#lookit the sweet baby

[veinsfullofstars]

🎃 Kirbtober 2024 Day 29: Trick or Treat 🎃

(ID: Kirby series fanart of the CFAU kids out trick-or-treating together, backlit by a large yellow moon peeking through the silhouettes of dead trees. Bow Dee - dressed as a shark - dashes ahead, holding a swirly halloween lollipop and roaring like a feral little beast. Dedede - dressed as a masked wrestler - is not far behind, carrying a big candy sack over his shoulder and excitedly pointing ahead. Meta - dressed as a certain legendary warrior - flies after them just as eagerly, holding a pumpkin-shaped candy bucket in one hand and brandishing a construction-paper lance in the other, his wings shedding feathers he’d taped over them. Para Dee - dressed as a space ranger - brings up the rear, dragging his own candy bag behind him and already looking so tired from a long night of walking. Additional fun facts and headcanons below the cut, as well as a bannerless version. END ID.)

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Started on 10/15/24, finished on 10/16/24. | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost | Kirbtober 2023 Comp

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Some CFAU Halloween facts:

- Bow has worn that same shark costume every year since her first Halloween. It’s one of the few times in her childhood that she’s taken off her bow willingly for more than a few minutes.

- DDD saved up his allowance money for nearly a year to commission one of Bow’s moms (a former seamstress) to make that mask for him. She admits that she would’ve done it for free, but DDD’s papa insisted otherwise, hoping it might teach the boy about the value of money and paying folks fairly for their services (which it does... eventually).

- DDD’s mama tried to convince her son to wear a sweater due to the late-fall chill in the air, but he staunchly refused, claiming it wouldn’t be “authentic to the look.” They compromised by adding a blanket cape to his costume.

- Meta spent hours on his costume, consulting every book he could find at the Library Turtle for reference, agonizing over several "failed attempts" until he got it right. In the end, he managed to make himself into a fairly accurate replica of the Ancient hero... but had to make a few concessions, leaving the shield and pauldrons behind so he could carry his treat bucket (a difficult sacrifice, but a worthwhile one).

- Despite all his meticulous work, Meta leaves a trail of feathers behind them all night, his wings nearly bare by the time they return home to sort their candy. To his credit, he’d had some trouble applying them thanks to his limited reach, so - rather than leave his costume incomplete - he asked Para to help him out. (He’d considered asking DDD first… but the thought of the penguin touching his wings made his stomach feel funny. He’s not sure why.)

- Para’s outfit is a hand-me-down from one of his older siblings. It’s a bit snug and tends to chafe, not to mention entirely inaccurate to a real spacesuit… but it’s one of his favorite costumes of all time, the closest he’s ever been (in his youth, at least) to feeling like a real, honest-to-Nova astronaut.

- DDD gives all his chocolate candy to Meta without question. Bow steals everyone’s sour candy without asking. Para picks one grandma caramel from his pile and lets the others keep the rest. The four of them share a small bag of homemade checkerboard cookies provided by Para’s dad.

[lifemod17]

me escorting anyone who doesn’t respect his privacy out the exit

you're a lot better than me because I would not be that smiley, I would look more like

And just stare them down until they leave

[take-taker-taken]

Couple Mean Mark / Baby!Taker GIFs - enjoy!

[hislittleraincloud]

DirecTor: Aight, gotta re-do the maps for Chapter 8 tonight.

UVCC: *pouts*

DirecTor: HEY. You have your own huge story on the burners too. But you and Jon are so distracting. I got fans —

UVCC: You could have more fans with us.

DirecTor: ... I'm not doing it for the quantity of fans, I'm doing it for the story. Stories, sorry.

UVCC: Our story is sweet...er.

DirecTor: ...Really. Your own name?

UVCC: Ain't I cute?

DirecTor: That's not for me to answer —

UVCC: You don't think I'm cute??? *tears up*

DirecTor: Cairo —

UVCC:

DirecTor: My gods...Jon, come get your girl.

[stephanweaverofworlds]

@faridahmalik

Little baby

(via)

[buckyalpine]

A thot. A smutty, slutty, scandalous thot. With Bodyguard Bucky. Possessiveness, size kink, breeding kink, all of it. Now, imagine being the sweet, quiet, beautiful wife of the esteemed John Walker, CEO of Walker Industries. You sit at his table, clapping with the proudest smile on your face as he accepts an award for another successful year. Your husband dedicates all his success to the beautiful woman who has supported him through all the ups and downs, who has been by his side through it all.

You.

You blow a shy kiss in his direction when the cameras pan over to you, giggling at the wink he throws back. The press will have a field day about the most envied couple in the world, so perfect and so in love. As the night nears its end, your husband gives your hand a squeeze from where he sits beside you, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

"Going to have to stop by office darling, one our major investors just called" He kisses your cheek affectionately with an apologetic look on his face but the understanding smile you give him back lets him know you're not the least bit upset.

"Of course, I'll miss you" You reply and take a sip from your champagne, appearing oblivious to the glances that are thrown your way by the others as your husband leaves without you, his secretary following closely behind him.

All the hushed whispers.

Poor woman has no idea.

All the secrets.

