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[ridingthatd]

∞ MAST♡R CUM DUMPSTER ｡.｡

➤ gojo, nanami, geto

gojo & nanami walking into their friend suguru shoving his cursed orbs inside your poor little pussy.

➤ warning : fem! reader, four sum, very dirty, very kinky, very nasty, a loooot of cum, pussy stretching, pussy gaping, squirting, breeding, degrading, anal sex, ass stretching, getting fucked in every hole, humiliation, rough sex, fisting pussy, sex toys, raw dogging.

geto suguru was your master.

after you got hurt losing one of your eyes in the mission you, gojo and geto were assigned to. geto vowed to break the cycle and kill every non-sorcerer to prevent the birth of more cursed spirits so you can never get hurt again.

now geto was collecting curses by "curing" cursed humans. suguru disguised himself as the head of a buddhist temple to attract cursed humans with the promise of "curing" them.

here he was sitting cross-legged inside the temples soft floor while his head was resting on his rough hand, his other hand was holding you tight by the waist as the plumpness of your ass was seated on his folded leg.

his hand start rubbing against your belly earning a low moan from you. he smirks you can already feel the hotness of his fat cock pressing against your soft ass.

"hm? does my little slut want to be stuffed by her master?". his warm breath fan against your neck as he leans in closer, his rough hand already made it's way under your kimono gripping your soft thighs tightly.

that's how you got here, flipped on getos lap your face pressed against the soft mattress on the ground while your wet pussy is wide open for any eyes that enter the temple.

the only sounds that filled the room was your heavy whines, breathless moans. and the wet sound of your pussy sucking in every cursed orb getos shoves inside you.

you sob whining, your thighs were trembling as you feel the orb ripping, stretching your wet little hole before it gets sucked inside your sticky slimy tunnel of a pussy.

suguru tsk at the sight, you can feel his hard on twitching and leaking against your belly. he was huffing like a dog as he gaze at the way your filthy pussy gush hot fluid outside each time he tries to shove an orb in like it's moisting your hole with sticky warm natural lube, getting it ready to slide another orb in.

he groans his mouth gape open staring through his heavy eyelids at how your dirty pussy was gripping tightly on the next orb he place before it sloppily slides in with a pop, like it's so needy so hungry to feed on his cursed orbs.

the veins surrounding his fat cock throbs as he feels the way a bludge start forming in your belly, getting stuffed from how many orbs he shoved inside your poor little pussy.

drool slides down his wet lips admiring how puffy, red and abused your pussy lips looked. so good so stuffed so full.

you were fucked out of your mind, your body was trembling shaking as you sob and hiccup over stimulated and full. not noticing the eyes of your two old friends hungrily staring at your pathetic state.

suguru chuckles, his eyes trail from your pussy to nanami and satoru who's eyes were glued on you.

"I told you my little slut was doing good".

it was getos idea to show your old friends how your sweet little pussy take his cursed orbs one by one so well.

they wanted to see you, check on their dear friend. geto invited them over without letting you know.

there eyes were glued on you. never leaving you while their fat cocks leak painfully. they didn't expect to find you in this position, fucked like a little slut.

so fucked to the point you don't notice their presence. your mouth was open as load of spit drool out of it, the only words you can make out were-

"please-! please-". you hiccup, begging your master to let you cum.

suguru coo at you rubbing your puffy red clit before whispering something in your ear and soon after you freeze, realizing who's in the room with you.

"so what do you say baby? should you help our little friends hm?". he smirks.

every hole in your body was stuffed. your body violently shake, your screams were muffled by nanamis thick cock as he pumps it in and out your abused lips.

you were laying down on sugurus chest, your hard nipples rubbing against his as he lays under you.

while his hand grip hard on your ass slamming his fat cock inside your sore pussy. your body trembles as you feel the curse orbs that were still stuffed inside your pussy twirling around, consistently hitting your g-spot with each hard thrust of getos cock.

your ears were filled with satorus groans as he hold your face close to him by the hair, your earlobe was coated with his warm spit as he wettly suck on your ears while his sensitive cock thrust inside your ass hole.

"look at me you fucking slut". nanami growls as he slams his fat cock down your throat bruising it before you feel robes of his hot cum shooting down your throat.

"m-master! no! no! no more please-" you immediately start sobbing out as soon nanami pulls out his cock, his warm cum was spilling out of your mouth as you struggle to speak.

"you fucking slut, who gave you the permission to spill it from your mouth".

nanami harshly growls out before he slaps your face with his rough hand. just to grab you roughly by your hair and force your face to meet his. but you weren't even lookin at him, eyes crossed focusing on the feeling of the two cocks inside of you.

he tsks before scoping the cum that was on your lips and shoving in back inside your mouth and you immediately start sucking on his fingers.

suguru slide your pussy down his cock one more time before he spurt his cum everywhere, coating your walls white.

you can feel the cum geto that spilled inside you sliding against the orbs making it more sticky and sloppy.

that's what had you squirting, over flowing with juice. that's what had you drooling. mouth over flowing with your own sloppy spit- spit that was mixed with nanamis warm cum that he stuffed inside your mouth. you were choking struggling to keep his boiled seeds that filled your mouth from spilling.

tears running down your face as your whole body thrust against geto who was under you- reminding you of the gojo fat cocks that was gaping your tight ass hole wide open.

you can feel the hardness of his red, sensitive nipples rubbing against your back as he thrusts in.

suguru hiss as he looks at the state of your nasty little pussy that was barely recognizable anymore. it was gaping open as his warm cum that was mixed with your fluid leak out of it, your pussy lips were so stretched so red so puffy so sensitive.

that as soon as he pinch your fat clit, your body freeze before you tense and a scream rips out of your throat as a forceful stream of hot liquid gush out of your abused hole.

