#(( you so know he thinks the lewdest shit oh boy ))

[yes-another-obey-me-blog]

Feral boys that’s all I ask. 🤤What would the boys be like when they go feral? 🧐

In the light of me thirst posting I shall serve!

Lucifer.

- ya demon is prideful, he will parade around you and tease you. Oh darling he'll make it obvious what he wants but won't say a word or ask you for it. No darling that's your job.

- He will turn you into a puddle with deep kisses, heavey petting and wandering eyes.

- You will be pinned against the wall with just enough space between you two, to close but not close enough at the same time.

- You'll be seduced with his words and teasing, you will break first and he'll be happy to help you darling.

" If you wanted me that bad my dear all you had to do was ask. Don't worry, I won't stop until your satisfied. Now be a dear and scream for me."

Mammon.

- A tsundere to heart much like Lucifer he won't ask but he's going to be more blushy about it. But he does have a breaking point.

- If your oblivious to flirting you're going to drive him mad. Mammon will make shy advances, touches that linger a bit longer than they should.

- But you keep brushing him off as a friend, a oh boy does that make him boil. He goes farrel by pinning you to your bed and kissing you. He's done holding back.

- When he allows you to breath he spills everything, his true feelings, what he wants, and what he plans to do. Only if you let him of course.

" Ya must really like getting the great Mammon going don't ya? Ya feel that? That's what ya do to me Y/n, ya make me like this. I want to ravish ya treasure, will you let me?

Levi.

- The only way your going to get Levi farrel is to make him jealous. And that's playing with fire, or would it be Lotan in this case? Anyway it could end badly.

- It was just and otome from the human world, that's all it was, just one of your many husbandos/wifu. And he was losing his shit.

- That character was flirty, assertive, confident, everyone he wasn't and he was dying because you said that ones your favorite. Demon form engage.

- His tail wraps around your waist and pulls you into his lap, his hands on your game glaring down at the character and he bites and licks your neck. His thick forked tongue making it's way past your lips and wraps around yours sucking and pulling you closer. Congrats! You unlocked Levi: Admiral ending!

" I want you. I want your attention, your love your heart, your everything. I don't want to share you. Open your mouth I want to kiss you again."

Satan.

- Ever the romantic, he will drop hints with his poetry and romance novels. He will be oh so innocent about it to. Asking you to read this part or what you think about this poem. All of them are about sex and passion.

- He will read the poem aloud and as it gets more and more passionate, he will look you in the eye his voice getting deeper and deeper and eyes getting darker.

- Keep squirming under his gaze kitten he's living for your reactions right now. He will look you in the eyes and ask what you thought of it. If you don't want to go first don't worry he'll tell you exactly what he think of it.

- Contrary to popular belief, he won't ask to recreate the scene, that's unoriginal. No, no, he'll have you scream your own poetry for him.

"Befor we get to the main event I want you to show me your favorite spots. Show me everything, leave no page unturned, no word unspoken. You will scream for me kitten and I want to make sure your ready for me."

Asmo.

- When is he not farrel? Oh hun, he is ready to pounce at any time really. And he's not hiding that fact at all.

- Its the fact he's so casual about it that draws you in, he tells you his darkest desires about you, his fantasies, his wants. Love he's by no means shy.

- His goal is to get you farrel, he'll kiss you sweetly and let his hands wander and grind against you. And he'll encourage you to do the same, hand guiding you as you grind against arousal against his hard on.

- He smells so sweet and sticky you could get high on his smell and never tire of it. His hands feel so good on your body, your clothes are off when you pull him in for a second kiss.

"Y/n~ just fall into me already, I've been edged long enough don't you think? Just say the word and you'll feel nothing but bliss. That's what I like to hear~ Now let's get these clothes out of the way~"

Beel.

- We've all seen Beel when he gets farrel for food, now let's put that same energy in his desire for you. When he needs you, he needs you now.

- He's blunt about what he wants and what he needs and their both you. He's a big boi and will corner you and pick you up wrapping your legs around his waist. You can feel his stomach growl.

- He's hungry for you but in the best way possible, he's trying to hold back cupcake he really is but, it's so hard when your used to indulging in what ever you want.

- He moves you legs to his shoulders, his hands ready to rip your bottoms off. His eyes are focused as they stair into yours, he's asking for permission. He needs you and he needs you now.

"Please, just a little bite - bit, just a little bit is all I want. I know it'll feel good, I can make it feel amazing if you'll let me have you. Y/n please? Hmmmm Thanks for the meal."

Belphie.

- Another jealous boi but he won't admit it, he'll stare you down until you understand what he wants to do to you. But of course you going to make him put more effort into it huh?

- It'll start out innocent, inviting you to take a nape with him in the attic. All nice and curled up together both of you nice and warm. To bad he wants you hot and bothered.

- He works with dreams, and he will give you the lewdest dream he can think of. It's kind of fun watching you moan lightly in your sleep. He won't do anything to you while you sleep, this is just to make his intentions known.

- Your breathing heavily when you wake up and see Belphie on top of you. A tired smile on his face as he looks down at you pulling at your clothes. He already knows where to touch, just let him help.

"You make such nice sounds when you sleep, could have sworn you called out for me to help. Dream are just desires we want but are afraid to ask for. So tell me Y/n, what was your dream about?

[thiswasinevitableid]

For the meet uglies, 41, Sternclay, NSFW?

Here you go! And if you're a fan on "Let me be good to you" this has very similar vibes.

41: I’m at the 24/7 gym at 2 in the morning and I thought I was alone so I’m singing in the showers, but when you start singing with me, I’m startled and slip so the first time we meet, we’re both wet and naked

Stern blames the playlist he had on at work for the fact his morning devolves into chaos. He works better to the blues (or 2000s pop hits, but those don’t feel right when going over files on suspicious incidents in Appalachia). So he hums as he rinses the remnants of his workout down the drain. He’d never sing where someone can hear, but since no one is here.

I want a little steam on my clothes

Maybe I could fix things up so they'll go

What's the matter daddy, come on, save my soul

He goes to rinse his hair and realizes the song is still going.

