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"Wait, so you actually expect me to make a deal with the Devil?" Witch said, a little bemused. Demon snickered in response, lips pulling back to show a mouthful of fangs.

"Sweetheart," it purred, "you're strong, but you'd need a Coven to summon the Big Guy." It paused in thought for a moment before continuing, "also I'm pretty sure he ate the last Witches that tried that shit, so maybe hold off on it."

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did you just remember your tumblr password?

Lol sadly I have been here the whole time, the past couple ish years have been one trainwreck after another so this kinda took a back-burner

I do have a few old drafts and requests I'll try and work through, but I can't promise I'll be updating with any degree of consistency

It's nice to be back tho!! <3

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"Did they hurt you?"

The Hero stared down into the unseeing eyes of the body before them, barely able to register the Villain's question. Their would-be attacker, a rising Villain that had recently moved into town, was now nothing more than a corpse and the Hero couldn't breath oh God they're dead-

"Hey," a gentle voice coupled with an even gentler hand snapped them back to reality, knees threatening to give out if not for the grounding touch to their face, "focus on me, are you hurt?"

"No I-" their words choked off, sitting thick and heavy in their throat, "I'm...fine." The Villain snorted inelegantly, features twisting into an odd mix of amusement and concern.

"Darling you're hardly fine," they tutted, thumb swiping across the Hero's cheekbone, "but you're uninjured, that's good."

And, huh, the Villain really meant it, didn't they?

"Why'd you do it." Their voice was quiet, but much firmer than they'd expected. The Villain's gaze shifted to something akin to pity, and they brought their other hand up to softly cup the Hero's face between the two.

"I adore our fights," they started, honeyed and murmuring, "I adore you, wholly and unequivocally - never doubt that." Their tone brook no arguments, as if their words were a simple, understood fact and not utterly Earth shattering.

"Why, then, would I allow anyone but myself to harm you?"

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For it's (belated) 3 year anniversary, this is probably my all time fave prompt I've done

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My favourite prompts for the ‘finding out you're adopted bc your birth parent has found you’ trope bc I desperately want more of it:

You’re the only child of two notorious criminals and only find out because you accidentally found the adoption certificate your adoptive parents were hiding

You’re a young hero and discover you were taken away from your parent, a supervillain, in the hopes you could grow up to be ‘good’

You had a glamour placed on you to hide your features, and that glamour has just broken right in front of your parent - who you look like

You have a specific birthmark and in the middle of a fight your enemy sees it, it’s the same one their missing child had

A serial killer has been targeting people your age with similar features to you, turns out they're looking for their child and are killing anyone who isn’t

You and the parent that raised you are suddenly dragged into a custody battle when a very wealthy, slightly shady CEO discovers you’re also their child and wants an heir to their company

You, a servant following in the footsteps of your parent by serving in the royal household, are discovered to be the bastard child of the widowed reigning monarch, who to save face marries your parent and claims you as their heir

When war broke out, you, as the newborn child of the Tyrant Ruler, were smuggled out of the Kingdom and raised in the Enemy's Court. Today is the day your safe return has been bargained in return for whatever the Enemy Ruler wants

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hey i love your writing! can you do a continuation of that one thing you did where hero is villains birthday present? 

Abso-fruitly dear anon!!

Part 1

Hero lay curled up in the darkness, wallowing in both misery and exhaustion. They'd spent what felt like hours wriggling helplessly against their bonds, but had only succeeded in wearing themself out.

Also, they were starting to cramp.

They stared blankly up at the lid of the box they'd been stuffed into, the baby blue of the interior greyed from lack of light. Their body felt sweaty and uncomfortable, tense from both the awkward position and fear of the unknown. What would Villain do to them?

Admittedly, despite being their nemesis, Hero knew very little about the other. Of course they knew plenty of their schemes, having thwarted them all, but Villain themself? Not a clue.

They could torture Hero, or lock them away in a dark room alone forever. Maybe they'd keep them as a pet, experiment on them, brainwash them, kill them-

Hero shuddered and tried to quiet their mind. Worrying about what-ifs and possibilities would only stress them out more, and the last thing they needed was a panic attack in front of their rival.

