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no no. You’re right about all of this actually

Ass tier list

(Didn't wanna talk about Farya's body bc I'm not a hijabi... I don't wanna be disrespectful.)

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COMMS OPEN (YES OPENING IT ONE DAY EARLY I CAN'T WAIT) SELF SHIPPERS COME TO ME (Plus presenting Censorship Cam)

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Yipppeee thanks for the tag!!

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Thank you for the tag 🥹

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Valeria Garza - COD MW2

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i was tagged by @rhymingreasons to post 9 of my favorite characters! (SORRY this is so late it's been sitting in my drafts and i forgot.)

Nate River - Death Note Nabnaleena - Garten of Banban Painter - Pressure (Roblox) Red Son - Lego Monkie Kid Professor Venomous - OK K.O. Let's Be Heroes! Greenhouse - Halley Labs Buzzo - LISA: The Painful Pink - Everhood Princess Luna - My Little Pony

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@wildernezz @yuri-anthology @luzon-dove @nekotachiriba @catboymettaton + anyone else who wants to do this!

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I have been satiated this is so delicious omg

Force fed

OC!Angel x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Dinner had been so good, and he thinks he couldn’t possibly eat any more after finishing your stew. Little does Angel know what else you have in store for him. He’s soon to find out.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: THIS IS FETISH MATERIAL!! Stuffing, belly kink, feederism, feedee!Angel, feeder!reader, bloating, burping, gross stomach sounds, explicit description, belly grinding/riding, light water sports at the end

A/N: nobody touch me or look at me ( @stinkyboyfaliure ‘s art below the cut before the story)

Masterlist

Angel had eaten four bowls of the chicken vegetable soup you had been working on all day, groaning with delight as he slurped up the rest of the broth. You smiled as you took the bowl from him, refilling it and handing it back.

He eyed you suspiciously as you worked on your first bowl still. “You trying to fatten me up?” He asked incredulously, pretending that thought didn’t send a spike of arousal right through his core.

You shrugged, chewing slowly before swallowing. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

His cheeks flushed, and he nearly choked on the broth going down his throat. Then he smelled the sweet aroma of chocolate cake, and his eyes flitted to the oven he didn’t realize had been turned on as well.

”If you’re okay with that, big boy,” you teased lightly, already seeing the way his throat bobbed and his cheeks flushed.

He can’t help the small whine that falls from his lips, his tail thumping against the couch in delight and arousal.

Which is how he wound up pants less in front of you as you slowly cut up pieces of the cake you baked, an almost gleeful and sinister glint in your eyes as you started feeding it to him.

It was smooth sailing for awhile, despite his already somewhat full stomach, but that didn’t last long with how dense the dessert was.

“God, you’re so fucking greedy aren’t you? Look at you…” You murmured, not unkindly—-more so in awe, a little breathless as you looked down on Angel. Arousal was hot in your stomach as you watched him greedily swallow another bite of the cake, his bloated stomach gurgling in protest.

He was wrecked. His cheeks were flushed a deep red, lips sticky with frosting and spit. The cake was nearly gone, and he was still opening his mouth for more, even as his stomach let out a deep, rumbling protest. His white undershirt clung to his chest, sweat collecting under each pec and the crease of his belly as it rode up, h showing the rise and fall of his heavy, labored breaths.

You brushed a crumb from the corner of his mouth and smiled, cupping his cheek. “Look at you, baby… you’re so full, aren’t you?” Your gentle thumb stroked under his eye over the permanent dark circle there. “But you’re still trying for me. That’s my good boy.”

He let out a breathy moan as you brought another forkful of cake to his mouth, and he took it without question, lips closing around it with a desperate, needy sound. His body trembled under your touch, belly twitching when you pressed your palm lightly into the tight, distended curve of it. It was so round now, skin stretched and flushed and so, so sensitive.

“Still hungry?” You whispered, voice dripping with honey. “Or just being brave for me?”

A wet burp bubbled out of him before he could answer, and you smiled, leaning in to kiss his sweaty temple. “That’s okay, you don’t have to talk sweet thing, just let me take care of you.”

