#also the colouring on this took... so long

[furioussouls]

There’s a part of me that recognises you.

[yandere! oc x chubby reader]

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Song: Chihiro by Billie Eilish

Warning: yandere behaviour( I dont condone yandere behaviour in real life, this is just fiction), chubby reader (uses she/her pronouns), cursing, lucid dreaming, spirituality

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Standing knee-deep in the ice cold water while the salty breeze of the sea hit your face, you stroked over the goosebumps that rose over your plump arms. The radiant full moon illuminated your face and your eyes took in the view of the beautiful beach in front of you. The beach that you’ve been seeing every single night in every dream you had. The beach where you met him for the first time.

You don’t remember when the dreams first started, nor whether the guy you met in your dreams was just a person you once saw passing through a crowd, or just a result of your brain coming up with the image of the most beautiful guy alive.

You are completely aware of the fact that you’re dreaming. Whenever you saw him, you knew that you were dreaming. Your very own personal man of your dreams. Whenever you woke up, a heavy sense of sadness and dread filled you. Not only because the most perfect man disappeared from your grasp yet again, but also because you weren’t sure what was happening. Was it just a weird reoccurring lucid dream? Was it a memory? Or something entirely different?

Completely lost in thoughts, you stared at the gentle waves when familiar arms wrapped around your plush torso from behind. The comforting scent of oranges, sandalwood and jasmine infiltrated your nose and your worries eased a little. You smiled while keeping your gaze on the reflection of the moon on the water surface.

“I missed you during the day”, you whispered and he chuckled and squeezed you firmly.

“Darling, I can’t even begin to describe how much I missed you. I wish I could just sleep forever so we can see each other all the time.“, he sighed and buried his nose in your hair. He inhaled deeply and let out a small groan.

You turned around and looked at him. He leaned forward and gently kissed your nose. You wrapped your arms around him and buried yourself in his chest. His smell engulfed you and his hands gently squeezed whatever they could reach.

He‘s not real, he’s not real.

After a long minute you spoke up, “Can we sit down?“, you asked him and pointed to your usual sitting spot.

He nodded with a gentle smile and both of you sat next to each other in the sand, and he started to pick up pretty shells for you.

“How was your day?“, he asked you and you sighed and leaned back. His eyes immediately found yours and he furrowed his brows in concern.

He‘s not real.

“It was the same as always“, you replied numbly and looked up at the stars.

He put his large hand in the middle of your stomach and tenderly rubbed your lower belly fat.

“I hate that you’re so stressed about your life. Every night you look more exhausted and unhappy and seeing you like that feels like I’m getting stabbed in my chest. I wish I could take you away from everything, Darling. ", he told you and for the first time tonight he wasn’t smiling.

Your heart fluttered but immediately afterwards a wave of embarrassment and sadness washed over you. You’re taking like this with an imaginary man. A man from your dreams. He wasn’t real. None of this was. You can’t keep going like this.

You stood up walked back into the water and looked straight ahead, his arms gently squeezing around you again.

“What are you thinking about? “, he asked you, his chin now gently resting on your shoulder. His slender, veiny hands engulfed your beautifully plumped one.

You turned around to face him again and admired his features; from his shoulder-long blonde hair that shone golden in the light, to his beautiful honey coloured eyes, which brought out the slight freckles speckled across his nose and eyelids and plump lips. His long and lanky body adorned in a white button up and black pants.

His tender eyes scanned you from top to bottom too, his eyes halting on your round hips and pudgy stomach, which were particularly emphasised in this white night gown you were wearing. His gaze softened even more and his hand tenderly stroked up your arm til his hand reached your cheek and he cupped your face in his warm, big hands.

”My precious darling. What’s going through your pretty head, hm?“ he hummed and gently rubbed his aquiline nose against your hairline. “You can talk with me about anything. You know that.“ His hands wandered up and down your back and he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’re not real.”, you replied quietly and looked down.

Focusing on his button- up shirt was easier than looking into his piercing, loving eyes, but before you had the opportunity to avoid his eyes for too long , you noticed his necklace; it was a crystal. A purple one at that. Was it an amethyst? Before you could spend too much time thinking about his necklace, his hands cupped your round cheeks and made you look up at him again. This time his eyebrows were furrowed and his plump lips pressed to a line.

“What did you just say?”, he asked you solemnly.

A pit formed in your stomach. You gulped and responded, “We‘re dreaming. No, I’m dreaming. You’re not real. You‘re just a man in my dreams that I made up. Our relationship isn’t real and I think we need to stop meeting here.“

You felt pretty stupid for “breaking up“ with someone from your dreams but it was the right thing to do.

The idyllic landscape suddenly turned into a nightmare; heavy lightning bolts struck the ocean and thunder rumbled all around you. Your eyes widened and you felt your pulse pick up.

Your eyes found his again and your jaw dropped open when you saw the tears running down his freckled cheek. You wanted to apologise to him, to comfort him, but before you could even get one word out, he fell on his knees in front of you.

