#cuppy requests

[bloodmoon-sky]

Hi hi hello Ms Mocha !! Can I see some Lightbulb , bot , puffball , snowball or pin pls ?? :3 they r my comfort characters but if you don't wanna draw it's fineee !!! ^^ - 🍈 (Melon)

I drewh all of em as silly critters !! And I made this Dooble days ago and I completely forgot to post it here :(

But anyways!! ^^ My hand died 👌

[honiegoo]

How I'm sleeping tonight knowing I got pictures of my blorbo sent to me

[seabirdtxt]

.Irminsul Push/Pull

You, the Creator, experience your first day with the world's weirdest roommates. [< prev] [Blog tag] [next >]

Notes: SAGAU, reader is the Creator but no cult shenanigans. mild swearing. very gentle puppet bullying, it's probably the cain instinct or smth. all relationships are currently platonic!

WC. 1.8k

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You’re not super sure what you thought telepathic communication was going to feel like, probably assuming you would hear the voice of the other person saying their message out loud in your head.

In reality, it ends up being more like receiving a text message. In all caps. In your head.

GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE.

You sit up in your bed with a frown when the message suddenly crosses your mind. You check outside the mansion’s window, deeming it to be relatively early in the morning. Curious, you slide out from under the covers and shuffle your way downstairs.

Your curiosity quickly turns to irritation as you hear the sound of tools being thrown and voices arguing coming from the direction of Kabukimono’s room, the only currently inhabited room on the ground floor. 

You slowly push open the unlatched door and quickly duck to avoid a flying object—what is that? a pair of tongs?—that was aimed somewhere in the vicinity of your head. 

“- told you you can’t cook on the forge!” Kabukimono shouts, whiny and furiously stomping around, tossing loose tools around the room. Scaramouche is standing a little ways away from him, holding a bowl of ingredients with a bored look on his face.

“It’s a heat source, isn’t it?” The Balladeer asks, rolling his eyes. “If I can light it on fire, it can cook things.”

“No you can’t! I have to keep it way too hot to cook things,” Kabukimono scolds him, brandishing a metal poker in his direction. “And if you get food crumbs and oil in it, it might affect the quality of the metal! I won’t let you use it, and that’s final!”

“What else am I supposed to use, then?” Scaramouche growls, gesturing widely. “It’s not like this genius Creator of yours, in their boundless wisdom, made a kitchen.”

Whoops. Your eyes scan the room, surveying the damage, until your gaze lands on a terrified Cuppy hiding under a coat rack behind you, close to the door.

“Hey, buddy,” you whisper, inching closer to him. “D’you think you can turn one of the ground floor rooms into a kitchen really quick?”

The little teacup spirit nods frantically and disappears in a puff of smoke, presumably to fulfill your request as fast as possible. 

You look around the room again and spot Wanderer hovering above the other two, one leg crossed over the other in a pose hilariously similar to Ei when she’d been meditating in the Plane of Euthymia. You wave to catch his attention, and he looks over at you with a wry expression before zooming over to where you are.

“About time you got here,” he snarks, landing delicately beside you. “These idiots have been going at it for about twenty minutes now.” 

“I just asked Cuppy to make one of the rooms a kitchen,” you tell him. “I totally forgot about that, I don’t usually make a kitchen inside the Traveler’s teapot, so…”

“Yeah, you use the outdoor one, right?” 

You nod, having briefly forgotten that Wanderer had seen your layout of the Traveler’s realm before. As you’re musing on this, Wanderer darts forward and smacks the underside of Scaramouche’s bowl, causing it to escape the Balladeer’s grasp and sending ingredients flying in all directions, much to Kabukimono’s displeasure. 

“What the- why would you do that?!” Kabukimono wails, his argument interrupted. “Look at this mess! Niwa would have a heart attack if he saw this!” 

“Half of this garbage is yours,” Scaramouche points out, expression thunderous as he picks up one of the smaller prongs on the ground and uses it to take a swing at Wanderer, who takes to the air and floats out of reach with a smirk. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Wanderer says with a shrug. “I was just getting so sick of hearing you guys whining like babies for no reason.” 

“Okay, and you needed to waste perfectly good ingredients, why?” Scaramouche snaps, bending to pick up his now empty bowl and waving it at Wanderer threateningly, visibly restraining himself from flying off the handle.

“Because it’s not like you were gonna actually use them,” Wanderer snaps back. “I am you, and I know for a fact that you can barely make cup noodles if someone else did the preparation for you.” 

Scaramouche quickly turns red in the face as Kabukimono laughs at him, so you step in before another argument can break out.

“Guys, come on, I think Cuppy finished making a kitchen,” you say placatingly, hands outstretched and palms up. The three puppets look at you with varying levels of skepticism. 

You lead the way out of the trashed room, picking one of the other doors at random and hoping that it’s the one Cuppy chose. Mentally keeping your fingers crossed, you turn the knob and open the door, and freeze in the doorway, prompting at least two of the puppets to peer over your shoulder at the scene inside.

Cuppy did, indeed, choose this room. It’s one of the Mondstat-themed bedrooms, and what the teacup spirit did was put a single stove in the middle of the room and replace the bookshelves with jars and cupboards. Everything else about the decor, including the bed, carpet, and wardrobe, is the exact same.

Wanderer can’t seem to help himself about this, either, and bursts out laughing. 

“You call this a kitchen?” Scaramouche asks, pointing at the lonely stove sitting beside the Mond-style bed frame. 

“I think he did a great job,” you try, covering your mouth with one hand to hide your amused grin. Thankfully, it seems Cuppy made his escape as soon as he renovated, because he’s nowhere to be seen. 

“I don’t get it,” Kabukimono says, and you can feel him pushing someone (Scaramouche) behind you to see the rest of the room, to the person’s (Scaramouche’s) protests. “What’s so funny? A good stove and a well-stocked pantry is more than okay.” 

“And,” you interject through your repressed giggles, eager to defend your little teacup spirit. “Having a bed nearby just means you can lay back and relax while you wait for your food to cook!” 

