#I am a fat adorer not a fat admirer

[battybattybattybat]

Double chins are lovely frames that make faces even sweeter, cuter and more handsome. 🥰

[h0estar]

finished the new archon quest

[kyeomyun]

2:01 AM

pairings: dad!jeonghan x gn!reader

genre: FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF :((

warnings: none... you might lowkey go through baby fever :)

word count: 0.8k

synopsis: jeonghan would do literally anything to stop his baby from crying, even if it included being dolled up.

::note: WELL- yes ik now those jewels on jeonghan hair are indeed stickers and not hairclips but YK WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS. also hello strangers :). it's been a fat minute since I have actually written something down so if this seems a little dry... just know I haven't written anything since august 🧍🏾‍♀️but i do hope you enjoy this absolute brain rot I wrote last night at 2 in the morning 😍

network(s): @kflixnet

If there was one thing Jeonghan absolutely despised, with his whole entire being, it would be seeing someone who he holds, oh so dearly to his heart, cry.

He knows crying is a trigger for intense emotion, don't get him wrong, he knows very well it was common with toddlers. Including his. But that does not eliminate the huge tear he feels in his chest when the salty crystalline drops roll down his wife or his daughter's cheeks.

And he would do about everything (except cook the pot roast dinner that you LOVE that takes almost 5 hours to make and Jeonghan could not, for the life of him, stand on his two increasingly aging feet for more than 2), to make his loved ones stop crying. Even if that included doing something he thought he would not fit..

"Almost done, darling?" Jeonghan asked softly, careful not to make the tire of his voice get the best of his tone.

It was 2 AM, and his daughter, Yoon, had a rude awakening with cold sweat and vivid memories of a nightmare that she did not want have the guts to relive with her father. Which the father could understand, reliving a nightmare is not fun at all and he did not want to force that scenario onto his precious girl.

"Nu-uh," She clipped another hair clip onto Jeonghan long hair, humming in approval watching her masterpiece come to life in front of her eyes. "You said I can put a lot, daddy!" She pouted, hands flowing through the overload of bows: baby pinks, baby blues, even ones with sparkles and stars dazzled upon the long strands of freshly washed hair. Messy? Yes. Did Jeonghan care? Just a little tiny bit. "I have to make you really, really, really, pretty!"

"I did say that, did I?" Jeonghan said that more to himself, his words playing back on him tremendously. His eyes were drooping, fighting back the wondrous dreamland he was in before he was awoken by a frightened 4 year old. As much as his body wanted to shut down, his mind was stuck on one thing and one thing only.

Well maybe 2.

How long will it take to take these hairclips out and how is his miniature him doing?

"Mhm!" She clipped glittery pink hairclip on a randomly selected portion of her father's hair. "But at least daddy will look extra, extra pretty!"

Jeonghan butt was staring to numb, sitting on the carpeted floor of his daughter's room criss-crossed and Yoon standing up behind him with the next 2 hairclips awaiting their home on his head. But his heart filled rapidly, an intense feeling he has always had at moments like these. Ever since Yoon was born, this feeling was almost... unexplainable. Too immense to be just happiness and too extreme to be just love. It could be a mix of both but those 2 words are just not enough. No words could ever be.

Oh, he is down bad...

The smile that stretched upon his poorly chapped lips was one worth describing though; a smile that held so much value, love, adoration, did he think love?

"One more, daddy!" Yoon announced enthusiastically, a pretty baby blue butterfly, clipped on a strand near the front of Jeonghan head. A small giggle was heard as the little girl admired her work, grabbing ahold of the mirror and giving it to her pretty caregiver. "Is it pretty?"

Jeonghan took the mirror, its weight light but enough to slightly tilt his hand a bit. This motion was able to show the awaiting face of his daughter, who too stared into the mirror and tried to read her father's face. But he obviously had his answer.

But he still pretended to contemplate, his pointer finger tapping his chin in wonder. "It's not pretty,"

That cute pout adorned her lips again, her fragile heart clenching painfully. "You... don't like it? I thought–"

"It's beautiful, baby," Jeonghan looked behind him, and nothing, absolutely nothing, could match the cuteness of seeing his other half, his small angel, puffy cheeks bunch with joy. A smile that could kill many, Jeonghan being one of millions. Billions.

"Yay!" The excitement was barely contained in her small body, slightly bouncing in her place she stood in for almost 30 minutes before her stubby arms wrapped around the neck of her father. "Do you think uncles will be jealous?"

"Very," Jeonghan stared back in the mirror, his smiling bundle of joy warming his heart to the greatest. "Very, very jealous."

A kiss was planted on his cheek, and now he was conflicted about what his members will actually be jealous about.

His marvelous creation on his head, hairclips and bows that were placed in no particular pattern, or the creator, that shined her crooked teeth and eyes shining just as bright as she went back to slightly messing with the butterfly hairclip that hung just barely in his peripheral.

Ok, definitely the creator.

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[zan0tix]

Hi tumblr user Zan0tix, I have to say that I love that you draw Jake as big and hairy AND fem. It's such a rare combination outside of mean-spirited caricatures, every time I see your Jake I get a big smile on my face. :)

Hi tumblr user HermitCyclop ^u^ here is a jake drawing for you 🫶

The transmisogynistic demonisation of these features is so maddening!!! I agree! Im glad that the intent (appreciating these features) of my jake design reaches you c:

GOING TO PUT IT UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY. But jake english gender meta because i think about it Too Much and am taking this as an excuse to infodump abt it. 😁

The alpha kids and their specific defiance of both homestucks gendered narrative AND real life societal expectations are so fun to think about to me!! but since we are talking about jake, his specific defiance of both homestucks models of masculinity and femininity in the context of his queerness is like the reason he is my fav character.

He props himself up that he wants to be the adventure "hero" in the homestuck sense (the hardheaded blue femme fatale) and the western media sense (the hardheaded action man) yet whenever pressed to actually act on what he says he always refuses or obfuscates. Because really what he wants is to just be himself! I really love the alpha kids because they all just want to be Themselves, not be restricted and defined by what is expected of them, (all the characters have this but the alphas particularly really hammer this home for me)

The heavy emphasis on their beta selves, the heteronormative archetypes they embodied and what went wrong in their lives that manifest as fears in their alpha selves... im always thinking about it. How differently society affects queer ppls choices in life and then the fact that they all get a second chance and getting to watch them live out that second chance and realize their queerness and them all caring so much abt eachother and wanting to aspire to be better FOR the ones they love!!!!!! it always tugs at my heart strings to ponder😢😢

IM SO GOOD AT GOING ON TANGENTS MY BAD but basically. The alpha kids explicit queerness and how despite the comic itself protesting, they are all shown to be deserving of love (of all kinds) And as a person who super heavily relates to jake, his experience with his own identity (and dirks unending adoration and love for him and likewise jakes belief and admiration of dirk) serves to me as a reminder that yknow! We are all worthy of love!! Even if we dont think ourselves to be (this is just the message of shrek.) and there is always hope to be found in things improving!!!!

But in a text thats explicitly queer and not shy about letting its queer characters do wrong in realistic ways i think this message is incredibly powerful and certainly one of the best things about the comic in my eyes. And i love embracing that in my art of the characters! Drawing queer (but here specifically trans) characters all getting to be proud of themselves and their appearances makes me feel proud of myself alongside them and I think its wonderful to be able appreciate other trans peoples experiences and looks through it too!!

