#fat burning cream for tummy

[pwettyaura]

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 — even when sylus is being nice, he can't help but be a little mean ♡

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔: fem reader, established relationship, cock warming, fingering, ruined orgasm, overstim, slight choking, pet names ꒰ sweetie, kitten, sweet little thing, good girl ꒱, refers to reader's pussy as 'her', pussy slapping, dacryphilia.

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: this thought plagued me at work, so i had to write it ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

sylus sits you in his lap so pretty, your legs hooked over his thick thighs, opened wide. his fat cock is stuffed to the hilt in your puffy little cunt, refusing to move and making you cry because you're so desperate to get fucked by your lover.

he pulls you back by your throat, presses your back to his strong chest, and the deep rumble of his timbre vibrates through your ribs as he speaks.

"you know what to do, sweetie," his index and middle fingers spread in a 'v' shape, parting your folds to expose your clit to the air. he rubs up and down, pinching the sensitive bud between his fingers.

you whine and pant, a soft sheen of sweat dampening your hairline, skin so hot you believe you may melt. you try to move your hips but he squeezes your throat firmly — a warning to keep you in your place.

"you want me to fuck you, you gotta get my dick wet first," he purrs with a depth that makes you gush around him, but it isn't enough.

sylus wants you to cum. he wants you squirming and trembling in his arms, creaming around him and dripping down his balls before he'll even entertain the idea of giving you what you want.

long fingers circle your sensitive bud, just enough to send shivers up and down your spine, your cunt squeezing him so nicely that he can't help but groan against your ear.

"such a greedy pussy.. can't be happy with what i give to her," he tuts, condescending and mean. tears sting your eyes at the overstimulation, his actions coming off more as torturous than pleasing.

"sylus, pleeease," you beg, your back bowing away from his abdomen. "need more, just... just a little more,"

you're already so high-strung, the coil in your belly wound up to its tightest, ready to burst at any moment. your hips thrust defiantly, and before you can register it, you've completely blacked out, head growing fuzzy and light as sylus slaps your clit, over and over again. it's more pain than pleasure, but still, your muscles twitch and burn as you drench his cock, your orgasm approaching whether you want it to or not, and sylus gives a shaky sigh.

your lashes are wet, forming little peaks as your frustration swells during the come-down. left horrendously unsatisfied, your tummy flutters with need, walls aching for more, more, more.

"aw, you're so pretty. what a sweet little thing you are," sylus grins, kissing the side of your head, squeezing your cheeks to hold you close. "if only you could listen as well as you take dick,"

your chest heaves with every breath. silent sobs tighten your throat as you tilt your head, leaning into his space.

"'m soh-ry..."

"hm? don't be sorry, kitten, i know you try," his words are honey-sweet. you know it's a facade. "but maybe you should try a little harder this time,"

he uses a flattened hand to massage your swollen folds, wet and flushed, already shaking in his embrace. "i pr... i promise, i promise..."

he grins knowingly. "that's my good girl,"

© 2024 pwettyaura. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost my work to other sites.

[hobies-gf]

On top 💭🕷️ hobie x fem reader

★ CW riding, cream pie, dirty talk, overstimulation, degradation, a little bit of praise ★ NOTES havent written anything in so long but im back now bbs, i promise ill post more

Riding Hobie always had it perks. You felt him deeper this way and he just loved to ogle at your breasts as you used him for your own pleasure.

Most times Hobie strayed away from this position, always preferring to give you what you want hard and rough till the bed shakes — but when you do get him into this position he can’t complain.

“Fuck baby, y’so wet all over me, nasty pussy can’ stop purrin’.” He groaned, throwing his head back and exposing his adam’s apple in the process.

You were bouncing on Hobie’s cock feverishly, palms on his chest and thighs burning. The constant sounds of wet skin clapping and clicking noises from just how much slick and cum had leaked out of your cunt filled the room and it was just so nasty that it only got you craving for more.

Hobie’s eyes were rolled all the way back into his skull, his hands shaking as he gripped you forcefully, pulling your hips down every time you lifted up. It was lewd, animalistic, but after cumming so many times neither of you cared enough to feel an ounce of shame.

You weren’t in any better state. You were drunk over the feeling off Hobie’s tip abusing the deepest parts of your pussy, clenching down on him just to feel the veins on his cock a little better. Drool leaking out the sides of your mouth, mind so fucked with pleasure that you didn’t even have the thought of ever closing your mouth. Yet you continued to bounce and bounce on his cock.

“Needy puppy, fuckin’ ‘erself stupid on my cock.” Hobie grunted. He planted his feet firmly on the bed and began thrusting up into you, his large hands holding you down by the hips. You cried out helplessly, your back arching painfully as you experience this entirely new wave of pleasure. It was too much, but with the way your tongue fell out from your mouth, Hobie only pounded into you harder.

“Like a bitch in heat.” He laughed. He laughed and it was really so annoying that he had the capabilities to make fun of you when you were a complete, fucked out mess on top of him.

"Ho — Hobie! S'too much!" You squealed.

You wrap your hands around his wrists and try to push him away because every sticky thrust had your thoughts fucked out of your mind and you wanted so desperately to keep yourself together somehow. But Hobie was so mean. So mean with the way he just laughs again and shakes his head. He flips the position and suddenly your back is on the mattress, knees right by your head and the squelching of his fat cock bullying it's way into your cunt only gets louder.

"Oh fuckfuckfuck — daddy s'too much, please please!" You look down and watch as Hobie continues to fuck into your messy cunt at a bruising pace. Lines of slick constantly breaking from his hips and your cunt every time he pulled away. His cock covered in your cum and it was all just so dirty.

"C'mon baby, cream on daddy's cock — mmh yeah, y'can do it, give it t'me nice and good." Hobie groaned. He slowed down a little but only to fuck you with deeper strokes. The tip of his cock pushed out parts of your belly and you could faintly see the outline of his dick through your skin. "Make a mess on this cock puppy — be fuckin' nasty with it."

Your breath was caught in your throat, head tilted back, back arched and eyes squeezed shut. It was too much, too many times did you come tonight — but were you really in a place to complain when your hips started to fuck back against Hobie's thrusts? Your body was so dirty, eager for pleasure when mentally you were completely gone.

The knot in your tummy quickly made itself known and you began thrashing on the bed, pathetic whines pushed out of you every time Hobie pushed his hips flush against yours.

"'M gu— gunna cum." You sniffle, and Hobie thinks you look all too pretty, all too angelic for a situation like this. Pussy fucked, filled and stretched with all his cum. Legs lewdly spread, and your cute breasts bouncing every time he pushed in. His dirtiest angel.

"Cum baby, 'n scream m'name when ya do."

Your cunt tightened up around his cock and with a few more thrusts you creamed all over his dick like he asked, "Hobie!" Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you choke up a little, hands flying up to press your nails into Hobie's skin.

"Yeah, that's right pretty." Hobie moaned, his release soon following after as if your climax served as a catalyst for his own. You feel his warm cum fill you up for the last time for the evening, adding more to other loads Hobie had dumped into you. It was overflowing now and he clicked his tongue disapprovingly when he saw his cum spill out of your pussy as he pulled out.

“Bred y’so well hm?” Hobie brought up two fingers and fucked all the cum back in you slowly, your quiet cries do nothing to stop him.

You were tired out, exhausted and limp on the bed — only for your eyes to widen when you feel the fat tip of Hobie’s cock press up against your entrance, “One last round?”

[introloves]

toji 🤝 mating press after that trailer has been rotting my mind my entire nervous system GOODBYE

ME TOO, daddy kink + mating press + biting + praise + petnames + raw sex + cream pies + he treats you like a princess when you’re in a mating press + toji is a very condescending person <3

think he puts you in the meanest mating press, the type where all you can do is hold onto his biceps and pray he doesn’t give or let you go (he never does)… the type where you can see your feet dangle helplessly from the crook of his arms- wondering in between the peppered kisses he leaves at your hairline why he’s affectionate, so touchy.

wondering why the weight of his body and every stroke starts a creeping orgasm in the pit of your belly. trying to blink away tears, staring up at him bleary eyed and nearly incoherent.

tethered by only his saccharine words- cooing small praises that make you wanna hide from everyone, pinned by his stare and the press you’re in, waiting for you to call him by that title that makes his eyes own eyes tip back into his head.

“come on angel.” he always whispers, words squeezed out between thrusts that feel like they might shatter your hips.

“say it.” toji murmurs, digging his teeth into the fat of your cheek when you gasp and try to arch up but are reminded at how much you’re unable to move or do anything. the simmering feeling of embarrassment just adding onto the whole thing, painting your body in a burning heat.

