#honey toast anon

[gethoce]

From Periwinkle

To Valfrey

Periwinkle: Hi Miss Valfrey! Nice to see you again! I've recently prepared a lot of stuff to tackle "The Uther Problem" since you could definitely use a break, so I've made a Tomato Bomb Launcher and a Giant Tennis Ball Rock Pelter to deal with him, I also have some Tomato Bombs to load up that launcher too, so you can leave handling Uther to me, I hope you're okay Miss Valfrey.

@shibuyatoastedcursor / @shibuya-toast / @askthedreamyversegang / Honey Toast Anon

Uther is about to get to know true tomato torment ~

@kirbyoctournament

[desultory-novice]

From Periwinkle ( @shibuyatoastedcursor )

To Noir

Hi! Nice to meet you! I heard you were in the same tourney I’m in, so what do you make of the people there? Also, this is unrelated, but what would you wish for if I sent over a thousand origami cranes for you to make a wish?

@shibuya-toast (alt to know when the ask is done.)/ Honey Toast Anon (Anon nickname)

//Also, hi! It’s been a while, nice to see you again.

"...?!?"

"...Sorry. The way you looked, I thought the forget-me-nots had started talking to me." (Don't lose your mind yet, Noir. Not when you've finally got it back after who knows how long...)

-

"The only thing I know is there's supposed to be some kind of 'community gathering' thing but I'm pretty clearly not there yet. I guess that makes you one of the first ones I've met...?"

(Though I've been getting several weird phone calls from total randos...)

-

"...Origami cranes?"

"Does that..." "...Does that...y'know, work? To make a wish...?"

Of course it doesn't work. You've seen and CONQUERED cultures that spent their last minutes praying to CLOCKS for salvation.

And they didn't get THEIR wish, did they...?

-

".........You asked what I'd wish for...?" "I'd wish to get all that wasted paper back..."

-

//AN: I'm sorry (not-sorry) Noir is like this XD;;

PS: The red text is something only Noir is seeing.

[Noir's Field Trip Masterpost]

[the-boy-and-the-poison-puppeteer]

From Periwinkle

To Carmine and Day

So, what should we do now? I’m not sure if Ms. Briar will be able to hold in her curiosity and ask me loads of questions I am not even prepared to answer, maybe I should stay behind to not let people get suspicious about the cave? I honestly don’t know right now.

Honey Toast Anon

"That's probably for the best. Be sure to tell us if anything happens."

[askthewheatleyverse]

To All

So, have you all heard of Star Dream? If you haven't... *casually prints out Star Dream's entire Kirby Wiki page with spoilers unmarked* Perhaps this info should help shed some light on this rouge wish-granting AI.

- Honey​ Toast​ Anon​

I- I don’t think- Not to be rude, of course, but I don’t think now might be the time t-

[11895 rips the pages from the communicator, drenches them in water, and continues to stifle the flames with them.]

[galactic-ambitions-jester]

From Periwinkle

To Marx and Doku

Periwinkle: Hi, long time no see! So, recently Uther has been so big of a problem we'll have to deal with him somehow, so I've decided to help Valfrey out with tackling the "Uther Problem", since Valfrey definitely needed a break, so I'm filling in for her right now, also how are you two doing? It's been a while.

@shibuyatoastedcursor / @shibuya-toast / @askthedreamyversegang

The old man is the problem. We also offered to assist, fed the old man one of my own mochi. We're doing fine! We weren't just getting any asks in a while. - Dokutaro

[frownyalfred]

god... did you play arkham games? you know there's a scene in arkham knight wheres Bruce and Jason fight and Bruces is trying so much to convice Jason that he's Robin and not the arkham knight, he's not what Joker made him be (make jason hating Batman and hunt him down) and Jason with his voice cracking in between shouting back to Bruce ''stop talking to me!''. I think it'll have this vibe

Jason knows Bruce can max out on speech when he wants to and they’re more evenly matched if he keeps it to a physical fight. Once Bruce brings out the “Jay 🥺—” he’s done for.

[shaisuki]

omg I'm so sorry im the anon who requested crybaby!reader

I'm sorry I forgot to add the characters 😭

I'd like to see itadori and gojo with crybaby! reader ☺

again I'm sorry 😅

SSSH, DON'T CRY

ft. gojo satoru, itadori yuuji

content warnings ��── fluff, smut, dacryphilia, fellatio, teasing, rushed and shitty writing, short.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ they always unintentionally made you cry

ITADORI YUUJI

itadori is no stranger to your tears. droplets of water streaming down to your cheeks while you cry in the smallest things. be it in when a character dies in a movie or the simple things. he likes it. the tears are the proof of your vulnerability to him and it shows you trust him.

that's why he's wiping the tears streaming down your face while his cock stretches you. “-s big, so big...” you always whine out to him while your fists are curled in his shirt. legs spread to accommodate him better and bring you pleasure. it's always a wonder him you still looking so pretty for him while he's currently stretching you.

