#He is soft and squishy and you can't convince me otherwise

[crowleys-ducks]

Crowley acted like he was so bored and eepy during the lockdown call but we all know he was curled up in his bed watching cute animal videos all day every day and giggling like he just created another nebula.

#Crowley loves creation and if you think he doesn't binge watch cute vids you're lying to yourself #He also has a secret account and comments on all the vids he loves #Heart emojis and all #He is soft and squishy and you can't convince me otherwise #Crowley #good omens lockdown #Good omens #Good omens memes

[strangersteddierthings]

Porcelain Steve - Part 3

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Part Nine

Eddie hasn't moved from his spot on the Harrington's living room floor since El placed Steve back in his hands two hours ago except to switch his weight from side to side, depending on which buttcheek is currently numb. The mass exodus from the Byers-Hopper house to the Harringtons had taken less than 15 minutes and there has not been peace since, hence the remaining-on-the-floorness of it all for Eddie.

People stop by his stop in the living room to talk to Steve, looming over Eddie in their uncertainty. He stopped offering for people to take Steve after the third rejection because Eddie gets it; he's still the most chill about this (except Argyle, but Argyle is currently high, and Eddie is exceptionally sober and perhaps resenting that fact a bit) but he gets it. The situation is fucking freaky and maybe the thought of holding their transformed babysitter slash older brother figure slash hero might be a bit harrowing.

Of course, there's always an exception, so when Max lowers herself to the living room floor next to him, cane set down between them, and says, "Give him here." Eddie obeys, instructing her to hold her hands out so he can place Steve in them upright and facing her. Max's bones had healed alright, but she'd never get her vision back.

"Am I looking at his face?" She asks, gripping him around the waist with two hands like he's a messy hamburger.

Eddie can't actually tell from this angle if she's looking at his face but it's got to be close enough, so he says, "Yeah."

"Hey Steve," Max starts. "Everyone else is too much of a wuss to hold you but don't worry. They'll get over it. Not going to lie to you, though, this is pretty weird, but, like, mostly because I expected your body to be squishy, like a stuffed toy or those babydolls Holly drags around and forces us to take care of when we all hang out at the Wheeler's house. You know, the ones that are like soft with the plastic head, hands, and feet? That's what I expected." She runs one thumb up and down on his torso before tacking on, "ugh, this feels like a polo. Eddie, is he wearing a polo?"

"Yeah. I think he's in the outfit he was wearing when whatever happened happened. The polo was tucked into his jeans but Robin untucked it to check if there were scars on his lil' porcelain tummy."

"Are there?"

"Yeah. Painted on, Robin says. It's pretty accurate."

"Like, chest hair and all?"

"I... don't know? You'll have to ask Robin. She was the one holding him like two inches from her face."

Max's attention goes back to Steve. "I bet your tiny polo looks cute, simply because it's tiny. Only way a polo could be cute, Steve. I still can't believe you dress this way because you like it. And worse, I can't believe you actually pull off the look."

Eddie looks on, amused, as Max rambles from there. Which is an experience. Max isn't quiet by any means, but she's not a talk to fill the silence type, which is what this seems like. The topics are mundane, like how summer school is going, and about her plans to try and teach El how to skateboard using only verbal directions, and debating the pros and cons of trying to convince her mom to let her get a seeing-eye dog. Then, they make a turn Eddie didn't expect.

"I think I'm going to be mostly on babysitting duty instead of active research and rescue. You know, on account of the blindness and all. So, like, I hope you're going be okay just hanging out with me and listening to Kate Bush for hours."

He should not be feeling a twist in his gut of jealousy at the fact Max wants to take Porcelain Steve from him, and yet. "You gonna look after him, Max?"

She shrugs, turns her face towards Eddie, "I figured we'd all take turns babysitting. Might get boring for him otherwise. He'd drop everything to watch us, if this had happened to us. He has done that. We have to do the same for him. Plus, Steve likes to check in on us, don't you Steve? What better way than to give you, like, a day with everyone in rotation."

"Always the savior, never the saved, huh?" Eddie is trying to joke but Max's face twists into a frown and her arms lower for the first time, lower so Steve's little porcelain face stares up at the ceiling.

"No. Not always."

"Oh?"

"I saved him, once. From Billy. It was my fault he was even in danger," Max says, voice sad.

"I doubt it was your fault-"

"It was my brother trying to beat him to death," Max snaps and it shuts Eddie up quick. "And the only reason he was in the house, beating Steve to death, was because I couldn't follow the simple instruction of 'stay away from the window'. Steve could probably have gotten Billy to leave if I had. But I didn't listen, and Billy got in, and then he was threatening Lucas. He'd said 'you're dead, Sinclair' and then Steve had to be super lame but super cool at the same time by saying 'no, you are' and decking Billy in the face with, like, the full force of his body."

"That is a very lame thing to say."

"Right? Anyway, he was winning that fight until Billy cracked him over the head with a plate. Then it just went downhill so fast for Steve, and I was so sure I was about to watch my stepbrother murder someone. I-I don't even know what came over me, really. I'd never stood up to Billy before. I just knew I had to do something. There were these syringes filled with something that put you to sleep and I grabbed it and then I stabbed Billy with one and then threatening him with Steve's nailbat to never touch any of my friends again."

"Holy shit, Red. Metal as hell!"

She gives a small smile at that. "Well, the boys were basically useless so." She gives a shrug that suggests that sentence should have ended with what can you do?

"True. I've seen you girls in action. Scary and deadly."

