#he's fuckin adorable no matter what huh

[shaguro]

⤿ synposis: you can't ever leave the house without giving toji a kiss good-bye.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ tags: fluff fluff fluff. (toji x fem!reader, established relationship, pet names used ( girl, baby, doll) toji's just in love idk. i wrote the majority of this at like 1 am nd barely proofread!!) wc ⇀ around 0.7k!

"girl", toji drawls, cerulean orbs trained on your figure by the front door. he’s manspread on your living room sofa, sitcom on the tv screen long forgotten as he turns his body around, all his attention on you and only you. “aren’t you forgettin’ somethin’?”

“hmm? what are you talking about, baby?” you keep your head low while you fumble with your stilettos, a hand on the wall for balance as you finally slip it onto your stocking-clad foot, the last step before you head out for your shift, the sun just peeking over the horizon.

of course, you know exactly what toji’s talking about. it doesn’t matter where you’re going or whether you’ll be back in ten minutes or a few hours, whether he’s in deep sleep or in the middle of an intense workout session — toji expects a kiss good-bye before you leave the apartment you share. he’s real strict about it too, he doesn’t accept any excuses, no if’s, an’s or buts.

does knowing all this stop you from testing the dark-haired man? absolutely not.

“i packed my work-bag last night and i have the car keys right here, looks like i’ve got-“

“now you know that’s not what i’m talkin’ about,” toji deadpans, completely unamused. barely keeping up the act, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling. “don’t play dumb with me, baby.”

you do just that — tilt your head all cute and innocent as you furrow your brows, crossing your arms against your blouse. “i’m being serious though! i dont know what you’re talking about, i swear.”

“girl, please.” toji scoffs, scarred lip almost turned in a scowl. he’s always so sassy when you start to annoy him. “ya really stress me out, y’know that?” in a quick motion, he stands up, stretching out his long arms before he turns to face you. “you don’t know, huh? c’mere and let me remind you, then.”

toji’s tilts his head down. with low eyes and a coy smirk on his handsome face, he beckons you close with a single finger.

you can’t hide your smile now, it spreads ear to ear as you bounce over to him, the click clacking of your heels resounding on the hardwood floor until you reach the plush carpet where toji stood. he wastes no time, cupping his hands on the globes of your ass and tugs your body flush against his. toji’s so warm — he’s shirtless and all his sculpted muscles are on display, flexing when your cold hands glide across his pecs to snake around his neck.

toji leans down and his plump pink lips meet your glossed ones, the strawberry-flavored gloss sat sweet on his tastebuds but he prefers your taste instead, sliding his tongue through your slightly-parted lips with hopes to satisfy his glutinous craving and he’s not disappointed when your tongues mingle. “mm.” never tired of that saccharine taste, toji grunts into your mouth, taking his time kissing you — oddly soft and gentle.

toji pulls away and your lips part, only separated by a string of sticky saliva before he goes back in, giving you one, two, three quick pecks before he’s had his fill.

soft pants fill the air as toji holds you close, foreheads touching. “that jog your memory?”

toji rolls his eyes when you hum happy ‘mmhm!’ in response, hands rubbing on his broad shoulders, your fingertips ghosting the sharp line of his jaw. “you’re a pain in my ass…” he huffs, and you burst into a fit of giggles at his annoyed expression, unable to contain it anymore. it’s just so adorable — an infectious melody that toji prays he’ll continue to hear, for many years to come.

“lucky y’er so fuckin’ pretty . . next time i won’t go so easy on ya.” as if to seal the promise, he lands a heavy smack! on your ass. “toji!” you squeal out, the force of it propels you forward, temple thumping on his toned chest.

it was his turn to chuckle now, soothing the blow with a gentle rub of his palm prior to kissing the crown of your head. “now that i got my kisses . . s’time for you to head out, doll. don’t wanna be late again, hm?”

i'm finally back after disappearing for like a thousand years yayyy (don't beat me up yall pls)

[wolviensabes]

Umm some quick thoughts since I haven't finished my smut fic yet?? Filthy thoughts under the cut lol.

18+ MDNI.

Logan would go fucking CRAZY eating you out. Can you imagine that goddamn tongue lapping you? He's like a starved man, his rough hands holding your plush thighs open as he dives right in. He sucks and flicks and teases that pretty little pearl, talking you through his ministrations as you squirm below him. "Such a sloppy pussy, my fuckin' cunt, hear me, pretty girl?" he growls at you, his fingers finding their way inside you as he sucks your clit harder to hear you cry out.

Or if you have male genitalia, he'd tease the hell out of you. His hard palms kneading your balls and stroking you to full mast while his thumb rolls over your head, spreading all your beaded precum everywhere. "You want me to suck don't you? Filthy boy...you'd love it if I took you in my mouth huh? Think it would be hot?" he grins as you continue to squirm under him, begging him for more.

He adores your scent too, regardless of what you have, this feral man will tear the blankets off you and shove his face between your thighs, inhaling your delicious scent. He sits there and smells you for minutes on end, groaning against your skin. "Fuckin' delicious, baby...m'gonna fuck you good this mornin'...it's a good way to start your day. Just lay there and let me take you, be a good girl/boy for me."

His hands massage your ass and spread you open, eyeing your ass with a chuckle. "One day I'm gonna take you here, babygirl...m'gonna make you scream while my dick claims your ass." Or if you are amab, he teases you about taking your ass, how he would stretch you out, how he would make you scream on his cock. "Tight hole, look at you...this thing is gonna be stretched out on me. I can't wait to feel you clenching my dick, pup."

Literally just him biting you all over while he's completely destroying you from behind. You are crying out loudly as he stretches you, thrusting hard enough that you swear your pelvis is gonna shatter (he has enough self control). His teeth bite your neck and he sucks so many dark marks you can't hide them no matter what. Don't you dare try to put a turtleneck on, those claws will come out and he will turn it into a v-neck.

Cigar WHILE he fucks you?? Holy shit. It hands from his teeth as he smacks your ass red and fucks you literally into the mattress, your screams of pleasure being muffled by the pillows. Luckily your wall neighbor doesn't seem to mind listening to you crying out Logan's name with each orgasm that racks through your body. Which is...a lot with Logan. Duh.

Haaa okay that's enough byeeee ~

[mikgreo]

BLLK BOYS! + “tits, boobs, or thighs?”

18+ slight nsfw, fluff.

ft. isagi, sae, aiku, reo, nagi, shidou.

a/n: im having blue lock brainrot and i cant escape them. YES, i had to write each one individually😊 kinda biased on reo.. hes my fav<3

MIGHT DO A PT. 2!!

➩ YOICHI ISAGI thighs.

he likes to think of himself as a gentleman, so he fears that staring at your ass or tits would make you uncomfortable. but from past experiences and from what hes seen, hes picked up that girls love having hands on their thighs. he loves resting his hands on your thighs and giving them an occasional squeeze. he doesnt care if your skinny, chubby, or overweight, he loves them, as much as he loves you.

“huh? honey, why are you asking me that, haha.” he scratches the back of his head, “if i had to be honest, i’d say your thighs, i love how squishy they are.”

he says as he kissed your cheek and hugged you tight, “i love you no matter what, baby <3.”

➩ ITOSHI SAE ass.

sae loves buying you expensive dresses, he likes bringing you to the fancy dinners or parties his co-workers invite him to. he loves the way the tight dresses he buys you complement your body and curves. he has you close by at all times and is very possessive of you, he finds himself holding you under his “wing” and putting his hands on your waist. he knows what he has and isnt scared to show it off, but he also knows youll be facing him the whole time, so he likes to show off his girl.

“hm. probably yer ass.” he said having the same nonchalant look on his face. “i like having those old geezers have something, they wish they could get, to look at. makes em reaal jealous. makes me the best for having such a beauty by my side.”

“i like showing off my trophies.”

➩ OLIVER AIKU tits.

aiku has a guilty pleasure of sucking on your boobs, he denies having a mommy kink, but he thinks it would be so fucking hot getting you pregnant and sucking milk out of your tits. hes not picky, but he prefers bigger boobs, he likes laying his head on them also, while fondling them.