“doing so good for me, baby.” he moans, drool dripping and drops into your chest. he can feel your walls spasming around him and the more he bottoms out in you, more tears appears in your lashes and fuck, he did find it so endearing. he knows you're not in pain and it's how you respond to him while he sinks into you.

there's a sniffle, followed by a hiccup. “yuuji...” glossy eyes staring right back at him and be knows it when you call his name like that. syrupy sweet like honey dripping on toast. the pink-haired boy groans when he fully sheathed himself inside of you before his hips starts ramming inside you.

that earned him more tears and your nails digging in his arms. your stained cheeks and your tongue almost lolling out with your body jiggling at the impact of his thrusts. he could give you more than this and just be your pretty self with your tears.

he's not done with spoiling you.

GOJO SATORU

“you cryin'?”

it never gets old despite how many times he said it to you. he always says it when he can see the first tears gathering at the corners of your eyes when something frustrates you, when things doesn't get on your way or the simple things.

and he repeats it all over again.

struggling to take his full length inside your mouth. you try but he's too big but he's there to guide you. holding out your hair while you take his cock into your mouth.

“doing well, pretty girl.” cooing at you and you nod, the spit connecting to your lips and to his cock. red and angry. waiting to be warmed up but your mouth. taking him one more and you obediently bobs your head. engulfing his hardened dick and gojo curses out.

while his hand hold your head while he ruts himself to your mouth. groaning and the sight of your tears freely falling and streaming in your cheeks gets him going while you take him a like his own personal fleshlight.

and when he came, his hot, white cum coating the insides of your mouth. filling up you to the brim which you gladly swallowed, choking up a little bit and gojo praises you for being a good girl. wiping the tears in your cheeks.

you can cry all you want when he's rewarding your for being a good girl. he'll give you a reason to cry more.

[wildrangers]

Matt Smith x Reader

Matt and Reader have been together for a long time and it's time for Matt to take the plunge and ask Reader to marry him

Thank you for the request, anon! I’m rolling this into my ongoing Smith family series of ask’s. This can be read alone or as a prequel to my pregnancy surprise and announcement stories. I also hope you don’t mind this will contain some serious smut.

Tropes & topics: SMUT (oral sex [f&m receiving], dirty talk, impact play, rough, protected sex), lots of fluff before it descends into porn lol, mentions of marriage obvi

Word Count: 3.1K

Matt’s heart feels like it’s going to burst from his chest if he doesn’t throw it up first. You’re seemingly oblivious, happily digging into your dessert, taking in the stunning seaside view.

Your fifth anniversary had been mid-June, but his shooting schedule kept the celebration limited to you visiting him abroad and sharing room service. He knew you hadn’t minded, you’d said countless times that you just were happy to be celebrating together, but he wanted to acknowledge this milestone the right way. 

This trip was the best way to celebrate that while also finally pushing him to gather the courage to ask you to marry him. As you enjoyed this final meal of the trip, a ring box has been buried in his pocket and his nerves have frayed. It’s not that he’s worried you’ll say no, he knows what you two have is forever, but it’s still such a monumental moment and he doesn't want to bungle it. 

“Honey, dolphins!” Your excited gasp pulls him from his thoughts and while he glances to see the pod swimming just offshore, his gaze quickly returns to your face. Golden hour is almost here and the slowly setting sun makes your skin glow and reflects the joy in your eyes.

“There you have it, your favorite animal bidding you farewell” he replies and you nod, frowning slightly at the end of your getaway rapidly approaching. 

“I’ve really had the best time” you say, finally pulling your eyes from the water. 

“Me too, darling” he assures you, squeezing your hand as your server cleared the table. Matt pays the tab before standing, pulling you into his side as you two make your way out of the restaurant.

“Can we lay on the beach for a bit when we’re back at the house?” you request and he smiles, envisioning the scene he already has set up for you there.

“Of course, what a brilliant idea.” 

A comfortable silence settles as you both take in the beauty around you on the brief walk back to the small beach house you’d rented for the last week. He follows you through the house, pausing as you both remove your shoes at the backdoor.

“Matty!” you gasp as he slides the glass doors open. “It’s beautiful, when did you do this?” 

He grins, pleased at your excitement. He places a hand on your back to guide you through the sand before helping you sit on the large blanket he’s laid out for you both that’s surrounded by petals from your favorite flower. “I snuck out while you were getting ready before dinner. Now, champagne?” he asks, lifting the chilled bottle from the ice bucket holding down a corner. 

“Yes, please!” you reply eagerly, holding out a glass. He fills it and his own before holding his flute up for the toast he’s prepared.