Max looks down, then, back to Steve. "Alright, Steve. This is enough floor time for me. I'll yack your ears off later."

She holds Steve back out to Eddie, and he returns Steve to the place in his lap. She gathers her cane and pulls herself from the floor, calling out to see where El is, then presumably going off to find her.

"You really do have a tit-for-tat thing going on with these kids, don't ya?" Eddie chuckles, falling back into the quiet.

His mind does go back to Max and her story. Saving Steve from Billy. He's heard that story but never that part. Steve had given him a watered-down version that left out the fact Billy had threatened Lucas, and that Max had come to his rescue. He wonders if Steve even knows that part.

Had they told him? In Steve's version he's getting his ass beat, and then he's coming to in the back of Billy's car with Max at the wheel. It seems out of character for Steve to not take the time to brag about the kids.

Given the events of spring break of last year, and Max's complicated feelings towards Billy, maybe Steve does know the full story and it was left out intentionally. A thing left up to Max to tell or not, to have to relive. She's been better, doesn't bottle up the hard things anymore, even though it's not Eddie she talks to.

It's Steve.

Eddie feels a bit worse about his jealousy earlier. Of course, Max wants to spend time with Steve even if he can't talk back. He's been the stable male figure in her life for years, just like he's been for Dustin.

He looks up, really taking in the people around him. All the people that have gathered because they care about Steve. All the kids, their peers, Joyce, and Hopper, and some guy Eddie's never even heard of before named Murray.

Does Steve even know how much he means to everyone here?

He's going to ask Steve just that but Robin shouts from the dining area at the same time he opens his mouth, so he snaps his jaw shut and focuses in on that.

"Absolutely not! Those assholes dealt with StarCourt by burning it to the ground and that's it! What do you think they'll try and do to Steve!?" Robin's back is to Eddie, so he can't see her face, but he can see Nancy's, who she seems to be yelling at. Nancy looks determined.

"I'm not saying we go asking the shady government for help immediately! I just brought it up as an option for if we hit a dead end, or can't figure this out, or-" Nancy argues back, and Robin cuts her off.

"Shut up! We'll figure it out! We have before."

Nancy's face softens, looks sadder. "I know, Robin. I do. But how long do we try ourselves? How many days, weeks, months, do we just keep trying ourselves while Steve is stuck? We don't even have a starting point for fixing this, the least we can do is plan a time to ask for help."

"Nancy's right," Hopper says, even if he sounds upsetting about admitting it out loud. "We can trust Owens at least. He helped us."

"No, I'm with Freckles there. You cannot trust anyone in the government, Jim. How many times do you need to learn that lesson?" Murray says in a condescending tone (though Eddie hasn't heard any other tone from him, so maybe that's just his voice?).

Eddie finally stands from the floor. This feels like an argument he should join.

#steddie #my fic #platonic stobin #steve & his found family #porcelain steve #leaving it here because the point of the story is not about how they go about solving this #the point is steve and his feelings and everyones feelings about him

[demonsword586]

Horn grindding headcanons! Abaddon

(Note:I know unholycs already has Asmodeus and the games are in the same universe but I don't know much about him so I didn't include him,sorry)

Ronove

-....so tiny...

-okay even if his horns look beans,it's important how you use them...maybe if you tease your most sensitive parts against them or lick them while sitting in his lap

-oh he would definetlly tease your skin sith either a knife or an angel feather. He would gently glide it on your body,just enough not to cut you.

-If he teases you too much or 'accidentally' cuts you,just pull on the straps on his horns or bite them gently

-I also feel like his horns can move a little at the base

Dantalian

-fuck...another for the small horn gang

-at this point you might as well just ride his face...

-okay here's what you have to do! Leg lock his head first. Try to choke him from time to time but not fatally.

-after that,put a gun in his mouth (not loaded of course,but he doesn't need to know that) and make him suck and lick it while you rub tease his horns with your fingers

- Also degrade him while doing that,heck why not write on him too!

-he would melt in adrenaline and excitment

Phenix

-now listen,those horns....mmmmmm! Beautiful shape,nice position but the carm in these is...they're soft. You can't convince me that this man produces large amounths of milk/cum from them daily and not them not being at least a little softer than normal.

-now I'm not saying they're squishy,more like...how fingers feel but they're tough on the inside.

-if you offer to hump his horns...he's cumming just at the thought of it.

-when it actually happens..he's cumming so much that it comes in squirts every few seconds. Like you have created a new river in Hell.

-as soon as your genitals touch his horns,he's already bobbing his head and leaking.

-He would be a twiching,blabbering mess

-please as aftercare,wash his hair,those locks will end up crusty otherwise

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb ronove #whb phenix #whb dantalian

[nisuna]

ok but what about choso x yuji x reader??

I'm on the floor salivating rip me🪦🤤🤤🥵 I LOVE IT (and you for making me think of one of the best scenarios ever😈😫❤) Gaaahhh♡

Thank you for your take!!<3

<3masterlist<3

~short drabble~

TW: double penetration, vaginal and anal sex, Choso has a big brother kink you can't convince me otherwise, makes you call him Nii-chan, Choso-nii, nii-san even tho you're not related, yuji and him are brothers tho!, nipple play, reader has a big ol dump truck, consensual groping, name calling, hair pulling, lube and anal fingering, tit sucking, spit, boob guy in the front ass guy in the back 😋

So here's the thing: Yuji and you knew each other since you were little, you even called Choso big brother due to that. And you couldn't lie that you had a bit of a crush on Choso, because he was a few years older than you two, typical stuff you know. But here it comes, as time went on and Yuji got older you noticed him getting manlier and more handsome?? And you definitely did notice when he started to get bigger. I'm talkin big arms, buff chest, toned abs. He could throw you around with ease if he wanted to and you began to notice his physical superiority over you. Not gonna lie it made you weak in the knees.

