#huffiest

[iwannabeanelfyaknow]

Awwn🫶

would you like to read a most adorable and charming witch!yusuf and cursedbunny!nicolo fic? WELL HERE. IT. IS!!!

in the opening paragraphs joe has to pay rent to live in his little woodland cottage but this fic lives in my head RENT FREE. please leave your kind compliments to the wonderful BeeLove!

[funfetti-art]

Attack 23! Gemma and Bobbie feat. Candytuft for huffiest!

[lgcsaem]

✰ … I'M FINE AND YOU? brushing up on their korean ( ft. @lgcxjasper ).

misaki has never been a good study, the act of needing to sit still and force information into his brain often the cause for shakey, impatient legs and the huffiest, puffiest sighs of boredom imaginable. he's not a thinker, he's a doer, but right now, everything he needed to do involved rather laborious thought, languages jumbling in his already rather hectic brain. his korean isn't bad, not by any means ( living in korea these last few years have done wonders in furthering his grasp on the language thanks to heavy immersion and practical, day-to-day growth ), it's just not up to the standard the company would like for it to be at.

well, misaki had first thought, at least jasper is here too!

jasper, one of the new potential additions to nknds lineup, someone misaki didn't know incredibly well but would know soon enough. for the foreseeable future, they're meant to spend a lot of time together, now even more so thanks to this bootcamp, so misaki sees no harm in diving headfirst when it comes to breaking the ice. even now, sat together during class as their coach watches on, misaki decides to try livening things up so as to both not fall asleep and get jasper engaged. "hello, my name is misaki, but you can call me . . . saem!" this is probably the most proper misaki has ever spoken in korean, but he's just as loud as usual. "what is your name?"

[akumanoken]

Huffiest princess noises.

[dynahops]

@huffiest ❤️

🌼🫧🐻

[foeniculi--vulpes]

men will be the huffiest and puffiest ever then act like they're not the cutest on earth

[sometimesanalice]

🥰🥰🥰

They didn’t even know the right person was right in front of them the whole time!

There’s nothing more I love than a grumpy Bradley, and he is the huffiest man in this chapter 😂

Like I Can (Part 2)

Summary: After yet another bad date and tired of swiping on apps, the Dagger Squad steps in to help you out by setting you up on a series of blind dates. Much to Rooster’s dismay.

Warnings: fuff, language, slight angst. Minors DNI

Length: 5.7K

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X Female Reader

Part 1 | Part 3

(Here you go, lovely people! The wait is over! Enjoy❣️)

When you had first told Rooster that you were moving to San Diego, it had felt like the first time in a long time in that things in his life were finally going his way. He was excelling in his career, he was mending his relationship with Maverick, and he finally had the opportunity to start putting some roots down.

He knew how lucky he was.

He had been thrilled to know that you would both be living in the same place for the first time since you were teens. Sure he might have gone a little overboard helping you find a place near him and showing you the hard-learned secrets of navigating the SoCal highway system, but he wanted you to be as happy here as he was.

You were the only person left in the world, outside of Maverick, who had known him the longest. You mattered to him.

It was clear that you thought it had been his doing for how quickly his friends had included you as part of the group, but he knew it was all you. They’d all been so surprised when his nice, sweet friend was the one who kept playing the raunchiest hands during Cards Against Humanity. You’d pretty much swept every round that night. He was pretty sure more than a few of them would trade him for you in a heartbeat.

While they liked you, they loved a competition. He should have seen it coming the second Phoenix volunteered to set you up on a date, because what one person does the rest will undoubtedly follow suit. 

And that’s how Rooster found himself watching you on your first of the dates from inside the Hard Deck, the chaos of it all drawing more than one set of eyes to where you were on the outdoor patio.