They'd just have to wait and see.

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All in all, Villain had been having a pleasant birthday; they'd got a cake from their favourite bakery, some thoughtful presents from their subordinates, and even an adorable little puppy from Other Henchman.

Now, it was Henchman's turn to give them their gift, and Villain couldn't help but feel a brief flicker of childish excitement. They knew Henchman and Other Henchman competed for the best present, and were curious to see what could top the sweet, yapping husky pup currently gnawing at their fingers.

"Now Boss," Henchman began, standing next to a comically large, brightly coloured box, "since it's the big 30, I thought I'd get you something extra special." Villain quirked a brow, but their eyes held amusement rather than impatience.

"By all means Henchman, do show me." They smiled at their underling, and waved the hand not currently being nibbled at to motion the other forward.

"Yes, let's!" Crowed other Henchman, laughing raucously from the sidelines, "we shall see if you've beaten me this year, aye?"

"I do believe I have, dear friend!" Henchman grinned mischievously, and pulled at the ribbon trying the box together. As it unravelled they lifted off the top, allowing the sides to fall to the ground and reveal their gift.

Villain blinked once, then twice, as they stared at the bound form of their rival. Hero was wincing, likely from the sudden light, and lifted their head to glare straight at Villain. They scowled at the other, although Villain had to admit the fierceness of it was somewhat diminished by the garish pink bow covering their mouth.

"Henchman, you sly dog!" Other Henchman gasped, "I hate to say it, but I think you have me beat." Any disappointment they may have felt at losing was quickly overshadowed by excitement - Hero was right there, helpless and completely at Villain's mercy, what a fine gift indeed!

"I'm afraid they certainly do, Other Henchman," Villain murmured, sliding the puppy off their lap to stand up. They strode forward, coming to kneel before Hero. "Well done, Henchman, I'm rather impressed."

"Thank you, Boss!" Henchman beamed, watching their superior dance their fingers over the bow gagging their nemesis. Hero grumbled thickly, but couldn't move away as Villain reached out to fully cup their cheek.

"Now..." Villain whispered, staring Hero dead in the eye, "what exactly shall I do with you?"

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Heyo! Could I request headcannons for the sides being like "I'm proud of you" and the reader kinda just breaking down because they've never been told that? If not, that's fine though! Have an amazing day/night/etc. :)

Babe, I'm a sucker for that shit so I would be delighted

Roman

I'm thinking you came up with an awesome idea and executed it well, and wow Roman's proud of how beautifully you did

He tells you as much, and while he didn't expect the breakdown well...he gets it. He gets so few compliments, he understands how overwhelming it can be when you finally receive them

He'd sweep you into his arms and positively shower you with praise and love, tell you every little thing he adores about you, how you're so smart and spectacular and he's honoured to know you

He make sure in the future to tell you more often how proud he is, and take time to listen to all your ideas and see if he can help

Logan

You just got an exam result back and even though you'd been very stressed, the results were better than expected. Logan offers you his congratulations as well as telling you he's proud - he knows how hard you tried, and even if you hadn't done well he'd still be proud of how much effort you put in

He's very startled when you start sobbing but is quick to assure you that all is well, the stress has passed and now you can relax

You may get a very awkward shoulder pat if you want physical comfort, or he'll go get Patton if you need a proper hug

Now every time he congratulates you on something he makes sure to carry tissues, just in case

Patton

Honestly, you could breathe and he'd tell you he's proud, but the first time he praised you well...you weren't used to it

It was probably the first time you were confident or asked for something without being prompted - the first time you came outta your shell a little, he's so proud of you!!

