#they all wearing personalized parkas

[bernard-the-rabbit]

an earthbender, the new firelord and the avatar visit the southern water tribe

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[unnonexistence]

went winter coat shopping and. i am destined to be hermann-coded apparently

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

Warnings: Language, slight smut, touching, body-issues, reader has insecurities over big chest, ass slapping, oral sex (f receiving), self-esteem, mentions slight panic and anxiety, mirror play, and NSFW.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Plus size Reader

Wordcount: 1,945

A/N: I’ve had a lot of negative comments from people/my family about my weight lately, so… This is self-indulgent. I need Eddie to make me and my body type feel appreciated.

Buying lingerie to show Eddie and he’s honored that someone dresssd up for him.

You had fumbled with the bags all day, caught between regretting your decision and ready to take it on. Eddie wasn’t like other guys… other people, really. It wasn’t that you feared what he would do, no. It was the humiliating dread of him being nice to spare your feelings, the worst possible outcome equaling out to disgust at your surprise. But you had pushed it aside, freshened in your shower, applied a different makeup look to frame your features, then slipped an old parka on over the black lace.

You’d forgone heels and kept your boots on, those easy to take off once you had arrived at the trailer, your giddy boyfriend greeting you like he’s never seen you a day in his life. With the air conditioner properly placed in the trailer, Eddie’s hair was down, curled around his shoulders, a simple white tank top and black cut off sweat shorts over his trim form. He’s always beautiful to you. The amused smirk on his face did not go unnoticed, however, upon taking in your parka in this sweltering Indiana heat (even at night). It was an automatic “it’s cooler in my room, if you wanna?” offer, with him grabbing two bottles of coke from his fridge on the way.

Time to do this thing…

~*~

When he pushes his door open, the coolness that carries his Old Spice, nicotine soaked scent, it hits you square in the face. You relax a little, already sliding your fingers into your jacket buttons, popping them open and working the zipper. His back is to you as clears some space on his dresser, going on about why you’re wearing a coat, if you’re okay, what is it about. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, an anxious reaction, and you’re shoving the coat off your shoulders, exposed skin immediately stimulated with the prickles of electrifying goosebumps. And Eddie, god love him, he isn’t at all prepared for what he sees when your voice hooks into his attention span and gets him to turn around.

“Eddie?”

Initially, you take his shocked look as something bad. His widened eyes and slack jaw, the way he runs his fingers and tugs at his own roots. You feel an immature burn of familiar tears, reaching to pick up the coat and apologize. His voice leaves zero room for that energy in here.

“No, baby. No, sweetheart.” Layering on pet names to help soothe you, he calms the panicked nerves he can see escalating.

Though his own heart rate is out of control, his tongue’s tip on fire, touching his cheek, sweats suddenly tighter. You are his personal goddess on the daily — something he never expected, nor looked for. And you did this for him? The devil freak gets something special from an Angel like you? Temporarily halting your actions, you do notice the way his eyes expand into the depths of midnight black, how he reaches to adjust himself in his sweats - it keeps you here.

He reaches for you with that outstretched, tattooed arm. “Baby? Let me in. Let me see? I’m just not used to this…” He rushes to correct his phrasing, already knowing what it could do to you. “I mean, I’m not used to a hot fuckin’ woman getting dressed up for a guy like me, y’know? Takes a minute to sink in. And honestly? I’m waiting for Wayne to wake me up right now.”

It all clicks for you. It isn’t just about your insecurities, but this also giving something special to someone who also struggles to see confidence and self-worth. You’ve never been more proud of yourself than in this moment, overcoming your fears to get Eddie Munson this excited? You take his hand with a soft smile, albeit, still shy as he brings you around to pinch your chin between his fingertips, leaning in to press a kiss to your nose’s tip. His voice is gravelly, soaked in heat. Eddie’s mouth ghosts across your own, barely touching as he asks, “Permission to touch?”

You give into him, hand still in his, the other raising to hold onto the warmth of his shoulder, twirling his curls into your grasp to ease some nerves. His eyes immediately widen as he truly gets to look you over. Overflowing thighs in a beautiful thong, your thick curls peeking out of the sides, your beautiful legs — clad in silk sheer stockings, lace trimmed to meet, your stretch marks, your scars, the way, in which, you carry your plush stomach, to your full breasts that spill over the cups, and even your makeup — different, darker, more smoldering. He tips the digits of his spare hand, rings clinking together as he tickles his way up your forearm, tracing the vein back down, until he’s tapping on your pulse point inside of your wrist. Hands join, his grip shifting you into a twist, with your back pressed against his chest, and how badly he wants you nudging at your bare ass cheek.

You bow your head from immediate reflection in the mirror — something your boyfriend has yet to see. He’s too busy watching the way your ass swallows that thin black strap, this set showcasing all the indents that cascade down your thighs. And even your boots, he loves that you kept it you, that you didn’t force yourself into heels. You don’t like them, he knows this. He lets his fingers path their way along your spine, rubbing across the clasp on your bra, pausing to ask once more, now quite aware that you’re looking awkwardly at his messy floor.

“Sweetheart? You okay up there?” It’s silent for a beats, but then you’re mentioning his mirror.

He fights back a sigh, because how can you not see how perfect you look — without or without all of this. He wants to keep your comfort in mind, but it’s also important that he helps you see how fucking gorgeous you are. So he shakes his head, his curls tickling your shoulder blades.

“I don’t think so.”

You object, stopping yourself when his voice pleads into a softness that you’ve never heard from him before.

“I want to try somethin’. And if you don’t like it, we move away from the mirror, kay? Zero pressure, all your call.”

You have to admit that you’re intrigued, and excitement bubbling beneath your breastbone, dumping molten lava over your flesh. Eddie can see you inhale sharply through the mirror. He does that downward nod, brow raised, and you’re nodding. He’s so giddy that his tongue pokes out in concentration, joined hands freed, one of his dipping backward in a journey to slide the back of his knuckles across your thong strap. You arch into his torso, watching him watch you.

There’s a primal confidence that stirs in your belly, twists inside of your gut, ultimately soaking you between your legs. And as he finds the clasp on your bra, getting it unhooked in one go, only for his hands to dance along your sides, hook underneath your armpits, and immediately begin to tease your areola in languid strokes — you lose it. He allows his chin to rest on your shoulder, his voice the cure for everything you’ve ever needed, or will desire. “Look at yourself. Don’t look at me, just watch yourself.”

Your gaze finds your own body, not even caring at the exposure of your breasts or how they hang (something you are trying to be okay with, you know), heart accelerating full speed ahead, sure that Eddie can feel it. It’s almost like his mimicking the way he runs his fingers across the body of his guitar — easy, languidly, making sure to dip and curve when necessary. He goes with your head tilt, his voice finding your earlobe, hot breath causing your nipples to harden. “This body, it’s like the shield of your secret world. One that only I’m allowed into…” He breaks apart his sentence to drop his hands over your navel, curling into that ticklish spot that has you shivering.

“Eddie…” You watch your lips part, tongue licking to smear your lipstick.

It seems as if you’re watching a private show, beautiful woman and her beautiful lover. You’re out of body, yet you have never been more present. Eddie, he can hardly think, his breaths falling over uneven pants, his cock so hard that his eyes could cross. He can’t stop touching you, won’t dare miss how your eyes have glossed over at the performance your body is giving you. He can cry within this moment, so grateful, so fuckin’ proud of you.

So he keeps going, saying what he feels in several organs. “Your body is a map and I get to explore it with these.” He wiggles his fingers against your tummy, letting them fall above your elastic waistband, before they dip inside. Holy Christ, you’re warm, and he hasn’t even touched you properly.

“With my lips.” His lips find the flesh of your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth — tasting your perspiration, your body wash… you.

He watches your legs spread on their own accord, beckoning him to take what he wants. His fingers brush through your soaking wet curls, a moan leaving his throat so deep that it echoes inside of his diaphragm. Fuck. You’re a mess. Both of you hold your breaths as his fingers glide along your seam, combing through your hair, making it even sloppier, cruder.

And the way you sound…

It is you who looks up first this time to catch the reflection, enchanted by the way his knuckles and the rings adorning take shape beneath your lace panties. He lets his remaining hand smack your ass, one cheek at a time, before it cups your breast to give a pinch. You’re shocked when he releases you to come around and briefly block your view. But he presses his sticky fingers to your mouth and you suck them in without question, enjoying your own taste (something you would barely try beforehand), and Eddie literally gasps, tugging you by a love handle in for a crushing kiss. By the time you part, you’ve left your lipstick stain on his fingers and his own mouth — your claim.

