#as snug as a bug under a rug

[tiddie-taylor]

Everyone shut up and look at my wife eeping /pos

[monards]

I’m like the hungry caterpillar but with naps. I have taken several today; and I’m still absolutely so ready to go to bed

[artificial-condition]

He is Snug™️

[hatredcurse]

@sharkfinx​ | Kisame asked:  ❛ are you comfy? ❜

A very muffled “yeah, thanks.”

[angelicpoison12]

insatiable 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

you interrupt Alastor in the middle of a radio broadcast. he decides to punish your needy little hole <3

word count: 1.12K

tags: desk sex, sneaky blowjob, punish fuck, afab!reader, fem!reader, breeding kink, mentions of Alastor's knot, rough sex, p in v, mild overstimulation, crying (in a sexy way)

NSFW, 18+

it was innocent, nothing more. but according to Alastor, it was anything but. 

he was setting up for a radio broadcast, humming along to some random tune, sitting down at his desk. you came bounding in, excitedly shouting,  “Al! Al!”  he looked up at you, that smile still on his face. but it was different when he was looking at you. it was clear he adored you to pieces, and that he wanted nothing more than to protect you from the cruel light of the underworld. 

you were his little lamb. his prey. the mouse in his paws. others were a little worried, going as far as to send prayers your way, when it got out that you were dating Alastor. but if anything, it all turned out fine. Alastor was calmer with you around, and he even found himself letting Angel get away with friskier comments somehow. you were good for him, and everyone knew it.  

today, you were the one feeling frisky. 

“Alllllll? you can’t ignore me for forever,”  you cooed, leaning over his desk. Alastor sighed and kissed your cheek.  “i’d love to snuggle, darling, but i’ve got a radio broadcast to do. everyone is expecting me.”  he told you. you huffed and crossed your arms, then a lightbulb went off in your mind.  quietly, you asked,  “well... can i sit in your lap?”  a soft, yet questionable look came over Alastor. he looked at you. when he saw those big puppy dog eyes, he just had to give in. 

“fine, fine.. come here, my darling.” 

you nearly squealed in happiness. you climbed up into Alastor’s lap, having to squirm a little to get comfortable, but you were snug as a bug in a rug in his arms.  “don’t.. don't move too much, my dear.”  Alastor grunted politely, his claws gently digging into your thighs. you bit your lip, half purring,  “why should i, babe? i was just getting comfy,”  you said, pouting at him playfully. Alastor had been dating you long enough to know your tricks. he whined lowly in his throat, his ears going flat against his head. 

you leaned your head back against his chest, listening to Alastor turn the knob of his radio, hearing him talk. you were still pouty at the fact he wasn’t giving you any attention. you got a little bit of a taboo idea. you knew Alastor was going to want to have his way with you if you managed to pull it off, but fuck it, what did you have to lose? 

you slipped out of Alastor’s lap, going under his desk. he shot you a look but shrugged it off, thinking you were just being a little funny. his movements halted entirely when he felt your hands on the buckle of his belt.   he choked but remained professional for his listeners. he actually scooted closer, closing the gap between his midsection and the desk, giving you more room to work. one of his hands came down as well, his claws scratching against your scalp affectionately in a sense of praise. 

you hummed when you got his cock out. he was already half hard, the tip a soft red, the base already a little swollen with the knot. you smirked, starting to lap at the tip with your velvety tongue. the sensation was enough to make Alastor buck involuntarily, accidentally shoving his entire cock into your mouth in one go. 

“hnn.. stay quiet, my dear, please-”  Alastor nearly hissed, his nails digging into the back of your scalp, making you stay down. your eyes squeezed shut, and you had to force your throat to relax, taking deep breaths through your nose. you began timidly moving your head up and down. you were thankful for Alastor being able to keep quiet, because if you were in this situation, you wouldn’t even last a second.  

your lips suckled around his tip, your tongue caressing his shaft and the underside of his swelling knot. you choked a little when Alastor’s hips bucked under the desk, nearly making your teeth hit his knot. you heard the radio dial turn abruptly, signaling he was done with the broadcast. you had been so caught up in the mess of it all that time seemed to fly past. 

Alastor growled in a primal manner, pulling you up and kissing you, his tongue sliding down your throat. you choked at the feeling, the tip of his tongue cascading around your teeth, claiming you as his own from the inside and out. Alastor whirled you around, pinning you down on his desk, your cheek smooshed into some papers. you’d kill him if any ink stains got on your face. 

you quivered when his hands nearly tore your clothes off, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze. he slid in unexpectedly, making you nearly howl in relief. your body had been aching for him for ages it seemed. you looked back at Alastor, watching as he set a relentless, animalistic pace. his pelvis smacked against your ass, and the sound alone was enough to make obscene noises leave your lips.  “Al.. Al, slow down, please, fuck, it's too much-!”  you cried, tears brimming your eyes. Alastor almost cooed at the sight, his cock twitching inside of you at the sight.  “now, now my dear, you begged for this. you could not keep your grubby little mouth off of my cock, even when I told you to. so, now you are going to take my cock like a good girl. understood?” 