“daddy.” you cry, trying to keep your bottom lip from quivering, body reminded that while his inhuman strength and stamina keeps you folded down- it’s at the cost of your own integrity.

“atta girl- there’s my baby, letting daddy take care of you.” toji smiles, a wicked thing- a silent warning before he digs his feet into the bed and grabs at the back of your knees. hiking them up further, not sure he’s even thrusting now- settled to use your own body against you, bouncing your ass off the bed.

“gunna cum pretty for me, yeah? gunna give daddy what he wants? gunna let me cum in that pretty pussy?” words dressed up like questions that have no answer to them, because you will- and he’ll make sure that you do.

watching every twitch of your body, stopping every movement when you finally gasp- seize up tight against him and gush everywhere.

painting the lower half of his tummy in your cum, unable to hear the mean chuckle that rumbles deep in his chest, amused by how quick you listen.

“yeah, that’s a good girl.” he praises, waiting for your wails to quiet down, knowing that he’s not anywhere done- holding onto all the cum he’s saved just for you.

black hair tickling you when he leans back down to bite at your swollen lips- licking the inside of your panting mouth.

“how many more will you give me before it’s my turn, hm angel?” he wonders, once again smiling at the shudder running up your body, already tired.

“d-dunno daddy.” you breathe- waiting for him to choose for you.

[tteokdoroki]

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜ with isagi and any kink !!!!!!

☆༉ — YOICHI ISAGI: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ i’m sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.❜

extension. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. public humiliation, free-use, voyeurism + fem!reader, nsfw.

things to note. RAAA !!! luna im sorry this is so late but i was excited to do this one pls enjoy i missed isagi saur much !!!! <3

your boyfriend, isagi, is sometimes prone to selfish tendencies.

being the japanese football league’s diamond in the rough and all-star player has meant that all the best and softest parts of him have become more rigged and hard around the edges. he takes what he can get, even if it means leaving other people behind — you have to be selfish to be at the top, it’s something that you understand. 

your boyfriend is never selfish when it comes to making you feel good. 

if yoichi can help it, he has you creaming on his tongue, fingers or cock at least twice a day when his games are at home. it’s almost double on the days that you visit him while he plays away or accompany him to tournaments. he can’t keep his hands off you, can’t stop himself from needing you or claiming you — his good luck charm. especially after he wins a match, even more so if he loses one. come rain or shine, isagi is selfish with how he teases and uses your body…even in front of his friends and fellow teammates.

“y-yo…yoichi s-stop!” you gasp, face hot and voice strained.

“stop? oh i don’t think so,” isagi growls, speeding up his skilled fingers as they dance over your slit and press his name into your clit. “i don’t think you want me to stop, precious. whatever happened to ‘yes, yoichi.’ ‘whenever you want, yoichi.’, hm?”

choking on your own words, the spit that weighs down your tongue as you drool dumbly from the pleasure — you relax back into your boyfriend, fluttering around the circumference of his leaky cock as it breaches your tight, wet walls. “good girl, relax for me. let me fuck that princess hole open, hm?” he kisses the side of your face, peering down between your soiled shaky thighs to watch the way you selfishly suck him in, your cunt dribbling slick down his shaft and balls. “i love you. so fucking much.” 

isagi’s hands slip up your shirt, exposing your perky nipples, all hard for him, to the rest of the van to see. his teammates, your friends. as far as locker room talk goes, all of the blue lock boys know that you and yoichi have a particularly wild and active sex life — but they’ve never been around to see it. except for bachira, and sometimes rin. 

from across the van you can see ten sets of eyes watching you as if you’re a fountain of cold water isn’t he middle of a scorching desert — a sweet mirage for them to drink in as if they’re dying of thirst. kunigami respectfully looks out of the window when he catches your teary bambi gaze, though he does nothing to conceal the fat erection he’s sporting. nagi writhes in his seat with pink cheeks and parted lips, the front of his joggers already soiled by his leaking cock. and if you squint hard enough, you can see the way that bachira already fists his painfully hard dick to the rhythm of isagi’s shallow thrusts. 

shame intertwines with the lust that simmers in your lower tummy, coursing through your veins and spreading like a cloud over the thoughts in your brain. you like this, you like being watched while your boyfriend ravages you in front of his friends, cream frothing at the base of his shaft as it twitches inside of you.

you’d be absolutely miserable right now if you weren’t getting fucked a million ways to cloud nine — isagi’s hand on your blistering hot mound, spreading your folds and exposing your budding clit to the cold world and cruel stares. “‘ichi,’” you whimper pathetically despite bucking your hips down on him, chasing the delicious burn of his girth stretching out your sloppy walls as his cockhead glides over your g-spot. “i-ichi please…’m embarrassed… they’re watching!”

“what’s that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.” he seethes, teeth sinking into your earlobe as he forces you to listen to the salacious, sticky sounds your pussy makes as he fucks himself into you. “listen to her cryin’ for me, you’re tellin’ me you want me to stop?” you can only imagine how long isagi would keep you on the edge of orgasm if you said yes. 

when he was like this, fuelled by his excitement for the next match — he would get mean, toy with you like a cat with a ball of yarn. he twists his fingers along your sensitive clit you, winds you up from the inside and you let him. “you’re so naughty, baby. letting them look, pretty girl. you want them to see what they can’t have. what winners get when they play right.” 

gasping, your head falls against isagi’s shoulder — followed by his breathy chuckle. his hands cascade along your body, pinching and pulling, tracing your dips and curves and scars. he might be selfish enough to take you in front of the people who know you more innocently, but he’ll still prioritise your orgasm over his own. he knows just what makes you tick, how to get your pretty hole spluttering and clenching around his thick dick like there’s no tomorrow. 

“you gonna cum for me, baby?” yoichi breathes hotly, his sticky fingers, the ones coated in your juices, coming up to grab your neck tenderly — guiding your gaze up to meet his feverish midnight blue stare. his cherry bitten lips slip into a soft smirk while he languidly rolls his hips into you — feeling your arousal slide down your slit, his balls and even between your cheeks to create a slick slapping sound with the intensity of his thrusts. “go ahead, you’re such a good girl. wanna see it, make me proud, ‘kay?”

that’s all you really need to hear before your vision starts to shake and your body siezes up all at once. feathery and high pitched moans bubble up on your wet lips, your hand tangling in isagi’s sweaty dark locks while he rocks into you through your high — your juices splash out against the seat in a never ending stream — only fuelled by the team’s grunts and accompanying moans from watching you cum.

“yoichi…” you whine, back arching away from his chest and hips lifting away from his.

his lips drop to your neck in a loving and reassuring kiss as his hands settle on your waist to pull you back down onto his aching cock. “so good, precious.” he goads condescendingly. “‘m right behind you, keep that orgasm going for me.” 

it’s not long before your fluttering cunt is flooded with a pool of thick, white seed — tacky and warm against your ribbed walls. isagi muffles himself by biting down on your salt-licked flesh, panting happily against you as whe rubs approving circles into your hips. 

a silence in the van follows, only interjected by the bother boys and their own highs. “s-she just lets you use her like that?” kunigami mumbles, red in the face and embarrassed by the fact that he just nutted to his best friend’s girl. 

isagi wraps his arms around you, soothing your fatigue with sweet kisses. “i mean yeah, we talked about. it’s something she likes.” he squeezes you possesively as you drift off. “we both do.” 

“lucky,” bachira grins sickly, tucking his own wet dick away. “when do we get a turn, isagi?” 

“when you’re dead.” your boyfriend retorts, selfishly, which makes you smile sleepily into his chest. “she’s mine, and will only ever be mine.” 

sometimes your boyfriend can be selfish — but you’re mostly grateful for it because it means your chest fills with love and warmth whenever he’s possessive over you. 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[sashiavi]

It's Fathers Day in Australia :D

Let's read some Kent Filth ♡

Warnings: 18+ Smut | daddy kink | breeding&unsafe sex | mean!Kent | cheating | dirty talk | objectification | aftercare | Kent is a mess ♡ | Word count : 1215

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"Daddy.. Please~" Your voice cracks, hand reaching behind you, fingers lovingly grabbing at Kent's hip bone. Your poor hand gets squished between the fat of your ass and the taught skin of his hip, hit with his snappy thrusts against you from behind.

"Ughnn.. Shut the fuck up." The older man growls, roughly threading his fingers through your own, ripping you off of his skin as if it burned, pinning your hand above your head, pressing into the mess of sheets and pillows above.

