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[amphib0e]

. • toad or m. 25 panromantic;demisexual genderfluid (they/he/she)

alleged music connoisseur ; loves a good tragic romance

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18+ blog; MDNI

irregular writing schedule

will write for: akotsk/game of thrones/hotd, the pitt, animal kingdom, dalgliesh, and most of bertie carvel/sam spruell’s works if i know it

[amphib0e]

body worship w/ chubby robby <3

author’s note: jumping on the chubby robby bandwagon because i love me a man that can eat and look good filled out 😩

cw: mild nsfw content, subby robby, chubby robby, kinda dom reader, fem reader, please let me at this man holy god

robby had been gaining weight recently- his pants fitting tighter around his waist, his chest becoming softer under the forest of hair that rested there. and you couldn’t have been any happier.

you were so excited that he was filling out, it meant he was eating, he was healthy, he was doing better. most of this was your doing, extra portions shoved onto his plate at dinner time, distracting him in the morning from joining jack at the gym, and of course- stress snacking.

(he always says he’s gonna stop snacking but oh no you just restocked the pantry with his favorite snack cakes and chips whatever shall he do~)

now he laid on his back in his california king, bare back against the plush pillows, you perched up against his softness, hands caressing his sides that spilled over his now tight fitting sleep pants.

“look at you, so handsome, mikey. and all mine.”

he whimpered as your hands moved to card through the hair on his chest, back arching against your touch, pupils blown wide. he could feel your bare pussy sliding against his stomach, coarse hair sat flat with the sticky residue of your arousal, his chest heaving with each breath as his cock pressed harshly against the cotton fabric, a large dark spot leaked through where the head pressed against his thigh.

the bite of the lace soft pink babydoll nightie brushing against the trail that was left behind, the dual sensation sending shocks straight to his brain and his cock.

“so handsome. all full, your tummy all soft, your thighs plump, and your ass too, i love it.”

robby’s hips bucked up at the praise, his head thrown to the side, his eyes shut and face flushed all the way down to his chest- a pretty dark red that accentuated the dark purple marks that littered down his neck.

“ah ah, eyes on me, pretty boy. don’t hide, wanna see you.”

your fingers hooked under his chin, gently bringing his head back to face you, his big brown eyes glazed over as they bore into yours, his lips swollen from either your kisses or from biting down on them.

he wasn’t used to being taken care of, especially from his recent weight gain, but now, he doesn’t think he could get enough of your sweet words, plus the way your body reacted to his sent his mind reeling into euphoric bliss.

© amphib0e 2026

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[servingfairydust]

How I see myself:

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[und3rthe-ancientoak]

How I see myself (also how the inside of my brain looks).

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[deadonyouraccount]

How I See Myself

I’m a deeply unserious person who does weirdly serious things like: social work, converting to catholicism, and staying sober. Probably smoking cigs too idk lung cancer era later

Thanks for the tag! I tried to make it aesthetic LMFAOOO

Tags: @faelinda @amphib0e @exalt10ra @ghostlybfgf @through-the-looking--glass @samthegreenapologist @sugarpoppss2

[amphib0e]

how i see myself..

i like red what can i say? i dont take a lot of things seriously (i actually do gulp) im kinda just around- i write when i feel up to it because ive been burnt out lately, i read, im a romantic at heart, and i make a few dark jokes eh 🫩

no pressure tags: @ghostlybfgf @exalt10ra @alexjacobsgoodnight @sconniebelle and anyone that wants to join!!

[amphib0e]

logging in and seeing so much content getting posted for more shawn characters i’m feeling spoiled omg..

dw i got some things cooking trust trust

[amphib0e]

wtfwtfwtfwtfwtf

im drooling wtf

peepaw omg

peepaw(s)!

i’m not gonna shut up about these looks wtf

[amphib0e]

BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST A WALL

he looks SO GOOD in the blue!!!