all you could do was pathetically whine, allowing Alastor to have his way with you. a small sick, twisted part of you was secretly enjoying this more than you should’ve. you wanted to feel Alastor knot you. you wanted him to fill you up, make you beg for more, and carry his young. you wanted to be his personal breeding ground.  

caught in the storm, you felt yourself spasming, Alastor’s fingers on his clit, his cockhead massaging your spongey g-spot. you sobbed weakly, orgasming. but he didn’t stop. he kept thrusting, his claws digging into your hips, nearly drawing blood.  “Al.. ‘s too much,”  you blubbered, cheeks red and lips swollen. Your cunt was puffy, overstimulated. yet you couldn’t stop sucking him back in, wanting more. your body, your mind-it all wanted more. 

“ah, ah, ah. I’m far from done with you, my little lamb. Just stay still and let me use you to my content, hm?”  you dumbly nodded back at Alastor. he grinned and chuckled evilly. his shadow came out, holding you up so that your back was against his chest. before continuing his pace, he whispered in your ear,  “that’s a good, insatiable, little lamb.” 

- ₊ ⊹♡🐏 -

my sweet little snowflake buddies! @6esiree, @frxstwalker

[heartual]

snug as a bug in a rug 🐛

[diazsdimples]

Falling asleep on each other + Buddie

Hi and I'm so sorry this took many months to respond to I'm finally looking at these again sfkjhf

Inviting Eddie over for a movie night after one of the busiest shifts all year had been a bit of a mistake, in hindsight.

Buck had set out a vast array of snacks - from popcorn to some weird trail mix he'd never seen before - and had ordered takeout from Eddie's favourite Mexican joint up the road. He still had that inflatable mattress that Chimney had slept on during the lockdown, so he'd blown that up too and placed it at the foot of the couch, giving him and Eddie ample room to spread themselves out.

While he'd done this, Eddie had showered and changed into a pair of Buck's sweatpants and a hoodie. Something had clenched deep in Buck's chest at the sight of Eddie descending the stairs from the loft, hair damp and tousled, with Buck's favourite grey hoodie hanging loosely over his torso. He looked loose and relaxed, like the water had washed away all the tensions of the day, leaving behind nothing but warm, rosy skin and the smell of Buck's orange and vanilla body wash.

They'd only been dating a few weeks but it stoked a possessive fire deep in the pit of Buck's to see his boyfriend dressed in his clothing, smelling of his bodywash.

It was almost as if Eddie had been claimed as his.

Eddie crossed the kitchen and flopped himself onto the half-bed, half- couch (bouch?) and patted the empty space beside him.

"C'mere. I'm cold and I plan to use you as my own personal heater for the rest of the evening."

With a fond chuckle, Buck grabbed a bowl of popcorn and joined Eddie on the couch. He tucked a soft, minky blanket around Eddie, pulling it up over his chest and tucking it under his chin. He planted a kiss to Eddie's forehead and pulled back with a grin.

"Snug as a bug in a rug."

"That's such a weird saying," Eddie pointed out as he extracted his arms from beneath the blanket. He swiped a couple of pieces of popcorn and popped them in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "When are bugs ever in rugs?"

Buck shrugged. "When they're not vacuumed efficiently? It's just a saying."

"You're cute." Eddie tapped Buck's cheek. "What are we going to watch?"

After much deliberation, they settled on Deadpool. Christopher had mentioned wanting to see the newest film with some of his friends, and Eddie had agreed on the provision that he watched the film first and made sure it was appropriate.

"Holy shit, there is absolutely no way I'm letting Christopher watch that," Eddie said 2 hours later, completely gobsmacked.

Buck was beside himself with glee. "That was one of the best movies I've ever seen!" He grinned. "You're not gonna let Chris watch that?"

Somewhere along the lines, Eddie had listed over and was settled heavily against Buck's side. He shook his head in response, his nose brushing against the hollow of Buck's throat.

"Absolutely not. I've got half a mind to ask him why he thought he'd get away with it."

Buck pressed a kiss to Eddie's temple.

"He's a teenager, he's just testing the waters. We all did it."

They're silent for a moment. Buck's fingers carded gently through Eddie's hair, stroking soothingly.

"We could watch the sequel? I know it's on Disney+ somewhere"

Eddie hummed softly and shifted in Buck's arms, resting his head against Buck's chest. His eyes were drooping sleepily, his face slack with relaxation.

"Not sure I can keep my eyes open long enough," he admitted.

Buck smiled down at him fondly. He'd known from the moment Eddie had climbed down the stairs, freshly showered and dressed, that he wouldn't make it through the evening without falling asleep. Showers and fresh clothes were Eddie's kryptonite, much like a baby with their favourite blanket. Buck was honestly surprised he'd made it through the movie without falling asleep - though that would have been an impressive feat considering how action filled the film was. And Ryan Reynolds was too hot to miss a second of.

"That's okay, baby," he reassured, still stroking Eddie's hair. "We can just stay here and rest for a minute."

Eddie nuzzled further into Buck's chest and let out a small noise of contentment.

