#that only make you fat and thats all they do is make you fat and sad and detached and unfeeling even if you put your hand on a hot stove

[belphegored]

hii !! i hope its not too late to request for the 3 character kink prompt 👀 but was wondering ,, what about impact play / or pain play with gamigin ,, glasyalobolas and leraye if thats alright ? :>

Hiii hello, definitely not too late, thank you for sending one & happy holidays!

°•♡Minors dni; most to least likely to be into pain & impact play- Glasyalabolas, Leraye, Gamigin

°•♡ Glasyalabolas is the freakiest and so also the one who I think would enjoy being whacked around, hit and overall tormented the most. You could be cruel to him and he'd always say thank you.

• See him always taking things a bit too far >_> and so being into the most extreme kinds of masochism (especially but like, he can fall into sadism too. Can fall into anything to be fair...)

As long as it's by your hand he'd take anything, from affectionate, heavy handed face slaps, to cock slapping, to cbt, flogging, paddling, spanking overall...

• The image of this giant demon bent over, ass up, begging for a flogging, for you to leave his ass raw and bruised black though.....

If you have him like that, Glasyalabolas will last little to nothing, rocking forward and humping his fat cock against the mattress, spilling himself without second thoughts. Each whipping making him moan loud- he's not above it, starts with small grunts and becomes a literal whiny mess in no time.

• Extremely partial to hard face slapping for some reason; you hit him as hard as you can either prompted by him or during a fight and he can't help it, he's rock hard in seconds.

°•♡ Leraye is such a cutiepie but also obviously a masochist, being under Satan's command must do that to you...

Anyhow, maybe because he's been so nice and overall cute to us and he collects teddy bears I'm inclined to say he doesn't enjoy it as roughly as Glasyalabolas? But I mean...looks can be so deceiving.

• I said once Leraye probably is into caregiver doms and such and think a good caregiver also has to know how to deal a good spanking when their sub is being a brat, which he lovessss.

Probably has a preference for hands instead of props like whips and stuff, he wants you to rough him up on your own! Seldom anything feels better than you pulling him over your knee and messing him up until he's sobbing, especially if you're willing to baby him with aftercare right afterward.

•Give him a reason though: you've been a brat, you've messed this or that thing up. Leraye likes it best if you're punishing him instead of just beating him up without a purpose. It just makes it feel better, to know that he's made take it.

•Has a weakness for nipple clamps with a little weight too, likes to have them on until he's numb.

°•♡ Lastly I don't know Gamigin as much so that's the only reason that left him as the "least likely" but I still think he would enjoy having you roughhousing with him.

• He's a dragon technically so I see him being into the more primal side of pain and masochism? And comparatively to the two above, lightly. Though you never know...

He's probably into biting hard (both giving and especially receiving, until he's all marked up like a dog toy), scratching, and hair yanking and pulling :3. Gamigin probably does all these things to you unconsciously if he sees you as a mate and don't think he's even aware that there are some people that are not into it? It's just how he works naturally.

• But also likely expects you to do the same things to him unthinkingly, if you're not sinking your teeth into his shoulders until he winces and his hips buck forward are you really that into him? <- his train of thought.

• Really into you just piling scar and scratch and mark upon mark on his body, thinks it's really sensual to be a walking testament of the things you do to him ;_;

[softchubbygirl]

I want you to punish me. Punish me for being a greedy little pig while I try and consume everything you throw at me like a starving hog. (SFW punishment/non-sexual)

You’d wake me up in the morning with breakfast in bed, a cute outfit set on the dresser for me to wear, and a couple plans filling your head for the day. You’d tell me all about them, about how fat I’m going to be today. I’ll blush and nod as I eat my breakfast, squirming in bed at the thought of how much food I’d get to consume, and you’ll laugh when I start eating faster, I need to fulfill those plans of yours.

The clothes you picked out were cute (a button up and some jean shorts) and would fit me comfortably, although I know that won’t be true for long. On the way out you grab a bag full of snacks, handing me one as we make our way to the car, and I eat it with joy. You hold the door open and watch me get in the car, noticing how my side of the car tends to drop a little as I do, “Gosh you’re so fat.” You’ll say, and I’ll blush in embarrassment as I buckle up my seatbelt.

On the way to the diner, you tell me to eat as many snacks as I want, and that there is plenty, so I do, and when we arrive at our first stop of the day, I’ve already had to adjust the belt holding my pants up by one. You’d pat my belly, looking me in the eyes, and tell me I’m going to do great today. I’d beam with excitement as we both get out of the car, walking a bit fast so we can get started.

After being seated, you order for the both of us. You insisted on ordering for me today, and I agreed, as long as I was eating, I wouldn’t care.