I need some sugar in my bowl, I ain't foolin'

I want some sugar in my bowl

His lizard brain yells two separate messages; “baritone voice very hot” and “oh god who’s there.”

The second message leaps into the driver seat and, in his attempt to turn, peer out of the stall, and be sure it’s just another patron, his foot finds the traces of soap on the floor.

“Shit” He falls backwards out of the stall, thudding to the floor.

“Oh fuck.” A man emerges two stalls to his left, soaking wet and flailing for a towel, “I’m so fucking sorry, I’m so used to singing along with the radio. Are you okay?”

Joseph scans his body, finds nothing broken, “Yes.”

“Thank god.” The other man flicks shaggy hair from his face. In the split second before he gets the towel around his waist, Joseph’s gym manners fail him and he glances down. At least he’s getting several weeks worth of masturbation fodder from this humiliating moment.

“Here man, lemme help you up.”

Joseph takes the offered hand, then grits his teeth and swiftly turns to grab his own towel from where he hung it. He’d rather not show a stranger his ass, but this is how his night is going. As he turns back, he spots the other man quickly redirecting his stare from his ass to the floor.

Once both showers are off, Joseph changes and packs his bag. The stranger is at the mirror, tying his hair back and combing his beard.

“I’m sorry, my singing probably startled you too.”

A shrug of broad shoulders, “I work in kitchens, I’m so used to background noise some of it barely registers. And I always have the radio on when it’s just me in the mornings.”

“Hence the singing along?”

“Yeah, and why I’m here so early. I try to get my exercise in before work. Gotta admit, when I joined this gym I didn’t expect anyone else would be in for a 2 a.m workout.”

“My hours are all over the place. I’m with the FBI and when I’m on a case I tend to, um, lose track of time. Or work way later than I should.” He shoulders his bag, raises his hand in a wave, “it was nice meeting you. Even it was alarming at first.”

“Same to you” the man smiles at him over his shoulders, “and if you’re ever here at zero dark thirty again and want a gym buddy, I’m happy to keep you company.”

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It’s a month before Joseph runs into him again. He swipes his card at the gym, finds the clank of a weight rack in place of the usual silence. The man from the showers smiles at him as he puts his bag near medicine balls, and when he’s done with his set he crosses the 80s-colored carpet to join him.

“It’s much nicer to see you when I can see you coming.” Joseph smiles politely, not catching his own subtext until the other man blushes.

“No kidding. I, uh, this may sound weird, but could I work-out with you? I’ve been doing the same routine for years because it’s what I know, but it gets so fucking boring.”

“I wouldn’t mind the company, though be warned that I do a lot of core and don’t use the machines all that much.”

“Totally fine. I’m, uh, I’m Barclay, by the way.” He holds out his hand and Joseph pictures twisting it behind his back while pinning him over one of the benches.

Instead, he shakes it, “Joseph.”

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“I’m serious about skipping this if you need to” Joseph starts up the treadmill as Barclay jogs on the one beside him, “if you’re on your feet all day at work this could make that really uncomfortable.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.”

It’s the truth; he may not be as in-shape as Joseph, but he’s still pretty fit, and they only do thirty minutes of running. But it’s equally true that he’d rather suffer some extra-sore legs than lose out on a half-hour of his limited time with his friend.

He’d been hoping for someone to spot him and maybe teach him some new lower body exercises, with the added bonus of having some basic things (like music taste and bonkers work schedules) in common. What he’s gotten is someone with a dorky sense of humor, and extensive knowledge of cryptozoology and mystery novels, and the stamina to make engaging conversation about those things while running or working a rowing machine.

It helps that Joseph is so hot that he could caramelize sugar just by looking at it. The glimpses he caught of him when they met were tantalizing; the way his dark hair gradually loosens from it’s gelled state, the way his cheeks turn pink when flushed and sweating, the few times his voice turns truly breathless? Barclay is ready to get on his knees and beg for him to do obscene things in the locker rooms.

What makes this desire impossible to shake is the suspicion that it’s shared. He’s caught Joseph looking at him in a way that isn’t just about his form, and when he shows Barclay a new exercise he stands closer and lingers longer than strictly necessary. And his Freudian slips are so frequent and obvious they may as well be Freudian nightgowns.

Just when he thinks Joseph can’t get any hotter, the agent texts him around their three month mark of working out together warning that he’ll be late. When he arrives, Barclay drops the five pound plate he was moving.

Joseph hasn’t changed clothes. He’s in a full, black suit, shined shoes, and a silver and blue tie that Joseph wants him to take off and loop around Barclays throat instead. The agent smiles with a promise to be right back, seems bemused when he returns to find Barclay in the exact spot and position he left him.

“You okay, big guy?” The nickname is one of the many ways he built a home for himself in Barclays daydreams.

“Uh. Uh, yeah, sorry, got lost in thought. I haven’t started on the full workout, did some extra stretching since I’m kinda tight from yesterday. You wanna do weights first?”

“Sure.”

Their routine lasts about an hour. It’s an act of god that Barclay gets through it unscathed. Joseph is even more hands-on than usual, and his cologne (bergamot and citrus, if Barclay has his scents right) hasn’t had a chance to fade. The most distracting element of the whole morning is his friend’s voice; there’s an edge to it, like a knife in a velvet sheath, and Joseph gives fewer suggestions and more orders.

Barclay wants him to sound like this forever. But only if he can rearrange his life so that he can follow every command.

After a very cold shower, he falls in next to Joseph as they push through the double doors into the warm night. When he reaches his car, the other man touches his cheek.

“Drive safe, big guy.”

He wonders if Joseph can feel him blush in the dark, “I will, agent. I promise.”

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“I told them to get those dark spots checked” Joseph shakes his head at the notice on the door informing them the gym will be closed for the next two weeks to repair massive water damage in the ceiling.

“I’m just bummed I won’t get to work out with you. It’s not as fun alone in my apartment.”

“You could come over to mine, if we can find a time where it works.”

“I’d love to.”

Barclay double checks that the address on the apartment in front of him matches the one Joseph sent, while trying not to fixate on the text that came with it.

