#soft belly… soft… so biteable…

[quietwingsinthesky]

biting and sucking hickeys on nick’s belly. what. who said that.

[unclewaynemunson]

It takes a while before Eddie catches up to what’s happening. It’s subtle, really, an untold story in slightly averted gazes and barely-visible scowls. But he starts paying extra attention to it when he catches Steve resolutely facing the other way when they pass a storefront with a couple of mirrors in it. From that moment, it doesn’t take long before Eddie notices the pattern, the way Steve meticulously avoids basically every reflective surface like it’s becoming a second nature for him.

When he finally asks Steve about it, Eddie sees how his face drops, and he kind of wishes he hadn’t brought it up. It pains him to see Steve like that.

‘I just - I don’t really recognize myself, anymore,’ Steve says. ‘I know it’s really fucking superficial, but I used to be this hot dude, you know. The guy everyone wanted to be with. And now I’m just some guy, with glasses and hearing aids and a belly and a retreating hairline, and a gross scar around his neck.’

Eddie can actually feel his heart shrink in his chest. He hates this for Steve. He wants to make clear to his boyfriend exactly how beautiful he still is, not despite, but exactly because of all the things he just mentioned.

'Those things can still go together, you know,’ he says, playfully shoving his shoulder against Steve’s, pressing a quick kiss against the scar on his neck. ‘If you ask me, you’re still the hottest dude in all of Hawkins. You’ll always be.’

And slowly, a smile starts creeping over Steve’s face. ‘You sure about that?’

Eddie nods, not looking away. ‘Hundred percent.’

Since that day, Eddie starts keeping a stack of post-its and a pen in the bathroom. Every night before he goes to bed, he sticks a new note on the bathroom mirror: “I love the color of your eyes.” “I love your soft tummy.” “Your hearing aids make you look like a sexy cyborg.” “Did you know your nose looks biteable AF?” “Your moles are more beautiful than any constellation.” The stream of compliments is endless, but not once does Eddie have to make an effort to come up with something new.

And that’s how the mirror stops being Steve’s enemy. Because ever since the first note, it’s become his new favorite thing to look in the mirror, the very first thing he wants to do when he wakes up in the morning. The messages always manage to surprise him, tirelessly keep pointing out new things about him, always in the most Eddie-ish way possible: funny, sweet, unhinged, caring, horny, genuine... And always so full of love. The one thing he can always count on.

But one morning, a day after he and Eddie got into a heated fight with each other, Steve steps into the bathroom with dread clawing at his stomach. He knows the mirror will be empty. Eddie was so fucking angry at him last night.

Unexpectedly, he does spot a note, a purple post-it with Eddie’s handwriting on it. He feels the overwhelming urge to cover his eyes, because this time, there will be something mean on it, no doubt. Eddie will tear apart what used to be the best part of Steve’s day with one single sentence. He steps closer, swallows, gets ready to face the music.

“I’m still mad at you but godDAMN why do you look so fucking HOT when you’re shouting at me that’s fucking unfair.”

Steve stares at the note for a full five minutes before taking it off the mirror and adding it to his ever-growing post-it collection. He’s completely overwhelmed by the love Eddie showed him even while he was angry. By the certainty behind that simple gesture. The unwavering commitment in Eddie’s actions.

Steve wakes Eddie up with a kiss and a cup of coffee. They talk it out, like they always do, and he buys a ring for Eddie the next day.

[sashi-ya]

𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝒀 CHOSO X F! READER ☆ ORAL; DEEP THROAT ☆ MDNI

Baggy white pants that can’t hide an erection no more, chocolate hair ruffled, cheeks tinted in pure red.

Such a pale skin, so kissable… so biteable. Nails scratching; leaving marks, trails of lust.

As you slowly kneel down, a subtle shiver takes over his hips a shiver that turns into soft thrusts, into wanting to penetrate motions.

A kiss on the belly button. A kiss right under it. And under, lower down. Finding Choso’s protruding hipbones; Oh, what a delight…!

“What-?” he asks, a voice so low it could be mistaken by a last breath. “What, what? Don’t you want my lips around your dick, Choso-kun?” you purr, making him go ever more flustered.

The curse sighs loudly; perhaps that one had been his last breath. The black mark on the bridge of his nose and cheeks makes a perfect contrast on crimson flesh… that’s as red as blood, so blushed and warm.

“Just let me do this for you” you whisper, using your front teeth to graze the tight skin of his lower stomach.

Choso flinches with the subtle scrape, but his hand immediately falls upon the crown of your head. His fingers play with your hair, tangling in between them, pulling ever so softly up and against his crotch… oh, his hardness.

The warmth, the scent, the wet spot on his pants; how inviting, how alluring. A kiss you plant on the bulge makes his belly muscles spasm, and the grip on your head tighten.

Yet another kiss with nails softly scratching the sides of his belly to pull his pants… painfully slowly down. The hem of the pants gets stuck right in the middle as his erection fights the opposite force, but finally you are able to free his sex from the clothing jail.

It lays there, drippy, and twitchy, right in front of you. So precious, so hard and deliciously tempting. You gloat, and with the tip of your tongue catch the drop of precum sprouting from the tip.

“Ngh…” the pale blood manipulator grunts, losing control and pushing hard -but still delicate enough- to let you know how much he is aching to have you suck him off.

“Needy boy…” you giggle, this time using your whole tongue to taste his shaft from the bottom up. Your eyes, fixed on his hazelnut ones, telling him what’s next without the need of any word.

Your lips separate. You stick your tongue out with a little string of saliva still attached to his tip and wait for him to bury himself inside of your wet cave.

With strength, grunts, and moans Choso proceeds to violate your throat. He goes faster, harder with each thrust. Leaving you breathless, with tears pulling on the corner of your eyes.

“I wanna hear you gag, love…” “Ngh.. y-yes, Choso-kun… 💖~”

[a-killer-obsession]

Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 24 - Unmasked

~IT'S TIIIIIIIMEEEE~

WC: ~3.5k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @iggy5055

You giggled like a schoolgirl as Killer dropped you on to his bed, making you bounce slightly against the mattress. He knelt at the edge to remove his mask, shirt and shoes, before removing each of your heels as you removed your own mask, kissing each of your ankles in turn and making you giggle even more. His sling was also discarded, exposing the clean bandage wrapped around his forearm, reminding you of his bravery in protecting you. He climbed on to the bed to hover over you, diving in to press his eager mouth against yours. You both moaned at the contact, your hands immediately finding purchase in his hair as you held him to you. The kisses you'd shared since the island had been soft, tender and experimental. This one was rougher, full of fire and pent up passions as your thighs spread for him and his center ground against yours. His tongue ran over the seam of your mouth to beg entrance, and you parted your lips for him, moaning into his mouth at the first real taste of him you'd had since returning from the island. He grunted as he pressed harder against you, before pulling away and letting you take a much needed sharp breath.

