#straweberry

[kabukiaku]

spring look for Terzo and Omega just dropped! 🍒🍓

I can't thank @bupia enough for being my source of inspiration in making the strawberry shirt Terzo wore in their work. I immediately fell in love. I had to make it. I ran into some trouble finding the right printed fabric though. So, as a last resort, I painted the strawberries myself.😅 Worth it!!

[sleep-nurse]

actually why can't strawberry milk cans be as big as monster cans. why is it just a measly 240 ml instead of 500 ml. where's my 1 liter of strawberry milk bottles this sucks

[suspiciouscriossantaaa]

everyone say hi to magni the espeon :) watching bettel with him

[discountalien-pancake]

I got this little bolt-end of watercolor strawberry-print cotton that will make an adorable camisole blouse for summer. I even have little matte silver strawberry buttons and strawberry lace in pink and cream on a dark green base netting. Maximum strawberry.

[0ystercatcher]

good morning. another fruit salad day for me

[loganinks]

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

Wanted to do a random character design so I brought back the classic Spotify adventurer generator which happened to give me something that worked really well with this text post. Her name’s Melonon “Melon” Thinae, she’d best be described as somewhere between a small quivering dog and a leaf barely holding onto a branch in a light wind, and I love her so much.

[toesuckler]

dude i loved yo gabba gabba and my big big friend. tthose shows were so amazing. my favourtes as a kid

[demonstars]

thinks abour all my favorite people and characters ever Maybe I do have something for blondes 😕

[nancylfitness]

Nancy L's Original Smoothie

Check out Nancy L's Original Post-Workout Smoothie Recipe!

For breakfast or post-workout Serves 3 Ingredients: Strawberries  1 pint, frozen or fresh (if using fresh strawberries add a few ice cubes to the blender) Banana, 2 medium Non-Fat Plain Greek Yogurt, 3 Tablespoons (or more if desired) Low fat milk or reduced sugar juice, 4 oz. Hershey’s Special Dark Chocolate Cocoa, 1 Tablespoon Whey powder, 1 scoop Directions: Add the milk/juice to…

[ai-dadaism]

My Scarlet Cap on a Navy Sweater on Shein~! check them out while stocks last:

Shein X Aidadaism

[romanarose]

Lil Bit O'Cream

Santiago Garcia x Fat!Francisco Morales

Masterlist : Triple Frontier Masterlist (full of plenty of gay shit)

For week 4 of my Oscar Pedro Pride Event Week 4, Food, Fashion Fun if the theme!

AND

To celbrate my dear friend @beefrobeefcal !!! Happy one year of your blog my pal!!!! I love you so much, thank you for all you do to spreadyt he fat p-boys agenda!

Summery: Frankie doesn't think he deserve extra whipped cream, Santi proves him wrong.

Warnings: Food play, making out, illusions to sex. Body insecurity, Remains 18+ even if we don't get down and dirty!

Hosier referece in there for you sluts.

Devider by @nekokabuuuri

Dinner went well.

It was dessert of straweberries and cream that got Frankie in trouble.

Frankie had noticed that since dating Santiago, he had gained a little weight... And by a litttle, it was a lot. There was so much wasted time, so many years he and Santi missed out of together, they spent the time they had just... Being, having fun. They ate a lot of food... Frankei always knew Santi could cook but damn.

What was frustrating was how Frankie seemed to gain and gain and gain and no matter the chilles rellenos and barracho Santiago ate, he remained the same. Little bit of softness, but overall fit. Frankie was never that fit. In the air force, he always struggled to keeo up with fitness regiments and as soon as he got out he stopped trying too hard. He had to keep a certain level of fitness for a while... but that wained as Santiago's calls for missions did.

Then Colombia happened, and Frankie never wanted to go on another godforsaken mission again, lest he lose Ben, Will or Santi, or leave his daughter without a dad.

Santiago went radio silent for months, no one heard a single word... And then one day, he showed up again at his doorstep, and suddenly lips were on Frankie's before they made it inside the door.

Now, where he was worried about his daughter not having a dad, she had two.

She was away with her mom for the week, leaving Santi and Frankie with some alone time. Alone time Frankie was not that eager to get into. It wasn't that he didn't want Santi. He did, he really fucking did. Sex with Santi was incredible, and it had been a few weeks due to the rush of life... but Frankie was now accutely aware of his weight gain after his last pair of jeans busting a button. He didn't want to take his shirt off to find Santi no longer wanted him.

