I Need This In My Life :)

NSFW - House Hubby

Imagine your pathetic needy house husband who was crying when you left him to go to work. He is such a sweetheart but he’s so very clingy and pathetic. He quite literally yearns for you when you're at work. Waiting and counting the seconds when you’d get home. When you finally get home he’s smothering you with hugs and kisses. He’s all over you.. Tell him he’s a good boy after all he cleaned the whole house, made you dinner and looked after the pets/kids. He’s such a good husband which is why you reward with the best pegging of his life. He’s gripping the sheets so tightly while whines and groans escape his pretty lips. Tears in his eyes as you praise him for taking your strap so well. After you're done with he’s so tired and he has the most blissful expression on his face. You just love him so much and he loves you as well.

He may be silent but he'll still fight

i should really go back to drawing pokepastas

comment or reblog with a tag to suggest sum quick warm up drawings

This is the self-shiping side of this blog.. [Yes selfshipping oh the horror /j /lh]

This is where I just post about me and my f/o's whether it be queerplatonic or platonic.

Marvel:

Yelena Belova x Rose

Wii Deleted You:

Eteled Self-Shipping Art

Ice skating with your penguin hybrid lover.

CW: None

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Ice skating with your penguin hybrid lover can be either really fun and enjoyable or very embarrassing. When you’re first starting out he very much teases you in a playful manner. Like if you don't have good balance he will tease you and call you names like clumsy, stumblebum, awkward, etc.

He is very much an expert on the ice and will give you tips on how to loosen up and glide elegantly on the ice just like him. If you do end up falling on the ice. [Like me 😭] He will rush to your aid. His little snowflake just got hurt. He immediately checks for injuries only for you to tell him that you’re fine. He tries to check if you're putting on a front so you don’t look bad but when he sees you're genuinely fine he relaxes. He’s still kinda worried so he skates alongside you. It kinda feels like a mother hen looking over her baby chick.

The little chicks follow after the two of you happily sliding on the ice. Some of them are on their bellies, some are on their feet. But they happily greet you and your lover as they skate on by. The other female penguins also give good tips while passing by much to your boyfriend's dismay. He wanted to be the one to teach you, not someone else but you reassured him that you do not want to fall on your butt again. He begrudgingly accepts the help from the other female penguins.

Once you finally get the hang of it without needing his help you two start trying to do poses and without even knowing you two won a couples contest. The two of you then proceeded to start a random snowball fight with the little penguin babies. Which resulted in the kids winning cause it was 4 against two which then turned into a 6 v 2. The two of you end the day at home curled up on the couch with hot chocolate and some soft christmas music.

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Merry Christmas!!🎄🎁 [And happy holidays to people who don’t celebrate! 🎉]

he can’t think straight. His bones are like goo, his body a mind of its own.

miguel’s shaking away the mist from his mind, which continues to cloud his judgment.

his hair, which is slick with sweat, drips onto his forehead, and onto his naked and gleaming pecks. It’s more ragged than how it’s usually styled.

each harsh thrust of his hips continues to bounce the loose curls, in tandem with the clap and recoil of your plump ass.

“fuck, tesoro.” the sight alone made the man behind you groan loudly, causing him to grip at your hips harder.

leaning down towards your backside, Miguel shoved his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet, tangy scent.

he continued to batter his way inside your fleshy, gummy walls. Almost as if trying to get his thick cock to impliment its shape into your quivering hole.

“miguel…” whimpering, you gripped at the sheets under you, pushing your hips back to meet with his thrusts to get him to hit deeper inside.

biting down on your neck, Miguel groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. His eyes almost rolling to the back of his head just from it.

he began to speed up his thrusting, planting his feet onto the bed and slamming his hips onto your ass harder.

pulling back to move his hair out of his face, Miguel looked down to see where you both were connected, letting out a slight whimper at the sight of your fat pussy lips gripping at his dick. not wanting to let go of him.

“mierda. I’m not letting you go until you’re full of my seed, ¿entiendes?” He doesn’t even let you answer, because he’s already going back to wrapping his lips around your neck and grabbing at plump body. His hands snake around your large tits and wide waist to keep you in place.

even if you’d repeatedly asked for a break, if your legs shook from your orgasms, if you blacked out; this man wouldn’t let you go. At least, not until you’d squirted a few times and had lost the ability to walk the next day.

(miguel would definitely have a plus sized lover. It’s just in our Mexican nature!)

WHAOOOOOOOOO!!

Great Job Austria!!! 🇦🇹

Eurovision Winner 🥇

REMADE my headcanon Mike design cuz he was way too skinny in the original lol

All parts mashed into one, I just want them all have a normal life together....

Blake x reader where it’s literally just them cuddling and he gets self-conscious since he lost his two limbs and reader says they still love him and kiss all over his face to make him feel loved. My boi needs love sobssss

"Are..you sure you're okay with this?"

