and with fat baby rolls

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Inflation after a big belly stuffing [ Full video ]

This was my first time trying to inflate after a stuffing, I was way too confident. It was a lot tighter then I expected on my belly so I stopped after filming after a while. I decided to not continue and try it again a next time. I always have a of unused footage lying around which I’ll post on YouTube ( MariaPhilia ).

It’s not a lot but it’s still a way of saying thank you to all who have supported me over this year.


xxx

Maria

Requested imagine •12 Zach

Can you maybe sometime do an imagine where Zach is dating a plus size girl and whenever they have sex she lays down to look thinner but Zach ask her to ride him one day and she’s scared her fat rolls will repulse him and he’s really sweet about it then they have really hot sex ( if you’re uncomfortable writing this then you don’t have to)

You and Zach were in the middle of a make out session on his bed, you knew in the next 10 minutes it would lead to sex, getting paranoid you worried that he’d want you to ride him, he’d mentioned it before but you always made an excuse and instead he went on top.

“Hmm y/n I really need you” he mumbled kissing your neck, you reached up and removed his shirt as he chuckled a little knowing you needed him just as much, he removed your top too and you instinctively started to pull the covers up “baby it’s hot can we do it without the covers?” He asked gazing at you and you nodded, he caressed your body and began kissing your breasts.

Soon enough you were both naked, you decided that because he’s so tall he probably couldn’t see all of the rolls of fat you possessed. “Ugh baby you’re so gorgeous, can you sit on me?” He asked groaning as you tickled his erection, you knew this was about to happen, you hesitated and he sat up “you okay?” He asked and you nodded “um I’m not so sure about going on top” you mumbled looking down, “but baby you’re so beautiful I just wanna see you all while we do it” he whined and you finally gave in “okay but not for long, I need to get used to it” you replied and he nodded “of course, if you wanna get off just say so” he soothed as you climbed onto him and eased yourself on top of his erection.

You felt amazing seeing the pleasure in his face as you slowly moved back and forth “um zach it’s not a good idea if I bounce, is it okay if I just go slow?” You asked and he smiled at you “baby you do whatever you feel comfortable with, you’re already making me feel so good just by sitting there letting me look at you” he winked making you giggle.

You began moving more and he was getting more and more worked up, as were you, he massaged your breasts. Soon enough he couldn’t control himself “baby you’re amazing, I need to fuck you” he groaned looking at you with lust in his eyes, you got off him and lay down, instantly feeling better as he lined himself up and slammed into you, he went hard and fast being more dominant than he’s ever been, although still managing to make you feel like a princess, he kissed every inch of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he groaned loudly as you let him in deeper, it was the most intense sex you and Zach had experienced, you were getting close to the end and you knew zach was too, you tensed your pelvic muscles making yourself tighter for him and no more than a second later he was at his high, you hit yours at the same time and you rode them out together.

Zach collapsed beside you panting as you wiped sweat off you “I fucking love you y/n”. I’d riding Zach made him that turned on maybe you’d consider doing it. Ore often.

Hope this was okay! I’m not really into writing detailed smut but I did my best!

okay once again “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone” is not an apology and does not take responsibility for the toxic things you do that have a negative affect on others. and sure, yeah, getting of this site is probably good for you or whatever but you nee to fucking know that the issue here that you need to work on? is not to “stop caring what people on the internet think about” you, but to listen when you are given genuine criticism and told that what you are doing is wrong and toxic and actually look at your actions and change your behavior to become a better person. that’s what growing it, not to stop caring what people on the internet think.

and that “bad taste” that you’ve left in people’s mouths is not some mysterious reaction with an unknown source, it’s you, being a liar and manipulating people and spreading hate and negativity and sure, you can throw this back at me and say all ive done tonight is spread hate about you and you know what? sure. you’re right. tonight i have said a lot of negative things on this blog but look back at the history of my blog and compare it to yours. i don’t thrive on drama i’m not doing this and saying these things because i enjoy the negativity that’s coming from it i’m doing it because i’m sick of your bullshit. ive had enough and i want to give people the chance to be spared of it because you don’t seem to be capable of change.

