#LOOK AT HOW SILLY THEY R 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[4kts]

THE SILLIES........!!!! I finally got Leo's event card and hes so cute in his outfit 🥹🙏

[noxtivagus]

DEATH UNTO DAWN ON SPOTIFY 🥹🫶🏼

[chisungie]

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[pupyuj]

we need more gf yujin... Mean gf Yujin well kinda cause we all miss babyboy Yujin.

🐝 (new anon)

i see the word “babyboy” and that’s all i focus on 😭 just realized i haven’t posted a drabble in a while so i’ll take a look in my asks and see if anything else catches my eye 🤓 (my neglected asks in the drafts r crying rn) n e ways welcome 🐝 anon! 💕💓

p.s. sub top yujin save me—

babyboy yujinnie dating older!reader… a wild puppy has been tamed! 😭 her friends are the first to notice that yujin doesn’t behave the same around you as she did with her previous partners! perhaps even tho that two of you were dating, she was intimidated by your maturity and how wise you were but really she was just whipped as fuck! whipped to the point of literally worshipping you? well yes! 🤤 she’d try to be as serious as you are but ultimately end up failing bcs you told her that you like it better when she’s silly, aka herself 🥴🥴

don’t be fooled though! as willing as she is to drop on her knees and do anything and everything for you, babyboy still tops 🤭🤭 she has this obsession with being your most perfect pet! making sure to memorize every inch of your body and find out which parts make you moan her name the sweetest, or the loudest… 😳 fucking you gets her rlly turned and by the time you’re shaking bcs she’s given you your sixth orgasm of the night, yujinnie would be so, so drenched but she ignores her own needs bcs all she wants to do is hear her name fall from your lips, feel your nails ruin her scalp, scratch at her arms, and hold her hand 🥺

and don’t get me started on pussy drunk babyboy yujin that finds all the right opportunities to eat you out wherever the two of you are! in your office? check. at some parking lot in the back of her car? check. a random bathroom stall? check. a private booth in an unnecessarily lavish restaurant? hell yes, check 😵‍💫 yujinnie knows how to ask nicely and that’s what she does 98% of the time bcs not only is your pleasure important to her but also your comfort 🥺 however… when her feelings are too strong, she simply just puts her hand in between your legs and start kissing your neck.. she knows it was a weakness, and her lips spread into a shit-eating grin every time it works 🙄💕

and those big puppy eyes of hers that she stares at you with as silently asking for permission every time she’s ‘hungry’?? they look 1000% better when they’re looking at you from in between your legs! 😍 yujin’s heart skipping several beats as she looked at your expressions while she does her work with her tongue.. she’s making you feel so good and she’s so proud of herself! 🥺💓 every time you praise her, she just wants more.. and so she gets better and better the longer she eats you out… not stopping even when your voice was all hoarse from screaming her name..

yujin doesn’t actually care if you crush her head with your thighs or suffocate her by pushing her face so close to your pussy that she almost can’t breathe.. it was the perfect way to die! 🤭 she only stops when you’ve tapped out, or told her to stop, or when she knows you’ve had enough.. but even then she’d give your pussy little kitten licks just to tease you bcs she loves hearing your whines since you get so sensitive 🥺🥺 ah and she works so hard drinking up all your cum, finding your taste as delicious as her favorite sweets, perhaps even better 😵‍💫💓

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Daemon x oc, where oc is alicent's 4th child and her favorite, but the oc also inherent Otto's scheming skills and so much better than him and overly can't stand rhaenrya and knows that rhaenrya likes daemon so she goes for daemon and daemon falls harder for the oc AKKKK and rhaenrya pov where she realizes that she is losing daemon to her much younger half-sister, please 🥺🫶

Half-Blood Rivalry || D. Targaryen x oc

GIF by @mad-witch-moon DIVIDERS by @straywords

a/n: tysm for this request!!! anons please continue to send me requests pls!!! I hope you guys are happy for Catarina to play oc as Rhaella :) also please imagine that this takes place in ep 2. when rhaella is born is around the time daemon is banished for taking rhae to the brothel. rhaenyra hasn’t married laenor or has children yet.

The youngest child of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen was sweet Rhaella. When Rhaenyra first held the girl when she was only a babe, she had a strange feeling about her half-sister. As years went by and both girls no doubt got older, Rhaenyra could not seem to shake off the uneasy feelings she felt towards her youngest sister.

“Happy Name Day, sweet child” Alicent goes on her tippy toes to kiss her youngest and—anyone with eyes could see— favourite child. “Thank you, mother,” Rhaella kissed her cheek. It was then her father’s turn. Rhaella and Viserys had always had a complicated relationship, the two never seemed to see eye to eye, quite similar with her other siblings.

Rhaella and her siblings knew that their father didn’t favour them as much as he does with Rhaenyra. Nonetheless, Viserys was still her father and he cared for him.

“Happy name day, sister” Rhaenyra bursts through the doors of the throne room with a drunken smile. Everyone in the room stared at the platinum white haired Princess in shock. Her appearance was dishevelled and she reeked of alcohol. It was only morning.

“Are you quite alright Rhaenyra?” Alicent raises an eyebrow as she looks the Targaryen up and down. Rhaella lets out a scoff. Typical Rhaenyra. “Quite so, I wouldn’t dare miss seeing my dear sister on this special day” She raises a cup towards the younger who rolls her tongue against her cheek in annoyance.

Rhaella looks to Viserys, a wide grin on his face making her scoff. Rhaenyra somehow always seems to pull Rhaella’s buttons without even realising. In her opinion, she was a stuck up Princess that was never grateful of what was given to her.

Rhaella could not stand her older half-sister, maybe it was because of the fact that their father always placed Rhaenyra on a pedestal and could never do anything wrong in his eyes. Placing a fake smile on her pretty face, Rhaella speaks up. “Thank you Rhaenyra, your presence here means so much to me” She pops a grape in her mouth.

Otto lowly chuckles yet shakes his head lightly at his granddaughter’s tone. There was no denying that out of his four grandchildren, Rhaella too was his favourite. The young Targaryen was very much like him in many ways, even better in some aspects you could say.

There was silence at the table for a bit as they all ate, when all of a sudden, the doors once again opened. This time, Ser Harrold walked in. “Your Grace, he’s back” Was all the kingsguard said. Rhaella and her siblings stop chewing their food and look to their father.

Viserys wore a shocked face before standing up quickly and walking away. Rhaella looks to her mother in confusion as she gives her a sad look and rubs her arm. “Father, where are you going?” The young Targaryen turns in her seat as she watches him walk away. What even stung the young girl was the fact that he didn’t respond.

“Daemon’s back” Rhaenyra says to herself with wide eyes. “Don’t be silly, uncle Daemon has not returned to court in how many years?” Aegon questions as Rhaella replies, “Since I was a babe” She shrugs. “But who else would Ser Harrold have referred to? Did you see father’s face,” She humorously scoffs, “That was Daemon alright” Rhaenyra shrugs.

“Enough talk about your uncle. It is Rhaella’s name day and I want you all behaved for her birthday celebrations today” Alicent sternly speaks before continuing to eat. The Targaryen siblings all give each other one final look before going back to their meal.

-

It was the night of Rhaella's name day where a huge feast was held. Alicent demanded the celebration to be extravagant for her favourite child. You could have mistaken the event as the King's name day.

Rhaella sat beside her mother and her siblings beside her, Rhaenyra on Viserys' side. When her father stood up to announce a speech, he was interrupted by a figure walking into the throne room.

It was no one other than Daemon. Young Rhaella had not seen him all day, him showing up there was her first time seeing him really as she could not recall him when she was a born.

Of course, the Targaryen often heard stories about her uncle. He held a bad reputation and yet everytime anyone would speak of him, Rhaella always found herself wanting to hear more about her uncle.

He sauntered in with a smirk on his face. "Brother, I thought you weren't going to come" Viserys puts a smile on his face as Daemon stands in front of the table, his hands clasped together. Rhaella could have sworn she saw a glint of mischievous in his eyes.

She looks up towards her father, than to her half-sister. Rhaenyra had a look on her face that Rhaella couldn't quite fathom out. "And miss my dear nieces' birthday celebration? How could I do that to Rhaenrya" Alicent gasps in disbelief and Aemond chuckles under his breath, a kick under the table from Otto shut him up.

"I think your mistaken dear uncle, it is not Rhaenyra you should be wishing a happy birthday, but me," Rhaella irked, crossing her arms. Daemon's eyes move to her. She watched him study her before a grin makes it to his lips. "Apologies...." He trails off, "Rhaella." "My brother failed to mention which niece of mine was celebrating. After all, I have little memory of his children before I left."

Rhaella nods her head politely, he was offered a seat at the end of the table near Rhaenyra. She couldn't help but notice her half-sisters' wanting eyes to Daemon. The young Targaryen knew of what had happened when she was born. In terms of Daemon and Rhaenyra.

But she did not expect her to still long for her uncle, after all, Daemon was gone for nearly 20 years. The whole time as they all feasted, Rhaella felt eyes burning into her and everytime she looked, Daemon shamelessly stares with a smirk on his face.

"I think I would like to dance," Rhaella says before standing up and making her way to her sworn knight, Ser Harwin. "A dance Ser Harwin?" The princess looks up at him with a smile. "It is my pleasure, princess" He smiles back as they start to dance, not knowing a certain Targaryen's eyes were fixated on the two the entire time.

"Your daughter is quite pleasing to look at, Alicent" Daemon chuckles to himself, his eyes still not leaving Rhaella. Alicent nearly choked on her drink as she glares at him. "My sister is nearly half my age uncle!" Rhaenyra laughs.

"Mhm, a shame indeed" He mutters as he taps his fingers on the table. Rhaenyra stares at her uncle in disbelief. The princess opens her mouth but shuts it again when Daemon stands up and makes his way through the crowd to where Rhaella and Ser Harwin were dancing.

"Might I have this dance, princess?" Daemon whispers against her ears as she breathed heavily from dancing. Rhaella gives a small nod to Harwin as he backs off and now dances with Daemon. "You know, you've grown quite alot," He starts off. "Thank you for pointing the obvious uncle," She rolls her eyes playfully, "Into such a, beautiful woman" Daemon finishes.