“My love” he begins, surprised by the emotion clogging his throat. He takes a moment to collect himself and you squeeze his hand encouragingly. “First and foremost, I want to thank you for the last five years. They’ve been the most joyous, love-filled ones of my life. I can hardly believe it’s been half a decade yet at the same time, it’s difficult to remember life without you being by my side. You’re my rock, my biggest cheerleader, and most importantly, my best friend. You’re the love of my life, darling.”

He places his glass carefully in the sand before shifting onto one knee, his shaking hands removing the ring box from his pocket, opening it to reveal the ring he’d spent countless months searching for, “Would you do me the honor of sharing the rest of our lives together as husband and wife?”

“Yes, yes, of course! Oh my god” you burst out, holding out your hand for him to slide the ring on. He grins at the sight, dropping his lips to place a long kiss to the spot where the diamonds meet your soft skin. “Oh honey, it’s perfect, I love it. I love you so fucking much. That’s far less elegant than your speech but it’s true nonetheless. I’m so lucky you’re mine.” 

“I had more time to prepare” he laughs and you roll your eyes before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you flush to him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of your skin mixed with the salty sea breeze. You stay like that a moment before he pulls away to look into your eyes. 

“My beautiful boy,” you whisper, tracing his jawline with your fingers. He leans down, connecting your lips just as the sun slides beneath the ocean. Your hands quickly tangle in his hair and he gently pushes you onto your back, settling on top of you. His hands find the hem of your dress, fingers lightly brushing where your skin meets the fabric. 

He loses himself in the feel of your soft, pliant body beneath him as you greedily suck his tongue into your mouth. He feels himself beginning to harden as you moan, your hands shifting from his hair down to his backside, pulling his hips against yours. He gasps at the friction, desperate for more, pleased to feel you bucking beneath him already. “So impatient” he teases, placing kisses down your neck, leaving small bruises as he goes.

“You're one to talk” you reply, grinding your leg into his erection, drawing a groan from him. “As hot as this would be in theory, can we move this inside? I’d rather not be finding sand in different crevices for the next week.” 

He laughs deeply, carefully standing before offering you his hand to draw you up, as well. You lose your footing in the sand and he quickly scoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style up the beach. “I thought this would wait until the wedding night?” you tease and he nips playfully at your shoulder. 

“I’ll put you down if you’d like” he retorts and you tighten your grip on his shoulders, shaking your head. He goes to place you on the bed but you insist on being set on your feet. “Lay down” you command and he tilts his head, curious as to what you have planned for him, but eagerly doing as directed. 

Once he’s settled, leaning back on his elbows, you slowly reach around to unzip your dress. “I have a confession to make.”

“Oh?”

“Billy brought me the ring box a month ago.”

“He didn’t” Matt replies, jaw dropping at the thought of your dog eagerly delivering this gift to you. “What a rascal, he ruined the surprise!” 

“He did,” you agree, laughing. “But that let me plan a little surprise of my own.” 

“Well go on then” he smirks, watching as your dress pools around your feet. “Good god, love” he bites out, eyes hungrily taking in the sight of you. 

“Do you like it?” you ask cheekily, making your way tantalizingly slowly to him. 

“I fucking love it” he breathes out. Your legs are covered in lacy black stockings attached to a garter secured above your sheer black panties. Your torso’s wrapped in a black leather corset and he’s struggling to keep his hands to himself as you crawl up the bed to him. “You remembered.”

“Your obsession with garters even though they’re an absolute pain in the ass to get on? Yes, I remembered” you joke and he chuckles at the mischief in your eyes. 

“My sexy fiancée” he breathes out as you hover above him and grin at the compliment before slowly unbuttoning his shirt, kissing each inch of newly exposed skin. He watches impatiently as you slowly unbuckle his belt, tauntingly taking your time removing it from around his hips. “Be careful, I may have to use that if you tease me much longer.”

“If only I’d be so lucky” you reply, pointedly leaving it on the pillow beside his bed before making quick work of the rest of his clothes. “You’re so hard for me and I haven’t even done anything yet” you goad, wrapping your hand around his already throbbing cock, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure. 

“Look at me, Matthew” you demand and his head whips back up at the command in your tone. “Much better” you praise, dipping your head down to lick a stripe from the base of his cock to his tip, eyes boring into his the entire time.

“Fuck” he breaths out, wrapping a fistful of your hair around his hand before resting it on the back of your head. “More, please.” 

“Since you asked so politely” you agree, immediately taking all of him into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat as your lips wrap around the base of his dick. 

“Holy shit, Y/N” he gasps, hips desperate to buck but not wanting to hurt you. You painstakingly pull back after a few minutes of working him with your mouth, pumping him with your hand as you smirk up at him. 

“Do you want to fuck my face, Matty?” you offer and he feels his eyes widen. 