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[gentleman-scientistkisser]

More AF attacks!!

huffiest, kibbster, VixenDoe, and SquishyBlooper

[disgruntledseagull]

just out of curiosity why are you on tumblr? this seems like the exact type of website you'd hate considering the population here. is it the thrill of arguing online with strangers whose opinions you know will majorly contradict yours or is it like a kink thing. this isnt anon hate i like dont understand the point youre going for here

bro my girlfriend suggested I make an account here in like 2012

that's the whole story sorry if it's boring

and actually I hardly ever get this level of pushback (maybe three four times a year? idk something like that)

like it's really funny in fact that the amount of unhinged vitriol produced by scorned potato gamers is pretty comparable to some of the huffiest groups out there

if only they could somehow harness this energy and convert it into gaming rigs...... 🤔

[v-anrouge]

Their both wearing the huffiest pink dresses, with hiking boots, shorts, and bows on their backs

YES. his daughter is giggling so much at the ppl staring and even asking to take pictures of them (rook always covers her face in them)

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

Whole fic posted below ❤️ Trying something new since AO3 is still fighting the good fight!

The moment that Billy caught sight of the familiar cruiser, he floored it.

Smacking his hands against the wheel to the beat of the song screaming through his car speakers, Billy started gleefully shouting along to the lyrics, waiting. He only had to wait for a brief moment before red and blue lights were flashing in his mirrors. The music was so loud that he couldn’t hear the siren, which he briefly lamented was a shame. Grinning, Billy pulled off onto the shoulder without indicating and rolled his window down before lighting a cigarette.

Billy took a slow drag from his cigarette as he leaned lazily against the door frame. He let his head loll back against the seat as he watched, in the side mirror, the deputy walk briskly towards the Camaro. He’d recognized the cruiser correctly. Steve Harrington was the only human being in existence that could make walking look that bitchy. Stifling his grin, Billy peered up at Steve through his sunglasses, taking in the tense line of his body as he planted his hands on his hips, eyebrow raised, smacking a piece of gum.

“What seems to be the problem, officer?” Billy drawled as he took a long pull from his cigarette, exhaling directly towards Steve.

He was certain it was impossible to hear him over the offensively loud volume of the music playing through his car stereo. The annoyed quirk of Steve’s mouth confirmed it. Gesturing tightly at Billy’s car, Steve waited in silence, still chewing his gum aggressively.

Rolling his eyes, Billy slowly leaned over to turn the music off before slumping back in his seat. He smiled in amusement as he realized it wouldn’t be out of place for Steve to start tapping his foot with the way he was standing and smacking his gum. Without a word, Steve was conveying the huffiest, most put upon, attitude and Billy relished it. He took another long drag from his cigarette, barely refraining from blowing the smoke directly in Steve’s face as he exhaled.

They waited, staring each other down through their sunglasses. Billy casually lounging in the driver's seat of the Camaro, unbothered, Steve standing tense and frustrated with his hands on his hips, just out of reach. Steve broke first.

“Do you know why I pulled you over, Hargrove?”

Licking his lips, Billy watched the way Steve’s thick mustache worked as he continued to smack his gum. The combination of slicked back hair and the tidy mustache with the hideous uniform was dorkier than any of the polos Steve had ever worn. Even dorkier than his khakis too. After taking another long pull from his cigarette, Billy sighed and knocked his head back against the headrest.

“Get to the point, Harrington,” Billy droned, relishing the way Steve cocked his hip, body vibrating with irritation. “I’ve got shit to do.”

“You were going 20 over in a construction zone,” Steve explained, eyebrows raised in exasperation.

Billy made a show of looking around the area, raising his own eyebrows when he spotted zero workers present. It was obvious Steve knew what he was getting at when his face flushed bright pink.

“I could give you a hefty ticket, even without workers present,” Steve insisted, still smacking his gum obscenely loud.

Billy was surprised Steve hadn’t stomped his foot with how whiny his voice had gotten.

“You could,” Billy agreed, lazily snuffing out his cigarette. “But you won’t.”

Smirking as Steve tilted his sunglasses down and squinted at him, Billy struggled to hold back a laugh. Steve was so clearly irked by Billy’s attitude and it was filling Billy with unbridled glee.

“I’ll tell you what,” Billy started, sucking at his teeth as he pretended to contemplate for a moment. “You forget about how fast I was going, and let me go scot-free -“

Rolling his eyes and falling back on his heels, Steve scoffed, disbelief evident in the angry jut of his chin.

“- and I’ll thank you properly later tonight.”

