#fat mac was so cute

[gayclubsoap]

he's so silly .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

[howertism]

insane face card

[mxrphy]

rob mcelhenney when are we bringing this back

[sunnytastic]

idk if this makes sense but being fat just fit mac's character so well

[tgcg]

we do a bit of trolling

CG: OKAY DAVE, I KNOW WE CAME TO A TRUCE ON THE WHOLE FOOD WARS SHTICK, I'M NOT ABOUT TO HURL TWENTY MORE INSULTS AT YOUR EARTH CUISINE, BUT.

CG: BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.

TG: man

TG: ok look i was kinda preoccupied with the seven minute voice message i left you about the infinite jump glitch in sonic 06 and it turns out i cant measure water and talk at the same time

CG: DON'T SLOSH IT!!! THAT'S DISGUSTING!!! IT LOOKS LIKE BILE!

TG: yeah well its the last pack of mac n sheese and im gonna eat it whatever viscosity it decides to have

TG: i can make this work

TG: is cheese soup a thing

TG: nah theres no way in hell

TG: k so what is your cooking proficiency like what are we dealing with here

CG: OH, I DON'T KNOW. I WOULD SAY I CAN PROBABLY FOLLOW BASIC INSTRUCTIONS, POSSIBLY LIKE THE ONES THAT WERE ON THE BACK OF YOUR SALIVATION-INDUCING SLOPFEST YOU'VE GOT GOING ON HERE.

TG: alright cool i got a pitch

TG: might work might dont

CG: THAT ISN'T SO MUCH INSPIRING CONFIDENCE IN ME AS IT IS TAKING WHAT MORSELS OF FAITH I HAD IN YOU OUT BACK AND THRASHING THEM IN A DARK ALLEYWAY.

TG: alright so im basing my operations on like the core features of water im talking the ten commandments of h2o-logy

TG: as the component responsible for the shlop of my shlock presented before you

TG: it can evaporate right

CG: … YEAH?

TG: ok but cheese doesnt evaporate does it you cant get a cheese mist

CG: OH NO.

TG: cheese doesnt evaporate it just like melts

TG: or dries

TG: so my theory is if i jam this shit in an oven or maybe the microwave

CG: NEITHER OF THOSE WERE IN THE INSTRUCTIONS AND YOU KNOW IT

TG: but the problem is the pasta is already cooked and all up in there so if i microwave it the pastas gonna go soggy and i cant have that

CG: DAVE.

TG: so microwave is out of the picture im assuming oven heat will keep the pasta dry while also evaporatin the water without removing the cheese

TG: that checks out doesnt it

CG: CUT THE BULLSHIT. STOP EMBARRASSING YOURSELF.

CG: YOUR INSISTENCE ON UPSTAGING YOUR OWN STUPIDITY IN FRONT OF ME ISN'T CUTE OR ENDEARING. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO PULL AND I'M NOT FA--

CG:

CG: WAIT… NO… WOULD-- WOULD THAT…?

TG: real brain wrinkler huh

CG: OH SUCK MY FAT FUCKING SHAME GLOBES

TG: dude you even pointed out the tripwire and you still went ahead and threw yourself over it what kind of troll are you

CG: I DIDN'T FALL FOR SHIT! OBVIOUSLY MY ATTEMPT TO HUMOR YOUR RAPIDLY DETERIORATING SENSE OF "INTELLIGENCE" WENT CLEAN OVER YOUR NUGBONE! YOU'VE PROVEN YOUR POINT, MY FAITH IN YOU IS COMPLETELY MISPLACED.

CG: WOOPS! SILLY ME FOR BELIEVING IN YOU! WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER?

TG: hahahaha oh man

[housecow]

i have a lot of cute ideas

my feeder travels a lot—he’s lucky enough to have a job that can take him all over the world. his cow, however, cannot really follow.

i outgrew a regular plane seat sometime after 300lbs. we discovered that after a particularly fruitful trip to spain; although eating our way through each city racked up a lot of steps, the funnel sessions and late night snacking really did me in. neither of us were really surprised that my hips just didn’t quite fit. rather, i could tell it was all he could think about the entire way back. his hand on my soft thigh, slightly clenched and almost possessive… the way his eyes flickered to mine and there was this look.

our trips together became rarer but neither of us minded. as i’d grown, a lot of what we used to do together faded. i couldn’t keep up on the hikes, biking was out of the question, and even the long walks we enjoyed wound up split by breaks so i could catch my breath.

throughout it all, however, my feeder just grew more enthusiastic. he’d tell me he was so proud after we made it back to the hotel each night. his hands would massage my softened shoulders, he’d hold the shake to my lips, and he’d coo into my ear, “it’s okay, i won’t make you do this again,” “there’s a buffet tomorrow morning,” or, “you can really feel how fat we’ve made you now, right?”

i’d melt with whatever he said and he’d fill me up, every way i needed. funnels and shakes, expansive platters of pastries… him inside me, i’m so full and he’s telling me how good i’m doing for him, my belly touching the bed while he’s breeding me…

neither of us minded when we had to do things separately. he’d be off on a trip, sending me photos of the views and the food (“wish i could be feeding you these!”), and i’d return the gesture. belly pics, selfies of my fatass planted on the couch working on the last bit of the gallon of ice cream that was supposed to last the week, meal ideas and articles and excitement about all he’s getting to experience.

the best part, however, is when he’d get back. over the longer trips i’d have settled in a bit too much. nothing was overly dirty, of course, but the fridge was overstocked with takeout. i’d finished almost everything and move on to whatever was next, absentmindedly leaving behind remnants of everything i’d made my way through. the trash would be full of boxes and candy wrappers, vegetable skins and soda cans, too. and he'd be able to see what it all did to me.

i was bigger every time he came back. it wasn’t too obvious, maybe just a pound or two, but it was enough to excite him. he’d admire the way i had to focus and gather momentum to heave myself out of the car, how my belly hang hit my thighs just enough to make a sound when i tried to move quickly, and how he could always count on me to gorge myself while i missed him.

he never made a comment though. but every time before he left the pantry would be replenished—zebra cakes, brownies, chips, pasta, sauce, boxed mac n cheese, everything he could think of would be left there for me.

he once said, “i won’t let a moment pass where you can’t reach for something to eat,” and it was true. a candy bowl mysteriously appeared on the coffee table one day, each time i reached the bottom it’d be refilled. the mini fridge side table was “cute and functional,” he reasoned, as he showed me where the sodas and premade shakes were going. i’d thank him, a soft kiss and several grateful expressions, before admitting that i was relieved at having one less trip to the kitchen now when i was settled in.

and he’d just smile. enabling a cow like me is easy, he just has to set the food out. i know what to do.

[sanguineterrain]

your most recent jason fic has me in a bit of a chokehold and its bc you do so well with the dialogue and the banter!!

