#squishy and softie

[squishyfruitloop]

When you miss that person you love so much that there aren't any tears to make it better. I need you here or I need to be there, @spaghetti-hoop

I need to be where you are and 6 weeks 6 days is too damn long.

[spaghetti-hoop]

Every day apart is a day closer to being together. Every day apart is a day closer to being together. Every day apart is a day closer to being together.

[spaghetti-hoop]

We ain't just partners in crime, we're attorneys at law @squishyfruitloop

You deserve someone who wants to give you a fucking text back, ya know? Someone who wants you, only you, and makes you feel wanted. Someone who can’t help but message you first thing in the morning when the sun is coming through the curtain, and they’re barely waking. Someone who wants to spend their drunken Friday nights with you, but also their lazy Sundays. Someone who holds their one-person umbrella right above you when it’s pouring down, so that you’re sheltered, even if it means they get soaked through. You deserve someone who thinks of you, often. Someone who calls you on the phone at the end of a long day, because they want to hear the sound of your voice before they drift off to sleep. Someone who makes plans with you on a Tuesday evening, because the weekend is just too far away, and who cares if we have to go to work the next day. Someone who says definitely, not maybe, and follows through. You deserve to hear a song on the radio that makes you melt on the inside at the thought of this someone. Someone who could watch you sleeping for hours at a time, and be perfectly content in the grace and stillness of that moment. Someone who steals a kiss when you’re mid-sentence and least expecting to find their lips. Someone who will happily pig out on pizza with you in bed, and not judge the sweatpants & top knot look you’re sporting. Someone who is just that into you. You deserve someone who challenges the both of you constantly; someone who makes you strive to be better each day, because they’re trying to be better too. Someone you can count on to stick around when the shit hits the fan, which it will. Someone who chooses to lift you up, always. You deserve magic, and fireworks…You deserve someone who will always be careful with your heart, because they know just how fragile it already was before they held it. Someone who’s heart aches whenever yours does. Someone who wakes up next to you each day feeling like they’ve hit the jackpot, over and over again, and thinking what on earth did they do in their past life to be so damn lucky. You deserve someone’s complete attention. Someone who looks at you, and I mean really sees you, and all of the beauty you hold. You deserve to be someone’s first choice. Someone’s best friend. Someone’s partner in crime. Someone’s everything. You deserve to be loved; and loved extraordinarily well. And to be told that you are loved, every single day

– Thought Catalog

[serotoninsquishies]

Soft, midnight black. I suspect this yarn was originally purchased by my mom or sister to make masculine socks. I think it looks better as squid.

[bumble-babbles]

Neuvillette is pretty much becoming my new favorite character. Characters who struggle to be vulnerable but are actually tender and kind hold a special place in my heart.

Also tall gentlemen monsters with power imbalances make me SWEAT.

[squishyfruitloop]

This is me. Us.

[monster-mash-m]

In love with the taste of you

Naga!Boyfriend x Afab!Reader

MDNI

Cw:two penises, bondage, licking, possessiveness, porn with barely any plot, creampie, humping, manhandling.

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Sometimes love finds its way in the strangest of places, you found it in a forest, and you couldn’t be more thankful. Your boyfriend, Käärme, was so sweet to his little mate. He was also thankful you stumbled into his little abode, even more thankful that you were so enthusiastic when he asked you to be his mate.

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Now you’re wrapped up in his cool scaly tail as he purrs against you, taking in your warmth. Every now and then then he would collect particles of your scent on his tongue, sliding your scent under his Jacobson's organ on the roof of his mouth. His soft smile only widens as he takes you in, loving your scent… loving being with you. And oh…. You felt his cocks press against your lower abdomen.

He always got a little too excited when cuddling with his one and only mate. He tried to not so subtly grind against you as his forked tongue flicked over your neck. His hips jutting even more, getting more brave not thinking you’d notice. His gasps started to fill the air, you let out a soft chuckle and bring a hand up to his cheek turning his face towards yours. “I can feel you humping me Käär…” you grin. He reads your lips and instantly shakes his head shyly, so cute trying to deny his obvious boners.

He whined as you moved a free hand down to his trembling cocks. Taking one into your hand, slowly beginning to jerk him off. He hissed out a moan and immediately arched into your touch. “A-ah!” He gasped out as his tail slightly tightens around you, making you smile even more knowing he was enjoying himself.