I specifically in homestuck fandom dont really see anybody but twinks (usually dirk or eridan LMFAO) portrayed to be fem in any manner 😢 when jake is the most explicitly feminine man in the comic. (I think the transmisogyny thats kind of rampant in this fandom means people dont want to consider those outside conventional attractiveness being feminine or transfem identities outside binary transwomen if even that😭😭) I am being the change i wana see in the world 🙏 The amount of transfem fat gay bear jake in the world increases by one every time i post

[cactuscoolerr]

thinking abt titfucking n teasing bachira/isagi/rin(?) …(⸝⸝⸝- ᴗ -⸝⸝⸝ ;)

(characters r totally optional since i love all ur works and am in love w all the of them, just thought it would be most in character for the ones i mentioned ! ♡)

⋆｡˚. tit fucking - bachira meguru, isagi yoichi, itoshi rin

• nsfw

• notes: im in love with this idea omg.. i headcanon rin as one of the biggest titty boys in blue lock (´⌣`ʃƪ)

• (more) notes: i wrote this while watching saltburn so its kind of a bit more extra than I originally thought it'd be (¬､¬)

. ˚ ｡⋆ bachira meguru

small whimpers sounded from above you as you pressed your tits together around your boyfriends red and thick cock. "you okay..?" you asked softly, gently begging to move your tits up and down his cock, bachira eliciting more whimpers.

"i-im okay.." bachira gasped as you wrapped your pretty lips around the flushed tip of his cock. "just feels so.. ah- so fucking good.." a moan ripped through his body, bachira nearly collapsing from the pleasure you were giving him. "p-please don't stop.. ngh~"

you laughed softly, looking up at your adorable boyfriend with complete admiration in your eyes. "my sweet boy. just taking it so well for me, aren't you" your gentle coos sent shivers down bachira's spine, his hips bucking upwards, fucking into the tightness of your tits pressed together.

the feeling of your soft tits against his cock was like heaven to him. he didn't know how long he would last, but it sure wasn't long. bachira could feel his balls tightening and his reddened cock growing more and more sensitive as he stared at your face, gasping and gripping the sheets underneath him.

"so so close.." bachira whined, moaning loudly right after he watched your tongue flick out to lick at the precum leaking from his slit. you moaned at the taste of him, leaning down to suck on his cock head once more in hopes of tasting more. "taste so good, baby boy.." your eyes met his desperate ones. "just give me more, meguru. give me everything, sweet boy"

and how could bachira resist your sultry voice. with a gasp, the first spurt of cum fell against the fat of your tits, the rest of it dropping on your face and spilling all over his cock.

you helped him ride out his high by slowly moving your tits up and down his cock, watching with your legs rubbing together as he teared up and moaned, closing his eyes shut tightly.

"you did so good.." your words came out breathily, slightly gasping before gently kissing the tip of his cock. slowly opening his eyes, bachira looked down at you to see you licking the cum that splattered around your lips, moaning as if you wanted to taste only him for the rest of your life. "tastes to fucking good, baby. gonna give me more, right..?"

. ˚ ｡⋆ isagi yoichi

"no teasing me though.." isagi sighed, looking down at you with his hand caressing your cheek as you sat on your knees in front of him with your hands on his thighs.

with a small nod, you reached for his belt, beginning to undo it only to be stopped by isagi's hands. "im serious about this, you know" his words were stern but you took them lightly and with another small nod.

"you don't trust me..?" you leaned forward in between his spread legs, resting your cheek against his thigh and nosing against his hardening cock. "think i can't follow my boyfriends directions? im very hurt, yoichi.."

isagi sighed, holding onto your chin and lifting your face upwards to bring you in for a loving kiss. "do what you want to then, sweet girl. i'll take whatever you give me" he spoke, gazing into your eyes with slight desperation and a need for his gorgeous girlfriend.

proceeding with your actions, you reached for his belt, allowing for isagi to unbutton your baby doll tank top, pulling down the straps of your shirt and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "so perfect.." isagi whispered, lifting his hips to pull his pants and boxers down.

you nearly moaned at the sight of his erect cock. it was hard to resist not wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, instead letting your spit fall against his cock and pressing your tits together against his length. yoichi moaned at the feeling, throwing his head back with a loud groan.

"does that feel good..?" you asked, pressing your tits tighter around his cock and fighting off the smile that threatened your lips when he slightly glared down at you, moaning just from the sight of your gorgeous face and perfect tits. "I said-" he hissed and bucked his hips, one of isagi's hands raising to your head and softly grasping at your hair. "no fucking teasing.." he gasped, wanting to pull you up onto his lap and fuck into your tight cunt as if you were his own personal toy.

"so god damn perfect" isagi groaned, his fingers gently raking through your hair as he closed his eyes. "my sweet girl.."

. ˚ ｡⋆ itoshi rin

"just- fuck.. let me fuck you already" rin groaned, thumbing at your erect nipples as he fucked up into your tits. even though he was complaining, he couldn't deny that he was in love with the way you looked, kneeling in front of him with your tits on full display for only him to see.

"a little bit more.." you said softly, thumbing at his slit and licking his precum off of your finger. "i just wanna make my baby feel good" a small whine fell passed your lips as he pinched at your nipple. "love you so much and only want the best for you.."

rin watched your expressions, your soft gasps as he tweaked your nipple and pinched, wanting to paint your skin with his marks, his claim.

a soft moan slipped passed rin's lips, thrusting faster with his release getting closer. "cum for me, rin rin" you breathed out, licking at his slit and reaching to fondle as his balls. "please.. just cum for me"

"ah.. fuck-" he moaned, closing his eyes and immersing himself in the pleasure only you could give him. "so fucking good.. shit.."

you could tell rin was close so you wrapped your lips around his cock head, suckling softly and moving your tongue around his sensitivity until you tasted the familiarity of your boyfriends cum. you moaned softly around his cock, making rin jolt from the vibrations. "so good.." you moaned around him, cum spilling from your lips, rins thumbs finding purchase on the corner of your mouth and gently wiping it away.

"fuck.." rin said shakily and pulled you up, needing to feel your pussy around his cock, grasping at you with desperation.

[twinkwish]

Too Cocky

“See you tonight, Jacob?” Brad asked his friend in the locker room, about to leave after practice.

“For sure, bro. I just gotta shower real quick and I’ll be there.” After their big win, the team had planned to celebrate with a bar crawl.

“Awesome, don't take too long, bro!” joked Brad. 

Jacob was always the last person in the locker room after games. He was the star of the team—talented, big, handsome—which meant he was highly complimented. Jacob loved nothing more than to walk around the locker room to the adoration of his teammates, flexing and showing off his godlike stature to earn their praise and remarks. 

With Brad out the door, Jacob finally went to take his shower. He stopped in front of the mirrors in front of the sinks lining the outside wall and began to put on a show for himself—he rarely passed up such an opportunity.

“Yeah, man. I always get such a good pump after a game,” he said to himself as he lifted his arms into a double bicep pose. He certainly had a body to be proud of. At 6’3” and 215 pounds of solid muscle, he was one of the biggest on the team. And with long blond hair and a chiseled jaw line, he was looker for sure. “Imagine what that team would be without me.”

After posing a bit longer, he walked over to the showers and undressed. He turned on the water and looked down at his beautiful cock. “Yeah, I’m definitely the biggest on the team.”

“Maybe,” commented a voice from behind.

“What the fuck!? Who’s there!?” cried Jacob, swinging himself around. 

“No one important. Just an admirer,” responded Brad.

