Feb 11, 2025
plump little curve of belly pushing over a belt / waistband so unbelievably hot. and if the shirt's riding up a little bit. my god. anyone aware of this
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plump little curve of belly pushing over a belt / waistband so unbelievably hot. and if the shirt's riding up a little bit. my god. anyone aware of this
It’s the small things
Simple things that the reader does that they find so sweet. Based off of the saying “it’s the simple things that matter.” Or something like that. Anyway enjoy!
Characters: Atsushi Dazai kunikida Ranpo Oda
Genra: Headcannons and pure fluff
Atsushi
Remembering the small things he’s said mid conversation
One time he mentioned his favorite snacks and probably didn’t think you’d remembered until you casually bought it for him one day
He’d be a little surprised but probably really appreciative
The first few times it’s caught him off guard but he eventually got used to it.
Dazai
Playing along with his over the top shenanigans.
Probably really appreciates that you can share his odd sense of fun and humor
Even laughing a little bit at his dark jokes has him hooked.
He finally gets to share his screwed up sense of humor with someone and he’s not letting that go.
Kunikida
Keeping a planner! He loves seeing how organized you are
Bonus points if it’s super organized
I think he’d be super pleased to see his partner is organized, maybe not as thoroughly as he is, but still organized enough to get things done
Probably would get a joint calendar on his phone if you insisted on it.
Also likes looking at your desk at the end of the day and seeing how neat and clean everything is.
Ranpo
Remembering his favorite snacks especially if he’s running low and doesn’t want to leave the agency
When his papers are scattered all over his desk due to a new investigation and he’s too locked in to grab another snack and you so happen to drop off his favorite bag of chips or small piece of candy he’d probably melt.
You’d really have him if you happen to unwrap that candy for him in advance so he wouldn’t have to waste time opening a pesky wrapper.
Odasaku
Seeing how well you get along with the kids.
It might seem small but it’s a big deal to him to have found someone so compatible with them
Loves when you even remember everyone’s interests
Just loves seeing you genuinely caring for the kids. He doesn’t see a lot of positive interactions in his line of work so he probably looks forward to it
I accidentally deleted this because I’m a stupid idiot, so, here is a repost. - heavy sigh - was trying to clean up my blog and hit delete on accident. Or not, but I can’t find the post.
I Love You Anyway Ship: Darkstache
1917
One glimpse at the crinkled page of the local newspaper was all it took.
The photo of himself, William J. Barnum, hand in hand with the town’s new mayor, Damien Ebonwood. Scandalous, they called it. Everyone was losing their minds over the possibility of a political figure being a homosexual.
He paged through to the next side, seeing another photo accompanying the article. One that was more recent, one that, when taken, the two had known it would be a nightmare.
They had been out for dinner and paparazzi had caught them. William had opened his jacket and pulled Damien into it to hide his face from the unwanted flashing of the cameras.
However, that had turned out to be the wrong thing to do.
William was so tired of all the drama, all the stress. He’d just gotten home from the war, and he just wanted peace and quiet.
But, he knew that would never happen when he had to worry about the negative impact he had on Damien’s life. His beloved had worked so hard for his career and everything else, and William’s presence was letting it go to waste.
He knew he had to do something about it. Damien wouldn’t let him go, certainly not for this reason. He’d say it was okay, that they’d make it through, that he didn’t care about what the public thought of him.
Of them.
The soldier, of course, knew that was a lie. Damien cared very deeply about his career and what the public thought about him.
It was going to be a messy end, that was for sure.
~*~*~*~*~
1918
“God damn you, Barnum!”
William took the smacks to the chest and the tears streaming down Damien’s cheeks with a straight face, though his heart was pounding out of his chest and the ache was like he was being shot all over again.
“I can’t believe you! Of all the people, you choose to cheat on me with my sister?! My married sister!” Damien sobbed and slammed his palms against William’s broad chest in a desperate attempt to get him to say something - say anything at all.
But, he didn’t budge, and just looked down at Damien blankly, trying not to cry, to tell him why he was doing this or that it wasn’t true.
Though he knew he couldn’t do that. He knew this was best.
He wanted to just take Damien into his arms and tell him that he loved him, but he knew that them being together wasn’t best for Damien, which is why it had to end like this, why he had to stand there and listen to Damien shouting.
“I hate you, William!”