This second breakfast would be way bigger than the stuff you fed me at home, and waayyy more fattening. You would order me extra waffles on top of the 2 huge ones that already come with the meal, bacon, eggs, maybe a muffin, and a large glass of water (we love staying hydrated). Your plate would be nothing compared to mine, you would’ve eaten before we left, so the plate in front of you would always just end being for me to eat, which I would. I’d start with my plate first, drenching my waffles in sweet, thick, gooey syrup. I’d usually eat with utensils, but the excitement from plans you’d have for the day excite me too much, and I’d grab the first waffle, fold it like a taco, filling it with bacon and eggs, and take a big bite.

“Greedy pig hm?” You’d whisper in my ear as you reach under the table, hand gripping my belly thats being held in by my jean shorts . I’d blush and continue to eat, my hands getting stickier and when I’m done with my plate I’d start licking my fingers clean. You’d pull my empty plate from in front of me and replace it with yours. I’m excited and dig in once more, taking sips of water to help this second plate down, and when I’m done with that I’ll move onto the muffins. When I’m finally done you’d stack the plates and call the waiter over, “Is there anything else I can get for you?” She’d ask, and you’d look at me while gently squeezing my belly under the table, “A large fruit smoothie to go please.” You’d hand her your card while my belly would rumble at the thought of a smoothie.

When the waiter leaves you’ll look to me and squeeze my belly a little harder, “That’s not for you porky, you were too greedy, it’s only the second meal of the day.”

I’ll pout and cross my arms. When the waiter returns with “your” smoothie, you’d leave her a tip and help me up as we head back out the car.

Once outside, you’ll pinch one of my rolls, “Be a good piglet and get in the back seat for me.” I would have no clue what was happening and pout. After I had climbed into the back seat, you’d join me on the other side, grabbing something from the trunk first before you do.

“Good little piggies have to have manners,” you’d say as you pulled out a funnel. I would pout again, but the sight of the funnel only makes me squirm in excitement. You’d tell me to face you, and hold the smoothie. As I hold the smoothie I decide to take a sip before you finish settling down and you chuckle, “Such a greedy pig today, looks like you’ll need another punishment later.” I blush and look away, but you’d pull my chin back towards you and tell me to open up.

As I open my mouth, you gently place the funnel in my mouth and take the smoothie from my hands. I watch as you tease me, shaking the smoothie around, tasting it yourself, before finally pouring it into the funnel. Before the smoothie even reaches my lips, I’m already sucking, wanting the thick liquid to reach my lips faster, and when they do it’s pure bliss.

I’d squirm in the back seat, my shorts feeling tighter as I suck down the smoothie, “Look at you so greedy, already half way done,” you’d say as you pour the rest of the smoothie in the funnel, other hand reaching for my shorts. You’d adjust the belt as best you could with one hand, freeing up space as I suck down the last of the smoothie, leaving not a drop left. I’ll pant when I’m finally done, leaning back in bliss. You begin to clean up, and then make your way on my lap, “Does someone need belly rubs?” I nod, groaning and huffing from everything so far.

“Hmm, I guess since I’m so nice, I’ll give you a little belly rub, only because I want you to eat so much more today.” And with that you’d massage my belly, which would end up making me burp, I’d say excuse me, afraid if I forgot my manners you’d stop massaging. It just felt so good when you do it.

You’d tell me to stay in the back seat, and I do. You begin taking off to our next stop. Or should I say stops? I watch as you drive around to a couple fast food places, grabbing a meal from one, and another from others. I’ll lick my lips and you’ll catch me doing so in the mirror, “You have to have patience piggy, greedy piggies don’t get dessert.” I pout for the third time and lean back into my seat. When you finally hit the last restaurant, you start driving towards the park, passing me a couple fries as you do so. I smile and eat them gladly.

When we arrive at the park, you take us to a secluded spot and park the car, the trunk facing away from prying eyes. You’d tell me to get out of the car, and wait for a surprise. I struggle to do so, my belly filled with breakfast, but I’m still craving more. You’d get around the back of the car and lift open the spacious trunk to reveal a picnic blanket and pillows laid out nicely.

“I’ll help you in,” you’d help me up, my belly feeling heavy as I crawl and get comfy between the pillows, “I’ll grab the food from the front, be a patient piggy won’t you?”

I would nod and lean back, looking down at my belly, patting it gently, readying myself for more delicious fattening food. And when you’d come back around with the food I’d perk up, and reach for the food, maybe as a a gesture to help you out, but mostly because I want to dig in, and I do.

The bag you’d hand me would have the most delicious smell and I wouldn’t be able to wait. I’d open the bag, tearing it a little as a I do, and get to work on the burger and fries the bag held.

I wouldn’t notice your eye roll and smirk as you climb in, sitting in front of me and shaking your head, but I do notice when you begin to crawl in front of me, gripping my thigh with one hand, and the other reaching for my shorts, “ Porkyyyy~ I told you to be patient.”