HONEYLOVE???#?*×& i need to be physically restrained (i appreciate your fics respectfully)

anyways, the fic has me thinking: imagine it's the same reader, but they know Jason's alive and they're back to being friends again (skipping over the drama of "YOU'RE ALIVE?!?" "yea lmao sorry ily tho") but there's this tension now. and since Jason's not working with a mask anymore (and he's slightly more vulnerable with r), it's him who gets flustered and it's r who does the flirting playful banter. maybe it ends with a kiss (˘ ³˘) ?

i'm such a sucker for a flustered Jason and there's something that tells me he gets really weak in the knees for someone he adores >:) anyways, you can always choose to write this or not but a very big, fat thank you if you do

the reaction pics are SO FUNNY i'm glad you enjoy this au <3

jason todd x gn!nocturne!reader. pt 3 of vigilante reader. this is basically reader just being feral over jason :> they speak for all of us, really. love confessions, tension, somewhat flustered jason, more sparring lols.

pt 1 / pt 2

****

Jason Todd is alive. Jason Todd is sitting two feet away, talking about a case.

You can't quite believe it. You went home two days ago and expected to wake up to the whole thing being a dream or the result of a Poison Ivy hallucinogen.

You can't stop staring at him. It's weird. You're being weird. But you can't help it.

Every time you see Jason, you want to look at him for as long as possible. You don't want to forget his face. This new face. Scarred and hardened, but still good. Still loved.

And, well. It's not like Jason's bad looking. Sure, you thought he was cute when you were teenagers. Resurrection makes the heart grow fonder, et cetera.

But now? Now, Jason makes your heart stupid. You can barely contain your desire. It's been two weeks since he revealed himself, and every time you see him, you have to dig your nails into your palms to keep yourself from showing him what he does to you.

Sometimes you think he sees right through you, but if he does, he never acts on it.

"—listening. Yo. Ground control to Major Tom. Are you with me?"

Jason waves a hand in front of you. You blink.

He's unmasked and in a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and dark jeans—the most comfortable you've seen him, actually. His hair is still wet from his shower.

"Sorry," you say, suddenly zeroed in on the three droplets of water sliding down his neck. "I'm listening. Just looking at you."

"'Cause I'm so pretty?" Jason asks, batting his lashes.

You reach over without thinking. He freezes when you wipe the water off of his neck. Then you tuck a curl behind his ear.

"You should let me blow-dry your hair," you say, taking your time in dropping your hand. "It'll take ages to dry in this humidity."

Jason's eyes have gone wide. Pink splotches bloom on the apples of his cheeks.

"Uh." He swallows. You watch his throat bob. "Thanks. Maybe... next time."

"I'll steal Dick's. He's got the fancy sixteen setting one."

That makes Jason smile. "Hm. Some things never change."

His eyes crinkle at the corners. Fondness swells swiftly in your chest.

You stay like that for a moment, caught in each other's orbit.

Jason breaks it first, leaning away. "Right. You should probably get back to the Manor. Br–the others'll probably think I kidnapped ya."

You shrug. "I quit."

"What?"

"Bruce was getting on my last nerve. I can't work with someone like that."

Jason snorts. "Join the club. Look, I can't say I'm not thrilled that you're stickin' it to the old man. But if this is 'cause of me... I wouldn't be mad if you kept workin' with him. Honest. If that's what you wanna do, don't let me stop you."

"Jason." You rest your hand atop his. "I joined this life because of you. To honor you. You taught me how to help people, not Bruce. You taught me what it meant to be kind, to be a part of something bigger than myself."

To love, you don't say.

"I..." He shakes his head. "You became Nocturne for me?"

You close your eyes, then open them. You've cried so many times. You don't want to stay in your grief any longer. Not when he's right in front of you.

"When you died, I..." You take a deep breath. "Nocturne was something to ground me. I think Bruce recognized that. I think he knew how much you meant to me. He didn't have to take a chance on me, and I appreciate that he did. But I've realized that he doesn't know everything. Can't see what's right in front of him sometimes."

You squeeze Jason's wrist. He sighs.

"God, I'm sorry," he says.

"What're you sorry for, Jay? You came back. That's all I ever wanted."

Jason chews his cheek for a moment. Then he stands, chair scraping the floor.

"C'mon," he says.

You follow him to the living room. He moves the armchair, the couch, and rolls up the rug. He disappears down the hall and returns with two thick mats. He tosses them onto the floor.

"Uh..." you say. "What're you—"

"'M gonna show you what y'did wrong that night on the roof."

"Wow. Can't believe you're still single. Being reminded of my shitty combat skills gets me so hot."

Jason rolls his eyes. "Alright, smartass. Just 'cause you quit the Bats doesn't mean you won't go out there and keep helping people. I know you. The least I can do is pick up where Dickface left off in your training."

"The least you can do, huh? I think you just wanna pin me against the floor again," you say, smirking.

He clears his throat. "That—no."

"No?" You step closer and look at him through your lashes. You're so close, you're touching his chest. "What happened to tying me up 'cause I was out when I shouldn't have been? Isn't that another educational technique?"

Jason's throat bobs. "That wasn't—I was just saying things."

"Hm. That's too bad."

You skip right past him, onto the mat, and hold out your arms.

"Okay. Put the moves on me, J.P."

It takes Jason a moment to craft his usual poker face. When he does, he groans. "'M not an evil Gilded Age financier. Still don't like 'J.P.'"

"But you like me-ee," you sing-song.

He shrugs. "Sometimes. Until you give me a heart attack and run into a burning building."

"Wish I could've seen your face for that one," you say as you steel your shoulders and secure your feet.

"Better you didn't. I'm sure there was a vein or two popping outta my forehead." Jason cracks his neck. "Ready?"

"Lay it on me, big guy."

"You first. Attack me like you normally would."

So you do. You step forward and throw a punch similar to the one from your rooftop spar. Jason catches it, of course. But this time, he locks you in a hold. One leg is between yours, and your arms are twisted behind your back with one hand. Humiliating.

"Dude!" You wiggle. Jason doesn't yield. "Jay, come on. No petty criminal is gonna know how to do all that."

"I know. The point of this is for you to know how to use someone's size against them."

Jason presses his cheek against yours. You tamp down your shiver. You can hear his heartbeat.

"Take a breath," he murmurs.

You close your eyes and breathe. Jason's grip doesn't hurt, but you're frustrated by how predictable you are. How he knows your body. A part of you is missing in not knowing him the way he knows you.

"Alright," he says. "Think. What part of me is exposed?"

"Not the important parts, I hope."

You can feel his eyeroll.

"You're hilarious. C'mon, focus. What can you attack?"

"Um... your legs. You trapped my arms, but my and your legs are free."

