#Burrito Competition

[techdriveplay]

We Took on the Mad Mex Big Burrito Challenge

The Mad Mex Big Burrito Challenge is back, promising a gastronomic adventure like no other. This year, Mad Mex has upped the ante, partnering with the edgy water brand, Liquid Death, to bring a combo that will both satiate your hunger and quench your thirst in a dramatic fashion. With its 1kg burrito, Mad Mex dares you to test your limits. This colossal creation, available from 11 June to 21…

[swim-culture-is]

swim culture is eating 2 footlong sandwiches from subway after a meet

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[knuxschaotix]

“Knuckles is stronger than Amy.” “Amy is stronger than Knuckles.” Why are we pitting two bad bitches against each other?

[magicmitch-eats]

Think you could finish a giant burrito that weighs over 5 lbs in 15 minutes? Over 270 people have tried just that, but failed to finish this, "El Jefe" burrito challenge. Will I become the next victim to be "bossed" or will I be showing it who's boss? ✨ Support my content & unlock awesome perks: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/magicmitch

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Location 📍 Taco Village (Des Plaines, IL)

🌟 El Jefe Burrito Challenge 🌟

Nearly 2 feet in length and between 5.5-6 lbs

Stuffed with meats, rice, beans, sauces, and veggies,

Served "dry"

Time Limit ⏳ 15 minutes

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[hitwiththetmnt]

Vote TLP or everyone gets a 5 minute playground timeout

Grown Apart - chrisscribbs

The Little Prince - Beannary

Good luck have fun!

[daisygirlwrites]

Task Force 141 + Reader (Callsign-Crash): friendship headcanons

a/n: Hello hello! Just some random headcanons that I had written down for Crash and her relationships with the members of the 141 team. Nothing romantic, just some wholesome stuff.

original gif by @collinnmckinley

also, this is really freaking long, sorry in advance. enjoy reading! 

Before getting thrown out the window and getting her callsign, she was quiet and shy around the group. Opting to listen to others conversations, rarely adding to it.

Honestly intimidated with how tightly knit the team is, and given her previous team’s history, she was scared to get close.

Volunteered to be the DD whenever the group goes out to a bar. Fortunately, most of the time, Ghost is sober(enough) to help her get everyone into the car and into their rooms

Would silently comfort Soap and Gaz whenever they threw up, rubbing their backs and getting them water.

In the mornings after, she got everyone a breakfast burrito. Soap and Gaz are eternally grateful. Got a little information about her when they asked why she got them food. “Help with my hangovers during college.” Soap and Gaz gave each other a look as she walks away

After the window incident, Crash becomes a lot more open. Seeing how they treat her as if she has been with them for years, it wasn’t fair to them with how closed off she was.

Soap:

He talks to you a lot and you don’t mind. He just comes out and starts rambling on whatever he has interested him at that moment. You don’t really say anything, just sitting there awkwardly (because why would he want to talk to the newbie instead of his friends) but nodding to what he says anyways. One time though, he looks at you and says “Thanks for listening to me. It’s nice to have someone not tell me to ‘Shut the fuck up Mactavish.’”

Literally you after he tells you this:

“you’re my friend now. we’re having soft tacos later” vibes

Would send him memes and funny videos whenever you guys are on leave

His contact name on your phone is “Bubbles”

Would show you how to make bombs out of random shit. Set them off in bare fields or abandon buildings. Had a couple close calls

Will let you call him Johnny but you call him Mac instead.

“Aww, why not, lassie?”

“I’d rather not get my ass beat by your boyfriend.”

Calls you Lassie along with your callsign. When he wants to piss you off, he calls you Mini Ghost or Little Ghost

Like Ghost, you rarely take off your balaclava and tactical glasses

“The mask, take it off.”

“Nah, I don’t wanna.”

“You ugly?”

“Not as ugly as you old man.”

Has yet to seen you drunk though and he intends to get you there some day

Holds his hand when he’s throwing up

You would use him as a pillow during rides back to the base

The first person to tell him about any drama that’s happening in your life

Gives you advice about men

"Men are stupid, trust me, I am one."

Loves it when you would go on ramblings about the things you like. Anime confuses the hell out of him but he would always ask you about the plot and your favorite characters. He’d ask you about the current artist you listen to and has a list of recommendations from you so he could look them up when he gets home

After a mission gone wrong and believing that it was his fault, you seek him out, finding him sitting alone in the meeting room. You tell him

“It’s going to be okay. I trust you, John.”

He tears up and you wrap your arms around him.

Gaz:

With you two being the youngest, you bond over similar experiences

Sometimes share exactly one brain cell with each other. Sometimes you, Gaz and Soap share a brain cell

Brings out the chaotic gen z energy of each other

Your guys’ energy:

Follows each other on social media and would send each other tiktoks at ungodly hours

Kind of have a competition against each other to see who’s Price’s favorite child is

Gaz finally has someone who he can talk about anime with

Favorite shows to watch together: Cowboy Bebop, Samurai Champloo  and Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Similar music taste. The whole team listens to Queen, David Bowie, Pink Floyd and a few more others. However, Gaz and Crash have the same love of rap and indie pop. Anything they find on tiktok will be added to their shared Spotify playlist.

Gaz would ask about how college was like. He thought about going but ultimately for him, the military was the better option

“Were you part of a sorority?”