You’d pull out a smaller thinner belt from behind one of the pillows and tie it around whatever belly is protruding from the top of my pants and pull it tight, not too tight, but enough to make me squirm with discomfort. I swallow whatever bite I had taken and gasp, “I’ll decide when to take this off, for now you keep eating like the greedy fatty you are.”

I’d squirm in discomfort, but we’d both know we’re both enjoying this. I eat what’s left of the burger and large fries and groan when I’m done, I’ll start to beg, “Please, I’ll be a good piglet I swear.”

You’d look me up and down, proud of how I look in this moment and smirk, “Mmm, I don’t know~ I don’t think I could trust such a greedy pig, maybe if you ate a bit more,” and you’d grab the next bag, pulling out a massive burrito.

I’d almost start to drool, knowing exactly where it’s from, and reach for it.

“Nuh uh, I’m feeding this to you, say ahh~” I’d obey and open my mouth, taking a huge bite and chewing slowly before finally swallowing, every bite would make me feel like I’m about to pop, but I keep doing so anyways.

“There you go, such a good piglet,” one of your hands would reach for the bits of my belly poking out from the belts, your fingers pressing against the fabric of my shirt, and I’ll wince, but keep eating. “Look at you, being tied up for such bad behavior, tsk tsk.” You’d pinch a bit of my gut and I’d moan, cheeks blushing and face becoming red from embarrassment.

“Embarrassed are we,” you gently shove the last bite of the burrito into my mouth, “Well hopefully that means you’ve learned.” And you’d take the thinner belt off, my belly instantly feeling relief and I’ll huff and puff from the sudden change in pressure. You’ll bring a straw to my lips, and I’d take a few hearty sips of the sweet drink presented to me and when I’m done I’d look to the other bag left sat next to you.

“Hm? Wanting more?” You’d ask and look down at my belly, placing your hands at my sides and giving it a little shake. “Oh fuck-“ I’d gasp, my breath shortening from the sudden movement.

You grab the other bag, pulling out another burger, this one almost double in size from the last, “I don’t know if this pork bun can fit anymore meat,” you’d say as you caress my belly, the fabric barely moving from its place, “Maybe we should loosen this belt then,” I would nod, eyes focused on the burger in your hand, mouth watering at how savory it looks. You’d make your way to undo my belt, and realize that it can’t be loosened anymore and you smirk, taking it off and looking at the mess you’ve created. The relief of the belt wasn’t as much as I’d think it would’ve been, and I gasp for another breath.

“Looks like you’ll need new clothes,” you’d press your hand gently on my swelled belly, and begin feeding me the large burger, “I would love if we could make your button pop off, it would be so hot.”

I’d feel my waistband become tighter and tighter with very bite of the burger, but when you finish feeding me the burger, we are saddened that it didn’t pop.

“Hmm maybe next time,” you’d would say teasingly, but I don’t want to wait for next time.

“More, please I need more!”

“Hmm I don’t know, someone’s been so greedy today, i don’t think piggy deserves more food.”

I’d whine and push my belly out in your direction, “Please, please, I need to eat, I’m staaarving!”

You’d smirk and reach over me to the backseat, pulling out the funnel, “Well let’s see, we have whatever’s left of this drink, and this milkshake I bought with food,” you say turning around and grabbing the milkshake, “Maybe we could mix something up.”

I’d nod and pant, my hands moving to my belly, pressing and massaging as you get the funnel ready again. I let out burp after burp until once again you tell me to open my mouth.

“Look at you, so greedy, I wonder if my punishments ever really do make you learn,” you’d say as you begin pouring the liquid down. I don’t suck this time, I take gulp after gulp instead.

The milkshake would taste so sweet and so good, my belly feeling tighter and tighter with each gulp, and on the last gulp, there would be a pop, and sudden relief.

The button would hit you, not very hard, but enough to make you look down and smile. My shorts had popped open, zipper instantly unzipped, and my belly now engulfing the denim fabric that held it hostage.

I’d gasp and and groan of relief, instantly feeling a little less full from the lack of pressure. You’d look at my shirt, seeing my belly peak out between the buttons and smile, “Your next.”

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This was a bit long, but I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing this (take it as a early Christmas present). I just have so many scenarios in my head that I don’t think will ever come to fruition. I really should have a talk with my partner. I just want to be fed and fattened 😖 Speaking of, I ate a full 14” pizza by myself last night and drank most of a 2 liter soda this morning, it felt so good, but I know I could’ve eaten more 😓 it’s just so hard encouraging myself.

