#Pepperoni Nips

[hornyaquarius]

[soupamor]

okay but TIMs when they grow fat on their chests (after being on E) don’t even. they still don’t pass because their nipples look fucking weird. they don’t even perk up nice like a lady’s. shameful

[wynnyfryd]

Robin: Steve, I’d give you my firstborn for some pizza right now

Steve: You don’t even want kids?

Eddie: Oh shit, pizza?!

Steve: No! I’m not driving to get pizza we’re all drunk

Robin: But Steeeeeeve

Eddie: Steve, I’d give you my left nipple for some pizza right now

Steve: You don’t even HAVE THAT ONE ANYMORE

[raenef]

if you draw lucanis shirtless legally you need to include his moles. the ones on his pelvis are absolutely driving me insane.

[mabelsguidetolife]

I have come to believe that being sexy and breasting boobily is like confidence in that faking it is the same thing as having it and often the former leads to the latter. i believe in you

the thing is that they’ve gotten smaller and flatter too 😔😔😔

[yingreads]

ok im back and so ready to read fr and here's my reaction in memes :

edit. i broke tumblr tags bc it got too long and tumblr deleted my extra tags T_T i loved this so much i love the dynamics n everything it was sooo cute EUHEUHEUGUJN im gonna be rereading this . this was like a bajillion ounces of love and sillies and softness in a fic

( @ ) YEE TO THE...WHORE? ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა . . .

toji fushiguro & gn reader · farmers market · domestic fluff · hubby!toji · step-son!megumi · suggestive (his tiddies are out) · family bonding · crack fic

toji barely dressed appropriately when the time called for it. you never knew if this was something he did intentionally or if it was out of pure laziness, but when your three year old step-son picked up on his unusual habits of wearing flip flops out in minus ten degree weather, that was when he changed.

for the better, you weren't sure. his fashion style was still questionable, nonetheless, but megumi started copying him.

"eh hehe, loo'! papa 'nd i- matchin'!"

megumi is starting to acknowledge his fathers accent more and more as the months grew by. it was practically part of his vocabulary by now, and at one point, you had to tell your husband off for swearing so much around him.

when megumi glances up at you, there's something similar to delight in his eyes as he holds his balled fists up in the air to cheer. he quickly notices you are also dressed for the occasion and all the toddler can do is stare.

"p-pwetty..." is what he manages to come out with.

you give him a warm smile that conveys a simple 'thank you', but that fades when you look over at toji who walks into the room.

silence ensues rapidly. you couldn't believe your eyes.

"seriously, toji?"

"wha'? ya don't like the fit?"

you think its quite ridiculous how toji is trying to flirt in front of his three year old son right now, flexing the muscles on his biceps and swaying his hips that enhance the large silvery buckle on his belt.

megumi's head goes back and forth between you and him as you cover your face with your fingertips. your forehead twitches into a frown.

megumi demanded to dress up to the upcoming farmers market. it was a common occurrence that the three of you went into the city every month, but this time they were also holding a cowboy festival.

toji stood before you, confused. he wore black denim jeans underneath his creamy-coloured chaps with boots that had large spurs on the heels. moving up, he wore an open leather coat.

...... ...........

...........................

...

did you forget to mention that that was it? that was all he was wearing.

oh, and of course, a cowboy hat with a red bandanna tied loosely around his neck to top it off.

"you couldn't of...put something underneath that, toji? what is wrong with you?"

"what do ya mean?" he gives you a quick and subtle wink.

you point directly at his exposed chest. "this"

it took a lot of convincing yourself to tear your eyes away from his hairy chest and happy trail, but you were in the presence of your step-son. his son.

toji never dressed appropriately when the time called for it...

"megs seems to approve of it."

but when the toddler heard the mention of his name, he frowns and speaks up articulating a sassy tone.

"nuh uh, papa say he want to impress you with his pepperoni."

the heat in your cheeks makes its way to your chest and you burst out laughing after further silence. toji's mouth twitches and turns slightly downward, a bright hue of red saturating the apples of his cheeks as he hears your laugh resonate through the room.

"ah... bean, ya ain't gotta expose papa like that...?" he rubs the back of his neck, looking away from you, almost confounded.

you weren't impressed, but maybe you were... well, by how bold and utterly ridiculous he was. you wish he took something serious for once.

