#he'd be so pretty

[hotluncheddie]

I'm currently thinking about Eddie mildly teasing Steve about his weight gain!!! like he notices Steve has to sit with his legs spread wider than he used to in order to accommodate his big belly that sits in his lap now..... and he's like Steve can you even sit with you legs together anymore ? 😏 and Steve is like Yes !.... cue Steve wiggling and shifting and having to heft his belly up so he can get his legs together... then he's sitting and he's like There. See? and Eddie managed being a brat for two seconds cause now he's like 🥺 aw you're uncomfy no come on spread out take up as much room as you need, baby. can I get you anything? can I unbutton your jeans for you? can I touch your belly?

Anonnnnnnnn!!!! Yessssssssss!!!

I wrote this in a daze first thing after waking up this morning lol

U really gave me the brain worms so ty for that! Mwah!

(Also if you’ve sent me an anon before promise that I will get to it - I have one on the works also about Steve with a big belly that rests in his lap so, do not fear, it will be answered)

have some hurt/comfort belly kink wg steddie ;3c

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Maybe Steve had holiday he needed to take, and it coincided with Eddie having a few days of, and some shorter shifts.

Steve spreads it out, some long weekend and 4/5/6 day stretches where he has time off. They stay in, Steve stays in, and Steve eats.

He eats near constantly, during his holiday time. only moving to go from bed to couch or couch to bathroom. Eddie bringing him meals to eat and snacks inbetween. He’s not stuffed to the brim, (he does that when he get home from work - going to bed with Eddie fawning over his groaning belly) but he spends the whole time full, always food in there, always comfortably bloated.

And by the end of the month, or so, where he has most of the time off, shifts only here and there, he’s noticeably bigger. His belly pushing out against his T-shirts again. And pale fleshy roll slipping out of the bottom of anything that’s over six or so months old.

He’s bigger when Eddie watches him bending over to tie his shoes and return more red faced. And when he has to pause cooking in the kitchen to rest his belly on the counter with a sigh, taking the weight off his lower back. How he gets a little winded at the end of a flight of stairs. How he grunts a little louder when he flips from one side to the other in bed. Big pale belly spreading on the mattress between them.

Eddie notices. Eddie knows Steve notices -he must do.

But Steve doesn’t say anything.

Even when Eddie lovingly pokes fun at these new little actions. When he traces the strip of skin that escapes his too small clothes. When he pauses in bed to cover Steve’s big belly in kisses. Steve doesn’t point out how he's bigger, if he feels it, feels how his belly gets in the way so much more now.

And he used to, is the thing. Use to say it and get them both all riled up, get them in the mood in a few short words. Both turned on and amazed by his changing body.

So Eddie’s confused. So he does what he does best - is a little bit of a brat about it.

Steve is sitting on the sofa after work, he went to the diner with Robin so he’s already ate. But Eddie’s going to offer him desert, especially if he can get him to be good and admit what’s going on first. Just wants to feed him and dote on him and watch his belly round and stretch pink.

Steve is already noticeably a little full, drinking a coke and watching a basketball game. His belly thick and wide and he’s started spreading his legs to accommodate it, letting it sit across his lap and sink between his chubby thighs.

Eddie doesn’t really think it through, he just goes for it, leaning over with both hands leaning on Steve's knees. Smirking, eyes dark, ‘can you even sit with your legs together anymore big boy?’ Goading.

And Steve downs his coke, gets that competitive little glint in his eye that Eddie loves - that makes him hold Eddie down and fuck him extra deep. But the set of his jaw is strained.

Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes. ‘What would you know, Munson.’ And he smirks, both of them playing the game. But Steve’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Eddie stands back up straight, waving his hand as if to say; well, go on then. And steve huffs, scooting back a little and pulling his thighs together. Wiggling and then having to lift his belly with a grunt, moving under it and settling it back on top of his clamped together legs. It mounds out before him, moving with each breath and a strip of stretch marked skin is peaking out at his hip.

‘There, see.’ Steve says, a little breathless, cheeks flushed and eyebrows scrunched.

He looks. Big… ‘that looks.. really uncomfortable.’ Eddie says, not really playing anymore.

Steve grunts again, shifting slightly, pushing at the side of his tummy. ‘No. ‘Sfine.’ He argues, visibly annoyed, not playing either.

Eddie sinks to his knees, ‘Steve.’ He says eyes big and pleading. Nudging Steve’s knees to get his to spread them back open.

Steve looks away, doesn't move his legs, cheeks ruddy and eyes a little glassy.