However, you were now in a moral dilemma, as you were crushing on two different guys at the same time and it was definitely about time, that you sorted those feelings out. What you didn't notice tho, was that they also paid attention to you when your breasts swelled and hips widened. The way they wanted to touch your soft squishy thighs and plump ass.

Choso was a boob guy and Yuji loved ass, so when you blurted out one night that you want to fuck both of them to see who you liked better, they knew exactly which position to try.

"Will you be okay?"

"Don't worry, I can take you both."

"In a fight, right?"

"Definitely not."

Choso was on his back with you straddling him and Yuji was perfectly slotted in from behind. As Choso was busying himself with your tits, Yuji prepped you pouring a generous blob of lube on his fingers and circling your asshole gently, not pushing in yet.

"It's a bit cold and it might feel a little weird at first, but I promise I'll make you feel good."

"Mmhh.. 's fine how bad could it possibly be ah-", you yelped as Choso put one of your hardened nipples in his mouth twisting the other one with his fingers. "I'll try to distract her."

"Alright, relax for me.", with that he slowly inserted his finger in your ass. He definitely didn't lie about it feeling weird and it stung a bit. "You still with me?"

"Mhm", you tried to hide your discomfort, which only made you clamp down on his finger harder.

"Want to take a break?", he asked while slipping his finger out, rubbing your ass in comforting circles.

"Noo 's fine I can take it. Give me more."

"Okay, I got you. You good down there Nii-san?"

Choso reluctantly pulled his face out of your tits sucking in a deep breath. "Never better", he stated going right back in to groping and sucking. The chill atmosphere helped you relax a bit as you arched your back to spread your ass for better access.

After Yuji deemed you stretched enough he poured some of the lube onto his dick stroking it. "You ready?", he questioned and as soon as you gave them the okay they sank their cocks into your ass and pussy respectively. During, you all let out embarassing moans making you giggle.

"Now please fuck me stupid."

"Aye."

With that they picked up the pace rutting their hips into you.

"Shit you're so tight. Feels like you're suffocating me. You feelin' good?"

"Yes, so good.", you mewled out slurring the next part as you felt your tongue loll out. "I'm so full. I can feel you in my tummy. Please harder." As you were saying that Choso latched his mouth onto your neck, making sure to leave a mark.

"Which one of us do you like better huh? Who's fucking you better?"

"I dunno, both so good!"

"You gotta decide, sweetheart. Besides, you liked me first right, you like your Nii-chan a lot right? I know you do. You're dripping all over my cock, coiling around me nicely."

GAH. Your mind was spinning both making you feel good so differently, how were you supposed to decide?

"Hey!", Yuji brought you back with a spank to your ass, the tingling sensation making you moan. "Pay attention to me too. You like me too right?", he sulked. But before you could answer any of them Choso pulled you into a sloppy kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth. You whined into the kiss, spit dribbling down your chin from how messy it was. You were at a loss of words as they both fucked into you harder, trying to prove themselves. And in the meantime all you could do was mewl pathetically and let them have their way with you.

"You'll definitely choose me if I make you cum."

"Nuh-uh me first."

"Too late, little brother." Choso was already snaking his hand between your legs finally paying attention to your neglected clit. You squirmed at the contact pressing your ass against Yuji, who took that as a sign to speed up.

You felt so full, your mind fuzzy as they both continued to plow into you. You didn't even notice when you came with a silent scream of Yuji's name. His ego was boosted as he pulled your hair and made you look at him.

"That's it, that's a good girl. 'M gonna fill your tight ass up, gonna cum until you can't take it anymore" your pleas drove him right over the edge as he came inside pulling on your hair even harder, breathing heavy as he bottomed out. Your scalp stung after he finally let go of your hair, pulling out of you. As you felt his cum spill out of you, you directed your attention back to a sulking Choso.

"Want your cum too Choso-Nii, pretty please.", how cruel must someone be to say no to you while you looked so pretty and fucked out. Of course he will give you his cum, anything you want. And as he too pulled out after stuffing you to the brim, out you felt like you were gonna pass out, feeling sticky and sweaty.

Yuji was already there cleaning you up with a warm, wet towel as you opened your eyes sighing contently.

"Have you made up your mind yet?"

After all that you definitely wouldn't be able to decide. Yet.

"Will need a second round of testing to finalise.", you hummed basking in the attention they were giving you.

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[unlucky-corvid]

Cayde-6 x reader NSFW Alphabet

NSFW alphabet for cayde 6. This is my first time writing anything NSFW so it may be very rusty but I tried my best. this is written using AFAB wording and bodyparts. its also not proof read

warning: NSFW below the cut, nothing of a violent or gory nature but, as expected, lots of sex. 18+. any interactions without an 18+ age in their bio WILL be blocked.

NSFW BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Cayde is the aftercare king. Hot bath? You got it. Glass of water and a snack? Baby, he had that ready and waiting. Turning you into a blanket burrito and dressing you in his hoodie/t-shirt? What else were you going to wear?

Once he's come down from the endorphin high, he's whispering soft words in your ear, how good you were for him, how well you took it, how pretty you looked as he cleans you up. He'll hold you for as long as you need, before moving to pull on some pants and get you the care you deserve.