Kent will never admit it out loud. But that filthy little name you throw at him had his cock throbbing, gut squeezing with arousal- Hips snapping harder, rougher, deeper against your ass, watching it ripple prettily while his cock takes your cunt. He hates it. Hates that he loves it. Hates that every whiny babbling call of his 'name' had him going crazier for you.

"Sorry, Daddy~ Can't- Can't help it..!" You whine, pathetically wiggling your hips on his cock, trying your best to fuck back on him. Yoba. You were such an entitled little Brat, weren't you? Silly girl coming on to him, breaking every age rule in the book, needy and in heat, practically forcing him to fuck you like this.

"What'd I fucken' tell Ya'?" He plays mean, as if he wasn't grabbing your hips, like he wasn't mounting up on your cunt from behind, acting like he hated you when in reality; Fuck, he loved this. And he was sure you knew it too.

You had him pistoning his hips into your gooey cunt, cock raw and unwrapped, chubby thick head oozing globs and dribbles of pre cum. Oh how you spread for him, back arched so prettily, legs nice and wide, hands clawing at whatever fabric you could twist your fingers through above your head. Face down ass up all for him to fuck.

"Pleaseee.. pleaseplease~ K-Kent!" You cry into the mattress, hiccuping a moan when his hand comes down to the flesh of your ass with a bruising clap.

"Try again." He grits through his teeth, eyes zeroed in on the pretty little sloppy ring of cream around his length. It was a game. Push and pull. His silly little mistress never getting anything correct, only earning punishment after punishment with everything your slutty mouth says. Serves you right. For enticing him like this, for making him do this to you, to his family- Fuck.

"Daddyyyy~ getting close, sososoclose! Can I cum? Please? Pleasepleaseplease~" Your voice cries. One of his large hands comes down to the back of your head, fingers spindling through your hair, palm forcing your stupidly cute face into the mattress. The other? Palming a hard caress down your tummy, to your spread legs, tucking nicely between them, fingers rubbing feverishly on your swollen, puffy clit.

"Behave and you will, Baby." Like you could actually do anything right for him, as if he had a proper set of special rules for you to follow. All you could do was lay there, look pretty and Take. Daddy's. Dick.

Take that thick cock, let him use and abuse your gushy pussy, let out all those frustrations, don't say a fucken' word about this to anyone, Daddy'll be mad, Yeah? Don't wanna ruin this, do you?

Yeah. That's right. Take what he gives you. Be his pretty fuck toy, little dolly pussy all swollen and puffy just for him. Just for Daddy.

"Cumming! Cummin'cummingcummingg~ Daddy! Daddy please, fuck-!" Such vulgar words spewing off of your tongue, cunt clenching hot on his cock, practically forcing him to breed up your tummy. It's your fault. For calling him that, for bouncing back on his lap while he mounts you, for crying so prettily, for clenching and squeezing him with your dumb orgasm. His fingers don't stop, still bullying at your clit, rubbing in tight little circles while you sob out your moans.

That's it. Make a pretty mess. Gush on him, lube up his cock just like that-

"Ughhnn Fuck. Squeezin' me like that- S' like you want me to cum in you- S'that it? Trying to make me a Daddy for real??" He groans up from his throat as if he didn't have loving little family back home. Who was he to deny you? Especially with those begs, 'yes, yes, yeses' babbling at him, rim of cream around his cock gone all sticky and soaked with arousal and your own wet, messy orgasm.

"So needy, aren't you? Fuck- lucky your pussy's so sweet yeah? Makin' me do this t'ya- all your fault.. All. Your. Fucken'. Fault." His hips snap in sharp staccatos, mimicking each syllable of his nasty words.

You're not even responding properly anymore, fucked dumb, twitchy and squirming, only babbling broken cries of that name and pleading little sobs for him to just cum. Your legs shake and falter, slumping under him, practically forcing him to set you straight, hold those thighs rough and tight and use you like a doll. That's it. That's right, little Dolly- His personal little toy pussy for him to fuck and breed-

"Fuhck-" Kent's throat growls, teeth grit and hips stilling hard against your cunt when he catches a glimpse at your pretty, teary eyes. God, don't look at him like that, over your shoulder, blinking tears down your cheeks, mouthing sweet begs and praises of "Daddy- Daddy Please!" Nearly absolutely breathless and voided of your crackled voice. One hand roughly squeezes your jaw, smushing your lips into a plump pout for him to kiss and lick into- lapping his tongue on your own, mixing spit and tears while he empties his heavy balls into the depths of your suckling cunt.

Pulse after pulse, Daddy cumming in his dumb Girl, that little toy pussy, hot ropey spurts ribboning into a lovely puddle in your guts, breeding you up.

He shushes you meanly, growling and grumbling, hot swears and nasty, hard thrusts, a big mean Bully. He fucks you like he hates you, spanks and yanks, biting, pulling, pinning- all until he should cum and leave you there, soaked and spilling.

But Yoba, he's not moving anywhere.

He's gonna lay here a while, cock nice and nestled, all sticky and half hard, squished into your pudgy, swollen little cunt. He's gonna press his warm, sweat-stuck hairy chest on your back, thick arms snuck under your front, coddling your breasts in his palms, smushed into a lazy prone bone. He's gonna kiss you, peppery over your sweaty neck, broad nose nuzzling under your ear, chapped lips whispering the softest little praises you'd ever heard in your life. He's gonna tell you "S'Okay," All slurred and rumbly with no effort put into announciating.

Neither of you can help it, right? He's just so frustrated all the time, he can't stand being home, having the awful pressure to play 'Dad' and 'Husband', having to live up to those impossible expectations. You do such a good job at helping him, no thoughts no needs- just a sweet, drippy cunt for him to fuck everything away.

"Sucha' Good job.. Mmm..." His hips meanly buck, arms tightening at the sweet, sobby hiccup of a moan you let out for him. Nawh, he's nearly broken you. Just a little more.. Give yourself to Daddy, Baby.

[mukbangg]

I need billy the kid baby batter in me.

18+

Imagine you're a cowgirl ☝️

You're independent and kinda stoic, you keep to yourself and do what's necessary to get by whether it be cattle rustling or taking up whatever odd jobs ranches offer.

You never stay in one place too long , settling wasnt an option for a woman like you.

Then you meet Billy and it's like hes knocking down all you walls, wiggling between the cracks hes made in your strong facade.

One thing leads to another....and you find yourself in bed with him, having charmed his way between your legs.

Now you're no prude but it's hard to find a decent guy around who doesnt try to walk all over you or put you down just for being a woman, much less a good fuck.

Billy, ever the sweet boy, does no such thing, though he does insist on calling you "doll"or even "my lady".

So when hes between your thighs, tongue lapping at your wet folds, hes pleasantly surprised (and delighted) when you admitted in uncharacteristic shyness, that you've never had anyone gone down on you.

"Oh doll...."

Billy coos, trying to hide how eager he was, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the fat of your thighs.

"Lemme take care of you, hmm?"

With a warm grin, he starts slow, peppering your thighs with kisses, tongue licking thick stripes through your folds slowly. Soon enough he has you in a mewling mess, arm thrown over your face to hide your embarrassment. You hardly had the chance to register him getting more aggressive, messily slurping up from your hole to clit. Before you know it, your thighs were folded up as he grips the back of your knees to handle you quite literally like a doll.

You try to prop yourself up dazedly, breathless from his hot kisses and filthy promises but he flattens a large palm over your tummy and pushes you back down.

Toned arms locks you in place as he devours your sloppy cunny, mouth open like he wants to swallow you down as he splits between tongue fucking your drooling hole and sucking your clit.

And you? You're gone up and dead in heaven because if the pleasure hasn't ended you yet, the shameless whines and whimpers that tore our your throat would have had you burning in humiliation when you came to your senses.

To be broken down into such a needy mess and he hasnt even stuffed you full of cock yet...jesus when did you become such a whore?

But hes shaking his head as he eats your pussy, moaning and slurping so loudly its vile, saliva pooling with your slick and dribbling down to your puckered hole, and you blank out.

Mind surrendering your last thread of sense to mindless pleasure, hands flying down to fist at his curly hair, gasping for air desperately, gods how is he so good??

Billy pulls back to spit harshly on your cunt, one large palm enough to hold both your legs up while the other hand's fitting two thick fingers to curl roughly up into that sweet spot that has you seeing stars.

"That feels good, huh doll?"

He chuckles, watching your mouth form a surprise 'o',  eyes rolling back as you buck your hips and try to grind down even more.

"Words doll, tell me how it feels. You're smart enough aren't you?"

"Yeeeess billy!!"