Joseph: Be ready, big guy, I’m going to work you hard

He knocks on the designated door, pushes it open when Joseph calls for him to come in. There’s a yoga mat on the floor and a stationary bike in the corner, and far too little space for two grown men to work out together.

“Do you want me to help move the couch? That might give us...more...room.”

Joseph, in his full suit and dress shoes, leans against the kitchen doorway with a confident smile.

“Y-you’re not working out with me, are you?” Barclay’s hopes hurry to the front of his brain, tripping up his tongue.

“No. I did mine earlier today.” He runs a finger along Barclay’s chest, “I designed a special one, just for you. If you get through it all, you get a reward.”

“What kind?”

Joseph leans in to kiss him softly and swiftly, “I’ll let you fuck me.”

Barclay’s hands fly out to grips his shoulders as he groans, “fuck, babe, really?”

“Really. But first, you have to pick two things from this list.” He hands Barclay a sheet of memo paper with a neatly written list of the lewdest exercises he’s ever seen. He’d offer to do all of them, but then he might not have enough energy to enjoy his reward.

“The, uh, the push ups and the crunches.”

Joseph raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“Please?”

“Okay, big guy, we’ll do those. Get on the mat, push up position.”

Barclay hurriedly obeys. Freshly shined shoes step onto the top edge of the mat.

“We’ll just do thirty today. I’ll count. Ready?”

He nods.

“Good boy. Down, one”

Barclay bends his elbows, only stopping when his lips touch the top of Joseph’s shoes. He holds there a two-count, then rises.

“Down, two.”

He repeats the motion, keeps time with Joseph’s count as a hint of polish curls into his nose. It should be boring, maybe even degrading, but fuck him if it isn’t the hottest fucking thing he’s done in years. Joseph is so put together, so poised, Barclay feels like an unkempt beast next to him in his gym clothes. Yet he’s letting him kiss his lovingly shined shoes, telling him he’s a good boy as he works up a sweat.

“Down, thirty.” Joseph joins him on the floor as Barclay sits back on his heels, “well done. Now, on your back please.”

Barclay lays down. Joseph grabs a silver item from the side table and holds it in front of him. It takes his lust-glazed brain a second to grasp it’s a cock cage.

“Can I put this on you? You’ll have to wear it the rest of the workout.”

“Ohfuckplease.”

Joseph leans forward enough to kiss his chest, then shifts his shorts down to his thighs and locks the cage into place.

“If you need to stop, just say red. Okay?”

He nods frantically.

“Okay?” Joseph repeats with a stern look.

“Okay.”

“Good boy.” Joseph lifts his legs and sets them over his left shoulder. Barclay whimpers as there’s a snap of a latex glove and a pop of lube. Joseph smirks as Barclay whines at his teasing touches.

“Two sets, forty each. Go ahead and count in your head.”

“Okay” He curls his body, only gets through two more crunches before a finger presses in. “fuck!”

“Focus, big guy.” Joseph kisses his knee.

“I am, I’m focusing on the fact you’re a fucking genius.”

“If you lose count, you’ll have to start over” he presses in the second finger, “and that means longer until your reward.”

“I’m, I’m on twenty!”

A kiss to his calf, “Keep going.”

By the time he hits the second “forty” his legs are burning and Joseph is stretching his ass open with three fingers. He pulls them free but keeps Barclays legs in place, tugs the glove off and removes a blue, silicone plug from his jacket pocket . It slides in comfortably, but Barclay whimpers his name all the same.

“You’re doing so well Barclay. Are you ready to keep being my good boy?”

“Yes, please yes.”

Joseph sets his legs on the floor, guides him to his knees so he can pull his shorts up, and then helps him to his feet, pausing to kiss him sweetly and run his lips along his neck.

“Twenty minutes on the bike. Whatever speed you like.”

Barclay eases himself onto the seat, starts pedaling and watches longingly as Joseph heads into the kitchen saying he'll be back in a minute. The plug isn’t too uncomfortable to sit on, so this should be a breeze.

He hunches forward with a moan as it starts vibrating. Joseph strides back into the room, remote control in hand, only stopping to give Barclay another kiss and run his fingers through his hair before dropping onto the couch.

“Let me know when you’re done.” He picks up a copy of Empire and starts reading, heedless of Barclay’s increasingly loud moans.

The vibrator starts and stops, sometimes a gentle buzz and sometimes a furious pulse, and Barclay fights to keep the pedals going under the onslaught, desperate not to lose time and eager to please the man stealing tender, hungry glances at him from the couch.

“Time” He gasps, pulling his feet free from the pedals. Joseph is up and to him before his legs have a chance to wobble. Once he’s on the couch, shirt soaked with sweat, Joseph straddles him and kisses him demandingly, mouth moving from lips to cheek to neck without a care for sweat.

“Will you be a good boy and let me get off on you?”

“You know I fuckin will, fuck, babe, wanna be so fuckin good for youAH, ohgod” He throws his arms around Joseph, clinging and groping as he grinds on the cage and the aching cock within it.

“You look so good like this big guy, exhausted and obedient for me.”

“Yes, yesyes all for you, Joseph, please cum on me.”

“I will baby, don’t worry.” He brushes their lips together, “do you want some more kisses while I do.”

“Uhhuh” He whines, the noise only growing as Joseph kisses him and works his hips recklessly, his hands slipping up Barclays shirt to squeeze his pecs and toy with his nipples. When the tempo of his jerking hips changes, Barclay holds him tighter, needing to feel the way his body tenses and shudders as he cums more than he’s needed anything in his life.

“There” Joseph grins, panting, and pulls the key to the cage from his breast pocket, “now you can have your reward.” He slides to the floor, yanking Barclays shorts with him on the way. The cock cage hits the carpet and then a wet, enthusiastic mouth swallows him almost to the root.

“Ohfuck, Joseph, babe I’m gonna cum in like two seconds you, you might wanna-”

The agent pulls off, lazily licking the head, “I don’t want cum on the carpet, big guy. So be a good boy and cum down my throat.”

He gets exactly three and a half ecstatic thrusts into Joseph’s mouth before his orgasm knocks the breath from him and he cums, moaning out thanks as he does. When he’s spilled the last of it, Joseph sits back, breathing deep and wiping his lips.