Rhaella smiles, "Thank you, I assume-" She was cut off by Rhaenyra who taps her shoulder, "Can I steal our dear uncle, sister?" She questions as she doesn't even bother looking at Rhaella, only Dameon.

The young Targaryen looks between the two before nodding her head. She walks away not before locking eyes with her uncle before his gaze floats back to Rhaenyra. "Did you just get told to bugger off, sister?" Aegon laughs as Rhaella approaches the table and smacks his head. "Ow!" He groans, rubbing his head. Alicent shoots a look to the eldest.

"I believe our dear Rhaenyra is still infatuated with Daemon" Rhaella tilts her head. "Not surprised, the way she was eyeing him the whole time, I thought she'd eat uncle on the spot" Halaena says concerned as Rhaella and her brothers laughed loudly. Deep down, Rhaella couldn't push aside a strange feeling as she watched her sister and her uncle dancing and laughing together.

-

“Do you jest, sister?” Rhaella’s mouth hangs open at Rhaenyra’s idea that she had created in her head. “What? Daemon and I are made for each other. We have blood of the dragons coursing through us. Not to forget, he wanted me before he was banished by Father” She paces back and forth in her room.

The young Targaryen only blinked a few times before laughing. Rhaenyra glares at her younger sister. “S-sorry,” Rhaella wipes the tears that escaped from laughter, “Do you still think uncle longs for you? Forgive me for saying this Rhaenyra, but you are no longer a maiden.” Rhaella tilts her head.

“Daemon might have lusted over you at one point but yet again, he did take you to that brothel and just left you there. And now he’s back after what? twenty years and you still think he has his eyes on you?” Rhaella’s jabs stung the elder. Her words were like knives to her heart.

“And what do you suppose? That he’s got eyes for you now?” Rhaenyra raises an eyebrow at the younger. A small smirk forms on Rhaella’s lips, “Time will tell” “Don’t tell me you like Daemon, Rhaella. You just practically met him!” Rhaenyra’s voice loudens. To piss her even more, Rhaella simply shrugged with a playful smile.

“Daemon would make a dutiful Husband wouldn’t he? All that experience and….. well you know. Plus, mother has been pestering me about marriage. What better way to honour her wishes of me staying close to home then marrying our deal uncle?” Rhaenyra scoffs at her half-sister. “Daemon will never want you, you wouldn’t even dare to approach him with those silly intentions-“

Rhaella stands up and storms to her older, and still slightly taller, sister. “Watch me dear sister. Watch me marry Daemon in our old valyrian ways and bear his children. Watch me live a life you only ever got to dream of.” She calmy says yet still, venom laced her words.

Rhaenyra stood still in shock at her sister’s words before opening her mouth, “You are a horrid person.” She said through gritted teeth. Rhaella only wickedly smiles before turning around and walking off. As soon as the door slammed shut, Rhaenyra grabbed the closest object which was a vase and aimed it at the door, shards flying everywhere.

Rhaella stood outside the door with a proud smirk on her face. It was finally time to put her older sister into her own place. She walked through the hallways of her home before she bumped into something hard. “Watch where-“ Rhaella shuts her mouth as she’s met with his figure. “you’re going..” She trails as he smiles at her.

“Rhaenyra is still in her bedchambers” She mumbles massaging her head. Before she could move to the side to leave, he takes ahold of her forearm. “It is not your sister I wish to see but you, princess”

“What could you possibly want to see me for, uncle?” She spoke, her arms folded and her head slightly tilted. “Am I not allowed to spend some time with my niece? After all, I know nothing of you” He says, his eyes wandering nowhere near her face.

Rhaella smirked. She hummed before replying. “I’ve always wanted to her your stories come from you, and more possibly-“ She was cut off by him, “You’ve heard about me and my stories?” He questions.

Rhaella playfully rolls her eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself uncle, your stories are the only entertaining thing to listen to around here” She chuckles. Daemon laughs, “Might you like to accompany Caraxes and I for a ride?” He suggests with smug smile.

~

1 month later…

“Where’s Daemon and Rhaella?” Rhaenyra looks around the table noticing their absent once again at the breakfast table. “Didn’t you hear, sister? Daemon’s taking Rhaella to Dragonstone today for a few months” Halaena says with a sweet smile as Rhaenyra’s jaw hangs open.

“D-Daemon’s taking Rhaella away? To Dragonstone?” She stutters as she processes what was happening. Dragonstone was supposed to be for her and Daemons. Not Rhaellas’.

“Why hasn’t anyone thought to tell me this?” She bangs her hand on the table in frustration. “I didn’t think it would concern you Princess, The Prince and Princess simply want to get to know each other more” Alicent speaks up.

“Get to know each other more? I don’t see why they can’t do that here, why must they be at Dragonstone. Father! Did you approve of this?” She looks to Viserys in disbelief. “My child, these are Daemon’s wishes. And besides, it is finally time that Rhaella chooses a Husband”

“A husband.” The princess scoffs as everyone on the table watch her, anticipating what was going to happen next. “I wanted Daemon to be my husband at her age and what did you do?! You banished him! Why does my whore of a sister get to do what ever she pleases!” Rhaenyra stands up in her seat as does Alicent. They could have sworn they saw steam leave her ears.

“How dare you call your sister that!” Viserys too stands up and hits his hand on the table loudly. “Rhaella is of age and you were not. You were the heir at the time and choosing Daemon as King consort? The realm would have been up in flames by now! My daughter. Your sister! Needs a husband sooner than later. Daemon is content with his position. Those twenty years where ever he was did him some good. Rhaella needs someone like him to confide to”

Viserys sits back down with a sigh, Rhaenyra only stood there in disbelief, shock and hatred for her half sister. Without uttering another word, she excused herself from the table and left. “She’s lost her mind” Alicent shakes her head.

Rhaenyra stormed out of the castle and into the dragon pit. She immediately paused as she witnessed Rhaella and Daemon in each other’s arms as they pat Caraxes. Rhaenyra was never able to do that the blood wyrm, he just never seemed to accept her. But Rhaella on the other hand.

Before she was could storm closer to the two a voice stops her. “Depriving your own sister of happiness?” Otto tempts her, “Just look at how happy they look with each other. I’ve never seen Daemon smile so much, have you?”

“He smiled plenty with me before” She mutters. “Ah there it is, before.” Rhaenyra glares at Otto. “Before he liked you, now he wishes to runaway with my granddaughter and marry her.” “H-he’s not marrying her” She chuckles to herself.

“Oh but he is my dear, he even asked for the King and Queen’s blessing. Your sister, much more youthful, smarter-“ “What are you trying to do?” The princess says desperately, “Stay away from them. Your sister is perfect for him and deserves happiness. Don’t let that childish dream of yours get into the road of them being happy. He’s obviously moved on and so should you Princess” Otto sternly speaks as the two of them look to the couple.

“I lost him once. Now I just lost him again,” The Princess shed a tear as she watched her half-sister get everything she ever hoped and dreamed of.

[nightcolorz]

Very very excited and curious to see how in the amc iwtv show the inevitable conversation between lestat and Armand will go regarding the “yeah ahah so basically right after I broke up with u after u told me u loved me cuz I took ur virginity in our deluxe theater seats I basically met ur maker ahah. Yeah lol he’s alive, yeah lol ik u saw him violently die b4 ur eyes yeah lol I’ll get to that ahah calm down sexy it’s ok, so basically I was rlly sad 💔💔 so I wanted to take a rlly long nap, but ur maker heard my cries 🥹 yeah haha ur maker/adoptive father/ the love of ur life/the man who has been having sex with u since u were a child/ur master who owns u as his slave/the only person who u felt ever cared for u, yeah lol, he has been alive this entire time and he knew about all that horrific suffering u were going through and how u were like crying out for him as u mourned his death as u were being violently tortured by a death cult, and yeah haha he just kinda like ignored that 🥺💔 sorry bro he was rlly busy, but thankfully not too busy for me 🥰🥰 like I said I was rlllyyy sad 🥺💔💔 and he saved me from my nap 🥰 and he took me to his house and he told me about his whole life because he loves me so so much and wants to teach me everything 🥺 and then he took me to his secret basement and showed me the secret origins of our kind that he is not supposed to tell anyone about and refused to tell u even tho u begged him to bcus he just yknow haha didn’t like u as much as me 🙏💔 ahahah whoops, to his credit tho I am white and blonde. Anyways lol so he revealed to me all the secrets of our kind and then he gave me very specific instructions on how to survive and live happily as a vampire 🥰 oh? That is exactly what u need and r looking for from everyone that u try and fail to connect with? Oh wow lol, kinda sad. Anyways so like obviously I ignored his instructions cuz I’m a rebel haha, and since ur maker is so nice and kind he didn’t even get mad he just playfully scolded me and gave me a silly nickname 🥰❤️ …oh wait, when u were a child he used to violently beat u until u bled out and screamed for mercy when u disobeyed him? Oh ahah, tbh that doesn’t sound like him….anyways just thought u should know! 🥰🥰” massive fucking elephant in the room 💀 cuz Armand is going to find out about this shit somehow someway and I’m rlly excited to see how bad his reaction is on a scale from 10000000 to ♾️♾️

[strawberry-cowmilk]

i NEED mc being upset that Mammon constantly wants to hide that he likes them! Like y r u ashamed of me? U want me to love u and only spend time with u and not pay attention to any one, but every instance u could have to prove that u love me u fold? Mc who DOES love him back but isn't willing to be treated like an embarrassment/burden??? I neeed this 🥺

hi anon! I really like this idea! I hope I do this right, enjoy!

be honest

-> mammon x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: fighting

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Every day Mammon brags about being your 'first man' to his brothers. Every day he gets jealous any of them sit next to you at dinner. One time, Levi accused him of being 'absolutely smitten' with you and like usual, Mammon started avoiding any eye contact, his body language turning more reserved while denying Levi's statement. At first it was sweet right? Having such an energetic, confident demon turn all shy the second it's clear he loves you. It honestly made you like him back more too. But, it's been years. Years of Mammon clearly having a crush on you to the point the average person passing by on the street could tell but denying it in the least subtle way possible. You know, maybe he doesn't want to commit to you. Is it because you're a human? Is Mammon afraid of what others may think of him when he starts dating a human?

