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miraclewoozi · 5 months

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[ 05:55 ] - c.hs

pair: vernon x fem!reader. w/c: 2k content: pwp/smut. (MINORS DO NOT HAVE MY CONSENT TO INTERACT). married au. christmas drabble. warnings: swearing. bad jokes/festive innuendoes throughout. smut tags UTC. notes: yes this is several days late. no i am not taking questions. notes 2.0: at the time of writing i am stuck in a very grim post-xmas limbo (see: entirely too full of cheese and also regret), however i remain down horrendous for this loser so here we are. enjoy. <3

smut tags: spooning -> forking. fingering, nipple play, talk of spicy dreams incl. a blowjob. piv sex. breeding kink (see: hills i will die on). creampie! cockwarming. it’s all very domestic. barely proof read. please let me know if i have forgotten anything.

Soft lips against the shell of your ear accompany you on your return to the land of the living, several hours earlier than you’d ideally like to be awake and definitely long before the sun decides to make its own face known. Your room is dark and the air is bitterly cold, even wrapped up under your bedsheets, even tangled in the arms of your husband.

But you don’t need to be able to feel your toes, nor see six feet in front of you to know exactly why you’ve been woken up this early. All you need to be able to do is hear, and there’s certainly nothing wrong with your ears at this ungodly hour.

“Morning,” Hansol murmurs huskily when your hands place themselves over his, low on your stomach beneath your sleep shirt. “Happy Christmas, baby.”

“Happy Christmas,” you say back, smiling serenely, your brain still fogged with the last wisps of your retreating slumber. The tone of his voice alone is a dead giveaway to what he wants, but you decide to play with him a little first anyway and feign innocence. Lazy mornings like this where neither of you are in a rush to get straight out of bed are a little bit of a treat, so who are you to not indulge him? “Why are you awake?”

It’s no secret that your partner likes to sleep in whenever gets the chance, but with a toddler in the room down the hall and a demanding job that has him leaving home before sunrise, most days, that’s something of a rarity now. He answers you silently, pressing his hips into your backside and you feel him — all of him — thick and hard and warm against the flesh of your ass. Ah. Just as expected. A warm chuckle escapes you and you move to turn over in his arms, but his strong hold traps you in place and you just wiggle back against him instead.

He barely stifles a groan and, still laughing, you roll your eyes.

“S’that a candy cane in your pocket?” You ask, feeling him shuffle down a fraction and rut against the seam of your thighs over and over, quiet grunts betraying the pleasure he tries to conceal. Close enough to feel your core’s heat, yet separated enough from it to only feel more frustrated. “Or are you just happy to see me?”

Hansol laughs despite himself into the smooth skin of your neck, shaking his head. He slides one of his hands up from your stomach to your chest, his warm fingers finding and dragging around one of your nipples with practiced accuracy.

“You can find out,” he says, feeling goosebumps raise on your skin as the bud hardens under his touch. “If you want.”

“Why don’t you tell me what got you all worked up, first?” You ask.

Morning wood is one thing, but to make him initiate all this? It must’ve been something really special. He proves you right as he pinches at your nipple, his other hand dipping below the waistband of your pyjama pants, his blunt nails dragging down your belly. You bite your lips to prevent yourself whining.

So sue you. It’s been a while.

“Had a dream about you,” Hansol says, peppering kisses down the side of your neck. You arch your back, simultaneously pressing your ass against his clothed cock again and your chest harder against his hand. “You were all dressed up for me. In this pretty little red outfit — you know the… sexy Christmas ones? With the white fur along the skirt?”

You nod, dropping your hand down to where his fingers are stroking, mercilessly slowly, against the cotton of your panties. To where he’s giving you hardly anything. On purpose. You shunt his wrist down a little, feeling him smirk into your skin. Finally though, he starts to thumb over your clit and you gasp appreciatively at the relief. “Oh yeah? And what was I doing?”

“It’s just funny you mentioned candy canes,” he tells you, rubbing at you a little faster. “You were suckin’ on me like I was one.”

You groan a little at his description, feeling your cheeks heat up. Arguably, this shouldn’t be sexy at all, but his rough morning voice and the way his skillful hands are working you up to a soaked, wriggling mess already has you flustered. You’re convinced nobody else in the world could turn a line that corny into auditory foreplay.

Leave it to you to marry the world’s biggest dork.

“All the way back into your throat,” he goes on, finally now slipping past the barrier of your underwear. He dips between your folds, dragging through your arousal before he moves his sickened finger back to your clit. “Dressed so naughty, but I’d have put you on the nice list for sure.”

“Enough with the damn—,” you snort, but your amusement dies and you clench your jaw as he starts to play with your other tit instead. You have to be quiet; you can’t afford for this to end before either of you manage to get off. Not now. But it’s so difficult when he knows your body better than he does his own. “You know she’ll be awake any-… oh.”

