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little-pup-pip · 3 days
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Hii I would like to request a pastel, masc/gender neutral, animal crossing board with no paci n 5-8 age :3
Here you go!!
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997 · 3 days
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this legit healed me
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dragonflavoredcake · 3 days
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Tango: We're going to drink Zed's magic thinking juice until we figure out what to do. Xisuma: Zed's magic thinking juice? Tango: Death Wish coffee mixed with whiskey. Xisuma: That would explain the time you nailed a grand piano to the ceiling. Zedaph: Did it or did it not fit in the room that way, Mister Complainy?
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gabessquishytum · 2 days
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[CW weight] Hob picks up his long time crush Dream. He doesn't even know how he managed it, but one's for certain - he's way out of his league. Dream is drop dead gorgeous and Hob believes he's... not. So, in order to match up to Dream, Hob starts exercising, dieting, doing everything in order to get that "perfect figure", even plans some plastic surgery when he saves up for it. Dream, who doesn't care about looks, at first thinks that Hob was always like this and Dream just didn't notice. But then one day, long down the line, he finds out he's the reason why Hob became all muscle and a little unhealthy. Since they already live kinkily, Dream decides that the best solution is to tie Hob up and force feed him all the meals that he usually denies himself with a sad face because it would "make him fat". At first, Hob protests, but Dream tells him he's not getting out of that chair until he's softer around the edges. Dream doesn't want to date a model, he just wants Hob, and Hob had been comfortable in his own body his whole life until he started dating Dream, so he's gonna go back to that, Dream will make sure of it. Hob's protests die down as soon as Dream stuffs his mouth with a spoon of ice cream. Two months later, Hob is no longer a fitness freak and he's back to being comfortable in his own body. He's also beginning to realise that he's quite handsome.
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This is both sexy and emotional. Just the way I like it!!!! I'm just imagining Hob all tied up with Dream hand feeding him. And he's thinking "oh god oh no i CANNOT have a kink about this and yet somehow be horribly insecure about it, what the fuck!!!" But also he just knows deep down that the kink and also just the pure LOVE radiating from Dream will ultimately overcome the insecurity.
After that night there's weeks of Dream touching and rubbing Hob’s tummy, kissing him in front of the mirror every morning, gently suggesting that maybe a lie-in together would be nice? Instead of another early morning at the gym? Apart from the (super hot) feeding sessions, Dream isn't forcing Hob into a lifestyle change. He's just nudging him in the right direction.
And the truth is that Hob is happy to be nudged. He doesn't like the gym, he doesn't like stupid 5k runs every week, and he does like cake and ice cream and cuddling with Dream. With a few weeks of proper eating without calorie counting, he's even nicer to cuddle than he was before. Dream curls up against him like a happy cat more than ever, basking in the extra warmth.
Apparently Dream has been hiding a proper feeder persona since he's been with Hob. His gentle goading and encouragement is so sexy, and he obviously takes huge pleasure in seeing Hob eat well for him. He gets this smug look on his face whenever he's managed to put another few inches on Hob’s waist. But he's not just complimenting Hob’s new soft bits, of course. He makes him for all the things that he's always loved: Hob’s nose, his beautiful chin, his stunning eyes.
Hob comes to a place where he's happy in his body, because it's the body that Dream loves. He can't fathom the idea of changing things about himself, now. Why would he want to be anyone other than the man who sits with Dream in his lap, being doted on and fed delicious food? He is - finally - happy. And he's got the soft belly to prove it.
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forevermyqueen · 2 days
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my chronic illness is like:
*eats normal/healthy portions throughout the day eaten by rest of family* *engages in two usually manageable activities of moderate spoons* *is nauseous and too exhausted to sit up by 7:30 pm* *loses vision and passes out* *eats literally a half teaspoon of straight table salt and two servings of cheese puffs* *is fine*
and then doctors have the audacity to tell me to “eat healthier” (meaning more fruits/veggies and less carbs/fat/sodium)
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zorosdimples · 12 hours
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Can I have a Nanami or Higuruma "cheer up" moment please? Or both? 😭💞🪿🪿
yes, of course!
kento—ever the comforter—keeps the ingredients for your favorite meal on hand for these exact moments. he gives you the necessary space to be upset and parse through your emotions while he whips up something he knows will melt your stress and put a smile on your face!
hiromi is analytical—it comes with the territory of being an attorney. in his mind, the best way to pull you out of a funk is to distract you. his solution: your favorite board (or card) game. it’s even better if you can channel your frustration into a competitive edge! by the time the game is over, you’ve long forgotten your worries.