You finally had enough during game night with Mammon, Levi and Beel. In the game you were playing, you needed to be in teams of two. Beel and Levi were one team, leaving you with Mammon. Levi was joking about how Mammon kept using every healing item he got on you, while Beel nodded silently in agreement Of course, the second brother made up a silly excuse like 'Mc has lower health' or 'it was an accident.' The more he kept fighting Levi on this, the more annoyed you got to the point of going to your room early this game night.

Of course Mammon went right after you, calling your name until you finally turned around. The confusion, anger and sadness in your expression was clear to him. Before he could ask what was going on, you kind of blurted out how awful you have grown to feel about his 'I don't love Mc' act. You told him to just drop the act if you're so enbarrassing to date and reject you properly. It would hurt, but not as bad as the constant denial. Like just be honest, Mammon!

Mammon however did not see this coming. He feels awful for making you feel this way, especially since he really didn't mean to. You must really hate him now, no way you'd agree to be his lover, right? He apologised to you. 'I, well, it's my own issue' he explained. It's not you he's ashamed of, it's his own way of acting. But now is not the time for shame, you want him to be honest.

Mammon confessed to you. It was not how he imagined it to be, over a candlelit dinner with roses, but in front of your bedroom door after a fight. 'I'm sorry I hurt you, Mc.. I'd still like a relationship, you know, if that's alright.' Clearly embarrassed and afraid, Mammon looked down at his shoes until you gently touched his arm. Despite everything, despite still being mad at him, you still love him back.

[the-kr8tor]

More twins recs!!! I definitely have baby fever 😭

The twins reacting to another baby sibling? Like you could take this as R finds out that she's pregnant again and doesn't know how to tell the twins so Hobie comforts her (or she doesnt know how to tell Hobie so the twins tell him!)

Or maybe the twins gently holding their baby sibling, talking to them, playing with them, maybe questioning why the baby isn't talking 😭

OR MAYBE R is quite heavily pregnant and the twins are hugging her stomach with their tiny little baby palms and talking to the baby and wondering why they can't see it 😭🥺 they're so sweet 🥹

I chose the last one! Hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Pregnant! Reader, dad! Hobie, Billie and Ramona AU, dad AU, fluff.

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“Why is she quiet all of a sudden?” Billie asks you, her cheek is smooshed atop your stomach, listening intently. Her smaller hand is splayed over it gently, rubbing oh so carefully at your swollen belly.

“Maybe she's sleepin’?” Mona pokes your side, gentle yet you still felt the tiny prod from her painted nail.

“Her?” Hobie pipes up from your side, arm slung over your shoulders, side eyeing his girls. Knee to knee, he scooches closer to you, chin resting on the crook of your neck, tickling you abit. “What if it's a boy?” He teases the girls, knowing that they really want a baby sister.

You and Hobie opted to not know the sex this time around, in a few weeks though when you're ready to pop, you'll all know whether you have another little girl or a baby boy in your arms. Billie and Mona aren't too happy at the decision because they want to know now. You teasingly told Hobie that they got their impatience from him.

They both make a face at their dad's comment. Noses scrunching, eyebrows adorably knitted together. Their expression reminds you of Hobie whenever you say no to him for a web-swinging date. (You always agree at the end though)

The telly is on, playing some old cartoon that you randomly put on. You both thought that the girls would be interested in the show but it's you and Hobie who's currently watching it. The girls are far too busy rubbing their little hands around your pregnant belly, giggling whenever they hear that whoosh and gurgling sound when the baby moves; and gawking at the indents when the baby kicks.

It's a quiet night in, snow slowly collects outside, dusting the windows in soft marshmallow like snow. The large quilt made by Ned rests at your legs, guitars and web designs are lovingly stitched on it. Hobie lifts it up on his side to get in, to which you happily share the warmth.

Comfy pjs on, the girls are extra bundled up, with their thick fluffy socks and colorful pajamas, they look properly happy whispering into your swollen belly. Hobie nudges you with his cold foot, you gasp lightly at the contact, Billie and Mona giggle from how your stomach moved while their heads were laid on top of it.

“Whee!” Billie jokes, hands raised like she's on a roller coaster. Mona follows suit, opening her mouth to act like she's screaming on the ride.

You chuckle at their silliness, both hands lovingly patting their heads. The baby seemed to like it too, they kicked right under your belly button, your little family saw their little foot rise up under your skin. Hobie's used to the sight, chortling at the alien-like movement, rubbing comfortably at your belly button to ease the ache. Billie and Mona on the other hand are perturbed at the sight.

“Eww!” They say simultaneously with an unsure laugh. Their heads lean away from your stomach like the baby is gonna reach for them and yank them both inside and back to where they came from.

“It's just like in alien! Where it bursted out of that astronaut's chest!” Billie says with a disgusted look.

“It's called a chest burster, Bee.” Her sister corrects her while you look at Hobie with a glare.

He moves away, hands on the side of his head in surrender. “I didn't know they watched it either!” Your scowl deepens, and he knows to not anger you, especially when you're heavily pregnant. “I swear, love, it ain't me!”

“Then who?”

Hobie shrugs then turns to the twins. “Mac and cheese, where'd you watch that flick?”

They share a look, wordlessly communicating. You sometimes swear they have telepathy, it's not that far fetched, seeing that their father can climb on walls and have the strength to carry a plane.

Turning to face you and Hobie, they have the straightest faces ever. The same face you only see when they're about to say something Hobie-like.

“We're not snitches.” Talking above the other, you facepalm with a groan. Hobie would laugh if not for the danger he's in right now. But he's 99% sure that it was James who let them watch it.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

ᴛᴡ: rough foot tickling, idk how to put warnings for this…? use of tools

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Hannah had spent the afternoon organizing the family attic, a task she had put off for far too long. Chan, her brother, had come home to Australia for a vacation, and she was eager to take a trip down memory lane. 

Dust motes danced in the beams of light streaming through the small window, and the scent of old books and forgotten memories surrounded her. 

As she rummaged through boxes filled with childhood trinkets, she stumbled upon a dusty old tape marked with her mother’s handwriting: Chan’s Baby Videos. Curiosity piqued, she grabbed a nearby VHS player and set it up, eager to find any embarrassing dirt on her brother. 

The screen flickered to life, and Hannah's heart swelled as the familiar sight of her younger self came into view. She was no older than five, her pigtails bouncing as she bounced around their living room, squealing with delight. 

The image of baby Channie appeared next, his chubby cheeks rosy and his big, innocent eyes wide with curiosity. “Hannah, don’t jump!” He looked frightened; treating his sister as if she was fragile and tiny. 

She remembered that day vividly; it had been a rainy afternoon, and their mother had decided to record the fun they were having indoors.

The footage showed Hannah crawling towards her brother, her giggles echoing in the room. “Look, Channie!” she exclaimed, her voice high-pitched and playful. “I’m gonna get you!” She lunged forward, and in an instant, the screen was filled with Chan's adorably surprised face as he let out a loud, gleeful squeal.

As Hannah watched, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. She could almost hear the laughter that had filled their home back then, the kind of laughter that could brighten the dreariest of days. 

On the tape, Hannah’s fingers wiggled towards Chan’s sides, and he immediately erupted into laughter, squirming helplessly as she tickled him, the air filled with an explosion of giggles that echoed throughout the room. 

Chan’s laughter was pure, unrestrained joy, a sound so infectious that it made Hannah smile even wider. He squirmed away, his little body wriggling helplessly as he shrieked “Nohohoho!! I cahahahan’t!!” He begged, his giggles spilling out uncontrollably. “HANNAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

The camera jostled slightly as their mother laughed softly in the background, clearly amused by the sight of her two children. “Come on, Chan, just a little more! You can’t escape forever!” Little Hannah exclaimed, her voice bubbling over with delight.

“MOHOHOHOHMMYYYY!! HELP!” Baby Chan shrieked, his voice a mix of giggles and desperation. “Hahahannnahhh!! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!” He was rolling on the floor now, trying to evade her grasp, but Hannah was relentless. She had a determined gleam in her eye as she honed in on her target.

The video cut to a close-up of Chan’s face, scrunched up in laughter as he shrieked in desperation, “I’m gonna die!” Every time Hannah’s fingers danced over his ribs or under his arms, he erupted in fits of laughter that made Present-day Hannah’s heart soar. There was something so pure and innocent about the moment—two siblings lost in a world of joy and laughter.

Little Hannah on the tape watched as Chan’s little hands flailed, trying to push her away, but failing miserably. She was relentless, chasing him around the room, her laughter mixing with his. “Please, Hannah! I can’t breathe!” Chan squealed, face turning red from giggles. “Ihit tickles!!”

The video continued, capturing the essence of their playful bond—silly faces, unexpected hugs, and the joy that comes from being utterly carefree. Each time she tickled him, Chan’s laughter rang out like music, creating a symphony of happiness. Their mother’s soft voice interjected at times, filled with warmth and encouragement. 

Baby Channie squealed, his younger sister pulling his feet towards her with a surprising amount of strength, and present-day Hannah giggled to herself, already knowing what was about to happen. 

She remembered how evil she could be when it came to tickling Chan’s feet. His soles were ridiculously sensitive, and back then, she’d discovered every trick to drive him absolutely crazy.

On the screen, Little Hannah finally made her move. Her fingers skittered over the arch of Chan’s foot, and the reaction was immediate. 

Baby Chan let out the most adorable, high-pitched squeal, his body jolting off the floor as his foot jerked wildly in her lap. His hands flailed, desperately trying to grab at anything to pull himself free, but Little Hannah held him firm, her fingers continuing their relentless assault on his soft, ticklish soles.

“NOOOOOO! H-HANNAH, STOP! AHAHAHAHA! NOT MY FEEEEET!” Chan’s voice broke into hysterical cackles, his laughter so loud and unfiltered that it echoed through the house. His body twisted and squirmed on the floor, his small frame unable to handle the sheer intensity of the tickles.