He didn't wait for you to finish catching air, his mouth trailing down your jaw to your neck, where he marked you with nips and harsh sucks of your skin, always running his tongue over the affected spot to soothe before moving to the next. Your back ached to lift your ass away from the mattress as he slid his hands up your thighs, forcing your satin dress up your form till he could pull it over your head. His tongue found a breast while his hand found the other, licking and kissing and fondling whatever he could.

“You're filling out you know, and it's driving me fucking mad, especially with your lack of bra tonight,” he looked up at you as he took a breast in his mouth, running his tongue over your pert nipple before letting it go with a pop. “Here too,” he kissed his way down to where your tummy had become malleable and rounded in your time on the ship, “you're so soft and beautiful, I wanna eat you up” he took a playful bite at your stomach and you squealed cheerfully.

It was true that you were no longer the bag of bones you'd been when they found you. The island and your capture had slowed progress, but you'd begun to develop a pleasant layer of fat over your entire body, your breasts now large enough to properly hold and your thighs plush and biteable. Your belly was quickly growing, and you were glad a shop assistant had the foresight to make you buy clothes a few sizes too big, because now they were definitely coming in handy. Before being discarded by the marines, you would have felt self conscious about anyone commenting on you getting heavier, but in this case it made you beam with pride, overjoyed that you were in a place where you were capable of putting on weight. It drove Killer crazy to know his cooking had helped with that, to hide your once visible ribs and make your complexion glow with good health. Strangers no longer looked at you like you were a pity project, your well hidden scars now the only evidence of your abuse.

Killer tugged at your panties and you raised again so he could slide them down your legs and throw them to the floor. His hands wrapped under and around your thighs as he continued to kiss down your front, breezing over your needy slit before nipping at your thighs. Your fingers wove through his hair and pulled desperately at it. “Kil, please~” you whined. He smirked up at you before finally burying his tongue between your folds and flicking your clit with it, pulling a long, deep groan from you as he sucked and licked it.

One of his hands reached up, running over your soft abdomen before groping at a breast, rubbing a nipple between his fingertips. His other hand came to your dripping hole, teasing your entrance before slipping a finger inside you. You pulled hard on his hair and let out a pained yelp, and he quickly pulled away.

“What happened?” He panted, “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”

There was a tear trailing down your cheek and he climbed back over you, falling to your side as he took your face in his hands and wiped the tear with his thumb. “Did you get injured today? What happened?”

“It's my fault,” you sniffed, “Mohawk I said I needed to wait six weeks after… after he had to stitch me. It's only been three, I thought I was feeling okay but I guess I got ahead of myself”

“Oh, oh,” Killer pulled you close to his chest, understanding now why you had been in pain, “sorry, I should have asked”

“It's not your fault, I would have said yes if you'd asked anyway, it's karma for ignoring the doctor,” you sighed, “are you mad? I didn't mean to lead you on…”

“Hush, everything is okay,” he replied softly, “I'll never be mad at you for saying no to me, I'm just happy you felt comfortable enough to get this far at all”

“I really missed you, Kil,” you hummed against his chest as he stroked your back. “I missed this, and the time we've been spending together lately has been so nice”

“Mmm, I agree,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “I thought, when you cried out, that you were maybe… maybe scared. Because of what happened”

“I don't think I could ever be scared of you, Kil,” you tilted your head to look at him, his blue eyes coming down to meet yours, searching for any hint of uncertainty. “In truth, with all the time we've been spending together, I've kinda forgotten about it. It all feels like a bit of a blur when I'm around you, you make me too happy to let those dark feelings in''

“I feel the same, about the things I'd rather forget,” he stroked your cheek gently and tucked your loose lavender strands behind your ear, “I feel lighter around you”

“Do you think maybe… you'll talk to me soon? About the… illness?” You asked carefully.

“The manic episodes?” He replied easily, “I haven't had one since I started on the meds. I've been feeling a lot better” He wiggled out of your hold to sit up against the headboard, and you snuggled back against his side. “When I was a kid I started to not like my smile or my laugh, and I was bullied a lot about it. At some point it started to consume me, but Kid and I had a friend, Victoria, who always soothed me when I was at my lowest. She knew best how to build my ego back up and get me past it, and at some point Kid and I both realised we were in love with her. You would have liked her, I think. She took no shit from anyone and wasn't afraid to put us in our place when we pissed her off, but she had a gentle side to her as well, and she was always making us laugh.”

“How did she die?” You asked. Killer let out a sad sigh, and you immediately regretted asking. “Sorry, I didn't mean to pry, you were already doing so well opening up on your own”

“No, it's okay,” he forced a smile for you. That in itself told you how much he was ready to trust you with this, given how much he hated his smile. “I want to tell you everything, I want to let you in properly. It's just hard to talk about her”

“I understand,” you whispered, “you don't have to tell me right now if you don't want to”

“No, I want to,” he replied, taking a deep breath, “Our island was controlled by four gangs. Kid and I controlled one, Heat and Wire each controlled their own. The last was responsible for her death, and we ended up making an alliance with Heat and Wire's gangs to take down the rival gang responsible for it. At some point Heat and Wire became our friends, and we decided our island was too small for our goals and we set out to sail together”

“That's nice, that they helped you take them down,” you mused, “and that the ship was named after her. I never took Heat or Wire as leaders though, they're so loyal to Kid”

“He's the kind of man that makes you want to fall in line,” Killer hummed, “we all want him to achieve his dream”

“Mmm, I get it,” you pressed your head back into Killer's chest and the arm he had wrapped around you stroked your arm tenderly. You may have joined the crew for selfish reasons and self preservation, but Kid had really grown on you. You, too, wanted to see him become King of the Pirates.

“The episodes started at some point after she died,” he continued, “I get these… waves of rage, and they manifest in a laughter I can't control. Kid could only do so much, so he made me the mask because it seemed like reflections were a trigger. It helped, and I hadn't had a episode in a long time before the island, but when I… heard you with Heat I just… broke.”