That’s when he licks his lips, dropping to his knees, giving you an entirely different view. He’s at your feet, tugging your panties down, a thick creamy web threaded from you to the crotch, making you swallow harshly. You balance on his shoulder to step out, left in just your boots and thigh high stockings. He rubs his hands along the material, squeezing, appreciating the flesh beneath. His brown irises are left to a simple ring, a murky abyss shadowing his sclera.

His does that thing with his mouth, the one that causes you to fold like a lawn chair. And then he’s speaking to you, using two fingers to noisily part your cunt. “You can even take my tongue captive inside of you, empress.”

Your hands drop, fisting into his curls immediately, as he wastes to time to give you one solid lick, gathering what he has to circle your opening, his tongue’s tip then pushing into you. He’s whining in little grunts, vibrating between your legs, in absolutely heaven on earth. You begin to ride over his face, hand in his curls, unrelenting, one finding your nipple to play with. You’re doing exactly as he’d hoped — watching yourself receive his worship. And this is something he will never let you forget.

[littlestardude]

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Dating Kenny HCS|| Reader x Kenny McCormick

✰ - SFW & NSFW - ✰

Plot: Just sum HCS!

Note: I love Kenny McCormick so fucking much he's so pookie smookie, also first post yippee!

TW: Drugs, death bcs of drugs (its Kenny he comes back-), incest ment (concerning rats), smut HCS at the end

Gender: AFAB Gen neutral

✰ - SFW - ✰

FLIRTS NONSTOP. all day every day, he just doesn't fucking stop. But the moment you flirt back.

Bro is dead, 6 feet under, giggling and kicking his feet

Has trouble falling asleep and sometimes you'll wake up and he'll be just staring at you

"Kenny what the fuck are you doing... "

"You're so pretty... Can I not stare at my partner in the middle of the night!? :(("

Demands you cuddle him to sleep

Did I mention touchy?

Yea

Super fucking touchy

Literally has to be touching you all the time as if you we're his phone in his pocket or he'll freak out

Actually learned the value of life once you stepped in. He's died only once.

Why you ask? In his words

"I can NOT just say no to free drugs"

Drugs in question were something called... Crazy 8...basically 8 fucking drugs mixed together.

Yea he wasn't gonna survive.

Now you have to keep an eye on him, and tell him to just stick with weed

Oh yeah weed

Bro is toasted most of the time.

AND reeks of weed 24/7

Anytime you smell weed the first thought that pops into your head is, "where's Kenny? "

Basically weed is a comforting smell to you now 💀

Asked you to get high with him

You were reluctant at first but then you tried it... Let's just say it's a common occurrence now

You think he's flirty when he's sober? When he's high omfg.

Compliments like crazy, and can actually take compliments back when he's high

You adore high Kenny because he literally turns into the silliest mf alive

Super duper touchy when you're both high, like on top of each other the whole time

Piercings out the wazoo

Tattoos to come...

You let him shower at your place so he actually became CLEAN once you started dating.

Like his hair is actually touchable now, and not greasy

He's still a rat boy tho, and does dirty rat boy things

Actually HAS rats

You came over one time and he introduced you to his ratty children

"This is Frankie, and Frankie Jr, and Frankie Jr Jr, and that's Maggy, and Rosie and- FRANKLIN JR GET OFF YOUR SISTER RIGHT NOW! >:("

"Um, Ken... I don't know how to tell you this but rats dont care about incest..."

Almost cried, "it's like medieval Spain all over again... "

You pat his back, "it never gets easier... " you sighed dramatically

Loves animals, you guys wanna get a dog and cat together!

He loves you and adores you so much

He thinks you're the best person to ever come out of this cruel world, and he tells you that all the time

You also love him. So much. You think he's the prettiest, sweetest boy

You tell him that most of the time when you think he's asleep, he usually isn't because he loves hearing it

Back to the weed thing, LOVES when u guys order McDonald's when ur both high and have the munchies

Bro can throw down 2 big macs, 1 double quarter pounder, 20 piece chicken nuggets, and 2 orders of large fries and still be like

"I need something sweet... " 💀

Anytime you're out with your friends, Kenny's usually wearing his parka and you're the only one who can understand Kennish

Also holding hands the whole time

It took you awhile to get used to the fact you had a super clingy partner but you got used to it

You guys were able to get a place together eventually after high school

It's super shitty but it's home <3

You'll eventually upgrade after grueling work and endless shifts

But you definitely make time for each other

✰ - NSFW - ✰

(The fun begins *rubs hands evily together*)

SWITCH KENNY SUPREMACY!!! Literally does not mind either, as long as he's with you and he's naked? And you're naked? Bros chilling

Fucking loves oral, receiving and giving

First time he ate you out, you were on cloud mf 9, seeing stars n shit

He LOVES your thighs, like before he eats you out he just likes kissing and squeezing your thighs

HOWEVER. The first time you sucked him off. Omg, HIS thighs were MESMERIZING.

Something about boys thighs... Just seeing them pushed together, your fucking weakness.

His thighs are pale and ever so slightly plushy... Help me

KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH HIS MF HANDS‼️

He grabs you and stimulates you in the best fucking spots

LOVES COCKWARMING. NEED I SAY LESS.

You guys will just be chilling watching a movie, and he'll just go like

"Babeeeee... " that's literally all he needs to say bcs you know what he wants.

After some time of just being on his dick it kinda hits you, "I'm on his cock, I could literally do what ever I want... " you think, evily

You'll shift your body around to where you're looking at him and he already knows what's coming, his hands are IMMEDIATELY on your hips

And you start slowly bouncing up and down

Doesn't take him long to start making noises

He's very vocal during sex, he sees no point in staying silent

Plus the first time he moaned super loud during sex you literally came on the spot.

Now he can't help but moan and whimper when you're on top of him because he knows you love it

AFTERCARE KINGG

Usually urges you two to take a shower after sex

Sometimes ends up into shower sex if the both of you still have the energy

You bought a shower stool so you both could fuck in the shower because one time he almost slipped and will NEVER live it down

"IT WAS SUPER SLIPPERY OKAY"

"You stepped on the soap babe... You almost went flying"

Yea a shower stool and those mats for the shower floor

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Every Inch

Summary: After feeling discouraged after trying on a pair of jeans that doesn't fit anymore, Javi shows you just how much he appreciates your body, regardless of what you think about it.

Word Count: 3.5K

Pairing: husband!Javier Peña x f!reader (no use of y/n, reader has no physical descriptions besides the fact her jeans don't fit, because let's be honest, jeans suck no matter what size you are)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), established relationship, unprotected p in v sex (be better), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, praise kink, body praise (Javi loves ur body holy shit), mentions of weight/negative self image/body issues, jeans being the worst (let's be honest, they are), fluff, sweetness, Javi being the best husband ever

A/N: Inspired by my own personal battle with my favorite pair of jeans and love for BLT sandwiches 🥴

Can be read alone or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!

To say that Laredo, Texas had “fall” weather, was generous, to say the least. After spending all of your life in Chicago, you had grown accustomed to the change in seasons from summer to autumn meaning pants, sweaters, sweatshirts, and most of the time by mid October, a winter coat. When you first moved, people were shocked to see you wearing shorts in February, and you were equally as shocked as to why everyone wasn’t when it was 70 degrees out. You had always made fun of Javi for how terribly he handled the cold, complaining every time the temperature got low enough to even consider wearing a jacket. The first time you had brought him back to Chicago for Christmas to experience a real midwest winter, you were convinced that you could have wrapped him in an Arctic Expedition parka and he still wouldn’t have been warm enough. But now, after almost 2 years of living in Laredo, your tolerance for anything less than blazing hot had decreased significantly, signaling a change in the guard from your summer to fall attire in your closet. 

It was the end of June when you and Javi had first moved into your new house, packing away anything heavier than shorts and t-shirts for later. Unfortunately, it had been long enough that later meant now. You shuffled through the things already hung in your closet, pulling out a large cardboard box labeled “warm clothes” that had been tucked in the back corner of your wardrobe since you had moved. One by one, you began pulling out pairs of jeans, jackets, and long sleeved shirts to be hung next to the rest of your clothes, grimacing to yourself at how much you had packed away in such a small box that you had forgotten about. 