“Then get these off,” he whispers. He opens his palm fully then, pushing your thighs apart and pressing just the tips of two of his fingers against your hole. All the while, he fights to try and push your pyjama pants down with his other hand.

He fails, naturally, but you come to his rescue and slide them down over your hips for him. He joins you again in an effort to kick everything all the way off though, sliding one leg between yours and stamping a little impatiently at your sleepwear with his foot until they’re bunched up at the end of your bed. His boxer shorts, meanwhile, don’t even make it to his knees; as soon as he can pull himself free of their confines, he does, stroking along his length as you open your thighs for him.

He presses his lips against the curve of your shoulder while he settles into position behind you. Then, it’s just moments before you feel his head dragging through your slick in place of his fingers.

“Okay?” he asks, lining up with your entrance and pushing forward just enough that you feel the familiar stretch of his intrusion.

“Please,” you nod, grabbing the sheets in an attempt to anchor yourself, to hush the moans he always draws out of you. Hansol slides into your cunt slowly, pressing until his cock is buried all the way inside you, until his hips rest completely against your ass. Your whole body shivers at the feeling.

He barely moves for a little while, letting himself get used to the sensation of your walls hugging him for the first time in… weeks? Months, even? Too long, is the only real answer. His hand lays over your hip as you relax it and your thighs come back together, making you squeeze a little tighter around him. He fills you up so perfectly, too. So much that you feel warmth creeping to each of your extremities already. So much you can’t keep your mouth closed no matter how hard you try.

“Missed you,” you sigh, laying your hand on top of his, threading your fingers through the spaces between his own. He brushes his thumb over the side of your hand soothingly. “Missed this.”

“Me too,” he agrees, slowly starting to turn those cute accidental jerks of his hips into real thrusts. But he doesn’t move quickly. Not at all: quite the opposite, even; he fucks into you slow and deep, making sure you feel every inch of him on every single stroke.

It continues on much the same, but you’re not sure how long for: kissing your shoulders, your neck, the back of your hand when he lifts it up to his lips, breathing hot and heavy on your slowly warming skin. He murmurs sweet little praises. Rolls into you, dragging the tip of his cock against the sweet spot inside once he finds the angle that makes you hiccup your next breaths. He loves you, he makes love to you: quietly and intimately, and you’re so lost in this rarely seen, sweet, needy side to your husband that you barely realise you’re inching closer to your high until he’s the one to tell you you are.

“Close?” he asks, with a new rough edge to his voice that has nothing to do with the sleep his fantasies woke you both from. It’s not a question, despite the little lift he says the word with. He knows what it feels like. He knows you.

“Mhm,” you nod, swallowing back another whine as his hand dips between your legs again. “F-… yeah. Just like that—”

“I know, sweetheart,” he hums. “God, m’so lucky to have you. Feels so good.”

Your brain floods with static and it’s a miracle you even hear what he says next. He’s a man of few words (though one of many grunts) in the bedroom, but when Hansol starts getting overwhelmed in his pleasure, he babbles more than anyone you’ve ever met. You do hear him, though. Loud and clear.

“Gonna put another one in you,” he says, hushed but still undoubtedly desperate. “Wanna give you another baby— oh, you’re gonna look so pretty. Can I? Please—?”

And if his fingertips rubbing tight circles against your puffy clit, or his cock spearing into you with unsteady, shaky movements, or his throaty moans of your name hushed by the skin of your back weren’t enough to get you there? This is. You squeeze your eyes shut and cry around your fist as it hits, as ecstasy pulses through you in waves that never seem to end.

“Yes,” you gasp in the midst of it all, as he keeps asking — no, keeps begging. “Please, ‘Sol—”

“Fuck,” he groans, then, letting his own high wash over him and he starts to spill ribbons of white into your hot pussy. “You feel so fucking-… ah—”

He squeaks the words out. Right into your ear, fanning hot breaths down your now slightly sweaty neck. Even when he’s spent and stops rocking into your hips, he keeps rambling. “Thank you, shit, thank you—”

You don’t hear him swear much anymore. Not since you had your first baby; the suddenness of it makes you giggle, and the resulting clamp of your walls around his twitching length makes him hiss as he comes down. But he doesn’t pull out of you, even when he starts to soften. You realise after a few seconds what he’s doing, though. He’s keeping you plugged full of his cum; he’s not going to let any of it go to waste. (You both know it’s starting to dribble out of you down the sides of his length anyway, mixed with your own wetness. Neither of you are too worried about that right now.)

He meant it, then. All of it. Your stomach twists in delight as he taps your waist and you look back at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Make me a promise?” he asks, sweaty forehead pressed into your shoulder, still trying to catch his breath.

“Anything.”

“Let’s never leave it that long again,” Hansol whines. You can’t help but flutter around him again, this time at the mere thought of him being so desperate to fuck you more often. He lets out a slightly pained laugh, overstimulated.

“I promise,” you agree, feeling all of a sudden like your bones are made of lead. You could fall back asleep like this, quite happily.