You practically sob out, earning a snort of amusement from the man. He dips his head back down and tears spill down your blotchy cheeks when he starts making out with the sensitive nub. His fingers are pumping ruthlessly into you, squelching so loud you think you might have pissed yourself somewhere along the line.

You hiccuped, trying to buck your hips up to hump his face, and he pulls back to chuckle breathlessly before diving back in again.

Then his teeth grazes your aching clit just right and you tug harshly at his hair, head lolling back in a silent scream as you creamed on his fingers. Whimpers and broken whines tumbles from your lips as you go slack, mind fuzzy in the aftershocks of pleasure. Billy pulls his fingers out, dragging his tongue through your slick folds up to collect your juices and press a kiss to your sensitive clit, before he slots himself between your thighs.

Hes leaning over you, one elbow pressing into the bed by your head while the other arm hooks under your head as he nuzzles into your hair and mumble soft praises.

"S'good for me doll....think you earned my cock?"

Hes rubbing the ruddy head of his leaky cock through your pussy slowly, bumping your clit each time.

"Wan'it? Shes drooling all over me,"

Billy slurs against your mouth, tongue swirling and you vaguely register the salty tang of your own cunny, eyes rolling back like hes devouring your last shred of coherence.

"Think shes hungry for my cum,"

Billy mumbles all sweet and soft against your lips, gentle like hes cooing to a baby(your pussy).

"Think I'll fit in her? Doll?"

And you're squealing brokenly as he pushes the fat head of his cock in, stretching your pussy out as you dig your nails into his bicep by your head, sweet pain pleasure prickling at the base of your spine.

"you'll hold your own legs up after I stretch your hole out with my cock and let me taste you again, 'kay doll?"

He says it with such fondness you can only nod dumbly, then hes snapping his hips harshly and you dont know how you'll live without his cock after this.

Maybe you'll settle this time after all.

[rhinestonz]

☆ CLEAN IT UP ☆

The way your ass moved when he fucked you like this never ceased to amaze Geto. The way he wanted to set up camera after camera just to see your curves from every angle irked him. The urge was too strong , he just had to see you. Had to see how your tits bounced , how your mouth hung open , how your ass rippled as he hit you from behind. “ Fuck baby , I’m so sorry “ he cursed out , sultry voice soothing your ears. “Fuck you Geto ~” you choked out , “ if you think some dick is going to make up for this your so full of yourself” you said confidently. “Baby …” Geto started , furrowing his brows in faux concern “… is that why your arms are giving out ?”

Suguru Geto x thick!reader. Reader is poc. Doggy style. Pussy eating. Missionary. Eye contact. Sweet talk. Suguru is sweet.

☆ Geto was almost always away , he’d met you abroad on a mission actually. It was like lust at first sight rather than love. His eyes immediately scanning your figure, curvy as ever. Boobs full in your dress shirt and hips begging to be freed from the confines of your pencil skirt. Not to mention your ass , that grazed against his cock so many times during that mission that it ended with you full of his cock as he begged you to come home with him. So here you were , in your shared home , cleaning up the blood that trailed in with your boyfriend. Wincing away when he tried to kiss you. He took notice of your tired expression. “ baby what’s wrong ?” He inquired, pulling his hair tie out, letting his locs free. You simply grumbled , looking down at the ground , mopping furiously. He quickly got the hint , “ Oh baby I’m so sorry, the mission was hard” he pleaded, grabbing your hands , kissing the light of your palms. You still looked away from him , your bottom lip jutted out. “ The mission is always hard isn’t it ?” You sassed. 

And that’s why you were in this position now. Ass jiggling lewdly with every slap of Suguru’s hips. You swear you loved this so much. You told him that this wouldn’t make up but damn… you might just forgive him. His cock being hugged by your walls. His thrusts, fast but nestling deep inside you. Fat tip kissing your cervix. His huffing and small low grunts. This was bliss. Bliss , all you could feel as you creamed on his cock. White liquid, dripping slow down below you like honey. Your arms flickered as your chest heaved up and down. Your boobs moving with every breath. You don’t know what persuaded you to think he was done, this was Geto after all. 

“Cmon baby , gotta make it up dont I ?” He teased, hands digging into the fat of your hips as he turned you around. Your tits jumping , sloshing around in a circle before resting. Only to start to bounce again as Geto’s cock fucked into you. Your face burned, you couldn’t handle the way his dark eyes stared into yours. Studying your face , the way it contorted in pleasure. His large hand pushing down on your stomach , trying to feel himself under the fat of your tummy. “ There I am baby , can you feel me ?” He asked , lips curling into a smirk. “ Sorry dumb question , I’m all you can feel right ?” He slurred, making your face burn even more as those words broke the dam inside you. You felt your liquids gushing down his length. “ fucckkk Geto '' you whimpered out, feeling your prior confidence melt under his gaze. Your hands covering your face with urgency. And he took that personally ( 😒). Cock sliding out of you as his hand came to scoop up your wrist like nothing. Prying your hands away from your face , watching tears form as your eyes met his again. 

“ Look at me baby “ he coaxed, face lowering towards your cunt as his tongue swirled around the pink flesh. His eyes never left yours. You shut your eyes closed, biting your lip from the numb ache of overstimulation. You felt a slap on your thigh that he had pried open as a warning to look at him. Thighs pried open and wrist held behind your back. Your one free leg trying to push him away desperately. He detached himself from you just for a moment, looking up at you. “ Baby , let me clean you up , isn’t that why you're mad ? Cuz I’m messy ? Let me clean the mess' ' he said , smashing his lips back down to your core , lapping up all the juices until you were as pristine as before. Letting go of your wrist , watching your body fall back, chest still heaving up and down. “ Does that make up for it baby ~?” Suguru coed as he climbed next to you , hands lacing around your waist. You managed to roll your eyes `` sure “ you huffed out, lacing your arms around him too , placing a small kiss to his forehead. 

[valgodd]

You sit in the waiting room of the doctors office, nervously fidgeting your hands. It’s time for the annual health check up. You sure had a good year, the trousers digging into your belly are proof of that.

A nurse calls your name. Are you imagining things, or did she she do a double take when she saw you, her eyes lingering slightly over your pudgy mid section? She offers you a polite, professional smile though, and lead you into the office.

The doctor, a graying fit man man in his late fifties, sits behind his desk, endorsed in paper work.

”Welcome mr/ms Y/N” he murmurs. He glances at you over his spectacles, his eyes sweeping over your red, round cheeks, budding double chin and protrouding belly. ”Well you certainly look… healthy. Shall we get started?” He gestures towards an old fashioned manual steele scale. You step on it with a loud *clonk*. The doctor raises an eyebrow and adjusts the metal weight until the scale is in balance. He looks in his notes and scoffs, almost sounding amused.

”Well well… you were close to underweight last time we weighed you. Now however… you seem to have fattened up quite nicely.”

You swallow, feeling very self concious.

”H-how much have I gained?”

”It seems to be… almost sixteen kilos”

”Sixteen kilos?” That was more than you had expected. 

”Sixteen kilos” the doctor confirms ”Thats… quite much in just a years time.”

”Well there obviously must me something wrong with your scale” you say with an akward laugh. The doctor smirks. ”The scale is perfectly fine, I asssure you. Any… changes of habits recently?”

”Well…” you are tempted to lie, but the doctor looks at you sternly. 

”Well what?”

”Uhm I guess I… relaxed a bit recently” you admit ”I-I moved in with my partner… They’ve been cooking a lot for me… And I haven’t gone to the gym as… frequently as I used to” your voice trails off.

”Uhuh. That explains alot, doesnt it? Well, last time I saw you, you were a scrawny little thing and you sure needed to put on a few. Sixteen kilos though… That’s overdoing it. You need to get rid of that gut” the doctor pats your tummy condencendingly. 

”Yes doc” you say and and clench your jaws. How could you have let yourself go like this? Why didn’t anybody tell you you were getting so big?

”We should measure your body fat to, dear. Pull up your shirt for me, will you?”

You reluctantly pull up your shirt and reveal a pale, squishy midsection.  The doctor takes a metal clisp and take a firm grip on your belly roll between his thumb and indexfinger. You feel the cold metal against your skin, and winces as the clisp pinches you.

”Godness me…” he murmurs. You swallow. ”Well you certainly haven’t been starving” the doctor chuckles as he scribbles down some notes in his papers. ”So… tell your partner to cut down on the butter and cream in their cooking. It really isnt doing you any favours. Maybe go on some brisk walks together. By next year, I want to see you trimmed down. Okay?”

You nod and manage a polite smile.

After the meeting, your partner meets you up outside the doctors office. They give you brief kiss on the lips and squeeze your sides. 

