#BUT A CUBBIE!?!?@?!?

[ratatatastic]

you think nothing can hurt you until your favourite baseball player gets dealt to a chicago team

[beastbabysnight]

🐮Excited to see you

[compaculaaa]

Showing off the babies ✨

[selfdiagnosedeyemotif]

also i do think that we should be talking about bud cubby delivering mail to the applebees and telling them TO THEIR FACES that they're fascists. actual king shit

[chungledown-bimothy]

"Do you have a fucking warrant?"

Somewhere, probably nearby, Bud Cubby is very proud.

[barbies1shots]

I love the anon that asked for height & size difference for AOT

Can we get one with (your fav) but MHA

Love your writing 💕

hi anon! ofc, and thank you so much for reading<3

this is actually gender neutral, and chubby pups accepted!

☆- exhibitionism(in the classroom), size difference, praise, established relationship, overstim, free use, featuring AIZAWA SHOUTA♡

Aizawa Shouta has never been a soft man. always stern and nonchalant. you, bringing him food during his office hours or during his lunch break always turns in the wrong direction. since he is the Underground Pro hero, always working day in day night. teaching his class in the day while fighting ruthlessly at night, he seems to have no time to himself. but he always seems to make time to fuck you inside and out..

he sat lazily in his classroom chair with his head tilted back, and you were sitting on top of him, straddling him as you shifted on his thick thighs. your knees dug into his muscles, and your hands clutched the clothing covering his upper body.

you were just trembling like a small pup. just turns out you just can't take him by yourself:( needing help from him.

you had just the tip nudged into your gummy hole and he grunted, a low sound coming from his throat and he gripped your pudgy hips. his veins bulging through his skin.

"Either you do it right, or dont do it at all."

he grunted and began to steadily push your hips down. he just kept going as your pleasure filled whines grew louder. omg, since he is just so big, it just feels like he's in your guts:<

you cry out sharply when he planted his feet flat on the ground and lifted your body weight, only to let gravity have its way and drop you back down on his lap. he bucked into you, his black hair falling over his shoulders as he groanes from the tightness- or the warmness, or even the softness of your cunt.

he shut out your cries, even when you tried to push his arms away from coming to wrap around you to jack hammer his hips into yours. he shut out your begs that he was 'too good!' or 'too big, m' cant do it anymore!'

:((

he mumbled about how good you feel, that you were just amazing to him and that you couldn't get enough. that he just wanted more and more from your spent body. dragging orgasm and orgasm from your trembling body.

the way he dragged his thick tip from the rim of your hole to punching your g-spot had literal tears cascading down your flushed cheeks. his arms wrapped around your waist, and they were just so big while he had you pinned to his sculptured chest.

lifting you up before dropping you back down to meet the buck of his hips. the round getting his chair sopping wet and his pushed down pants soaked in jucies and liquids.

Aizawa needed to get all his stress and frustration out, and he needed to use you. he just needed you.

he needed the way you cared for him, the way you were concerned over him. he needed your reassurance. he needs your mind, soul, and body.

and now, your fucked out brain, sopping hole and a drooling, dumb mess on his shoulder? what more could Aizawa Shouta ask for?

AHHHH!! Aizawa is my literal husband. thank you for the ask, anon!<3

also, i want mutals, add me guys, im not scary:(

@aizawasbarb

[cubbihue]

POV: You tried to flirt with your lawyer, but he ran away.

[acheemient]

It's heeeere!!!!

Thank you @theshitpostcalligrapher ! I love it so much!!

[virgocubby97]

Filled up with sweets right before bed😋🐻

[widowlyy]

im such a sucker for mob boss!nat because like, badass woman who can kill someone quickly, but i've been thinking of serialkiller!nat with innocent!bestfriend!reader. Like hear me out real quick? You're completely oblivious to who the woman beside you is, she works alone, and word has spread that there's a killer on the loose and whats more odd? Its people you all know that went missing to be found dead in the city. Your poor neighbor is gone; you found out she was killed when the police came by to interview you and you were shaken and in tears because not only was your neighbor the sweetest, she brought treats like cookies and pie over because you struggled to cook sweet treats. After the police were gone Natasha shows up afterwards everytime to soothe you. Imagine Natasha asking you frequently weird questions like, "What would you feel if I slaughtered you right now?" And you do nothing but try to laugh it off, anxious enough to go "Funny joke," and you don't even know she's joking. But she always affirms at the end, "Don't worry princess, I'd never kill you," And you totally believe her because Natasha has grown to be the woman in your circle, the first person to go to when a situation rises at work, the person to go to when your friends ghost you (after they get terrifying messages from a blocked number with threats about interacting with you) and its always her that you end up cuddling with at the end of movie nights and refuse to let her go because this? This is all she wants. Just you. It also isn't the fact that she is always there when you aren't in the right mindset, you feel shitty and wanna end it all? Natasha randomly shows up and does stupid activities with you. And she shows up with your favorite snacks And the only time you find out is when she takes advantage of your drunk mind, and shes lazily thrusting her fingers up into your cunt and all you hear is, "Mmm, I wonder how your friends would've felt if they were in my position right now. But it's too bad they can't, I had to forcibly get rid of those who was in my way, blood in my hands or not," and you're too even cumdrunk to even recognize what she said, too focused on the pleasure that she openly admitted to killing all of those close to you. ugh, i might write this, might not.