"Resting sounds good," he slurred sleepily, a gigantic yawn splitting his face in two. He smacked his lips and curled the blanket in his fist, both hands tucked under his chin now. Sleepy, squishy, snuggly Eddie was Buck's absolute favourite and he wanted nothing more than curl around him and snarl at anything that tried to touch him.

Buck gently shifted them down the couch so they were stretched out, half on the couch and half on the blowup mattress. He adjusted the blanket so it was laying over top of both of them and went back to his ministrations, stroking Eddie's hair with one hand and tracing feather-light touches over his back with the other.

Slowly but surely, Eddie's breathing began to deepen and even out. His jaw slackened and Buck slowly began to notice a warm, damp patch blooming across his shirt. Despite his vehement denial, Eddie was a drooler.

"Sleep well, sweetheart," Buck whispered into Eddie's hair. He wasn't sure if his boyfriend was awake enough to hear it, but he didn't mind.

Buck felt himself begin to sink further into the cushions as Eddie's breathing lulled him into a state of deep relaxation. He hadn't ever been able to fall asleep easily with other people but there was something about Eddie that made him feel instantly at peace.

Maybe it was the way they'd known each other for years, or the way Eddie's presence was like a balm over any of Buck's problems, making them melt into the background at the mere glimpse of his smile.

Eddie was safety, and Buck's body knew that as he slowly began to drift off himself, soothed by his boyfriend's soft breaths.

[tiyoin]

So I personally like to imagine that their eyesight is kinda poor. Mainly because it’s darker under water than above, yknow? But their other senses like hearing and smell are twice as good. What do you think? (I wanted to tell someone but I didn’t know who but I love your version of them so I figured why not!)

i’ve been hoarding this post like a dragon for far too long

AND TYSM FOR SHARING WITH ME!!! I LOVE IT MEAH MWAH

i immediately thought of them waking up at butt fuck whenever because you accidentally woke them up when you were going to use the bathroom. and they try to look for you but because of the darkness of the room, them literally just waking up, and their shitty human eyes-

EEP!! them reaching over for you but all they’re met with is a warm, empty comforter 😿😿

i wasss gonna make that into another post but i couldn’t think of anything else and really liked it 🙈

i immediately thought of them waking up at butt fuck whenever because you accidentally woke them up when you were going to use the bathroom

EEP!! them reaching over for you but all they’re met with is a warm, empty comforter 😿😿

i’m imaging floyd sleeping star fish (you were originally curled in at his side) and he’s all moany groany cause 1. you woke him up 2. YOURE NOT WHERE YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE- GET YO ASS OVER HERE

i can imagine him bleary eyed waking up and squinting, trying to look for you through the crusties in his eyes- but that doesn’t work because all he sees is nothing. at most he sees a horribly mangled mosaic of blues on the wall that would normally make anyone nauseous. but to the eel, it felt just like home.

JVIALELF IMAGINE HIM SHOOTING UP WHEN HE SEES YOU CAUSE HE DOESNT RECOGNIZE YOU THROUGH HIS SLEEPY HAZE BAHAHS. all it takes is a little ‘floyd?’ for him to chillax and sink back into bed. groaning about… whatever.

you can faintly hear a ‘what time is it’ from your boyfriend, his voice a lower timbre than his usual higher crow. you laugh softly, clearing you throat gently as you give him some made up time. it seems to satiate the male though as he slowly sinks back down into messy covers.

one hand raises to cover his eyes and his other hand slowly raises like the dead until your warm human flesh meets his cold merman hand, prompting him to you back into bed. where you belong this time he’ll make sure you don’t escape 😉

and the LOML JADEEE

he definitely starts off all prim and proper when sleeping. you know the saying ‘snug like a bug in a rug?’ that’s jade (i want him to wear a sleep cap but i don’t think he does unfortunately 😔)

i can imagine jade slowly shifting his position to sleeping on his stomach. some how he still manages to keep a tight grip on you like a handlebar in a roller coaster, so it takes some squirming to get out of the eel’s iron clad grip.

but nonetheless you quietly patter over to the bathroom

oh boy goes jade have a mean look on his face cause 1. never wake a sleeping eel, especially jade and 2. whys the bed exactly ___ pounds lighter 🤨

i think jade is more of a light sleeper than floyd so the moment the door to his dorm closes he’s peeling his golden eye open while softly kicking his leg (phantom movement cause he was trying to kick his tail 🙈)

i can imagine jade actually growling when he realizes you’re not there. refusing to get up, jade turns his head towards the door as he tries to make out the shapes of his room. but to no luck cause everything is just pitch black.

he’s waiting, sinking himself in deeper to the bed as he opens his other eye. just in time, the door creaks open and the light from the hallways splits through the opened door.

softly, you tip toe in and close the door.

alls fine and well until your in arms length of the bed, silently celebrating on not waking up your boyfriend until a cold, deathly hand seizes your shoulder and drags you into the cavern of blankets and pillows.

jades now on his side glaring,,, squinting? as he puts an arm around you with a low throaty grunt. once your nestled in his arms to his exact liking, the eel will slip back to sleep- he’s a liar, i’m a liar.