However, it did take a while for him to learn this. Being the hunter vanguard didn't allow much time for... extracurricular activities. A few quickies here and there to blow off some steam with people whose faces he can't remember never mind their names. But with you, he had to learn. No. He WANTED to learn. He planned on having you stick around for a long LONG time.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: his hands. Cayde is a hunter, that involves a lot of hands-on action. But by far his favourite thing they can do is make your body writhe and face twist in euphoria. They know just where to grab, where to tease, where to curl, where to stroke. He could use his hands and only his hands on you for hours and not tyre of the noises and face he can get from you.

When he opens you up slowly, when you take him all the way to the knuckle, and he curves his fingers inside you just at the right place to make you keen and whimper out his name. “Cayde” never sounded so sweet as it does on your lips. Seeing them disappear into your mouth when he's done, letting your tongue clean up your essence, sends a shiver down his back and he has to stop himself from starting all over again. He loves seeing his hand splayed over your abdomen. Feeling his cock through your skin as he thrusts, making you even tighter

Yours: thighs, hips, and stomach.

Cayde is a thigh man, and you can't convince me otherwise. Soft and plush, muscled, he doesn't care as long as they can be wrapped around his shoulders and keep his cheeks warm while he buries his face into you. Even when he isn't eating you out like a man starved, when you're out and about, sat in meetings, in his ship cockpit, that little ramen joint you both love, he can't resist reaching over and placing a hand on your thigh to give it a squeeze.

And thigh jobs? Don't get him started on them. Feeling your soft skin around his shaft, feeling it get slick with his pre, rubbing against the wetness of your cunt? Perfection.

Hips? What else is he going to hold? What else is he going to squeeze to keep your hips up as he pulls orgasm after torturous orgasm out of you as he pounds into you with seemingly endless energy? Your arms and legs gave out after your 2nd orgasm and he most definitely isn't done with you yet. You can still think and speak coherently, he obviously hasn't finished the job yet.

And similar to hips, your stomach. Particularly if you have a little extra padding. He loves it. So soft and squishy, so human. Don't get him wrong. He LOVES his own physique; more so how much you love his body but something about the softness gets him. He'll kiss it as he trails kisses down your body, grab it as he takes you from behind, pulling you up so your back meets his chest.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

At first, Cayde loved to keep it messy, seeing you with his seed dripping from your lips, painting your cheeks, dribbling onto your tits. Marked by him. He might even take a picture for particularly long and arduous missions.

Once the two of you start getting serious...REALLY serious. Long-term commitment kinda serious. He's cumming inside you at every opportunity he has. Deep. He's grinding his hips into your making sure you take every last drop he has because you're his and he's going to make that abundantly clear. Of course, he's an exo, they have certain...benefits...humans don't. And one of those is a very short period between when he can fill you up, and paint your face with his cum.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Cayde 100% will steal your panties. 100%. Do not let this exo near your laundry pile.

He will make some sort of excuse when visiting your apartment to "go to your bathroom" and detour via your laundry pile. He will swipe a pair and stuff them in his pocket for late. When later rolls around he can't wait. Barely locking his apartment door before his hand is unbuckling his pants and your panties are up to his face or wrapped around his cock. If you’re lucky he'll clean them and return them, if not you may begin to wonder why your underwear keeps disappearing. "Must be your washing machine, you know, they like to eat socks, why not panties too?" Cayde says nonchalantly... not eyeing up the cute thong on the top of the pile of washing.

He saw you in his cloak once and realised just how filthy his mind is when it comes to you. You were just messing around, nothing naughty, simply wrapping his cloak around your shoulders to keep warm while he stood at his post but seeing you in HIS clothes. HIS cloak. He was shamefully hard. He definitely saved that in his brain for later.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Caydes been around the block for a loooong time. Man definitely knows what he's doing. But he loves learning. Yeah, he knows how to use his fingers, but he will learn just where that sensitive spot is inside you is so he can abuse it for hours on end when to curl his fingers up into you, and what speed to tease your sensitive clit.

Yeah, he knows how to fuck, but he will spend hours and hours learning just what tempo you like, which angle has you creaming around his cock, and what force to put into slamming his hips into your ass to get you mewling his name.

He will spend night after night letting his hands wander you, purposely avoiding the dripping heat between your legs, to see if he can get you to cum without even touching you, to find the spots that make your eyes flutter and your head roll back into the pillows.

He knows how to pleasure but he puts extra effort into how to pleasure YOU.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Any. He doesn't care as long as it's you and him.

He has a particular fondness for missionary. He knows it's a little vanilla, but he doesn't care. Not when he can see the way your face twists in pleasure, not when he can reach every little sensitive spot on your body.

If you wrap your legs around his hips while he's doing this, he has to pace himself, so he doesn't finish before you.

It also means he can see the dull orange glow in your abdomen with each thrust. Why exos had lights down there he had no idea, but he loved the visual of seeing JUST how deep he was.

If he's feeling more on the submissive side, rare but not unheard, he likes to have you ride him, cowgirl. Have your hands splayed across his chest as you lift your hips up and down. If he's coherent enough he praises you. A voice full of static, lights flickering from the intense stimulus.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends. If he's been on a particularly frustrating mission, long hours at the war table, meeting after meeting, the second he sees you he's bending you over the nearest surface and getting his frustrations out. If he speaks its praises and dirty names. If. Most times it's just desperate grunts and panting.