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deathberi · 1 month
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ヾ(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)ノ ₊˚ʚ ₊˚✧ ゚.
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goobersplat · 3 months
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Food Stamp Stickers
Sorry, hunted for the original but couldn’t track it down, Pinterest source :(
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rawrsatthetree · 10 days
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I think one of Astarion’s ways of showing that he cares is making sure Tav is fully fed at all times.
Before he’s willing to admit his feeling for them, he tells himself that if they’re well fed that’s more blood they can feed him or they can’t protect him if they’re starving.
At meals he’ll push past everyone to make sure Tav gets plenty of food before anyone else.
He’ll sneak extra snacks into their pack.
He pays attention to what they like and makes sure to take it from the camp supplies and hides it in his tent. He also makes sure to look for it while they’re out exploring as well.
Living things need proper nutrients, so he always makes sure Tav gets the fruits and vegetables they find over anyone else.
If there’s a meat they particularly like he’ll be sure to hunt it and bring the bloodless corpse back to camp.
He’s the first to notice if they loose any weight or to spot any signs of hunger. He hates how it makes his gut twist with worry.
The threat of starvation always feels just around the corner, he needs to make sure they eat as much as they can while they still can.
And if this causes them to gain weight all the better! He loves the physical reminder they’re well fed and how they feel softer and warmer in his arms.
He never wants Tav to feel hunger like he has.
This is something that doesn’t change if he ascends. His Consort will always have to best blood and wine available, they’ll never feel the pains of vampiric hunger. What would be the point of all that power if he couldn’t even satisfy his favorite’s needs even if he has to force feed them.
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autistic-af · 1 year
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"Why are safe foods so often junk food or prepackaged foods?"
Because of consistency. Raw foods or freshly made foods run the risk of being off: undercooked, overcooked, mushy, too crunchy etc.
That box of chicken nuggets hasn't changed in two decades.
Just ask any autistic how they feel if the company suddenly changes the ingredients.
It's safe because it's not going to surprise us as much as raw foods.
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kellyscabin · 4 months
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3 year cake!! 🫶🫶
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little-pup-pip · 2 days
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uhh could you do a masc shiba moodboard wif a paci, but like not an "adult paci" a baby one? an like toddler age.. pretty pease
Definitely!!
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@silly-puppyboy
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Growing up, food is always a bit of a sore spot for Eddie. Of course, Wayne does his best to make sure that Eddie never goes to bed with an empty stomach, but growing boys need lots of fuel. And while there always is food, there often isn’t much food. But it’s fine, Eddie knows Wayne is trying so hard, picking up all the extra shifts he can. Eddie would never hold it against his uncle, he knows how much Wayne already frets. And even though Eddie’s stomach growls every now and then, he learns to ignore it. Learns how not to be hungry.
While other kids experiment what herbs might go best with pasta sauce and how to caramelize sugar without burning it, Eddie tries to find out how to water down soup and stretch stew for days. Figures out how to make rice with beans still taste good on day five. Hunts down coupons and keeps an eye out for discounts so they can have hot dogs on the fourth of july and candy on Halloween. Food is never really pleasure or indulgence. Only something neither he nor Wayne try to worry about. Some days it’s easier than others.
It’s not really until after the upside down, after he has been discharged from the hospital and off the murder accusations, not until Steve that food becomes more than just another annoyingly human need. Thanks to the government hush money and Eddie picking up a mechanic jobat the local garage they don’t need to worry about food anymore. 
But it’s still just means to an end, there is no luxuriating in it, no big cravings, Eddie still cuts out coupons. Steve offers them to host Hellfire at his house and Eddie offers to buy snacks. It’s the least he can do if Steve is letting them into his mansion. But Steve declines, says he’ll take care of it. And he does. 