“I don’t know what happened. Just yesterday we were talking about everything until you woke up and now you’re saying that what we have is not real? That our feelings aren’t real? What the fuck happened to make you change your mind?“, he asked loudly with tears streaming down his face. He took your hand and and kissed the palm of your hand and each individual finger softly while tears were dripping on your own hand.

Why would you dream this? Why would it feel so real? He looked at you from below his lashes, expecting an answer and kept your hand close to his mouth.

You felt the world crumble and blur around you. The light of the moon dimmed slowly while the ocean was drying up. This happens every night. This process was as familiar to you as was seeing him and this beach. It could only mean one thing; you were waking up.

He frantically looked around and held you by your shoulders. It was a firm but gentle grip nevertheless. “Please, baby. Please don’t leave me like this, okay? Come back tomorrow, hm? We‘ll talk it all over”, he begged.

Before you could answer, you woke up in your room. Blinking sleepily, your eyes scanned the room and you sighed and brushed your hair back. What the fuck was that about? Shit, you felt even more exhausted than before you went to bed. You were about to get up when you noticed something. The hand that he had kissed desperately, was slightly wet. It looked like the cause for it were small and irregular droplets of water; like his tears.

Goosebumps rose all over your body and your cheeks began to heat up while a cold shower ran down the nape of your neck. The heavy sense of dread expanded in your belly. No, you were probably just going crazy. Nothing extraordinary happening here. Nothing at all. Your eyes slowly drifted back to your hand and you picked your hand up and gently held it under your nose. His familiar scent invaded your nose again and you jumped up from your bed.

Suddenly you remembered his necklaces; the amethyst. Scrambling to your phone you looked up which crystals can help with lucid dreaming and… Amethyst was amongst the top five crystals.

Easy explanation, you were going crazy. You have nothing else going for you in your life so you convinced yourself that the man from your dreams is real. Easy situation.

You needed fresh air; walking outside in the autumnal weather while the dried leaves were crunching beneath you always helped clearing your mind. The refreshing breeze whirled around you and your tense body calmed a bit, when you accidentally walked against somebody. The person dropped their belongings and you apologised and picked up their things. Before you looked them in their face your eyes halted at their necklace; it was the same amethyst from your dream. You took a few steps back and your eyes immediately jumped up to the persons face and it was him. The man from your dreams.

“Hello, baby. We finally see each other during the day too. My name is Ellis“, he said gently with a lazy, soft smile and extremely deep bags beneath his eyes.

[jisungchan]

60 minutes | njm

or, where your return to your favourite masseuse

part two of the minutes with jaemin series. read the drabble that started this here! read part one, 30 minutes, here!

⚔︎ warnings: masseuse!jaemin x collegestudent!reader, afab! reader, hella petnames from jaem, softdom!jaemin, fingering (f!receiving), NO race specific descriptors (skin colour, hair texture, etc.), 69, swallowing, face sitting, blowjob, f! and m! receiving oral, NO body type specific descriptors (size of reader body parts, height, weight, etc.), no piv... jaem does whip his dick out though this time !!!... if i missed anything lmk!

word count: ~2k

a/n: i listened to sticker while writing the smut part LOL 

it had been only 2 weeks since you last got your first massage, yet it seemed like it was both an eternity ago and just yesterday. you sat on your bed, staring at the time; you only had an hour until your appointment with him. 

when you left the parlour that day, your friend instantly attacked you with dozens of questions, none necessarily suggestive, but more so curious as to just how good of a masseuse you got lucky with to leave you a flustered mess in the passenger seat of her car. 

you didn’t tell her anything, you weren’t ready for the other onslaught of questioning that would arise out of her finding out you had a bit more than just a massage. 

the truth is, she kind of killed two birds with one stone with the last appointment. while it was true school was having you stressed out (more than usual), you were also dealing with a terrible case of sexual frustration as well. all the guys on campus are well… bad, to put it kindly. most of them just hook up to get themselves off, and the others are either celibate or already in a relationship. you wanted no parts in any of the different types of men who roamed the college town. 

it’s like ever since you had your little, appointment, with jaemin, he’s been in your sights. you never recalled ever seeing him before, yet now all of the sudden, he is everywhere on your campus. the first time you saw him, you were walking through the quad with a few of your friends, when he and his group of friends passed by. too involved, you didn’t even notice him smiling at you, until he cleared his throat, called your name, and walked directly up to you and lifted your chin to make eye contact with his soft palm. speechless, you looked up, confused. since when did he go here?

the second time you saw him, you were studying by yourself in the library, nursing your cup of coffee and attempting to read the chapters your professor assigned. suddenly, you heard the chair across from you drag across the tiled floor. looking up once again, you were met with a smiling jaemin plopping his bag on the next chair and placing his laptop on the table. small talk was made, and you both went on to study wordlessly for the next few hours. 

the next time you'll see him, will be in that same massage room as before.