‘Please talk to me baby.’ Eddie says softly, hand resting on Steve’s thighs. They’re shaking a little from the tension, from being held together so tightly.

‘I was- I’m scared Eddie.' Steve sniffs. 'That I’ve gotten too big. Too big for, for you.’ Looking down at Eddie again. He looks, he looks so sad.

‘Oh baby no.’ Eddie says instantly, suprised, disappointed in himself. ‘No no no. God Stevie, I’m so sorry if I made you feel like that. This.’ Eddie splays his two hands on steve belly. Palms cupping the lower curve. ‘Is prefect, your perfect Steve. Prefect for me at any size.’ Eddie doesn’t break eye contact, needs steve to know how much he means this.

Steve sniffs, eyes big and wet but a little smile is curling at the corner of his mouth, some of the tension leaving his body.

Eddie nudges Steve’s legs with his elbows, shuffling forward so steve had to spread them, has to let Eddie in.

‘That’s it.’ Eddie coos shifting Steve's belly gently now that it's got more room. He rucks Steve’s shirt up to it sits below his soft chubby pecs, palms cupping and lifting the roll as his hips. Stroking the soft buttery part below his belly button, scooting impossibly closer, knees against the couch. making Steve spread and shuffle to he's splayed out and comfortable again. Sinking into the couch cushions with a sigh.

Eddie places a kiss on the top most crest of tummy, then cradles Steve’s soft cheeks in his hands. They’ll have to talk about it, what got steve so in his head, where the insecurity came from. But not now, right now his baby needs to rest, needs looking after.

‘You want a snack sweetheart, want dessert?’ Eddie strokes the soft skin under steve eyes with his thumb.

Steve nods, little sigh leaving his pretty pink lips. ‘Please Eddie, ‘m so hungry.’ He pouts, playful glint back in his eye. Hand resting over Eddie’s on his gut.

There he is, his Steve. Eddie smiles, leaning up and kissing Steve breathless.

wg taglist (message to be added or removed) : @scoops-aboy86 @cheesedoctor @chickensinrainboots

...also, maybe, @tangerinesteve idk if ur into this but i see u in scoops' tags and u wrote that cozy thing with Steve on eddie's soft thighs and belly... sorry if im wrong

[cinnamon-mushroomabomination]

I see your "Steve Harrington plays the violin" and "Steve Harrington played the piano as a kid" headcanons, and I raise you with Steve playing the harp.

His dad probably wasn't on board with it, and he only did lessons with his mom whenever Harrington Sr. wasn't home, but I wanna see that man in a pretty dress playing the harp.

[suguwu]

aventurine moaning with his eyelashes fluttering...

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

If we're talking about Josh in lingerie @jake-kiszkas-smirk this will always have my vote

[flwrkid14]

Casual Chaos: Tim Drake’s Makeup Stream

Danny, known to the internet as Nebula, had been teasing a special stream for weeks. Fans were buzzing with excitement and theories, especially when the announcement popped up: “Doing My Boyfriend’s Makeup!” Naturally, the chat erupted into chaos. Danny was pretty private about his love life, so this reveal had the fandom on edge.

When the stream finally went live, Danny greeted his audience with his usual laid-back grin. “Okay, today’s the day. Let’s see if I’m any good at this,” he said, spinning a makeup brush between his fingers. “But first, let me introduce you to my boyfriend.”

The camera panned, and there he was—Tim Drake, sitting there as if this was the most normal thing in the world. No big introduction, no fanfare. Just Tim, giving a small, nonchalant wave.

“WAIT. IS THAT TIM DRAKE???”

“Like… THE Tim Drake??”

“No way he’s dating Nebula, what is happening???”

Danny, fully aware of the chaos brewing in the comments, didn’t even acknowledge it. He just turned to Tim. “Ready for your makeover, babe?”

Tim shrugged, totally calm. “Let’s do it.”

As Danny started applying makeup, the chat kept freaking out, but the two of them acted like it was just another Saturday. In Gotham, though, it was a different story. The Bat's group chat was blowing up:

Dick: “TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE-WAYNE, EXPLAIN YOURSELF.”

Jason: “How does a nerd like you land Nebula of all people???”

Steph: “I AM CRYING. HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?!!”

Damian: “This is unacceptable. Drake, I demand an explanation.”

Bruce: [Typing…]

But Tim? Unfazed. He ignored the constant buzzing of his phone and sat still as Danny carefully lined his eyes and added a touch of mascara, keeping up casual chatter with the stream.