“With Heat?” You thought hard, trying to think of what he could have heard, before coming to a stark realisation, springing up to kneel next to him so you could look him in the eye properly, “oh Kil I'm so sorry, I wasn't in the right headspace when we got back, I was hurt and angry and I just wanted to lash out and I made a mistake”

“Don't apologise, I understand,” Killer sighed, “Heat is a comfort for you, you needed comfort”

“If it makes you feel better, I didn't even finish,” you admitted, sitting on your feet and idly playing with his hand, threading your fingers through his.

“You didn't?” He raised his brow at the admission.

“It's embarrassing,” you shied away, “I cried and told him he wasn't you. Poor guy was still inside me”

Killer snorted a laugh and you looked up at him questioningly. “Fuck, no wonder the other's were so frustrated with us, we're fucking idiots”

You laughed too at the realisation, collapsing back into his arms as you both laughed. It was his real laugh, and your heart warmed hearing it and knowing how deeply he trusted you.

“We really are bad at this huh?” You wheezed as the laughing settled, “I love you though, Kil. I'm sorry for being so stubborn”

“Me too,” he laid back down and pulled you with him, twisting his still jean covered legs with yours. “I know I can be a stubborn fool, but I'm happy you found your way back to me. I love you, so much”

“Mmm,” you nuzzled your head against his chest, “I don't love those jeans though, why am I the only one naked here?”

Killer huffed at you but smiled nonetheless, slipping out of the bed to strip his clothes before sliding under the covers, holding them open for you to join him. You revelled in the bare skin to skin as he enveloped you in his warmth and twisted his legs back with yours, making a satisfied hum as your breasts pressed against his bare chest. You couldn't help but kiss him again, running your hands around his neck and threading one through his hair as he held you close to him. His erection was quickly growing again, caught between your abdomens, and you ground against his thigh in newfound need. Just because you were out of commission didn't mean you weren't still unbearably horny. He groaned as you rubbed your centre against him, flexing his thigh muscles to allow for more friction as you moaned and rolled your hips more desperately. Your motions were rubbing his cock against your soft belly and he groaned at his own need for friction, pulling your hips tight and guiding your movements to continue as his fingertips sunk into your skin.

“Kil~” you moaned between hot, wet kisses, “it feels good”

“It feels good for me too,” he groaned, “keep going, fuck, use my thigh princess”

You rolled fast against him, the kisses growing messy and failing as you both resigned to just burying your heads in each other's necks, lost to your desires, your coils both building quickly after two painful months of hungering for each other's touch.

“Kil, I'm close,” you whined into his shoulder. Your slick was coating his thigh and assisting in your motions as his precum lubricated your stomach, Killer making short thrusts to meet your rolls as he desperately chased his orgasm. The grunts he was making almost directly in your ear were making you feel high as your coil finally snapped, and you whimpered as you shook in his arms. He made a low, long groan as he spilled out over your stomach, stilling and holding you tight against him as he shook from the intense climax.

You blearily found his lips again, sighing into his mouth as he kissed you softly, running a hand up your back in a soothing manner. He held your face in his hands and kissed your cheek, before sliding out of the bed and going to his bathroom. He returned with a warm, damp cloth and cleaned you up, before cleaning himself and discarding the cloth. He slid back into the bed and laid on his back, a hand behind his head as he smiled up at the ceiling. You curled up next to him, running a finger through his soft blond chest hair before finally resting against him.

“That was nice,” you hummed, before letting out a little satisfied yawn. Your yawn caught as he followed suit, rolling towards you to intertwine again as you had been before. He wanted as much of your warm skin against his as possible, you weren't about to protest. You sleepily nuzzled against his chest and soon you were both snoring away happily.

You were grateful to be spending the night in his arms as the weather picked up again, the ship rocking violently from side to side through the night. You no doubt would have been thrown, as you had the night before the island, if not for his strong arms keeping you in place. Items were being thrown around the room, and you were glad again that you were in his room and not yours. Something told you being in a room with several small, metal animal sculptures being flung around would not make for a good night of sleep. You could hear both of your masks rolling back and forth on the floor as the ship shifted, it was almost like they were playing together, or perhaps having their own roll around. Maybe you'd wake up tomorrow to find a tiny hybrid of both of your masks.

Regardless of Killer's firm hold on you though, you found yourself growing nauseous at the constant movement. You were no stranger to ships during a storm, but perhaps you ate something undercooked last night, it had been hastily prepared after all. Or maybe you just drank too much, both likely scenarios. Either way, the second you woke up properly you found yourself clawing your way out of Killer's arms and running to his bathroom, emptying your stomach somewhat violently in his toilet. Killer quietly knelt behind you, woken by your sudden fleeing, and pulled your hair out of your face while you continued to throw up.

After what felt like an age you finally felt like there was nothing left to bring up, and you collapsed against Killer, a palm pressed to your aching head.

“You okay?” He asked softly, rubbing your arms. Both of you were still naked on the bathroom floor but it didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable.

“Yeah, sorry, drank too much last night I think,” you groaned, taking one of his hands and holding it over your shoulder. “Sorry for waking you”

“It's fine, do you need anything?” He squeezed your hand reassuringly.

“I gotta brush my teeth, maybe a shower,” you replied, trying to stand. He helped you to your feet before digging in his bathroom cabinet for a spare toothbrush. It was always good to have spares, he once woke up after a storm to find his toothbrush in the toilet, with a week till the next resupply island. Never again. He opened the packaging and handed it to you, before turning to run the shower while you brushed your teeth. He pulled a towel out of a clean laundry hamper, hung it for you, and went to leave, but you grabbed his hand, looking at him pleadingly with the brush still in your mouth. He snorted at how goofy you looked.

“Alright, I can't say no to you when you look like that,” he laughed, grabbing out another towel and hanging it next to yours. He stepped into the shower and you watched him hungrily as his hair dampened and the water ran over his bare muscles, still brushing your teeth as you watched the drops trail down past his well endowed cock. You lost yourself ogling him, and he smirked as he looked over and realised you were entirely distracted by his body.

“You're gonna have no teeth left if you keep brushing them, princess,” he laughed.

“Stht,” you garbled with your mouth full, immediately spitting the toothpaste and rising, “Sorry,” you laughed. He made way for you to step into the shower, hugging you from behind as the warm water ran over you and soothed your body that ached from the excursion of emptying your stomach.