But, you realise with a sigh, someone didn’t take care of the milk and cookies on the kitchen counter before they crawled into bed last night. That’s about to become your problem.

“Good,” he nods. “We’re gonna do this every day ‘til you have another one, okay? Twice. And extra on weekends.”

“Mhm, sure we are.” You laugh, finally now feeling him pull out of you with a kiss to your temple. (Twice a day is his upper limit, and both of you know that. But it doesn’t hurt to play along.) “In that case, I’ll save your special gift for later.”

tysm for reading!!! likes, reblogs, comments & feedback are, as always, super appreciated.<3

#vernon smut #choi hansol smut #vernon chwe smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #kpop smut #vernon x reader #j writes.#*#timestamps.#WELP good and bye 😭

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talkingtea · 4 months

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I can't stand DDG. Nobody would've known anything even if he hadn't purposely leaked videos and photos. And Halle is a bigger dummy if she doesn't know that he's the one who most likely set her up. I believed he called TMZ to get the first pic of her pregnancy belly. And don't forget that Xmas video showing her post partem. So, while she's talking about "desperate" to meet the child, maybe she should check the person who's already desperate to use her baby for content.

👆🏾👆🏾

Yep, every leak/hint we had about her pregnancy came from him. If it hadn’t been for him she probably would have gone through her whole entire pregnancy in private

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kayhi808 · 1 year

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More Than Our Scars - Part 17

You and Billy were able to stay away for 3 days in Beacon. As much as you were grateful to get Billy away from Kingpin, you knew it wasn't permanent. Billy was itching to get back to work. He did all this to make you feel better. It was for your benefit, which you appreciated. You were able to get outside and walk around like a normal human being. Bill took you to the museum. You finally got your date night. Shopping around for xmas presents for people in the office. You notice that though he may not have his actual memories back, you think his personality is emerging. Or maybe he's just healing & getting better. When you first met him, he was very cagey & rough around the edges. Now, he's more charming, his posture is different, he seems to be more comfortable in his own skin, scars & all. There's also a side of Billy you only had glimpses of; which you've dubbed, Murder Boyfriend. You're still trying to come to grips with that guy.

Frank is over at the Loft catching Bill up on work while he was gone. You and Frank haven't said anything to each other. If he wants to act dumb, whatever. You're not going to bend over backwards to garner his friendship if he doesn't want it. You were going to go to the bedroom, but Bill pulled you down next to him on the couch.

"What did you come up with on Dumont?"

Frank tosses a file on the coffee table & takes a seat across from you both. "She's a piece of work. She specializes in working with Veterans & PTSD trauma. But get this, at the age of 8, her dad who was a PTSD veteran threw himself AND Dumont out of a fucking window. He died, and she was injured, but survived. I don't know how she got her license. She's had run-ins with psyche wards growing up for multiple suicide attempts and I'm sure a shit load of Daddy issues. But I guess that's how she developed her draw to Veterans & PTSD. She's had a lot of success in her career, which is why I think your case got assigned to her. I don't think she specifically went after your case, but I'm still looking into that."

"Shit."

"I haven't been able to get Madani to return my calls. There were multiple meetings between Wesley & Wolf going back 2 months prior to the raid. Wolf has a nice little setup at home. Trust-fund wife, 2 kids...Special Agent to DHS gets paid well but nothing compared to what the little lady brings to the marriage." Frank nods at you, "I'll bet anything you were used to blackmail Wolf. Doesn't want the missus to know about his infidelities, video...photos..."

"Oh, God." You start to feel light-headed and nauseous. You have trouble catching your breath.

Billy grabs your hand but you shake him off & get up to leave. You barely make it to the bathroom before you throw up. "Babe,..."

"Leave me alone." Billy tries to rub your back & you swing out at him. "Don't fucking touch me!!"

"Y/N."

"Please, Bill." You start to cry & dry heave; your belly is already empty. "Go away. PLEASE."

"How can you expect me to leave you like this?" Crouched down next to you.

"Go finish your meeting with Frank." You kick out with your foot at him & end up plopping down on your butt. You cry harder begging him to go away.

Bill leaves because his presence is only upsetting you more. Frank is still in the living room when he returns. "She ok?" Bill shakes his head and Frank nods and continues. "So, we can assume blackmail was the leverage used to turn Wolf into an asset for Kingpin. He knows about the raid going down and can't stop it without exposing himself, so he leaks the info to Wesley."

"And Dumont?"

"I haven't found out Dumont's position in all this. Maybe Wolf has other agents under treatment. Maybe he's seeking treatment himself. I dunno, but I'm working on it."

"Thanks, keep me posted." Bill sees Frank out and goes to look for you.

You aren't in the bedroom or bath. He goes back to your old bedroom and finds you in bed there. He slides in behind you and wraps himself around you. You cry and he lets you. It goes on for a while. "Sweetheart, you need to stop. You're going to make yourself ill." You turn so you can bury yourself against his chest. He tucks your head under his chin like he always does, a hand fisted in your hair & the other rubbing your back. Your body is tensed up against his.