“You know,” Danny said, holding up a shade of lipstick, “Tim’s got this effortless model thing going on. I’m just enhancing what’s already there.”

Tim raised an eyebrow, smirking. “I didn’t exactly sign up to be your runway star.”

“Wait… he’s actually REALLY pretty??”

“Tim Drake is hot, confirmed.”

“LOOK AT HIS CHEEKBONES OMG.”

As Danny finished the look, adding some extra blush and a light gloss, the reaction was immediate. The chat was losing it. Tim glanced at himself in the mirror, barely reacting. “Well… I don’t hate it.”

Danny leaned back, admiring his work. “Not bad, right?”

Meanwhile, back in Gotham, the bags were still going wild.

Steph: “Tim, you better show up to every gala looking like this from now on.”

Jason: “You’ve been holding out on us with this face, man.”

Dick: “This is ICONIC.”

Bruce: “We’ll need to discuss this later.”

Tim finally glanced at his phone and snorted at all the messages. “They’re never going to let this go, are they?”

Danny just grinned at the camera. “Probably not. So… next time, you'll do my makeup, right?”

The chat, of course, exploded all over again.

[regonold]

Danny's flight or fight response has quite the hair trigger for a few select phrases most being things vlad would say

One such being his full name a bit odd but there's a reason he always asks to be called danny

So really it's not his fault after joining the school in gotham he had been introduced to his class and he'd told them to call him danny

And he hadn't heard him all he'd heard was someone calling him danial and putting a hand on his shoulder

So really he can't be blamed for how he reacted he told everyone not to call him Daniel and he snuck up and called him daniel

How can he be blamed for breaking Damien waynes nose

[sleepy-grav3]

Amity Park hates the Justice League but loves Red Hood and sometimes other heroes

A/n: I got this random idea so here it is. Oh, and this is good reveal AU ok?

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Due to the Justice League mocking them and ignoring their villain problems that were also publicly interdimensional problems, everyone hates the JL. It got worst with the GIW coming in, who blatantly went against the meta-laws (which included aliens, demons and so much more that weren't human from the beginning). They started to think the Justice League supported them.

In the Infinite Realms, however, there's a revenant that many adored and others respected. He did not hold back against criminals. Criminals that would rape, kill, traffic, sell drugs, and more to people. He especially didn't like when they brought kids into this. He'd avenge people the way they should've been: by promising that their abuser/killer/whatever wouldn't be able to do it again. And in the place they lived in, the only way for that to be possible was by major injury, heavy social outcasting, and/or death. Most prefer the 3rd.

And after how long the Amitians dealt with the attacks which eventually came to a slow once or twice a week type thing, they started opening their minds to the idea of coexistence. Well, further than they had. So when people started to cross over and start making their small haunts in their side of the veil, the Amitian's began to become aware of the popular hero Red Hood. He was part of the undead community, which was trustworthy in everyone's books.

So Amity Park started making merch. Most of it was for Team Phantom, but there was plenty for Red Hood as well. There were other heroes on the side, like for Superboy 1 (who they renamed to Supernova due to their hatred for Superman for 2 reasons, the obvious and that he rejected a mirror-born), and Raven (the half demon).

And with this coexistence, Team Phantom had noticed the positive feedback about killing in the name of vengeance. So they went on the offensive, and after a good year of that, the GIW lost funding for producing no results and just taking up resources. The acts were still there, but nobody enacted them in Amity, and nobody actually knew or believed them outside of the haunted city.

Then the Justice League find out about the hero group there due to tracking merchandise after they started to sell outside of the city. Superman was the guy everyone liked, so he was sent over. He immediately got thrown out and was now questioning who the heck Supernova was and when he rejected him.

Flash? Outcast. Everyone ignored and walked away from him. they had the police, who never did anything or even had to anymore, kick him out.

Green Lanter? Oh the poor guy. He had his ring taken away and thrown out of the city somehow. It took hours to find it.

Wonder Woman, they had to be ok with her. Not at first, but once Phantom had a talk with her and people learned that they were cousins through Clockwork (Kronos) and Pandora, they were ok. ish. Tolerated was the best word and she got the info back to the league.

The batfamily took a trip there, dragging Red Hood along somehow. And right when Red Hood was noticed, a crowd began to form as everyone practically worshipped him. There were many victims he had avenged and an Ancient (Lady Gotham) came and gave him the gifts she couldn't without scaring the guy.

At one point, the poor guy even cried.