Billy pulled his sunglasses down his nose slightly, letting his eyes drag shamelessly up and down Steve’s body. Tongue waggling over his bottom lip as he huffed a quiet laugh at Steve’s hesitation. Billy knew he’d won this round.

“Only if you promise not to speed for a month,” Steve demanded, face red, popping his gum absentmindedly.

“No deal,” Billy shrugged as he leaned forward and started to roll up his window.

“Fine, fine!” Steve fell forward, hands outstretched as if placating a dangerous animal. “Golly.”

Billy quirked an eyebrow at Steve’s petulant tone. With a huff, Steve fell back again with another roll of his eyes.

“Whatever,” he mumbled. “Just go.”

Smirk firmly back in place, Billy gave Steve a mocking two finger salute before punching the power button to his stereo, music blaring shockingly loud and peeling out, tires squealing.

🚨🚨🚨

The abrupt, thunderous knocking at the front door should have been startling. Billy had been prepared for it for hours though. Making sure to move extra slow, Billy made his way to the front door, unlocking the deadbolt and throwing it open to see Steve. Steve’s jaw was tight, face pinched, fist still raised to pound against the now open door.

“Serious-“

Before Steve could finish speaking, Billy was on him. He pushed his lips against Steve’s in a messy, wet kiss, hands gripping his uniform shirt tightly. As he licked into Steve’s mouth, Billy started walking backwards and pulling Steve forward by his shirt. Billy groaned as Steve tangled a hand in his hair, deepening the kiss before pulling away abruptly.

“Woah,” Steve breathed, eyes wide as he kept his gaze locked on Billy’s lips. “Wha-“

“Come to collect your gratitude, Harrington?” Billy cut Steve off as he reached a foot out to kick the front door shut.

Steve leaned forward helplessly for another kiss but Billy pulled away with a grin, hands working at Steve’s duty belt. With minimal fumbling, Billy had the belt unhooked, grabbing the cuffs as discreetly as he could and shoving them into his pocket. He tossed the belt to the floor, ignoring Steve’s grumble of protest, and pulled Steve against him once again.

Moaning at the rough scrape of Steve’s mustache against his upper lip, Billy titled his head to deepen the kiss. He gasped into Steve’s mouth as Steve grabbed his ass, forcing their hips together so that he could feel their half hard cocks pushing together through their pants. They stumbled slightly as Billy pulled them into the bedroom, the flooring abruptly changing to carpet.

“I should arrest you for bribing an officer,” Steve whispered against Billy’s mouth as he kicked off his shoes.

“I’d like to see you try,” Billy teased before grabbing ahold of Steve’s hips and shoving him on the bed.

“Fuck,” Steve breathed as he scrambled up the bed, wide brown eyes tracking Billy’s every movement as he walked around the side of the bed towards Steve.

Billy climbed onto the bed, grinning as he gathered Steve’s wrists in one hand and shoved them against the headboard. Eyes fluttering as he released a surprised exhale, Steve relaxed into the hold, lips pursing purposefully. Chuckling quietly, Billy leaned down for a quick kiss before yanking the cuffs out of his pocket and locking them around Steve’s wrists to secure them to the headboard.

“What the fuck?” Steve asked, shock and annoyance quickly coloring his voice and face.

Struggling against the hold of the cuffs, Steve wriggled around. He fought uselessly against his own handcuffs as Billy started undressing next to him. Billy wished he could find sheets in the exact shade of pink that Steve was flushing as he pulled angrily against the cuffs.

“Bi- Hargrove, seriously! What the actual fuck?”

Grinning in response, Billy straddled Steve and started unbuttoning his uniform shirt and pants.

“Shhh,” Billy shushed mockingly. “I’m trying to thank you, Deputy Harrington.”

Grunting as he pulled absently at the cuffs, Steve’s jaw went loose as Billy started pulling his uniform pants down. It was like he hadn’t realized that Billy was actually naked and on top of him until that moment. Probably hadn’t with his surprise at being cuffed to the headboard. He eventually seemed to find his voice again as Billy leaned over to the bedside table to grab lube.

“You’re breaking the law, Hargrove,” Steve murmured weakly, whining as Billy slicked up his dick.

“Oh yeah?” Billy challenged as he swiped the excess lube along his hole, having already prepped himself before Steve got there. “What laws am I breaking, officer?”