But Little Hannah was relentless. Her fingers danced over the sensitive skin, wiggling and scribbling across every inch of his foot—his arches, his heels, his toes—nothing was safe from her attack. Baby Chan’s face scrunched up adorably, his eyes squeezed shut as tears of laughter began to gather in the corners of his eyes.

Present-day Hannah couldn’t stop laughing as she watched. She had completely forgotten how adorable her brother had been—his little face twisted with laughter, his chubby cheeks flushed pink, and his squeals so high-pitched they barely sounded human. 

It was cuteness overload, and she felt a sudden surge of affection and what could only be described as cuteness aggression. She just wanted to pinch his cheeks and hug him for being so unbearably adorable.

But the best part was yet to come.

In the video, Little Hannah paused for a moment, letting her Channie catch his breath. He lay there panting, his chest heaving as he gulped in air, his body trembling from the overwhelming tickles. His foot twitched in her lap, still extra sensitive from the assault.

“You okay, Channie?” Hannah asked sweetly, tilting her head to the side as if she was genuinely concerned.

Baby Chan nodded weakly, too out of breath to speak. His face was flushed, and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead, but there was still that faint grin on his lips.

Little Hannah smiled sweetly again, her hands resting innocently on his foot, giving no indication of what was coming next. “Good, ‘cause I’m not done yet!”

With that, she reached off-camera and pulled out the ultimate weapon—a tiny, pink, plastic hairbrush.

Present-day Hannah’s jaw dropped as she saw it. ‘No way. Did I really use that?’ But there it was, the hairbrush clutched tightly in Baby Hannah’s hand as she held it up triumphantly, the bristles gleaming in the light.

Tiny Channie screamed, his voice hitting a new level of panic as he saw what was coming. He tried to yank his foot free, but Little Hannah tightened her grip, her evil grin growing wider. “Time to tickle his feets!” She squealed in happiness. 

“Just a little bit, Channie. It won’t hurt. It’ll just tickle sooo much~” Little Hannah teased, her voice dripping with playful malice.

Then she pressed the bristles of the hairbrush against his sole and began to scrub.

The result was instant. Baby Chan shrieked, a sound so high-pitched and adorable it made present-day Hannah burst into giggles. His laughter turned frantic, almost silent, as the hairbrush worked over his sensitive skin. His body convulsed, his hands slapping the floor as if trying to ground himself, but it was no use. The brush was too much.

“NONONONO!! PLEHEEEEHEHEASE!! HAHAHANNAH I CAHAHAHHAAN’T!!” Poor Channie wailed, his voice cracking with desperation. His toes curled and uncurled, trying in vain to escape the relentless bristles of the hairbrush. His face was a mess of tears and laughter, and his poor little body was shaking uncontrollably from the intensity of it all.

But Little Hannah didn’t let up. She giggled to herself, the brush moving faster as she scrubbed up and down his soles, delighting in the way her brother dissolved into helpless giggles beneath her.

“You’re so ticklish, Channie!” she teased, her voice light and airy as if she hadn’t just driven him to the brink of madness.

Eventually, Little Hannah slowed down, letting Channie gasp for air as he lay there, utterly spent. His laughter turned into breathless giggles, his body limp and trembling, his foot still twitching in her lap.

Present-day Hannah sighed contentedly, pausing the tape and letting the silence fill the room for a moment. ‘That was... so cute.’ Her heart swelled with affection, and she couldn’t stop smiling. 

Chan, her poor, ticklish older brother, had been the absolute cutest back then. She couldn’t believe how much fun she’d had torturing his tiny feet, and now, the urge to see if he was still that ticklish was too tempting to resist.

With a grin on her face, she dashed down the hallway, eager to test her theory. She found Chan sprawled out on the couch again, headphones in his ears, completely unaware of her approach. ‘Perfect’, she thought.

Without hesitation, she grabbed his ankle and yanked his foot into her lap.

“Hannah…” Chan warned. He had had his fair share of tickle fights with the kids, and he knew what was coming, trying to yank his foot back with a frustrated squeal as she began to scribble over it, and he clamped his lips shut, shaking his head as his cheeks turned bright red. 

“Oh, trying to hold back on me, are ya?” Hannah laughed, smiling at the way her brother kicked wildly but desperately shook his head. 

She inched her fingers to the inside of his feet. Chan’s words dissolved into instant laughter as her fingers dug into them, wiggling and scribbling in the exact spots she remembered from all those years ago. 

Déjà vu hit Channie like a freight train. 

His body jerked violently beneath her, but he was already trapped, unable to do anything but thrash helplessly as the tickling sent shockwaves of giggles bursting out of him. 

“NOHOHOHOO!! Nohohot agahahahahain!!” He squealed again, his laughter turning breathless as her fingers found their way to his arches, expertly scribbling and poking at his most sensitive spots.

But Hannah wasn’t about to stop. Not when she was having so much fun and definitely not when her older brother was reacting exactly the way he had when they were kids—squirming and squealing like a baby.

“You used to be so tiny!” Hannah giggled, her fingers dancing up his soles and to his heels, scribbling mercilessly. “And guess what? You’re still just as ticklish!”

Chan shrieked, his body convulsing as she hit his most sensitive spots. His face was already red from laughing so hard, and his legs kicked out behind him, but it was no use. Every time he tried to plead or beg, his words dissolved into incoherent giggles, just like when they were younger.

Hannah paused for a brief moment, letting him catch his breath. Chan lay limp beneath her, panting and gasping for air, his face flushed and his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to recover. For a moment, he thought it might be over. But then he heard her voice again, far too sweet to be trusted.

“Awwhh, Channie~” She cooed, “You look just like baby Chan from the video.”

Before he could even open his mouth to respond, her fingers were back, scribbling over his soles and arches with renewed vigor. Chan let out a strangled scream, his body jolting beneath her as his laughter exploded once again, uncontrollable and wild.

“N-NO!! AHAHAHA—HANNAH, STOP!! I-I CAN’T! AHAHAHA!!”

Chan was lost to his laughter, his body shaking with every touch, his breath coming in short gasps as he thrashed beneath her. He was completely at her mercy, just like in the old days, and the realization only made his giggles grow louder and more desperate.

“H-Hannah!” He sobbed through his laughter, his voice barely audible. “I-I’m DYHIHIHIHING! AHAHAHA—PLEASE!”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” Hannah scoffed. “You’re not dying…but you look really close to being dead, so I’ll continue this later…”

After what felt like an eternity to Chan, she finally eased up, giving him one last, merciful break. Chan collapsed beneath her, panting heavily, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. His face was flushed, his eyes squeezed shut, and his entire body was trembling from the relentless tickling.

Hannah slid off his back and sat beside him, grinning down at the exhausted mess he’d become. Chan’s eyes fluttered open, still glazed with leftover giggles, and his cheeks were stained with tears of laughter.

“You...you’re evil…” He panted, his voice hoarse and weak from laughing so hard.

Hannah just smirked, leaning down to ruffle his damp hair. “Maybe. But you’re still just as cute as you were back then.”

Chan groaned, too exhausted to argue. His cheeks were flushed red, his tired eyes barely open, and a tired grin tugged at his lips. He looked up at her, his expression a mix of defeat and affection, and Hannah couldn’t help but feel a surge of fondness.

“You’re the worst…” He muttered, but the smile on his face gave him away.

“And you’re still my favorite tickle victim~” she teased, poking his side gently. Chan flinched but didn’t fight back this time, too worn out from the ordeal.

“I’m never letting you near those old tapes again.” He grumbled, closing his eyes with a soft huff.

Hannah just laughed. “We’ll see about that, Channie.”

[funera1pyre]

hello there! I don't know if you take requests or not, but I'm here to tell you that I love your writing and your "iii is fuming..." fic is one of my favorites 😁 I would really love to hear your take on the NSFW ABC's for iii if that's something you're interested in. thank you very much for your time! 💖

im so glad you liked it, anon 🥺

iii nsfw alphabet!! 💜

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i think iii crashes pretty fast (he cant help it) but just as he takes care of you, he expects it in return. if he has enough energy he loves taking a bath/shower with you afterwards

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

iii loves his hands and his neck. once again big hands make brain go brrr he loves holding your small hands/linking pinkies and loves when you choke him 🤭🤭

his favorite on his partner is their hips and thighs. LOVES LOVES squeezing your thighs and gripping your hips when he rails you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves cumming on your thighs and stomach. thinks you look so pretty 🥹

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

likes crossdressing and wearing skirts/fishnets 🙃 loves when you call him pretty and likes being called babygirl

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

iii has had a few partners in the past and definitely knows what he’s doing. your relationship is the first one where he’s really started to come out of his shell and be more submissive, though

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

LOVES when you ride him. especially in reverse cowgirl cuz he loves your ass

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

it’s iii, of course he’s silly during sex. he can definitely be more on the serious side but its just in his nature to crack jokes

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

def hates having too much hair down there so he keeps it trimmed shortly

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

iii always makes sure you are feeling good and always puts your pleasure above his. he can be super cheesy and romantic but more often than not he’s caught up in the moment and just wants to make you cum

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

okay hear me out. he jacks off alot. especially when he’s away on tour, he’s so pent up from being away from you he has to call you so he can cum for you ☹️

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

CROSSDRESSING!!!! LOVES dressing pretty for you. omg suck him off while he’s wearing a skirt he will go crazy. HUGE EXHIBITIONIST. loves being choked. loves being overstimulated. 100% gets off on eating you out. big masochist and i’ll die on that hill

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

iii loves fucking you in risky places and thrives on the adrenaline it gives him. takes you on the couch more often than the bed

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

being bossed around and called cute names ☹️ eating you out, when you touch his neck

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he cannot be a hard/rough dominant. even when he’s in the more dominant role, he’s more of a pleasure top. he’s never felt comfortable in the role

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

highly prefers giving to receiving. this man will get off on eating you out and will hump the bed til he cums in his pants 🤭 will 100% eat you out when you’re on your period im sorry i dont make the rules

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

def more fast and rough, he gets so caught up in how beautiful you are and how good you feel sometimes he needs to catch himself ☹️