both of the twins don’t fall asleep immediately. even though they’re both blind as a bat they’re listening. listening to the slowing of your breathe with their grey eye peeled open.

they’re feeling the once rapid fire of your heart even out into a steady rhythm of beats.

it’s not until you’re dead asleep do they both shift your position slowly, lazily onto their chest. legs intertwined with yours and strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist, like a child hugging a stuffed animal, afraid of the deep shadows that linger in the corners of their room.

not until they’re certain you’re not getting up and out of their poor eyesight do their muscle relax and bodies sink into the mattress, ready to slip off into dream land with their little shrimpy🤭

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Nights Spent In; Azul Ashengrotto

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; This is for one of my first mutuals @azulashengrottospiano! I hope you enjoy this, and some domestic Azul! [and I'm keeping a screenshot of your ask ^v^]

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Safe to say your social battery was pretty much at zero. You had fun, yes, but all you wanted to do was stay at home in some ridiculously comfortable pyjamas, eat leftovers from lunch, cuddle a bit, and maybe look through the storage container labelled Games! :D since there could be some hidden gems in there. And right now you were cuddled up under a super chunky knit blanket, snug as a bug in a rug.

You were content just putting the leftovers from lunch in the microwave, but Azul had insisted that he made the both of you dinner. You didn’t mind, since you had a nice view of him working away in the kitchen, muttering the recipe of tonight’s dinner to himself. He was even wearing the frilly apron and kitschy oven mitts.

What a dork. I love him so much. You giggled to yourself, watching Azul go about the kitchen, off in his own little world. 

Sighing, you got up — the blanket draped over your shoulders so you were still in your nice blanket burrito — and shuffled over to the Games! :D container, seeing if there was anything interesting that Azul wouldn’t just automatically win. You loved him, but if he made you go bankrupt again in this world’s version of Monopoly one more time you swore that you weren’t going to give him any kisses. You may love him, but he was not a humble winner. 

So any strategy games were completely out the window, luck based games were more on your side… hopefully luck just decided to favour you tonight. At least you had a cute chef at the least.

Hmm? What’s this? Blowing off the dust you pulled out an old edition of Snakes and Ladders. It relied only on luck, so it was perfect!

“Hey, sweetie,” you called to the kitchen.

Azul was just placing your dinner in the oven, it would take about thirty minutes to bake, so he had time to spare… and for you? He could spare all the time in the world for you. “What is it, darling?”

You held up the game under your chin and gave him your biggest smile. “Wanna play?” You waggled eyebrows for some added flair, and it made Azul chuckle.

“Fine, one round, but I won’t go easy on you,” he said, sitting down at the coffee table. He eyed the game, and squinted his eyes at the dice. A luck-based game? Playing your cards right I see.

“You never do,” you shot him a wink and rolled the dice. You moved your piece forward, not hitting any ladders.

Azul rolled his eyes, but took his turn, overtaking you by two spaces, also not hitting any ladders. “Would you rather that I did?” He looked up at you through his lashes, a small smug smile on his face. 

You hummed as you took your turn, getting a ladder and going up a row. “No, it’s more fun like this, plus you’re extra cute when you get fired up.”

Azul pushed up his glasses, trying to ignore the warmth that had seeped into his cheeks. “Flattery won’t help you, my dear, when I win.”

“We’ll see about that.~”

The rest of the game was spent in silence, the occasional tch escaping when either of you hit a snake, but the game was neck in neck. You had to roll a perfect six to win, and Azul a four, and it was his turn. The both of you had your fingers crossed.

He rolled a two, the exact number that he didn’t want. He moved his piece forward and gritted his teeth as he moved it down two rows. He sighed, handing over the die. He knew that he had most likely lost this game.

You gently took it, and rolled a six. You had won. “Looks like luck was on my side tonight,” you grinned.

Azul grumbled, but he couldn’t stay mad at you. “Would you like a prize for that?” It was part sarcasm, but also part genuine question.

You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Just spending time with you is a prize in its own right… but I won’t say no to your cooking either!”