“Uh -“ Steve licked his lips as he watched Billy slip a perfunctory finger inside himself. “I don’t know, whatever I said earlier about bribery.”

Billy cackled before shuffling forward on his knees and pushing Steve’s undershirt up so that his stomach and chest were exposed.

“Good thing my middle name is lawless,” Billy teased, tongue between his teeth as he grabbed Steve’s cock and rubbed the head of it against his hole.

Lifting his free hand from Steve’s stomach, Billy grabbed Steve’s chin in his hand and directed his gaze up towards his own face.

“You gonna be a good boy, Deputy Harrington?” Billy asked as he sank down just enough so that the head of Steve’s dick slipped inside.

“Yeah,” Steve whined, nodding his head emphatically. “Yes, Billy! God, yes!”

With a wicked grin, Billy dropped down on Steve’s cock. He groaned at the overwhelmingly full sensation, screwing up tight as he bottomed out. Steve’s answering whimper sent fire burning through Billy’s veins. It was just enough motivation to work himself up from his knees and onto his feet so that he could start mercilessly riding Steve’s dick.

He kept his grip around Steve’s chin tight so that Steve couldn’t look down at where he was disappearing in and out of Billy. His other hand remained firmly planted on Steve’s stomach.

“Say it,” Billy ordered breathlessly as he bounced at a punishing pace, he could practically feel Steve’s cock in his throat. “Tell me you’re gonna be a good boy.”

“I -“ Steve cut off with a whine, eyes snapping closed momentarily before locking with Billy’s again. “I’ll be a good boy.”

Dropping his hand from Steve’s chin, Billy leaned forward and planted both of his hands on Steve’s chest. The new angle forced Steve’s dick against Billy’s prostate with each drop down and it had fire roaring in Billy’s gut. His fingers clenched, pulling at Steve’s chest hair and Billy grinned at the way it had Steve whimpering.

“Whose good boy are you?” Billy questioned, thighs screaming as he kept up his quick, rough rhythm, Steve’s dick a hot and insistent pressure inside of him.

“Yours,” Steve promised, hands pulling against the cuffs again as he peered up at Billy. “I’m your good boy.”

Steve was a sight. His face was red and sweaty. His soft brown hair was steadily falling out of its severe gelled down style and sticking to the sides of his face. His swollen red lips were parted around desperate gasps, mustache wild and messy from all of the kissing. His eyes were big, round, and watery. Billy was on fire at the sight of him.

“You think good boy’s give their husbands tickets?” Billy demanded, trying to hold back his own whines as he continued to ride Steve’s cock with a vengeance.

“No,” Steve insisted, tone pleading.

“Good thing you didn’t then, huh?”

Billy tossed his head back before Steve could answer. The sight of Steve underneath him was too overwhelming, so Billy panted up at the ceiling until he could collect himself. He tightened his fingers in Steve’s chest hair further, relishing the whine it got him, his punishing rhythm never faltering. The way Steve’s dick was pushing up against his prostate had Billy burning with the need to orgasm quicker than he wanted.

Letting his head drop forward again, he smirked at Steve’s pinched brows as Steve watched where he was disappearing in and out of Billy. Whining, Steve planted his feet on the bed and snapped his hips forward into Billy’s next drop. Billy’s rhythm faltered momentarily as fire rushed through his veins, an involuntary cry tearing from his throat.

“Good boys wait for permission to come,” Billy reminded Steve, voice rough as they settled into a brutal give and take of their hips pulling apart and slamming back together.

“I’m your good boy,” Steve promised with a whimper, hands still pulling uselessly at the handcuffs.

“Yeah,” Billy agreed breathlessly as he wrapped a hand around his own cock. “You’re my good boy.”

“Yes, yes, Billy - yes!” Steve was pushing his head back into the pillows as Billy started to tighten around him.

Twisting his fist around his dick roughly, Billy gave up trying to make it last as long as possible and allowed himself to give into the fire building dangerously in his gut. He continued to bounce hard and quick on Steve’s cock, thigh muscles quivering as he tried to keep his feet planted firmly on the bed. Just when he thought his muscles might give out and he might spontaneously catch fire, Billy felt his breath and voice catch in his throat.

