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a full belly is just something that is so comforting and euphoric. like anytime i eat my fill and lean back and just rest my hands on my stomach, i feel so blissed out. i feel nourished and cared for even if i'm eating alone (full bellies are self care baby) and it's just such a good feeling that i have a hard time explaining to others

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my princess only lets me take my gloves off for her. at all other times I must wear them, saving my flesh for her eyes and touch alone. I feel near to naked even with only my leather when my gauntlets are off, lest I am sequestered with her, and even (or especially) then, to feel revealed in that way is maddening.

"these," she tells me, trailing a delicate fingertip along the ridged hinge of my gauntlet's knuckle, "are the hands of the kingdom, the deliverers of god's will."

then she slowly unbinds and releases me from them, a task so unbecoming of her own silk-soft hands, the duty of a squire carried out by her highness—and with such grace, such unhurried dally, as if she is savouring me.

"and these," she tells me, holding up my hands laid bare in her own warm palms, the only touch that skin knows and that which I have known no comparable hunger for, she says, "are mine."

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Pork tenderloin with creamy mustard sauce

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Grilled BBQ chicken

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BEST Gingerbread Cookies

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You've stumbled into the princess' bedchambers and find her in a state of undress 😳

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a rare occasion where i draw kink art for an appropriate day in a timely manner

…happy pi(e) day!

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Need a soft, slow make out session that shuts my brain off. Need to just melt into someone’s arms and forget the rest of the world for a while

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oh to feed someone until they're too full to function 🥰

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Hypnovember Day 4: Bell

C'mon, what's there to lose by listening just a little longer? That udder's already lifting up your skirt, not like covering your ears would do much now!

(This was part of a hypnovember prompt list that I got invited to alongside a bunch of other artists, you can find the full list here!)

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asking someone who yoi dont know is a pred, why they look so bloated

They seem flustered and they scramble to tell you that maybe they ate something that disagreed with them and now they feel sick

you dote on them and get them whatever they need because you sympathise. And they look unusually bloated, almost concerningly so, and that cannot feel good

the pred feels guilty because they are completely fine, they just ate someone a short while ago

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could you rub my tummy and call me a good girl or what? dont be weird about it

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he's probably tucked in the corner at a crowded club cause he's a certified freak

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Buffalo chicken fries with creamy ranch

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isn't it sexy when your eyes lose focus? when they just roll back? when you can't even look, much less think about what you're seeing? when you're so far gone that your eyes lose focus?

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a tall, refined woman leading you into a dining room, hand on your shoulder, banquet table piled high... her grip light but very present. her hands press you down into the chair with just enough force to be noticeable, pushing you towards the table just fast enough to feel the hunger in her motions.

you're trapped now, between a mountain of piping hot food and a gentle but firm presence looming over you... her grip melting into a light shoulder rub, her breath warm against your neck.

a wave of aroma washes over you, your stomach growling in spite of yourself. the table presses oh so slightly against your belly, just enough to remind you that it's there... to remind you that it has yet to be filled.

it truly does all look so good... you don't know when, but at some point your lightly-trembling hands took up fork and knife in preparation. your body has given in already, and your mind's misgivings are holding on by a thread.

one of her hands lifts away, just for a moment - a hearty slab of meat, steaming roast vegetables, and heavily buttered bread are all slipped onto your plate before you notice what's happening. she returns to your shoulder, grip digging into you once again... you feel her face get closer, her lips nearly brushing your ear. you can't tell if the warmth spreading across your face is her doing or your own. in saccharine, dulcet tones, she whispers to you.

"Please, go on my dear. Help yourself."