#hehehehehehehe i like this very much

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I feel like FL trying to imitate our stims would be the funniest and cutest thing ever-

His ‘mrmrmr’ is so growly, his claws just clack so loudly when he fiddles with his fingers, and our excited little ‘ahh’s and screeches just come out abysmally loud and demonic unintentionally.

But all for a good laugh!

*CLAPS HANDS* YES THIS IS BEAUTIFUL YES YES

listen, i have this jade bead bracelet that i wear as often as possible, and sometimes i just have to shake it around on my wrist because i like the sound and feel of it. imagine making Foul Legacy a similar bracelet from whatever material he likes, stringing beads together and tying it around his wrist as he purrs and trills in delight. he happily shakes the bracelet when you're done, listening to the familiar jangle of the beads that he hears so often from yours with the additional sound of clacking against his armor. now whenever you idly twist or play with the beads, Legacy will snuggle down beside you and do the same with his bracelet, nudging your hand with his head for pats once you're done. if a day goes by that you can't find your bracelet, Legacy's quick to pull your hands and settle them on his head, urging you to run your fingers through his thick, fluffy hair

he also instinctively picks up any other verbal and motion habits you have, often doing them side by side with you. verbal stims especially he'll start mimicking back to you, his sweet growls and chirps imitating you from across the room, and then you're stuck in a fun loop of talking to each other only through sounds. it sounds like the Abyss itself coming from him, but the sounds always end with a little squawk as he yawns and rearranges his jaw, snapping it shut with a clack. a purr and a nuzzle greet you when you laugh, a light lick against your cheek as Foul Legacy rumbles, allowing you to gently tug and fiddle with his claws as he playfully nips at your fingers in return <33

[medicalunprofessional]

the sickness is winning sorry .. more doodles. oohhh i can feel my artstyle shifting ever so slightly

i like rendering mundane doodles its fun and good practice for me 🫣

[clegfly]

It fucked up Mariware design gives me omega flowey vibes

OMEGA FLOWEY WAS ACTUALLY MY MAIN INSPIRATION FOR HER BELIEVE IT OR NOT SJDJSKDHSKFKHF

[softly-n-sweetly]

Before pride month ends, I wanted to admit I have a crush on you

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH giggling and kicking my feet back n forth :3333333333

prettiest fairy in the world has a crush on wittle ol me???????????? WOAH 😳

i'm marching up to u to give u a big ol smooch.on ur nose.

[hippo-in-a-blouse]

Wee

I am going through life on a balloon🎈

[infizero]

GUYS IVE JUST DRAWN THE BEST THING EVER

[entitled-fangirl]

Two idiots in love. (P3)

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: the trio find themselves at the home of Bill and Frank, not knowing what became of them.

Warnings: death, cursing, Joel being Joel, Ellie being Ellie, Bill and Frank's story😭

Masterlist

Part 1, Part 4

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The three neared Bill and Frank's home, the electric fence only a few feet in front of them.

"Stay here."

Joel stepped forward, punching the code into the lock and opening the fence for the girls to step through.

Joel could tell something was off, but Y/N seemed to be in her own little world, her medication finally helping her for once.

"You know, El? I think you'll really like Frank. Actually, I take all of that back… Bill is going to be your favorite."

Ellie scoffs, "What makes you say that?"

Y/N hums, "Cause you like Joel. And they're very much alike."

Joel snorts under his breath at that, but says nothing.

When they neared the house, Y/N stopped as if something was forcing her to the ground.

Joel placed a hand on her lower back, "Sweetheart?"

He followed her gaze, which was locked on the dead potted plant by their doorstep.

He pulled at her reluctant body and moved towards the door. His eyebrows furrowed when he discovered the door was left entirely unlocked.

The house was dead silent.

They all stood in the entryway, Joel's hand holding Y/N's wrist gently. He thought of it as a comfort for her, but deep down he knew it was comfort him too.

Ellie's eyes were wide, "What the fuck?"

Joel stared at the staircase, "Bill?"

Nothing.

"Frank?"

Joel turned to Ellie was a serious gaze and a soft voice, "You stay there. You hear anything, you see anything… yell."

"What if they're gone?"

Joel stopped, his grip on Y/N loosens as he turns back to Ellie was a desperate look before turning back and taking Y/N with him.

The two searched the house with their hearts in their stomachs before they moved back towards the entryway.

Ellie sat in the open room next to it at their dining room table. A note was in her hands.

"It… it's from Bill. Came with this."

She pushed a car key across the table towards them.

Joel took off his backpack. He carefully picked the key up. "So, they're dead?"

Ellie nodded with a soft "Uh-huh."

Y/N let out a soft cry, coving her hands over his mouth to muffle it.

Joel turned to her, his jaw clenched, as he pulled her to him silently. She grabbed the collar of his jacket and cried into his chest.

Ellie held out the note, "You wanna…?"

His hands wrapped around Y/N, one around her waist and the other into her hair. "Go ahead. You do it."

Ellie let out a soft sigh began to read.

August 29, 2023, If you find this, please do not come into the bedroom. We left a window open so the house wouldn't smell, but it will probably be a sight.

Y/N turned her head slightly against Joel's shoulder to watch Ellie as she read. He continued to gently play with her hair.

I'm guessing you found this, Joel because anyone else would've been electrocuted or blown up by one of my traps. Hehehehehehehe. Take anything you need. The bunker code is the same as the gate code but in reverse.  Anyway, I never liked you, but still, it's like we're friends, almost. And I respect you. So, I'm gonna tell you something because you're probably the only person who will understand.

Joel felt a slight wet feeling on his chest and looked down. The tears were silently falling from his girl's face. His hand ran up from her waist to her cheek, his thumb lightly grazing over it, wiping the tears as they came.