It didn’t change the fact that he hated it.
~*~*~*~*~
1928
“...aren’t you even the least bit upset?”
Celine looked over at her brother with a slightly confused and mildly annoyed look when his voice pulled her away from the seance laid out before her.
“You mean about Mark’s death.” She stated knowingly, and Damien narrowed his eyes slightly, hating how calm and collected she sounded.
“Yes, I mean about Mark’s death!” He exclaimed, finally getting agitated enough to snap. Why did no one care?! “You and William both! I mean, I know you both betrayed him and me by cheating but I thought you’d still be at least a bit-”
“Are you still seriously caught up on that?” Celine rolled her eyes, tired of being reminded constantly that everyone thought she was a whore. “William and I never had an affair. I was unhappy with Mark and William was afraid for you, afraid your public image would be damaged by his presence, so we decided to stage an affair to get out of the relationships.”
Damien had been about to fully snap at Celine’s first words, before his jaw dropped and he just gaped at her, his heart starting to pound out of his chest.
“...what did you just say?”
It was all he could even manage to say, he suddenly felt dizzy, dizzier than he had been earlier when they discovered Mark dead.
His slightly older sister simply rolled her eyes. “He wanted a way out that would make sure you wouldn’t try to fight for him. He loved you dearly, Damien, he just knew how much you cared about your public image and he didn’t want to sully all that you had worked so hard for.”
There was silence in the room for a moment as Damien processed what his sister was telling him. He knew she was telling the truth, he could always tell when she was lying to him.
But, this? This scheme that had lasted ten years, an attempt to save him from the only man he’d ever loved because of politics of all things... it was ludicrous.
“I... I need to find William...” He whispered, his breath catching in his throat, his sweaty hands shaking around the cane that he gripped ever so tightly. Shaking his head, he forced back tears and turned to leave, to find William, to reconcile.
He didn’t know it was already too late.
~*~*~*~*~
2020
The sun was setting and washes of oranges and yellows came through the window of Darkiplier’s office, bathing the two people inside.
Wilford was on the desk, a marker in his hand moving furiously across the page of the adult colouring book that Dark had given him to distract him and keep him from bothering Dark while he was trying to work.
It was so sudden that the memory fluttered through Dark’s mind, that it honestly and truly caught him off guard.
He stared down at the page he’d been reading and was still for a long moment, before he looked up at Wilford, his eyes roaming over his face, taking in every detail of the man that he’d loved for over a hundred years.
“I don’t care about what anyone thinks.” He blurted out, catching the pink ego’s attention and having him turn towards him with a perplexed expression.
“What? What do you mean?”
“About us. I don’t care what anyone thinks about us. I love you, and I don’t care who knows,” Dark stated firmly, his lips pressed into a stern line before his features softened. “I just... wanted you to know.”
He could tell that Wilford didn’t know what he was talking about, which was a bit of a relief, and he relaxed when his partner smiled his beautiful smile and leaned down to pull Dark into a kiss.
“...you’re silly, Darky.” Wilford gave him an affectionate look as he pulled away slightly, brushing some of Dark’s hair out of his face.
“I know.” The dark ego hummed in reply, looking up at his partner with nothing but pure decades of love in his gaze.
“I like it. You can be silly,” Wilford kissed the tip of Dark’s nose. “I love you anyway.”
Dark smiled.
“...I know that too.”