“Oh hell no. Loved going to the parties though. Always had top shelf vodka.”

“Really? Thought students couldn’t afford it.”

“When it comes to alcohol, we find a way.”

Share the same sentiment of feeling like they’re not doing enough in the team. After a particularly rough mission, you two would find a corner and just sit together in silence.

Would break the silence by quoting something from vine or tiktok and all things would be okay again

Price:

He has adoption papers ready

Crash, despite your name, is polite, respectful and responsible. Would always help Price clean up after meetings and briefs

Same with Soap, you would listen quietly to Price’s war stories and even his favorite fishing trips

Saw in your file about what happened to your old team and captain. Vows to never pull the same stunt as them

Sadden to see how you’re so young and has seen and dealt with many things already. It breaks his heart that there’s more that you’ll experience. 

You, Soap and Gaz would do dumb shit all the time but you knew when it was the right time to bail. Of course, they would snitch on you to Price. You’d rarely get in trouble though

Basically you two:

Would gift him cigars from the countries you’d visit during leave

Also a matching set of torch lighters. His has a special green flame while yours is pink. 

You don’t smoke anymore but you would hangout with him and help him finish reports together.

Price often thinks about a life where he didn’t join the military. A life of normalcy. To go to a home filled with life. 

Would have loved to have kids and technically, he still can but his job makes it almost impossible. 

But with Gaz and now you, you two are his pride and joy.

Would be the “hip” dad and will always ask about the new slang and memes

“This food is-what you kids call it...uh, busting!”

You and Gaz look at each other, “It’s bussin’.”

“This food is bussin’!”

Ghost:

Did not to want to get close to you at all. 

Was honestly peeved when Price told him that he was going to mentor you

“I don’t want to play babysitter, Captain.”

Surprised to see how short you were. All of the rumors and information he was told, they never mention your size

At first, he hated how you would follow him around like a lost puppy. 

“Leave me alone, go bother Soap or something.”

Doesn’t miss the flash of hurt in your eyes but you turn around anyways.

Before you joined, he, Price and Laswell were all sitting in Price’s office, his phone on speaker. He was reading over your file before Price’s contact said

“She reminds me of Ghost when I worked with him seven years ago.”

He looks up from the folder, Price’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise and Laswell nodding.

“I think we’ll have her transferred to us,” Price replies.

Hates to admit but he’s impressed. Thought the rumors was bullshit but you proved him wrong, time and time again

You still have a lot of things to learn and even more practice to do but he believes in you

Does not go easy. He’s merciless. Has put you down countless times and reprimanded you more. You would always leave training sessions with a new bruise. The rest of the team gets concerned with his training methods.

But you still get up and you blink away the tears whenever he shouts at you

At about five months after you joined, on a mission, you spot an enemy behind him before he does and without a word, you quickly take your knife out and throw it towards the man behind him. 

He opens his mouth to yell at you but he sees the enemy on the corner of his eye and watch him slump down. Your knife stuck in his bleeding neck

Gives you a nod after that. Pulling out your knife and handing it back to you

Knife throwing would be one of the training sessions you’d do. It was also a good time for some small chat

Finds out that you’re also a part of the “Dead Mom, Shitty Dad” club

It takes a year for him to SLIGHTLY open up to you

Told you about one of his favorite dishes his mom made and his favorite Queen song was ‘You’re My Best Friend’

Even told you how he likes his Earl Grey prepared

It scares him of how much you remind him of his mom and brother. You have her kindness and his determination. He will never tell you this

You, along with the team, become the very thing he cares about and will protect you to the best of his ability.

Bonus:

[cottoncandylesbo]

voted "most fuckable burrito" in competition i did not enter

[owlcomics101]

Bug hybrid!Task force 141 x Human!reader

Bug hybrid AU LETS GOOOOO-

Warning: Bugs/insects/arachnids, sfw (I am a minor), fluff, bug shenanigans,

Let’s bug out y’all (I’m sorry please stay-)

Moth Hybrid Price:

-One of his moth antenna‘s are damaged leaving him unable to fly (He can glide though)

-Sometimes he eats your sweaters if you accidentally leave them in his office or quarters (He immediately apologizes repeatedly and tries to buy you a new one)

-During mating season he gets all fluffy like a moth (he’s gonna need help with shaving…)

-And yes, he can’t resist any form of light but only at night (Price is obsessed with Reader because their eyes shine bright from any light’s reflection)

Funfact: Moths are actually pollinators and feed off of nectar just like their cousin the butterfly.

Tarantula hybrid Gaz:

-Has the lower half of a Tarantula (Like a centaur but spider)

-Large Tarantula pinchers that can poke out of his mouth (Eating is messy for him. Poor Gaz)

-His bunk is completely covered in webs

-Has the urge to constantly make small webs to impress the reader

-During mating season he fluffs up like Price and also does a little mating dance (He’s only done it once on accident in front of the reader)

-Has Venom but it is weak when inflicted on humans (Some can have serious reactions depending)

-Likes to wrap the Reader in webs like a burrito (Blink twice if your endanger reader)

Funfact: Tarantulas can get severely injured if they fall from great heights (Be careful with your eight-legged friends)

(Centipedes honestly terrify me-)

Centipede Hybrid Ghost:

-Cury antennas (They twitch and move around)

-Lower half of a centipede (Like a centaur but centipede)

-His legs make little click sounds when he walks (Sends shivers down the spines of anyone who hears it)

-Disgusted of himself. Ever since the team’s transformation he’s honest to god disgusted and horrified of his appearance (Reader sees through that and helps him through it)

-Coils his lower half around the reader. Being the only remaining human of the task force he’s very protective of them like the others are.

