had had someone like him with you as well. :/ Now, thanks for the request, I really hope you like these and they can help you find some comfort. <3

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Transphobia; Non-Graphic Violence; Protection; Hurt/Comfort.

Since you need some new clothes, Billy and you go shopping together. It can never hurt for him to get another shirt or two, while he's already there, too.

While you are looking for some neat shirts in the men's section, a group of men starts making comments about you, rudely pointing out that you don't belong there; even though you do.

They call you names and start to openly harass you. Billy is quick to stop them before they could go on, though. He taps the main guy on his shoulder for him to turn around to face Billy and asks what the fuck he thinks he's doing there.

The man sneers at him and wants to say something distasteful, but before he can do that, Billy punches him in the jaw. The other men try to overpower Billy, but he's not having any of it and fights them all off. They underestimate him.

You merely stand there in shock and awe. You hadn't really expected Billy to beat them up for you, to protect you like this. But he does and he just keeps going, until those nasty men scramble up and run away, muttering something about Billy.

Once they're gone, Billy approaches you and asks if you're okay. You're too shocked to really answer him and merely nod your head. You're certainly okay now that they're gone, while also knowing that Billy definitely has your back. There's no doubt.

He puts his arm around your shoulders and steers you back to some shirts he saw and thought you might like, planting a short kiss on your temple.

#hope it's okay that the scenario is specific to your situation! ^^"#it's a billy butcher kinda day lads (gender neutral) hdfjkshdskk #trans male reader #billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #karl urban #headcanon

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vermillioncrown · 11 months

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@gnomeicecream "why is it worse now"

I cycle through what I'm obsessed with at any given moment. Could be a specific style of neighborhood (did this one in the desert where the end goal was all the pyramid-shaped buildings were placed there, made it a huge party district)

or the main focus was when they released the transit stations asset pack and i HAD to make a huge downtown district surrounding the 5 line metro station (had over 2k riders per week, the cims were glorious to look at)

or the actually functional university town w the campus dlc

or the time i was obsessed with the concept of a pablo escobar-type island (as my roommates called it) where the bridges asset pack linked a tiny neighborhood to a main territory, and i landscaped the shit out of that island

strategic application of cable cars

so i do all of that and end up forgetting about the rest of my city

usually i don't have the patience to slowly redo roads, esp if i'm playing limited money + limited mods for quality of life. apply meteor and abandon for new city :)

most of my time is wasted slowly planning out expansions, micromanaging. if a city gets too big too fast, my monkey brain can't handle the scope and starts glazing over the city.

#redglyphs #verm is playing...#if the scale was smaller i'd be there methodically tearing up the roads and whatnot #only do that if forced to bc playing scenario mode #otherwise i paid for fun. i will start a new city #i typically get bored of my cities by 100k #first city was unanimously voted by all roommates to be named 'detroit (derogatory)'#the hours are when i'm working at the same time #so i have C:S running on a side screen #do some code #fiddle w C:S #back and forth and before i know it i was up for 24 straight hours #at the height of my obsession i was reading an urban planning textbook

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sinsandsuccubus · 9 months

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Batter Up - Urban Wyatt

Context: There’s something about Urban in short shorts that does something to you….

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.3k+

Pairings: Urban Wyatt x GF!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+! Sexual activity.

a/n: yall…. YALL. I just got in from a party as I’m writing this and I go on insta to find Urban playing kickball? In short shorts? Almost getting a grand slam? Now I need to take another shower. And so will you.

Also, sorry for any typos. I did read this over, but ya know, I'm kind of hornknee from Urban

Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not older stated age. Reader’s discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

Masterlist ☽☾

It was the annual Homies Kickball Tournament, which was not only a way of gathering those local in Louisville, but to raise charity. When Urban asked you to participate, you were hesitant, wondering what people would think about Urban’s girl on the team. Yet, none of your friends were worried about it, and honestly, you were past giving a fuck about other people’s opinions on your relationship with Urban. The trick that tipped it over though, was Urban’s uniform.

The shorts he wore?

You wanted to pull his pants down right there and-

Yeah.

You were currently out on the field, getting yourself ready for the round, as you were up next to kick after Urban. Jack had gone, the bases becoming loaded, as it was now Urban’s turn, you giving Urban a firm pat on the ass. He yelped and jumped in response, rubbing his ass from the slap.

“You got this babe!” You cheered on, smiling at your boyfriend.

You watched as the ball rolled towards him, and Urban took careful steps, punting the ball far across the field.

Well fuck. That was hot.

You stood in shock as the players ran across the base, Jack being the last to hit the home plate. That left Urban out on the field, particularly on second base. You looked at him in the distance, hand over your eyes to shield yourself from the sun.

“You got this! Bring me home!” You heard him shout, seeing the thumbs up you gave him.

Oh, you were about to bring him home alright.

As the ball rolled towards you, you being last to kick before halftime, you concentrated, thinking about nothing else but both you and Urban reaching home plate so you could give him sloppy toppy in the bathroom.