“Are you sure…?”

Your only response is to move off the bed and drop to your knees, hands behind your back. He eagerly stands beside you, hands tangling in your hair as you wrap your mouth around him again. He slowly sinks into your mouth, making sure you’re ready before he begins thrusting deep into your throat. “Holy shit, love” he groans, throwing his head back briefly, before gazing down to meet your glossy eyes. Slight movement catches his eyes and he watches as your fingers dip into your underwear, fingers circling your clit in time with each of his thrusts. 

Several moments later he feels you pull back slightly and he releases his grip, removing himself from your mouth so you can catch your breath. “Are you okay?” he asks and you nod eagerly, excess spit dripping down your chin. “Jesus Christ, get on the bed” he commands and you smirk, slowly rising to your feet.

“How do you want me, love?”  

“On your back, so I can devour you” he replies and you quickly scramble onto the bed, sliding off your panties as you go. “That’s a good girl” he praises once you’re settled, thighs spread wide, pussy already glistening for him. 

He places a sloppy kiss to your mouth as he removes your corset, leaving you entirely bare before him except for your garter belt which he has every intention of leaving on. “Beautiful” he breathes out, pulling a nipple into his mouth while he teases the other in his hand. He’s rewarded with your back arching up to meet him.

“Lower, please, Matt” you beg and he smirks, nibbling gently on your breast before settling between your thighs. He traces your hips with his fingers, placing brief kisses to your inner thighs, inching up closer to your core. You’d complain about his teasing but he wanted you desperate for him before he even really began. He shifted his hands to your thighs, tracing circles along them while kissing your hip bones, eyes rising to look up at you. 

“Please” you gasp, hips bucking up, before he forcefully pins you back down to the bed. 

“Do you want me to make you feel good, love?” he asks and you nod eagerly, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “Then be patient.” 

You nod again, dropping your head onto the pillow, seemingly trying to get your breathing under control. Just as he feels your body untense below him, he licks a teasing stripe up your center drawing a loud moan from your mouth. He places a hand flat against your belly ensuring you can’t squirm or buck beneath him as he begins working you with his tongue.

As desperately as he wants to be buried inside you, he can’t stop himself from devouring you until you’re panting above him, hands wrapped painfully tight in his hair. His mouth is suctioned around your clit when you breath out, “Matt, fuck, I’m going to cum” and he immediately plunges two fingers inside you, drawing a frantic gasp from your throat as your back arches off the bed. Two pumps later he feels your walls tighten around his fingers as you call out his name, wrapping your thighs around his head as pleasure wracks your body. He gently works you through your orgasm until your twitches settle down and your legs loosen from around his neck. He smirks up at you, licking his lips, and you bite your own at the sight. 

“You look so sexy with my cum all over your mouth” you admit, drawing him up so you can taste yourself on his tongue. He opens the nightstand drawer to grab a condom, rolling it onto himself before pulling away from you. 

“Get on your knees” he orders and you eagerly flip over, ass in the air. “What a good girl you are for me, so eager to please.”

“Always” you agree, spreading yourself open for him and he groans at the sight.

He lines himself up with your entrance, “Ready, love?” he asks and in response, you sink yourself back onto him. “Jesus” he grounds out, the sensation of being fully buried in you so quickly overwhelming him for a moment. 

“Is it too much darling?” you ask, teasingly wiggling your hips back and forth. He shakes his head at you before reaching beside your head to grab his discarded belt. 

“Is this what you want?” he asks and you lick your lips, nodding enthusiastically. He wraps the leather around his hand before bringing it down sharply on your ass, drawing a gasp from your mouth. “Is it too much darling?”

“No, more please” you beg and he obliges, bringing the belt down on your other cheek. “Yes, Matt, fuck me now.” 

“Such a slut for me” he taunts, driving into you roughly. 

“Yes, yes, I’m your little whore” you gasp out and he rewards you with another slap of the belt against your backside. 

“Fuck” he mutters, overwhelmed at the sight of you bent before him, ass cheeks red, makeup smeared, mouth open wide in pleasure. “You look so sexy right now.” 

You simply whine, driving your hips back, silently demanding more. He tosses the belt aside so he can focus, gripping your hips and pressing your back down more so he can fuck you deeper, setting a ruthless pace.

“Yes, yes just like that” you gasp, hands wrapped tightly around the sheets beneath you. 

“Tell me what you want, love” he breathes out shakily. But all you can do is pant for air, your breathing mixed with moans and curses. He feels you tightening around him again and he wraps his hand around your hair, pulling you up so your back is flush to his chest. “Use your words, darling.”

“You’re fucking me so good Matt” you whine, your hand dipping between your thighs to rub your clit as you look back at him. “Please make me cum again” you whimper, the tempo of your fingers increasing as you squeeze around him even more intensely.