walking in, by yourself this time, you were even more nervous than before. you know what you’re expecting, but what if you’re wrong for expecting anything more than a massage? you don’t want him to think you see him as a sex worker of sorts. your head was a mess and you spoke to the same receptionist and she walked you back to the room. the same room with the faint peach smell and music lulling in the back. again, you took off your clothes, still opting to keep your underwear and bra on for some modesty, and waited in the robe for your god-send of a masseuse to come in. hearing the door open, you peep your head up from its low position of watching your hands pick at your nails. he had that same smile as alway, and walked over to greet you with a kiss on your cheek. 

he untied your robe, this time with no regard for your shyness. i mean, his hand had quite literally been in your mouth and pu–

“i’ve been waiting to see your name on my schedule again princess, what took you so long?” he leads you to the table, not even placing a towel on your lower half. 

you press your head into the opening in the table, muttering out an excuse of an answer. how were you supposed to tell him you were a wreck thinking about coming again? let alone seeing him again? 

just as before, he works on your back, opting to pour oil right on your back, causing you to hiss and lift your hips at the cool sensation leaking all over your body. 

it feels like an eternity has passed once he finally ushers you to flip over. you are now met with his face for the first time since the massage started. little words were spoken before, but now jaemin wants to be more vocal, more bold. 

“do you remember what i told you last time, darling?” 

well, many things were said last time, but he quickly stops your thought process with him guiding your hand to his aching dick. 

“i said i didn’t get your throat good enough, how about we fix that now?” he smirks as you quickly sit up, your legs parted as he stands between them. 

he pulls at your wrists for you to stand, and he sits in the waiting chair at the corner of the room, pulling at you to follow him. he grabs the pillow and places it on the floor in front of him. 

“what are you waiting for? kneel.” he commands, he still has a demanding presence as he glares up at you. you make quick work to get on your knees, kneeling on the soft cushion underneath. you place your hands on the insides of his thighs as he manspreads in front of you. his look is literally laid back, as he has his pelvis front and centre as he lazily leans back into the chair. you wander up to the waistband of his grey sweats, noticing how they do nothing to hide his imprint. it dawns on you, this will be the first time you have actually seen his dick, and it’s going to be right in front of your face, begging to be dealt with. 

you push down his boxers and sweats in one go, causing them to pool at his ankles. his dick pops up and slaps against his shirt, staining it with some of the precum seeping from his tip. it’s a bit slender, but it is long. veins go up and down his shaft and you can only imagine the texture of them going in and out of you. you feel yourself starting to drool at the thought, and jaemin takes it in his hand and slaps your cheek with it.  

“already drooling over my cock? you haven’t even felt it yet, pretty.” he smirks as he taps it against your slightly ajar mouth. finally, you place your own hands on it, giving it a few pumps before bringing it up to your mouth and slipping the tip in. his precum is salty, but not too bitter. you hollow your cheeks as you take more and more in until you can’t fit anymore. 

you push your thighs together as you get to work on sucking him off. taking your tongue and pressing it on the underside of his shaft. you bob your head up and down and up and down as you pump the rest in your hand. the mix of your saliva and his leaky tip makes it easy for you to guide him in your body smoothly. you let it go with a loud pop! and prod at his tip’s slit with your tongue, making a deep groan come from his mouth. you take one of your hands to lift his shirt up, wanting to see his abdomen rise and fall rapidly with your movements. he sees your attempt, and throws his shirt over his head to allow you to bask in his body. you push your thighs even further together and start shifting them together, desperate for any friction. 

you place him back in your open mouth, this time determined to take all of him. you press your face further and further and further until your nose is met with his neatly trimmed pubic hair. your eye level with his v-line, and you feel yourself dripping onto the cushion beneath you. he moans as he takes your hair in his hand, holding you down as you force yourself to breathe through your nose. meanwhile, you take your hand to cup the rest of him drooping heavily below, massaging as you feel tears in the corners of your eyes. he finally lessens his grip to allow you to continue. 

however, that doesn’t last long as he yanks your body back up. 

“you don’t think i didn’t notice you rubbing those pretty little plush thighs together? what kind of man would i be if i only got myself off? ”with that said, he brings you back to the table, this time laying on it himself face up.

“don’t be shy, sit on my face baby.” 

shakily, you climb on top of him, and he pulls your underwear up to press against your core. you whine at the feeling and brace your hands on his calves, facing his still painfully hard erection. you feel his nose prodding at your hole through your thin, poorly drenched underwear before he moves them aside and pulls down your hips to be directly on his lips. 

you feel as he starts to eat you out like a madman. his tongue is flat against your slit, covering every area and leaving none to be discovered. his grip on your hips is deathly as he forces you even deeper into his face. after a few moments of gathering your strength, you grab his dick again and continue with your past antics. you’ve never done this position with anyone, and you’re wondering why the hell not?

you’re trying your best to take him in again, but the way he’s fucking you open with his tongue has you seeing stars and glitching. the way his tongue rolls over your clit has you moaning around his cock, especially when he presses his fingers into your lonely hole. intent on making him feel just as good as you were, you force your head back all the way down to fully engulf him in your mouth. and when you feel the vibrations of his moans, you almost came on the spot. you start grinding helplessly on his face, loving everything he’s giving you. 