The shower was almost domestic as he lathered you with soaps and massaged your aching body, you barely had to lift a finger unless it was to make sure his bandage stayed dry. He rinsed you with the showerhead before shutting off the water and wrapping you in a soft towel with a gentle hug. You were practically skipping as you returned to the bedroom, letting yourself fall back onto his mattress, still wrapped in the towel. Killer followed after you, one towel around his hips, another being used to dry his hair. The position of the towel allowed for a perfect view of the deep V of his abdomen, and the golden trail of hair that ran over his tanned skin from his belly button to under the towel. With his arms raised to his hair his muscles were pulled taut and his strong biceps were well displayed.

“God, I wanna lick you,” you purred, then quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, “I didn't mean to say that out loud”

“I'm not gonna stop you,” he smirked, taking a step towards you, reaching to drop his towel, when his foot collided with something solid. He reached down to collect it, looking at it with furrowed brows and a frown as he examined the front of your mask.

“What?” You sat up, concerned. He turned the mask to reveal a deep crack down the front of the visor, a significant wedge missing from the transparent material. “NO”

You stood quickly, taking the mask and running your hand over the crack, then turning the mask to and fro to examine for other damages, which were thankfully minimal.

“Fuck, it must have gotten cracked last night,” you sighed, then let out a long, annoyed groan, “god fucking damn it”

“Maybe Kid can fix it,” he suggested, “I think he has a fair idea of how it works”

You sighed and sat down on the bed with a defeated pout. “I hope so, I can't exactly just rock up to Egghead and ask for a new one”

Killer took the mask from you as he sat and replaced the space in your hand with his own, “We'll figure it out,” he kissed your hand, “and you've got your sword and your seastone, you're still a more than capable fighter without your fruit”

“Kid isn't gonna be happy,” you mumbled.

“He can get over it, he should know by now that you're more than just a weapon,” he smiled reassuringly, “you'll be alright”

You let out a long exhale and rested your head against Killer's shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you and ran his thumb over your bare skin. “Thanks Kil,” you mumbled.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

[loquarocoeur]

I love to think about Charles being obsessed with all of Max's soft spots. His love handles that never completely go away even in a tough season. His belly and thighs that are so squishable. simply lovely to both lay on and nibble on. And don't even get Charles started on Max's tits

Mmm oh yes absolutely who doesn't love Max's tits and I will never get over those barely there love handles, just that little layer of squish that never goes away, he's so biteable I want to chew on him

Charles probably feeds him far too many kinder chocolates in the off season to get some more squish while he can and Max doesn't care enough to make more of an effort to resist them

And there's just something about thighs and pecs and biceps with the more muscle you have the softer it is when relaxed as well so it's just asgdkafhs

he's so venus de milo looking in certain lights it drives me insane

[melonba11s]

Being Nice (Strade/MC fanfic)

CW: Jockstrap, Ass Eating, Sweat fetish, Gender Neutral MC

"what are you wearing." your voice came out in a croak. Strade had come up from the basement, his shirt and pants covered in gore and began to undress.

Him undressing in front of you had stopped bothering you a while ago. You even sort of liked it. Made you feel like he trusted you.

So you stared a bit, appreciating his soft chubby belly and biteable folds of fat on his back.

Until his pants slid down and you bore witness to a full moon.

"Hmm?" Strade looked up, folding his pants over his arm as he stood in nothing but his boots, socks and a jock strap.

"Ah? this?" he asked, gesturing to his waist. "Person in the basement was a kicker."

*was*. Whoever he had in there wasn't around anymore. That should bother you, it should make you feel sick.

You could barely register it though, your gaze was still held by his attire.

The bands of elastic clung to his waist, and cupped his ass perfectly. Whatever guard that the strap was equipped with made his bulge round and distracting.

The sound of a throat clearing made you start.

"My eyes are up here." Strade was grinning. A small spark in his eyes. But he didn't look dangerous, his recent basement activities had sated him.

Or you were tricking yourself into a false sense of security and safety.

Either way... It felt okay to be vulnerable around him right now, and you got closer.

"Sorry." you weren't sorry. "It just looks... Good." Maybe complimenting him would butter him up a bit.

Strade cocked an eyebrow, then gave a dramatic sigh shaking his head, like you were a dog begging that he just *couldn't* say no too.

"Okay, fine... Do what you want." he tossed his clothes aside to the floor.

Your knees dropped onto the floor hard enough to bruise.

It made Strade laugh.

"No patience, huh? That's cute." You swallowed down your embarrassment, leaning in to press your face into his hip.

It was wet, still sweaty, and the elastic gave way some of his sweat as you pressed into it. You inhaled deeply, almost choking on how overwhelmingly powerful the odor was.

You wanted more though. You began inching around him rubbing your cheek against his thighs and then against his ass.

A small chuckle from him. You really hadn't expected it to be so soft. You couldn't help it.

You bit it.

It earned you a small yelp and a gentle swat.

"Hey!" He didn't sound very upset, just amused. "That wasn't very nice."

"you want me to be nice?" you asked. Your tone was coy, unlike how you usually spoke to him. Something about this moment had affected you.

Strade didn't respond outside of another short laugh.

Short because you placed your hands on his ass and spread them slowly.

"whoa, what are you-" he choked on his words as you ran your tongue across his hole.

He *tasted* so much stronger than he smelt. You groaned and buried your tongue into him, lapping and sucking at his ass like it was a rare treat.

And it was earning you some noises you had never heard him make before. Gasps and "nng's", a hand brushing your head as if to swat you away again but not gaining enough purchase too.

You grew more fervent, running your fingers between his thighs to massage the space between his balls and ass, loving how you could feel him tense and shift with each rub.

After several moments of sucking and licking, you drew back for a breathe of good air.

Which is when the hand he kept behind him finally grabbed a good handful of hair.

"Hey now..." you looked up as he turned around. He looked beautiful.

Pupils blown out, cheeks dusted with red, mouth parted and eyes hooded.

"You better take care of this now." You swallowed as he pushed the front of his jock strap down, his cock springing free. It looked *painfully* hard.

The grip on your hair grew painful as he tugged you too your feet, then let go as he tossed you over the arm of the couch.

"I wonder if I should be nice to you, too."

