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Here's a small sketchdump of random doodles I have done in the last three days, hopes this makes up for a lack of posting things recently :P
Sissy after Julie and the rest of the gang escape the slaughterhouse
Why does no one ship them?? Like it feels so obvious
I think dating a guy from the south who looks like a cowboy and always wants to hold me and calls me “the little lady” would solve all my problems
Edit: I also think dating a guy with long black hair and piercings would solve all my problems
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something so cute about a butch who gets hopelessly turned on by the mental image of me heavily pregnant. the kind of turned on that’s almost surprising in how strong it feels, a low tug in your stomach, blood rushing south, dizzy, mouth dry, breathing hard. you really like it that much, huh? you like thinking about me with a round swollen belly, fresh stretch marks creeping in along the sides, my tits growing so heavy and sensitive? you get hard daydreaming about taking care of me, massaging my sore feet, cooking for me and making sure i’m eating well and taking all my vitamins? you get wet thinking about your warm strong hands under my belly, lifting it up while you stand behind me and hearing me sigh, my little moan of relief as i relax into you and let you hold the weight for a second, the extra weight that you caused? mm. cute
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oh to be impregnated by a woman.
to feel her pretty acrylic nails tapping on my taut pregnant belly, to be pranced around in public as her super pregnant doll. accessorized and dressed in clothing that can’t contain the maternal curves that plump my figure. a woman who who refers to herself as daddy.
a possessive hand always around my waist, she wants nobody to mistaken my breeder. wants everyone to know that it was her who filled me with babies, her babies. she finds amusement and excitement each time she gets to slyly tell someone that she’s the daddy.
and she smirks when their eyes widen and they look between us to figure out how. god i want a capable and confident woman to knock me up -_-
I want to see you waddling around the house in nothing but your underwear, huffing and grunting as you attempt to lift and support your twin full belly, who are 6 pounds each and still growing, exceeding the average for twins. I want to hear you moan and bellyache about how large you've gotten; how you keep bumping into or knocking things over because you can't see in front of your belly; how you can't fit into any of your favorite clothes; how tight and itchy your belly feels; how you find yourself constantly snacking instead of eating full meals, because your stomach is so squished. I want you miserably, adorably pregnant~
At one point, Strong Male Character cries and spills all his insecurities and emotions to Helen Mirren, who then tells him "you don't have to be strong anymore," or "I'll take care of you," or, the most famous, "I'll protect you," or something along those lines
I want an inverse spy flick. The spy is a woman. Her whole team is made up of diverse women. All the villains are women. There is only one man in the entire movie and he is a Strong Male Character who is like 25 and decently ripped and has a scene where he slowly steps out of a pool wearing speedos because he is Confident and In Control of His Sexuality. We see his ass when he has to tug down his pants to get at the knife strapped to his thigh. His nipples are always erect for no fucking reason.
Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please
There is a possibility that we could be getting a domestic poolverine movie! Who else cheered??
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Need bites from a pretty girl…like literally all over me…
btw bites from a femme will cure all illnesses.
*bites you. bites you. bites you.*
Ahhhhhh….
in my defence, you smiled when my hand gripped tighter around your throat
Pairing: Dilf!Satoru Gojo x gn!reader x Dilf!Suguru Geto
Synopsis: you try being sneaky behind your boyfriends' backs. But they're dead set on pampering you.
Good riddance.
You feel like ripping your hair out. The Zoom meeting has been going on for what feels like forever now. You've already told the interviewer everything he needed to know, your educational detaile, your degree, your previous experiences in the work force, and even your living arrangement for whatever fucking reason. So why on earth is he still running his mouth?? The ache in your cheeks from holding that tight smile makes you begin to regret applying for the job in the first place.
"You know you don't have to do this." And you do know,"we take care of you just fine, don't we?" And they do,"please, you stress yourself enough with school. You have enough on your plate already." And you do "Awe baby, just let us take care of you." and you should, but you just wouldn't fucking listen huh?
Your married boyfriends hate to see you like this. Don't get it twisted, they find it endearing the way you just don't seem to be able to sit still, how you just have to be doing something to contribute. But you just love taking it too far, working yourself to the bone, burning yourself out. Something the two middle aged men just can't have. And so, Suguru and Satoru have taken it as their mission to turn you into their spoiled little baby, a tiny little kitty in their palm, ever since they lured you into their marital home with charming smiles and hot meals.
The interviewer's words fade into the background as more and more doubt begins to cloud your mind. Realistically speaking, you really aren't in nee-
"Oh? what do we have here?"
You freeze.
But a pair of strong muscular arms wrap around your own, warming you right back up, you recognize that teasing tilt of tone anywhere. Lost in your own thoughts, you haven't been able to catch Satoru make his way into the room you swear you locked, and pull you into his embrace, your back pushed against hid soft plush chest.
