#belly bared

[theinternetisaweboflies]

Is the cat video cute?

Rating: 🐈 ⋆ 🧡 ⋆  🎀  𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝒻  🎀  ⋆ 🧡 ⋆ 🐈

[clashdojobellies]

[shades-cobalt]

[perfectly-round]

I guess, she's my GOAT for this moment, she's unbelievable!

[hairychestloversblog]

When he can’t decide wether to go completely shirtless while making breakfast, so just over halfway will just have to do 🤗🤗🤗🥵🥵🥵

[abundantfecundity]

[xoxoxogirl69]

Tasty 👅

[remiratboi]

Nightmare

Masterlist

Unknown Tentacle Monster X Human GN Fat Reader

CW: monsterfucking, dubcon, tentacles, multiple penetration, gagging

Ever since you had moved into the small, two bedroom home at the end of the road, you’d been having nightmares. Or really, one nightmare. Over and over again. It began only a few nights in. At first you had it occasionally. Maybe once or twice a month. Then it was once a week. Then twice a week. And here you were, only about 8 months in, plagued by the same reoccurring nightmare every time you closed your eyes.

It started slow. You’d think you were just waking up in the middle of the night. You’d open your eyes to darkness. The familiar shadows spilling in from the window. Fabric softener from your blanket and light rose from your air freshener. It was comforting. Until it wasn’t.

Suddenly the darkness became unnaturally so. Thick tendrils of pure blackness would break away from the rest of your surroundings and start slithering towards you.

You couldn’t move. Not sure if it were terror or lack or reality stopping your frantic escape.

The tendrils climbed up your bed posts and licked at your ankles. Your blankets ripped away from your body. You could do nothing as the darkness climbed your limbs and slipped under your clothes. Fear froze your lips.

Slowly, the darkness would pull your legs apart and waste no time in sinking deep into your depths. Soon both your sloppy holes were being roughly pounded, soft cries slipping from your mouth. Another tendril of black would pry your lips apart and writhe down your throat. Tears formed in your eyes while you were being gagged by… something

You’re thankful for the gag when, shortly, you, yourself are writhing, and would be loudly exclaiming. Your orgasm crashed through you, hard and viciously. It catches you off guard. You feel yourself pushing back slightly to meet the thrusts of the tendrils.

After what feels like hours and too many orgasms to count, the creature dumps an obscene amount of liquid in every hole. You’re filled to the brim with it. Slowly, it slips out of you, behind the retreating tendrils.

You wake with a start, sweaty, grasping the sheet in your hands. The bed is soaked below you.

But it was just a dream, right?

It wasnt real, right?

You tell yourself, not believing. But, yet, you go about your day, never trying to move or get away from that house. You’ll go to sleep again tonight, expecting, no, anticipating tonight’s nightmare.

[clashdojomorphs]

[franz01]

I'm sure no one will notice this little weight gain…

[elsecrytt]

you fucking hate your job.

unfortunately, you also need it.

some old money family hires you to play housekeeper for their weird ass son. satoru gojo, you think.

he's handsome. just looking at him is a treat; stark white hair, bright blue eyes, a face like an actual idol.

and then he opens his mouth. illusion ruined.

whatever. you don't care that much about his "wow! you really didn't dress up for work, huh?" and "so, let me guess... no boyfriend?" you’ve dealt with worse.

you'd been excited when you got this job. you're broke. the pay is great. you're ready to do anything to not get fired.

you keep the apartment completely spotless, despite how many candy wrappers and packages he leaves around, the disaster that is his stupid fancy bathroom. 

seriously, who leaves soap and shampoo everywhere like that? who jerks off in the shower that often? throws towels around and knocks bottles and toothbrushes over? it's like he's trying to leave a mess.

you do his laundry, which he just leaves on the floor like a goddamn animal. there's some clothes with gross, crusty white on them.

one time, you'd caught him staring at you while you picked it up, smirking all the while.

this is the guy you’re being paid to look after. and you’re fucking trying! god, do you ever try!

you cook meals from scratch, hours-long, intensive processes. you check his fridge, shamelessly dig through his garbage to see what he likes and try to make things he'll enjoy.

he leaves empty boxes of takeout on the counter, your homemade dinner in the trash, untouched.

it's in your contract. you can't not cook for him. and you can't eat anything, either, not when you're terrified of getting fired and he obviously likes to make you miserable.

and your landlord just informed you last month - rent will be going up. and not by a small amount.

you'd just finished digging yourself out of one hole and life kicks you right back down.

you don't know how you're going to make rent this month. fuck, you don't even know what you're going to have for dinner. if you can afford dinner. if you can even afford to put the heat on tonight.

it's not even a question. obviously the answer is no.

sitting on the plush, luxury couch in gojo’s apartment, you bury your head in your hands, and cry.

maybe you can get another job? but there's only so many hours in the day. you're so fucking sick of working all the time. you already do.

is it too much to ask for life to cut you a fucking break?

"what's wrong?" your least favorite voice interrupts - and a hand on your shoulder, shaking you, none-too-gently.

"don't tell me..." there's that smugness, "are you cryin'?"

"sorry, i just need a minute." you say, swallowing your anger to look him in the eyes. "i just got some bad news. my landlord is raising the rent next month."

"oh?" his tone is only getting worse, "so what? just move out. or get some roommates, or whatever you poor people do."

god, the fucking mouth on this man.

"soooo? sounds like poor planning on your part," satoru says, casually leaning onto the edge of the couch, "i just don't get why you're crying about it. like, that's kinda pathetic, you know?" he snickers -

SLAP

dead silence. a sting on your hand. satoru's face bent to the side. you don't even regret it. not right now, as angry as you are.

"you-" a rant is just about to spring from your lips, and then -

satoru grabs your hands, pulling them into his, right in front of his face.

his cheeks are dusted red. pretty eyes wide and dilated, fixed on you. mouth twisted in a grin.

you glance down to the front of his pants, where a noticeable bulge has formed.

"do it again."

[clashdojobellies]

[shades-cobalt]

This might be the best movement I've ever seen.

[perfectly-round]

[hairychestloversblog]

When your “Crush” bares his chest out on a run together, unaware how much he’s driving you crazy 🤪 🤪🤪🥵🥵🥵

[heavysambino]

I could barely get these pants on, I swear it makes my belly look bigger than it is.... Definitely isn't the 4 burgers I just had <3

Here is my cashapp if you wanna support! Again, no pressure <3

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