"Good." The praise warms you. Being this close to Jason will never get old. "What else?"

"What else? Do you have a tail I don't know about?"

"Sucha wiseass," he says, mouth close to your ear. "Your head. You're still able to move your head, and you're close to my face."

"Yeah, I'm not headbutting you. Out of the kindness of my heart."

"I appreciate that, sweets. Sweep my leg."

So you do. Jason goes down easier than he normally would for your benefit.

"'Kay," he says, once again underneath you. Now you have his hands pinned. "Good. Remember what went wrong last time?"

"You bucked me off like a Clydesdale."

He smiles. "Yeah, okay. So what'll you do different?"

"I'm not in my suit," you say. "I don't have extra weight in my boots."

"No, but you don't need it if you keep my legs apart."

"So that was your plan all along, huh? Perv."

Jason coughs. "Ah-hum... I—c'mon, lock my legs."

You grin and spread Jason's legs, using your knees to keep him immobile.

And then you just stare. This time, it's not because you're thinking about the miracle of resurrection (though what a miracle it is). No, you're just thinking, once again, about how your best friend got really, stupidly pretty.

And how you really, stupidly wanna kiss him.

Jason still looks young, but his jaw is now defined. He's got a five o'clock shadow coming on. His lips are full and pink. Freckles dot his cheeks and nose. The nose that still has a bump from when he broke it during a fight with Riddler.

You remember how he played it off for weeks. Bruce said that didn't even cry. But when you asked if it hurt, Jason had said yes.

You wonder when the last time Jason cried was. You wonder how much pain he's suffered since.

You wonder if he knows he's got your heart in the palm of his hand.

"Hey," Jason says. His voice is soft. Shy. "I lose ya again?"

You shake your head. "No. Never."

"There somethin' on my face?"

"You're a lot to look at," you say. "Pretty, pretty boy."

That gets an undeniable reaction. Jason Todd has never been able to take a compliment. You've been exploiting that all day.

Perhaps you know him better than you thought.

He exhales sharply, like you've sucker-punched him. His eyes dart to you. Waiting.

"Your eyes are green," you say. "Like, mixed. Blue and green."

Jason nods. "I—yeah. The Pit. Changed 'em. Changed me."

You lean in. His gaze flicks to your mouth. You watch his Adam's apple bob in a hard swallow.

"They're still pretty," you say. "Always had pretty eyes, Jaybird."

"Heh, right. Even with this shit?" He points to the scar that crosses over his right eye, stopping at his lip.

You let go of his wrists—not that you were holding them that tightly anyway. If this were a real fight, you would've lost ten times over already. Considering how much of you is touching Jason, you happen to be winning hard.

You trace the puckered white flesh with your thumb. Jason flinches but doesn't pull away.

"Your face could never turn me away," you say. "Never."

He closes his eyes and shudders. "Y'too nice to me. Always so nice t'me. Even when we were fighting. Why're ya so good?"

Your lips are a hair from his now. "I don't know how to make it more obvious, Jaybird. I'm absolutely insane about you."

Jason's eyes fly open. He sees your mouth and his breathing increases. You smile.

"Yeah, want you bad. No place I wouldn't follow you. Do anything for you."

Jason makes a strangled noise in his throat. You grin.

"C'mon, big guy. I'm right here. Come have me, Jay. I'm yours."

Jason soars up and kisses you. Swallows you, really. His hands hold your waist for dear life. You wrap one leg around his.

You nip his lip. Jason whines softly. Delicious.

You grab his face, fingers tangling in his curls. Jason sits up, slotting you against him. One hand supports you on your back, the other on your side.

"God—" He breaks away, just barely. "You're way too good for me. Had sucha... sucha crush on ya when we were kids. Y'so sweet."

You blindly find his throat and bite, hard enough to leave a mark. Jason makes a guh sound. You lick the bite to soothe it.

"Missed you," you say into his skin. "Missed you so goddamn bad, Jason."

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah," he babbles, clinging to you as you kiss up his neck. "Yeah, missed you too."

"Not letting you go," you say, almost snarling. You're angry with want, angry at the world for keeping this from you for so many years. "It's you and me now, Jay, mkay? Gonna be mine?"

"Always been yours," he says, panting. Jason finds your lips again. The kiss is messy, uncoordinated. Full of love. "No one but you."

You haven't fallen behind. You're starting anew.

"Never been anybody but you."

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

So Little but So Big

You’ve always been so good as my perfect little girl. My perfect little princess. My perfect little baby. 

But little has never fit you. Not exactly. 

When we met, you were heavy. A real fatty. So thick. So fully featured. So completely filled out and quite frankly…giant. Huge. It was very cute, very sweet, very attractive to me. You were beyond chubby. Living strictly in tubby territory. 

I loved it. You said you could never gain any weight. You liked food. Loved desserts. But overeating? Purposefully. Deliberately gorging. Maybe once in awhile. But you’d never just eat and eat and eat. 

I respected your choice. I was the pig between us, all things considered. I am truly giant. Truly fattened. Truly overladen with fat. Layered in lard is an apt descriptor for me. 

But recently something changed. You have started eating too much every single meal. You have started sucking down burgers and donuts and cakes and soda like it’s some kind of competition. It’s almost funny. Except you literally eat more than multiple people every day, and then get so full and excited from it you have to lay down. But no one can compete with you. 

I’ve been wanting to get you some little sized food. Frozen animal shaped chicken nuggets. Happy meals. Baby food packets. The mini dinners with those small, little, cute compartments. Only a few tiny spoonfuls of Mac and Cheese. Bite sized small brownies. Just a few small mouthfuls of green veggies. They’re perfect for someone so little.

You’re too little for those daddy sized meals… but I’m wondering. How much will it take? Do I need to stock up on 10 lunchables for each lunch? Do you need entire boxes of little snacks for each day? Are you needing whole cases of juice boxes? 

Big is a fitting descriptor. Your overblown, overfed, overinflated, wobbly arms cradle a truly fat, flabby gut that has been made so overweight that it’s permanently become a fleshy, round, mountainous orb. A globular mound of solid white frosting. A heavy water balloon that has been solidly overfilled to stretching. A dollop of soft, creamy lard sitting on top of those barrel thighs. You’re the picture of gluttony.

You’re too big. You’re getting too hungry. What am I gonna do with you? I’m curious. Is 5 kid cuisines enough? Or do you need 10? Every meal? Should I start buying them out every time I go shopping? I can’t have you going hungry. 

You’re a growing girl. 

[hypnoneghoul]

Have I used this joke already? Yes. Will I use it again? Absolutely.