the orbs that were placed inside you burst out from the force of your orgasm, each orb was sloppily popping out of your pussy.

the feeling of being gaped open was to much- the feeling of the sloppy orbs bursting out of your puffy pussy with so much force was to much.

it was all to much that it had you sobbing, drooling and spilling the cum out of your mouth as you hiccup, forgetting about the order of keeping it stuffed in your mouth that nanami gave you.

your mind was foggy, eyes blurry with tears, your lips were parted, jaw hanging open as drool of spit and cum drips down.

you couldn't control yourself anymore as your juice spray every where, coating the floor with your hot juice.

you couldn't control the orbs that were popping out of your pussy.

satorus whimpers at the sight his cock pumping as he ruts harder inside your ass hole, he doesn't even realize what's he's doing as his hand trail under your ass and reach your nasty little pussy.

it was gaping so wide open that he easily shoved his whole fist in, he moans loudly once he feels the way your gummy sticky walls grips his fist, massaging it.

and that sends him to the edge, slamming his hips into your ass before painting it with his seeds.

nanami grabs your fucked face, before shoving his tongue inside your mouth, licking and sucking on your tongue.

that's how you turned into their cum dumpster.

[bunny-jpeg]

i got a fever and the only cure is more john price!!

he fucks nasty, you thought that age would slow him down. but, no. you are worn out before he even breaks a sweat. years of training to his body has given him stamina like a bull. and he had the breeding balls to prove it!

you didn't mean to sleep with your captain, but now that he had you in his grasp. he wasn't loosening his grip, not until that belly got round and those tits got fat.

"was a big baby." he said, his voice tense as he pressing his cock down into you. he had you pinned under his hefty, hairy wait as his impressive (huge) cock battered your insides. prepping you to accept his thick cum. he had his bicep around your head and kept you pinned.

it wasn't even a full doggy style anymore, he just laid on top of you with his cock plugging your sweet pussy. your moans were pathetic, you were powerless to him.

"price's are grown quite big, big head and wide shoulders. but don't worry, i'll be there the whole time. makin' sure my woman is taken care of. carry them at your hip while i got ya pregnant with another." his licked his lips like a hungry dog at the thought of it all.

you thought it was just sick dirty talk by the way it made you pussy slicker. but price was laying it out as it was. he was going to breed you, you were going to have his children.

he is egged on by your moans. he had convinced himself that you were his wife, even though you had never even gone on a date before. you thought this was simple, on-base, casual sex. meanwhile price was trying to very blatantly baby trap you.

he chalked up your ignorance to you having better maternal instincts than actual smarts. but, that was alright, you were meant to be a mother anyway! don't worry, price will make it all better for his precious wife.

price wanted to see and document all the changes to your pregnant body, he wanted to see his child grow inside of you. proof that he had laid claim to him. then he'll set you up in a sleepy town in northern england and you can be his little wife.

you, him and the kids. maybe a guard dog or two to protect the property. gotta keep the family safe!

the sick, pervert thoughts overcame him like a wave as he drilled his cock into you. a promise that he was going to finish very soon. even if you wanted to escape, the weight on top of you and the blissed out mess in your mind prevented you from getting too far.

not until he got you pregnant.

when he creams inside of you. it's game over (sorry)! you thought that due to age and his lifestyle that his swimmers were next to nothing. but he'd been saving up. a long time without a hole to fuck had made his biology desperate to pass his genes along.

so when he got you in a headlock while he rocked up into you, spearing your pretty pussy open, get ready for motherhood (yay)! because even trying to sneak off to get plan b will do nothing. you waited too long or the pills were ineffective.

as he rubbed your swollen middle on the couch of the sweet little home you (he) owned, his face brushed up against your side. his facial hair tickled your bare arms. he'd tell you that it was a miracle before he kissed your swollen mound.

"you are a better mother than you ever were a private." he cooed at you as he invaded your space once more, "good mothers make strong babies and i'm aimin' for the 99th percentile" <3

[xazse]

I don’t know about the anon but I freaked out when I saw the new fic. It was so good 🤤. I love how you’re giving us so much content nowadays and I’m here for it! Anyway, I was hoping that maybe you could figure something out for snow leopard Gojo and cat hybrid reader (him as a cat jest feels right) ? Imagine Satoru having this in mind ever since he saw you, I mean, big cats mate practically for the solo reason of breeding ?and he's no different- having many pups is a necessity to prove you're his and the best way to show how much he adores you! He’d be very protective about you while you’re carrying, never stepping away from your side and he’s become so needy too because you smell so divine with all those hormones to him.

It makes me think back to that kitty tiger fic where he would lick her and I see this as a continuation of short!

Well, not really since I mentioned a leopard but honestly if you did a tiger and really wrote it as a continuation l'd be thrilled. Do you think you’ll write more because I’d love some Satoru tiger/leopard fics. Have a nice day lovely 💕

Notes: SORRY ITS SO SHORT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, I HAD FUN WRITING IT!!

Warnings: Pantysniffing + breeding + hybrids + little hybrids + pregnancy + overprotective!Satoru

Pairings: SnowLeopardSatoru + KittyHybrid!Reader

Oh yes of course SnowLeopard!Satoru was in love the day Suguru brought you home, you smelled of that icky place but eventually when you got comfortable he began cleaning you of that filthy, licking you everywhere to ensure you smelled exactly like him.

After scenting you to smell just like the touching started, it starts small with Satoru laying you in his lap or letting you stroke his hair until it got even more physical he was having you bent over balls deep inside of you, this became a daily occurrence where he’d pump you full load after load.

