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Daryl Dixon who whimpers so pathetically every time he feels your hands on his throat, putting pressure on it and not letting him breathe. the feeling of his lungs not getting any air while being intimate with you just does something to him. just imagine him riding you and he's all subby and cute for you. the minute your hand lands on his throat and applying pressure to his windpipe, tears prick in the corners of his eyes and he lets out the prettiest moans and whimpers. :3

Daryl Dixon who has an oral fixation. he'd sit on his knees and look all pretty for you with your dick in his mouth, spit making its way down to his chin from the corners of his mouth, slight tear stains on his cheeks. ♡

Daryl Dixon who loves it when you degrade him and then praise him. it riles him up so much when those mean words leave your mouth and then sweet talk him, telling him how good he's doing or how pretty he looks. it could be anywhere, not only intimately - always seeking your praise. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Daryl Dixon who loves the thrill of getting caught by someone from the group. imagine prison era Daryl Dixon who's so unbelievably horny, always missing your touch. he'll get horny and then beg you to fuck him hard against a wall in the cell you're sharing. only a white curtain you found and hung up on the entrance of the cell is covering your lewd acts -- anyone could walk in on you guys right now ! (not any kids though..) ,,>﹏<,, <3

Daryl Dixon who'll do anything to please you. he’s such a good boy, isn’t he ? (´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡

@ EUPHORICLVE 2025

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why are there so many dom!daryl dixon fics? this man wants a mommy so bad

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Hiiii can you write a dom Josh x reader where he’s kinda worshipping the readers body because she’s insecure?

i don’t write dom male character sorry!

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kisses you all on the lips because i got awesome requests

begging on my knees for josh and bill requests… smut maybe… in the mood to dominate losers

OH or my king jerry i need him so bad

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begging on my knees for josh and bill requests… smut maybe… in the mood to dominate losers

OH or my king jerry i need him so bad

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going from having an account with 5000 followers and getting 10 requests a night to 500 followers is so humbling because i jump for joy when someone likes my REBLOGS now

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THIS! Walked into this fandom expecting a lot more Josh content—as him and Bills bobafett plot takes up bulk of the pilot—but was let down and disappointed when I noticed the familar fandom treatment of plus-sized characters.

Josh’s character is completely not utilized in fanworks even though he’s super interesting! He’s so similar to Bill although he actually has a conscience— he mirrors the guy with some reactions but unlike Bill, he actually is capable of acting human. Maybe this is just super noticeable to me as a fanfiction writer— because my Josh requests in comparison to the other characters are soooo little.

Genuinely believe Josh would be more popular if he was a skinny twink, and we all know it’s true. Seen this shit in every single fandom i’ve been in and it’s so aggravating.

Free my boy Josh ✌️

Hey so... I'm noticing a lot of Josh erasure? Or just general distaste for Josh... why? Is it really cause he's fat? Like, he's almost exactly like Bill but with guilt (so he's better in some regards) but people LOVE Bill a lot..

Sorry for the random hullabaloo, but this is starting to become a thing and it's. Kind of annoying me.?

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roleplaying Han Solo and Princess Leia in bed with Bill Dickey but he’s Leia and your Han— gets shot and dies

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i know it’s kinda stupid but SFW cuddling headcanons w the boys? just wanna hold those losers😢

a/n — keep in mind while reading this they all smell completely horrible.

summary — Cuddling with the Eltingville boys headcanons [SFW]

BILL DICKEY

Bill Dickey is incredibly stiff. You can physically feel him tense up if you rest your head on his shoulder.

He’s just not used to physical touch, to the point he’s almost suspicious of it. He likes the thought of holding you because it makes him feel manly, but he remains pretty terrible at it.

After a while he’s probably a lot less stiff, still he’s no teddy bear.

If you fall asleep on his chest, at some point he rolls over and becomes the little spoon.

He always wakes up embarrassed and defensive but he kind of likes being held.

Its very often he ends up dozing off on you, with his head in your lap, or on your chest.

JOSH LEVY

Josh is pretty similar to Bill in the sense that he’d be pretty suspicious of you wanting to be close to him like that.

The difference is he’d actually be kinda good at it.

He’s very warm— like a human heating pack!—and there’s so much of him, he might as well be a big stuffed animal.

You could use his stomach as a pillow while during a doctor who marathon, or cuddle into his side.

Josh absolutely adores being held and he’s relatively embarrassed about it, since it’d be kinda uncomfortable seeing as he weighs so much.

But find the right angle and hold him to your chest, stroke his hair, and he’d just melt into you! You’ve never heard him be this quiet!

PETE DINUNZIO —

Pete simply isn’t that cuddly.

Rough around the edges, with a love for violence, it’s kinda just hard for him to have any interest in acting all mushy.