"I'm so very sorry."

"What are you sorry about, hmm?" You're quiet for a long time and Billy patiently waits you out.

"For the part I p..played in you getting hurt." You start to sob.

"What?? Y/N, stop. What are you talking about?" Bill pulls away from you and sits up.

You sit up & choke out an explanation between sobs. "What Frank said makes sense. Wolf wouldn't have told Wesley anything if he wasn't being blackmailed. They had evidence of m..me and him. And you almost died."

"And you think it's your fucking fault?!" You hide your face in you hands and cry. "Jesus fucking Christ!" He drags you into his lap and just rocks you. You don't know how long Billy's been sitting there just swaying with you. It could be minutes it could be an hour. Your tears stop and you're left with hiccups.

Billy kisses your forehead. "You did what you had to do to survive. Isnt that what you told me? If Fisk didn't send you, it would have been another woman. The outcome would have been the same."

Billy leaves to the bathroom and comes back with a hot washcloth and starts to wipe your face but you take it from him and do it yourself. He pulls you down to lay next to him. "This isn't your fault. The one to blame is Wilson Fisk. That's who I blame. Not you, my brave girl." Billy holds you until you fall asleep.

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11

**Thank you, Robin, for coming up with Murder Boyfriend.**

#billy russo #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #billy russo imagine #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfiction

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alphinias · 10 months

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following w that anon that talked about TSITP leaving clues… there’s also this Christmas picture of Jeremiah and Conrad that you can see in the thanksgiving scene and in book 3, one of Conrad’s letters to Belly is about a Xmas both were given ugly sweaters to wear and there’s even a picture of it. Belly responding she’ll love for him to show her the picture (this being a letter Conrad kept on his wallet for years) and in the last chapter, Belly says that Christmas picture of Jeremiah and Conrad in ugly Xmas sweaters hangs in the fireplace of their home as a married couple.

Oh this is such a lovely detail! I didn’t remember they at all from the books because it’s been so long, but I’m obsessed.

I loved the options Jenny posted on her Instagram too! So amazing how much say she genuinely had.

#the summer i turned pretty #bellyconrad #ask

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kivaraccoon · 1 year

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On The Topic of PTSD

I have a traumatic story about rubik's cubes from childhood.

I literally have PTSD about them. As a child, people kept telling me I was a genius, and the smartest kid they'd ever met. Sadly, I believed them. I was about 10 years old when Rubik's cube became a huge fad. This was the mid 80s. I was given one for xmas. I was told by SEVERAL people that they expected I would learn the cube and solve it in no time. After all, I was 'a genius'".

Except I couldn't figure it out. This was before the internet. So I bought a book on how to solve rubik's cubes. But the spatial parts of my brain hadn't formed yet or something? So the instructions were confusing. And I couldn't solve it. And it ate at me. Family members started joking with me about it. My dad started teasing me about it.

So, I did the thing that every kid does when they get annoyed with the cube. I took all the stickers off and put them in the right spots. I proudly showed that 'solved' cube off to my Dad. 'See? I solved it!' He wants me to do it again. I get upset. He starts to rescramble the cube. Stickers start coming off in his hands.

"Why are the stickers coming off?" I sheepishly admitted to my false claim.

He laughed at me. Long and hard. Real deep belly laugh. I left, extremely upset. I buried it deep in my toybox.

After that, EVERY SINGLE TIME that ANYTHING related to puzzles, world records, or rubik's cubes caused my dad to say, "Remember that time, when you took the stickers off the rubik's cube?" Every time. Years passed, I lived my life, I'd visit with him for xmas, and I'd hear it again. Every visit at least once. This happened for 33 years. THIRTY THREE YEARS.

It burned at me. The genius who couldn't solve a rubik's cube. What kind of genius is that? I beat myself up over it and every time the jibe hit, I felt that wound reopen. It eats into a person over time. Anyway, about 2 years ago, he said the phrase, and... I snapped. I yelled at him. I said 'Please, never, ever, ever talk to me about the stickers ever again. Not one single time.' He nodded and agreed readily. I have not heard it since then.

But yeah. I realize now that I've treated these things like anathema. I've had a few and I get rid of them, or at least put them out of view. But now I am trying to solve them?

Maybe I have reached another milestone. Maybe I won't remember this in the morning. But that's why I am posting it. So I can read and remember.