The leopard loved you so much, of course when you started showing signs of morning sickness he was so damn excited, well when he had said that you gave him the nastiest look ever but he had to phrase it as he was excited for the baby!

The first few months were absolute hell for you, Satoru could not and would not leave you alone, he insisted mining everything and anything with you.

You needed a shower? He’s in there helping you get in places your cute little belly prevents even in public he’s always making sure your near him, he keeps a tight grip on your arm so he doesn’t lose you.

He also keeps close because you smell, so fucking good, it drives him damn insane, he keeps you in his lap for hours just sniffing your neck or even having your legs wrapped around his head so he can smell your cunt.

He loves getting into your dirty laundry and smelling your panties, who cares if you catch him jerking off with it around his fat cock, he’ll look you dead in your face as you slowly close the door to let him have that privacy, he can’t fuck your pussy like he used to anymore so this’ll do.

When the babies come it’s so hectic around the house, you and Satoru are constantly chasing the little ones around, they don’t give either of you a break some days. It’s so cute to see how they look exactly like Satoru in some ways, two of them have his hair and the third one looks exactly like you, a carbon copy is what she is.

Their little ears and tail swish behind them so freaking cute, the amount of photos Satoru has in his phone is astonishing, he also posts them on his instagram always, everytime, Suguru also does his hair share with helping with them when you and Satoru are stressed. He’s like their uncle and it’s so adorable to see them braiding his hair or him reading to them.

When you finally get alone time, Satoru’s fucking you like he wants to put even more babies in you, the way he’s groaning is so damn loud it pairs with the way you sound when both of you meet in the middle, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t fucking back on him just as hard, it’s already been multiple orgasms and you’re both still going at it.

[shaisuki]

sukuna is rather entertained. fascinated even.

how his two cocks buried inside you and rearranging your guts didn't even make a dent in your round stomach. he should be seeing the two of his cock head bulging in your belly but it wasn't. all he can do is press one of his palms to feel the ridge of his cock inside you.

the king of curses had been existing in a long time for fucking concubines and women who presented themselves. afraid of what he is capable of but they all end up the same. crushed by his raw strength and left bleeding for him to consume. he grew tired of those women. the same stature and build. where his nails can scrape the bones out of their flesh and his cocks can pierce their flat stomachs while he fucks them mercilessly. he should have fucked you sooner when you came in his temple with the concubines gathered for a drop of his attention.

sharp nails digging in your supple flesh. amused at the layered pouch of a belly you carry and it jiggles and rolls like waves while he roughly shoves his two inhumane cocks inside your sopping, fat pussy.

the loud squelch of your juices leaking in his cocks mixed with his own cum that he dumped inside your womb added the intensity of the carnal desire he have for you.

his soft, pliant, little concubine. of course, you would be little for him no matter how big you perceived yourself. as if sukuna would care for that. a hole is a hole no matter who owns it and simply you have the best pussy and the body for a king like him.

too fascinated and engrossed with his new discovery that he didn't give attention to what you look like. you would be a an another pretty face for him but only he look at your face when he hears the tiniest of moans being suppressed and did he was blessed with the most softer features a woman can have. your round cheeks stained by the stray tears rolling from your misty eyes and your lips forming into a pout.

“look me in the eyes, woman.” he orders and you were quick to follow him. afraid of the consequences and sukuna can see the tears clumping at your lashes and the desperate suppression of your moans wanting to spill at the rough thrusts of his heavy cocks inside you.

“s—sukuna-sama~” the words slips out of your mouth out of the blue and when you realized your mistake, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for the imminent death that is about to come to you.

the way his name careless flows out of your mouth and your tight cunt squeezing around his cocks spurred him to drill his cocks deeper inside to you. kissing your cervix deeply that it almost protrudes the opening of your womb that is about to take his load again.

there wasn't blood came bursting from your body and only the droplets of blood from his earlier assault had stayed and you were still intact. you almost sighed from relief if it wasn't the continuous movements of his hips and the heavy balls slapping your ass preventing you to feel an ounce of relief.

you almost squealed when his lower arms grabs the sides of your chest. hoisting you easily in a sitting position with his cocks still impaled to your abused cunt. one of his upper arms is used as resting place for his jaw. red eyes moving up and down. watching as his cum trickles in his cocks and your round belly coils like spring from him thrusting his hips up and down. the mouth in his stomach licks it lips before the mouth in his face had done the same thing. amused and his boredom quenched temporarily. you were afraid and never been this aroused when the words came from him.

“tell me, woman.” he began, almost smirking before it breaks out into a full one. “can my cocks be seen in this flesh of yours if i gave you my brat?”

[lay-z]

brainrotting on how Alpha!Price would have Omega!Reader sit on his lap for cuddles whilst he’s doing paperwork, one hand acting doing work, the other just gently caressing you…

…until he slips his hand down your joggers, shushing you, reminding you that he’s still got to work, but that won’t prevent him from taking care of his little ‘mega

Like... this? 😮‍💨

Pairing: alpha!John Price x fem!omega!Reader

MDNI, 18+ | tw: omegaverse; alpha/omega established relationship; edging; fingering; dirty talk

It borders on cruelty, really, but then again, you’re terribly dramatic and deep down relishing in the attention your handsome alpha is giving you.

The way John keeps you spread open on his muscular thighs, all naked and exposed for him from the waist down, sweatpants and panties dangling from one ankle while he toys with your dripping cunt so nonchalantly, working at his desk in his home office like you’re not currently drenching his thick fingers with your arousal, like you’re not panting softly and writhing on his wide lap while he’s going through a pile of classified documents.

His fingers must be pruned by now at how embarrassingly wet you are and he cannot be as unaffected as he’d like to make it out, because you can clearly feel his fat bulge press against your rear through his cargo pants.