“J-joseph? Will you, uh, will you kiss me again?”

The other man clambers into his lap, bitter taste on his tongue when Barclay glides his own against it. When he finally stops to breathe, Joseph pets his beard.

“Was all that okay?”

“So fucking okay. It was incredible. I, I feel so fucking good. Sweaty, but good.”

A kiss on the cheek, “Shower is just down that hall. Go get clean while I order dinner.”

“Okay.” Barclay looks at him with dreamy hope, “do you, uh, wanna do this again sometime?”

“Often. If, um, if that’s okay with you?”

Barclay nods, “as long as we can still work out together? I like doing that with you.”

“Of course, big guy.”

[hardskz]

[ 8:53 pm ] you sigh and move your hand from the tip of his shaft to the base with a firm grip, depriving changbin from his orgasm yet again. by now, tears are running down his face, he can barely speak out his name clearly and he’s so fucking frustrated that you denied his first orgasm for what feels like the ninth time. 

“please let me cum—“ he chokes out between sobs and hiccups, “please, please, please let me cum! i’ve been a good boy!”

you arch a brow and let go of his painfully hard cock. a broken whine escapes his lips at the loss of contact and the sound of the handcuffs rattling against the headboard of the bed bounces of the walls. “that’s a bold statement right there. what makes you think that you’re a good boy?” you cock your head to the side as you straddle his hips, making sure that you’re not touching his leaking erection. 

“i’ll do whatever you want. just please, don’t deny my orgasm again. i think i’ll die if you do that one more time.” it costs you your entire willpower to suppress the want to sit back and grind on his cock for the sake of teasing him. 

“whatever i want, you say?” you muse and reach out to run a finger against his trembling lip. the fucked out expression really suits him. just the thought that he can look even more vulgar once he reaches his oh-so wanted orgasm makes the familiar knot in your abdomen tighten.

he nods eagerly. at the silent response, you hum and softly grip his chin. “fine, i’ll let you cum, but only under one condition,” you say and his breath hitches, “i don’t want you to move a muscle or make a sound as i ride you. if you buck your hips, make a noise with the handcuffs, or even whimper, the deal is over. understood?”

changbin gulps and only nods in agreement after a moment of hesitation. worried about his delayed reaction, your gaze softens and you whisper, “am i being too much?”

“no, i’m good. color’s green if you wanna know,” he whispers back with a weak smile. you press a light kiss on his cheek before you sit up and the cold, almost challenging expression returns on your face. it’s like you’re certain that he’s going to fail, that he can’t keep still or quiet even if his life depended on it.

he proves you wrong. sure, he definitely struggles and there are moments where even he thinks he’s about to break, but he perseveres. changbin almost cries when you ride his length in a painfully slow pattern, but he bites his tongue to suppress the sound. he bites so hard that he draws blood, yet he doesn’t care. the only thought swimming is his mind is that he wants to be a good boy for you. 

you fight the need to get off his dick completely to take snapshots of his current state. his brows are scrunched, his face is stained with tears, and he fists his hands so hard that his veins bulge and his knuckles turn pale. deciding that he’s had enough of suffering, you start speeding up your pace, taking in his cock fully, and his mouth drops open. you’re waiting for him to reach his breakpoint, but the moment never comes. you’re about to say something, subconsciously trying to coax him into giving in, but the silent message in his hooded eyes when he gazes up at you makes you push that intention back.

changbin wants to be a good boy for you. he wants to be your good boy.

it’s when his breath gets more uneven and your moans gradually grow louder that you both know that you’re at the brink of bliss. you make sure that he hits all your spots that make you emit the lewdest of noises, and it’s that one deep thrust, where he’s buried to the fullest in you that makes both of you cum undone. 

“you can move now, baby— shit—  moan for me, just anything, please, baby,” you pant as you ride out your high and changbin doesn’t need that to be told to him twice. he’s unfiltered when he lets out all the moans and cries he’s kept in the back of his throat, wildly throws his arms in any extent that his restraints allow him to and shamelessly begs you to smash your lips on his with a cracked voice. 

you comply to his wishes and go in for a liplock that is messy and raw of emotions and affection. it’s borderline gross on how surprisingly uncoordinated your kiss is, drool slipping out of your mouth and teeth clashing on one another, but you don’t bother to care. 

once you milked him out of his high and you can barely hold your weight above him, you free him out of his handcuffs as fast as you can manage in your current state. a wave of tiredness hits you and you collapse on his chest, burying your face in the crook of his neck. 

“fuck, that was amazing,” changbin whispers and presses his lips on the top of your head, basking in his moment of euphoric bliss and keeping you safe in his arms. though you both could stay in that position until morning, you surely don’t want to wake up in sweat-drenched duvets and dried cum on your thighs. so after a bit of persuasion, you manage to wiggle out of his grasp to clean up the mess and tend the marks the handcuffs left behind on his wrists.

[headoverjojo]

Lmao That last ask was my bad, I meant face cheeks, I’m sorry (like chipmunk cheeks). But the butt one are great

So can we get headcannons for La Squadra with an s/o that has squishy chubby cheeks (face cheeks, like a chipmunk or a squirrel), lmao I’m sorry about the miscommunication, bad on my part. ❤️❤️

Thinking about it I could have catched what you meant, BUT, since I’m a sinful hoe, I ofc thought about the lewdest option. Ah ❤️

La Squadra with a s/o who has squishy chubby cheeks

(Under the cut for lenght!)

Risotto Nero

He doesn’t express a lot what he feels, usually, and the same happens now. But, truth is that he absolutely loves his s/o’s squishy cheeks. When they’re alone he never misses to give at least a kiss on their cheek, even more than on their lips.He loves how their cheeks move when they talk, eat and smile. He’d watch them all day!

When they’re alone, he’d nuzzle in their cheeks, relishing in their giggles and soft touches on his nape. If someone dares to make a comment about their cheeks, his eyebrows would lightly twitch in annoyance and, if it’s a member of la Squadra, this would be more than enough to make them flinch, but, if it’s someone outside his team, Risotto would not restrain himself from using Metallica just a bit on them, to teach a lesson they’ll never forget. He doesn’t care if someone points at his strange eyes or his clothes, since he’s used to it, but he can’t tolerate that someone jokes about his s/o. They don’t deserve it.