Also i know my writing style is a bit wonky, im working on it, I haven’t written anything in ages 😓

I’m gonna attempt to write something for Christmas as well so stay tuned :3

[faunandfloraas]

"Seungmin would be SO hot if he got muscle like, can you imagine?" You would be hotter if you shut your mouth but we can't always get what we want so <3

[the-ghost-rat]

Hey @ the mh g3 stans on tiktok; if you think claiming anyone who prefers g1 over g3 , the gen that happens to have two fat characters(both dressed horribly mind i add), means they r fatphobic that they just hate fat ppl EVEN IF THEY ARE LITREALY FAT THEMSELVES maybe just maybe

Reconsider your thought process yknow just maybe

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Dog has a swollen lymph node. Just one for now. Which means her cancer is getting worse already. The longer this goes on, the more detached I feel from reality.

[maretriarch]

In ground breaking study conducted on human subject Me, eating well and being active and exercising on a daily basis does actually make you feel better

[frobby]

Romance manga with a fat mc/love interest: :D

They were only fat because of trauma and now that theyre in a relationship theyre skinny: :(

[samwisefamgee]

tried baldurs gate 3 at a friend's house and was disappointed in literally the first fucking 20 seconds when I couldn't make my character fuck off ancient wizardly old

[800-dick-pics]

when i see thin and/or untrained tightlacers im like 😖😖😖😖😖😖 bro a corset is 1. not susposed to hurt and if it does it doesnt fit size wise or shape wise and 2. YOU SHOULD NOT BE TIGHTLACING FOR AN 8HR FAIRE!

not everyone needs to have a crazy reduction esp if your body isnt able or used to it.

[fishmech]

yeah it was fucked up how horse drawn wagons dominated city designs for millennia, including most american cities.

Basically, I've created a new type of device. And I want to go everywhere with it. So if you don't build every city to exclusively prioritize the usage of this device over everything else, you're taking away my freedom. Basically. You have to build every city around the assumption that everyone will have one of these devices, and you have to build everything so that if you don't have one of these devices it's impossible to get to, and you have to demolish the infrastructure for everything else to make it easier for me to take my device around. And if you don't, that's because you're tyrannical and impinging on my freedom. Basically. By the way my device is fucking ginormous and runs on make the weather bad juice. Just so you know.

[path0logicalfacade]

also not having a scale at home is sooo nerve racking like my only judgement of how much I weigh is how I look. and brother, do I look fucking fat—

[ceolocunt]

[gamblersdoll]

tw: size kink, sex talk.

when sukuna sees you for the first time as his true form, hes even more in love. he has to look down or even crouch down to your height and is still barely eye level. his arms suffocate you, and his hand is bigger than yours.

hes been waiting for this, holy fuck. he cant get over how small and beautiful you are. he only wondered how strong you could be now? can you even land a single blow on him?

eventually, you did, while using his OWN weapon? how you managed to do that, hes amazed. and youre overtop of him and hes finally healed, but he is still so intrigued by how you are able to do it with his state now.

“you truly are worth my time!” he laughs maniacally, smushing you face in his larger hand. hes so much bigger than you too, that hadnt left his mind during the whole fight, probably why he slightly even doubted you– never again.

so now hes got you in a compromised state, two arms on your hips and two arms on your shoulders. he barely got the tip in, you somewhat suck him in, and hes just… in awe.

your body is just astonishing to him, and hes grinning ear to ear.

“hoo fuck!” hes growling, is he even human? hes not, and he spits a fat glob on your pretty cunt. thats what does it for you, and hes able to get about halfway inside you, your tummy bulging and he sees the outline of his fat dick, dont even remind yourself about the second dick you may have to take either in your cunt or your ass. and thats a whole new level.

hes head over heels, over the moon, debating on would he allow you to boss him around for taking him? your almost at the base of his dick, and what sounds like degradation is him praising you.

“youre such a fucken whore! look at you, takin all of me!”

“im gonna have to be so so gentle, or i might just fuck up your uterus..”

and he’s going so slow as he can, (newsflash, its barely slow!) and youre biting your lip as it slightly hurts because of the sudden stretch, although having experience. hes wiping your tears with his tongue, kissing your cheeks as his belly mouth is eating and lapping up your clit as hes balls deep, so you have some type of lube.

hes laying on top of you after having a strangled climax, only making sure he pulls out and nuts on your tits (he doesnt believe you should take his cum yet, you could barely take a few strokes.) and hes overwhelming.

[zooophagous]

So why do you hate the advertising industry?

Hokay so.

Let me preface this with some personal history. It's not relevant to the sins of the advertising industry perse but it illustrates how I started to grow to hate it.

I wanted to be a veterinarian growing up, but to be a vet you basically have to be good enough to get into medical school. I do not have the math chops or discipline to make it in medical school. I went into art instead, and in a desperate attempt to find some commercial viability that didn't involve moving to California, I went into graphic design.