If he's taking his time with you, worshipping you, treating you like a queen, his words are full of praise, Gentle, soft.

Normally though he'll crack a joke here and there. Tease you playfully.

On the occasions where he's pulling you into an alcove of the tower and shoving his hands into your pants, he's giggling like a lovesick teen, full of adrenaline.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I mean.... he's a robot.... however, his cock does have a glow the same colour as his mouth, a golden orange that he loves to watch disappear into you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

At first maybe not much. Sex fuelled by a need to release. Release frustration, pent-up feelings, just being plain horny, unable to resist you.

As you grow closer, as the thought of leaving your apartment after each night of passion fills him with more and more longing, the sex becomes filled by something else. Love, passion. A need to please you, make you feel good. It became not just sex. But sex with YOU.

Pet names, sweetheart, sweetie, darling, little bird, his good girl, sugar, begin to become more and more common.

"Slut" becomes "MY slut" "sweet girl" becomes "MY sweet girl" as the thought of anyone else seeing you in such an intimate way is rejected by his brain, you were his. And his alone.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Out of pure necessity. Sometimes, before meeting you, it was just easier. Sure, finding a bedfellow would have probably felt better but after being on countless missions, adrenaline wearing off, he just needed to cum.

Then he met you and all of a sudden, each quiet moment between missions that his body cried for release, all he could see was your face, imagining what he might see if he stripped away your armour, your clothes. Would you scream his name? Would you rake your nails down his back? Each though adding gas to a fire of desire he isn't sure he's strong enough to put out...and he's not sure he wants to.

After the pair of you are established, he's drowning in material to get off to. Off planet on a long mission? He just happens to have a pair of your panties with him.

If you give this man Polaroid nudes of yourself, he will simply perish....and will probably need new ones after a week because the others are...a little sticky.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Cayde knows how to tie a knot. As impatient as Cayde can be sometimes if he's going to tie you up, he's doing it properly (and safely). Maybe not the gorgeous and intricate knots he had stumbled across on some...questionable websites but he's tying you up either way. He just loves how pretty your plump, skin looks against the rope, your cute struggles, the intimacy of tying you up.

Likewise, he will weakly protest at the idea of you tying him up until one day he gives in. He lets you tie him to a chair with his arms behind his back, it takes a shamefully quick time to have him whimpering beneath you, pleading for you to just touch him properly after hours (it was 10 minutes) of you teasing his cock.

As someone who's seen as a pillar of strength and power in the guardian ranks, having that momentarily (and willingly) taken from him, at the mercy of your touch, has him cum in minutes, begging you not to stop despite being overestimated. He will never admit to liking this as much as he obviously does.

Maybe a slight power play/kink. He loves taking you while he's in his armour. The juxtaposition of you, naked beneath him on your knees, swallowing his cock as your eyes water while he's in his full armour makes him feel powerful and dominant. You called him sir or vanguard once as he fucked you against Zavala’s desk and he thrust into you so hard the table almost tipped over. (What big blue doesn't know won’t hurt him)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere safe you can get away with. Bedroom, every feasible surface in either of your apartments, his ship, your ship, quiet corners of the tower where people rarely look, Zavala’s desk, the bathroom. This exo is insatiable.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Fucking anything. If you look at him the wrong right way, he's hard. You're in his clothes? He's hard. You're bent over to do anything? Better get ready to feel his hands on your hips as he grinds his erection into you. Sees you fighting? Hard. Jealous? Hard. You wiggle your ass against him in your sleep? It's going between your thighs.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hitting other than spanking, he can't bring himself to hit you, especially your face. He will happily make your ass cheeks red with his handprints but that's all.

Scat, piss are big nos and Anything that he can't get clear consent or safe words, he won't tie you up AND gag you. It's one or the other.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Fuck you exos have tongues and I won't be told otherwise.

Most of the time it goes unseen, exos have voice synthesisers and no use for a tongue past maybe eating but early exos had rejected their existence over less than no tongue.

Caydes is soft and flexible, light blue silicone and he knows how to use it. He will. Spend hours between your legs, swapping between lapping lazily at your clit like a cat with cream and pressing the appendage as deep as he can inside you. He's not quiet about it, he'll groan and moan and once you hear him growl as you tried to ease him away as he was overstimulating you. He’ll buck his hips, grinding against his pants or the mattress. Sometimes you're not sure who is enjoying it more, you or him, especially when he's cumming untouched. He won't admit sometimes he does it more for his pleasure, just the feeling of your wet pussy against his tongue, hot, warm, wet and slick and oh so tasty. He'd give up an alarming amount just to eat you out. He loves the little surprised squeak you make sometimes when the metal of his face is a touch cold and pressed against your inner thighs. He'll move your hand to his horn with a smug smirk "Show me what you need, sweet girl" and ravages you the second you pull his face into your heat with his horn.

As for receiving, obsessed. The first time you took his cock into your mouth he had his eyes shut, head rolled back and hand deep in your hair against your scalp. Expect unending praise as he thrusts into your mouth. And if you can deep-throat him? Even better. Just seeing the dulled glow of his cock through the skin of your throat sends him into euphoria.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time it's fast, rough. His face by your ear in the crook of your neck as he pants and gasps l, ramming his cock into you as deed as it with go, cursing, words falling out of his mouth in nonsensical strings. Brushes the shapes of his fingertips litter your hips.

