#the perfect cushion

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[pharawee]

I'm still maintaining my theory that there's no twins, and that Nant and Nont are the same person - even if it's just a fun thought experiment.

There's no body (well, there might be a body due to the after credit scene for today's ep but even that could just be a red herring).

Nant isn't exactly the most stable person. Neither is Nont.

Nant owed lot of money to the wrong people. He'd have everything to gain from disappearing.

That s*icide video is exactly the kind of thing a film student would pull.

What better way to disappear than to make everyone believe you're an entirely different person: Nont.

????????

Profit.

[the-blue-tempest]

hello, just got suggested this blog and I'm quite happy to discover it. good thing I'm full big gay else your big chested men would severely threaten my sexuality.

What do you mean I'm not threatening you to be more gay :( guess I need to step up my chest game

(This is such an honor, thanks for your kind words!!)

[dayurno]

in-universe answering to people commenting on kevin day gaining weight like "um that's actually where his uterus is"

[marklikely]

unfortunately had to say goodbye to my beloved childhood dog this week sorry to all other dogs but you will never be as perfect as charlie

[judasisgayriot]

getting this for denethor’s stupid little steward throne in gondor

[hereissomething]

jigsaw napping on his fridge bf's tumbie. send post

[indigayghost]

If you're up for requests can you draw Colin or Laszlo with a mobility aid?

Always up for requests

I know Laszlo has a thousand of those fancy canes and he spends a lot of time matching them with his outfit

[nyaacatboy]

i have to say that my one pet peeve about my university is that several times i've found a Comfy Spot To Chill only for it to be replaced by like tables and desks a few months later...let me Lounge for goodness sake

[jakebark]

Trick or treat! - @dwight-furfield

Treat!

The deep crimson cushion is firm but very comfortable, and the perfect size to stand in as a little cat’s bed! It’ll fit right in at the campfire for Furfield to stay comfy on, where the rightful Yamaoka owners won’t find it. Not that Jake was sneaky about stealing it—on purpose, of course.

[eddis-not-eeddis]

I need to play a game of ultimate tag, and then I will be normal again.

[pen1ag0n]

this blog is a safe space for people with large hands and small wrists (me)

[zipcushions0]

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[nomairuins]

especially compared to my bed WHICH I DONT MIND SHES LIKE AN ALLY TO ME SHES A TOOL SHES USEFUL. but shes also a pull out bed and she doesnt psrticularly like being a bed

[moechies]

toji’s little pregnant wife who’s only pregnancy craving is his thick, bitter cum </3

“but.. i want it..” you pester toji, tugging on his arm. you groan at the way your big, soft belly gets in the way of completely smothering the man, but it doesn’t stop you.

“no,” he grunts back, shaking his hands off as he places back the last dish from your two’s meal prior. “i can’t have y’hurtin’ yourself. i’ll never forgive myself if ya do.”

“i-it’s a craving, toji,” you joke, but truthfully you know you’re serious. looking up at him with watery eyes, you’re undeniably desperate, your plush thighs growing achy and soft cunny growing hot at the thought. “please toji, wan’ y’r cum.” you purr.

he scowls, cursing at the hard bulge that undeniably presses against the countertop. he tried his very best to deny your little pleads , that’s enough right ? if his pregnant wife really insists, wouldn’t it be right to accept so ? he wonders.

“t-toji,” you moan, like a bunny in heat.

“fuck me, princess.”

“i-i wil—“

before you’re able to finish your sentence, he’s hoists you into his arms with no trouble, making his way towards the soft couch displayed in your home’s living room. you giggle uncontrollably when he nuzzles himself against your neck, blowing soft raspberries against your skin, which has grown sensitive throughout the term of your pregnancy.

“ill jus’ finger you, how about it ? i don’t want ya on yer knees , mama.”

“no.. n-not enough.” you mumble into his chest, tugging against his ribbed tank top. “wan’ your cock. in my mouth, your cum—“

he finds it hilarious, you’re so adorable. he thinks the celibacy for the sake of your two’s baby may have have been the cause of all this attention, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“insatiable little dolly, aren’t you ?”

“mhm, i missed you s’much.”

“‘m right here mama.” he lays you against the soft cushion, pressing a kiss against the back of your hand.

“y’sure ya wanna do this ? y’don’t have to.” as if you were doing it for his sake. your legs ache and shiver with anticipation, already able to feel your mouth salivating at the thought. “want to, i want to !”

“shh, don’t get so worked up, now.” he chuckles, “stress is bad for the baby.” he drops the softest plushie on the ground, and leading your supple body against his lower half. you sit obediently between his legs, sore cunt throbbing erratically at the anticipation.

“take him out, dolly.” he smirks, watching you tug down his thin sweats, huffing at the stiff bulge that presses against his cotton boxers. you fumble your little fingers against his cock, nervous at how he seems to be watching you so intently, watching your each and every move, finding any reason to stop.

your breath is hot against his budge, slithering your hand against his boxer clad cock before pulling the fabric below his plump balls. he groans at the juxtaposition of your soft fingers against his meaty dick; oh how much he missed the mere sight of such.

“‘m gonna cum just like this mama.” he jokes alongside panty groans, twitching when you press your plush lips against his tip without hesitation. you envelop your warmth around his swelling cock head, pink tongue lolling out and dragging through his hefty slit.

you moan at the taste of his salty musk coating your eager tongue, hands fondling at his pudgy balls as you ease yourself further closing in on his base.

“just like that, just like that mama. yer doin’ p-perfect.” he sighs, petting your hair gently. his fingers stroke through your soft locks, curling a finger around the stray pieces that’s fallen in front of your face, and tucking them behind your ear.

“gorgeous lady, my pretty wife, hm?” he watches you fuck your own cheek with his cock, drooling unexpectedly at the overwhelming girth. “juuust like that.”

“pwah—!”

“what’s wrong , dolly ?” he mumbles with a tint of worry. he runs a thumb across your swollen bottom lip, pressing his sticky thumb back into your mouth as you eagerly suck. “‘s-s too g-gud,” you mumble. “wan’ more.”

“s all yours, darling. take yer time.”

your hot breath causes toji to twitch, shoving his cock mindlessly back into your mouth. you press your throat onto the blunt tip, hot tongue swirling around the un-cut tip.

with a few more pumps of your hot mouth assaulting his sensitive tip, he spurts a heavy load into the warmth of your mouth with soft groans, hand leading yours to jerk at the rest of his cock. “fuck, damn.” he groans breathlessly, barely visible beads of sweat crowning at his forehead.

you swirl your nut-covered tongue against his dick, making a mess. it drools down his cock, dirtying his now-soft sack, coating your plush lips in a soft creme white. toji tugs on the cushion tightly, allowing you to have your fun although he’s well beyond overstimulation and close to passing out. not from the simulation itself, but the way you look so innocent below him, yet you’re really so nasty.

definitely his wife.

“that’s it.” he watches you slowly swallow his cum, throat bulging gently every time you take a gulp; just the prettiest sight. although your mouth emptied, lips licked clean, you continue licking at his dirtied shaft, taking everything you can get.

he scruffles your hair, a light tug at your head to pull your suckling lips away from his sensitive cock. he leans down, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips and pressing your head to close in on him. he sucks on your flavorful tongue, tasting himself. “damn, doll. really haven’t lost yer touch, huh? no wonder we’re perfect f’eachother.”

[thestudiobyikmalawfar]