[fourmula1]

Daniel popping out chunky blonde baby after chunky blonde baby and it’s the last one that’s finally got the dark curly hair and dark eyes… Max finally getting his mini-Daniel after Daniel got all his mini-Maxs.

sfw. 615 words.

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Daniel can hardly believe that he’s looking at his daughter right now. Tiny, smooth, perfect little cheeks. Itty bitty button nose. Thick, dark, curly mop of hair.

He shifts in the hospital bed a little, careful not to jostle her in his arms too much as she sleeps. It’d been a pretty easy birth – he’d done it twice before now – and there were no complications. Just his sweet little girl joining them earthside to complete their perfect little family.

Daniel carefully traces his fingertip over her little features, down her nose, across her cheeks. He smiles as she stirs from the tickle, but settles in easily again. Being born is hard work.

He looks up when he hears the soft knock on the door, hears Max’s quiet voice instructing to be very quiet and go slowly to Daddy. When his three boys push into the room – Max, Arie, and Frankie – Daniel smiles big for them as the littles stumble over.

“Hello, my big boys,” Daniel coos to them, laughing a little as Arie pulls himself up to sit on the edge of Daniel’s bed, Frankie reaching up to Max with uppy-arms until Max picks him up to set him on the bed, too. “Be gentle, okay? This is your baby sister,” Daniel tells his little boys.

Arie is four, wide-eyed and curious. He’s got the big brother thing down and he’s a good boy and Daniel isn’t worried about him at all. Frankie, two, has been their sweet baby and Daniel worries about his transition to middle child. He smiles at Max, glances back at the boys. His three beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed boys. Arie and Frankie are so cute, their round ruddy cheeks, chunky biteable bellies. He loves them so much.

“What’s her name?” Arie asks as he leans forward to get a better look at the baby in his daddy’s arms.

“Papa and I haven’t decided yet,” Daniel tells him as he shifts to adjust the baby girl in his arms so that her brothers can see her little sleeping face. He gently tugs off the tiny knitted baby cap so they can get a good look at her, and his heart melts a bit as Frankie’s tiny chubby little hand reaches out.

“Gentle, Frankie,” Max says from where he’s sat next to the bed. “Be very soft.”

Daniel watches as Frankie’s fingers touch the dark, thick curls on their baby girl’s head, then as he looks up at Daniel, seemingly piecing it all together.

“Dada hair,”  he says and Daniel laughs, utterly smitten with his sweet little family.

“That’s right, she has hair like me,” Daniel agrees. He wishes he had enough arms to pull all his babies in for a cuddle. His heart could burst.

Max’s genes said copy + paste with the boys. Not a trace of Daniel in them as far as the eye could tell. Blonde, blue eyed, stocky, rolly polly little chunky babies they were. Still are. Daniel hopes they stay this cute forever.

She’s all Daniel, though. Dark, thick, curly hair. Olive skin. He’s willing to bet she’ll have dark eyes like him, too.

His babies are all perfect.

“We have to let Daddy and the baby rest,” Max says from beside them and Daniel smiles at him a bit.

“A few more minutes,” He says, reaches to pass their little girl off to the safety of her papa’s arms. “I need my cuddles first,” Daniel says as he opens his arms to his little boys, heart full and warm when they giggle and squirm up to tuck into his sides. He squeezes them close to him, presses kisses to their blonde heads, and closes his eyes.

[seradae]

Anatomy [soft] [silly] [puppyplay] [educational]

We were laying in bed, the blankets bunched up at our feet, you on your back and me on my side looking at you. Every bit of stress from the day, every need, every ounce of tension we carried were all gone; we had seen to that together over the last hour. Now we could just lay contently, but as it so often happened, my mind began to drift.

I gave you a soft kiss on the cheek and pushed myself up to sit cross-legged, facing you. "Welcome to Puppy Anatomy 101," I announced in my teacher voice with a grin, causing you to giggle. "Today we're going to discuss the basic parts of a puppy. We have a lovely specimen here on which to demonstrate."

I ran my fingers through your hair and you giggled harder. "What are you doing, Miss?"

"Shhh, please let our students learn," I admonished with a wink. I held a bit of your hair up and explained, "starting from the top of their head, we're met with hair. Some people refer to this as fur, but as you'll see later in the class, this is a misconception."

"Now, the hair on a puppy serves many purposes, from the aesthetics, often including multiple colors," I continued, holding it up and gazing at it happily. "To the practical, both for warmth and control." My hand drifted to the back of your head, taking hold of your hair and holding it tight for a moment, eliciting a little whimper.

"Now, speaking of multi-purpose puppy parts," I said in an even tone, running a finger across your lips. "The mouth may be the most versatile part of a puppy's body. From licking, to sucking, to kissing, to biting. In fact, my puppy here tends to bite quite a bit, so I like to muzzle them." You giggled and I leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Moving down, we have the neck," I explain, trailing my nails gently over yours. "The sides of the neck are extremely sensitive to kissing and biting. This is a good way to remind a puppy that they're yours." I leaned over and kissed your neck before biting you gently, a yip coming from your mouth in response. "As you can see from their intense blush, they know with certainty now that they are my puppy." I held eye contact with you and grinned.

"Next we have the chest. As with the neck, this is a sensitive region and good for biting. In fact, most parts of the puppy are good for biting." I gently bit the side of the breast nearest to me and I heard a sharp intake of air. "As you can see, more than just the nipple is sensitive. Kneading and groping is also a good choice here."

My fingers trailed down to the sides of your tummy. "The tummy, or belly, is ticklish, biteable, and provides a large surface area on which to love." I gently tickled your side for a moment, hearing your giggles in response, then leaned in to bite all over your tummy to hear even more. "Personally, this is among my favorite regions. Especially on my puppy."

"The last area we'll cover today are the thighs. This is a region often ignored in discussions of puppy anatomy, but this is a mistake." I squeezed your thigh and ran my nails along the length of the inside. "In addition to the obvious biteability for the responses, this is one place I love to write or leave other marks just for them. Not to mention the sheer level of squish -- take note of that term, it will be on the exam."

At this point, neither of us could keep it together and burst out laughing, me collapsing into you and kissing in between laughs. "I'm so glad to have been your subject, Miss," you said sweetly.

"Me too, my lovely puppy. Maybe we should make this a whole lecture series."

"Yours," you whispered out of habit before looking at me. "I have so many parts left. I'm in!"