Just a pretty thing on his arm, probably doesn't have a clue.

Doesn't have a clue her husband has been carrying on with his secretary late into the nights and all through out his business trips.

Such a shame she's none the wiser. Has no one thought to tell her? Pity she's genuinely so in love with him.

Truly such a shame, wasn't it?

Such a shame your husband had no idea your bodyguard fucked your brains out till he busted balls deep in side you every chance he got.

Bucky doesn't say a word as he leads you out of the venue, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, helping you into the car. As soon as he slipped in beside you, you rolled up the dark partition before slinking onto his lap and slamming your lips against his. Bucky groaned against your lips, his hands finding their way home to grope and spank your ass, guiding your hips to grind down on his erection straining against his black pants.

"Need me to take care of you, huh princess" He murmured against the shell of your ear before going back to lacing his tongue with yours causing a shiver to run down your spine, nipping his pouty lip and grasping onto the lapels of his blazer.

No time was wasted as you straightened yourself out upon entering your home, quickly dismissing the staff to leave for the night, giving you free reign to do as you pleased.

As soon as the house was empty, he tossed you over his shoulder, striding up the stairs and straight to the master bedroom. He dropped you onto your large bed, tearing your dress in half down the middle, letting the material fall away at your feet.

"Fuck this" He grabbed your left hand, tugging off the wedding band you wore for appearances and tossing it carelessly across the room. He took off the silver tog tags that hung around his neck, slipping them over your head and letting his name sit perfectly between your breasts, the sight making him feral.

"Didn't even bother with panties" Bucky licked his lips at the sight of your bare naked body, not even a tiny sliver of lace covering your modesty. "You knew, didn't you"

"Always" You purred, knowing damn well your husband would fuck off to bang his desperate little secretary, unknowingly also giving you the night of your life you so badly craved. You crawled to the middle of the bed, your legs spread while Bucky tossed his blazer and shirt off, his pants and brief's quick to follow.

"Lookit you baby, so naughty, fuckin' your bodyguard in the same bed your husband sleeps in"

You let out a needy whimper while he stayed at the edge of the bed enjoying the view, his hand coming down to wrap around his cock giving himself long, languid strokes.

"James, please" you pleaded with a pout but Bucky just smirked in return, hissing as he swiped his thumb over the wet slit of his cockhead.

"I know prinţesă, I know, let me look at how pretty you are" He cooed, joining you on the bed and slotting himself between your legs. You wrapped your arms around his thick shoulders while he let his cock slip between your folds, rolling his hips to hump against your bare cunt. "You're soaked angel, been waiting for this, hm?"

"Wanted you so bad, need you James" Your hips bucked up, chasing the feeling of his fat cock rubbing against you, his swollen cockhead bumping your clit every time he pushed forward. "No teasing, please, missed your cock so bad"

"Shhh, you have me baby, m'right here, yeah?" Bucky kissed away the tears that started to slip down your cheeks, your arousal smearing all over his balls. He guided his dripping cockhead to press against your clit making you cry out, circling his most sensitive parts against yours, "M'right here, feel that angel? Y'feel how wet m'getting for you baby, right on that pretty clit, such a good girl letting me jus' leak all over her slutty little pussy, fuck theres so much precum 'nd m'not even inside you yet"

You'd never felt more empty, clawing at Bucky's back, your pussy fluttering and clenching over the way his silky tip kept tracing circles around your throbbing, sensitive bud. He flicked his cockhead across your clit a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.

"S'fuckin' tight, sh-shit" Bucky moaned as he started to press into you, sliding all the way home in one swift motion. He stayed still, holding your body close to his while your legs wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his ass, begging for him to do something.

"Move Jamie, please, c'mon, fuck me damn it, I need you, I need- FUCCKK" Your words slurred into sobs as Bucky started to fuck you hard and fast, already too needy with having to get a night alone with you.

"Needed me huh angel? fuckin' needed you too, s'all I think about pretty girl, just me n' you, how-oh fuck- how are you so tight around my cock" Bucky rambled, bringing his knee up to get a deeper angle, his hands coming to lace with yours, pinning you against the mattress.

"Missed-fuck-missed you Jamie" You whimpered, your pussy squeezing and sucking his cock back in,

"My baby loves her fat cock, I know, know you're so empty when I can't fill you up sweet girl, you love your bodyguard's big dick don't you" The taunt in his voice only got you off more, your eyes rolling back as he continued to rail you. "You're pussy's choking me so tight, don't think I can hold back tonight princess, don't think I'll be able to pull out"

"Don't" you whispered and something in the air switched, the highly charged sexual tension replaced with something more desperate and needy as you clung onto each other reading closer and closer to your highs.

"Mmph, y'can't say that, gonna wet your bed with my cum prinţesă, you'd like that wouldn't you, my cum covering all your sheets, your pillows smelling like me, letting me fill you up till your belly gets all swollen"

Bucky's voice melted into a whine, his dominance faltering into something needier, quickly shoving the thought away because he knew there was no chance. It would never happen. You'd never be so careless for such an accident to happen.