“Oh, hey man. You freaked me out there. I thought you left.”

“I did, but I forgot my bag. When I came back, I heard you in here and thought I would see what you were up to. You put on a good show, stud.”

“You liked that, bro. You like seeing this?” he gestured to himself. “I wouldn't have pegged you for a fairy. I mean, I guess I don’t blame you.”

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for one,” said Brad with a sly smile.

At that moment, Jacob began to look at Brad in a way he hadn't before. Brad was also pretty built, standing around 6’1” on a muscular frame of around 190 pounds with a big powerful chest. Jacob gulped.

“I think I’ll join you,” added Brad. “I was going to shower at home, but might as well do it here.”

Jacob remained frozen as he stared at Brad’s tree trunk legs sliding out of his pants. He nearly drooled when Brad’s biceps squeezed as he slowly removed his tight t-shirt.

“Woah, dude,” he said finally. “You’re lookin’ swole.” He was surprised at himself. It wasn’t like him to compliment others.

“Oh yeah?” Brad answered, bouncing his pecs slightly. “I have been doing some extra training with coach.”

“It’s been payin’ off, bro. Your pecs are huge.” Again, he was surprised. His mouth hung open as his eyes hungrily studied Brad’s godlike torso. Is dick twitched a bit.

“Feel them.”

And with that, Jacob rushed eagerly over to Brad and began to submissively worship his chest, in complete admiration of the size—the power. “What is happening?” he thought to himself. “My chest bigger. I am the strongest guy on the team.” But he strangely didn’t believe that. 

Smiling that sly smile, Brad responded by flexing. Breathing deeply, he taunted, “That’s right, bitch. You just can’t get enough of me. You wish you could look like this, to feel as big and powerful as me.”

At that moment, Jakob became aware of a strange sensation. It was as if he was shrinking. He looked up at Brad, who looked taller and taller in comparison as Jakeb shrank down to 5’7”. He stepped back for a moment to see his once bulging biceps contracting. His defined, prominent chest lowered and nearly flattened out. His formerly thick thighs became much more lithe as his ass began to expand with a mixture of fat and muscle. Simultaneously, his mind was drained of all knowledge of sports and chicks while an intense focus and obsession with the hunk before him replaced it. After only a second, Jake practically leapt back towards the muscle jock, burying his head in Brad’s armpit while the jock moaned.

Brad was going through his own transformation. His joints cracked slightly as he grew a few inches taller and his feet expanded into giant size 15s. His already beefy muscles expanded even more, veins popping out of his arms as he hit a double bicep pose. “Fuck yeah, you little fairy,” Brad moaned through heavy breaths and deep grunts. “Worship a real man.”

With that, Brad pushed the twink to his knees.  Jake, excited and eager, began to suck Brad’s growing cock. 

“Take it all, slut!” he roared in a deep voice, his giant hand gripping the top of Jake’s platinum blond head while his 8” python grew in his mouth. With his other hand, Brad felt his new engorged muscles, running his fingers up his chiseled abs before groping his pecs.. “MmmmMmmM.”

Jake could only moan slightly as his mind focused on Brad’s amazing dick. The twink’s now thick, seductive lips smacked and sucked as his tongue worked its magic. His mind was filled with images of pleasuring men. Being used as a vessel, a little fucktoy. As he deep throated the expanding rod, the muscle god’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. 

“Shit!” Brad yelled. He began to grunt, bucking his pelvis as his load exploded into the face of the submissive twink, who swallowed it in turn.

“Yaaassss, Brad!” Jake squealed in his newly high voice as he pulled away from the muscle god’s pelvis. “That was, like, so hot.”

“Huh,” he laughed. “What did you expect? That’s what you get from a body like this.”

“Mmm. Love it, stud. Hehehe. Come on, big boy. Let’s, like, go out to the bars. You can, like, use me to make the rest of the team, like, jealous.”

“We’ll catch up with them later. First I have plans for you at home,” Brad responded as he grabbed Jake’s juicy bubble butt.

They both liked the sound of those plans.

[fuckmyskywalker]

need fatherly!Anakin to manhandle me and lecture me on how to be a good little housewife for him and then give me a fat creampie to 1. show me how much he loves me 🥰, and 2. to get me pregnant bc he’s obsessed with breeding and it’s what a good wife would do🎀

(it’s 2am ik this is filthy)

-shawty

I REMEMER THIS. I am sorry I didn't answered too, I wasn't thriving and I wasn't sure if I could deliver lol.

He would be so obsessed with creampies, ugh. He is so fucking nasty it's not even funny. He is so fucking old and disgusting that he will say you should have his babies because that's all you are good for. He is filthy and I adore that. It's his way of showing love, you know? Getting full of his load is the most romantic expression. I need him so much. Anakin would be the perfect husband, teaching you how to please him correctly because he understands you are young and you don't know how to please a man properly.

And if you get pregnant? He will be done for. Seeing you swollen and growing his children makes him wild, and it seems like he has his fair share of hormones, because he will be fucking you constantly— almost daily. He can't keep his hands still, rubbing your stomach and squeezing your tits, watching them grow and admiring how your body changes.

[taintandviolent]

Can you do a Frat!Kyle smut where reader is chubby, and it's just really slow and sweet. Like maybe both Kyle and the reader are desperate, but he's a little too big and he starts going slower, giving reader kisses and such. Stuff like that? I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCH MWAH MWAH!! 💋 Tysm if you do decide to write this, you can choose the setting and background and what not

warnings: alcohol mention. unprotected sex. female receiving. uhhh nothing really else this is very mild for me.

The light filtered through Kyle's fluffy blonde curls as he turned, making them almost shimmer. He looked back at his group of friends, smiling that adorable, lopsided grin. They were schmoozing with a group of girls, all who looked nothing like you. In fact, the way they looked made you instantly insecure. Why was Kyle Spencer talking to you? Was this some kind of prank? 

"I'm not your type, am I?" 

He turned back to you, his brows furrowed. It was clear that the statement confused him. "Whaddya' mean?" 

"You know... all skinny, and blonde and pretty. I'm not like them." Subconsciously, you pulled at the fabric of your dress, loosening it. 

"Huh," he said, nodding. "If I wanted a girl like that, I'd be with my buddies over there."

He said it with such genuinity that you believed him, the way his extra-dark chocolate eyes stared into yours, warm and sincere, melting you into a puddle of pliability. He reached for your hand, tugging it away from the grip it had on your dress. 

“Why do you think I’m talking to you? Be honest.” 

“I don’t know, maybe it’s a joke or a dare. Go flirt with the fat girl – “ 

“Don’t. Don’t talk like that. You are…” He glanced over your body, heavy-lidded and hungrily. There was no denying the truth in his gaze, the desire and the want in it. He didn’t finish his sentence, but he didn’t need to. You understood. He kissed you first. He kissed you by the makeshift bar, taking the red Solo Cup out of your hands and setting it behind you. His hands trailed down to your ample, plush hips, laying softly atop of them. He broke the kiss to speak, seeming slightly nervous. 

“Hey, so… you uh… wanna’ go upstairs? You can say no…” 

“I know I can say no, Kyle.”

“I know, I was just… saying.” 

You nodded, looking at his lips. He led you around the people, around the tables, and up the winding staircase. Passing door after door, until you finally got to his. He opened it, letting you in first, and you took the first few seconds to admire the little things that made him him. You didn’t get long though, because as soon as he’d shut it, he pressed you against the back of his door, kissing you with a desperation that made your core ache and tighten. 