Prosciutto

He really likes their chubby cheeks, finding them cute, almost like a baby’s ones. When they’re near him, he can’t restrain himself from caressing and kissing them, tender and delicate attentions that make them giggle. Someone could find their cheek a flaw, but in his eyes they make his s/o’s face even more interesting.

If someone points at their chubby cheeks, Prosciutto would visibly darken and his presence would suddenly be heavy and menacing. He too has a little flow -his tooth gap- so he knows the feeling of being made fun and he’ll not stand for it, his s/o doesn’t deserve this. So, he’ll just put an arm around their shoulders, staring at the dummies, asking his s/o if there’s something wrong. In that moment, Prosciutto screams “powerful mafia man” from every inch of his body, so, if they’re a bit smart, the dummies would retreat and never poke Prosciutto’s s/o again. If they, alas, are not so smart, they’d taste The Grateful Dead’s power.

Pesci

He’s so in love with his s/o’s squishy cheeks! He always says they’re made to be kissed and he willingly accomplishes it every time he can. He loves also to keep their face in his hands, lightly squeezing their cheeks and giggling while they make funny faces at him. Soft touches on face, on both parts, are really frequent and it’s the core of their cuddling sessions.

God forbid if his s/o is bullied for their chubby cheeks. It’d be one of the few times that Pesci goes really mad, almost to Ghiaccio’s level. He wouldn’t even use Beach Boy or wait for them outside: taking advantage of his height and buffed body, he’d beat the shit out of them right here and right now, blinded by rage. Just his s/o’s soft call would take him back and he’d leave the place without glancing behind, keeping his s/o safely by his side.

Formaggio

The teaser. Oh, Formaggio would be such a teaser. He’d not mean absolutely bad, bear in mind, he just… finds them so cute, so adorable when they pout -and so their cheeks are even more squishy- that he can’t keep himself from teasing them a little. He would also do the infamous “cioppi-cioppi” while squeezing their cheeks with his hand, laughing his ass off hearing their muffled curses and threatenings. How could he take seriously such a cute creature when they threaten him? Impossible!

However, he is the only one who can tease them -also because he makes up with them for all the teasings-. If someone else makes fun of them, he’d get deadly serious in a matter of seconds, staring at the idiot with cold eyes. He’d confront them, bringing them almost surely in a brawl. Would he cheat? Of course. He’d wound them with Little Feet and collect them when they’re little enough. It’s time for them to personally know his little spiders, in a closed bottle.

Melone

He’d totally gush over them every hour every day. They’re just so adorable! He can’t keep his hands away from their cheeks for too much: he has to caress them, squeeze them, kiss them. If they ever felt unsure about their cheeks, with Melone’s attentions they would surely learn to love them. All in all, their cheeks guarantee them a lot of extra cuddles!

He’s always extra protective towards them -even more if they’re not part of la Squadra- simply because he knows that the world is full of bad men and he’s one of the worse. So, when a man points his s/o to his friends, obviously chuckling about them, he doesn’t take it well. He doesn’t fight in first line, that’s true, but he knows how to be intimidating. So he’d go to talk to them, with a little smile that sends shivers on their back, and, if they’re smart, they’d never talk bad about Melone’s s/o. If they’re not, Melone would create one or more Babyface’s sons to hunt them and destroy them one by one.

Illuso

Illuso has observed them for long time, before actually trying to approach them. Their cheeks are one of the factors that made him fall for them: they’re so cute and kissable, he couldn’t resist! So, when they’re finally together, he pays a lot of attention to their cheeks, kissing them and admiring them a lot, to the point to make his s/o deeply blush. And even this plays in his favour: they’re even cuter when they blush!

Illuso may seem a chill guy, but truth is he’s always plotting inside his mind. So, if someone makes fun of his s/o for their cheeks, he’d not say anything on spot, keeping his s/o close and maybe leaving the area, but he already started to analyze his opponent and, when he’s alone, he searches them through the mirror world. When he finally finds them, he drags them in, letting them roam around without food and water and, if he feels merciful, he’ll send them back to the normal world when they’re at their limit. He masterfully feigns innocence when his s/o points out that the very man who made fun of them was found almost dead, “And so? I’ve done nothing, amore, absolutely nothing!”

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio is not going to say them how much he adores them and their cheeks, never. He’s too stiff for cute speeches like that, but this doesn’t mean that he’s cold like his White Album. His s/o would notice his softer gazes and gentler touches, especially on their cheeks, when they’re alone. If he’s feeling cuddly -and sleepy- he’d also kiss their cheeks, murmuring that they’re soft, but he has to be really, really sleepy to let slip something like this.

God forbid if someone pokes them for their chubby cheeks. He’d go from calm to complete apeshit in one second and he’d immediately beat the shit out of them on the spot, while the temperature around drops dramatically. His s/o would have to drag him away before he could beat ‘till death the asshole. He’s still fuming and angry and he’d need all day to finally calm down, holding them close.

[franeridart]

I just found your profile and I love your style so much!

AHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!

Anon said:From kami's-hair-is-hard-to-doodle anon from a while back: I finally got it! Thank you so much for your advice - reading and rereading your tips kept me practicing! I'd also like to thank the Academy /orz

I’m glad it could help you at all!!!! :O Kami keeps on being a mystery to me (and Horikoshi himself ???) too so don’t get too down on yourself for it taking time haha

Anon said:Ive sent you a couple of asks before but Im just so in love with the content you produce. Like not only is your art style so cute and stuff, but the plot/story (Idk) of each post is just so original and adorable. Im just so blown away by everything you post. Thank you for sharing your art!!!! Have a good week!!

Anon said:Hi! I’m new to your blog but love your art, I think your very talented which is why I’d like to ask a question. Do you have any advice for posing? I noticed your very good at it and wondered if you have any tips. If you do answer this, Thank you!!

Firstly, thank you so much for the compliments!!! I don’t know how useful exactly any advice I could give you will be, since most of it comes from drawing a lot and watching drawings even more, but in general to pick a pose usually what I do is think of the scene as if in movement? As in, what the characters are doing, and how they’d move if I were looking at them while doing it - keeping in mind the characters personalities helps me with this a lot too. 