[amphib0e]

wtfwtfwtfwtfwtf

im drooling wtf

peepaw omg

peepaw(s)!

i’m not gonna shut up about these looks wtf

[kosmogrl]

september was practice… in october I’m getting my shit together

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in november I'm getting my shit together

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in december I’m getting my shit together

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in february I’m getting my shit together

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in march I’m getting my shit together

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in april I’m getting my shit together

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in may I’m getting my shit together

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in june I’m getting my shit together

[emmrichvolkaryn]

DALGLIESH Shroud for a Nightingale, Part 1

[deceasedcardinal]

[amphib0e]

‘getting stuck somewhere inconvenient’ and your bf comes to find you…

aka.. a collection of quick drabbles by yours truly

mdni! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

a/n: don’t even ask how i came up with this- i blacked out at work and this popped in my head the other day.. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYYYY

cw: mild nsfw content (mostly on titus’s part), pope and titus are their own warnings mind you, the old ‘i got stuck’ trick yet it still works, lowkey self indulgent but y’all didnt see that…titus has a daddy kink so..

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jack abbot would come home to find his sweetheart of a girlfriend (who was ages younger than him- not that the two cared, they were past that insecurity of their relationship) had someone gotten herself stuck inside the kitchen cabinet.

your torso was just a bit too wide for the width of the cabinet, but your stubbornness pushed you to try to fix the leaky kitchen sink yourself. now- getting under the sink was no issue, fixing the leak again, no issue. it was getting out of the cabinet that was the issue. with your back arched against the curve of the cabinet, you were able to maneuver your hand into the pocket of your shorts, fishing your phone out and immediately dialing jack’s number. he picked up after the first ring.

“hey sweetheart, what’s up?”

“i’m stuck..”

“you’re…you’re what?”

“under the sink..wanted to fix the leak for you..i may have underestimated the width of your cabinets..”

“alright just..just hang tight okay? i’ll be home in 5.”

“okay jackie, be safe getting home, love you.”

“i love you too sweetheart, i’ll see you soon.”

you huffed out an irritated sigh, mad at yourself and your ‘i can do it myself’ attitude for getting you in this position to begin with. luckily, jack was off today, just out getting breakfast after his early morning yoga, so he was just a short drive away from the house.

not even 5 minutes later, you heard the front door open and shut, the sound of off balance footsteps making their way towards the kitchen before the sound of suppressed laughter met your ears.

“yeah go ahead, laugh it up.”

your hands motioned to your current situation, jack’s hoarse chuckles getting a bit louder as he shook his head, setting the brown paper bag down on the counter before he went and stood above you, taking in the way your sleep shorts had ridden up your thighs, the underside of your tank too clad breasts peaking out from underneath the top of the cabinet. he bit his lip out of habit, crossing his arms over his chest before leaning down, just barely catching your line of sight.

“sweetheart, i told you i’d fix the leak. it wasn’t even that bad.”

“no, it wasn’t, but if you waited too long then it would’ve gotten worse.”

“i know, and i appreciate that you fixed it for me, saves me from the back pain- plus seeing your current position, i know i wouldn’t fit through that cabinet.”

“so… ya gonna help me out or not?”

“in a bit, i’m just admiring the view..”

“JACK!”

adrew ‘pope’ cody came back to smurf’s because you hadn’t answered your phone in a while, but your location remained in the same position every time he checked. he had cleared every room twice over and still came up empty handed. that was until he heard clanging and sounds of frustration coming from the laundry area.

he peaked his head around the corner, hand gripping where his gun was located tucked into the back of his pants before his shoulders slumped in relief.

you were in quite the pickle, the string on your pullover hoodie had somehow lodged itself underneath one of the shelves that sat in the dryer, so now for the past 30 minutes you’d been stuck bent over, sweaty, and severely irritated. you continued (struggled) to get the hoodie string out, just about ready to pull the jacket off and walk inside in just a bra and shorts, that was until you felt familiar rough hands caress your hips from where you were bent over.

“andy? honey that you?”

“mhm…what’re you doin’, sweetheart?”