"so what? ya gonna let me go out like this?"

"hell no. put some clothes on, tart."

"wha is a t-tart?"

megumi peaks up and your body twitches in reaction. the same hand as before comes up to your face, sighing loudly this time. toji breaks out into a laughter. megumi then proceeds to attach himself to your leg like a leech.

"have some dignity here, for your son, please, toji. unless you want him blurting out about how massive your 'pepperoni' is at school."

toji's laugh fades as quickly as it comes. he stutters, a little flustered, before mumbling something underneath his breath. he tristfully walks out of the room again.

when you watch him leave, he pulls a wedgie from his jeans and all you can do is snicker while shaking your head.

you crouch down to little megumi's level. "what are you most excited for megs?"

"hmmm hmmmmmm" he taps his chin adjusting his cowboy hat. toji listens to your voices fade into the background until he closes the door to your shared room.

"are my nips really that big?"

he proceeds to take his coat off, standing in front of your body length mirror, a deadpan expression forming on his face. he unconsciously runs his tongue over the scar on his lip.

the mirror was large, but even then, it still couldn't fit his whole frame into the reflection. it's not like he needed to see his own face anyways when he was checking himself out in the mirror.

toji sighs, turning his body a fractional amount to flex the muscles on his back.

"should i stop working out chest? i thought they liked tha"

[creekfiend]

do you ever wonder about how surgeons reattach nipples when doing top surgery? like, do they mark which way was up, or just wing it? imagine waking up and seeing your nips are now upside down. or worsr, one's normal the other's all akimbo. I'm still gonna get top surgery but it's gonna bug me if the just slap them back on like they're making a pepperoni pizza

did you know that @chaumas-deactivated20240115 had them switch the nipples around

[ofstoriesandstardust]

steady love (j.h.s.)

a/n: loosely based on real events... thanks to @cottagecorifor indulging me

summary: You think someone is following you home, so naturally, you call Jake.

second star to the right (and straight on 'til morning)

warnings: reader thinks someone is following her but is never in any real danger, swearing, unedited

word count: 1.1k

“There now, steady love, so few come and don’t go/will you, won’t you, be the one i’ll always know?”

You swallow as you glance behind you, the shadowy figure still maintaining a good distance behind you. You clutch your pepper spray together, before fishing your phone out of your jacket pocket. 

The cold San Diego air nips at your fingers as curse silently, dialing Jake’s number and pressing the phone up to your ear. He answers on the third ring even though you’ve already started chewing on your lip. 

You can hear music in the background and Natasha’s laughter in the background. He must be having dinner with Javy and Nat, something you feel a momentary twinge of guilt for interrupting. 

“Hey sweetheart, how’s it going?” He says, a smile clear in his voice. 

“Jake-” You say, twisting back around to see if the man behind you had gotten any closer. You can’t be sure but you think he is. “Hey, I think I’m being followed, can you please just stay on the phone with me until I get to my apartment?” 

There’s a skidding of a chair in the background as his voice turns hard. “Where are you right now? Are you in your car or did you take the bus?”

You swallow. “I’m walking back from the bus stop. I’m like a block from the intersection of Rosewood and Melvin. I’m not far from my apartment building at all.” 

You think you hear keys jingling in the background with the sound of a front door opening. There’s a few seconds of silence that feel like minutes as you hear Jake get in his truck and start the engine. “Okay sweetheart, I want you to try and make it to the intersection. You can try and lose him at the crosswalk.” 

“I don’t even know if this guy is following me.” You mutter, suddenly feeling slightly stupid. 

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re alone and it’s dark and you don’t feel safe.” 

You eye the nearing intersection with nerves growing in your stomach. It’s more well-lit than the rest of the road but you also have nowhere to go if this guy really did want to hurt you. 

“I should’ve called Bradley and have him meet me halfway. Hey Jake- I’m gonna call you once I get back to my apartment, I’m gonna call Bradley.” 

“You’re high if you think I’m letting you get off the phone right now, sweetheart.” Jake’s voice is firm, hard and cold, and you swallow the sting of the fact that Jake is mad at you. 

“Jake, really, I think I’m being overdramatic, it’s fine-” 

“I texted Bradshaw when I left my house, he’s going to meet you at the intersection. Do not hang up the phone until you’re with him, do you understand me?” 