But whenever you let him know how mean he’s being by making your needy, pathetic little omega whines and whimpers, he simply hushes you, and leans in briefly to nip at the side of your exposed neck, right where the mark of his claim on you is adorning your skin in the form of an awfully pretty scar. A scar you love to show off and prance around with around base.

“Shhh, love, you’re being very distracting,” John murmurs accusingly as if this whole situation wasn’t his idea in the first place. “Just a couple more reports to go and I’ll stuff you full with my knot again, hm? Can you be patient f’me?” His slicked up fingers rub your swollen clit languidly, coaxing you to the edge of relief until your pussy clenches around nothing and your breath pitches, muscles tensing as you lean back against his chest, but he pulls away from your throbbing nub at the last second and squeezes your folds together instead, smothering and ruining your orgasm.

And you buck your hips with a squeak in a desperate attempt to make him rub your clit again, to have him touch you where you need it, quench the burning need in your belly and make you come.

But John simply clicks his tongue in mock disappointment and sighs gruffly before giving your sopping pussy a few chiding slaps with his meaty hand; soft, sticky slaps that leave you mewling and gasping, and your legs trembling while you can feel your slick run down your ass crack and staining his pants.

“Behave.” John growls against your ear, strong chest rumbling against your back while his middle and ring finger disappear inside your grateful hole with an obscene squelch. “Say ‘yes, sir’.”

“Yes, sir!” you gasp, eyes widening before going half-lidded with mind-numbing pleasure. You melt on his lap, thighs spreading wider, head tipping back against his shoulder as he fingers your cunt slowly and deeply, stoking the mounting pleasure as you gush more slick around his thick digits.

“Mhmm, that’s it, darling,” he coos, nosing along the curve of your neck as he inhales the sweet scent of your omega arousal and submission to him oozing off you, “All dumb an’ greedy for my cock already, just how I like my pretty ‘mega.”

[itadoring]

The 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 clan is one of the best known and most important in Japan thanks to its prodigy born with skills never seen in the last 400 years.

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼, a man in his late twenties, nonchalant about the rules and etiquettes of head clan life, full of ego and hardly ever heeds the words of his clan elders.

The first and last exception was when they started insisting on an heir. Why shouldn't the lineage continue? Who said there was no chance that the unborn child would bring more surprises than its father?

And here you are: lying on the futon, naked with the tall, muscular body of your husband by name and law above you, him busy watching the difference between your small pussy hole wet from your own hormones and his fat cock head.

Apparently even after he has put his fingers inside it to stretch out your cunt, he is unable to make penetration less painful.

His blue eyes pass over you who, embarrassed, turn your head to the side preventing eye contact.

“ I'm sure you'll get it all in.” even though you can't see it, you can tell from his voice that he has a smirk plastered on his face full of pride.

His long, slender fingers caress the skin on the inside of your thighs until they reach the back of your knees and lift your legs to your upper body.

When your knees come into contact with your breasts, a small gasp leaves your lips. 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 has put little effort into making your breasts swell from too much stimulation; the same for your nipples: if one is sucked into his mouth, the other is held by his expert fingers.

A frown makes its way onto 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂's face and he tilts his head.

“ If it hurts stop me.” you nod and he lightly presses the tip of his cock against your opening.

He moves his pelvis against yours and slowly his length begins to enter you.

You hold your breath for fear of feeling more pain and 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 noticing your expression, he leans his torso forward and leaves sloopy kisses on your face, your neck and your bare shoulders as he repeats how good you are at taking it all in.

His snowy white hair involuntarily tickles your sensitive spots as he gives you attention you never thought you would receive.

Your cunt tightens around him as he begins to thrust at a slow pace until you reach your first orgasm, allowing 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 to speed up thanks to the excessive wetness.

The room echoes with your moans and he spreads your legs wider, continuing to pound into your now swollen cunt.

His thick and heavy cum comes out filling you to the brim but the head clan doesn't stop and continues as he doesn't even seem to be struggling.

What 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 wants is to return home and find the vision of two children playing around you, one in your arms and another growing inside your belly.

There is no better way to show his worth as a man and, above all, as the head clan of the 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 family.

[baynetta]

i’ve always wanted to write a super nasty, filthy cottage scenario with miguel.. like imagine that 6’9 beefy man fucking you raw in between nature. the nasty sounds of skin slapping at the brutal fast pacing that he’s going, gets lost between miles and miles of nature and the thick humity that makes everything more sticky and moisture. your ass up and using your hands preventing the rest of your torso sticking into the mud. miguel using his one hand to push your back more so he can abuse the only part that matters to him. your ass. so round, with the perfect heart shape that he loves to grasp on it while he’s tearing you apart from behind with each thrust. he often would curse and grunt more loudly than per usual. only making him more excited. you guys wasn’t in your place anymore, so who’s gonna hear?. you’ll try to use your free hands and reach for anything to hold on to while he’s clutching your hips with his hands. admiring the way your ass bounces and swallows his entire cock. you know that you’re making him more frustrated with your pathetic acts, causing him to stop his thrusts and put your two hands behind your back, using one hand to keep them together (yes his hand is that big 😩)

leaving your head to support your whole body from the ground, you feel dirt sticking under your bra, dirt getting mixed with the sweat of your forehead. just look at you. you look so dirty and messy.

