#hope you like it hehe

[katebeckets]

Emily’s Follower Appreciation Event 🌷 ⤷ 🎶 maura isles + song lyrics

...so I'm just fine inside my shell-shaped mind; this way, I get the best view.

for @prentissrollins ♡ listen

[sajra-savera]

How about a book quote???

In a rapturous memory

The rain pours even when I dance alone

By the time this mist clears

I'll run with my feet wet

So hug me then

The moon looks lonely

Like it's crying in the bright night sky

Even though I always know the morning will come

I want to stay in your sky like a star

[someluzer]

blue glow. tried @buttertrait's base sim challenge

[k0libra]

Today’s stream was wonderful - only Amelia hosted it, as Bryan was busy, but it was no less joyous. I think it’s exactly what I needed - the past few days has not been easy, as I’ve been experiencing some side effects of my meds. Cute succulent potting with Amelia really helped me relax. I’m very thankful for that

[abovecalamity]

🥰 very cool idea

Red, you give off red. A heart on a steamed-up window that may fade, but is always visible when it is breathed on.

If I remember correctly, you like handwritten notes, you definitely seem like a handwritten notes person.

A magical forrest, full of ideas, full of light, deep and never empty.

Light shining through coloured glass, lots of layers to you.

You find meaning in things similar to this.

An angel with red wings, again, you feel red and you're an angel of ...something I may never find out hehe.

I think this quote fits to your writing perfectly.

A river flowing through narrow passages, always finding a way.

Daffodils in our beloved spring, new beginnings.

(Send me a 🥰 and I will browse through Pinterest and create a mood board based on the vibes you give off.)

[pregtboy]

hi i’m poppy from @widenmyhips, i love with your blog!! could you write anything featuring ripping clothes/popping buttons? i love embarrassment or humiliation or a little unwillingness?

feel free to send an ask my way if you’d like anything in exchange!!

yess!!!

imagine a guy whose husband is heavily pregnant with quintuplets and running out of things to wear, so he insists on taking his pregnant husband out to buy some more clothes. the only problem is the preggo boy isn't one to show off his figure and has barely left the house since he'd outgrown all his xl paternity clothes. he was also very easily embarrassed, so he was naturally reluctant about the idea, but his darling insisted - and the five big babies growing in the boy's belly were proof that his husband always got what he wanted.

to get ready for his shopping trip, the boy squeezed himself awkwardly into one of the last fitting outfits he had left, and 'fitting' was a generous way to describe the ensemble. the pale pink button up didn't even cover half of his expanded, rounded belly, the buttons straining over his engorged chest threatened to pop at any moment, and the seams of his pants were quite visibly strained along his impressive hips. all the clothing, despite not originally meant to be skintight, clung readily to his curves, leaving none of his figure to the imagination.

the husband smirked as he watched his boy waddle the store aisles in his poorly fitting outfit. the boy blushed the whole time, eyes fixed to the ground as his swaying hips and bouncing chest and belly garnered stares from the other shoppers. as they perused the paternity selection, the husband began grabbing items with reckless abandon - all of which he knew would be far, far too small on his husband and much too revealing for his tastes - but he didn't care. he plopped the clothes into the boy's arms and instructed him to hit the fitting rooms.

the boy was cramped in the tiny fitting room, his belly taking up most of the space and making it very difficult to turn around. he sighed as he freed his bust from the button-up and wiggled his thick hips out of the tight pants he had been wearing. he could practically hear the seams snapping as he shimmied out, now standing in his underwear before the mirror, heavy and full.

the first thing he tried on was a stretchy, skin-tight striped shirt. it was quite large and had a lot of flexibility to it, so the boy had high hopes. sure, he wasn't particularly fond of the way it clung so tightly to his chest, emphasizing his extreme business, but it was perhaps the only thing in the store that might actually fit over his belly - and it miraculously did, though the stripes, now stretched out nearly to their limit, only made his belly look twice as huge. he blushed as he looked in the mirror, almost stunned at how curvy he'd become. he was able to take the shirt off with ease, but was appalled to see what had happened to it when he removed it - the belly area of the shirt had been stretched out to its fullest extent, looking ten sizes bigger than when he put it on and the fabric of the belly area looking thin and weary. the boy flushed with embarrassment at the realization that his big belly had done that to the shirt after just one wear.

next was a pair of pants. he scoffed when he looked at them, knowing they were obviously too small, but his husband scolded him from outside the fitting room, hearing his sounds of disapproval.

