#he’s squishy??? has warm??? he’s comfy??? how could you not

[bisexual-bookman]

YOU ARE SO RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SCREAM IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS

Tiny, skinny teenage Beastboy that could never hold any weight cause of his quick metabolism (shapeshifting burns a lot of calories. plus let’s face it, he was a teenager in a house with only other teenagers and no adult supervision, dude probably didn’t have the best diet) hitting puberty late (much to his embarrassment/anger/frustration) and suddenly shooting up a foot and putting on weight OLDER BEASTBOY SHOULD HAVE BODY FAT. HE SHOULD HAVE LOVE HANDLES AND A MUFFIN TOP AND HIS GUT SHOULD HANG OVER HIS PANTS WAISTBAND!!!!!!! He would be like those strongman weight lifters that have a nice healthy layer of fat all over their bodies and you can’t see their muscles until they flex AND HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY BE COVERED IN FUR!!! LOTS OF FUR TOO!!! IT WOULD BE EVERYWHERE!! ARMS. LEGS. FACE. CHEST!!!! (And you know it would be hella soft too) AND HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY GAIN A BUNCH OF WEIGHT WHEN WINTER COMES!!

GIVE ME MIDDLE AGED BEASTBOY THAT HAS FAT THAT HAS FUR AND IS HAPPY ABOUT IT

Too many comic artists draw old Beast Boy as a ripped hunk, like dehydrated Hugh Jackman. It always ends up looking goofy as fuck and ugly to boot. Old Beast Boy should look like a hot-as-hell Big Guy with a huge tummy and a furry body to boot. Because you know that motherfucker would love making stupid puns abt being A Literal Bear.

[mikgreo]

BLLK BOYS! + “tits, boobs, or thighs?”

18+ slight nsfw, fluff.

ft. isagi, sae, aiku, reo, nagi, shidou.

a/n: im having blue lock brainrot and i cant escape them. YES, i had to write each one individually😊 kinda biased on reo.. hes my fav<3

MIGHT DO A PT. 2!!

➩ YOICHI ISAGI thighs.

he likes to think of himself as a gentleman, so he fears that staring at your ass or tits would make you uncomfortable. but from past experiences and from what hes seen, hes picked up that girls love having hands on their thighs. he loves resting his hands on your thighs and giving them an occasional squeeze. he doesnt care if your skinny, chubby, or overweight, he loves them, as much as he loves you.

“huh? honey, why are you asking me that, haha.” he scratches the back of his head, “if i had to be honest, i’d say your thighs, i love how squishy they are.”

he says as he kissed your cheek and hugged you tight, “i love you no matter what, baby <3.”

➩ ITOSHI SAE ass.

sae loves buying you expensive dresses, he likes bringing you to the fancy dinners or parties his co-workers invite him to. he loves the way the tight dresses he buys you complement your body and curves. he has you close by at all times and is very possessive of you, he finds himself holding you under his “wing” and putting his hands on your waist. he knows what he has and isnt scared to show it off, but he also knows youll be facing him the whole time, so he likes to show off his girl.

“hm. probably yer ass.” he said having the same nonchalant look on his face. “i like having those old geezers have something, they wish they could get, to look at. makes em reaal jealous. makes me the best for having such a beauty by my side.”

“i like showing off my trophies.”

➩ OLIVER AIKU tits.

aiku has a guilty pleasure of sucking on your boobs, he denies having a mommy kink, but he thinks it would be so fucking hot getting you pregnant and sucking milk out of your tits. hes not picky, but he prefers bigger boobs, he likes laying his head on them also, while fondling them.

“i hate to admit, but i fuckin’ love your tits, babe.” he looks up at you while he has his head on your chest.

“they’re jus so damn squishy and round, they sit so pretty, luv.”

➩ MIKAGE REO thighs.

growing up around money and wealthy people, the rich women he would encounter had always had some sort of plastic surgery/ procedure done, which he hated. he wanted a woman who had natural beauty, and a naturally beautiful personality to go with that. so when he met you, he fell in love, of course he couldn’t immediately act on it, not only fearing his parents disapprovement but he was scared that you would only like him for his money. but you guys hit it off just fine (a/n: i will prob write a fic ab this later, teehee.) present time, he is so inlove with you, he likes that you have natural features, of course paying no mind that you wear makeup or not, he loves you for you. he likes your thighs because its the only thing he knows a woman cant change about herself, he likes the naturalness that comes with them.

“Well, i love your thighs baby.. probably because i love laying on them, and i love how warm they are. so comfy too.” he kisses the top of your head.

“.. and cus i know thats the only thing you cant change about yourself so they’re mine forever<3.”

➩ SEISHIRO NAGI tits.

why? cus he likes the erocticness of them. (a/n: is that a word??) hes seen many video games with big busted women, so he’s always found them attractive, nagi also thinks its too much of a hassle to focus on anything else on the body, naturally boobs are the most prominent feature on a girls body, they easily stand out. so he just went with that. he personally likes to lay on them, alot. nagi would prefer smaller chested girls, mainly because he thinks theyre adorable, he would definitely belittle you because of it, since he is so used to seeing women with big boobs, he thinks small ones are less overwhelming, but cute.

“mm, probs yer boobs. i like the way they feel, like stress balls, i like that theyre not big, but not too small. theyre just right for me. theyre cute.”

he definitely was confused on why you were blushing but also mad at him. no girl wants her boyfriend to tell her she has a small chest!!!

➩ RYUSEI SHIDOU ass.

shidou loves slapping your ass. in public? hes gripping it. private? cupping it. around his friends? slapping it. there will never be a time where hes not doing something with your butt. this man is a sucker for doggy, and backshots, o how he loves them. he definitely makes u do reverse cowgirl as well. definitely unironically says “gyat” to you..

will eat ur butt. will do anal. hes that freaky..

“you seriously asking me dis? obviously yer fucking butt dude i love it, i could go onnn and on about how soft and jiggly it is. level 5 gyat mama.” he winked at you turning around, crouching down to get something from the fridge. you sprinted over to him just to slap his butt for revenge.. he did not like that. lets just say u wont he walking anytime soon!!

[forkloverr]

Hi! <3

I saw your Jim headcanons in time of crisis, and boy i’m glad! They were very nice and i loved them. I’m kinda having a bit of a bad day, the usual, so…

I wanted to kinda request some headcanons (or one-shot, whatever works for you) of Jim Hawkins with a sad gn! (or fem if you’d prefer that) reader. Just they’re very emotional, crying some, watching sad childhood movie scenes (cough Married Life from Up cough) and just needing some comfort and reassurance.

So sorry to bother, i wasn’t totally sure if your requests are open so i wanted to give it a shot, no pressure to write this whatsoever! You could literally just write something soft for Jim and i would be over the moon. Remember to take care of yourself first! <3

hello love! thank you so much, i'm so sorry you're having a bad day :( and don't worry! i love getting requests <3 i hope this is alright, i adore this idea, thank you 🤍 (take care as well!!)