Take for example the confessions drawings I’ve posted a couple of days ago: it’s true that there’s no words nor movement anywhere in them, but as I drew them I had a pretty clear idea of what they were saying and how the characters would react in those situations - Jirou’s shy and easily flustered, so she’s averting her eyes, unable to keep eye contact, and closing in on herself a bit, hiding her face and so on; in the concept, Kaminari was the one who confessed, so he’s holding her hand, tentative, because he’s unsure about how she’s gonna answer (it’s all stuff that didn’t actually make it in the drawing, how he reached for her hand, how he’s gonna close his other hand around her knuckles, but in my head it was a complete scene and I just picked one frame of it all to draw). The same goes for Bakugou and Kirishima - they’re rowdier, louder, more assertive and inclined to take everything as a fight, so this time around I went for a scene in which Bakugou straight out yells his feelings at Kirishima and Kirishima answers me too (again, I had the before and after in my head too, I just picked the frame that best coveyed what I was trying to do)

As I said I’m usure about how much this might help you orz it’s just my way of doing things, and it mostly comes from the fact that I was originally a writer honestly, so thinking of a whole scene makes things easier for me #rip

Anon said:Can I say, I really like the colors for your confession pictures! :>

THANK YOU??????? H E C K ;O; 

Anon said:hi~ i just went through literally everything in your sketches tag and i just wanna say i love your art and your comics and stuff. also because i went through everything, i want to bring attention to how cool it is to see how much your style has changed! your lines seem more confident and your characters more dynamic in the last few years :D

HECK THANK YOU SO MUCH it’s always so damn nice to know people can see my stuff getting even just slightly better oh mannnnnnnnnnnnnn *sob*

Anon said:can we repost your art if we give like 100% credit

Nope, sorry, I’d prefer it if you didn’t do that

Anon said:those "confessions" must be the lewdest thing I've ever seen

why would you use that word tho

Anon said:I just wanted to tell you that I love your art and it always makes me a little happier when you post something! No matter if it's your comics or colored pics or "simple" doodles, I love all of them! (Though soft stuff is the best, hehe) I just hope you know that you're very appreciated, and I hope you only have wonderful days!

GODS THANK YOU SO MUCH I’m so so so happy I can make you a lil happier ;0; I hope you’ll have every possible wonderful day too, anon!!

Anon said:I just spent the last few hours of my Sunday going though your entire blog. It’s beautiful and I hope you know that you have ruined my life because of that beauty. God damn it.

That wasn’t the intention but I’m!!!!!!!!! glad you think so???????? sob oh my g od you all are too nice to me ;^;

Anon said:Tododeku?

It sure is a ship, isn’t it - I’ve drawn for it in the past, I most probably will again in the future! :D

Anon said:you're honestly one of my fav artists on here! i love your style it feels so unique and is so pleasing to look at (((:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M CRYING THANK YOU

Anon said:Your art has this unique quality about it... its really hard to describe but there’s something so dynamic and god damn pretty about your work. It’s fantastic and you inspire me to keep on creating! I hope your day is absolutely wonderful and thank you for blessing us with your art!

I’m!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so glad I can make you want to create stuff, anon!!!!!! that’s the best thing anyone can ever tell me, oh my god ;^; thank you so much !!!

Anon said:I love it when you draw cuddly bakugou!! Its wonderful!!

THAT’S!!!! super great to hear cause I could probably draw only that for the foreseeable future and not mind it one bit holy smoke

Anon said:THE HUG COMICS ARE THE BEST COMICS, I LOVE HUGS AND BAKUGOU BEING PHYSICALLY AFFECTIONATE IS SOMETHING I LOVE, A++++, WOULD RECOMMEND.

HONESTLY BAKUGOU NEEDS ALL THE HUGS AND IF I MUST BE THE ONE TO GIVE THEM ALL TO HIM THEN SO BE IT

Anon said:all ur comics are fucking delightful and make my day everytime. i ve read them all like too many times? i read each multiple times in a row and im still giddy? i love them i love u

I!!!!!!! LOVE YOU TOO???? HOLY SHIT THANK YOU

Anon said:*sigh* soft-phisical contact lover bakugou save my week. And kiri is the most wonderfull sunshine and no one cant discuss that *sit down in the floor and manly crying*

Kiri is the brightest sunshine isn’t he ;^; the sun to Bakugou’s moon, it makes me weak and I cry a lot

Anon said:I never knew I could be so weak for kiribaku omg fran what have you done to me, on that note what little things do you think theyd do to take care of each other? Like kinda lowkey stuff theyd quietly do? Ahh anyway thank you so much for all the wonderful drawings, hope everything is going well for you :)

Well, this is just the feeling I got, but I’d say they do plenty for each other quietly and softly in canon too, don’t they? Bakugou especially, pointing out to Kirishima his strength when he can’t see it for himself and always trying to find a way to cheer him up when he’s down and giving him space when he needs it, training together, studying together, worrying over one another, Kiri making sure to always know what’s up with Bakugou and following him to help him, just generally being there for each other so that if and when they need they’ll know they’ll have someone they can lean on - their relationship is really mutually supportive, isn’t it? I cry so much they make me so happy ;^; *sob*

Anon said:When season 3 comes out wouldnt it be fun if krbk fans filmed their ch.90 being animated reactions?? I think it'd be so cool/cute to see all the emotions! What do you think?

You know, I’m pretty sure that IS gonna happen? People make reaction videos for so many things! It’s nice and fun, honestly, I love it~

Anon said:I really love the way you draw spiky hair! It looks so floofy and soft.

Boi thank you!!!! Spikes are super nice to draw, though admittedly I make them less spiky then they’re probably supposed to be haha

Anon said:As someone who adores Sero Hanta And is a die hard krbk fan can I just say how much I love you? Like I was having a rough-ish day and I can’t stop smiling now because of your latest comic. Seriously, I love you and your art is everything.