'just try it on!'

he listened to his husband as he always did, but it was futile - the jeans had little give and could not be hiked up any further once they reached his mid-thigh, no matter how much the boy bounced and wiggled. defeated, he bent down to shake the pants off when he was almost immediately greeted with a loud ripping sound. he looked down to see the inseams utterly snapped - the friction of his immense thighs had ripped the seams like tissue paper. he squeaked in surprise while the husband listened on gleefully. his face burned with frustration as he tossed the pants aside, moving onto the next item - a tiny button-up.

the boy almost laughed when he saw it. the idea of fitting into that thing was preposterous, and his husband knew it. by now, he had become smug, and the pregnant boy grew sick of it - he decided he would prove his husband wrong. he wrestled himself into the shirt, and when all was said and done, it only covered his chest - his belly hung out fully bare and on display, but he could at least say he managed to put the shirt on and button it up.

he was proud of his handiwork, and quickly threw open the door to gloat to his husband who had been sitting on the bench outside the fitting room.

'look, i fit into the shirt!' he declared proudly, gesturing to his jiggling bust. the gaps between the buttons were stretched wide, and you could easily see cleavage through them, but the boy hardly cared - he had gotten the shirt on, and that was what mattered. 'nice try, asshole!'

before he could revel in his pride for much longer, the inevitable happened. just as his husband had anticipated, the swift movement of throwing open the door caused the overstressed buttons to give way, popping clean off. the boy yelped as his milk-swollen breasts tumbled out exaggeratedly, the shirt falling flimsily at his sides as the buttons rattled on the ground in front of him. his gravid form was on full display now, and passers by gasped and gawked when they caught sight of his exposed heaving breasts and heavy bare belly. the boy turned beet red, but his humiliation wasn't over yet - as he hurriedly turned to hide back in the fitting room, his husband followed, closing the door behind him and locking them both within the tiny space.

the boy was already crowded in the fitting room just with himself and his quintuplet belly, and his husband, grabbing his gravid sweetheart from behind, had to press himself practically on top of him just to fit in the little room.

'god, i should fuck you right now,' the husband growled, his warm breath on the pregnant boy's neck and his large hands planted on both sides of the boy's firm belly, gripping him tightly and lightly bouncing his round stomach, an act at which the boy winced. 'you look so good, you're gonna make me take you right here~'

'no!' the boy hissed, wiggling his hips in a vain attempt to escape the embarrassment. 'people were already staring before, don't you dare!'

'alright, alright,' the husband conceded, his hands now grabbing fistfuls of the boy's rounded ass. 'fine. but there's one more outfit, and you're gonna wear it.'

the boy's eyes darted to the tiny pink spandex sports bra and booty shorts that sat on the fitting room bench in front of him.

'absolutely not.'

'i didn't ask. plus, it's already paid for. i scanned it while you were looking around. and we have to buy all those other clothes too, since you damaged them so badly...'

'dickhead,' the boy scoffed, still instinctually grinding against the taller man with the little space he had in the room.

'you know you love me,' the husband cooed. 'now put it on for me.'

the boy was beet red as he took off his bra and put on the sports bra, it's fabric clinging tightly to the bulky roundness of his breasts and holding them nicely in place. he then slid the tiny shorts over his widened birthing hips and presented himself to his husband with a pout, avoiding eye contact and blushing all the while. his thighs spilled out from the shorts, rubbing against one another, and his swollen boycunt was well advertised by the tight fabric. his belly hung out, bare and taut, rife with stretch marks. the shorts also left absolutely nowhere for the absolute size and roundness of his ass to hide. he was on display like a trophy, and his husband was clearly enjoying the show.

'quit smirking at me like that.'

'i can't help it, you're just so gorgeous,' the husband purred. 'my big round boy. now cmon, let's check out.'

he put his hand hungrily on the small of his scantily clad husband's back, attempting to usher him out of the fitting room.

'hell no! i'm not wearing this in the store, nobody needs to see that!'

'like i said, it's already paid for, so be a good boy for me. you don't want to be in trouble when we get home, do you?'

the boy whimpered, his face heating up even more.

'that's what i thought,' the husband smiled sweetly, opening the fitting room door to make way for his lover's huge belly. 'good boy~'

the pregnant boy grumbled as the couple made their way to the checkout line, his husband walking proudly - and slowly - with his arm around the boy's waist, smirking at the passers-by whose jaws hung agape at the boy's sheer size and total lack of modesty. the boy's eyes stayed fixed on the ground, though all he could see when he looked down were his breasts swaying and burgeoning from the hot pink fabric and his enormous belly, covering any glimpse of the ground in front of him. he was confronted by his fertile, paraded curves wherever he looked, and when it wasn't that, it was the unrelenting stares of the strangers around him.