What. A. Disaster. Not only are the skies filled with an unpleasant and dreary forecast, but you totally failed today's test at the Academy. Everything this past week--no- month has gone wrong. Unbearable sadness and stress have been building up inside you- with no outlet to escape. You can barely think a coherent thought. All that occupies your mind is the burning question: "when will it get better?" As you trudge through the squishy, muddy, path home, an idea strikes you. If you had one wish in the world, it would be to go back to being a kid. No responsibilities, besides chores of course. No anxiety, no sadness, just glee and bliss. (or so your mind believes) One way to live that dream is to re-watch your favorite childhood classics. Yes- that's it! That'll cheer you up for sure, who doesn't love those movies? Maybe this day would take a turn for the better. You enter your shared apartment, making sure not to bring in mud on the fresh floor. Tossing your bag on the floor, you make your way to the shower. The LAST thing you want is to catch a cold. The warm water wraps around you like a big toasty hug, giving you at least a couple minutes of serenity. But as soon as you step out, the only warmth is the steam on your mirror. And the sadness returns. After drying your hair, you slip into your precious comfy pajamas and make your way to your bedroom. Your covers greet your body, and you're ready to relax and reopen memories that haven't resurfaced in years. You decide to put on "Upward," (wink wink) you remember watching this movie every night as a kid. A perfect pick. Everything was fine, your body was melted into the mattress, the lights were off, soft pillows surrounding you, until that scene came on. Oh. What you didn't remember is just how heartbreaking this movie actually is. Your sugarcoated nostalgia charmed you to pick a movie you thought would make you feel better, which in turn, made you feel worse. So. So. So much worse. The screen became blurry, blocked out by the tears swelling in your eyes. That was your breaking point. All of the sorrow and pain built up comes rushing out, a neverending collection of tears stroking your face. Hiccups, sobs, and whimpers escape your lips, and the sadness completely swallows you up. That is, until your loving boyfriend, Jim, opens your door. "Hey star, just wanted to let you know I'm home." He gently speaks, peering through the small crack in the door. All he hears is the soft hum of a movie, and... sobs? "Star?? Are you alright?" His voice now has a tone of concern. He enters the dim room, eyes trailing up to your crying figure. "oh..." Jim rushes to your side, slipping under the covers with you. You lean your head on him, only wanting to be held by him. He holds your body like you're porcelain, caressing you as you cry into his arms. "Do you... want to talk about it?" He softly whispers into your ear. The only response he gets is a choked-back sob. "I'm guessing not. That's ok, you don't have to talk." He pauses. "I'm here for you, I always will be. I know what abandonment feels like, and I want you to know whatever you're going through, I'll always be by your side." Your dry yet also tear-stained eyes look up and meet his loving eyes, then you cry even harder because he's just amazing, more than you could ever ask for. You cling to his shirt, afraid if you let go he'll fade away, like a dream gone too soon. Jim rubs his hand along your back, tracing shapes and patterns in an attempt to soothe you. (spoiler alert: it's working) You swallow dryly as the sobs finally stop, finally feeling that sleepy sensation you get after a good cry. The calm after the storm. You snuggle your head into his chest, collecting the warmth radiating from him. Before you can thank Jim, or even actually say a word, your eyes heavily close, and your breaths mirror the beginning of sleep. Jim notices this shift, and chuckles softly. "Even stuffy and red, you're still my beautiful star.." --☆--☆--☆--☆--☆--☆--☆--☆--☆--☆--☆--

[leaentries]

jack hughes x chubby!reader headcanons

a/n- this has been a long time coming. also i want to apologize i’ve been kinda MIA recently, i’ve just been super busy with life!

SFW & NSFW under the cut!

SFW

i’ve discussed this briefly, but i think jack found his love for the chub on accident.

like he never thought he’d be into it, until next thing he knows, he can’t get enough of your rolls and curves

thinks they are so warm and squishy

loves to nestle and bury his face in your plushy tummy cause it’s just so so soft and comfy. definitely the type to lay all his weight on you and take a nap for hours.

you are his favorite place to sleep, so get used to it. he will actually just fall asleep on you everywhere, and i mean everywhere.

he loves your boobs. and everything about them.

how squishy and warm they are, how even though they don’t fit right or look perfect in everything you wear they still somehow manage to poke out a bit. he is super into the way they spill out slightly near the crease of your arm and shoulders. he’s so weak for your tits, bro.

sometimes if you are wearing a low-cut shirt or tank top and your boobs are showing he will literally just poke them

same goes for the cute rolls on your sides. dude loooooves them side rolls. he loves to grab, poke, squeeze, squish, bite, you name it.

his favorite thing is to sneak up behind you and grab your sides and tickle you, what an asshole.

being able to do little domestic things with you has his heart doing flips. like being able to buy groceries with you, cooking you dinner (when he tries), cleaning the apartment, he loves it all

he especially loves being able to wake up with you in the morning. the way your body keeps him warm. he’ll grab your round hips and pull you into his frame as far as you can possibly be. the type of guy to want to crawl into your skin, yk?

he’s just such a softie cuddly love bug when it comes to you. he can go from 😠 to 🥺😍 in a matter of seconds when you walk into the room

although we ALL know that he isn’t just a softie. baby boy knows how to fight. aho can attest to that firsthand.

i dare anyone to say anything bad about you in front of him, he’s immediately jumping to defend you. let someone say something to him on the ice? he’s dropping the gloves and helmet immediately.

his mood depends on your mood. if you’re not happy, he’s not happy. if you’re cranky, he’s cranky. he will do anything to see you happy and see your cute chubby cheeks light up with that gorgeous smile he lives for.

NSFW

as i’ve already established, he loves your tits.

so it’s only natural that he’s very big into playing with your boobs during any kind of sexual act.

BOOB JOBS. he will lose it in 30 secs. ngl he used to get embarrassed about how quickly your boobs could make him cum, until he realized the power trip it gave you and how good you felt that you could do that to him with just your tits.

but don’t worry, just the sight of your heavy breasts covered in his release is enough to get him hard again.

his favorite position is cowgirl. i know, i know, cliche. BUT he gets to feel all your weight on top of him AND see your tits bounce in his face. dude is in heaven.

he loves to hold your hips in place and fuck up into you 😋 he’s just so silly like that

#1 goal is to get you so fucked out to the point where you can’t hold yourself up anymore and collapse into him cause he just loves the feeling of your soft rolls against his stomach and chest.

hickeys, hickeys, and more hickeys. wants to cover you in head to toe with them. disclaimer- you better invest in a good concealer

[greetingsfromuranus]

What qualities do you like about Double D the most?

Soooo so many things I love about him - I often think about how soft his skin would be, like his cheeks are all soft and squishy, and his neck is probably so delicate and warm, his skin would probably be a bit clammy (he's so anxious and riled up all the time....) but not in an unpleasant way, it's just how he is lol. He's definitely one of those people with really cold hands and other extremities, but a warm enough torso

I love the way his face stretches when he smiles! I love seeing all the different shapes he takes but his smile is my favorite :3 how do I describe it- he isn't lumpy or anything, but he just has so many interesting moving parts, I love how his cheeks stick out and his chin sticks out and his jaw behind his ear sticks out, and his lil eye lines/eye bags, and of course his tooth gap! Big ol teeth...... He's just so wonderful to look at and I wish I could give him a big kiss on the forehead... boop his nose while I'm at it.... he's shaped all awkward like a newborn kitten or and I love it

I love how long he is! Lanky lil ferret creature, like a cat, or a weasel, or a salamander! I like the salamander comparison best, I've studied their anatomy before and it ready fits Double D the best..... They're all lanky and squiggly and flexible just like Double D ^w^

I really like Edds funky posture, he has such a cute lil belly and messed up scoliosis back lol..... like he's all tall and thin compared to everyone else but he's still fleshy and soft >u< like you can see his ribcage and spine poking out, but he still has a big kitten belly... I just wanna hold and squish him! his limbs are all lanky and awkward, but theyre more like that of a delicate baby bird than a bony human!

Also... cute butt........ squishy squishy 🤤🤤 LOL I know it's probably just his big ol shorts but it's still cute..... I love how all his clothes are so big on him! It's adorable!! I can imagine all the textures so vividly.... his outfits are def 10/10 comfy ^^ I love how he just wears knee/thigh high socks, it's very cute and funny, I also wear socks that go up to my shorts sometimes and it is VERY comfy when they fit well.

