#fat fingers

[fluffybutt-7]

Just swelling and puffing up with fat… 🫠🤤😮‍💨🥰

Someone’s keeping me *very* well fed 😈🙈🥺

[puppyfriedrice]

going feral... all I want is to feel this¹ again but im stuck in the house with pms

¹ grinding my clit against a big, full belly while thick plush fingers push into me

[morbidlychubese]

the best part of having you as my blubberfuck is getting to humiliate your lardass. i turned off the tube to your stomach and threatened that it’ll stay off until you sit up for me. you don’t need to be able to open your eyes or move your soft lips for me to see the worry on your fat face. you haven’t been able to move a finger in over a year, much less sit up on your own. hell, even when i helped you sit up, the pressure on your heart caused you to pass out, and i’m asking you to get up yourself? you wouldn’t even think of attempting that, except you have no choice. you haven’t been without something pumped into you for longer than two minutes in the three years since i brought you here. so you try, ushering all your strength to use the momentum of your whale body. but it doesn’t work. you barely lifted six inches before coming crashing back down on the roller king sized bed you’re hanging off of. your blubber ripples harder than the atlantic ocean on the night the titanic sunk. fucking hell, i’m wet just watching your pathetic attempts. something like a cry made it’s way around the tube down your throat, you skin feeling like it’s about to burst from the movement. you think i’m moving to turn the pump back on, but all i’ve done is lean down next to your ear. you can hear some, it’s one of the few senses your fat hasn’t halted. “you absolute blubberfuck, do it again.”

FUUCKK, THIS IS SO HOTT. I moaned out loud while reading this. That's how badly I need this. No, I am genuinely destined for this. I don't care about being unable to lift a finger, or speak due to the tube in my throat. All I care about is the fact that you said I could have a tube down my throat so I could eat constantly.

[themancorialist]

High Street, Manchester.

[dagreb]

Damn! I may have just reported a post when I tried to dismiss the box that came up

[biolumien]

Tired and sleepy reader who gets affectionate 10x more than usual with soushiro...... fluff

notes: short and cute... soft and sweet... im very sleepy all the time. this speaks to me. obligatory soundtrack for this lil' thing is this album.

nights like these

soshiro hoshina x gn!reader no warnings apply, they're just cute. word count: 808

“it’s 3 AM,” hoshina whispers, leaning close to your face. “you know that, right?” 

it’s been an ever-increasing habit of yours to call hoshina over right before you went to bed—you’d frequently call him over in the middle of the night, to increasingly later and later hours–and yet he’d show up each time, without fail. you’d texted him in the middle of the night, holding your phone close to your face, rubbing at your eye as you blearily texted for him to come over.

“mm,” you whine sleepily, reaching out to touch his face, letting your thumbs brush across his cheeks.. “hoshinaa.”

“yes?” hoshina’s voice was soft as he rested his hands on the bed, letting himself lean into your touches. as your thumbs brushed across the corners of his lips, you could feel the way his smile quirked upwards into your touch. one of his fangs poked out a little bit, teasingly biting the pad of your thumb. you whine, ever so softly, and he laughs fondly, pressing his face closer to yours. “what is it?” “stay,” you mumble. “don’t want you to go. stay here.”

“mm.” hoshina’s hands reached up to wrap around your wrists, his thumb brushing the back of your hands. “greedy. i still have things to do, you know.”

“no you don’t,” you protest, brushing your face against his. you can feel the way he shivers against your skin,  “‘m asking you to sleep with me, soshiro, what could be more important?”

“mm…” hoshina’s voice turns into a low drawl–you can feel the way his voice vibrates in his chest. “just don’t wanna get caught. the rest of the third division’s never gonna let this go if they find me…” though as he says this, he’s gently pushing at you ever so slightly, nudging you deeper into your bed, trying to make room for him. “c’mon, darling dearest. move a little bit for me.”

you shift backwards a little, yawning a bit as hoshina takes off his jacket, throwing it somewhere on the floor behind him as he pulls up your covers, slotting himself neatly beside you. you yawn again, pressing your face into his collarbone as soon as he’s settled. for how lithe he is, his chest is hard, too–firm and tensed with muscle. you can feel the way his heart beats, slow and steady. 

he hums, wrapping one of his arms around you, pulling you closer.

“you’re so needy, y’know?” hoshina teases, running a hand through your hair. “what am i gonna do with you?”

“mmh,” you kiss his neck, and his skin is warm. he smells faintly of something sweet and clean, and he chuckles.