He closes his eyes as you begin to fasten your pace, making him squirm and coil around you more. His cock leaking a little bit of pre. You tapped his face softly to get him to look at you. “Wanna fuck me baby?” He immediately nodded after reading your lips. His tail instantly maneuvering you around so your ass is pointed to his dicks that strained so eagerly, needing to be inside your human pussy badly.

The biggest cock which was the highest one protruding from his slit rubbed against your plush asscheeks before slipping against your wet folds and prodding against your hole. The smaller lower dick fit perfectly against your folds, pressing against your clit, just how you liked it. You let out a shuddering gasp in unison with the needy naga. His heavy cock slowly pushed into your cunt, a lewd squelching noise vibrated in his skull making him more needy as he stretched you out.

As soon as he bottomed out, his hips began to move involuntarily, immediately picking up the pace. His hips becoming sticky with your juices as he set a brutal pace. His breaths came out shallow and he keened and moaned into your ear. Every thrust made his other cock rub against your clit just right. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his coiled tail moved you up and down his pre leaking cock.

It was clear he was already close, and it was clear he intended to cum deep inside your pussy. “Mine-“ he strained out. His clawed hands desperately clawing at your squishy warm hips as his thrusts became irregular. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he let out a final rut. His cum shooting deep into you, his other cock trembled as it shot cum onto your lower abdomen.

He continued thrusting despite being immediately overstimulated, he wanted, no needed to make you cum before he stopped. And not too long after, you felt the knot in your stomach break as you creamed all over his dick. He let out a satisfied hiss as he slowed down. His tongue flicking over your back to taste your scent. “Good mate…” he hummed slowly pulling out.

You breathe heavily as you turn to smile at him “Let out all that pent up frustration baby?” He nodded with a smile and clung to you softly. He was just a big softy, his massive chest did almost suffocate you but that’s okay, he can’t help but be a big tiddied baddy. You gently kissed his chest and played with his hair. This… this was the life.

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I love nagas <3

[kxsagi]

Hi, can i request blue lock boys (especially rin) with pear/triangle body shape girlfriend? i see a lot of hate for this body shape, sometimes i wish i was hourglass or balanced front and back T_T

“𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞)”

a/n: all my readers are so pretty that VOGUE is waiting to make them their front cover model 💋

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, niko ikki, kaiser michael, ness alexis, karasu tabito, shidou ryusei

itoshi rin

at first, he doesn’t really get why you feel insecure. like, it doesn't compute in his mind. you’re beautiful. that’s a fact. there’s no debate to be had. 

“people on the internet are stupid,” he says flatly. “they think having a personality makes you ugly too.” 

he’s the king of quiet obsession. his eyes always drift to your hips and thighs without him realizing it. when he sees you wearing something that hugs your shape, he just… stares. like, long enough for you to go “what?” 

“nothing. you look… perfect.” 

doesn’t really compliment you the typical way, but if he catches you in leggings or a tight skirt? you’re not leaving the house without him following you around like a lost puppy (with a scowl). 

the way he slips his hand into your back pocket or keeps it on your waist when walking beside you is instinct at this point. even if you’re not touching, he’s close. he’s protecting the throne. 

“if i ever hear someone make you feel bad about your body again, i’ll make them wish they were never born.” and you believe him. 

itoshi sae

“i’ve been around a lot of girls. none of them make me look twice like you do.” 

smooth with it, but real. he doesn’t say it to flatter you, he says it because it’s the truth. 

he’s a menace in private. smacks your ass and walks away like it’s a normal greeting. makes sure you feel that he loves your body. 

always encourages you to wear whatever makes you happy, but he’s never subtle when something hugs your curves. 

“that dress is cute. but it’d be a crime to wear it anywhere near other people. just saying.” 

when you voice insecurities, he gets weirdly serious. no teasing, no smugness. he cups your face and goes, “don’t talk about yourself like that. you’re more than enough. i’m proud to have you next to me.” 

makes it known to everyone that you’re his. arm around your hip. lips on your neck. if people weren’t jealous before, they are now. 

isagi yoichi

the sweetest boy with the most intense inner monologue. like he sees you in yoga pants and he’s malfunctioning internally. 

“why is she so pretty. how is this real. should i say something. no, i’ll sound like a perv–” 

but when you’re sad about your body, his voice is calm and sincere. 

“you’re not supposed to look like anyone else. you’re supposed to look like you. and you look amazing.” 