'why are you walking so slow?' the boy mewled under his breath, attempting with no success to waddle out of his husband's grip.

'to show you off,' he smirked. 'really let them enjoy the view, y'know?'

'i hate you,' the boy snarled.

'no you don't, muffin,' his husband said confidently. 'if you did, you wouldn't have let me make you so big.'

the boy turned somehow redder, and just when he thought the humiliation had reached its apex, he doubled over with a whimper.

'agh, fuck~' he moaned, his legs trembling as he clutched his distended, on-display belly.

the other shoppers were now undeniably curious, some stopping in their tracks to stare at the situation unfolding before them. the boy whimpered, feeling every eye on him as he weakly cradled his abundant abdomen. the husband quickly bent down to the boy's level with genuine concern in his eyes which quickly turned into mischievous delight as soon as the boy spoke.

'i think i'm having a growth spurt...'

[phobzz]

Cog request

Bit of a self indulgent one, my regional assistant manager boardbot Toonie 😎

Reference's given ofc 👇

This one is incorrect cuz i put the smaller plates on the outside of the righr arm instead of inside

here u go! :3

[spicymotte]

Berserkir

[zeroinetoheroine]

Imagine Touya stopping you just to tie your shoelaces

"W-what are you doing?" You stuttered after the infamous villain knelt in front of you. He couldn't be -

Touya glanced up, his long fingers holding your shoelaces.

"What does it look like, doll? Ya wanna fall and get a trip to the ER?" He sneers, his azure orbs focusing back on the task.

"I c-can do it myself, Touya!" You huff, annoyed by the warmth engulfing your cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah, Drist." He waves his hand dismissively after standing up straight.

"But I thought it would be nice to practice my knots for tonight -" White-haired villain offers you langurous grin before spinning on his heels and continuing ahead.

"For tonight? What?" You rush after him, although juding by the tingles cascading down your spine, you had an idea of what could he possibly be tying up tonight.

[muekyn]

🗡 for Erwin

making a serious face o_o

send me an aot character + an emoji and i'll draw them!

[inafallsaway]

Drawing time!

[katebeckets]

intro to: WADE KINSELLA

for Ber @userzade ♡ happy belated birthday!

[sajra-savera]

ok umm my fav book quote's gotta be

"he's half of my soul as the poets say" (tsoa reference)

Your eyes that looked at me

As if they knew everything about me

You come closer and closer

As if you knew what i've been waiting for

What i just wished for

Is to remember all these simple lovely moments

I can hear your whisper

Singing songs of rubies

Roses made to bloom

I am made for you

सच्चियाँ मोहब्बताँ बुलंद करके

रखना पिटारी में तू बंद करके

रूसना भी हसना भी नाल तेरे

सबासे छुपा रखना अंग संग मैंने हाय��

[cozbunny]

a piece about my journey with womanhood

I used to identify as trans. I was confused about my gender ever since elementary school, and I used to never feel feminine. I didn’t fit in with other girls in my grade, and I felt I got along more with the boys in class. I would look at the girls sitting together and gossiping about who’s dating who, talking about makeup, hair, and new clothes they’d gotten over the weekend, and I found it boring and dull. Then I’d look at the boys, who were swearing at each other,  roughhousing, and just being “boys”, and I’d get jealous of them. I always wished that I was one of the boys.

In middle school, I started playing with my gender identity and trying new names, pronouns, and labels, to see what would stick. It was an incredibly uncomfortable time. I was surrounded by friends who didn’t take me seriously at the time and thought that me changing my name and pronouns a lot was me faking being trans. It was incredibly hurtful when my friends would ignore me or say I was faking it all, because I knew my feelings were incredibly real. 

At the end of 7th grade, after playing with my identity for what felt like forever, I finally settled on identifying as nonbinary. That label was the only one that made sense to me at the time, and it felt validating to be able to put a name to what I was feeling. I continued to label myself that way all the way until 10th grade. 

During the summer between 10th and 11th grade, something in my identity shifted. I suddenly felt more “binary” than in previous years. I wanted to wear makeup, jewelry, and even dresses. For God’s sake, I wanted to wear dresses for the first time since I was four! I wanted to be just like the girls that bored me in elementary school. I wanted to be a girl for the first time in my entire life.

At first, I was embarrassed. How could I have been so wrong? I felt like an idiot. Then, I felt anxious. All of the friends I had made over the years were all part of the LGBT community, so how on earth was I supposed to tell them I want to de-transition? I felt like they’d make fun of me and stop wanting to be my friend. 