I also love his tiny lil legs and the way he walks/runs! They go pitter patter as he skitters around like a dachshund or a lizard a a funky lil bug!

And I really like the way he handles his energy... ill start with describing the other eds first!

With Ed, his energy is sort of consistently radiating out, he has an IMMENSE amount of power and imagination in there, but he's big enough to handle it. It seeps out like radiation from a 10 ton brick of uranium.

With Eddy, he has more explosive tendencies, he's short and stout, which makes it harder for him to hold everything in, but he tends to compress it all down into a little ball. He's extremely volatile and reactive, you set him off and BOOM it all explodes out! His little body just can't handle anything new, he's already backed up with so much repressed emotion that there just isn't room for anything new. His explosions are like dynamite, or a star that got too much mass and imploded on itself.

Now Edd is the Anxiety Creature™, his energy is also volatile in nature, but I guess he's more electric, or like plasma. It's the kind of heat that's so hot it starts to feel cold again, like coming inside from the snow, turning the bath faucet to the hottest temp and butting your feet right under it. The difference between him and eddy is that Double D isn't able to hold anything down, as soon as it's created it's let out into the world, however that may be. He wears his emotions on his sleeve, expresses any and all fear, excitement, disgust, and affection he feels because he just doesn't have the volume to hold any of it in. He creates huge amounts of energy, and there's nowhere for it to go but out into the world! His tiny body just can't hold it all in.... it's hard to find a comparison like the other two, something so small with so much energy.... his energy sorta functions like the sun, once you look at it up close.

Here's a diagram I made to visualize it better, (it looks better on computer than phone) I feel like Edds colors are different based on whatever emotion he's expressing, but theyre always bright, whipping out like pink and yellow and blue solar flares. Eddy's are definitely more firey and messy than what i drew, think dynamite mixed with a supernova.

I've been writing this post all morning, and I think im gonna call it here for now lol. I will add some stuff about Double D's personality later lol.

[thetinycrab]

Happy vore day!

A tiny resting on Eddie's stomach. He chuckles at their little arms stretching wide, hugging the soft pudge. The giant lays a hand over them like a blanket, feels them sink into it ever so slightly.

The tiny lifts their head, and for a second he's about to let them up when they lean back down. Miniscule lips press a smooch, so small he can barely feel it through his shirt, but he does and his breathing stops. When they look up his eyes are wide and they're sparkling in wonder.

They smile and nuzzle into him - Eddie's always been such a softy, so gently affectionate. It's time someone else returned the favor.

Trying to hold onto his rapidly fading nonchalance, Eddie clears his throat. "Comfy?"

"Yeah. It's nice and soft. Could lie on it forever."

The thought makes his cheeks warm. He'd like that. He'd like that very much.

His stomach lets out a grumble and he feels them bury their face in it. It's like they're trying to burrow in and chase the noise to its source. Who knows, maybe they are. Their obvious love for the sound leaves him speechless and flustered. Still, he can't help but ask. "The noises bothering you?"

A soft laugh sounds out. "No. I like em."

"...yeah?"

The softness of his voice makes them look up. "Yeah. It kinda, rumbles in my ear. Nice and low, like a hum. Makes me feel small. Safe...."

Eddie lets out a soft breath of a laugh, pressing them closer on instinct so they don't get jostled around. It's all flusteredness and shock. And before he can even try to take control back they look up with those little eyes.

"Can I...?"

Once the question sinks in a wide grin stretches across his face, so big it almost hurts. He's blushing. He knows he is. He doesn't mind all too much, though.

The hand keeping them against his smooth skin now scrunches and plucks them up by the back of their shirt. He dangles them above their maw. "You always know how to butter me up."

Eddie opens up, just wide enough to let them in. His teeth just poke out from behind his lips, his tongue pressing against the edges of the bottom row as if it can't wait. It forms a slick and squishy ramp, leading them into Eddie's maw until they're completely surrounded. They roll over onto their stomach just in time to see the light fade as his lips close.

The tongue bucks, rolling them gently and coating them until they're drenched. Eddie tilts his head back, presses his fingers to his throat, and gulps.

They make a nice bump on the way down. He can feel them slipping pass his collarbone, behind his heart, his esophagus squeezing them down. The moment they hit his stomach he's flooded with warm nerves that go all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes.

Eddie slumps, his hands resting over his stomach while his knees come up. His body is curling around them, protecting them. And he can just barely feel them getting comfortable. "You alright in there?"

They smile. They'll never get over how Eddie's voice rumbles all around them. "I'm okay!" They can't see it, but Eddie has a dumb smile on his face at how their little voice is coming from inside him.

The walls are slick and have a slight give, but they know it holds firm. Somewhere up above Eddie's heart beats strongly. It only adds to the white noise - all around them are quiet gurgles that they'd never be able to hear on the outside. Eddie's stomach rocks slightly with his breathing.

They scoot over to the wall, nestling against the folds and halfway laying on it. The next groan is long and low. It makes the wall vibrate and, pressed against it like this, the rumbles travel deep into their bones. They let out a small shudder and press into the squishy flesh, trying to chase it.

Meanwhile, on the outside, Eddie is content to bask in all these feelings. Wonder at having a person inside of him, love that they trust him enough to do this, awe for the amount of trust and how they liked it so much. Each time they nuzzle into him it sends another flutter of warmth and protectiveness through his nerves. He feels like the center of the world. Or, more accurately, that he has the center inside of him and he's been trusted as its guardian - a position he relishes with his entire being.

[barbatoskisser]

For non moots as few as you are or if ur a moot and you havent talked to me in a sec: squishy / soft is a compliment from me! Its not like a euphanism for being like nico avacado before he lost weight. I am simply saying that you look like, in my mimd, like someone who would give warm and comfy hugs. This is a synamon ...synnonom...hold on how do u spell

This word! For huggable! Which honestly has the same definition but huggable is more direct! And hugs, in my opinion, are very important and nice and awesom3

And if i could have forty every ten mins orso thatd be great honestly. I crave them. Gimme. I am like the epitime of non hugged. I do not get hugged anymore bc apparently my parente deem me unworthy now that im legally an adult. My supply is soley from internet hugs.

Im saying this bc i wanna hit all my mutuals someday soon with a huggable badge bc honestly you all are very squishy and soft !!!

[goldemas1244]

Yautja Husband with a wife who loves expensive purchases 🤎

(Notice: First time doing this. I know it's not ENTIRELY relatable but the idea popped into my head and I just couldn't go to bed. It's more self-indulgency than anything but I love thinking about Yautjas who are respectfully terrified of their ooman companions.)

(Notice P2: I know the title says wife but that's up to you! Yautja probably don't mind narrative changes, and I sure don't either!)

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So you just married a retired hunter. He's been through some injuries, he's old, he's bored... the reason doesn't matter. What matters is, he's somehow loaded, be it with Earth currency or his planet's own.

Of course he expects a high-maintenance wife. I mean, you're an ooman and they're very squishy so they need a lot of stuff.

So when you bring him to the mall to buy stuff, let's just say he's resigned and will buy anything for you.

What he doesn't expect though, is how much you can actively BLEED from him.

Bakery purchases that disappear in two days time would amount to at least fifty bucks.

Most of them would be your favourite pastries (and a few treats for hubby too because you feel like he needs more than the cake he naturally has).

Onwards, the clothes store wasn't a big deal but you DID get yourself a new leather jacket and wallet and handbag and shoes...

Up to a thousand or more in purchases and he's already starting to worry. Is this a rite-of-passage type thing? A chance to prove how worthy he is as a mate? A chance to show off how much he cares?