1000% obsessed with your thighs. loves when you sit in his lap. cuddles you with his arms around your waist like he’s trying to fuse souls. 

he gets SO proud when you wear something a little more form-fitting. blushes and beams at you like you just won the world cup. 

“i hope you know i’m gonna be staring at you all day now.” 

encourages you gently, lovingly, and constantly. you’re his goddess. his perfect girl. no notes. 

bachira meguru

he ADORES your shape. like to the point where he draws lil cartoon versions of you with big sparkly hips and a speech bubble saying “bachira’s wifey ♡” 

“you look like a heart! a sexy, beautiful heart!” 

zero shame about simping. he literally bows down to you when you wear anything tight or short. 

loves picking you up and spinning you around. calls you his “softie queen” and “curvy cutie.” 

if anyone makes you feel bad about your body, he gets real serious. eyes dark. voice low. “you don’t talk to my girl like that. ever.” 

cuddles = thighs. if he’s not hugging them, he’s laying on them, kissing them, or tracing shapes into them. 

“you’re squishy and warm and strong. the perfect combo. like a battle mochi.” 

chaos boyfriend but he worships you with every atom in his body. 

nagi seishiro

doesn’t understand societal standards. all he knows is: you = hot. 

“you’re pretty and comfy. that’s all that matters to me.” 

uses your thighs as a pillow. refuses to use anything else. makes an annoyed noise when you get up. “c’mon, lemme live.” 

holds your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder when you’re cooking or standing still. just stands there. vibing. 

compliments you without even meaning to: “that outfit’s doing things to me.” and you’re like ??? 

absolutely has a folder in his phone of you looking hot without even knowing it. 

if someone dares to insult you, he just says “who even are you?” with the most judgmental face. 

doesn’t say it often but when he does, it hits hard: “i love the way you are. don’t change it, ‘kay?” 

mikage reo

hype man x sugar daddy x obsessed bf combo. 

sees you walk out in something tight and goes “oh, you’re trying to kill me. cool, cool (please step on me).”  

takes you shopping and refuses to let you downplay how you look. “that top? with those hips? unfair. we’re buying it.” 

constantly sneaks pics of you when you’re not looking and saves them to a secret “goddess” album on his phone. 

calls you “art.” like not in a cheesy way. in a stunned, reverent kind of way. 

“if you were in a museum, i’d stand there all day.” 

if you ever call yourself “disproportionate,” he’ll pout and go “nah, you’re exactly my type. the perfect kind of unbalanced.” 

niko ikki

shy about how much he loves your body, but you can tell. he lingers when you change. blushes when you stretch. stares a lot. 

super cuddly when he’s in the mood. loves burying his face in your thighs and groaning like “why are you built like heaven…” 

gives you gentle, steady compliments. he’s not flashy, but you’ll hear “you’re beautiful” at least once a day. 

“don’t let anyone’s opinion shrink the way you carry yourself. you’re worth more than that.” 

gets genuinely mad if you criticize your looks. “don’t say that. it’s not true. not to me.” 

quiet lover, loud thoughts. and all those thoughts are: “she’s so hot. how did i get her. i’m never letting go.” 

kaiser michael

dramatic. extravagant. OBSESSED. 

you say “my hips are too big” and he scoffs like “too big? darling, they’re glorious.” 

literally bows down to you sometimes just for the bit. 

“you are a divine creature sent to torment mere mortals like me.” 

shamelessly posts you on his story like “this is what perfection looks like. cry about it.” 

buys you designer clothes custom-tailored to your measurements because “off-the-rack can’t handle royalty.” 

if anyone talks bad about you? he will make it his life’s mission to ruin them. 

also just... can’t stop touching you. hand on your hip, waist, thigh, he needs to be in contact with you 24/7. 

“i am your #1 worshipper. now turn around and lemme admire the masterpiece again.” 

ness alexis

soft. sweet. just wants to make you feel loved 24/7. 

“you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.” he says it so casually, like it’s just a truth he knows. 

draws hearts on your thighs with his finger when you cuddle. 

makes playlists for you titled “pretty girl vibes” and “curvy angel energy.” 

compliments your shape every time you’re out. “you’re gonna break necks today, pretty.” 

if you start picking at your appearance, he gently hugs you and goes “you’re perfect just like this. i mean it.” 

soft kisses all over your waist and hips. just lets you know you’re cherished. 

karasu tabito

“pear-shaped?” he repeats when you mention it. raises a brow, leans in. “you say that like it’s a bad thing.” 

has that quiet, cocky energy. doesn’t outright say he’s obsessed, but the way his eyes trail after you? he’s not subtle. 

loves it when you walk ahead of him just so he can enjoy the view. 