“it tastes so much better from the source, i could stay here all day.” he whispers against your pussy, and it seemed like he was talking to her more than you. 

once you start playing with his heavy balls, waiting to be emptied into your warm, wet, mouth, he starts twitching in your mouth. he stops eating you out to let out some of the most beautiful moans you have ever heard. he curses out with your name and you know he’s close. you bring your nose to his base and lick him all over with your tongue, pushing him to unload down your throat. it doesn’t take much longer for him to spurt out his sticky smooth cum into your mouth. you take him out again and slap it against your tongue, urging him to give it all to you. and once he does, you sit up as he turns you around on his face.

now, looking down on him, he truly looks like a madman. hair messy and your slick covering the entire lower half of his face. he forces your hips down again, this time hooking either arm around them to keep you from getting up. you feel as his nose bumps your clit every time he presses his tongue in and of your seeping hole. you bring your hands to his hair, needing anything to ground you from the insane man between your thighs. 

it only took another good look at his face, his eyes closed in heaven devouring you, for you to come undone. you gripped his hair tightly, this time it was you pushing your hips down onto his face, and he gratefully took every last bit. easing up, you scooted back to sit on his stomach, and he sat up on his elbows, admiring you in both yours and his post-orgasm bliss. he licked his mouth clean as he took your face in his hands to kiss you. ironically, this was the first time you’ve felt his lips on yours. and they are even softer and more plush than they look. pulling away with a string of saliva connecting you, 

“next time, we won’t be in this room.”

[eggedbellies]

Thank @bunoven64 for this one, folks!

Title: The Reunion Wordcount: 2787 Kinks: transformation, tit expansion/ass expansion, milf, hucow, cow transformation, lactation, breeding, cum inflation, lesbian. Synopsis: Jacob has spent more time than he'd like to admit trying to plan a good school reunion. However, when only two people decide to show up, he decides it's a good enough time to get revenge for how shit they were to him back at school.

The music was on, a soft muzak that was inoffensive enough to work as nothing more than background noise, avoiding any weird silences. A table was set against one wall, covered in the standard nibbles – carrot sticks, chips, little sandwiches and cakes. Yes, it was all perfect – a few banners, paper plates, CLASS OF ‘96 dangling from the ceiling. The reunion had been Jacob’s idea. After so long since they’d finished school, considering the fact they were in their thirties now, seemed like a great idea to all get back together. It was only as he’d been sending out invites that he’d really remembered just what a shitstorm that schooling had been. Half of these people he was sending out invites to had been complete assholes to him whilst he was growing up. And sure, he bet a bunch of them had matured and bettered themselves, but honestly? He didn’t give a shit. This was going to be the best opportunity he’d ever had to get some petty revenge.

Sure, he’d been an awkward nerd when he was a kid. More interested in science than anything else, only that had gone on to be a great boon for him – utterly smashing through his university education, Jacob had been working officially for a lab for a good few years now. Making good money, sure, but also working on his own ideas how that he had access to the laboratory that could actually handle what he had in mind. Yet as time shifted closer to the planned date, he was getting more and more rejections. Damnit all, after all the time and effort he’d put into this… some people just never responded to his messages and invites. Others said they were busy, couldn’t get there, out of the country, babysitting, a dozen other stupid fucking reasons… and then, finally, he had a clear yes!

Two of them.

Well, that would make his revenge easier, even if it would be more obvious… but he couldn’t help but smile at the names that were floating in the ‘coming’ section. Amy and Zoe. God, he remembered them – they had taken great pleasure in taunting him. Amy was maybe a little kinder than Zoe, but he definitely remembered the mockery and laughing, the teasing, taunting. They’d gotten hot early, after all, and ruled the school. A quick browse on their profiles online had showed that they hadn’t changed much – both of them were still stunning. He scrolled past pictures on the beach in Ibiza, all skimpy bikinis and blonde hair, clutching colourful cocktails in clubs… Zoe’s were a little more under control, at least, but still… he could feel himself half hard just looking at those images. In his mind, he ran over the serum that he’d been working on… yes. It would be so fucking perfect.

Stirring the pink punch he’d made, mostly fruit juices, a few good glugs of vodka and a splash of sugar syrup, he grinned, pouring himself a tall glass – before reaching into his pocket, sliding out a small silver case. Clicking it carefully open, he searched through before finding the correct vial, checking the label, then tilting it carefully into the bowl. It vanished inside – with any luck, the bitterness would be lost in the alcohol. A few more good stirs, and he took a tiny sip of his own glass. They’d never know.