“Are you serious right now? It’s just a stove in the middle of a bedroom!” Scaramouche protests, pushing you aside and stomping into the room. He points at the stove, and then at the carpet it’s sitting on. “This cannot be safe, right? This breaks all kinds of safety regulations.” 

“We’ll just move it aside, it’s fine,” you say, hoping to diffuse the situation. 

“It’s understandable,” Kabukimono agrees. “It’s not like he’s seen a proper kitchen before, right?”

Even Wanderer stops laughing as the three of you stare owlishly at Kabukimono, who shuffles nervously under the attention.

“What?” Kabukimono asks defensively. 

“I actually hadn’t thought of that,” you mutter, hands on your hips as you survey the room with new consideration. “He is pretty small, and who knows if he ventured outside of the realm before…” 

The other two remain silent, seemingly contemplating Kabukimono’s words but not voicing their opinions on it.

IS IT BAD THAT I FEEL BAD FOR LAUGHING?

You hide your flinch well, the sudden message scaring you out of your own thoughts. You steal a glance at Wanderer out of the corner of your eye, where he’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He doesn’t look you in the eye, instead pretending to be very interested with the shelf of ingredients near him.

‘I think that's just normal’ you think, hoping he somehow receives your thoughts as well. ‘I didn’t think of it either, so we’re all kinda wrong…’

While you’re distracted, Scaramouche has already started lighting the stove, having kicked aside the offending carpet, and browses the shelves for ingredients. He knocks on a few of the jars with a frown.

“... These are all empty.” He finally evaluates. 

“Yeah, that tracks, I don’t actually own anything yet,” you nod. “Everything I’ve ever collected is probably still with the Traveler.”

“Presumably they’d be willing to part with some of their stash,” Wanderer adds sarcastically. “I don’t think they really need several thousand of each ingredient they own.” 

“I mean, you never know, right?” You chuckle nervously, thinking of all the bag space your farming must have taken up. How does the Traveler’s inventory work outside of a game-mechanic perspective? You suppose you’re going to find out soon enough. 

“If you’re going out to get stuff, I’m coming with you,” Scaramouche declares, crossing his arms as if daring you to refuse his company. “No way am I staying in here with these guys.” 

You shrug, and Wanderer doesn’t protest either. “Yeah, that’s fine with me. I’ll head out now so we have time to sort and put everything away before lunch.” 

“Bold of you to assume we’re going to get anything done before lunch,” Wanderer mutters, herding Kabukimono out of the ‘kitchen’, promising the other puppet to help him clean up the mess in his room. 

“Are you ready to head out?” You ask Scaramouche, ignoring the jibe. You hold out your hand, which the Balladeer reluctantly takes, and you will yourselves out of the teapot realm.

You materialize in one of the alcoves of the Sanctuary of Surasthana, briefly disoriented by the change in location until you see Nahida and Aranyani sitting on the central dais, seemingly having a quiet conversation. Nahida spots you first, waving cheerfully at you both.

“Your Grace! Balladeer! Apologies for relocating you, but we decided that the chamber of Irminsul should remain uninhabited for now,” she explains, hands clasped together. “After all, it’s too easy to stumble and damage one of the branches of information, and I would hate for any of you to blame yourselves if that kind of accident were to happen.” 

“That’s fair, thanks for doing that for us!” you smile at her thoughtfulness. Still holding Scaramouche’s hand, you lead the two of you down to the central part of the chamber. “Do you know where the Traveler is? We wanted to ask if they could spare some of the materials I had collected from before I came here.” 

“Yes, we saw the Traveler earlier, but they went to fetch some people that Nahida recommended,” Aranyani says, picking up Nahida under her arms and putting the small god in her lap. Nahida doesn’t react, still smiling as Aranyani begins to play with her hair.

“Recommended for what?” Scaramouche asks before you get the chance to. You elbow him subtly, a warning to watch his tone. 

“To help us figure out how and why you’ve descended to Teyvat, Your Grace!” Nahida claps her hands together. “It will be good to know in case you need to go back home, or if you wish to return here from your world!”

You nod, grateful at the prospect of having that option. “Who did you call in for this?”

Aranyani cheerfully answers this for you: “The General Mahamatra, and a scholar named Alhaitham!” 

You share a quick look with Scaramouche.

“The linguistics guy, and the cop…?” You ask, with a slight wince.

“I don’t think you’re figuring this one out anytime soon.”

[bendyandboristhehorrorcircus]

Hey cuphead where is your bro?

"Which one?"

Omfg they look CROOKED.

Edit: P.S. When making an ask, be sure to clarify who ur talking to!! Like Qftim!Cuppy, Qftim!Mugs, Batim!Bendy, Tcs!Mugman- and of course the actual horror version!

Which you can request by adding "Horror!"

[bluecheese17]

"Min pappa, Willy" (𝒘. 𝒏𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓)

dad!william and dad!auston

*i used google translate for some of this, so if its inaccurate that's my bad just message me or lmk what i got wrong*

a/n: sorry for the lack of content, I've been busy :( But i want to write a jamie drysdale fic, any thoughts?

anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAV SWEDE:))))