and going and saying things like people “feel like this is the only way to react to me” is BULLSHIT and you know it. how many times HOW MANY TIMES did i come to you and try to just talk to you about issues we were having how many times did i tell you “hey this isn’t cool and doing this hurts people” because in the six months that we were friends IVE LOST COUNT so don’t go off and say this is coming out of nowhere. it’s not. it’s long over due and i’m just sad that it took me so long to see that so many of my friends were right about you. this is not “the only way to react” to you it’s the only way that you might LISTEN and consider that you have SERIOUSLY hurt people.

and you know what i don’t even know if you’ll see this because a) you have me blocked and b) supposedly you’re staying off for a while but i hope you do see this. because i need you to really REALLY understand that this is not coming out of nowhere. this is not illogical slander or hate this is many MANY people grown tired of your actions and your unwillingness to take responsibility for them like the grown-as 22 year old ADULT that you are.

and for the record? agreeing and saying that a fucking INFANT baby looks overweight and you’re “concerned” for her health? when she’s a perfectly normal chubby baby with healthy fat rolls? fucking disgusting. You should be ashamed of that.

anonymous asked:

little chubster alex likes being naked all the time bc lexa's always shirtless at home and she wants to be like lexa so bad

Alex sees Lexa leaning against the kitchen entry one morning in her calvins and sports bra all muscled and goddess like and she looks so cool as she drinks her protein shake so the next morning Alex isn’t in bed and clexa like BOLT downstairs and the little shit is leaning against the wall w her diaper and her baby fat rolls and she sips on her chocolate milk and that’s when Lexa is like,,,, I need to be a good role model omg

That Last Minute Present Tho

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, or just an all around Hope-You’re-Having-A-Good-Day to you all, religion and beliefs besides! I want you all to know on this cold December night that I love you all and wish I could have mailed myself to all your houses so I could be there under your tree, or just in your living room in general. And eat all your food. I am a beast of perpetual indulgence, what can I say? 

Ling and I felt bad that we’ve both been so swamped this holiday season, so I’m pulling through at roughly 10:31 PM Pacific time to give you all a late as hell gift.

Enjoy!

Here are some of my favorite headcanons I have for each of the Overwatch babs. BEWARE. This post is huge. I apologize. 

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thoughtsappear  asked:

you're good at headcanons. I want hcs for baby yuri.

  • When Yuri was born, he was very quiet. His initial cry was as piercing and commanding as could expected, but after that he was really very quiet.
  • No one talks about Yuri’s grandmother, but I HC her as being alive when Yuri was born but very sick and passing on shortly after. Still, she met her only grandson, wrapping his pink little body in the blanket she had sewn for him, his full name embroidered in.
  • Okay can we just talk about how sweet and soft Yuri would have been as a baby?? That lil tuft of fluffy blonde hair at the top of his head and his eyes slowly turning from blue to green. 
  • YURI! HAD! CHUBBY! BABY! ARMS AND LEGS! ROLLS!! he was a fat baby though I’m thinking like 8-9 lbs. He lost a lot of weight as a toddler and young child because he was always running around.
  • He would cry and fuss every time his mother or Nikolai would leave the room. 
  • When he began to crawl he got into everything! Nikolai had to put locks on everything because if not, the contents of the cabinets would be sprawled out across the kitchen floor and the books in his office would be pulled off the shelf, one by one. 
  • Yuri slept with the blanket his grandmother had made for him until he was 13. 
  • He was so curious! As all only children know, hours could be spent conducting “experiments” and creating imaginary worlds that we would carry, alone, throughout days and months. In those early days before school, Yuri spent most of his time alone. His only friends were the one he invented. 
  • Nikolai would bring Yuri along to run errands, watching him dance as well as he could strapped in his carseat as he sang along to the radio. 
  • I have a few words everyone needs to think about: tiger suits. 
  • Imagine Yuri’s first trip to the zoo (I’m sobbing)
Drabble: Philosophy

I had the urge to write a drabble about Frank Adler dealing with his baby niece. Because there are spoilers for anyone who hasn’t seen the movie yet, the whole thing is under a keep reading.