[shotmrmiller]

sugar daddy!simon would go so hard cuz he'd need no sugar but lets his hand linger on the small of your back when standing at the register with his wallet out or grab your foot to massage beneath the table at the upper scale restaurant yall are dining at.

he doesn't push (surprisingly but hey it works for you!) you give him whatever you want, be it just your hand to hold or a chaste kiss on the cheek in thanks after carrying all the stuff he bought to your room. he spoils you rotten regardless but then the issue comes when you actually want him to touch you.

simon doesn't touch. not when you model the little slips of clothing he so generously gifted you from that one overpriced shop at the mall. not when you wear his favorite skirt, the one that got him to talk to you in the first place on the sugar daddy website. not when you invite him in for a nightcap, letting your bare legs rest on top of his while watching a movie.

he. doesn't. touch.

simon doesn't touch you even when you want him to.

keeps his right hand curled around the glass he's nursing and the other laying on the backrest of the couch when you tell him if he wants to peel off the undergarments he'd just bought you today. (a shot you don't shoot is a shot missed anyway.)

"'s not necessary," he says. "got 'em for you to wear." he hasn't taken his eyes off the screen once.

that'd sting more if you hadn't caught him discreetly palming himself outside his trousers while you'd modeled these too.

"might not be necessary but it's what i want." that gets his attention, an arrogant curl on his lip making your heart flutter in your chest.

he gives your knee a squeeze. "i've always given you everythin' you've ever wanted but this is the one thing you're gonna 'ave to work for."

work for? simon doesn't wait for you to ask what he means.

"only way i'm touchin' ya is if ya beg," he rumbles.

should've known it was too good to be true. but you've got an ache between your legs that won't go away no matter how many times you've used the rose (also another gift.) guess you'll just have to "beg".

/

your definition of begging and his are not even in the same dimension. he had shot you down when you'd said please. when you'd batted your pretty eyes at him while saying please. when you'd gotten on your knees between his legs and said please with your hands flat on the carpet.-

simon had only tapped you on the nose and said, "'s good, but not good enough."

what had been good enough was you riding his thigh until sweat slicked your skin, until your lip trembled with need, until his trousers looked like he'd spilled his drink on it while you mewled out your please's.

only then had wiped the corner of your eyes with his thumb and whispered tiny words of praise into your ear, his breath warm against it.

"wasn't so hard, was it, pet?" you'd been beyond reason at that point, core burning almost painfully hot with desire, so you'd jerkily shaken your head. anything to finally get him to touch you like how you need.

his long fingers splayed out across the back of your head, palm almost engulfing your entire head. "now tell me where you want me to touch."

he touches with clever fingers, his warm tongue, even uses his crooked nose to rub at your pearl while his thumb, spit slick, presses into the girl of your arse. having him fuck you is a whole different beast you have to tackle. if you plead for something, anything, he'll rut his cock between your thighs and come over your sticky pussy :)

[peachsukii]

The shower is a safe space for you to cry, to drain all of the pent up emotion you've held onto. Plus, it's the best place to hide this side of you from your roommate, Bakugo, whom you've had a crush on for ages. You did your damndest to hide your sorrow from him, not because you're ashamed, but you didn't want to sour the mood of the apartment. You two were good friends, you didn't need to bring down the vibe by whining about how sad you are.

You don't hear the front door to your apartment open and him announcing he's home like usual. He's not supposed to be home for hours, but unexpectedly got off of work early. The sound of the water hides his presence from you; however, it doesn't mute the sobs coming from the other side of the bathroom door.

His heart drops into his stomach, he's never heard you cry like that before.

Bakugo rushes to the door and hesitates. Maybe you wanted to be alone, but he couldn't just sit in the apartment and wait for you to stop crying. Would it be better to sit on the couch and wait it out? For you to come to him?

Logically, yes.

But he wasn't thinking logically.

He taps his knuckles against the door a few times.

"Hey, y'okay?" Bakugo calls out, waiting for your answer with baited breath. He hears you gasp, sniffling and coughing before composing yourself.

"Oh...I didn't think you'd be home, Kat. I'm fine."

"You're a shit liar, y'know," he teases, but you don't laugh. "Seriously, though. Are you okay?"

You hold your breath, debating on whether or not to tell him the truth. Your answer slips out before you could stop yourself.

"...No."

It's a split second decision, but Bakugo opens the door and barges into the bathroom. He's rips back the shower curtain and carefully steps in behind you in a hurry, fully clothed, ignoring your obvious shock to his assertiveness. You're trying to shield yourself from him seeing you naked, but that all fades away when you feel his body engulf yours, holding you close against him under the stream of water.

He's so...warm.