"Want it Jamie, want it all with you, please, don't-fuck, oh God-don't pull out" Your glassy eyes wet with tears showed no signs of deception but it couldn't be. He searched your gaze and you could see the innocence in his face wishing this were real, the way his body moved with yours, wishing it was just you and him. "St-stopped taking birth control"

Bucky sobbed at your confession, fucking you harder, making the headboard slam against the wall with his powerful thrusts. His hips snapped , shoving his cock all the way into your pussy, his balls growing heavier at the thought of leaving a piece of him inside of your fertile womb.

"you're fuckin' mine, you hear me? Mine. Mine. Mine. Say it!" Bucky grunted, biting your neck making you scream, your back arching off the bed, pressing your chest further against his.

"M'yours, all yours, just' yours" You slurred out, eyes rolling back and your moans turning nearly silent as immense pleasure crept down your spine.

"Gonna put my baby in you, make you mine forever, fuck your husband, your gonna be the mother of my child, just you prinţesă, all you, ALL YOU" Bucky roared against your neck as he shot ropes of his cum deep in your pussy, giving you harsh, sloppy thrusts as he grew more sensitive. He wrapped his arms around your body with his face tucked into your neck, shuddering at the feeling of your soft hands caressing his back, running your fingers through his soft cropped locks.

You hardly noticed him carrying you over to his room down the hall, tucking you into the warm sheets, resting your head on his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I love you" You murmured, smiling at the empty space on your ring finger and feeling the comforting coolness of his chain around your neck.

One day.

"I love you more, prinţesă" Bucky murmured, meaning every word as you both drifted off to sleep.

You couldn't wait to leave your husband.

a/n: This was meant to be way sluttier and less in the feels so might need to revisit this with a different version

[milliesfishes]

Re:writers block- Um either one of the with their like 2 year old daughter😭

OHHHHH MY GOODNESS I LOVE

Billy:

Billy was born to be a girl dad- he’d be so, so doting on her. like you knew when she was born she’d be a daddy’s girl and you were just fine with that because you wanted her to adore him. he’d take her on his horse and she loves it, always asking when daddy’s gonna take her again. he’d come home from work and pick her up and spin her around- you always knew when he was home because you’d hear your daughter’s giggling from the kitchen. he’d come in with your baby on his hip all smiley. “hi mama.”

you’d smile as he gave you a kiss, telling your daughter to give mommy a kiss too. and your sweet little daughter always did, much to your delight.

“Look so pretty,” he’d tell you, bouncing your baby on his hip and looking at her. “Ain’t mama pretty?”

“Pretty!” your daughter would exclaim, waving her little hand at you. she'd been named Charlotte when she was born, but he took one look at her rosy cheeks and said they looked like cherries. and that was what he called her. you loved watching them together, leaning on the porch railing after you were done cleaning up. they’d be in the garden, and she’d show him the flowers she picked and grasped in her chubby fists. it was adorable: Billy and his Cherry.

he'd see you on the porch and wave you over, tugging you down to sit with him, with your knees resting on his thigh, your feet between his legs. Cherry would come over and sit on his leg, showing you the few more flowers she had aquired and pushing them into your hand.

"for me?" you'd smile. "how lovely."

billy'd watch the whole scene with a soft smile on his face, then put his arms around the both of you, his cheek resting on your head, his other hand holding Cherry to his chest. "lookit m' girls," he'd say, kissing your cheek and then the top of Cherry's head. "lucky man, I am."

(President) Coryo:

I think of Coryo as the type of dad who'd absolutely spoil his child, but especially if it was a daughter. you'd worried Coryo would be more absent since the baby wasn't a boy, but you didn't think he could have loved her more than he did. he'd hold her on his lap while he was doing paperwork, bouncing her on his knee and letting her draw little hearts on his proposals.

he'd dress her in pretty things just as he did you, and spoil her with little presents. you always said you were lucky your daughter was so sweet or else she'd be a monster with how he let her get her way.

if you had a difficult birth, Coryo would have been slower to warm up to the baby than you were, at first looking at her as something that nearly killed you. but the minute he held her he was smitten, rocking her back and forth, a smile melting his usual stoic expression. it warmed your heart to see them together. he'd make sure his daughter had every advantage in the world, everything she wanted was at her fingertips.

he always said she looked like you but you thought she was all Coryo, with his pale blonde hair and bright blue eyes. seeing the face of someone you loved in your little daughter only endeared her to you more.

after a long day of work, he'd stand up and stretch, heading into the nursery to see her, the bright spot in his day. sometimes you'd already be in there, standing beside her bed and watching her sleep.

he'd wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder, watching her too.

"has she been asleep long?" he'd ask, kissing the side of your head, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of your sleeping baby.

"just a few minutes," you'd say, and he'd bury his nose in your hair, smiling softly.

"she's beautiful, isn't she?" he'd murmur into your hair.

"yes," you'd lean back into him. he said the same thing every time and you loved it. "she is."

[stephanweaverofworlds]

@faridahmalik

[luveline]

an eddie/roan/reader request <3

roan loses a tooth and reader is freaking out asking if it hurt, if she’s okay, and roan is just excited bc that means the tooth fairy is gonna pat her a visit!!!

ty for your request ♡ eddie and roan. step mom!reader. 1.1k

Eddie's trying to prove to you that he can play Master of Puppets on the guitar, but it's been a long time since he was twenty. "Ah, fuck," he says, stumbling over another chord. "What the fuck. I thought muscle memory was supposed to remember things for me." 