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

iii THRIVES on quickies. they are his absolute favorite especially in public where the two of you can get caught

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

^^ YUPPP. he is the biggest exhibitionist + will also try anything with you

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i think iii cums pretty fast especially when his kinks are being put into play, but he likes to make you cum multiple times before he does. usually goes for one round because he knocks out afterwards

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

loves toys and likes to be blindfolded + to cuff you and be cuffed

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

big tease ☹️ also loves being teased himself. rub your ass against his dick when you walk by and he will go CRAZY. takes it as an invitation to tease you until one of you caves in

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

very very vocal when he’s subby. whining and whimpering ☹️💔

“am i doing good baby?” “that feel good?” “love how you taste baby”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

secretly fantasizes about one of the boys walking in on the two of you and joining 🫣

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i think he has a few tattoos and likes to wear silly underwear like with cats and stuff 💔

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

bro is horny all the time 😭 literally will have sex with you any time any where just ask.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

usually is knocked out pretty fast. tries to keep himself awake as much as he can to make sure you’re okay

[gingerjunhan]

haii how r u doing 💟 can i request xdh with a doe-eyed s/o ? kinda craving some whipped bf content 🙏 tyy

☆彡 hi anon!! Hope you're doing well. Sorry it took me 5ever to get around to your request :( I hope you enjoy!!!

word count: 844 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: pet names (pretty, beautiful, baby), dying (mentioned jokingly), lmk if I missed something!!

goo gunil

Gunil falls victim to the doe eyes the most

maybe it's the fact that he's the oldest, and therefore he feels the need to take care of the people around him?

or maybe it's because you have that man wrapped round your finger

you could be asking this man for one of his kidneys and he would probably still say yes

there's just something about your eyes and the way they shine up at him that make him bend to your whim at literally all times

and if you're someone who wears makeup... it's over

pair some sparkly eyeshadow with your pretty eyes and he melts into the floor

it truly is the sparkle that gets him

he never gets used to it despite it being the oldest trick in your book

but hey, he loves making you happy, so he really doesn't mind :)

kim jungsu

Jungsu strikes me as a big "personality > looks" guy (which he is so real for)

but there's something about your eyes...

he can't help but feel drawn in every time he looks at you

they're one of the first things he noticed about you in all honesty

it sounds cheesy, but he could get lost in your eyes if he was given the chance

they way they're always so big and bright... they're like gemstones to him

he's another one that isn't prone to The Look™️

if you really want something, you're getting it

he can't say no to his precious partner :(

smiling brings out the sparkle in your eye, so he's gotta keep you happy so he can keep admiring you

kwak jiseok

he finds you mesmerizing

often stares at you in a silly way just to get you to do it back

your eyes are just so big and beautiful!

he comments on them aaalllllll the time

he hates- absolutely despises- seeing you sad

the second your big, beautiful eyes start to droop, he’s scrambling to make you feel better

the way your eyes crinkle up when you laugh :(

needless to say he cannot resist the begging

when you look up (or down, let’s be so fr) at him, and your eyes sparkle with happiness and he knows he’s the one who caused it UGHHH

it melts him into a puddle every. single. time.

they way your eyes somehow light up and get even wider when you talk about the things you love???

he swears it’s the eighth wonder of the world

oh seungmin

he is whipped

like,, he probably beats out Gunil because this man is down bad

if he sends you a selfie during the day, and you respond with one of your own, he will be mesmerized

cameras don't do you justice because they can't convey the beauty as well

he has definitely gotten distracted in the middle of doing something just because you came in the room and looked at him

stopping mid-sentence and trailing off because you gave him a pouty look and he couldn't take it

he is at your whim

just look his way and he will tend to your every need, hand and foot

he loves the ego boost of when your eyes sparkle while you're talking to him or checking him out from a distance

hit him with a soft "please, baby? 🥺" mixed with your beautiful eyes and he is done for

han hyeongjun

he strikes me as another huge "personality > looks" guy (they all give me that vibe tbh lets be so fr) so when he sees your pretty eyes he feels like he's falling in love all over again

if you laugh and your eyes light up? he dies

you talk about one of your passions and your eyes get even wider? it truly kills him

please please please bat your lashes at him when you need him to do something for you omg he literally cannot resist

he is blushing and smiling and UUUGGGHHH

he gets so shy :(

he will go out if his way to mention something you like in a conversation that has nothing to do with that topic just to see your eyes light up

The Look™️ definitely works on him 99% of the time too

no "please" required, just give him the puppy-eyes and it's over

he just loves his pretty partner and their pretty eyes :((

lee jooyeon

this goes one of two ways

the least common way: you give him your signature puppy-eyes look because you need him to do you a favor, and he mimics your face and says no

the most common way: he folds immedietly

he knows you use your eyes for evil... but he can't help it

when they're the prettiest color he's ever seen... how can he say no to you???

he loves loves loves how your eyes look when you wear eyeshadow

the colors you use always make your eyes pop- accentuating how beautiful they are :(

KISSES YOUR EYELIDS ☹️

he is so sweet and gentile with you because he loves you so so so so much and he will do ANYTHING to see those pretty eyes of yours sparkle!!!!!!!!!!

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , @odesonnets , @weluvjeong , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

[saturnskyline]

not sure if this has been done before... but seeing as the brainrot never ceases, i'm making a list of the similarities i've noticed between win and payu 🙃 if you can think of others lmk bc i'm honestly having a blast here hehe

(alas i do not know how to make gifs, so enjoy some silly screenshots instead!)

1. updo good

(say what you want but they pull it off idk)

2. hair down even better <3

(just my opinion but i am right. also look how soft they are 🥺)

3. whatever this is

(not the best screenshots but you see the vision right. they r scheming)

4. that lil strand of hair

(the definition of true mental instability)

5. the turned-on face :]

(important: both after being slightly manhandled 🥰)

6. encourage bf in school

(tbh payu did not do this a lot onscreen but still lol)

7. ride in the rain to help bf :(

(oddly specific angst genre but good for them i guess)

8. unfortunate singing hours

(worst thing here is the drastically different vibes ngl 😭)

9. beach fit immaculate

(and the matching adoration in their eyes.. sob)

10. carry bf at the beach

(they would die if they didn't do this btw)

anyway that's all i've got for now :D stay tuned for more Bisexual Biker Boy™ nonsense, probably

[prettypei]

plot: Disney movies…but you guys are the mc and love interest; fluff!

reader: fem! Reader, Black! Fem! In nanami’s part

characters: gojo (x elsa reader), yuji (x rapunzel reader), yuuta (x belle Reader), nanami (x tiana reader)

warnings: just me and my weird ass mind, mention of killings

(a/n): THIS IS HOW THE JJK FANDOM COPES WITH SHIBUYA. Some of these apply to the princess canon storyline, some of these do not 👍

✰GOJO

I kinda see a enemies to lovers with him tbh

like he would be so mad that he can’t make snow

and you would be mad that he has infinity so you can’t attack him

basically you n him met bc he was sent to your ice castle to attack you cuz you were causing arendelle a lot of problems… and the village was really mad at you so they called the higher ups to send gojo over

and gojo was shopping and everything in arendelle ☠️☠️ and he met a lotta children there so he asked them if they were close with you and they replied yeah so he told them what you’d done and the children were like “no!!, (name) would never do that :((“ and that made him guilty for slacking off so off he went!

he’s not too worried about you so he walked up the mountain, he didn’t wanna teleport cuz he just wanted to take the longest time possible (he’s mean that way)

Gojo also meets Olaf on the way and they have the STUPIDIEST CONVOS EVER.

anws he pulls up to see your castle and he’s like “woah who’s sweet crib danggg”

and then he breaks down the ice door with red

and then he screams “where the baddies at?”

you rush out to see a weird ass man holding Olaf in his hands

so you’re pretty sure this man has kidnapped Olaf

you shoot icicles at him, he dodges

and this continues for an hour or so, until you’re tired so you just ask him to leave

but then he’s like “teach me to make ice girl”

and you (try) to teach him, but you just wanted to make him look stupid and you just laugh at him

gojos heart skips a beat when you laugh…IS THIS A CRUSH??!!!!!! 🐺‼️‼️🤐🗣️🗣️

you guys sit down and talk a lil

and he learns that you were treated as a prodigy as a child and he’s like “girl…me too!!!!”

you two really connect…and then Gojo remembers why he’s here ☠️

he explains the whole “everlasting snow” thig and you feel super guilty

so he teleports with you… as he holds you in his hands bridal style 🤫

you both arrive and the snow has cleared due to “Gojo healing a broken heart 🥺🥺🥺” corny!!!! You two get married Happy Ending

✰YUJI

you guys would be sunshine x sunshine ☹️☹️

ITS SO ADORABLE

Anws y’all met when yuji was like bored after a mission and wandering around the forest where the mission happened

then he feels a HUGE amount of cursed energy behind some vines

he then goes through them to find you tower and he’s awestruck cuz the cursed energy is OVERFLOWING.

and basically he tries to run up the tower??? But he can’t he’s so stupid n silly

and you hear this goofy mf trying and you thought it was mother gothel so you let you hair down

and YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES????