”How was the doctors appointment love?”

”Well…”

”You look upset, is everything alright?”

You sigh.

”Well the doctor told me I had gained too much weight” you murmur.

”Oh love…”

”Yeah… god it was so humiliating” you press your palms against your eyes, feeling tears burn under your eyelids. Your partner pulls you into an embrace.

”My poor baby… Hey hey…. Shh… Its okay, its okay... We’ve had a good year, haven’t we? Its been so nice to see you eat whatever you want, to your hearts content. I would hate him to ruin that for you love”

You nod, sniveling. Your partner strokes your belly in calming circles.

”Screw him. Tell you what love” your partner lowers their voice to a whisper ”I just made your favourite eclairs. The ones with chocolate cream. Why dont we go home and have some?”  

You can’t help but light up.

”Oh yes those are my favourite” you murmur longingly with a moan, feeling your mouth water. 

”Hey I knew that would put a smile on your  face” you partner chuckles and pinches your chubby cheek lovingly ”Lets go home dear, let me take care of you”

[gallusrostromegalus]

You mentioned once that Mai Valentine likes her sweets boozy and also you had a bunch of other preferred flavor profiles for TPOFATGIF. Any chance of something similar for AEIWAM?

I know Kubo made canon notes on everyone's favorite and least favorite foods, but this is for the AEIWAM versions of the characters. Here's much of the cast's food preferences, as characterization practice:

Ichigo:

As much as he gets teased for it and his name, Ichigo loves him some fruit. He will inhale any fruit or juice left unattended within arm's reach of him in seconds. Melons, berries, pineapple, pears, guava- he does not care. There is fruit, it's going in him. Isshin is pleased his son likes healthy snacks but sometimes the grocery bill can get alarming. Ichigo's least favorite food is anything with capsaicin in it- being a ginger means he's unusually pain-sensitive and with an equally touchy tummy. It burns on both ends and all the way through the middle too.

Orihime:

Tatsuki likes to joke that the gods were drunk when they made Orihime, and they put her taste buds in backwards. Truth is, Orihime is a sensation-seeking kind of autistic girl and loves novel flavors more than anything else. She read "salt, fat, acid, heat" and took it's advice very literally, so you end up with things like "cream (fat) of tuna (salt) balsamic vinegar (acid) sriracha (heat) casserole" . The only thing Orihime really dislikes is foods she's gotten bored of.

Chad:

Beef. The boy needs beef. Chad spent his early adolescence on his Grandfather's Cattle Ranch in Mexico, allowed to eat as much red meat as he wanted and his physique shows it. Now he's back in Japan where it's prohibitively expensive and he is DYING. Please. He is a large carnivore. He can't live like this. Chad's least favorite food is ironically, his most reliable source of red meat: the fast food burger. It's not the same. It mocks him.

(More Karakura Gang and Some Captains under the cut)

Uryuu:

Uryuu is the son of a doctor and a little weirdo in his own right and he will assemble a baked potato or disassemble a slice of pizza with surgical precision. He just sort of likes customizing his food before he eats it. Hence, his least favorite foods are things where all the ingredients are mixed together and inseparable, like stews and casserole.

Tatsuki:

Tatsuki is a hot wings afficionado- she likes all the flavors, because there's a lot of really nice flavor interactions in the milder sauces, but also, the hotter the better. She once entered a hot wings eating contest in middle school where every round was hotter than the last and sailed easily into the "scorpion death pepper" round before being declared the winner, much to her disappointment. She was still hungry, and those were a 5/10 at most for her. Tatsuki's least favorite food with anything with even a hint of clams or other mollusc shellfish in it. She hasn't been diagnosed with an allergy, but given her extreme aversion to shellfish, she's not going to press her luck.

Keigo:

Keigo lives on a rancid diet of junk food, novelty soda, and instant ramen and likes it that way, thank you. Ichigo periodically makes him eat an apple at sword point to get some kind of fiber and vitamin into him. Keigo's least favorite food is anywhere can't cook in a microwave, and all vegetables.

Mizuiro:

Mizuiro is way too vain about his skin and hair to live on Keigo's garbage raccoon diet, but he can't cook to save his life. His favorite foods are multivitamins and everything he can get delivered, and his least favorite is anything deep-fried and greasy

Rukia:

Rukia was raised in fantasy medieval Japan, but is a "I'll try anything once!" Girl and this has lead to her favorite food being Oregano. Favorite condiment. Puts it on everything, even ice cream. Once things calm down a little when she returns to soul society, she gets Orihime to send her a "care package" of assorted spices, snacks and modern "puzzle" foods (juice boxes and ramune) to show to Byakuya, who starts inviting friends and coworkers over to try these things too, and the resulting video makes Ichigo laugh hard enough to rip out a few of his stitches. Rukia's least favorite food is jellybeans, because she can never remember the flavors and keeps putting bad combinations of them in her mouth.

Renji:

Like Chad, Renji needs his fucking protein, and sure loves him some beef, but he's also got that ADHD Hyperfocus going on and regularly forgets to eat so while he's not specifically partial to the flavors, his favorite food in terms of 'keeping him alive and hale' is nutritional protein shakes. Like Ichigo, Renji is also partial to fresh fruits and has the spice tolerance of a recipe blogger from Kansas, but he does have an extremely strong aversion to Bananas that he refuses to explain.

Byakuya:

Byakuya is a sensation-avoidant autist who has had his aversions largely ignored in favor of "you need to uphold the clan honor by being POLITE at this dinner and EATING WHAT YOU ARE SERVED, you can throw up in private later", so his regular diet is quite mild and limited, which moderately terrified Unohana (she IS partially responsible for keeping him alive). A chance encounter with Zaraki Kenpachi accidentally saved the Kuchiki line because he introduced a New Food to Byakuya by being normal about it, and now Byakuya loves BEANS. All of them. Red, Black, Soy, Kidney, Mung, Great Northern, Purple String, Adzuki, Anasazi, Edamame, Pinto, Pole, Striped, Yard, Garbanzo and Navy. Peas too- English, snap, snow, lentil, black-eyed and split. Paired with already-acceptable rice, this makes his limited diet startlingly nutritionally complete and high in fiber. He'll never eat squid or octopus again if he can help it though.

Kenpachi:

AEIWAM Zaraki Kenpachi was raised by eagles and it shows through in weird places, like how he insists on eating poultry and fish bones like his mother taught him to. In fact, the bones from deep-fried chicken are his favorite, and he will help himself to the bones other people don't want. He has a cast iron stomach that rarely gets upset and a notable sweet tooth, but is extremely picky about texture. This surprises some people who think that living as a beggar for a few centuries means he'd eat anything, and comes as no surprise to anyone who HAS been that destitute- an off texture is often your only warning before a potentially lethal case of food poisoning. Hence, Kenpachi's least favorite foods are anything "slimy", which puts him off many sauces and seaweed-based dishes.

Yachiru:

AEIWAM Zaraki is significantly more amiable and cunning than his canon counterpart because, realistically, he had to keep Yachiru fed. No village will let a random murder-hobo in to eat, especially if he's broke, so Zaraki got exceptionally good at ingratiating himself with strangers and getting hired at odd jobs in a hurry. This was an extremely sharp learning curve because he found Yachiru when she was an infant and not yet weaned, and he had to go to some fairly extreme measures to get milk for her. It's a point of pride for him that his little girl has never gone to bed hungry, even if he did. Yachiru is very aware of the fact she has historically eaten better than her father, despite his best efforts to disguise it, so her favorite foods are anything she can share with him- bags of small candies or chips or other snacks she can divy up and insist he eat too. She gave Zaraki his sweet tooth sharing candy like this, but anything she can share while eating is a favorite. Her least favorite is boiled vegetables. There is nothing that can make boiled broccoli worth eating.

Unohana:

Retsu Unohana has severe ADHD and makes food choices based first on the dopamine reward she gets from eating them, and the medical knowledge of "you need vitamins and fiber too, bitch" second. She would live on high-octane coffee with an excessive amount of sugar and cream if it were nutritionally complete, but alas. She does have a notes fondness for organ meats like liver, kidneys and lungs because they taste "richer" to her, and the novelty appeals as well. However, she has seen the horrors of what The Wrong Mushroom will do to a human body up close far too many times, and it's put her off eating fungi entirely. She'll eat her own hand before she'll eat a mushroom.