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

I can’t believe I’m about to say this and I entirely blame you (lovingly)

Let Curtis hide you under his shirt and press you against his hot clean skin. He smells good - like stupid good. He will squeeze you nice and tight and get a little handsy when he wants 🧡🍑🧡

THE DREAM! PLEASE! I would never leave, I bet he would smell so good too. Fuck.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

"Hey!" You opened the door from the kitchen into the garage to poke your head in. "If we're headed to Paulie's, you are gonna have to shower." You reminded him. He was stuck up under the Camaro, pulling himself out to look at the time.

"Shit... Thank's Honey."

"Figured you lost track of time." You shrugged as you leaned in the doorway, watching as he scrambled up, the front of his hands grease-covered and he tried wiping them clean, with the toe of his boot he shifted the tools out of the way.

It was almost unfair how Curtis could just be so effortlessly HOT, but you got to admire him whenever and wherever, so could you really complain. Even now, dirty head to toe, his clothes stained, oil and grease streaked across his forehead, hands that he couldn't touch you with till after he cleaned up, and here you were ready to jump him.

"Yeah, I get caught up in finding that part and wanted to get it installed." He carefully stepped past you, leaving you to follow after him. Was his ass always that biteable looking? You tilted your head, distracted in your own train of thought. "As soon as I'm done showering, we can head out."

Focus. "Sure. Take your time." You smiled assuredly, but you must not have been able to hide the lust in your gaze cause Curtis smirked at you, careful still not to touch you but press his lips to yours.

"Admire all you want Honey." He laughed at your whine as he pulled away, going upstairs to shower.

When he came back, he was fresh and clean. A soft tee taken place of the ragged stained one and black jeans clasping against his thick thighs, his favorite boots once more sounded across the old wooden floors and you looked over your book to see him rubbing at his cleaned buzzcut. "Ready to head out Honey?"

You glanced at him and set your book down, unfolding from your seat. "Just a second Curtis." You approached him, leaving him wondering what you were doing. "Lift your shirt?" Curtis fisted a hand in the bottom of his shirt and lifted, your hands falling against his soft belly and flowing upwards to his muscled torso, biting your lip. His skin twitched at the sensation of your nails scraping gently against him, flowing over the various tattoos he had. "I couldn't get close and personal earlier, I'm not quite ready to go behave playing darts."

"Well let them wait." Curtis said gruffly while fitting his shirt to cover you, pressing you up against his chest and muffling your laugh.

"I'm gonna stretch your shirt!" You protested but you let your face press in against his chest, inhaling his very masculine scent that made your toes curl and your tongue dart out to tease a nipple right near your mouth. Even his skin tasted good right after his shower.

"I don't give a shit." He teased, his hands running down to grasp your ass and press you flush against him. His hands dipped below the band of your pants and grasped your cheeks in a possessive way. "You keep teasing with those lips and I'm gonna bring your sweet ass right back upstairs Pretty Girl." You took it a step further, your tongue twirling around and sucking on him before you yelped with shock when his hand ended up between your thighs, teasing your pussy. "Gonna let me make you feel good? Let's see how many times you can come for me tonight."

You huffed against his chest, letting his offer sink in. Darts or Sex? It was an easy choice. You poked your head out of the collar of his shirt, catching his smug grin at your reaction. "You really wanna go back upstairs? Cause I could be persuaded."

"Fuck yes Honey... we can meet up with everyone Saturday night."

[fatguarddog]

Pudgy enby puppy who wants to get fattened up by a big, bad dog here- I already have a biteable little belly, filled with cookies and noodles and fries that I had for dinner... I wonder if I could fit in some more... - 💜

I hope you did fit some more in! Pudgy puppies should always have a little bit more as a treat for being so good and cute

I bet your belly looks so wonderfully soft, it'd be my pleasure to sink my teeth in while you're all stuffed up and round~

[acre-of-wheat]

hello! i saw you say something i think a couple days ago about having posted a poll, and as i am so invested in these works of yours i did a little blog stalking and could not seem to find it. Just wondering if i was missing something or if i interpreted that wrong?

Okay, yes, you are totally right, I just didn't expect a tie and for some reason this threw me for a huge loop?

I have finally decided just to post a snippet of one of the "winning" fics, since it turns out after much thought I'm changing the POV of The Challenge to Kit's (necessitating rewrites!) so here is a snippet of The Punishment!!!

Kit has a certain squirrelly energy about her. She's shifting on the couch cushion. Picking up her phone for twenty second intervals at a time before tossing it away with an aggrieved sigh. Tugging at a loose thread on the cuff of her sleeve. Overall it could be said that Kit is squirming.

Jade looks over her glasses at her girl.

"Kit."

Kit shifts even more under her stare before Jade can tell she's determinedly reining herself into a sort of near stillness, though a certain nervous energy is still present in the tapping of her fingers.

"Can I, um," Kit's eyes flick away, there's a flush to her cheeks that Jade would like to nip at, "can I touch myself?"

Jade fights back a delighted grin, keeps her features neutral. She takes a few beats of silence to tamp down her excitement and to prolong Kit's suffering, the squirm starting to come back to Kit’s body in the form of bouncing her leg.

"Feeling worked up?" Jade asks finally.

Kit lets out a little bitten back whine, and Jade nearly launches herself across the couch at her.

"Yeah," Kit says quietly.

Jade rakes her eyes down Kit's body, takes in the way she's breathing fast, the way it presses her sharp collar bones against the soft fray fabric of her shirt, how her mouth is just barely parted, lips wet and biteable, how her shorts are slung just low enough to expose the skin of her hips, a slight strip of her belly that Jade would like to explore with her tongue, how she's shifting from side to side and one hand is tapping against her thigh. Kit is a perfect mess of stymied want.

Jade lets herself smile.

"Alright, baby, you can touch yourself."

Kit leans forward and grins.

"Thank you, Jade," her voice is a bit breathless as she begins to stand to leave.

"Where are you going?"

Kit freezes, looks back.

"To the bedroom?"

"No," Jade says, pointing to the couch, "if you want to touch yourself you're staying right here to do it."

[hexblooddruid]

SAME QUESTION TO YOU what physical attribute(s) of bryn & pacifico are their lis favorites

Oooh okay. For Astarion, it's Bryn's breasts, belly, and thighs. All the parts of her that are warm and soft and kissable (and biteable). He loves to kiss down her happy trail.