“what. a. dirty. whore” he says while giving you short and hard thrusts with each word that comes from his cruel mouth.

the embarresment, the way you’re squeezing him so good, the painful sharp thrusts and your face burried in the grass. you like that and he knows it. he gives you multiple loud and strong smacks on your bum, the sting burning sensation making you cry loudly. so pathetic. suddenly you feel his grip looses and puts his entire weight on top of you, now your entire back sustaining his heavy body. the feeling of this new position overwhelmes you. your pussy is fully in contact with the freezing wet ground, making your low belly go numb, the feel is so deep and intimate. but also so invasive. his mouth being really close to your ear whispering how he’s gonna pound that cunt until he’s tired of it. while his full fat length enters deeply, stretching your entire walls. making you almost grasp terrible if it wasn’t for his hand now covering your whole mouth, it kept you from saying any fucking word. “right now i just want to hear myself fucking you up. dirty whores don’t talk”

miguel is being so ruthless with you that makes you feel like his toy. and that’s exactly what he’s doing. using you like he’s personal toy, a trophy that he can handle it as he pleases. but you love that so much, being completely submitted by the man who is fucking you remorseless. in the middle of nowhere. you’re not so pure after all.

[hemipenal-system]

yeah you really probably shouldn’t have let that dragon snap teasingly at your legs but you did so there’s no going back now. you just have to accept your fate. just relax as the unstoppable muscles in her throat drag you down, gentle spines holding you in place and preventing you from struggling back up between languid swallows

she’s not working very hard. she knows she doesn’t need to. you’ll go in her belly one way or another, so there’s no sense in fighting it. maybe if you’re well-behaved she’ll hold your torso in her mouth and shove her fat, slimy tongue down your throat for a little bit before she swallows you the rest of the way

she loves giving her prey their last kiss…

[littlebearbigchub]

As usual, gym OOTD is: “Hasn’t accepted that he needs to size up.” 🐷 skipping cardio and letting my shirt ride up in front of everyone when I do my lifts.

I’m really being a fat slut recently. I’ve just been crushing my protein goals after a lengthy period of being too depressed to build muscle. I am feeling so BIG and loving the growing strength. I’m just totally embracing my appetite and the jiggles.

Oh course, I’m sure that it’s only a matter of time before I start freaking out again about the new highs on the scale and make another pathetic attempt at losing some of it. I’m not worried though. I know where I’m eventually going to end up and it’s going to make me so happy.

Standing at the precipice of stepping off the cliff of the 150 lb range is as thrilling and euphoric as it is genuinely terrifying. I can see myself and my path to 165 lbs (which would be my ideal next pit stop on my way to my goal of obesity at 180 lbs) but dang, I’m gonna be ruined physically and mentally if I’m not careful. I think that so long as I keep in shape I can mostly convince myself that my weight isn’t /too/ bad but it’s such a tight line to walk to not get fat too fast to stay fit (for me at least) and it gets more and more tempting to be lazy with every extra pound.

I’ve also basically decided that I’m gonna seek medication related to diabetes prophylactically when I reach that point. Like, I can eat as plant based as possible and work out to support my cholesterol and blood pressure but with my family history and signs of insulin insensitivity already appearing at a certain weight I’m gonna need some sort of pancreatic support - to minimize the squeeze from visceral fat if nothing else (besides more subq would be sexyyyyyyy) I’ve made a ridiculous delusional plan that I could access something like that and it could actually really support my gain by preventing damage from my obesity instead of reacting to it and hopefully minimize the chances of being in a situation where I have to lose weight for my health.

“Piggy boy is such a fatass that he needs meds because he just can’t say no to ice cream, doc. That’s why his belly is spilling out of his shirt and he’s up 10 pounds year over year for the past 5 years. You better do something quick before he starts tipping past 200 lbs and the gains accelerate until he can barely waddle back into this office.”

[pedge-page]

Another Joel dealing with a horomonal preggo reader, at the park:

Warnings: language, mentions of sexual content

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You always slip on your favorite pair of laced up sneakers when on the go, and today is no different. You and Joel had made a habit of taking a leisure walk through the local park on the weekends for the fresh air and enjoying each others company.

You gently lay a hand under your bulging tummy instinctually now as you prepare for your baby's delivery any week now. Joel notices your shoe comes untied, and ever the gentle man, offers to tie it up for you.

"No, Joel, I'm not a child. I dont NEED some man, I can tie my own shoes," you scoff coldly, detaching your hand from his.

He holds his hands up in surrender and watches:

At first you try to bend down as normal from the waist, but the bump prevents you from getting any closer to your shoes. Then you try to squat, but that proves useless too as you can't see past your swollen belly. You try several different ways-- bending, crouching, leaning, from one foot on the bench to almost doing a twister-crab walk pose on all fours, increasingly becoming frustrated with how neither your arms nor eyes could reach the culprit of all your problems in the world: the untied shoe lace.

You start huffing, eyes watering at how angry you're getting.

Yoy finally stand up straight and look dead ahead, and the tears start flowing like an avalanch as you tild your head back and wail into the sky.

Joel shakes his head, gets on a creaky knee and ties your shoes together, whispering praise to you and your belly "you did good my girl, I'll take it from here," and "Your body is doing miracles already," to get you to calm down as you make a giant scene in the busy park.

"I'm—sniffles—too—chokes—fucking—FAT!"

Joel is quick to comfort you: "No you're not, you're beautiful! You're growing our healthy beautiful baby in here, calm down, sweetie, no need to cry."

But you persist, ugly snot running down your nose as you stutter your inhales and heave your exhales. "I'm gonna— have a big f-fucking fat ass baby and h-h-h's g-gonna rip m-y fucking vagina apart!" you croak loudly, your hands unable wipe away the amount of tears blinding your eyes.

People turn their heads at your echoing voice and subsequent expletives carry over the open area—"And then —huff—my h-h-husband—that's you—won't l-love me any-m-more because I won't have—heave—have a tight s-sexy pussy ever again!" You wail, more ugly tears spilling as you scream the last part.