#ptsd #ptsd cw

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blankdblank · 2 years

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No Pairing Masterlist

- Mushrooms—https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/163676767379/mushrooms

The Company finds out you have an allergy and slightly overreact to said allergy. Humor

- Dwarf Trap—https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/164359624284/dwarf-trap-you-and-thorin-have-a-huge-argument

Trying to convince the Dwarves that they are a tad over eager to jump into a trap. Humor

- Nighttime Wandering—https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/164664706949/nighttime-wandering-imagine-your-skin-glows-in-the

Glowing in the dark and scaring the Dwarves with the ability. Humor

- Penguins—https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/164665253144/penguins-the-entire-group-wandering-in-small

Penguins collect stones for their Ones. During the Journey the Dwarves collect stones for you in hopes of you choosing between them at what they’ve chosen for you. Humor – Courting Customs

- Bunnies - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/167728771359/bunnies

Bunnies following Hobbits, so as the Journey continues their army of Bunnies grow leading to mischief in Mirkwood. Humor – Hobbit Traits

- Shedding - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/167728436124/shedding

Dwarves learning the value of Hobbit hair, only learning to pay attention when they notice the large amount of hair you were losing on their trip. Humor – Hobbit Traits

- I Need an Adult – https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/168351827119/i-need-an-adult

Being made Thorin’s Chief Advisor and being mostly clueless about how to get the job done and somehow getting it right. Humor

- I Need an Adult Cont. - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/168354837344/i-need-an-adult-cont

- Dolls - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/170117622099/dolls

Creating dolls in the likeness of the Company for the two small children in your life. Humor – Reader + Baby sister

- Spice Rack - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/180761363819/spice-rack

An undistinguishable gift leads to some confusion on how to use it. Humor

- Dream Durin - It’s just a dream, yes, but then why are you crying? The distance between you and the Company is not unnoticed and they plan on rectifying the problem when they learn just why you’ve added a barrier between you. Hurt/Comfort – Sad Reader – Bad Dream

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/179356509114/dream-durin

- Stealing from Ravens – It is nothing to steal from Dwarves, their Ravens on the other hand, downright awe inspiring. Company/no pairing – humor

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/638713463994236928/newish-idea-gandalf-chooses-his-burglar-by

- Thunder – Thorin assigns a pony to the newest Company member who has always wanted one.

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/717278749373202432/thunder

- Rock Sheeple – A wild sheep is found in need. (Possibly Thorin centered.)

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/718765613371228160/rock-sheeple

- The Second – Thorin I or Thorin II. Existence of the first of the current King’s namesake is discovered too far gone into an error on the date of coronation placed upon hundreds of keepsakes for said event. But with Balin’s quick thinking and Bilbo’s belly the big day is seamless.

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/718848064557809664/oc-gradually-and-carefully-in-dwarf-runes

Fallen to ME

- Raining Dwarves - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/168347911269/raining-dwarves

Singing ‘It’s Raining Men’ to yourself, it eventually turns out to come true like a self fulfilling prophecy. Fallen to ME – Song - Humor

- Hopscotch – https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/169373612379/drawing-up-a-massive-course-for-hopscotch-in-one

Setting up a hopscotch course and the Dwarves make it out to be much more. Humor – Fallen to ME

- Santa’s Little Helper Idea - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/181356425874/santas-little-helper-idea

A request for help with the holidays brings your stocking full of coal to a certain King’s attention. Though xmas morning the coal is traded for far more valuable stones. Fallen to ME – baby siblings – xmas theme

- Risks and Complications – Contract for contract a trade is made in The Shire and a friendship with the newest member of the Company springs on new possibilities when the Elven Kingdom of Rivendell is discovered with a certain neighboring Elf King inside of it. Trading contracts – weird oc – company centered – no pairing

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/685952053538881536/risks-and-complications

- Bear Tracks – OC at the market finds a great set of boots to help with an impending prank. Pranks – No pairing

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/686855138011480064/bear-tracks

- Stay Or Go – Request – Reader is a FtM trans person who ends up in Middle Earth having to deal with the loss of their hormone shots. The Company after learning of their top surgery and needs help them to find a substitute for their transition. (An au where Hobbits/Dwarves can transition by means of special plants.)

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/707254005653520384/got-a-request-for-a-ftm-trans-reader-who-ends-up

Plus sized y/n - No Mister – Waking up in BagEnd Reader finds herself left tagging along with her new friend Bilbo to not be alone in this new world post dumping of a neglectful fiancé. Fallen to ME - y/n style – song – misunderstanding – Hurt/comfort – poisoned reader

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/615378937698205696/no-mister

Thorin/Dain centered - Piggy Banks – Ordered to give a gift to the visiting Dwarf King you work on a tried and true craft from your former life prior to landing in Middle Earth. One that has the kingdoms teetering on a declaration of war to sate a scalding insult to the boar loving King.

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/695094313031450624/piggy-banks

Ulmo Help Me – Thorin following a voice finds himself on the end of a freshly scrubbed pot when startling the female member of the Company. A coverup doomed to be outed ensues.

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/704010912148930560/ulmo-help-me

Trade Agreements – Both Thranduil and Dain agree to odd terms from one of Thorin’s Company within their new trade agreements concerning their lovable steeds. https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/700898079205998592/dain-for-his-own-contract-narrows-his-eyes-at-the

Coup – Helping the poisoned King get a break from his duties only brings on an odd set of benefits to your friendship and those with other Elf Lords who find themselves overwhelmed.

