Virion & The #3 Sandwich (Part One)

Virion & the #3 Sandwich (Part One)

Characters: Female Reader/Male Moth Monster, Male Bat, Genderless Forest Spirit Content: NSFW, Financial Stress, Pining, Masturbation, Illness, Sandwiches Wordcount: ~6600 Notes: Patrons got this about two weeks early, so take this as a reminder that “early stories” are one of my Patreon perks (they also got to see it while it was in WIP form). I haven’t finished the entire story, so tags are subject to change, but I’ve made a dent in Part Two. Many thanks to @monster-bait​ for encouraging me to keep going and being so enthusiastic about getting to read the moth story. Without her I probably wouldn’t have a story to share.

This was inspired by a @monsterkinkmeme​ prompt. Specifically this one.

It’s pushing midnight, and you’re sitting in the gas station parking lot crying softly to yourself. You’re counting your tips and then counting them again, as though the number is going to change and you’re magically going to have even another dollar. You know that’s not how any of this works, but you keep doing it with a silent urgency as you struggle to decide what to do.

There’s a soft tap at your window. A hulking form fills the space outside, and you’d be scared, except you know who this is. It’s the attendant at the local-grocery-slash-gas-station you’re parked at. He’s a large, fluffy, humanoid moth, and you think he’s adorable.

You’re mortified that he’s seen you like this.

“I’m so sorry for loitering–” you begin as you roll down the window. You rub your hands quickly over your face, determined to look more composed than you are.

It’s been a rough month. Rent had put your account in the negative, and you’ve only got enough cash to either eat or put a gallon of gas in your car to get home, but not both. Your stomach is growling, and you’re not sure whether you’d rather go home to empty cupboards or get something from the convenience store here and sleep in your car.

“That’s not why I’m here,” He says, his voice gentle, warm, and soft as always.

“It’s not?” You ask, glancing around the empty parking lot. You’re pretty conspicuous; your car is the only one here, and you’ve been sitting here for an hour. He has every right to ask  you to move along.

“I wanted to check on you.” He tells you. “Make sure you’re okay.”

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HELLO i had a thought and needed someone to hear it and figured you might be a good recipient. ahem. At a press conference, or other event wherein everyone can hear him, bucky stands up and every joint in his body cracks in succession. the guy sounds like someone stepped on a bag of fritos. basically i headcanon that bucky is the crunchiest marvel character and felt the need to tell you about it

oK this made me CHORTLE so ugly. I wrote a dumb drabble of it.

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Your head is pressed against the smooth wood grain of the conference room table. Some terribly old tree a sadist lobbed off and carved down to decorate the desolate meeting space. Not much else in here but it, ten rolling chairs, and a projector that hums too loudly.

Tony is going off again about your inability to take anything seriously. Hah. That’s rich coming from him.

“I’m hungry.” You whine, “I can’t think on an empty stomach.”

A collective sigh from each team member and you flick them all off.

“You just ate!” Steve is accusatory.

“Shut up, you enormous human-shaped Dorito. Corn-chip lookin’ ass…” Insults muffle themselves out on the surface, your warm breath fogging the plane, “Cool ranch lookin’– crunchy-ass… blue-bagged… bitch.”

A silence passes as everyone else stares on, waiting for it to end. Bucky groans to your right, sighs noisily, and thumps you on the back with his vibranium hand. You cough because your spine is probably crushed.

“Great meeting. This was an incredible waste of my time.”

He kicks the chair backwards and hops to his feet. There’s a deafening crackle of something that pulls your attention sideways, the first time your head’s been up in about twenty-five minutes. You’re elated.

“You got snacks?”

“What?”

“You got chips? You crunched like a bag of Lays.”

Sam snickers to your left. Then he wheezes and flops over, guffaws following rapidly. “A- A- A bag of L-Lays!” He cries, “Naw, girl. Those’re his joints. The boy is ancient.”

Bucky burns bright red head-to-toe under your scrutiny as you turn from him to Steve. With a shrug, you place your head back down. “Steve, your days of being called a Dorito are over.” A lazy finger jabs itself over your shoulder at the new object of your ire.

“New Dorito. Nacho Cheese Flavored. Stale, maybe.”