It wasn’t really a prize, as you were already getting his cooking for dinner, but it nonetheless made Azul feel soft and warm. The two of you really should spend more nights in if they were going to be like this.

~~~~~~~

Tags: @eynnwwyjth, @hydra-sea, @inkybloom-luv, @identity-theft-101, @krenenbaker, @officialdaydreamer00, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[docwritesshit]

hihi!!! can I request a traffic light trio x fem!goddess reader please!! (all separate head cannons!!)

Oooo this’ll be fun!

Traffic light trio x Fem!Goddess!Reader

Redson

With this one, yall met a celestial event

One look across the room and this one became so curious

You were someone newer, under the wing of Quanyin and still learning the ropes but getting the hang of it quite easily

So you two met, begrudgingly under Quanyins guidance

But Reds was very… nice and polite. Very different from the stories you heard

Then things evolved and here you were dating!

She visits you more often than you visit her, mostly because his father likes to joke they took after him

PIF and DBK both approve of this btw. They would be hypocrites not to.

Gifts and trinkets they made decorate your walls, however they are more mystical in nature

Loves loves loves when you send gifts back. Likes the the little swans you make to actually fly down to him the most

Dates consist of you guys walking the celestial heavens all day any day

Letters travel back and forth between you two a lot because yall are both pretty busy

What you don’t know is that they save all of the letters in order to craft you a swan of your own made up of the love he has for you

Cuddle up to him and watch them combust

MK

Ok he may have flown a bit too high while in his bird form and smacked you in the face-

Instantly transforming back and apologizing profusely

Then he gets stars in his eyes once he really looks at you

“Wow… you might be the goddess of my dreams- SORRY THAT SLIPPED OUT!”

Poor boy, he’s too cute for his own good

Once you start dating, he sends you so many doodles he’s made of you

So. Many. Doodles.

Even makes you a whole ass portrait for your anniversary

Yall both go to Flower Fruit Mountain for dates

Wukong keeps to himself, but gives MK proud smirks so damn often

Loves cuddling you. Snug as a bug in a rug when you hold him with all your robes flowing around

Makes you food. Is very particular on how he makes it cause you’re a goddess-

Loves star gazing with you and hearing all the stories you tell about different constellations

Oh my god he’s so fucking cute I can’t express how endearing it is

Would try and replicate a clay pot he saw and it would come out a muddled mess and you still cherish that thing

You are so protective of him if any other celestial tries to criticize you for dating the pupil of that “menace of a primate”

He has and will faint if you coo over him being cute. Do it, it’ll be funny

Mei

Honestly, pure fucking coincidence you two met

You were talking with the her uncle and she decided to crash in for a visit

Took one look at you and went “oh, cute. Imma keep her!”

And so you two are dating now-

Dates take place in Megalopolis mostly, she doesn’t really like the celestial realm and you haven’t seen a lot of the modern world

Likes to take you on motorcycle rides the most. The gleam in your eyes pales to the sun in her mind

Gives you her jacket if you get cold, even if you pint out you can just summon one of your own.

Loves doing your hair. Trying out different hairstyles is so fun.

Gets you a phone. Then sends you songs that remind her of you. You have so many playlists from her

Teaches you hand to hand combat with weapons because you never know when you need it

Loves hanging you off her arm and bragging how she bagged a “goddess”

You wanna know what’ll get her weak as well? Do her own hair. Face will be beat red. Do it.

That’s all :3

[peterparkeeperer]

affectionate drunk (peter parker x gn!reader)

It’s 1 am on a Saturday night, and bringing home a drunk peter wasn’t in your plans.

Well it hadnt been, until he told you Friday night that Mj and Ned wanted to celebrate his birthday in advance (his birthday wasn’t for another week, but they needed a sound excuse to get wasted), calling it ‘pre-birthday party’ was such a lame label you’d told him as such (“you know you can just get drunk like normal people, right?”).

So, after you’d picked him up and he’d sang loudly to the radio he forced you to turn up despite it being the dead of night, you got him inside the front door.

“I love you so much, you know that?”

“I love you too, baby. I hope you know that too.”

“And I really love,” he drags out the words as he tries leaning in. He only manages to trip over his own feet to whisper into your ear, “when you fuck me, you know that?”

You chuckle, and your hand resting on his waist pets it slowly.

“I do know that, you tell me everytime,”

He groans exasperated, and leans in fully to bring his arms around your neck. It’s almost like a hug, if you weren’t basically holding his weight up.

“God, because it’s so true. Can we do it now?”

Your eyebrows fly up, amused. “You’re drunk, sweetheart. You know I won’t.”

He whines and tucks his face into your neck. You feel his warm nose rub the length of your throat.

“But I really want to. I want you, see?”

His hand grabs at yours to pull it down, and the back of your limp hand feels the hardness in his pants. Your gut burns, but despite this you refuse.

“I’ll reward you tomorrow, that sound good?”

He doesn’t say anything, but nods with vigor and accepts your answer, of course, as he wouldn’t push despite being drunk.

“Now let’s get you to bed, tipsy.”

He steps (stumbles) towards your bedroom, and you resist a giggle when he walks halfway into the doorway. Finally, your reach the duvets, you drop right in the middle of it. He shimmies his way under the covers, you smile.