Komamura:

Food is both a joyful and distressing experience for Sajin. Joyful, because his exceptionally sensitive sense of smell and taste means he gets to experience layers to even the most simple foods that humans can't even begin to comprehend. Distressing, because humans have a very weak sense of taste and over-season their food accordingly, often with poisons. A lot of the reason he started wearing a helmet was less about fear that humans would attack him for being a wolf man, or that he would inspire undue fear in others, and more that he has a hard time saying "No" to people, who keep unwittingly offering him food full of toxic onions or worse, grapes. The helmet was not easily removed, and kept the dangerous gifts at bay. Fortunately, modern humans are more aware of things that will poison him and more willing to make accommodations on his behalf. Still, his least favorite food is Raisins, which keep being added to otherwise perfectly good dishes, like someone deciding to sprinkle a bit of Water Hemlock in their tacos. He still keeps the Occasional "Carnivore Outing" he and Zaraki take to the distant mountains to celebrate their shared cultural heritage a secret though, because he's not sure most of his friends and colleagues are ready to learn that his favorite food is "Elk bone marrow, either still hot from the kill or after it's been buried in dirt for a week", but at least these days he has Zaraki "You know how it is with Liver and Eagles" Kenpachi to commiserate and split the carcass with.

Tousen:

Kaname did his required tour of duty in the living world in Oaxaca, Mexico and while he was there he developed a taste for Chapulines, or fried grasshoppers. He didn't mention this delicacy when he returned to soul society, not out of fear that people would think he was a freak- his coworkers already largely did, either because of his blindness or his Blackness, if not both- but because one of the few coworkers who he genuinely liked and got along with was Lieutenant Mashiro, whose favorite animal is Grasshoppers. His least favorite food is any alcoholic beverage or boozy dessert, because the one time he tried drinking with some friends from Shinigami academy, he developed a case of the spins just two drinks in and immediately became completely disoriented and couldn't right himself, and quickly became too nauseous and panicked to speak. His friends were having a GREAT time and thought Kaname was doing his usual wallflower nonsense until Liza Yadomaru finally realized something was amiss and she and Love Aikawa ended up taking him on a drunken sprint to the emergency room. He got better by morning but now even the smell of alcohol makes him feel sick again.

[gamblersdoll]

PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER 7

heavy smut, sinji watches you get pounded into, gun mention, violence.

“hakari wait-“ you had tried to say, before the next thing you knew, you were bent over the table. your back arched off it, staring up at hakari with doe eyes and you felt a heat to your core.

your lips embrace with his, him biting on your bottom lip so softly and licking your tongue. his hand finds its way to your panties, tugging at them softly. this was his way of asking for your grace, taking his other hand and grabbing a hold of your jaw and looking down at you.

“give this to me.” he said, wasnt really asking, more demanding. he also kept his eye on sinji, who was writhing in pain from the beat down he endured.

you nodded, no longer worried about sinji and your bottoms were off. the cold air of the room instinctively made you close your legs shut, but hakari slammed them open. he gets in the middle of them, leaning down to your neck and kissing at your throat. you shivered, then arching into his hand as he gropes at a fat breast.

he must have been craving you, because there was no slowness, by that being said he was already making out with your clit.

your hips instinctively grind against his face, trying to chase that high he and you loved. the slight nibble on the throbbing muscle that you desperately missed, pulling at his hair and moaning aloud.

“tug on that shit.. make it hurt baby.” he whispered, but sentences being muffled by having a mouthful of pussy. he didnt drop his eye on sinji. sinji was still groaning, but he was watching both of you.

sinji, being sinji, grew more and more aware on his situation.

and you didnt care, hakari’s mouth felt so damn good for you to not pay attention. and hakari always had this combination, one that made you cum quick, one that had you seeing stars.

“give it t’me.. c’mon mama.. c’mon mama fuck.” he cooed, licking at your clit and shoving two thick fingers into your pussy. he automatically knew where your g-spot was, so whenever he had been knuckles deep in you, thats where he was.

and that gummy spot was making you roll your eyes back, making a creamy white around your hole and on your lips. hakari loved it, scooping some with the two pads of his fingers and smearing it all around your pussy, labia, lips, clit, everywhere. the coil in your tummy had snapped and you were down for the count, feeling his fingers be pushed out by your gushing pussy.

hakari wasted no time, unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping his pants. he didn’t bother pulling them down, taking his cock out and watching you. he shoved his fingers in your cunt again, moving his finger in your cunt vigorously until you were conscious again and that coil snapped- he had that affect. you may not even think you could cum again and hed draw it out.

“h-hey-“ sinji tried to get up, but hakari aimed his pistol at him, drawing yours and his attention.

“hakari what are you–“ you tried to say.

“you try to stop me from fuckin’ my girl and i will pop one in you.” he said, almost a growl. he looked back at you, smiling kissing your throat again and having you whine. he slid himself inside, angling his hips and slamming them against yours.

if you could moan coming through your gut, thats what it would sound like. he put a hand on your hip, pinning you down softly and having you cream around his length. he watched your expressions contort into one of pleasure, legs shaking and you throwing your head back.

“thats it.. there you go..” he whispered, going slower as he fucked his cock into you. regardless of the fact he had a gun pointed at your now ex boyfriend, you think thats what makes the situation more arousing.

his thrusts grew needy, grew frantic and he was burning all over, you knew be was chasing his own jackpot. he groaned out, taking his free hand from your hip to the back of your head and brought you both close.

“i love you.” he said, fucking into that gummy spot and panting. “i love you..” he said again, turning the safety off as he heard shuffling from sinji. “i fuckin’ love you..” he said again, his hips slamming into you harder.

JACKPOT!

“dont you dare!–“ sinji went to say, before a guard or three of them pinned sinji down, making hakari chuckle. you were completely out of it, a pretty panting mess hakari would say.

“dont think about coming back ‘round here, aight?” hakari told him, dragging the tip of the gun down his face. “i dont need her permission to shoot.”

and you never really did see sinji after that.

[lethalrexie]

so a lil bout me if anyone wants to be moots: (i also have a backup in case i lose this acct, it’s the same username but the “e” in lethal is 3)

you 1,000% do not need to read all of this, however i truly think it is super helpful considering i was raised by a dietitian.

im pro-recovery JUST BY CHOICE NOT FORCE. so PLS JUST BLOCK DONT REPORT. we all have backups and backups for our backups. so it’s pointless. you’re breaking up a community where we get support. so fvck u if u report.

my “rexie tips n tricks” losing weight healthily yada yada yada is below the cut if you’re interested!

cw: 180lxs 81kg (i know it got out of hand 🥲)

gw: 130lxs 58kg (doing everything i can to get here by christmas)

ugw: not sure, just wanna see my b0nes. maybe 111lxs (50kg)? (gimme that angel number baybeee)

lw: 145lxs 65kg

so basically, if you do these things i can guarantee you 100% will lose weight. if you’ve plateaued, if you’re just starting out, if you’re trying to take it slow after relapsing, even if you’re petite and need a metab boost to start loosing lxs again, i’m not saying it’s good to be apart of this community but im along this ride w ya so. here u go.

1. keep your e@ting window as small as possible aka eat to live don’t live to eat (the r3xie motto 🤪). i’m f@sting minimum 16:8 and i try to extend that. but major thing is don’t beat yourself up if you can’t make it 16hrs and be happy the days you can make it longer!! esp if your just starting out.

2. stay low c@l. i’m trying my best to stay under 500 c@l/day. and consume that how it works for you. if five 100 c@l snacks over 8 hrs work best some days that’s ok. if OMAD works best, great! my mom is a dietitian and i promise, eating a little of each food group (dairy, carb ik scary, protein, veg & fruit) will help your metab which in the long run will help you l0se more weight. sometimes just having one protein bar mid day works 4 me. others i need a full meal. fuel your body or you will burn muscle which leads to organ damage.

3. don’t do LONG term fasts. i’d say up to a week with heavy liquids is okay. and not just water, incorporate broths, mio, even sugar free jello is good (if it’s clear typically it’s ok) but long term fasts can lower your metabolism, deplete electrolytes, and sodium, which long term is going to bloat you, keep weight on (or make you gain it back quickly), and overall make you feel like shit (which could lead to hospitalization)

4. don’t eat refined sugar or refined foods. do literally AS MUCH AS YOU CAN to eat sugar free and whole foods. i have a major sweet tooth so i turn to sugar free jello/pudding, sf caramels, halo top ice cream if i REALLY need it. otherwise i do sweet fruits and veggie based substitutions for carbs. i use cauliflower rice, zucchini noodles, or there’s these great hearts of palm noodles.

5. eat tons of fiber!! laxatives will help momentarily, consistent fiber will keep your 💩 regular thus keeping your body from holding onto it aka extra lxs. i add unflavored benefiber to a lot of my drinks (the flavored ones have added sugar). i honestly could promise you that fiber will help with shedding !bs.

