#Tummy Kink Secret Santa

[justifiedthoughts]

HEY HI, I'M YOUR SECRET SANTA :D!!! I wrote some Xiao stuffing for you, uhh there's a bit of Xiao/Traveler at the end (Because I feel like having a caretaker can add a lot to it) buuut, 1.) Used neutral pronouns so you can picture both Lumine and Aether 2.) Didn't go fully romantic with it so it can be seen as platonic too!! That's everything I think, hope you like it, here it is c:

In Liyue, winter is a season about many things. It's about sharing time with your loved ones, about getting together so the cold weather is somewhat more bearable.

For Xiao, though, is mostly a season about remembering. And not for a good reason.

He tries to push the pictures to the back of his mind, but everywhere he looks at, thick snow layers cover everything. Snow looks always the same and it doesn't bring good memories with it.

It looks the same as the snow he used to hold with desperation, hands freezing but stomach too empty to care about it, shoving it into his mouth and hoping the coldness could replace the hunger for freezing numbness.

He's not there anymore, he has to remind himself again, and again, and again. There's new people, new places, and new days.

And when every affirmation fails to reasure him, he resolves to check on the city's streets, hopefully it can distract him enough from his toughts.

"Oh, Mr. Adeptus!" The sudden figure of a citizen aproaching him takes him by surprise, Xiao doesn't event get the chance to teleport away as he usually would, his mind doing a dirty trick on him and weakening his reflexes. Soon he's met with the mortal's face, a young woman with an anxious look. "I won't take a lot of your precious time! You'll see..."

She gestures to a thing on her hands, just now Xiao realizes she's holding a heavy-looking box. An unkwown sweet scent comes from it.

"I heard you're fond of almonf tofu, right?" She opens the box, revealing an assembling of various pastries. There's cookies and muffins and little tartlets, and a whole pie on the center of everything. "So... me and some friends brought you some almond pastries from Fontaine, as a thank you for all your hard work!"

Xiao looks at it for some seconds. It does look good. His mind, though, doesn't get that much time to consider it, as his stomach is very much quicker to respond. A complaining rumble comes out of his tummy, deep and hollow-sounding, anouncing to both of them its emptyness.

Xiao doesn't allow himself to waver, stand stern as ever, but his eyebrows do get furrow, as annoyed as flustered with the humiliating situation. The lady herself seems to get only worse, her face goes all red, arms trembling as she reaches them for Xiao to take the box.

"P-Please accept our humble offering, Adeptus Xiao!"

"I see" Xiao nods slowly. "I accept your offering, thank you" He takes the box, and in just some seconds the woman mutters a nervous 'your welcome' and scatters away from that interaction.

Xiao sighs, meetings with citizens are never easy. He looks at the still open box, pondering if he's really willing to give it a try. There's not a lot of mortal foods he actually eats, few of them appealing enough to his taste.

Almond pastries, the lady had said. There was a chance this things were actually on his range of preference, they don't seem completly overloaded with spices, and its smell is subtly sweet.

As if on cue, another growl can be heared from his stomach, high-pitched and whiny. He goes stiff, soon deciding before anything, the most important step is to get to the Wangshu Inn, where no one can be witness of this mess.

It takes nothing to get there, now his only issue being a box full of treats. With caution, he takes one of the cookies, one that looks not-as-threatening, and takes a tiny experimental bite.

And oh, it's way better than he expected it to be. It's crunchy, sweet but not over the limit and annoying, the taste of almonds lingers pleasently on his tongue. He goes on, taking another bite, and another, and other one. The cookie is soon gone and Xiao is left with an empty hand and a mostly empty tummy.

Well, and a full box too. He takes a minute to make sure no one else is there before reaching for the second cookie. This ones goes maybe even quicker, and doesn't left him much more satisfied either.

It all goes down from there. One more bite becomes one more cookie, a bite of a muffin, a slice of pie.

Xiao can't say he's used to consume human food, so he isn't used to limit himself with it neither. Never before he had so much only for himself, and it feels so easy to pass everything through his lips than his guard keeps dormant and only comes back when it's already too late.

He stares at the box, it's both a relief and a disgrace that he is unable to keep going now, because nothing but crumbs remain on the surface.