Still obsessed with how hot it was to hear somebody compliment my cooking by saying they'd "pack it on" if they ate "so well" every day. Like... aww you can already tell that you wouldn't be able to resist eating everything I put in front of you?? you know you like eating too much to want to limit your appetite when there's good food around, and you're already resigned to the idea that you'd get fat 'cause you know I'd make sure you were always well-fed?? one good meal is all it took?? 🥺 👉👈
i soooo love late january. post-holidays and colder than ever, keeping people sedentary and wrapped up in soft, warm clothes. winter weight starting to round out underneath heavy sweaters... the way bodies in bad weather want nothing more than stay home and curl up in bed and eat to pack on a layer of insulation against the low temperatures... so hot. stay home, stay warm, stay soft (get softer)
🫣 Just had like an insane IRL kink moment I cannot stop thinking about it. threw a dinner party for some friends + friends of friends yesterday and went overboard cooking as per usual. can't help it I literally love providing for people even outside of kink but anyway 🫣 one of the guys finished dinner, leaned back, patted his stomach and said "If I ate this well every day, I'd really pack it on in no time" and 🫣🫣🫣 oh my goddddd. ideal interaction if it were actually in a kink context and not like. Normal Public Dinner Party. Anyway. Is it hot in here for anyone else
passing the time imagining cooking for a partner... they've had a hard day at work, put in extra hours, and when they come home all they want is to fall onto the couch and relax for a while. i've spent the afternoon cooking, making sure they'd have a warm, filling meal to come home to. something savory, heavy. comfort food. i know my baby has a big appetite, especially after work, so i bring them an overfilled plate, hot, everything direct from the oven, and perch on the arm of the couch to watch. they eat fast, at first, starving and still working off some of their stress. i'm careful to keep their plate filled -- devoted to it, really. soon enough they start to slow down enough to taste their food, and they moan with pleasure. they're getting close to full, but everything's so good they don't want to stop. i keep a quiet, loving watch as they clear the rest of their plate. pantingly, a little abashed, a hand resting on the curve of their belly -- they've put on some weight, lately, and they teasingly blame my cooking, but we both know the real cause is how much they like eating my cooking -- they ask for more. i bring it (with a kiss, and a fond pat to their stomach, which is starting to strain against their waistband, full of everything i made them), and go back to watching, and waiting. we both know the night will end with them stuffed full, warm and drowsy, fly unbuttoned and shirt riding up the curve of their belly -- firm and full, for now, but getting softer all the time.
Festive Fall Activities 🥧
16+ please!
Summary- Peter and you bake a pumpkin pie and get up to trouble while doing so. Just pure fluff and normal civilian life for once. 💌
Enjoy-💌
The kitchen was filled with the scent of all sorts of warm spices, from cinnamon all the way to brown sugar, the perfect fall time aroma. It only gets sweeter from there though as you stand in front of the counter mixing up a bowl of pumpkin puree and perfectly beat eggs. Your grandmothers cook book sitting in front of you with it’s pages neatly flipped to the recipe she had written down in that prim and proper cursive that seemed almost lost in these modern times.
“Hey, you almost done with that yet?” A soft sweet voice interrupts your concentration, the wooden mixing stick stopping in it’s circular motion for just a moment as you look down into the orange colored mixture. Peter looks at you a little more closely now. You had that usual apron on, your hair pulled back, and a bit of pumpkin on your hands and even on your face. Cute he couldn’t help but to think as he watches his little busy bee at work.
“Almost. It just needs a few more touches.” You respond quickly with a small smile before going back to mixing and adding whatever else the recipe calls for. Of course while you were doing that, Peter couldn’t resist himself and just had to step in.
“Hey you’ve got something right here.” He says while tapping the leftover pumpkin off of your nose and sticking his now messy finger into his mouth. “Hey!” You squeak with a small laugh. “That can’t be safe.” You comment before he’s on you again. This time though he dips a finger into the pumpkin mixture and smudges it across your lips. A little stunned, you stand there in shock.
“Looks like I have to get that mess too!” He says teasingly, his lips slowly perking up into a small smirk before he leans in and presses his lips against yours. Soft and very much messy as you gasp in surprise, allowing him entrance into your mouth, past the pumpkin smeared lips.
He tasted like pumpkin pie against your tongue, comforting, rich, and cinnamony. It was perfection as you leaned further into his kiss. The task at hand completely forgotten as he moves his hands into the strands of your hair and gently angles your head. Your hands make use of themselves too but a little more cheekily than his.
Still covered in some of the ingredients from earlier your hands reach up to rest on his cheeks, smudging a mess on his smooth skin. He pulls back with a small laugh of his own while you give a quick response. “Payback. Now it’s fair.” You giggle before pulling him in by his apron and licking up some of the ingredients from his cheeks.
The two of you clearly couldn’t keep the moment serious or too romantic as you just kept laughing and poking fun at each other. Eventually the pie does manage to get done in time for desert. The two of you sit together in front of the apartment window and finish off the pumpkin pastry without as much of a mess like earlier. Eating and planning what you’ll get up to next on his next night off.
This was how it was supposed to be. Standing in the kitchen together, laughing, smiling, and just enjoying one another’s company. A perfect, pumpkin tasting, break from that web slinging life he lived.