But sometimes he takes his time. Sometimes you're stressed, you ache and all he wants is you Make you feel better. And if that is done by gently opening you up and fingering you until you're a begging incoherent mess, pleading for him to just fuck you, then he's a more than willing sacrifice.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He'd rather have plenty of time to explore you, albeit at a very fast pace, roughly with lots of panting.

But he does love a quickie. His favourite place is his ship. It's a little risky, especially during the day, parked in the bustling hangar. He's got you bent over the console, both your pants pulled down just enough as he jackhammers his hips into you stopping to grind every now and again. And he obviously cums inside you, you had nothing to clean up with, not that he minds in the slightest, the thought of you walking around the tower with his cum seeping out of you into your panties almost gets him easy for round 2.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves a good risk. Never with your safety though but the possibility of getting caught. It makes his blood hot....if he had any. The fabled hunter vanguard caught balls deep in a pretty little things like you in the shadows of the tower, Zavala's office, bent over his sparrow. Of course, he'd never let you both get caught but it didn't make it any less thrilling. Hand clamped over your mouth; voice modulator turned down as he prays the sounds of your slick wet cunt don't give either of you away.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The most Cayde has ever gone is 8 rounds it had been a long LONG time away from you. He won't forgive Zavala for giving you that mission, but he couldn't care at that time. He had started to have dry orgasms at 5 but couldn't stop, he needed you. Desperately. He only stopped when you began drifting in and out of consciousness and could barely string together words. He was a wreck himself. His internal fans running so hot due to working so hard that you swore you could smell smoke, see steam. His breath was hot. Very hot, even his body had heated up enough to almost be uncomfortable. He collapsed almost onto of you, chest heaving, face pressed into your neck. "Missed you" he mumbles tiredly.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

While he won't say no to using them, unless you explicitly ask, he won't go out of his way to buy any. Rope he will get but other than that, he likes to think he's more than enough. If you already have toys he'll try and fail not to seem jealous when he figures out, you had used it while he was away, but he soon gives you ample reasoning as to why he's so much better.

He's then a pouty baby for the night complaining about how you like a piece of silicone over him...the comment of his cock also being made of silicon doesn't improve the situation, but he allows you to convince him more with your mouth...and not using words.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves it. When he's feeling particularly cruel hell spends the day creeping up behind you, uttering filthy promises of what he will do to you the second you're alone. Standing close behind you, pushing his hips forward to grind his erection between your ass cheeks. You pull him into a secluded hideaway pleading him to make good on his promises. To your dismay he simply smirks at you, hand sliding into your panties as he chuckles in your ear “So wet, little bird, such a needy little thing” he taunts. As quickly as his hand had slipped into your underwear, it was now in his mouth being licked clean by his tongue before he stepped out of your small hiding spot. “See ya later doll face” he winks and saunters off.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

This man will not shut up. It's hard to get Cayde to shut up on a good day, you think having his face buried in your pussy will stop him? He's going to be praising you the whole time, how good your pussy tastes, how tight you are, how well you take him. The closer he gets to cumming the more talkative her gets however it's a lot less organised until he's just growling out single words. They escape his mouth between rapid panting and groaning. The only warning you get before he fills you is "close" or better yet "cumming" before he lets out a low wanton moan as he paints your insides.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Cayde will never admit it but sometimes he loves it when you take control. When you tease him for hours. Suggestive looks, touching him over his pants time he's panting and whispering, begging you to do anything just get him out of his clothes. He's so well-behaved for you, doing whatever you ask between whiny begging. If you grant him what he's asking for he's a mess, moaning, writhing, and gripping your hips as his hips buck into you with a life of their own. If you don’t give in to his begging hell grab at you needly, he sounds as if he's about to cry.

He is 100% using diffrebt forms of light on you.

He's imbuing solar heat into his fingertips as he massages your aching muscles, its almost too hot against your clit when he begins teasing you but its so unbelievably satisfyingly hot when he's knuckles deep in you.

He's using void to blind you. Darkness is all you can see. Not able to expect the touches, caresses, bites and kisses. All you can hear is the smug chuckling after every little twitch and jolt that goes through you.

If hes feeling particularly mean he's using arc to shock you, your nipples, sides of your waist, clit. He loves hearing the little squeakes that escape you after each one and especially loves how you tighten around his cock when you do.

He's using stasis to cool his finger tips, it may not be ice but the crystalline darkness is still cold enough to make goose bumps erupt on your skin when they come into contact with your neck, your nipples, your clit.

Strand, of course he's tying you up with strand. Making pretty shabari patterns on your body. He'll take his time with this, because he loves watching you become more and more desperate the longer he takes.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Let's just say when Cayde was built he was rather favourably endowed. 8.5 inches when hard with a 4.8-inch girth. Firm blue and black silicone make up the smooth and slightly ribbed member. Along its sides, the silicon is clear and transparent the inner workings glowing with the same orange glow as the lights in his mouth.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It's rather high but he keeps it under control well…unless you're being a tease and by that, I mean just being around him. Even the simple sight of you making him coffee in the morning in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of barely there panties is enough to earn you being bent over the kitchen counter, panties pushed aside. Then you get swiftly put in your place.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always ensures you have had the aftercare you need but when that’s finished, he's like a purring kitten. Docile and sleepy, satiated. If there's one way to get this exo to sleep, it’s a long hard fuck. He’ll nuzzle is face into your neck, hands making shapes on your hip. If you try and speak to him, you’ll get murmured responses that soon stop, replaced by quiet breathing.