The second the first tear falls he's scooped you up in a big bear hug and babbling out affirmations and trying to give you cookies, then squirrel you away for a few hours to cuddle and watch movies

After that, he always makes sure to check in on you and make sure you know he's proud

Virgil

He's not really one for praise, but the first time he told you how proud he was happened after you had a panic attack

He talked you through it and afterwards gave you a glass of water and told you he was proud of how well you handled it, and with how emotionally exhausted you were you couldn't help breaking down a little

He started panicking a bit and just...throws his hoodie at you since he's not much of a hugger, and asks if you need him to get something or someone

He'll sit with you until you've calmed down and give you an extremely awkward talk about how they're all proud of you, and makes more of an effort to have the feelings talks with you

Janus

He originally said it mockingly but realised you seemed upset by that, to which he dropped the act to tell you he genuinely is proud of you. He didn't understand why that seemed to upset you more

He starts making to go get Patton, who is obviously more equipped to deal with this, but stops when you ask him to stay with you

He'll let you wear his hat anytime you're sad now, and even though he's still not really sure how to help you he'll try his best

Remus

Remus is very familiar with not getting praise, so takes it seriously when you burst into tears

He'll ramble on for hours about all the amazing things you've done and how cool and special you are, because that's everything he's wanted someone else to do for him

You'll get the weirdest praise from him but oddly it's the most comforting, and if you want a distraction he'll come up with gross funny stories to make you laugh

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It was late in the evening as Villain lay in bed, headphones plugged in and an...adult video playing. They were enjoying some private time before heading off to sleep, their attention focused entirely on the video before them. They we so enraptured in fact, that they didn't hear the distant crashes and thumps further inside the building,heading steadily closer to their bedroom.

Bang!

"Aha Villain, I have found you at last!" Hero came crashing through the door, weapon raised. "I have entered your foul lair, and now we will fi-"

"GAH! GET OUT!" A pillow was thrown, sailing passed Hero's head and smacking into the wall. Villain was sat up now, headphones askew and phone stuffed under their duvet.

Their face was bright red, breaths a little laboured, and as Hero's eyes darted down to the sheets pooling on Villain's lap they noticed with growing horror that their adversary was definitely naked.

"Were....were you...?" They trailed off, looking away in embarrassment. Villain quickly covered themself with a blanket, scowling fiercely at the intruder.

"Get. Out."

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Hero lay unconscious a few feet away from Sidekick, knocked out by a well-timed blast from Villain.

"My what a...compromising position you've found yourself in Sidekick~" An infuriatingly charming voice cooed from behind them, causing Sidekick to crane their head back to look. Villain, Right-hand, and Supervillain all stood behind their immobilised form, looming and ominous and terrifying.

Their torso was trapped under the rubble Right-hand had telekinetically manipulated around them, trapping their upper body and arms but leaving their lower half free to squirm around.

"If you're going to kill me," they trembled out, gritting their teeth to appear more menacing, "then at least give me the courtesy of fighting back." Supervillain tsked, moving forward in slow, measured paces until the warmth of their body radiated against Sidekick's legs.

"Kill you? Dear Sidekick..." a warm, gloved hand smoothed over their upper thigh and came to rest on their ass, "we've found you'd be far more useful to us alive."

The hand on them grabbed the fabric of Sidekick's suit and ripped, startling a gasp out of them as cold air brushed against their naked flesh. Their private parts now lay bare and open to the three antagonists, who now crowded around their incapacitated form.

"And far more fun, of course." Right-hand piped up, fingers ghosting over the exposed skin, "we can't let you go to waste now can we?"

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"You're a child." Villain spat out, horrified as they stared into the wide eyes of their clearly underage rival.

"Wh-no I'm not!" Hero yelped, then winced as the higher pitch gave them away further. They hunched into themselves, subconsciously trying to appear even smaller.

"Where are your parents?!" Villain demanded, storming forward to grab Hero by the shoulders, "do they know you're fu-freaking doing this?!" Angry as they were, Villain tried not to swear - kids didn't need to hear that kind of language, after all.

"..."

Hero averted their watering eyes, trembling as Villain stared them down. They'd never seen the other so furious.

"I don't..." they licked dry lips nervously, "I don't have parents."

Villain's mind went black for a moment, vision filling with the shivering form of the literal child they'd been fighting.