“I’m kinda’ obsessed with you… sorry, I’m not trying to come on too strong, I just….” His hands explored you, hungrily taking fistfuls of everything he touched. “...want you.” For once, you felt like the pretty girl, the desired one. You bumped your head against his door, letting out a breathy moan. 

“Can I…?” 

You chuckled under your breath. He asked for permission for everything, defying the predetermined ideas you’d had of a frat boy, shattering all the commanding, insistent urges that you’d expected him to have. Sure, he had urges and a raging hard-on, but Kyle was different… in so many ways. 

“Please.” You affirmed. 

The tips of his fingers made quirk work of finding your cunt, rubbing it through the fabric of your underwear. He trailed his middle finger over the soft mound of your pussy, before trailing along the outline of the slit. You were so warm, and the lower he ventured, the wetter it got. With a groan and a push of hips into yours, Kyle slipped his hand into your panties. He inserted one finger, slowly, feeling every inch of your hot cunt as it clenched around his digit. 

He only fingered you for a few moments before he pulled his hand from your underwear, and immediately began kissing you again, wrapping his arms around your lower back. You whimpered into the kiss, rutting your hips against his. You could feel the rigid outline of his cock against your thigh as he ground against you. 

“Kyle, can we lay down?” 

He nodded, excitedly, his blonde curls bouncing on his forehead. “Yeah! Yeah, we totally can.” 

After guiding you to the bed, Kyle pulled his navy blue shirt over his head, and the undershirt followed. You watched from the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. He had a toned, but stocky build and the muscles flexed as he undressed. In nothing but his boxers now, he crawled up to you from the bottom of the bed, a devious, playful smirk on his face. He took his time pulling your panties from around your hips before tossing them behind him. They landed on the corner of his TV. 

“C’mere,” you said. “I want you.” 

Once he was above you, you took hold of his cock, pumping it a few times before guiding it towards your entrance. The hot, leaking tip pressed into you and Kyle bucked his hips once before your muscles contracted. The burning stretch was too much, the harsh and abrupt ache of his cock as it sunk into you was alarming. 

“Wait, wait…!” you whined, stuttering and backing your hips into the mattress. It took you a few moments, but finally, you managed to say what you’d been trying for. “You’re… you’re um… too big.” 

Kyle let out a breathy chuckle, his head hanging between his bare shoulders. He always thought he was average length, but he knew his cock was girthy. Was an apology appropriate? He’d rather be too big than too small, and hear ‘Is it in yet?’ like some of the horror stories he’d heard from buddies. 

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice was subdued, gentle. Concerned. “Wait, have you ever…. Are you a –” 

“N-no!” You bit your lip. “No… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I um,” you paused, brushing your hair away from your cheek. “I’m not. I want you really bad, Kyle, I’m just… nervous.” 

Kyle took the hint and shushed you with a kiss. His plush, pink lips pressing into yours with an unspoken understanding, warm and soft. You leaned upwards into him, your mouth giving way to his. He tasted faintly of beer, but there was a warm sweetness in his saliva that made you run your tongue along his, hungrily searching for more. 

He broke the kiss and moved to your neck, slowly peppering kisses along the nape of it, taking his time to savour the soft fragrance of whatever perfume you’d put on before the party. You were everything he dreamt about, from the softness of your hips to the fullness of your breasts. If he was being honest, Kyle was always kinda’ insecure over the fact that he and his buddies never agreed on women. All women were beautiful creatures, he could agree with that much, but the type of woman… 

His large, veiny hands trailed over your full thighs, squeezing the pillowy flesh. They moved to your hips, a place that in the few moments of foreplay, you’d come to realize he was really into, and couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He kneaded your flesh, groaning and grinding his bare cock against your cunt. It slid in and out of your folds, your own wetness smearing down the shaft. 

You moaned loud, pressing your head into his pillow. You couldn’t help but let it out, the way he was dry-humping you was nearly enough stimulation to send you over the edge, but you waited, clenching your teeth and holding the orgasm back. 

Once your cunt was dripping, he asked permission again. This time, there was a breathless, frustrated urgency in his wanton voice, and his half-lidded, heavy with lust gaze begged you wordlessly. You agreed, and spread your legs slightly, allowing more room this time. When he finally fucked you, it was slow and deliberate. Each thrust was deeper than the last, but it wasn’t hurried, as though he was relishing in the tinier feelings of your walls as they clenched around him, squeezing his cock in a vice-grip. 

You came before he did, but the sight of you coming undone below him was enough to push him. His thrusts got a little faster when he came, little desperate bunny humps that stung, but somehow, still left you feeling satisfied. 

After a few moments, you looked at him with big, doe-eyes. “You really like women like me?” 

Still panting, he nodded, nuzzling against your heavy breasts. “I really do.” 

[battybattybattybat]

It’s a little known fact, but burying your face in moob cleavage is actually more effective than most anxiolytics.

[delirious-donna]

Greedy, Jealous Man [Satoru Gojo]

an: oh @azurelyy, thank you for giving me this prompt for my event. I lost my mind writing this, and now think I am quite obsessed with this version of Gojo-sensei... I hope you like it ^^

prompt: the sin of Greed (with bonus points for some jealousy/envy - I love a challenge!)

pairing: Satoru Gojo (sensei) x female reader (student)

warnings: teacher/student dynamic, Gojo is 28, reader is 19, implied unprotected sex, groping, possessive traits, overstimulation, pussy fingering, cum play, marking, Gojo is a greedy greedy man!

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“Why you fucking with those boys?” he demanded of you.

Words were caught fast in your throat, nothing but garbled moans falling from your lips along with pathetic strings of runny saliva. One hand braced against the headboard, the thunderous rattle reverberated around your small dorm room, and the other reached for the insistent hand that was rubbing at your puffy, abused clit.

Celestial eyes crinkled as the snowy-haired male smirked down at you, his head cocked to the side as he batted you away with only a flick of his powerful wrist. He continued to slam his fat cock into your sopping hole at a near inhuman speed whilst playing with your adorably twitchy little clit.

“I asked a question, I expect you to answer like a good girl.”

“F-friends. They’re–fuck–just friends,” you managed to splutter out. 

Heat spread like molten lava across your chest, and sweat beaded over your tits as they bounced wildly from each and every rhythmical pound that Gojo delivered. The way he paused whilst balls deep, pelvis grinding against yours and ensuring your walls were moulded to his length was enough to make you gush anew. 

He was marking you as his, and you loved it.

“Friends,” he mocked, rearing back onto his knees and pulling you down the bed to keep you connected to his eager dick, “don’t think I haven’t seen the way they drool over you. They’d kill for a chance to be inside this sweet pussy.”

Your gaze lowered to your joining point, just in time to watch him pull from your clenching cunt, the red mushroom tip slick with your arousal and a ring of thick cream around his base, dripping towards the sheets. 

“Gojo-sensei.”

He groaned in his throat, and you admired the tendons in his neck straining under the tension. A blush coating his pectorals that rippled under your watch, abs contracting from the rigorous workout of fucking you so damn furiously and possessively. Gojo’s head tipped back to stare at the ceiling for a second before he smacked the head of his cock against your trembling clit hood and slid back in on an exalted sigh.

His large palms groped at you, kneading your dewy flesh and pulling decadent-sounding whines from your throat. That lazy, self-assured smile twisted into something sinister as he locked eyes with you, “this is all mine, understood? These lips, this throat, these perky tits and especially this.”