The doorbell pinged, and Jacob looked around, trying not to grin too widely. He’d called for smart-casual, wearing a comfortable tee with smart jeans, a nice watch, smart shirt open over top. His hair had been carefully styled, too, so he was confident that he looked nice – showing off the muscle he’d gained, the way his jaw had chiselled in, and the arguably much more attractive man he was since he’d come into himself. Opening the door, he gestured widely; it was Zoe, the taller of the two who’d agreed to come, dressed in a smart black and white dress, shallow heels, her blonde hair hanging straight and smooth. Wow. As stunning as ever, of course; his smile was a little more genuine now.

“Hey! Wow, thank you for coming,” he said, brightly, gesturing in, “Come grab some punch, have some snacks, you’re the first one here.” “Hello! Jacob, you look fantastic,” she replied, with a beam, giving his shoulder a squeeze as she stepped in, “I didn’t know you lived all the way out here! You have a gorgeous house,” she effused, glancing around, as if surprised there was nobody else there yet. He didn’t miss the way her eyes lingered on his framed accolades, a picture of him with an award, a sad lack of any sign of partner or family… not that he hadn’t been thinking about it. Especially recently. His eyes lingered on her fine form, although she was lacking somewhat when it came to her butt and tits… still, carried herself confidently to the point it was easy to miss.

“Oh, thanks, yeah,” he said, with a light laugh, “I work in bioengineering -” he was interrupted by the ring of the doorbell again, turning to open the door and reveal Amy. She was just as stunning as ever, of course, hair up in messy waves, a bright beam on her face, a skimpy, neon pink jumpsuit just about covering her body, ridiculously high heels, and clearly wearing some kind of push up bra because her tits were threatening to explode out of her top. Oh, fuck, this was going to be so very delicious. “Amy! Oh, so nice to see you, thanks for coming, come on in, come in come in -” he gestured, and she tottered over the doorjamb, leaning in to give him a surprisingly glittery hug, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Zoe!” she exclaimed, spotting the other. Whilst the two caught up, he moved to the side of the punch bowl, careful to make sure his own glass didn’t get mixed up with the others. Carrying them over to the girls, he barely absorbed any of the conversation – letting them talk, accepting the glasses with a smile, eyes fixating as they started to drink them. He was polite enough as was needed, picking up on little bits of information – both of them were single, no kids, Amy still a party girl, Zoe working in an office… he tucked all of that away for later thoughts. And it made his plan seem so much fairer…

As time slipped by, nobody else arrived, but that was fine. Oh, yes, it was fine. The punch was having it’s effect. Both of the women had a bright flush high in their cheeks, and had been getting closer and closer. Two glasses deep, and then they were kissing, moaning softly on the couch as Jacob watched. He was flush himself, rock hard, his pants uncomfortably tight against the pressure of his cock… but he had to bide his time, just a little bit longer…

“Hey, girls,” he said, finally, unable to wait any more. “Why don’t we take this upstairs? I have a cali king…” at their blank looked, eyes a little glossy, strings of saliva between their mouths, he couldn’t help how his grin twisted. All those insults, all those nights hating himself, all the teasing… oh, yes, he was going to be so kind to them both, considering how shitty they’d made him feel. “It’s a really big bed.” he explained, realising his words might be a little too smart for their aphrodisiac blunted brains. That was all it took, though, to draw them upstairs; and it was true, his bed was huge, taking up the majority of the room. The girls fell onto it, hands groping against each other’s skin, sliding up dresses to get underneath, and of course Amy wasn’t even wearing underwear as the pantsuit was torn open… he licked his lips, desperate to get some relief, but he had to keep his eyes on the prize. After all, he didn’t want them to be pissed when they came down from that aphrodisiac high, no.

He was going to make them feel so good they’d never care again.

“Hey, Amy, do you wanna try something cool?” he said, breathlessly, reaching in for his little silver case. The vial he’d earmarked for her was in his fingertips, now, as she giggled coquettishly, looking over at him, tits hanging loose now that Zoe had undone her bra. “What is it?” she asked, blinking her eyelashes at him – she was definitely more out of it than the taller woman, who was staring at Jacob, eyes sharp enough to be cautious. Making out with another woman was one thing, but strange vials?

“It’s going to make you feel so fucking good,” Jacob said, quietly, “You know how you always wanted bigger tits?” “I was meant to get a boob job,” Amy pouted, “But I had to spend the money on a car, ugh!” it wasn’t like her tits were lacking, but he always remembered her talking about how sad it was that Daddy wasn’t letting her sink all her money into some silicon. And now …

“I can give you the real thing.” he said, holding out the vial, “Down in one. It’s a bit bitter, so just swallow it all.” “Amy…” Zoe said, slowly, “Are you really gonna drink that?” she tilted her head, smooth hair slightly messier from where Amy’s hands had been tangling in them. “What if it’s like… bad..?” she giggled, struggling with her words, starting to grind on her own hand, the aphrodisiacs and heat built up in her body making it hard to focus on what she was saying. “Trust me,” Jacob said, softly, “I’m a bioengineer. This is what I do. I make this stuff. It’s fully tested and safe. I just want you to feel good.” he smiled, sliding his hand down to his cock, now, starting to stroke himself, already drooling pre. Amy and Zoe’s eyes were drawn to it, but he didn’t care. Amy looked at the vial, then shrugged, cracking it and downing it. Almost immediately, she gasped; head dropping back as she moaned, grabbing ahold of her tits.