"...you're an Orphan," it wasn't a question, but instead a surprisingly bland statement, "of course you are."

Something in Villain's tone made Hero look up, made them gaze into the unwavering form of their adversary, where they found a glint of determination in the other's eyes.

"Screw it-" they scooped Hero into their arms, ignoring the spluttering and struggling, "you need someone to keep an eye on you, and I've always wanted kids."

"I'm your parent now Hero"

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"Goodness Hero, you really are a tiny little thing aren't you?" Villain spoke from right behind them, raising the hairs on the back of their neck. "I'd always know you were small but...this is really something."

Hero staggered forward, wanting to put distance between the two, and whipped around indignantly.

"How dare- I am average height, thank you very much!" They spluttered, craning their neck back to stare Villain in the eye. "If anything, you're the one of abnormal height you ruddy giant!"

Villain blinked once, twice, before bursting in to hearty laughter, large hands landing on Hero's tense shoulders. Hero squawked in response, batting away the heavy hands and they moved to rustle their hair.

"I'd hardly call 6'3 giant but, well..." Villain loomed over them, boxing them in with just their body, "I suppose to a little thing like yourself I'm quite big."

"I'm. Not. Little." Hero gritted out, face flushing with embarrassment as their hands clenched into fists. Villain's lips twisted, face smug and sardonic, as their eyes crinkled in amusement.

"You're not?" They hummed out, faux innocence not fooling Hero, "then why can I do this?"

Their hands darted forward, grasping under Hero's armpits and hoisting them up. Hero yelped, legs kicking out as they dangled, but Villain held firm.

"Put me down you oaf!" Hero's feet dangled roughly a foot above the ground as Villain held them at eye level.

"Oh my, it's rather like carrying a toddler" Villain ducked as Hero made a swipe at their head, "a fussy toddler."

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"Sidekick works for you, Hero, I already figured that out."

"Wait what? No...Sidekick works for you, they're double-crossing me."

"Actually I'm double-crossing both of you."

"Then who the Hell do you work for?!"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

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"You don't want to fight, do you sweetness?"

Hero paused at the low, sultry voice from behind. They didn't have to turn around to know it was Villain standing there - tall, powerful Villain who oozed strength and grace from every pore of their perfect skin, their Agency-assigned adversary.

"What...do you mean?" They spoke carefully, willing their voice not to tremble, as they slowly turned to face the other.

"Exactly what I said," they purred, footsteps tapping forward until a pillar of warmth radiated behind them, "you can't bring yourself to hurt me."

"What of it." Hero's voice was bland, masking how unsettled they really felt. Because Villain was right - Hero didn't want to fight, they hated it with every fibre of their being. But they had little choice, the Agency had made that perfectly clear.

"I'm offering you a way out sweetness," a gloved hand brushed against their bicep, fingertips dancing against the fabric of their costume, "a way to not fight."

Hero's breath caught in their throat, a flicker of hope stuttering their heartbeat. It sounded too good to be true, but a part of Hero - the part that ached, that yearned to just rest and let everyone else fight - stopped them from running away.

"...how?" The voice was barely a whisper, but Villain was pressed so closely against their back that they managed to catch the trembling words.

"Come with me, be mine, and you'll never fight another day in your life sweetness."

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Yes, a sanders sides x reader nsfw writer!! I only know 2 other ones and they've disappeared sadly :( you write so good though! Do you write fic requests and not just headcanons? If you do, could you write a fic about Roman getting pegged for the first time? Cause that headcanon sounded nice (whoever requested the pegging headcanons, I luv u), and there is no "sides get pegged" content. Alright sorry for rambling, I love your stuff!

Hello!! Sorry this is so late, but here ya go babes

Bottom!Roman x Fem!Top!reader

Roman had been hesitant when you first suggested it, stuttering and flushed and unable to meet your eyes. It was adorable.

"That doesn't seem very...becoming of a Prince y/n," he chuckled out nervously, eyes darting around the room, "aren't I supposed to be the leader?"