Satoru’s palm pressed against your cunt, rutting against his own hand as he felt your soaked folds, admired how your pussy sucked him deep and just how responsive you were to his touch.

“I don’t share,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

His pace turned sloppy, your walls clinging to him as you reached your peak with reverential chants of his name, all adding to his already monstrous ego. 

“That’s it, baby, milk me dry.”

As you float gently back down to earth from your mind-shattering orgasm, you had expected this to be the end of things, but oh no. Your greedy man isn’t quite finished with you yet.

Satoru pulls gingerly from your spasming walls, wiping his still rigid cock against your pussy lips before lowering his face between your parted thighs.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you asked on a strangled cry, the sensation of one of his thick fingers collecting your mingled release and pushing it back inside is enough to make you jerk around.

“Don’t wanna waste a drop, plus I can’t help but want more of this tasty pussy.”

The white-haired menace bit tenderly at the crease of your thigh as he continued to stuff his cum into your hole.

“Make sure you wear a skirt to class, I want to see my cum running down your thigh and maybe it’ll keep Itadori-kun and Fushiguro-kun from drooling all over my property.”

Satoru was a greedy, jealous man.

[fishrights69]

My top 5 coolest fish

5. Lionfish🦁

Ah yes, a classic fish found in many books, video games or even in your bathtub if you're tripping hard enough. The only reason I placed this fish here is because the lionfish is very nostalgic to me. Back in the day my mom would sometimes take me to her office where she had one single video game installed: Feeding frenzy. Sadly it was only a demo so if I quit the game, the whole progress would go away :( (which would make me play it for like 5 hours straight as my mom worked). One of the levels had this cool looking mfer and it got printed into my brain from a young age. This Fish gets a 7/10 for looks, 10/10 for reminding me of a simpler time where depression was a foreign concept to me. 4. Galapagos batfish💅🏻

At first you might think ''yo what the fuck is wrong with this thing, is it even fish?'' and yes, it is VERY fish but at the same time it looks kinda fishy. To give you some facts about this little thing, not only does it look like someone put lipstick on it, but it also apparently cannot even swim right. This fish can't even fish and because of that, it is my number 4. 6/10 appearence 9/10 for personal abilities. It reminds me that even if I fuck up at something meant to be ''human'' it s oki , cuz this fish can't even do the one thing it's supposed to do and somehow it's still alive. 3.Flying fish🐦

Now this, this thing is magestic as fuck. Without it's wings it looks like a typical ass fish, but I can still appreciate it for what it tries to be! Imagine how dramatic it can exit boring conversations, or perhaps show up all of a sudden and creep up on you! It makes me summon my inner bad bitch fish self. 8/10 appearence 10/10 I wish I could fly away from my problems as well as this fish can. 2.Pufferfish🌵

This fish is a proper shapeshifter. Imagine being able to adjust your shape on the spot. No stupid diets to make you skinny or fat. Just swallow some water and that's it. On top of that, the spikes are amazing. I wish I had spikes like that in case someone would try to get too close to me on the playground. Their mating ritual is as amazing as it gets but sadly their toxic self cannot be ignored. 8/10 appearence(11/10 if baby), 6/10 too toxic for me tbh but I can still admire from afar 1.Longhorn cowfish🐄

This yellow blob over here is fucking adorable. Not only does it have cow in the name(I love cows too) but he also looks like he is about to give you kisses. Now he is apparently hella lonely which made me feel sorry for him, therefore he is at number 1. because I too was once lonely, smol (still am) and looked like a blob(still do). I fucking hate the colour yellow but this tiny thing makes me like it a little bit more every time I see a pic of him. 10/10 appearence 10/10 resilience, combating loneliness and removing the stigma associated with it. BONUS FISH!!!! Seahorses. Any kind. 🐴

These beautiful things tie super well with my previous fish. You see I really like animals pretending to be other animals and these babies are just that. On top of looking cool as hell, my favorite seahorse fact is that some males can also give birth! Love me some genderbending so keep slaying it babes. ✨ 10/10 looks 10/10 attitude That was it. Follow me if you wanna hear about my top 5 GARBAGE fish that suck.

[finanah]

akito shinonome fluff alphabet !! akito x reader

ok umm ermm i dont like the heizou smau and unfortunately my genshin rephase has ended so ill probably not touch it at all ermm i dont think anyone cares so its ok >_<!! the divder is so fat guys pls someone send me a like smaller one i can save on my PHONE bc my pc is still broken help

not enough akito stuff under the akito tag so here i am

contents = mentions of heavier bleeding in the “injuries” part, no other warnings

i tried not to specify reader too much guys woohoo not proofread idk the wordcount

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

i feel like akito would like seeing you when you’re passionate about a hobby or dream, especially since he does the same. However if you don’t have any, maybe just your excitement for anything materialistic that you might like.

if you’re also someone who enjoys music and singing like he does, he’d probably admire that over everything.

great minds think alike!

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

ok i actually have no idea help..

i would guess either your hands, your waist or lips

lips in a more romantic way, hes a touch starved guy so something as intimate as a kiss 100% has him giggling

you know that totally hot thing some guys do when they walk past you?? like the doorway doesnt have that much space and he just slightly moves you by your waist its so akskj i feel like hed do that n likes seeing your reactions out of it

i like waists too so i dont see why anyone WOULDNT like them.. i mean during hugging, back hugs, tickling etc i just think theyre nice and i feel like he would too

hands bc it’s satisfying to see you do literally anything.. holding the microphone, writing, the feeling when u play with his hair or draw circles on his back when you cuddle (idc hes SO small spoon coded) he just likes the feeling of it

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

if you’re like me and hug anyone and everyone he would be SICKK of you and enjoy it

he’d be embarrassed, totally

hes not a fan of pda, since whenever he sees a lovey dovey couple in public he gets irked by it but when hes the lovey dovey couple in public hes embarrassed

i mean as long as you’re not all hot and steamy in public i think hugs should be allowed!!

indoors hes a cuddlebag 100%

he likes being little spoon, or just laying on you as long as it doesnt crush you

but if you’re tired, or just want him to hold you he’d never refuse either, hes like.. 60/40?

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

if you go out anywhere, its a store that includes sweet shit cuz this guys sweet tooth is insane

if you have one too, its either he’s glad you share tastes OR you’re fighting over the last piece of cake

he’d really like indoor dates too, like where you just cuddle and watch movies

im sure hed like themeparks too, even tho im not sure if he enjoys wild rides like that i think hed just love the fun atmosphere

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

i think hes the type of guy who doesn’t like feeling vulnerable, but when he does let it out and you react in a more caring way than he expected, he’d loosen up a little.

hes such a cutie too, if something is on his mind he’d tell you in a blunt but monotone way, like in a way where it wouldn’t hurt you? it may still hurt you but he tries..

im not sure if he’d cry around you, in the first couple months of getting used to being in an established relationship, maybe he’d keep it a little more private (hes scared that you’ll think hes a wimp)

but once he gets used to you, and is sure you wont point and ridicule him for showing any type of emotion, you’re gonna be his safespace and anytime hes mad at someone its a gossip session

i want to bite him so badhes such a cufie

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

ok so im not entirely sure if he wants kids, he would 100% marry you definitely but will look out if you want to pursue your dreams (if you have any) like he does, and if you do he doesn’t want your kids to be neglected, neither for you to tire yourself out by doing both of those things

and if hes aware of the terrifying package that comes with pregnancy, both during and after i think he’d let you fully decide on wether you’re having kids

i still think that he’d love the idea of two kids, one boy one girl since he grew up with a sister. he thinks that despite the little fights he has with ena, he loves her and knows that they look out for eachother

he wouldnt mind having less either (for your health probably) or having two girls or two boys, the idea of having a little version of him and you running around is enough