“hey, i’m talkin’ to you…” he yawns a bit, his body tensing a little bit as he entangles his legs with yours, leaning forward to bury his face in the nape of your neck. “mm…”

“how was work today?” you ask, gently touching at the nape of his neck. he feels warm, a tactile weight beneath your hands, and you can’t help but feel the desperate desire to swallow him fully, fully entangling yourself in him–till you wouldn’t be able to tell where you start and where he ends. 

“mm. fine. boring,” hoshina says. “filin’ paperwork keeps me up all night. needed t’write up a report. i’d much rather be out there fightin’.” he presses a kiss to your neck as well, almost biting down against your skin. you shudder, entangling your hands in his hair. “how about you?”

“boring,” you respond. you tilt hoshina’s head up slightly, blinking up at him. his scarlet eyes were ever-so-slightly narrowed with sleep, his expression intense even though his body belied his weariness, how exhausted he really was. but his face is so fond–a fondness that makes your throat squeeze, almost. you lean up to slot your lips together, and he hums ever so slightly, moving his lips against yours sleepily.

“this is the highlight of my day,” you murmur against his lips, and he chuckles.

“sap,” he teases. 

“mm. shut it, you. you’re the one in my bed right now,” you mumble, pressing closer to him.

“only after you asked,” hoshina says, but his hand around you is firm, protective–possibly even a little possessive as it moves to the small of your back. 

“negotiation’s one of my best traits,” you tease.

“it is,” hoshina says, ever so fondly. his hand reaches up to brush your hair from your face. “n’you’re lucky i love you, and you’re cute when you ask.”

you hum, leaning into his touch, kissing his palm. 

“i’m sleepy,” you complain, a pout coming across your lips.

“then sleep,” hoshina says, kissing you again on the lips. “i’ll be here.”

“mhm,” you mumble, letting your eyes fall shut as you tuck yourself against hoshina, feeling the warm embrace of sleep take you into its arms.

[fluffybutt-7]

Arms? Fat.

Hips? Wide.

Butt? Fluffy. 😘

[puppyfriedrice]

When you're so into fat fingers that typos make you horny because you can't help but think about the big, thick, juicy [passes out] sorry what

[cupids-gold]

Dumb Dumb

[dragonfury4250]

I would rather snort dandilion seeds than sculpt tiny fingers with soft clay.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “the shy one x the extroverted one” prompts 

Requested by: Anonymous Request: “Character A is *really* shy but Character B is super confident and extroverted, doing things like dragging them to events, PDA, etc Thank you!! <3” 

“So… You up for an adventure?” “I don’t like your idea of adventures.” “Well, too bad! You’ve signed up for it. Let’s go!”

“You know I’m a homebuddy!” Character A whines as Character B rushes around to find the perfect outfit for them to wear to the party. 

Character A following closely behind Character B to social events and parties, and Character B introducing Character A to everyone else with a grin on their face like a proud partner. 

“Wanna hold hands?” “Uh… Sure, I guess?” 

Character B being the one to initiate PDA with Character A, knowing Character A likes PDA but is too shy to be the one to initiate it. 

“Tell me if I’m making you uncomfortable, okay?” “You’re not… You’re not making me uncomfortable, please don’t worry. I love you for checking in on me.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever said this, but thank you for getting me out of my shell.” 

Character A slowly warming up to the idea of joining Character B for parties and everything. 

“Don’t worry. I won’t leave your side if you don’t want me to. Stick with me if you need to, okay?” 

Character B talking to literally everyone at the parties they attend, with Character A holding onto their sleeve and hiding behind them. 

“This is [Character A’s name] and they really are so amazing!” 

Character B showing off Character A to everyone and anyone who would listen, and being really proud of the fact that Character A is their partner, which warms Character A a lot. 

“Them? They’re the love of my life.” 

Character B making sure Character A isn’t feeling too overwhelmed and offering to go home with them the moment Character A tells them they don’t want to be there anymore. 

Character B pulling Character A closer to them in public, and Character A biting their bottom lip to keep their smile at bay. 

[witchydykebitch]

My tits were made to be groped by fat butches with big hands

[sh00t4th3m00n]

GUYS-

[mrsoharaa]

Miguel O'hara, who tenderly holds, no - caresses your right hand in his. Gently brushes his long, thick fingers over your own with such care and admiration, soften eyes of warm carmine carefully studies every digit...but more particularly, your ring finger. Hums inaudibly to himself, fans his thumb over the slender digit with a smooth stroke, picturing a notable, beautiful glimmering ring decorating over the delicate finger. Atoning his claim and full devotion and love for you.

[dichromaniac]

It's vitally important that y'all know if you go to episode 1, 8 minutes in, Lucy and her Dad are absolutely watching a Cooper Howard film on their little vault television.

[puppyfriedrice]

when their fingers are three inches around 🥴