KKEENNDDRICK!!! DROP ANOTHER DISTRACK (GHOUL ORGY) AND MY LIFE, IS YOURSSS /ref /pos

Oh please great father I BEG OF THEE

Not Alive For Anyone

WC: 3,1k

Relationship: Dewdrop/Mountain/Swiss/Phantom

Tags: Foursome - M/M/M/M, Transmasc Dew, Free Use (kinda), Cunnilingus, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Objectification, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Pressure Kink (is that a thing?), Edging, Degradation, Creampie, Aftercare

Notes: Combining with a commission from @jazz-bazz :3 Beta read and edited by the lovely @mac-and-thefox <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

The rehearsal today was particularly hot.

The air conditioning went out and Copia ordered some people around so it would get fixed and they did, but it died again just as the band started playing the first song, to their collective annoyance. Papa was obviously frustrated, too, but decided to use this as an opportunity for them all to build up some heat resistance—as if they hadn't already played countless shows in horrid heat fully costumed.

This led to everyone being as snappy as they were horny, due to them sweating bullets and scenting the windowless room with it.

Dewdrop, though, had no issues whatsoever.

He does sweat, yes, but his fire nature makes the heat itself not much of a bother and still, the rehearsal was nothing compared to some shows they had played. So while everyone just wanted to get it over with and go shower and fuck, Dewdrop was having actual fun, as usual during a practice.

He doesn’t really understand why he got jumped by three of his packmates the moment he put his guitar away. He’s hardly ever going to say no to a casual orgy, though, so he didn’t protest being picked up and thrown over Mountain’s shoulder. There were fingers in his cunt and asshole before they even reached Swiss’ room. There he got thrown onto the bed and stripped with no regards to what he wanted or didn’t want.

He thinks he should be grateful that they decided to finger him open—just enough so he doesn't bleed when they spear him on two fat cocks. He’s on his hands and knees with his throat filled by Mountain’s cock as the earth ghoul licks into his cunt to loosen him up while Swiss is behind him, stretching his ass with near clinical precision; poking and prodding as if he’s nothing more than a doll to be inspected prior to using.

Oh, how Dewdrop loves being used.

“So cute,” Swiss hums, adding another finger to the two already nestled inside the fire ghoul’s warm hole. Obscene noise reaches his ears as the multi ghoul thrusts the digits in; Dewdrop has been leaking everywhere since Mountain has picked him up.

He has nearly forgotten about the fourth ghoul that’s in the room with them. Phantom is kneeling by Dewdrop’s head with a tight fist around his cock, slowly stroking himself to the sight of the fire ghoul choking on Mountain’s cock.

The earth ghoul wants to cum first before they really start so that he might have a chance of lasting for long enough. He never can on his first. Shooting down Dewdrop’s throat is a great way to start, indeed, and the fire ghoul’s enthusiasm when it comes to sucking dick is unmatched; Swiss knows he doesn’t have that much time to work him open because of that.

Sure enough, the multi ghoul pushes four fingers into him just when Mountain lets out a nearly guttural groan as Dewdrop makes him cum. Phantom keeps watching; he even dares to reach out, wipe a drop of cum that leaks out of the fire ghoul’s mouth with a finger and bring it down onto his own tongue.

Mountain stays on his back and once he gets the go-ahead, Swiss wastes no more time before grabbing the fire ghoul and sitting him on the other’s cock, hard again. Dewdrop doesn’t even have the time to register the fullness as he is being pushed down—back to Mountain’s chest—and then Swiss is moving Phantom to his liking, too. Suddenly he is sliding the young ghoul’s dick into Dewdrop’s cunt and bending the young quint over him so Swiss can prepare him for his own cock.

Phantom moans and drools onto the fire ghoul’s chest as it is his turn to get stretched out and treated like an object. His hips keep giving light twitches seeking friction instead of just sitting idly in the glorious place that is Dewdrop’s pussy, but Swiss allows no such thing. He holds him still with his free hand and threatens with his claws every time the quintessence ghoul tries to hump into Dewdrop.

“You’re gonna move how I want you to and that’s it, Phantom.” Swiss’ tone alone makes Phantom shudder and whine; it’s cold, the warmth and affection that’s usually dripping from every word Swiss utters is absolutely gone. The quintessence ghoul thinks he shouldn’t be as turned on by it as he is, but alas.

“Swiss–”

“No, shut up,” he snarls and Phantom moans in reply. Swiss chuckles cruelly at how much of a mess he is as he finishes stretching his ass. He smacks his cheek just hard enough to leave a mark before wiping his hand and shoving his cock into him in one swift thrust with no more preamble. Phantom whimpers at the sudden fullness and his own dick kicks where it’s still nestled in Dewdrop.

The fire ghoul himself is way past incoherent at this point, stuffed full and squeezed, and nobody has really moved properly yet. He doesn’t even pay much mind to how he thought it would be Swiss and Mountain fucking him; not that he doesn’t enjoy having sweet little Phantom in his pussy.

He really fucking does.

So if someone were to ask him how exactly he ended up in his current predicament, he would not really know how to answer. Don’t get him wrong, he is enjoying himself immensely, but at this point the others have him so brainless he genuinely can’t remember what led him to…all of this.

“How does his cock feel, huh?” Swiss asks, probably referring to Phantom. He can’t be sure considering Mountain is also buried inside him to the hilt, of course. Either way, they both feel divine. “Hm, kitten?”

“‘S good,” Dewdrop slurs, high on sensation already, and the multi ghoul grins as he thrusts roughly into Phantom where he’s glued to his back. That makes his own dick slam deep into Dewdrop’s cunt, filling him to the brim with the help of the big earth ghoul cock in his ass. “So good, fuck.”

Their position is rather complicated, but they are making it work.

Swiss grunts into Phantom’s ear with every thrust, sheathing himself inside him over and over again and making him do the same to the fire ghoul. The room is filled with filthy sounds of slick flesh against slick flesh and various noises of pleasure falling one by one from four mouths.

Dewdrop is the most lost one, of course.

He’s not really registering what’s happening anymore, he just knows he’s warm, full, and nicely squeezed; the waves of pleasure that are washing over him every second have him out somewhere by the orbit. His eyes are glassy with it and unshed—for now—tears and his pupils are blown so wide the embers of his irises are nearly gone.

Swiss regrets he’s too far to really look into these pretty eyes and see how empty Dewdrop’s brain is.

Mountain isn’t doing much at the bottom of their sweaty fuck-pile; he is holding both of Dewdrop’s wrists in the circle of one of his hands and toying with the fire ghoul’s clit with the other—not with the intention to help properly stimulate him, no. Mountain is doing it for himself, all but fidgeting with the little thing as Dewdrop’s wet hole squeezes his cock over and over again. The earth ghoul is simply content with being cockwarmed and occasionally clenched around if he flicks the fire ghoul’s cock in the right way or if Swiss makes Phantom hit that good spot inside him.