Xiao pants, one hand carefully cradling his overtaxed tummy. The sensation of fullness is overwhelming and hits him all at once. He has never been this full before, the heavy weight of all that food is hardly setting in his tummy, struggling to digest everything he mindlessly crammed into it. He just put himself into a whole new embarassing situation, he confirms as he hears muffled grumblings from his once empty stomach, now stuffed to the brim.

At least, at last, he's now alone. No one to bother him, no one to judge the pityful state he's in. Only the soft whisper of the wind keeps him company.

"Xiao?"

That's until he hears a familiar voice, and a heavy sigh leaves Xiao's lips the moment he recognizes it. It's the traveler, here to visit him at the worst possible moment.

"Xiao, are you here?" They call again, louder this time. And though the idea of pretending he's not there does cross his mind, he ultimately decides he can't let his friend down like that. It could be something important.

"Did you call?"

Xiao teleports behind them, hoping the couple seconds they took to turn around will be enough to hide how he wobbles, the fast movement and the weight of his stomach unsettling him.

It's ridiculous. No amount of confidence can hide what's going on. His skinny frame, the tight clothes he wears, it all comes together to expose the stuffed state he's in. He tries to stand firm and the first that catches your eye is the way his tummy is sticking out stupidly, the fabric of his clothes only defining even more the roundness of its stuffed shape.

And of course the traveler notices it. They don't even need to ask anything, the question is clear on their stare, on the eyebrow they're holding up as they look at him, at his stomach, with a puzzled look.

"Someone... gave me an offering today" Xiao clarifies, his voice too wavery for him.

They giggle. "Was it good?"

A warm hand finds its way towards Xiao's overfull belly, it's a gentle, caressing touch. The traveler's fingers rub softly over the curve of his stomach, pressing ever so slightly on the firm skin.

Xiao breathes, struggling to contain himself from making any noise that could embarass him any further.

He's not really great at it. Not when his stomach, filled completely with sweets, it's already grumbling nonstop, the vibrations definitly feeling against the traveler's delicate hands. Xiao doesn't even dares to speak, so he nods instead.

His friend smiles, eyes shining with innocence as their hands presses just slightly harder on his sensitive tummy, and every caution he took becomes useless as Xiao can't help a slight whine and a short but airy burp that comes out of him.

He goes all red, serious stance now fully forgotten as he mutters flustered apologies with urge.

"Sounds like it was, I'm glad"  They laugh at last. 

OH MY GOD?????? SCREAMING YES HEHEHE THANK YOUUUUU

[nai-z4ro-0ne]

Loved the making-my-piece-for-the-secret-santa grind. Never did anything for that one character before so it had me looking at the hoyoverse character wiki trying to get their personality right so I could do tummy kink in a canon accurate way 🙏 very fun I recommend it

[mommy-imagines]

Pretty Boy - part. 5

Content: Mommy Kink. Sugar Mommy. MILF. Age-Play. Headspace. Diapers. Heavy Fluff.

Words: 3.717

“Mommy, gifts?” Atsumu asked her, voice excited and carrying laughter, “Mommy! Wake up, it’s Christmas!” She felt a gentle finger poking her cheek and slowly opened her eyes, immediately coming face to face with Atsumu’s bright eyes, much too alert for - She chanced a look at her phone, god! Much too alert for seven thirty in the morning.

“Baby, it’s very early, why are you up already?” She asked him, voice carrying sleepiness, arms encircling him and pulling him down and under the covers once more, he pouted at her and it made her laugh.

“Mommy, it’s Christmas, we can’t sleep in! What if Santa came?” He asked her very seriously, her eyes widened at his words and she took a moment to study him. His eyes were bright, alight with childish glee. He had clearly slipped much farther into his headspace than ever before. It made her happy to note it and it couldn’t have happened at a better time.

The previous night they had hosted Christmas Eve dinner for Atsumu’s family, so that was how she had met Atsumu’s mother and his grandmother and, thankfully, they had all gotten along splendidly and by the time that the evening was over, Atsumu was practically glowing. Both from happiness and from the single glass of wine that he had consumed. He hadn’t had anything alcoholic to drink ever since they had gotten together, but she figured that being Christmas and all, she could allow him to indulge a little bit; And she didn’t miss the surprised look that crossed his face once he realized her permission nor did she miss the small grimace that he tried very hard to hide every time that he took a sip.

She had to make a valiant effort to contain her amused laughter, it would appear that her baby was not used to those kind of drinks anymore; By the time that they were done with supper and dessert, his glass was still half full and he claimed to had eaten too much and thus couldn’t stomach anything else when Osamu questioned him about it. Well, Mommy wasn’t complaining. As far as she was concerned, it was better that way.