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

in the beginning of the relationship, he observes

hes outspoken but i dont think (i doubt) that hes ever been in a relationship and is probably a newbie at it, so he just speculates on what you like, what your hobbies are, how you feel about things etc so he doesn’t hurt you and knows what to order/buy for you when you go out

its very heartwarming, he likes seeing your reactions when you recieve the very thing you’ve been eyeing but never had the time to get from him all like “how did you know?!” and by this you’re just boosting his ego

whenever you reach a goal, or pass a test he would (very discreetly) give you a kiss on the cheek or forehead if he doesn’t have anything on him, a peck or a snack for a small milestone!

but if its something insane like, getting into your dream school, debuting, or anything important hed take you out as like a little celebration

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

he loves it, and he doesnt

he loves doing it when you’re alone or when no one can notice, like under the table, in your pockets (more obvious but he doesnt realize) holding his pinky, etc

if someone points it out hes pulling away so fast LMAO

if you keep his hand in place and not let him pull away hes just gonna sit there with a red face saying “oh yeah…” and completely ignore any of the comments

in private, hes holding your hand all the time

like if you’re the small spoon for once, and end up falling asleep hed hold your hand and fall asleep on his own

hand holding is something that one of you has to initiate in some .. discreet way.. hes too embarrassed lol but if you show no sign of making the move he’ll force himself eventually (he wants to hold your hand too bad)

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

if its something minor like a paper cut, hes gonna call you clumsy and dumb .. though if its like a super deep one and youre genuinely in pain hes sweating buckets

“seriously, how do you even get a papercut..”

if you like.. break a bone, or get a BAD injury hes on the verge of tears

like, hes so worried its kinda funny. hed be checking up on you 24/7 and get you little snacks

his schedule is tight but will stretch it out just so he can know you’re okay, but if its like an injury where you somehow got a deep cut and youre bleeding like crazy (while hes there) he suddenly has all medical knowledge

to sum it up, hed be worried regardless and tend to whatever injury you have

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

i don’t see him as much of a prankster, but he would probably tease you alot. like, if you’re in gym class and absolutely cannot do it anymore hes gonna tease you for it and call you a slowpoke

i don’t think hed go too far, he’d just make little harmless comments to rile you up for fun

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

hes touch starved and i doubt that his love language is physical affection, tho he does like holding you his primary love language would be quality time and acts of service

i can see him being all of them tbh, like words of affirmation, quality time, acts of service and gift giving is just so him, the physical touch too.. hes just everything i love him

if you’re upset, he’d make you some food, scoop you up and reassure you and just hear you out (if the setting is right lol) hes just such a cutie

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

i think ill have to be vague with this one because this is more like akito x reader where i dont wanna specify anything about reader and akito.. like the imagination is up to u

but if anything, if you’re like past the marriage line, his favorite memory would be the day you got married and your honeymoon, i mean.. its marriage what do you excpect

if you’re also someone with a singing career like him, he’d love all the times you two practiced eachothers lines and choreographies. he just loves the idea of sharing a similar dream to someone as close as you

he loves all the minor memories too, whenever you two cuddle, whenever you reassure him, whenever hes reminded that you see him as your safespace etc

he just likes the entire memory of you

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

ill specify this as a nightmare inside the relationship circle, since i think this is what would apply in this alphabet

hes scared of hurting you in a way where you’ll see him in a bad light forever and would never want to even be on his radar

he hates the idea of being a source to your problems, it makes him sorta insecure that if he just didn’t exist, you’d probably be happier

in general, hes scared of being the reason of loosing you and just hurting you to such a degree

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

his specified addiction to cheesecake and pancakes lol.. or that he can’t own up to his feelings and just denies any confrontation about them

he likes playing with your hair, and theres just something about anything that you own that makes it super fun to use

like if hes taking a shower at your place and just looks at the shampoos you have, he’s totally using them

like not in a weird way, its just the thought that “whats so special about it?? let me just..”

like he just thinks anything yours is sacred (he has multiple hairties of yours and keeps them on his wrist)

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

im sorry i cant see this guy using petnames.. like maybe “dumbass” or just anything teasing but its just generally your name.. unless you ask him to use a nickname or just something people call you hed do it

i just dont see him using darling, cutie or princess.. its corny imo

you guys to yourselves, if you see him saying that thats u.. its just such an ick for me

i can KINDA see him using babe, since its kinda common (i dont see him using baby) and slightly sweetheart maybe idk

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

he loves it, he lives for it, it might be a little difficult to spend time together since his schedule is all messy but during school time or keeping him company while hes training is something he likes

he might be pent up and a little angry during some training sessions, and MIGHT say something mean without paying attention

if you get angry at him for it, he would just not notice and brush it off (during the moment) but would realize what he did and apologize when hes calmed down

this is a more personal hc but if you continue to ignore him and do NOT wanna speak to him bc umm why are you taking your anger out on ME??? he would have to corner you and beg for you to stop ignoring him

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

if you write songs and sing etc, obviously your songs since they have your voice in them

he mightttt make a song abt u, or just make a spotify playlist with songs that remind him of you

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

he’d be pretty open after awhile of being with you but miscommunication would be quite a problem regardless, especially in the beginning

he’d be a little shy of telling you too much, so when hes comfortable he would tell you most of the things he has on his mind

basically he just needs time to open up

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

id be SCARED of this guy so on a personal perspective it would take me AWHILEEE to even talk to him.. + id confess over text cuz im not going thru the embarrassment

if you’re friends and you somehow find out from a few interrogations that he has smth for you, confessing wouldnt be a problem

i feel like he would also maybe confess.. im not sure, it would take him awhile tho cuz.. tsundere

anyway, i think like if you’ve been friends for awhile PROBABLYY like a year.. unless you’re bold!! if you just met like as 1st years and liked him in 2nd it purely depends on how good your relationship is

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

this totally depends on the type of upset person you are, so if youre more like “angry do not talk to me i hate you get away” type of upset, but still want him to relentlessly chase after you for forgiveness (am i toxic..oops) he’d probably have to figure out that you’re this way, like hed think just an apology would cut it but would realize hes VERY wrong

i dont see him being the chasing after you type, but his soft spot for you would force him to since he misses you too much

if youre a more reasonably upset person, he would apologize and take you out maybe.. as i mentioned he doesnt like being a source of you being sad or angry, so hes gonna try his best

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

he’s not the showing off type, but if youre like for an example exceptionally pretty or talented at something, he’d babble and babble on about it

like how nice your hair is, how clear your skin is, how you’re practically glowing next to him, how good your grades are, how good you are at a type of sport, how organized you are.. literally anything that his little observation duty got out of you

vbs and the sekailoids are sick of him, and he gets embarrassed when confronted about how much he talks about you (he notices how much he talks about you but just cant stop)

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

he doesn’t want you to fight for anything, like in a perspective where youre battling against something alone. he wants to be there for you and with you

he wants you to know that he’ll be there for you regardless of how different your dreams are, he wants to support you!!

in conclusion, he would fight beside you if its about your dreams, and would fight for you if its something like bullying

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

he can’t read you fully, but he knows more than you’d think he does

ive said it like thrice LOL but this man is observant!!! he knows what you like and what you dont, your preferences and can already guess what you would choose in a store or public setting

in conclusion!!!! he can’t fully read how you feel, but he hes definitely better at it than the majority of people

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

if you want it super fancy, he’d try his best to make it in a more luxurious way so it fits your taste

before proposing, it would take him a few months to fully study how you would like it, if you want it expensive or just more thoughtful

based on the person he is and the type of person he would like, he’d do it purely all with love, yes.. no 3 million diamond ring with 1000 roses on a yacht

he would also like someone who isnt too high class, so a ring is a ring, he’d do it on a place where its super pretty (example like a mountain with a breath taking view) or the beach at night!! he wants to propose in private because he doesn’t dig public exposure of something so intimate

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

whenever you two cuddle and theres some music in the backround.

he loves your presence and anytime you’re cuddling while he sleeps, hes just so comfortable and calm

he likes off-school mornings where you two had a sleepover too!! he just wakes up happy

whenever you two watch a movie under a kotatsu with some snacks!!