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/695096999515750400/coup

#No Pairing Masterlist

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seiwas · 5 months

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SELLY BELLY!!$ i miss u so much uwuwuwuw,,,,, how is ur post xmas day going?????,r u doing/did u do anything fun tday????

SELENEEEEEE my twin 🥺 i miss u tew 🥹 we r clingy eheuhehe

my post xmas day is chill!! just like the past few days have been 🥹 am celebrating alone this yr so it’s been kinda lonely ngl but i’ve been trying to see the good in it—which is being able to relax 😌

i’m in the gym today tho!! back to regular programming i suppose! and i have a sleepover tonight with my hs friends 🥹 baked some goodies this morning too!! wbu 🥺

#selene.🌔#ask #rep #mymegumi #u r so cute

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conjcosby · 5 months

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Stardate: 202312.20 ▫ This was a cracker of a post, ain't it? Hope this put the joy of the season in your belly. 😊🎄 #christmas #xmas #countdown #december #festive #season #yuletide #christmascountdown #xmascountdown #happy #happydecember #festiveseason #yuletideseason #christmas2023 #xmas2023 #december20 #december20th #5daystillchristmas #5daystilxmas #countingdowntochristmas #countingdowntoxmas #christmasmonth #xmasmonth #post #christmaspost #xmaspost #dailypost #postoftheday #potd #celebration

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dudemanauthor · 2 years

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Getting in to Character

Author's Note: This was seasonal when I originally posted it for Xmas 2017. For that Nondescript Winter Holiday, Ruby is given the responsibility of delivering presents to the students of Beacon Academy and she is fully committed to taking up the role of Jolly Redman, both in body and holiday spirit.

Ruby Rose was making what most people would call ‘a mistake’. Most people would definitely have considered the many packets of cookies that Ruby had just eaten excessive and would consider the sore round belly proof of that. For Ruby, that was just a sign that she needed more practice at overeating cookies. At least that was her explanation for the exasperated Weiss.

“And why is that something you need to practice?” Weiss asked, rolling her eyes.

“Ozpin and Professor Goodwitch made me the present deliverer for Nondescript Winter Holiday, so I gotta get in character. Do you know how many cookies Jolly Redman has to eat in one night? I gotta eat an entire school’s worth of holiday cookies,” Ruby exclaimed in surprising moment of clarity.

“Ruby, that is…” Weiss let out a sigh. “You know you don’t have to eat all the cookies, right?”

“If I don’t, who will? They’ll go all stale and stuff if they get left out all night and everyone will think that Jolly Redman didn’t show up,” Ruby explained. “Besides, I gotta get in shape if I wanna be Jolly Redman. If someone catches me, I gotta look like the real guy, not this twig,” she added, gesturing to her body as she lay in her bunk bed. The taut round belly was somewhat undermining her message, but it was very well contrasted by the rest of Ruby’s petite frame, especially with how snug her winter pyjama top was around it and how ready one of the buttons were to try and escape.

“Well, if you’re certain…” Weiss began.

“Oh, I totally am. Coco even gave me some stuff to make me really big really quick and she’s gonna give me some stuff to make me slim again afterwards. So, yeah, no need to worry about me being too big to be a Huntsman.”

“Fine. But you’re getting the bottom bunk. I don’t want you coming back from delivering presents and crushing me,” Weiss relented.

“Ugh, fine. I’ll move once my stomach stops hurting.”

Nondescript Winter Holiday’s Eve was soon upon Beacon Academy and Ruby was ready to be the best Jolly Redman Beacon had ever not seen. Being seen, however, certainly wouldn’t be the end of the world thanks to Ruby’s new physique. This thought was brought to Ruby’s mind by how stretched her Jolly Redman costume pants were, as they would probably have looked like they had been painted on to her expansive rear if not for the bunching above her wool-lined boots. The top was a tight fit, with the belt being more to keep her belly under cover than to make the coat fit. As Ruby waddled out of the dorm room, her thick thighs rubbing together, she also noticed both sides of her hips brushed against the door frame.

‘Heh, guess I might’ve overdone it,’ Ruby thought to herself as she adjusted her fake beard and red and white hat. ‘Oh man, am I even going to be able to walk after all the food tomorrow? Eh, that’s a future problem.’

Ruby collected her first sack of presents and made off towards the dorms for her first delivery run. Fortunately, with her speed semblance, her run was much quicker than anyone else in the school would have been able to do. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as quick as it used to be, back before she took on much larger and much rounder proportions. The couple of cookies and most of a glass of milk at each dorm room certainly didn’t help Ruby’s speed. The second and third runs got gradually slower and slower as Ruby got fuller and fuller. She was still so proud of herself for handling her cookies and milk so well, even if a small number of the rooms had left, of all horrible things, oat and raisin cookies and skim milk. Still, she soldiered on with her final delivery run. Her semblance enhanced sprint had been replaced with a waddle of impressive speed, but it had definitely slowed down from her breakneck speeds earlier in the night. The impending sore stomach, both from reaching capacity and from being constricted by the costume’s belt, was beginning to rear its inconvenient head as she reached her final delivery.