-During mating season he gives off a foul Oder and makes webs to impress the Reader like Gaz does (They get very competitive with each other)

Funfact: Centipedes are not harmful to humans. In fact they help keep the pests away like cockroaches, moths, flies, silverfish and termites. They also do not make webs or nests indoors. (As much as they terrify me they do take care of the pests)

Praying Mantis Hybrid Soap:

-Has the mantis arms under his normal arms at his sides and cute antennas on his head. (And he has the Mantis tail. I believe it’s called a Metathorax?)

-Hunts like crazy (His urges constantly puts him in hunting mode)

-He’s always bringing back everything he hunts to the Reader (Makes him even happier if you eat what he gives you in front or him-or pretend to)

-Able to fly/glide for a short distance

-For mating season….uh….lets just say mantises are very horny

Funfact: Mantises can turn their heads a Full 180 Degrees. They have very flexible a joint between the head and prothorax that allows them to swivel their heads.

Bonus:

(Roach is Roach)

Cockroach Hybrid Roach:

-He has the Roach antennas, and roach arms/legs under his normal arms (He has the roach tail as well)

-Fucking indestructible. (Can literally survive radiation)

-Can literally eat anything (that’s from a living organism

-Cuddles. He’s clingy and always wants a cuddle from the reader after a long mission. (I honestly don’t blame him with the shit the task force goes through on a daily basis)

-Reader is very worried about Roach despite his indestructibility and always panics if he gets hurt during a mission. (He enjoys the attention)

Funfact: Cockroaches like to cuddle. Cockroaches like feeling something solid against their bodies. That’s why they hide in cracks and crevices or even your stacked towels and linens.

[myloveobbsessed]

Ｂｉｇ Ｂｉｔｅｓ

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I thougt this would be fun short post to do its based of this tik Tok trend:

Matching my bf eating pace

Toji x reader

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I feel like Toji would be the type to take large bites of his food chew for a few seconds before swallowing.

He probably skip the chewing part fr.

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You saw this trend and decided it would be fun to do it with your boyfriend.

So when the two of you got lunch some burritos and got back home you set the camera up out of his line of sight so he wouldn't ask questions.

Settling down he gets ready to start eating his burrito so you do too looking at him he picks up his burrito and doesnt waste a second before taking a big bite of his food you do this same opening your mouth wide to try and mimick his bite. Having to shove so extra food in your already full mouth.

As you try to match Toji’s bite, you quickly realize how much of a challenge it is. You stuff your mouth with extra food, trying to keep up with his massive bite, but it’s a struggle not to laugh. Toji notices you, raising an eyebrow mid-chew, clearly wondering why you’re trying to mimic him so obviously.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice muffled through his full mouth, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as you try to hold in your laughter, cheeks puffed from the burrito.

You take a few seconds to swallow your food before answering “eating”

Toji narrows his eyes a bit, clearly not convinced, but he lets it slide with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah? Looks like you’re trying to eat like a bear,” he teases, taking another large bite of his burrito. You can’t help but chuckle, trying your best to keep up with him without giving away the fact you’re recording the whole thing.

“Just hungry, I guess,” you reply, playfully shrugging. He shakes his head, still amused but clearly not entirely buying it.

You mimic Toji’s bite again, your mouth practically bursting with burrito, and you try your best not to laugh or choke at the same time. Toji glances at you, raising a brow. “You good? You’re eating like it’s a competition.”

He barely chews his food before going in for another bite, and you glance at the camera, holding back your laughter. You quickly follow suit, stuffing more into your already full cheeks, feeling like a squirrel hoarding food. Toji narrows his eyes, clearly catching on to something.

“…Are you messing with me?” he asks, suspicious.

You stifle another laugh putting a hand over your mouth. “No I'm just eating babe” your words muffled from the food.

Toji gives you a long, hard stare, clearly not buying it, but he doesn’t say anything. He takes another big bite of his burrito, chewing slowly as if testing you. You mimic him again, stuffing your mouth full and struggling to keep from bursting into laughter.

After swallowing, Toji smirks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re terrible at hiding things, you know that?”

You swallow downing some of your drink to wash the food down. As you take some time to breath. “Why do you take such large bites it's inhumane”

Toji raises an eyebrow, smirking as he leans back a bit. “It’s called efficiency, sweetheart. Why waste time on small bites when you can get the job done in one go?”

He watches you down your drink, clearly amused by your struggle to keep up. “You’re the one trying to copy me. Not my fault you can’t handle it.” He gives you a teasing grin, taking yet another large bite to drive the point home.

“Well I like to savor my food take my time not eat like its my last meal” you reply giving up on copying him worried for your life. As you watch him finish his burrito withing three bites.

Toji chuckles, clearly entertained by your reply. “Savor it all you want, but if you wait too long, it’ll get cold.” He finishes his burrito, brushing his hands off like he’s just conquered a challenge.

He leans back, looking satisfied, then glances at you with a smirk. “At least you’ve got more to enjoy since you take your time.”