He hadn’t, admittedly, managed to take it to human trials yet. But it was a great source of pride – and more fuel for his rock hard erection – as she fell back, massaging her nipples as the breast flesh began to swell. She was already a C cup, plenty big, but it was fantastic – oh, yes, fuck, she was moaning like a whore as she twitched, grabbing and massaging and pressing, going from a handful to bulging over the sides, and then more. She was flushed across her face, down her chest, legs twitching wide. Taking the opportunity, just as turned on as Jacob seemed to be, Zoe dived in, starting to lick and spread Amy’s lips. She howled in pleasure, both from her tits growing and the sensation of a tongue against her clit, ballooning from C to D and then up to a G cup before they slowed, sitting heavy as she massaged the sides.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” Amy moaned, eyes shut, lost completely in it. Jacob leaned in close, now, throwing off the last of his clothes before kissing her roughly, stroking over her tender new tit-flesh with his big hands. She shuddered, utterly lost in it all. Fuck, he wanted to cum on her… pulling back, Jacob kneeled on the edge of the bed, stroking his cock a few rough motions before he arched his back, moaning as he came hard. Splattering her new tits with his seed, he caught his breath slowly, looking at her twisting form.

Zoe, her face covered in slick, peered up at him now, glazed eyes.

“Do you want yours?” he asked, a little breathless, wiggling the penultimate vial in her eyes. She hesitated, and then reached out, snatching it. “I always thought you could do better with bigger tits. A fatter ass. You’d make a good mother, wouldn’t you?” Jacob whispered, “I’d love to see you all full and knocked up…” she moaned, flushing, “Perfect breeding cow, hm, Zoe?” he asked, and then she was swallowing the vial. Amy was still squirming around behind him, but he only had eyes for Zoe, now, as the changes started with her. Tits starting to expand, swelling, rocketing up in size – tearing the black and white dress she was wearing, which hadn’t been shifted nearly as much as Amy’s clothing. She squirmed; Jacob cracked the last of the vials, swallowing it himself. It was a much more subtle drug, this one, but he had tested t his one before, knew exactly what was coming. And it was going to feel so much better, doing it inside her instead.

The ache in his lower belly and balls burned, nothing visible on the outside, but he could feel himself churning away. Oh, yes, he was going to make a mother of Zoe… reaching out, he helped remove the last bits of her torn clothing. She was squirming – not just her tits, although she was grasping at them desperately, massaging, as the rest of her wraithlike body began to thicken. Hips were widening; her butt and thighs stating to thicken up, making her into a proper busty milf. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her closer to him, spreading his fingers into the thickening flesh on her upper legs. Yes, wonderful – from slender to a perfect figure. Made for breeding. Her eyes were glazed over in the pleasure of it all.

Stroking his cock was almost unnecessary, as he was already hard again. He didn’t doubt he would be, watching this sexy show, but the drug he’d taken was getting to work. Lining up carefully, he slid inside her hot, wet folds, feeling her twitch and tense around his cock. Leaning up, torso against her twitching tits, he kissed her roughly, and Zoe kissed back just as eagerly, legs lifting up around his hips. Feeling her swelling and shifting below him, around him, was a whole new kind of bliss. Let alone the wet noises and moans as Amy fingered herself, watching the pair of them as they fucked.

He drove his cock in and out like a piston, lost in the music of Amy’s moans, the way her hips rocked up to meet him – already he was so close. He’d done this to her, changed her from the uptight, cocky bitch she had been once to a perfect milf for him – and she was so lost in it. Yes, he’d given them a great gift at this union – not only a perfect body that they’d been craving all this time, but he was going to give her everything she’d wanted… a family, after all… “Fuck, Zoe -” he moaned, “I’m so close -”

“Breed me,” she gasped, “Please, Jacob – fuck – mooooo -” she broke off into a low, and he barely even registered it, leaning in to kiss her fat tits, drawing a nipple into his mouth as he rolled back.

It took a great amount of strength, but he tugged her up, balancing her on his hips as he bounced, a few more rough juts, gravity drawing her onto his cock and then he was finally coming. He sucked extra hard against her nipple, eyes shut, face buried into her beautiful fat cow tits, as his cock throbbed, and throbbed, and throbbed. His cum kept flooding into her – he felt the weight shifting, her moans nothing more than hot, heavy cow moos, accepting her place as a perfect breeding cow, it seemed. He reached up a hand to stroke over her belly, feeling as it started to round out, packing her with his hot cum. Unexpectedly, hot creamy milk began to drool into his mouth, then spurt. Swallowing eagerly, Jacob looked up at Zoe above him – seeing the horns curling from her head, the big soft ears, and the deep brown eyes. Oh, shit. Maybe he’d put a little too much cow into the mix – she was still mostly human, of course, but – oh, fuck. No wonder she was pouring milk down his throat, lowing softly, lost in the feeling.