“Yeah, yeah, okay I see him. I’m at the light now.” 

“Great. I want you to tell me if you want pepperoni pizza if he’s still behind you, cheese for no.” 

You glance next to you as you press the button for the crosswalk, unable to keep in the startled gasp at the fact that the man was right behind you. 

“Sweetheart?” 

You swallow as the man gives you a curious glance before pressing the button for the opposite crosswalk. The light goes green and he begins his walk away from you. 

“Hey, sweetheart, can you hear me? Are you there?” 

There's a desperate note in his voice as you swallow again, eyes flickering across the street as you see Bradley’s broad figure come into the light. 

“Yeah, I’m- I’m fine Jake. He was just right behind me but he’s gone now.” 

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Hey, I’m crossing the street now, I see Bradley, I’ll call you in like ten minutes.”

“I’d really prefer you stay on the phone with me.” 

“He wasn’t even following me Jake, he was just some man going for a walk.” You snap, walking across the street to where Bradley is waiting. “I’ll call you when I get back to my place.”  

You hang up the phone as you jog the last few steps up to Bradley, finally letting yourself breathe. His eyes skim over you before the area around you. 

“Are you good? Do we need to take a few laps around the block?” 

You shake your head as the two of you begin to walk back to your building. “Fine. The guy wasn’t even following me, I just think he got off at my stop.” 

“You don’t usually come this way.” Bradley comments as the two of you walk. 

“Yeah.” You let out a huffed laugh. “A car drove into the side of the bus as it was letting me off.”  

Bradley’s eyes grow wide. “Are you being serious?” 

“Yep. Pretty sure that guy was on the bus and just managed to get a headstart to the next stop on everyone. Dude’s a fucking fast-walker.” 

“Sorry.” Bradley says, waving a hand. “The car hit your bus?”

-

You’re settled on Bradley’s couch, recounting the story to Bob and Mickey and Bradley’s girlfriend Jordan, a slice of pizza in your hand when Jake opens the front door rather abruptly. You barely have time to hand the plate off to Bob before Jake is pulling you off the couch and into his arms. 

“Jake-” 

“What the fuck, dude. Do you know how scary it was to get that call?” 

Jake briefly pulls back, eyes scanning over you, before he wraps you in another tight hug. You swallow as his hand comes to rest on the back of your head.

The two of you stand there for what is starting to feel like an embarrassing amount of time when you hear Jake whisper, “I just got you. I can’t lose you yet.” 

The words are so quiet you almost don’t think he even realizes he said them out loud. Guilt prickles at you again. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Mad at you?” 

He still won’t let you go but you can picture how big and wide his eyes are. 

“Well, I know you always hate it when I take the bus but I can’t be asking you for rides every time I have to leave the house just because I don’t want to spend money on gas-” 

“Sweetheart, yes I would prefer it if you stop taking the bus. But, you- you can’t be responsible for some sleazeball following you home.” 

“Well, he wasn’t really following me. I just sort of panicked.” You say sheepishly.

“Watching your bus get hit by a car will make you all kinds of shaken up.” Bradley comments, grin clear in his voice. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jake says, glancing at Bradley before looking back at you. “What the fuck is he talking about?”

[thehomophobe]

Making Out 😏

🐻 Freddy: It was late. The Pizzaplex had already closed, meaning you had to stay the night again. Totally worth it, you thought, 'cause this is the only time you get to stay with Freddy. With being the main man of the Mall, Freddy gets no time for you at all. From shows to playing Fazerblast with the kids to meet-and-greets; you could never be a kids' mascot. Nor a pop star.

The couch creaked underneath the weight of his synthetic muscle mass and your body. You sit on his lap, your thighs straddling his waist comfortably. Grinding your hips with his as you trail kisses and love bites from his lips to jaw down his neck. 

"Mmm~...superstar..." He moaned. You knew just where to bite and lick, massaging the reddening splotches with your lips while your hands roamed down his chest and up again. The feel of his muscles tensing under his tight jumpsuit had your own legs going weak. You kissed him yet again, a moan muffled by lips. He's so sweet, so warm, so loving and caring. No wonder he's the star, he attracts all the attention.