“well i was trying to fix a loose bolt smurf mentioned last time she dried clothes, but i ended up getting stuck..ironic huh?”

andrew hummed in agreement, running his hands along the exposed skin of your waist from where your hoodie had ridden up, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. you could feel his hips slowly rock against your ass, his welcoming heat creeping up your back as he moved down to rest his forehead in between your shoulder blades, placing a kiss right in between them as his hands crept up slowly to caress your bra clad chest.

“andrew, we’re outside, ‘nd i’m stuck-“

“more like positioned just right, but agree to disagree.”

“andrew! please help me outta here and then we can do whatever you want.”

“whatever i want is right in front of me, princess. plus smurf and the guys are out for the next few hours..c’mon, i’ll be quick, promise..”

“…fine..but if we get caught, so help me, i won’t come over for a month!”

“we both know that’s a lie, plus you love when i make house calls..”

titus danforth has a heavy trunk box at the foot of your shared bed, where he hides all of your toys, ropes, and anything he deems ‘unworthy’ because who are you to seek pleasure in anything that isn’t himself.

yet, here you were, sat on your knees, lock set to the side after you had clipped the key from his key chain early in the morning when he was in the shower- having hid it under the mattress before running off to join him under the hot water. now, you were waist deep in the overly large trunk, sifting through toys, lubricants, and ropes galore, one arm bracing the lid to keep it open while the other moved around the mess you were making, in search of the recently purchased rose toy he promptly confiscated from you after catching you mid use with it once- that day he denied you your release until almost 3 am the next day, when he proceeded to tie your hands to the headboard and eat you out like a man starved.

“and what do you think you’re doing, kid?”

a shriek followed by the thud of the lid making contact with your back echoed through the trunk, a soft groan muffled by the padding of the inside.

“TITUS!? when did you get back?!”

“not long ago, though i must say, i’m disappointed in you kiddo. going behind daddy’s back to get into your play chest?”

the sound of him tutting his tongue against his teeth reached your ears as you heard shuffling behind you, feeling the sleek touch of his suede shoes push your feet away from each other, spreading your pajama short clad bottom to his will.

his hand landed strategically against the globe of your ass, a loud groan of pain bouncing out of the crack that was left from where you were stuck, preening your ass up against his hand as it rubbed against where he had just landed the fatal blow.

“naughty, that’s what you are, kiddo. shouldn’t even be treating you all sweet with how i caught you.”

“please daddy, just wanted to play with my toys, ‘s all i wanted to do cause you were gonna be busy all day.”

“my plans changed, babydoll, maybe if you checked your phone you would’ve seen my message telling you that. now daddy’s gotta be a big meanie to you to teach you a lesson.”

oh boy, you were in for a long, hard, night.

author’s note: a lot of this was self indulgent but i could care less- I HOPE Y’ALL ENJOY ITTT!!!!

© amphib0e 2026

𝓃𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉/𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀

[buccalfatluvr]

IM NOT CELEBRATING UR WEIGHT LOSS! bitch i wanted to fuck u when u was fat 😒

[willgrahamscock]

how it feels to get ignored in a group chat

[anxietyproblem]

[sunny-draws-things]

GUYS PIRATING IS BAD.

DO NOT PIRATE ANYTHING. NOT SHOWS/MOVIES. NOT GAMES OR SAFER GAMES. AND CERTAINLY NOT BOOKS. AND DO NOT DOWNLOAD YOUTUBE VIDEOS. AND NEVER EVER EVER WATCH MUSICALS WITHOUT GOING TO THEM AND DONT USE ADBLOCKERS/OTHER ADBLOCKER TO AVOID ADS AND VIRUSES PIRATING IS VERY HARMFUL TO THE CORPORATIONS WHO WORKS VERY HARD TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF PEOPLE AND THEIR MONEY. ANYONE WHO PIRATES IS BAD. BAD PIRATING. EVIL. OH AND THIS

[pollen]

happy Barely Keeping It Together Wednesday to all who celebrate

[kosmogrl]

everything going downhill but at least there’s still phone in bed time am I right.. ahah am I right

[ellewantsrevenge]

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