He nuzzles his nose against his shoulder and neck, licking over the scars that are left of Dewdrop’s gills and enjoying the smell he loves so much—of a bonfire that has just been put out with fresh water—being so strong right there. He thinks about what he would do if the gills were still there, how he’d lick inside and suck on the pretty fins surrounding them. Alas, he only worries the delicate skin of the crook of Dewdrop’s neck between his fangs and resists the urge to pierce it just yet; there will be time for that later. 

“Mounty–” Dewdrop moans; being beyond any words but their names. The earth ghoul in question presses a fang to a bumpy scar and chuffs in acknowledgement of whatever it might be that Dewdrop was trying to say. Not that it matters much, anyway.

Phantom is nothing more than a two-in-one dildo and a fleshlight as Swiss controls his every movement with a big, warm hand sprawled out over his chest—the other one dimpling the skin on his hip in a possessive grip. It’s Dewdrop that is completely immobilized and reduced to a whiny mess, even though the quintessence ghoul has no control over himself either. He loves it; he’s not even addressed as much as Dewdrop. Swiss is nothing but vicious and the only comfort Mountain has to offer—at least for the time being—is the fire ghoul’s to take.

They should have invited Rain, Swiss thinks. As far as he’s aware the water ghoul got snatched by the ghoulettes after the rehearsal, but Swiss can’t help but wonder how much more wrecked Dewdrop would get if Rain were with them. The power he has over the fire ghoul is something as impressive as it is scary.

They will definitely invite Rain next time.

Phantom’s moans are the loudest and the highest and Swiss absolutely cherishes them. He prides himself in being able to pull all those lovely sounds out of the young ghoul and he knows them so well by now he could categorize them precisely. That’s why he knows exactly when to shove his cock into him harder, when to do it faster, and when to pull out completely just to hear Phantom cry out for it, hating the sudden feeling of cold and empty.

But then Swiss slides back in and all is right in the world again.

Yes, all four of them are enjoying themselves immensely.

Dewdrop tries to arch his back against the onslaught of sensation but Phantom’s hands that are planted firmly on his chest and his—or rather Swiss’—rhythmic thrusts effectively keep him from it. The fire ghoul is literally stuck and he drops his mouth open in a wanton moan at the realization of just how helpless he is right now.

Phantom lets out a similar noise when Dewdrop squeezes around him and Swiss chuckles cruelly behind him. “Two little whores made for being used, how pathetic. Isn’t it, my love?”

Dewdrop’s entire body vibrates with the rumble that comes from Mountain’s chest. “I think it’s rather adorable. It’s like they were made just for us to use.”

He squeezes around the fire ghoul’s slim wrists for good measure; as if to show off just how perfect of a fit they are. Swiss chuckles and nods in agreement.

Dewdrop whines loudly and wiggles his fingers in an attempt to…they’re not sure, really, but the next sound that comes out of him is too close to a sob for Mountain’s liking. “P–please…”

The earth ghoul hums and both lets go of his wrists and pauses toying with his clit. He drags his big hands over Dewdrop’s small body, tweaking his nipples on his way, before he wraps them tightly around him. He squeezes the remaining breath out of him and drills his cock into his hole as the fire ghoul clenches around it at receiving even more of that grounding pressure he craves so much. He flops his half-limp hands back down and grips Phantom’s wrist with one and Mountain’s forearm with the other in a silent plea of keep me close.

Even though they were all happy to reduce him to nothing but a few holes for them to fuck for the time being, he is still their beloved Dewdrop.

“It’s alright, fire lily,” Mountain rumbles into his ear, “I’ve got you, make us feel good some more and it’ll be your turn, I promise.”

Seeing Mountain take on the task of assuring the fire ghoul’s comfort, Swiss smirks; intending to take his cruelty up a notch before they finish.

“Useless without us, both of you,” he spits out with another forceful thrust into Phantom. “Fucking each other and being fucked by us is the only thing you’re good for.”

The quintessence ghoul moans all whorish at his words; a slut for cruel degradation that he is. He pants hard with his head hung and his eyes glued to where Dewdrop’s cunt is being stretched open on his cock, leaking more and more slick with every thrust. It’s an addicting sight and feeling, truly, and Phantom feels a dangerous swoop low in his stomach.

“Swiss–Swiss, I’m…I’m close, ‘m gonna–” he whines as his body moves of its own accord to search for something that will bring him to his orgasm. Swiss, though, doesn’t let it get too far.

“No, you’re not,” he snarls, “not until I tell you.”

Phantom whimpers but there’s nothing he can do about it, really, and everyone involved knows he loves it.

“How’s it going down there, my love?” the multi ghoul asks Mountain. “As hot as up here?”

“Hotter,” he admits, making Swiss chuckle. “I’m close, too, darling.”

“Alright then.”

Swiss groans as he picks up his pace and slams into Phantom with enough force to make the entire bed rattle against the wall.

“You can cum,” he whispers into the quintessence ghoul’s ear and cums deep inside him, grunting. The feeling of the multi ghoul’s cock slotted right against his prostate and the warmth filling him makes Phantom grind into Dewdrop for the last time before he tips over the edge, too.

Dewdrop cries out as he takes his second load of the night. Mountain presses down on his stomach and lets out a growl as he feels Phantom’s softening cock and his own through Dewdrop’s flat tummy. The earth ghoul bucks up into him and finally allows himself to sink his teeth into his shoulder and then he’s gone, too, spilling into Dewdrop’s ass.

Phantom goes completely boneless once he goes down from his high, flopping down onto a very fucked out but still very desperate Dewdrop. He would cry and beg for them to make him cum if only he weren’t squeezed so hard there’s no breath left in his lungs. Swiss somehow holds himself up behind Phantom, pulling out as he breathes heavily and folding in on himself where he kneels.

He knows he’s the one who will regain his composure the fastest and that means he has to switch his semi-cruelty off and give Dewdrop his release; preferably before the poor ghoul drops and descends into real panic.

It’s easy for him to roll Phantom off of him, the bed is big enough so that he can pick Dewdrop up and lay him down next to the quintessence ghoul with Mountain still taking up the middle. The fire ghoul cries out in desperation as he gets manhandled and spread out on his back for Swiss to do whatever he wants to him. 

“S–Swiss, pl…please, I–I can’t, I need–please,” Dewdrop babbles, flopping his arms around as if he’s trying to claw his way to getting his release.

But he is completely at Swiss’ mercy; he couldn’t fight him even if he wanted to.

Maybe he does, a little bit—too brainless to realize how much gentler Swiss is now and that whatever he’s going to do is finally going to be for Dewdrop, not someone else.

The multi ghoul lays on his front in between his legs and cannot waste any more time—not only because of his affection for Dewdrop, but also the delicious display of the fire ghoul’s holes all puffy and leaking his packmates’ cum right in front of his face.