Dinner was done at the table with a few candles with Our Lady of Guatelupe and Martin De Porres staring at them, housewarming gifts from Frankie's mother to show her support for the couple.

For dessert, Santi sat Frankie down at the couch, put on Breaking Bad, and soon joined him with strawberries and and can of whipped cream. Frankie panicked. He did not need whipped cream right now as his stomach folded over the wasteband of his sweats.

"Um, I'll just take the strawberries, no whipped cream." He requested as Santi's ass bounced as he sat down on their couch.

His partner turned to him, a brow raised. "What? No whipped cream? The strawberrie are just an excuse to eat the whipped cream in the first place."

He was onto him. Frankie resisted the urge to run his fingers through his hair; Will had informed him once that this little habit was a tell when he was uncomfortable and/or lying. "Well, you know me. Whiskey neat, coffee black. It's too sweet for me."

Frowning now, Santi set down the bowl, still grasping the tin can of spray cream. "Frank, you slurped down an iced Caramel machiatto in record time today."

"It was sugar free!"

His eyes widened as he connected the dots, then his face softened. "You wanna tell me what's going on?"

Frankie sighed. "Fine." He slouched in the couch, stomach protruding out. "I just think if I'm gonna eat whipped cream, I should probably earn it."

"Earn it?"

"Yeah, you know, like going for a run or something."

Santi burst into laughter, "A run? Fish, you haven’t run since Lorea's men shot a gun at your ass."

Huffing, Frankie tries to get up as his face flushes, burning at the embaressment of his lover acknowleging his sedentary lifestyle, but Santi's hand catches him.

"Hey, hey now, I'm sorry. That was rude." His voice was sincier, pulling Frankie down to the couch again. Frankie still wouldn't look at him, staring instead at the strawberries on the table while the bad is breaking on the tv in front of him. "Talk to me, baby."

Face on fire, the older man just mumbles. "I got fat."

He expects Santi to deny it, to say no, you havn't you look just the same. That would make him feel worse, the idea that he was fat and sensitive enough he needed to be lied to. But Santi knew that, because Santi knew him. He shrugs.

"I love the way you look. It suits you. I always enjoyed the fact you had meat on you. I honestly feel don't even notice much, it just feels like this is how you were meant to be."

Now the warmth on his skin was a nicer form. "But... I mean, I get that people like dad bods or whatever, but this is beyond that. It's not a beer belly, I'm just fat."

Santi nods. "I know, and I still think you look great like this. But, what I think isn't really important, although I'm happy to boost your spirits and tell you I think you're hot." He punctuated his point with a pat to Frankie's tummy. "The important part, is how do you feel?"

He considers this for a while, thinking earnestly. He doesn't stare at himself in the mirror hating his body. He doesn't find it's hard to do tasks he enjoys, like running around with his little girl or... activities... with Santi. He can still fit comfortably in the pilots seat even if his uniform has gone up... a few times. He doesn't need a seatbelt extender but he doesn't think he'd mind one. He can happily do the things he loves and although he's not exactly admiring his form, he doesn't hate it.

"I feel like... Like I shouldn't like it. I'm fat, Im supossed to want to-"

Santi stopped him by squishing his cheeks. "I didn't ask how you should feel, amor. I asked how you actually feel."

When Santi let go (after squeezing his cheeks enought to make his lips puff out and planting a kiss) Frankie answered. "Neutral, I guess. I don't pay much attention to it but... I'm comfortable."

Santi begins to smile at that. "Bien. And do you want to lose weight? Because I'll help you, I'll diet with you-"

"No!" Frankie responded, all too quickly, eyes wide enough to make Santi laugh. "I... I like how you look. a lot. Especially your ass."

Grinning his shit eating grin, Santi climbed up to straddle Frankie's stomach and lap, whipped cream still in hand. "Good, because I like your ass too, Fish." His voice drops lower, sultry and suggestive. "So, are you gonna let me feed you whipped cream?"

Frankie felt much better, grabbing that ass of Santi's that he loves so much and matching the energy, "I'll feed you some cream"

"Fucking idioto" Santi grumbles before his lips crashed into Frankie's, devouring him in a kiss, licking into his mouth like there was already something to eat. He raised the whiped cream can, taking it to Frank's mouth and spraying it until the white overflowed his mouth, dribbling out the sides and down chin. When he went back to sloppy making out, the impact to his face caused whipped cream to go everywhere, their tongues finding each other in the cloud of white while Santiago ground his hips against the swelling length in his grey sweats. Santi felt Frankie's fat stomach roll against his, running his hands over every bit of flab he could get his hands on.