Well he doesn't care because seeing your little ooman smile takes all the financial pain away.

Then you head on over for new towels and blankets and pillows.

He thinks you already have a lot back at home but hoarding is a common Yautja custom and he gets to keep his own collections so why would he judge yours?

Then you're off to the bookstore.

Oh boy.

Oh boy.

Oh boy.

He has never known pure terror unlike that day.

That moment.

When he sees you lifting STACKS of literature effortlessly.

Not just short stories and novels, mind you. No, you're an addict and there's no 6-up 5-oh here.

So when he sees you stroll up to him with the thickest stack of books he's ever seen in his life (twice as thick and almost as tall as him!) his mandibles open wide in shock.

He knew his waifuu was strong but this?

This was a whhole new level.

He watched as you glazed over him into the counter.

His hands begin to shake as he pulls out his credit card.

This was thrice as much as the bakery and other misc. purchases combined.

He's traumatised.

BUT. REMEMBER. HE'S A YAUTJA.

So he pays for your stuff with the shakiest hands you've seen him with.

He attempts to lift the stacks of books but he almost collapses under its weight. You take it from him instead, suggesting that he only lifts the other stuff they bought. He is far too happy to oblige.

On the way back home, as you're happily sleeping in the car (or whatever spaceship you two got legal permit for), he starts to question reality.

He believes you're THE strongest being in the universe. No Kiande Amedha could stand against you. Not even the Queen. Not even the Queen-Mother.

He marvels at your strength and analyses your purchases. You've got a thing for warm and savoury tastes. You've always been comfy with your old stuff but you wouldn't mind a change in scenery. You're a drug addict on a serious high. Nothing could top that.

Turns out oomans aren't so fragile after all. You could lift him with zero exertion. His admiration for you multiplies tenfold.

You two spend a lot of bonding time together after that and you didn't even lay a single cent on purchases for the next three months. You have captured his utmost respect in a way he had never even thought of prior.

He awaits any future shopping trips with anxiety and a twice-loaded wallet though. Yautja learn from their mistakes very fast.

[eldritchnoms]

A calm moment

After a long and hard day two boyfriends, eldritch god and magician, are having a well deserved rest, with one of them being inside the other, enjoying the odd scenery, and questioning his tastes and reasons.

Fandom: Identity V

Words: 1300

         Glowing walls were softly churning, pulsing a bit around him. Slime dripped from the squishy flesh and down on him and around, pooling underneath the man, soaking his clothes. And all he was doing is just lying there, relaxing as his gloved hand gently rubbed odd looking folds, with tiny tendrils and villi-looking sprouts growing out of them. Walls were so fluffy, so cozy to just cuddle with, and the soft gurgling and growling were really soothing and pleasant to the ear… Especially after such a long and tiring, absolutely exhausting day of running away from Hunters, hiding, and getting kicked around by both said Hunters and sometimes even your fellow Survivors- A comfy gut was a more welcoming company than some people at this point.

         “Are you doing alright in there, Servie?” the eldritch god asked, carefully rubbing his belly over where his boyfriend was, “If you are worried or even scared you can always ask me to spit you out.”

         “No no, Has, I’m completely fine.” Magician answered, smiling as tendrils carefully wrapped around his hand. He gently rubbed them, pinching playfully, and watched them squirm, “It’s so nice in here… Warm and soft… I never would’ve imagined you have such comfy guts.” Servais chuckled.

         “Ah, yes-“ Feaster carefully rubbed his belly, blushing, “I wanted this to be a nice experience for you, even if a little odd. I rarely get to just hold people safely within me, everyone is always scared.”

         Well, it was understandable why people were scared, but Servais didn’t speak out, he didn’t want to upset his boyfriend in any way. He rubbed a wall again, brushing his hand through tendrils and enjoying the fluffy feeling. How weird… A couple of years ago Hastur scared his heart out every time he’d encounter him, be it around the manor or in the match. Servais tried to avoid him, like he did with mostly everyone- But it was different, this was an eldritch god, the being that thirsted for knowledge and could cause chaos. Feaster is a very tall and powerful being, both when it comes to brute strength and intelligence. His face is nothing, but a thick cosmic mist with cat-like eyes, his legs were massive tendrils that also acted like extra hands when necessary, and his body was covered in sand-yellow, tattered robes. It was a scary sight for anyone at first, and Servais wasn’t an exception. But here he is now- Sitting inside one of the god’s stomachs, relaxing as he listens to the gurgling, and enjoying the cradling the churning creates. It’s nice… really… Who would’ve thought that He out of all people would come to the point he’d willingly ask someone to eat him-?

         “Hastur?” Servais gently kneaded a wall.

         “Yes, dear Servais?”

         “Why do you think I enjoy being within you?” he asked. It was a question he could never form a proper answer to. Yes, it was cozy, soft and warm, but that felt like it wasn’t enough-

         “Well, that is not a simple question, at least for a human mind, since it often denies things it enjoys out of fear of being judged or belittled.” Feaster started, laying down carefully on a bed, belly pressed against a soft mattress to make Magician feel hugged, “But I can answer this for you.” he gently rubbed his belly, while Servais nuzzled a soft wall, blushing as tendrils gently rubbed his face and brushed against his beard, “Despite everything you say you actually enjoy being eaten, because you feel safe and protected within me. Yes, you love how warm and soft this place is, you love it when I taste your body all over, lapping for any flavor that your body can give. You love it when my gullet squishes and pulses around you as it sends you down to my depths towards a fleshy, warm sack. You love the churning my stomachs provide, love the warm slime and soft enclosure. But your main point is feeling protected within these squishy walls, and the dim light they produce. It is like resting in a best kind of bed with fairy lights set up around you, all for you to have a wonderful sleep and forget about all the problems the world tries to throw at you. Nothing and no one can touch or harm you here. No one can judge or accuse you of horrible things. You are just within someone who cherishes you and who is ready to cover you and give you love, respect and protection.”

         Magician went silent. He looked at the pattern on a wall. They looked like tentacles reaching to the starry sky, spreading from the ground that looked like spilled paint… He carefully traced his fingers over it, feeling sorrowful on his heart… Servais felt a gentle rub against him, curling up and pressing himself against the spot as he thought of everything that happened to him before he entered the manor, and of everything that happened in it…

         “You are seeking love, Servais Le Roy. And being inside me means that you can stay as close to me as it is physically possible. It is like a very close and personal hug.” Hastur purred, patting his belly.

         Well… Now that he says it like this Magician couldn’t say it’s not true… It all was true, and as much as Servais would like to deny it – he just simply couldn’t. And didn’t actually want to… He planted a gentle kiss against a sensitive, bumpy spot and rubbed around it carefully.

         “Thank you, Hastur…” he whispered, nuzzling the fluffy walls like they were a pillow, “Thank you so much… I… I really needed this…”

         God tilted his head, pressing his belly against a mattress again before flipping over on his back and hugging it with tenties, massaging and stroking to give more comfort to the man.

         “Servie. You really should talk with me more openly. I can feel the great disturbance inside your soul that itches for help, yet you do not let it get it.” God said, not sounding judgmental at all.

         “I know… I know… I just don’t think I’m ready yet… It’s quite a lot of heavy things I will need to bring up and talk through, and I just don’t think I can do it right now… Maybe later, once I work it all out…” Magician sighs.

         “…I do understand you, Servais.” god nods, “But when you will be ready – remember, I will always be here to help you and support you no matter what obstacles will stay on my path. I will help you to go through anything, because I love you more than anything.” Hastur curled up on his side, hugging his belly.