Dewdrop must be cleaned up, of course, so why wouldn’t Swiss do it with his tongue?

He descends and plunges the appendage deep into the fire ghoul’s cunt and he absolutely wails; loud enough to wake the dead, probably. Without ghouls bigger than him on and under him, Dewdrop writhes in oversensitivity. Swiss only holds his hips, keeping at least that part of him still enough so that he can enjoy his dessert.

Neither of them notices Mountain gathering Phantom up and off of the bed and taking him to the bathroom to clean him up. They’ll be done before they come back, surely, just in time for a post-coital cuddle pile.

It’s obscene how the multi ghoul eats Dewdrop out, alternating between sucking on his cock, licking Phantom’s cum out of his cunt and doing the same to Mountain’s in his ass. It’s all sloppy and Swiss is all but drowning, but he doesn't ever want to stop.

He will, though; causing the fire ghoul actual anguish is not the plan. Swiss lets go of his hips with one hand and brings it down between his legs. He pushes two of his fingers into Dewdrop’s asshole, his thumb into his pussy, and closes his mouth around his clit.

He sucks and the fire ghoul is gone.

His holes squeeze around Swiss’ fingers and his thighs around his head as slick gushes out of him and absolutely drenches the other’s face and neck. He pulls away immediately, knowing that after being edged for so long, Dewdrop would fall into overstimulation that much faster and that much more intense than usual.

Swiss rests his cheek on the inside of the fire ghoul’s thigh and breathes in the smell of sex hanging in the air; so beautifully concentrated just between Dewdrop’s legs. He’s gasping for breath, laying sprawled out like a wet noodle with no strength to move even an inch. Swiss rubs his warm hands over his skin, wherever he can reach, to ground him and help him come back down smoothly.

Swiss’ eyes close at some point, but he can’t bring himself to care; he’s comfortable snuggled between Dewdrop’s legs. The next thing he knows a blanket is being thrown over him—still there—and there’s another warm body cuddling up to him and the fire ghoul. Phantom shoves his face into Dewdrop’s tummy and wraps his tail around Swiss’ waist. Mountain joins them a moment later, laying down in the other direction and manhandling Dewdrop so that his head is pillowed on his stomach. 

Their position is rather complicated, but they’re making it work.

[plushefemme]

i used to never have feeder thoughts BUT recently i'm really vibing with the notion of being a cute lil femme housewife feeder in my frilly apron who pretends to be completely innocent, "of course i'm not trying to make you fat, honey! i'm just taking good care of you, now finish your dinner so i can bring you dessert" *bats eyelashes*

there's always a fresh batch of cookies or a cake for my partner to snack on, and i pack them huge lunches to take to work. forget going hungry, i make sure they're never not full, with a constantly rotating menu of hearty stews and fresh-baked bread, ribeye steak basted with butter and herbs, chicken wings, pot roasts and mashed potatoes with thick gravy, heavy casseroles and trays of mac 'n cheese from scratch, not to mention bacon, hashbrowns and eggs cooked to order every morning because "breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" plus homemade biscuits lathered in butter and jam, coffee with cream and sugar.

i pout and act all hurt if my partner doesn't clean their plate, so of course they always do, and accept seconds and thirds, and pretty soon they're unbuttoning their pants after every meal and asking me sheepishly if we can go shopping because they need new clothes. and i'm like "of course baby, those pants were looking a little worn out anyway 😇" as if i'm not beside myself with pride and satisfaction and lust, to see all my love and hard work manifested in each pound added onto their softening body

[lunaecoll]

trigun guys with a plus sized reader ! ◡̈

vash, wolfwood, knives, livio & razlo, and legato !

i feel like there is a criminal lack of plus sized representation and i need that to change asap!

mentions of ; can be read as pre-established relationships or not, body insecurity, skipping meals, non-sexual touching (but you can definitely read it as sexual touching cause oh goodness gracious!!!!),

VASH ;

- vash has a preference for chubby people when looking for a romantic partner, chubby people always seem to catch his eyes first! he loves the way clothes hug you just right and make you look even more irresistible

- he loves everything about you. your strech marks and curves, and how your and him seem to fit together like puzzle pieces. he loves it when you wear revealing or tight clothes, it shows off your spectacular body AMAZINGLY and he has to hold himself back from doing some.. unholy things !

- your tummy makes such a great pillow after a long day of walking in the scorching desert

- if he hears you talking negatively about yourself he immediately jumps to the rescue. his hands coming up to rest on your sides, his thumbs caressing over your rolls and strech marks as he kisses you over and over, whispers of praise slipping through his lips between every kiss.

- vash has a habit of skipping meals whenever he’s upset, and if he sees you doing the same he feels his heart shatter for you. he offers to buy you ANY food you want, even if it’s from a place an hour away or he’s a little short on money. if you don’t want anything from any restaurants, he’ll offer to cook for you! even though he’s not the best cook, he can make a mean boxed mac and cheese!

NICHOLAS D. WOLFWOOD ;

- i have a personal headcanon that wolfwood has a dad bod! he has a cute little tummy that he can’t seem to shake, and he’s overall soft all around. (his thighs especially awwoooooogaaaa…)

- wolfwood thinks body fat is sexy as hell. unlike vash, he’s a bit more handsy and almost perverted (respectfully though. if you are ever uncomfortable with it he stops IMMEDIATELY.)

- he likes to pinch your sides, slap your ass, pinch at your rosy cheeks, and he constantly has an arm slung around your shoulders or waist. he physically cannot keep his hands off of you.

- when the gang gets a hotel for the night, you and wolfwood usually stay in the same room together. wolfwood loves watching you come out of the shower, towel wrapped around you, water beading down you in the most enticing way. wolfwood has to excuse himself for a while.. wink wink!

- wolfwood is extremely protective of you. if he hears ANYONE mention a backhanded comment on your body, he is throwing hands. he will absolutely destroy them, and he won’t even blink an eye. he’s so crazy for you, and he isn’t afraid to show that.

- if he catches you skipping meals or under feeding yourself, he gets protective again. he’ll give you a stern look, sit you down, and force you to eat. it isn’t the BEST way, but he isn’t good at emotions, especially sappy ones. he’ll do anything to see you eat, even if it makes him look desperate. (he is by the way.)

- he’ll offer to do anything for you to eat. he’ll offer to spoon feed you, offer you a distraction so you can eat without a worry, anything. nothing is too big of a request if it means you’ll eat and be healthy.

MILLIONS KNIVES ;

- knives does not care about your body shape, at all. he thinks all humans are pitiful, all of their shapes and sizes are irrelevant to him. (he is in love with you…)

- knives, a lot like his brother, especially likes chubby people. he doesn’t admit it, but you can tell.