I used to hate the world and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong, because there was one person worth saving.  That's what I did. I saved him. Then I protected him. That's why men like you and me are here. We have a job to do, and God help any motherfuckers who stand in our way.  I leave you all of my weapons and equipment. Use them to keep- 

Ellie stopped, looking back up at them. 

Joel moved forward, his hands leaving Y/N as he grabbed the paper from Ellie's hand. 

He looked at it.

Tess.

…keep Tess and Y/N safe.

When Y/N moved to look over his shoulder at it, he stood tall. "Stay here."

He stormed out of the house. 

Ellie stood up, looking to the woman curiously.

"Leave him, Ellie. He needs time."

…

When he came back in, the two were still at the table, Y/N now sitting in one of the chairs. They both look up at him in question.

But he only looked at Ellie.

"Show me your arm."

She stepped towards him, pulling up her sleeve and showing him her arm.

He sighed, "I just finished makin' a truck battery. It's charging right now."

"..okay?"

"And I have a brother out in Wyoming. He's in some kinda trouble, and I'm heading out there to find him. He used to be a firefly…"

With this, Y/N stood up slowly, joining the two.

"…and my guess is he knows where some of them are out there. Maybe they can get you to wherever this lab is."

Ellie sighed, "Alright. Listen. About Tess…"

Joel held up his hand, not wanting to hear it, and sure as hell not wanting Y/N to hear it.

"If I'm takin' you with me, there's some rule you gotta follow. Rule 1: You don't bring up Tess. Ever."

Y/N noticed the tone in his voice. It was hurt and desperate.

"Matter of fact," he said, "we can just keep our histories to ourselves. Rule 2: you don't tell anyone about your…condition. They see that bite mark, they won't think it through. They'll just shoot you. Rule 3: you do what I say when I say it. We clear?"

There was no way Ellie could say no to the persistent glare he gave her, "Yes."

"Repeat it."

Y/N stepped forward, "Joel.."

He held a hand in front of her, stopping her, "Quiet, sweet girl."

She stopped.

Ellie thought for a moment, the silence deafening, "What you say goes."

Joel sighed, "…okay."

…

They spent the next few days in the house, gathering supplies. 

Y/N took it upon herself to gather their clothes and toiletries.

Joel was more focused on weapons and fixing the truck.

They were a good team.

She was sat in the living room, after her shower. Her hair was damp as she sorted through a few of the clothing boxes for last minutes pieces.

Ellie's voice brought her from her thoughts, "Well, don't you look pretty."

Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Joel all washed up. His hair was combed back, one of Bill's clean flannels on him. (^^ the gif at the top^^)

She smiled.

He looked at Ellie, "Shut up."

He then held his hand out, "C'mon, sweet girl. We have plenty."

Y/N stood, taking his hand.

…

Ellie's hand grabbed the passenger side door handle and Joel immediately grunted. "Nah-uh. Get in the back."

A smile ghosted her face and she got in the back.

Y/N smiled too, "I'll let you have it in a few hours. How about that?"

Joel grunted again, "No. She's a kid."

The girls rolled their eyes and continued like nothing happened.

Joel started the truck, relieved when it started. 

He felt Y/N's gaze on him.

When he looked at her, he found that she really was looking at him.

She reached up, her finger lightly grazing over the large cut on his cheek.

He mumbles, "Doesn't hurt anymore."

She nods, retracting her hand.

He reaches out, grabbing it.

He twists it, staring at the bruise from days ago on her forearm.

She mumbles in the same way, "doesn't hurt anymore."

He nods, the ghost of a smile making its way to his face. "Good."

They pulled away from all that was left of Bill and Frank as Linda Ronstadt played from the mixtape.

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Part 4

[justslightlymental]

Hi pookalicious!

I was wondering if I can request hazard dating fem!reader who has thick thighs🤑🤑🤑

Also if it’s ok can it be fluff but you can add light nsfw if you’d like 😽🫶🫶

HEHEHEHEHEHEH You know I had to write this IMMEDIATELY (mostly bc its just HCs.... and doesn't take me too long to come up with those.....) Anyway, HERE YOU GO POOKIE!!!! Warning: Includes NSFW HCs so please minors skidaddle, - SFW - Okay first of all I know for a fact this man is down BAD for a curvy/thick/chubby s/o like overall. Man is huge, can lift a fucking car, he has no fucking problem with a heavier size s/o. But obviously he wouldn’t actually care for the size. No matter skinny/chubby ect. He would love his s/o with all his heart and more. Hazard loves to just come home from a hard gig, walk straight into your shared bedroom and find you there doing god knows what and just bury his head into your lap. His arms around your waist as his face gets mushed in the fat of your thighs. You know damn well during any time, any place he would have at least one hand on your thigh, giving it a few squeezes here and there. Like honestly, your legs are technically his own personal stress relievers. Lying face up just staring at you as your hands give his shoulders gentle massages, of course with your legs under him is one of his favorite pastimes. He is also very and I mean VERY overprotective of you. Even more of your body, it's not like he is the one objectifying you or seeing you as a piece of meat, but the other men. In his eyes everyone just wants you for your body and not you. Well it's not like they could have you anyway tbh. If you like to wear skirts or shorts its fucking OVER for him. Especially those short skirts that reveal A LOT of your fatty thighs. Oh and don’t even get me started on thigh high socks or little accessories you can put around those legs, the type that make the fat squeeze out just slightly. God he FUCKING loves it. He doesn’t wanna limit your ability to dress however you please, he knows better than to be THAT controlling. But he can’t help but be basically glued to your side if you decide to dress like that and go out with him. Listen he loves how confident you are, and he also loves the way anyone who may have been staring at you with hungry eyes immediately gazes to somewhere else when he gives them the death glare. If you are the type to go to the gym and especially train your legs he is there to motivate you and cheer for you, your own little gym coach. (Okay he is not little) Actually baffled how much weight you can push with your legs, like holy moly. If he didn’t have prosthetic legs he would definitely lose to you