         “I love you too, Hassie…” Servais smiled, giving a bump another kiss, which made walls light up a bit more and blush, “Have I told you how much I love your guts? It’s like a light show in here~” Magician chuckled, and so did Feaster, saying that yes, Servais did mention it before, but even hearing it for the hundredth time still made Hastur’s core warm up.

         “So, Servie?” Hastur started after some time of silence, “Would you like to stay there for now or continue your way down my system?”

         “Hmmm. Nah, I’m too lazy to move right now. Your guts are a literal labyrinth!” Servais giggled, patting the floor, “I want to just rest here for now. But if you will need to feel free to spit me out.”          “Please, you do not bother me or cause any uncomfortable feelings. You can calmly rest down there~” Hastur hummed, patting his belly before reaching for a book to read while relaxing, listening to his belly groan around his plump boyfriend, and enjoying a rare calm moment.

[daydreamingnightscreaming]

October Prompt - #1 Ruffled Hair

Lost in thought, I sat in his chair. The same chair he stayed for years. It was worn and warm. I finally snapped out of it when a tear fell from my eyes. Wiping my eyes, I adjusted how I was sitting, now hugging my knees to my chest.

I have always been told that time heals the heart, but so far time has made being here so much harder. I closed my eyes. They burned so much from exhaustion and tears. Seems I had fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes, it was dark outside. Confused, I sighed and set my feet to the shaggy green carpet.

This house hasn't changed since I was young. Not only was the carpet dated, the walls were the very popular fake wooden panels, popcorn ceilings, our couches weren't a set either. One was floral and the other blue and white striped. You could say the only thing that somewhat seems in place was the chair. A big comfy, squishy, chocolate brown recliner.

Smirking, remembering all the Christmas' here, I decided it was time for me to get up and stretch. Forcing myself up, I stepped into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. I glanced at the clock, 7:43pm. Holding the cup close to my face, more tears threatened to fall.

I miss you.

Turning around, I dropped my mug at what was in front of me. The recliner was facing away from me and there was someone sitting in it. I was just there, I didn't hear anyone come in, these floors aren't forgiving. They creak under the weight of a mouse. But there someone was, in the chair, facing the fireplace. When did I start a fire?

"Hello?" Carefully, I walked around the chair.

There he was.

"Hey girl, isn't it almost time for bed for you?" his voice the same, his eyes just looked tired.

Shakily, "Dad?"

"What's wrong? Come here, let me look at you." he waved me over.

Hesitantly, I moved Infront of the chair. He sat there, like all the times before, worn out jeans, his grease covered shirt, dusty boots on the carpet. Mom used to yell at him for not leaving them out on the porch.

"Pumpkin, why are you crying?"

I hadn't realize I was sobbing, my eyes stinging, my face red, my chest hurt. Panicking, I fell to my knees trying not to hyperventilate. He sat up and put his large hands on my shoulders. Looking up at him, I felt like a child all over again. When I would wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night, I always knew I could find my dad right there in that chair.

"I miss you so much, daddy"

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I haven't gone anywhere." he tried reassuring me

"but you did!" I sobbed, "you left me!"

He slid to his knees and held me to his chest and in barely a whisper said, "I have never left you. I will never leave you. Whenever you need me, I will be right here in this chair, arms open, and I will hold you until the tears stop and you fall asleep."

Eventually, my heart calmed down, the tears slowed down, and I could breathe.

"I love you, dad."

I felt his hand ruffle my hair, like he did when I was a kid.

"I love you, Pumpkin."

Sighing, I opened my eyes. Dad was gone, the fireplace cold, some light coming from the window. I glanced into the kitchen, there my coffee was on the table, still steaming. Quickly I looked at the clock, 6:24pm.

I wondered to the hall bathroom, so I could splash some water in my face. Taking a deep breath, I looked into the mirror. The top of my hair was a frizzy mess. That's when I knew, what I just had experienced, truly happened. I shuffled my way to the kitchen to grab my coffee and sat back down in the warm and worn chair. I sipped my coffee and took a breath. This is my new nightly hug.

[fruitcoops]

hi eve! thinking about how haz said sirius showers at night bc then he can cuddle up with an already cozy & warm remus, would you write something about that?

Always. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

Running water rushed in the back of Remus’ mind in a backdrop to the rustle of turning pages. It was a quiet scene—the action had all tumbled out two chapters prior, and now it was all waterfalls and moss and the soft rain coming down outside his window. He shifted his feet below the blankets and sighed as his back found a squishy spot in the pillow, taking the tension out with it.

The sound of water sprinkled to a stop; Remus smiled to himself, but didn’t bother glancing up. He knew the pattern by heart.

The story continued along its winding path as the protagonist and his company moved down the riverbank and found a secluded grove in the neighboring woods. They set up camp beneath the canopy of the pine trees, staking their tent into the soft needle-leaves with few lines of witty banter. They were tired. Remus could relate.

Steam rolled into the bedroom when the bathroom door opened and Remus silently scooted aside to make room as a warm, shower-fresh body settled in next to him, then shuffled closer against his side. Sirius was still damp; he smelled faintly of oranges as his lips brushed Remus’ cheek. “Lights out?”

Remus hummed noncommittally.

“One more chapter?”

“Smart man,” he mumbled, earning a quiet laugh from Sirius that made him smile.

Strong arms wound around his waist and Sirius laid his head on Remus’ thigh, his half-dry hair just curling at the ends. Remus reached down blindly and twirled one loose lock around his finger—Sirius made a contented noise. “Remember to turn la lampe off.”

“Shh.”

“That good, eh?”

Remus moved his hand from Sirius’ hair to cover his mouth loosely; he felt him grin before a light kiss pressed against his palm, and traced the corner of Sirius’ mouth with his thumb. “I’ll just be a couple minutes.”

“Take your time.” Sirius closed his eyes and nuzzled the soft flannel of Remus’ pajama pants. “I’ll be here.”

They sat in relative quiet as Remus finished the last few pages, still combing gentle lines through Sirius’ hair. The water had made it inky black and a little shiny in the dim light—Remus half-expected his fingers to come away soot-streaked with each motion. But Sirius remained still and cozy as his blinks grew slower and slower.

Remus slipped his bookmark out of the back few pages and marked his spot, then closed the book and set it aside. Sirius’ whole face was relaxed, and only his lazy tugging at the drawstring of Remus’ pants showed signs that he was still conscious. Remus traced the edge of one collarbone beneath the loose neckline of Sirius’ sleep shirt and received a kiss on the wrist for his troubles. “Baby?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I lay down?”

Sirius made a lower, crankier noise and Remus snorted.

“I’m gonna have to move you.”

His lower lip slipped out in a pout and Remus poked it with his thumb; Sirius glared up at him with one sleepy eye. “Reste.”

“I’ll stay, but I’m not sleeping like this.”

“I’m comfy.”

“Clearly.”

Sirius turned his face into the blankets rucked up around Remus’ thighs and groaned, then shifted until Remus could lay flat before plastering himself to his side once again and letting his head weigh heavy on Remus’ chest. “Reste.”

“I am.”

“La lampe.”

Remus rolled his eyes with a fond smile and fumbled a hand up to smack the lamp switch. The room fell into darkness and Sirius made a happy sound, rubbing his face against Remus’ sternum. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re an awful lot like a cat?”

“Non.”

“You are.” The arm draped across his middle gave him a playfully threatening squeeze and Remus bit his lip, rubbing circles between Sirius’ shoulder blades. Steam from Sirius’ shower still fogged up the top three inches of the window; outside, the whole world was blurred by the storm. Remus let his cheek fall into Sirius’ damp hair and closed his eyes with a deep breath. “You smell nice. Like soap.”

“’s the good kind from the market.”

“Suits you.”