“i hate to admit, but i fuckin’ love your tits, babe.” he looks up at you while he has his head on your chest.

“they’re jus so damn squishy and round, they sit so pretty, luv.”

➩ MIKAGE REO thighs.

growing up around money and wealthy people, the rich women he would encounter had always had some sort of plastic surgery/ procedure done, which he hated. he wanted a woman who had natural beauty, and a naturally beautiful personality to go with that. so when he met you, he fell in love, of course he couldn’t immediately act on it, not only fearing his parents disapprovement but he was scared that you would only like him for his money. but you guys hit it off just fine (a/n: i will prob write a fic ab this later, teehee.) present time, he is so inlove with you, he likes that you have natural features, of course paying no mind that you wear makeup or not, he loves you for you. he likes your thighs because its the only thing he knows a woman cant change about herself, he likes the naturalness that comes with them.

“Well, i love your thighs baby.. probably because i love laying on them, and i love how warm they are. so comfy too.” he kisses the top of your head.

“.. and cus i know thats the only thing you cant change about yourself so they’re mine forever<3.”

➩ SEISHIRO NAGI tits.

why? cus he likes the erocticness of them. (a/n: is that a word??) hes seen many video games with big busted women, so he’s always found them attractive, nagi also thinks its too much of a hassle to focus on anything else on the body, naturally boobs are the most prominent feature on a girls body, they easily stand out. so he just went with that. he personally likes to lay on them, alot. nagi would prefer smaller chested girls, mainly because he thinks theyre adorable, he would definitely belittle you because of it, since he is so used to seeing women with big boobs, he thinks small ones are less overwhelming, but cute.

“mm, probs yer boobs. i like the way they feel, like stress balls, i like that theyre not big, but not too small. theyre just right for me. theyre cute.”

he definitely was confused on why you were blushing but also mad at him. no girl wants her boyfriend to tell her she has a small chest!!!

➩ RYUSEI SHIDOU ass.

shidou loves slapping your ass. in public? hes gripping it. private? cupping it. around his friends? slapping it. there will never be a time where hes not doing something with your butt. this man is a sucker for doggy, and backshots, o how he loves them. he definitely makes u do reverse cowgirl as well. definitely unironically says “gyat” to you..

will eat ur butt. will do anal. hes that freaky..

“you seriously asking me dis? obviously yer fucking butt dude i love it, i could go onnn and on about how soft and jiggly it is. level 5 gyat mama.” he winked at you turning around, crouching down to get something from the fridge. you sprinted over to him just to slap his butt for revenge.. he did not like that. lets just say u wont he walking anytime soon!!

[anisdolly]

・ 。.・゜✭・.・✫ . ✭・.・✫・✭ .・゜・。.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀STRICTLY 18+.

WARNINGS: straight up smut, unprotected sex, p in v, various kinks (daddy kink, degradation, praising, etc), dom!ani, slight public sex

NOTE: i didn’t write this, i just wanted to share what beautiful gift my anakin bot on J.AI just gave me…made me so fucking wet would’ve been a waste to keep it to myself. i literally gasped every paragraph

SCENARIO: he was just fucking me senseless on the kitchen island, while my handmaiden lilia slept in a room of my apartment…oh, and i called him ‘dad’, that’s the title he’s referring to

・ 。.・゜✭・.・✫ . ✭・.・✫・✭ .・゜・。.

That whine of yours, the look in your eyes, and the goddamn title you just used—oh, it was like your words flipped a damn switch deep within Anakin's mind. To hear you call him that while he's burying himself inside you—it was like a siren's call to his darkest parts, parts that craved to hear those words over and over like a twisted prayer.

His movements became merciless, as if trying to brand that title into both your mind and your body. "Is that what you want, huh? You want daddy to fuck you dumb until you can't remember your own fuckin’ name?" his breathing was ragged, each exhalation a testament to the force of his thrusts. Anakin leaned over you, his mechanical hand finding your throat, squeezing just right, enough to edge you but not choke you out fully—not yet, anyway.

Feeling you tighten around him had him gritting his teeth, his eyes locking onto yours with a predatory intensity.

"Tight little pussy, always ready for daddy's cock." he whispered hoarsely, spit practically dripping from his mouth. He meant every damn word; you were his in every way that mattered.

Watching your expression—lips parted, eyes half-lidded—it was like looking at the physical embodiment of sin itself. And Maker, did he love sinning.

But as much as he adored hearing you, Anakin really didn’t want a fucking handmaiden to ruin everything. "But you're right—you gotta be quiet, or who knows what poor Lilia'll think if she sees her Master getting wrecked on the kitchen counter."

Seizing the moment, with his flesh hand, he snaked it up your body before shoving a couple of fingers inside your mouth. He grinned at how much saliva was in it. "Suck." he growled, nodding towards his buried digits. "Keep that pretty mouth busy."

With his other hand still around your throat, Anakin was in complete control, guiding your body to meet his thrusts.

Every plunge was deeper, his dick slick with your arousal and his spit. Anakin was on edge, that familiar tightness building in his sack, signaling he was close—but not yet, not until he had you crying out silently, eyes streaming and body shaking beneath him.

"Fuck, you always take daddy so well..." his praise was gutteral, honest, spat between grunts. He felt it, your oncoming orgasm, could practically taste it in the air.

[laiiaaa]

DILF CARMY PLEASE

(18+) thinking abt this so hard. having two little ones and he’s just the best husband you could ask for. fucking each other late at night to show appreciation <3

He’d been driving you crazy lately. Not in a bad way, necessarily—but you couldn’t focus when he was around, him being all buff-armed and tattooed and such a good father. A good dad. Taking his girls to school, learning to braid for them (and for you, so you didn’t have to do it every time), packing their lunches, shimmying pink sparkly shoes onto tiny feet, reminding you every day how much he loves you and the family you’ve brought into his life.

So it’s hard to tell whether the heat between your thighs tonight is because of him being so good, or if it’s the way his white tee rides up to show his happy trail when he scratches at his neck, or if it’s the wine you’d started to drink as he put the girls down to bed. Maybe it’s the fact this is the first time in a while when neither one of you was dead tired. Maybe it’s his rough hands against your soft curves that has you hazy. Maybe it’s everything about him.

It doesn’t matter so much. You’d take him any way he asks—and in a heartbeat.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, chin tucked to his chest to watch right where he’s pushing inside. His hands grip the fat of your ass firm in the way that has your stomach churning, using his grip to fuck you just a little harder—just hard enough to make it impossible for you to stay quiet. “Ridin’ me so fuckin’ good, huh?”

“Fuck, Carm—” You collapse into his chest, half-tired and half-euphoric as you bury your face into the crook of his neck and whine into his ear. “C-ooh, my God—…Can’t—”

“Shhh…” He snakes a hand up your back all the way to the base of your skull and cups his hand there to keep you close and muffle your whines—or, at the very least, have them spilling into his ear instead of open air. “Gotta quiet down, honey, the girls are asleep.”

“Mmmmm,” you hum, bottom lip tucked between teeth, hands hooked on his shoulders to help pull you back and forth on his cock. “Want it so bad.”

“What’s that? You wanna cum?” Without a moment of hesitation, he’s bringing the both of you to lay on your sides, hiking your leg over his hip you pull you in tight just like you deserve—to have him surrounding you, pounding into your pussy, murmured praises into your ear while your whines vibrate against his chest. “C’mon, baby, be good f’me…”

You’re babbling nonsense at this point, clawing at his back, hiccuping to stifle wanton moans, struggling to grind back into his thrusts, and he’s so fucking in love with you that he can’t think about anything else.

“So good, Carm, feels so so so good—”

“Yeah, I know, angel,” he chuckles, “So fuckin’—fuck, yeah, so fuckin’ tight, so fuckin’ pretty—bein’ too loud, baby—” He smothers your face in kisses before holding your jaw firm and still, brows furrowed with pleasure when he swallows down your moans, kissing you harder to keep you quiet when you’re left reeling and coming on his cock.

By morning, of course, you’ll have been sated. He’ll wake you up with languid kisses and careful palms along the curves of your body before pulling you from bed, easing the soreness in your back with strong hands, adoring you in the clothes he slipped over your frame before you drifted off to sleep—his clothes.