NSFW - Oh how he loves prepping your thighs with kisses and how he loves to leave bite marks/hickeys all over them. He even encourages you to dress in those tiny skirts of yours so every person can see who you belong to and that you are off limits. Man loves to mark his territory. Whenever you two go at it his hands must be on your legs all the time, he NEEDS to squeeze them and feel the fat around his fingers. He loves to go at it from behind, seeing how the fat of your thighs and ass jiggles at every thrust. The sounds of your skin smacking against each other just turns him on so fucking much. He practically BEGS for you to sit on his face. And I mean he BEGS for it. I'm talking gets on his knees and calls you whatever you want him to call, does whatever you want him to do begs. Literally starts whining, giving your stomach little kisses, giving you those puppy eyes of his. “Bonny… Please. Im beggin’ ya. J’s lemme taste ya’” And when he finally gets you to agree, usually with no need for even the begging part he is already on his back, bringing you up over him. You might be a little hesitant to fully sit on him, fearing you might crush him but this man… let me tell you… His hands on your waist as he literally pulls you on top of his face, immediately getting to work. When he said to sit on his face HE MEANT IT, if you try to get off he will just pull you against his mouth harder. When you get closer to your peak, your thighs crushing against the sides of his face he is in HEAVEN. He does not give a shit if he suffocates, at least he went out in the most heavenly place of all, getting crushed by his favorite things in the world. - (DM to get added :D) TAGLIST: @leviathanleva

[daydreams-after-dark]

Hellaurr

I had a very interesting dream plz I'm desperate for Minho to facefuck me so so so so rough plz I'm literally foaming in the mouth for his cum (desperate ass call for desperate measures 🤣🤣🤣)

(with lots of degrading plz)

Hehe if ur comfortable could you make it a male!reader? If not it's fine hehe just make it gn or fem, heheheheheheh tysm 🎉✨💅

I was so excited when this ask hit my inbox. Thank you @chuuchuu1224 for sending me my first ever request for a male!reader 😘

I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, and it was so fucking hot in my head, but now I’m about to post it I’m a little nervous. As much as I love writing from a guys perspective (usually skz member’s perspective with fem!reader), I’m not a guy. So I’m never going to truly know the experience. I hope I did ok 🫣

To my female readers: I really hope you give this a read because I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it if you generally enjoy my work. Minho face fucking is a need.

Lastly, degradation is a challenge for me (I’m a praise baby, but I love reading degradation). I’m sorry if it’s not degrading enough 😬.

CW basically everything in the ask 👆

‼️⚠️As always MDNI⚠️‼️

You watched Minho perform every single week at the local theatre. Saying he was your favourite dancer was an understatement. You were well and truly obsessed with him. Your eyes would be glued on his incredible physique from start to finish, not even noticing the other performers.

Minho was everything. Strong and controlled. Fluid and graceful. He had an expression of disdain one minute, a cute flirty glimmer in his eyes the next. And the way he rolled his hips whilst looking down at himself? Well, that always got you leaking, right there in the theatre.

Every week, you'd grow hard in your pants while sitting in the audience, hoping the person who sat next to you didn't see the boner your were sporting.

You'd think about him all the way home, and more often than not, you had to fuck into your hand before you even made it into the house. You always made sure to keep a packet of tissues in the glovebox of your car.

Tonight, Minho's performance had you hornier than usual, and you made an executive decision to go find the bathrooms to alleviate your situation, before anyone had a chance to see the state you were in.

"Y/n? That is your name, right?" A voice stopped you just as you were about to walk into the bathroom. Startled, and a little panicked, you turned to the person speaking to you.

Minho. Fuck. Your hands quickly tried to hide the bulge in your pants.

Minho's eyes followed your hands to your crotch. "hmph." he grunted and raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yes...that's me." you smiled sheepishly whilst dying inside.

----

"I've seen you here before, y/n." Minho said as he stripped the last of your clothes off your body. "Many times, in fact."

You were laying completely naked on a huge couch in a back room of the theatre. You gripped your cock as you watched Minho casually undress himself, tossing the garments to the floor. "Do you come to watch me?" he turned and smirked at you, before his eyes dropped to where you held yourself. “Tsk tsk. I didn’t say you could touch yourself now did I?”

You immediately released your cock, letting it lay against your lower abs, and swallowed hard in anticipation. What was Minho going to do to you?

“I see your pretty little face in the audience. Every. Single. Week.” He sauntered towards you and ran his hand up your leg, then your torso, causing you to tremble. “Watching me with that slutty mouth hung open.” He cupped your chin. “And you know what I wonder to myself every time I see you?”

Your eyes grew wide as they stared up at the man you’d admired from afar for so long.

“What that mouth would look like choking on my cock?”

You groaned and closed your eyes, your dick hardening even more.

“Hmm.” Minho stroked your cheek. “You like the idea of my cock rammed down your throat.” He forced your mouth open, shoving two fingers inside. You moaned again and sucked on his fingers, showing him what a good, obedient boy you could be.

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, dragging your saliva all over your chin.

Minho moved to grab your legs and pulled you further down the length of the couch, then climbed over you to straddle your chest. His magnificent dancer’s thighs pressed down on your chest, and his delicious, mouthwatering cock, was mere inches from your face.

“Beg me for it.” He said coldly, gripping his cock with one hand and a fistful of your hair in the other.

Your eyes started to water at the desperation you felt. You wanted him so bad you’d do anything to have him just use you. Use you for his pleasure and discard you when he was done. You’d thank him for it.