I've been a graphic designer for about seven or eight years now and I've worn a lot of hats. One of them was working in a print shop. Now, the print shop had a lot of corporate customers who had various ad campaigns. One of them was Gate City Bank, which had a bigass stack of postcards ordered every couple months to mail to their customers.

Now, paper comes from Dakota Paper, and they make their paper the usual way. Somewhere far, far from our treeless plain there is a forest of tall trees. These trees are cut down and put on big fossil fuel burning trucks and hauled to a paper mill that turns them into pulp while spewing the most fowl odors imaginable over the neighboring town and loads the pulp up with bleach to give it a nice white color.

Then the paper is put on yet another big truck and hauled off to the local paper depot, then put on another big truck and delivered to my print shop, where I turned the paper into postcards telling people to go even deeper into debt to buy a boat because it's almost summer. The inks used are a type of nasty heat sensitive plastic that is melted to the surface of the paper with heat. Then the postcards are put on yet ANOTHER truck and sent to the bank, which puts them on ANOTHER truck and finally into the hands of their customers, who open their mail and take one look at the post card and immediately discard it.

Heaps and heaps and literal hundreds of pounds of literal garbage created at the whim of the marketing team several times a year. And thats just one bank in one city.

I came to realize very quickly that graphic design was the delicate art of turning trees into junk mail.

And wouldn't you know it there are a TON of companies that basically only do junk mail. Many of them operate under the guise of a "charity," sending you pictures of suffering children or animals and begging for handouts and when they get those handouts the executives take a nice fat cut, give some small token amount to whatever cause they pay lip service to, and then put the rest of the cash right back into making more mailers. "Direct mail marketing" they call it.

Oh but maybe it's not so bad, you can advertise online after all. Now that there's decent ad blocker out there and better anti-virus ads usually don't destroy your computer anymore just by existing.

Except now when I search for the exact business I want on Google it's buried under three or four different "promoted search items" tricking me into clicking on them only to shoot themselves in the foot because I searched for the specific result I wanted for a reason and couldn't use those other websites even if I felt like it.

And now we have advertising on YouTube and on every streaming service, forcing more and more eyes onto the ad for the brand new Buick Envision that parks itself because you're too stupid to do it on your own.

Oh thats ok maybe I'll get Spotify premium and go ad free and listen to some podcasts- SIKE we have the hosts of your show doing the song and dance now. Are you depressed and paranoid from listening to my true crime podcast about murdered and mutilated teenagers? That's ok, my sponsor Better Help can keep you sane enough to stay alive and spend more money.

It's gotten so terrible that now you have content farms, huge hubs of shell companies that crank out video after video to get more and more precious clicks. Which if the videos were innocuous maybe that wouldn't be so awful except now you have cooking hacks that can actually burn your house down and craft hacks that can electrocute you being flung into your eyes at the speed of mach fuck so some slimy internet clickbait jockey doesn't need to get a real job.

It of course goes without saying that animals are also relentlessly exploited by clickbait companies that will put them in compromising situations on purpose to create a fake fishing hack video or even just straight up killing them for sport by feeding small animals to a pufferfish that rips them apart for the camera.

And all of this, ALL of this doesn't even touch how adveritising is the death of art in general. Queer topics, any kind of interesting art, any kind of sex or substance use topics are scrubbed clean and hidden at the behest of advertisers.

Sex education, a nude statue, topics such as racism or sexism or bigotry in general have tags purged or hidden from search, even life saving information about SDTs or drug use, because if someone saw that and complained then Verizon might sell fewer tablets and we can't fucking have that.

Conservative talking heads often bitch and moan that they're being censored on social media. The stupid part is, they're right! They are being censored! But it's not by a woke mob, it's by ATT and Coca Cola not wanting their adspace sharing screen time with their stupid fucking opinions.

However, they won't ever figure that out, because the talking heads they get their marching orders from like Tucker and Jones ALSO rely on the sweet milk flowing from the sponsorship teat and they aren't about to turn on their meal ticket so they have to come up with even stupider shit to say for the train to continue rolling.

I managed to rant this far without even getting into the ads I see for the beauty industry. The other day a botox ad described wrinkles as "moderate to severe crows feet" as if wrinkles are a symptom of a fucking serious disease! Like having a flaw in your skin is a medical problem that you need thousands of dollars of literal botulism toxin to fix! I was incandescent with anger.

Advertising is a polluting, censoring, anti educational and anti art industry at it's very core. It destroys human connections, suppresses human thought and makes us hate our own bodies. It ads no value, actively detracts from value, and serves no real purpose and I believe it should be almost if not entirely banned.

[dorothylarouge]

US Presidents as Dril Tweets

George Washington: another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it

John Adams: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.