“Snug as a bug in a rug, huh?”

He talks halfway smushed into the pillow, “Hold me,”

Your heart, like it always does with him, throbs with the intensity of love. Feeling no reason to deny this very tempting offer you crawl right beside him and cuddle him into a restful sleep.

It’s a few hours when you wake up, your eyes open to your ceiling and shuffling at your side.

You automatically turn your head to look at the clock at your bedside table and you see it’s 10 in the morning. Your turn to look at Peter, and finds him laying at his side looking at your already.

“Hey,” his voice is raspy, a voice you won’t admit to you being very weak to it. There’s a sort of intimacy of sleeping and waking up to someone right by your side.

“Hello there, feeling better?”

He nods, and rubs his face unconsciously into the side of your arm. “Much.”

You nod, “why’re you awake?”

At this question he doesn’t answer at first, and now he tucks his head lower as if to hide. He stays there and his answer is muffled when he responds.

“You said I’d get a reward,”

“At 10 in the morning?”

He peeks up to glare at you.

“And also, technically I said that at 1 am, so your reward wouldn’t be until tomorrow.”

His eyes turn a bit desperate, as if he’s craving it so badly even jokes and banter pains him at the thought of losing it. This realisation has your body warming.

“Please,” it’s one word, but his breath catches and it sounds almost broken. He doesn’t know how much you want him, sometimes you wonder if this craving you feel for him is a newtons cradle between the two of you, a steady slam of desire and love going back and forth.

You smile, like you do so easily at him, and give in.

“Want to turn around?”

He does so without word, duvets and blankets twisting and turning. You grin.

Your hand drags down to his chest first, feeling his nipples outside of the fabric. He sucks in a breath. Immediately his legs start moving. He does it subconsciously, a squirmer to the core, it’s incredibly endearing.

You slip your hand under the shirt and feel his abs, they’re warm, like every other part of him. But then you drag your nails over his nipples before pinching them. Peter moans this time, and it has your hips grinding against his ass just once to satiate the heat that blooms at your crotch. He arches back to meet your grind, but in a strong act of self control you put your hand on his hip only once to still him.

Your hand goes to his shorts, and he lifts himself awkwardly at his side to get them and his underwear off. His cock bobs to nearly slap at his lower stomach.

You feel almost in a hurry once your hand grabs his warm dick, and you realise that you’re feeling a little out of control out of desperation. You want him so badly you ache. He gasps, and humps into your hand, “please, please!” His voice breaks, and you lay your lips by his ear.

“You want to cum?” He gets goosebumps as soon as you speak.

“Yes.”

“Do it, then.”

He immediately starts grinding into your fist. You don’t help, and instead smirk behind him. It only takes a little while of huffing and puffing, but soon Peter seems to realise that it’s not enough.

“I need help, please,” he stutters, and his voice sounds a little wet.

“Really? You do? What do you want me to do?”

He whines, and grinds slowly into your fist again, a few trickles of precum slides down.

“Jerk me off.”

“Like this?” Your slowly drag your first down the length of his hand and back up again, he gasps with the relief it brings him. More precum appears.

“Yes! Yes!”

“Alright then.”

And with that, you start jerking him off fast and hard. He chokes in surprise, before his moans start coming uncontrollably. You’re mean with your pace, and you don’t let down even when your arm starts hurting.

Soon you know he’s about to cum, his voice starts pitching higher and higher.

“Fuck, fuck! I’m-,”

“Is my baby gonna cum? Yeah?”

He nods fast and clumsily, and right as he’s on the edge, you stop. And Peter, who’s been through sadism and games with you before, sobs.

“Shhh baby. You knew that would happen, didn’t you? I’m so mean, aren’t I?”

It’s patronising, mean. And you feel him throb in your hand. You resist grinding against him for relief. You kiss the length of his sweaty neck and his tear stained cheek lovingly.

Feeling he’s had enough, you start again. Your pace isn’t as fast as before, but rather affectionate.

“Alright, I’ll let you come now. You’re always being so good, so polite for me. You’re a good boy, Peter, you know that?”

He cries and jumps into your hand. “I-I love you, s-so much.”

Your heart shoots into your throat and you smile widely. “I love you too, baby. More than anything.”

and with that, he comes.

[choccyhearts]

i've been as snug as a bug in a rug every night lately, and i can't stop thinking about cuddling with eddie bear and being two snuggly bugs together🥺🥰

he comes home from a long day, body worn and tired. he slugs toward his room, shoulders slouched and eyes drooping, before lazily pushing his bedroom door open with his foot as he lets a loud yawn. once his eyes settle on the lump on his bed, his eyes brighten up, and his mouth breaks into a toothy grin.

all burrowed beneath his blankets is his sweet baby angel.

he quietly undresses himself down to his boxer shorts before tugging on the first pair of sweatpants he sees. he gently lifts the numerous blankets covering you, feeling like he's unwrapping a present on christmas. he slides under them and rolls close to you.

you stir and mumble as two arms wrap around you.

"jus'me, sugar, only me," eddie murmurs.

you grumble and cuddle closer to him, very happy to have your personal heater again.

"stop leavin' me, i always get cold," you sleepily complain.

eddie chuckles softly, his heart filled with warmth and love at your words.

"alright, baby, i'll try to stop."

he kisses your temple before relaxing into you, ready for a nice, long nap.