"Have you ever seen so much uh...stuff come out of something so small?" willy said to Auston who listened intently on the other end of the line while a child's shouts can be heard in the background. "Daddy hurry up I want to go to the park...now" said a tiny demanding voice. "Uh I gotta go uh we're going to the park and as for your uh situation there...tons of wipes and prayers good luck" Auston stated before hanging up. William sighed as he noticed a small chunk of something roll out of the baby's diaper causing him to spring into daddy mode "oh shit". After using almost the entire container of wipes he had an epiphany and picked of his phone. Auston answered the phone with a chuckle, "dude just wipe and toss and powder then close" Auston Teased. "Shut up that's not why I'm calling so I just had an idea why don't I meet you guys and we can work together...your better with the tiny ones anyway and I prefer to run around its a win win situation for the both of us" he said waiting for a response. "Be there in ten" Auston replied. "Why did I tell her that I was fine...your mom is an angel sötnos " Willy said planting a gentle kiss on his baby's forehead. Ten minutes later he was sitting on the front porch diaper bag and baby in hand as Auston pulled up in the wives delicate SUV. He chuckled opening the back door to load up the stroller and baby blue designer diaper bag. "Whoa baby goes in the seat dude" Auston said motioning to the baby still strapped to his chest in the carrier with his tiny legs hanging out on each side. "Oh right...thanks" he said then opened the back door to strap his baby in. "Hey little dude" he gushed to Auston Jr sitting in the other seat. "Nice ride" Silly said with a chuckle as he got into the passenger seat. Auston scoffed, "I don't know why she insisted on taking my 67 impala for their spa day this...doesn't even have my presets or any of my music at all" he said with a pout. "No kidding I succeeded in the diaper changing but when I tried feeding him he tossed the entire little cuppy thing of food at me then started licking the rest of it off his little fingers...he would not let me dress him it was like an organized sport trying to dress him up" Willy said as he laughed. "I do not miss those days" Auston laughed then got a punch to the shoulder. "I want ice cream...mama gets me ice cream when we go to the park" Auston Jr shouted from the back seat. "Sure buddy how about later when we're all done playing I wouldn't want the bees chasing you around...cool" he said looking through the rear view mirror at the cutest little pout ever. "I want coco play coco" he said. Auston sighed then turned on the radio to an already loaded disc that began singing nursery rhymes and as Mini Matthews began singing along the baby fell fast asleep. "Awesome" Willy said giving Auston a thumbs up.

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feel free to request anything loves<333

(daddy daycare vibes lol)

i'm gonna try to upload as much as i can!!:)

taglist

@julieluvsme

[homobrainjuice]

it’s getting cooler witch mean it’s almost time to drink hot Mocha!

Just make sure it’s not haunted >:)

mocha cuppy by @mochablogger I turned her into demon hehehe

(demon requests are open)

[lascidarkblueuniverse]

PPG: The Daisypuff Girls! by isrrael120

What's Up Everyone, I accepted a request from AmazingGuy2005 (DeviantArt) who wanted me to draw a his The Daisypuff Girls(Blossy Daisy, Bubbly Daisy and Cuppy Daisy), I Hope You Like It!!!☺️

Notes: -It Was Fun To Do It! -I Accepted Because I Had Free Time! -Links Full: Tumblr, Twitter, Pixiv, Instagram and Deviantart

Blossy Daisy, Bubbly Daisy and Cuppy Daisy - AmazingGuy2005 Art - Me The Powerpuff Girls © Craig McCracken/Cartoon Network

[randomeanonjustwatching]

Husband!Cuphead x Spirit Talker! Reader

I was bored, and did this at 12:00 AM in the freakin morning.

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Cups was wondering why you had wandered so much recently.

Was something wrong?

Did HE do something wrong?

So one night he decided to follow you. And saw what you were doing. Talking to Spirits. Dead. People. Animals. Whatever came around you just appeared around you, and then he could see the Spirit. “Y/N?..” Cuphead said gently as you turned around in your sitting position on the ground. “Yes Cuppy?” You reply, patting on the spot next to you. Cuphead sat down. Your smile quickly made his heart melt.

“I- Since when could you talk to ghosts?...” Cuphead had said even quieter, eyes leaving you gaze. “Since I was like 5.” You chuckle.”I don’t use it often, but I’m trying to find a cat who recently died.”

“A Stray?”

“Yup.”

Cuphead stared at you, and you stared at him. “Oh you big dork, don’t take it like I’m gonna take over the world. I’m not.” You kiss his forehead gently, and a deeper red fills his face. “...okay..” Is all Cups replies with as he tries to refocus,

“C’mon, let’s get outta here and go to bed, hm?” You smiled and stood up, giving him your hand.

He grabbed it and stood up. “Yeah let’s go.”

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Hoped you liked it! Sorry it was short, I was tired and bored so...also sorry if it’s bad. Send in requests if you want more stuff like this!

[cuppykin]

hi Cuppy!! so you take request sketch?

Fraid not, BUT! I have commissions at the ready!

[queersrus]

Tarot theme - Ace of Cups

requested by anon!

(nick)names:

ace, acer, acey, aced, acie, as, aas, assa, asso, assos, asa, asz cup, cupp, cuppy, cupper, cupped, cupere pro, primo, prima single, solitary, solitaire, sole, solo, solter, singl, singil, singolo, solteiro, singur, singilte, soltero, sengl, sola, sel first one, odin, odyn, otu lone grail, guda una, un, uno, um, unus, unicu, uhtne, unique, uni, unico, unum hana, hal mona, moja, monóklino eso, es, ess, eins, ett, en, eis, ekab, enkelt, egyetlen, einn, eenzel, enda, enkele tuz jeden, jedno yksi, yeke, yekoyek bat, bakar wahed, wiehed inkel, ib, ingaragu viens, vienas dan nikan

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

a/ac/ace/aces/aceself cu/cup/cups/cupself on/one/ones/oneself, one/ones si/single/singles/singleself

2nd p prns: you/your/yourself

ace/aces/aceself cu/cups/cupself one/ones/oneself sing/single/singleself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

ac/ace/aces/aceself ac/ce, ace/aces on/one/ones/oneself one/ones sing/single/singles/singleself sin/gle, single/singles cu/cup/cups/cupself cu/up, cup/cups ace/cup ace/of/cupself

titles:

the ace, the ace cup, the ace of cups, the one cup, the single cup, the ace of the card suit, the ace of the suit of cards, the ace of tarot

(prn) who aces

[bloodmoon-sky]

Can you draw Bell please?

She looks like this one.

The silly !

[lolita-lollipop]

Sorry I put in this request so late but I was thinking something like when erasermics daughter like they wanted to let her be independent and whatever but they are still very protective over her. so she gets Engaged and is pregnant. So she shows up to their house and all hell breaks from lose there. Because they felt betrayed she didn’t tell them.