🐔 Chica: A real cutie that's for sure. A smile with a wink and a giggle just emits her playful energy so well with laconic gestures. Energetic, bubbly, quirky Chica was all you thought as you shook your head mirthfully when she squawked about something random that just popped into her head.

So when she pressed up against you in a dark of the kitchen, you sweated. It was cute at first. She’d pepper sweet, chaste little kisses on your cheeks and nose before finally pressing her lips to yours. Everything in the beginning was slow, warm, and pure to a nauseating degree. Over time, however, that changed. She became rough, swallowing your plush lips as she gripped your shirt, almost ripping it.

Mind you, you're 5'6.

She's 5'9. 

For her to tower over you by three inches made you feel suppressed. And it didn't help that her endoskeleton, along with pounds of synthetic flesh, pressed over your body. You moaned, helplessly; she tastes like savory pepperoni with a hint of sweet fizzy-faz. Limited edition peach flavor, you're favorite. It's like she planned this to happen: You, pinned against the cold fridge door cooling whatever mystery meat was inside, moaning and needy. She, relishing all of it, cradling your waist and gripping the shirt collar as she bites and nips your lips until blood leaks so she can lick it. No wonder she went on that rant saying she'd wished to know what you taste like.

 Pure sugar and empty calories, like a true guilty pleasure.

🐊 Monty: Wet and sloppy. He loved nothing more than to make a right mess out of you both when you’d find the time to sneak away and see each other. Conflicting schedules and the fact that it wasn’t exactly good for either of you to be seen together in public made meeting up almost impossible if it wasn’t in the dead of night. But when you did finally slip away from your duties, it was a guarantee that both of your pent-up frustrations would be let out all at once.

He would slam you, holding you up by your ass and thighs as he kissed you. Your arms would either be tangled in fake greeny or holding onto his shoulders for dear life. Teeth clashing and spit dribbling from the corners of your lips, it was anything but kid-friendly. Your exposed hips were littered with scratches and blossoming bruises from where he dug his nails into your skin, dragging him closer to hear you whine into each desperate kiss. In response, you grip his hair, pulling it to make him feel the same pleasurable pain you do. Good to know he's got a hair-pulling kink.

“Don’t stop,” you panted. “We don’t have much longer.”

Monty groaned as he ground his hips against yours, his lips brushing down your cheek and leaving a wet trail of kisses across your jaw to your ear. “Don’t need to tell me twice, cher.” He licks your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. You've got about what, ten minutes until the next show? A lot could happen in ten minutes doll.

🐺 Roxy: You are nothing. Nothing to Roxy. How the fuck did she tolerate you for so long?

These thoughts swirled into her head as she tried so desperately to cling to you while she held you close. She wanted to despise you. To push you away. If she could, she’d go back in time and tell herself to never give you the chance to worm your way into her heart. And yet here she is, on top of a flesh bag full of bones, blood, and blasé benefits.

How could anyone love you? How could she love you?Despite showing you everything, even the darkest corners of herself, you come back. And you never plan on leaving. 

She kissed you roughly, biting you in the neck and jaw, then soothing them with her lips. She would play with your boobs, but her hands are currently occupied. Someone's gotta keep those grubby hands in check while she maims you. The small whimper you gave when her hold on you tightened was swallowed by her onslaught. She was trying to drown her thoughts of you so she could be free of them. And at the same time, she craved more from you. To listen to your litany of whines, gasps, and moans she drew from you until your throat went raw. Glory, power, control whatever it's called. She needed to get her frustration out.

What better person than you?

☀ Sun: “We-We can’t do this here,” he whimpered. You chuckled at his worried form; you know he wants this, he's been craving this for a while now. A smirk grew on your lips, that mischievous glint in your eyes meant you were up to no good, and he was your prime target. Hands strangled the bells on his cuffs to muffle their jingles. Sun's back was pressed against the Lincoln log doors as his legs were pinned under you. 

"There's no one here Sunny. The kids won't come back until tomorrow." You purred.

"But--" You shut him up. Sun's eyes were wide as red exclamation points blinked on them. Distress then turned into bliss as he melted into the kiss. The exclamations shifted into pink hearts. Steam whistled from his ears and a blush crawled on his cheeks. His chest ran hot, the fan churned trying to keep up with the rising heat. You pulled away for breath, smiling at the poor man as you leaned forward. Eyes glazed over and lidded, an intoxicated smile, he looked shit-faced, positively divine. He giggled drunkenly, idolizing the pretty lady above him.  