Santiago absolutly adored how his boyfriend looked, drinking in his body every time he stepped out of the shower, how big he was, how thick fucking everywhere. He loved how, when Frank topped him, he could feel his other half's stomach on his lower back and ass, how he could hear the slap of skin to skin other than from thigh to ass. He loved sucking him off and bobbing up to kiss the low-hanging tummy. He loved hugging him and the way his finger tips barely touched. He loved him so goddamn much.

As soon as Frank's shirt was off, whipped cream was on his chest. Santiago lapped all over him, swirling his tongue around his nipples while palming the erection. He'd never heard Frankie so... Loud. Frank maybe be neutral about his body, may be unaccfected and comfortable now that he was certain that Santiago was more than still attracted...

But as Franks moans grew louder, his cock twitching in Santi's right hand while the left cupped his pudgy face... His goal was to make Frankie love the body he was in.

HAPPY ONE YEAR B DAY BEEF!!! I LOVE YOU!!

Hope you enjoy my gay shit!!!!

Follow @romana-updates to keep up with my works, and follow or check out #OscarPedroPrideEvent2024 here for othercool works! plenty of time to participate if you desire, lots of fun themes!!

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Like fat/ chubby frankie? Like dark? come read Room's on Fire !!

Love you all!

[ribbwons]

⤷　 𓎠𓎠　 " straweberry kisses taste so good 2 me . "

[wannabeabogwitch]

Fem!TWST 7 Minutes in Heaven - Mallea (fem!malleus)

Mentions/warnings: SPICY. They're all aged up (I always age them up in my works.) Not suitable for minors. Sorrynotsorry. lol

Mallea Draconia - Mini handmade gargoyle statue/figurine

She may have been pretty isolated for most of her long life and there's a lot she doesn't know about modern things. However, you can't tell me that she doesn't know some stuff, if ya know I mean. ;) She's definitely got that rizz.

She's next to you in a flash and instantly picks you up bridal style, not giving anyone any time to snap out of their shock. Your face is as red as a straweberry, but you're not complaining, just shooketh (Jungshooketh!) and it may take some time for you to recover after being held by a gorgeous, tall dragon lady. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

She has a mysterious smile on her face, her eyes directly gazing into yours as she holds you in her arms. She takes you into the closet in a swift motion, it's like she's gliding by how graceful she moves and how fast she's going.

Once she sets you down… on her lap, facing her, she speaks up.

"It pleases me immensely that you picked my item… I was hoping you would, my cute child of man~"

"May I be so bold as to say you look even more ravishing today. As a dragon fae, I can be quite… possessive. I want to make you my little treasure. I will give you all you need and want. I will never let you feel lonely and be there for you when you are troubled and in need of company… Can I kiss you, my treasure?"

You're like "Umm, HELL YES! PLEASE DO!" lol

This makes her smile, but this smile is bigger and she just looks so happy.

"Very well then, if that is what you wish."

She brings her lips to yours, kissing you gently, as if you're made of glass. Her lips are soft against yours. They're a little cold, but it's a welcome feeling, considering how hot things are getting.

Her arms are wrapped around your waist, protectively, yet gentle and loving.

As a few minutes go by, the kissing becomes more intense and passionate. Her tongue pokes your lips, you can feel the ends (She definitely has a forked tongue or something or a long, pointed tongue, idk, I just feel like she would do.)

You grant her access and internally sqeealing.

Her tongue enters and it's… interesting, for sure. (What dat tongue do~ ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) ) She's lapping at your tongue and moaning into your mouth.

She pulls away, as if she knows that time is almost up.

"My treasure… I would love to continue this after the party. What say you?"

I mean, why the hell would you say no, amirite?

Anyway, after the party, you let Grim hang out with Alice and Diane, while you and Mallea have fun at Ramshackle.

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713354988973342721/twisted-wonderland-masterlist?source=share

[grox]

Bitch is ice spice "coquette"? Was the joan of arc anorexic? Was straweberry shortcake "coquette"? You think strawberry shortcake was running aroind out there flirting with adult men? Did the Virgin Mary have an eating disorder and reblog pictures of skinny bitches all day? Was she white?

[peakogreen]

straweberry dacarri

—

instead of collecting friends,

I collected the dust

but sharing the joy of life

is a must

So I cleaned up my act

and the opposing seatback,

made space out of the clutter,

opened the cupboard,

took a page out of your book,

and a candle out of the Huch

in hopes

that our worlds would touch

.•.peako green•.•