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Anon requested: Omg I love your art could we see a chubby Le.on???

Chubby Ku.wata time! He’s such a blast to draw.

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I love love love to hear about feedism as an ED recovery for some people.

Feedees who are either just a little or quite a lot plumper as a result of embracing the beauty of their bodies? Spectacular. Amazing. Kind.

Then there are those who are feeders and realise, yeah, maybe it's OK that if their weight fluctuates gently up and down, up and down, because that's perfectly natural and normal. Because their partner will — absolutely, genuinely, whole-heartedly — be attracted to them regardless.

Feedism is just a kink, I know. But I do like the way it makes food into what it should be – something to be simply enjoyed. I like the way it takes us away from the disordered, almost fearful eating of modern society and puts us back firmly into a natural past, where fat was simply a measure of prosperity and a marker of sensuality.

Anyway. You're doing amazing, sweetie.

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Happy (belated) birthday to one of the most redeemable d*cks I’ve ever seen in a video game

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pls feedism is so domestic to me, like yea as a kink but also just casual caring for your partner, being cared for, gentle intimate touches along your full tummy, over plump thighs, soft arms, groping at your middle and wherever they can get their hands on, babbling about how amazing you are, how cute you are, how good youre being, asking if each new move is okay, spoiling you with with gentle kindness and love

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4 dog.kotos and dressing up

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I don’t remember i actually posted this but this was drawn awhile ago but i still really like it :)

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Button Up Shirts and Hijinks Ensue

Hi y’all! I actually wrote a thing, yaaay!!!

CW: This one is h o r n y. Nothing sexual happens or is described, and there’s not anything involving genitals or anything like that. However, this very much is a sexually charged fic. The tone edges on erotic. Also stuffing aftermath and discussions of weight gain, but it’s all positive in nature.

Synopsis: M.akoto tries on some old clothes and finds himself really, really into his new weight gain and really not into buttons.

Enjoy~ 

M.akoto thought that nothing would interrupt his beeline to the bed. He knew that if he sat back down after grabbing dessert, he wouldn’t be able to get back up again, so he just camped out in the kitchen for the tail end of his incredibly self-indulgent binge. It was great; it meant easier access to even more food without having to get up and make a big trip out of it every time, but just standing around for that long resulted in what he swears is the worst belly ache he’s ever had. The strain put way too much pressure on his already sore stomach, just adding to the agonizing tightness and cramping. 

He’s in pain, he’s tired, and he’s unbearably horny; laying down is pretty much a catch-all first step to relieving all those problems. And it definitely was the action plan, that is, until he caught a glance at himself in the bedroom mirror. Now, he’s standing there a bit dumbfounded, one hand still cradling the underside of his swollen gut for some modicum of relief, the other lightly resting on top with fascination. 

His eyes are wide as he takes in the sight. Yeah, this was exactly what he intended when he wore this shirt, but… well geez, he didn’t think it would be this dramatic. 

When he got home and decided this was how he’d spend the evening, he thought he’d try something kind of fun and pull out his old button-up shirt from his very first Foundation uniform- one that he never quite returned after his sudden, storming-out resignation. It’s a good memory even to this day; it was the first tangible step he made to doing what he wanted with his life. To carving his own hope for himself and shaping with his own two hands what form it would take. He was a different person back then. 

…A much smaller person, too. 

Letting go of a tense, pained breath, he feels the fabric straining tighter around him, the sensation making his face grow even hotter. Honestly, the shirt is probably part of what’s making him so uncomfortable. But that’s sort of the point, isn’t it? The sensation is driving him absolutely crazy, and seeing the effect is something else. Puckering gaps make up the spaces between each button, all of them just barely hanging on for dear life as each one forces a tight ring around his soft, swollen tummy. It’s always been sort of difficult for him to fully comprehend his progress; unlike B.yakuya, he isn’t exactly a numbers kind of guy. He really didn’t think he’d gained all that much, yet here he is, practically busting out of a shirt that fit him quite modestly a few years ago. 