It wasn’t before long that your clothes were organized on their hangers, having to find ways to creatively squeeze your clothes into your side of the closet without overflowing into Javi’s equally crammed side. With everything at least in a place for now, you took a step back, nodding to yourself in satisfaction at your completed task, before you looked down to notice a crumpled pair of jeans that must have fallen out of your box when you had pulled it out. 

“Oh, there they are!” You smiled to yourself as you reached down to grab the pile of denim, holding the pants up in excitement. You had been so busy putting away the rest of your clothes that you hadn’t even noticed that your favorite pair of jeans had been missing among the assorted warm weather items. Although the two of you were just planning to spend the day hanging around the house, you couldn’t help but want to change into the jeans, knowing damn well they made your ass look fantastic, and made Javi go absolutely feral. You quickly slipped off your sweatpants, tossing them into the laundry basket by your bed before stepping into the pant legs of the well worn denim, pausing for a moment as you got halfway up your thighs. 

“Fuck, these are tight…” You muttered to yourself, jumping up and down to try and shimmy the pants over your hips, barley getting the denim around your waist. “C’mon, please fit, please fit…” You silently pleaded with yourself, tugging the button of your jeans across your belly, sucking in as hard as you could to loop it through the opening. As hard as you pulled and as much as you tried to push in your stomach, you knew for a fact that there was no way in hell you were getting those jeans to close, let alone fit comfortably. 

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” You sighed, looking down at the denim now squeezing your lower half in what felt like all of the wrong places. You gave the button one last try, even though you knew it was no use. 

“Motherfucker…” You could feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes as you glanced at yourself in the mirror, staring at your figure with your jeans unbuttoned, your mind now seeming to find a way to pick out every single flaw you could find. The longer you stared, the wetter your eyes became, tears now streaming down your cheeks as you wrestled with your pants to get them off as quickly as possible, throwing them across the room in a messy heap. Your soft sobs only became heavier as you looked up at your open closet, wondering what else from the box you had just unpacked wasn’t going to fit you this year either. 

You tried your best to take a deep breath and distract yourself from your dismay by folding the rest of Javi’s clean laundry at the end of your bed before Javi came in from whatever he was doing to find you crying over a pair of pants. You aggressively folded the last of Javi’s shirts after composing yourself enough to finish your task, taking an extra moment to hug your favorite of his, his well loved red Texas A&M swimming shirt- one of the first he had left at your apartment when you began dating. You held the soft fabric against your face, finding relief in the sweet and familiar smell of him embedded in the shirt. You closed your eyes, letting out a deep sigh as you folded it and placed it with the rest of the pile, not even noticing that Javi had been watching from the doorway, grinning to himself as he watched you put away one of the shirts that had glady become more yours than his. 

“Hey, Hermosa.” Javi smiled as he walked over to you sitting cross legged on the bed, pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “I’m almost done cleaning out the truck. Do you wanna do lunch after I’m done? I can go pick up Alejandro’s for us. I’ve been fucking craving a BLT all day.” 

“Um, I don’t know, I’m uh- I’m not that hungry, I guess.” You mumbled, looking sheepishly back down at your pile of clothes, trying to hide the frustration on your face as you glared at your jeans laying on the floor at the end of your bed.

A puzzled look grew across Javi’s face as he watched you forcefully fold another one of his shirts, throwing it into the pile of folded clothes next to you before crossing your arms over your chest. Ever since he had met you, there had been very few times that you had turned down a meal, let alone anything from your favorite sandwich shop, especially knowing that you hadn’t eaten since breakfast a few hours ago. “You okay, baby? We don’t have to do Alejandro’s if you don’t want to I-” 

“It’s fine, Jav. I’m not that hungry, okay? If you wanna get a sandwich that’s fine, I’ll just have like, a banana or something.” You replied, perhaps a little harsher than intended, trying to use your anger to ward off anymore incoming tears. Javi quietly sat down on the bed next to you, placing his hand on your thigh as you looked up at the concern pooling in his sweet, brown eyes, clearly knowing all too well that you were not okay.

“Osita, what’s going on?” He murmured, running his other hand through the messy ends of your hair. 

“It’s nothing. It’s stupid.” You huffed, keeping your eyes locked with the denim enemy you had made only minutes ago. You could feel Javi sliding his hand across your face to cup your cheek, forcing your gaze to meet his, only raising an eyebrow at you in response to coax an answer out of you. “My favorite pair of jeans don’t fit.” 

Javi cocked his head to the side, trying to formulate a logical response to your statement. “Do you wanna go out and get new ones? We can go shopping if you need new jeans, Hermosa.” 

“No Jav, I don’t wanna go shopping for new pants, I want my old pants to fit because they were my favorite pair and now i’m too big for them. I don’t wanna try on any other pairs that I just hung up because if these ones don’t fit, those ones probably won’t either. I wanna be the same size I was a year ago when my fucking jeans still fit. I feel so gross and ugly and ahhhgghh they’re just stupid fucking pants and I know I can get new ones, but still.” There was no use in trying to hold back your tears at this point. You rambled as your cheeks grew red and wet, feeling like an idiot for being so distraught for letting a pair of pants ruin your morning, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel frustrated that you had gained enough weight since the last time you had tried them on that they didn’t even button anymore. Javi sat there for a moment, letting you finish your angry rant as you sniffled against his chest before lifting up your chin, using his thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes. 

“First of all, it’s not stupid, or dumb.” Javi softly smiled at you, tracing small circles against your jaw as you looked up at him. “Baby, believe me, I had to buy my fair share of new clothes when I came back home after Colombia, and I felt shitty about it too. Second of all, regardless of whether those jeans fit you or not, I still think that you are the most beautiful, amazing, attractive woman I have ever seen in my entire fucking life. I love everything about you, Osita- every inch of you is perfect.” 

“I’m your wife, you have to say that.” You sniffed, letting out a little laugh as the tiniest smirk began to form on your lips from Javi’s sweet words. Javi laughed to himself, shaking his head before turning back to you. 

“No, it means more because out of all the women in the world there is no one else that I would rather be with than you. “Baby…” He paused, looking you up and down, biting down on his lip before speaking again. “Baby, you know how much I love everything about your body.” Reaching down, he grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he brought it up to his mouth, carefully kissing each knuckle. 

“I love your hands.” He grinned, leaning his body over yours. “I love your arms.” His kisses began to slowly travel up the sleeves of your shirt. “I love your neck.” He rasped, nipping at your skin, his kisses now beginning to become wet and heavy. “I love your beautiful face. Fuck, you know you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Osita.” 

You let out a muffled moan as Javi’s lips met yours, his tongue quickly swiping against your parted mouth before pulling away, his kisses making their way back down your body as his hands worked at the hem of your shirt, helping you to raise your arms over your head as he pulled it off, tossing it off the side of the bed, leaving you in your bra. “You know how much I love these.” You could feel his smirk pressed against your skin as his hand freed the clasp around your back, his hands kneading at your breasts, kissing each one before flicking your pebbled nipples along his tongue. 

“Javi…” You whimpered, your breath shaky and weak as he slid himself off the edge of the bed, his fingertips digging into the meat of your ass as lifted you up and slid your underwear down your thighs as they pooled around your ankles. “Fuck, I love your ass.”  He mewled, setting you back down as he gently nudged open your legs, admiring the slick that had already begun pooling between your thighs, your cunt wet and glistening as he kissed up the exposed flesh of your legs. “And you already know how much I love this.” He smirked, swiping two of his fingers between your folds, collecting your arousal as he began to circle around your clit, making you moan. “Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen, goddamn. I’ll never get over it.” His breath was hot against your entrance as he took one long, drawn out lick with a broad stroke of his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves as he looked up with you, a devilish grin on his face. “Let me show you, baby. Let me show you how much I love every fucking inch of you, okay?” 

You nodded frantically, easily complying with his request as he nestled his broad frame between your legs, draping his arm over your hips to hold you in place as he slid two fingers into your heat, curling his hand to reach the spot inside you he knew made you crumble before diving back in between your legs, beginning to lick you up like a man starved. His tongue swirled against your clit, the firmness of each stroke and the deep press of his fingers making you writhe under his touch, grabbing fist fulls of your comforter to ease the tension already building in your belly. You could feel him switching tactics, latching his lips around your sensitive nub, rapidly sucking at the the throbbing bundle of nerves, working his fingers deeper in your cunt as he felt you begin to clench around him. 