When Eddie and the rest of Hellfire show up the dining room table (Steve has a dining room Jesus H. Christ) is filled with all kinds of snacks. It’s everyone’s favorite kinds of snack. And not the store brand knock off snacks, no, it’s the real fancy shit. Or well as fancy as pringles and mountain dew can be. But it doesn’t stop there. 
Once the game is over, the kids help clean up, but none of them rush to get their shoes back on or slip into their jackets. Instead, they pile into the kitchen, dragging Eddie and the older kids of Hellfire with them where Steve is already handing them steaming plates of lasagna. 
“You running a soup kitchen, Harrington?” Eddie can’t help but tease as a  plate is pressed into his hands. 
There is a blush creeping over Steve’s face and Eddie instantly regrets his comment. It’s just the snacks, the dinner, it kinda makes him feel inadequate, like he was bad at hosting Hellfire because he never brought snacks let alone dinner.
It takes Eddie a while to understand that Steve doesn’t do it to show off, but simply because he enjoys cooking. He always provides snacks when they are at his house, be it Hellfire, movie night, or pool parties. There is always home cooked food and often even homemade dessert too. The day he bakes a bunch of lemon meringue cookies is a horrible day because those cookies are to die or fall madly in love for and Eddie can feel his stomach swoop. He ignores it like he has ignored all his cravings over the years. And it works for a while.
Until one golden autumn afternoon when Eddie is early and the kids are still at school. Eddie offers to drive around the block a couple of times, but Steve just laughs, tells Eddie not to be stupid. He leads Eddie into the kitchen and motions for him to sit on the counter.  Talks about how he likes company while cooking. The radio in the corner of the kitchen blares pop music loudly and Steve turns it down, no need for it to longer fill the oppressive silence. Eddie hops on the counter, dangles his legs and watches Steve cook. It’s so obviousthat he loves doing it. The way he hums quietly, sautees onions and garlic, stirs in herbs and spices, tastes his sauce, frowns and adds more salt. It’s horribly endearing and cute and dangerous and Eddie can’t tell if his stomach is growling or filled with butterflies. 
“Have you always loved cooking?” he asks, desperate to keep his thoughts from spiraling. Steve laughs again in response and the sound kicks up another storm in Eddie’s stomach. 
“God no,” Steve says and stirs his sauce. “I couldn’t cook for the longest time. Lived off tv dinners and take out for some years.” 
The soft smile of his lips faints slightly. Eddie knows what a bitter taste loneliness can leave in your mouth. Knows that while Steve never had to worry about food, he also never had someone to share it with. 
“Found some cookbooks inthe attic a few years back,” Steve continues. “Tired out some recipes, asked Claudia and Mrs. Wheeler for advice when I couldn’t get something right and well here we are.” 
“Here we are,” Eddie echoes, unable to tear his eyes away from Steve. He looks gorgeous in the golden afternoon light, a dorky apron that says Kiss the cook on it and god how Eddie would like to oblige that order. Steve catches him staring, but doesn’t call him out on it. The corner of his mouth twitches up as he dips a wooden spoon into the sauce, holds a hand under it and turns to Eddie.
“Taste this for me?” he asks, stepping closer, until he is bracketed by Eddie’s thighs. Eddie can just swallow and nod, not sure how to cope with Steve being this close. Steve lifts the spoon until wood touches Eddie’s lips. He parts them hesitantly, lets Steve push the spoon into his mouth, licks the sauce off it. All while looking in the gold honey and caramel of Steve’s eyes. Eddie wonders if Steve's lips would taste of spun sugar too. 
“It’s good,” he rasps once Steve has lowered the spoon. 
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah.”
Steve smiles and god if smiles had a taste, Steve’s would be Eddie’s favorite flavor. The kind of flavor that would teach Eddie indulgence. The same way Steve indulges in his cooking, lets all the time and care he puts in his food speak for how much he loves the people he prepares food for. Because for Steve food is more than just sustenance. It's love. 
Steve goes back to the stove, stirs some more and begins humming again. Eddie continues to watch him. And for the first time in years, Eddie allows himself to be hungry. 