"Of course, Blake. Why wouldn't I be?"

"..well, it’s just...never mind." As Blake sighed, he rested his head on your chest, hopelessly attempting to wrap his arm around you. But then he quickly remembered it wasn't there anymore; in its place was a stump that ended just after his shoulder.

Meanwhile, you had both of your arms wrapped completely around him, and while it made him feel secure...he felt guilty that he couldn’t hug you the same way. Not like he used to. You didn’t mind it, but he was still upset over it.

Of course, the frequent phantom pains didn’t help matters either. He'd get them in both of his missing limbs from time to time, which usually ended in panic.

Today they were particularly bad, so you were both cuddling together, with them eventually going away. He ditched his prosthetics so you weren’t feeling cold plastic or metal against your skin.

Despite you reassuring him it was fine, he decided to leave them off, valuing your comfort over his own.

Though staring at his stumped arm made him feel rather insecure...and had him thinking...

Even so, he wishes he listened to all of the signs to turn back.

He still didn’t understand why you’d stay with him, even after proving to you that he was an idiot who nearly got himself frozen to death.

You never berated him for going up to Mt. Silver without telling you..or said he “deserved” any of this (despite what his constant nightmares claimed).

But no.

He didn’t and this is what happened to him.

If only he told himself “becoming champion is enough”, then he wouldn’t have ended up like this. He wouldn’t feel like a huge burden on you; he wouldn’t feel like the most abnormal person in all of Johto.

In public, he’d notice the younger trainers and little kids who once admired him now staring and whispering things as he walked by.

None of them would talk to him like they used to...and he wondered if it’s because of what he looked like now. Surely it had to be strange to see someone missing a leg and arm--especially the champion himself.

You, on the other hand, haven’t stopped loving him one bit. You never treated him any differently. In fact, you recently scolded a few snobby brats who joked about him being a “normal/steel-type” because of his prosthetics, crushing their puny Pokémon in battle when the taunts have gone too far and insulted your relationship with him.

Not even Silver was as mean as they were.

Even though he pretended to be fine afterwards, their words still hurt like hell, and Blake hasn't stopped thinking about them since.

You shouldn't have to fight people because of him.

Tears started to well up in his eyes as he began to overthink everything, and he silently cursed himself for letting this happen. For letting his mind get off track.

Maybe they were right. You deserved better than him.

You deserved someone "normal".

This was supposed to be helping him calm down.

Yet, once again, he ruined things for himself and you.

The whimper that escaped his lips didn't go unnoticed by you, making you stop petting his hair and frowning. "Blake? What’s wrong, honey?” You softly spoke, worried that he was feeling those pains again.

"Wh-Why...why bother trying anymore?"

"Trying..what?"

"...to l-love me even though I did this to myself.." Despite his attempts to stifle his sobs, they came out anyways, tears slipping down his cheeks as he finally broke down. "Y-You could have anyone you want..why stay with this...th-this limbless freak?”

To hear him say that shattered your heart.

"Blake, you are not a freak." You hugged him closely, rubbing the back of his head as he cried quietly into your shirt. His good hand clutched desperately at it. “I don’t wanna hear you say that again. You think I’d love you any less because of what happened? Because of what a few stupid kids said?”

“..I-I..I don’t know. I just..I feel bad..because I’m not the Champion y-you fell in love with anymore-”

“That’s not who I fell in love with. I love the kind, funny, and selfless Blake Gold who cares for his Pokémon and never gives up on his dreams.” You corrected him, gently resting a hand on his stumped arm. “If you think this changes any of that, you’re wrong.”

He quieted down a little, sniffling as he looked to see where your hand was, and then his gaze went back to you, astonished. "Do you...mean that?”

Nodding, you smiled and rubbed his arm in comfort. “I mean every word. Let me prove it.” You then moved your hand underneath his chin, drawing him closer so you could kiss every square inch of his face.

He immediately blushed at your actions, but happy tears soon replaced his sad ones, knowing you truly did wanna stick by him. And that your love was still strong--perhaps even stronger than before now.

Part of him felt ashamed for ever doubting you and crying over the possibility you only dated him because of his fame, fearing you’d abandon him when he fell apart.

But no. You were here to stay for the long run.

You pulled away to look at each other for a few moments, and you could see Blake’s own smile returning. “I see you’re convinced now.”

“Yeah..I..I’m sorry..”

“For what?”

“For just..being an idiot, as usual.” He lightly joked. “I shouldn’t let this crap get to my head. I know you’ll always love me, I...I just...I guess I just needed to hear you say that.” Then he closed his eyes and snuggled back against you, burying his face into your chest.

“Of course,” you chuckled softly, petting his hair once more. “I’d do anything for my lovable idiot boyfriend.”

He just huffed, but said nothing more as his good arm squeezed you tightly.

Arceus only knows how badly he needed to hear your words.