"I think you need to prompt your muscles into remembering," you say, cross-legged on the armchair with a pint of vanilla ice cream in your lap. "Can you play my favourite again?" 

"Depends. What's in it for me?" 

"So much. I'll scratch your back all the way through Princess Polly tonight." 

He immediately sets his fingers against the first chord of your favourite song and begins to play. Your back scratching literally haunts him. He can be on a rolling board under a truck that stinks of dirt and old oil and he'll be dreaming of your fingernails and their gentle up and down, his face on your shoulder, in your neck, buried in your thigh, whichever way he lays down. A song for an hour of your touch is easy work. 

He suspects you like doing it as much as he likes getting it. You love taking care of him. You're good beyond words. 

Eddie watches you nod along to his playing happily, a spoon between your lips, a dot of melted cream on your chin, and he knows what he has to do. "I'd ask you to marry me if I hadn't already done it," he says. 

You cut into your ice cream with a delighted jaunt. "I'd say yes for sure. You can ask me again, if you like. After the song." 

"I'll ask you as many times as you want. I'll even throw in a free song—" 

The air rips apart with a signature Roan Munson scream, which is to say, it's impossible to tell if Roan is in immense pain or having the most fun of her life.

Eddie almost chokes putting down his guitar as you ditch your ice cream on the arm, half a second behind him as he races upstairs.

"What's wrong?" Eddie shouts as he goes. "What? What?" 

"Daddy!" she shouts as Eddie throws open her bedroom door, sitting on the heart-shaped rug beside her dollhouse. "Lookit!" 

You move his elbow aside to squeeze through the doorway. "Is that a tooth?" 

"It's my tooth!" 

"Oh my gosh, princess!" you yelp, kneeling down in the plush rug in front of her, your thumb on her pale chin. "You're bleeding! Aw, sweetheart, let me see."

Eddie blinks dazedly, bending down to take the tooth Roan offers. It's tiny and white with a hole at the bottom that's darker on the inside. He rolls it around in his palm. Is she really that age? he asks himself, looking unsurely between his hand and Roan where she beams on the floor. 

"There's blood on your dress, too," you say, fingers held delicately against her cheek. 

Eddie doesn't have ugly hands, but it's different to see you touch her. You're a sweet, careful woman when it comes to mothering, a soft touch through and through. "Can I see?" 

Roan tips her head back and opens her mouth. Clear as day is the gap in her pearly white teeth, a bottom tooth now gone. 

"What did you do?" Eddie asks knowingly. 

"Nothing! It felt wobbly so I just bit on my Prince Dylan until it felled out." 

"Baby," you murmur, wiping the bloody spit off of her lips, "you hurt yourself?" 

"It didn't hurt that much." 

"Maybe let's not force them, Ro. Teeth come out when they're ready. If you start pulling them out before they're ready you might have wonky ones. And you shouldn't hurt yourself," Eddie says, kneeling down next to you for the united front effect. 

Roan looks at least somewhat chastised. "Okay. I won't pull them out until they're ready. But now the fairy comes, right? The tooth fairy?" 

Eddie grins, endeared by his devious little monster. You curl your sleeve down to press the clean edge to her gum, a frown creasing your face. Roan winces and you flinch, tucking her hair behind her ears in apology. 

"Sorry, lovely girl." 

"It's fine!" she says, flashing her first gap-toothed smile. "Don't worry, mom, it's just a small ow." 

You soften at the name and drop your hand to hers. "Okay. I won't worry… you know your first tooth fairy and your last are the special ones, right?" 

You and Eddie take to whispering as the bath runs that night, a debate of the ages. You think losing your first tooth deserves a new bike, or at the very least a new custom princess dress from the boutique in Indianapolis. Eddie thinks it deserves a kiss and a crisp twenty dollar bill. 

Roan splashes suds at your socks and tells you to stop whispering so much. 

That night, after Eddie forfeits half of his back scratching time to let you cuddle Roan, he sneaks into Roan's room with twenty dollars and a note. 

"Can we take another picture?" you whisper from behind hjm. 

"I think the flash might wake her up," he whispers back, the two of you standing still at the foot of her bed. She's clutching Teddy to her chest, curls splayed over her pink pillow, one of her feet sticking out of the sheets. "The first picture was really cute, we'll be fine." 

Roan smiled to show off her gap with her small tooth held up to lense. Eddie's gonna get it printed and maybe framed. She looks like a kid in the clothes catalogues. 

Together, you and Eddie tiptoe to her pillow to retrieve the lost tooth and replace it with her boon. Inspired by her statue-like stillness, Eddie leans down to press a kiss into her hairline, trying hard not to wake her up. 

Roan affords him no such luxury in the morning. "Dad!" she shouts, straight into his ear canal. He chokes awake. "The tooth fairy said you'd buy me a scooter! Is that true?" 

"Only if you stop yelling," he whines, burying his head under the pillow. 

Roan climbs onto the bed and over his back. He groans as his back clicks, settles when you put a hand on his shoulders sympathetically. 