"Jesus," Joel says under his breath, desperately fumbling to get your shoes double knotted as quickly as possible. He's looking around and sheepishly smiling, waving off the nasty glares from a group of middle aged women joggers and parents covering their young childrens' ears as they walk by, shouting every curse and sexual thing that Joel apparently won't love about you anymore for all the world and God to hear.

He finishes the knot as you adjust to hyperventilating. "Okay okay, all fixed now see? How about we get some ice cream, yeah?" He says, rubbing your shoulders soothingly as he nods off everyone to go about their business again. He pauses quickly and stares back at you, realizing his potential fatal error. "Or—or not! We don't need to, if... if that makes you feel—" fatter.

You sniffles a bit more, rubbing your red swollen eyes before answering with a much more child-like, hushed tone, "N-no—I. I want, mmm, chocolate. Two scoops."

He plants a long kiss on your forehead before holding your hand to lead you to the ice cream cart.

Staying firmly planted, You quickly rip your hand away and shout, "JOOOEL!"

He doubles back, panic stricken over his entire body at the harsh, painful cry of his name. "What what is it?? What's wrong!? Tell me." His hands immediately cup around your belly, feeling for any signs of violent movement.

You meekly hold your foot up, barely balancing on one knee with the counter weight of your tummy. "S' too tight," you say softly, indicating the shoe he'd just spent an eternity trying to knot.

He tries to hide his sigh as he forces himself to one knee again in front of your dangling foot.

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The Way a Guy Treats a Fatty

@toptierteaser

It’s starting to drive you crazy

The way he treats you. Out in public. At home. Day to day. Hour to hour. Minute to minute.

It was subtle at first. Just a few comments here and there. A mention that you were putting on weight. Whether he liked it or not, you couldn’t really tell. But as the weight kept growing, so did the comments. So did his reactions.

And now, look at you. You’re a fat boy.

That attractive, once-athletic body now encased in layers of fresh, plump chubbery. Constantly reminded by your body—by the belly that starts to get in the way when you bend down to put your shoes on, by the huffing and puffing you do now when you walk—what you’ve done to yourself. Constantly reminded that you’re out of shape, that you’ve eaten yourself into a chubby porker.

And constantly reminded, by him, what a tubby hubby you’ve become.

He never stops now. Not that there’s anything you could do about it if you tried. He’s stronger than you. He can bully you around when he wants. He can tease you however he wants to. He can taunt you and poke you and prod you until you want to burst, but at the end of the day, fatboy, there’s nothing you can do. You’re too fat, too vulnerable. You couldn’t stop him if you tried. But, of course, you never try.

That’s what happens to a fatty in these circumstances.

You become submissive, letting him boss you around, making you do things. He never lets you forget it; what you’ve done to yourself. Always walking a pace or two ahead of you, smiling as you huff, breathless, desperately attempting to keep apace with him. The way he shows off in the gym now, as you stand there, your fat belly poking out in front of you, barely able to bench half of what he can! The clothes you two used to share now barely fit you. He never lets you forget his favored pair of shorts that you tried to squeeze your juicy ass cheeks into, the one you ripped right along the seam. He never lets you off as you attempt to wriggle into a shirt, every curve of your body visible to his eyes. As he pokes your exposed chub. As he fingers your belly button, smiling as he looks you in the eye.

“It’s what you deserve,” says his expression. “It’s what happens to fatties like you.”

But he never interrupts your fattening. He lets you glut, stuffing yourself with all the greedy goodies you can fit. He lets you eat your emotions, hogging out on the treats he keeps well-stocked in the fridge, the cabinets, knowing you’re so undisciplined you can’t resist. And what does he do, when your belly is taught and round, ready to split at the seams? He prods you. He pokes your gut. He gives it a good slap, laughing at “what a piggy you’ve made of yourself.”

He torments you, poking your chub as you bend over to pick up something he dropped. Loudly commenting in front of everyone at dinner that you’re “draining his wallet dry.” Laying there, exposed and fit on the bed, smiling like a cat watching a plump mouse, as you try to wriggle your fat body up and over, as your rolls prevent you from moving the way you used to.

All your chub, your juicy tits, your plump love handles exposed for him to play with like a toy at your expense.

If it bothers him, he never says. Perhaps he really likes if after all. And you know he certainly likes the teasing, the taunting, the pokes and the prods and the jabs. The belly rubs and the smacks against your big, ballooning butt.

Because, at the end of the day, you’re his fatso. And he knows that, no matter how much he teases you, how much he drives you crazy…there’s nothing you can do to ever waddle away…

[turbulentscrawl]

Some Body Type HCs

Hey ho!! I'm back (kinda maybe). Life has been really hectic, and frankly I just haven't had time to write much. BUT some of the friends I've made through IDV got me back to drawing, so now I have some headcanons WITH VISUALS for you. I'm putting this under the cut for partial nudity on the drawings.

(You'll have to forgive me for making it small and watermarking the hell out of it. I'm paranoid.)

Aesop

-Pale, and not a lot of body hair. Unlike some of the others, this is normal for him. He has trouble growing facial hair, which is a blessing for him because he hates having it almost as much as he hates having to shave.

-Aesop is averse to several textures, and this causes some issues for him at mealtimes. He's more of a grazer, as far as his eating habits go. He's underweight and a bit malnourished as a result of these, and so he has a slight hour-glass shape.

-He's very hyenic. He hates the feeling of lotion on his skin, but he uses good-quality soaps when he bathes, so his skin is fairly soft.

Emil

-Very hairy. (Full disclosure-this hc of mine was born partially as a spiteful counter to those in the fandom who tend to infantize him) Ada shaves his face and neck for him about once a week, but they don't bother with the rest of his body hair.