You hummed in understanding, reaching out to caress his face. He melted into the soothing touch, almost purring as you moved up to scratch through thick, luxurious hair. You almost cooed at his blissed-out expression, but it wouldn't do to embarrass him even further.

"Princes aren't always in charge Roman," you reprimanded sweetly, "what if there's an invading Kingdom? What if they get conquered?"

Your fingers suddenly grasped the silky locks and pulled, Roman's head snapping back as he gasped. He was so pretty when he was surprised, eyes wide and questioning as he warred between confusion and arousal. Your lips descended onto his, swallowing a moan as you tugged firmly on his hair, as you gently but firmly pushed him back onto the bed. He whined into your mouth, hands fumbling to your waist.

"Submit to me, little Prince." Your free hand reached out to grab the strap-on sitting on the nightstand, watching as Roman gulped nervously. Eyes softening you leant down to peck him on the lips, smoothing a hand over his head.

"We don't have to Ro, not if you don't want to." You kept still, face neutral as you waited for a response. He blinked once, twice, then breathed slowly, meeting your gaze as confidently as he could.

"No, I..." he smiled, a little awkward but nonetheless comforting, "I want to try this y/n." A fond smile tugged at your lips, quickly turning devious as your fingers brushed over his plush lips. His eyes darkened in response, tongue darting out to meet your fingertips, and the hands still at your waist tugged insistently. You pulled back suddenly, grinding down on his crotch hard.

"Not so fast Your Highness," you hissed, feeling his hips stutter against your ass, "I'm in charge right now," He took a shaky breath, pupils dilated.

"Th-then take charge" he stammered out, hands leaving your waist to drop either side of his head. You couldn't help the smirk curling your lips at the pretty picture he created and made swift work of unbuttoning his trousers, stuffing a hand into his underwear. He gasped as you took him in hand, thumbing over his slit and tugging his cock out into the open. With your other hand, you grabbed the lube, uncapping it and drizzling it onto his dick. He grunted as you squeezed the base of his cock, precum already beading at the tip, allowing the lube to run down.

Tugging his trousers and pants down, now leaving them at his knees, your hand wandered. Roman whined, high and desperate, as you prodded his entrance, circling the puckered flesh before pressing in. His hips jolted up subconsciously as he squirmed, and you brought your clean hand up to press him back down.

"Easy little Prince," you teased, curling your finger inside him, "we've only just started." He whimpered in response, yelping as you stuffed another two fingers in.

Grinding against your hand, his own clutching at the bedsheets, Roman came embarrassingly quick, thrusting as best he could against your firm grip and coating his still-clothed torso. His eyes rolled back, head digging into the bed, and you couldn't help leaning forward to lick a stripe up his exposed throat. He moaned as your fingers pushed in deeper, shaking and huffing from exertion.

His cock sputtered valiantly as you twisted and curled your fingers, but eventually settled, bobbing against his abdomen. You gave him a moment of respite, pulling your fingers out and listening to his heavy breaths slow to something more natural.

As he composed himself you set about preparing for the...main event. Tugging down your underwear you efficiently adjusted the strap-on until it sat comfortably, your clit throbbing against the silicone, and picked the lube back up. You heard Roman sigh in content as he lay there, blissfully unaware whilst you squirted more lube into your hand to rub onto the strap-on.

Roman tilted his head, eyes drifting to meet your heated gaze as you pressed the tip of the strap-on to his still loose entrance.

"Please..." his voice was just a whisper, cracking and shaky, but you heard him loud and clear.

You pressed in slowly, hearing the whine build in Roman's throat the further you pushed. His hips twitched, he was holding himself back - you decided to take pity on him, and both your hands planted firmly on his hip bones. Heated flesh met as your own hips settled against his ass, holding still to allow him to adjust.

He gulped in a stuttering breath, hands white-knuckling the already wrinkled bedsheets, and stared up at you with teary, lustful eyes. His cock seemed to have recovered and was eagerly twitching with interest, prompting you to remove one of your hands to toy with it.

"Y/n," Roman huffed out, "stop teasing and f-fuck me." His words wavered, showing his nerves, but the spark in his dilated pupils was undeniable - Roman wanted this.