“Yes cause that's the right way to eat food you Vaccum”

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[steviewashere]

Strawberry Jalapeño

Rating: General CW: Alcohol, References to Sex Tags: Established Relationship, Recreational Drinking, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington gets White Woman Margarita Drunk at Mexican Restaurants, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Future Fic

For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is saving the last bite for them."

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A new Mexican restaurant opens up a block away from their apartment in 1992. Taqueria Las Palomas. They make it part of their date night circle. Tuesday dates are for the queer bar ten minutes sideways. Wednesdays they’d go to the park on a picnic. Thursdays are for non-competitive bowling that Eddie somehow always turns competitive. And Friday nights, well they’re—

“Margarita nights,” Steve had given. His smirk the size of the moon. His eyes glistening in excitement. His body vibrating with it. “Nachos. And margaritas.” He’d done one of his cute little hand gestures. Nachos was his right hand jumping into the air. Margaritas was his left. Funny enough, those are also the assigned hands in which he consumes them at the restaurant.

Point is, it’s a popular date night activity.

And it’s Friday. And Steve is practically bouncing up and down the sidewalk. Drifting from Eddie’s side. Nearly skipping to the destination. Every once in a while, Eddie has to catch up to him, pull him back by his left palm, and hook their elbows together just to maintain the distance. But, somehow, Steve still gets to the restaurant’s door first.

And, somehow, Eddie never gets tired of it.

Five bucks gets them the nacho platter. Three bucks gets them bottomless margaritas. Which, technically, three bucks gets Steve bottomless margaritas. For two bucks less, Eddie settles for a single Miller. He’s got to get Steve back home, alright? Can’t do that if they’re both wasted. (Steve gets especially drunk and ditzy. Who knew he was such a lightweight in the face of greasy nachos and some fruity little drink?)

They share the plate of nachos. Eddie will sometimes get a small bean and cheese burrito. Sometimes he’ll do in for a couple of carne asada tacos. But, typically, it’s just the nachos. He’s got kind of a light appetite all the time anyway. Steve, on the other hand, will get nachos and a burrito (Depends on his overall mood which one he gets. Mad? The steak burrito. Horny? A breakfast burrito. Look, don’t ask Eddie. He doesn’t know why the eggs and potatoes seem to do it for Steve).

But, because of Steve’s heavier appetite, they tend to tear through the nachos pretty goddamn quick. Which, really, is a shame. Eddie really loves the nachos. He’d eat them all day if he could. That being said, however, he usually lets Steve get the last bite. Usually being the key word.

Tonight, though, the nachos go by pretty quick, as expected. Steve’s got his breakfast burrito halfway gobbled through. And Eddie’s leaned back in his sticky booth, Miller up to his lips, guzzling down some lukewarm beer. Steve’s worked his way through three margaritas, his lips stained a deep pink, and he’s not swaying exactly, but he’s definitely a little bit clumsier. His eyes are pointed down at the plate of nachos.

One chip with all the toppings, jalapeños included (Eddie’s personal hell).

Steve’s fingers twitch on the tacky plastic top of the table. His bottom lip is jutted out. And his eyebrows are creased slightly. He’s adorable.

“Eds,” he begins.

“Go ahead, babydoll. If you want it, you can eat it.” He thinks he gets his point across clearly. Sure, maybe his breath does something a little mournful at the last chip being whisked away from him. But, unfortunately, his stomach doesn’t do well with jalapeños. Never has. Most likely never will.

Steve reaches out his right hand, dutifully, and grabs the tortilla chip in his loose tipsy grip. He brings it up to eye level. Eyes crossing at the little slice of jalapeño. Eddie holds back a chuckle.

Well, he tries really hard. Has to snicker into his can of beer. Steve looks like some puppy noticing a butterfly on a flower for the first time. He might eat it. Might.

Then, oddly, Steve brings the chip back down. He takes his margarita hand. Plucks the jalapeño from the top of the chip, places it on his also pink stained tongue, and brings his eyes to stare at Eddie.

He momentarily looks away from Steve’s puppy dog eyes. From his magenta lips and rose petal pink cheeks and his glazed tipsy sheen to his eyes. Tries to hide how hungry he is, not for the nachos, but for Steve’s beautiful face.

“Ed…Eddie,” Steve is whispering, a slur slightly noticeable in his speech. His margarita palm flops onto the table, patting incessantly at the back of Eddie’s right. “Eddie, gotta—I gotta surprise for you.”

Eddie looks back at him and hums. “What’s up, sweetheart? Whatcha got for me?”

Steve holds out the chip. His fingers are loosely grasping it. It could fall at any moment, really. But he looks like he’s trying really hard to just raise it to Eddie’s face. “Made this,” he murmurs. “Took the spicy thing off.” He knows what it’s called. Eddie should probably cut him off from his margaritas in a second. “‘Ts for you, Eds.” And then he’s bringing it closer to Eddie’s face, so much so now he has to cross his eyes, and jams the softened edge to Eddie’s lips.

It really is the perfect chip. Cheese and guac and sour cream, steak and some of the pico de gallo. And, yeah, Steve took the jalapeño off just for him.

“Eds, you gotta open your mouth. Saved it—Made it for you.”

So, he does. Lets Steve feed it to him. Eddie wraps his hand around Steve’s wrist, steadying his hold. His thumb rubs over Steve’s pulse point, it’s fast and warm. And he looks back at Steve, his eyes dilated, yet full of love.