“Pl-please… Minho… need…your cock. Need your cum.” You whined.

Minho rubbed the head of his cock along your lower lip, swiping precum on it like it was lip gloss. You started to wriggle, you needed him to put it inside you now!

“Use me… please…I wanna be your cockslut.” You sobbed. Minho kept rubbing the tip of his cock along the edge of your mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you good? Destroy your throat, hmm?”

You nodded desperately.

“Okay. If you think you can take it. Open.” He demanded, and you complied instantly. “No touching yourself or me.”

He pushed his cock deep into your mouth and hissed as it passed over your tongue.

“That’s it.. take it down…Such a fucking slut. Yes. Open wider.” He pulled out halfway and thrust his hips to push himself in further.

You couldn’t breathe. He filled your mouth so good. He tasted like soap and sweat. His skin so velvety and smooth, and the way the veins felt along you tongue did things to your insides.

Minho fucked into your mouth furiously, hitting the back of your throat every single time. Your eyes watered and you hoped with everything you had that you didn’t gag.

“You’re taking this a little too well.” Grunted Minho. With the hand that was gripping your hair, he pushed the back of your head into the couch, and angled his hips to push his cock in until your lips were wrapped around the base. The tip squeezed past your throat, making you gag with a gurgling sound, and your face turn red.

“Finally choking on it properly now.” He slapped your cheek, and fucking you harder still.

You were pinned under his strong legs, unable to escape - not that you wanted to. Your legs started moving about, and your hips began to jutt against thin air. You wanted some friction, but your poor cock had to just lay there, swollen and neglected.

Your hand came up to rest on Minho’s thighs. That was a big mistake.

Minho paused, still lodged deep in your mouth. “What did I say, slut? Take your filthy hands off me.” He said through gritted teeth.

You whimpered around his cock as you removed your hands.

Minho sighed and looked up to the ceiling, before looking back down at your fucked out face. “What am I going to do with you?” He asked himself.

He pulled out of your mouth and climbed off you. Your eyes widened. “No… please! Minho… I can be good… I wanna be good… please… need you..”

Minho simply ignored you and moved around behind your head to drag you so your head was hanging off the edge of the couch arm. Then he disappeared momentarily, returning with a soft belt from a bath robe.

“Little boys that misbehave must be punished. Don’t you think?” He said tying your hands together, then moving back to wear your head hung.

“Open wide little cockslut.” He said in the most condescending tone you’d ever heard. Of course you obliged, opening as wide as you could.

You knew he wasn’t going to be gentle. His cock pushed past your tongue and deep into your throat, until he was all the way in. The more you struggled and the more you gagged, the harder his cock became, and the further down your throat he forced himself.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted to choke on it.” He growled as your lips pressed against his pelvis. “I’m gonna be real nice and give you exactly what you want. I’m gonna make you fuckin’ choke.” His hand came to your throat and pressed around where his cock was stretching you open.

“Fuck…so tight…shit…fuck.” He hissed, slamming himself into you brutally.

You had no choice but to gladly take it.

“So fucking pathetic, with your leaking cock. Bet you’re gonna cum untouched… so desperate… so fucking pathetic.”

You whimpered, moaned, thrashed around as Minho held your head in place with his cock and his hands. “That’s it. Take it like the desperate little cockslut you are.”

Your neglected cock was well and truly leaking, tears were streaming from your eyes, and your mouth was dribbling messily. Yet you needed more.

You needed Minho’s cum. You wanted him to completely fucking ruin you. Just the thought of tasting his cum had you on the edge of your own orgasm, and your demise came when you opened your eyes to get the perfect view of Minho’s ass. Your cries were muffled as the coil inside you snapped and you felt ropes of your own cum land on your stomach as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami.

“So pathetic.” Grunted Minho when he saw you make a mess on yourself, then he was filling you up. “Drink it up… That’s it… Like a good little cockslut.” He panted as spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, then he pulled out to paint your face with the reminder of his seed.

“Fuck!” He growled throwing his head back as he allowed himself to calm down.

You tried to catch your breath whilst trying to desperately lick as much cum from around your face as possible. You didn’t want to waste a drop.

Minho began to redress, raking his eyes over you as he pulled his sweats up. You thought he was going to just leave you there, naked and used. If you were honest with yourself you were thrilled with that thought.

Unexpectedly, Minho knelt beside you with a towel, wiping you up and untying you.

Then he did something more unexpected.

He took you in a deep kiss.

asks are open

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin @weareapackofstrays @kangnina @3rachasdomesticbanana @palindrome969 @xxkissesforchanniexx @chuuchuu1224 @3rachasdomesticbanana @palindrome969 @xxkissesforchanniexx

Sorry if you’re tagged twice… my end indicates my original tag of you didn’t work properly.

[simonesleftarm]

TCM Ship Week @maskemasker

Day 2 Prompt: Date Night

Ship: Franklin Hardesty and Nubbins Sawyer

Shitty Moodboard I made ⬆️

Nubbins and Franklin we're out on the road, the world getting close to midnight. Nubbins pushed his boyfriend down the road, the wheels squeaking under the rough floor and the small peddles.

They got near a 7 11 that had been advertised on a small billboard a couple minutes back. The lights were very bright to make sure it stood out, and Nubbins had an idea. He had stolen 15 bucks from some poor, dead fuck's wallet. He figured he and Franklin could stop for a bite.

"Hey Frankie."

"What?" Franklin responded rather sleepy.

"I'll...I'll buy ya' somethin'!" He cheered.

Franklin looked over at the store and sighed.

"Oh Nubbins, it's late. Just take me home."

"B-But I want to buy you somethin'!" He yelled suddenly, right in his boyfriend's ear to wake him up.

"I...I-I got 15 bucks!"