"We talked about this didn't we? I can't believe you would go behind our backs like this? Im so disappointed~"
And usually, you'd laugh, kiss his cheek, tell him to stop being so dramatic, or even play along if he's lucky. But not when you've been caught red-handed, not when you've promised them time and time again that you'd take better care of yourself, and not when you've been pushing this interview around for when they both would be at work, and definitely not with your camera still on.
"U-uh satoru..." Said man responds with a hum against the back of your head in between gentle feather-light kisses.
"I'm uhm...in the middle of something....as you can see"
A second then two pass before he takes his face off of your hair. You can feel his piercing blue gaze burn the back of your head before he bursts into laughter. You shrink and curl back into him further.
"Awh sweets, the audaci-"
"Easy, Satoru. No use in being mean, you know our little angel just can't help it"
Your stomach drops to you ass once you register your other boyfriend (who's also your other boyfriend's husband)'s voice. Satoru rests his chin on your shoulder before pouting childishly.
Once again, your camera is very much still recording.
Suguru is leaning against the frame of the wide open door, a fond little smile on his face. And all hope is thrown to the wind. You may have had a chance at escape with Satoru, but definitely not with his husband. The feeling of hopelessness intensifies when the long haired man stands up straight and makes his way to you with purpose.
Suguru carries himself with the same elegance that caught your eye the first day you've met, a select few gray strands catch the sunlight making his black locks almost seem bejeweled. His hand comes down to ruffle his husband's hair and then to pinch your cheek affectionately before taking your unoccupied side. Effectively adding more fuel to the fire. Your hands fly to hide your flaming hot face, and your men share a look of amusement.
"Aww sweetie, come here." And of course. he wouldn't be Suguru if he didn't jump at the chance to coddle you in his own arms. "i know, i know... all of this work business must be stressing you out to no end," he noses at your temple, then moves to smear a long chast kiss on your cheek.
Maybe it's out of consideration for your rapidly beating heart. Maybe he thinks it's something only you should have the privilege to hear, either why you're thankful the next words came in the form of a whisper againt your cheek.
"But that's why you have us, right? We'll handle everything. You can just be our little one, wouldn't that be nice?"
And you nod, you actually nod. Can you believe that? That's all it took. Being sandwiched between the couple, a few kisses here and there a gentle whisper and you're once again swept off your feet.
"Why do you have to be this waaaayyy..." your muffled whining only serves to endear them, a big hand travels under your shirt to rub soothing circles on your back.
"It's for your own good" Suguru is yet to drop the soft cooing.
"And you do it to yourself!" Satoru is yet to drop the teasing.
You're reminded of two big happy cats when they start rubbing their cheeks on either side of your face, it's pretty impressive how synchronized they can be sometimes, yet again, you suppose it just comes naturally after a decade of marriage.
"..excuse m-" "You're excused!" Satoru quickly shuts your laptop. Effectively interrupting the interviewer, almost out of fear of an impromptu change of mind from your end, you can be quite stubborn, something they're working on correcting as well.
The embarrassment doesn't get a chance to sink in before Suguru scoops you up in his arms, eager to mother you as per usual.
"You've barely eaten anything for breakfast, you must be starving.. our poor baby..."
And your brain is melting again.
Maybe another day of unemployment wouldn't kill you.
y’all fuckin with the laura palmer rolling tray?
SPEECHLESS IM DONE
sitting on jj maybank's lap
positions
fandom- Outter Banks
pairing(s)- jj maybank
a/n: my favourite blondie. warning, i have never written smthn like dis or this fandom so be nice please. and tysm for requesting, p.s requests are open love you :)
requested- yes
warnings- deep lonliness
JJ Maybank, a.k.a the simp. the literal definition of heart eyes when you walk about, my boy is pudding. ofcourse he wouldnt want anyone else to know that but maybank was a sucker at keepin secrets.
"i'm never nervous."
it wasnt true, everyone knew but the little bitch was good at hiding it. you and jj were in Jhon B's tiny bedroom as he sought of to go who knows where leaving you two alone past midnight fully alive.
you dont know what made you do it. was it coke? the alcahol? or just the infruating face of JJ?
you got up from the floor and slipped onto JJ's lap. he breath had hitched and probably his heart stopped too
omgomgomgomgogmg were the only thoughts running around his head baby.
"is that so baby? do you like this position?" your hands were on his jaw tilting it up to meet you eyes and his arms coiled on your waist
"yes ma'am"
um now im feral. I LOVE U FOR THIS
JJ in his red cut off shirt and reader being feral for him 🥵🥵
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There were two things about JJ that made your core tighten when you saw them, his cut-off tanks that showed his sun kissed skin and muscled arms, and his motorcycle. On other guys, neither of these things had an effect on you, but watching JJ straddling his motorcycle and speeding to your house had a special effect on you. Mayhaps it was the slight bad boy vibe the motorcycle gave off, or simply because he looked fucking hot when ridding it.