She blinked back to the present. Atsumu had busied himself by quietly talking to Toulouse and was largely ignoring the rest of the world. With his hair pointing at every direction, his flushed cheeks, and the telltale bulge between his legs, the flaps of his diaper peeking through the hem of his pajamas, he looked like the perfect little boy. It made her smile fondly at him.

He had no practice at all until the third week of January, more than enough time for him to enjoy his headspace for as long as he wanted to, she was curious to see how long it would last for.

Her thoughts strayed back to the nicely wrapped gifts downstairs, all but one waiting underneath the Christmas tree. She could barely wait to see his expression as he received it.

For the past three weeks, all that Atsumu could talk about was of how lonely Toulouse would get whenever Atsumu wasn’t home to keep him company and how much Toulouse would complain to Atsumu every night about being left on his own during the “whole entire day, Mommy!”.

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” Her baby complained, looking up at her with large hazel eyes and a cute little pout.

“You are?” She gasped, “Why, baby! Mommy is hungry too! How could you tell?” She exaggerated and he giggled in response. Her heart grew three sizes at the sound.

“It’s ‘cause I’m magic!” He proudly informed her and she gasped dramatically.

“No!” She suddenly lowered her voice, leaning forward, closer to his face, as one would do to share a secret, “What kind of magic, baby?”

“Like Aslan, Mommy!” Was the response and her expression was so fond that she was afraid that her face would be forever stuck that way.

They had watched all of the Chronicles of Narnia movies and Atsumu had been obsessed with Aslan from day one, saying how much of a good friend he would be to Toulouse. Now that she stopped to think about it, her baby definitely had a thing for felines. “Well baby, in that case, I can not possibly allow someone so powerful to go through the day without a nice, yummy breakfast, can I?” She tickled his tummy and he giggled.

Atsumu’s eyes turned mischievous, “What kind of breakfast, Mommy? ‘Cause it’s Christmas and I’m strong like Aslan, so it has to be a very special breakfast.” His voice was very serious and she played the part, pretending to be thinking it over.

“Well, how about some special pancakes then?” She looked at him as if proposing a business deal, “With chocolate chips and lots of strawberries?”

Atsumu seemed to be considering her offer before nodding solemnly, “Okay, Mommy;” He said, then his expression turned shy and his cheeks pinkened, he leaned his head up a little bit until his mouth was hovering over her ear, “Mommy, I had an accident.” He whispered and she hugged him tightly, pressing a big kiss to his cheek that made him giggle happily.

“Well, Mommy will change you right up, then we can brush our teeth and go downstairs so Mommy can make us some breakfast,”

“Can we stay in our jammies, Mommy?” He asked, looking up at her, eyes full of innocence.

She surprised herself with how easily she told him yes. Before Atsumu, she would never even consider the idea of going about her day, even if just staying at home, without being properly dressed. She supposed that it couldn’t hurt, they weren’t meeting anyone for the entire day, in fact, there had been a huge blizzard, so all roads were closed. “Of course we can, little one; It’s Christmas, after all,”

So Mommy got up, groaned playfully as she stood, dragging a gleeful giggle from Atsumu; “Lay back down, baby; So Mommy can change you,” She told him with an amused smile when he stood on his knees, crawling to the end of the bed, “What are you doing, little one?” She asked him with a gentle laugh when he surged forward and wrapped his arms around her middle, “What is it, baby?” She asked, hand cupping the back of his neck and cheek pressed against the top of his messy hair.

“Love you, Mommy,” He said, voice full of innocence, as he looked up at her; She felt her eyes prickling with tears, was surprised to feel it, too; She couldn’t remember the last time that she had felt so at peace. Being on the receiving end of such an intense stare, it tugged at her heartstrings. She smiled down at him and pecked his nose, he wrinkled it as a response and she chuckled at him.

“Mommy loves you too, baby;” She finally responded.

They stayed like that for a couple of moments until Atsumu started to wriggle, complaining about his wet diaper, so she arranged him on the bed and changed him, tickling his tummy to make him laugh when he whined at the cold wipes. Once he was properly dressed again, she guided him to the adjoined bathroom so that they both could brush their teeth and then was guiding him out of the room, “Mommy, wait!” He suddenly stopped by the doorway, eyes wide and looking around frantically, she didn’t have the time to become worried, because then he was running back to the bed, searching the covers and walking back to her side with Toulouse firmly held close to his chest.