YANDERE ERASERMIC X PREGNANT BT READER

It was late at night, to your parents protests of course, in their eyes you were still some little child who went to bed at 8:00 and cuddled with them till 6 in the morning. You had decided to have a “suprise” visit, without your beloved husband/wife of course, this was something you needed to do alone, mainly for their safety. They were both more than happy to visit with you, being that neither of them had spoken to you in almost a war, getting engaged and all was time consuming.

You’d had everything prepared for the big announcement , worn their favorite little pair of pajamas , a soft pink pair that made you look all the more younger, let mic do your hair and read you stories like he used to, even Let Aizawa hand feed you little bites of the favorite food mic had made. All this preparation just so you could drop the news in a way where they wouldn’t be infinitely pissed with you. It was at the dinner table, maybe five minutes into dinner, papa Aizawa just holding you close during it all. Slow conversation had been bubbling up amongst the three of you, a lot of questions about how your liver was treating you, which you always answered with “fine”. It’s not like you’re scared of them, just a little worried, they went overboard all the time. This would be no exception.

“Daddy, papa. Don’t be mad. I’m pregnant” you spoke quickly, and it was like the room froze completely. Mic dropped his fork into his lap, and both his and his husbands jaw dropped immediately. It took a few seconds for them to register this, a few seconds to realize what you just said, and then it hit them. You… their baby… is having a baby?

What?

There was a defeating silence in the room, one that made you so glad that you left your lover at the hotel. The heavy weight wasn’t directed at you really, more from the two men to eachother, regretting ever teaching you what seggsy times were. They knew they shouldn’t hav elect you go out with that man, or go to that college alone! They ruined your innocence, tainted your pure little heart, and that is unnaceptable. Just guttural rage coursed through both of them. Aizawa dropped the fork form his hand, letting it clatter against the plate below. He turned and placed both hands on your shoulders, squeezing lightly.

“Mind repeating that?” He spoke, scanning your face to see the different emotions filtering through. Sure, he was mildly pissed, but he needed to make sure this was… you know? Willing, from what they had taught you doing the dirty for a child was not something enjoyable, there had to be some reason that you did it right? You didn’t seem really upset, just worried. His guess was that you’d known for a while, maybe even a month or two, it made his heart sink how you’d dialed to inform him.

“I am pregnant. I learned a while ago and was scared to tell you because I know you’re gonna be mad and don’t want you guys to overreact and-“ you hurriedly spoke, waving your hands around frantically, tears threatened to spill over the edge of your eyes. Mic stood in his state of shock, just sitting frozen with his mouth set widely , very widely, open. Aizawas hands wandered from your shoulders to your neck, up to cuppi your face.

“Why didn’t you tell us! I did tell you that man was bad luck, that he would infect you! And now look, you’re having his child.did he make you do this? I swear to god if he-“

“No! No, after our wedding we- did things. And I was scared to tell him about it cause it was so early, and you guys were already so reluctant to let me marry him. I just didn’t want to mess things up. It’s been three months.” Mic finally snapped back into reality. It’s been three months since you’ve known, three months that you’ve been alone, without any help. Sure, your husbands mother, inko, was a lovely woman, they Bruh actually liked her, mainly because she was just as fiercely protective over you as they were. But not even she was good enough to help you through this right now. You should’ve told them. They should’ve known sooner.

They never should’ve let you marry that man. Doesn’t matter how much they love his mother, or how much you might love him, it shouldn’t. Have happened.

“You aren’t going back to him.” Mic spoke, you recoiled form his hand as he tried to push the hair out of your face, circling your lip and squinting your eyes. They can’t just keep you from him, that isn’t how this works. You nicked aizawas hands away, standing up and backing away from the two.

“No. You can’t do that to me- he’s the fathe- I love hi-“

“I’ve had enough of this. Why can’t you see he’s manipulating you? You don’t love him, he wants you because you’re sweet and controllable honey! That’s why we wanted to keep you with us, to keep his disgusting hands off of you.” He spoke, harshly enough to actually spark fear in you, the tears that had previously threatened to fall were now streaming out form your eyes, they’d never mentioned this. They hadn’t ever told you any of this, if they really cared that much they would’ve informed you that your fiancé was a jerk. The two paused seeing the tears slowly protrude from your eyes.

“Why are you crying baby? Did papa upset you? He’s just trying to tell you the truth honey, don’t be upset with hi-“

“I thought you would be happy for me! I finally get something of my on taht I can be Happu for and you can’t even show the courtesy to smile- you act liek you’re so concerned but then you don’t even care what I want! It’s not fair!” You yelled, waving your hands about like your papa did whenever he was upset. The tears streamed freely from your eyes at this point, and you were clearly on the verge form simply collapsing. You do hate to say it but they were your parents, you lived them no matter what, it’s just they were so terribly controlling. It was just so infuriating, knowing they could do whatever they wanted and get away with it because you loved them.

It took you little to no time to head out the front door, the two males heading straight after you, your keys jingled in your hand as you hustlers your way to the car you owned, crying all the way. Aizawa took a quick moment to glare at mic for being so blatant, of course you wouldn’t understand it, they’d taught you to just believe what you’re told, so obviously you would go off and trust whomever fiddled with your emotions.

“Don’t leave just yet baby! We weren’t finished, I’m sorry papa got carried away, jsut stau a bit more” mic yelled at you, rushing after you, who was surprisingly faster than he remembered. But he time he’d made it over to you you were already trying to buckle in, he grabbed the piece of fabric before you could though, staring straight at you. His sweet little baby is mad, at him?

“I don’t want to be around either of you, leave me alone” you hisses, yanking the seatbelt back from his grip, and clicking it firmly in. Your heart felt as if it had shattered into hundreds of peices, it was a good try I got you hadn’t thought him with you, they might’ve killed him this time, or worse, completely taken you away.

Mic went to reprimand you for talking back like that, you’d never truly defied them, or told them off, so it hurt a little more than it should’ve. Aizawa stopped him before he could though, being the level headed person he is, no matter how angry he may be, he knows that trying to talk you out of anything right now will just sadden you further. Mic let his own tears free, and he dropped to his knees by the edge of your car, a hand placed on the side of it. You should feel bad, but you don’t.