A/N

this is very long!! but its also the whole fluff alphabet lol.. i dont this think is ooc tbh maybe the “begging for forgiveness” part but its probably more accurate than not

plz no steal inspo is ok with creds @finanah2024

[runawaymun]

from the artist ask game

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

Oh, so many! I adore @merilles' art style a lot. It's so soft and clean and pretty to look at! It's very dreamy, and I love the way they draw faces and hair! @mgcoco likewise has really clean lines (I strugggggggleeeeee!!!!) and their art style is SO cute and their coloring is so decisive! Plus, oh god, all of the character designs, the clothing, everything. @feanorinleatherpants's grasp on anatomy and just....the bRUSH STROKES. *THE BRUSH STROKES* THE CHUNKY FAT BRUSH STROKES. SOOOO GOOD. @arrowhawkart's use of color and light (and again, so so clean. Comic book/animation kind of clean aaaa). @thenerdyalchemist has a very cozy, charming sort of art style that I just want to curl up in. It's so so so nice. @the-commonplace-book -- again, clean lines, really decisive coloring, angular in a really fun good way. Also I gotta scream about @celebrimbot VIKS LINESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS the MOOD the AHHHHHH everything !!!!

There are plenty of other creators with art styles that I admire (but they are closer to my own and so don't work so well for the purposes of this ask) -- but like can you see the theme here? I tend to be a lot more sketchy and less decisive in my coloring, and I don't really understand how to do cell shading very well (it never looks good when I do it but I am trying to learn!!). So whenever an artist has really clean lines and sharp, neat coloring I am just in awe. I also tend not to work incredibly loosely either (I am somewhere in the middle) -- so artists that work loosely are also a subject of great admiration!!!

artist ask meme

[meowcatsposts]

Best Medicine [Ahmed]

❥ note: @treasurecat24, I hope you enjoy :)

Overview:

Date time with your precious bf!

…but you got sick

So Ahmed’s here to baby you <3

Walking in cute clothes was flattering and empowering–perfect, even. 

With a sore scratchy throat, thrumming head, and heavy limbs, however? That was a different story. Each step sapped your nearly depleted energy reserve, and just to look straight ahead was a whole workout. Muscles aching, eyes watery, and head stuffed with cotton, you wished you had stayed home. 

Ahmed, seeing your sunken eyes and pallid complexion, knew something was very, very wrong. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, eyes flooded with worry. Clearly not, his mind screamed.

“Um…” Dully, you looked up to meet his gaze and slurred, “...Do I look bad?”

You weren’t alright, duh. You just answered his question with a question!

Sighing softly, Ahmed murmured, “You look pale, love. Pale, as in sick.” He placed his hand on your lower back and pushed gently, guiding your rubbery legs. “We need to take you home.”

Here you were now, lying comfortably in a bed, wrapped in a thick blanket burrito. A steaming mug of tea sat beside your nightstand and its herby aroma wafted fainty to your nose. Perhaps something warm would be nice. Feeling a little bad for not drinking it (your beloved boyfriend brewed it for you, after all), you dragged yourself up and took the cup, lifting it to your lips with shaky hands. It didn’t taste or smell really of anything, sadly, (darn germs!) but a faint sweetness tickled your tongue and you smiled. Honey. 

Ahmed walked in with a tray. On it was a steaming bowl of soup, a tall glass of water, and a plastic medicine bottle.

“You’re like a doctor,” you giggled. Sandpaper rubbed your throat raw, but you didn’t really care.

“Well,” your boyfriend started, smiling softly. “I am.” He set the tray down with a soft clunk and sat beside you, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. “And you’re my special patient.”

“Please.” Ahmed was practically begging now. “You need to take this to speed up your recovery.”

How long did this go on for? Too long. Your boyfriend usually had the patience of a saint, but he really needed to suppress the urge to wrench your pretty little lips open and shove that spoon into your mouth. 

Seeing how worriedly dark Ahmed’s eyes turned, you began to second-guess your own stubbornness. Maybe you should comply, your conscience reasoned. 

“Fine,” you grumbled.

“Great!” he chirped, holding a tiny spoonful of that thick bitter concoction. “Say ah~ for me.” After seeing you hesitantly part your lips, Ahmed softly cooed, “Good job,” as he slipped the syrup into your mouth. After a lengthy while you managed to swallow the darn thing, its bitterness still coiled around your tongue. You scrunched your nose.

Chuckling, Ahmed handed you a glass of water. You drained the liquid in a heartbeat. 

As he set the glass atop the tray he murmured softly again, “Good job,” and stroked your head tenderly, fingers slipping through your hair. For some reason your boyfriend’s praise sparked flints in your face, so you ducked under the covers, hoping he didn’t see how red your face got.

Although Ahmed found your flustered self absolutely endearing, he was confused. Why so red? He peeled the sheets from your face, peering curiously into your eyes.

“Why are you blushing, love?” he asked. “I don’t think there’s anything to be embarrassed about…”

You just stared into his eyes. Blankly. Like a deer in headlights. Your heart thump-thump-thumped insanely, but somehow, you couldn’t break away from those emerald eyes of his. Though sick and teary-eyed, you had to admit that they were beautiful as ever, like the very first day you got lost in them; they were a flourishing spring forest, deep and nurturing. 

Ahmed didn’t look away, either. He, too, admired you silently; you were adorable, all wrapped up and flustered and needing his help.

Then you blurted, “Can you hand me the soup?” to break the fat silence. 

“Oh, sure.” Ahmed handed you the warm bowl hesitantly, fingers ghosting over yours. “Are you sure you don’t want me to feed you?” he asked.

Feed you? You blushed furiously–again–and nearly choked on your soup. Why was he so good at making butterflies rampage in your stomach? He was your boyfriend, but still–

“I’m fine,” you coughed, in a hushed sort of way. “I’m fine.”

Ahmed sighed. “That doesn’t sound convincing…but alright.” 

Maybe you were fine. Seeing that you already took your first sip he asked rather nervously, “Does it taste ok?” 

Oh, how he loved it when you bobbed your head and hummed a soft, “Mhm,” in return. He didn’t miss the smile ghosting over your lips, either.

Heart swelling with relief Ahmed said, “Really? That’s good.” He fretted over almost everything, after all–from the tea to the soup to the blankets. Everything.

He was ecstatic–absolutely happy to be of service to you–but something bothered him. He couldn’t be completely content. Yet.

