#this came to me in a daydream

[es-draws]

Cream

“Is this what you want?”

You tease her, dangling the plump chocolate eclair above her sugar-stained lips. She answers with a moan, her mouth parting in a gasp, her head tilting back in pleasure. You know by now that she won’t answer, that she can’t answer. She has no breath left to give. But she nods, every inch of her begging you not to stop.

“That’s right. You need it, don’t you?”

You lower the treat to her lips. She stretches to take in more, greedily filling her mouth with doughy pastry, urging you to give her all she can take. She moans again through the mass of cake, her cheeks filled to the brim. She chews through layer after layer of devilish delight, through creamy filling that bursts across her tongue, through frosting thick enough to make her eyes water, until she finally manages to swallow the mass of eclair in one momentous gulp.

The whir intensifies, and she lets out a low, shuddering moan.

“Such a good girl” you say. You grab another.

You hadn’t expected her to enjoy it this much. You hadn’t expected her to want it this much. After all, it was your idea – and your kink. But she had obediently stayed as you pushed her in her seat. She shivered with anticipation as the rope tightened around her wrists. She whispered “hurry” when you bound her ankles to the chair. She had gasped when you placed the toy between her legs. And she had eaten every last bite you gave her since.

“Mmm…” she purrs through a mouthful of pastry.

“That was the last one.”

The remote clicks in your hand, and the buzzing rises. Her thighs tense and her knees squirm as she lets out a squeal.

“You did so well, I’m proud of you.”

You pat her bare tummy at the apex of its bulge, admiring its fullness, pleased with its growth. You wonder how much more it would take to make her truly grow. To turn this chubby starter belly into the blissfully fat gut it was meant to be.

As she writhes in pleasure, her pleading eyes meet yours. And you hatch an idea.

In the fridge you find your mark. A pint of heavy cream. Unopened. Sixteen-hundred calories in all its pure, indulgent, fattening glory. Just waiting to be drunk.

You don’t even need to ask.

She’s waiting for it when you return, mouth already open, head already tilted back. She needs no encouragement, no instruction, no gentle push. In this moment, it’s all she ever wanted.

You tilt the bottle to her mouth. She wraps her insatiable lips around it, ready to take it all in. Her eyes close and she swallows a mouthful. Hundreds of calories are guzzled down to stretch her overfilled stomach. She swallows another. And then another.

You flick the remote, and the whirring between her legs reaches a fever pitch.

“Mmmmm…” 

She moans as she sucks down another gulp. A faint trickle of ivory white liquid spills from the corner of her mouth until fat droplets drip from her chin. She strains against her bonds, her back arching, her hips grinding against the seat. She does not stop.

A third of the bottle gone. A half. Three-quarters. With each second that passes, the box grows lighter, and her cries intensify. You know she’s close. You know she can’t take much more. You know she won’t stop now, she can’t stop now. Not until she finishes.

You run your hand over the curve of her tummy. She groans at your touch. You can feel how taut her skin is, how much her stomach has stretched. You’ve never seen her this big before. You run your hand in a circle around her girth, tracing your fingers from the bulge beneath her breasts down the crest of her middle. You encircle her wide navel teasingly before letting your hand come to rest, cradling the softness of her belly where it distends between her legs.

“Be a good girl and drink every last drop,” you ply. “Then you’ll get your reward.”

Your words send her tumbling over the edge. She guzzles down the final gulps, throes of ecstasy already washing over her, sucking greedily at the remaining drops before her mouth opens in a cry. She hangs there, back arched behind the perfect rounded curve of her belly, as she reaches her peak. She shudders and writhes in pure, utter climax for a blessed eternity. And then collapses. Falls back to a quivering, shuddering, shaking reality, in all her beautiful overfed glory.

“Such a good piggy,” you tease. Your hand returns to her bloated middle, already imagining the fat settling beneath your touch. “Can’t wait to see how much you’ll handle next.”

#this came to me in a daydream #and vice versa #anyway there's more art to come #like four more including animations #es-writes #es-draws

[eldritch-spouse]

Getting some comfort from your good pal Santi.