"Oh alright. Just get your snack and then we can leave."

"N-N-No!" He exclaimed loudly in large disapproval, shaking his head quickly. "I-I want to get you somethin' so y-you can eat it! W-W-Want to buy you somethin'!"

"Alright then, big shot. Take me on a date."

Nubbins didn't need be told twice. He did a couple of happy hops before violently pushing his chair off the road towards the small building.

The door rung to signal the entrance, the half asleep cashier suddenly wide awake as a tall lanky man with a pretty boy in a wheelchair came in rather roughly.

Nubbins moved the wheelchair through the aisles, getting shushed by Franklin who didn't want to be too loud. Eventually, they got a large Dr Pepper, jalapeño chips, two small cheeseburgers and a Recess's bar. They went outside with their treats in Franklin's lap, and Nubbins grinning at how much of a gentleman he was.

They found a small bench, Nubbins excitedly sitting down and rolling Franklin closer to him.

"I-I-I didn't know you liked c-cheeseburgers, Frankie!"

He always liked watching Franklin eat. He liked watching him eat human flesh at first, but then that just developed into watching him eat all together.

"Well, I don't get 'em as often." Franklin humored, thinking about what he usually eats now.

Nubbins excitedly opened up his greasy, low quality burger and stuffed jalapeño chips inside. Franklin chuckled at him, watching the ends of the of the chips fall into the floor as he bit into the rather small burger.

"You're so messy."

Nubbins turned to laugh too, causing some pieces of chips to fall out of his mouth. Before he could be scolded by Franklin for his manners, he managed to cover his mouth so he could chew it down.

Franklin laughed at that too, then he took a large sip of the ice cold Dr Pepper. Nubbins had forgotten to get a cap and a straw, so he tried his best to not spill it all over himself.

"Hehehehehehehe."

Before Franklin could ask what he was laughing at, Nubbins and leaned forward and gently tipped the cup up, causing the soda to come down Franklin's throat suddenly and from his mouth.

He quickly pulled the drink down and began coughing violently, covering his mouth and trying to push the Dr Pepper out of his mouth. Some of the soda fell onto the floor under his wheelchair. Poor Franklin coughed some more, and the turned around to look over at his very much laughing-extremely-loudly boyfriend.

"You...you...you nitwit!"

Nubbins kept laughing at the familiar insult his older brother often threw at him. He continued laughing until Franklin wiped the soda off his mouth and fake pouted, crossing his arms and turning to the side and trying his best not to laugh as well.

"I-I was just playing with you, baby!" He said the name that he knew made Franklin sorta red.

"Oh you're so mean." Franklin did a dramatic voice. "Trynna kill me so you can eat me!"

Nubbins giggled, standing up and walking closer to him. He rested his body on his arms, leaning on the arm rails of the wheelchair and pushing his grinning face in front of his boyfriend's.  

He waited for Franklin to acknowledge him, but he could tell after a couple seconds that Franklin wasn't gonna unless he apologized. But he could also see the glitter of enjoyment in his eyes and the slight upturn of his lips.

Nubbins looked at his lips. Then got an idea.

"Maybe I will eat ya!"

Before Franklin could question or protest, Nubbins had caught his lips quickly and began kissing him. Franklin's eyes widened, and he tried acting still so Nubbins wouldn't think he forgave him. God how he liked playing with him. But unfortunately for him, Nubbins had become good at kissing the more they did it.

So Franklin couldn't help but kiss him back, just a little. Also, he might break Nubbins' heart.

Nubbins began giggling against him once Franklin kissed him back. And then they kept on kissing. Kissing and kissing as Nubbins got even more excited the more he acknowledged his handsome boyfriend was kissing him.

He got even closer to him, almost putting his knee on his lap. He slightly tilted the Dr Pepper cup still in Franklin's hand, causing some of the soda to fall on his leg. That's what broke Franklin out of his trance. And then he realized Nubbins' tongue tasted like jalapeño chips.

He tried to ignore it, trying to deepen the kiss. But then he sorta broke away to breath and he tasted the normal air. When Nubbins brought him back up, he realized he couldn't handle the taste anymore.

"Nubbins." He tried pushing him away by his chest, but Nubbins pulled back against his arms and kept kissing. 

"Nubbins!" He called out again, grabbing his cheeks and pushing his face away.  

"W-What? W-Whats wrong? D-D-Did I h-hurt you, Frankie?"

"What? No! But your breath stinks."

Nubbins looked at him confused, putting his hand on his mouth.

"How?"

"Those darn jalapeño chips!"

"I though you l-liked jalapeño c-c-chips, Frankie!"

"No not really."

"But why didn't you t-t-tell me at the s-store?! I...I could have gotten somethin' b-better for you!"

"Oh don't beat yourself over it, I like you just fine still."

"B-But my b-breath stinks!"

"And I still like you!"

Nubbins thought about how romantic that was, before thinking about how to clean his breath so that they could continue kissing. A lightbulb went out.

"I-I'll be back!"

He ran off before Franklin could say anything.

Franklin got a little nervous of being all alone in the dark, in a random store with no way to run. He put his food to the side and looked on nervously at the door. But then he remembered he literally lived in a house full of corpses with a crazy group of brothers.

The 7 11 cashier was confused on why the lanky man was so eager to buy mentos, but I wasn't his job to question it. Franklin smiled once Nubbins came out of the door, and smiled with his teeth when he got closer and showed what he had.

Nubbins ran up and sat on Franklin's lap, making the wheelchair squeak a little bit.

"Oh Nubbins!" He laughed. 

"W-Want you to k-k-keep kissing me!"

He popped five of the mentos into his mouth and began chewing it. His face squished in disgust at the mint, remembering the strawberry toothpaste him and Bubba had to use in order to brush their teeth.