Shuddering violently, Billy felt his orgasm burn through him as his come shot all over Steve’s chest and stomach. The involuntary clenching of his body was bordering on painful as he tightened up even further around Steve’s dick. The slight sting was worth it as Billy heard Steve whine, loud and high, and felt him spill deep inside of him.

As breath rushed back into his lungs, Billy let himself fall onto the bed next to Steve with a satisfied groan. He allowed himself a moment to lick into Steve’s open, panting mouth. It was more breathing into each other's mouths than actually kissing, but it had a pleasant warmth spreading through Billy’s chest.

“Such a good boy,” Billy whispered into Steve’s mouth before sucking at his swollen bottom lip. “Made me come so hard.”

He allowed himself a moment to linger before pulling away and rolling out of bed as Steve whined in protest.

“Stay right there,” Billy instructed as he backed away toward the door, smirking at Steve’s annoyed frown as he pulled at the handcuffs.

Spinning on his heel, Billy started making his way towards the bedroom door. He grinned when he heard Steve’s pleased hum as come started to drip down his thigh. Walking over to Steve’s discarded duty belt, Billy crouched down and started digging through the pouches until he found the handcuff keys and walked back into the bedroom.

Billy immediately unlocked the handcuffs and pulled Steve’s wrists to his mouth, kissing them gently. He tossed the keys and cuffs onto the bedside table before bullying Steve onto his side and spooning up behind him. Gently rubbing the come into Steve’s chest and stomach hair, Billy’s smiled against the back of Steve’s neck as he snuggled into Billy a little more insistently.

“Dinner’s in the oven and should be ready soon,” Billy whispered against Steve’s neck before sucking a kiss into the delicate skin.

“You’re the best,” Steve breathed as he stopped Billy’s hand on his stomach and laced their fingers together. “You really can’t be breaking the law like that though.”

Billy laughed and leaned forward just enough to plant a kiss against the corner of Steve’s mouth.

“Okay, Deputy Harrington,” Billy teased, squeezing Steve’s fingers.

“What was the point of getting me to pull you over anyways?” Steve asked before turning back slightly and pursing his lips pointedly.

Billy smiled and indulged him, planting a few quick, wet kisses to Steve’s mouth.

“Well,” Billy drawled, smirking at Steve wickedly. “I have always said: fuck the police.”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Cop Steve Harrington, Handcuffs, Riding, Barebacking, Top Steve Harrington, Power Bottom Billy Hargrove Summary:

“I’ll tell you what,” Billy started, sucking at his teeth as he pretended to contemplate for a moment. “You forget about how fast I was going, and let me go scot-free -“

Rolling his eyes and falling back on his heels, Steve scoffed, disbelief evident in the angry jut of his chin.

“- and I’ll thank you properly later tonight.”

Inspired by a gifset I saw forever ago on tumblr and felt the sudden urge to write a fic for!

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Attack 12! Huffie for huffiest

[the-littlest-kojin]

I challenge you to pick five Tumblrs in your social circle and tell them something you admire about their blog!

Alright! Bearing in mind that there are way more than five Tumblrs that I adore, here's some compliments for five of them! Gonna start with @scholarlybreadbun! Meeps was kind enough to help me when I was an anon, trying to work out how to get started, and they have been consistently kind and lovely to me since. On the topic of their work, they have a real knack for relationships with NPCs that I would consider tricky to pair in a way that makes the relationship compelling.

Secondly, I'm gonna mention @snow-covered-moon, who is completely lovely, a wonderful screenshot-photographer, and whose writing and art is always so evocative! They have helped me in a lot of my writing and screens, and their own work is always a delight to see crossing my dash.

Third, we have @scholarlostintime! Fennie is a delight to interact with (even if I feel that Fennie has undergone quite a bit of torture since receiving that first letter from Conroy), and the mun is intelligent, insightful, and patient, and a delight to talk to. I can reliably consider the appearance of this particular Tumblr on my screen to mean that I'm about to get some quite sweet writing.

Fourth, I'm going to mention a more recent RP partner, that of @spotofmummery, who has been a joy to collaborate with, their writing style being very technical and formal in a way that is befitting their chosen muse of Amon, the level of immersion involved being quite amazing, especially given the very limited snippets that show through in a format like Tumblr!