However, he’d live for a moment where the horror movie he put on was too scary, so you hide your face in his chest.

None of them are angels, like really they all suck, but yea; Pete would be having the most impure thoughts while cuddling. 

Him being held would be so odd for him. Gentle treatment is completely alien.

might take him a while to get comfortable like that, or even let his guard down. But he decides maybe mushy shit’s okay once and awhile.

JERRY STOKES —

Jerry wants to cuddle, like actually, but he’s so incredibly awkward he would never ask.

If he ever did, it would be in the most incoherent, dance-around-the-question way. You just have to be able to read his body language.

He’d like any kind of physical touch with you; lean your head on his shoulder, or his chest, or maybe let him lay down on you. burying his face in your neck.

When you’re trying to be comfy and go to bed, he’d never know when to stop talking. You’d be trying to get all comfy on him and he would just keep yapping about something super unimportant.

You’d have to tell him multiple times it’s bedtime. He just doesn’t get social cues.

He does the same thing when he’s laying on you, but he’s so comfortable he talks himself to sleep. 

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HI ELLIE HI ELLIE HI ELLIE !!! HRUUU

ALWAYS A GOOD DAY WHEN ROSE IS IN MY INBOX!!!!! i am so good babes 😁 havent seen you in a while and i hope your doing okay!

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he’d make an excellent housewife

My mannnn

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this!!! genuinely hazbin hotel was probably my favorite era on tumblr. i feel like on any other social media there was way more toxicity but here i never received anything but kindness and support for my fics! constantly thinking about my mutual as from that time because they were literally the best omg

i dont think ill ever feel so strongly towards a fandom as i feel towards the Hazbin Hotel fandom. say whatever u want ab them but here on tumblr, of all the ppl i've interacted with the Hazbin fans r always so supportive on my writing posts and comment and reblog sm. not to say that the fandom is perfect, ik it isn't, but i always feel welcomed and never judged. between the fans of the canon show and the archangel fans, most of yall r genuinely so awesome

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body worship josh smut PLEAAASEEEEEEE i just want this man overstimulated and crying while i worship him

Pretty when you cry ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

1k ,, Josh Levy x Reader

a/n — Tell me about any typos!

warnings — NSFW, sub!Josh, dom!reader, praise, Josh cums hella fast a lot, overstim, bodyworship, GN!reader

summary — The reader decides to tell Josh all about how good looking he is.

Josh flicked the light off nervously. 

You frown; you didn’t even have time to throw his shirt aside.

“You wanna do this… in the dark?” You ask, smiling confused.

Sheepishly, Josh looked away from you, hands grasping the bed a little tighter, as if he didn’t expect you to even ask him about it. “Uh— Well, what difference does it make?”

His defensive tone was automatic, spitting drops of gasoline onto the unknowing fire of your words. It’s times like this you remember your companions origins

Yes, Josh was an asshole. Self loathing was caked onto him in heeps, falling into fat-folds of fragile masculinity, and sprawling across him in stretch marks of quick tempered outbursts.

And yet, however deep his insecurities went they were still just that: insecurities. So yes, Josh was an asshole, but he was also easy to break.

You decide to diffuse the flame. Leaning upwards, you kiss his neck lovingly, leading down to his shoulder where you stop.

“I wanna see you, baby.” Running your thumb over his cheek you feel him squirm a little underneath you. 

“Don’t patronize me—“ He starts, before you kiss him.

He melts into you immediately, demonstrating his lack of fight. He really does want to believe you, and it’s clear the way he follows your lead in the kiss, needing to be closer, practically gnawing into you.

Josh was funny like that; needlessly defensive about his appearance and attributes, and yet so clueless and starved of romance that kissing him was equivalent to him pulling out a white flag and waving it above his head.

When you pull away, you’re careful not to go far. “I’m not patronizing you, Josh. I just think you’re very nice to look at.”

You speak gently, almost as if trying not to spook a wild animal you’ve encountered. 

Fiddling with his pants zipper, you smile. “Flick the light on for me, Joshy.”

He gulps, “Fine.. But i’m just warning you is all—“

You manage to pull his pants and boxers down when he switches the bedside lamp back on. You pull away, resting your hands on his thighs and rubbing with your thumb. “There’s my pretty boy.”

His cock twitched and he made a noise. He squeezed his eyes shut, and looked away. “Oh god.”

You lean in for another kiss, Josh pathetically ruts up into nothing, whining into the kiss. “C’mon, d-do something!

Pulling away from him, he whines even more, “Ugh, come back! I— uhm, I meant to say please; please do something!”

Josh babbled to himself as you open the drawer next to your bed, and shuffle through it. Although, the please caught your attention.