6. drink as much water as you possibly can. yes you can become over-hydrated so add electrolytes or legit just a lil salt to your water here n there. but your body is going to retain water (!bs), and bloat if you are dehydrated. #1 thing to remember is you are depleting your body of what it wants. finding a way to basically trick it makes it easier and quicker to lose fat.

7. stay distracted! discipline and hunger may hurt now, regret and guilt are going to hurt 50x worse later. a grumbly tummy is not worth it. get some motivational phrases, tactics, distractions, that work for you and RELY ON THEM. water, i use mio in mine when i’m desperate, gum, diet soda, bubbly water, reading, tv, ANYTHING. i have other reblogs with some good motivational tactics. i also look at th!nspø as well as pics of my own body multiple times per day to keep me on track. YOU ARE NOT ALWAYS GOING TO BE MOTIVATED SO YOU MUST BE DISCIPLINED. i repeat that to myself 100000 times a day.

8. incorporate foods/drinks that speed up your metab. coffee, green tea, spicy foods (pepper, cayenne pepper), cinnamon, B12 there’s sooo many. and this goes hand in hand with making sure you’re getting your vitamins. picking up a general multivitamin will help make it so your body doesn’t want to cling onto every last cal it’s fed.

9. exercise if you are mentally & physically able to. i have some other limiting factors which make me unable to go to the gym or get as many steps in as id like. an avg day is 2k-5k steps for me rotting on the couch. i PROMISE like 100% money back guarantee (srry bad joke i swear im not a damn ana coach 🙄) your diet is 1,000,000x more important than any exercise you’re going to get in. exercise will help with toning so i try to get some laying ones done on the couch but dude you burn calories just existing. so if you eat lower than that which is 1k-2k (you can look it up it’s your TDEE) you will lose weight. it may be slightly slower than if you walked 20k steps/day or worked out 5 hrs every day but give it time.

literal str8 up proof of this^^^ is my father. he’s a gym junkie like going every morning at 4am (insanity but not my kind), but was eating a lot, and garbage. high carb and sugar intake. and even though he was working out A TON with a lot of steps/day he was gaining fat. he came to me and i told him str8 up to eat less and stop treating his body like a dumpster. eat healthier. homie is shedding lxs.

so besides all that, if you wanna be moots ill probs just vent and post th!nspø

SORRY IM A CERTIFIED YAPPER

[nymphoheretic]

Shower Sex with Draken

Tagging: @linpunny @noritopia @sailewhoremoon cause I know they are draken simps and the network @tokyometronetwork

"Aww baby girl…" his deep, baritone voice echoed throughout the shower, vibrating in your ears. "I thought you wanted to wash my hair." Darken's large body draped over yours as his hands plucked and played with your body, the warm water from the shower making your skin slick.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tried to plead with your boyfriend. You did want to wash his soft black hair and trace your fingers over the dragon tattoo etched on the side but apparently Draken had other ideas. "K-Ken…" You whined softly, mewling when he skimmed over your puffy and swollen clit. "P-please? Stop teasing me."

Draken chuckled as he spread open your lower lips and let the water strike that sensitive bit of flesh. He tilted your head back and swallowed your screams of pleasure. When he felt that your legs were about to give out from the overstimulation, he pulled back, letting you catch her breath. "Princess, were you about to come just from a little water pressure?" He purred, stroking a finger down your wet spine, making you tremble even more. Draken pressed his hips against yours, slowly dragging the length of his dick along the lines of your ass. "That was fucking hot."

You whined as the warm water struck your sensitive skin. You wanted him. You needed his cock deep inside you, stretching you out and filling your needy pussy. You turned in his hold and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Ken…please? Need you t'fuck me." As you pulled him down to kiss his lips, you jumped to wrap your legs around his waist. You grind your sopping cunt over the thick head of his length. "Need you so deep inside."

Who was Draken to deny his pretty girl. You were begging him so nicely and the water that streamed down your face mixed well with the tears forming in your eyes. He placed his big hands on your hips and positioned his cockhead at your weeping slit. "This what you want, baby girl? T'be fucked dumb by me?" Draken did not give you time to answer as he thrusts inside, bottoming out in your depths.

You leaned forward and bite down on his shoulder as Draken pounded into you. Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head as the intense pleasure overwhelmed you. His fat cock always felt a just a bit too big so it burned from the stretch. But he kept hitting that sweet spot within you that made you cream on his dick. Your nails dug into his back as he set a slow, deep pace. Draken was going to fuck you stupid that you would only be able to cry out his name in broken babbles.

Draken looked down at the point where you were joined, admiring the way your tummy bulged out a little each time he slowly thrust up into you. Taking on hand off of your hips, he placed it on your stomach. "You feel that. That's where I am."

You almost came on the spot when he said that. It was always so sexy when he pointed out how deep he was inside you. Your thighs began to tremble from the impact of his dick inside your pussy. You could feel your orgasm coming. Your eyes crossed and your tongue lolled out, the cooling water from the shower running down your face. "I'm so close…"

Draken grunted as he sped up his pace, thrusts become more sporadic as his balls swelled and clenched. "Gonna come, kitten? Gonna come all over daddy's dick? That's fucking right, doll. Come for daddy." His thrusting increased as he fucked into you harder, bouncing you up and down on his cock. He watched as you came undone, it was always so beautiful watching you come. He felt your walls clamp down on him, milking him for his cum. "Fuck, baby girl. Milk me for what I'm worth." His body trembled as his seed spilled inside your greedy little cunt.

You shuddered as the warm feeling of his cum slowly leaked out of your body, dripping down your thighs. Placing your head against his shoulder you mumbled, "Are you gonna let me wash your hair now?"

[tteokdoroki]

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, nsfw, minors do not interact. pussy jobs, fem!reader, bakugou is kinda mean but also a soft dom. enjoy <3

i’m completely normal about giving katsuki a pussy job expecting him the one to become a mess, when in reality, you end up being the mess.

like, katsuki would be laying on his back against your crushed white sheets— sunlight filtering in on a warm afternoon and illuminating the careful slope of his features as if he was carved from marble by the gods. his hands, rough from his quirk, would be smoothing over the stretch marks on your ass, maybe squeezing the flesh every once in a while as you straddle his hips— soaked pussy lips enveloping his rock hard cock while you rut back and forth against him.

he’s drawing supportive little patterns into the small of your back, smirking up at you every time his cock twitches and his seedy cockhead bumps your clit— ‘cause you let out a needy little gasp and screw your eyes shut and scrunch up your nose so adorably, it makes him lose his shit at how cute you are when you use bakugou to get yourself off.

“you gonna put it in yet, baby?” he’s mocking you, smirking slow and sexy while his voice carries a prevalent and gravelly rasp that comes with waking up to katsuki bakugou in the morning. at his question, you shake your head— pouting in frustration as you rock your hips back and forth, harder, over his erection. “no?” bakugou hisses through gritted teeth, watching you grind your pussy down on him needily. “c’mon princess, yanno you need it.”

it’s annoying how fucking good he looks lying beneath you, an arm behind his head while his golden skin is highlighted by the morning light, blonde locks mussed with the movement of his sleeping patterns. his eyes hold mischief, lust and love between the brownish flecks hidden amongst a sea of vermillion red and his brown nipples stand at attention. katsuki’s cock finds itself in a similar state, bricked up and fat between your soaked folds, blue-purple veins prominent while they pulse with hormone laden lust, while his tip bleeds a milky white, painfully red.

“s-shut up, katsuki,” you whine, nails digging into your boyfriend’s pecs that you use to steady yourself. your entire body jolts when he ruts up into you, dragging his cock along the entire length of your slit, gyrating his cockhead into your puffy clit. “this s’supposed to be my fun.”

“yeah? don’t look like yer havin’ much fun.” katsuki hums, hooded eyes drifting up and down your body— taking in the way you shake, the way your lips part in adorable moans and he removes the hand at your waist to smack down on your ass hard…before the one behind his head comes down to help guide your hips and pussy over his girth. “you’re not gonna cum from this,”

you hate that he’s right, that you’ve been with him so long you can barely get off without him— you need the familiar burn of his dick stretching you out, crave the feeling of being so full of katsuki to the point where he overwhelms your senses. “i-i can!” you can’t. you should hate that he’s trained your body to desire him and only him— but that’s what makes fucking your boyfriend so much better.