You straddled his leg, thighs spread wide just from the thickness of it. Your free hand rested on his belly and pushed down into it until he whined, cheeks flushed and sweaty. His poor tummy rumbled beneath your hand and a belch flew from his mouth.

You mock pouted at him. “Poor thing. Sounds like you’re still hungry, hm?” You purred a bit sadistically.

Angel whined, his head tipping back as his stomach cramped from just the thought. But you had prepared such a delicious feast for him, and he didn’t want it to go to waste. Besides, he was still drooling just from the smell of the food you prepared. From dinner to dessert, the poor boy was completely stuffed and yet still eager to please you. And you were pleased watching him stuff himself silly and blow up like a balloon while making a mess of himself.

You shifted where you straddled his thigh, legs spread wide to accommodate the girth of it. He was big when you met him, but lately… he had been growing under your care and it made your heart race. Your slick soaked through your underwear as you ground down against him, just enough for him to feel it. The noise he made at the contact was soft, overwhelmed.

“You’re doing so good,” you praised, voice low and warm. “Eating every bite I give you, even when you’re stuffed to bursting. That tummy’s working so hard, isn’t it?” You ran your palm in slow, soothing circles over his engorged flesh, feeling it gurgle and churn under your touch. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” Your core pounded at the sight in front of you.

He moaned again, tipping his head back, lips parted and golden eyes glossy with effort and bliss.

“But I know you’ve got room for just a little more, right baby?” You whispered.

He nodded slowly, eyes fluttering shut, another groan falling from his lips as his hips shifted beneath you.

“You’re so easy to spoil,” you moaned, grinding your hips against his fat thigh. “I love watching you enjoy yourself like this. Love seeing how good I can make you feel just from feeding you.”

Your hand slid lower, resting gently on the base of his belly, lifting the heavy curve with both reverence and curiosity. He gasped—the weight, the pressure, the warmth—it was all so much, and yet not enough.

“There’s still dessert left,” you gently reminded him as he belched. You placed the forkful in front of his mouth. “Do you want it?” You smiled coyly.

He looked at you, eyes wide and pleading. His lips parted again—-not even a word, just pure need.

By the time you scraped up the last bite of cake, Angel looked absolutely ruined.

His mouth was slick and open, lips swollen and tacky with sugar. Icing clung to the corner of his mouth and his stubbled chin was glistening with drool. His tongue flicked lazily across his bottom lip, hunting for more—-even now, when he was clearly at his limit.

You let your eyes drift lower, taking in the full, obscene rise of his belly. It jutted up in a tight dome, skin flushed pink and stretched taut. The faintest reddish marks lined the sides from where it had ballooned too fast, and his happy trail of soft dark hair disappeared beneath the curve, just barely visible beneath the seam of his boxers. You could see it twitch slightly with every shift of breath.

Beneath your hand, his stomach groaned, the muscles spasming slightly from the relentless intake. Every few seconds it made a thick gurgling churn—-like something boiling under pressure. Each gurgle was louder than the last, greedy and exhausted all at once.

You rubbed your palm over the surface in soothing circles. “You did so good for me, baby,” you murmured, voice syrupy with affection. “Look at this tummy. You’re gonna make me cry, it’s so full.”

Angel moaned in reply, a low, dazed sound. His face was flushed and damp with sweat, curling where it stuck to his temple. His chest rose and fell in shallow pants like even breathing was too much right now.

You leaned in and kissed above his navel, right below the heaviest swell. His stomach gurgled in protest at the contact, a wet, pained noise rumbling up from deep inside. He let out a whimper.

“Shh,” you cooed. “I know, I know, baby. You’re stuffed, huh? Poor thing.”

He nodded weakly, eyes fluttering half-shut.

You straddled his thigh again, slowly this time, feeling it press up between your legs—thick and warm and perfect. Then, with agonizing care, you lifted yourself just high enough to ease your full weight down onto his bloated belly.

He choked on a moan, body jolting beneath you as a deep, thick belch burst from his lips without warning. His hands clawed at the blankets, back arching from the overstimulation.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck— too much—“

But you didn’t move. You just stroked his sides and hushed him, rocking your hips forward just a little. The pressure made his belly squelch and groan under you, the churn of digestion now loud and angry, but he didn’t tell you to stop. His breath hitched every time you ground against the crest of him, trembling as he took it.