“All set, darling?” She asked, a smile as fond as it always was when it came to Atsumu. He nodded at her solemnly.

“I’ve told you, Mommy; Toulouse gets lonely when he’s not with me,”

“Well then, baby;” She ruffled his hair and picked his hand, intertwining their fingers and guiding him along the hallway and down the stairs, “Mommy will just have to figure out a way so Toulouse will have a friend, don’t you think?”

Atsumu hummed, as if considering her words very seriously, walking down the steps carefully, one hand firmly held by Mommy and the other holding his friend, “I think so, Mommy; I don’t like it when he’s sad,” He pouted and she couldn’t resist pinching his cheek and pressing a kiss to it.

They got to the main kitchen and Atsumu promptly sat down on one of the stools by the marble island while she brought out the ingredients.

She kept one eye on him at all times, but mostly left him be; As she mixed the batter and cut the strawberries, Atsumu was in his own little world, he had placed Toulouse on top of the island, in front of him, and was telling him a very detailed story about his last horseback riding lesson, something about how much he liked Leia, because the mare never moved fast enough to scare him and how she always let him feed her, “Alright, little one; Why don’t we sit Toulouse on his own stool so we can eat breakfast? We can eat it here, I think; No need to move everything to the breakfast room.”

“Okay, Mommy!” Atsumu told her easily, smiled as bright as the sun, and carefully placed the stuffed jackal on the stool next to him.

She cut his pancakes in small squares and placed a small bowl with strawberries beside the plate. It was the first time that Atsumu had gone so deep in his headspace, the other times were always right before bedtime, mostly when he was nursing after having a particularly long day; She wasn’t exactly sure about how young he felt, but she surmised that it would be changing during the day.

As she sat down in front of him, nursing her cup of coffee, she watched as he picked the squares with the tip of his long fingers, carefully selecting the ones that had the most chocolate chips to it., “Baby, slow down a bit, your food is not going to run away,” She reprimanded him softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“I’m sorry, Mommy;” He said, suddenly sheepish, but he was smiling as well, “I’m just excited for the gifts!” He told her, eyes bright but face almost bashful.

“Well, baby,” She started, picking up a cloth napkin and wetting the corner of it and then leaning forward to wipe his chin and the corners of his mouth, “Your gifts aren’t going away either, so there’s no reason to rush, Mommy doesn’t want her baby to choke,”

Atsumu nodded sweetly at her and then his movements turned deliberately slow as he picked the next piece of pancake and she had to stifle a laugh when he missed his mouth, much too busy with telling Toulouse why was it that they were talking about gifts and explaining that today was Christmas day.

They finished breakfast soon after and she was pretty sure that Atsumu had gotten more chocolate sauce on his cheeks and his chin than inside of his mouth, the boy whining and struggling to sit still as she wiped his face and his hands clean.

Once they were done, with the dirty dishes already inside the dishwasher, she extended her hand so that he could grab it and hop down the stool. She grabbed her newly topped coffee cup and guided him to the main living room, where they had placed the biggest Christmas tree.

There was another tree on the entrance hall, delicately decorated with ornate glass baubles, but she liked this one better - If only because the two of them had decorated it together and she smiled fondly at the memory of that day (Atsumu had snuck up behind her and picked her up suddenly, telling her very seriously that Mommy should be the one to place the star).

She looked to the boy at her side and, sure enough, Atsumu was vibrating in place, eyes scanning the truly immense amount of nicely wrapped gifts underneath the Christmas tree. (She was very grateful for the high ceilings of her Estate, because when they went to pick the tree, Atsumu had decided that his favorite tree out of all of the others was a 50ft tree and, honestly, she could never say no to his pleading look, not when he was all bundled up and with his face all pink from the cold, eyes barely peeking through his winter hat.).

She started the fireplace and walked to the corner of the room, coming back with a blanket, which she folded in half and placed on the floor near the tree. The house was warm, thanks to the excellent heating system, and the marble floors were heated as well, but still, she was not allowing her baby to sit directly on the floor.

She sat down on an armchair by his side and pulled her silk robe tighter around her body, “Okay, baby;” She started, smiling down at him. Atsumu’s face was decorated with a bright smile, “Why don’t you start with this one then?” She handed him a rectangular gift with a big purple bow on top.