"I should have gotten the strawberry ones, big shot."

Nubbins was too busy chewing to respond. He put his hand over his mouth once he swallowed it to avoid gagging it out.

"I'm r-ready!"

Nubbins wrapped his arms around his neck and began kissing him once again. Franklin giggled as he tasted the new minty flavor in his tongue. He felt Nubbins excitedly kicking his feet, his hand gripping a small curl on Franklin's hair.

He gripped Nubbins' waist once he realized Nubbins was getting extremely excited. He always did whenever they hugged or kissed, and he never minded it. However, it became uncomfortable since Nubbins was squirming on his lap, and was moving his wheelchair uncomfortably.

"Calm down."

"W-What?"

"Calm down. You're rocking my wheelchair!"

"Oh o-okay!"

Nubbins was breathing heavily, but he knew what he meant by calm down. He tried to calm his breath, and then quickly dove back in and tried to kiss him again.

"No no, calm down!"

Nubbins sulked, but took a few seconds to commit to it. After he beloved fully he was calmed down, he made sure to give him an extra slow kiss. He felt Franklin smile on his lips, and he knew he did a good job of calming down.

They pecked at each other for a little bit more, before Nubbins pulled away to look at his boyfriend's pink cheeks.

They then finished their burgers, Nubbins still sitting on his lap. When Nubbins was going to take a sip of the Dr Pepper, he put his entire hand on top of Franklin's face, sorta concerned he will try to choke him. When Franklin then took a sip of the soda, he covered his mouth and nose with his much larger hand. Nubbins giggling through his palm.

After finishing their snack, the Dr Pepper almost finished, they were finally ready.

"W-Want to g-g-go home now?"

"Yeah, it's getting late."

He finally hopped off his lap, throwing away their trash in the nearby trash can. Still with their Dr Pepper, they finally got back on the road.

"Thank you, Nubs."

"F-F-For what?"

"Feeding me, and buying stuff so I could kiss ya'."

"Hehehe...I-I like taking you on d-d-dates! I-I-I'm gonna take y-you on more d-d-dates!"

"Aww...I'll love too."

"Hehe...hehehe."

They made the long ride back.

[rinhaler]

Rin had you sprawled out on the expensive boucle couch he helped you pick out when the house was still being built. He gave mercy on your thighs, his usual iron grip replaced with feathery fingers gently keeping your legs spread, one hand caressing the soft skin of your leg, the other splayed across your mound with a skilled thumb teasing your clit back and forth. Soft, breathy moans bleed from your spit glossed lips, lifting your hips a little of the seat, his head that rests on your other thigh follows the movement.

“Please Rin, pleasepleaseplease, more baby, I want you so bad,” you couldn’t help but to be a pathetic, desperate mess even though he was barely toying with you. It was just already too much and not enough at the same time. You finally had your closest, most dear friend right where you wanted him.

Rin’s so fucking lost in your dripping cunt he can barely make sense of your pleas, but the better, more intuned half of him takes hold of your words and musters a reply. “I know you fucking do, hang on, honey, I’m getting to it.” He chuckles, so damn cocky, and you can’t stop the smile from taking over your face. Any type of laughter he ever grants you is a gift, something he really only reserves for you. His lips place a wet smack near the crevice of your thighs, so close yet still so far away from where you need him the most.

He runs a shaky hand through his hair, before bringing it up to cup the underside of your breasts. “You had me drooling like a fuckin’ dog,” he begins, meanly twisting one of your nipples, trying to catch his breath and not look pathetic, “before I even had your panties off, so I’m gonna make sure you’re begging and crying until I give this pretty little pussy what she wants, you understand me?” Keeping his dominance, he spanks your cunt once, then twice, earning a high pitched whine from you.

You dumbly nod your head, “Yes, sir!!” The words leave you much too quickly for your liking, trying so hard to keep your regular cool composure, but let’s be honest, that went out the fucking window as soon as he gave you the right wrong look.

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Hehehehehehehe I’m drunk n high I literally just wrote this in ur ask box lmfaoooo, I love writing under the influence it’s so nice 🤩 question/ statement: I totally think Rin would be a stoner if his gf was, like he can’t NOT participate with you when u get even more giggly and touchy than usual….thoughts? Luv uuuuuuu :D ‼️‼️ 🧋

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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THIS IS SO GOOD MY TOES ARE CURLING MY HEART IS POUNDING I'M SPEECHLESS HELP MEEEEEE omg I cannot wait for the full fic I'm DYING

also the fact that you wrote this in my ask box is making me think of when you'd let a friend doodle on your arm during class 😭😭 so cute

I'm so in love with this man and you're FUELLING ME LIKE CRAAAAZY omg thank you so much for the food.

In regards to Rin smoking I think obviously it depends on the AU or circumstance or whatever but whenever I think of Rin having a girlfriend I like to think he's really possessive and controlling. (This is very specific to me and my desires so please take with a pinch of salt). But I don't think he's a smoker and I think he'd actually be very against it and demand you not to smoke either. I like the idea of him punishing you for disobeying too 😏😏😏 I just think him and Sae are from a quite well to do family and I think he takes his career as a footballer too seriously to dabble in smoking.

Anyway that's just one scenario, obviously skater boy loser boy stoner boy would be way more into it than my iteration!

[residentialsinyomakai]

HI HI HIIIII totally not obvious annon here THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LIKING MY WORKS AND ACCTULY INGAGING WITH MY BULLSHIT AU LIKE UGHHHHH IM SO HAPPY THIS IS WHAT TUMBLR WAS MADE FOR HEHHEHEEHEHEH anyways your now my fav moot who i love and care for dearly yeah sorry its the terminal version of fav person tism yeah sorrryyyyyyy/silly OUGHTTT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH POOKIEE HEHEHEHEHEHEH <3333333 also more whisper post are on the way hehehehe >:))) i just need to remeber how the fuck to draw his mochi body asifgbsdifbsibfaibigfbas YIPPY!