HE PUTS IT IN HIS MOUTH. AND HE LICKS IT.

you’re extremely grossed out…but eventually he finds out that “oh wait I have to climb the hair”

so then he goes up and he’s knocked out by a pan 😭

he wakes up to find himself tied in hair and he tries to punch though the hair or cut it but it’s too tight

you interrogate him and he explains that he just felt a lotta cursed energy and he thought it was a monster, he then asks if it was because of your stress or sth

you admit that you were under a lot of pressure due to mother gothel always locking you in

he sees a couple curses spawning from this and he points this out, saying that you could just leave if you wanted to

But you say that it’s your mom and he replies with “family wouldn’t control you like that”

man’s then you do the scene where he promises to take you to see the lights blah blah blah

and he acts the boat scene 🥺 ITS SO CUTE

it was at that moment when he realized he’d fallen for u

✰YUUTA

I think that yuuta is kinda like the beast cuz he’s got Rika right? And he’s actually just a nice lil guy BEHIND the monster

anyways when you stumbled upon his lil castle and oooo Rika was REAL mad

she literally k!lls everyone who gets close to “her prince”

which causes yuuta to isolate him from the world cuz he doesn’t want to hurt anyone anymore

but that just caused Rika to get stronger due to his depressive state

anws Rika kidnapped your dad cuz he plucked one of the roses in yuutas garden

and you are here to save him!!!!

you and yuuta communicate through Rika cuz she doesn’t want you “to fall for him”

and she only lets you stay cuz yuuta commanded her not to hurt you and she then tells yuuta about kidnapping your dad

so he asks you to stay to “heal his heart” and he’ll let your dad go

and you agree. For your dear ol pa

you”re exploring the palace and you see a garden with a rose in it and you try to touch it but oh looky here! Rika tries to kill you again for touching it!

you learn from the pots and pans that yuuta’s room is right across yours so you slip letters under his door day and night

and slowly he starts getting better and he passes notes with you as the days go by (Rika doesn’t know ofc. Or she’d be PISSED.)

BUT THEN YOUR DEAR OL PA BRINGS THE WHOLE VILLAGE WITH HIM TO KILL YUUTA 😡😡

and then Rika goes all ape shit and tries to kill everyone from the village

and then yuuta comes out of his room to stop her

and then he kisses you and Rika vanishes :3 yay

happily ever after

✰NANAMI

I like this ship actually

nanami’s abroad to exorcise cursed spirits and he meets YOU. At a restaurant as a waitress

and he doesn’t think of ya much at first but your charming smile and dimples… MAN HES WHIPPED. (I am too) 🤧🤧

and you’re really nice too cuz you are a really good cook and you wanna serve him some of your own recipes in secret (cuz your boss would flip)

and he THINKS ITS SO GOOD!!!!! He actually wants more but he’s a lil shy

anyways you two meet again…but this time nanami’s a frog. He wasn’t careful enough and got turned into one by a cursed technique

and he’s frantic, asking you to kiss him cuz he thought that he could just be kissed by a random person and turn back…and then you turn into a frog :)

he has to get kissed by a princess btw

and you two find mama odie and act out your lil love story as frogs <3 and you stay like that forever

jk, you turn back to human as he kisses you at midnight

and you get to have your own restaurant and he’s so supportive of you!!!!!

But you sometimes overwork yourself a little and he doesn’t want that (even though he sometimes does it too) so you two try to spend more of your time together and it works!

he actually quits the jujutsu world cuz of you. he doesn’t want to get hurt and to see you get sad 😭

[sunsetsandsunshine]

If me and my mutual’s were the Spider-gang…

❤️EMERY AS MILES MORALES🖤 @sunsetsandsunshine

Y’ALL ALREADY KNOOOOWWWW 💘💞💖💕💗💓

Artist of the group

My Dad is a police officer AND detective sooooooo…

He has done the “You gotta say I love you back” thing to me multiple times…

Fucking loves having friends and talking to people

COMIC BOOKS ARE LIFE‼️ COMIC BOOKS ARE LOVE‼️

Keeping the collectibles I N S I D E of the box!!! IT STAYS NICE AND FRESH THAT WAY— LIKE PRODUCE YK???!!!

Tries to be quote on quote “cooler” in front of others…

Newsflash? It never works

💝 Family lover all the way 💝

Music is LIFE 🎶🎤🎵🎼…idfk what we’d do without it…

A collector of many random things— rocks, toys, bracelets you NAME it

Hyperactive as HELL

Has a hard time accepting loss

“NAH” “🫠” “UHM…” “AAAAAAAAHHHHH”

A sketchbook for literally every season

When it comes to friendships, I will try everything in my power to maintain it and try to keep it going but once I’m done? I’m done 🫶🏾

A singer 😩🤚🏾

Physical affection 🫣💕💓

Apologies WAAAAAAY too fucking much

H A P P Y. S T I M S.

Suppressed anger issues

Knows way too many people both online and irl

Becomes a whole different person when angry 🥸👍🏾

Beatboxes and raps horribly

Basically Miles is me and I’m Miles ❤️🖤

🤍JOJO AS GWEN STACY🩵 @shut-up-jo

Cool af legit why the hell are you friends with me man—

Musician of the group 🪗🎷🎻🎺🎹🥁🎸

Shows up to your house without warning like you owe her money

In a band (most def)

Says the most DIABOLICAL and out of pocket shit known to MAN

🔥 Would burn down the kitchen if she ever cooked 🔥

Listens to Billy Joel 😌

POPULAR AF

Short af too 🤪🫶🏼

BAD PICK-UP LINES…

Would be cancelled if any of her texts got leaked

“DIE” “KYS” “CHOKE” “STFU”

Had the WORST 2020 phase (I’m sorry ilysm please don’t kill me 🙏🏼)

AOT lover (as you fucking should )

Honesty is the best policy 💋

Changes her voice depending on who she’s talking to

Has the most fucking unhinged and cursed FYP page

Doesn’t matter what social media app…it’s just straight up CURSED

Gives the best advice like oml

Could host a TED-talk but would there’s a 99.9% she would get cancelled

Needs to take a flipping BREAK 💕

Could make a TV show with her life (with like a million specials and crossovers)

Licks the powder off the Doritos and/or Taki’s and puts them back in the bag 😶…

Has burned Barbie’s before

Unironically sings 'Dance Monkey' just because

Your so so silly I love you so much 🤍🩵

💛SANA AS PAVITIR🩷 @itzsana-kiddingmenow

If sunshine were a person 🌞

Has a really toxic fanbase…

✨Anxiety✨

The best cook out of all 4 of us probably

“🥺” “GRRRRRRR” “🙈” “NAUUUR”

Calls people adorable, cute etc but can’t handle when people say that to her 🥹💓

Your adorable btw ☺️

When she’s mad she doesn’t cuss that much but most def just says big words

#TOXICFRIENDSGANG

Takes selfies like every single second 📱

Has Snapchat probably

Has listened to JoJo Siwa’s Karma WAAAAY too many times…

Would fold like a lawn chair if poked in the side 💕

FANGIRL

✨ Bilingual queen ✨

Sobbed for DAYS when MatPat dropped his departure video…

Is way too fucking smart 😉

Has the Ultimate Alpha Sigma Gyatt Rizz but doesn’t know it quite yet 👁️🫦👁️

A tea lover ☕️🍵

Would go to antique stores with people to just look at things and then end up buying the whole ass store

Does cartwheels for funsies

Overthinker ☹️

Could solo Bakugou and win

Is going to be a menace one she learns how to drive

Needs more sleep frfr

My lil sugar cream puff over here you guys 💛🩷

💙ZEEZIE AS HOBIE BROWN❤️ @ziipzeepzop-eez

101% effort in E V E R Y T H I N G

Side-eyes 🤨

Has more rizz than the whole Earth population combined

“FW” “THAT’S RACIST” “TWWINNNN” “YUUURR”

EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS

Did I say emojis?

Comes up with the most cutest freaking nicknames for people 🥹💕🩷☹️💓✨

TAKE A BREAK 😡😡😡

Can most definitely win a dance battle against anyone but acts like she can’t

Dad jokes 🫶🏽

Uses finger guns unironically (through text and in person) 👉🏽👉🏽

Could make a diss-track about so many people 🫢…

Would have a million cats if she could

Probably had a Gacha Life phase

Would go to a movie theater just to watch cat videos on the big screen

Popular af 💕

Friends with legit everyone 🙏🏽

Would actually murder a man if they hurt one of her friends

Has watched Coraline and The Nightmare Before Christmas soooooo many damn times

Guillmero Del Toro’s Pinocchio made her ugly cry (Same here 🫠)

Could solo everyone here on Tumblr easily 👁️👄👁️

Hates Twitter/X but only has it for the ✨drama✨

FAIRY LIIIGHTS

Is most def someone’s opp ☺️

Can multi-task like crazy

So cool and dazzling and aahhhfhfhds 💙❤️

(If any of this makes any of you guys uncomfy just DM me and I can erase it 🫶🏾)

[thehistoriangirl]

my mexican twin.... I DEMAND MORE LATINX READER X VIKTOR!! (politely) i think its just fun to see representation even in lil silly fics hehe

TWINSIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I SUMMON YOU!!!!!

For now I have some headcanons I would love to write into fics but I haven't had the inspiration to do it as prettily as I wish to 😭😭 I hope you like them 💛💛💛

Okay so the headcanons:

Viktor x Latinx gn!Reader (SFW)

TW: These are Mexican-related (bc I'm Mexican lol), but some can apply to different Latin cultures! :3

He DEFS gains a few pounds once you two start dating

Like either because YOU feed him (sometimes against his will bc he's """soooooo busy""" (shoving him a torta de milanesa during his lunchtime)

Or because YOUR FAMILY feeds him once you present him over. Imagine your cool grandma/cool aunt inspecting it with 😱😱😱😱 faces because MY MAN IS SO SCRUNKLY. It's a family's duty to up some pounds on those bones

And he enjoys to be being pampered you know, I imagine him like the classic "Oh but I'm full already 🥺" when you put another bowl full of pozole in front of him, and then he says he's only eating it for peer pressure around the table--but that's. a LIE!!!!

Yall can't tell me he doesn't get a round bump after a particularly yummy party. He's like starting to doze off on the table like a baby after eating his fourth tamal during your cousin's XV años.

Even if at night he's like 🥺🥺🥺 "my love my tummy hurts" (for the spice, idk why i headcanon he can get gastritis really easily lkfhjdklfjf) and here it goes the milk remedy winkwink

Also pan de dulce 👀👀👀 he falls in love with pan de dulce istg, and he can eat it with milk????? sign him the fuck up. The same with pastel de tres leches

Also he starts to mumble songs in bad Spanish--an idea @apuwu had talked with me over Discord before JKDJHDFJKFJH. My man is just vibing without knowing the grisly lyrics behind a seemingly happy tune

But you prefer not to tell him because he just looks so adorable mumbling it mindlessly while working <3333

He doesn't dance much bc his legs hurt if he keeps putting pressure on it during too long, but you can definitely coarse him into dancing one or two.