Thomas Jefferson: Q: If your post was proven by a counsil of wise men to be racist, or bullshit, would you bar it from the record? A: I do not delete my posts

James Madison: (sniffing a crumpled up one dollar bill i found on the floor of a dog kennel) ah.. thats greenbacks baby

James Monroe: for decades i have traversed the unforgiving mountains and rivers of south america, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled "ass downloader"

John Quincy Adams: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit

Andrew Jackson: handing Faves over to my enemies is FRAUD !! base, contemptible FRAUD!

Martin Van Buren: Food $200

Data $150

Rent $800

Candles $3,600

Utility $150

someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying

William Henry Harrison: (spends all of 7 seconds skimming some blog posts) yep. just as i knew all along. having pnuamonia is good

John Tyler: fuck "jokes". everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this

James K. Polk: thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom

Zachary Taylor: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers tell me that im dying

Millard Fillmore: trying to heal..... please donate to my go fund me... $10 will make me less racist... $100 will make me extremely less racist...thank you...

Franklin Pierce: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin

James Buchanan: #NationalGirlfriendDay please cherish your gal's.. in honor of us, the single Boys who must sacrifice all companionship to #CarryTheBrand...

Abraham Lincoln: unloading an entire belt of ammo at me with a minigun or some such device will now get you "Blocked"

Andrew Johnson: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off

Ulysses S. Grant: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT

Rutherford B. Hayes: using the toilet when i hear Our national anthem start to play. i do what i must. i stand tall in complete agony; as shit runs down my leg,

James A. Garfield: too much truth in such little time. feeling the heat cominh down to silence me... signing off........ for now

Chester A. Arthur: i WILL wise the fuck up. i WILL super charge my content for 2017. i WILL get blue check mark

Grover Cleveland: the way i see it, people who come on here and submit content that is not up to par, could possibly be considered the "Villains" of this site

Benjamin Harrison: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc

William McKinley: boy oh boy do i love purchasing large amounnts of Fool's Gold. wait a minute... fools gold fucking sucks. this stuff is no good..!! Fuck !!!

Theodore Roosevelt: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL

William H. Taft: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*

Woodrow Wilson: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer

Warren G. Harding: somebody please Bribe me

Calvin Coolidge: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals

Herbert Hoover: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud

Franklin D. Roosevelt: ive never heard of this “europe” but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me

Harry Truman: everybody wants to be the guy to write the tweet that solves racism once and for all because it would look good as hell on a resume

Dwight D. Eisenhower: my "F*&k It!! Let's Go Golfin" t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed

John F. Kennedy: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self

Lyndon B. Johnson: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"

Richard Nixon: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my “trolls”, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups

Gerald Ford: shutting computer down until the shitty moods & attitudes can fuck off., if you need me ill be on my other computer, sititng 60° to my right

Jimmy Carter: i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again

Ronald Reagan: spend a lot of time thinking about how sometimes even war criminals can be heroes sometimes... Dont like it? Click the unfollow buttobn

George H.W. Bush: just thought off an idea i believe to be bad ass. lets find the address of the leader of isis, and mail him/ her pieces of our SHIT

Bill Clinton: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,

George W. Bush: friday night gathering up together a big pile of things i like to respect (flags, crucifixes ,etc) and just roll around in it ,give kisses,

Barack Obama: my IQ has increased 10 points ever since i stopped tollerating people mucking about, on the time line

Donald Trump: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset.

ME: I agree

Joe Biden: I will shut the fuck up , IF , it will restore the Harmony. I will get on my knees like a dog and make that sacrifice, for the sake of Calm

[kissforyouu]

I LOVE YOUR TITTIES BECAUSE THEY PROVE I CAN FOCUS ON TWO THINGS AT ONCE !

pairing : bf!jungkook x reader

genre : established relationship

warnings : boobs boobs boobs BOOBS !!! massive boob kink idk everything boobs :P

request : hii, can i ask for something like my bf wont stop touching me but instead of her butt make it her breast? only if ur up to it <3

note : I FINALLY POSTED A FIC R YALL HAPPY WOOO. hope u like dis :D

unedited.

bf!jungkook who's had some sort of a hyperfixation on your tits ever since you both had sex for the first time.

he would always take the chance if it meant he'd get to look or touch your tits.

you walk around your living room with your broom as you swept the floor. jungkook was comfortably seated on the sofa, manspreading as he consumed whatever that was on the tv. you sweep around the sofa, poking the broom under the sofa to check for any trash thats possibly left under it. deciding that that wasn't enough, the place the broom carefully so that it's laid against the sofa, you get down on your knees.

this action catches your boyfriend's attention, his eyes shifting from the tv to you in the matter of a second. you don't notice though. you sit properly on your knees, slightly raising your body up a little so that you could tie your hair up in a messy bun. jungkook licks his lips, fully infatuated by you. but the moment you bend forward to peep under the sofa, that's when he loses his mind. your tits were peaking out of your shirt oh so clearly. he could see the swell of your tits and the thin layer of sweat covering them.