#Santi oc #pinnie's art #this came to me in a daydream

[strabius-berry]

MC: Would you still eat a cheeseburger if it was called a beesechurger?

Beel: A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

MC: You know Shakespeare?

Beel: What's that? I'm just quoting a meme.

#this came to me in a daydream #i say stuff #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #beelzebub obey me #beelzebub om #beelzebub x mc #mc x beelzebub #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me #fake incorrect quotes

[atsuchiii]

random toaru x honkai au wherein Misaka Mikoto somehow becomes the Herrscher of Thunder and Kiana becomes her mentor to help her control her powers and stuff

#this came to me in a daydream #i was thinking abt honkai then suddenly GASP herrscher of thunder mikoto #you guys. you guys can see the vision right? #probably not since toaru and honkai are both not that known #thinking about kiana becoming a mentor to mikoto and the other level 5s #omg and touma too #this is also #mikomisa #fukimei #those pairings are v important #toaru kagaku no railgun #toaru series #hi3 #honkai impact 3rd #kiana kaslana #misaka mikoto #hi3 x toaru #herrscher mikoto au

[tsukithida]

I am short but I am free

#this came to me in a daydream #funky little rambles #you’re welcome

[cherrycharai]

I lovvvee this little comic from Ryoko Kui 's Daydream Hours ♡. I would read a whole slice of life manga about Falin and Marcille's time together at the magic academy (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

#I had this exact interaction with a girl friend soon after I came out lol. I had always been self conscious about my rosacea #so my first concern when learning how to do my makeup was figuring out how to cover it up lol #anyway Falin is very Transgender™ to me #trans #ダンジョン飯 #Dungeon Meshi #Delicious in Dungeon #Daydream Hour #Ryoko Kui #九井諒子 #Falin #Marcille #Farcille #they are both so sweet ♡♡♡

[alexjcrowley]

Pacific Rim in 2023 + Italian posting should never meet ma Newton Geiszler avrebbe palesemente una maglietta con " 'sta rottura de cojoni dei fascisti"

#this came to me in a daydream #italian post #italian posting #newton geiszler #pacific rim #pacrim #ma come si spiega sta rottura de cojoni dei fascisti in inglese #It's like a new popular slogan born on the internet you find on bags and t-shirts #it sort of means those fucking fascistis but not exactly it's complicated #It's an anti-fascism slogan first of all #It's sort of 'that fascist bullshit' but it's untranslatable #how do you translate anger of left-wing millenials and gen z against the political movement that ruined and still ruins our country #it's complicated but I know Newton would have this t shirt or tote bag (yeah they do tote bags with it too) #this post is cursed

[cacaocheri]

sun's using his scary dog privileges

#im indulging let me INDULGE #i know stuff like this has been done before but man i wanted to draw smth quick and this was the first thing that came to mind #clingy sunnn #my art #sun fnaf #fnaf sun #charlie daydreamers #security breach #sun security breach #sundrop #sun x y/n

[hajimeseyo]

“Tell me something about yourself that not many people know.”

“What's this?” he asks, voice laced with amusement.

“Just answer me, ‘tsuya.” you grumble, head lolling over the side of the bed you're currently spread out on, peering at his upside down figure. “I'm bored.”

Mitsuya hums thoughtfully, pen tapping against the table absentmindedly. Both your homeworks lay abandoned on his table, you having already given up a long time ago and pestering him to do the same, despite his best efforts to stay focused and finish them.

“I have a dragon tattoo on the side of my head.” he says casually.

“WHAT?????” you leap up from your spread-eagle position to gape at him properly. His lips curl into an impish grin at your reaction, the sight sending butterflies flying through your stomach. You swat them away in favour of focusing on the more pressing matter at hand. 

“Yeah.” His hand comes up to tap at the right side of his head. “Right here.”

You scramble off the bed, nearly tripping over yourself as you rush to his side. “Whaaat the fuck. You're the last person I'd expect to ever have a tattoo.” you say as you pull up your chair next to him, plopping down on it.

He huffs in amusement. “I am in a gang, y'know.” 

“I know, but you're like, more well behaved compared to them.” You pause, peering at his face suspiciously. “...right?”