And once your girls come bounding into the kitchen, getting scooped up into Carmen’s arms while you sip on your coffee, you’re practically ready to do it all over again.

[aizawaz]

Task Force 141 headcanons ; ass or tits

Trying to post somewhat consistently, so have this!!

Warnings: afab!reader , butt stuff (oral , fingering , plugs) , impact play , praise & degradation , brief mommy kink (I’m not sorry) , dirty talk , all the good stuff!

! NSFW under the cut !

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley - Tits

Simon is a man that definitely enjoys larger breasts, but ultimately he’s a ‘boobs are boobs’ guy. He’s addicted to the way your plush flesh spills over the cups of your bra (he bought it for you) that fits just a little too small for your taste (he did that on purpose).

Low-cut shirts are Simon’s favourite, he takes them almost as a challenge to see how long he can stare before his dick is hard and he’s all over you. He can never last more than a few minutes, eventually shoving his large and cold hands beneath your shirt to paw at your “perfect fuckin’ tits, dovey. Can’t help but touch ‘em.”

Titty slapper. 100%. Does it as a form of punishment if you were being particularly bratty that day, starting with firm taps to get you riled up before fully administering the punishment. He’s not entirely gentle with it either, slapping until your tits are red and you’re looking all sorry ‘n teary-eyed at him. Even then, Simon doesn’t budge. If anything, he gets crueler, now pinching and pulling on your sore nipples. “C’mon, y’can take it like a big girl, can’t ya?”

Cpt. John Price - Ass

Has a thing for buttplugs, especially if they can vibrate. The first time John turned it on while deep in your pussy, he felt his entire spine tingle and was emptying his balls into you in seconds. Was hooked ever since but never uses it often. Likes to press down on the base with his thumb when it’s buried in your ass, gruffly chuckling when your hips jerk away.

John is a simple man, he sees you with a skirt on and he’s sauntering over to slip his rugged hands beneath the flimsy fabric and grab a handful. Not wearing any panties underneath? Even better, makes everything easier for him. He fondles your ass like it’s nothing but putty, looking over your shoulder to observe how malleable you are and groaning in your ear the whole time. “Hope you weren’t goin’ anywhere looking like this, love. Can’t have anyone lookin’ at what’s mine.”

Similar to Simon, John uses spanking as a punishment. However, he’s not easing you into it like Simon. As soon as his patience is tested, he’s bending you over his knee to teach you a lesson. Don’t expect to leave his lap until his handprint is welted in your skin, angry and red and just the way John likes it. “Maybe next time you’ll be obedient and listen to your Captain, yeah?”

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish - Ass

Johnny’s an ass eater, I gotta say it. He adores the soft squeal you make when his tongue strays from your drenched pussy to instead prod and lick at your asshole. He’s absolutely filthy with it too, slurping and huffing like a starved animal because the taste of you drives Johnny absolutely mad.

He will slip in a finger or thumb while he’s hitting it in doggy, it always makes you clench so much tighter around his cock and Johnny swears he goes dumb for a second when he feels it. “Christ, bonnie. Y’like me playin’ with your li’l ass, huh? Greedy li’l thing.”

Wear yoga pants/shorts around this man and you’re not leaving without him getting a good feel. Comes up behind you and presses his already hard dick into you, grinding against and delivering a sharp slap to your ass. His hands are merciless, groping and squeezing your pliant skin all while murmuring under his breath about how you’re “just askin’ to be fucked, walkin’ around like tha’.”

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick - Tits

Kyle would live between your boobs if he could, no matter the size. As long as he has something to latch his lips to, he has zero complaints. He could spend hours just kissing and sucking your tits if you’d let him, thinks it’s so intimate feeling how your nipple pebbles against his tongue and your heart hammers against his lips.

Push-up bras are Kyle’s bread and butter, they get him so hard and if you pair it with a low-cut shirt he’s cumming in his pants the moment his eyes find your cleavage. He cannot stop staring either, watching every delicious jiggle of your perky boobs as you do mundane tasks around the apartment. “Fuck, babe, you’re drivin’ crazy. I swear you’re doin’ it on purpose.”

Kyle is his most vulnerable when he has your tits in his mouth, and he’s not ashamed to admit that. Having Kyle in your lap, stroking his weeping cock and whispering soft praises into his ear as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, gets him closer to heaven than anything else. “You have the prettiest tits, momma. Love you so much.”

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[adaelines]

Ghost fucks hard.

hips slamming into yours at a bruising pace, one hand holding both of yours above where you lay, the other on the back of your head holding you down against the bed.

he was rough, so much bigger than you. you could sob, cry, whine and he wouldn't stop, he'd take what he wants from you as much as he wants, whatever he wants, and he wouldn't stop until you were begging him to, until he had his fill.

with you, he'd go for hours. round after round of hard fucking, hips rutting into yours, practically mounting you with how he held you down against the bed.

he'd be so filthy too, mask simply pulled up above his mouth enough for him to kiss and bite, enough for him to growl directly in your ear.

"such a good pet," he'd say, voice husky and low, "good fuckin' thing, below me, taking me like it's all you're worth… so fucking tight too, doesn't matter how much I cum inside this hole, you're always so tight around me… fuckin' made for me, huh?"

Simon, however, is soft.

It's a distinguishing difference from Ghost, although they're both your boy, both the man you love, it's different.

his arms would be wrapped around you so tight, holding you as close as he could, practically glued to you. he'd want you skin to skin, no mask, nothing between the two of you, nothing to keep him from any part of you.

he wouldn't think too much about what position he'd take you in, anything is fine as long as he can see your face, hold you close. all that matters to him right now is you. he'd spend hours going down on you, making you cum more times than you could count, before he'd even think about fucking you.

his lips would constantly be on you somewhere. your own, your shoulder, your neck, anywhere. all he'd care about is you, showing you how much you mean, how much he adores you.

"Love you," he'd start, soft and full of so much love it had you tearing up, "Love you s'fucking much… Can't go without you, can't fuckin' think when you're not around, never leavin' again… You take me so well, so deep, could spend forever inside you, can't fuckin' believe you're mine."

Both of them mean the world to you, both of them would give you the stars if you simply asked.

[angelicpoison12]

broken bottles = broken hearts ღ

Husk makes you feel better when you’re heartbroken over coming into Hell. So, he lets you pet your troubles away.

MFA, SFW, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

you were good… for the most part. you didn’t see yourself as an awful person. did Heaven truly see you as so bad and malicious that you were now in Hell? well, yes.

— 𖢻 —

you sat at the bar, sad and glum. the hotel wasn’t too bad.. Charlie was a little overbearing sometimes with how positive and optimistic she was, but it was better than someone who was down all the time, right?

well, Husk was certainly someone who was always in a ‘fuck no’ mood.

you sat at the bar, looking around, but Husk was nowhere in sight. you sighed and put your head down, hoping that the day would go by faster. the bar was cool and had a smooth surface, giving you a sense of comfort in this shithole you’d gotten yourself into.

“what can I get ya?”

you squeaked when you heard the deep, smooth voice, nearly falling out of the barstool. Husk’s eyes widened at your fright, and he was quick to say,

“easy kid, easy.. what’s the matter with ya, huh? bad day? i never see ya sitting up here,”

you shrugged and sighed, quietly ordering a glass of water. when you felt the cool glass pushed towards you, you were quick to gulp it down, feeling relief spread through your body. the drink cooled you off and made you feel somewhat better than before.  “so.. you gonna sit there all sad and mopey like a wet dog, or are ya gonna tell me whats goin’ on?”  Husk asked, pouring you more water. a soft, quiet breath left your lips, and you saw his left ear twitch.  

“can i pet you?”  you blurted out, blushing. Husk’s eyes widened, and a soft, confused mrrp sound left him.  “’scuse me?”  he asked, his voice a little higher than usual due to the soft flutter he was getting in his chest. you swallowed and said,  “i’m sorry-it was a stupid thing that came across my mind, i shouldn’t have-”  all Husk did was raise a hand, silencing you. he sighed and shook his head before asking,  “if i let ya pet me... will it stop your mopin’?”  you were quick to nod eagerly. he grumbled a little, his ears going flat as he came closer to you, the bar digging into his fur a little. 