-Has quite a but of scarring under all that hair, too. His back, wrists, and legs have the worst of it, from old dog attacks and pulling against restraints.

-Not overly muscular, but he is a little stronger than average in the arms and core from his parkour-like hook maneuvering.

Luchino

-The growth of scales across his body have made his body hair sparse and inconsistent. He will still grow some on his chest and legs, but he shaves it off because he doesn't like the patchiness.

-He's health-conscious and, despite his busy schedule, still finds time to work out. He's muscular and lean due partially to this fact, as well as his ongoing mutations keeping his body fat percentages really low.

-For the same reason, aside from the areas with scale growth, Luchino's skin is well-kept. He uses many lotions and balms to ease the itching of said scales, so his entire body is well-moisturized and has a golden, dewy glow.

Norton

-The tallest survivor.

-Lean and lankey. He's strong, but still bulking up after years of near-starvation, so his muscle mass and body fat seem low.

-Has an average amount of body hair. His chest, legs, and arms all have a fair amount. (his head hair and pubes are much thicker) The burn scars left from the accident have prevented hair growth in certain areas of his body. He grows facial hair reasonably fast and has to shave at least every other week.

Andrew

-One of the tallest survivors.

-Vaguely dorito-shaped with broad shoulders. He's quite strong in general, as a result of years of hard labor like digging and throwing about coffins (and corpses). He has some body hair--but less than average--but it is thin and fine, so difficult to see without being up-close. The hair on his head is a bit thin too, he doesn't have much volume there.

-Very pale (obviously.) It's painfully obvious when he blushes--it goes all the way from his ears, down to his belly.

-He has some faint, scattered scarring just from accidents over the years. Nicking himself on sharp wooden edges, his own shovel, etc.

Luca

-Very thin. Luca hyperfocuses on work and forgets to eat a lot, and was malnourished during his time in prison. He's very physically weak.

-He grows very little body hair, and the hair on his head tends to be thin. Not many people know this, but he has a small bald patch from where he worries and pulls at his hair during moments of frustration.

-Has faint electrical scarring across his shoulders, chest, and back. Always has circles under his eyes due to his poor sleep schedule.

Naib

-Bulky and column-shaped. He's very lean and muscular from years in his various services. One of the shortest survivors (as well as one of the widest lol.)

-Covered in various scars. Life's been rough for him.

-He grows a fair amount of body hair, but he shaves it all off. This is something he does as a "leave-no-trace" sort of precaution for work, rather than as an actual preference. He's considered shaving his head, too, but he is a bit fond of his hair for personal reasons. The hair on his head is thick, but a bit dry. He doesn't always have the chance to use good products.

Victor

(My love for Victor has grown exponentially since I took my unintentional break. You heard it here, folks, I have new favorites. ask me about it lol)

-Has a fairly average, fit body type. He doesn't work out, specifically, but does a LOT of walking, running, and hiking so he's in good-standing with his cardio. He has a very slight softness around his tummy and arms, since his legs do the most of the work.

-Has a t-shirt tan from all his time outside. He's very rosey, too. Isn't that blush adorable?

-Has a very small amount of chest hair, and some on his legs. Similar to Andrew, his body hair is fine and difficult to see. He has trouble growing a beard--much to his holiday displeasure.

[snallyghaster]

got bored and made a f2u sandwing base! (might make some bases for the other tribes, we'll see) don't remove the watermark but otherwise feel free to go ham

(speculative biology / reasoning for design decisions below the cut)

sandwings in many ways represent the most "average" dragon in pyrrhia. not quite as bulky as seawings, icewings, and mudwings, and not quite as light and maneuverable as rainwings, nightwings, and skywings, sandwings have middling capabilities in the air and are generally the most comfortable on the ground. they possess some heavy plating, but have scaleless bellies that prevent overheating but also leave them vulnerable to attack from below. Their distinctive crests, running from their head to their tail, are covered with blood vessels and allow sandwings to regulate their temperature more easily. Their wings also contain blood vessels, unlike those of other dragons.

sandwings are well adapted to the scarcity and heat of the desert. they depend on nomadic prey herds and hunt by ambush, camouflaging themselves in the sand and waiting until their target is within striking distance of their tail. because these large herds are rare, sandwings retain fat readily and can go long periods without eating. however, their tails remain relatively fatless to ensure their maneuverability. Between large meals, they sustain themselves on lone prey such as lizards and occasionally even fresh carrion.

sandwing wings are optimized for idle gliding. they can spend hours in the air while expending very little energy, searching for live prey or carrion. Upon spotting live prey, a sandwing will typically land nearby and approach on foot, slowly approaching while blending in with the sand to avoid notice. sandwings can also fly for impressive distances, although their speed leaves much to be desired.

to avoid sand ending up in their nostrils, sandwing nostrils are situated atop their snout and can be closed and opened at will. their eyes are slitted; typically, their pupils remain very thin due to the sun and the glare of the desert, but their pupils can widen significantly in darker environments.

In combat, a sandwing on the ground is a formidable opponent. Attacks from any angle will be quickly rewarded with a dose of venom capable of paralyzing a foe and sometimes even killing them, depending on where the venom entered the bloodstream; after being paralyzed, the foe is quickly dispatched with the sandwing's formidable claws. The only way to consistently defeat a sandwing in battle is through greater numbers. A sandwing in the sky, on the other hand, is essentially a sitting duck, easily picked off through blows to the stomach.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

snippet from the starter pokemon ofa au, ft. duo holders & their dragon-turned-fat hedgehog mole thing (Cyndaquil!). wc: ~550

a/n: Cyndaquil Community Day 2024, I will never forget you being timed for a literal 108 F heat wave. THREE SHINY CYNDAQUIL, AND NOT A ONE OF THEM 3-STARRED.