“Let’s see how long I can kiss you before you either combust, or we’re found.” You purred.  Sun groaned into your next kiss. Porcelain clashed with calcium like two toy teacups. You pampered him, taking your time to show how much love you had for him. 

🌑 Moon: Swimming and slithering in sheets and blankets, you gently hold his waist as you leave kisses over his face. Bright red eyes glowed in the dim light of the tent, peeking through his thick, dark lashes that fluttered with every impatient nip you took at his sensitive skin. It was cute how you continued to press closer, practically laying against his chest. Feeling the cooling fans run underneath the hardworking mechanisms of his body.

Oh how mighty and brazen he was when he carried you from the desk into the tent after urging you for a cuddle session after you denied him multiple times. Look at him, he's all hot and bothered by your usurper, pecking his nose randomly, then his cheeks, then his lips and finally pushing him to the padded floor to continue your attack. His eyes were still a deep red but soon grew little hearts beating with love. 

“You’re beautiful…” You whispered, breaking Moon from his lustful haze. That fuzzy feeling spread all through his chest with your words. Beautiful, that's the last thing anyone would call him. 

“I...think you’re far more beautiful, Star.” He gently pushes a strand of hair away from your face. You smile softly, sealing your love with another deep kiss as the nightlights flicker with merriment.  

[miasmaghoul]

hear me out, speaking of the ghovie… what abt raindrop movie theater employees au? love u btw 🥺🫶

HIllll CRIM ILU TOOOO <3

Pls this is such a fun idea ugh. Kinda suggestive at the end, but mostly just raindrop being raindrop. :))))

"Whaddaya think makes 'em Swedish?"

Rain looks up from where he's hunched over his phone, finds Dew sitting on the counter with a baggie of Swedish Fish. He swings his feet and holds a gummy fish between two fingers, making it swim through the air. Rain can see how red his eyes are from here, and even though the air hangs heavy with with the scent of popcorn he can still smell the remnants of weed wafting from him.

"Dunno," Rain shrugs. He supposes he could look it up, but that would interrupt his valuable mindless scrolling time. There's only so much time between screenings in their dinky little theater, he has to take what he can get. "You should ask someone Swedish."

Dew hops off the counter, stretching both arms over his head. His uniform polo slides up, reveals a pale strip of skin above low-slung jeans, and Rain snaps a quick picture for future reference.

(He has a Thing for Dew's bony hips, so sue him.)

"You're no fun," Dew pouts, slouching over to Rain's side of the concession stand. He drapes himself over Rain's back, sighing heavily. The little baby hairs thay have escaped his bun tickle Rain's cheek, make his nose scrunch up.

"I'm tons of fun," he deadpans, holding up his phone and displaying an article about the mating habits of Atlantic salmon as though that proves something. Dew doesn't even glance at it, too busy snaking his arms around Rain's shoulders and nosing at his hair.

"You smell like coconuts," he giggles, woefully stoned. He sniffs at those dark curls until Rain starts to squirm, reaching back to poke him in the ribs.

"How high are you?" Rain chuckles, still tipping his head when Dew starts drifting towards his neck.

"This's what happens when you don't share with me," the blonde mumbles, chapped lips grazing Rain's throat. "I roll for two and have no self control."

Well, he's not wrong about that last part. Rain thinks back last week, when Dew had spent the night at his place. A quiet evening spent smoking and playing video games, until they were both too stoned to do anything but snuggle and watch TV. Rain had ordered them a pizza, grabbed it from the driver in a haze of smoke and set it on the couch with a quick announcement about needing to piss. He'd been gone for maybe ten minutes - most of which had been spent forgetting where he was while he washed his hands - and by the time he'd gotten back Dew had managed to scarf down six massive slices covered in pepperoni and pineapple all on his own.

"Don't I know it," Rain grumbles, reaching up to give the little guy an affectionate noogie. Dew nips at his jaw in retaliation, slinking around to Rain's front. Dew weasels his way into his lap, slinging his arms around Rain's neck with a smile. He leans in to lick at the spot he bit, and the way the ball of his tongue piercing glides over his skin makes Rain's eyelids flutter. He tosses his phone onto the counter in favor of holding the bony hips he loves so much.