“i should’ve been born as the ground beneath your hips. tragic.” 

if you ever say something like “i wish i had more balance” he hums, shrugs, and goes, “nah. people with ‘balanced’ bodies cry when they see you. stay unique, babe.” 

he’s sarcastic, but dead serious when it counts. catches you spiraling? he hooks a finger under your chin, pulls you close and says, “i like every part of you. but your hips? yeah. they’re my favorite.” 

sits you in his lap and spreads his legs so you’re molded perfectly to him. 

uses every excuse to touch your waist when he talks to you. you think it’s casual until you realize he’s lowkey feeling you up. 

gets dangerously smug if someone tries to flirt with you. “yeah, those hips don’t lie. and they don’t lie with you either. move along.” 

and when it’s just the two of you? he murmurs in your ear, slow and warm: “i love your body. not in spite of anything. just as it is. so don’t hide it, alright?”

shidou ryusei

actual feral dog. pear-shaped body? he's on his knees. 

“the gods were crazy for building you like that.” 

smacks your ass constantly. unapologetically. might get banned from public places for it. 

if you say anything self-deprecating, he shuts it down IMMEDIATELY: “nah, shut that shit up. you’re the hottest thing walking. and you’re mine. end of story.” 

gets possessive real fast. someone stares too long? “the fuck are you lookin’ at? go find your own body goals.” 

also incredibly sweet when you need him to be. strokes your sides, kisses your thighs, murmurs “this body? it’s home, baby.” 

he’d start fights in your honor without hesitation. 

you’re his ideal type, no competition. thick thighs, hips for days? "i'm ready to die happy." 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[squishyfruitloop]

Having BPD isn't easy. And having BPD while being poly isn't easy. And having BPD while being poly and long distance isn't easy.

But you know what is? Having the most wonderful wife (@spaghetti-hoop )wl who is the most patient and understanding person in the world. I'm so lucky to have her.

[spaghetti-hoop]

I came for the stories, and stayed for the snugglies.

I want a person who comes in my life by accident, and stays on purpose

[spaghetti-hoop]

Reasons I love her, #7497:

When she pops her shoulders to the Applebees on Date Night song.

[pequins]

boyfriend jschlatt headcanons ── .✦

[ req open ! ]

• very clingy, (will insist he’s not) he loves physical affection in small and big ways, whether it’s a hand on your back, squeezing your thigh, crushing bear hugs or just being around you, he loves it.

• He’s not one for public displays of affection, if anything, he’ll hold your hand or give you quick pecks on the forehead or cheek.

• despite what most people think, he’s not that jealous, he’s very secure in your relationship and trusts that you both only have eyes for each other.

• overprotective however? absolutely. you’ll often have to listen to his small rants about doing things that could get you hurt; taking care of yourself or being safe when he’s not with you. even if he does the same things

• He isn't afraid to call you names or make jokes at your expense, but he’s careful to never say anything you could perceive a serious insult.

• he’s not good with words, it’s hard for him to properly express his feelings for you outside of physical contact and gifts. he’ll show his devotion through his own unique love language, just don’t expect handwritten declarations of love from the big guy.

• He’ll demand cuddles and follow you around like a lost puppy even when he's not streaming. he can’t be caught being a softie when people are watching, can he?

• He will always make sure you’re well taken care of and happy in the relationship, whether it be through his blunt kindness or little gestures. He’ll go out to buy your favorite candy or a treat in the middle of the night simply because you wanted it.

• more on nonverbal communication, he isnt good at apologizing either. if you get upset with him, he’ll go away for a few hours to let you cool off. he hopes everything will be blown over when he come back with your favorite things and a simple “im sorry”

• he struggles to sleep without you, you had to buy him a weighted blanket and body pillow for when he’s traveling because he can’t sleep without the feeling of someone sleeping on his chest/ something to squeeze.

• he loves making you food, it's one of the many ways he shows affection. He'll constantly ask if you're hungry or if you want a snack while he's in the kitchen, and when making meals for dinner. he always gives you the bigger portion no matter how much you protest.

• he definitely won’t mind you gaining weight, especially since it makes you extra squishy and cuddleable. he will always reassure you that you're beautiful to him regardless.