[beastbabysnight]

Wearing this out while I see some friends like the perfect cow I am!🐮 Just another Mega Milk Monday🩶

[applejuicebegood]

I'm sorry if your ask box isn't open I was wondering if you wouldn't mind like an angst with jason todd where the reader is like the complete opposite of like his ex's like she's chubby and isn't this Amazonian woman but so she feels like he is with her out of pity and a huge miscommunication is going on because she doesn't want to bother jason with these self conscious problems she is facing

A/N: This shall be my first attempt at Jason angst so I really hope it's decent!! It will be fluffy towards the end tho dw. Thank you sm for the request dude!! CW: Body-image insecurity, self-doubt, anxiety Masterlist

You always had a complicated relationship with your body. Never fitting into the right molds of beauty provided to you.

Only to grow older and realise that this would be the only body you had in this life - you should love all the parts that came with it. Parts that you would see mirrored in sculptures of gods and paintings of royalty. Why shouldn't you be proud of the fact that it was bodies like yours that were the templates for worship?

And then you saw your boyfriends ex. It was during one of your book-shop dates, he pointed her out before quickly walking to the next aisle thinking that you would be right behind him. Hating that his comfortable bubble with you had been suddenly popped by the presence of a dead love.

But you were stuck, your feet nailed to the floor, gazing at this pillar of a woman. And suddenly the blaring buzz of weight-loss adds and the 'concerns regarding your health' filled up your head. Making you hang your head to glare at your shoes. Jason appeared, looking concerned that you didn't fallow. He came and touched his hand to your back. 'You ok ma'?'

You nodded and tucked your hand back into his, with a cold pit of doubt forming in your stomach.

The next few weeks was a confusing fix of dread and doubt, for the both of you. You became distant, preparing yourself for the eventual confession from Jason that he only got with you because he felt bad. Brushing off his sweet touches and offers for you to spend the night. Resulting in Jason trying to chase after you in fear that his blunt arrogance was driving you away. He was confused, and when he got confused - he got angry. Something he felt an infinite amount of shame regarding because what if his capacity to be stuck in this loop of anger was the thing pushing you away.

You, the one stable thing he found that was able to drowned all of it out. You, he couldn't loose, not because of him.