“Come on baby, let me have it. I can feel how close you are” he encourages and you whimper, your eyes turning glossy but never leaving his. Your lower lip quivers as your orgasm tears through you, your pussy clamping and twitching around his cock as you whine and moan beneath him. “There you go, I’ve got you, love” he assures, gently releasing you so you can rest your forehead against the pillow. He gently rocks into you until you stop pulsing around him, placing kisses to your shoulder blades. 

“Let me flip over, I want to watch you cum for me” you request and he pulls out just long enough for you to resettle on your back before reconnecting your bodies. As his pace picks up again you pull him down to you, placing a deep kiss to his mouth as you wrap your legs around his back. His mind goes pleasantly blank as he loses himself in the pleasure your body gives him.

“Can you feel how soaked you made me?” you whisper and he groans, dropping his forehead to your shoulders and nodding, words beyond him now. “I want you to cum inside me, baby, please. I want to watch you come undone for me.”

“I’m so fucking close” he gets out and you tug at his hair lightly, making him gasp in pleasure. 

“I know, baby, I know. My cunt’s squeezing you so tight, isn’t it? Show me how good I’m making you feel” you taunt, hands dropping down to squeeze his balls softly. His vision goes white as his orgasm shoots through him, frantically burying himself inside you as wave after wave of pleasure coarse through him. “There you go, I’ve got you, my love” you whisper, running your hands over his back as he catches his breath.

You two stay wrapped together for several moments longer, neither of you wanting to separate, both of you soaking in the afterglow. Eventually he lifts his head from your chest placing a gentle kiss to your mouth before slowly pulling out. You hiss at the loss of him and he agrees softly, already missing the intimacy of your joined bodies. He rises to clean himself up before returning with a warm, damp cloth. 

“Holy shit babe” he chuckles, gently wiping between your legs, shocked at how much of your pleasure is still leaking from you. 

“I’m not exaggerating when I say that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had” you laugh, removing your makeup with the wipe he’d brought out for you so you didn’t have to get up. 

“I can tell” he grins and you roll your eyes. 

“No need to look so fucking smug, Matthew.”

“What?” he laughs, tossing the cloth in the tub before sliding the quilt down, tucking you underneath before settling behind you. “Can’t I be happy I made my fiancée feel incredible?” 

“Sure, I bet that’s all it is. No ego swelling involved” you grumble and he pulls you flat against him. He opens his mouth to make a dirty joke but you cut him off with a quick, “Don’t you dare.”

He laughs again, joy filling his chest to the brim as he places a kiss to the back of your neck before settling onto his pillow. 

“I love you so much, darling” he whispers a few moments later, your breathing already evening out as sleep approaches. 

“And I love you” you reply, squeezing his hand. “I can’t wait to be your wife.” He feels a small smile pull on his lips at the thought before sleep drags him under.

taglist @littlehorrorlover @slayraxes-blogs @decaffeinatedparadisepost

[sykokilljoyy]

If reqs are still open, could you do w2s harry x golden retriever!Reader? Like she’s just always happy and overjoyed? I’m curious to see their dynamic

WROETOSHAW X GOLDEN RETRIEVER!READER HEADCANONS

a/n: i am in love with whoever sent this anon. i love people w golden retriever energy they're my favs so this is my fav y/n concept ever ever. also quickly learnt i have no idea how to spell retriever it's so hard for no reason. love u all!! more writing coming soon x

firstly, this man is cuddly. i don't care who you ask, he's a real life teddy bear and i'm not accepting any arguments

so when it comes to you, and your very apparent love language of touch, this sweet man cannot stop his arms from opening to you.

2am, 6am, 11pm, no matter when, and no matter the reason, he can't deny how persuasive your giddy grin can be, and the puppy dog eyes, of course

you're his biggest supporter by a mile

he makes some toast?? round of applause for this man

you're so proud of him no matter what

and you make it so obvious, which he appreciates beyond words

you both come as a package

wherever he goes, you go – happily, with a smile on your face

to summarise the dynamic, it's a lot of heart eyes

the first time you both went public with the relationship, on a Sidemen Sunday of all places, the comments consisted of basically a lot of;

'oh my god the way they look at him is so cute'

'i can't get over the way they look at him'

'Y/N IS ADORABLE I CAN'T'

harry is a big gift giver

sometimes it's hard for him to convey his emotions with words, he can struggle with affection from time to time

but when things get hard and he can't tell you how much he loves you, you'll come home to a beautiful necklace, or tickets to a concert from favourite artist, or a romantic getaway somewhere expensive

you hop excitedly into his room to thank him

he's sitting at his desk, nervous, hoping his gift is telling you what he can't

him seeing your bright, loving smile and the buzz in your eyes makes his whole body relax and he finally finds the words