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The first thing Kudou realized was that Yoichi’s big fucking dragon was gone. The second thing Kudou realized was the tiny, stubby-limbed thing squirmed between him and Yoichi, whose snores were being unusually muffled. And the last thing Kudou realized before he would bolt upright was the spattering of open flames that flickered on and off in quick succession.

“Fuck--! Yoichi--!” he yelled, and instinctively shoved Yoichi away. His alarm woke up the creature, who let out a tiny screech and wobbled up on all fours, whose back ignited into a steady flame this time.

“Charizard!” Yoichi gasped, and then froze. One of his long-fingered hands clutched for his belly. Quick calculations went on behind those green eyes, and he nearly was too late to prevent Kudou from yanking his gauntlet on and training its sights onto the creature. “No, wait! Kudou, wait!”

They wrestled for the gauntlet’s straps.

“Get your meta ability to eat it!”

“That is my meta ability!” Yoichi exclaimed, and Kudou was so stunned, he accidentally let Yoichi clip his jaw with a pointy elbow. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry--”

“It changed forms again?”

“Well, I…” Yoichi hesitated. He was sprawled over Kudou, limbs comically attempting to wrap him up, and from this angle, Kudou could hardly read the man’s expression. They heaved for breath; Kudou thought his head was ringing, just a little. “Um… Leader… do you feel alright?”

“No?” Incredulity colored his response. “There’s some kind of rat in our bed, and it’s on fire, like your… meta ability…”

“My brother’s meta ability--”

“No. No. Don’t tell me.”

The creature stumbled in the sheets, attempting to approach. Its squat stature did not permit it to overcome one particular crease, and it tripped with a piteous little wail. Seeing it sprawled out on its belly, frustratedly squeaking, stirred some measure of sympathy in Kudou’s heart.

“It’s so cute,” Yoichi cooed, apparently enthralled.

“Why is your meta ability now mine, that’s the bigger issue!” Kudou cringed away from Yoichi as his now-lover scooped up the creature with zero fear, and plopped it on Kudou’s chest. It felt like a fuzzy hot water bottle. It squeaked again.

“What’s its name?”

“How’d you know Charizard’s? Bruce and I could guess how you got Charmeleon out of the lizard’s sounds, but Charizard’s were way more incoherent.”

“Mm,” Yoichi hummed, and carefully rubbed the creature’s fine-haired scalp with a finger. “I suppose it came from the bond. Do you feel it? Between you and… whatever One for All is now?”

Kudou frowned. He closed his eyes, and tried to isolate his immediate feelings of shock and worry from… aha. It had been so difficult to explain to Yoichi what meta abilities, naturally-appearing ones at least, felt like to their users’ innate senses. Gearshift was something like a gust of air, exhaled with deliberate attention, paired with a twinge in Kudou’s temple as he focused on a specific object.

One for All, apparently, felt like a crackling warmth in his core, and instantly, Kudou knew that he could replicate that otherworldly red bolt that Yoichi used to recall his meta ability to a different dimension. And then, he knew the creature’s name.

“Cyndaquil,” Kudou said aloud, and the fat little thing squeaked in acknowledgment. It nestled firmly by his collarbone. Never before had Kudou felt so gratified that Yoichi’s monster--Yoichi’s evidently transferable meta ability--wasn’t subject to mortal indignities.

“So cute,” Yoichi said again.

[littlefireball]

Just a little part 2 of Imaginary friend

Summary: Wooyoung wore a cock ring as he promised you not to creampie… but he broke the promise. 

"Ah..! Ah..!! Ahh…" 

In the deserted, forgotten church, the air was filled with a woman's loud moan and the echo of skin meeting skin.

Wooyoung drove his hips into you with reckless abandon, showing no mercy, just pure passion. The tip of his long, fat cock reached the deepest as he swayed his hips forward to your tight hole. 

You could feel how your belly was swollen and the muscles were stretched when he thrusted in. He murmured curse against your ears, his hot breath landing on your skin as he panted heavily.

"God damn it…baby…you're so good. I can't get enough of you…"

His hand cupped your chin, making you meet his gaze. The way his eyes sparkled like emeralds, paired with that wicked grin, sent chills racing down your spine. But you were totally into it and knew you could never shake that feeling.

"Say you are mine…I want to hear that…"

"I am yours, only yours…"

"Good girl." 

His long fang suddenly sunk down your lips as his cock twitched and hardened, a throaty moan leaving his tongue.

"oh god..oh god…baby…I gotta come…too close…so fucking close…!" 

"Oh my god….!" You moaned with him as the hot liquid filled your whole stomach. His cock pushed deeper and deeper, his seed spitting out non stop. 

"wooyoung…wooyoung…it's too much…!" Your stomach was completely stuffed, like a balloon about to pop. Every time his seed came out, your hole clenched tighter and tighter until it started to seep out from the sides of your swollen hole.

"I can't hold it anymore…" You couldn't help but struggle and climb forward, hoping he pulled out. 

"Ah-ah" He warned and pulled you back harshly, accidentally plugging into the deepest part of your stomach. "Ah…I…can't…!!" "You can't leave, darling. I am not done yet." He firmly pinned his palms against your waist, holding you in place to prevent you from leaving.

"Fuck…" He raised his head, letting out a loud groan of frustration. The cock ring's jewels glimmered with an eerie green glow, a clear sign he had overdone it. But he shrugged it off. As he pulled the jewels from the ring, it shattered into fragments. With the clatter of metal hitting the floor, he noticed his size increasing as the sperm filled him up. Wooyoung grabbed your shoulder to shove his knot into you, letting his sperm fill you up until you were literally his cum doll. 

"Baby, you are mine, completely mine…" 

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