"Your fault," he says. You're the one who campaigned for a new scooter. 

"Sorry, handsome," you say. 

Eddie will feel much more forgiving in a couple of hours. 

[animalsalvationassociation]

Natquik / C.J. / Marsh

[ DO NOT REPOST, ALL ART & CONCEPTS WERE MADE BY ME ]

Illustration Time: 8hrs 46min

Headcanons:

Professor Natquik -

“ Prof. Nesquik ”

Traumatized

Oh sorry . . . He’s an Ice/Snow “ Specialist ”

They literally FORGOT about HIM?!???!!

PTSD

Sweet, Sweet, Silence ~

Barnacles & Bianca’s Dad Figure

“Vhat are you talking ‘bout???”

Captain Calico Jack (aka C.J.) -

Kwazii’s Grandad

Tallest of the Octo-Dads

ALL the Rizz

Trend Setter

Writer of “ Memoirs ” & Pirate Stories

Treats Pete like the widdle baby he is!

Bird Dad

Dude. When was the last time you showered???

Ranger Marsh:

Tweak’s Dad

Old man w/ ALL the moves ~

Ranger . . . DUH

Head / Founder of the RSR [ Ranger Search & Rescue ]

Old Fashioned (Translation: Hates using new tech, LITERALLY an old man)

(I want ya’ll to know I literally forgot to add all of this before I posted this . . . oops)

YA’LL WE DID IT!!!!! Our celebration for 200+ Followers is complete!!!

You have no idea how long I’ve been dying to draw the Octo-Dads! Literally an eternity OMG!!!! Currently as of posting this we’ve gained 31 more friends! Welcome and thank you darlings for joining us on our adventure!!!

Lol, you might note that I put a little more effort into the Dad’s designs than all the others, honestly that’s because I love them sm! ALSO LOOKIT EEPY BABY PETE!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

ANYWAYS it’s 2:34 am and I’mmmmm . . . Probably gonna watch more music videos . . . Don’t judge me! (Yes I’m still ill, leave me alone! As Ron Swanson once said—or wrote out: “I do what I want.”)

GO CHECK OUT PARTS 1-3!!!

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[ This is a Octonauts AU, in no way is this canon to the OG storyline. ]

[tinydefector]

Hewwo Tiny (*・ω・)ﾉ

May I request a gender-neutral reader with either Blaster or Tracks (any continuity is alright btw) with hcs on how the two would react to the reader playing one of the more sensual maps of the Just Dance franchise or any dance game in general? Like the chair version of Rich Girl from Just Dance 2014, if you're unsure about what I mean by sensual.

Just Dance

Blaster x Reader

Masterlist

Word count: 770

Warning: sensual dancing, grinding while dancing.

Sorry this one wasn't long, but I do hope you like it. I was tempted to make it longer and turn it into a smut piece but I thought I'd hold off on that and just keep this piece sensual dancing.

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Blaster stood in the doorway watching his favourite little human dancing to music on the TV, they moved in time with the small dancer on screen,  a smile is splattered to his face as he watches each move, step and spin to the dance, even enjoying as they sing along to the song.  

A low whistle leaves the mech, optics gleaming with delight. "Well well, looks like someone's cuttin' loose! Always did love the way ya move, Sugar." He shoots them a cheeky smile with a wink. 

They let out a loud yelp turning around to see Blaster standing there with a smile on his face. Embarrassment floods them when they realise that Blaster had been watching them. “What are you doing here!” 

"C'mon now hot stuff, don't blow a gasket! This song was made for dancin', an' I know just how talented you are." Spinning in place, Blaster offered his hand with a beaming smile. " show me ya best moves! I promise I won't step on those cute little toes." He aimed a playful nudge at their feet. 

He extended a servo, palm up, letting them set the pace. "Whaddaya say—care to spin a few more rounds with me?" his tone is teasing but in truth he was delighted to finally catch them letting loose and enjoying themself. 

They avoid his gaze, not knowing what to say to him, it wasn't the worst thing he could have walked in on them doing but it was still rather embarrassing to be caught in a dance like that. "Aww c'mere baby, don't be shy," Blaster rumbled, embracing them gently against his chassis. 

"Your moves got me feelin' all sorts of ways, you know that?" He coos, lowering his face until his optics met eyes. "Ain't no shame in a little fun and you sure know how to have it, can't blame me for wanting to get in on some action." 

Slowly he began to sway, nudging them to follow suit. "C’mon, sweets. Ain't nothin' but you, me, and the rhythm now." His voice dropped to a smooth croon intent on coaxing out a smile from them. 

"Can't believe you were spying on me" they grumble softly but let's Blaster slowly lead them in another dance, music fading into a rather raunchy song which has them trying to hide their face against his chassis.  "Aww, ya know I can't resist that magnetism a' yours!" Blaster chuckled, swaying their bodies sensually to the song's rhythm. 

"Gotta say, this tune's got me feelin' inspired." His voice dropped to a low purr as hands wandered boldly, tracing every curve. "Got me thinkin' 'bout all the...creative moves we could try." He loved laying on the charms hard and even more so when it got his favourite human so riled up. Leaning in close, fans whirring, Blaster nipped their earlobe gently. "I'm all tuned in to your frequency, baby. Let me show ya what this song's really about."