It’s… really, really hot. He feels really, really hot. He’d even go as far as to say handsome. He’s so much bigger than he thought; the sight of his unexpectedly plump thighs and protruding belly in the mirror makes him shiver. Even the way his soft arms just barely squeeze into his sleeves is attractive. He’s sure if he moved just right, he might even split a seam. (And honestly, ripping this stupid shirt to shreds does have its appeal.) 

Ah… but, he did come in here for a reason, as he’s reminded by another harsh pang from his overstuffed gut. With a sympathetic rub and a small grunt, he plops down on the edge of the bed, and-

*ping!*

M.akoto’s eyes shoot up at the mirror. His belly surges forward against it’s more spacious confines with a little jiggle. There’s the clattering of hard plastic on wood, and suddenly, the swell of his stomach now occupies the space where there used to be a button. 

He can’t even begin to stifle his moan, followed by a quiet, “Oh, fuck…” 

That’s… wow. 

M.akoto just gawks for a moment, taking in the sight with increasing arousal. That was like something out of a porno. Yeah, sure, it happens in reality all the time, but not to him. He honestly didn’t think he was anywhere near putting on that kind of weight. Or… gosh, did he really stuff himself that much? That’s a possibility, too. Either one is…

Holy crap. 

Tentatively, he breaks his frozen standstill to rest a hand on the newly exposed flesh. It’s soft and supple to the touch- a layer of pillowy chub still pliable despite how tightly-packed his gut is underneath. Damn, he really did get fat, huh? 

The next button down is on its last leg, too, but unfortunately, it doesn’t seem intent on giving. After all, the Foundation’s uniforms were designed for field combat, not just formality; if they were totally flimsy, they wouldn’t really serve their purpose. 

…damn it. The more he thinks about it, the more he wants to absolutely demolish this stupid thing. 

With a shaky sigh, M.akoto shifts a little in an attempt to get comfortable. Just the thought of moving too much makes him wince, but he’s not exactly relaxed where he’s at. And as much as he doesn’t want to, the shirt should probably come off. 

His fingers tremble a bit as he tries for that one oddly determined button, straining to get any leverage with just how tight it’s pulled. It’s gonna feel sooo much better once he unhooks it, he just… fuck. 

With a groan of frustration, M.akoto flops backwards onto the bed, letting go of the tense breath he’d been holding with a frankly sad attempt to “suck it in.” 

…Y’know, if he could manage to pop this one, too, then he wouldn’t need to keep trying like this.

He has always been a bit too optimistic for his own good.

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Thanks for reading! Have a great day <3

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Ok get this: To,gami and Kiri,giri coming home exhausted and stressed out. To distressed they cuddle up to a chunky Nae,gi, and lowkey fight over him because they want the softest part of him and they don't know how to share just yet. Nae,gi is just there like awe they're so cute

Omg yes yes yes yes this!! ESPECIALLY at the beginning of their relationship; sleeping positions are a whole new ball game for them. It's all relatively peaceful, but I could totally see K.yoko and B.yakuya just having an inconvenient in sync off day, and suddenly there's just a little mini fight over their favorite cuddle bug and it's a mess. Also I feel like with the whole headmaster thing, M.akoto tends to get up and go to bed earlier than his partners, so he's probably half if not fully asleep at this point. So any jostling or playfully aggressive tousling back and forth just ever so vaguely resisters in the back of his very sleepy mind as "Awww..." and that's about it.

Gah, but it's cute if he's more awake, too ;3; Because honestly I think he'd see them fighting over something so silly and vulnerable as a sign that they're starting to get along, and it'd make him really really happy and warm inside. Also he likes all the attention XD Makes him feel all good and cared for and stuff

Course, if M.akoto is big enough to share, then that also eliminates the problem 👉👈

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Welcome back to me thinking about Ma.koto but this time specifically about his relationship with food in THH Like ok this guy does not have alot of things going for him at this moment, a majority of his friends? Dead. The ones he got right now, uh not so great relationships are currently being made in this school and the person he trusted the most ends vanishing into thin air leaving him alone most of the time. Like they are the same friends who used him as bomb squad maybe once or twice?  And basically, let them push him around so you know what? His friends aren’t that great but you know what quickly becomes his friend that won’t really turn its back on him?