“Fuck Javi, fuck, right there baby- fuck, I’m close.” You reached one of your hands down, tugging at the ends of Javi’s dark curls, as if to pull his face closer to you as you could feel your orgasm building at the base of your spine, desperate for him to give you your sweet release. 

His thick fingers bumped along your g-spot, curving them ever so slightly in the way he had memorized like the back of his hand to make you come undone. The tingle along your spine quickly spread down your legs, pleasure building rapidly throughout your body as you felt yourself on the edge of release. Lifting his arm off your waist, he reached down to grab your hand that had been tangled in the sheets, engulfing it in his grasp as he intertwined his fingers with yours. 

“Dameló, (give it to me) sweet girl. Let go, baby, I’ve got you.” 

You could feel the pressure inside you snap, the tingling in your veins quickly transforming into full blown pleasure as your orgasm swept through you. You gushed around his hand, clenching down on his fingers as they gently pulsed inside you as you came down from your high, a smug look spreading across the slick covered sheen of Javi’s face as he withdrew them, licking the juices clean as he sucked his fingers in his mouth. 

“So fucking sweet. Can I keep showing you how much I love everything about you, Osita? Show you how much your husband loves his fucking beautiful wife?” He smirked, kissing his way up your body as he stood, towering over you. You nodded, reaching down to palm at the bulge straining against the denim of his jeans as Javi began to undo his belt buckle, shuffling his pants and boxers down his hips before reaching over his head to pull off his army green t-shirt that had been straining against the broadness of his shoulders. You shuffled back on the bed, Javi crawling over you, nipping at your exposed skin as snaked his hand between your bodies to stroke his cock before running his tip through your folds, collecting the shining slick of your arousal along his length. 

“Please, Javi. Please.” You whined, squirming your bottom half, aching to feel Javi inside you as he continued to tease you relentlessly, relishing in your desperate state. 

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely. So needy, hmmmm? This what you want?” He rasped, gently pushing himself inside you, making you gasp as his hips flushed with yours, feeling his cock bottom out against your cervix. His thickness made you breathless, only able to whimper and nod in response as every inch of him filled you. Almost painfully slowly, he began to pull back, his strokes slow and methodical as the lewd sounds of your moans and the wetness between you coated the walls of your bedroom. As his thrusts began to speed up, he ran his hands down your arms before grabbing your wrists, pinning them above your head and holding them in place with his broad grasp. He caged his chest with yours, the warm touch of your bare skin pressed against each other as he rocked into you, planting hot, wet kisses along your neck, sucking at your pulse point. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Hermosa. I can’t believe this is all fucking mine.” He whispered, his voice low and tender as he slipped his grip away from your wrists, sliding his hand under your back to pull you up, resting his palm on the small of your back as he helped you to sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in the nape of his neck, and fingers in the dark curls of his hair, the new position making the pressure building in your core grow rapidly. Javi snaked his hand between your bodies, reaching down to rub back and forth along your clit as he punched into you, each thrust somehow more satisfying than the last. 

“Oh shit- Javi, fuck- Fuck, you feel so good, please don’t stop baby, don’t stop.” Javi had learned all too well from the tremble of your incoherent babbles and tightness now squeezing around his cock that you were close to coming undone, and he knew exactly what you needed to push you over the edge. 

“Yeah? I know you’re close, baby girl. Give me another one, Osita. Be a good girl and cum one more time around my dick before I fuck myself so deep inside you. Fuck me, you’re so fucking perfect. I know you’re close, baby, it’s okay.” 

Javi was snapping into you, splitting you open with each thrust, making every inch of your body shiver as the tingling in your lower belly began to build towards your sweet release, your mind going blank from his filthy words he knew damn well were your weakness. 

“Fuck, Javi, Javi, oh shit- Fuck, Javi, I’m gonnahhhhhhhh-” Your legs shook as your orgasm flooded through your body, the cries of your husband’s name quickly turning to silent sobs into his shoulder as your body went slack, pleasure taking over you. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so hot when you cum like that. Shit- I’m close too, Hermosa. Eres perfecta. Mierda, tengo tanta suerte. Te amo con todo mi corazón (You’re perfect. Shit, I’m so lucky. I love you with all of my heart). Oh fuck me, shit, oh fuckkkkkk.” With only a few more thrusts deep inside, Javi followed suit, milking himself of every last drop of his spend into you, the mixture of your arousal pooling beneath you as he slumped into you, your chests heaving with shallow breaths as you came down from each of your highs. 

Reaching his hands up to cusp your face, Javi leaned in to kiss you, his lips strong and tender against yours, making your cheeks warm as he pulled away to brush back a stray piece of messy hair that had fallen in your face. “I know I can’t fix how you feel, but I hope that was at least some reassurance that I mean it when I say that you are the most beautiful woman on earth, Osita.” Javi smirked at you, rubbing his thumb against your jaw as his chocolate brown eyes gazed at yours. 

“I meannnn, it does help a little.” You giggled, pecking a quick kiss onto Javi’s lips. “Thank you, Jav. I definitely still think that’s a bit of an overstatement and doesn’t help me fit back into my jeans, but it’s really sweet of you. I love you.” 

“Te amo mucho. (I love you so much.) It’s true. And I’ll keep saying it until you believe me. In fact…” Javi’s face lit up with a devilish grin as he wrapped your arms around your back, scooting the both of you off the bed, making you squeal in delight as you locked your legs over his waist, holding you up, beginning to walk you both towards your bathroom. “I think that we need to take a shower and I can show you again just how much I love everything about you. And then…” He pepper ticklish kisses along your neck and collar bone in between each word as he sat you down on the bathroom counter, hands grasping your face. “We’re gonna go out and get BLT’s for lunch because I know you’re fucking hungry and I don’t want you to be cranky when we come back home and fuck you until you can’t walk.” 

“I’m honestly fucking starving, I could eat 14 BLT’s right about now.” You laughed, shaking your head at the thought that not long ago, you were willing to forgo your favorite lunch because of a stupid pair of pants. “God, you’re amazing. And a fucking menace. You better get me in that shower, Peña- You’ve got a hungry, horny wife waiting for you.”

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[lenoraah]

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴

pairing - charles leclerc x reader

summary - cute and (hopefully) short moments in charles and reader’s relationship written in headcannons

a/n - i did this for Logan and decided to do one for Charles too

☆ logan’s version

★ ☆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

anniversary-

~cute and smutty

~i see breakfast in bed and then a fun night in your future

~packing would be fun, matching outfits, beach pieces and parkas, something fun for the night

~roses and expensive glass of wine

~i think if your anniversary was on a race weekend then you would definitely go with him even if you had to use the rest of your vacation days (we all know what we’d do for him)

~i think it would be a cute tradition if you would get him something from a small local shop wherever you are while Charles is at practice

~either way it will be fun and exciting and sexy if you want it to be

your color-

~no matter what your color is i can see that Charles will freak out and be all excited whenever he saw something in your color

~bulky knitted sweaters, yoga pants, t-shirt, jackets, really anything

~it would be really adorable when he comes home and half of his luggage is just stuff in your color

~half of your closet would just be the clothes in your color that he has gotten you

~not to mention he’d also get jewelry, pottery, blankets and tiny decor pieces

~I have a very clear image;

~imagine, you are on your way to congratulate one of the drivers while Charles is in an interview. after the interview all he wants to do is find you and in the giant sea of people, it’s kind of hard. however he recognizes you very quickly with a smile on his face. how? by the sweater you have on. which he can clearly see even though your back is facing home while you are talking to Lando.

matching jewelry-

~i think we’ve all seen the one gorgeous Forza Ferrari bracelet that Charles has on

~i love it when a man wears jewelry

~maybe it’s a clay bead bracelet or maybe it’s one of those string ones

~i don’t know it’s really your choice, either way i think it would be really cute and have a heart or maybe something that is color coded

~maybe the two of you made the one for the other person

~i personally think that even though Charles has that huge stack of bracelets, yours would be the one he wouldn’t take off

~now what do we think about a necklace with his first initial on it

having pets together-

~the two of you would get either a cat or dog after the first year you’re together

~one of you would probably throw out a crazy idea like a tarantula or gecko

~which of course quickly gets denied by the other person

~either something inspired names or very original

~if you get a cat, a certain Williams driver will be very thrilled to hang out or catsit for the two of you

~if you get a dog, that means that if you ever decide to bring him/her to a race Angie and Roscoe would have another dog to gossip to about team strategies

~sorry couldn’t help myself, after all i am a depressed Ferrari fan 😀

[seat-safety-switch]

Now that it's no longer winter in my part of the world, it's time to start thinking about buying winter clothing for next year. During the glorious four-and-a-half weeks we get before the snow falls again, the stores put out all their new ski gear for us to sample.