You mean, his present for being such a good sport.

You kicked the ball, hard, sending the ball flying across the field, far enough out to where you and Urban could both make it home safely.

You took off running, clearing the bases as you went, before heading for home plate. However, you noticed the ball being thrown to the third basemen, and him making the move to come after you. You picked up your speed, turning your head slightly to see the ball being thrown at your back. You quickly spun out of its direction, it flying past the person at home base, the crowd cheering you on. You ran across the base, Urban there to scoop you up as the team jumped for joy.

“That’s my girl!” Urban said as he put you down, to which you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt down for a kiss, the crowd “awwing” at the two of you.

“Gross guys, get a room!” You heard Jack yell, not paying him any attention as you moved your mouth to Urban’s ear.

“Meet me in the bathroom.” You quickly jogged off, scooping up an empty Gatorade water bottle off the floor, running back inside the stadium to make it appear you were going to fill it up before the next two rounds.

Yeah, you were. Totally.

Urban quickly found you in the bathroom, to which you pulled him close, kissing him immediately and locking the door behind you, his lips soft on yours.

“Mm, baby. Baby. Babe. Slow down, what’s this all about?” He spoke, pulling away from you.

“You! Being hot, in those sexy ass shorts, kicking that ball all sexy. It just made me… fuck- really fucking horny.” You spoke rushed, Urban quickly washing his hands before you guiding him to the bottom of your shorts, pushing them and your panties aside to reveal your drenched pussy.

“Damn baby, you’re really this turned on?”

“Urban… you have no clue what you do to me.” You spoke softly, looking up at him with lustful eyes.

“Well, I’ll have you know,” He paused, bringing your hands towards his shorts, his dick pressing hard into your palms.

“That I’m so fucking hard for you right now. Seeing you run across those bases to home plate, your tits bouncing, perfect ass,” he grabbed your ass and pulled you close, bringing one of your legs to rest on his hip. “This fucking ass. God Y/N, that shit was so hot.”

“Well, it seems that we both have a problem, don’t we?”

“Yup. We should probably solve this problem before the game starts up again, right?” Urban asked, raising an eyebrow and stroking his chin.

“Absolutely. I’ll start.” You quickly washed and dried your hands before pulling Urban’s shorts down, his hard dick springing free, precum leaking from the tip. You licked the droplets up onto your tongue, sighing at the taste.

“Y/N, don’t tease me like that.”

“Sorry babe. Let me make this quick, we do have a game to finish.” You swiftly took Urban down your throat, him moaning loud as you took him to the base of his cock, moaning to send vibrations up his shaft.

“Fuck Y/N, goddamn.”

You kept going, jerking him off while sucking him at the same time, the hand job becoming sloppy. Then, you took his dick all the way down your throat again, flexing your tongue so that it curved to his dick, making a suction almost. You played with his balls, massaging them with the saliva that had trailed down from your blowjob.

“Fuck baby, your mouth feels so good.”

You kept going, determined to make Urban cum down your throat. You wanted it so so badly.

However, that was cut short when he pulled you up by your throat, bending you over the counter of the bathroom sink.

“I need to fuck you right now.” Urban pulled your shorts and panties down swiftly, eyeing your wet pussy.

“Spread it for me.” He spoke, spitting on his hand as he jerked himself off, though he was pretty wet enough. You spread your lips, hearing a “fuck” from Urban.

Before you knew it, he had thrust inside you, working at a fast pace from the start.

“Ohmygod. Ohmygod, fuck, Urban please.” You moaned, folding your body over the cool countertop, the coldness feeling good against your torso.

Urban jerked your head up by your throat, moving his one hand to remain on your neck while the other smacked your ass, shortly thereafter moving to your hip. He pounded you into the counter, you not taking notice of how good he was making you feel.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you, you understand?” He squeezed your throat, you letting out a choked gasp, nodding at him while you looked at him in the mirror. He slapped your ass, making you moan some more.

“Use your words.”

“Yes Urban, ohmygod, yes, I’ll keep looking. God, yes.” You managed to get out, moaning and stumbling on your words. The hand from your throat moved to your clit, Urban rubbing light but firm circles on the sensitive bud.

“Fuck, Urban, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum for me. Cum for me Y/N, cum on this dick.”

You yelped, coming down hard on Urban, your whole body shaking with satisfaction. However, Urban kept at it, chasing his own high.

“Fuck, baby, Y/N, shit. Where do you want it? Tell me now before I cum.”

“In my mouth please, fuck. In my mouth.” You spazzed around him again, him quickly pulling out of you as you dropped to your knees, shaking from your second orgasm as he shot his load into your mouth. You licked up anything that didn’t make it, cleaning your lips of the rest of his cum.

“Fuck Y/N, that was so hot.”

“You’re fucking hot babe.” You spoke, him helping you get up from the floor steadily, your body still shaking. You both fixed yourselves before you heard a knock on the door.

“Come on now y’all! I gotta fucking piss and y’all in there fuckin. I hope you cleaned up after yourselves, Jesus.”

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