“mmm fuck. look at that cute little pussy twitchin’ for me,” he says, almost breathless as he looks between your sticky thighs, groaning at the sight of your arousal clinging to his length in thick clear strings as he pulls you up from his lap, tip bumping at your entrance as if he’s going to fuck up into you. “you won’t, not gonna cum without my cock deep inside, i know you baby. ain’t doin’ yourself any good lyin’ to me.”

he doesn’t stop teasing you there, squeezing at your soft hips, drawing shapes against your tummy until his thumb is able to reach your clit— rubbing it in wide circles. “you won’t cum, but i will, gonna leave all my cream on your cute cunt.” bakugou let’s put a deep moan from right in his chest, the sound vibrating through you and sending a shooting pleasure right down to your clit. “might even leave ya high ‘n dry.”

“you won’t,” you hiccup in protest, relenting, letting katsuki’s mushroomed cockhead prod at your little hole with each slow grind and thrust against your sticky, raw mound. “stop bein’ mean.”

both of you share a sweet and shaky moan when katsuki finally pushes into you all the way, cock slipping past your glistening entrance with ease. “you’re right, always gotta make my baby cum,” wrapping his muscled arms around your waist— the blonde keeps you anchored down on his lap, wasting no time in setting a rough, hungry pace to his thrusts into your cunt as if he can no longer fold back, as if you putting your pussy on him had been torturing him for hours. “‘m never mean t’you, just know what you fuckin’ need. know how to take care of my baby— that’s right, choke my fuckin’ cock just like that.” he growls over the lewd squelching that now fills the room, just as he fills your guts.

it’s only then that you allow yourself to slump forward into bakugou’s chest— let him grab two handfuls of your ass to spread you open on his dick, let him in deeper until you practically can feel him in your throat as well.

and he’s right, you don’t know why you ever thought you could ever cum without katsuki’s thick, chubbed up cock pounding into you like his life depends on it.

[toptierteaser]

Fatboy Struggling to Run

(A repost from the old account)

Well, what's the problem? You said you could run, Fatty! You said it would be no problem!

Are you finding that it’s becoming difficult, fatass? Are you noticing your legs are chafing? Huh, fatboy? Is that big gut of yours wobbling too much? Are those juicy tits bouncing?

Well, what do you expect, fatboy? You’ve clearly been feeding yourself nonstop! I can see it in your fat, chubby face! I’ve watched you, eating and stuffing, more and more! Your once-fit, athletic body now covered in a layer of doughy pudge and lard! Your old running uniform looks like it’s been painted on your skin, fatboy! Look at what a whale you’ve become, blubber butt! Yeah, that jiggles too, lardass! You can’t even take a step without all that junk in your trunk jiggling and quivering like crazy! I can hear how out of breath you are fatboy! What, are you embarrassed? Am I being too loud? You’re worried all the other hot, fit guys are gonna hear? Well, let them! Let them know what a fatass you are! After all they can see it! It’s plain as day! Look at your gut! Watch when I poke it! Haha! It jiggles! And you can’t even cover it up with your shirt anymore, fatboy! It just rests above your belly button now! Shows off those juicy love handles!

I can’t deny, I’ve really been enjoying watching you struggle! You used to be the star athlete! Showing off your skills to the world! Now what do you have to show…your fat backside? Your overblown fat deposits that poke out in every which way! You are one blubbery fuck! You’ve traded in all your medals for awards in overeating! Now the only racing you do is seeing how fast you can cram a box of cookies down your fat face, into your blubbery stomach!

Still…I want you to run for me fatboy! I wanna see how pathetic you look, making all that pudge move, haha! I watched you earlier, struggling to tie your own shoes! I could see your love handles, all exposed and creased! I heard you huffing, your big stomach in the way! Saw you sweating! You are such a pathetic loser now, dude! Just fat as fuck and only growing fatter! Let me let you in on a little secret, fatboy! I have a little wager placed on your chubby ass…I’ve bet that you won’t last a minute out on the trail! Which is optimistic! Some of the others bet you won’t last thirty seconds! Isn’t that embarrassing, lardass! You should still give it your best go! It’s going to be so funny watching you try to waddle after all the other fit guys! Watching those tight shorts get wedged between those juicy cheeks! Watching you blush and huff, those tits bouncing around uncontrollably, those thighs burning as your fat rubs!

Don’t worry! When it’s all over, I’ll make sure you have a whole gallon of ice cream to binge on the ride home! You’ll get lots of tummy rubs, fatboy! Lots of pokes! We’ll remind you what a pathetic fat fuck you are and you can sit and stuff your face as you eat your feelings!

Well, better get warmed up, fatboy! Start stretching all that chub! The race is about to begin!

[auveriablue]

Brahms The Brat (Chubby Brahms x Reader)

(Brahms has been a spoiled and bratty little shit so you stop cooking for him as punishment. He doesn't take it well.)

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- Brahms had been getting lazy. He didn't even try to walk around the house for exercise anymore. All he did was laze about, eat, watch tv or read books.

- For most of the time, he'd get up and get his own food, but lately, he just asked you to get it for him, not bothering to get up and eat at the table.

- This only made his waist line balloon even more and it was getting harder to replace Brahms' wardrobe every few weeks, not that he cared if his shirt could barely contain his ever rounding tummy.

- He was the human equivalent of a fat, pampered, cat but you didn't really mind. He was more docile this way and at least he wasn't trying to kill you or hurt anyone.

- Until one day he had the nerve to throw a tantrum because you said no cake until he finished his vegetables from dinner. He complained that he didn't like steamed broccoli and that he wanted his treat now, while you explained that having treats is nice and while you rather enjoyed his plumpiness, he still had to eat balanced meals.

- He threw an absolute fit and even threw the plate on the ground, uneaten food spilling everywhere, as the plate, that thankfully didn't shatter, clanged loudly on the ground.

- He went on a tirade on how you were trying to starve him and how you didn't care about him.

- Scorned that the meal you worked so hard on was wasted, you stayed silent. You grabbed a broom, cleaned up the mess and left the room.

- The next day, Brahms awoke to see you doing dishes. From what he could tell, you had made breakfast but... where was his plate ? From what remained, he could tell that you cooked his favorite. French toast and berries with whipped cream.

- "Where's breakfast ?" He asked, tilting his head.

- "I ate my plate. Feel free to make yourself something." You said, in a monotone voice. "Just clean up when you do."

- He frowned. You weren't going to cook breakfast for him ?!?

- "What are you talking about ?!?" He demanded, growing more upset, especially since he was hungry.

- "It's obvious that you don't appreciate what I try to do for you, Brahms, so I'm done. I'm not cooking for you. Cook your own meals." You threw the dish towel aside and stormed out of the room.

- At first, Brahms was stubborn.

- Whatever ! He didn't need you to cook for him ! He still had his snacks !

- But the snacks didn't even last a day, since he ate them all to distract himself from you. So in the end, he had nothing.

- So then he decided that he'd cook his own meals !

- But he didn't know how to use a stove. He tried to fry an egg but ended up burning his hand touching a hot part of the pan, so he gave up and went to bed.

- In the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep. His stomach kept growling and his hunger pangs made him feel queasy. He put his hands on his tummy to try to get it to quiet down, but it didn't work, letting out silent whimpers and whines of frustration.

- It was then, when his stomach felt like it was trying to devour itself, he knew what he had to do. He got up and waddled to you room, cracking the door open to see if you had went to bed yet. Fortunately, you hadn't.

- "(Your Name) ?" He called out, shyly, pulling down the hem of his shirt, looking down.

- "Yes ?" You called out, not looking up from your book.

- "I...I..." he started to whimper. Then you heard sniffles, causing you to look up and see big pearly tears welling up in Brahms' eyes. He looked so pathetic that I tugged at your heart string.

- "I..." he choked on a sob. "I'm just so hungry !" He bawled. "I'm sorry for wasting your meal last night ! I'm sorry for acting so rotten ! I shouldn't have done that, I'll be good, I promise I won't ever do it again ! Please stop being mad at me !" He started to hiccup on his sobs, "I-I'll eat whatever you make me from now on, even if it's just steamed broccoli ! Just please, feed me !"

- You sighed and put your book down, getting out of bed, walking over to the sniveling man, resting you hand in his hair. He slowly looked up at you, chubby face wet with tears.

- "Alright, you've learned your lesson." You said, petting his hair. "I'll go make you something, now calm down." He quickly engulfed you into a large hug, holding you tightly, as you cooed at him, rubbing his back.

- "Shh, it's okay, it's okay. I'll make you some hamburger steak with rice and you can have a cookie for dessert, okay ?" You rocked back and forth with him.

- "Alright...thank you..." he said, voice soft. You smiled and pulled away, heading to the kitchen, Brahms following behind you.

- Brahms will always be a brat in other ways, but he never wasted your food again.