For Wyll it's her hands. Bryn never thought her hands were any special. They are small and chubby and scarred and callused, not considered beautiful in any way but for Wyll, those are the hands that heal him, soothe him, comfort him. The first time he kissed her, it was her hands she kissed.

For Gale, it's Pacifico lips. So soft, so attentive. Pacifico loves to kiss him all over. As an entertainer and leader of the group, so much of Pacifico is for public consumption but his lips just belong to Gale.

[ask-wolf-joon]

Jungkook is the embodiment of dessert. He's like a fat cake. Indulgent. Soft. Sweet. His belly is SO soft and squishy. He's got stacks of rolls up his sides... and I love calling him my cinnamon bun because of it uwu.

Maybe... spongy is the right word too? I can sink my fingers into his tummy, and when I let up, his belly bounces right back out into place, jiggling cutely just like a sponge cake with thick frosting slathered on top.

Nnng I wanna eat him up

My tummy is also soft! I make sure to fatten up on things like Jungkook's bunny cream that keeps my belly supple instead of firm! But instead of Jungkook's flabby squish I'm... more like? There is a definite gut. The top of my tummy is big and round, and it sits on my lower belly, which is really just one big roll of chub all around my waist. Um. My lower belly kind of- bulges forwards because it fattens up so much faster than the rest of me... so... my lower belly is always stuffed with new squish and looking perky and plump (mY faVoriTe wOrd nnnh).

Jungkook is much more balanced in his gaining than I am because he's a prey species. He's all curvy tits and hips and thighs and dumptruck ass and soft squish and so biteable. And it really balances out the immense weight in his tummy!

I'm all belly. Think a scoop of ice cream with my tummy being the round part and my lower belly being that fluffy ring it sits on in the cone! There is so much weight in my belly and sometimes the morning after a stuffing I don't know how to walk right because my balance is all off. The rest of me is softening and growing- just a bit slower than my chubby champion @ask-feedees-jikook !!

I hope this fed your craving anonie and Koo uwu

Can you describe how your and joons bellies are different 😳

-🐷

I am so bad at describing so I'm gonna @ask-wolf-joon if he wouldn't mind describing for both of us! He's so much better with his words than I am~!

[zhongrin]

more to love

◇ characters ◇ zhongli

◇ tags ◇ afab!reader, chubby!reader, extremely self indulgent don't like don’t read, asphyxiation

◇ a/n ◇ all bodies are valid. you can be skinny or fit or pudgy or overweight or underweight or anything inbetween - you are beautiful nonetheless. as of writing this, i just…. i needed a self-pick-me-up.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

your husband absolutely adores the extra softness on your body.

sometimes, he feels a little childish for wanting to pinch your adorable cheeks, so his subconsciousness makes up for it by having his hand mindlessly making biscuits on your tummy or thighs, like some kind of a kitten who’s fascinated by his new and overly comfortable blanket.

he wants you to constantly sit on his lap ("'too heavy'? ….. darling, have you perhaps forgotten the story behind the guyun stone forest? let me recount it for you-") whenever he talks, and when it’s his turn to listen you bet he’ll be tucking his chin on your soft shoulder, sighing comfortably against your neck. his arms tightly snug around you, fingers fondling your belly, sometimes your thighs, and other times your breasts.

your fingers are so adorable to him. he marvels at how he can splay them open against each other and curl the top of his fingers to cradle yours in. he shakes his head when you apologize for its ‘stumpiness’, and he tells you it’s lovely and endearing. a homemaker’s hand, as the olden wives' tales say.

he kisses your knuckles every day and will never tire of trailing his lips on your hand; from the tips of your finger down to your wrist, resting on your pulse point as he silently appreciates the strong beats of your heart. it’s almost a game now, of you guessing which finger he’s going to pick to shower with attention today, but your favorite is whenever he decides to lavish your ring finger with kisses - because his eyes would always stop momentarily at the wedding band with such a warm, lovestruck gaze, which he would then switch to you.

“i’m so lucky to be yours,” he says, and stubbornly insists even as you tell him the sentiment should be yours to have.

your ‘thunder thighs’ and ‘birthing hips’ and whatever term the people these days would use to describe your body? they contain nothing but positive connotations in his book. magnificent, exquisite, gorgeous, seductive, alluring, biteable, bewitching, splendid, eye-catching- honestly, he can go on for days if you ask him. though rex lapis is a former god, rex lapis is also a simple man; it means more canvas to mark and fondle and worship, and he thinks, what man would not want to rejoice being blessed by such a bountiful gift?

he likes the term ‘love handles’ for its literal meaning - how he can hold them as he makes love to you, a special spot he appreciates for existing, and wouldn't trade with anything else. they’re so soft against his body whenever he pulls you close, and the way they spill over the lingerie he bought for you is such a delectable sight.

you might never be able to fathom the mental war happening inside his head.

sometimes his loving side wins and he will treat you like a queen that you are, a higher being than a former deity, with gentle touches and loving affirmations caressing your every sense.

other times you aren't so lucky (or, you are extremely lucky, depending on how you look at it), because when your darling husband succumbs to his baser instincts, there is nothing in the whole teyvat that could stop him from loving your body in a more... disorderly way, than usual.

sweet pet names turn into filthier ones, spoken in the same calming, gentle tone, yet it makes them sound even more demeaning and indecent. his possessiveness shines through the way he latches onto you, caging you in as if wanting to shield you from the world, teeth creating marks all over your body, voice purring ‘my’s and ‘mine’ and goading you to scream his name. his molten amber eyes follow your bouncing breasts, a taunting delicacy he would gladly take into his mouth to suck and mark. his usually tender touches turn into strong fingers curling around your neck, applying just the right pressure on the right spots, making your eyes roll to the back of your head and your breath hitch, your walls gripping him in a vicelike hold. he brings you over the edge again and again, knots you and fills your womb to the brim until you give him a hard stop sign-

-and just like that, like you’ve pressed a button, your gentle zhongli is back, nuzzling onto your full, sore breasts. he places a fleeting kiss onto your neck adorned with purple lovebites, and carries you off into the bathroom to run you a relaxing bath.

zhongli means it when he says he adores every single inch of you - both the entirety of your soul and your body. and when he promises to do so until his last breath, you best believe him, because it is an oath he takes seriously, more than all the other contracts he has made.