Title: Philosophy
Characters: Frank Adler, Mary Adler
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a

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The baby suddenly started sleeping/eating more Friday night. She fell asleep at 9 and around 11 I stayed up thinking she would be up any minute and fell asleep on the couch. She woke me up at 2:30 squaking but didn’t actually get up til 3. 6 solid hours. And she’s done it every night since. One middle of the night chug fest and then an early morning feeding and she sometimes goes back to sleep and sometimes is up for the day. The trick is making myself go to bed early too. We’re starting to get into an awake/nap schedule during the day as well, though every time I think that it changes. Anyway, never been more excited for 4 and 6 hours of sleep at a time. Makes a huge difference. It’s only been 5 days and I don’t want to jinx it but I think we have passed the every two hour wake up shenanagins. She’ll be two months old this week and suddenly looks huge though she’s just filling out newborn clothes. She’s starting to get those chunky baby fat rolls on her legs and they’re the cutest.


The girls were placed with me two years ago today. It’s pretty crazy how much has changed in two years. They have grown so much and made so much progress. It still amazes me I get to be their mom.

erika-sanely  asked:

IF you're still taking fic prompts, I don't think there can every be enough hot single dad Derek fics, with him and Stiles meeting because Derek's kid thinks Stiles is awesome.

Stiles is awesome, okay? He’s the most amazingest, most awesomest thing to happen to this town since the birth of Lydia Martin.

Derek blinks dumbly at his daughter, crouched down in front of her so that they’re at eyelevel. “Who?

Rachel goes from condescending to exasperated in three seconds flat. Derek doesn’t have much experience with five-year-old’s outside of his own, but he’s pretty sure his kid is uniquely skilled at emoting with only her eyebrows. It’s ridiculously cute, but not very helpful right now.

Stiles,” Rachel says, like Derek is an absolute idiot. Derek can’t wait for her teenage years. Really.

“Yeah, Baby, I got that part. You may have mentioned him once or twice.” Or, you know, approximately five thousand times since this Stiles person started working at KinderCare a week ago. At this rate, declarations of Stiles’ awesomeness are about to eclipse belting out the chorus of “Let It Go” as Derek’s number one reason to start buying earplugs in bulk. “But I don’t think I know any Lydia’s.”

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The Boy in 15D

falls in line
with the other Marines,
these brothers in name
if not yet deed, these
fresh-faced recruits with
sweat prisming in the
pithy bristle of their
new buzz cuts.

When he leans forward
to tell the boy in 14C about his
girlfriend’s inner thighs,
his baby fat belly—
that roll, where his years-ago
mother would bury her face—
folds over the waistband
of his best blue jeans.

He is bragging about last night.
How his girlfriend met him
in the hotel parking lot and
in the front seat of her car,
parted her pretty legs. He
forgets to say that afterwards
she cradled his head while he wept.

The boys are all oorah and bravado.
They talk rifles and training,
women and hazing, trying
on the language of
country like an ill-fitting uniform,
convinced it is something
they will grow into.

As they drift, one by one
to sleep, their necks craned
at impossible angles, their breath
wetly whistles the tunes
their mothers first
fell in love to.

—Brenda Taulbee

Oh, my darling Clementine

A promptfrom the lovely Starswirling: If you’re still taking prompts, can we have a story about how Sherlock sees Molly with Baby Watson and it stirs up some feelings?

John crossed his arms and glared up at the Consulting Babysitter. ‘Those are my conditions. No Molly, no baby.’

Sherlock huffed and pouted. ‘I’m a perfectly capable adult…’

John snorted.

‘…who is perfectly capable of taking care of a six-month-old baby for an afternoon.’