“Thank you, baby,” Eddie says through his mouthful. Steve’s face stretches with his syrupy smile. Gooey with something. “That was very thoughtful of you.”

“It’s cause I—Cause you were sad, Eds,” Steve conspires, leaning in—his hands spread wide and out on the table. “Was thinking of you ‘cause I like it when you’re happy.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he feels the need to say again. “You made and continue to make me very happy.”

“I also love you. Was thinking about that, too,” Steve says.

Eddie snickers a little bit. Steve’s a sentimental drunk, he should’ve pointed out sooner. A very sentimental drunk. His eyes are shiny with tears and his face is wonderfully pink, there’s guac in the corner of his mouth, his breath smells like strawberries and jalapeño. And he’s probably the most beautiful and kind person Eddie’s ever come to know.

“Love you, too, sweetheart. Now, finish up your sex burrito,” Eddie teases a little. “Gotta get you home soon and take care of you.”

“Yes, sir,” Steve slurs back.

They won’t actually do anything, Eddie knows that. He’ll get Steve some water. And they’ll curl up on the couch and watch reruns of Golden Girls until Steve falls asleep over the length of Eddie’s torso. And he’ll slither out from underneath him, carry his heavy body to bed, and cuddle him with both arms. But in the morning, Eddie will make sure Steve knows just how loved he is.

For now, he just gazes. Lets himself become drunk on what it means to truly and irrevocably love somebody like Steve Harrington.

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[the-fluff-piece]

Sexy devil fruit power shenanigans - headcanon

Eating a devil fruit changed them forever. And it affected their behaviour, too!

Headcanon about how Sabo, luffy, law, smoker and kinemon use their ability with you and in their daily life

18+

If you liked this one, have a look at my masterlist for headcanons and stories

Law

His room ability has to be used consciously, it doesn't just happen by itself, which suits him just fine. Can't just make a room whenever he's having whicked thoughts while staring at you

Loves to float in his room and doze like that. He wasn't sure if you'd like it too, so it took him a while to ask. Now it's your quality time.

Having absolute control inside the room has opened up new possibility of playing with you

It's very draining for him, but sometimes in the evenings, he is too lazy to get up, so he just makes a big room and shambles you into his bed together with a few snacks. It often happens, by pure coincidence of course, that you're just done showering and your towel is not coming with you

When you can't be together for a while, he begs for your hand. To cut off. And keep so he doesn't feel lonely.

You may not leave it when you're going on a trip, but sometimes you let him have it for a few hours. Let's just say it's kind of exciting when you're going about your day and suddenly feel him kissing your hand and than makes you stroke him

Sabo

Having powers of fire has made him even more of a cinnamon role than before, his temper burns hotter than ever

When he is agitated or excited, flames appear around him. You can tell when he's having naughty thoughts whenever blue flames dance around him

He's burnt more than one bed when he couldn't control his power or his passion. He still can't forgive himself for burning you once with his too hot kisses

So foreplay is now cool-down play where he really needs to take the edge off before touching you - by touching himself as he watches you...

When he's really moody, he makes little puffs of smoke without noticing it

Heat and spiciness is no longer an issue for him. No burrito is too hot for him, no chilli too spicy. He has been banned from all eating competitions regarding hot foods

Luffy

His gummi powers have a strong influence on his bodies viscosity, that's how he stretches

Whenever he is relaxed, his body becomes very soft, when he is really, really relaxed he almost becomes a fluid

So after your first night together, he became a happily snoring, super- soft and cuddly pillow. His arms were still inescapable though

Whenever your gone and he has to sleep by himself, his hands stretch and search for you, making it really hard for everyone else to sleep

His creeping hands turn up whenever you least expect them, too bad he's really good with them. Eating together with the others has become agony since he realized he can just fondle you from under the table

Smoker

He prides himself on the absolute control he has over his powers, so whenever he turns into smoke randomly or the room gets very foggy, he gets defensive and gives a bad, bad explanation why he wanted to do that

He wants to keep your relationship a secret, so he creeps through windows or doors as smoke, materialising bit by bit in your bed

He can effectively divide his body by only partly turning into smoke - it gives him very interesting abilities to please you in unusual ways

He doesn't admit it, but he cannot leave you alone. So even on absolutely sunny days, a suspicious cloud is following you around.

Kinemon

His dress up ability turned you into the most stylish girl over night. Since he has to picture it in his mind first, his perverted thinking also turned you into the sluttiest

Since he can create anything in a few seconds, you save lots of time in the morning and with laundry. Since it also vanishes in an instant, you safe time undressing, too

Kinemon uses this with delight when he catches you alone during the day, he has you in your underwear in a heartbeat - and dressed once you are finished

He gets very creative with lingerie and straps. Whenever he has a new idea, he is giddy all day until he can see how you look wearing it

[nhularin]

[OPERATION] : -> E.O.T.M y.jw

SYNOPSIS 𖦹 the two of you have always been competitive. from the moment you both started working at taco bell, there had been an unspoken rivalry: who could wrap burritos better? who could handle the most customers during rush hour? with your good for nothing manager announcing a new incentive to boost team productivity: the employee of the month, a race between you and your oh so annoying co-worker begins

PAIRING ⨟ co-worker! jungwon x fem! reader

GENRE ⊹ fluff, crack, idiots in love

STARRING ⊹ TAESAN (bnd) LIZ REI (ive) HAERIN (nwjns) and more !