God, you had him trained so well. Josh’s desperation has always held strong against his ego in relation to a raging hard-on.

“This’ll do,” you pull a neck tie out of your drawer and get settled on top of Josh, who’s taken to a confused and meekish expression, as his ears go slightly red.

“What the hell is that for?”

“Hands over your head, baby.” He obeys and you begin to tie his hands together. 

You were sitting uncomfortably close, and yet frustratingly far from his dick. Josh swallowed. 

“This is just so I can pay attention to everything here—“ You run your hands over Josh’s unclothed body, making him shiver and suck in a breath “—without having to hold you down. You’re very squirmy, did you know that?”

Josh’s face flushed, “Shut up! Am not—“

You run your thumb over the tip of his cock, already leaking with precum. He whimpers. You smile as he concedes to quiet moaning, and you take his cock in hand. 

“Shshshsh, baby,” you begin to stroke, and josh bites down hard on his lip, failing to cover up his pathetic yelp.

Getting into the rhythm of it, you kiss down Josh’s body from his neck. Stopping on his lower chest, you look up at him, “God, you’re so perfect, baby.” 

Josh whimpered, bucking up into your hand, as his hands started to shake in his binds. “‘m close— ‘m gonna—“

“Go on, sweet boy. You look so good when you cum, so handsome,” Your free hand strokes sweat-laced strands of loose hair away from his forehead.

His eyes squeeze shut, and his face contorts. The praise was his last straw, and he lets go in your hand. A moment passes with Josh’s eyes still closed, before he cracks them open: half lidded, dilated, desperate, and confused. 

You didn’t stop.

“You—ah, oh god—“ He tried to speak but couldn’t seem to get the words out.

“There he is, shh, it’s okay, baby. I got you,” You coo lovingly, “I don’t mean to overwhelm you but, well, I’m not done admiring you yet.”

You carry on like that for two more orgasms, pumping his cock dry, all the whole giving his shaking, sweating body never-ending attention.

Every kiss you plant on him was accompanied by a compliment; “so pretty” “so handsome” “completely perfect” “my big boy” “my pretty boy.”

Your hands gracefully prances around his body, cupping fat folds, and caressing his blubber. Overall, you remained gentle, as if being too abrupt would make him lash out. You remained balanced, and calm in your praise; sturdy, even. 

Because of this, Josh became dizzy with your approval, and almost believing. You sounded so sure, maybe he really was something.

After Josh’s third orgasm, his eyes brimmed with tears. Your attention was now on his hips and thighs and he could hardly keep it together. 

“Your hips—“ you drew on, having to move some fat to side to get a good view “—So pretty, so strong. I can see how you can hardly keep them still.”

Josh whined terribly, “No—no— wait— I’m…” He braces himself as he felt tears leak over his face. Usually, he would cover himself with his hands or arms, but with them over his head, he didn’t have much of a choice. Simply, he turned his face to the side in defeat. 

You didn’t break focus, “and god, your thighs. I mean fuck,” You unlatch your hand from Josh’s fucked out dick, and he lets out an agonized cry. “I wanna make them shake.”

You adjust your angle, before licking up the base of Josh’s cock. His whole body shudders. “Pretty boy,” You coo, running your hands over his thighs, “We’ve made quite the mess, haven’t we?”

You look up expectantly and Josh whimpers, nodding slowly. 

“Want me to clean that up for you?”

He half sobbed, “Uh-huh—“ 

You hover over his dick, so close he could feel your breath. “Well, I think pretty boys should get what they want.”

Taking him in your mouth fully, you bob up and down, all while looking up at Josh.

Sweat slicked over his whole body, illuminating him in the light with an almost rubber-like shine. His eyes were nearly shut, eyebrows tensing on and off, as if he had no more loads to shoot. His whole body had taken to shaking, vibrating like a purring cat. Whines and whimpers slipped out of his mouth, matching tears in his eyes.

“I’m—“ he stopped and sniffed “m’ gonna— ah, I can’t—“

You rub his thigh reassuringly, giving him an okay, and with that he shoots what he has left into your mouth.

Josh lays on the bed heaving, like a crumbling mountain. Swallowing, and wiping your mouth, you get up. 

Caressing the side of Josh’s face, he melts into you once again. “Oh, my baby,” you say sweetly, leaning down to kiss his tears away. “You did so good for me, pretty boy. And looked so handsome too.”

Josh lets out a faint whimper, as you lean up to undo the tie around his hands. Once free, almost like a child, Josh grabs for you. Taking him into your arms and holding him, you continue to coo little praises.

“It’s time to clean up, baby,” you say softly, but your met with a half-conscious Josh grumbling into your chest. Trying to move him off of you would be like trying to move a sandbag off of a rug made of super glue.