"Y'know," Dew lilts, swaying in his lap, "we got some time before the next show." He scoots impossibly closer, until their chests meet and Dew can rub their noses together. Rain can feel his piercings through his shirt, and a little tingle runs through him. He slips one hand from Dew's hip to give his barely-there ass a quick squeeze, long fingers sneaking up the back of his shirt.

"We do," Rain nods, fingertips grazing the ultra soft peach fuzz at the base of Dew's spine. His eyes drift to Dew's mouth, wide and pink and curled at the corners in a mischievous little grin. "Wonder what we could do until then..."

Dew's smile gains a sensual edge, his eyelids drooping and the tip of his tongue poking out between crowded teeth. He slips his fingers into Rain's curls, blunt nails scratching at his scalp, and Rain shivers when Dew leans in close. He waits for a kiss that will undoubtedly taste of weed and raspberry flavoured candy.

Instead, Dew kisses his cheek and moves to whisper in his ear. His breath ghosts over Rain's skin, warm but shiver-inducing, and he makes his request.

Rain snorts.

"I am not fucking you with the popcorn butter, Dewdrop."

[our-trans-youth-experience]

Being a transmasc leaning agender is just another experience entirely lol

Like I don’t want horomones so when those topics come up* I’m like ‘okay I can skip this’. So I skip to the surgery stuff and it comes to bottom surgery. I’m like ‘okay I can skip this’ cause I don’t want that either. When it comes to top surgery I’m like ‘aw yeah this is what I’m looking for’ but then half of the information is about nipples. How they’ll feel weird and look like pepperonis and you won’t have sensation there after surgery and how each of them can feel different after X amount of time and a bunch of other stuff, and I’m like ‘I don’t want this either. Just the one thing. The ~flat chest~’.

(*when I’m researching transition stuff for myself I mean. I do like learning about the transition processes for others sometimes, gaining some ~knowledge~).

It’s tough cause I never see any info about what it’s like healing after not putting your nips back on and I wonder if it’s like the same process just without all the nipple info? Like just completely ignore everything said about the nipples and that’s how it’ll be when you’re healing.

(I’m not asking about it btw I’m just rambling lol. Not that I’d mind if anyone else does has some info about it ;))

Anywsy I hope you have a good day :)

yes, i believe the nipple grafts are separate to the chest healing. its so cool how many different gender experiences there are out there!!hope you get what you need <3

-Sage he/they/neos

[huihuiheart]

Kinktober D7: Savory - Wonwoo

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Pairing:  Jeon Wonwoo x Afab! Reader

Genre: Slight angst (tiny), fluff, smut

Summary: Wonwoo is there to comfort and remind you of things whenever the negative thoughts start to take hold, and he has every intention of showing you just how much he loves you.

Warnings: Food guilt, implied negative body image, fingering, lots of praise, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 1389

“Wonu I’m in the mood for something, you know… bad for me.” You tell him with a pout making him actually look up from his book now that you’ve answered in regards to what you want for dinner.

“That’s okay love, we’ve cooked at home a lot and it’s been a lot of work. Sometimes it’s okay to go with what will make you joyful, even if your mind tries to guilt you for it.” He assures you, putting his bookmark on the page before setting it aside, “In regards to what comfort food you want though, you’ll need to be slightly more specific as bad for you doesn’t really narrow it down all too much.”

You pout a little more at the light teasing though he’s quick to kiss it away, “ Hm.. what about pizza? Oh with extra cheese and bacon and pepperoni, and maybe feta? We can get it from that place with the really good garlic crust too. Please Wonu.” 

He nods, giving in immediately to your light pleads, “Of course, but only if we’re getting an order of garlic knots too. We can’t have pizza without that.”  

The way you light up at his words make him smile even more as he gets up to get his phone and put the pizza order in for you both. And for a while the world is good until the food gets there and you start to feel a little bit guilty. Wonwoo frowns as he notices the look on your face and what it means.

“Sweetheart, you’ve been taking such good care of your body and working so hard. Forcing yourself to make and eat something else when this is what your heart is telling you it needs to make you feel good emotionally isn’t worth it. Listening to your body includes your emotional needs too.” You know he’s right, but it’s not enough to make you give in right away. Now until he takes a bite and kisses you after, licking into your mouth so that you can get a taste of what you’ve been craving and that is what makes you cave finally.   