Sirius’ ankles tangled with Remus’ own until every inch of their bodies was pressed together under the heavy blankets. He radiated warmth—Remus splayed his hand flat over Sirius’ back and felt his steady heartbeat. “Glad you think so,” came the sleepy murmur a moment later.

Remus kissed his forehead. His head was foggy from reading for so long; there was no point in fighting the drowsiness, not when he could feel Sirius drifting off against him. Every limb was heavy. “Night, baby.”

Sirius let out a slow exhale through his nose and tucked his hand around the side Remus’ ribcage. “Fais de beaux rêves, mon loup.”

In the morning, Remus didn’t even remember falling asleep.

[tinyjeanmarco]

Your bertl domestic hcs were so wonderful. If your requests are still open could I get Reiner domestic hcs please? And no rush!!

domestic reiner hc’s!

note: hello! yes, i love reiner sm 😭 he just makes my heart explode. i made these modern setting, i hope that’s okay! please enjoy! (●ˇ∀ˇ●) ♡

reiner x gn!reader

warnings: none.

reiner is a big teddy bear. he is very squishy and comfy to lay on. one of the best of the aot men to cuddle with.

his skin is so soft because he makes sure to moisturize his entire body instead of just a few parts.

he loves giving you his clothes to borrow. he thinks you look so cute wearing them and he likes the idea of you smelling like him.

sometimes will ask if he can borrow your clothes.

“hey baby? is it okay if you gave me one of your hoodies too?”

YES REINER, TAKE AS MANY AS YOU WANT, HONEY.

okay, speaking of honey, reiner would call you that all the time! he would also whip out a ton of other pet names. sweetheart, sweetie, darling, love, etc.

he melts and swoons when you call him those kinds of names right back!

reiner is the boyfie who will pick you up and spin you around if he hasn’t seen you in a while (that being a minimum of two days).

sneaks kisses any opportunity he can. he will lean over the center console of the car to steal a kiss when you stop at a red light.

sometimes reiner will stop by a bakery or café on his way home from work, and will bring you a cupcake. he likes bringing you sweet treats to enjoy with him.

this man loves candles, you cannot change my mind. he will always come home with a new one like, “babe! look at this new candle i got!”

he’s so precious, i swear. if you’re the one who buys a candle to surprise him? he will give you the biggest bear hug, holding you so tight you might pop. 

candles just make him so excited!

reiner is the guy who hears a song he really likes, thinks you would like, or that reminds him of you, and will send it to you. he just texts you a spotify link and tells you it made him think of you.

he would also be the one who suggests you get a shared spotify premium account and split the cost, that way he can make playlists for you all the time.

he will find any way to compliment you when he gets the chance to. you’re literally in sweatpants lounging around? expect a “baby, you look so good right now.”

like?? reiner? i’m not dressed up?

he just loves how you look no matter what. dressing comfy is so attractive to him because you’re just.. being comfy.

he loves it especially when you’re wearing his sweatpants! it makes his heart explode with fondness.

he will constantly tell you how proud he is of you if he notices you’re really stressed out lately. reiner loves supporting you and making sure you know that you’re doing a great job.

he will also offer to take baths with you, using the bath bombs you guys have stored for when one of you is particularly struggling or stressed out.

his favorite ones are the glittery ones. they’re so pretty and they make him feel pretty. 

let reiner be pretty if he wants to! >:(

when you’re cold, he will grab some blankets and socks, throw them in the dryer, and let them warm up. that way, when he sits down to cuddle with you, he’s sure you’re warm and cozy!

he has your order for everywhere memorized. coffee order? got it. what you like on your pizza? knows it down to how crispy you like the crust. 

when you guys order take out, he will not even have to ask what you want, he can usually tell based off your mood.

reiner has this pair of pink booty shorts that he wears around the house sometimes, and he always wears them when cleaning.

just imagine reiner in pink booty shorts, blasting music as he’s vacuuming, and shaking his ass to the music.

he doesn’t notice you staring until you start to laugh, and he turns almost as pink as the shorts he’s wearing.

he loves showering with you, just likes the closeness and intimacy of it. it takes a lot of trust, so it makes him feel safe and warm whenever you guys share a shower.

not even for sexual things, just wholesome showers, washing each other’s hair and bodies, sharing soft kisses (and trying to not slip and fall).

reiner makes my teeth hurt from how sweet he is. he loves hugging you and will just have his arms wrapped around you and sway side to side comfortingly.

he gives the best hugs, you heard it here first.

always asking you for a hug or cuddles. 

please give them to him whenever he asks.

reiner is so gentle and sweet, one of the best boyfies you could ever ask for. gives his heart and best effort to anything involving you. treat him the same way. ♡

[doingitforbokuto]

Hey girlie! So i actually read ur hc abt their s/o being petite and flat chested, i wanted to request if u can do a vice versa, thank uuuu! Hope u have a great day! 

with a chubby, big chested s/o

-> ft. Kuroo, Ushijima, Atsumu

warnings: some nsfw in Atsumu‘s part

a/n: I could only find a piece for Kuroo with a petite s/o, I‘m not sure if you wanted just him or multiple people so I just added these two! I also tried keeping it mostly sfw, there is only some spice in Tsumu‘s part

-> KUROO TETSUROU

like I said in my previous post, Kuroo doesn‘t really have a preference when it come to body types, each on has its charms

when it comes to yours, he loves your tummy!

he doesn‘t really know what it is about it but seeing it or hugging you and feeling it just gives him butterflies every time

he loves how squishy it is

it also does not bother him if you have a fupa or maybe excess skin or something like that

if his clothes fit you he would absolutely love to give them to you and if you are bigger than him h might actually steal some of your sweaters 👀

“babe, they just smell so good!“

he realy does love exchanging clothes

when you are cuddling he loves laying his head on your stomach because it is so comfy

he might even pop his head underneath your shirt for that - it feels so cozy that way!

he would let you do the same on him too tho so it‘s okay

Kuroo also likes tracing your stretch marks when you two are cuddling

when it comes to your boobs he really likes the way they look in shirts, even in a non sexual way

there is just something about the way they make your body shape look underneath your clothes that gets him

-> USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

Ushi is the observing type

he tries not to, he really does

and when he was not in a relationship with that was pretty easy, too

but now that he knows that your are his partner and that he gets to kiss and cuddle and hold you his brain is just constatly occupied with your body

it doesn‘t even have to be sexual, you could just be trying to reach something on a high shelf and your shirt rides up a little and his brain would shortcircuit and just go “hug“

he doesn‘t want to overstep your boundaries but whenever you tell him that he can hug or kiss you you can always see the little blush on his face

please he is so excited 😭

Ushijima is just really happy and proud that you let him so close to you

sometimes when you two are just hanging out he doesn‘t even notice the way that his eyes wander around

he mostly thinks of how he hugged or touched you on variou body parts

like how he held you hand, how he hugged you, how he kissed your cheek, how you two cuddled

and so on and so on

it just feels really good to hold and touch you and he absolutely loves remembering it

it always seems to calm him down, thinking about how soft and warm your skin feels against his

sometimes he can get so lost in his thoughts that he doesn‘t even realize for how long he has been staring at you until you ask him about it

usually he tells you, straightforward

and if you then offer him to cuddle or kiss - he is in heaven 🥰

-> MIYA ATSUMU

just like Ushijima he cannot stop thinking about touching you

but he is not the type to keep looking at you, he is the touchy type

of course he would never want to make you uncomfortable but if you are okay with it he would absolutely love to just grab you at random moents and squeeze you

Atsumu loves to squish you and rest his head on your soft fat

he literally does not care what body part - legs, arms, butt, tummy, thighs - he loves it all

he likes flopping down onto you after a long day - please play with his hair!

cuddling into you and having his hair played with is guaranteed to make him fall asleep so quickly

one of his favorite things to do is to hug you from behind and to squish you to him as tightly as he possibly can

Atsumu also loves watching his fingers dig into your skin as he holds you down as he fucks you

it‘s truly amazing how Atsumu can make you feel small underneath him, even if you are bigger and heavier than he is

he learns very quickly what you like and how to use his strength to please you

Atsumu is not scared to manhandle you, in fact, he loves it!

another thing that he loves to do is to buy you cute underwear - especially bras!