“There you go,” you praised, voice rumbling with a low purr. “Take it baby. You’re doing so good. So full, so round… making me so proud,” you panted from the effort of rocking your hips.

He made a strangled noise, almost a sob, hips twitching up in spite of himself. You know he had soaked through his boxers. You could practically smell it on him.

You leaned back a little, adjusting your angle, letting your soaked underwear drag across the heat of him. The sweat on his belly made the drag sticky and perfect. The ridges of stretch, the sloshing liquid stew inside from dinner, the sharp angle of where his skin pulled—it was all so much.

He whimpered again as you bore down harder, rocking your hips with more need, one hand slipping beneath your waistband as your thighs trembled. His belly shifted with each movement, bloated and overloaded, his skin going from flushed to red where you pressed against it.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” You whispered breathlessly. “You love being used like this, don’t you? Love being my sweet, greedy boy—so full you can’t move, just take it.”

He let out another helpless, satisfied belch, and you moaned, hand working faster. His belly gave another deep groan, something sloshing loudly under your weight, and the pressure made your climax hit like lightning.

You cried out as you came, hips stuttering against him, hands gripping his thick shoulders for dear life as your head dropped back.

Angel trembled under you, glassy-eyed and twitching, his stomach squelching weakly as it tried to recover from the abuse. You could hear the occasional bubble of air as his digestion tried to catch up, manifesting in the form of little hiccups that shook Angel’s chest and stomach.

He was wrecked. Teary eyed and glowing.

“Still hungry,” he slurred, barely audible as his eyes fluttered shut.

You laughed softly as you slid back to his thigh, pressing kisses to his stretch marks. “You’re out of your mind, sweetheart.” His boxers were completely soaked through from reaching his own release through your abuse. Through the smell of sex came the acidic tang of urine, and Angel’s cheeks flushed as he saw you examining his ruined state.

He looked away from you shyly. “I couldn’t hold it,” he admitted quietly.

You sucked in a breath, pretending that statement didn’t arouse you as much as it did. “Don’t worry about it, baby.”

And god, he looked so happy you could go for round two. He deserved to be fucked completely dumb, after all.

A/N: somebody sedate me

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I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH IM GONNA CHERISH THIS FOREVER

See I can draw but in way too self conscious abt my art, so I had to pull out my picrew.

The red is supposed to be red highlights btw! Hear me out, Amir. Soon as he came on screen, I did too. Folded at his compliments, no explanation needed. Thank you so much for feeding us! Your art and fics are yummy!

I'm sure your art is beautiful!!!! Thank you for your support... here's the drawing!

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NOOOO MY BABIESSS

Angelic Electric (a snippet of an upcoming fic)

Eddie and Volt x GN!reader x Angel

Eddie was stuck in his head, his hands wiping down one of the bars many dirty glasses from the night. Worn out, everything aches, pulsates, begs him to rest yet he stays awake.

Footsteps, Volt was still ushering guests out and their Livewire was probably helping him do so, so why?

“Eddie?”

That voice, gods that voice, how long has it been since he’d heard that soft loving tone, the one he spent years longing for, the voice that swam around his head ingesting into his heart, the voice from Angel… wait Angel?

He snapped his head around and there stood the man he once knew all those years ago. The man he spent sleepless nights yearning for and curled into his sheets wishing he had his plump skin to melt into, the warmth seeping through the man’s skin and burning into his own, heating him up like a furnace.

Angel, it was him; he was taller that much was clear, plumper too in all the places that made Eddie’s groin throb. Gods how long had it been since he’d seen him, it was plenty more than a few years that was all he knew. The sight of him- Angel made him drop the glass into a shattering sea of tears on the floor.

Eddie felt his eyes grow hot and moist.

“Angel” he looked at the taller man who winced for a moment tears pricking the corners of his eyes before carefully strutting over as if approaching a scared animal.

“Eddie- I- oh gods, I missed you so much” he bit his quivering lip as he walked over. Angel attempted to reach an arm out before hastily pulling it back to his side, the tears in his eyes now fully steaming down his hot wet cheeks. He reached out a second time with a soft question in a tone that seemed as if he would shatter at any given moment.