He nodded happily and reached for the box, she watched as he took his time to unwrap it, carefully undoing the bow and mindful as to not tear the wrapping. Her smile widened as she took in his slack-jawed expression as he saw the contents inside of the box, “Mommy! Thank you!” He jumped forward and gave her a hug, with just enough warning for her to place down her coffee cup on the nearby side table.

Atsumu had been too shy to ask for it, but she had overheard him talking to Bokuto about how cool he thought the new PS5 was, “You are very welcome, baby;” She told him, kissing the top of his blonde hair, “Why don’t you pick the next one?”

So it went, with each unwrapped gift, she found herself with an armful of 6’3’ smiling volleyball setter, she finally gave up on her coffee and just let it be forgotten by her side.

Atsumu gasped with every gift. By the end of it, the large living room was a mess of colorful wrapping and bows and a litany of gifts - the new PS5, a variety of games to go with it (nothing too violent, Atsumu had gone to a boys’ night at Sakusa’s with Bokuto, Osamu and Hinata and they had played something called Resident Evil, the poor boy had had nightmares for almost a month and still couldn’t sleep without a night light); a collection of Nike’s top of the line sneakers that hadn’t been launched yet, but that she had managed to buy because the CEO owed her a couple of favors; a limited edition Rolex; a new laptop and a new phone; some toys and some books.

“Mommy, thank you so much!” He told her, setting his new iPhone to the side and crawling until he was in front of her, he stood on his knees and started playing with her fingers, “Mommy, those were a lot of gifts, didn’t have to buy ‘Tsumu so many gifts,'' His voice was small and his eyes had dimmed a little bit.

That just wouldn’t do, “Baby, Mommy wants to buy you all of the nicest things in the world!” She told him, purposefully making her voice sound over the top so that he would smile at her again.

“But Mommy,” He started and she cut him off. Leaning forward and kissing his forehead, hand smoothing his hair back and away from his face.

“Baby, Mommy will always buy you pretty things, Mommy loves you very much and Mommy loves to spoil you,” She told him, eyes serious and he bit his lower lip, as if pondering her words, before giving a soft sigh and nodding slightly, “Now, little one;” She started once more, “Mommy wants you to sit right there,” She pointed to his previously occupied spot on the dark blue faux-fur blanket on the floor, “And Mommy wants you to close your eyes, no peeking!” She directed and he looked at her questionly before doing as told.

She gave a playful pinch to his padded bottom as he crawled away from her and he squeaked in response, making her laugh, “Mommy will be right back! Eyes closed, remember!”

She laughed at his attempt to contain his enthusiasm and walked out of the room and to her study, quickly retrieving the box that she had set aside and returning to her waiting boy, “Are your eyes closed, little one?”

“Yes, Mommy!” He giggled sweetly.

“Okay then!” She said, placing the large baby blue box in front of him and sitting down once more. “Alright baby, open up,” As soon as she had finished saying the words, his eyes were popping open and instantly zeroed on the box in front of him, he looked up at her in confusion, “Well baby, go on!” She instructed and he tentatively poked the large silver bow on top of the lid.

Atsumu suddenly gasped, “Mommy, it moved!” He looked up at her with wide eyes and she couldn’t contain her laughter at his astonished expression.

“Really?” She gasped right back, voice full of laughter, “Then you better see what’s inside, don’t you think?”

Atsumu bit his lower lip again and hesitantly lifted the lid, as soon as he did, he was gasping wetly and looking up at her with surprised eyes full of tears, his cheeks were flushed pink and his mouth was open slightly in surprise, “Mommy! Is this really for me?” He asked, voice cautiously joyful.

Her tone was gentle as she replied, “Of course it is, baby;”

Atsumu sniffed and then slowly reached his hands inside to pick up the small kitten that was peering up at him with curious eyes, “Pretty!” Atsumu mumbled, the small Ashera kitten almost disappearing where she was being held by his large hands, “Is it a boy or a girl, Mommy?”

“She’s a girl, darling, Mommy was feeling a little bit lonely with so many boys in the house!” She teased him, and Atsumu gave her a cheeky smile, Toulouse placed at his side, “You need to pick a name for her;”

Atsumu tilted his head, studying the small kitten and giggling with delight when she gave him a tiny meow, followed by a small purr as he scratched behind her ears, “I don’t know, Mommy; You choose!” He finally gave up.