‘Even if that were true, which it isn’t,’ John retorted with raised eyebrows. ‘Molly has the experience and know-how of a nanny. Humour me and let Molly supervise. If she determines you don’t need assistance, then we’ll talk.’

Grumbling, Sherlock conceded just as a timid knock sounded from below.

He didn’t need Molly to supervise. He wasn’t the child. He’d prove to John he was every bit as capable at handling baby Claire as Molly.

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Michael and you would honestly end up having the cutest chubbiest baby who had rolls upon rolls of soft pudgy baby skin and tiny fat hands and feeties and gosh was Michael not just so in love with yours and his little creation…he’d be so proud to see his son finish his entire bottle in the space of ten minutes while resting sleepily in his arms in the mancave, or whenever his round body would learn how to roll over on his play rug and showcase a happy gummy grin towards his daddy. and michael would get totally slated for giving his son the weirdest nicknames and being too infaturated with sparkly eyes to be punk rock anymore, but he would swap nothing in the world for the giggles he’d get once he came home yelling ‘where’s my baby sunshine?’ or ‘how is my little pudding man today?’ while pretendng to eat up his fat lil cheeks

Tayvin Baby Blurb

“Watch her,” Taylor warned, wading away from Adam. She pushed herself up out of the pool, biceps flexing as she pulled herself out, kicking her legs for an added push. She snatched a towel hanging from the back of a chair and wrapped it around her waist, water streaming down her legs. “Don’t let our baby drown, babe,” she trailed, quite cavalierly.

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How to Hold a Torch 14

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Epilogue

The Great Hall was teeming with people. It had taken a week for Astrid to recover from her cold, which had actually taken a turn for the worse from her time standing in the windy cold as Snotlout gave Berk a show. Hiccup had not minded sleeping on the floor. Though he’d outgrown his shark pillow, Toothless was always ready to offer a wing and a warm flank. It had been a rough week, but sleeping in the open until The Edge had been completed had prepared him for much worse.

Hiccup was dressed to the nines, and carrying a torch above his head, trying to look taller when he really just wanted to shrink into the floor boards. Astrid had been whisked away from their comfortable nest of the last few days and now he was waiting for her in the Hall.

For the handsal.

The handsal.

His handsal.

His heart did another leap into his throat and he swallowed with difficulty. It still didn’t feel real. Just last week he was pining and wondering if he should just try to hold her hand and hope she didn’t break his fingers one by one. Now they were announcing in front of the whole tribe that they would get married.

The doors opened, and the Hofferson women trooped in, also dressed in bronze and silver broaches with beads in their woolen tunics.  They walked up the hall, and a large white puff of skins and fur walked between them. It took Hiccup a full minute to realise that the puffy white fur cloud was Astrid, frog marched up to the dais beside him.

He had a moment to panic. Had she changed her mind, gotten cold feet? Was that why she was surrounded on all sides by her relatives and practically smothered in furs? He looked to her mother and aunts for a reply, but all he got were stoic, mildly annoyed expressions.

Then Astrid raised her head from the ground and looked at him. Her face was red, even her nose was rosy and flushed. Her eyes were shiny, and she gave him the dopiest of grins ever.

‘Hello handsome,’ she said, her voice mildly slurry. Her brows gave a half-attempt at a wiggle before they practically got tangled.

His dad began talking, his booming voice easily drowning any noise and engaging the crowd in another speech filled with jokes and cheering. Quickly, Hiccup stepped forward slightly when it looked like Astrid was about to stumble forward.

'What on earth…’ he muttered, looking at Hild in alarm. Sigrid gave a grumble and Hiccup helped hold Astrid up as well as he could while he kept the torch aloft with his other hand.

'She had a coughing fit right after we got her dressed in her tunic,’ Sigrid mumbled from the side of her mouth. 'I may have given her … a little too much of that thing you brought, with the herbs.’

Hiccup gaped at her. 'That was wine!’ he hissed at her.