A mischievous smile is all you get in response.

Rolling your eyes, you turn your attention back to the side of his head, peering closely at the short lilac hair, trying to catch a glimpse of the tattoo. You can't see anything, though, due to all the hair fully covering it.

“Can I…?” you raise your hand hesitantly. He nods, grabbing your wrist and bringing it to where the tattoo supposedly lies, the warm touch sending sparks flying through your skin.

Carefully, your fingers gently part his hair to reveal the scalp below. The slight shiver as your fingers make contact with his head doesn't go unnoticed by you, although none of you say a word.

And there, under the lilac strands, you catch glimpses of furling strands of black ink, coiling and curling into something resembling—

“A dragon?” you murmur.

Mitsuya hums. “Mhm. I designed it myself. Cool, huh?” You can hear the pride in his voice.

You snort, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “I suppose.” Following the strands of ink, you trace down the side of his scalp, mesmerized by the intricate design. Despite your seemingly unimpressed response, you found the tattoo really beautiful, the art style unique and artistic, the way it curves along the side of Mitsuya's head so naturally you wouldn't be surprised if he said he was born with it. Lost in your concentration, you don't notice Mitsuya's slowly reddening cheeks, closing his eyes as his head subconsciously leans into your gentle touch.

The two of you stay like that for a while, in comfortable silence, him enjoying your ministrations, you too absorbed in admiring every detail of the tattoo to notice. 

Until you trace the final curl of the dragon's tail, the trail ending making you snap out of whatever trance you were in, face immediately flushing a deep red as you realized you probably spent way more time touching him than you should've. Your hand instantly jolts back from his head as if it touched hot iron. At the loss of your touch, Mitsuya's eyes slowly fluttered open, gazing lazily at you, the sight once again sending some weird, hot feeling shooting through you. Damn this man and his stupidly pretty face.

You clear your throat, trying to act natural. “Why have a tattoo when you can't even see it under all that hair, though?” 

That question catches him off guard, and he barks out a laugh. “There's a funny story behind it, actually.”

He goes on to tell you the story of how he got the tattoo, from meeting this boy called Draken, to playing games at the brothel, to deciding to become a delinquent and accidentally matching tattoos with Draken. Your jaw dropped more and more as the story progressed, mostly from how unexpected and wild the entire thing was.

“Damn.” you laugh when he finishes. “And here I thought you were this good, well-behaved child who got roped into the gang business by their friends. I mean, abandoning your sisters to graffiti a wall?” you shake your head in mock disapproval. “What a bad child you are.” 

His lips stretch into a sly grin, something dangerous glinting in his eyes. “Oh? Really, [name], you should've known by now.”

He leans forward until his lips are right by your ear, voice coming out in a teasing whisper.

“I can get quite naughty sometimes.” 

...

You're quite certain your face is in flames. 

You sit there, short-circuiting, as Mitsuya leans back into his chair, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Fumbling, you glance around desperately from something that will save you, and your eyes land on the abandoned exercise books on the table, the whole reason you were at Mitsuya's house in the first place. 

“Oh! Would you look at that! Our homework! That we still have to finish!” You pull your chair back to the other side of the table hurriedly and bury your face in the books, your homework suddenly being the most interesting thing in the world. You hear him chuckle, but he doesn't say anything, picking up his pen and continuing with his work. Your heart finally stops racing, and you think that you're safe until—

“[name]?”

“Hm?”

“I enjoyed that very much. Feel free to do it again if you want~”

“...”

This boy is going to be the death of you.

(part 2 here!)