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

I'm going to take this game a little too seriously

1. soft caretaker or rough caretaker?

2. stoic whumpee or just-a-miserably-sick-whumpee?

3. fainting or vomiting in whump?

4. oxygen mask and conscious or just deep coma?

5. hyperthermia or hypothermia?

6. hospital setting or field medicine?

7. bandages or stitches?

8. heart disease or lung disease?

1. soft caretaker! after the hell that whumpee's been through, I love giving them someone to help patch things up properly

2. stoic whumpee is my absolute fave kind of whumpee. they're the type that nobody suspects to fall ill or get injured, so when they are, it's ten times better.

3. this is actually super hard lol. I'm going to go with fainting since i love LOC (loss of consciousness) in whump, and the image of Whumpee's eyes rolling back in their head, knees buckling, gets me every time. don't get me wrong, though- despite being an extreme emetophobe irl, vomit in whump works great for me!

4. deep coma all the way. comatose whumpees are my FAVE (I have a post on intubated whumpees if you're interested)

5. ohhhhhhh GOD. difficult. hyperthermia has cool IV fluids and numerous ice packs and sweating and shirtless whumpees and AHHHHH but hypothermia has bundles of blankets and warm IV fluids and warmed oxygen and AHHHHH. gonna go hypothermia purely because of whumpee bundled beneath blankets feeling exhausted and snug as a bug in a rug while they're recovering, but it's VERY close.

6. Hospital setting. I'm a sucker for ICUs and machinery and operating rooms, babey.

7. stitches! especially if Whumpee has to be sedated a little to get them, or completely under anesthesia.

8. OOOH another tough one. heart disease is great (said nobody ever) because you have the potential for big surgeries and big events and mmm yes I like a lot, but lung disease is ALSO great (said nobody ever) since breathing difficulties and intubation potential. still gonna say heart disease, though, because I think overall there's more to play around with.

thanks for the ask!!!

[spoohie]

I’m sorry but the entire group of NRC first years are all such blanket hogs. I cannot see any of them not snatching blankets off in the middle of the night except maybe Jack.

Deuce and Epel are kickers. Ace twists and turns and talks.

Sebek doesn’t move, but he wraps himself in this cocoon thing. Snug as a bug in a rug.

Jack lays on the blanket and you can’t tug it back from under that rock of a dude.

[swampstew]

KillerCook Chapter 12

Welcome to Raven’s Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight’s story. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI

TGIFF – thank goodness its fuckin Friday! A long and exhausting week now behind you after a delicious late-afternoon nap, you can finally get your weekend going! First things first, phone. No better feeling than laying snug in bed and scrolling. Snug as a bug in a rug, want a hug?

Laughing to yourself at the internal rhyme, your carefree tone drops as anguish roils in your stomach. There are several notifications on your screen banner. But the one that makes you feel like you’re going to scream is the notification for KillerCook going live.

An hour and a half ago.

You take measured breaths as you robotically punch in your passcode and open the app, praying to any deity willing to help to keep you from missing a chance at seeing them.

Your reasons for breathing.

For going on each grueling day.

You suck in air as the app connects to your internet, only to let out a whimpering sigh of relief when you see the live is still going.

‘KillerCook is live: Kid Pirates BACA it up!!’

“GODS THEY’RE SO FUCKING COOL AND AMAZING!!!!” you squeal into your pillows. Giddily kicking your feet into the rumpled sheets, you press the volume button to its highest setting.

“Gang, thanks so much, take a moment and give yourself a shoulder pat. We’ve been live for nearly two hours and we met the donation goal in the first 50 minutes. I’ve never had to improv so much in my [redacted] life!!” the head chef gushed to the camera. “We really appreciate the enthusiasm to see us strip down and crush things in support of our biker crew chapter. Each donation means a lot not only to us but to the people its going to help.”

“Now the finale you’ve all been waiting for,” Killer teased as he and the others began to dress down into the dangerously skin tight swim trunks they wore under their respective pants.

“The big squeeze! To recap, our highest donors would get the privilege of having their user name on the melon as we squeeze them between our thighs. Who should start?”

The app notifications were pinging so fast that it sounded like the alarm itself was having a stroke.

“You can’t vote for me all 4 times,” Kid rolled his eyes, “Try again and actually follow directions!”

After an unsatisfactory stalemate, Kid made the executive decision to direct the line up. Wire was the first man to squeeze his melon.

Wire’s swim pants left nothing to the imagination, probably a bit more than he intended as he wrapped his towel around his pelvis and lower stomach.

A round, plump watermelon sat snug in his lap, the lucky patron – NightmareBeforeAugust.

“Hope your head doesn’t pop for realsies,” Wire winked before making overdramatic stretching motions. Properly limber, he adjusted his seat crossing his calves over each other as the melon began to develop bumps and tears on the skin.

Clasping his hands shut and locking his ankles tight, Wire squeezed his thighs again causing the watermelon to split vertically. Juice sprayed and splattered across his lap and chest, little chunks of melon lightly hit his face from the force.

“Juicy,” Wire laughed.

Heat was the next victim. He wore slightly looser fitting swim trunks that came down mid-thigh. His toned legs were still visible exposing his thorny vine tattoos extended down his thighs stopping at the knee.