“i love you so much, y/n”

you jump to him, face buried in his neck, and he can't deny that the feeling of your embrace makes his heart sore out of his chest

one morning, after a long day the day before

you’re laying in his bed, barely conscious, your eyes still misty from sleep

immediately, you feel harry’s arms pull gently at your waist, bringing you towards him

his lips are on your cheek, hands touching your skin softly

he can feel your smile without even opening his eyes

“you know you reach for me in your sleep” he whispers, his voice is still haunted by sleep

“because i love you, and you’re always warm”

“you’re like a golden retriever, you know”

he feels you smile wider

the only downside of this dynamic, is when arguments arise

conflict is always natural in a relationship, and you do understand that

but you wear your heart on your sleeve, and your admiration for your boyfriend is so strong that when it gets rough, and maybe communication gets skewed, you find it incredibly hard

if he needs space, you find it difficult to keep your mind from him

you give him whatever he needs to get his head straight, and he does the same, but it rattles you a little, not being with him when you need to the most

but when he calls you one night, with his tone warm as honey, asking how you are, that he's missed you and he's ready to talk things through, your heart fills with happiness and relief

overall, it's the sweetest dynamic, and harry adores it

you're a bundle of joy with a heart of gold, and the love you have for this man, you're never secretive about it

he wouldn't ever change it for the world <3

[blondwhxrewrites]

I was wondering if you could maybe do Mattheo comforting reader? I do genuinely struggle to eat daily, I usually eat 1 meal a day. So maybe readers crying about her body in her dorm and Mattheo catches her, or Mattheo notices her not touching her food. Hope that’s ok for you, (also I wasn’t venting!! 😉)

Anon if you ever need someone to talk to my DMs are always open, I also struggle to eat too. I know how hard and exhausting it can be 🫶

Mattheo placed the tray of food down in front of you. He reached out gently grasped your chin and he tilted your head up so that you would look at him. "Princess you need to eat." He wiped away your tears while nudging the tray of food towards you with his other hand. "I just need you to eat one thing okay?"

He had come in after dinner worried because you missed dinner only to see you crumpled on your bed sobbing. He knew your struggles when it came to eating—the way you would skip meals simply because you didn't feel hungry or how you couldn't eat sometimes no matter how hard you tried to. You had the nasty having of forgetting to eat sometimes forgetting for days.

"I can't Matty..."

He cooed, sitting down next to you and taking you into his arms. "I know honey but you need to try." He picked up a piece of toast with jam spread on it.

"Just take a bite—Its okay if you need to spit it out."

You nodded hesitantly reaching out and taking the piece of toast. You stared at the piece of food, brows furrowing in hesitation. You took a bite out of the toast chewing and then swallowing—which took everything you had to do.

Mattheo smiled pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You're doing great princess I'm so proud."

[lolasimms]

morning (or night) routine abby + reader and their toddler? 🫂🤍

I love this ask!!! Domestic Abby is my fav, so thank you anon!

Mornings with Abby and your son are always eventful to say the least. Unfortunately for you the both of them are early birds, so any hopes you have for sleeping in are thrown out the window.

Most mornings at 6 on the dot, your son is climbing into your shared bed with Abby. Crushing your limbs with his tiny feet, stepping on your stomachs and weaselling his way in between the two of you for cuddles.

Though his disruption annoys Abby sometimes, you know she appreciates that special time in the morning when the three of you are cuddled up beneath the weighted blankets enveloped in one another’s warmth.

“Momma?” You hear your son call out for Abby and no more than five seconds later you hear her groaning and mumbling.

“What is it honey?” Her raspy morning voice vibrates through the room.

“M’hungry.” He whispers and you hear the covers beginning to rustle, then feel a slight shift on the mattress.

“Alright then, let’s go get you breakfast.” You smile into your pillow, happy you’d get to enjoy a few more minutes of sleep.

You’re however taken by surprise when you feel a strong pair of arms grabbing you from the bed and then a fit of giggles coming from your son.

“You really thought we were gonna let you sleep in mommy?” Abby asks as she wraps her arms around your torso and you sleepily groan into her chest.

—

While Abby gets your sons teeth brushed and face washed, you do your five step morning skincare routine and then settle your hair. Finally once you’re done it’s your turn to take over for Abby while your she readies herself.

After 10 minutes of bargaining with your son on what to make for breakfast, he’s settled for French toast and fruit. While you’re plating up his food, Abby’s making her way downstairs in a hoodie and sweats. You smile as she leans down to kiss your son who’s sitting on a stool, antsy to get his breakfast.

After you place down his little plate and walk around the island to get started on your coffee, you feel Abby’s hands on your waist. She’s holding you against her chest and kissing down your neck causing you to sigh.

“Where’s my breakfast mommy?” You smile at her, and then down at your son who’s engrossed in his fruit salad. You’d never grow tired of mornings like these, happy as ever with the two of them.