FOOD!!  He quickly goes to the comfort of food! Albeit it is supplied by Monokuma so might be abit worrying to consume at times, but so far it hasn’t killed him so he’s good! A heavy plate of curry would remind him a nice meal sitting around with his family, eating a whole big bag of chips is like watching a movie marathon with friends, Ramen gives him a warmer happy feeling inside and him sitting his favorite ramen shop enjoying the atmosphere. Eating these things made him feel as though he wasn’t in KG, like he didn’t watch his friends die or anything it made him feel as though the world was ok and everything was alright…

Yeah, so that was a temporary feeling and now the world its back to normal. But he wants that feeling again so what is he going to do? Eat! Eat without a care in the world, sure his waistline is taking a major hit with all this excess and nonstop eating. But it’s something that brings him comfort and happiness (even if its temporary, yes, he’s more gun ho than others but even his optimism needs a recharge.). Right now it’s one of the things that are keeping him grounded though out this game, so what if clothes stop fitting and shit, he’s ok he’s alive and that’s what matters.

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Me: Oh yeah tie to finish up that chia.ki request :]

*Proceeds to distract myself by drawing catboy ma.koto* 

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Sit down oh my goood

Happy new year yall!! Pretend it’s still the first or second day of the year!! I have this lil fic aegami for you all and yes, it’s a mpreg fic lmao. 

 [summary: Byakuya yelling (affectionally) at a preggers makoto to sit the fuck down and relax <33

A03 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36554125

(^He’s only a few weeks pregnant in that he’s farther along in the story)

Please note that I have a headcanon in here where Makoto uses a cane, not because of his pregnancy but because of some event after DR3’s future arc where he sustained another near-fatal leg injury (Though that bullet to the leg did contribute to this)

Without further ado enjoy luvs!

Keep reading

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Makoto naegi Mpreg?

here ya go!

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Anon Requested: please draw bya.kuya taking care of ma.koto’s tummy ache !

I love these two... I cannot resist them...

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Fееdism-related tags under the new Tumblr update

This is a list of tags that iOS users can no longer search for neither see on their dashboards if using the Tumblr app. Most of these are still visible if you use a mobile browser, Tumblr on desktop or the Android app. I’ll also add tags that haven’t been affected by this change.

Some of these tags can be looked up, but the content in them has been blanked. You still get suggestions of blogs that post using these tags, though. These tags have been italicized.

Some of these tags, however, have been blanked entirely and you can’t search them up on Tumblr period, even if you’re not using the iOS Tumblr app. These tags have been bolded.

Expect updates to this list as I find out more stuff!

Banned or unsearchable tags:

Belly

Belly kink

Stuffed belly

Full belly

Gainer

Gaining

BBW

SSBBW

Feedism

Stuffing

Stuffing kink

Weight gain

Weight gain kink

WG Kink

Food baby

Bloated belly

Belly bloat

Fat belly

Fat tummy

Fat girl

Fat woman

Chubby belly

Chubby tummy

Fat fetish

Weight gain fetish

Belly fetish

Tummy kink

Intact tags:

Feedist

Feederism

BHM

SSBHM

Fat boy

Fat man

Reminder that basically every tag that’s been banned OR blanked entirely can be bypassed and searched for if you add anything to them before or after a space, between quotes or with a period on the end. For example, you can still search for “feedism” if you write it as feedism., ‘feedism’, x feedism, (x being any combination of letters or characters. For example // feedism and cw feedism are searchable) and feedism x (x being any combination of letters or characters. For example feedism // and feedism cw are searchable).

Feel free to send me an ask containing more terms you find if you would like them to be added to this list!

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Not sure if this would ever be seen but Preg Makoto in a reindeer outfit. I think it would be cute but you can delete this.

Anon you shall be seen, I am looking right at your request. I hope a onesie counts as a reindeer outfit! (and sorry it’s a bit late!)