In Canada, it is critically important for your survival that you select only the finest things. A gap in a parka could mean a slow, icy death while waiting for the bus. Mittens that don't fit right will cost you a finger when you try to fumble for your keys to the mailbox. And the balaclava is the most problematic garment of all.

Don't believe me? Maybe you don't know what a balaclava is. It's Polish or French or something, for "ski mask." Balaclavae actually predate the existence of skiing, as they were discovered back in the stone age when cavemen needed to rob banks. And it's that aspect of their history that makes them so troubling nowadays.

While you don't need to go to a bank quite as often now as you used to, the tellers will still get a little on edge when you go in there to cash your pogey cheque while also wearing the classic uniform of a masked bank robber. I'm usually pretty good at remembering to remove them, but sometimes it's just a big hassle. A thin layer of ice covering it means that you'll get snow up your nostrils, and then you'll sound really stupid when you go to talk to the pretty bank teller at the end of the row. Plus your hair will be all fucked up. A non-starter. Better to just risk it, and keep the thing on.

What Canadian civilization needs is a way to separate effective weather gear from a criminal's disguise. Many have proposed alternative kinds of facial covering, ranging from balaclavas that are just brightly coloured, to a plastic mask with lifeless eyes saying "NOT A CROOK" even though it was clearly modelled after Brian Mulroney. These are half-measures, at best, and not enough to fix our broken society.

Here's what I propose: a ski mask licensing scheme. Everyone pays me a bunch of money when they wear their ski masks, fills out a little form, and I give them either a green (good person) or red (bad person) sticker. Then you just show your sticker to the teller, and everything is either fine or you suffer a brutal assault by the security guards. Sure, they could be counterfeit, but that would be illegal, and also why I would like to propose a companion red-and-green sticker licensing scheme.

[atlaculture]

Live-Action Promo Pics - Katara

I’ve been hesitant to comment much on the the live-action series, as most of the discourse has revolved around the casting. I’ve already made my ideal ATLA fancast pretty well-known and I don’t feel comfortable harshly critiquing children/teens for not looking like my favorite cartoon characters. At the end of the day, it’s the casting directors that we should hold responsible, not working actors trying to make a living.

However, I have no problem reviewing the costumes--- which I presume were made by industry professionals of adult age. In fact, I’d say the goals of this blog obligate me to give my two cents. So, enjoy my completely subjective take on the promotional costumes:

Katara

What I Liked

Braided hair loopies! This has been fanon for years now, so it’s nice to finally see it done in an official adaption.

They did a good job of translating the wave pattern on Katara’s coat into something more elaborate.

The fur trim is good, although I wish the fluff around her hood was a bit fuller and thicker.

I like her hair beads.

What I Didn’t Care For

It feels like cosplay. Mind you, I love cosplay, but it’s a very different beast from movie costuming. Cosplay is about imitating the 2D designs as closely as possible; movie costuming is about taking the 2D designs and making them functional.

The blue color-coding in the show works for a cartoon, but less so in real life. A coat for a live-action Katara should look like it was made from real animal furs, and synthetic blue fur is just never going to give that effect.

The coat looks too new. It should look more worn, considering this is everyday wear for her.

In general, the coat looks nice but cheaply made. Like it could be a costume you’d buy for Halloween called “Arctic Water Girl”.

Overall, I give it 5 water whips out of 10.

Like what I’m doing? Tips always appreciated, never expected. ^_^

https://ko-fi.com/atlaculture

Click below for links to how I wish her coat looked.

I had a feeling this would be the direction they would take with the Water Tribe, but I still can’t help but feel disappointed. I’ve been spoiled by the better realized interpretations I’ve seen in fanart, with more realistic fur parkas and blue detailing. This is all personal preference, of course, but just take a look at all of the beautiful interpretations of Water Tribe clothing out there:

https://www.tumblr.com/ash-and-starlight/704817804388548608?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/ash-and-starlight/693847558563430400?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/chiptrillino/717611956655325184?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/chiptrillino/698450671239921664?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/chiptrillino/692656226353463296?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/chiptrillino/642057819823243264?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/atlaculture/719418204708061184?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/bernard-the-rabbit/705601232213049344?source=share

[kenny-the-ken]

can you do a fic where kenny steals himself a hot goth gf from the sp goth kids?:) BUT she’s a dominatrix

Dark Seductress

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! Warnings!!! nsfw content, dirty talk

Kenny was besotted with you, he had been for about a year, it was more than a crush at this point, in fact, all his friends knew about it, and teased him for it. As if a 21 year old would go for someone a year younger than them, but Kenny didn't care, every time you passed him in the hallways of your college he felt his breath catch in his throat.

He had to do something about this, and quick. But you were so out of his league. You didn't seem the type to be attached to an average guy, not to mention that Kenny wasn't exactly rolling in cash either, which only made him even more self conscious. But he needed an answer, god he hoped you'd say yes.

Kenny knew you and your small group of friends sat out the back of the college, smoking cigarettes and chatting shit about everyone else. You were a goth, normally not Kenny's type, but by god were you perfect.

Long, black hair that cascaded down your back, and today he couldn't help but let his mind wander, you were wearing a leather corset top, that had straps a over your breasts in the shape of a pentagram, that connected round your throat, a black, pleated skirt, with chains and leather straps that hung in long loops from its waistband, fishnet stocking that were held up on your leg by a garter you wore under your shirt skirt, and a large pair of black platform boots, with straps and buckles across them.

Kenny swore you dressed like this on purpose, just for him to see, and when he saw your friends getting up to head to their classes, he watched on, seeing you stay seated on the step you were on, taking a long drag of your cigarette.

This was his chance! And by god he was going to take it! Kenny made his way over to you, trying his best to channel his typical confident swagger. And he approached you, stopping in front of you.

"Mind if I sit here?" Kenny questioned, and you held out your hand to where the others previously sat, indicating that he could indeed sit with you.

There was a small silence, as you opened up your cigarette box, plucking one from it before holding it out to Kenny, offering one to him.

"Thanks." Kenny shot you a gappy smile, taking one from the box and pulling a lighter from his pocket, both of you now smoking together in silence.

"What's your name?" You asked, turning slightly so you could see him better, cocking a brow, as he pulled down his orange parka hood, his messy blonde locks escaping from their prison.

"I'm Kenny. Kenny McCormick. And you are?" He asked, not that he didn't already know, but he didn't want to come across like a creep.

"I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you, Kenny. I'm surprised you spoke to me, most people think we're scary." You teased, a laugh emanating from both of you.

"You're not scary at all, just really fuckin' hot." Kenny spoke, taking a drag of his cigarette, and you did the same, exhaling the smoke as you spoke.

"That's good to know, personally I think you're a little cutie. I bet you'd look perfect tied up beneath me." You pushed further, and Kenny's cheeks shone red, almost lost for words.

"So you like to be dominant then?" Kenny questioned his eyebrow quirked in interest. Personally, till this point he'd never really thought of a woman dominating him, liking to be the dominant partner himself, but he reckons it would be pretty hot to be completely under your spell, I mean let's face it, he already was.

"I mean, I like to switch, I like to be submissive too, but I also like being the dominant party too." You replied, stubbing your cigarette out on the floor beside you. And Kenny had a smirk on his face, sitting now on the step beside you, his hand on your thigh as he took one last drag of his cigarette, flicking the butt away, blowing the smoke from his mouth, and leaning closer to you ear.

"I mean, I'd let you have your way with me anytime. All you gotta do is ask." Kenny whispered, and you smirked back at him, surprised slightly by his confidence, but wanting to see how submissive he really could be.

You shifted your body ever so closer to him, your own hand moving to grip his thigh, dangerously close to his groin, and delivering a hard squeeze to it, making Kenny gasp ever so slightly.