They move together with just dance mat discarded and the game sitting there still on the menu as Blaster sways with them."Lookit this lil number. Guaranteed to rock your world." He grinned, "Let the music move you, sweet thing. I'll handle the rest." Blaster relished.

Had anyone walked in on them they would have seen the rather saucy dance with the two nearly grinding up against each other. But the embarrassment from earlier fades as they begin dancing to the beat. Each step Blaster guide and the mech himself was light on his feet with stunning choregraphe "Mmm, there we go, sweet thing" Blaster purred, guiding their hips in a sinuous roll against his plating.  

Every sway and murmur of approval only wound him tighter. He nuzzled their neck, fans roaring, venting hot bursts of air against their skin. "You're a natural at this, baby," he grinned, sliding hands down to squeeze their assets in time to the beat. "Got me feelin' all hot and bothered now!" He teases. 

"Blaster, don't you get started" they huff while griping his servo as he begins guiding them through another sequence, nearly gasping as Blaster pulls them closer, servos resting on their hips, one would almost think they were lovers with how they were dancing. "Aw, now don't act like you don't love it," Blaster chuckled, nuzzling their cheek affectionately. "Whole world knows I just can't control myself around a cutie like you."

 He guided their steps with care, watching their face for every delight or disquiet. This dance, like any art, "Ain't nothing sweeter than getting you all to myself," Blaster murmured. “your a tease is what you are” 

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Thinking of a punk Floyd and cottage core Jade, and sometimes they would switch styles to throw people off >:3 (Also can we please ignore that Floyd literally has so much drabbles-) Look, if you've read my DNI already you should be familiar that I do like more of these darker and toxic topics/tropes in fiction. But I was thinking of a bullying one where the tweels try and make you more dependent on the other so they could trap you ukno? Now personally, sometimes I dont think i’m too big on like the bulliedxbully but LIKE AHHHHHHHHHHH omgomgomgomogmg the brain is ROTTING!!! Punk Floyd bullying you into having you to rely on Jade and Jade cooing you with sweet words as he comforts you, only to bring you back to Punk Floyd. Or Cottage Core Jade manipulating a situation or spreading some false rumors about you to have you get into a fight, only for Floyd to be around and save you from the situation. And its just the same repetitive process till you slowly break and become theirs.

The only way to have Floyd become nicer to you is to start hanging out with him more. But you dont want to hang with him, I mean, who'd want to hang out with their bully am I right? Though Jade's piercing words make you reconsider because he isn't going to be there to comfort you forever. You might as well be on better terms with him. So you do. You try to fearfully make an effort to get along with Floyd, and surprisingly why is he a lot nicer than before? Yea sure he still teases you and treats you a little roughly but he acts a bit more tender than before and much more mindful. Around this time though you begin to become wary of Jade. Sometimes you seek refuge in Floyds arms because of the things Jade tends to say, and with these two scary guys hanging around constantly, you seem to get more isolated from your friends. Jades work behind the scenes to spread some little "words' ' towards your friends and every time you come back to hang out and talk with them they inch away further. Their faces are shown with a mix of fear or discomfort. And you know this is Jades doing because he's always there when you turn around. He knows you know. But could you honestly blame them? They just love you so much! They want you to themselves, and yes they have shared nasty fights about it but the results came in and lord and behold. It's on a positive note that they will be sharing you. Maybe not so positive for you, but very delightful for them. They just love that fearful look in your face, the frustrated tones in your voice, and how adorable and cute you look overall. Not only that but Floyd loves it when he cages his arms around you whenever he teases/roughly plays around with you. And Jade loves it when you go to him, burying your tear filled face into his chest or shoulders from the aftermath of Floyds bullying. I can imagine Floyd getting all whiny a little after as he comes over seeing you hugging Jade trying to seek some sort of comfort and that satisfied look on his face. Jades brushing your hair as you continue to cry in his wool knitted sweater and now Floyds is just irritated. He's coming over and pulling you off of Jade in such a forceful manner that it catches you to stop crying for a moment. He's holding you close to himself and slightly aggressively patting your back like one would to calm down a baby, positioning you on his lap for a more comfortable hold. "Ahhhhh jeez stop huggin' Jade like that. Here, look, I'm sorry okay? Shhhhh just be quiet now." His hold on you is tight, as if wanting you to just let him do this. Like he's always done. Though it doesnt exactly help with your tears. "Oh look, you're making them even more scared fufufu." God you hate this. The way you have no one else to turn to other than Jade and Floyd, but when Floyds around you cant help but hide yourself from Jade when he makes you feel a sort of humiliation. "Hm? Now lookit' here Jade, you're makin them all shy." Floyd brings his free hand to your head, pushing it down gently to the nook of neck with your stifled tears. "Shy" was the wrong word to describe it, but he knew that he was just underplaying it. "They're shaking," Floyd remarks. "It seems so. Is something wrong (y/n)?"