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Can’t stop thinking about M.akoto in the context of weight gain and recovery. Like it’s definitely been talked about and written about by a ton of people but like- Okay so it’s threefold

(But uhhhh spoilers for the first two games I suppose :’D)

TW for brief mention of dysphoria!

There’s the idea of relaxation, healing, and indulgence following tragedy and struggle. Particularly after being rescued- the idea that food was scarce in the outside world following the killing game then actually having stable resources afterwards. Also just M.akoto embracing the idea that he’s allowed to enjoy himself and do things for himself overall. 

But then there’s other stuff, too. I headcanon him as trans and specifically staring T some time after DR.3; one side effect of which can be weight gain. So he has a pretty positive association with it overall because it’s another change associated with his transition. Also, gaining weight helps with his chest dysphoria a lil, too because proportions and stuff. ALso also I feel like it’s something he’s wanted for a while just in general lol- No fancy reason for this I just think he wants to be soft :’D. Just like listen improved body confidence overall good pure shit

But THEN there’s also just changes associated with adulthood. M.akoto had speedy boi metabolism growing up, but naturally, it slows down a bit when he hits his 20′s. It’s bittersweet; there is a part of him that doesn’t like the idea of growing up because the end of his childhood/teenage years was so weird and downright traumatic. He kind of feels like he missed out (especially since two whole years got cut and pasted out of the blue). But at the same time, maturing is good. He’s proud that he got through everything he did and the way it shaped him, and he’s excited to actually reclaim his life as an adult. There’s an association of autonomy and stuff. 

Long story short I give way too much of a shit about fluffy/positive M.akoto wg headcanons/stories for like 90 million reasons which I have overthought to hell and back because I care about him way too much and jehufijowdjfiewdofen idk I just headcanon him being really happy and even excited about it and looking forward to it as a positive change

(oH my gosh that gave me another cute idea but hdjqi\whiqdj imma try to maintain some self control and wait because I might actually write it as a drabble oops-)

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could you write some more n.aegami stuff?? they’re so cutteee <3 maybe a christmas story sense christmas is coming up?

It's uhhhh- still Christmas? Yeah? Definitely?

All jokes aside, sorry this took me so long to get to! It honestly took me a long while to come up with an idea for it, and once I did, stuff kept coming up preventing me from working on it. But I did eventually push through!

Thank you so much anon for the suggestion! I had a great time writing it; N.aegami is such a comfort for me, and this made me super happy. Definitely self indulgent but I think that's exactly what I needed XD.

CW: stuffing aftermath with a little bit of burping and tummy noises. Also B.yakuya being a little mean but not in regards to anything stuffing related, just normal T.ogami sass :'D.

M.akoto and B.yakuya wind down together after their Christmas party. Fluff!

It didn’t take long for everything to settle down. There was laughter and music, then much calmer conversation and dwindling energy as the night ran on. Eventually, they all said their goodbyes- hugs and well wishes on the way out, all eagerly looking forward to the next time they could visit each other again, especially since they’d all been so close to losing each other before. Class 78 (plus K.omaru) is just about the oddest group of individuals you’ll ever find, but damn it if they didn’t make a family out of that chaos. Their little gatherings and struggles to grasp a hold of “normal” despite the state of the world around them are treasured, even if their colorful personalities clash at times.

When everyone leaves, the silence isn’t chilling. In fact, after all the festivities, it’s a bit welcome. Hosting is hard; M.akoto is grateful for the opportunity just to get off his feet and relax, still enveloped in the warm afterglow of the evening.

He gives a heavy, satisfied sigh as he sets his plate aside, already having dug into the leftovers from dinner as a midnight snack. He’s more than deserved it after everything today, and cleaning up after everyone really worked up his appetite. Granted, there’s a chance he may have overdid it… again.

M.akoto shifts a bit to lean back against the couch, unzipping his jeans to make just a bit more room as he stifles a burp. A quiet moan escapes him at the sudden relief, and he gives his stomach a light pat with a bit of fascination. Gosh, he’s sore… But it feels good, too. Being able to just relax all full and warm like this is strangely soothing.

