#just my tummy

[ohheyitsjustbear]

Nothing to see here just my tummy...

Treats ♡ Tattoos

[captainmaxatx]

[midwestprincesss]

I NEED MORE ART HUMPING!! i just know he’s into it

he's always sooo needy for you like he'll just take whatever u give him.

you were lying on the bed watching some shitty reality tv show, with art next to you, his arms wrapped around you and head resting on your chest. for the past few minutes you could feel his hands pawing at your soft, plush thighs and how his breath seemed to be getting quicker- and his dick getting harder- obviously. you decided to ignore it.

until you couldn't. art started palming his dick through his boxers, letting out quiet whimpers all while one of his hands was still on your thigh.

"please, can i eat you out?" he asked, teary eyed.

you looked at him for a moment. poor baby. his face was flushed, shades of pink and red on his cheeks and nose bridge. he looked soo sad about the fact that his head wasn't between your thighs already. his dick was so painfully hard yet he was thinking about eating you out.

"no art, i'm really really tired right now. sorry honey" you softly said to him, turning your head to kiss his forehead as he closed his eyes for a brief moment.

his lip wobbled. "but please, i'm so hard it hurts-"

"i said no, art. if you wanna get off, you can get off by humping your pillow like the good boy i know you are" he visibly melted at the praise as you took the pillow from where his head was resting before and placed it on his lap, pressing down a bit, the feeling of it sending shocks throughout his body.

but he was not pleased with that. "oh c'mon, at least let me hump your thigh, pretty please?"

you smiled. he was so polite about it- but if he wanted to get off he had to listen to you. "no, art. of you ask one more time i won't even let you cum. "

he whined but nodded, getting on top of the pillow and pulled down his boxers, positioning his dick upwards, so that it was touching both the pillow and his abdomen.

he looked so adorable, thrusting into the pillow and letting his cute little moans out. usually, art is loud in bed- but when he's tired he gets more quiet, more whiny.

"fuck" he let out a shaky breath. "hold my hand, please"

and at that, your heart melted. you just wanted to hold him and kiss his cute, pink and angry tip better:(

but like you said before, you really were tired. so you held his hand as you watched him fuck himself into a pillow.

not long after, his legs started shaking and his moans got louder, he was gonna cum. but poor baby didn't wanna cum all over his pillow, so he had to ask you nicely-

"please, can i cum on your tummy?"

you couldn't not give in at that. his tone was so sweet, he seemed actually desperate for it. and he genuinely was desperate for it. it felt like if you didn't say yes, he would just die on the spot.

so you agreed. "but only if you clean up after yourself." you added, pulling up your shirt for him. and with a few final strokes, art came all over your tummy, cum already starting to run down your waist. he came so fucking much, only from you letting him hump a pillow.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

i drew this in the most unromantic way possible please understand that ethan is just their miserable wet cat they found outside in the snow

[rari0516]

Scales and Tales ⭐️

[briseise]

bdubs and his starter not cottage-core cottage. and bird roomies

[lotussart]

happy tummy hurt monday

[sentient-forest]

#cecilsweep and Welcome to Night Vale trending #1 in 2023

[loves2spwge]

they just want to be one...

commissions @jolyonvane did for me where i asked if he could please please please make stan look as desperate and exhausted as he usually does but is being kept together by all his love for his sbf kyle

[catboybiologist]

Holy shit, I get to be a hot girl?

Like dead ass?

I get to wake up every morning with this body?

Like, life is worth living or something?

God damn.

To the twin goddesses, @lilithtransrights @xenasaur

And to my devoted disciples @glowingemberz @godless-of-the-hunt @whalesharkcat

Edit/note: plz don't be weird about bulge on this post or any post of mine. I don't have many limits but that's one of them. It's been a barrier to showing off particular fits, like these boy shorts, but I still wanted to show them off a little. This was just in the tags before and I know there's already RBs without this, so if it happens it's my B- if it happens, it happens, and it's NBD, just a preference. Thanks!

[makethiscanon]

Artists who draw Laios with his canonically soft belly and muscles deserve all the best things.

[lapinelantern]

They moved in together in 1990

[gammija]

Horseys! inspired by this banger of a post by @pinkravat-art

[iite-cool]

thinking about simon being like a cat. a mean ol' one all teeth and claws, scratching and hissing when you stretch a hand out to him. biting you because that's all he knows how to do - it's all he's ever done - and it's kept him alive.

that's what his whole life's been about - staying alive. surviving. maiming anything he sees before it can get to him first. so he doesn't know how to react when you don't bare your teeth at him but just smile and make him tea. he reacts like a stray cat does when it's offered warmth - he's confused. and his confusion gives way to anger and again he spits fire because what else is he to do? accept your kindness? bah! it's a hoax, he knows that. you'll tire of him and claw at his neck sooner or later so he'd rather not let you close enough to do so.

and when you don't give up, and you keep smiling that gorgeous, dazzling smile at him, he doesn't know what to do. no one's ever done this before - been all soft and sweet and only wanting to be allowed to scratch at his ears in reward. why were you doing this? why didn't you run away when you saw how he snarled at you? why do you look at him with those big, beautiful eyes like he's the only person in the world?