#destiny 2 #cayde 6 #headcanon #x reader #nsft alphabet #afab reader #alphabet #18+ mdni #Cayde-6

[writing-for-the-gays]

The whole being dead thing

(MUSICAL) BEETLEJUICE X GN! PLUS SIZE! MORTICIAN! READER

Beej being really into the readers body, fat4fat bitches rise up. Beetlejuice is a tummy guy.

+nsfw

- Death was something you were well acquainted with. Working with the dead like it was second nature.

- and to you it was, underneath florescent lights and protective gear you felt at home.

- you'd had run-ins with the recently deceased, it wasn't uncommon, in fact a representative of the underworld had given you a couple dozen copies of 'handbook for recently deceased'.

- ghosts were just a part of your job, so when Beetlejuice showed up you didn't think too much of it.

- until he stayed around.

"So why exactly do you stay here with me?" You ask, hands busy gently applying a layer of foundation on an older woman's face. Beetlejuice hums.

"I just like the vibe."

- one night after a particularly rough day (even as a seasoned mortician some things can still get to you.) you smoked a joint in the car before you left the parking lot.

-irresponsible? 100%, but you don't do it often, so Beetlejuice is high-key surprised.

- you're his favorite breather, so of course you smoke weed! And also a lil worried, but he's not exactly sure why yet.

- you end up falling asleep in the car and when you wake up you're leaning on him, he's just kinda looking at you with wide unblinking eyes.

- like a cat focusing on prey?? But y'know kinda lovingly .

- acts differently from that point

- he stops staying there for the 'vibe' he starts saying he just wants to hangout.

- outside of being at the funeral home.

- at YOUR house.

- he still came and went while you worked.

- one night you spark up maybe a little too much, and are just a bit too touchy, and- ah shit he's hard.

- you kiss him; he tries sobering you up. You think he's mad at you. You fucked up.

- you wake up the next morning and Beej checks up on you, and you apologize like crazy and low-key confess.

- he kisses you this time and you reciprocate. And soon his hands are wandering all over your body, and he finds your belly and it's soft and squishy and he can grab at it and and and-

-he short circuits, he can't produce new blood you assume so when it goes to his dick he def gets light headed.

- lets out just this fucking noise from deep in his throat, he's so turned on man.

- you grind on him and he almost cums in his pants 🤩.

- your hands find his body, and you run your hands across his folds and just hold his love handles

- you fuck so hard that night you genuinely have to call of work because you can't walk.

- if you're trans masc he sucks T dick like a binki btw! Runs his tongue over the tip and slurps it down with the filthiest fucking noises, literally bobbing his head up and down, moaning when you pull his hair.

- T shots are followed by head, he can't go without it.

- trans femmes he sucks girl cock like it's his fucking job, will literally only come up to call you a good girl and finger you :3!

- what I'm trying to say is he's super good at giving head, and it's mostly bc he doesn't need to breathe, so he could go until your legs shake and you're crying 🩷.

- also takes it up the ass like a fucking CHAMP, whining for it and his voice literally cracking. (Oh God if you're teasing him, don't get me started, "you take my strap/cock so good pretty boy." "MORE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!")

- he pulls hair, scratches and bites, no you can't convince me otherwise.

-it sparks up... Interesting conflicts in your brain. "It's... not necrophilia, right? Technically??? You're dead, but not like... Dead dead, I can talk to you, and you can consent?"

- he's soft for you.

- but also you'll probably need to wrangle him into the bath.

#x male reader #x fem reader #masc reader #trans masc reader #trans femme reader #x transfem reader #x transmasc reader #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice #beetlejuice x transmasc reader #beetlejuice x transfemme reader #Beetlejuice x reader HCs #head canons #romance head canons

[hitoshiyoshi]

mm does shiggy go for the whole chubby body or is he more of a big thighs big tits man? we need every detail baby

(the baby was not srs btw, for if ur uncomfortable with nicknames)

dw i'm not uncomfy with nicknames, i love them !!! sorry for the delay, life got busy but now let’s get detailed: enjoy my cool shiggy edit i'm proud of it

pairing ↬ shigaraki tomura x fem!chubby!reader

referenced ; shiggy with a chubby partner

Honestly, I don't think shiggy cares too much about your body type. I can't see him having a preference but if I had to guess, he seems like someone that would love a whole chubby body. From your tummy to your thighs and anything he can get his fingers on, he would be in love. I think he would die for some mommy milkers though, just for the sake of having something in his palms to squish but thighs would be a close second choice. Next would be your tummy, you can't convince me otherwise that this man would not love spooning you and wrapping his arms around it. Some things might be repeated from my last post on this, my apologies in advance.

I think he definitely lives by the principle the more the better; or in this case, the more for him to touch and hold. I guess when you think about it, he would really adore a whole chubby body but he just has spots that are his favorites...

Like he loves just holding your tits while you're sitting in his lap for fun or when he's bored. Especially when he's playing video games on his computer; every time he loses health or dies, he squeezes them tighter out of frustration but it keeps him calm and relaxed. The type to just slip his hand down the collar of your shirt and nestle it between them claiming his fingers are cold.

You believe him for a split second until you feel his hand cup and press your plush skin into his palm. Slowly maneuvering his fingers to your bud and gently tweaking the peak around his thumb and index. Shiggy claims that he's just bored and trying to release some pent-up frustration until you feel his fingertips desperately tugging at the hem of your shirt before stripping the material off your skin...