"As you command, Your Highness~"

His thick thighs felt warm in your hands as you pushed them up, spreading Roman wide open. You snapped your hips, listening to your Prince's wails and moans as you sunk into his tight heat. Over and over you thrust, eyes rolling back as your clit was stimulated, feeling the body beneath you trembling.

"Y/n, Y/n please," Roman gasped, pleasure turning his brain and subsequent wherewithal to mush, "please!"

He could do little more than beg. You groaned in response, almost feeling his walls clenching around the soft plastic as you nailed his prostate. Dropping his legs onto your shoulders you grabbed his hips, snapping your own forward with such force Roman slid back a little. He whined breathlessly as his tummy bulged, the strap-on pressing up inside him. Your Prince pawed at your forearms, scrabbling for purchase as you railed him.

You thrust harder, blood rushing to your clit as it rubbed the silicone, and felt the muscles Roman's sides spasm once, then twice, then as you took a breath you heard him. A long, high-pitched moan reverberated in his heaving chest as his cock spurted out thick ropes of cum, thighs trembling either side of your head.

"Good boy..." You murmured, stroking his hips as he came down from his high. He gulped down heaving breaths, body shuddering in pleasure as his hole twitched furtively around the strap-on, a little teary-eyed as he stared up at you.

"I want-I want you to finish too," he choked out, reaching down to tug at your hips where they still met his own. "Keep going, Y/n." You paused for a moment, allowing him to calm further, and brushed a few strands of hair from his noble face.

"You sure Roman?" You double-checked, thumbing over his red-bitten lips. He nodded, a little jerkily, in response and lay back down. You carefully slid his legs off your shoulders, letting them rest on either side of you, and laced your fingers with his. Pressing his hands onto the mattress, you rolled your hips smoothly, almost cooing at the blessed friction. He whined back, tightening his grip on your hands.

You pushed in further; the hard, unforgiving thrusts from before were unneeded now, which allowed your Prince to breath through the movements. Grinding against his hips, you felt the pressure building in your lower half. You were so close, the warmth spreading in your crotch was teasing as you worked yourself to the edge. Your hips moved in shallow thrusts, chasing your release as you used Roman's body for your pleasure.

Finally, you reached your peak. Your orgasm hit in a wave, washing over you as you slumped over Roman's pliant body. It ebbed and flowed as you ground your hips into him, hands white-knuckle gripping his as he clung back. You shook, shuddered, and flopped atop Roman, huffing into his neck as you tried to catch your breath.

"You know..." Roman's voice was quiet and a little shaky as he spoke up, "I was sceptical at first about this, well," he coughed, "level of intimacy-" you snorted, feeling his indignant hum more than hearing it. You lifted your head, meeting his gaze head-on.

He was flushed, obviously a little embarrassed, but didn't shy away from your eyes.

"But I think," he continued, lips quirking into a half-smile, "that I wouldn't be opposed to doing this again, would you?"

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Sidekick groaned pitifully as Villain scooped them up from the ground, their bruises protesting at the sudden movement.

"Okay, wow, Hero really doesn't take care of you huh?" The Hero in question made an indignant sound, but made no move to close the gap between themself and their now captive Sidekick.

"I'm 'sposed to take care of myself." Sidekick slurred out, squirming to at least feel like they'd put up a fight. Villain scoffed, holding them a little firmer, before gesturing to their Henchmen.

"Deal with Hero," they said dismissively, "if they can't look after their Sidekick properly, then looks like I'll have to do it myself."

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Hey you haven't posted anything in a while, you okay?

Thank you for the concern Anon, I'm okay!! I just started a new job and it's kicking my ass a bit, so I haven't posted at all

Hopefully I'll be posting soon tho so stay tuned <3

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hi can you continue https://wellthatsjustpeachyhuh.tumblr.com/post/635609384768225280/oh-hello-precious-cmere-the-civilian-yelped ?

preferably mxm

Hey anon! That prompt was already continued here, and was mxm :)