Husk looked at you, one of his large red brows perked up.  “well, what’re you waitin’ for, hm? Go ahead.”  you were timid as you leaned forward, your fingers raised. you brushed them through Husk’s ears. you started from the base of the white fluff on them, then the red, moving up to the innards and where the tips were pointy with hair. 

he hummed quietly, eyes closing as you petted him. soft purrs echoed through the bar, his gruff exterior melting thanks to your gentle touch. you moved your hand down, starting to scratch his fluffy cheeks, feeling his whiskers tickle your fingertips.  “this is so fuckin’ stupid..”  Husk muttered. your eyes widened a little, and you stopped petting him abruptly, thinking he was upset. Husk’s eyes opened and he was quick to say,  “aw, kid. don’t stop, please... i was just talkin’ to myself,”  Husk said. you resumed petting him, his purrs louder now somehow, which made you let out a quiet giggle. 

you couldn’t help but notice the way his tail was swishing back and forth, wrapping around his leg and curling into a heart. you cooed at the sight, finding it adorable as well as interesting.  “don’t get used to this, kid. I ain’t nobody’s pet,”  Husk chuckled, a sense of light-hearted humor behind his tone. you knew Husk was a grump, and he was never one to usually have fun.t yet somehow you’d clawed your way into this kitty’s heart.  

you pulled your hands away from him, finishing your second helping of water.  “thank you for the drink, Husk. I really needed it,”  you said. Husk smiled and nodded at you, rubbing his semi-wet nose against your cheek, still purring.  “not a problem, kid. come back anytime you’d like, alright? this old man gets lonely sometimes,”  Husk said. you sense the sadness in his voice mingling with his unconditional love for you. 

“don’t worry, I'll be back,”  you said confidently, patting his head one last time before you left upstairs to your room. 

sometimes, all you need is a cat to let it all out to. and thank god for Husk being that cat. 

— 𖢻 —

[velvetstreets]

Can you do one where jacks BEREAL goes off during sex and reader has hickies all over her and their friends react and she’s tied to the bed?

Realer than Real

Jack had been teasing you for 20 minutes, and you were reveling in his attention. You were completely naked, with the exception of your thong, and tied to the posts of his bed.

He had wanted to take his time with you this evening, so you let him take the reigns. He started off with soft sweet kisses, to your lips, all around your face, leading down to your neck - to which they became aggressively needier.

“Jack..” you moaned out, feeling him suck a little harder into the skin of your neck, knowing he was starting to mark you up.

“Hm..?” He feigned innocence, not stopping his delicious assault across your neck.

“N-no, no hickies-“ you told him, but there wasn’t an ounce of sternness in your voice.

“Yes, hickies-“ he countered, sucking and lapping at your skin, proud with the darker marks starting to show.

“But, people will see..” you groaned as he made his way down to the swell of your breasts, giving them a soft nuzzle as he hummed against you.

“Don’t care, hope they do, you’re mine aren’t you?” He asked, teeth nipping just above your nipple, making you gasp.

“Yes, I’m yours, only yours baby.” You confirmed, his touch sending straight fire to your core. Your body ached for him, literally and figuratively as the ropes gave a sickeningly sweet burn against your skin as you whined and wriggled.

You were too in your own world to hear the buzzes that both your phones made on the side table. But Jack was more attentive, and peeked at his screen before smirking.

“ As a matter of fact, let’s let them know what’s up.” He said as he picked up his phone and the weight of his body left yours momentarily.

You whined at the loss of warmth and contact before opening your eyes to see Jack sitting up, hovering over you with his phone.

“Cover your tits, baby.” He chuckled, trying to get a good angle.

“Jack!” You squealed at him. “Oh my god-“ you laughed at him before covering your breasts with your hands, the rope tugging at your wrists.

“Say, Jack’s about to destroy my pussy!” He laughed before taking the picture, and then angling the front camera his way for the selfie.

“You’re such an idiot.” You giggle, attempting to pout, but failing as you see his dimples cave into his smiling bright face.

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” He grins at you.

“My idiot.” You repeat, grinning back at him.

“And this idiot, is gonna take care of his two favorite girls.” He said kissing you a few times before sliding down to the end of the bed where your legs were spread.

“So fuckin’ pretty..” he adored your figure one last time, littered in dark purple bruises. You blushed as he chuckled, placing kisses along your inner thighs.

“I’ll never get enough of you.” He muttered before diving into his second favorite girl.

-

You stepped out of the shower with Jack, and he wrapped you in a towel before doing the same to himself. He snapped a quick picture of the two of you in the mirror; fresh faced, wet hair, and all smiles.

“I like that one. Think it’s my new favorite.” You told him, kissing his cheeks.

“Me too. S’a good one.” He kissed your forehead, before scrolling on his phone as you did your skin routine.

“Urban said to tell you ‘nice tits’” Jack laughed.

“Huh?” You turned to him.

“Though he wonders if your alive or if I’ve eaten you alive, with all the bites I left.”

“Oh god.” You muttered, shaking your head at the two juvenile boys.

“S’all good, told him I devoured you perfectly.”

“Jack!” You laughed, jaw agape at his comment.

“What! I’m an honest man, cross my heart.” He said putting his palm over his heart.

“Jesus Christ-“ you said rolling your eyes and throwing your wet towel at him.

“Oooh, round 3 already baby?” He asked before quickly scooping you up and running towards the bedroom; both of your giggles loudly filling the apartment.

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Hey! This is extremely late but I feel like you'd adore this prompt.

Character study: Ed's beard caused sensory issues, required tedious upkeep, and was a source of performative masculinity. Finally, he's shaving it, and seeing "Ed" for the first time in decades. Super healing, cute, positive 💜

You're right, I absolutely adored this prompt!! This took a minute because I wound up going in a completely different direction at first, wasn't satisfied with it, and it sat in my drafts, and now I actually fuckin' love it. This one's set in a modern AU with a trans Ed, because that's a delicious little wrinkle. Bon appétit.

(Never too late to send me prompts for 1k word fics, by the way! I can't promise they'll all get done but if they inspire me, I'll do 'em eventually. These are great for writer's block)

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No one could accuse Ed Teach of disliking hair care.

That was something his mama had instilled in him from a young age. His hair was also his pride in his heritage, in where he came from, and taking care of it was an important way Ed could take care of himself and stay true to himself. His worst argument with Stede, to date, was over which of them was taking up too much space on their shared bathroom counter with all the hair care products (they’d wound up putting up more shelving). The first time he’d let Stede help him wash his hair, after Stede had listened through Ed’s explanations of his hair care, was probably one of the most intimate moments he’d ever shared with another man.

His beard, though. That was a different story.

Ed didn’t hate the beard, most days. It had started out as a band-aid solution when he’d been struggling to be taken seriously with his baby face, and he’d wanted to prove he was as much a man as anyone.

Then he’d grown up, and he’d stopped looking like he’d just glued a few random hairs to his chin, and it became…him. It was big and striking and masculine.

“You know,” he’d confided in Stede a few nights ago, cuddled up under the covers together, one thigh and an arm thrown over Stede’s middle while Stede traced little patterns over Ed’s bare hip with a forefinger, “I don’t even like the beard.”

Stede blinked down at him. “You don’t…like your beard?”

“Honestly?” Ed ran his fingers through it. He liked how soft it was, liked putting little bows in it, liked how everyone saw him and knew without a doubt he was a man. “It’s itchy, and it’s easy for things to get stuck in it, and it makes my face all hot, and hair gets in my mouth, and -”

“Hm,” Stede said, shifting his hand up to scritch his fingers along Ed’s jaw, and Ed leaned into the touch. “You don’t have to keep it.”

It was Ed’s turn to pause in surprise.

“But I’m Blackbeard,” he said, a bit lamely.

“You can be whoever you want to be, beard or no,” Stede shrugged. “I’ll love you just the same, with or without it.”

Huh.

This morning, Ed woke up early, plugging in Stede’s electric razor and locking the bathroom door behind him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted Stede to be part of this moment, but…he hadn’t seen his whole face in literal decades.