TAGLIST ⊹ open!

DATE ⊹ starting May 26th,2024

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[bagopucks]

J. Hughes - Blackouts

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Jack Hughes x Reader

Requested✨ (as a comment in a previous post)

@lolihaveaproblem

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning(s): None!

Not proofread!

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“This is so stupid!”

“Well if you hadn’t blown all your money, you wouldn’t be losing this bad.”

“Jack, you idiot.”

“I don’t wanna play this any more. You guys cheated.”

It’s all Ive heard all evening. When the boys at the lake house asked me to oversee monopoly, I did not think it would be this hectic. Or heated. It was Monopoly.

To be fair though, I did learn quite a bit about the Hughes and their friends.

Quinn was silently competitive, and I had definitely seen him slipping Luke some money here and there under the coffee table. I only let it slide because I was rooting for the youngest brother. I learned Cole was incredibly good with his money. Maybe a little stingy, but he was definitely a saver. Trevor didn’t give two shits. He was playing just for the hell of it, spending here and there and everywhere, but still managing to stay out of debt or bankruptcy, and Luke just seemed to have a natural knack for the game.

My beloved Jack was trying to do Trevor’s method, but luck was not on his side. He was owing people money he did not have. He was all over the place. He was a financial nightmare. I kept it in mind in case of the day you both get married. Any conjoined bank accounts would certainly have a pin or password he would not know.

“It’s a little late to quit now. Might as well stay in.” Quinn tried to reason.

“With my one property? Hell no.” Jack quickly stood up from the floor. I was not the only person who winced at the crack in his back. “Trevor can have it.”

Trevor, who somehow seemed to be the richest and luckiest.

“Oh fuck yes!” I giggled at Trevor’s excitement.

I would say I had more fun overseeing monopoly than Risk. When the boys decided to play that, I had to take headache medication due to all the yelling. They took that strategy game quite seriously. Again, except for Trevor. Who had a weird obsession with Australia, and overpopulated it with his troops.. and somehow ended up winning the game after two days of on and off playing.

There had been a lot of F-bombs there. A lot of negotiations. A lot of snack breaks. The second time it was brought out to play, halfway through day three, one of the boys got so tense they flipped the board.

The NATO of hockey players did not enjoy that.

Sometimes I played board games with them, but other times I really did enjoy watching them bicker and argue.

Throw Throw Burrito was another I enjoyed to watch. From a safe distance. Considering the main concept of the game was to throw foam burritos at one another. Some of the welts those boys left the table with amazed me. But I hadn’t laughed harder than the time Trevor got hit in between the legs. The speed with which everybody scattered, was highly amusing.

They didn’t play board games often at the lake house, but seeing as we were in the midst of a three hour power outage, and phones were on their last percentages, everybody was desperately looking for something to do.

“Babe, come on.” Jack mumbled, ever the sore loser. I looked up at him from the couch, his face illuminated by the many candles we had burning. Fucking scented candles that had the house smelling like too many things at once.

“I don’t know, Jack. Last time I left a board game unmonitored the whole thing was flipped.” I commented. I knew what I was doing, and as soon as the words left my mouth, the uprising of displeasure from that memory came in the form of new arguments and accusations about who it was that had flipped their poor game of Risk. Jack chuckled softly. I swiftly climbed over the arm of the couch, seeing as boys were sitting at the foot of it all gathered about the coffee table.

“They’re never gonna get over that.” Jack mumbled as he grabbed my hand. I was swift to snatch up one of the candles before he led me down the hall to his room.

“Not my problem. I still have my money on Cole.” I whispered in response. We both snickered softly, and I winced at the sound of another outburst. Trevor yelling about money missing. Looks like they caught Quinn and all his laundering.

“So, Rowdy,” I began with a playful smile as we wandered down the hall. “What’s on the agenda for tonight?”

“I don’t know. There’s gotta be something in this house to do.” Jack shrugged. I smiled at his cluelessness.

Once we got back into his room, I pushed the door shut behind myself. I opened his blinds and watched the rain pelt the windows, gently biting my bottom lip. Jack swiftly snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around my body.

“Watch out baby,” I whispered, holding the candle out.

“Sorry.” Jack’s mumbled apology made me smile.

“Come on, Jack-O.” I tried to make my way to his tall dresser, but seeing as he wasn’t letting go, we both waddled our way over together. I set the candle down on top of the safe area, slowly turning in his arms to get a good look at Jack’s face.

“You think my mom and dad are okay?” His question caught me off guard.

“I have a strong feeling they’re more than fine.” I assured him, reaching up to cup his cheeks. “Probably having a more peaceful night than we are.” I added playfully, just in time to hear another shout and a loud bang. I winced. Somebody was beating the table now.

As much as I claimed to hate the noise, the silence in the lake house was often worse than that. Especially in the evenings. I got so used to the noise that the silence began to feel eerie. Like something was incredibly wrong.

“Can’t do movies, not enough phone power to play games. Not enough light to read.” I mumbled thoughtfully. “I have hair dye in the bathroom.”

Jack seemed to really consider the idea before shaking his head.

“Okay. Makeovers?”

He shrugged.