[muffindaddystyles]

SWEET BF!HARRY HEADCANONS.

A/N: It's ramdan and that's one of the reasons, I'm not writing smut but all the damn cliches of my dreams. Hope ya'll understand :)

Bf!H pictures, sweet!H, Masterlist, ask me here

He'd be super sappy in your special moments, worse than your mum that sometimes you'd have to drag him away from the crowds to escape from embarrassment.

Would come to pick you up from work, like always, and when you're busy would entertain your co-workers and the staff of building with his charm +

It'd make everyone cooe and awe at the fact you've got such a sweet boy.

Would give up his seat for you and make funny faces down at you, standing between your legs.

Cuddles! As many cuddles as possible he could squeeze into a day.

When you'd get annoyed with your tangled headphones he'd leave everything and take them away from over your head without a word doing it for you and placing it back with a kiss on your head.

He'd totally be the boyfriend that takes care if you're layered enough in winters and that your favourite socksies are warmed up in the dryer.

He just loves, loves and loves going out with you on cute shops to try out different sakura coffees and cheesecakes.

Him watching you sleep in the wee of night and you knowing that he's admiring you but let him do it anyways + sometimes giving him a jump scare by smacking a kiss to his lips and giggling about it sleepyly.

Alone, Making instant noodles together in the middle of night and playing footsie like a 12 years old.

Your shoelace undone as you walk infront of him and he watches you for a minute before stopping you himself, squatting down to tie them back + you'd just blush as the passers by gushed over you both. 

Coming home to him making dinner for you in his cute frilly apron [We all think we're bigger than that -- but we're not :") ]

Him mimicking your moans out aloud from your previous naughty nights and it'd heat up your cheeks like no other.

You missing your girlfriends and he'd take you out to drink mimosas saying, "We can have a girls night out! We can have a girls night out!" While, slipping into his shoes excitedly and grabbing your coats in a haste.

He couldn't keep his hands to himself when you're out in public +

His love language being reassurances and physical touch makes him want you close to him everytime.

He's just so soft in bed -- so happy taking weird selfies and almost blurred pictures of sunsets from the window, with you sleeping on his tummy.

His comfy position to sleep in is with his tucked between your squishy tits +

He sleeps anywhere, it's adorable, in the most uncomfortable furnitures snoring with his mouth wide open +

Not admitting that he snores even though you record him.

The way both of you looking at eachother getting a reference to your private joke and bursting out laughing loud and everyone not knowing what's going on.

Stroking your hair and sniffing your sweet smell with his face smashed into the crook of your neck.

Clothes sharing!!! Even though your clothes wouldn't fit him but when you guys are too bored he'd try your skirts and flaunt them as if he's on runway + blowing kisses to you like those victoria secrets models.

Teasing. Loads of teasing, sitting across the couches and bantering off + making you a whining mess upon teasing you sexually till days and fucking you so good for finally.

Kisses. Soft, sloppy, slobbery, affection and passionate kisses anywhere he could manage to + kissing every inch of your body because he's too in love with you.

Sending you pictures of random objects like a guitar pic he incarved your name upon, a stick that just broke and fell at his feet while he was walking, a chewing gum sticking to his boots, pictures of fluffy kittenssss.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Silly texting such that;

Harry: fight me!

You: come at me, huh.

Harry: Hits you.

Harry: On your lips.

Harry: With my lips.

Harry: SOFTLY.

You: can we fight like this daily?

Harry: course lovie' next fight in 10, be ready sweet cherry ;)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Keeping you in his lap while reading and his fingers interlocked with yours while his plush lips remain pressed to your knuckles, murmuring his words softly against your skin.

"It's too cold, come back! I'll freeze without you honey baby !!" He'd whine pulling you back under the duvet if you'll try to go for the piss.

He'd be extra gentle and caring with you on your periods, heating bottles for you, making soups and feeding it to you himself spoon by spoon since you loose appetite, going out to buy pads or tampons for you and reading the benefits of them because he's that awfully sweet.

Stargazing together, laying like starfishes on the roof and deciding the names of your future children.

Braiding your hair, "shh stop squirming pet 'm braiding your hair." You'd nip at him teasingly, "Oh. . .I see."

Playful kisses on the tip of noses, saccharine heartwarming kisses on temple, laying overlapped eachother on the couch and kissing eachother's shins and knees, inside of wrists, inside the thighs, and infinite pecking because he couldn't resist +

When you're too clingy worming up his waist kissing his neck. He'd ask you smirking, "What's this?" You'd just keep on going lapping at his skin murmuring, "Affection." His tummy rumbling with chuckles as he scrunched his nose up, "Disgusting." Then a long pause as you grumble and he'd push you back closer to make your lips touch his neck, "Do it again."

Sharing a large blanket together on cold days and rolling into a burrito with you wrapped around him like a koala.

His head looping at your shoulder with sleep and you embrace him in a hug instead letting him sleep peacefully.

Your arguments would be too funny to hear since you're besties and the fights would be over the silliest thing or your favourite football teams, "Fuck you!" You'd scream frustrated at his smugness, "Later you little shit –- " Then the war starts ending into a hot make out session on the couch.

You picking your food or candy from the floor according to the five minutes rule being very sneaky and he'd yell from the other corner, "I saw that!" +

"Oh shut up!" You'd blow him off and he'd yell back, "Make me!"

Calming and comforting him when he wakes up from bad dreams, snuggling him and showering him in kisses to assure hime you're there.

"Mine." He'd murmur against your lips out of blue while doing the most random thing.

The word that'd run shiver down your spine when he growls it out because you're being batty or too greedy to chase ecstasy while riding his thigh, "Behave."

Exchanging jewellery, he'd choose from your collections and give you one of his most precious meaningful ones (sobs) +

Stealing hoodies and he's too accustomed with it that he has his hoodies dipped in his scent, tucked into a safe drawer only for you.

Sneaking inside your changing room to steal a single glimpse of how you're looking in a certain dress/lingerie/pair of cute silk night pyjamas and doing live commentary on it.

Love eating food with you. Becoming this happy baby with rosy cheeks when you'd turn all chirpy and utterly gooey on the sight of greasy cheesy food.

Him baking for you and writing the most funniest thing on top of it that make you roll your eyes but nevertheless kiss him it.

Bringing teas from different countries he went to.

Farting and blaming some non-existent ghost in your house.

His godchildren loving you and always asking about you when you couldn't visit them for some reason.

Clumsy affection and infatuation.

"I love yous." Anytime, any moment. Everytime with same sentiment he held when he told you the first time +

You never failing to make him blush returning it with same affection, "I love you too." +

The soft warm morning I LOVE YOUS in bath robes while brushing teeth standing side by side infront of the mirror, with hair ruffled and states dishelved +

[gureishi]

okay so~ this HC request is for both saeyoung and GE saeran (vee relationship deal)

so i have this huge white bunny plushie (i'll probably send you a picture of it in DMs). i've had it for a very long time, probably since i was a very little kid. i don't think i'll ever give it away lolol. i go back and forth between just letting it sit around and actually using it, and by "using it" i mean:

i tend to sleep on my side, and i'll wrap my arms (and sometimes my legs) around that thing and hold it securely when i go to sleep. a lot of times, i sorta need to hold onto something when i sleep? or like, have my hand under the pillow (which is still kinda holding it, if you think about it). and so the bunny is great for that. and... i may or may not've put saeyoung's jacket on it a couple of times hehe 👉🏻👈🏻 cos that way i get to hold both! (though i definitely have held just his jacket at least once)

i'll most likely give you a few more details in DMs, but the gist is... what would be their reactions to seeing this? im not exactly ashamed of it but i probably wouldnt do it until i was more comfortable, you know? cos its still kinda... "embarrassing" but on a smaller scale.