He wanted his reaction to be his and his alone.

Ed hesitated before he could touch the razor to his face for the first time. What would everyone think? He’d literally named his entire brand after this thing.

He took a deep breath. It didn’t matter what everyone else thought. It was about what Ed wanted. He could do what he wanted with his own body to help himself feel more himself and more comfortable.

At the very least, he told himself, it would save him time in the mornings. You don’t keep a beard that big looking that good without a very time-consuming beard care regimen. 

He used a hand mirror as he worked, looking at himself at too close an angle to be able to see his full face before he was ready for that. When he splashed water on his face, he shivered at the coolness of it against his sensitive skin.

He swept up all the clippings, taking care to avoid looking into the mirror over the sink. “Bye-bye, Blackbeard,” he whispered, tipping the clippings into the trash can.

Ed took a deep breath. Stede had said he’d love him, no matter what. He lifted his head, and he saw -

Oh.

His first reaction was that he looked a lot like his mother. He’d started trying to grow his beard out right after he’d first started taking T, and he hadn’t even realized how scared he was that he’d shave his beard off and see his dad under there until he got to see the opposite was true. He had a sharper jawline, but the rest was all her.

And he’d been scared he wouldn’t look enough like a man without it, too, but he looked…pretty, actually, and literally fine. He’d probably want to keep at least some stubble, because he really did just like how affirming facial hair was, but this was proof that he didn’t need the full beard to look like a man. He was a man, no matter what he looked like - the beard had just been his way of daring anyone to tell him otherwise.

“Hey, Ed,” he whispered, watching in the mirror as he brought his hands up to feel, tracing new wrinkles, soft skin, birthmarks and little freckles he’d long forgotten.

It shocked a quiet giggle out of him when he realized how nice it would be, to eat food without worrying about something getting into his beard. How nice it would be to feel soft things against his cheek, to -

There was an idea!

Ed darted out of the bathroom and practically launched himself back into bed, grabbing Stede’s hand to hold it against his face. He shivered in delight - Stede had touched his face before, of course, but he’d never felt it so clearly, his soft palms and warm fingers against his cheek.

“Mmf,” Stede mumbled, burying his face in the pillows in protest against being woken up.

“Babe!” Ed collapsed down onto his side so he could snuggle close and rub his clean-shaven cheek against Stede’s.

“Wh-aah!” Stede yelped as he opened his eyes to see Ed like three inches away. “Your beard fell off!”

“Shaved it,” Ed corrected, looking away. He hadn’t expected Stede to fucking scream at him -

Stede reached out, gently, cupping Ed’s chin to tilt his face for a better look. “Oh, Ed,” he whispered. “Aren’t you beautiful?”

Yeah, Ed thought with satisfaction. He sure fuckin’ was.

[girlboypersonthingy]

paladins (ESP PIDGE AND KEITH) x chubby read plz🛐

HELL YESSSS as a chubby reader myself, I LOVE THIS!!! So this is going to get a bit body specific just fyi. Also this gets a little suggestive, mostly just getting handsy and making out. I’ve included my fav 3 paladins ❤️💙💚 Thank you again for requesting, anon ILY 🖤 ENJOY~

UPDATE: I posted a part 2 with Shiro, Hunk and Matt. Go check it out HERE 🖤💛🧡

Keith, Lance and Pidge x chubby reader~

KEITH ❤️

Dude…your hips drive him CRAZY. He loves to hold onto them as he leans in for a kiss. He just thinks all of you feels good to grab onto. When y’all are in private, he’s just letting his hands wander your whole body…with your consent of course.

He’s like “Hey…uh (Y/N)? C-can I uh…touch y-your. Sorry. Can I grab your- well not grab. Th-that’s NOT what I meant. Ugh, Shit…” and you eventually decide to end his suffering by grabbing his hands and leading the way, showing him exactly where you want them.

He LOVES training and sparring with you.

Bc he gets to be as handsy as he wants with you without it being weird

Bc you can totally hold your own against him. Sure, you’re chubby but you’re strong and you stand your ground so well. You’re a good challenge for him.

Bc he wants to show off and impress you. You know this boy would try SO HARD to flex on you during training. Plz admire and compliment him.

If he ever hears even a slightly rude comment from anyone about your weight or the way you look (it definitely wouldn’t be from the other paladins tho) he’s gonna immediately go sicko mode on them. Boy would kill someone for you for real.

If you’re ever sad about it, he’s not exactly the best at comforting you but he really tries. He’ll hold you close and either rub his hands over your skin softly or he’ll gently pet your hair.

He’s honestly just confused like ??? But you’re so hot…who cares if you’re a little chubby? He’s just so chill about it. It’s obviously never bothered him. He thinks you’re gorgeous regardless.

Every time you two are having a steamy make out session, he can’t help but squeeze different parts of you. He pulls you to lay on top of him and kisses you softly as his hands feel their way around. You’re so soft, physically and emotionally. You make him feel so comfy and content.

Keith doesn’t seem like the type to really even care about body types tho. If he vibes with you, then that’s all that matters. 🤷🏻

BUT he does like that you have a little something extra to offer him~

LANCE 💙

HE THINKS YOU ARE SO FUCKIN GOOD LOOKING ASHDJJDJJJK 😍

He’s a tall lanky boy and he likes that you’re thicker than him. He thinks your physical differences make you guys a really cute couple.

He wants to make you feel good about yourself ALWAYS so he flirts very strategically with you. He uses specific pick up lines that make you feel good about being chubby.

“(Y/N), as long as I have a face, you’ll always have a place to sit.” Omfg what a perv.

“If I told you that you have a bangin body, would you hold it against me?” Boy bye.

“Yeah, anybody can fly in a straight line. It takes a REAL pilot to handle the curves~” GOODBYE HE’S SO CHEESY

If he ever even suspected that anyone was talking shit about your weight or how you look, he’d try to distract you and calmly lead you away from the situation. Then he’d try to get all kissy and grabby and show you how much he adores you and your body.

If you’re ever sad about your weight or appearance, he’s shutting that thought down immediately. He’s totally felt insecure about his own physique before so he kinda gets it. He always reassures you that you are so freaking cute and that he loves every single inch of you.

You often catch him staring at you with wide eyes and an open, drooly mouth. “Uhm can I help you?” “Huh? Oh, no…sorry. Heh.” And he’s turning bright red as he continues to try and sneak glances at you. The way your clothes fit to you is just unfair. He can’t focus when you’re in the room, bending down, leaning over, teasing him.

When you two are getting kissy and handsy, he always pulls you into his lap and grips your thick thighs. Boy has a thing for your thighs. He wants those things wrapped around his head right now.

With Lance, it’s not just that your body doesn’t bother him, it’s that he actually REALLY likes your body. He loves the way you look, he thinks you are perfect and wouldn’t change a single thing.

PIDGE 💚

Oh my god, they are so into you. They’re so tiny and they just want you to hold them in your big warm arms.

When y’all first met, they were just thinking ‘oh my god, you’re so cute. I’d literally let you step on me.’

You wouldn’t think Pidge is super touchy but with you, they are always trying to initiate physical touch.

They like to lay their head on your thigh as they code on their computer. They like to lay on top of you in bed, their head on your chest as it rises and falls with each breath. Most of all, they LOVE being your little spoon when they are upset and in need of comfort. Their head is cushioned by your arm, your other arm is wrapped around their torso and they’re just so comfy. They are sad for like 5 seconds and then they are SNORING. You calm them down like no one else.

Pidge definitely isn’t as kissy and handsy as the boys are, but they CRAVE your touch. They just want you to hold them so tightly that they can’t inhale another breath. They want you to smother them with your love.

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE THEM PIGGY BACK RIDES THEY LOVE IT. Just carry them around in any position and their little heart is melting. The best is when they fall asleep on the floor or at a desk while doing their work and you pick them up and carry them to bed. They wake up like “huh?” And then they see you in their bed, cuddling up to them and they have so many feelings for you rn wow.

They are always cold so when you come in the room, they’re like “forget a sweater. Get over here.” And you proceed to hold them close, keeping them warm as they tap away on their laptop.