'Yeah, strong stuff,’ Hild joined in. Gerta behind them snorted. 'I felt dizzy giving it a sniff, and we made her drink a whole mug of it. Half an hour later we were still trying to get her into her leggings.’

'AR-’ he cleared his throat and smiled weakly at his dad, who turned around questioningly. He tried to convey panic and pleas for help in all the languages he knew through his eyes, but his dad merely glared at the interruption and turned to go on. The crowd was lapping it up good and proper. 'Are you telling me,’ he said, turning to look at the three women, hissing with more urgency, 'that Astrid’s come to our handsal half naked and rip-roaring drunk?’

Sigrid and Hild shrugged at him simultaneously. Gerta started bouncing with suppressed laughter.

'Wouldn’t be the first time in our family,’ Gerta muttered between snorts.

'Yeah, great-gramma Berta came in her undies,’ Hild added helpfully. 'Technically Astrid has too, though at least she has the tunic on, and the furs hide ever’thing. I remember gramma used to say her ma just showed up in the hall from deep water fishing, dripping wet and in her delicates. Shook his hand and went right back to it.’

'Oh aye, and did you remember cousin Holfasta? Turned her handsal into an arm wrestling match. That man wasn’t good for her, he wasn’t. His dick was half the size of a diseased carrot. Good thing she called it off after she broke his arm.’

'Aye; though Frimalda got luckier. At least her handsal went well enough after the dragon raid interrupted it, but they had to do it in the infirmary since his ear’d been chewed off.’

Hiccup was beginning to feel sick.

'Just mad 'im 'andsomer, she said.’

'Shows what she knows.’

'Mine’s handsome,’ Astrid joined in, a little giggly, a little hazily; NOT too quietly. Stoick’s voice faltered slightly, and suddenly he seemed to sense that not all was right with the group of people behind him.

Astrid sighed and put her head on his shoulder, and suddenly his heart was trying to leap out of his chest. They were in the Great Hall in front of everyone, and Astrid just smiled at him lazily as if they were still in his room and he was feeding her some broth. The smell of alcohol was faint, long gone from her hasty drink of his coughing brew, but its effects on her were clear enough.

'Verre` handsome,’ she muttered. Despite himself, Hiccup felt his chest swell and his cheeks go hot. He really was terribly easy to bolster when it came to her. 'Red’s your colour alright.’ She winked. He blushed harder, and she grinned at him, trying to wiggle her eyebrows again; only one complied.

His dad was calling up the selected witness up onto the dais. Gobber was one of them, and he was bawling like a baby, big fat tears rolling into his mustache as Mulch pat his back in consolation, and the smith wailed about his lad, all grown up. Hiccup would have been mortified if his arm wasn’t killing him, and Astrid wasn’t wobbling slightly.

The witnesses signed the necessary document (and Gobber cried all over them), and Hiccup’s arm began to tremble, but he held the torch up as high as he could as his dad burned a metal seal against it, then pressed the smoking shape into the vellum, putting their family’s crest under the signatures. All the witnesses did the same, and then finally his dad held out his hand. Hiccup passed on the torch, a very, very, very grumpy Snotlout stepping - stumbling - up to take it when his dad shoved him forward.

Hiccup muttered the oath to care and protect, and then started sweating when he realised that Astrid needed to say her piece, and she was just smiling at him loopily and snickering under her breath.

He realised suddenly that between her fever and her medicines, Astrid had been half-dazed all week. He almost smacked his face; for their first date, he’d kidnapped her on dragon back. For their handsal, he was making vows to a poorly drunk woman. He was turning out to be a proper Viking after all.

Gerta slapped her bottom. Astrid eeped - much to the entertainment of the crowd - and quickly muttered her part of the oath before pouting at her exaggeratedly. Exchanging a glance with his dad, Stoick was quite obviously sweating, having finally realised that all was not OK with his son’s promised - Promised! - and was at last cottoning on to the fact that perhaps he should hurry the shindig up.