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Bag of Tricks Masterlist

Hades’ Personal Twilight 🌑

For Roo’s Pre Code Challenge!  :  Safe In Hell (1931) 

Premise: a woman kills her rapist and flees to the Caribbean to await her fiance

Warnings: non & dubcon elements, mentions of rape (from a storytelling standpoint & descriptions of the experience), smut, violence, death, and some fluff to make up for the darkness :)))

Word count: she’s kinda long, tumblr made me shorten it

Pairings: dark! Reader x Mafia leader! Steve Rogers

A/N: she’s pretty explicit so be of age to read! (18+), heed the warnings, and enjoy! p.s love you Roo 💋

The knock off Big Ben tower, that stood in the middle of the park, sang loudly to the roaming townspeople of Queens, New York. You weren’t sure what time it was, the old wooden tower used Roman Numerals and that had never made sense to you. All you knew was that it was fresh into the afternoon, could be as early as 12:15, the sky was just blooming into a fresh baby blue color across the opening littered in white clouds.

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Party Crasher [Headless Horseman/Reader]

Summary: AU Special!: With the town of Moorwick in the thick of its preparations for the holiday parade and unmasking the fake headless horseman, you briefly forget your commitments tot he true horseman waiting for you in the forest. It’s inevitable that this parade will go on record as the most memorable yet.

a/n: please make sure to read footnotes on this for back story and more info! 

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There wasn’t a soul in the eccentric town of Moorwick who knew of your secret. It dwelled there in the darkness amid the thicket and ancient, gnarled trees where no one dared to venture and where no light from town reached. You disguised your furtive, knowing smiles behind a hand, a mug, another smile that barely breached your facade. 

You could only assume that those who knew you best chose not to ask, while others who kind-of knew you weren’t sure what to ask. Undoubtedly, the air about you had changed from a year ago where you barreled into town with the ferocity and ardor of a stranger, a person who would not be derailed from their mission.

Now you were more subdued, but only a little. Moorwick had taught you that not all things needed to be spoken, yet everything that didn’t matter would be discussed first. So you instead talked about Sherriff Decatur, his lackeys, and ridiculous taste in cheap coffee; you prattled on for hours with Nellie in her shop about Nigel’s lunacy and impetuous choice in daily price changes for orange juice and beef jerky.

Weekly dinners with Asta Lang and Winston, the adoring couple of over seventy years, always set your heart aflutter and brimmed it with warmth at their stories from youth. Had it not been for Asta’s letter prompting your subsequent visit to Moorwick, you would have never known your best-kept secret.

Your secret was lost to the unforgiving movement of time, unaware of how the world around him had changed as centuries passed. And yet, the world knew of him and who he was. Moorwick had nurseries for children beginning to explore what existed beyond their front doorsteps; a man aboard an alabaster steed, cloaked in red without a head.

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In a Sleepy Town [Headless Horseman x Reader] [MASTERPOST]

This is going to be the main post I use to navigate people to in regards to chapters and information on the story and such. While I would appreciate liking and reblogging the post; I would sincerely appreciate it if you would like and reblog the actual chapters as well!!

The notes shouldn’t matter, but they do. I am continuing this story based on response that I receive from it.

I’ll be adding more content over time.

Chapters:

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR 

CHAPTER FIVE 

CHAPTER SIX [coming soon

Non-canonical/Side-stories:

PARTY-CRASHER [oneshot][non-canonical]

Asks in regards to the story (generally non-spoiler asks that I’ll answer about the characters, town, plot, and everything else):

What Moorwick looks like

Dumb stuff I’ve found:

Went to Ross for cups, found this

summertime sadness .6.

overtime

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (oral, masturbation)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only. I know they aren’t super dark, but like questionable so I’m keeping those tags just to be safe.

Summary: Your new duties start to mount.

Note: Thanks once again for all the support on this series :) We’re going to go well over six parts if that isn’t obvious. Estimate is 10 but no promises. Things are heating up though and I can’t wait to continue. That being said, I got some rl work to do so might be a delay in parts. Thank you!💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

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You watched glumly as the desks emptied out one by one. Stacey was always one of the last to go. She gave a cheery farewell as she grabbed her bubblegum pink purse and headed out the door. You waved at her and swallowed down your fear. Those still at their desks took her departure as a cue. They left soon after.

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