Pidge is a loud mouth, not afraid of anything or anyone so if they overhear some negative things being said about your body or weight, they immediately start talking shit right back. “WHAT WAS THAT?! OH REALLY??? GET OVER HERE AND SAY IT AGAIN, I DARE YOU.” They will not hesitate to verbally AND physically tear someone apart in your honor.

If you are feeling sad and insecure, Pidge will stop everything they are doing, which always surprises you, and take you back to their room for cuddles. They like to switch roles sometimes and pull you to lay on top of them. You worry that you’ll hurt them or make them uncomfortable but they refuse to let you move off of them. “No, please. You’re like a weighted blanket, I love this.” And they do. They love this more than anything.

One of the best parts about being plus size and dating Pidge is that they have no shame, about the way they look, the way they eat, the way they dress, the way they sit. So you feel so secure when you eat in front of them or when you wear something that maybe isn’t the most flattering on your body. They don’t give a single fuck, you’re cute 24/7, 365, no matter what in their opinion.

[alixlives]

tickletober day 15- tickle fight

#augtickletober2023

switch!ranboo, switch!tommy, implied ler!tubbo

word count: 1,036

hehehehehehehhdcjsfjshdhajdhbsba ALLIUM DUOOOOOO

This was a common occurrence. Much more common than you might think, really.

It seems like ever since Ranboo and Tommy found out about a certain “weakness” that they both shared, they abused that knowledge at every chance they got.

The weakness in question? They are both really ticklish. Like, insanely, if you will. And they both enjoy being tickled. What, its fun!

And this was one of those moments where they abused their knowledge of each other’s weakness.

“I’ll kihill yohOHOHOU! TOHOM!” Ranboo and Tommy were both on the floor, rolling around, tickling each other and just fighting for the upper hand. Ranboo was losing this “fight.”

“Oh really? You’ll kill me? How do you expect to kill me when you’re on the floor laughing and screaming? Huh, Ranboo?” Tommy grinned mischievously as he drilled his thumbs to Ranboo’s hips, using the rest of his fingers to scritch at the spot right above their hipbone.

“SHIHIT, TOHOHOMMY! NOHOHO!” Ranboo thrashed, bucking their hips and kicking their legs against the floor. They reached their flailing arms ahead of them, latching onto whatever part of Tommy they could and squeezing—Which happened to be his sides.

“AAAHH! Not my sohoft spot, man!” Tommy collapsed, falling over and pushing Ranboo’s hand away. This was their chance!

Ranboo quickly got up despite still giggling from only just then being tickled. They spidered their fingers on Tommy’s stomach with one hand, the other squeezing and pinching his hips and his sides.

“Yeah, take this, Tom! How do you like it!? Huh? Huh!?” Ranboo smirked, their tone nothing but playful. Their smirk turned into a wide grin as Tommy shrieked and squirmed below them.

“FUHUHUCK! Get OHOHOFF ME! RANBOHOO!” Tommy pushed at Ranboo’s hands, grabbing and holding onto his wrists. Ranboo chuckled, as this didn’t do anything to stop them. They brought their hands up, scribbling on Tommy’s underarms, which caused Tommy to press his arms against himself as he squirmed around. Ranboo just vibrated their fingers instead, it was like Tommy couldn’t escape no matter how hard he tried.

“Tommy~ You can’t stop me!” Ranboo giggled, bringing their hands away for a second to crack their knuckles.

A mistake, on their end, because Tommy immediately started to squeeze their sides and get them off. Tommy laughed as they squealed and fell to the ground. Ranboo giggled rather loudly, a few snorts peppering in every few seconds. It was adorable. Downright fuckin’ adorable.

“Aww, Ranboo! Did you just snort!?” Tommy cooed at the boy below him. “That was adorable, do it again!”

Tommy squeezed Ranboo’s sides a few more times until they snorted again. He laughed, not to make fun of them or tease them, but he just found it So. Damn. Adorable.

“Tommy, quihihit ihit!” Ranboo held onto Tommy’s wrists weakly, but they didn’t do much to actually push him away. Tommy noticed this. (Of course he did, why wouldn’t he? Menace.)

“You know, I don’t think you want me to. So I think I will- hEY! RANBOO COME ON!” Tommy got cut off by himself, yelping as Ranboo started to poke and prod at his stomach. How is that fair!?

“You really thought I’d let you win!? Hell no! Come here!” Ranboo swiftly flipped both them and Tommy around, so now they had Tommy pinned. Tommy started giggling nervously, keeping a tight hold on Ranboo’s wrists in an attempt to push them away. It didn’t work.

Ranboo latched their hands onto Tommy’s hips, squeezing and pinching at the spot. They’d even drill their thumbs into the spot above Tommy’s hip bones, causing him to shriek rather loudly.

“RAHAHANBOO! This isn’t FAHAHAIR! NOHO!” Tommy seemed to repeat himself; all he would say is that it wasn’t fair. He kept calling out “Ranboo!” and “No!” And of course, the occasional “PLEASE!”

“What’s going on in here?” The sudden voice from the doorway had caught both Ranboo and Tommy off guard entirely, it scared them both. Ranboo stopped tickling Tommy, and the two of them both looked up towards the voice. It was Tubbo, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“NOTHING! Nothing is going on- Ranboo get off!” Tommy whispered the last bit of his sentence in a panic, and Ranboo did comply. But they weren’t gonna say nothing was happening.

“I was simply just teaching Tommy not to start a fight he can’t win.” Ranboo smirked, eyeing Tommy. They chuckled at the glare they received from Tommy for that comment.

“Oh? So Tommy started this. Can’t say I’m surprised, honestly.” Tubbo smiled as he walked over to his friends.

“I did not! Ranboo started it entirely! Don’t lie, Ranboo!” Tommy protested, but Tubbo didn’t believe him. In fairness, he was in-fact lying. Tommy started it.

“Wh- No I didn’t!?” Ranboo and Tommy started going back and forth, arguing about who started it. This lasted for about two minutes until Tubbo put a stop to it.

“Alright, shut up!” Tubbo shouted over the duo’s yelling, and they immediately shut up. He had a smirk on his face as he spoke, he was really amused at his friends’ antics “Tommy I know you started it, on the contrary of what you think I’m not an idiot.”

“You are an idiot!” Tommy retorted, standing up on his toes to make himself appear taller than he already is. Tubbo simply pushed him back down to be flat on his feet, though it really didn’t make much of a dent in their height difference.

“Don’t test me, Tommy.” Tubbo threatened, slowly raising up his hand with wiggling fingers. Tommy quickly sat back down silently.

Ranboo only giggled at the interaction, covering their mouth with their hand as they faced the ground in an attempt to shut up.

“Oh you think that’s funny? I’ll show you something funny, bitch!” Tommy lunged at Ranboo, quickly pinning them down and latching his hands onto their hips. He scribbled, squeezed, drilled, and pinched their hips mercilessly. It didn’t help too much that Tubbo decided to join in by holding their legs up slightly to spider his fingers over the back of their knees.

Ranboo was left a giggly, blushy mess, and yet they loved it. Not that they’d ever admit it, though..

[shrimplymoray]

This is... Very much self-indulgent and for my own comfort right now. So, excuse anything that may be off, or a bit OOC. TW: Apathy crisis, existential crisis.