Pulling his hair back in a loose bun, Heat lowered safety glasses over his eyes and pulled a travel-sized bottle of tajín from his pocket.

“Really, Heat?”

“What? A man has needs.”

Doing a quick stretch routine, Heat nestled the watermelon in between his thighs. The patron, SlapMyMass_ND_CallMe, was inked across the fruit with bright silver marker.

“Hey is it cheating if I’m holding it with my hands? I just wanna make sure it doesn’t slide out or anything,” Heat asked.

“Heat is weak you heard it here first folks!” Kid crowed in the background, the sunny rays bouncing off his aviator sunglasses. Heat threw a bottle of sun lotion at the redhead.

“Only if you don’t use your hands to actually break it. I don’t know, I would say its fine but we’d need to see your watermelon up close and personal.”

Moving the camera so it was right in front of Heat, “Ok viewers, call his ass out if he cheats!”

Wire was barking with laughter, “OI! JaneyM1098 says: ‘If I’m seeing his ass I’m staying friggin silent, no one snitch!!!!’”

That made Kid and Killer roar with laughter. Heat looked unimpressed with everyone.

Clearing his throat, Heat adjusted himself until he was seated in a yoga position, commonly known as the boat pose. Balancing on his sitting bones, Heat clasped the watermelon vertically in his hands, bringing them to the upper part of his thighs just before the knees.

 Hooking his ankles together quickly, Heat applied an immense amount of pressure that made the watermelon practically crumble between his thighs. Pulp and juice coats his hands and thighs – to which he grabbed his tajín powder and started lightly coating his hands.

“Heat not on camera Jesus!” Kid grimaced as the bluette licked his hands clean.

“Eat my shorts.”

“No [redacted] thanks.”

“Kid you’re up,” Killer threw a towel at the redhead’s face.

Eustass Kid has muscles for days.

His body a never ending river of waves, channels, and dips from the contours of his physique. The perfect amount of muscle to body fat ratio, a near perfect human specimen. Wearing a deep red bathing suit that really should be considered just briefs – they were a snug fit.

“I’ll bust this melon in less than 30 seconds,” Kid proudly boasted, lightly tossing his watermelon in the air. “Hey CraftyBitchNextDoor, I last way longer than that,” he winked at the camera, making the others groan.

Dropping to the ground, Kid leaned at an incline while raising his legs in the air. Putting the melon between his thighs, Kid put his arms behind his head and stuck his tongue out at the camera.

The watermelon put up no resistance as Kid’s thighs squished it, making the melon pop as the red flesh oozed from the rind and all over his body. Juice squirted out and hit his chest, running down to his lap and red chunks of flesh pooled with it as he laid back, proud of his accomplishment.

“That was 8 seconds babe!” Kid his hand up with the sign of the horns, waving it back and forth.

The notifications were beginning to buzz over the music.

“Ok these comments are way too horny for chat, you’re all perverts!” Wire admonished the viewers. “Killer let’s wrap this up, I can’t even say the things I want to say without your audience going [redacted] feral. Suffice to say, I want to shower up and clean this juice off me!”

“Oi don’t rush me, this is my show!” the blonde scoffed, peeling off his sweaty white stringer tank top. Sitting on the floor, Killer rolled the watermelon between his palms as if he was checking to find the fruit’s weak point.

Facing the melon forward so the top donator’s name was easy to see, “- _LickMeImUrLollipop thank you for being one of the most generous people that’s supported this channel. You’re donation was so large I almost wanted to deny it. I feel like I need to pay you back or something,” he chuckled.

“Ohh shit she answered!” Heat called out excitedly. “If you wanna make me dinner as thanks I wouldn’t be opposed.” Letting out a wolf howl, “Killer’s got a hot date!”

“Shut up Heat!” Killer’s neck was flushed red. “Hmmm we’ll talk Lollipop. For now, I’m gonna squish your melon. In the name of Bikers Against Child Abuse!” Killer placed the melon between his thighs.

“I hope you join us for another charity stream in the future y’all. You’ve impressed us so much and we know of a ton of places that can use help from people like you.”

Without further flair, Killer slammed his thighs together making the watermelon burst and fly apart. As red juice and flesh rained around the TikTok influencer, he took a moment to flex his biceps for the camera.

“Yeah, I did that. I slayed that!” Killer chuckled again. “Ok, I’ve getting too silly which means its time to say goodbye,” he stood up with his friends surrounding him.

“I love you all, catch you next time! This has been Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer.”

Live has ended.

Bonus: Pinned Post

KillerCook: Charities, non-profits, and other organizations near and dear to our hearts. Please consider donating, sharing the links, or spreading the word of these organizations to help them meet their goals.

Bikers Against Child Abuse - https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=NW3T5W7Z66U8E

Planned Parenthood - https://www.weareplannedparenthood.org/onlineactions/2U7UN1iNhESWUfDs4gDPNg2?sourceid=1000063

One Click for Palestine - https://arab.org/click-to-help/palestine/

UNRWA - https://donate.unrwa.org/-landing-page/en_EN

Grassroots International - https://grassrootsonline.org/donate/

Jewish Voice for Peace - https://www.jewishvoiceforpeace.org/contribute/?sourceid=1002270

The Trevor Project - https://www.jewishvoiceforpeace.org/contribute/?sourceid=1002270

Point of Pride - https://www.pointofpride.org/donate

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[thetownwecallhome]

Oct 7th - "Sleepyhead"

Snug as a bug under your rug~