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kingkonoha · 4 months
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I’m goin’ for it Tay, I’m goin’ ALL IN!!! I has… requesto for you 👀👀👀 (of course take your time bby, I’ll wait for as long as needed!! ❤️)
I’m feeling devious, I’m feeling naughty, I’m feeling like a real BRAT TONIGHT! 😈 Could I perhaps order a Gojo oneshot where he has been looking forward to trying a new limited dessert from a favorite café/bakery… and we go ahead without him to get a taste first 🤭 Our fate is in your hands, Tay. How does Gojo react to our terrible betrayal? 👀
(Lemme know if you need anything else for this!)
Lots of lovies!! 😘❤️
- Le Skittle
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𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 — SATORU GOJO.
♡ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Gojo didn’t get a chance to taste the dessert, so he decides to taste you instead.
♡ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 18+ ONLY || MDNI — smut, oral (fem! receiving), & fem! reader.
♡ — 𝐰𝐜: 680
♡ — 𝐚/𝐧: thank you for the request! who needs dessert when you have gojo, honestly?
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He saw the empty box and discarded bag in the garbage can.
Satoru Gojo was simply throwing away a napkin when he caught a glimpse of the tiny familiar label peeking out from underneath a white plastic bag, poorly hidden.
He immediately recognized that label. It belonged to his favorite dessert shop. It was a cozy little restaurant about half a mile from your house, and often, you and Satoru would go there together and try a different sweet treat each time.
Lately, he had been going on and on about wanting to try their newest customizable crepes, but due to his time-demanding career, weeks had gone by since the shop launched the French sweet-or-savory cuisine, and it was no longer new.
And, within the next day or two, the limited menu item was set to disappear.
So, you decided to go to the shop on your own and buy a crepe, stuffed with strawberries, Nutella, whipped cream, and topped with powdered sugar.
Satoru stepped into your bedroom, his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe.
“Baby?” He frowned, looking at you as you relaxed on your bed, watching T.V. without a care in the world. “You tried the crepes without me?”
“Yeah,” you paused the binge-worthy Netflix show. “You’re always so busy nowadays, and I wasn’t gonna miss out on it.”
Satoru sat on the edge of your bed, facing you.
“Can’t believe you’d betray me like this,” he said dramatically, but yet, with a small grin. “I’m just gonna have to find something else to eat, then.”
Wrapping his large hand around your ankle, Satoru suddenly pulled you further down the bed.
Then, he reached up and started to pull down your pants.
“I’m sure I taste better than the crepes,” you teased. “I don’t know, though. The crepes were pretty good. They gave me extra toppings as well.”
Glaring at you, Satoru yanked off your underwear, and he spread your legs.
He knew that you missed him whenever he was away, and he couldn’t exactly blame you for going to the dessert shop without him, but he intended to make up for it.
As well as take out his frustration on your pretty pussy, because, either way, he still felt betrayed.
“You’re such a brat, you know that?” Satoru lowered his head in between your thighs, his warm breath patting against your folds.
“No, you’re a-”
Your words were interrupted by a sudden, unexpected moan, which fell from your lips once Satoru suddenly started to eat you out.
He licked your clit as he kept his ocean-blue eyes on you.
“Satoru,” you whined, squirming around as he ate you out like a starving man.
Satoru reached up, grabbing ahold of your hips as he held you still.
“Stop squirming,” he said, pulling away from your clit for just a moment before he dived right back in.
He sucked at your little button once again.
And — god, you were absolutely correct. Your sweet cunt undoubtedly tasted better than everything in that dessert shop.
Satoru couldn’t help but moan as he made out with your clit. Rapidly licking at it with his tongue, before sucking on it once again, he could tell that you were close.
“Cum in my mouth,” he ordered, then continued to lick your clit.
Suddenly, two of his long fingers entered your tight, wet hole, and he curled them as he pumped them in and out of you at a quick pace.
And, with that, you came all over his tongue with a shout of his name.
“Oh my god, Satoru!” Your legs trembled around his head as he licked up your delicious mess.
When Satoru pulled away as you tried to catch your breath, he ran his large hands up and down your soft thighs.
“I bought you a crepe too,” you grinned up at your boyfriend. “It’s sitting on the counter.”
“You’re something else,” Satoru chucked a bit.
The white-haired man then got off of the bed, eagerly making his way back into the kitchen where a white box was waiting for him.
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♡ — 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!
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reunitedinterlude · 15 days
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demands (2024 / 2016 / 2015)
bonus (2017):
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