I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THAT ONE!!!!!!!! I adore Sero if I had any better clue how to draw him I’d draw him all the time always, true story, he’s such a fave ;^;

Anon said:OMG Fran!!! I want Bakugou's name tattooed on all their faces now!! Hahahaha!

You know, one of my first krbk fanarts was Bakugou writing his name on Kirishima’s forehead, actually....................

[tothemaxie]

Benched - JayTim Secret Santa

For @cinnamonskull//@jayskulll for JayTim Secret Santa I'M SO SORRY! I've had HELL with getting my tablet back up and running, and between that, hospital appointments and moving back to uni, my life has spiralled out of control. BUT - I'll do an art request for you to apologize. <3

“Tim maybe, quite possibly, might have broken a few ribs... And his collarbone... And now he's stuck on surveillance. But he's found a way to make it a little more fun...”

It started four weeks after Tim had shattered his collarbone (well, that and three ribs). Definitely one of the worse breaks he'd had to endure, but he'd made sure the other guy ended up worse (concussion from a last second swing of his bo-staff as he went down). Despite Tim's insistence he'd be fine and to full health within a week, Alfred and Bruce had shared 'That Look', and Tim had sighed - knowing in that moment that he'd be well and truly benched for at least six weeks. Apparently, Damian had understood the shared glance as well, if his spit of laughter was anything to go by.

It took Bruce two weeks to even allow Tim on surveillance from the cave, which had had the desperate vigilante going near stir crazy! Everything felt a little nicer once he was back at the computer. It meant - although he couldn't jump in - he could offer at least some assistance if someone in his family got into trouble. But (not really all that surprisingly) his family didn't really get into trouble they couldn't handle, all that much. So, there were just a lot of slow research tasks to take up his time...

That was, until he realized that watching could be fun... Specifically, watching his extremely talented, extremely hot boyfriend kick bad-guy butt to the gravel.

Tim knew almost everything technical about the way Jason fought; he had to, that's how he worked. But he'd never previously stopped to just watch it from a more... Artistic perspective. To see the precise angle his leg raised to during a roundhouse, or to hear the near-satisfied groan down the mic in his helmet that followed a really secure knockout. Tim really did want to pretend that it wasn't thigh-tremblingly hot, but there was no way to deny. Especially when he'd have to bite back a moan every time Jason acknowledged his presence, with a quick update comment, or glance into a public surveillance camera.

It was all so crazy intense to Tim that he could be watching his boyfriend like this, getting off a little on every movement, while Jason himself had no idea. It always made his breathing hitch and his boxers tight. And up until this point he really had no indication that he was a complete pervert. Maybe he wasn't? Maybe this was normal? The thrill of the forbidden... He always loved the forbidden. Jason was a testament to that.

But, all in all, his little routine worked well for him! Pretending to work on various cases for as long as possible, before having his eye caught by the way Jason threw a fucking right hook, damn. Then, quickly looping the in-cave surveillance (he would literally beg Kon to throw him into the sun if Bruce ever found out about this), and jerking off under the desk. Followed by swiftly cleaning himself up and ignoring the shame he felt next time he spent any time with Jason.

But there was a problem. Because a week in, shit started getting serious.

It began with Jason sitting in on some of Dick's little, impromptu stretch class sessions in the soft matted sparring area in the cave. Tim had just been finishing working on some DNA samples Bruce needed chasing up, and he really didn't mean to listen in... But then, he heard his name. And he was far too intrigued to go upstairs after that!

"C'mon, Jay!" Dick had laughed, and it was obvious they were just using this time to chat now (good, Tim had surmised, they never did seem to get to spend enough time together). "It's Tim! You've been with him almost a year now, d'you really think he's that close-minded about this stuff?"

"No." Jason responded almost too quickly. "If anything, Tim's too open-minded when it comes to sex!"

Past the other boys' laughter, Tim's tummy tightened with excitement and anticipation. They were talking about his sex life... And they didn't even know he could hear it all.

"Is there such a thing?" Dick teased, his tone sweet and somehow too innocent for the conversation.

"Good point!" Jason's voice was light and easy, and Tim could imagine the smug smirk that looked just way too hot on him... "But yeah... Tim's like- he's everything, in bed, y'know? God, he's just-"

And then Jason released the most primal, passionate groan Tim have ever heard from him. Tim blinked back in surprised arousal. Still, he leant closer to the wall, listening in closely.

"Okay, okay! Don't give yourself an aneurism!" Dick laughed, and Tim could just imagine Jason blushing (in that perfect way he did when he hoped no one would notice).

"Shut up!" The yelp of displeasure jumped out of Dick as Jason obviously punched him on the arm in protest to his big brother's teasing.

"Relax!" Dick forced through his laughter. "It's nice to see you two... Getting along."

"Holy shit, I know." Jason sighed happily. "Seriously, Dick, you have no idea what the kid does to me. And when he struts around the apartment in just my shirt - pretending he doesn't know I'm definitely watching - he has thighs to kill! Like seriously! His legs could literally destroy a man!"

"They probably have in the past! He gets that from me!" Dick noted proudly, but Tim was too busy just totally swooning to listen. Jason liked his legs? Despite their ongoing relationship, Tim still found it unbelievable that someone a hot at Jason could even want to take a glance at him that way. Let alone actually find him attractive!

"You're such an ass!" Jason's laughter snapped Tim from euphoric enjoyment of listening in on his brothers' private thoughts. "And I gotta get going! He's probably waiting for me!"

"Shit!" Tim hissed under his breath, ducking away from the wall and quick-shuffling to the desk. Falling against the chair slightly as his tried to sit, he jolted his sling-ed arm and yowled out in pain.

"Woah, babe!" Tim started at Jason's sudden appearance beside him. "Careful with yourself, you dingus! What are you even still doing here?"

"Oh, Umm!" Tim bit his lip, temporarily forgetting that he actually did have a genuine reason for being here. "Yes! DNA profiling! For Bruce!"

Tim threw a terrible attempt of a sincere expression over his shoulder, just in time to catch Jason and Dick's shared smirk...

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The second time Tim struck gold (and by gold, he meant watching in on something slightly more explicit than just Jason flipping a gun and revving a bike) came two weeks after the stretch session incident. It was Tim's final week being essentially grounded, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't getting super restless about being benched at this point. But it hadn't been too difficult to drag his mind away from moping when he caught sight of Jason's patrol route that evening.