Finally, I'm going to mention my longest-time RP partner, of @sunnylux-the-hufflest-puff. While their mainblog is not a character blog, they run multiple blogs that I love seeing what comes up on, and they are the entity responsible for @lett-fyth, @ahavael-rayne, @marisol-faria, and many, many more. They're the only blog on this list who is a contemporary of mine rather than my senior, but I still consider their writing and creative works an absolute treat to read.

[akumanoken]

When everyone is picking on Ann unfairly.  Sakura cannot think of a more fair and just queen and empress!! She does all she can for everyone!!

[cmdrace]

The masquerade ball was getting loud. The chatter that brought the ambience and the beautiful music that soothe even the most huffiest man. The melody dancing in the air as Ace watched as they danced, as people swayed back and forth, smiling at strangers that they had little to know idea about.

Or maybe they did..

Ace was only an imaginary person in a crowd of strangers. Ace was really not a royalty that can flaunt around, but he was well dressed, stealing and bartering his way to getting a nice suit and a mask to hide the identity of which one could ever figure out.

As he snuck to the food, picking off the food that he'd wish to have. But all the food that he could never afford. The food was lined up with meats that he could only think of tasting in his dreams.

That was until he was bumped and almost spilled all the food that was piled on a plate. His first move was to turn around, but as soon as he heard an apology, he bowed.

"oh no no, you are perfectly fine," Ace said, taking a smile under the mask he had snuck from someone changing the voice as if he was a posh man just getting food for his lady.

Yeah, the lady being his stomach.

"but perhaps you may fancy a drink or two, but if you're eager to go dancing, then I make no grudge against you" Ace said looking at the man who looked at least a weird doppelganger of himself.

"pardon me, but may I get your name?" He asked, his eyes looking at the attire.

Why did he look so familiar? Was he someone that Ace knew?

With another sigh, Ace smiled. "If you wish not to, you are more than fine with that, carry on," he said getting out of the man's way.

Send me ♕ to bump into my muse at a masquerade ball @cmdrace asked: 👑

The last time he had seen Benn Beckman, the man had been shaking with a silent rage at his Captain's actions. Though Shanks certainly welcomed criticism of his behavior and movements, this was a situation that he very much did not ask for nor deserve such violent vitriol.

"You are making an ass out of yourself," Beck had seethed. But Shanks had ignored him and was now at the masquerade ball. He was sure the stares at him were because he looked so much like he blended in.

He had borrowed one of Beck's fancy black coats that hugged his torso and was a little tight around one of his biceps. His missing arm was hidden by a navy blue cape, a navy blue and silver mask was over his face and hiding his scars.

On his head, nice and tall, was a top hat he had swindled off of some pompous ass in the last town. Normally, despite his tendency to lean towards the pirate life, he really wasn't about stealing people's personal affects. Especially their hats. But this guy was a jerk and the hat deserved to be with someone who was not a jerk: namely Shanks.

Perhaps the part of all of this that really made Beck call his captain and long time best friend an ass was the slicked back, freshly-dyed black hair. There was a bathroom on the Force that was now also dyed black from the semi-permanent hair dye he had purchased for this occasion. It did work though - he now had jet black hair. He even remembered to dye his eyebrows. And he only marginally dyed parts of his fingers.

The other part that probably made Beck call him an ass was the large, glorious mustache he had affixed to his face. It almost mimicked that of his own Captain, but Captain Roger had died years ago so clearly he was not him. Though he did perhaps look like Captain Roger's son. The discount version of Ace. The - and pardon the modern metaphor - wish.com version of Ace.

Whether he looked like Captain Roger's son, an ass, or the 'we have Ace at home' Ace with a moustache, he certainly did not look like Red-Haired Shanks. But he was certainly drunk like him.

As he walked through the ballroom, he found himself stumbling a little over his feet and into another person. "I'm sorry dear boy," he was doing his impression of what he thought a high-class gentleman with a moustache and slicked back black hair would sound like. It just sounded like an idiot, really. "I didn't see you there. I hope you're unharmed."

What are you even saying, Shanks?