Exhausted, Jacob laughed softly; as Zoe slowly shifted off his cock, drooling cum from her twitching hole, she slumped back herself. Amy wasted no time leaning in, lapping the cum from her friend’s lips, draped over Jacob’s legs. Oh, fuck. They were both so beautiful… tits so big she was laying part on them, and Zoe’s little tail twitching, hand stroking over the cum packed orb of her belly… yes. This had been an excellent reunion. Jacob couldn’t wait for the next one.

[griddleharkbrainrot]

visually impaired scotty content needs to exist for real! here’s some canon scott stuff that you probably already know but makes me so happy, and then a couple little hcs of mine :3

- scott has bad eyesight anyway without the glasses and stuff — he has super bad eye strain that he never got glasses for before his powers developed in a way he was aware of and it made his migraines worse (his migraines affected his ability to see at times!)

- he is colourblind With the glasses and labels things so he knows what he’s got in front of him

- he prefers black and white movies because of the fact he can’t see colour properly!

- he loses an eye in uncanny a few years back and just…adapts to it like nothing happened which is partially bad writing but also i think he’s just over it atp LMAO

- back in the…70s…? he took a break from the team and became a radio host, he lived alone and his disguise for why he always wears sunglasses is because he’s blind and finds it such an easy lie to keep up with!

okay now quick fire here’s some hcs because I’ve said too much already!!!!

- in an ideal world he has a label maker (it was a gift) and labels all his pens and has little handwritten tags on his clothes (he usually asks jean, storm or warren to help him)

- he probably does have some sort of colour blindness but he also just struggles to recognise colours because he’s had so long of not needing to?

- i think his eyesight has progressively gotten worse and he has a lazy eye from it that he tries really hard to find training solutions to and that’s part of why he’s uncomfortable when people hold his beams with their telekinesis so they can take his glasses off — nobody else knows but him!

- he’s photosensitive as hell, he prefers working in dark spaces but that in term makes his eyestrain worse :/ cycle!

okay that’s all bye!!!! (@harvey-dent)

Thanks!! This is exactly what I was looking for!/(serious) I really hope to see more of this in comics and shows, but for now I just hope for some good fics and awesome head cannon like the ones you've shared. Personally I hc that alongside being colorblind, he has pretty bad depth perception and that it hurts to put his glasses on/take them off because of the sudden extreme change in light level (like the slight headaches you can get if a room goes pitch black then bright again)

[intothedysphoria]

When they were in drag, Billy went by Holly.

Apparently it was a reference according to Eddie Munson. A queer icon from the 80s. Steve looked Holly Johnson up one night and admitted he could see why Billy would be drawn to him.

They didn’t really care about gender. Most times Steve saw Billy, they were blending masculine and feminine clothing together seamlessly, not caring about the abuse people hurled at them on the street.

Steve wished he cared that little about how he was perceived.

It might have been two solid years of watching Kalvin Garrah before realising how disgusting those ideas were but Steve still paused at even wearing the colour pink, worried it would somehow negate his transness. All ideas of Steve’s masculinity dependent on a fucking colour.

The very definition of toxic masculinity.

Billy could probably see how insecure Steve was in his identity and that was the reason they never even glanced his way. They spent most of their time at death metal concerts or drag shows, talking to interesting people.

Steve was probably the least interesting man alive.

And of course he was hopelessly in love with Billy.

Well, maybe infatuated was a better term for it but the general gist was there.

So he hung around places that were noisy and crowded and everything Steve hated just to get a look at them. They were absolutely spectacular every time. It almost made all the stress worth it.

Robin asked him why he didn’t just talk to them. Steve responded that he’d talk to Billy when she talked to Heather.

Both of them took a moment to think about how disasterously single they were that night.

Eddie’s birthday took them to a punk bar. Steve wasn’t quite sure how he’d been invited but apparently him and Eddie actually were friends. It was nice, actually being someone’s friend, not just being in a clique.

What Eddie hadn’t mentioned was how loud it would be.

Steve made it through about three songs before he broke. It was clearly a very friendly environment but he just couldn’t cope. Instead he sat on the sidewalk outside, hands shaking slightly as he tried to calm his breathing.

The sensory overload bordering on panic attack was interrupted by the most beautiful voice Steve had ever heard.

“Hey man, you ok?”

Standing above him was Billy Hargrove, dressed in denim head to toe, small bits of glitter adorning their moustache.

Steve could feel his brain leaking out of his ears as he nodded, not sure what to say.

Most people would have walked off after that.

Billy stayed with him the entire night.

They talked to him about their cat, their baby sister, their annoying boss. Steve returned some nervous responses until he gained more confidence and found that talking to Billy was shockingly easy.