His boyfriend really seemed to be enjoying his night out in Gotham. Every move he made was somehow even more smooth and clean than usual, and Tim could tell from the satisfied laughter that punctuated eat hit that Jason knew it, too.

Tim was entranced, totally spellbound by Jason's pleasure in his own skill. The smugness in his body language made Tim shiver with a sense of sensual familiarity. It was the same sort of smug as that that was in the smirks Jason would throw him when they'd fool around and Jason just knew whatever he was doing was getting to Tim. It was Tim's favourite kind of smugness...

But just as Tim was getting to enjoy himself - like, really enjoy himself - watching Jason take on three gang thugs at once, it was suddenly all over, and Jay had them all easily taken out. Tim pouted a little at this, disappointed that the show he'd been enjoying so very much had apparently ended, and moved to switch screens, maybe replay the last few minutes just to finish getting off to...

But then he noticed the urgency in Jason's step as he slipped out of view of the camera Tim was currently working from, into a shadowed alleyway, and Tim quickly snapped his feed to Jason's in-helmet surveillance.

Jason had his head tipped back, looking up at the night sky, the camera stable enough that Tim could figure out he was obviously lent back against a wall. It was then that Tim noticed the heavy breathing coming from Jason's mic.

Suddenly concerned his partner might be hurt, Tim grabbed frantically for the earpiece mic he'd earlier shut off and shoved across the desk. Clumsily fumbling the buttons, he opened his mouth to desperately demand Red Hood's status when he was cut off but the lewdest moan he'd ever heard Jason make.

He dropped the mic and stared at the screens in front of him, more - now explicitly sexual - groans following the first. His cheeks flushed a dark pink as he frantically searched for any nearby shops or buildings that had any CCTV he could get into nearby. Within a minute, he was messily typing in code to take ownership of a camera that he could turn directly to Jason's position and-

He fell back into his chair heavily, eyes wide and jaw hanging open. No fucking way was he this lucky. No. Way. He flicked the keyboard to zoom in - to be certain. And - yes - that was definitely Jason Todd palming his cock through his uniform, halfway down a dingy alley. Tim Drake had to be dead, 'cause this was heaven.

Tim returned his own hand to his cock at this sight, though he was totally unsure of how he could last very long at this rate. He was drowning in the sounds of Jason's pretty gasps and moans as it was, but the moment Jason cautiously flicked his head from side to side to check nobody could see him, Tim was gone. Far too surrounded by the satisfaction of getting this private show to last any longer...

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Tim felt a little sentimental on his last night stuck in the cave. He spent the evening spinning on his chair, watching the tiny figures hop across the monitor screens, and somehow managing not to get turned on by every little movement Jason Todd made. He knew he'd was set to go back on patrol tomorrow, so he was really making the most of getting to play Oracle one last time. Despite how easily he'd gotten distracted recently, and how frustrating it was to be grounded, he really did enjoy the 'clever-guy surveillance job'. And so, he totally revelled in his last night on the job, feeling suitably like Q from the James Bond films he'd watch with Dick on the weekends.

All in all, it was a clean, successful evening in Gotham - perfectly mundane, by all accounts (and maybe he was a little disappointed at that). And every was back in the cave, safe, fairly early that night (bar Jason, who chose instead to go straight home and skip Bruce's compulsory, post-patrol briefing), Bruce subtly ruffling Tim's hair and telling him to get to bed, before they all left him alone to shut off the monitors.

As usual when Jason bailed pre-briefing, Tim set to checking the surveillance in he and Jason’s go-to safe house to ensure he got home alright. Mindlessly clicking through the cameras in each room searching for Jay’s presence, Tim considered whether he’d bother to pop across tonight. Jason would probably be tired after patrol and he really wasn’t sure if it was worth it. And then he was checking Jason’s bedroom and choking on his coffee. Because – he noted as he, once more, wondered how in hell he got this lucky – Jason was totally lay back on his bed; half undressed; one hand balled up in the spare cape Tim had left in the safe house, pushed to his lip; the other moving tight and fast around his cock.

Tim outwardly gasped at the sight, as he whipped his head around to check everyone was definitely out of the cave, before settling his wide eyes back on the screen. Slipping his head set on, he flicked up the volume and settled back into his seat. Every gasp from Jason’s lips went straight to his cock and sent thrilled shivers down his spine, but it had nothing on the way his boyfriend groaned his codename out through gritted teeth. Tim’s eyes rolled back as that moment alone almost made him cum in his boxers. He watched, entranced, as Jason twisted Tim’s cape up tighter and tighter around his fist – even through the slightly pixilated feed, Tim could see the fabric straining.

“Fuck… Red Robin…”

Tim let out a squeak of guilt-ridden arousal at the sound of his name from Jason’s lips. He resisted touching himself, because he knew he wouldn’t last if he did. It was all too much – seeing Jason so vulnerable and exposed this way. Attempting to remove his mind from overthinking that point too much, he refocused his eyes on the screen. On Jason.

“Tim…” Jason moaned out again, causing Tim to let his eyes fall closed, “You enjoying- mmm- the show, babe?”

Tim’s eyes snapped open. What?!

“Know you’re there, Timmy…” Jay laughed through his laboured breaths, his fist around his cock slowing just slightly.

Heart racing, Tim flicked on the mic and connected to Jason’s earpiece, “…hi?”

“That all you got to say?” Jason followed up the words with a deep moan and a thrust up into his hand.

“I’m sorry..?” Tim cringed at the way his own voice shook through the words.

Jason released another breathless huff of laughter, “For this time, or all of them?”

He knew? Tim shuddered, caught between humiliated and even more turned on. “All of them..?”

“Here’s the- mmf! -Here’s the deal,” Jay started, “You get here before I cum, you’re forgiven, you lil creep!”

“I- Umm…”

“Now, Tim!” Jason gasped out, and Tim was out of his seat and disconnecting the feed quicker than he’d ever done anything else in the cave ever before…

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I hope you liked it. Again, I’m REALLY sorry!