- you can tell by the way he looks at you, the way his gaze lingers on you. one thing about you that he especially likes is your stretch marks. your marks remind him of his marks, and he undeniably really likes it. if you’ll allow it, he likes to run his fingers across your stretch marks.

- knives doesn’t understand human beauty standards. he doesn’t understand the dislike around stretch marks, cellulite, big thighs, a big tummy, etc etc. knives sees those things as irrelevant to him.

- knives isn’t a man who relies on actions to express himself, and if he catches you not eating he won’t confront you at all. you will, however notice more small snacks placed in your room on your nightstand. the snacks are always ones that you’re particularly fond of, some of them being your favorite. if he sees you eating them, you’ll notice a small smile playing on his lips.

LIVIO THE DOUBLE FANG ;

- LIVIO IS CHUBBY! HE’S A BIG BOY!!!!!! SZA WROTE THAT SONG ABOUT HIM AND HIM ONLY!!!!!!

- livio is a softie, he’s such a softie for you. just looking at you makes him weak in the knees and suddenly feeling really hot. he is smitten for you, everything about you. livio could care less about you being bigger, he loves you regardless of any physical traits!

- livio is very easily flustered around you, no matter what you’re wearing. you could wear a trashbag out to dinner, and livio will be on his knees worshipping you (as usual.) he doesn’t have any favorite clothes he likes to see you in, but his favorite thing is when you’re confident and comfortable. no matter what you wear, he will be a flustered mess, sputtering out flushed compliments as he looks everywhere but you because you’re so breathtaking.

- livio loves when you wear things that make you feel good! he thinks confident is the sexiest thing in the world, especially on you. livio is intimidating to people who don’t know him, so even if you wear the most revealing thing, nobody will say anything.

- if he notices you skipping meals, he comforts you in anyway that you need. he’ll hold you to his chest, rocking you back and forth. he lets you cry, scream, whatever you need to do to feel better. when you’re ready to eat, livio will eat with you. he’ll do anything to make sure you feel good, holding your hand, letting you sit with him on the couch, nothing is too big of a request for him (especially if it means seeing you happy.)

RAZLO THE TRI-PUNISHER OF DEATH ;

(there is such a criminal lack of razlo content. i am determined to fix this btw!!!!!)

- razlo is like wolfwood but he’s so much more perverted and extroverted with it, he finds you so undeniably sexy.

- razlo is definitely a thigh and ass man. he loves slapping and squeezing your ass (with your consent of course.), and he especially loves squeezing your thighs.

- seeing you in shorts drives this man fucking wild. he will be so distracted, eyes constantly drawn to your ass and thighs as he dumbly nods and mumbles in reply. good luck talking to him because it takes him a good few minutes to even register your words, and then a few extra words to even get his words out.

- if anyone comments on your body, razlo will beat the shit out of them. he literally doesn’t care, he will destroy them. no one shit talks you like that.

- if he notices you’re skipping meals or eating less, this is when his soft side really shows for the first time. he’s an emotional softie.

- he’ll run his hands up and down your body, but with no sexual intent (at that moment.) he takes his sweet time as he presses kisses to every spot on your body. he traces his fingers on your stretch marks, and all the while he’s mumbling out praises. they’re not over the top praises, but ones like “you’re so sexy”, etc. (he’s not a softie like vash)

LEGATO BLUESUMMERS ;

(im just gonna say, i didnt like legato until i read his backstory on the wiki and now im like really sad……)

- legato is canonically gluttonous which is kinda teehee (love me a man with a big appetite)

- he appreciates someone with a big appetite its really attractive to him. he especially loves if you love food as much as he does, and you get even more points if you can COOK. legato will be at the table with a fork and knife and napkin tucked into his shirt for your food TT

- legato genuinely loves your body. everything you wear is incredibly sexy to him, it makes him insane. he’s that meme where its like “wear whatever you want, i can fight.”

- legato is so genuinely mesn to people who shit talk you. he’ll gently guide you away and use his power things whatever to snap their BONES BRO!!!!

- he’s not an affectionate or sentimental guy at all. if he catches you not eating, he will ask you to cook for him. while you’re cooking, he’ll slyly make comments about how he’s “so excited to share a meal together”, implying he wants you to eat with him.

- if you’re still not eating, legato will be like “this tastes good. here, try some.” and bring a forkful to your lips. he will make sure you take a bite, and another, and another, until his plate is gone. even if he doesnt get to eat, seeing you healthy is like the sweetest dessert.

[danrifics]

hey guys no one asked but im gonna analyse this screenshot of phil's side of the desk as seen in dan and phil are dating boys

okay lets start with the worst thing in the image and thats the PS4 with the imac resting on it??? that is such rich man behaviour and also its stressing me out why do you need your imac that high and why cant you just get something else to sit it on? also is there an xbox there? why do they just have an xbox controller sat there? what does it connect too??

still on the imac topicthe mac keyboard with a pc mouse is an interesting combo but as a magic mouse user myself i know how fucking annoying it is when they need charging so i'll actually let him off for that one

okay next i wanna talk about drinks, first full fat coke in a glass bottle is bougie as fuck drink out of a can like a normal person?? also full fat coke? disgusting! (correction its zero, point still stands) i am a diet girlie and im not afraid to admit it. then we get to the not 1 huel but 2??? why do you need 2? i looked it up and the can (never seen that one before) is a sparkling vitimin drink and the bottle is the classic food replacement one (i have seen that one) my conclusion is that this is why phil is looking so beefy recently and im not mad about it!

now lets talk about the SD cards! thats a lot but given the nature of their life it makes sense, i wonder what raw videos are living on those tho i crave that information

okay nasal spray, is a bit random but also like we stan clear sinuses and eyedrops are an essential clearly for a man who can barely see and also stares at computers all day, we stan hydrated eyes

lastly i believe the orange thing in front of the xbox controlller is phils custom pokemon card coaster which i think is cute for them but on a personal level i absolutely hate resin art and when they showed them i thought they were kinda ugly and i cant wait for someone in 100 years to find them not decomposing in a landfill <3

I have chosen not to talk about the pumpkin and the tea lights cos we all know it was for spooky week

[fatmaclover]

dream mac mcdonald:

fat. make him fat. idc the season make him fat

more little moles and freckles dotting his skin. namely his shoulders but shhhhhh

unibrow. maybe not the most prominent, maybe dennis sits him down and plucks it for him sometimes, but mac himself doesnt care that its there

a filled out beard OR that stubble from s15 i liked the s15 stubble pretty well

hes got a neckbeard going on. good.

a liiiiiittle bit of eyeliner before leaving the house. i mean like one quick swipe and a messy smudging of it and he calls it a day

MORE TATS. oh my god if only mac mcdonald didnt have to share a body with rob mcelhenney.... he would have so many, i bet his sleeves would be starting to fill out by s16.

this ones canon but i wish he wore it more. pierced left ear. yeah let everyone know your previous shame. freak

MORE RELIGIOUS STUFF!! wheres the gold chain with a cross wheres the virgin mary locket wheres his crucifixion tattoo, wheres the tattoos he got while being obsessed with stigmata. huh. cmon rcg let me design the costume for s17 mac pleaseeeeee

i do hate to admit it but the s1-2 hair is so so cute and good. i do miss it. but honestly i just hope he never slicks his hair back again. get that wicked image of ur father our of ur head bro nows not the time to have daddy issues

[quitealotofsodapop]

You know I might jsut make plus si,ex Wukong my norm, whether he's supposed to be pregnant or not. He's so cute!