[archangeldyke-all]

Would you be willing to write something about how sevika cares for drunk reader? Maybe they went for a night out at the brothel and sevika decides it’s time to leave when she notices r is rlly intoxicated???

I think she would definitely be so attentive and take off readers heels for her, and help her undress and into comfy clothes because she’s such a sweetheart 😭

she's SUCH a sweetheart anon ur so so so right.

men and minors dni

sevika had been chatting with some friends for the past thirty minutes, occasionally glancing to you at the other end of the bar where you were catching up with one of your old coworkers.

she was getting tired. it was getting late. across the bar, she could see you propping your head up on your hand, a sleepy look in your eye. she chuckles. yeah, it's time to head home.

as she approaches you, she quickly realizes that you're drunk.

not just drunk. you're plastered. four sheets to the wind.

your old coworker was one of your best friends at one of the worst jobs you've ever worked at. the two of you were reminiscing on funny stories and old drama, downing shot after shot to honor the old days.

when you catch sight of your wife, a goofy grin takes over your features.

"sevikaaaaaaa!" you exclaim, stumbling out of your barstool and into her arms, peppering kisses across her face. she chuckles as she wraps an arm around your waist to stabilize you.

"hi honey." she says, amused. you grin, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

"'y look 's fuckin' hot ri' now sev. wanna get outta here?" you slur. she laughs and kisses your forehead.

"sure. lemme take you home." she says, playing into your game, knowing how stubborn you get when you drink. you squeal in excitement and drag her out of the bar, practically running down the street with sevika's wrist in your grasp. she's giggling behind you the entire time, catching you when you stumble, and pressing kisses to your head when she's close enough to reach you.

halfway home, you get tired. you stop dead in your tracks and turn around with a pout. sevika grins down at you, already knowing what you're gonna ask for. you're a predictable drunk.

"my feet hurt. gimmie'a piggyback?" you ask, pouting at your wife. she chuckles and shoots forward to kiss you, before turning around and crouching so you can crawl up her back.

"fuckin' watch it!" she chuckles as you scramble onto her back. you kiss her temple when you're settled and she smiles.

"love you." you say as sevika rises and begins walking you home. she hums.

"love you too, honey."

when you guys get home, you try to press sevika to the wall for a makeout session. she quickly redirects you to the kitchen-- the promise of one of her 'homemade quesadillas' (literally just shredded cheese toasted between two tortillas) inciting you enough to let her go.

she gets you fed, then gives you a glass of water. you pout.

"not thirsty." you say. sevika rolls her eyes.

"drink this glass and i'll let you play with my tits." she bribes. (as if you can't play with her tits whenever you want.) it works. you down the glass in three seconds flat. sevika giggles at your eagaer eyes, then squeals as your salsa and sourcream covered hands reach out to grope at her clothed chest.

"wait!" she giggles as she runs to the bedroom, you trailing behind her. "we gotta get naked first." she says to you. you grin as you try to rip your dress off, pouting when it doesn't budge. sevika chuckles and takes pity on you, kissing your pout away and then unzipping your dress, helping you out of it.

she helps you out of your bra then shoves you onto the bed. you giggle, and she kisses you, unable to stop herself when you look so cute.

"aren't you gonna get naked?" you ask. sevika chuckles and nods.

"get under the covers babe, i'll be there in a minute." she says from the closet where she's hanging up your dress.

when she comes back to the bedroom, she grins.

you're asleep, snoring on top of the covers, just like she knew you would be.

sevika's quiet as she gently places a few painkillers and a full glass of water on your bedside table, she's gentle as she presses a kiss to your forehead.

she takes her time to change into her pajamas and feed herself, and when she finally crawls in bed beside you, you grumble in your sleep.

"sev?" you ask.

"go to sleep, baby. i'm right here." she whispers, pulling you against her. you grin, pressing a tipsy, half asleep kiss against her lips, before falling asleep on her tits.

sevika grins at the ceiling.

she loves you so fuckin' much.

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[the-boy-and-the-poison-puppeteer]

From Periwinkle, Ginger and Moss

To Kieran

*Running noises*

We’re back Kieran! How are you bud?

We figured you need a hug, so we came here.

Also, Carmine told us to tell you that, why she kept meeting the Ogre a secret from you was to keep you safe, told ya she had good intentions.

Anyways, Group hug!

*The trio hugs Kieran*

Also, here’s my anti-stress pillow, helps keep my mind off things. *Gives Kieran a fluffy heart shaped pillow, it looks like it’s been used for a while, but it smells nice, perhaps it just came out of the laundry?*

I have some spare candy apples for you pal, here you go! *Gives Kieran a candy apple*

Here’s an origami crane for you, I figured you might like it. *Gives Kieran a mauve origami crane*

Well, we gotta go now, see you later Kieran!