The audacity... THE AUDACITY OF HIM ASKING THAT! You have to be around them, its either one or the other. Because whenever you're not, they ensure that something happens just so you could go back to them once again. "Here, why dont you come into my arms (y/n)? I'll comfort you better like i've always done." Jades extending his arms out to grab a hold of you but Floyds tugging you away. "You've already got enough time with them, its my turn to have shrimpy to myself." You can only stiffen yourself a bit in his hold, continuing to just let yourself sit on his lap as you lay your head on his shoulders. Nothing but sniffles as you try and calm down. Jade is deeply displeased with this, a darker look shadowing over his face. “Oh? I’m pretty sure I was talking with (y/n). You should learn when to know who's talking to who Floyd.” You can feel a fight brewing up, slighting clenching your hand onto Floyds fishnets over his black shirt. “I dont give a fuck, shrimpy’s mine. Piss off.” 

Floyds beginning to get into a nasty mood himself, and Jade is starting to also get heavily irritated with you being in Floyds arms instead of his. Though with a slightly strained smile but dark glinted eyes, Jade speaks in a low tone. “Yours? We agreed to share, and they certainly dont look comfortable-” 

But before Jade could finish his sentence Floyd goes in and kisses your wet cheeks, his black lipstick smeared and now planted and marked on your wet cheeks. “Too late~” You were definitely caught off guard by this, a slight gasp squeezing out of you. And with that, Jade snaps. He’s pulling Floyds head back with the most viscous strength and Floyd lets go of you. You fall off of his lap so suddenly and so abashedly. Now on the floor, your eyes still being red and puffy, your cheeks being a tad bit moist from the leftover streaks of tears, and now a black kiss mark, you watch as the two brothers start to go all out on each other. Floyds going in for nasty punches and Jades pinning him down. Jade’s jealous. Ohhhh so jealous. Not once was he able to give you a kiss, but Floyd has? Not only that but he got to leave a mark of the kiss as well. Things are starting to get bloodied between the two with their completely enraged fistfight, throwing each other around and taking in powerhouse swings of kicks. The sheer monstrosities these two are, it only makes you wonder what else they are capable of. “S-Stop it!” You’re not quite sure why, but you felt the need to do something about this. If you just left, well it isn't that hard to make you come running back once things have calmed down. And just as intended, they stop mid-fight and turn to look at you. Floyds black eyeshadow and black lipstick are all smudged, his face bruised and scraped. Jade shares a similar look, his hair no longer neat and more ragged looking. Parts of their clothes are ripped and torn, Jade's fist is raised in the air as the other is clenched at the collar of Floyds shirt. Floyd has his foot dug into Jade's side, a hand on his neck and his hand clenched into a fist stopping mid air. 

Shit, all you wanted to do was have them stop. But you never actually thought of what to do. You sat there on the floor, still shaken up by witnessing their short but brutal fight. And Jades the first to speak. “Ah, look how shooken up they are. Apologies, I didn't mean to show you such a perturbing sight of me.” Both Jades and Floyds grip on one another loosen up and they both look over at each other. And despite their beaten faces, without needing to speak another word it was like they both knew what to do with those unsettling big grins of theirs. “Ahhh I’m in so much pain because of Jade. He’s such a big meanie you know?” 

“I find that hard to believe when I have all these bruises on me.” They both come back over to you, eerily crawling over. Another wave of fear is ushered out from your throat and you scoot yourself back, only for the both of them to lunge forward and grab your ankles to pull you towards them. “Hmm what's this? Are you trying to run away from us?” 

“Yea, after all that fighting for you Shrimpy you want to run away?”

“You are the reason we fought.” 

“Its only fair you settle it considering you were the one that started it~”

“W-what? I didn’t-” They both tug you down against them further, each one on your side. They wrap their arms so possessively around you and despite just having a fight, they seem to be having a more gentle approach towards you. “Hmmmm though It’s still unfair if Floyd gets to leave his lipstick on you, it bothers me. I want to leave something on you too…” His sudden low voice tickles your ear and you dont really know how to react to this situation. But your hearts beating a bit faster now, and they both seem to know what it is they were doing. “Hey hey shrimpy look at me,” with your head turned over to look at Floyd like he asks, he lets out a satisfied smirk sprawled onto his beaten and makeup smudged face. Jade on the other side goes into gently peppering kisses into your neck and slowly digging his teeth in, taking advantage of the open chance given from Floyd. You react strongly, and to ensure you stay in place they ensure to hold you more firmly. “Just a little nibble. Just a small one. I dont have lipstick on so I had to take other measures, apologies (y/n) fufu” They’ve never made such big romantical advancements like this before, if you can call it romance. If so, then it’d be a very very messed up version of one. But in their arms like this, it felt so comforting. Why have you only been in one's arms when you could have been in both? This has just been so exhausting, and with somewhat mixed feelings despite all that had happened, you go in and kiss Jade on the head. “WHAT?! THAT'S SO UNFAIR!!!” Quickly, you go over to kiss Floyd on the forehead too and he’s quickly more pleased, a pout still forming on his face however since you didn’t pick him to kiss first. Tired. That's all that you are right now. And to just please them, you indulge yourself to them as well. And with the three of you tired, you just lay on the floor with you starting to doze off. And Jade and Floyd start to become content snuggling themselves next to your sides. What reason was there to bully you when you’ve already accepted the situation now, you were theirs, and they’ll make sure everyone knows that. Starting with you. 