your boyfriend smirks, "thanks for the nice view."

your boyfriend was a little perverted. okay, a lot maybe. only for you though. he always made you wear those see through lace tank tops at home. he'd buy all the cute tank tops to make your tits look pretty and squeezed against one another. not like you minded. you loooveeedddd getting spoiled. plus, free clothes. who would say no? he would always find a way to grope your tits at any moment. but not in public though. that was weird.

jungkook's back was resting against the headboard of the bed as he typed away on his computer. some work matters, you thought. you looked at your boyfriend who was so focused on whatever document he was typing. his eyebrows were furrowed and he was also doing that thing he did whenever he was frustrated--his tongue was poking his cheek.

you slide under the covers, scooting next to your boyfriend and gently lifting his arm up so that you could go under it and lay on his lap while his arm rested on your body while typing. you do just that, your head now resting on his lap while you stared at whatever he was typing on the computer.

minutes pass by, jungkook's hand was comfortably laying on top of your clothed tits. he tapped his fingers on the fat of your right breast, mindlessly pressing onto the flesh finger by finger in a pattern. index finger, middle finger, ring finger, index finger, middle finger, ring finger—

and of course you expected it, it didn't take him any longer before he slid his hand inside to pull out your right tit. jungkook's entire hand envelopes the fat, squeezing it tightly. his touch was very warm, you didn't mind. you squirm in your spot, shifting your position once jungkook switches to your other tit, pulling out the flesh out of your top.

he had no intentions of doing anything sexual after, just wanted to fondle with your tits. maybe he'll suck them if you behaved well. but you couldn't control the growing wetness in your pussy, already wetting your panties. you mewl a little once he twists your nipple in between his fingers, and that's when he notices.

"is my girl getting horny?"

before sleep, he always made sure to give your tits a few kisses. and sometimes (most of the time), they turned into a little more.

"ah...mh, mh, hm" you hum in utter satisfaction, eyes shut while enjoying the pure bliss you're getting from your boyfriend's skillful tongue.

he swirls his tongue around your nipple, eagerly lapping on the hardened bud. jungkook's eyes never left your tits as he made out with the hardened buds, making you feel sooooo good.

"please. don't stop." you whimper out while caressing your boyfriend's hair. his hair smelt exactly like yours, since he started using your godly vanilla shampoo. you just wanted to bury your face in his hair. you massaged his scalp good, had him moaning and groaning into your tits.

he pulled back for a moment to look at his little artwork. you had his saliva all over your tits, making them glisten under the dim light in the room. jungkook spits on your tits again, then spreads it around using the tip of his tongue. it was so nasty. he licks around your areola with the very tip of his tongue, then envelopes your nipple again. he teasingly bites it, causing you to let out a small yelp. he flicks your nipple with his tongue while it was inside of his mouth and pulls away to return back with another harsh suck.

"that feel good?", his fingertips were pressed onto your waist as he smothered his face all over your tits (literally). you could feel the tip of his tongue glide all over your chest and his cheeks pressing onto the flesh of your breath. it was nasty. the saliva on your chest was no longer just there but also on his face as he hungrily inhaled your breasts in and consumed them for the full extent. he was so so so erotic.

jungkook kisses you until you run out of breath while his fingers pinched your nipples hard, twisting them with intentions of causing you pain sexually. you wince. god, you feel your body twitching. your pussy's so wet. clenching on absolutely nothing. it was so evident. the wet patch on your panties. the way your panties hugged your pussy so tightly, the slick was coating the thin material so nicely. the way it hugged your pussy drove jungkook crazy. the material was so tight that it perfectly made out the shape of your chubby pussy.

he cups your breasts with both of his hands, squeezing them till the worlds end. this was supposed to be a comforting moment where he just fondled your breasts before sleep. but now you're grinding against eachother like horny freaks.

another thing that got him so riled up was the cute gold "J" necklace he got you that you would wear. he loved the way it sat on your cleavage, right in between your breasts. he liked it even better when the cute lace tops you got him squeezed your breasts together and the sparkly J initial sat in between the soft pillows. it drove him craaaazy, actually. jungkook always made you ride him when you looked like that.

"jus' like that, baby, hm", his head was slanted against the headboard of you guys' bed, eyes dazed, but still looking at your breasts. you rode his dick till dawn, up and down, up and down.

one of your tits were out of your tight, lace see-through bra and molded into jungkook's palm. he squeezed the flesh in his palm while you made circles on his dick. his tip was hitting the exact right spot that drove you crazy, and it had you twitching on spot.

your boyfriend leans in to lick your hardened clothed nipple of the neglected breast, tugging on the nipple and wetting the lace as well. it was just a big wet smudge on your right tit.

he was like an animal when it came to fucking you. he would pull up with the nastiest ways to have you. jungkook had no shame. his hips raise upwards as he thrusted from below, overtaking your slow ass pace.