HHHHHHHYEEWAHGGHGG????!?!?!???/POS

THANK YOU 'TOTALLY ANONYMOUS' ANON!!! You're one'a my favorite mutuals too guwhahdurr I don't talk to anyone but you're very cool and based sauce btw,, :) 💫💕‼️🦑

I LAVA YOU TOO AND WILL BE SOSOSO PATIENTLY AWAITING THE WHISPOSTS SMILES ●°u°● 💖💖🔥🗣 His goofy ass is difficult to draw,,,, whipper my beloaf <3 HAVE A GOUDA DAY!! MWWWWAH!

[lollytea]

https://www.tumblr.com/avatarmerida/737373887054135296

*KICKS IN DOOR* LOLLY

Hi Hello!! It's a bright day!! A happy day!!! Its been stressful with last minute Christmas stuff but I've been looking at these drawings in between doing tasks and it's had me like 😌 all day long. I love them so much, they're my sweethearts <333 Thank you Miss Terrace I am very grateful for these!! I never lost hope that you'd post hunlow one day.

It's giving "Barbie has a great day every day. Ken has a great day if Barbie looks at him."

Willowww!!! Her pumped fist!!! Her flexed biceps!!! The loud chaotic invigorating energy here!!!! She's got such a big presence I love her so much. I notice that Dana has a thing about drawing Willow with bandages, so I imagine the girl plays it way more loose and reckless than what's been shown in the series. In my head Hunter is the one who patches her up <333

And Hunterrrr he's so puppy. Literally love this art so much for the little glimpse into how content and happy he is in this relationship. He's all sappy and silly in love, I adore it. He gets a little affectionate touch from his girlfriend and he just happily melts into it. Man just wants her to keep touching him forever and ever.

Agsbdjnk it kinda looks like she's showing him off to other people. Either as her star player or her boyfriend. Based on the clipboard Hunter is holding its probably the former. Maybe they're looking for new recruits.

Willow: BEHOLD!! THE MOST INCREDIBLE FLYER DERBY PLAYER AT HEXSIDE!!!

Hunter: hehehehehehehe she's talking about meeeee 😊

They're precious. I'd die for them.

This is so soft I'm dying. Something about hunlow being touchy is super special to me. I still haven't recovered from the end of WAD where Willow was looking for her Dads and Hunter was comforting her with a hand on her back. That's what this reminds me of. I think it's interesting and super sweet that this was apparently a very early drawing of them, while the crew was still figuring out their relationship. His hand on her back, something that became a clear display of how protective and careful he was with her, and its the first thing Dana ever drew of them. I'm insane.

ASGBDJNK AND ALSO WILLOW'S HAND ON HIS WAIST. First Dana hunlow drawing and it involves Willow babygirling him. God bless.

It also looks like he's blabbering away about something, eager to show her. I'm gonna cry. He's happy. He's comfortable. He wants to share his passions with her.

And her soft fond little smile. AAAAA!!! The crew drawing heart eyes Willows will always be so special to me. I see Willow looking like Hunter like he's her whole world and I want to blow up the sun.

Anyway AAAAAAAA!!!! This has made me very happy. I love hunlow so much.

[ronearoundblindly]

heh heheheheheheh 😏 A, Q, & Y for Ransom pretty pls 🫶🏻💕

*General/Canon Ransom and RoAR!Ransom have been requested, so I'll describe it like before he met his rich!reader and after. I would like to remind everyone that Ran is a *super-duper dickhead* who thinks very rudely and drops f-bombs left and right. This serves as your warning. Enjoy!

Prompts based on this dirty ask game. MINORS DNI.

A - Alone Time

BEFORE - On the off chance he can't find a booty call from the long list in his contacts, yeah, Ran will jerk off. He also has toys, several, and will watch a variety of porn because he barely pays attention to the actual content. Vague sex vibes only are required.

He is not gentle with himself. There is not foreplay. He concentrates more on his pleasure than imagining anyone else participating with him.

Ya know, kinda like how he has actual sex. He doesn't fucking care as long as he gets off.

AFTER - So it's no longer the rolodex of his contacts. Ran's found phone sex with you (due to you traveling soooo much). He'd probably attribute this to just being around you and seeing you more than any other sexual partner--he never had a girlfriend before you--but Ransom does picture your face and body when he gets off alone.

It's not a love thing. It's from all the exposure. He's fucked you more than any single person ever and sees you over video chat. It's not because you unlocked a real human connection for him.

He...does seem to come a lot harder when he imagines you with him and your voice taunting, praising him.

Fucking hell!!! If you ruin masturbation for him, he's gonna be so fucking mad, you fucking bitch.

Now where the hell is your perfume and his fleshlight?

Q - Quiet Please

BEFORE - His volume varies. He hates listening to overdone moans from whichever bimbo is on his dick. Boring. He doesn't really need them to enjoy himself. Save the casting couch shit for someone who cares.

AFTER - His volume varies, but overall, he makes a fuckton more noise than he did before. You especially like him loud when riding him. He hams it up a little then. He performs. Whatever. Sue him.

Many times now, it's been established that Ran really fucking enjoys your genuine vocalization during sex. His brain has filed them away from rainy days, or rather, international timezone days.

Y - Yes, Master

BEFORE - He's been called 'daddy' by several women, but he never told them to do that. He didn't correct them either. He does not participate in BDSM scenes because if he has to discuss the sex that much, he's already bored.

Ran would have said that calling him 'Hugh'--unless he's actually fucking the help--would instantly kill his boner, but apparently...