“Wanna watch me try on lingerie?” He lit up like a kid on Christmas. It was a cruel joke, but alas, I had no lingerie to try on, and I was not going to resort to seduction at a time like this. Not when something could go worse with the weather. The last thing I wanted to do was be huddled up in the basement with my boyfriend and his brothers and friends, in a less than appropriate outfit.

“Sorry for the false hope,” I apologized with a smile. Jack groaned.

“I’ll play mini sticks with you.” I finally offered, and Jack shrugged before deciding that was good enough.

“I’ll go get ‘em.” He was out of his room and back within a minute, two tiny little plastic nets in hand, a ball, and two sticks. I giggled softly. Even in the off season, we couldn’t escape hockey.

By the foot of his bed, Jack set up one net on one side of the room, and a net on the other. We quickly got situated on the floor before Jack slid a stick in my direction. I felt incredibly silly, but anything to pass the time at this point.

“You know the rules?” He asked, and I nodded.

“Same as normal hockey.” I checked. Jack smiled at me before he tossed the foam ball in my direction.

“Loser has to eat the melted nasty ice cream on the counter.” Jack made the condition. I grimaced. How disgusting. But once I agreed, we faced off, and our game began.

I could not say I was surprised near the end of the game, when we took an ‘intermission’ and I found I had holes in my leggings. Jack and I had played quite an aggressive game of knee hockey. Despite the fact that he tried to enforce penalties, he quickly gave up when I reasoned that he couldn’t be in charge of them. Especially when he kept grabbing the back of my shirt to keep me from getting too close to his goal.

The Hughes brothers were always cheating to win in some kind of minor game.

We’d laughed and yelled, pushed each other over and played with no mercy. But it was 9-9, and I seriously did not want to eat the warm ice cream. I figured if Jack had cheated, then I could play dirty too. So when I had the foam ball in my own possession, I rushed Jack, who was trying to play defense in the middle of the floor.

We made eye contact at the last second when I moved my stick into both hands -acting as though I planned to cross check him- and pressed my weight against his chest, shoving him onto the floor and effectively pinning him down.

Jack broke into a fit of laughter as I climbed on top of him.

“That’s a penalty,” he tried. I laughed and shook my head.

“Your mom is.”

I was swift to tap the puck into his net with my stick.

“And I win.” Jack was still laughing at the ‘your mom’ joke when he actually registered his loss. The poor brunette craned his neck to see the goal, his expression dropping with realization.

“What? You cheated!”

I leaned forward while he was busy complaining.

“You’ve been cheating since we started this game. I’d just accept my loss and get ready to eat shitty ice cream, Hughes.” I was quick to kiss him before I stood up, dropping my stick on his chest for effect.

“I want a rematch!”

“Can’t, Jacky. I’m retired.” I’d certainly give him hell about this moment for the rest of our lives.

“Bullshit. One more game.” Jack finally sat up, staring up at me as he held my stick out.

“I can’t, buddy. Not pulling a Tom Brady. I’m retired, end of story.”

“This sucks.”

“Aww it’s okay. How’s about you just come to bed and we can cuddle for a bit instead of the ice cream.” Jack eyed me cautiously, seemingly trying to decide if it was another joke or not.

“I’m not making you eat warm ice cream, Jack.” My tone took on a much more serious sound before I held my hands out to him. “Just come lay with me.” He let me help him get up from the floor, dropping his own stick and nodding.

“Can’t believe you thought I was cruel enough to make you eat that,” I teased.

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[zombholic]

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅

today was the only day you had off from patrols and god you were so grateful, you slipped on your shoes and went down to the cafeteria to grab a burrito before you went back to hide in your room. “y/n, what’s up pendeja!” you shot your head up for your eyes to meet manny’s, you walled over to him with a smile.

“it’s my day off so i was gonna grab something to eat and leave” you leaned on the table, your hands holding onto the edge. “oh about that, isaac needs you to come with us just to this one base, he said he needed as many people.” you let out the most irritated groan ever.

“dude fine, but who’s us?” it’s like your question answered itself when you saw the muscular blonde stroll her way over to you two “never mind, ask someone else” you scoffed at her presence, right as you were about to leave her smart ass mouth opened up “why? scared of a little competition?” you wanted to throw your burrito at that stupid cocky smirk plastered on her face but you didn’t wanna hurt the burrito.

“no, abby, i just don’t want to walk in on you and owen dry humping each other again” the response made manny almost choke on his spit, he tried his hardest not to bust out hollering.

“at least some of us can get dick, if you’re jealous just say so” you swore you almost threw up at the thought of being anywhere near one. “abby, i think i rather stick with fucking girls” once again, when you were about to walk away manny grabbed the belt loop on your cargos and pulled you back.

“you’re coming with us chica, now get your things” you rolled your eyes, shooting the blonde a dirty look before heading back to your room to get your supplies.

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sitting on the back of the wobbly truck you kept your backpack between your legs, owen who sat next to you and abby who sat across were basically eye-fucking each other. “you guys are so gross, get a fucking room.” you fake gagged “scars! guys!” manny shouted from the driver’s seat.

grabbing your pistol you were aiming at one of the scars riding on their horses, shooting him off his horse. the truck violently wobbling causing all three of you to fall off the seats and into the middle. abby landing straight onto you, the air in your lungs getting knocked right out. “get your big ass off me abby!” you tried to push her off your chest but she was shooting at the scars, owen joining her quickly after while you were stuck under the 200 pound woman.

manny pulled over when there weren’t any scars left to one of the stationed buildings, everyone getting out and seeing the flat tire and half broken arrow in it.