When B.yakuya finally returns, now wearing pajamas, his gaze pretty quickly falls to his partner’s protruding stomach. “Seems you’ve found yourself in quite the predicament,” he remarks offhandedly. His eyebrow raises in a mix of amusement and intrigue as he takes a more careful look, now seated next to M.akoto on the couch. “How much did you even eat?”

“Just a little bit.” He smiles sheepishly; they both know it’s a lie. “Hey, you can’t tease me; I was hungry…!”

“Fine, I won’t.” It’s rare to see B.yakuya smile so gently. Even to M.akoto, it’s a bit of a pleasant surprise. “I’m glad you were able to enjoy it. Good job.” He leans forward to plant the lightest kiss on M.akoto’s forehead, one arm left wrapping around his shoulders along the edge of the couch when he’s done.

He’s handling M.akoto as carefully as possible- like he’ll shatter if he’s too forward, yet M.akoto still unravels completely at the gestures. He feels even fuzzier than before. “Hey, you had quite a bit yourself earlier.” M.akoto gently prods his partner in the stomach in a last-ditch effort at retaliation. He can’t be the only one getting all flustered.

Unfortunately for him, B.yakuya takes it in stride, and M.akoto ends up right back at square one on the teasing game. “Of course I did. You did well making all of it; I enjoy good food. But you and I both know it’s unreasonable to compare.” A prod given right back in return does a lot more damage to M.akoto than it did to B.yakuya, and the former gives a pained wince at the attack.

After all, the deflection is just that: a deflection. B.yakuya doesn’t hold a candle to M.akoto, who’s stuffed, swollen tummy is fighting to poke out the bottom of the chunky sweater that fit him just fine earlier. Honestly, he’s almost shocked. Part of him didn’t expect to end up this bloated; just looking at the aftermath is kinda trippy. “Yeah, fine. You win.”

“Naturally.”

For a split second, M.akoto considers shoving him, but the phantom pain of that poke still haunts him. He genuinely doesn’t think he’d survive another counterattack; just the thought is enough to make him groan. “Ughh… I‘m so full… I seriously don’t think I could eat another bite.” His voice slips into a messy slur as the sleepiness starts to set in. Gosh, he didn’t realize just how tired he was until he finally got the chance to sit down. He feels like he’s been moving non-stop since he woke up this morning; getting everything ready was a lot of work.

B.yakuya’s light-hearted chuckle sends M.akoto’s heart fluttering all over again. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Hmm…” Before he knows it, M.akoto finds himself slouched against his fiancé. Winter nights are cold; B.yakuya’s chest is warm. “You’re gonna hold me and give me kisses and a belly rub…”

“What? You knew exactly what you were getting into; you can’t seriously expect me to bail you out.” He says that, but… why is he holding him already, then? M.akoto knows him too well at this point; he can turn that arrogant exterior to mush in seconds.

After all, a little pout can go a long way at times like these. “You mean you’re not gonna take care of me at all?” It’s really hard to care about hiding his neediness when he’s this exhausted. Whining a bit never hurt anyone, right?

B.yakuya huffs. “Fine… I suppose I could. But only a little.” He sounds so begrudging. He realizes he’s allowed to want it too, right? “Come here.”

Well, an invite is an invite; M.akoto’s sure not going to complain. He nuzzles closer almost immediately, shifting around until he finds just the right position to get snuggled. “Is this okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh please, don’t flatter yourself; you’re not that heavy. Just get comfortable.”

With a soft smile, he does just that. It all makes him feel a little giddy: he can feel B.yakuya’s chest rise and fall beneath him, and sharing their warmth is a welcome reprieve from the cold. That, and he just feels pleasantly weighed down. There’s a certain fascination in noting just how big he looks; it has him more than a little flustered. But… he’s proud of himself, too. He really did manage to eat a lot- way more than he usually does, and that’s worth a pat on the back, at least.