“Can I- can I hold you?” He swallowed harshly and Eddie looked up at him with a look, longing, love, yearning, gods that face he made made Angel weak in the knees.

“Please” Eddie whispered in an almost whimpering, broken tone, like if they didn’t he would die. Angels eyes softened at his tone, making his way over to the shorter man he wrapped his large plush arms around him, enveloping him in a warm plush embrace.

“I you Eddie- gods you have no idea how much I-“ he sobbed squeezing Eddie closer like he might lose him at any given moment.

“I love you too Angel- I- I couldn’t- without you- I couldn’t-“ Eddie stuttered cutting him off. “I need you Angel- I can’t- I can’t live without you” he hiccuped, Angel pressed him further into his large body holding him tightly.

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GO AMIR GO!!!

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STOPP ITTTTT WHYYYYYY OMGGG

//Tw: Death

The day that you died.

The day that you died was a sunny one. 

I had just woken up. And I decided to let you sleep. We were supposed to go on a walk, like we usually did. So I started to make breakfast.

I wish I had stayed in bed with you.

When I went to come wake you up, I noticed you weren't breathing. 

And I just looked at you. And then I kissed you on the cheek. My hands cradled your face, as I kissed you once again. I knew it would be the last time, I wouldn't get to do it again. So I took in your scent.

You were still warm by now. I am not sure what I felt. I think I didn't feel anything yet. Or maybe I felt enough that I just simply couldn't react to all the thoughts in my brain.

I dialed emergency services. I told them you were dead. They asked me if I was sure, and I told them that you didn't have a pulse. 

And then I just layed next to you. Your face was relaxed. A part of me thought you looked oddly beautiful. It was a nice day to die. 

I should've stayed in bed with you. 

But if I had, I think my reaction wouldn't have been this calm.

Still unsure if I was calm.

You had told me that when you died, you didn't want a funeral. "People moping over my death sounds stupid."

So instead they just buried you. I wasn't the only one there. Many of the others didn't dare come. Maybe they didn't want it to be true. Others (which I can't remember their faces) told me their condolences.

I said thank you. They looked at me with pity. Fucking assholes. I didn't even bother to say goodbye when they eventually left. I just kept looking at your grave, freshly dug dirt above. 

I stayed like that for a while. Until it was night, and my body felt absolutely frozen.

Then, I went home. To our home. It was just like we left it. And the bed was undone. I remember when they carried you. 

And then I layed down. I felt hungry, but I didn't want to eat. I just... went to the spot you usually slept with, resting my head on your pillow. I breathed in the faint smell of your hair on it.

And then I cried. My lungs hurt, my whole body did. I couldn't breathe, what would be the point of doing that without you around? I choked on my tears, gasping really hard. I knew there was no point. You weren't there to listen. You weren't there to hold me and tell me that it was gonna be okay. You weren't there to tell me that you loved me. 

I passed out. And then I woke up on a bed wet with my tears and spit.

My legs moved on their own. I closed the house with a key and just began to walk. 

I wasn't sure where I was walking. I don't think I was walking to anywhere in particular. But I was. 

There were cars passing by, it was still night. It wasn't the best idea to be outside barefoot, but the pain was welcome. Just to distract myself from what I felt. From what I couldn't feel anymore.

Then I began to run. First slowly, then faster, until my legs hurt so much I couldn't stand anymore. They gave out on me, as I fell to the ground with a thud.

I was bleeding. Seems like I scratched my legs.

I'm not sure where I was. 

But you weren't there.

So it didn't matter.

The day that you died, I truly felt what being alone was.

The day that you died.

The day that you died...

I miss you. 

This is stupid.

You won't be able to read it.

I'm not sure why I'm doing this.

I still pay for your phone number just so I can keep your line up and I can read the messages over and over again.

You were very handsome. I was stupid.

Even when I saw you dead I thought you were the most perfect person in the world.

You made me so mad sometimes. Fuck. I seriously wanted to strangle you.

What I'd give for you to make me mad again.

I would do anything.

Even if you made me cry it would be okay.

Most of your clothes have lost your scent now. I don't like that.