"m—mm, hah! please, so fast...!", your tongue was out, panting, and so was his. instead his was licking a stripe from all the way from your stomach, up your cleavage to your lips. he kicked your messily, both of you exchanging saliva to one another in your mouths, passing it around like a football. he tugs on your nipple, harshly pulling it and twisting the bud.

that hurt, obviously.

jungkook pulls away from the kiss and rests his back against the headboard again, still thrusting into you though. at this point both of your tits were out of your bra, jumping up and down, putting on a show for his attention.

you notice the way he moans while eyeing your tits. his eyes travel to the gold necklace in between after, the J necklace that you treasure so much.

"looks so fuckin' hot between those pretty titties. you keep this on all the time, yeah? makes you look prettier when i fuck you, babydoll." he kisses your shoulder blade, trailing kisses to your neck. wrapped around your neck was the gold chain, and jungkook lolls his tongue out to trace the metal chain. he tugs on the chain with his teeth, pulling on it with a groan.

you were getting so tired from jumping on his dick. the more you rode him, the closer you got to your release. jungkook let go of your chain, but grab hold of it this time with his hand. his palm lands two loud slaps on your asscheek, making you moan. same time, he could feel you tighten around his cock. "liked that?" you nod your head repeatedly.

jungkook tugs on the chain, pulling it backwards and then twisting it around his knuckles, choking you with the chain.

fuck, fuck, fuck. so hot.

you crack out a laugh, tongue out, panting. you were so close. so so so close. you had your tits squeezed between eachother tightly, your hands squishing the flesh as you felt the orgasm take over you. your pussy was spasming around his dick as you moan out loud, body thrown over jungkook's chest, tits pressed against his. jungkook definitely loved that feeling.

soon after you cum around him and milk his cock, he does too. his cum slips out of your contracting pussyhole.

jungkook lets out a laugh, hand patting your back and smoothing it. then he looks down from above, enjoying the birds point of view of your squished up tits and necklace in between.

he might just get hard again.

aftercare with jungkook has always been simple. you + boobs + him .

"humph, kook." you groan once you feel your boyfriend's hands squeeze your tits one more time. "bit more." he tugs on your nipple with the tip of his fingers, wiggling on his spot to find a comfortable position in the crook of your neck.

"aah, 'm so sore, baby." your voice aches through with yet another groan. "it's okay. you know it's okay." jungkook reassures.

"how about i give you a massage?" he raises his head up to look at your passed out face. "that's just another excuse for you to touch my tits..."

your boyfriend laughs, "are you complaining, though?" you shake your head with a small smile and turning on your back so that you're laying on your stomach.

jungkook slaps the fat of your ass before he begins to massage around your shoulder area. he does it soooooooooooo good though. he makes sure to press onto your bones and tightly circle around, causing you to moan in satisfaction. you enjoy his massage well until he gropes your breasts from the back, giving both of them a tight squeeze. you yelp in surprised. well, not really, you knew this was coming anyway.

he squeezes your tits and massages them well and even makes sure to give both of them equal attention.

and you both fall asleep with his head nuzzled between your tits and your hand massaging his scalp.

whenever you sucked his cock, at the end, he would always ask "where do you want it?". stupid question. there was only one answer.

jungkook's tip twitches in your mouth and he loosens his grip on your hair, a cracked moan also escaping his lips. "f—fuck, baby. you're so pretty with your lips around my fucking dick."

you flutter your eyes open, bobbing your head up and down. you feel jungkook twitch in your mouth, again. "mhm, where do you- want it?"

there was always only one answer.

you were wearing this grey oversized shirt with the thinnest material. it showed your nipples so well. dare i say jungkook got off to that as well. to answer his question, you squeeze your breast through the material and moan, mouth still filled with dick. he gets the memo and pulls his dick out of your mouth.

you cough out but quickly dismiss yourself and pull the neckline of the shirt down to expose your tits, both coated with a layer of sweat. jungkook cusses at the reveal of your breasts, fastening the speed of his wrist before he spurts his cum onto your exposed boobs.

"haaaaa. oh my god, fuck". you moan out, watching the spurts of cum land all over your breasts, some on the shirt as well as your neck. the white liquid was all over your nipples. so you make sure to rub them with both your index fingers, coating them well before bringing them to your mouth at once to taste them. you lick yourself erotically just as you did to his dick just a few seconds ago and taste your boyfriend's cum in your mouth.

"you taste so so good, baby."

and it's like jungkook's hypnotised again.