#i was daydreaming in the car and this came to me and i HAD to write it down #and then it spiraled out of hand into this. #would u believe me if i said this was my first time writing fluff. like deadass. #the things mitsuya takashi does to me 😔 #what a man #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #my writing

[d3arapril]

eating abby’s pussy and she’s biting her fist and has her forearm pressed against her eyes to try keep quiet and focus on how good she feels bc she’s embarrassed about being loud.. when she’s close one hand finds your hair and the other pulls at the roots of her own as she starts heavy breathing, mouth open wide and her eyes start to roll back slightly, wrinkles forming on her forehead as she frowns and when she cums she’s all fuck, haaa-oh my god.. fuck… and won’t stop gasping and whining until u crawl up her body and give her a big fat kiss

#i need her so bad #this is so random it literally came to me in a maladaptive daydream #help me #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #tlou smut #my writing

[skunkes]

tarzan, tarzan

#i really shouldve used my monkeysona for this ! but id already drawn the smunker face #also wanted to add ''touch'' but didnt wanna further cut ken's leg off #a doodley #a discarded object... a discarded object... not a real human... not a real boy... #can you guess what song from the Drive soundtrack ive had on repeat? LOL #ive pinpointed whats wrong with me lately; im having another ''daydreaming is causing more harm than comfort because of how #painfully Not Real it is" moment. and without my daydreams im a husk and can barely make it through the day. oh well #my internet came back finally so i can leave you with dis #goodnight goodnight

[itsticklishme23]

What I Need

911! It’s an emergency! Here’s what I need STAT: to get all dressed up with a handsome man who has a deep craving to tickle me, wine and dine somewhere with my feet secretly in his lap under the table, talking about everything and nothing… then to be whisked off to a cute cabin with a cozy fire, be pampered and spoiled, massaged and cuddled… Afterwards, once I’m feeling all relaxed and cared for, then I’ll be his own personal little tickle toy all night.

That’s when he whips out the silk cuffs and traps me in all night on a comfy bed so I can just laugh and laugh, scream, beg and moan, and laugh even more, all because of his fingers/feathers/tongue/lips/whatever tools he surprises me with. I need someone who can play me like a piano and find out what music i make 🎶 someone who GETS it. Someone who knows exactly what it’s doing to me, and it does the same thing to you as a tickler. Someone who has an innate desire to find all the ticklish spots on my body…then exploit every. single. one. Someone who wants to sweetly, gently, ever so cruelly tickle me until I’m a babbling mess who can’t even form thoughts anymore. Someone who can expertly make me feel like I’m on tickle cloud 9 ☁️

When I’m tied up and tickled and gently teased, everything else in the world just allll melts away (while I’m melting into a puddle ahem). I love when a guy has that dominant energy, with a soft teasing side that just makes me absolutely turn to mush. Cooing in my ear with a honey-dripping voice, the occasional threatening reminder of how I’m absolutely trapped there with nowhere to go. That slight sadistic streak that perfectly compliments my fluffy masochist side. I love the gift of exchanging cheeky smiles and sharing joyous, contagious, uncontrollable laughter 🥰

#I… don’t know what came over me to spill this out from my soul #but here we are! hehe #i’m just a girl #and I’m probably going to deny ever saying this :) #if you read this no you didn’t #hello my unofficial official first real post back?? #when inspiration hits you gotta run with it LOL #okay all jokes aside I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it #and daydreaming #thank you for getting this far of my ridiculousness hehe #tickle thoughts #tickle community

[alexcutecolly]

Inspired from this among other things lol

#it came to me during a daydreaming moment lol #g/t vore #safe vore #soft vore #non-fatal vore #been a while since the last vore meme i made lol #also me and who 👀 #my memes

[s0ap-bubbles]

Shout out to mappa for giving one LESS reason to live by cancelling my gay ice skating movie

#i’m in mourning #I’ve only been waiting 4 years I can’t image how you og fans are taking this #12 year old me just burst into tears and fell to their knees #mappa count your days #corny asf but this show genuinely changed my life #I feel like this cancelation signifies me growing into adulthood #ok enough of that I’m gonna go daydream about the universe where this movie came out #yuri on ice #yoi #yuri katsuki #yuuri katsuki #viktor nikiforov #victor nikiforov #mappa #fuck mappa #I’m so sad rn you have no idea #this is basically a vent post at this point #OVER FUCKING ICE SKATERS

[manufactured-pleasantry]

Bruce and Clark are stargazing atop Wayne Manor despite Alfred's orders for Bruce to remain in bed. They're silent as they climb onto the roof and exchange smiles like schoolboys breaking curfew.