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you

I'll stop writing

Bye

I love you Bug

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Love when they go all pathetic 🫶🫶

mmnnn Cam begging for you to be inside him -like per usual- but the only thing you’re in the mood for is to be tugging on Cam’s dick and making him cum so many times that he’s left only able to shoot blanks (i need to give him multiple orgasms like my life depends on it bro)

Rubs my hands nefariously

// AMAB Reader - AMAB Cam (Bit of puppy play at the end)

The idea of overstimulating your bratty boyfriend had been on your mind for a very long time, and you had decided that today was going to be the day.

"Hey there, spicy."

"Hi Cam."

He looks at you, with a questioning glint in his eye.

"You... look like you've got something on your mind."

Breaching the gap between you both, your lips barely touch his, and he can feel your breath in his face.

"You're the only thing on my mind always."

He smirks, although his slight blush does not go unnoticed.

"Okay, dork. Where did you learn that? Your grandma's how to date book?"

You kiss him softly, and he reciprocates. He thinks you're being strangely romantic... but he would be lying if he said it didn't make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

But of course, most kisses with Cam don't stay innocent. Your tongues begin to play with each other, saliva mixing together, as your hands quickly wander through his body, resting just above his lower back.

Cam breaks the kiss, gasping for air. He looks at you, now fully flushed, with a slight smile.

"Hah....of course.... you wouldn't be able to just kiss me softly.... I'm too tempting."

A firm squeeze of his ass makes him twitch, a small sound leaving his mouth.

"You are VERY tempting."

...

He can't remember how many times he has cummed now.

His whole body twitches, legs opening and closing involuntarily as he tries to ignore the pain and pleasure.

"ah please please please bug please---"

You don't stop however, and you did count. This is his fourth time.

Cum coats your hand and his body beautifully, the slick noises it makes as you run your hand up and down his semi hard shaft are really music to your ears.

He thrusts into your hand, without meaning to, and immediately winces.

"Oww it hurts sir it h-hurts--"

He has been begging you to fuck him for a while, but quickly noticed you're not in the mood for that. Still, he keeps on trying, lifting his body up with his heels, showing his hole. It doesn't work as he'd like however, his legs shaking so much he has to go back down again, whining in the process.

His voice is high pitched and lazy, trembling in a sort of sob.

"why why what did I do----aahhh--nghhh why won't you --- ah! Fuck me --- I want you please please please sir please"

You laugh, and he can't help but to cry in shame. His legs spasm wildly again, he covers his face with his hands as he feels another orgasm coming. His toes are clenched, and mouth open gasping and panting wildly.

"AHHH PLEASE PLEASE SIR IT HURTS!!!"

"So you don't want to come?"

"N-NO NO NO PLEASE LET ME CUM SIR LET ME CUM---"

Of course you're gonna let him, that's the whole point. Although you're surprised that this time, his poor abused cock just leaks slightly, no semen coming out. He rides his high painfully, alongside a choir of whines and whimpers, and a bunch of words which you understand as "I love you I love you it hurts"

"Awww... is your cock too tired?"

He nods violently. A couple of strangled sobs leave his mouth, body still quivering like a leaf.

"I'll give you a rest for tonight... is that what you want?"

The response surprises you. He moves his head side to side, and as he spreads his legs, holding them with his hands, you can tell what he wants.

"Aww, does puppy want to be fucked that much."

"yes yes please master please fuck me I want --- hah --- I want it..."

When your fingers brush up against his needy hole, he moans, holding his legs in a better grasp so you have more access to it, despite his condition.

"Well... you've done so good for me. I'll reward you."

He lets out a soft bark. He's really in subspace.

"You're a good puppy, right?"

"woof!"

"Good boy."

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@girlwithadragonheart @stinkyboyfaliure

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HOLY SHIT GIMME THAT FAT BOY RNNNN

I didn’t peg you for that kinda guy

Angel x GN! Reader x Eddie and Volt

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Volt is forced to watch lmao, Reader and Eddie get pegged, Angel has a strap on

Angel was soft, even during intimacy he remained soft and warm, full of comfort. He praised you and Eddie with soft words of affirmation and love, praising you as if you were the gods themselves, devoting himself to you two as a whole.