Otherwise he just likes to watch you dance, even if you don't really know how to/are a lil bit clumsy. You look very happy dancing with your family/friends that he gets smitten all over again

He's kinda scarred for life once he saw kids breaking a piñata during one of your nephews' birthdays & un bolo during a baptism (where the hosts throw money so the guests could pick it up) (iykyk)

He started to watch telenovelas by mistake. Like maybe you were watching one or just putting it like white background noise while doing something else.

And at first he was like 🙄🙄🙄 "if the characters would do X thing or Z, this problem would be easily resolved/this problem wouldn't exist", and you tell him that it is for the 💥d r a m a💥

As it happened to the best of us when you're hanging out in the living room and your mom is watching a telenovela---Viktor just gets HOOKED. He doesn't know when it happened or how but he is invested

Sometimes you arrive home from a date with your friends and find Viktor and Jayce watching a telenovela on the couch

[For context, in my lil derange mind, in a contemporary AU Jayce is Latino. No i will not elaborate thank you]

He helps you make the Día de Muertos ofrenda <3333 he just loves to gets all craftsty and he's so interested about the concept that he even brings a photos of his passed family members. May even cook something they liked to put it in there alongisde yours :3

For now that's all! I hope to make some short fics with these soon! Like during Independence's Day KDJFDJKFJHF <3

[beefrobeefcal]

BB, I am on death's doorstep over this man's tummy in that visibly too-small tac vest. Look at it. LOOK AT THAT SQUISHY BELLY! 😭💀

So this got me thinking...what if Mouse comes across the tac vest one day while she and Frankie are in the middle of a decluttering weekend? She stashes it away for safekeeping with a mischievous smirk.

Later that night, after Frankie's had his fill of their favorite takeout, Mouse brings out the vest and asks him to try it on. "Please, Frankie Baby? I wanna see how it looks on you. 🥺"

Frankie looks reluctant...the vest was already on the snug side the last time he wore it in Colombia, and he's grown in more ways than one since that dark time. And Mouse? Well, Mouse KNOWS the vest isn't gonna fit. She's not even sure it's gonna close over his round belly...especially with all the indulging he did at dinner.

But sweet baby Frankie is not one to deny his Mouse anything. Right, BB??

Lovey - you know I got you!

HELL YEAH. YES. WE NEED TO SEE IT ON HIM. and we get out wish.

Smuttiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Frankie Takes a Trip Down Memory Lane

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: Mouse finds some old relics and Frankie puts on a show.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 3,722

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, weight talk, food talk, belly worship, bely rubs, size kink, unprotected p in the v sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy, kids!), v-fingering, dirty talk, the usual Frankie & Mouse shenanigans

Author's Notes: Thank you @thehalflifeofloveisforever - not only did you gift the amazing art of Frankie, you also stuck it out at the first beefro @ the Movies and listened to my unhinged thirsting for Frankie on screen. Thank you for being a Friendo and this one is for you!

And thanks to my lovely Beta Fish @neverwheremoonchild for doing what they do best 💜

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When you and Frankie moved in together, you’d rented a storage locker for all you stuff that didn’t quite fit in your first apartment. But even after moving into your house, neither of you really gave that storage locker much thought outside of grabbing the Christmas decorations each late fall and retiring them in January.

But you’d had enough of that monthly charge on your credit card getting a little higher over time and that was why you were now sitting on a box, sorting through your and Frankie’s separate histories. Frankie was at work, and you’d agreed to not dispose of his stuff – just to bring it home and let him deal with it - you’d managed to sift and sort through all of your boxes, filling up the back of the rented cube van. There was one thing left in the locker and it was a large, metal chest containing Frankie’s military gear.

He hadn’t hidden his past from you and had even shown you what he had in the chest when it was being stored. You opened it and pulled some of the clothing and gear out, smiling at how small it looked. The clothing and gear were from when Frankie was a much, much thinner man, easily less than half his current size. You then pulled an envelope out and opened it, revealing some pictures of Frankie with Santi, Will and Benny. Even though you knew it was him, it still didn’t feel real that the lanky, broad shouldered, baby face smiling in the photographs was now the big bellied, sweet, chubby Frankie that you loved so much.

A devious grin crossed your face as a thought entered your mind. The clothing and gear in the chest would have been bigger on you, but you were absolutely certain that Frankie would be hard pressed to even get the vest around his chest, let alone his belly…

*****

Frankie stood up from the table after devouring his dinner. His stomach was big and round, projecting out and side to side and he huffed as he stood to his full height with his back arched to accommodate the weight he’d packed into himself.

“You ate well…”, you cooed, patting his belly.

He’d been eating really well as of late, his tummy becoming more prominent. He also now needed bigger portions to get full, and you had been more than happy to oblige him. He’d told you last week that he’d had to size up his coveralls again, and when you asked him to bring home his old ones and show you, the sight of him standing before you with his empty belly and chubby love handles stopping the zipper from closing left you a whining mess, begging him to fuck you.

“Yeah… getting pretty big.”, he smiled back, slapping his belly. The dull thud noise it made from being so full was music to your ears. But it did give you pause.

He’d mentioned a few times how big he felt, how big he was getting, and you weren’t sure if this was still what he wanted. He never expressed frustration or discomfort, but there was an air of something in his comments.

“You still happy?”, you asked softly, your hand sliding down and rubbing his underbelly, feeling how heavy his tummy was. “Still happy with this belly?”

He looked at you, his hand finding yours, and nodded with a little bit of nervousness. “Yeah… think I’m where I wanna be… here… not any bigger though; it’s getting kinda hard working on big rigs when I’m just as… big.”, he chuckled at his last statement, then his voice went quiet. “Is that… okay?”

“Yeah, honey… totally fine.”, you smiled, standing on your tip toes and kissing him. “I love you and want you to be happy… and if that means this – “, you said giving his belly a squeeze. “- stays like this? I’m happy.”

He kissed you back sweetly and moved to the couch while you cleaned up after dinner.

*****

After the final pan was washed, dried and put away, you walked into the den to find Frankie laid back and snacking on some snack cakes that you didn’t even realize he’d grabbed enroute to the couch.

His eyes turned to you, and a bashful grin appeared on his face as he swallowed.

“Hey princess… just having a snack.”

You huffed a laugh and walked up to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead and rubbing his belly. Even as he was laid down, his tummy felt firm and full under a layer of softness, and it protruded up from his body.

He hummed in contentment as his hand interlaced his fingers with yours, pulling your hand to his mouth and kissing it.

He looked up at you and smiled. “I meant to ask: how’d you fare with the storage locker?“

“Oh, it’s done. I conquered that shit like a pro.” You gave him your best Rosie the Riveter pose.

“Hey! Good girl!” Frankie beamed up at you. “And my stuff?”

“All your stuff remained intact and it’s in the garage…”, you stated, then your voice dipped into a low, sultry tone as your fingers walked up his hefty tummy.  “… except a few things I brought inside… for you to try… on.”

“Oh?” His eyebrows raised and he lowered the footrest. He huffed as he sat up and his belly pushed his thighs open, and he leaned forward, hands on his knees.

“What you got for me, princess?”

“Just stay there… I’ll be right back.”, you chirped as you skipped down the hallway to your bedroom.

When you emerged back in the den, Frankie looked up and his jaw dropped. There you were, in the black bra and pantie lingerie set he’d picked up for your last birthday, your platform heeled combat boots and his tactical vest.

“Oh fuck…”, Frankie groaned, reaching under his belly and palming his crotch. “You know what you’re doing, princess?”

“You like it?”, you tried your hand a pin up pose.

He held his hand out to you. “Come here, princess.”

You grinned wryly at him and took a step back.

He shook his head, keeping firm eye contact, and he growled, “No… don’t you dare. You wanna dress like a soldier, princess, you take orders like one.”

You eyed him again, gauging if it would be worth it for you to make him chase you. He narrowed his eyes at you, and leaned forward a bit further, like he was readying himself to get up.

“Don’t do it, princess. Get over here and fall in fucking line. Now.”

“Sir. Yes, sir.”, you purred as you walked towards him, swaying your hips, and took his hand.

Frankie smugly grinned and tugged you on him; you squeaked and hitched your knee on the arm rest and stood, straddling his thigh.

“Good girl…”, he crooned as his hand not holding yours reached between your legs and stroked your clothed folds, and you sucked in a breath.

 “You look good in my vest, princess… it’s a little big on you, but you look fucking hot…”

“Want you to put it on… wanna see it on you… please Frankie…”, you whined, rocking your hips against his hand.

He huffed a chuckle and smiled. “Mouse baby, you’ve ensured I can’t fit into anything I wore last year, let alone shit I wore in the military.”

“I know… that’s the point.”, you panted, wrapping your hand around the wrist of the hand between your thighs. “Wanna see you try… wanna see all my hard work… please, Frankie baby.”

Frankie’s face slacked and he let out soft groan at your words and your palm coming down to the front of his full belly and firmly patting and caressing him.  

“There were pictures in with your tac vest, Frankie… you were so skinny… but look at you now… you got big, baby… twice the man you used to be… eating well… getting big… getting round… making your belly heavy and full… look so good like this… but I gotta see it, baby… gotta see you get this vest on you…”

His hazy eyes looked at you as he panted slightly. He nodded dumbly, licked his lips, and hoarsely replied, “Yeah, princess… that what you want?”

You nod and grin mischievously. “Yeah, baby… wanna see you in this – “, you shimmied your chest to highlight the vest, “- so we can have a comparison.”

A smile crept across Frankie’s face; he gently pushed you back and hoisted himself off the couch and stood up. Even with the platform combat boots, he stood a head above you.  

He hooked his fingers in the arm holes of the vest and pulled you towards him slowly.

“Looks like it might be a little small, princess.”, he grinned. “Anything you want me to try and get on with it?”

Your hand snakes down his front and you gently gripped his almost-hard cock through his jeans. “It’s laid out in the bedroom for you…”

You tugged his cock and he grunted. “Don’t tease… Gimme the vest, Mouse…”

You let go of him and undid the vest, removed it and handed it to him. He watched your every move and made a low whistle at you standing before him in nothing but your lace lingerie and boots.