“you couldn’t keep an eye on any of them y/n?” abby walked past you hitting your shoulder with hers “you’re big ass was on top of me the whole fucking time!” you miserably pushed her back, for being smaller than abby you couldn’t fight her, it was a mouse vs a bear.

“don’t fucking touch me.” she pushed you back onto car, her brows farrowed angrily, you grabbed the root of her braid and pulled her hair back “fuck you bitch!” before you guys could get anymore physical manny pulled her aside, if you were wrong you could see the steam blowing out of her ears.

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everyone walking into the news station owen directed everyone to clear out the different sections. you went went to the left before hearing gunshots and yelling from the opposite direction, before you could even process your next move everything turned black.

you woke up dazed and confused with the worst headache, your vision slowly coming back, going to rub your eyes your hands were tied behind your back, fear shooting throughout your body you saw where you were.

you stood on a stool, a noose wrapped around your neck you saw one of the scars noticing you wake up “the wolf is awake!” he shouted for the others.

a few more appeared surrounding you, tears flowing down your eyes you begged and pleaded for them to let you go, one of the scars who was built like abby kicked the stool from underneath you, the air slowly stopping from coming into your brain, your body frolicking around.

gunshots were sounding off, scars scattering to hide, you almost felt your life leave before your eyes. the rope holding you up to the tree cut loose causing you to fall to the ground with a loud thud, abby threw the noose off your neck, shaking you awake.

“c’mon y/nn, wake up.” she held your head in her hands, she started compressions on your chest. your body shot up gasping and crying for air. “hey, hey.” you looked up and saw abby with almost a relieved look on her face, her chest exhaling as if she was holding her breath the whole time.

she lifted you up bridal style, your arms wrapped around her neck, face hidden in her shoulder trying to calm down from your almost death. she took you inside a trailer, sitting you down on the chair “oh my god.” she mumbled, her calloused fingers softly rubbing the purple and blue outline of the rope.

“is she alive?” manny slammed the door open, running over to you cupping you your face in his hands as he gave a kiss on your temple, he wrapped his arms around you giving you a gentle hug.

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you guys decided to settle down somewhere safer, everyone placed their sleeping bags down, manny and owen chatting away, you saw abby walk out deciding to follow her you grabbed her arm.

“thank you” you mumbled, she turned around and gave you a warming smile “i needed you to stay alive so i could pick on you” she joked.

AUTHORS NOTE: yall this was shit fr 👎🏼👎🏼

[legendofzoodles]

LU April Art things I noticed:

They’re in BotW's Hyrule Field!

Is Wind discreetly trying to wrap Warriors in his scarf like a burrito? He’s sending the wind in all manner of directions, able to give smol Four a strong breeze to give his heroic pose extra flare.

Legend has his under-tunic exposed? Was the red one damaged? Has he just recovered from an injury? Or is that tunic sitting in Hateno’s dye shop?

Not Wild and Time standing together mirroring each other’s poses. Did they have a heart-to-heart the previous evening?  

I like to think they made climbing the Dueling Peaks a competition, with experienced Wild acting as the referee. 

Bless Sky, he looks so wistful. The only one with shadows over his face. Boy misses home. 

[lemonandlime22]

Obey me character hc but its all things from my family

Warning(s): Cussing, not edited

A/N: this was rly fun to make, might make some more later on lol.

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Whenever they have burritos or anything like that, Beel will fold Belphe's cause he doesn't know how.

When losing an argument with Mammon, Asmo will bring up the stupid shit he used to wholeheartedly believe.

When Satan was small, he and Mammon can get competitive over the smallest things, just to see who wins, like who can drink water faster of some shit like that

they never even said anything about it, it was like an unspoken mutual agreement.

Animals fuckin love Beel for some reason, no one knows why they just do, Satan hates this.

Mammon and Levi always start shows together but never finish them together.

Diavolo will just start following Barbatos around when he's bored, then run away when Barbatos mentions he could do his paperwork if he's bored.

Levi and Asmo never let anyone live anything down.

Solomon will sit on the counter talkin about random shit while Simeon cooking.

When Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphe were little and Mammon was able to drive, he would have them do screaming contests

very rarely did all participate.

When Levi was younger maybe even still now he didn't like ppl touching him, but when his lil brothers were upset he would hug them for comfort if they wanted.

Lucifer has a trick for getting his brother back to sleep when they have nightmares, moving his finger from the tip of their nose to their hairline over and over again.

Mammon once wanted to sneak out while everyone was gone, but lil Beel was with him, so he just brought Beel along and made him promise not to tell anyone

and yes, Beel still hasn't told anyone.

Solomon once made basically pepper spray by over-cooking peppers and everyone had to spend the rest of the day outside unit it all cleared out.

If Beel is walking with anyone next to a road of any kind he always makes them stand on the inside of the sidewalk.

Satan is terrible with fish, always somehow kills them.

Mammon taught his lil brothers how to hide things from Lucifer.

Mammon also taught his lil brothers how to swim by pushing them in without warning.

Solomon has let Luke try a tiny sip of alcohol, he hated it and almost threw up and Solomon laughed his ass off.

Solomon is way more funny when he's drunk.

Mammon once had to be held down to get a shot.

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