[revelboo]

Your writing of the Constructicons and their reader and how they would differ in treating and interacting with them. Like obviously more gently as they grow more fond of the little squishy but in their own ways.

I see Bonecrusher, the biggest and arguably meanest of the Constructicons, being absolutely so soft and sweet to reader especially after hearing Megatron’s announcement and his complete lack of remorse on inflicting his kink into the gestalt.

He has never known softness so he wants to treat it just as tenderly as the big guy can

He’s a big softy under the gruff exterior. The one that taught the others how to fight and defend themselves so I view him as the overprotective big brother of the group

Drive Pt 7

Constructicons x Reader

• Where are you? Lost you in the underbrush and can’t find you. Aware of the Autobots running for cover and how small you are. That you might get crushed by accident. And lunging with a snarl, they seize Warpath and sling him as hard as they can over the tree line. There. A small shape limping through the trees. Reaching after you only to be attacked by Cliffjumper. Snarling, they’re struggling. Torn between Bonecrusher’s overwhelming urge to go after you and Scrapper’s demand that they deal with the Autobots first. The immediate threat.

• Running as fast as you can with your ankle screaming at you, you’re not sure if you’re running from whatever the Constructicons had become or those mechs that had attacked your guys. Do they even still know you in that form? Because every instinct is screaming that you’re in danger. Staggering, you slap a palm against a tree and cry out when something explodes near enough your ears are ringing, head rattled and confused as dirt peppers you in stinging little strikes. Everything muffled as the smaller red mech runs past, yelling but you can’t make out the words. Then the tree beside you is splintering as a massive hand pushes it over, crying out as the roots split the ground when it goes, knocking you down.

• Too small. Too fragile. Frustrated now that they’ve found you and realize they can’t pick you up. You’re on the ground, eyes dazed and leaking and there’s dirt in your hair. Driving their servos into the ground near you, they scoop you up with the soil, hearing you crying out in alarm. “Safe,” they growl, cupping their other hand over you, turning to get you somewhere far from the bots. Somewhere actually safe. Snarling a warning as they turn, they’re aware of the Autobots hesitating, no longer sure whether or not to attack. Hear one of them yelling that they have a hostage. Long Haul and Scrapper want to stand and fight. Drive the Autobots back. Punish them for tampering with the refinery. Destroy them. Bonecrusher only wants to protect you. They need you and he pushes his will at Scavenger, Hook, and Mixmaster to try and sway the gestalt in his favor.

• Trembling caged in those massive hands, you’re jarred with every step the giant takes. That voice hadn’t belonged to any one of the Constructicons, but it had sounded like all of them speaking as one. And that more than anything reassures you. Shakily standing and reaching up, you lay a palm on the hand caged over you. They’re protecting you, you’re sure of it and it helps calm the fear and uncertainty.

• Feels that impossibly tiny hand touch theirs and that’s all Bonecrusher needs to seize control when they all feel it and hesitate. Retreating quickly with you safe in their hands, they’re too aware of you. How tiny you are right now and how much you need them. Feels when you fall in their hands with a cry, getting jostled despite how careful they’re trying to be. Their thoughts tangling together, needs and desires shared through their link. Once they’re far enough away from their pursuers, they bend to deposit you on the ground and let go of the gestalt. Like always, there’s a moment of disorientation that almost feels like loss amid the exhaustion. And you’re still on the ground, eyes unfocused. Bending to carefully scoop you up, Bonecrusher brushes your temple with a servo. “Not here, they’ll be on us again,” Scrapper growls, sounding disgusted at running and Bonecrusher gets it, but they can fight another day when you’re not at risk. Carrying you cupped to his chassis as he leads the way home, he rumbles softly to you, feeling you curl into yourself.

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[amingledyarn]

Good Luck Duck, a free crochet video tutorial designed by Sweet Softies on Ravelry.

"This Pocket Duck pattern is beginner friendly and quick to work up. It’s also a no-sew pattern, meaning it’s worked completely in one piece. This bird can be kept as a squishy plush with a super bulky blanket or chenille velvet yarn. It can also be turned into a small “keychain” size with thinner weight yarns and a smaller hook."

[serotoninsquishies]

Even MOAR cuttlefish. I have a gallon of these stashed for Squidmas already.

[missterious-figure]

I can sense that Moon is a big softie and Sun is... something

Moon is a soft squishy bean, Sun is.... Sun