His large plastic cock pistoned in and out of your throbbing hole at an almost violent pace yet still retained a soft loving warmth that enveloped you entirely. He massaged and rubbed your nipples with his large thumbs while using his mouth to work on Eddie’s twitching hole.

Eddie let out soft whines and moans that seemed to be music to the large man’s ears.

“A- ah- Livewire- fuck right there- oh god please” Eddie moaned like a bitch in heat rocking his hips against the large male’s face.

Angel remained soft as ever, never once did the thought of pleasuring himself come into play. It appeared that his mind was systematically set to please the both of you. His strong pace and thrusts remained as he pulled away from Eddie and leaned over you, his plump belly sitting firmly on your back.

“You’re doing such a good job lovely- Mnh- taking my cock like a good boy” he rubbed soft circles on your back as he pounded into you.

He turned to Eddie and moved a hand to his cock letting the slim male thrust violently into his hand. Eddie gasped and moaned as a bit of drool slipped out of the corner of his lips.

All while Volt was tied to a chair, his arms tied to the back and his legs forced open as he was unable to touch himself at all. Volt was incredibly worked up, his cock an angry red and the tip leaked a puddle of pre onto the chair under him.

“L-live wire pl-please” Volt begged bucking his hips into the air as much as he could with his body bound. Which Angel silenced with a stern glare of disapproval.

You would laugh and you were sure Eddie would join in if the both of you weren’t fucked dumb. Eddie’s used hole gaped wide open from the thorough fucking Angel had given him before moving on to you. Still Eddie stayed bucking his hips up into Angel’s plush large hand.

Volt came untouched, his cum splattering on the floor as Angel looked over with an almost mocking look. Volt looked up at the large man; hot tears streaming down his cheeks and his hit sparking violently, although not from a place of anger.

“Pleasee- ughnn Livewire please I promise I’ll be good” he whined drool slipping off his plump lower lip as he looked hazily up at Angel who smiled softly and shook his head all while his oversized strap pistoned in and out of your abused ass as you writhed and drooled beneath him.

“You broke the rules lovely, remember” He said in a sickly sweet voice while tilting his head to the side in a mocking gesture to which Volt sobbed in response.

You leaned over to kiss Eddie gently, he returned it as soon as your lips met before it turned more heated. Lips met lips, drool leaked down chins and toungues met in a sloppy manner; all while Angel roughly fucked you and filled you with his plastic cock and Eddie thrusted his hips to meat the warm hand engulfing his weaping cock.

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STARTED SOBBING OMG? I CANT YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD IT HURTSSS

Where are you going and why can't I go?

Tw: Growing old, panic attacks.

You age, Cam doesn't. And he's not sure how to cope.

Read on AO3: Link

Or... you can read it here ;)

You're getting old.

At first, Cam didn't even register it. I mean, just a year or two don't really make much difference in someone's appearance.

It's been 20 years now. He would say the happiest 20 years of his life. Sure, you two had your fights, he had cried in frustration many times (although he wouldn't let you know) but he was, considering everything, a fullfiled and happy man.

But it would be a lie to say he hasn't noticed you aging, and him not doing so. He looked the same really, no wrinkles or white hair. His energy was still the same, so his libido. 

He noticed you growing more tired as the years went by, and while he got frustrated, he noticed it really wasn't about sex. Yes it was very enjoyable, he loved it... but it hadn't been about sex for a very long time.

It was about how he couldn't catch up to you. He wasn't going at your rhythm anymore and that frustrated him. He doesn't know how growing old feels, but something deep inside wishes he could be doing it with you at his side.

It felt like... running a marathon, trying hard to stay by your side, and seeing you go slower each minute. And he couldn't stop, even if he wanted to, his legs just wouldn't stop. And he sees you get further and further away from him, and there's nothing he can do but to keep running, trying to get to the end line. He's not sure where the end line is, or if it even exists... but his legs don't stop. So he keeps running.

He's massaging your back, you had begun to suffer from them for a couple of years now, he always told you to fix your shrimp posture but you didn't listen... and now you're here. You think that you could probably be in a worse place, in pain, with no handsome man putting his hands on you.

The bed was comfortable, your head resting on the pillows. You're old now, so you're allowed to complain. So you do.