As the milk-and-cookie laden Ruby returned her delivery sacks she lumbered back towards her team’s dorm room with barely an hour to spare before sunrise. Her packed belly sloshed and bounced ahead of her, threatening to break free of her belted coat.

Soon, Ruby arrived, nearly out of breath, and quickly headed for the bathroom so that she could escape her confining costume and slip in to an almost equally confining set of pyjamas. Her winter pyjama shirt had well and truly given up on her, leading Ruby to wear it open over her summer pyjama tank top, which was only really useful for maintaining decency, as her belly, even when not packed with a school’s worth of cookies and milk, poured out below the hem of the top. Even the sleeves barely fit her, being skin-tight around her flabby biceps and appearing to be a hair-breadth from bursting open at all times. Her pyjama pants didn’t fit much better, as her belly hung over the tense elastic waistband and her thighs had begun working on small holes between the two, partly from slowly tearing seams and partly from even slower holes caused by friction. The skin-tight fit over her ballooned rear was another issue, but the pants still, by some miracle, fit enough for Ruby to not consider buying new pyjamas, even if it was at least partly stubbornness and partly optimism regarding her ability to fit it properly again relatively soon.

As Ruby filled her bed and drifted off into a food-coma induced slumber, her heart was lifted by the thoughts of her fellow students’ reactions to her work and the holiday cheer it would bring with it. A slightly more selfish side to her had to admit that the mountain of cookies of all type was also a major bonus to the night’s work, even if it would be a long road ahead of her to work it off.

#chubby!rwby #weight gain #stuffing

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pdalicedraws · 2 years

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Beach day!

Ages back I was talking with some folks on Discord about the idea of boss monsters being not just goats but a kind of lion/goat cross, and Thunder mentioned that that meant Asriel could have lil spots on his belly like lion cubs do and I loved that idea so much that I immediately wanted to draw this

It just… took a million years to finish haha

#deltarune #deltarune fanart #asriel dreemurr #kris dreemurr #rudy holiday #carol holiday #noelle holiday #dess holiday #asgore dreemurr #toriel dreemurr #why am I posting summer beach day art on Xmas eve? bc I finished it and don’t wanna wait #kris is peering at their own belly bc they’re self conscious about not having spots if that isn’t clear #also holy shit banshee was a huge help figuring out the composition for this THANK U BANSHEE #pd alice draws

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puckbunnies101 · 3 years

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So basically Paige did her pap walk with Armie Hammer mid Dec, he went to Caymans instead of going home with her for Xmas, she fought people online including his wife, did the podcast end of Dec & bragged how great he was & said how abusive & insecure Kappy was. Partied in Aspen/Mexico for NYE & vlogged about how wasted she was. Start of Jan women came forward about Armie. Paige hopped on that & suddenly becomes a victim & tries to erase her pro Armie past. Hires PR & sells her stories to trash tabloids. Moves to NYC, meanwhile Kappy upgrades to Hayden Hopkins non-influencer who might have fake boobs. All of Feb Paige still won’t shut up about Kappy & stages pap shots in NYC, still selling stories & Twitter fighting. Where’s Baloo - small NYC apartment when she wants pics, at parents when she wants to party. March she’s back in LA to revenge fuck old guy David, scream for attention & touch Logan Pauls arm. Post a pic of David grabbing her boobs then deleting. Posts pics showing bigger boobs. Did she get boobs because Hayden has boobs & to get Kappy back? We don’t know. Belly button or armpit? She continues to sell her clothes on Depop & abandon her Patreon. Videos still horrible. Congrats Paige you’re a world class dumbass.

Execellent summary! You did forget one minor detail, and I’m not sure I can remember it correctly. On Facebook (I think) when she went home for Xmas, she was looking for stables/horses for she and her boyfriend to ride...

Anyone remember that?

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hydrobes · 2 years

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Am a just post the first smut i wrote

Sub dottore getting rampaged into the bed with a 9inch dildo and his big juicy thick thighs shaking so hard and moaning so loud meanwhile reader just watches becoming more horny, dottore cumming so hard that there's a puddle of white gooey stuff in the king sized bed. Dottore and reader resting for three secons before darling (reader) started to fast and hardly rampaging his now abused hole and didn't give one single rest to his hole, cumming three times, speaking nonsense, telling darling to break him apart, fuck him so hard that he passes out

Darling does as told, fucking the life out of him making him pass out

The bed showered in his sweet cum and him having a cute little belly bulge, darling chuckling at the cute sight of her husband passed out in his cum. darling being taller and stronger than him picks him and takes him to the bathroom where a lavender smelling bath is ready just for him and darling

Darling putting alain (yes dottore's real name cause am tired of calling him dottore) in the bath and pressing his cute face into darling's big tatas (sorry flat chest besties 😭).