Wonwoo's encouragement is all it takes for you to eat your fill, heart feeling warm and fuzzy at both his affections and at getting the comfort food you've been craving. Though he chuckles when he sees you pout at licking your lips.

"What is it now sweetheart?" He inquires softly, gently brushing your hair away from your face.

"I feel like I can feel the grease on my skin." You explain and he chuckles taking your hand.

"It's possible, but it's also possible that now that your stomach is nice and full you can focus on other things like how you've had a long day and your skin has since gotten oily." He explains leading you to the bathroom and getting you a headband to hold the hair back and start washing your face for you. Leaning in to give little pecks all the while, "You're so gorgeous, you know that. So beautiful for me." 

His soft praises make you whine, but you don't squirm until he's done and his kisses are trailing to your neck, "My beautiful girl, do you know what you do to me?" 

"I-..." You're cut off by a soft moan when he nips at your sweet spot, "What…What to I do to you Wonu?"

His hand takes yours and leads it to the bulge in his sweatpants, "All this and so much more sweetheart. You'll let me show you how beautiful you are to me won't you?"

All it takes is a soft nod before he's carrying you to bed, leaving little pecks all over your face before kissing you deeply, letting you taste him and it almost seems better with the savory taste of your comfort there as well. Wonwoo grinding down softly as you both make out for who knows how long before he slowly grows impatient. Hands slowly slipping your shirt up and off you, exposing new skin for his lips to worship with kisses and little love bites that'll leave only a faint mark with how gentle he is with them today. 

Wonwoo gently kneads your breasts through the bra at first, his lips trailing along the edge of it before he finally folds and takes it off so he can give you even more appreciation. His kisses soon lead to your nipples before his lips finally wrap around one, sucking softly to draw out even more of your moans that he loves so much. 

"That's it sweetheart, just let me know how good you feel with those pretty sounds of yours and leave everything else to me beautiful." Wonwoo praises softly switching to give your other nipple the same attention before his kisses are trailing lower as his hands start to undo your pants.

"But Wonu." When you start whining out a protest all you get is a harsher nip and a warning glare before you concede and melt beneath his ministrations. Lifting your hips to help him finish undressing you and so that he can trail his lips lower for you now. His lips pressing softly to your hip as a finger swipes through your folds to collect your wetness before rubbing softly at your clit. He suckles a faint mark onto your hip, before he’s slowly kissing back up and slipping a finger in. He works it slowly as he worships the skin on your chest and stomach. However, when he slips in a second finger his lips are back up to yours, kissing you and stealing away the sounds you make into his mouth as his thumb circles your clit. 

“Love my fingers so much don’t you, my beauty?” Wonwoo doesn’t expect a verbal answer from you, not with the way he curls his fingers just the way you like after asking. Content for your moans to be answer enough for him. Confidence soaring due to it as well, making him all the more determined to make you cum on his fingers while he commits your sounds and the feeling of your lips to his memory. 

“You always taste better when you’re happy like this.” Wonwoo praises into the kiss, “Bet you cum harder too, don’t you sweetheart? Why don't you show me?"

His praises and requests of you tip you over the edge as he begins licking into your mouth again. Your moans sending shivers down his spine as he rides you through the high, gently he's slipping his fingers out and putting them in his mouth with a moan.

"Wonu." You're whining when he seems to be hypnotized by the taste of you on his fingers, wanting his attention back on you again.

"Sorry sweetheart, I got carried away didn't I?" He apologizes, giving a soft peck to your pout before he's working to strip himself. "Is this what you want, my beauty? For me to show you every last ounce of my love?"

When you nod it makes him chuckle, lining up to slowly start pressing into you. One hand lifting your leg up to wrap around him before it rests on the mattress besides your hips. His other hand cupping your cheek as he leans down to kiss you with the first soft roll of his hips into yours. Wonwoo keeps it short and sweet though before he's pressing his forehead against yours and looking into your eyes as he picks up the pace a little bit. The eye contact is intense and makes you fluster and shy away a little bit, before Wonwoo is gently turning your face to look at him again.

"Don't do that sweetheart. I want to see all that I do for you…to you. Just like I want you to see all that you do to me, my beauty."  He urges you as he takes his time, but with a precision that reminds you just how dedicated he is to you and your body. 