"Fuck I'm so old dude."

"... Yeah, you're the oldest man in the whole world."

"True, every time I move I can feel my bones breaking into dust... this is my life."

"That's right."

You both fall into a comfortable silence, as he keeps moving his hands on your back.

"... You know that I love you, right?"

You're immediately concerned. He usually said that if he was feeling extremely happy or sad. And because of the conversation you were having you're lead to believe it's the second option.

He is faster than you, damn youth genes, when you're about to get him off your back and look at him in the eyes, he rolls around and shoves his head into a pillow, so you're not able to see him.

Your hands find the sides of his ribs and you shake him softly side to side. You see his hair move, but he makes no effort to pay you attention.

"You alright?"

"Yup."

"Look at me then."

"No."

"Why?"

"...Because I don't want to."

Bullshit. There's nothing else in the world he'd rather do than look you in the eyes, and kiss every inch of your face. But he knows that if he looks at you his eyes will water, and his voice may break. So he'd rather not do it.

You kiss the nape of his neck and he shudders, his eyes do indeed water and he has to bite his lip to hold out a small sob.

"I love you too Cam."

The days pass, and that little moment gets forgotten. More than forgotten, you both decide to let it pass, not to make the other uncomfortable.

You're brushing your hair when you notice something. Oh, grey hairs. That's new. 

"What you doing bug-"

"Look, grey hairs, isn't that crazy?"

You wait for a reply while fidling with the white hairs that doesn't come, so you look on the mirror to find Cam with the most pensive expression you've ever seen him have.

You know what he's thinking about, something that he really doesn't like. 

"Do you think I should dye it?"

This seems to shake him out of his shock.

"Ah. No, no. Keep it like that. I... think it suits you."

You smile at him through the mirror, and he reciprocates, a weak smile, but a loving one.

"Alright. Guess I'll become a silver fox."

...

Cam is struggling to keep it together. He has always considered himself a man who goes with the flow, and can adapt to anything no matter the circumstances.

But fuck, everything is reminding him of how fast time goes. 

Everytime he sees you, he analyzes your face. He just looks at you, trying to remember every single detail. Because he knows, that even if it takes a couple more years it will happen.

You will die.

And someday he will forget your voice.

And he will forget your face.

And

He will

Forget the way you smell

And

The

Way you touch him----

Fuck, he's curled up in a ball in the bathroom floor, trying really hard not to start crying like he's already lost you. He feels pathetic. He's exaggerating. You're here. You're here. You're not dead you're not dying yet you're here. You're here. Fuck. Shit. No he doesn't wanna cry he doesn't want to fucking cry please stop---

But he does cry, and he cries harder than he has ever cried before. His whole body shakes with each sob, and he feels himself getting lightheaded. He's hyperventilating. He tries to breathe but everytime he does it hurts so much. 

You hear him.

"Cam? Are you alright?"

Fuck. He has to stop crying right now, but he can't. He tries really hard but he just gets himself more worked up, letting out a pained noise.

You open the door with an aggressive shove, and when you see Cam in that state you stop in your tracks. Slowly, you begin to approach him.

"F-fuck off! L-leave me alone!"

When he sees your slight pained expression, he panics, if he could do that possibly even more.

"No n-no shit--- please don't go-- fuck!"

You get close enough, kneeling, to rub his back as he tugs on his hair strong enough to hurt. His sobs keep on making his whole body move, and slowly his hands grab at your waist, resting his head on your thigh. Your pants quickly stain with tears, but you don't care.

"What's wrong Cam? Please talk to me."

He tries, even though just uttering what's bothering him really makes his chest hurt even more.

"I'm ---- I'm afraid---"

"Of what?"

"I can't -- I can't do anything-"

You hold him close to you. He burries his face on the crook of your neck, one of your hands finds his hair while the other gently rubs circles on his back.

Slowly, he begins to calm down. His sobs become faint, until you can only hear slight sniffling. His grip on you is more gentle now, but you can tell he really doesn't have the strenght to look you in the eye. He may begin to cry again, and that would be even more embarassing. 

You understand he struggles to voice his emotions, he's more of a show with actions guys than a word one. He's gotten better over the years, which he has proved to you when it mattered.