To that effect Goethi tottered up, muttered a few words, threw some herbs and some liquid at them (was that blood?!) and then his father beamed.

'Right! The union of our families is confirmed!’ Stoick finally boomed turning around and waving his arms in the air happily. The people in the Hall cheered so loudly they drowned out the noise of their own individual voices, until someone called loudly enough for the kegs to be opened, and then it was a rush to the mead and beer and cider. The Hofferson women took the occasion to grab Astrid and make a run for it. Hiccup followed.

'Let’s get you to bed,’ Sigrid said, and since Snotlout hadn’t even finished the window yet, they made a bee-line for the Haddock hall. The night was cold, a north wind picking up strength the lower the sun got, and Hiccup wished he still had his torch as the light waned. Toothless trotted up, and the dragon obligingly lit up another one before they hastily followed the departing women. He was glad they were going to his house; at least Astrid wouldn’t be out in the wind too long as it was close.

The three woman and a ball of fur burst into his house, and when he stepped in on a scene of fast bustle. A woman was stoking the fire one minute and fetching the kettle the next, while one took Astrid upstairs and the other began loading laundry  - eeep, his too! - into a wicker basket and replacing it with clean clothes she was somehow bringing out form under her tunic. Then Gerta came down the stairs and grabbed HIM but the ruff of his tunic, leaving a confused Toothless behind who was recruited by Hild to go fill up bucket for some tea. Hiccup shrugged at him helplessly, and Toothless’ eyes fell together with his ear flaps in a clear look of 'we’ll talk about this later’.

Great. He was being manhandled and he was going to get whacked by his dragon for it. He had all the luck.

'I have all the luck,’ he muttered a few minutes later in complete awe as Gerta finished bundling him into his bed with Astrid, who was already conked out and half thrown on his chest, still swaddled in furs, her tunic and her underwear.

'Ye keep yer hands to yerself tonight, lad,’ came Gerta’s stern warning, and Hiccup was careful to put said hands on Astrid’s shoulders, where she could see them, and nod solemnly. She gave a satisfied nod.

'Good lad. Now sleep.’ She paused for a moment to look at him, then stooped to caress his hair. 'I will murder you if you repeat this, though it would make Astrid cry. But I’ve always wanted to have a boy child. And I’ve always hoped he’d be like ye. So now yer my family anyway.’ Hiccup smiled up at her, surprised and very pleased. She smiled back, serious and happy. 'Ye need someone skinned, ye come to me.’ Hiccup’s skin broke in a cold sweat at how casually she said it and he nodded frantically. 'Good lad. Sleep tight.’

She turned and went out of the room, Toothless jumping to cling to the wall to get out of her way as he climbed up. The dragon growled at her after she’d passed, slapping the door shut with his tail (and getting a slight glare because Astrid was asleep) and the grumbling and chittering under his breath as he made his way to the bed, giving them a perfunctory sniff before buggering off to flame up his stone slab and curl up into a tight ball of affront. Obviously, the night fury had not taken kindly to having his home invaded by three very bossy viking ladies.

Hiccup, on the other hand, drifted off with a smile. He certainly was very happy to have his bed and room invaded by one very bossy viking lady.

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The last chapter! There is a tiny epilogue after this - I am put it up tomorrow! And please come squee with me on the lovely fanart that @oh-no-its-anny made for me (I am still confusing the International Space Station with their high readings on anomalous sound waves because of this. The Squeeing is strong in this one).

Schadenfreude//Yandere 4: 1/?

Tadashi knew the day Hiro was born that it was his job to protect his little brother. But what is the line between protection and destruction? If he was being honest with himself, it didn’t matter. He’d kill for Hiro. Quite literally.
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Warnings: idk, man. hiro and tadashi are a little gross? yep.

gonna keep this short so i can get it up quick!

haha never mind i didn’t get it up in time

thanks for all the likes/reblogs/being awesome! i don’t deserve you lot

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The phone rang around 12:45 in the afternoon that day, during the lunch crowd.

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