It's quiet up there. The city lights in the distance sparkle like the stars above them. Beauty surrounds them and Bruce finds some semblance of peace in this bubble they've made for themselves. He could feel the warmth of Clark's shoulder touching his and hear his slow breathing. It feels like it's just the two of them in the world. Bruce wonders if it's like that for Clark too or if the world was just constantly screaming at him, begging for his help. He wonders if Clark could only dream of peace in death.

"Do you think you could ever find peace in death?" Bruce asks instead. It sounds kinder.

Clark looks away from the starry sky and stares at Bruce instead. There's a soft smile on his face. Bruce thinks he'll rather gaze at that than the stars in the sky but Clark turns back to the stars and Bruce does too. They are stargazing after all.

"Sometimes I think about how I would like to die and it brings me peace. Is that weird?"

"No." Bruce does the same. He adds, "How would you like to die?"

In a blaze of glory, perhaps, saving the world from certain doom. It was a likely scenario and there was a level of satisfaction from saving people even with one's last breath. But the Clark he knows is always fighting for life, he would always try to survive. So... quietly, in old age, surrounded by all his loved ones. It is a very Clark-like scene to envision.

"I would like to perish amongst the stars. To freeze in the cold expanse of space or burn in the face of the sun. To return from whence I come from..." Clark laughs and rubs the back of his head. He's looking at Bruce again and there's a soft glow about him more radiant than the stars. "It's silly, isn't it? I've been to outer space many times without freezing or burning to death but, well, it's just something I've thought about."

"Don't be silly, Clark."

"What?" Clark almost looks hurt.

"You're a child of Earth. We've claimed you. What do you mean return from whence you come from?" Bruce grumbles. He tries to hide his face from Clark and looks to Gotham instead.

Clark laughs and it tickles something within Bruce. "Haven't you heard, Bruce? We're all made of space dust."

Bruce gains the courage to face Clark again and stops fighting against the twitching curve of his mouth. "I'll be sure to tell Dick to shatter our ashes in space after we die."

Clark's laughter grows in loudness. "What? You're not going to do it yourself? And our ashes would be shattered together?"

Bruce snorts. "Given how often we almost die together, I'd say it would be nigh impossible to cremate us separately."

"Yeah?" Clark's laugh softens into chuckles until they're so quiet Bruce has to lean in to hear them. He isn't the one to lean in. Clark is. "I wouldn't be opposed to being buried together either."

"That-" Bruce's breath hitches. He wonders if Clark could feel it. They were practically sharing it after all- "would be nice."

Clark closes the distance and Bruce thinks that this is peace too.

#superbat #clark kent #bruce wayne #stargazing #soft clark kent #soft bruce wayne #first kiss #friends to lovers #minific #drabble #one shot #fun fact: my ao3 name 'SolaceInSpace' came from me daydreaming about how peaceful it would be to quietly die in space #realistically it would be painful but the idea of it is oddly calming #kind of like sinking to the bottom of the ocean

[toffeecoco1]

I see vampire!Hua Cheng a lot and like. I get it. It makes sense. Aesthetically, it works. But that doesn't mean I agree.

The whole theme for vampires is taking. And for Xie Lian, Hua Cheng does nothing but give. Literally. Their spiritual energy transfers are kind of the opposite of how vampires work.

So instead, I raise you vampire!Xie Lian. He's a vampire who never drinks from humans, and would rather let himself starve. He exclusively drinks animal blood, even if it tastes bad, even if it's stale. He's terrified of hurting someone.

And he meets human Hua Cheng. And at some point they're in a situation™ together, and Xie Lian hasn't gotten his hands on animal blood in days. He's clearly not doing well. Hua Cheng knows he will protest, but he also can't see him like this. So, without saying a word, he draws a cut across his hand and holds it up to Xie Lian's lips.

#hualian #tgcf #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian headcanon #vampire!xie lian #heaven official's blessing #hc's entire relationship dynamic with xl is about GIVING and that is so important to me #this came to my mind bcos my flatmate briefly mentioned astarion and i just started daydreaming about vampires #anyway #obsessed with xie lian being like “no i won't hurt anyone. dont help me” #and hc being like “no. stop hurting yourself. i WILL help you”