And so, the two men watched you drive away in that little white car of yours. Aizawa with his mouth pressed into the thinnest line, and mic sobbing completely. Crying while driving wasn’t realy a good idea, but you would do anything to get out of there right now. You’ve never truly been mad at them, well enough to a point that it couldn’t be made up with a hug and some Chocolate. They did nothing but stare in longing as you drive away, they didn’t know what to do, you’re mad, that man has full control Over your life, and they can do nothing about it

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What do they do now?

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I’m so sorry that this is so late, if you didn’t see I’ve had exams for the past week, and they’ve got me s t r e s s e d

But thanks for the patience, sorry this sucks so bad.

Have a great day!

[marshmallow-biscuit-blog]

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You can call me Kenna. I'm 18+, experimenting with he/him pronouns, but will still go by she/they, and aroace. That being said, I'm an adult. I'm not responsible for your experience if you're a minor however, and my sense of humor can be crude, and I make sexual jokes and innuendos, get over it. Cater your own damn experience it's not my fault you see something that makes you uncomfortable, take a moment and back up if you don't like it. I tag stuff for a reason.

Dream occupation is an animal/ecosystem conservationist. I am a huge biology nerd. A progressive Nondenominational Christian (In other words, I'm for the LGBTQ and I don't agree with the bigoted jerks that claim to be Christians, and I instead just try to spread love and care for those around me.) I've got so many races in me, I'm literally a mutt, but I'm mainly Italian.

I'm not all that picky with DNI stuff, literally just be nice. If you stab me in the back, or you hang around those who have stabbed me in the back, I'll block you. Sorry.

If you wanna chat, you've gotta be 18 or older, unless I've known you for a long while. I'm sick and fucking tired of the drama that minors on the internet bring. Go touch fucking grass and live your childhood instead of being so obessed with canceling people who no longer want to interact with you because you're being a brat.

Asks are ALWAYS open, I love hearing what you guys have to say. For you sweet people is the reason I keep anon on still. I know how it is to be shy.

Sorry I don't do requests unless they pertain to my au, those are only for friends. I do RP with close mutuals (Not NSFW) Sides @kitchenutensilfamilyau @my-little-cuppy @cuphead-dragons @time-can-fly (Sonic AU) Shared au with Firecurls27: @crackshipau

[litgwritersroom]

Hello!

Good day.

Requesting for a NSFW for Tom or Will pretty please 🥺

🔥 TOM'S GAME

S4 | Tom | 3500+ words | @mrsbsmooth

Playboy Tom is a last-minute addition to Love Island and has a bet running with his mates. He can fuck every girl in the villa without them finding out about each other. 

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Note 1: This is not a fic for Tom stans. Tom is an asshole in this. I just really wanted to do something different for him.

Note 2: This fic (including its title) is influenced by Noah’s Game by SilentScreaming and King of the Castle by i_boop_you. I encourage you to read them!!

Tom had absolutely no idea what he was doing here. He’d never even heard of Love Island. Cuppy’s cousin owned the TV Network, and they needed a young, hot, bachelor who was available to go on a holiday the following day. Their other bombshell got caught drunk driving and clearly didn’t have the means to have it handled.

‘I need you to go and hang out with a group of sluts who’re as hot as they are stupid.’

All he’d have to do was lie around in the sun and drop a few hints about how unbelievably wealthy he was, and he’d be drowning in pussy. 

‘Guaranteed’ Cuppy had promised.

‘Regular holiday, then.’ Tom had chuckled.

Cuppy had rolled his eyes. ‘Can you at least pretend to not be a complete piece of shit, though? Do the sweet-but-shy-rich-boy-looking-for-his-future-wife thing.’

Tom had laughed aloud. “Surely they’re not that stupid. I’ve used that… how many times now?”

“Don’t worry.” Cuppy had smirked “These girls will be so distracted by your wallet they’ll convince themselves you’re the love of their life.”

After Cuppy had explained the basic rules, the boys at the Club had found the idea of Tom falling in love and settling down so absolutely hysterical that they’d started putting money on how many of the dumb sluts he could fuck without any of the others finding out. 

Toffs had bet him a quarter million he couldn’t fuck all of them.

He’d bet that he absolutely could.

But glancing around the room at the sleeping women in here…. Urgh.

The one with her hair wrapped up in a bonnet down the end was quite pretty, but none of them were like the photos Cuppy had shown him of some of the previous islanders. He wondered if any of these girls even took it in the ass. 

But before he could ponder which one he’d fuck first, Tom heard soft footsteps from behind him. 

The human embodiment of lust swayed its hips in his direction, wearing a silk nightie so thin he could already see her deliciously pinchable nipples through it.

She walked with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly how fucking delicious she was. Enormous, fake tits. A waist so tiny he could almost wrap both his hands around it. An ass he could see from the front. 

Lord almighty, imagine what she looked like from behind.

But he knew her from somewhere. Had he fucked her before? No, god, he’d remember tits that size. No… She was one of the girls from the photos Cuppy had shown him.

A former islander!

Fuck, what was her fucking name?

She licked her huge, pouty lips when she saw him, clearly not even the slightest bit rattled by his sudden appearance. She flicked her long, red hair, and put her body so close to his that he could almost taste her deliciously trashy body spray. She made the whole room smell saccharine, like someone had vaguely tasted a boiled pineapple sweet and liked it so much they decided they wanted to taste of it from neck to cunt. She held out her hand, making him almost brush his hand against her tits as he lifted it, she was that close. 

“First time being a bombshell?” she cooed

He smiled at her, unbelievably sweetly. “Oh, yes, and quite nervous about it. My goodness, you are just beautiful, though. I’m Tom.”

“Nice to meet you, Tom.”

“And you” he smiled, bringing her hand to his mouth, and kissing it gently.

Sex-on-legs raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow, running her tongue over perfect, sparkly veneered teeth. 

“Such a gentleman”

“Oh, I don’t know about that, but I do try.” 