“Why did you agree to go out when you were sick?” your boyfriend asked. His eyes reflected something serious and he frowned just the slightest, as if he were doing a grave examination. 

“Well…” you trailed. The warm soup bowl felt good in your hands. Comforting. “One, I didn’t know it’d get this bad, and two…I felt bad canceling.”

Ahmed hummed low in his throat, presumably in disapproval, as he rubbed light circles on your outer thigh.

“You should’ve canceled. I wouldn’t have minded,” he reasoned, a light pink dusting his cheeks. “I’d still get to be with you anyway, and I get to take care of you, so…” 

Not once did he break his gaze, however.

“Oh?” You almost choked on your soup again. Ahmed’s hand felt oddly hot on your thigh, and it definitely wasn’t because you were ill. In fact, your whole body was blazing.

So red again, he thought to himself, stifling a chuckle. Maybe you should get sick more often.

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[thrawnspetgoose]

Let me take care of you. Ar'alani xF!reader

Ar'alani is stressed, so you order a night in. Reverse dom!Ar'alani sub!reader who doms so she can look after her lover and partner.

Obligatory warnings: My blog is 18+ and most of my works too. Sub! Dom! dynamic. Girl on girl mostly oral. Food involved and alcohol.

This was meant for kinktober. But instead you get it for Thanksgiving. Please enjoy it. XD

Ar'alani has been busy with the Grysk and politics that come with war. But that didn't mean either of you didn't find hidden moments to spend evenings or even nights together.

So when Ar'alani sent you word that she would be staying the night while on world, you were struck with an idea.

So out you went, ordering her favorite foods of a cheese and meat board, with sides of her absolutely adored crispy vegetables, both fried and deep fried for variety with her more favored sauces.

You bought flowers and candles scented caramal. Not long after you light them their scent fills your apartment.

Before setting the dinner table with your chosen dishes, you went and changed choosing black strappy lingerie and your fluffy dressing gown.

Once pleased with your presentation, you laid your trap. Tonight, you would dominate your absolutely amazing and stunning tactician of a Chiss Admiral.

Ar'alani returned to your shared apartment she merely raised an eyebrow when she took in your approaching form.

"You're plotting." You can hear the pleased smile in her voice as you reach within grabbing distance letting yourself be pulled into a firm embrace.

"I don't think you mind this plot of mine visahot." You answer, kissing her plush lips, which brings a smile to them.

"No I do not." She whispers pulling you in for a hungry devouring kiss. You pull away for a moment.

"Let me tonight. You do so much and I want you to relax."

Ar'alani let's you lead her to the set up living room and sighs at the sight of her favorites all laid out.

She sits and lets you feed her after taking her outer uniform off. But even then, neither of you can keep your hands off each other.

You straddle he string powerful thighs grinding slightly as you pull and knead at her breath and gasp between kisses.

Ar'alani is in a similar shape, hands not resting she pulls your dressing gown away, and her expression darkens at the sight of your choice of lingerie.

"All this for me ch'acah?" I truly am spoilt." And like that the rest is off. You both trace eachother feeling the soft skin.

Chiss have thicker skin but it is still soft. While you, the admirals human was soft skin with surprising muscle. But Ar'alani was still gentle even when she was in bed.

At last, you settle on the ground between her knees, eyeing the slit that hid your prize from view.

Leaning forwards with the flat of your tongue you lick a fat stripe up it and back letting the blushing folds open to trails your tongue through and around them. Even pressing your mouth flat to suck greedily enjoying the juices that gathered.

Chiss sex was wet, sloppy, and slow, and you loved it. Loved being covered in your lovers juices. And she similarly loved watching you work so hard to please her. Carding long slender blue fingers through your hair, tugging on occasion.

You bring a finger to her folds and trace teasing what you know you can, gathering some of her juices before bringing it down to touch yourself as you begin working to both of your finishes.

And when she comes repeatedly on your face leaving it soaked and look up to see her blessed expression. You know your mission was successful.

You run a bath, share it together, and spend the rest of the night cuddled together, exchanging stories and eating the forgotten food.

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Storytime Anon is here📚📖✨️ and I have some adult content to spare that you may like😏😏 originally I was going to share this with dcsiremc but I think she may need to recover after giving her MMA!Toji and Hockey!Yuuji adult content🥵🥵😩😩

I present to you...Cop!Mirio😏😎 please be advised...you may faint.

Cop!Mirio is beyond your definition of a hot cop. He defied every checkmark and is a man with a mature cute face, blonde hair and adorable blue ocean eyes with a sculpted body that gives the gods and bodybuilders a run for their money. Mirio had manners, courage, respectable and became a sergeant at such a young age it is admirable. Despite his amazing leadership qualities, empathy, his positive personality, you were hot and bothered by how tight and fitting his police uniform swarms his musculature body he trained extremely hard to get😳👀 his taut and big forearms, veiny biceps that are visible when he wears short-sleeve uniform, and him manspreading whenever he sits down😳😳 not because he isn't respectful but because of how much he is packing down there. Your perverted views did not go unnoticed...

Cop!Mirio knew you give these not-so-subtle and lewd glances at him and to be honest...he is far more perverted and dirtier than you😏😏 he so badly wants to ruin you for any other man, he wanted to tease, taste, lick and suck your pussy and wonder what flavor you have, he wanted to spit in your mouth, mix it with your own spit and suck his big, fat cock with it. He wants to bounce you up and down his cock and breed you😩 he wonders how good you will look handcuffed...

It's why, a fateful day that he gains the courage to bring you to an unsued and uncensored interrogation room where you realize he has the hots for you and wants to fuck you. He strips himself fully naked from head to toe not caring he is at the police headquarters the two of you are working at, picks you up and lays you down on the table, handcuffs your hands behind your back, blouse and bra off, with your panties stuffed in your mouth saying "Gotta be quiet for daddy. You don't want our co-workers hearing you be slut out, yeah?" Meanwhile he makes nasty and obscene sounds while eating your pussy out and you whine and moan behind your soaked panties, unable to thrash in his strong hold as he gives you such divine pleasure that you roll your hips on his tongue in rhythm to him tongue fucking you. 👀👀😵‍💫😵‍💫

He makes you squirt all over his face, telling you how sweet you taste and kisses you to let you have a taste. He uses his nightstick as a makeshift spreader bar to keep your legs open while he fingers you and turns you around, taking your panties off your mouth and giving you his cock. Your eyes widen in shock at his size🥵🥵. He wasn't just long and a grower but he was wide in girth as well. Even with prep, you wouldn't be able to take him properly, or if you could, you wouldn't be able to walk for a few days. "As much as I want to fuck you senselessly, you're not ready for daddy’s cock inside you yet. So for now...show me how badly you want to make daddy cum with that slutty mouth of yours."

Needless to say, Daddy Cop!Mirio found your mouth heavenly and came down your throat. Oh yes, you were officially his and he is taking you out this Friday. By then he can prep you well to take his cock and have you bounce up and down on it all weekend😩😩

(I have the hots for Mirio Togata😵‍💫😵‍💫 he is underrated and it is criminal there isn't alot of smutfics about him with reader (female and male) or with any other BNHA character. But I will start making content about him from now on while I am going to write a very erotic and gay smut between two characters from another fandom (Ogun and Vulcan😵‍💫😵‍💫 the two underrated hotties of fire force) but enjoy this tidbit. -Storytime Anon📚📖✨️)

y-yeah. daddy mirio can get it. that’s all i can say. 😵‍💫

thanks for sharing nonnie!! 💖