"Then how about you come over tonight and you can show me what you're made of." You teased, Kenny's cheeks flushed as he nodded quickly, eyes wide and focused on you.

"I'd fuckin' love that." Kenny breathed out, his cock already starting to swell in his jeans, you could feel the fabric tightening, your hand still on his thigh, and you leaned closer to him, scoffing slightly.

"Aw look, you getting hard for me already, hm? So responsive." You teased further, as Kenny's teeth caught his bottom lip, and he was sure he was going to draw blood he bit down that hard.

"I'll send you my address. See you tonight, pretty boy." You spoke before standing, knowing from where Kenny was sitting he had a perfect view up your skirt, and by god was he glad he looked, you wore lace red panties, and he swore he came in his pants just looking at you.

You turned on your heel and walked away from him, glancing back to send him a quick wink, what had he gotten himself into? And why was he the most excited he'd ever been about a sexual encounter in his life?

Let me know if y'all want a part 2, cause I am so down for that 🫢

[marimayscarlett]

I BEG!!! SHOW ME THE BEST RICHARD DAD ATTIRE PLEASE AND THANKS 🥵

Hi! Sure thing 🫡 Here goes the best of:

Richard's dad looks 101

Richard has different signature styles in his dad attire closet, all kind of similar and yet unique.

We have the typical beanie and shirt combo:

A must-have clothing item completing the 'comfy dad look' is the beloved and frequently worn track pants, preferably from Adidas.

Furthermore we have the iconic shirt and longsleeve combo or just a longsleeve (which I personally like best regarding the dad attire):

Again we see the loyalty to the track pants 👌🏼

While we're in the long sleeve department, no dad list is complete without his pink hoodie collection, for example this one (from Comme des Garçons):

This also represents another vital dad item for Richard: The red cap. Concerning his dad look, this also has to be mentioned. Despised by many, loved by few, absolutely adored by him for whatever reason, but as long he's happy with it, so am I 🫡 Another comfy dad outfit including said cap:

An adorable thing about Richard and quite frankly pretty sustainable is that he really keeps on wearing the same clothes for years, he definitely has his favourites. Very dad-like and I highly support this 🙏

Like the purple star shirt and the 'Dead Kennedys' shirt:

The 'Legends' shirt (he even has that one in two colours):

Or the white "Comfort Italia" long sleeve he must have in his closet for years on this point (absolutely love this one):

Another dad look, not seen that often but very fitting for him, is this one with the polo shirt. I think he looks so handsome in it:

Rather comfy and cuddly dad looks are the ones including sweat jackets (preferably with beanie):

And last but not least, maybe not what you call a real 'dad' look, but I will never get tired of mentioning my absolute favourite dad-ish out and about look of him. Him in a beanie and parka, absolute heart eyes when I see him like this:

So I hope there's something to your taste in this post, Richard is a wonderful example of dad attire which can be quite endearing 😌

[lasht0nl]

First post!

hello to anyone who sees this! This is my first post, I'm new to Tumblr and don't know much about how to use it. But I wanna post about headcannons about shows I like so here I am! I like south park and if you see this go ahead and give me suggestions!

Teen Stan headcannons:

On the football team

Dyes his roots blonde

Still hates Randy because of the whole weed farm

grunge style

On and off relationship with Wendy

Bi curious

prefers He/They pronouns

Best friends with Tolkien and Kyle

still friends with the goth kids

prefers to stay at Kyle's house than his own

Isn't sure if he's romantic attracted to Kyle

Not the most romantic guy ever but he kinda tries

His hoarding problem came back when Randy bought the farm but once every month Wendy and Kyle help him clean out his locker, school bags, etc

Teen Kyle headcannons:

In band and the basketball team

Wears glasses

Grew out his hair, not too long but now he can put it in a small ponytail

programs computers

His style is grunge cottagecore

Still has no luck in the dating department

Clear skin

Still wears his hat but let's some of his red hair show

Contemplated dying his hair once but Stan BEGGED him not to be cause it would mess up his curls (also because he likes to play with his hair)

Has a long hair and skin routine that Cartman makes fun of him for

Still hates Cartman

In student council with Wendy

Best friends with Stan and Wendy

Teen Kenny headcannons:

On the track team, also in art

Has a missing tooth, it comes back every time he respawns but he always finds a way to take pull it out

Once Karen turned ten he stopped dressing up as Mysterion and gave her his question mark as a necklace

He still dresses up as Mysterion when his parents are being mean to them tho

Has playboys scattered all over his room, hidden in his closet, under his mattress, everywhere

When he can't sleep he goes outside to whatever is left of SoDoDoPa and smokes there

Buys weed off Randy much to Stan's protest

Tries to take a shower as much as possible but he always ends up letting Karen use the little water they have to shower

Started working at City sushi to be able to buy Karen clothes, toys, coloring supplies, etc

Best friends with Cartman

Still wears his parka but usually has it unzipped or around his waist and wears baggy usually ripped and dirty cargo pants with a white shirt or tank top

Still loyal to the main 3 but also started hanging out with Craig's gang and Butters

Tries to get laid but his lack of hygiene doesn't help

Teen Cartman headcannons:

Too lazy to do after school sports/activities

Has a lot of acne

Tried to get back with Heidi once, did not go well

Sometimes let's Kenny take a shower at his house but usually says that he's too dirty and that he's ganna find dead fleas in his bathtub

Still a huge cat person and even though his cat is getting old he's surprisingly good with it and takes care if it well

Still really immature and rude to his mom but after she started putting her foot down on things he leveled it down a bit

Tried skincare to get rid of his acne, didn't work, so now he lashes out at Kyle for it

Best friends with Butters and Kenny

Developed a small friendship with Shelly

Has secret friendship bracelets with Butters

Still crossdresses, usually does it in private but sometimes does it with Butters

Still has clyde frog

Still in contact with Scott Tenorman

[kira-broflovski]

Dressed Up || Kenny McCormick x Reader

note: characters are in high school

Ever since Kenny had asked you to the formal school dance, you had been counting down the days until you got to see him dressed up in a suit. It also meant spending the entire evening together.

So naturally, you couldn't be more excited.

There was only a few more minutes before he was supposed to arrive so you could go together. You stood in the middle of your bedroom, staring at yourself in the mirror while the only thing on your mind was him.

Faint knocking on your door was heard before your mom walked in and smiled at you. "You look so beautiful, honey!"

"Thanks, mom." You smiled back at her, brushing down your dress in anticipation.

"C'mon downstairs, we need to take some pictures." She walked out and you followed behind her, trying not to trip with your floor-length dress and heels on.

"Of course."

Walking downstairs, you saw your dad leaning on a wall close to the front door as he wanted to be the first one to greet Kenny. When he looked over at you he smiled, trying hard to not get emotional.

"My baby is all grown up." Well, that lasted long. "You look amazing, Y/N."

"She does, doesn't she?" Your mother gushed as she stood next to your dad.

As it got closer to Kenny's arrival, your heartbeat sped up in anticipation. You were so focused you didn't hear your parents plan to get a photo with both you and him, which would likely be uploaded to Facebook later on.

The doorbell rung, making you jump. Your dad immediately opened the front door while you waited with your mom in the living room, and you heard your father welcome him inside.

Kenny walked through to where you stood with your mother, and his eyes landed on you. His heart was beating just as fast as yours.

"Oh, you look so handsome!" Your mother grinned, standing up to hug him.

He had saved up money for months, taking extra and long shifts, so he could buy the form-fitting suit he wore. He did wear sneakers on his feet, but that made him all the more charming: a reminder it was still him underneath the nice clothes.

"Thank you, Mrs. L/N." His voice sounded much more different when it wasn't being muffled by his classic orange parka. "Um, I brought you these."

He approached you, pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind him, and handed them to you. Seeing your eyes light up, somehow even more, he couldn't help but smile at you.

"You're so sweet, Kenny." You kissed him on the cheek, not even caring your parents were there. They adored him anyways, so it didn't matter.

However, just as you pressed the kiss to his cheek, you heard a faint shutter sound to indicate either of them had taken a picture.

"Well, you kids have fun now! See you guys later." Your mother waved you goodbye as the two of you made your way outside.

"Bye mom, bye dad!" You shouted back.

"Bye Mr. and Mrs. L/N!" Kenny ran slightly ahead of you to the truck he was borrowing from his dad, and opened the passenger door. "Ladies first," he said as he held it open for you.