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YESSSS I WAS SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS ONE.

As I think I’ve told you, I sleep with a very large stuffed leopard named Liliana. So for anyone who’s wondering: yes, it’s me, my partner, Liliana, and our 50 lb pitbull in the bed every night. It’s...something.

So this is just an excellent scenario and everything about it is good.

Also! I dunno if this is relevant, but I figure that in the world of my fic, the boys each have their own bedrooms. Our MC is sleeping in one room or the other, depending on the night—in my story specifically, she’s still sleeping in Saeran’s room like 75% of the time. But over time, it becomes more even. Anyway.

Ahem as always when I write reader X both twins, they are both dating you but not each other. <3

Saeyoung and Saeran with an MC who sleeps with a huge bunny plushie

If you’re a little bit embarrassed about the bunny, maybe you don’t bring her around at first. Maybe you feel a little guilty leaving her at home (or maybe that’s just me), but you don’t want to start off, from the very beginning, bringing a very large stuffed animal into the picture.

But you are so much more comfortable when you sleep with her in your arms! And somehow she makes her way to the bunker—somehow, you have sat her down in a corner (of Saeran’s room, probably) and left her there.

One night you fall into bed early, because you are absolutely exhausted—and this is rare for you, but your head hurts and you need to close your eyes. And they are still up, both of them (of course they are), and it’s so much better to fall asleep hugging something soft.

So without even really thinking about it, you pull the bunny into bed with you. You are in Saeran’s bed, I think—and your head feels so heavy, and the bunny is nice and warm and squishy in your arms. And sometimes it is hard to fall asleep, but tonight, you drift off quickly.

You wake up to the feeling of eyes on your face—because when he looks at you, you are bathed in such vibrant warmth that it’s enough to rouse you even from a very deep sleep.

“Oh,” you mutter, trying to focus on Saeran’s face through the darkness. “Hi.”

His light eyes trail from your face, to your arms, to what is in your arms. You see him look. You blush.

“Who’s this?” he asks—and his voice is so gentle, so sweet, so full of delighted laughter. “I don’t think we’ve been introduced.”

You mumble something, burying your face in the bunny’s soft fur. Saeran sits on the bed beside you and cups your cheek with one cool hand.

You tell him her name—because what else is there to say?—and he gently pats her head.

“She looks soft,” he says. “Can I hold her?”

He is speaking as if she is a live animal, and his eyes are sparkling as if he feels that she is something very precious. Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you hand Saeran the bunny.

“Ohhh,” he says, as he wraps his arms around her. He lets his face fall into her shoulder, and he squeezes her so gently. It’s really something: his hair is lit up by the moonlight, and he’s got the sweetest smile on his face. The bunny almost completely covers his body—he is not a large human being, after all.

It’s so cute you could cry.

“Would you be upset,” you ask him slowly, “if I took a picture of you right now? I want to try and draw this later.”

He looks up at you; he seems somehow childlike all of a sudden: eyes wide and glittering.

“You want to draw us?” he asks. You nod.

“How could I not?”

He’s thrilled. He’s honored.

He is maybe sleeping with the bunny in his arms that night, if you’ll let him.

So for some time, she lives in Saeran’s room.

But one afternoon, you’re hit with a wave of tiredness. You didn’t sleep well the last couple of nights, and your vision is starting to get hazy. You just need to close your eyes, you think—just for a moment.

Saeran is in the kitchen; Saeyoung is in the garage. And it is so cold in this stupid house, and Saeyoung’s room is always warm. Almost unthinkingly, you wander into Saeran’s room and scoop up the bunny. She’s so soft in your arms that you almost fall asleep on your feet.

You meander into Saeyoung’s room and fall face-first onto the bed, arms and legs wrapped all the way around the bunny. And she is comfy, and the bed is soft, and there are so many pillows...

This time, you wake to the feeling of strong, warm arms weaving around your waist.

Automatically, you squeeze your bunny tighter—in turn, the arms hold you tighter, too. You open your eyes.

It’s still light out—you can’t have been asleep for long. Saeyoung has found you here (drawn to you, as he always seems to be), and has wrapped himself around you. You turn your head to kiss his cheek.

“I wanted cuddles,” he murmurs sleepily into your hair. “But it looks like you already found somebody to cuddle with.”

Ah: caught in the act again.

You laugh, feeling your face growing hot. Saeran loves the bunny, but Saeran loves everything, and—and—

“She’s cute,” Saeyoung whispers into your ear. “Just like you.”

“I’ve had her for ages,” you tell him, wiggling her ears in his face. “I didn’t really mean to bring her in here, but...”

Saeyoung shakes his head, his hair falling into his eyes. He’s taken his glasses off, and he looks particularly sweet and sleepy.

“Listen,” he mutters. Ah—now he is blushing, his cheeks a lovely shade of pink. “When I came in here and found you and this huge bunny asleep in my bed, I...” He trails off, at a loss for words. “It’s just—you’re—”

Ah, and you love him like this, stammering and enraptured. You roll onto your back and smile into his flushed face.

“Oh, are we taking a nap?”

You turn. Saeran has found you, too—they can’t seem to help always drifting into your orbit, the two of them. He’s in the doorway with an amused expression on his face.

“Yeah!” Saeyoung says, wiggling around beside you. “And did you know we have a fourth member of our family?” He cackles, giving the bunny’s head a little pat. Saeran cocks an eyebrow at him.

“I did,” he says proudly. “You didn’t?”

You sigh, turning to hold out your arms to Saeran. He comes to you—of course he does—and folds himself contentedly into your arms.

And there you are, all four of you: you, your two beloved boys, and a very large bunny. 

On one side, Saeyoung is warm and solid. On the other, Saeran is cooler, softer. You’ve got a head on each shoulder, and a comfy bunny in your arms. 

You smell soft, well-loved fur and spring rain and smokey honey. You’re enveloped on all sides: safe and soft and warm.

You close your eyes. Just for a minute, you think—or an hour, or maybe two. 

You could stay right here, wrapped up in their tender adoration, forever.

[gatesofember]

crying about not feeling comfortable in any position and warm but cold and too warm but also wet and it's too much and thought of your kinda old post of an HC of Nico maybe having similar traits (I'm okay, just. Very exhausted)

It matters to see that shit lmao I feel better that it. Can just. Exist with others. Thanks <3

ok so you sent this like. a week ago and I didn’t reply because I’m bad at talking but like I have been thinking about this and honestly those posts I made about Nico’s tattoos in the clichecore au a few days ago were because of this ask so you are to thank for that.

gonna be honest I am not sure what hc post you are talking about but I don’t doubt that I’ve said something like this because I do firmly believe it. in the clichecore au, Nico has a huge thing about being comfortable and he loves soft things, like his massive plushie collection, and comfy things like skirts or the oversized t-shirts he steals from Will all the time. also he loves how big and squishy Will is. (there’s a lot of body positivity in this fic because fat people should be described as attractive more but that’s a different conversation.)

but yeah I get you!!! like!!! feelings and sensations!!! sensory overload sometimes!!! wish I could just float and be a blob!!!