'Baby.. we- we need to talk' He said, standing from the couch as you tried to escape to the door. You had prepared yourself for these words. Preparing yourself for the stinging pain of loneliness that would fallow as he tells you that you guys should break up. 'Here.. let's just sit' He say's motioning to the couch. At least you would be near him just a bit longer. 'Listen... I know I'm a dick- and that I can be really difficult but.. but baby if I did or said something that's making you so distant.. you need to tell me'. He pleaded, taking your hand into his. This was not in the script you had conjured up in your head. He was supposed to tell you to pack up your stuff and leave. That he had gotten back together with Artemis, someone actually deserving of his praise and unconditional love. Someone who was actually pretty. 'What.. Jace- no.. you.. Wait what are you talking about?' 'I mean- you've been so distant and just off for like weeks now, and if it was something I did.. baby I'm so sorry' 'Your not..? never-mind..' You say, tucking your hands under your thighs. 'So.. did I do someth-' 'No! Gods Jason, no! You didn't do anything I just.. I mean I figured you.. I mean I.. UGh!' You stuttered, simmering in your own frustration. 'Its so stupid..' You mumble, the warmth of Jason's big palm rubbing over your tense back became the rope keeping you from the harsh pit of disappear you were about to be cast into. 'Baby, It is not stupid if it's got you like this. Please, just talk to me..' 'I.. like- I mean Jace, I'm not the prettiest of girls. I'm not skinny.. and I just.. I mean maybe you should be with some-' 'Don't even finish that' He said sternly, grabbing onto both of your shoulders. Making your glossy eyes meet his intense glare. He sighed, taking a moment to place his words in the right order in his head. 'If you think, for even a moment, I would ever fall out of love for you because of how you look- I'm going to throw you off of the balcony' 'Please don't' You giggled, the swell of tears building in the corners of your eyes. 'Is that was this is? You thinking you weren't good enough for me because of your body?' You nod, swiping the tears escaping down your cheeks with the back of your hand. Jason scoffed, seemingly in his own disbelief. He suddenly shifted from the couch to kneeling in front of you, taking both of your hands into his. 'So, not to sound like too much of a pig.. but baby, your body is one of the reasons I fell so hard for you. Your glorious.. every inch of you is perfect' He said. Your fingers reached our to cup his chin and jaw, those rich green eye's looking up at you so lovingly. 'No.. Jace I-' 'Yes. Yes you are. And if I ever start to say or think differently, you better fucking shoot me'. He chuckled, softly rubbing the sides of your thighs. 'But-' 'No'. 'I just-' 'Stop talking' He mumbled kissing your palm as your hand curled around his cheek. You felt whiplashed. This was so far from the expected outcome of this conversation. Weeks of starving yourself of his touch for a false premonition, all for it to end so suddenly. It was this quiet revilement of your doubts. As you looked back into Jasons sorrowful eyes, it was like a fire catching to greater heights as you remembered just why you fell for him. He stood suddenly and bent down to sweep you up from the couch and into his thick arms. Your hands immediately wrapping around his neck as he pressed soft kisses around your cheeks and nose. "Wa- Jay! What are you-?' 'I think.. you are in need of some lovin' tonight Miss L/N. To make up for all this distance.. you owe me that' He said, making his way to his bedroom as his lips traveled down the curve of your neck.

[bellybarbie1312]

Wear that dress!

[blondephil]

i’ve said this before but genuinely dan and phil should do a stop at every dyke bar in a city they’re in. wanna see phil dancing to super graphic ultra modern girl at cubbyhole or them both singing love game at karaoke night at hen’s. it would heal me.

[darnell-la]

I need a JJ smut with a praise/degradation kink😩 ik it’s vague but just anything pls

note: send us more requests! we’ve been doing our best to posts our stories that have been sitting in our drafts to feed you all!

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“Ssh, baby — Don’t want the others to hear this pussy getting fucked, don’t you? That would be so embarrassing right? You know, after you said all night to the girls that I’m not your type,”

Y/n felt horrible, knowing she would let JJ take her just like this if he had just asked. Well, he didn’t ask, he just took her however he wanted.

“I-I was just kidding,” y/n said, making the young man chuckle. “Yeah, of course you were,” JJ grabbed a hand full of y/n’s hair to tilt her head before looking directly in her eyes.

“You’re a horrible liar, you know? With them and me. You think I didn’t know you wanted me all over you? You’re always on me when you’re drunk, so of course, I knew you needed me,”

JJ’s ego was already huge before, but now, he went overboard with it. Having y/n under him, squirming and begging him to keep going was somehting any average man would want from her, and he had it.

“Gonna keep you tight on my hip. Need this pretty pussy soaking me whenever I want,” JJ smirked down at her as her eyes crossed, trying to control herself, but it wasn’t looking well.

“Gonna cum? Again, baby — So fucking pathetic,” JJ laughed as he snapped his hips harder. “Try to take it, baby. Lord know you fuckin’ can’t,” JJ pushed y/n’s waist down, pinning her into his mattress to trap her and give her limited movement.

“G-Gonna cum, Jay,” y/n whined low, trying to keep herself together, but it was far past that. The crew knew exactly what was going on in his room right after he pulled her in to have a serious conversation.

“Oh, yeah, pretty girl? Gonna cum for me? Cum on my bed like a good little pougie whore,” JJ teased, knowing she’s a Kook but would do anything to stay friends with the better people of the island.

“Cum on me, and I’ll forgive you. I’ll forgive your harsh harsh words,” y/n hated his mocking voice, but loved it at the same time. That what made her I’m all over his cock and sheets for the rest is the night.

[bounded-accuracy]

The funniest thing about the Buddy scene is knowing that him talking to the Applebees would have actually made things worse.

His art reads as Mormon, the Applebees read as mainline evangelical. Evangelicals view Mormons as a non-Christian cult. So while Buddy is technically in the same broad Helioic religion, the Applebees would think he’s also going to hell.