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[howdoyousleep3]

K :( I’m tired and my head is filled with fuzz and I need to shower but I’m just laying in bed waiting for someone to come get me and make me shower and get up and my boyfriend’s in a diff time zone but he doesn’t rlly do that anyway and I just want a daddy/someone to take care of me so bad cus I don’t have the strength to do it myself - I really hope this message doesn’t make you sad or anything you only deserve happiness and love but do you think you could write something about daddy telling his baby buck to take a shower? Lub you <3

(I’m sorry I’m late to this but I hope you feel loads better and that you showered because showering is so important when we don’t feel good! I lub you! 😚💖)

“Buck?”

Bucky doesn’t open his eyes as he hums in response to Steve’s one-word inquiry from the closet. He turns his head in Steve’s direction if it means anything, which it should considering it required effort and Bucky seems to have such a tiny and finite amount of it to spare today.

“What are you doin’, sugar?” Steve asks, voice a bit melodic as he practically hums his words, and Bucky is sure he looks ridiculously handsome standing in their shared closet, undoing his tie and running his fingers down the line of his shirt as he slips buttons through their holes, exposing more and more skin of his chest as he does so. Bucky doesn’t open his eyes. He’s much more concerned with sinking into the soft comforter and mattress beneath the line of his backside. Where is his pillow?

“M’just…nothing,” is what Bucky manages to string together coherently as he rolls onto his side and then his front, arm reaching for said pillow, but— hmph, it seems to be too far away.

“You gonna come and shower? Wash the day off?”

Steve’s voice is closer now. Bucky’s eyes remain closed.

“Can shower in the morning,” Bucky mumbles and he doesn’t need Steve’s scoff to know he himself is full of shit. He isn’t one to get up early to shower and the two of them are well aware of the fact that Bucky needs as much sleep as he can get each and every night. Bucky isn’t someone to wake up early to shower of all things. He scowls into the sheets, almost pulls them between his teeth to nip at them, at the thought alone of rising from this bed to shower.

“Nu-uh,” Steve clicks his tongue. “You know that’s not how it’ll work out, baby. Come shower.”

Bucky doesn’t want to. He wants to find his pillow so he can press the cool side of it against his cheek, wants to crawl under the comforter and let the stressors from the day drift away as he himself swiftly does. He’ll take a shower in the morning.

“C’mon, Buck. I’m naked. Open your eyes,” Steve purrs and damnit, Bucky is cracking one eye open before he can tell himself to stay strong, to not be distracted by such cheap shots. His Daddy’s biteable, bare ass is enough to keep him interested though, to keep him present for at least four more minutes.

“There’s my boy,” Steve acknowledges, voice velvety soft, like a stroke up Bucky’s spine, and he can’t help but curl his cheek into the comforter beneath it. Bucky barely manages to peel his eyes away from the dip between Steve’s pecs before he’s meeting the older man’s eyes.

“You’re gonna get up and shower, Buck. C’mon. When we’re done, I’ll reheat some of that pad thai from two nights ago and you can curl up on the couch while I watch the Patriots game.”

Steve runs a hand down his belly as he talks, ends his proposition with a yawn as he walks over towards where Bucky lies on the bed. Bucky’s huffs are backed by absolutely nothing.

“And kisses? I can have kisses?” Bucky whimpers as he sits up, and Steve’s chuckle feels like sunlight itself. He bends and kisses Bucky on the forehead, runs his hand up Bucky’s back, squeezes his neck.

“Of course you can, babylove,” Steve promises, turning and making his way to the bathroom then, giving Bucky another glorious eyeful of that peach of an ass. Maybe showering won’t be so bad after all…

[wh0lemilk0vich]

gasp i loved your addition omg! that’s so morbid i’m obsessed🪱like yesss some guys were really starting to piss steve and eddie off steve beats them up not thinking much but that sets eddie off into a feeding frenzy, ends up killing them. just full of blood his belly shaking. tag team duo!

anyway thought of switching around the roles sort of. still vampire eddie but chubby steve instead.. CAN YOU IMAGINE.. eddie has the pleasure of biting steve harrington’s plump fuckinf thighs, gets to sink his teeth in a draw blood?? suck his thigh??? FUCK. hrrrnfj… like steve being a brat so eddie pins him down maybe ties him up, pushes his shirt up and starts nipping. OH FUCK WAIT he has to knead the flesh first to get the blood pumping, poor little sub steve begging for more. eddie squeezing hefting just generally playing his steve’s belly and then biting down furiously into his fat. oh even better eddie teases steve beforehand to up his adrenaline so his heart pumps faster. so we got edging steve and then kneading his belly and thighs and then finally sucking and his blood just goes so easily due to all the “prep”. steve just losing his shit as soon as his dick touched he’s cumming. once eddie’s had his fill or steve is getting lightheaded they cuddle and eddie gives steve a massage ❤️🪱

I'm a slut for morbid wormie! I love the dark shit 😈 like i have this au I like for gallavich where Mickey Milkovich is a big tubby werebear who is vamp Ian Gallagher's lover and pet and he gets his exercise and feedings when Ian hunts down unsuspecting mortals and lets them loose for Mickey to hunt down in a massive hedge maze on full moons.

But holy shit do I like your idea even better. Now I want wiry beanpole chubby chaser vamp Eddie to be obsessed with fattening up his beautiful human lover/plaything Steve. He's in love with the soft, creamy, plush, buttery warmth that's all his, and more boy means more blood. He feeds him forcefully but doesn't force feed him if that makes sense, just really committed to getting him big and soft and warm like a radiator, keeping his mouth full, keeping him docile and overfed.

And like he was a pervy nympho in life and that hasn't changed in undeath. He absolutely teases him and edges him and everywhere he'd leave love bites before he does even more so now. The insides of the thighs, big hefty biteable things to plant his head between, are one of his favorite places, but now I'm also thinking when Steve has pretty pert titties that Eddie motorboats and lavishes with licks and kisses, he gives Steve tiny little pinprick bites near his puffy pink nipples and sucks them until Steve is crying. Absolutely he loves to sink his teeth into a big soft blubbery roll of belly too. He edges Steve for so long and so continuously and he has to keep a really good balance of how much of his delicious blood he's drinking and when he finally lets him spill over so he doesn't pass out, but just has an amazing drowsy head rush.

But he just loves sitting Steve's fat ass down on him and wondering at the contrast in there size and shape, he loves being dwarfed and eclipsed, and he's so enamored by how beautiful Steve looks. His face looks so boyish and it almost belies just how big he is.

Ugh so insanely into this