You were finishing getting ready for a boat day with your friends, brushing your hair one last time and packing the last things in your bag when you heard the familiar clicking roar of a motorcycle outside. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you grabbed your bag, rushing down the stairs to meet him.
You got outside on your porch and you held back a mewl, seeing JJ in a red cut-off tank.
‘’Your chauffeur is here, milady,’’ he said, still on his motorcycle, waiting for you to get on.
The sight made you want to grab him by the collar and smash your lips together.
So you did.
His hand gravitated to the small of your back as you deepened the kiss, engaging in a short make out session in your driveway. That was more than a regular greeting kiss, but JJ was not complaining. He’ll take everything you give him.
‘’What was that for?’’ he asked when you broke the kiss, a little stunned and out of breath.
You ran your hands down his shoulders and followed the muscles of his arms. ‘’I just missed you.’’
JJ arched an eyebrow. ‘’You just missed me, uh?’’ His tone was teasing, knowing there was something you were hiding from him.
You hummed, dropping your head against his chest to hide any signs that could betray your lie and pressed a kiss over his shirt. He smelled like cheap deodorant — probably stolen from a store — and tasted like the sun.
‘’Okay, this is nice, but if we don’t go soon, they’re gonna leave without us.’’ JJ’s hands circled around you, doing the exact opposite.
‘’What if…we ditched the boat day?’’ you suggested, looking up at him. ‘’I don’t feel like going anymore.’’ You stared him down with hungry eyes, fingers digging into the muscles of his arms.
In your fantasy, you would get on the bike and have him fuck you there, but in real life you had neighbors.
‘’No?’’
‘’No.’’
JJ’s eyes trained on you, stopping at the unbuttoned part of your shirt where your bikini top was peaking out. ‘’Got anything else in mind? Because I really was looking forward to having a boat day. Swimming and drinking beer all day with my girl and our friends, sounds like a perfect summer day. You’re gonna need to be very convincing if you want me to stay.’’
A smirk threatened to curl on your lips, knowing exactly the kind of arguments that would make the boy stay. You took a quick look toward your neighbors, making sure no one was outside or peeping in their window, and unbuttoned a few more buttons of your shirt. You reached for the middle tie of your bikini top, freeing your breasts, making JJ's cock twitch in his shorts as he watched you.
Although it sounded like it, you weren't topless in your driveway. Your dignity was still covered by your shirt, but the person facing you and a front seat view of 'the goods', as JJ called them the last time he was drunk.
‘’Fuck,’’ he moaned lowly, not expecting you to do that. ‘’You know I can’t resist those tits.’’
You giggle softly and JJ quickly dismounted his motorcycle and cut the engine, almost tripping. ‘’It’s your fault for wearing that stupid red cut off,’’ you fired back.
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This is a poem I just wrote, let me know what you think please.
Society teaches us what it's like to 'be a man' How to be 'a women' Thinks there isn't anything different That's why so many young people commit suicide I'd say boys and girls, but there is more than that I'm not foolish enough to think otherwise Though society teaches us at a young age that there is only that Nothing different from those two boxes they try to fit us all in They're wrong There is a spectrum, nothing is set in stone There is no right or wrong when it comes to who you are Don't let society tell you what it means to be anything Don't try to be anything other than yourself There is a strength in you that you don't know Asking for help is not weakness There is nothing wrong with letting someone else take care of you for awhile Strength is continuing on even when you think there is nothing else Strength is reaching out for help Strength is knowledge Knowledge is power Power is whatever you feel it is Nothing will change the strength inside of you Nothing will take that away from you It can't be forced out of yourself That strength is always there waiting for you to let it out Sometimes you need someone to help bring it out of you There is a strength in that itself Reaching out is one of the strongest things you can ever do Never let society or anyone tell you anything different Not even yourself Don't think giving up is stronger than asking for help Don't think asking for help isn't man enough Don't think asking for help makes you weak in any sense of the world There is a fire inside each and every one of you You just have to let it burn Don't let anyone tell you that your fire is wrong That you don't deserve that fire That your fire isn't yours to control That your shade of fire isn't yours That your fire is any less yours after someone tries to take it away from you Don't you ever let anyone tell you who you are Don't you dare listen to anyone who calls you weak You're all so much stronger than you know You're still here You're hearing or reading these words You're still burning strong That right there is strength Strength is beauty And you all are the most beautiful people Don't forget that And please never let anyone tell you anything different. You're all beautiful amazing strong people Don't let someone take that away from you It's not something that they can take away from you Only you can So don't listen to them Don't believe them Just keep burning That is true strength.