He smiled, flashing his twenty thousand pound smile at her. He was perfectly happy for her to keep believing it for now.

She tapped her finger against the end of his nose, winking at him. 

“Well, Tom, you look like you’re going to be a lot of fun”

****

She’d won the public vote, and now had her choice of islander to take into the hideaway for the night.

Whom would she take to the hideaway?

“Tom, you haven’t seen it yet, would you like to?” she said, peering over her sunglasses, her voice syrupy with feigned innocence.

All he’d had to do was drop ‘Beresford-King’ into the conversation and she was taking him to the hideaway. His family’s name was on enough fucking buildings across London that it was nice to know she could read, at the very least. 

She’d known him for less than a day, and she was openly going to fuck him on National television. This fucking slut.

Gold diggers were always fun, though. Mention the yacht, and they’d welcome him with open arms. And open mouth. And open legs. But he was going to have to tone it down. Play nice, play it sweet. She needed to trust that he wasn’t going to fuck around on her if he was going to stay in long enough to win the bet.

Inexperienced, sweet, adorably nervous Tommy.

He rehearsed his lines in his head, with his ‘oh I’ve never tried it’-s and his ‘will you show me’-s.

She took his hand, leading him into the hideaway, and he let his hand shake a little in hers. He smiled at her demurely, trying to decide which set of lips he wanted to blow his load in first. 

The producers filmed their reactions entering the hideaway for about half an hour before they eventually got the shot they wanted. 

“Now Tom” one of the producers whispered, protectively. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Consent goes both ways, okay?”

Tom nodded, speaking softly enough to sound as if he was embarrassed. “Thank you. Thank you. Yes. I’m alright. It’s just a lot, all at once, isn’t it?”

He willed some of the blood that was already flooding his cock to move into his cheeks. His blood obeyed. 

He always got his way. 

*****

The door shut behind the producers, and Priya called him over to the bed. He sat down, playing up his nervousness, chewing his lip and wringing his hands. 

“Golly, this is a lot, isn’t it?” He stuttered. “I didn’t expect to be in here so soon.”

She raised an eyebrow at him and then rolled her eyes. “You know there are no cameras in here, right?”

Tom nodded. “Yes, the producers mentioned. But that doesn’t mean anything has to happen. I’d really like to get to know you. I had such a wonderful time on our da-”

“Drop the act. I’m not fucking stupid.”

He looked at her, his mouth open slightly. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Tell me why you’re here. It’s certainly not for the 50k.”

“I’m here to find love. I’m quite shy, you see, so I don’t meet many wom-”

She laughed. “You’re joking, right? Shy boys take one look at these” She squeezed her giant tits “and look away, blushing like schoolgirls. They don’t start drooling.”

Tom almost smirked, but stopped himself just in time, averting his eyes. “Goodness me, I apologise. I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable?”

She glared at him. “Tell me why you’re here.”

“To find love!” 

She curled her hand around the back of his head, pulled him in towards her, and kissed him. 

She kissed the same way she looked. Sluttily. She didn’t kiss like someone who planned on ever falling in love. She was all moaning and tongue and stroking her sharp nails down the back of his neck. She was sex. 

God, he loved it.

She broke apart, fluttering her long eyelashes at him. “Tell me why you’re here.”

“Oh my goodness, that kiss was incredible” he whispered, his sweetest saccharine gaze on her lips. “You’re really amazing”

She started on his buttons, and he kissed her, letting one hand sit awkwardly on her waist.

She pulled his shirt off him, and pressed her hand to his chest, pushing him back onto the bed. In seemingly just an instant, she had his belt off. She reached up above him, tying his arms to the bed in a double overhand knot.

“Oh my” he whispered, secretly sniggering to himself. Once again, shy, virginal, softboy was working. 

She straddled him, kissing him harder and harder, staying agonisingly clothed, those deliciously huge breasts still entirely covered by the fabric. He could see her nipples straining at it, though.

God he couldn’t wait to pretend she was the first to do any of this.

Her long fingernails scratched his skin as she slowly undid his shorts, pulling them off him and dropping them off the side of the bed. 

He was in his underwear, tied to the bed, and she was fully clothed. Normally he’d be the one stripping them off, possibly parading them around naked for a while while he watched, before barely even unbuckling his trousers while he fucked them. Most of them didn’t warrant the bother. 

But he lay there, feigning a shiver, pretending this was the single most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. It wasn’t all that exciting to be letting her take control, but he needed someone to partner up with, and fast. For him to fuck every girl in the villa, he’d need the cover of being in a stable relationship. And he’d need to be with a girl that all the other girls hated. 

And my, how the other girls seemed to hate her. 

So he’d lie back, let himself come way too fast, and then pretend to be so shit at making her come that she’d just do it herself while he watched. But she had his underwear off and her hand wrapped around his cock before he even realised what was happening.

Then her mouth.

Her blowjob was perfection. Sloppy, deep. Cheeks tight. Dick-sucking lips. If they weren’t tied to the headboard, he imagined his hands would be resting comfortably behind his head.

This was definitely a good start to the holiday.

She was getting him closer and closer by the second, and he wondered whether he’d be able to get away with pulling away at the last second and ‘accidentally’ coming on her face. 

His breath started to falter, but her rhythm stayed perfectly level. He started to build, and build, and then–

The bitch fucking stopped.

She leaned back, sitting completely up, away from his cock, which was throbbing at how close he was. “How was that, then?” She asked. 

His mouth fell open slightly. “I was about to... Err… you know.”

“Oh yes, I do know” she smiled. “But you don’t get what you want until I get what I want.”

Oh shit, was he being kidnapped again?

“And what is it that you want, darling?” he panted. 

“Tell me why you’re here.”

“I told you. I want to fall in love. Or at least have the opportunity to try”

She grabbed his balls, squeezing them just the tiniest bit too hard, and he winced. 

“You’re as much here to find love as I am, Tommy.”

Well now, wasn’t this a nice turn of events? She’s playing the game! Which meant, though, that it was especially important not to trust her. 