“May I touch you, love?” There it is again- that tenderness. That hesitation or caution. He’s trying so hard not to hurt him. And… M.akoto really does appreciate it. It means a lot to have a safe space so carefully preserved when so much of life in today’s age is so stressful.

“Mhm...” M.akoto gives a little nod, already struggling to keep his eyes open. This is-

“Ah! Cold!”

“Hush.” B.yakuya’s hands don’t leave completely, but he does make a point to avoid M.akoto’s bare skin, at least for now. Instead, he focuses on the area of his stomach still covered by his sweater, letting his hands drift over the taut surface with dedicated assessment. He tries applying just a bit of pressure- light at first, but M.akoto’s quiet hum of contentment encourages him to go further.

“That feels really nice… Thank you…” He sighs softly, slowly but surely untensing as his partner rubs firm, methodical circles into his belly. He wasn’t in a ton of pain or anything to begin with, but having someone help soothe the little aches like this is amazing.

“Mm, I’m glad to hear it,” B.yakuya mumbles in return. He seems completely engrossed in the task at hand- a little too distant for a smooth conversation. He’s not sure whether to be more flattered or embarrassed. It’s funny- or maybe even a little cute- seeing his typically stoic partner focused on something so domestic. He can try passing it off as just another task all he wants, but the notes of tenderness seeping into his voice betray him: he likes taking care of M.akoto just as much as M.akoto likes being taken care of.

They don’t talk for a while after that- just enjoying each other's company. B.yakuya is quiet, but every once and a while, M.akoto feels a little puff of warm air against the back of his neck- evidence of somewhat of a smile. Then there’s M.akoto. His breath is still coming in shallow pants because of the pressure, and the noise from his tummy is the only sound in the otherwise silent room. It’s starting to make him a bit self-conscious… So, he tries to regulate his breathing a bit better- taking a deep breath despite the difficulty.

In retrospect, it definitely wasn’t the right move. All it does is force a thick belch past his slightly parted lips (the belly rub definitely didn’t help). It’s an immediate relief, significantly lessening his increasing discomfort, and he can’t stop the soft moan that follows it. Still, he feels his face burning after the fact. That… definitely wasn’t the game plan.

“E-excuse me…” he fumbles, one hand clasped tight over his mouth.

B.yakuya just laughs it off, a chuckle sneaking into his tone as he soothes, “Shh… Relax.” He reaches to comb his fingers through M.akoto’s hair in slow, repetitive strokes; it makes his scalp all tingly. “I thought I told you to get comfortable; that helped, didn’t it?”

Oh geez. “Y-yeah, it did...” He does feel way better than he did a few moments ago. Honestly he wouldn’t be half as freaked out if they weren’t so close in proximity. But... if B.yakuya doesn’t care, then he’ll try really hard not to care either. This is a nice moment; relaxing doesn’t sound too bad at all. He has the pleasure and the privilege of feeling completely safe, even if it’s just for a little bit, and it’s only fair that he tries to enjoy that while he can. Especially if B.yakuya is enjoying himself too.

“Thank you for taking care of me…” M.akoto mumbles. Between all the petting, rubbing, and overall pampering, he’s starting to feel ridiculously sleepy. “And for everything else today; it was really nice.”

“Of course.” He presses a kiss to the back of his head, and M.akoto nuzzles against him. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“It’s…” He yawns, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. B.yakuya thinks he sounds like a kitten. “It’s important that we all keep seeing each other, y’know? S’nice…”

Sure enough, it’s only a matter of time before M.akoto can’t keep his eyes open. The stubborn flutter of his eyelashes stops as his drowsiness takes over, and before long, he goes completely limp in B.yakuya’s arms. Perfectly still, except for his slow, steady breathing.

B.yakuya ponders for a while whether to wake him. He’s still in his regular clothes from the day, and he probably should get to bed. He also drools in his sleep, and admittedly, the idea of being on the receiving end isn’t too appealing. However...

Well, he deserves to rest while he can, yes? No harm in staying like this for a little.

…only a little.

And only a little was all it took for B.yakuya to drift off, too.

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

Happy Holidays everyone! Please take good care of yourselves!