Now with your thighs, he loves them for the same reason he loves your tits. They literally fit into his palms so perfectly. Shiggy believes that your thighs, just like the rest of your body, must've been made for him. Like he definitely lives for skin-to-skin contact with you, mostly with his hands. You can probably tell the way that he is feeling just by the way he touches them:

When he's stressed, his nails tend to claw into your skin and nearly leave scratches and marks behind. When he's on the verge of a breakdown and needs something to hold, they sharply dig hard enough to give you crescent-shaped indents. When he's feeling loving or touch-starved, he'll massage deep into your flesh and trace shapes with his thumb. When he's needy, he'll massage into your skin again but instead, trail his hand closer between your pudgy inner thighs; occasionally grasping them deeply while ghosting his fingers over your clothed heat and pressing kisses into your neck.

Shiggy loves to rest his head on your tummy. I don't know why but he seems like the type to enjoy listening to the sounds it makes because it's soothing sorry if that sounded weird lmao. I know I've probably mentioned cuddling a lot, but only because that would be his favorite thing to do in general as well as back hugs. Shiggy definitely loves doing them because your body feels so soft and squishy compared to his. Cuddling gives him access to all of his favorite spots. He gets hooked on the way his heart becomes warm and tingly whenever you two are close together and touching.

There's soooo much more I can continue with because the list can go on and on, but I think I'll leave it here for today...

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki headcanons #tomura headcanons #shigaraki tomura headcanons #shigaraki smut #tomura smut #shigaraki tomura smut #mha x plus sized reader #shigaraki x chubby reader #shigaraki x plus sized reader #tomura x chubby reader #mha headcanons #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha headcanons #bnha smut

[xxmaddyxx]

poking your stomach rolls for funzies :) pt 2

boys included: bokuto, kageyama, kenma contents: plenty of fluffiness 4 u, implied fem reader ur bootiful masterlist

Bokuto

HE LUVS TUMMIESS

u cannot convince me otherwise

they just so soft and squishy

perfect pillows

so when you were wearing some tighter sweatpants and your roll was showing

heehee he was a happy owl

he trotted over to where you were laying and shimmied his way into your warmth

he nuzzled into your neck and placed gentle kisses on your jawline and collarbone which made you giggle

he wrapped his arms around your waist and poked your ribs (which is the most ticklish spot for me personally)

you let out a lil squeal which made him chuckle and place a kiss on your nose

"you're really cute baby." he said in a baby voice ofc

"thank you." you made a smug face and booped his nose

"don't change."

Kageyama

he kinda blushed when he saw you in his sweatpants and sweatshirt

"hey, wait. BOKE! those are my favorite! u better not mess them up!"

"i won't, relax." you laid down on the couch and pulled out your phone

"God, it's hot." you took off the sweatshirt, so you were laying there in a bra

the blush just got worse

"ugh, don't stand there like an idiot, c'mere."

he laid beside you with his hand on your exposed tummy

he began to trace images with his finger and you looked up from your phone

"aww, what're you doing kags?"

"i dunno, it's a good drawing space. and it's soft."

"well, thank you?"

"yes, it's a good thing. nothing's wrong with being soft, just more to love."

you were dumbfounded

kageyama had never said something so heartfelt before

"aww is the big bad king being soft?" you teased and smiled at him

"you ruined the moment y/n." he whined and poked your side

"ouchie, it's okay. i love youuu." you cooed at him and kissed his cheek

"yeah, love you too... boke."

"hey!"

Kenma

okay, headcanon

my thoughts are as followed

you sit on his lap at his pc, like chest to chest kinda sitting

you can feel him with one hand, clicking on stuff and the other one on your waist

and he's gently rubbing his thumb on your roll (cue internal screaming)

like he loves laying on you playing his switch or ds, and he loves wrapping his arms around your waist and just feeling the plush

it's so cute, i can't

he's such a simp for plush like i cannot express how much he loves you for it

and your personality obviously because that's glowing as well

he also likes to game with you and if you beat him he'll poke you or tickle you

he'll also do it if he beats you to tease

there's really no winning when competing against him

#kenma fluff #haikyu #haikyuu!! #bokuto #kenma scenario #kenma imagine #kenma x reader fluff #kenma x you #kenma x chubby reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu x y/n #kageyama tobio #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq hcs #hq fluff #hq x you #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama x you #kageyama fluff #kageyama x chubby reader #hq drabbles #haikyuu imagines #kageyama headcanons #kageyama hcs

[thirteens-pocket-watch]

So, Sanders Sides' favourite fidget toys :)

Logan:

Rubix Cube

Infinity Cube

The Rubix Cube is canon, somewhat, and the infinty cube is very similar

Roman:

Fidget Spinner

Depending on your interpretation of Roman, he either doesn't give a flying fuck about what other people think or he prefers to fit in so chose a fidget spinner to appear neurotypical.

Patton:

Squishies

He likes to get the cute colourful ones and loves soft squishy stuff in general.

Virgil:

Fidget Cube

Fidget Rings

Like with Logan and the Rubik's Cube, Virgil canonically uses fidget cubes. But, I'd imagine he'd have something more subtle when he's out in public. Fidget rings are quiet and he could fidget with his hand in his pocket.

Janus:

Magic Snake

Block Puzzle

They look like snakes. He got them when he was a kid and gave them all names. You can't convince me otherwise

Remus:

Tangles

I just feel it suits him. It isn't a uniform shape, it just constantly moves and is all twisty and confusing.

#fidget toys #neurodivergent #neurodivergent sides #sanders sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #ts logan #ts roman #patton sanders #ts patton #virgil sanders #ts virgil #janus sanders #ts janus #remus sanders #ts remus