He took one last look then walked down the hall to your bedroom.

*****

You sat on the couch, curled up in the corner where Frankie previously sat, playing on your phone while you waited for Frankie. You heard some grunting and swearing coming from your bedroom, and you looked up, trying to see down the hallway.

“You need help, honey?”, you called out.

“Close your eyes, princess!”, he called back.

You did as requested, and you heard the bedroom door open, then heard Frankie lumber down the hallway towards you.

You knew he stood in front of you, not only from his footsteps creaking the floor, but you also could hear the fabric he was wearing creaking and stretching over his body.

He was breathing heavier, like getting the clothing on was strenuous but you could hear his smile when he spoke next, his voice deep.

“Open your eyes, princess.”

The sight before you was everything you had hoped it would be. Frankie stood with his legs wide, as if standing at ease, his cargo khaki pants pulled up but tight on his thighs and undone, and his faded red t-shirt pulled tight across his chest and shoulders and unable to go down any further than that. His round, fully belly prominently sticking out, preventing both the shirt and pants from being able to meet and sit where intended. His old Standard Oil trucker hat was on his head with his aviator sunglasses on his face.

You noted the tac vest was not on him but hanging at his side. He saw you look at it and he sucked in a breath and held it up in one hand as his other slapped his belly.

“The vest ain’t gonna fit, princess… sorry baby… you fed me way too good.”, he chuckled as you got up from the couch and walked towards him.

“I’ll help.”, you cooed, taking the vest from him as you both had stupid grins on your faces.

You helped him get the over his head and one arm through, but getting the side done up was a struggle.

“Frankie… did this ever fit you?”, you giggled as you tried to tug the sides together.

“Well… ooof! … yeah… but the last time I tried when we moved in together, it was – hmph! – getting a bit tight…”, he grunted as he tried to suck in his belly to to avail, then he laughed, and his tummy bounced. “Look what you’ve done to me!”

Your giggles continued as you finally got one of the clips to close, right under his armpit.

“Hey! We got one!”, you chirped, and Frankie laughed.

“Jesus, it’s tight!”, he huffed out with a smile.

You stood back and took in all that was Frankie. “God dammit…”, you breathed as you looked over his big form. “Look fucking good, Morales…”

“I look like an overstuffed sausage shoved in a shrunken leather glove – “

“Don’t… baby, don’t do that…”, your hand cupped his cheek and turned his face to yours, and the other caressed his chubby waist. “You look like a man who’s served his country and is now enjoying life with a woman who loves every pound, every ounce of you.”

“Fuck, you’re good.”, he said with a lopsided grin. “I love you so much… I’m a lucky bastard.”

“I love you, too.”

He leaned down and kissed you, then pulled away with his eyes and smile wide.

“Take a picture! Mouse! Get your phone and take a picture!”, he excitedly said.

You giggled, grabbing your phone. Frankie posed as though nothing was amiss with his outfit and then you got an idea. You grabbed o w of the photograph of Frankie wearing the exact outfit he was in and gave it to him, giggling.

“Hold it up. I’ll get a ‘before and after’ picture!”

He looked at the photo then smiled and held it up, and you got a shot of him, twin smiles almost a decade apart.

The size difference shot a hot spike in your core, and you clenched your thighs. It didn’t go unnoticed by Frankie, and his smile slid into a devilish grin. He took your phone to have a look; you thought he was texting the photo to himself.

“You like what you see, princess?” He began moving towards you. “Like seeing how big you got me?”

“Yeah… baby, yeah, I do.”, you almost panted, nodding as he stood less than a foot from you.

“Tell me how it makes you feel to see me like this- “,  he grabs your hand pushes it against his belly, shaking it and making you feel the weight of him, “- to know this is all your handiwork.”

You let out a breathy whimper from your parted, pouted lips.

“Tell me, princess, how it feels to know you’re making me outgrow all my clothes so fast.”

“Frankie…”, you whimpered in a whisper, realizing he was backing you slowly towards the couch.

“Yeah, princess? You wanna tell me how much you like knowing how much bigger I am than you? That why you keep me well fed?”

The back of your knees hit the couch and you fell back with a squeak and Frankie stood over you between your parted knees. He reached under his arm and undid the vest, pulling it off and tossing it to the side.

He bent down and slid his hand between your thighs, pushing your lace thing to the side and feeling how slick you were.

“So fucking wet for me… my kinky baby… my princess gets wet from getting me fat.”, he smugly cooed. He kept eye contact with you as you breathed in and opened your mouth, eyes trying not to roll back. You could feel your cunt gushing again with the way he spoke to and looked at you.

“And my princess likes being called out for making me big… I can feel you getting wetter… pretty little pussy’s just fluttering and clenching on nothing but the hope this fat guy’s gonna fuck you stupid, huh?”

Your eyes widened and before you could respond, he pushed two thick fingers into your core. You gasped and grabbed his arm as his other hand played on the headrest of the couch beside your head.

“Fuck, Mouse… so fucking wet… baby, so tight… love this pussy… love my pussy… so fucking warm and wet…”, he murmured as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.  The sounds coming from your mouth and count were like music to him; your whimpers, gasps and cries juxtaposed to the wet, slick and obscene sounds he was pulling from your core.

“Frankie! … please… please baby… please I need… I want you on me… wanna – fuck! – wanna feel how heavy you are… please… please fuck me!”

 He smiled and kept fucking you with his fingers. “Princess, you're so sneaky. You've got everybody fooled."

You looked up at him, panting and confused. "What...what do you mean, Frankie?" 

“People take one look at me and assume I'm a greedy, fat guy. But YOU'RE the greedy one, baby.”, he growled, circling his thumb on your clit, increasing the speed of his fingers. “You can't get enough of this belly, can you? Never gonna get your fill? You fucking love it when people ask you what you're feeding me. You think you do a good job of hiding it, but I know, Princess. I know."

Words failed you as the coil in your lower belly snapped and you came hard on his fingers, a wet patch now on the couch under you.

“Good girl…”, he groaned as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “I could tell everyone I got fat on your sweet pussy, and they’d believe me.”

He grinned and leaned down, catching your lips in a fevered kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and your arms wrapped around his neck, and moaned into his mouth, “Please, Frankie…”

He pulled back and you both tugged and pulled at the too-tight khakis and his boxers to free his aching cock. You then removed your panties, and he pushed you to lay across the couch as you frantically kissed one another. He sat up on his knees and gripped your knee, pulling your hips towards him, and he lined himself up with you and pushed in, leaning over you. Both of you let out a gasp as his hand found yours and interlaced, and you assumed Frankie was going to make love to you.

You couldn’t have been more wrong. What you didn’t realize was how riled up Frankie really was at your confirmation that you loved what you’d done to him. You’d made him bigger, softer, heavier, bulkier – and you loved him even more for it. The idea that he, at his size and in too small clothing, made you that wet and needy… it flipped a switch in his brain and put him on auto pilot; set him on a dangerous crash trajectory to fucking you hard and fast into the couch.

He let go of your hand and when you tried to sit up to catch his mouth in a kiss, he pulled your hips towards him harshly. You fell back and he snapped his hips into yours, forcing low grunts from him and panting whines from you. He put his whole weight into his harsh thrusts, making each time his cock impaled you sting – but you didn’t care right now, he felt so good.

“Can’t even see where I’m fucking you… made me so big… can’t see your tight pussy sucking me in… but fuck… I can feel it…you like having a fat guy fuck you, princess?... that’s why you’re so fucking wet…”

You cried out as he picked up the pace and intensity. He planted a foot on the floor, giving him more power to his already heavy thrusts and causing your body to rub into the coarse fabric of the couch. You could feel the friction making your back warm, and you knew you’d feel it afterwards – but you didn’t care right now; he felt so good.

“Fr-Frankie!... baby… keep – fuck!... keep going… don’t stop… look s-so good… so big… so fucking big!”

“Yeah?... that’s why your pussy’s holding on so hard… fuck… feels so good, Mouse… look so beautiful, baby… fucking small under me…”, he grunted, feeling your cunt start to spasm, knowing you were close. He released one of your knees, brought his thumb to his mouth and coated it in his spit, then brought it to your swollen clit and rubbed circles. “Come on, princess… come for me… come on… lemme feel it…”

Your body reacted quickly, and you came hard, back arched, his name peeling from your throat.

“That’s it… good girl… good…fucking…girl!”, Frankie groaned, his own release building quickly. His thrusts fell out of rhythm and as your body started to come down, he found his end. Pounding into you in a few quick thrusts, he came, and you could feel his hot spend filling you up and seeping out of you on to the couch.

Normally, you would have stay connected for a little while longer, but Frankie’s exertion in combination with the added weight he carried with his big dinner left him needing to sit down. When he pulled out of you, you let out a soft whimper and reached for him.

“I know, princess… I know… I’m sorry… I gotta sit down…”, he panted, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it before sitting back heavily in his spot at the end of the couch. He placed his hand on your ankle and rubbed gently.

You sat up, now keenly aware of the mess under you, and crawled to his side, snuggling in. You rubbed his belly gently; he was still feeling quite full, and you knew he needed to let it settle.

The faded red t-shirt was still pulled tight across his chest, and you slipped your finger under the rolled up hem, feeling almost no give.

“How did you manage to get this on?”, you asked quietly with a smile.

Frankie wiped his forehead and chuckled. “It wasn’t easy… and I can’t imagine getting it off will be either.”

Your phone vibrated, alerting you to a text, and then a few more in rapid succession. You sat up, scanning the room and finally found your phone on the floor next to the couch. Picking it up, you unlocked it and saw your group chat with Benny, Santi, Frankie, Hannah and Will was busy reacting to something. You scrolled up in the chat and saw that Frankie had sent the comparison picture of him holding his old photo to the group from your phone.

“Frankie!”, you gasped, and he laughed beside you, reading the comments.

“Holy fuck Fish!😲😂” - Santi “Yeah… I guess Mouse is a good cook 🤣 ” - Hannah "Breaking news! Relationship weight gain is not a myth!” - Benny “MOUSE. WFT.” - Will

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