"You can always tell me when somethin's wrong. Don't think I can't tell, or that I don't hear you cryin' at night. I don't want ya to hide from me," Bakugo whispers above you, hand holding the back of your head against his chest. "You're not alone, sweetheart."

You have no control over the tears rushing down your cheeks, mixing with the hot water and soaking into his clothes. You're shaking as you snake your arms around his waist and grip onto him for dear life.

No one's ever shown you this kind of support before - this kind of love.

"I got ya," he assures as he squeezes you tightly. "I'll stay as long as you want me to."

[sanjipussyindulgence]

watching the kaiju no. 8 anime and the kafka + reno dynamic is so top-tier. contrasting reno, a sterotypical edgy anime teenager, with kafka, a pretty regular guy in his 30s, has such endless comedy to it.

they're father-son coded but reno did the adopting. he saw how lame and wet kafka was and fetched the adoption papers out himself.

[konigsblog]

marking simon riley up...

warnings: rough-dom!simon, afab!gn!reader, praise, hickeys and marks, slight possessiveness.

; simon riley likes when you mark him up.

MDNI 18+

simon riley loves to see how possessive you can become, by marking him up with deep hickeys, and deep red scratches down his muscular, burly back.

your legs thrown over his broad, large shoulders, allowing simon to reach places that leave your jaw slack with pleasure running through your body and pooling at your wet heat. delirium fills your glossy eyes as he grips your jaw firmly, chuckling at your fucked-out, stupid reaction, looking deep into your pretty eyes.

his bulbous and slicken cock pulsates at the warmth and wetness wrapped tightly around his shaft, pulsing and tightening with each hard thrust knocking the wind from your lungs, silencing your moans as you're left scratching down his back in an attempt to stabilise yourself.

“..that’s it-- attagirrrllll... there we go--.. look at you, little one, takin’ this dick so fuckin’ deep, yeah?”

his guttural and hoarse voice leaves you moaning and mewling pathetically like a mutt in heat, your chest rising and falling with your orgasm quickly building up, tightening your core as you drag your nails down his back slowly at the sloppy sensation inside your gummy, tight walls.

to simon, your sharp scratches encourage him to fuck you even deeper, even harder — with your adoring eyes rolling to the back of your head, eyelids heavy with lust and satisfaction as he rolls his broad, sturdy hips against you, eyebrows furrowed and his head thrown back as his tip weeps milky white pearls of semen.

your lips attach onto his already marked neck, possessively marking him up with more hickeys as he fucks you even harder, his calloused and scarred hands wandering over your soft body and groping your tight rear firmly, holding you close where he feels your heartbeat rhythm, quickening as your orgasm ruptures through you abruptly, your pussy drooling around his hard and girthy cock, back arched as you feel him prod at your cervix, whimpering out as you dig your nails into his back, fingers nestled in his blonde locks.

[omi-boshi]

"you gotta let me go, lovebug." kiyoomi rumbles, attempting to gently wiggle out of your baby's grasp. the lovebug in question only gurgles, happy to have her father's attention on her. it quirks a smile on kiyoomi's face. his amusement is short-lived, however, when the grip on his finger seemingly tightens in response and tightens even more when he wiggles just a tad harder.

his rising panic amuses you to no end.

at the sound of your quiet giggles, kiyoomi tears his gaze away the baby cradled in your arms to look you in the eye.

"a little help would be nice, you know?" he frowns. "our food's gonna be here any minute."

"i would love to but there's nothing i can really do when she's clinging like that, kiyo." you send him the most sympathetic smile you could muster with the laughter still bubbling up your throat. "you know how she gets."

and kiyoomi does—he really does. your daughter got it from you, after all.

[princema-k]

ha ha ha wheeeee

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bonus:

if a total of Two (2) people are interested i will ramble abt my hcs abt layton's emotions REQUIREMENTS HAVE BEEN FULFILLED!!! check here for my rambles :)

[boopshoops]

So i got a little too silly and um speedrun

NEIGE TIME HERE HE BE

i dont have any particular headcanons about his cooking skills, but I like to think that the guy can eat anything and somehow think its good. Like- absolute palate blindness. Just as a reference to the og snow white eating... you know, poison. I just think it fits :P

What do you think? Do you think he'd be a good or bad chef? Somewhere in the middle?

Staff time.... WOWOWOO v

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[suzypfonne]

Aye!

*slams hands down on table*

give Michael Sheen the prettiest most sparkly makeup in s3

it’s what he deserves 

[artofalassa]

The Feather

Aaand next part! Look who finally showed up... <3

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