“Me, baby?”

“Yes,” He nodded very seriously, “I got to pick Toulouse’s name, ‘cause we’re both boys, now you pick her name, ‘cause you’re both girls!” He rationalized and she indulged him with a fond grin.

“Okay, baby;” She nodded, “I guess that I’ve always liked the name Ophelia,” She said after thinking for a moment, “What do you think?”

Atsumu’s eyes lit up once more, “I love it, Mommy!” He declared and she laughed.

“I’m glad, baby! Mommy will ask the jeweler to put her name on a tag for her collar tomorrow, okay?”

He nodded happily and then promptly ignored her altogether in favor of introducing Ophelia to Toulouse, informing the small kitten that they would be best friends and that she could keep Toulouse company when he was away for practice.

She shook her head in fond amusement, took a sip of her coffee and immediately grimaced at the cold beverage.

/*/

“Are you getting tired, baby?” Mommy asked him once Atsumu yawned for the third time, his eyes were fixed to the TV where Winnie the Pooh was playing. They had just finished having lunch and were back in the main living room.

She had made quick work of discarding the wrapping and organizing Atsumu’s gifts in neat piles. She looked down at the boy resting against her, he looked on the verge of dozing off.

She supposed that he could have his nap in the living room; The sofa had been custom made to be on the larger side and Atsumu looked pretty cozy.

Outside the sky was gray, the blizzard had come back in full force, but Mommy and Atsumu were safe inside their warm home. She had dimmed the lights in the hopes of easing the little boy into a nap and it seemed to be working, the warmth of the fireplace helping her endeavour. While she had made a quick trip to the bedroom to change into proper clothes, she had allowed Atsumu to remain on his pajamas and the combination of messy hair with his flushed cheeks, light blue pacifier bobbing softly between his lips and the top of his recently changed diaper just peeking through over the hem of his pants, he looked absolutely precious. “Mommy,” Atsumu whispered, eyes dropping.

She looked down at him. Her baby had his head pillowed by her legs, Toulouse held closely to his own chest, socked feet tucked underneath him; She smiled softly and reached behind her for the plush faux fur white throw blanket that she had bought especially for her baby, she covered him with the blanket and smoothed his hair away from his face, “Yes, baby?”

Atsumu gave her a soft little sigh in response, giggled sleepily when Ophelia snuggled close to his chest, “Hi, kitty,” He whispered, words slurred from sleep and because of the soother between his lips, “Mommy, stay?” He asked her, drowsy eyes staring up at her with unadulterated trust.

One of his hands was clutching Toulouse and the other he had curled into a loose fist as he gripped her shirt, Ophelia nestled herself on the crook of his neck, “Of course, baby,” She answered him, fingers deftly carding through his soft hair, “Mommy will always stay;” She smiled gently at him, his eyes nearly closing, “You can go to sleep now, little one; Mommy’ll watch over you and Mommy will be right here when you wake up.”

Atsumu sighed softly again, his next words were barely comprehensible, “I know that, Mommy; Lov’you.” He slurred and, before she could answer him, he was already fast asleep.

“Mommy loves you, too.” She said, just in case.

[flower-cage]

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Tags & warnings: 18+ only; fluff; crack; explicit sexual language.

[josh-kiszkas-tummy]

Hi! Alright, I’m getting a good idea of your gift. Now to ask the really important questions.

What turns you on in a fic?

I know Josh and his perfectly squeezable tiddies and tummy are your favorites. And pegging is on the activity list already. What are some other things that get you going? I wanna write an absolute charcuterie board of your favorite things in a fic 😎

Also! What are some things that you don’t like? Like words or actions in smut? I’m personally not a fan of the word “member” You can be as detailed as you’d like!

☀️✨🌙 - secret Santa 14

BABES OMG OKOK

Ok so like ass play is number One with him, I just wanna bite a chunk out of that man's ass 😩😩

And whiney bratty Josh is like top tier, also a complete tease, just flaunting his shit everywhere and you can't keep your eyes and hands off of him. But he also has a praise kink and needs your constant validation with everything he does and needs to be told how much of a good boy he is and how pretty his curves and face look just MUWAH! And also maybe some feminization like him in makeup or dressing in something really skanky and short 😌

And I completely agree with you, "member" just don't sound right, but I'm fine with anything as long as it's not something like shlong or some shit.

And I'm so excited to see what you come up with!!!