Sayonara!

Bye, see you later!

@shibuyatoastedcursor / @shibuya-toasted-with-extra-cream / @shibuya-toast / @askthedreamyversegang / Honey Toast Anon

"Ehehe, thanks you all!"

"I'm willing to give Sis and the others a second chance. Maybe even the Ogre and I can be friends!"

[strawb3rrystar]

can you write something were Sejanus comes home from some capitol party thing and he’s kind of tipsy and he’s being all cuddly and cute?? xoxo

Posca and champagne.

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x GN! Reader

Warnings: Mentions alcohol

Word count: 300

✰Masterlist

You had been to more than enough fancy Capitol parties to predict how this one was going to go. First, the host would lead a toast as every raises their champagne, gulping down the bubbly liquor.

You would then link arms with your boyfriend, Sejanus Plinth, while talking to some guests. The night consisted of fake smiles and laughter as the older Capitol citizens silently turned their nose up in disgust. If it wasn't for Strabo Plinth helping build the Capitol back up, they would say something about him being district out right. But you could see it in their false expressions of endearment.

What you didn't expect was Sejanus drinking a glass of Posca that was offered to him. You knew how strong the blend of watery wine laced with honey and herbs was. You knew he was tipsy. By the way, his change in tone became less formal and proper.

Once you got back to the Plinth's place, Sejanus was already dragging you to his room, bidding his parents goodnight. He had invited you to be his plus one at the party. And since they were serving alcohol, you were allowed to stay the night.

He pulls you into a hug, nuzzling his face into your neck. You give him a little eye roll "You're lucky you're so cute."

Sejanus leaves chaste kisses on your skin, humming softly after each one. "I love you," he mumbles when he pulls away from your warmth.

"I love you too, you dork." You squish his cheeks in your hands, bringing him in for a kiss. When your lips meet, her wraps his arms around your lower back, swaying from side to side. You sway with him, brushing your thumb over his dimple with a smile.

Star's notes - Headcannon: Sejanus has dimples

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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[galactic-ambitions-jester]

From Periwinkle

To Both of them

If it's about dealing with Sir Uther, I have an idea of how, *Grabs a remote controlled non-lethal bomb disguised as a gift* with this of course,​*Hands both of them the remote*, I worked on this myself, with some help from Susie, I actually have lots of these back where I came from, so feel free to use them, as long as you have my permission.

- Honey​ Toast​ Anon

This will be helpful! Thanks! - Marx

Good. I will detonate it with Valfrey - Dokutaro

[mecachrome]

Would you like to do a summary of what Oscar said in this podcast? I would be super grateful!

sure anon! tbh most of the questions were pretty banal but:

talked about choosing op81, being competitive as a child, balancing his calm/competitive side, sacrificing his life in australia to pursue his professional racing dreams etc.

said the fact that the car being bad didn't really "remove pressure" because his benchmark was lando regardless, that he had faith in mclaren but didn't think they'd be this competitive in just a year and a half, mentioned again choosing them because it felt good to be wanted + andrea being one of the primary drivers behind their success ("i never really like putting it down to one person, and i know the person i'm about to mention doesn't like it either" hehe)

re: his r/s with lando "i like to think that hopefully we've been able to boost each other a bit"

on what young oscar would have thought of hungary: "i think firstly he wouldn't have believed it, that it was him, but he would have been incredibly happy. i don't think he would have gone through like... the pride and the emotions of it, but he probably would have been like :D hell yeah, i just won my first f1 race!"

on conservative call to protect 1-2: "i think it's the trust they have in lando and i that they swapped us around like that, knowing that it would be swapped back"

said he and lando don't hang out "that much" outside of races ("i mean we see enough of each other at the races" 😭) but that they need to play padel and he recently got a car in monaco so he can actually drive to it now LOL

there's this bit on what he thinks of life as an f1 driver and he's basically like (air quotes) (reluctant to call it fame) you can't really prepare for "fame" and that it's weird to get recognized off-track but he knows he has to Appreciate The Fans and it's not necessarily Bad but just like....... something you can't train for

says he doesn't have anything he's hugely passionate about outside of racing since he's still focused on that but he likes good food and his favorite dish to make is honey soy salmon 🍣

favorite pre-race breakfast atm is poached eggs on toast, lissie mentioned it being lando's answer last year and he goes "well he's not a big fan of fish in case no one's noticed... and i used to get smoked salmon and he used to absolutely hate it" 😭 #whipped

on what he wants people to know about him: "i think a lot of people think i'm very calm, which i think i am. but that i have... i still have my moments. you know, you need the odd moment of rage here and there, and some people like think i'm just... a complete flat line. but i do have my moments"

not the most interesting hklsdh but i hope this is useful :')