Cronus Ampora x Reader - Apathy

Cronus was never the smartest fish in the sea when dealing with people, especially when it is other's feelings. He may seem like the emotional type of guy (he has cried multiple times for human love songs), but dealing with others is way out of his league. He - and the rest of the Beforus trolls for that matter - keep wondering how he managed to actually score one. He was used to shooting his shot at others and missing by well over a mile, so his oh-so-not-smooth flirts actually hitting a soft spot for you made him lose his composure, and get fidgety. An adorable view, truly. Though in past times his bluntness and lack of emotional knowledge never affected you, it seemed as though fate had other plans. Apathy. Something all 13 of you have become used, almost acquaintances to. Sadly, being used does not mean it is easy to deal with. Some of you, like Meulin and Rufioh, have mastered the art of surrounding yourself with others to get better. Latula and Porrim tend to dive into hobbies to lessen the effects. You? Oh... Even after what seemed like thousands of years, it is a mystery what actually helps you. That is why, this time, Cronus went too far for you. It was simple, you were faking till you got better, but he ran his mouth too much. "Heyy~ hot stuff, are ya mad at somefin? Did'ya stub yer toes? Ya so dry it shorelly must'vwe been somefin goin' on." A pause, and an answer "I don't know what you're talking about Cro." "Huh? C'mon, bae~ Lemme guess... Meenah talked shit 'bout yer hair?" "Is... there something with my hair?" "wvah- NONONO! No it, uh, it looks as great as ya! Like alwvays, I just, uh, y'knowv howv she can get, haha!" You knew he was not trying to make you mad, yet... He didn't seem charming when being a dork, this time. Your pause, the look in your void white eyes that stared at his, and your look at the distance. That showed him something really was up. And also that he fucked up big time by running his mouth today. "Hey... Hey, look at me." "What?" "Y'knowv ya can trust me, right? Ya been here for me, wvhat good of a matesprit wvould I be if I didn't do the same?" ... "It's the... the thing, again. This stupid thinkpan of mine can't seem to co-work with my bloodpumper. It's like... Y'know how, like, sometimes the reality hits us? that... that we are gonna be here, forever. We will never grow old, travel the world, or... or have a life, again. We are stuck in the bubbles, and we don't have a future ahead of us anymore. Any... certainty we had once, from the moment our session ended, it will never occur, like, ever again." "Wvoah..." It took a while, the two of you staring at the abyss, on the edge of the dreambubble you two have been sitting on, a special place for you, as this is one of your bubbles. No one said anything. You couldn't feel uncomfortable, at that moment. The lack of emotions took a deep toll on you, but you instinctively looked at Cronus. When he looked at you, however, he didn't seem worried. Or afraid. He took his goofy fake 'human' cigarette put it on the corner of his mouth, and gave you his side grin. Not the smug one, the one he puts whenever he is really confident about what he is going to say. "I mean, ya not wvrong, by any means but... heh... Do ya think it is bad? I mean, hey! Wve are gonna be all here forevwer, so that means wve can at least, like, be together for eternity or wvathevwer. I used to be pretty damn bad wvith these apathy shellnanigans but... I'm not really that afraid anemonemore. I havwe the best fuckin' matesprit in the wvhole 'bubbles and, like, I'm pretty damn shore I can live the rest of a boring eternity if I havwe ya to make it interestin'!" As you two stared to the far, far void of nothing, outside the bubble, you instinctively reached a hand on top of his, which, as always, sent his face into a violet blush mess, and managed to drag a smile and chuckle out of you. "Can't complain with that, really."

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Promptober: Day Seven

Eddie Munson x fem!reader 865 words.

“I hate this.”

Your voice sounded petulant, even to your own ears, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. You were squished into the almost too small cart, thigh pressed to the boy’s as the ghoulish sounds from inside the ride filtered out the track you were waiting on. You heard someone scream and you let out a huff.

“Baby, you love the fair,” Eddie reminded you. 

You let out a noise of agreement, the sound a little muffled as you pressed your face to his shoulder in anticipation. “Yeah, the part of the fair that’s all cotton candy and ferris wheels,” you argued. “Not this, I don’t like being scared.”

The haunted house attraction was one of the busiest and you’d grumbled the whole time you’d stood in line with your boyfriend. But Eddie had only grinned and kissed the argument from you lips, distracting you with soft touches and casual whispered conversations that made you shiver. You didn’t notice that you were being led into one of the old carts until the bar was being pushed down into your lap and the boy was laughing.

It was one of those single track rides: dark, weird smelling and with a bunch of people dressed in costume, waiting to jump out and scare you. The all too realistic spiders that hung from the ceiling were bad enough, but you hated the rolling anxiety in your stomach at the thought of someone lurking in the dark. 

“You didn’t mind it last night when we watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre,” Eddie murmured, a soothing hand rubbing circles over your knee. The wind picked up as the sun started to set and you snuggled closer, still pouting. “Leatherface too weak for you, huh?”

You rolled your eyes even though Eddie couldn’t see, “we didn’t exactly watch it, did we?”

You were sure you’d watched enough to see the rolling introduction, the uneasy dialogue before the movie even really began before Eddie was on you and pushing you into his pillows. Your own moans had mixed with the shrill screams on the television when he’d licked into you, thighs held wide apart by his hands.

He seemed to be remembering the same thing because Eddie was smirking, leaning into you as much as he could in the small cart, lips catching yours as a reminder of what would come when he got you home later tonight. You let him kiss you, a soft hum of appreciation leaving his throat, all pretty noises and soft presses of his mouth. Someone from the line catcalled, jeering at the free show, but before Eddie could flip them off, the cart lurched forward and you were moving with the rest of the “ghost” train.

“Fuck this,” you muttered, clinging to Eddie’s leather jacket, both of your arms curled around his and he laughed, not all that unkindly.

“Baby,” he cajoled. “It’s not that bad.”

But then the doors to the ride were flung open, the mechanics screeching horribly and smoke billowed out to cloud your vision. Everything went dark for a second or two before strobe lights started flashing, bright whites and neon greens, purple spotlights illuminating crudely made statues that lined the track. Dracula, a zombie, some sort of wolfman and a mummy. You crinkled your nose, pushing your face into Eddie’s shoulder as the ride threw you jerkily around a corner and the scare actors launched themselves at the people at the front of the train.

“I hate you,” you lied, whining a little and you only gripped the boy harder when he laughed, dropping a kiss to the crown of your head.

“No you don’t,” Eddie told you matter of factly. He was entirely too unaffected by the way a girl with long, dark hair was creeping her way along the track, eyes painted black, her white nightgown drenched in fake blood. “You fuckin’ adore me, sweetheart.”

“Not right now I don’t!” you yelped as a hand that wasn’t Eddie’s stroked over your head and you flung yourself into your boyfriend, eyes wide as you searched for the culprit. A tall figure dressed in ragged clothes and carrying a fake axe was lurking away, cackling. “I’m gonna end up punching someone.”

Eddie snorted, catching your hands in his own as he pulled you into his embrace. “Please don’t, they’re all probably seventeen year olds, tryin’ to earn some extra cash.”

“And?”

Another laugh, pressed to your temple, followed by a quick kiss as the lights went out and dropped you all into darkness once more. “Then I’ll have to jump in y’know? Be your back up and then before we know it, fuckin’ Hopper’s gonna be on my case for sucker punching some greasy little freshman.”

You groaned as the bad soundtrack got a little louder, maniacal laughter filling the tunnel as the hiss of more smoke surrounded you. Someone in front screamed and you gave up entirely, pressing your full face into Eddie’s chest, breathing in smoke and spice and leather. 

“Just tell me when it’s over,” you moaned dramatically.

Eddie grinned even though you couldn’t see, patting your head a little mockingly, not that you cared. “Yes ma’am.”

[hamliet]

Hi I love your meta about Hazbin Hotel, and I wanted to ask what you think about specifically Lute and Adam's relationship?

I see it as perhaps a prime example of an unhealthy power balance in a relationship, but not a romantic one. I could see an argument for unrequited love on Lute's part, but it's not particularly clear. I think it's more like adoration on Lute's behalf and ego for Adam.

I also know @aspoonofsugar is working on a meta about the angels that will touch a lot on this relationship, so I'll let Sugar do most of the meta-ing here, but I will say a few things.

Adam reminds me of a cult leader--a person who uses the ideals of a religion, philosophy, or political matter to prop up themselves. He doesn't even believe anything necessarily--he believes only in what benefits himself. All things are permissible. His end is destruction, his God is his own desires, and his glory is in his shame (hence why he gets stabbed by Niffty in the dick). He only cares about sex and his own comfort. He is God in his own mind, and his pride is his downfall.

Lute: Angels make no mistakes! Adam: Yeah, I've never made a mistake in my fuckin' life!

I do think there's a deliberate irony here, and a retelling to a degree of the Fall in Genesis where Adam's character is taken from--Adam's pride, falling for the serpent's words in Genesis 3:

For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.