I love chunky Wukong. Let this monkey be round and fluffy like a persian cat!

The minifig confirms this mf is using a corset to keep his chub in like William Shatner's girdle in Star Trek. The beach ending in S4 also shows he got some chunk on him.

I hc that he's gotten a bit chubby over the centuries (or has been since forever), but doesn't want anyone to know that professionally cus people would be saying he "let himself go" - but he likes his body! He did dream of "getting fat off fruit" with Mac all those centuries ago.

In my TMKATI au he develops a distinct "dad bod" due to the mix of raising kids + loving modern food a little too much.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Anything scruffy!vere. i miss them

"I hate this."

"Pockets you look fine," Jason said, tugging the strings on your sweater.

"I look huge-"

"No," he said, "You don't. You look healthy and just a little... fuller figured." He supposed it shouldn't be a shock. Getting you on medication meant side effects. And now you cycled between having no appetite and starving. That combined you being an adult and not a kid anymore meant you'd gained weight. It also didn't surprise him that you had issues with it. You were used to being smaller. But if he was being honest, you looked healthier this way.

"Plans are canceled I'm fat-"

"No," Jason said firmly, "You're just a little plump. And it's nice." He hugged you against his chest and kissed your head. "I can bench press the sofa. 20 or 30 pounds doesn't mean much."

You whine and he kissed your forehead tilting your chin up, "Honestly," he said crossing his heart. "You look fine. But if you think working out would help you, you know I love me an Amazon-"

"Jay."

"Just saying. I don't give a fuck what you look like as long as you're healthy and happy. This makes you unhappy, and even if I don't mind- you do and it makes me unhappy. Because you're beautiful."

You sigh and nod, thudding your head against his chest.

"Let's just go see the family, huh? Bring your guitar and we'll just go chill out."

_____________

"That sweater is so fucking cute," Stephanie said, "I love it where did you get it?"

"A thrift store I think," you answer, picking a fuzz off your sleeve. "Manic me just likes shopping."

"And sick guitar riffs," Duke said grinning, dropping onto the couch next to you.

"That one wasn't mine though," you tell him, taking a sip from your mug and letting Steph pull you against her side so she could examine your sweater. She liked to cuddle people who looked warm.

"Who wrote it then?" he asked, interested.

"Her mom," Jason answered. "The one thing Nissa was good at was music."

"Oh- I-"

"It's okay. I've been retooling a lot of her stuff. Especially the stuff she never got to use really."

"That's cool," Duke said, not sure what else to say. He knew parents were never a good subject in this house.

"I brought my guitar-"

"Did I hear Guitar?" Dick said, strolling in "Because if you wanna play me some Fleetwood Mac I'd marry you like tomorrow-"

"Hey!" Jason protested, reaching behind him to grab the hard case there he'd set it. Smiling a little at the stickers as he set it down in front of you. He knew that guitar as well as he knew Scruffy. And he couldn't count the number of times you'd both set on the steps in the train station, trying to make enough money to get a good meal.

"Yeah!" you echo, holding out your hand to show him the engagement ring.

"Papers ain't signed," Dick said teasing, dodging the pillow Jason threw at him.

[artoatsblog]

(Wakes up in a cold sweat) s-super punch out middle school au.

Birdie mac/The challenger/Toby: The new kid that wants to make friends with everyone and everything and look as cool as possible, the youngest and shortest of everyone in the class but comically strong (as in can kill someone twice his size strong) and stupid as a brick.

Gabby jay: The eccentric vice principal who wants to make sure the kids learn all they need to, even though his ways are odd to say the least, tall and wiry, wears thick square glasses.

piston hurricane: The straight man of everyone else's bs, the only times he really acts out is when it comes to the weather, if a storm is coming, he stars to become overly prepared, (Ie: the bunker is bigger than his house and it has 5 years' worth of food in it prepared), pretty average in terms of looks but has extreme braces and headgear.

Bob charley: Not stupid but defiantly naive, wants to make friends but doesn't have many social skills so just goes along with the group think and has a habit of making the group think worse, silly and goofy one may say, short and small frame, freckles. :)

Dragon Chan: Lives in his own world, thinks he's the main character of his own comic book, still kicks any problem (or anyone he doesn't like) in the face, average height and stick thin.

Masked muscle: Loner, not a bully but doesn't really enjoy...people, is having the "thinks he's smarter than all of his teachers" phase early, tall and while not fat he does have a bigger frame than most of the other kids, his "mask" is just a scarf that covers his mouth, dresses the same as a 2007 emo.

Aarin ryan: First things first, I head cannon the spo Aran and Wii Aran are two different people, second of all kid goes WILD on dodgeball, but unlike that other guy with a suspiciously similar name he plays far, ball of energy, mumbles to himself, shorter than Wii Aran and has curlier hair.

Heike Kagero: Creepy kid who sits in the back of the class and sneaks up on the other kids when there not looking, his only friends are Dragon because they don't have anyone else and Narcis because they like doing each other's makeup, skinny frame he covers up with baggy clothes.

Mad clown: Would be a bully if he cared enough, lies about what his parents do because being a literal clown probably won't help his social life, fat and has big Italian curls, same as he ma. :)

Narcis prince: rich kid who thinks there better than everyone else (so the same as usual), spoiled rotten, chubby and you can take this from my cold dead hands.

Hoy Quarlow: The principal who has no idea how kids work, wants his students to fear him (they do not), vary short only slightly taller than Challenger.

Rick bruiser: Thinks he's the most popular kid in school (He has one (1) friend (Nicky)), his favorite animals are the ones that are venomous, unironic 100 gecs fan, he's tall and fat because I can't imagine him as anything but a brick shithouse.

Nick(y) bruiser: They look scary but there just shy and have staring into your soul eyes, Them and Narcis are friends and now Narcis has a bodyguard, Basically the same height as Rick but Nick(y) is 0.3 inches taller and so Rick is jealous Nick(y) is also VARY thin (I know I just said I can't imagine Rick as not a shithouse but I think it would be cute for them to contrast each other.)