It was kind of a bummer when Steve realised he’d have to make his way back to Robin to give her a ride home but she was already arm in arm with Heather, flashing him a thumbs up and waving wildly.

Out of the many things Billy was, they were also incredibly forthright.

Because they just looked Steve dead in the eyes and asked to kiss him. Steve said yes and despite the having to jump wildly because he was so much shorter, it was incredible.

The next morning Steve found himself sitting on the floor of Billy’s apartment while they did his makeup and it was the most at peace he’d felt in a long time.

[xkwhwhwhah]

I don’t know if Crossover art requests are allowed but eh I’ll give it try.

Olive Otter scuba diving underwater while helping teaching Bucky how to swim basically a underwater style mini-game scenerio.

but also accompanied by the Bull Shark Pup aka the shark protagonist from the game Maneater as it friendly like helps keep both Olive and Bucky safe underwater but mainly Olive is quite motherly to it and pets it’s damaged scarred dorsal fin.

and secretly she would be in awe of its unique colour pattern.

Olive Otter would wear her swimsuit from what she originally wears in Shipwrecked 64 and diving flippers

and diving mask goggles on her face while a scuba oxygen tank on her back and breathing from the oxygen mouthpiece.

Cute Headcanons: The Bull Shark Pup secretly knows about Olivia Flinch’s Starling or Dweller lurking in the underwater background eerily watching and surprisingly the Bull Shark would be quite friendly to her despite her terrifying existence.

The Bull Shark Pup sneakily likes to snuggle against either Olive or Bucky’s fur while underwater and mainly nuzzles it’s snout.

or it playfully gently steals and bites Bucky’s hat and swims away while underwater or sometimes steals one of Olive’s flippers or diving mask goggles but getting into a underwater swimming playful chase

and slowly gives the things back.

The Bull Shark Pup is quite intelligent and cutely gets along with Olive a lot while she would would chaotically swim back onto land after scuba diving and carry the Bull Shark Pup in her arms and boast about saying Look at my kid! Proudly protective parental like

While Bucky tries to remind Olive it’s a shark and needs water. but thankfully it can survive outta water for long time and even survive in different conditions since it’s a Bull Shark. And Giovanni is trying to process for no funny chaotic reason how the hell did Olive and Bucky they get a shark pup to be born- cause that shouldn’t be scientifically possible… unless- Jk

sorry for wasting your time but pls take care ! Maneater x Shipwrecked 64

🤿🫧🪸🦈🩱🦦

here ya go sorry this took so long and the lil headcannons are rlly cute 😭😭

[wu-does-art]

thinking about Nico adjusting to letting himself miss and long for the people he loves. based on these bits from the sun and the star:

" As Nico and Will followed the trogs, he thought about how much he missed Hazel. He was learning to make peace with that feeling. It was okay for him to miss people because that meant he wanted them around in his life. That idea was *very* new for him- he was used to either pushing people away or watching them recoil from his presence." *

" That was the most surreal thing of all... Was he happy? Nico wasn't very familiar with the sensation, but he couldn't deny that he felt wonderful in Will's presence. He even longed for the son of Apollo when they were apart. A funny thing had happened as the two grew closer: Nico suddenly understood all those cheesy, sappy love songs he'd always hated."

[moriaarts]

Mando dads!au

or I’m convinced Cody would have been such a good dad and Cal would have been an amazing big brother that would have healed with Obi-wan in his life and then eventually called Cody buir by accident bc the twins do

[chloesimaginationthings]

I ADORE your design for Charlie. It’s so adorable!!!!!!

I’m so glad y’all loved her design!!

[staticwaffles]

I'll be there when the world stops turning I'll be there when the storm is through In the end I wanna be standing At the beginning with you

REBELCAPTAIN week | Day 4: Quotation or Lyrics -> "At the Beginning" from Anastasia (1997) (in/sp/+)

[welcometogrouchland]

I've been binging Batman Beyond recently (Terry ily so much) and thought about how- bc of the JLU twist which I think isn't even canon to the comics BB verse but shhh bare with me- he'd technically be Damian's half brother??? Which is just so ridiculously soap opera to me. I need them to interact in a silly time travel adventure so bad you don't even understand (ID in alt)

[delirisse-au]

Really stupid idea:

Narinder and Mary go on dates for the sole purpose of constantly trying to kill each other

That would go about as well as you think it would

[swordmaid]

cers 👑👑

her pose is based off this screencap of shiv succession just because i thought it fits [:

[roscoehamiltons]

"working on my masterpiece, i'll be the one to decide when it's finished" - lewis hamilton

[yuno-karei]

Say cheese! ❤

Misfits either willingly wore the onesie or lost a bet and is forced to put it on, but hey, it makes a pretty nice picture.

Also a bonus doodle related to what exactly Clara is holding:

It's her new favourite toy

[artwah]

im little bit obsessed with bridget guilty gear atm ^_^