"Fuck... my body hurts."

...

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"For... making a scandal. It's funny-- you should be the one more affected by this."

"With what?"

"Death."

You had realized it was about that a long time ago. But you're also very aware not to push Cam to do things he's uncomfortable with. 

"I... am affected. It's a scary thought. I mean, I still have more years to live-"

"Not really a given."

"True. But that's with anything. I mean... you could die before me."

"I wouldn't die the same way you would."

"..."

"I still would... suffer not being able to feel you like this."

Cam chuckles. Although he doesn't find it funny.

"I... I wish I could grow old with you."

"You'd be a very handsome old man."

"Damn right."

...

Months have passed since that interaction. Of course, Cam thinks about it almost every day... and you think about it frequently too. You don't like how much it affects him, but you know that if the situation was flipped you'd be in the same spot, or even worse.

He's way more affectionate than he used to be. You're both in a relatively good spot with money, so he's decided he can afford to not work. At least for now. He still visits the dumpsite however, as it brings him a feeling of comfort.

You're eating breakfast, when he comes and stands in front of you, strangely quiet.

"...?"

"Wanna get married?"

You spit everything in your mouth, his eyes widen and he pouts, crossing his arms and beginning to leave the room, annoyed and embarrassed.

"Okay shit sorry I asked--"

You have to chase him down, holding him. He curses your strength deep inside. 

"Let me go!"

"I didn't say no."

He struggles a bit more, but then falls limp. His eyebrows furrow, face red, still sporting his pout. 

"Then why did you react like that?"

You chuckle, kissing the nape of his neck, making him shudder.

"You never seemed interested in marriage..."

"Well maybe I changed my mind, okay?"

You're both on the floor now, as he sits on the middle between your legs. You keep on kissing him, and he slowly melts. Fuck. You're so unfair. He wants to be mad at you so bad but he can't. Especially when you begin to kiss his face... just to steal a small, gentle kiss on his lips.

"I will."

He grabs your face, placing a deep kiss, which leaves you both breathless.

"Damn right you will."

....

You don't really have a wedding ceremony per say. Cam isn't one for displays of luxury, and you're kinda glad for that. You're also glad that Cam has been a legal citizen for a while now, thanks to the help of the corporation which gave you the glasses and the one that you still currently work on.

It's quick, simple, you just had to get the paperwork done, sign a couple of things... and then you were married. You held each other's hands when it was proclaimed. Although there wasn't much emotion until you got to the car, and he basically climbes you.

He kisses your face, nose, mouth, everywhere he can find and he looks at you with a smug face, which you know is filled with affection.

"We're married."

"Yeah."

He kisses you again, and again, and again, your hands wander through his back, you hold his face to deepen the kiss.

"Fuck-- we're married."

You grope his ass tightly, and he groans, but he pinches your hand.

"Save that for the honeymoon, horndog."

"Not sure if I can wait that long..."

"...Me neither."

You're extremely glad that your glass windows are tinted... but also your car is not soundproof. 

After a lot of touching and grinding, you shove Cam into the passenger's seat, he crosses his arms, sticking his tongue at you.

"Is... this how you treat your husband?"

Husband. That sounds REALLY nice.

"Save it for the honeymoon."

He groans, closing his eyes shut.

"Shit. I shouldn't have said that."

[anxiousandcaffinated]

OMG IT'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE (it's the D20)

ooo you should do Chance! His entire outfit seems so interesting to draw, especially with how the date everything characters are known for having those small details.

Chance but I gave him flame glasses for funsies!

I physically cannot stop myself from detailing and rendering what were supposed to be “sketches” </3

[anxiousandcaffinated]

@stinkyboyfaliure, @girlwithadragonheart

PLEASE TELL ME YOU BOTH HAVE SEEN THIS AHHHHHHH THE ART IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS

secret deleted eddievolt scene from date everything not clickbait???

early access + nsfw on patreon

[anxiousandcaffinated]

YOU'RE ACTUALLY JOKING WHAT

So I decided to try and transcribe this music that you get from friar errol....

It's "never gonna give you up"

Here's the first three measures, I stopped after I realized what it was.

[anxiousandcaffinated]

If volt gets mad at you he flash bangs you with his hair