AFTER - You call him 'Hugh.' He's grown fond of it.

Something about you calling him 'Ran' or 'Ransom' sounds very cold and distant, it sounds like you're mad at him, and it sounds like you don't know each other now. He's either scared or deeply disturbed by you referring to his middle name when you two are all alone. (In public, for the most part, you introduce him as 'Ransom' so that other people don't try to call him 'Hugh.' He will fucking lose his shit if John Doe Fuckface calls for 'Hugh Drysdale' to donate money to something. Shove. It up. Your ass. Buddy.)

In the past, he's called women 'whore' and 'slut' and whatnot in the bedroom, mostly for their benefit. Ran is afraid to call you any of that because you're in the unique position of retaliating...and he cares. Like if you withhold sex? That's very bad for him.

He never had to think much about this.

He's slipped and called you 'bitch' in heated moments, which has seemed to amuse you more than anything else. That confuses Ransom.

Between 'Hugh' and 'bitch' while you two fuck, there's a pattern sometimes. You degrade him; he makes you come till you can't stand. He gets to walk away as a taunt. It's a great system for him.

Why does he like that? Why does he still think of that one fight in the woods between your house and Harlan's? Why can't he forget that one magnificent awful time you referred to yourself as 'momma' to deeply fuck with him? He won't bring it up because if you don't remember it happened, then he doesn't either. Never happened.

You have called him 'Daddy' a grand total of one time, and it was worth it, not for any sort of kink, just a nod to how much shit you two had been through up until that moment. It was a big deal. He'll remember that forever.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-fi]

[ofmermaidstories]

I dropped off a friend/acquaintance at her airbnb yesterday and while she was getting out of the car another friend at the airbnb was like haha look at your Bakugou sticker (on my car window) and I was like, leaning across my bestie (in the passenger seat) yelling excitedly about how I write fanfic for him and the friend was like, “yes, i know. you’ve told me. many times.” and then while my bestie was laughing at me the friend/acquaintance was leaning back into the window to be like, “aw! fanfiction? that’s so fun, what is it? bakugou x who? bakugou x READER? hehehehehehehe” which ended with me screaming that yes it WAS bakugou x reader and that my longest one involved a florist thank-you very much.

[grossrottie]

Thinking abt Grell x Ciel

(Obvs cw for large age gaps, also brief mention of omo)

AGH I’ve been a fan of this ship for years. It’s so unbelievably rare and I can barely find ANY fanfics or fanart or anything with this ship.

Yeaaaaaars ago (maybe even 10 by now) there was this blog that did Kuro art, and a lot of it involved the omo kink. That also kinda got me into the rabbit hole of that kink as well—

BUT ANYWAYS I remember them briefly mentioning that ship and I ended up sending in a request to see if they had any interest in drawing Grell and Ciel together. However I think I either left Tumblr soon after, or they did, ‘cause I lost track of them and have been unable to find them since.

I remember their art style distinctly but not anything specific enough to be able to find their old or new art, which is kinda heartbreaking BUT I DIGRESS—

ANYWAYS I’m such a sucker for age gap ships, power imbalances, pursuer x pursued, human x inhuman, etc.

I really like the idea of Grell being super into Ciel and therefore intensely jealous of Sebastian. Maybe they don’t even realize that they’re feeling jealousy towards the butler rather than the Earl, wanting to be in Sebastian’s place with Ciel looking so admiringly at them.

Grell very much gives me the vibes of someone with impulse control issues and issues with discerning their own emotions at times. So I could absolutely see them getting infuriated at the way that Ciel and Sebastian trounce around together, always within arm’s reach of each other.

But also, who would assume that Grell had eyes for Ciel rather than the dashing demon? Who would begin to suspect that Grell’s lashing out and attempts at drawing out a reaction was for Ciel?

I honestly don’t know whether Grell would figure it out before anyone else did. Maybe they’d start to suspect it a bit when they see Sebastian on his own one day and Grell doesn’t have much of an interest (or much pleasure) from riling Sebastian up. It’s more fun when the demon’s master is there…

Then Grell sees Ciel on his own one day (maybe Ciel is undercover and Sebastian is either keeping his distance or busy doing something else for Ciel) and their heart skips a beat at the prospect of bothering lil ol’ Ciel alone.

Which makes them start to think.

I could see Sebastian being VERY upset about finding that out (“how dare a grim reaper set their eyes on my meal”) or perhaps somewhat maliciously amused (“they have no chance with Ciel, he’s already entirely mine. they can fawn and whine all they like, they won’t get a single taste of my young master”)

I feel like that would shift the dynamic of Sebastian and Grell a bit but not entirely. They still spat, fight, etc, but Grell’s intent isn’t on Sebastian anymore, it’s on Ciel. Which also makes Sebastian more possessive and violent, which Grell loves and hates in equal measure (they love the fun of the viciousness, but they hate that Sebastian succeeds in keeping them from their goal)

Heheheheheheh now I’m imagining Ciel and Grell standing side by side, and observers see them and double-take, thinking “OH is that Ciel and Madam Red? But didn’t she..? Oh wait, that’s not Madam Red, who is that?”

Meanwhile Ciel is glowering at nothing in particular and Grell has a smug, self-satisfied grin that’s all teeth.

OH WAIT MAYBE!!! Maybe one day there’s an issue and despite Sebastian’s utter distaste for the idea, he’s forced to leave Ciel in Grell’s care for a short period of time (perhaps Undertaker is causing mischief or something and Sebastian needs to deal with something without Ciel with him. Grell is the only option for whatever reason, perhaps there is information involved that humans aren’t allowed to know, which means that the servants and everyone else can’t get involved.

Grell is SO excited about the thought of spending time alone with Ciel, who is seething about being left in the care of a grim reaper—especially this one.