Hehehehehe I love the tweels >:3 i wouldn’t mind if Floyds lipstick was smudged on my cheek hehehe ^w^ (Or sandwiched in between them) I mean why pick one when you can have both! Indulging in myself because I deserve it🤞🤞

[002yb]

Jason handing his family the invitations for his wedding with Dick: :)

His family, totally oblivious to their relationaship until now: >:(

Okay, but Jason made those invitations back when he was still Robin and his crush on Dick was soft and sweet. Alfred would have helped put them together. A wedding invitation/save-the-date is an intimate affair, after all. It should be perfect.

So it becomes a lesson in stationary and penmanship with the playful teasing of a grandfather to his grandson and all the romantic, whimsical follies that fill Jason's sweet little head.

And then Bruce sees them and is confused up until Jason proudly extends him an invitation.

Bruce being all sorts of endeared until the exact moment he's not because, '...cordially invited to...Richard and Jason...what?'

He's stopped by a scathing look from Alfred because this is as sweet as it is harmless, master bruce, kindly stfu.

Only Bruce has to know because why Dick?? And Jason looks at Bruce like he's crazy and, okay. Yeah. It is a dumb question. Dick is wonderful. But Jason is so young. Jason is his baby.

'Lookit the date, boss.' Jason would say, and Bruce would see it then. Set for some day some years in the future.

And then Dick comes in and Jason loses his nerve because these are his romantic fancies - he doesn't want to be exposed

So he throws himself over them and is adamant about Dick fucking right off get lost omg.

But Dick still gets his hands on it and he smiles because 'aww, little wing~'

It's harmless. It's sweet. They laugh about it, then forget about it as life carries on. They all save their individual invitations though. They're all hidden away, saved as a silly memory.

And then Jason dies and that memory hurts.

That period after when everything is falling apart - when Dick is really getting married to who might be the love of his life, he finds that roughly made invitation and his heart breaks, and him along with it. Note: the wedding doesn't happen.

Then Jason comes back. It's as vicious and violent as usual. Dick isn't made aware until much later when Jason's childhood puppy crush has become a forgotten thing again.

Jason forgets, too.

But they come together. Sometimes a family, sometimes something different - a united front. They reconnect. They bond and fight and challenge each other and pick one another up and it's better than before. They're equals.

Something something dickjay get together. Cute sweet something something.

Skipping ahead because this is my singular thought for this ask ngl hahaha. One day I'll work on brevity whoops.

In true Dick Grayson fashion, their relationship goes from 0 to 100. From casual to committed. Only it's been a slow-building thing all this time, so they fall into it with ease.

Dick pulls out that invitation from before when he proposes to Jason. The dates still work and Jason dies 1) from excitement because Dick is down on his fucking knee like something out of a novel, a decade old wedding invitation from a lifetime ago in his hand that he saved and AHH and 2) from embarrassment because omfg Dick kept that nooooooo but also yes ;U;

It's those invitations that they hand out to friends and family. Old and modest as they are, it's perfect.

And yeah, Bruce being very ):< that Dick is going after his babygirl. And Jason getting exasperated because Bruce got his save-the-date years ago. That was indication enough, hello? Alfred, too.

Just like before, Alfred gives Bruce a sharp look because sir, stfu this is a happy day.

Which it is. Bruce relents. He's on board. As father of the bride grooms, who should he make out checks to?

[mama-qwerty]

What made u love Knuckles this much??

he's adorable

he's sweet

he's kind

he's caring

he's ADORABLE

nose crinkles

pretty violet eyes

did I mention HE'S SUPER ADORABLE???

I mean, lookit him:

Seriously, I'm not sure what specifically drew me to him. I was just kinda floating in the Sonic fandom for a while before movie 2 was released, and yeah, Sonic was this cute little baby in the first one, which is what drew me into the fandom in the first place.

But then I saw the second one and that echidna STOLE MY DAMN HEART.

Little baby Knux, left behind by his father, losing his tribe, roaming the galaxy by himself, fighting in arenas and facing down who knows how many horrible people who would want to hurt or use him.

The way Idris voiced him didn't help matters. He was so goooood.

I wanna baby him so badly. He needs to be babied, but doesn't realize it.

Eat your wings, ki'kone, and then we'll go for ice cream.

I love his little face. Those big pretty eyes. That bob-like head of dreads.

Just wanna kiss that little spot on his forehead, right below where his quills start. Squish those cheeks. Run my thumb up that patch of fur between his eyes when he's sleepy or tense to relax him.

He's just a boy who wants to help his friends. Wants to feel part of something again. He's genuinely so happy for Wade here, and I love him for it.

My boy. Love him so damn much.

And round eyed Knux is so damn hilarious. Lookit the little goober.

[spotsupstuff]

how can a humidifier be so fuckin cute, i hope you enjoy that chocolate dear god...

only the best choco Orion the company can offer may match the sweetness radiating from this image

Because of you, if I spot Orion chocolate in the wild I will have to buy and taste it @spotsupstuff !