"Okay Wonu… I'll show you what you do to me…so long as I can see you falling apart for me as well." You pant out between moans earning yourself another kiss and whisper of I love yous against your lips before he's looking into your eyes again.

"For you my beauty… I will always fall…"

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[feral-ffa]

Now we appreciate all moobs in this establishment, but if you got them big ol puffy areola pepperoni nips.... wheeeew👀👀👀 those always get me going

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Picturing an AI generated image of milk spewing out of PeePee's big womanly pepperoni nips by the gallon, with jordan peterson drinking it, as they both scream

Hey, free speech, fuck politeness right? Thats authoritarian

[reigningqueenofwords]

Pizza's Here

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

Part 11 of Welcome to the Family

He licked his lips. “A baby?” You nodded, your heart dropping. “You want a family?” Again, you nodded, your mood lifting when he grinned at you before pulling you into a loving kiss. “Let’s get started, Mrs. Winchester.”

– 12 weeks later –

“Dean!” You ran through the bunker, wrapping your arms around his neck and jumping up. His hands went to your thighs, holding you up. Without letting you get another word in, his lips were on yours, his bag forgotten on the ground.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head, walking by. “At least try to make it to your room this time.” He teased, hiding his jealousy. A week after you’d started trying for a baby, they went off to a hunt for a few days. Sam had walked into the library to the two of you going at it. He’d clenched his jaw and stormed out, claiming that it’s because that’s where he read his books. The two of you had only been able to slip away together a few times, but he couldn’t exactly get upset with that.

You giggled as Dean nipped at your neck. “Sure thing, Sammy.” He grinned, carrying you towards your bedroom. “Can’t promise you won’t hear us, though.” He called over his shoulder. “We have a baby to make!”

– 7 weeks later –

Sam and Dean were off on a hunt, and you were left sleeping alone. You hated it. Especially because you heard every little sound. You were sitting in bed when you heard the bunker door open, and slam back shut. Reaching over to your nightstand, you grabbed your gun and slipped out of bed. No one should have been just walking in.

As you moved out of your room, you controlled your breathing, making sure to keep your footsteps light. “Y/N?” Sam called out, making you lower your gun and furrow your brow. “Y/N?” He called out again.

“Sam?” You asked, confused as you heard him get closer. “What’re you doing here? Why aren’t you on the hunt?”

“Hunt’s done.” He shrugged. “Dean went off with Cas for something, and I was sent here. Apparently, I’m not in the trusted few to get told what’s going on.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I wonder why he didn’t text me.” You thought outloud. “I’ll text him and ask what’s going on.”

Grinning, he pulled you closer. “Care to enjoy the time alone first?” Sam asked, leaning down to kiss your shoulder as he moved the strap of your tank down.

Licking your lips, you felt your cheeks flush. “Please, Sammy.” You breathed.

– 6 weeks later –

“Pizza’s here, sweetheart!” Dean yelled as he walked in the bunker. You were sitting in the war room, so you weren’t that far from the door. As he got closer, you were hit with the smell of the pepperoni and bolted. “Baby?” He asked, worried. Dean set the pizzas down and ran after you.

You were coming out of the bathroom when he reached you. “Ugh.”

He cupped your cheek. “You okay?” His tone was soft.

“That pizza smells disgusting.” You scrunched your nose.

Sam came in, munching on a piece. “Everything okay?”

Covering your mouth, you went back into the bathroom. Dean shot a look to Sam before knocking on the door. “Hey, baby? Do you have any pregnancy tests left?”

“Yeah…” He heard you groan before throwing up.

“Why don’t you take one? You’ve never hurled over anything like pizza before.” He was trying to hide his excitement. “Don’t worry, Sam’s gonna get the hell outta here with that damn pizza.” He glanced at Sam.

Sighing, he nodded. “Sorry, sweetheart.” He told you through the door before walking back towards the war room.

Dean felt like it was an eternity before he heard the bathroom door open. He looked up, holding his breath for a moment. You grinned at him. “I’m pregnant!!” His face lit up, picking you up into a hug. “You’re gonna be a daddy!” You teared up.

Tagging: @callsign-ember

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nah sorry I'm a greedy bottom and I'm slurping off every man pepperoni I encounter watch your nips I'm NEAR