at a complete loss, he lets you pet him and oh that smile he'd let you tear his heart out if you would just keep smiling at him. "hey, simon!" god, he wants to drown in the sound of your lips wrapping around his name. you come close to him and his brain stops working, eyes wide and lost when you wrap your arms around him and pull him to you. warmth. is this what it feels like? he wants to live forever in the crux of your arms, creating a life for himself between them.

he couldn't stop purring if he tried, if he were a cat he'd spend the rest of his time on this earth, the earth that tried to bury and kill him and is now making amends by sending him you, running between your legs and swishing his tail around you. simon riley who's always had his head on a swivel, who's not gotten a full night's sleep in a decade lest he miss the chance to look his reaper in the eyes, now sleeps with his head on your lap, belly up and purring.

masterlist

please comment/reblog!! i have so many thoughts about this man that need to be talked about

[inkskinned]

it just sucks because nothing is ever fucking made for you, and if it is made for you like 75% of the time it gets chopped into little pieces by every person alive because this is the one thing you have, so it has to prove itself to you.

like, a thing can't just be for women. men need to assign it to women. women have to experience "must" or "should" before their hobbies and passions - women are allowed to do silly, passive things like tuck our ankles and titter behind a fan, or something. women are allowed to, they are welcomed to. like the world is a house and we are supposed to be in the kitchen and now we are being given the divine right to enter the living room if we bring chips

because when it becomes for you, or about you, that is when the thing is vile. you should/must wear makeup so you can appear beautiful to men. once you wear makeup for yourself, or because you yourself enjoy putting it on, then you are no longer doing the right thing. there is a reason men hate certain fashion trends. there is a reason men hate things like the pumpkin spice latte - because it's not about them. you are buying it because it is good for you. they degrade your passions and interests. there is a reason women-led fields are largely seen as being "not a real" profession. when you are a good cook, that is because you can provide for him. close your eyes. you're not going to be a chef, be honest. that is a man making food for himself.

bras are made so breasts will be appealing to men. they are rarely about comfort or support. you have given up entirely on the idea of pockets. young girls have to worry about a shorter inseam on their shorts. a girl on instagram gets her septum pierced, and men in the comments are rabid about it - i just want to rip it out of her face. she'd be beautiful without it.

and fucking everything is for them. even the media that is "for you" is for them, eventually. remember "my little pony"? remember how hard it is to convince any executive to believe that little girls are worth selling to? in the media that is for you, you see little ways that you still need to make it accessible for them - the man is always powerful, smart, masculine. he is a man's man. the media usually forgives him. it usually says okay, some men are awful, but hey! gotta love 'em. because if you don't hold their hands and say "this is literally just a story about my lived reality", they shit their pants about it. they demand you put them into the media that's for you.

these are people who are so used to glutting themselves on the world. they are used to having every corner and every dollar and every place of leadership. so you say can i please have one slice of cake, just for myself, please, holy shit. and they fucking weep about it. they say you're being unfair, because some of their one-thousand-slices aren't beautiful, and your singular cake slice doesn't have their name on it. and aren't you being rude by not offering to share?

and honestly. fucking - yeah, man. you were kind of surprised, because the cake is a little basic (you bake at home, you're way past this stuff). but holy shit, it was nice just to be offered cake in the first place. you're used to having to starve. you're used to getting nothing, but going to the party anyway, because you're expected (professionally) to show up. you liked that it is a simple cake, and that it is warm, and mostly: you like that there is, for once, a cake-for-you.

in the real world, outside of metaphor, it feels like fucking being slapped. barbie didn't even say anything particularly unusual; it literally just made factually evident points. there are less women in leadership than men. we can look at that fact objectively. that is a real thing that is happening. and the movie is aware that it has to defend itself! that it has to spend like half an hour just turning to the camera and saying: i know this is hard for you to understand, but this is a real thing that women experience.

it's just - this is that one kid on the playground who thinks its allowed to hog all the toys. he builds this hoard that nobody else is allowed to even look at, or he'll get aggressive. everyone's a little scared of him, so they let it slide, because his daddy gave him the golden touch. he hates when people cry and thinks bullying is cool. he writes boys only! on a big sign and makes all his friends take "alpha male" classes.

and then girls pick up barbies, because there was nothing left for them. and in the void they've been given, with their scraps: they make long, spiraling narratives about how barbie is actually descended from snakes and has given her righteous followers magical (if concerning) powers and can speak 32 languages (2 of which are animal related) and has big plans for infrastructure (beginning with the local interstate). and the boy comes over, and he has a huge fit about how the girls aren't "including" him. he wants to know why the girls aren't making the story about ken.

"we didn't like your story." the girls blink at him. they point to his war stories and the gi joes and the millions of male-led narratives and how still in the modern day men get two-thirds of the speaking roles in movies and they point to men making mediocre shows that don't get lambasted and they point to men encouraging toxic masculinity and they point to men everywhere, men and men and men. and they say: "how is this our fault? you had ken."

"no!" he is already back to screaming and stomping his feet and tearing at his hair and intentionally reminding them that men are holding back thinly concealed violence and he says: "if it's not for me, it's actually sexism."