You gaze down, small shimmers of tears still clung under Josh’s eyes. His mouth was half open, and you could feel his soft breath on you. Fingers grazing his back slowly, he nuzzled further into you.

Yes, Josh was an asshole. But he was easy to break. And either way, he was your asshole. Who’s goddamn pretty when he cries.

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I was wondering if u could do some epilogue jerry pegging hcs x wife reader and she is pregnant

already did pegging hcs for Jerry here!! I don’t think the reader being pregnant would change much; maybe a mommy kink wouldn’t be too out of character?

I mean, pre-therapy Jerry would probably be one of those insufferable guys who call girls mommy and is super weird about goth chicks.

That’s all I could really think of for this one, sorry anon!

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the might sound odd but i'm ill at the moment and your freaky ass jerry fic has been helping 🙏

omg no thay is so not odd at all i actually lowkey know what you mean 😁 it’s nice that a fic of mine can help in any way!

Ugh I loved making that Jerry fic, people actually sleep on him SO hard in my requests it’s super tragic.

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Josh Levy simply doesn't get enough attention and love, hear me out on reader being freakier and more open with flirting with him even in front of the other club members just to make him embarrassed, bonus if it's nsfw I'm BEGGING YOU (put me out of my misery)

you ask and you shall receive xo

BETA UNIT

Josh Levy x Reader // NSFW, semi-public embarrassment, ego-poking, reader is unflinchingly horny

an : i’m sorry this was so late.. i’ve kinda been floating in space umm this is lowk kinda bad don’t @ me <_<

Josh was already in a bad mood.

Bill kept talking over him during the Starfleet Uniform Retcon Argument, Pete was eating Doritos too loud, and Jerry had spilled Yoo-hoo on his dice bag. No one was listening to him explain why Voyager was unfairly maligned.

Except you.

You sat next to him, close—too close. Casual, legs crossed like you weren’t doing anything at all, except watching him with that steady, lazy grin. Like you were up to something. Like he was the something.

Josh tried not to look at you. He tried to focus on the campaign map. The dice. The notes he’d printed three nights ago at Kinko’s because his home printer was out of toner. But it was hard to concentrate with your knee brushing his under the table. Harder still when you leaned toward him and whispered:

“You always talk so fast when you’re pissed. I like it. Makes me wonder if you’re like that in bed—just ranting while I get you off.”

He made a noise that wasn’t human.

“What?” you asked, batting your lashes. “It’s a compliment.”

Bill groaned. “Are we seriously doing this again?”

“They started it,” Josh snapped, trying not to look like he was combusting.

You leaned back in your seat with a wicked little smirk. “Hey, I’m just saying—Josh has a very commanding voice when he’s upset. Gets me going. I bet he could dom the hell out of someone if he stopped quoting episode numbers mid-moan.”

Jerry made a face like he wanted to crawl into a bag of Funyuns and die.

Josh slammed his fist on the table. “I’m taking a break!”

Upstairs, Josh is pacing.

You find him in the kitchen, flushed and sweating, gripping a glass of water like he wants to drown in it.

“You didn’t have to leave the table, you know,” you say, sauntering in like you own the place.

“I did if I wanted to preserve any shred of dignity,” he mutters. “You—you're always doing this! Saying that stuff. In front of the guys!”

You raise an eyebrow. “Does it bother you?”

“Yes!” he snaps. “No! I mean—it’s humiliating, and you know it.”

You close the gap between you in two slow steps. “That’s the point.”

Josh swallows.

You press your hand against his chest. “You get so loud when you’re angry. So worked up. But when I flirt with you, you melt. It’s adorable.”

“I am not adorable—!”

You cut him off with a hand slipping under his waistband.

Josh gasps—like he’d been holding his breath all night. His whole body tenses, and then just gives.

“You’re already hard,” you whisper. “God, you really do like being embarrassed.”

“I—nngh—”

You stroke him through his boxers, firm and steady, just enough to make his knees tremble. His mouth falls open. No trivia. No rebuttals. Just whimpering.

“You’re so easy,” you murmur. “And so fucking lucky I want you.”

“I’m gonna—”

“Yeah,” you say, voice low and rough. “Do it. Cum in your pants like a good little space ranger.”

And he does. Moaning. Face twisted in shock and relief. You feel him pulse against your hand, hot and helpless, while he grabs your arm like he’ll fall if he lets go.

You kiss the corner of his mouth when it’s over.

“You’re welcome.”

Back downstairs, you sit back in your chair like nothing happened. Josh walks in ten minutes later, still pink in the face.

Pete gives him a side-eye. “You cool, man?”

“Fine,” Josh says. His voice cracks on the vowel.

Josh doesn’t look at you for the rest of the session. But you catch the way his legs won’t stay still under the table.