"What a gentleman," you responded before getting in. He shut the door when he knew you were in safely and got into the driver's side.

The drive wasn't too long, so you barely realised you were at the school. Kenny took a deep breath before turning to look at you. The two of you sat there for a few minutes, just admiring the other person and thinking about how lucky you both were to have the other in your lives.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Y/N."

"You look pretty charming yourself, Kenny."

Both of you were already blushing messes and you hadn't even got out the car yet.

"Wait there." He instructed before hopping out the truck, which you noticed he had also cleaned. He ran around to the passenger side and opened the door for you. "Shall we?"

He held out his arm for you to take so you could safely step out, as you did you stumbled a little, but he was quick to put both of his hands on your shoulders.

"Careful, princess." He wore a cheeky smile on his face, which only resulted in your face getting hotter. "Let's go."

Your arms linked as you approached the entrance to the gymnasium of the school, where the dance was taking place. Getting closer you noticed five people standing outside the doors.

"There they are!" Wendy exclaimed, pointing over to you and Kenny, which made the other four she was with turn around.

"Took 'em long enough," Eric grumbled.

"Lookin' good, man!" Kyle directed towards Kenny.

"You look so different," came from Stan. He didn't want to say how good you looked in case Wendy got jealous.

"Has anyone told you that you look quite pretty?" Butters spoke up while looking at you, and you thanked him.

"Believe me," Kenny began. "I already have." His arm snaked around your waist so he could put his hand on your hip and bring you closer to him, almost like he was letting Butters know that you were his, not Butters'.

"What are we waiting for? C'mon!" Wendy took Stan by his arm and led him into the gym, you and Kenny following behind them.

"God damn lovebirds." Eric mumbled to himself, making the other two boys laugh next to him.

"C'mon, you grumpy ass."

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

CONGRATS STAR!

I’m here for Jake and “What are you doing up?” “My personal heater went away.” 🫠🫠

Cassie! Thanks for your congratulations! Here is your cute and fluffy Jake blurb for “What are you doing up?”, “My personal heater went away.” I hope you like it! 🥰😁

I Wouldn't Want This Without You

In hindsight, you should've known that you could take the Texan out of Texas, but he'd never really like the snow. Jake was so fond of you that when you'd suggested spending two weeks skiing in Colorado over Christmas and New Year's, he'd agreed almost immediately. He'd gone all out. He'd booked an apartment with a fireplace and views of the slopes, purchased ski gear and premium passes for the slopes, and done everything. And his excitement was catching. You'd been starry-eyed, dreaming of the trip for the entire month before you were due to leave.

The two of you had driven up to your AirBnB in the middle of a snowstorm the night before. Seeing the fat flakes drift lazily down from the sky, glistening in the late afternoon light, was intoxicating. While Jake had checked you in, you'd hopped out of the passenger seat, your head upturned, letting the flakes dust across your cheeks and catch in your hair and eyelashes. Jake had twirled you about in the snow, a childlike gleam in his eyes at the sight. Of course, the cold had set in later that night, and you’d walked out of the bathroom in a t-shirt and sweats to find the fireplace roaring and Jake wearing flannel-lined pants, thick socks, a long-sleeve t-shirt, and a sweater over it. He’d complained that he was cold until he fell asleep.

On your first day on the mountain, you’d been up with the birds, excitement flowing through your veins at the thought of the crisp, clean powder that had been falling from the sky all night. Jake, on the other hand, had reached for you, grumbled under his breath while still asleep, and rucked all the blankets around his body until all you could see was the top of his head. It made you giggle, looking at him as you got ready to hit the ski lifts.

Jake finally left the bed 45 minutes later when the scent of coffee yanked him out of his dreams. That was pretty much what the rest of the day had been like. You'd had a blast coursing down the slopes, rejoicing in the perfect snow and conditions. Jake spent most of the day falling on his ass. You should probably correct yourself in your earlier statements. Jake had thought of everything on your trip except ski lessons for himself.

"Sweets, I'm going to have a bruise the size of Texas on my ass when we get to the apartment." He'd groused on more than one occasion before he sidled up to you and murmured, "You're going to kiss it better, right?"

And you’d brushed the snow out of his parka each time, kissed his cold-bitten pink lips, and told him to try again. As the day progressed, you’d seen how the cold had sapped his good mood and how he struggled to stay cheerful for you. He’d nearly fallen asleep into his food when you ate dinner at the lodge. When Jake had face flopped onto the bed exhausted, you’d undressed him and tucked the blankets around his shoulders before curling into his arms. You’d fallen asleep soon after him, your body and mind just as exhausted after the relentless onslaught of the weak winter sun and biting cold.

Everything is dark when you wake up. The bedroom is illuminated only by the glowing embers of the fire and the blue glow from the snow piled up on the mountain town. The alarm clock glowing on the coffee table tells you it is just past 3AM. You’re still exhausted, but your mind won’t let you sleep, no matter how you curl into Jake’s arms. Fifteen minutes of tossing and turning later, you carefully slip out of his arms, padding silently out to sit on the sofa in front of the colossal windows in the living room. It’s started snowing again since the two of you had turned in for the night, and you’re content to sit and just observe the snow as it falls.

As you do, your mind turns to Jake. Things hadn’t always been smooth between you.  In fact, he’d hated your guts when you were first introduced to each other. You were a friend of Natasha’s, Phoenix, as her squadron knew her, and she’d wanted you to meet the people she trusted her life with every day. You thought you’d been nice when you met him, introducing yourself and striking up a conversation with him like you would have anyone else. Phoenix had told you he flirted with everyone under the sun, so that’s what you’d expected. But what you got instead was a stand-offish rude man who’d greeted you perfunctorily and then walked away. Your rampant lack of self-esteem had taken it to mean that you were too ugly to flirt with. The more you saw Jake, the more you hated yourself. Everything had reached a fever pitch the day you’d been stood up at the Hard Deck on a blind date. You’d walked up to the pool table, handed Tasha your bag, and locked yourself in the bathroom.

Jake had been the person to get you out of there a couple of hours later. He’d wheedled and charmed until you giggled on the other side of the door and hugged you tight when you finally stepped out. The rest, as they say, was history. Of course, he’d gotten the shovel talk of all shovel talks from Natasha, but you adored him. It’s been nearly a year since that fateful night, and you couldn’t imagine your life as it was before Jake. You love Jake. You love him with all your heart. So how are you going to tell him? You’re not a nun. Far from it. Your sex life with Jake has been mind-blowing. Every time you’re intimate with him, your orgasms take your breath away. And you know he loves you too. So why can’t you tell him?

You’re startled out of your thoughts when an arm wraps around your shoulder.

“Jake, what are you doing up?” You nuzzle into his chest as he drapes the blankets he’s carried from the bed around you.

“My personal heater went away, sweets.” He presses a kiss against your temple before tugging you into his lap. “The real question is, what are you doing up?”

“I just woke up, and my mind wouldn’t quiet down enough to let me get back to sleep.” You shrug, playing with one of the tassels on the blanket’s edge as you stare out over the snowy vista.

“What’s on your mind, darlin’?” His arms are so warm as you cuddle closer to him. “Please tell me, beautiful, especially if I did something wrong. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I did. C’mon, sweetheart.”

Your resulting sigh is shuddery as you play with his fingers. “It’s not anything you did, Jake. Not intentionally, anyhow.” You turn in his arms and straddle his lap. His hands rest on your waist as you cup his face in your hands. 

“So, what is it, gorgeous?” You can see something way too close to resignation on his face as you peer into his eyes in the half-light. “If you want to break up with me 'cause I can’t ski to save my life, can it wait until we’re home?”

“I’m not breaking up with you, Jake.” You swallow, trying to collect the words. “I love you. So, so much. But what’s happened, I don’t know if we’re, if you’re ready for.”

You can’t see his face when you say the next words, so you snap your eyes closed before finally spitting the words out. “I’m pregnant. 10 weeks. I found out a week ago. And I know I should’ve told you sooner. But you’re away so much, and while you love being an uncle, that’s different than being a dad. I didn’t want this to be the reason why we fell apart. M’so”

You’re cut off by the sweetest kiss Jake has ever pressed against your lips. His tongue slides soothingly across your bottom lip, pressing into the seam of your mouth until you’re kissing him with all the passion he’s kissing you. You’re breathing raggedly when he pulls away, and you open your eyes. This is a look on Jake’s face you’ve never seen before. 