“You’re not here to find love? Oh, I’m sorry. I thought everyone was here to find love. I…”

“I know who you are. Your father’s one of my estate agency’s biggest commercial clients. And I know all about his playboy son. Tell me the fucking truth.”

“He must’ve been talking about my brother.”

“You don’t have a brother.”

She brought her lips back to his cock, and he was instantly fully hard again. But she only touched it with her breath, the warmth of her breath just away from his skin driving him wild. But then she squeezed his balls harder, digging her nails into them, making him hiss in pain.

“Darling, you’re hurting me.”

She smirked. “Oh, I can do so much worse than hurt you, darling.”

Her tongue darted from her lips, gently flicking his frenulum over and over, the wild sensitivity of it making his hips buck of their own accord. He tried pulling them back to escape the sensitivity, but she had him tied to the fucking bed. 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

He was in quite a position of vulnerability here. “Are you going to let me come?”

“Are you going to tell me why you’re here?”

He gritted his teeth. 

It’s basically just like edging, Tommy. You can do it. It’ll be worth it when she’s eventually not quick enough and you’ll come like a volcano all over her slut face.

Tom took a deep breath. “To find love”. 

She chuckled. “Okay, then.”

It felt like she was teasing him for hours. He wasn’t sure how she kept heading him off. But she always knew precisely the moment to pull away so he’d fall a split-second short of the orgasm that kept escaping him. 

Build, pull away. Build, pull away. 

His entire body was shaking, his abs contorting, his arms aching from having them above his head for so long. He felt her hot mouth take him once again, her spit spilling out of it and dripping down his cock once again. 

God she might give the best head he’d ev… no, don’t show it, don’t show it, don’t show it, oh my god, I’m finally going to–

“Fuck!” he shouted as she pulled away once again. He pulled against his belt in frustration, the leather hard against his wrists. This wasn’t even about the bet anymore. How fucking dare she? How dare she reduce him to this writhing mess, tied up like some kind of livestock?

“Tell me why you’re here.” She said, sternly. 

“Fuck you” he hissed. “Fucking slut”

She smirked. “Oh good, you’re almost there.”

She brought her delicious, sopping wet mouth back to him, and she moved her tongue maybe once before he was right on the edge again. And she pulled away. 

The frustration welled up in his chest, and he felt an odd feeling behind his eyes. 

Was… was he fucking crying?

Oh my god, how fucking humiliating. He couldn’t fucking cry in front of her. He… he….

“Please” he whispered.

“Good boy” she chuckled. “Aren’t manners nice?”

“Fucking bitch”

She slapped his cock, making him cry out in pain. It was so sensitive, his balls so sore from the tension. 

“It’s a bet” he gasped. “My friends bet me a quarter million I could get every girl in here to fuck me with none of them finding out about each other.”

She looked up at him, and raised an eyebrow at him. “And what, you assumed I’d be offended by that?”

He looked down at her, his naked body completely drenched in sweat. “I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.”

She smiled, and climbed up the bed slowly toward him. But then… kept going. She lifted her dress just enough, and planted her knees on either side of his head, but he couldn’t see anything.

All he could think about was if she was going to let him come after he did this. He would do anything if it meant she’d let him. He’d let her fuck him in the ass with a cucumber at family Christmas at this point. He’d let her have the money. It was never really about the money for him anyway. It was more just for fun. But god, if the money was what she wanted, she could have it. 

His brain was in complete meltdown. 

He looked up at her, begging her to sit on his face, and she did. He hadn’t gone down on a girl since he was a desperate teenager, but his sheer desperation seemed to be doing something for her. He worked his mouth furiously against her, straining his neck to make sure he could be exactly where she wanted him. She raked her fingers through his hair, pulling his head against her, rolling her hips against him. He was moaning against her, desperately willing her to come and, hoping and praying it would buy him some mercy. 

She came with a gasp and a shudder, released his head, and rolled off him without a word. He’d never been so overwhelmed with joy at making a girl come. He’d make her come six more times if only she would let him come just this once. 

But instead of grasping his cock and wrapping her mouth around it, she slid off the bed. 

His heart started racing. “Wait… where are you going? What about me?”

“What about you?”

“You have to let me come!”

She flicked her hair, and bit her lip, “Now why on earth would I want to do that?”

His breathing was short, and jilted. 

“You can’t be serious?” He felt the tears coming back. “Please. I told you what you wanted to know. Please”

She tapped one of her perfectly manicured fingers against her lips, pensively, as if considering whether or not she should. 

“Beg for it”

With zero hesitation, he fucking begged for it. 

“Please. Please. Oh my god, please. I’ll do anything. I’ll give you whatever you want. Please”

“Please what?” she hissed

“Please let me come”

She leaned down, the same, solitary finger tracing a line up his thigh. “Say my name”

“Priya” he yelled. “Priya, please. Please. Priya,”

“Tell me how much you want me”

“I want you so badly. I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as this. Please, Priya. I need you”

She smiled at him. 

“Okay, Tom, here’s what’s going to happen. You clearly don’t need that money. But you do need someone in the villa who’s going to keep you safe. Be in a power couple with you. Feign ignorance. While secretly convincing every last one of those girls to fuck you. You said it yourself. You need me.”

“Yes.” he gasped. “I do. That’s what I need. I need you.”

“And you’re going to give me every last cent of that quarter million.”

Tom just nodded furiously. “Whatever you want.”

“And you’re going to be very, very nice to me while we’re in here. No more calling me names or degrading me. You’ll be a good boy. And you’ll say thank you every time I let you come.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll be so good and I’ll say thank you.”

“Good boy, Tommy.”

She reached behind her back, pulling at the zipper on her dress, and he practically groaned. Her enormous, perfect, round breasts were even more magnificent than he imagined. But he shook any thoughts of degrading her from his mind. He’d do anything she asked. He’d never wanted another woman in his life more than he wanted Priya right then. 

She leaned down, running his cock between her tits. His mouth was open as wide as it could go as she pushed them together around his cock, fucking him with them. And he built once more. Closer and closer, closer and closer. 