I attempted to suppress my feelings. I tried identifying as nonbinary but presenting as a girl, I tried to say I was nonbinary and a girl at the same time, I even cut my hair and tried to look as masculine as possible. All of it made me feel worse, and I was depressed. I hated myself and just wished I had the courage to actually be myself.

After a while, I admitted to my boyfriend that I wanted to de-transition. I felt ashamed, but he supported me wholeheartedly. I asked him to start calling me she/her pronouns and referring to me as his girlfriend, and when he did, it all made sense. I was a cis girl!

My boyfriend gave me the courage to begin de-transitioning. I was embarrassed at first, but with time I got more comfortable with it. My friends from before did make fun of me, and even came up with crazy theories as to why I changed so much, which I was fine with because I wasn’t friends with them anymore. And for good reason. 

It’s safe to say that I’m much happier fully embracing myself for who I am, instead of trying to appease other people, and being ashamed that I was wrong in the past. It’s okay to change, and those who tried to shame me for that were stuck in the past and weren’t worth my time. I’m glad I’m me now, and not someone people want me to be. 

[abovecalamity]

🥰

(👀👀)

You remind me of a curious penguin.

Purple blue ish vibe and a glow in the dark.

You remind me of the night sky and I feel like you'd have a lot to dream under the stars.

I think you treasure the little things just like when-

-boop day happened, will always connect you to that day :p

You exude strong mind energy if that makes sense, you can and you will.

**a pic I took while climbing the biggest mountain in northern Germany** reminded me of you coming from Bayern with all these mountains being way bigger hehe

Gänseblümchen weil sie überall sind und du bist auch überall in meinen Notes hier <33

A candle lighting up a whole room by itself, that's you

(Send me a 🥰 and I will browse through Pinterest and create a mood board based on the vibes you give off.)

[tojis-gf]

lactation kink w/ toji x reader

an: okok this has been something i've wanted to actually indulge in for a minute and i'm rlly nervous abt it >_< if you aren't into this stuff, pls just skip past. + not proofread !

it was any other tuesday night, toji had put your two children down for bed which you couldn't appreciate more as you've been so exhausted. sure you're on maternity leave, but being at home doing chores around the house is so exhausting on your poor little pregnant body, especially with having to take care of two littles : ( but toji makes sure to help out when he's around and not working.

you're currently 27 weeks along and as of lately, your breasts have began to leak. toji doesn't mind, if anything, it makes the blood rush straight down to his cock. it absolutely turns him on. you're almost positive that toji loves seeing you pregnant because of how dense and plump your tits get, all filled up with milk for his baby that he put inside your warm womb.

as you watch some shitty reality tv show to try and relax for a bit, you begin to massage your breasts, as they're so sore, heavy, and full of milk. toji makes his way over to the couch, plopping down next to you, noticing your discomfort, "what's wrong baby" he says, reaching out to squeeze your tits, "are the girls feelin' extra full t'day? hm, y' want me t'make em' feel better hm?" he says with a smirk on his face. he knows the answer to that, he just wants to hear you beg for him to suck on your tits. "mhm, they're s'full, pretty please baby, make me feel better" you whine and of course he's wasting no time, not even bothering to lift your cute little lace tank top that can barely support your tits, rather pulling them out, letting the neck-line rest under them.

he begins with your right tit, mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking like there is no tomorrow, your sweet milk dripping from his mouth onto your tit, eventually dripping onto your pants but you didn't care, it felt sooo good. when it comes to your tits, that is definitely toji's oral fixation. if he could suck on them all day long he 100% would. he peers up at you through dazed eyes, drunk off your taste, "how does that feel babe, feels fuckin good right?" he says before switching to your left tit, attacking it like there was no tomorrow, you swear you could cum just from the sight of this "hah~ y-yeah baby, feels s'good mhm..keep goin' pleaseee" you babble in even more of a daze than he's in.

at this point, he's just kissing all over them, leaving love bites on the parts that'll be non-visible in tops, your nipples are so sore at this point you're unsure you'll even be able to bare it any longer, as much as you do enjoy all the love toji shows for your tits. "b-baby, thank you" you say as you go down to kiss the top of his head, "as much as i love you sucking on my tits, i'm starting to become a bit more sore than i initially was" you giggle, "lay here though, i'd like that a lot...". and he does, head resting against your bare chest as the two of you drift off into a slumber, quickly interrupted by the cries of your two-year old son. "don't worry, i got it, relax mama" he says, planting a kiss onto your chest, rising from the couch to tend to your son.