“I love you, gorgeous. You make me the happiest man in the world every day I wake up by your side. And now you’re giving me a family? I never thought I’d have that happy home to return to before you. I’m going to take care of you and this baby. I promise.” 

You kiss him wrapping your arms around his neck before fishing your phone out of the pile of blankets around you both.

“Want to see the pregnancy test and come to my 12-week scan when we get back home?” 

“Yeah, sweets.” His voice sounds so fond as the two of you go through the pictures.

“Merry Christmas, Jake.” He presses a kiss against your jaw before setting his palm against your lower stomach. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart. I love you both. We’ll figure out all of the rest of this together.”

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Do you have any theories about why Kenny wears his parka over his mouth? And why he never takes his gloves off when everyone else does? Even Lizzy, who wears a similar hooded coat, leaves her face unobscured

Hmmm….well I did have some headcannons on why Kenny mostly keeps himself covered and hidden away in his orange parka. Ha I know some peeps with the re-birth theory have it that no scars from his previous deaths stay with him since he supposedly gets a brand new body to be re-born in. But I could see his death scars still following him even onto the new body…only he and other immortals or others that can somehow remember his curse can see them…but the scars bother him and so he keeps himself tucked away in his orange coat…I also feel the parka adds a bit of comfort to him. It's not much but it gives him a bit of security acting much like a security blanket he wears wherever he goes…

That could be part of it for his mouth as well?….I don't think I have a reason for that…maybe he gets cold around the mouth area? I know sometimes here in winter it's freezing enough for me to pull my hood up and cover my face with it it provides extra warmth. So maybe Kenny does the same thing? XD Or maybe there's some scarring around his mouth or a missing tooth/teeth? Maybe he just feels comfortable with the hood wrapped around his head/mouth? And maybe it's the same for the gloves? Maybe his hands are cold? Ha I do have a personal hc that his body temp depends on how recently he died and reincarnated…when he's just been recently reborn/reincarnated his body/hands are ice/ghost cold like zombie hands. The longer he's been alive the warmer his body and hands are ha that's the blood having to recirculate through his system have fun with that if you want. XD

Or maybe his hands also have death marks all over them…do you think maybe sometimes he's reborn/reincarnated with missing fingers? Like how some theories/headcanons (that I love to go with myself) have him being reincarnated in a body that's slightly different from the last….so ha in theory just with nature's roulette he could be born with stuff that's missing and he has to roll with it...ok that went on a bit longer and more in depth than I intended it to. But there's some possible theories for ya. I probably could think of more later on. XD

[thinky-think-brainblast]

Am I the only one that really, really , really, HATES how mixed kids are portrayed in LOK.

Like why is their so much waisted potential, and it makes me so mad because I would really love to see one person embrace both of their parents nations therefore, by inheritance, ALSO THEIR OWN NATIONS. Like don’t just embrace the nation were their bending comes from or the nation of which they look like the most. *cough cough* Mako and Bolin.

Like we all know this is about Bumi, Kya, and Tenzin,

And like I know that Aang was the last of his people so it only made sense for Tenzin to take on more of his air nomad or air nation side, and I know it could be the parents fault that children don’t embrace both cultures, and I could get into the whole argument of *why didn’t Aang teach Kya and Bumi* and all of that, but one you have already heard that like a billion times, and two yes Aang SHOULD have helped them embrace their air nomad side more after all they are part of the few people who still carry air nation genes. And lets leave Aang bieng a better father at that (which by the way am still very mad that they wrote him like that.)

Let’s get back to the kids becuase it is the little things they could have done and didn’t do, as an example why did Tenzin not give Pema a bethroval necklace, like in my mind he did and Pema wears it but we can’t see it cause her robes hide it OR why didn’t we see Tenzin wear a Parka (I know airbenders don’t get cold just hear me out) when he was in the South Pole just because its his culture and he can embrace it down there. Or why doesn’t Kya carry around the necklace that Yang Chen, Gyatso, and Aang have, correct me if am wrong but I believe that they are used by air nomads to meditate, and she enjoys meditation even taught some of the knew air nation. I imagine she wouldn’t wear it around her neck but have it wrapped around her wrist or wear it on her hip like if it was hanging from a utility belt and then when she meditates she would USE IT. Imagine it is the necklace Aang used to wear so it would become parallel to katara wearing her moms necklace. And this are small details because I know Tenzin is the last airbender for a while and Kya is one of the few waterbenders who originally come from the southern water tribe, so they wouldn’t be able to embrace both their cultures so much. But lets talk about the other one… BUMI, in my mind he doesn’t only dress in water tribe clothes but his outfits are the perfect mix between both his cultures, he is a non-bender he doesn’t owe anyone anything, but the writers are cowards. And for me thats the bare minimum anyway, if it were really up to ME THEY WOULD ALL EMBRACE THEIR CULTURES.

Then again there is also the issue that whatever traditions or customs Tenzin does or practices will probably be copied or passed down to the air acolytes and the new air nation. We see this in LOK in one aspect, the nuclear family’s, Tenzin was raised by Aang and Katara in a reasonably big family ,water tribe style, this is something him himself carried on to do. This is not the traditional way to raise or procreate as airnomads, but it would have also been very hard to to due to there only being one airbender. Air nomads get raised in air temples with several other people they aren’t or don’t know if they are related too. So Aang and Tenzin did have to have a nuclear family, but the way Tenzin family is is very much representing of how he was raised. In the water tribes I ca imagine is more common to have big family’s and a little detail that is a clea water tribe family aspect I noticed in LOK is when Tenzin and Pema are sleeping in bed and we see Meelo right in the middle also sleeping until he answers the phone. I imagine this is something Tenzin learned from his own childhood, to have little kids sleep between both their parents while they are still toddlers or very young children, we can’t be sure but it will probably happen that this would be seen in Meelo, Jinora, Ikki, and Rohan, when they are older in their own families, if they have kids. Either way when we think about the air nation having a mixed of aspects of the water tribe culture we can’t ignore the fact that the new air nation will most likely also bring Earth Nation traditions into the air nomad culture, I mean Opal isn’t going to completely leave the traditions she was raised in and she is still pretty young imagine an older person having to cut off the traditions they have known all their lives. So at the end how much effort does Tenzin need to put into keeping air nomad culture as alive as it can when the changes that are going to happen to it are so clearly going to continue. I mean am sure Aang knew for a fact that air nomad culture was never going to be the same again. It wouldn’t make a difference in the world if the culture wasn’t the exact same, it would be a great loss in history and extremely saddening for a entire culture that was so different to others be changed(one of the reasons I don’t want to read Yangchens books is to not see how much of this culture was really lost), but it is not crucial to the balance of the world. What was crucial was for their to be airbenders, how this people go on about bieng airbenders doesn’t really matter to the safety of the world.

So yeah I got a bit side tracked, cause airbender culture is a whole other topic

[mayonnaise-sock]

Does Kenny ever realize he is some sort of nonbinary (gender fluid, non binary, trans, idk whichever) or does he continue to be a boy magical girl 100%. Also does the rat ever broaden his horizons or does he just stay as ugly on the inside as he is on the outside?

I don’t think that much about kenny’s gender, to me he seems somewhere between a cross dresser and genderfluid, but he doesn’t seem like the sort of person to care about it much? If that makes sense? He just seems super comfortable in his gender, whatever that is, so i think i’ll just leave it up to reader interpretation, because like, maybe i’m totally wrong here, but i feel like it wouldn’t change much if he were to be trans or genderfluid or nb, agender, genderqueer, cis or anything else, because regardless he’s still happy to wear a skirt, still walking around in that parka, etc etc. I just think it’s more fun for kenny’s gender to be up to the readers. Since i doubt it would impact the story all that much.

Butters on the other hand

Kenny being a magical girl has a direct impact on butters gender and i hope i do marjorine justice. I unfortunately am actually a very bad judge of what plots are good and what aren’t, so i could be writing the worst egg cracking ever and i’d have no idea :(

The rat is uhh… at still figurinh the plot out, and i only have so much planned but i don’t really see mevvi getting better. He’s pretty stubborn, like an old person. Which he is, he’s kinda old. Not like dawn-of-time-old, but he’s old. maybe i should make a post on mascot lore.

Tldr: kenny’s gender is up to you, i hope i do marjorine justice, and mevvi sucks for life.