Oh my god, it was happening. She wasn’t stopping.

“Do we have a deal?” she whispered.

Tom’s entire body started lurching off the bed as he felt it. His entire brain went haywire, and every nerve and synapse fired in his body at once, electrocuting his muscles so severely that they cramped. The ecstasy of it made him throw his head back against the pillow, his shoulders aching as he strained against his own belt, moaning louder than he’d ever moaned. He felt himself coming before he actually came, his balls contracting so hard it made him cry out. 

“Yes, yes, yes”

He felt Priya angle his cock upwards, and he practically saw god as he finally came. All he could feel was the rush of pleasure overtaking his body, the spring uncoiling inside him with such explosive force he thought he’d take the roof off. It pulsed out as she angled it over him, coming all over himself, but he barely cared in the moment. He was so desperate, so thankful, so relieved… so fucking relieved. He lay there, completely in silence, feeling like his entire body was melting into the floor. Every one of his muscles was loose. Like jelly. No. Like custard. He lay there, just trying to breathe for a second. 

But then, he became aware of an odd, drying sensation. He felt a stickiness on his stomach. His chest. Up his neck. Up his cheek. Over one of his eyes. 

Oh my god, it was on his face. 

Priya stood, wordlessly untying the belt from the bedhead, allowing his shoulders to sink into the bed with the rest of him.

“Good. I’m glad we could come to an understanding”

Tom lay there, unsure of how he was supposed to move like this. Or whether he was allowed to. He waited for Priya to give him instructions.

“Tom?” she chuckled. “What do we say?”

“Thank you,” he whispered. He couldn’t believe he was thanking her for this. But it fell out of his mouth again as if he was still begging her for something. “Thank you”.

“Good Boy.” Priya hissed. “Now get up. You’ve got cum on your face, you fucking slut.”

[absoluteindulgence]

MHA BOYS WITH A BLACK!MODEL GF

A/N: Long time, no post... I know, but I'm feeling better and even committed to writing more. I hope you like these short HCs 💖 🌞☀️MIRIO☀️🌞

He's enamored with your job

Goes to EVERY photoshoot

Hell, he helps out the photographers!

Makes them see his vision of your beauty, getting your angles down to a T.

Every photo he helps with contributes to him becoming a producer and making money on the side.

Any deal you get is usually negotiable to make more, and it's thanks to your cuppy-cake-snookums (😂) and his photographic advice.

Loves to give you a pep talk before every gig, always offers to help calm your nerves.

And always, and I mean always moisturizes you, takes pride in giving you that GLOW that will make you look stunning!

One reason could be because he doesn’t like anyone else touching you, and… you’re not wrong; however, it’s more to do with making sure no one catches you slipping and talking about how ashy you were in a photoshoot, lmao.

💚DEKU💚

He's such a nervous wreck but believes in you!

Knows you've wanted to be a model for a while and know that your looks are finally being admired; he always takes the time to remind you where you were and where you are now.

Praising your growth and admiring the woman that stands before him

Visits you on set when he can! He's usually busy, but when he's present, he's all in.

Sometimes you'll tease him by asking him how you look, knowing good, and damn well you look FIONE AF.

He'll get flustered at first, but with a pure smile, he'll say, "You look beautiful!"

Your heart will swoon, and when you get in front of the camera, you focus on looking at him, and he always stares in awe at how serious you take your job.

And the company actually encourages him to come more often because he makes you feel so comfortable!

🔷️DABI🔷️

A bragger by nature, hella proud, always attracted to you😈

Becomes a model with you and you guys get a bunch of brand deals.

Most times, you're a 2:1 deal, booked by the same industry, take on the same campaigns, strut on the runway. V good for your image.

Photographers love your chemistry and the energy you give to pictures when on set with him.

They usually interview yall together about how you met and what keeps you together.

Loves saying the corniest shit too. Dabi smugly answers, "She likes bad boys, and what can I say? I'm the baddest of boys."

You usually roll your eyes with a playful laugh, "Oh hush, stop trying to sound so cool."

Paparazzi can be a little invasive, sometimes asking about your romantic life or dig into family issues. And Dabi, living up to the name, will flip them off without apology, and it resorts to a weak-ass scandal that doesn’t last more than two days.

Your fans appreciate how he sticks up for your privacy and only praises him for doing the chivalrous thing.

His devotion to you speaks volumes, and you do everything you can just to give that back to him.

You’ve been rated #1 in every Top 50 hottest couples in every magazine imaginable~

💥BAKUGOU💥

He's your personal bodyguard

Goes to EVERY photoshoot and meeting, helps settle your deals, and gets you the best payout for each gig.

A true businessman with the temperament of a chihuahua

He loves to watch you pose, how you smile, and frame your body to fit the camera angles

He's extra protective if the photographer acts like a bloodthirsty pervert, trying to get you to strip more than the photoshoot requests

Luckily you don't lose opportunities because his name rings bells and whoever wrongs you will get reprimanded and never heard from the industry again. And most definitely, someone will get their ass beat if they fuck up your hair. You won't even have to lift a finger on anyone trying to belittle you.

Very impressed with how classy you handle yourself when these problems arise, making him love and respect you more.

🌋KIRISHIMA🌋

He adores you and your work. He can see why you bag a lot of gigs because you have that "It" Factor.

So stunning and alluring without even trying

Loves to tell his friends about you,

"Wow, my girlfriend is so cool! Plus, we travel all over the world!"

You guys are recognized as celebrities no matter where you go; the headlines are usually "The Manly Hero and his Magnificently Melanated Model," They lay it on hella thick, lmao.

But you don't mind, you receive a lot of fan mail with different flavored KitKats in them, and it's all out of love, they always write, "I'm glad you live here" and "I want to see you on TV more!" And it all warms your heart, along with his.

When in public, people are very respectful and ask if they can take pictures with you and maybe even ask for modeling tips

All of it makes Kiri feel warm, knowing that his fans adore you!

He's just happy to see you, whether at work, at home, or showing you off in public.

[its-still-cuppi-cakes]

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