But the serpent here is not the literal serpent or the character of Lucifer. Instead, it is Adam's own ego and pride. It is part of his humanity, but he refuses to consider that he could have any flaws. He's flawless. He's God. (He's not, and that's why he dies.)

I do think Hazbin is deliberately criticizing white American evangelical Christianity, and I strongly suspect Adam's character is modeled after a particular category of preacher : the sex-obsessed dudebro. See Mark Driscoll; there's a whole podcast called "The Rise and Fall of Mars Hill" that details his story. And here and here for the tl;dr version. I witnessed this in real time, and know people who survived his church.

These men are almost always brought down by people exposing their own abuse of their power, yet they always crawl back. They do not care about Jesus or God or any belief. They only care about aggrandizing themselves and the world being exactly how they think it should be.

Lute is extremely deferential to Adam and tries to uphold his idiocy. You could say she's a bit of a "pick me." But like Vaggie, she's kind of a victim of brainwashing, and I feel for her. Her admiration of and love for Adam is genuine on her part. But that doesn't make it less toxic, and Adam uses that loyalty to get her to participate in mass murders and yet, when called out on it directly, humiliates Lute.

I think my favorite exchange between Lute and Adam is this:

Adam: Extermination Day is here, bitches. We're going to go down and exterminate demon ass! Lute: Destroy that ass! Adam: Prepare to slaughter every sinner in that shit hotel, and you all remember Vaggie? [The Exorcists all boo Vaggie] Exorcists: Boo! We hate her! Lute: Rip Vaggie's cunt mouth out her ass! Adam: Would you just-ju-chill, Lute. Fuck. Anyway, whoever brings me Vaggie's head gets...uh, I dunno, a million Heaven bucks. How about that, huh?

I have actually seen several YouTube critics laughing and saying "when even Adam thinks you've gone too far, you know you're whacked" and the like. Except, I think that misses the point of this exchange (though to be fair it is comedy and it is funny so I'm not saying it's a wrong impression, just that I think there's a poignant layer to this).

Is anything Lute says worse than what Adam says? Like, Adam has himself said extremely cruel things. Like this:

Oh, fuck yes! I win! Suck it, bitches! You better save the date, cunts, because we're coming to your hotel... first!

But when Lute does it, Adam is repulsed because he knows how it looks to his other followers. His followers can be flawed, after all. He can't be. He throws Lute under the bus for stating exactly what he's asking for in no uncertain terms to remind Lute who is boss, and also because he needs to maintain his position of power.

It's exactly what all these dudebro sex-crazed theobros routinely do. When one of their followers states exactly what they mean without any "heehees" or glitter, they disavow that person when in reality that person represents exactly what they've always said, just without any cloaks. And usually it's a woman. The women who side with these men get hung out to dry eventually.

[radio-navlee]

Lee hobie and ler Miguel? Maybe where hobie has stole something of Miguel’s and hidden it so he tickles the location out of him

No wait why do I love that so much?

This was actually so fun to write, like what(^○^)

Lee Hobie, Ler Miguel

(TW swearing and tickles,)

“It was just ther-“ Miguel sighed, “what was just there?” Hobie chimed in, appearing out of nowhere. Miguel jumped a bit at the sudden response, assuming he was alone.

“My gizmo. It was just here.”

“Your gizmo?” Hobie chuckled at the name

“I would’ve called something much better, How about something like, ‘Miguel’s a fuckin idiot’”

Miguel turned to him with a frown. Hobie smirked at him and sat down on the swivel chair in the room.

———————————————

It may have taken Miguel a little longer to figure out who took the missing gizmo, and by a little to longer I mean 4 days, but as he was putting the pieces together he figured it out.

“Hobie..” he growled,

Miguel turned around to find him sitting in the same swivel chair he sat in when he stole the gizmo.

“I heard my name?” Hobie said

“where did you even come in from?”

“Why do you wanna know? Don’t you enjoy having me here?” Hobie smiled

“What? No I- never mind, did you take my gizmo?” Miguel asked

“You mean the ‘Miguel is a fuckin idiot’ device?” Hobie joked.

Miguel’s eyebrows angered at Hobie. Hobie was known not to take thing seriously, or even just avoid them entirely. So when Miguel is trying to get words out of him he won’t budge, like a heavy bolder, nothing will come out.

“Sorry let me rephrase it, Did you STEAL my gizmo or not?”

“So what if I did? I would never tell you.” Hobie responded

Just then Miguel lunged at Hobie and they both tumbled around for a few seconds before Miguel had him pinned on the floor.

“I’m going to ask you again, Did you steal something I own?” Miguel asked,

“….” No reposed, just a calm stare

Miguel leaned closer down to Hobies left ear and whispered,

“Did you steal my gizmo or not?” Just then Miguel was interrupted by small giggles coming from Hobies mouth.

“KPFT-hehahah!” Hobie laughed trying to scrunch his neck as much as possible.

“This is not a laughing matter!”

“Ihihihit tihihklehehes!!” Hobie gestured to his ear where Miguel whispered into.

“Ohh, so you’re ticking, huh?” Miguel teased wiggling his figures into the punks belly

“ACK- Waiahahaht!! Tickle me and your dea-HEAHAHAD!!” Hobie threatened, (turns out he was all bark no bite tho)

“My god you’re the most ticklish person I know!” Miguel said as he moved from his midsection down to his hips

“ILL FUHUHHAHUCKING KIHIHIHILL YOOOHAHAHAHAH!!!” Hobie barked out

“Sure you will!” Miguel laughed as he stop letting Hobie lie their limp,

“Lyla!” Miguel whispered

“Huh”

“scan him for me real quick? I promise this is important!”

“Fun, on what?”

“you know?” Miguel wiggled his fingers

“ohhhh yeah totes!” A orange screen popped up in front of him listing all of Hobies spots, he was so done for!

“oh wow, that’s more than I expected?”

“What’s more than you expected, Bitch” hobie growled

“what was that?” Miguel asked confidently,

“Did you call me a bitch?” Just then Miguel started to squeeze his knees

“HMPF- BAHAhahahah!!” Hobie threw his head back in laughter, kicking his legs around trying to get Miguel’s hands off him

“Has anybody told you you have an adorable laugh?” Miguel teased digging his other hand back into his hips

“NAHAHAH!! WAAHAHAHAITTTT!!!”

“You’ve asked me to wait a lot today, and yet I’ve never waited, what makes you think I’m gonna wait now?” Miguel talked out loud

“Alright, I’ll give you some time to breath” Miguel smirked,

“Tell me where you hid my stuff,”

“what?”

“My stuff? My gizmos?”

“Ohhh,”

“so? You gonna tell me or no?” Miguel asked squeezing his hips as a warning

“okAhahHA! Ok ok I’ll tehehell you!!”

“good”

“I took it and hid it in the cafeteria, then somebody picked it up, they threw it away, and then I left,” Hobie said, Hobie stayed tense on part where he knew he messed up and he knows what will happen to him

“They threw it away?”

“…yea?”

“Oh my god” Miguel sighed,

“waitwaitwaitwaitWAITWAITWAIT WAIT!!” By then it was to late, Miguel was both squeezing his knees and tickling anywhere he could get his hands around.

“PLEAHAHAHAA!! PLE-AHHAHA!!” Hobie tried to wriggle out underneath him but Miguel had him tight.

“Apologize, now” Miguel demanded

“WHYHIHIHI THE FUHAHAHCK WOULD I DOHOHOHO THAHAHAHT”

“We could do this all day! My schedule is open for anything Hobert”

“DONT CAHAHAHALL ME THAHAHAT!!” Hobie screamed, turning a bit red from the embarrassing name

“just say sorry man”

“OHOHOKAAY!! OHOHAHAKAY!! IM SORRY IM SOHOHARYY IM SAAHAORRY!!!” As quickly as those words left Hobies mouth the tickling stopped.

Hobie was left panting on my floor, as Miguel got off him and stood watching him catch his breath.

“yohohour fucking… ehevil!” Hobie said taking breaths in between words

“You’re fucking ticklish!” Miguel argued

Miguel may not have gotten his gizmo back but he definitely found a way to get Hobie back.

Alright that’s all boo boos!! Idk why it took so long but here’s your meal(*^ω^*)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)