Alain waking up by this gasps at the sight

"Oh well which you look at that~, my cute little boyfriend finally woke up from his little nap~" darling spoke while alain blushes lightly "shut the fuck up" alain says while pressing his face down to darling's boobies

"Aww do you like my boobies that much?~"

Alain saying nothing and darling chuckles at this

This sucks ass

I can never be a good fanfic writer 😍☝️

-🕴️ anon

very obviously NSFWness below~

fuck me 🕴anon i’m about to head out on a xmas eve night out and this is going to live rent free in my mind all night i—

dottore BEGGING to be fuck silly is what i’m living for rn 💦💦 *wipes sweat from brow*

dottore would probably just cum there and then if his darling licked him clean after she made a mess of him, having made him come undone so many times. man just wants to please you so much he can’t control himself- it doesn’t matter if he’s fucked out of his mind, all he care about is his desire for you to bend and breed him good 🙏😩

this is my everything rn, it’s really good dw, there something really hot about unedited thrists - you can feel the writers desires absolutely i love it 👀💦

#Bes.NSFW #bes.replies #🕴.anony

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lazypetals · 2 years

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we're back at school bitches and i've been up to my walking all day and staying under my cal limit. let's fucking go. xmas break at home was just full of food and people and i wasn't weighing myself or bodychecking and yeah it was nice and i'm fortunate to have that, but in the back of my mind i felt like shit because i knew that i'd regret every bite of cannoli from that new bakery and eating sandwiches until my stomach felt like it was gonna explode and huge scoops of vanilla ice cream with extra chocolate chips (that i willingly added cause i'm fucking fat) once i got back to school and had more awareness of my body.

it sounds bad but it feels so good. i missed ed youtube. i missed weighing myself every hour and checking my waistline after every sip of water. bodychecking whenever i pee or just getting the urge to bodycheck and going to my mirror to life my shirt up. it's so comforting because i finally know i can do it. i plateaued so hard from 2020 to the first few months of 2021. i was like 160-165 for most of that time. then i got my shit together and it started working, and i finished off my semester and went home in the low 150s and i was so amped. but i went home for 4 months. and i went back to 163 JUST IN TIME TO GO ON MY FIRST SLEEPOVER COTTAGE TRIP AND TOOK PICTURES IN BIKINIS WITH MY FRIENDS THAT THEY ALL POSTED. and they're all so skinny and have those vertical belly buttons and honestly the pics weren't terrible but i look like an absolute blob but i wasn't gonna say that and stop them from posting because that would just make me stand out more. anyway september rolled around, i was back at school, then my grandma died, school was busy and i was just straight up not vibing.

but october -> december.......... im in love. december 2nd 2021. i saw the 140s for the first time since i was 15 years old. my lowest weight ever was around that time, beginning of 2017 when i was delivering newspapers every week and walking like crazy to high school and back. it was 138 pounds. if i could get back to something even close to that i would cry. december 2nd 2021 though was 149.8 pounds. and honestly? i was ecstatic. i bought a scale off facebook marketplace because i couldn't handle being away from the one i had at home and not knowing my weight. december 2nd i met that girl in front of a subway and i practically ran home i was so fucking excited. and to see my lowest weight in literally years, breaking below the 150s.... im still giddy.

I KNOW I CAN DO IT AGAIN. again, unfortunately winter break happened and i left home on jan 17th somewhere around 154 again. but that's okay. because i was 151.4 yesterday/last night and that's exactly where i was on november 27th 2021.

and actually i'm gonna weigh myself right now.

151.2!!!! AND I HAVENT EVEN POOPED IN 2 DAYS OR SLEPT YET IT'S LITERALLY 7:15 AM

im manifesting this for me. i have basically nothing to eat in my fridge or cupboard. the only food i really have rn is:

- assorted bag of oh henry/reese cups/cookies and creme

-cottage cheese

-carton of eggs

-3 cheesestrings

-a small sleeve of 8 crackers

-some cream cheese

-cans of 100cal chicken noodle soup

-some frozen broccoli

-frozen fries

-frozen fish

-hot chocolate powder (i deserve it fuck off)

-teaaaaa

-also some more frozen english muffins (160cal) and other dry pasta to be cooked, tuna cans, just other assorted low cal stuff that takes too much effort to make

it couldn't be easier. when i go in for my lab tomorrow i'm gonna get some cucumbers, cold cut slices (usually like 20-30cal per slice), and cherry tomatoes on the way home. those are my all time safe foods i'm telling you like 2 cold cut slices 2 baby cucumbers and im full for hours it's fucking magical.

wish me luck i cannot WAIT

(i just dont wanna lose all my ass though thats the only thing i have going for me) (it seems fine so far) (but id much prefer finally having skinny arms instead of my stupid thick meaty forearms and basically bingo wings over an ass any day)

peace

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