And yes it is becoming spamcest at this rate lol XD
actually there were two things that made me come to this realization, one, I watched the movie She's the Man and got insane amounts of gender euphoria, and two, I saw this fanart on Pinterest of human Spamton:
And I thought "THAT'S ME, THAT'S HOW I WANT TO LIVE, THATS HOW I WANT TO BE PERCEIVED"
SO the first image is very obviously inspired by the Pinterest screenshot, and the second one is I drew it over top of a picture of myself <$$$
I've been trying to see if this haircut actually is possible to achieve in real life but so far I haven't found anything resembling it :( but I won't give up hope!
DUDE jsvsjshjs your art is so cute!!! <$$$$ with the round glasses too!!!! spam-coded spam right there
also :3c the human spam's haircut reminds me of a wolfcut (with the bangs slicked back, because of course it's spammy we're talking about XD), idk if it looks like what you had in mind? :] (/genq)
all these were found on searching "wolfcut men" on pinterest if you're wondering :D
The 5th image of the first image is really speaking to me, like if I just slicked back the bangs it would be perfect<$$(and practical because I don't like hair in my face!)
And yes it is becoming spamcest at this rate lol XD
actually there were two things that made me come to this realization, one, I watched the movie She's the Man and got insane amounts of gender euphoria, and two, I saw this fanart on Pinterest of human Spamton:
And I thought "THAT'S ME, THAT'S HOW I WANT TO LIVE, THATS HOW I WANT TO BE PERCEIVED"
SO the first image is very obviously inspired by the Pinterest screenshot, and the second one is I drew it over top of a picture of myself <$$$
I've been trying to see if this haircut actually is possible to achieve in real life but so far I haven't found anything resembling it :( but I won't give up hope!
DUDE jsvsjshjs your art is so cute!!! <$$$$ with the round glasses too!!!! spam-coded spam right there
also :3c the human spam's haircut reminds me of a wolfcut (with the bangs slicked back, because of course it's spammy we're talking about XD), idk if it looks like what you had in mind? :] (/genq)
all these were found on searching "wolfcut men" on pinterest if you're wondering :D
And yes it is becoming spamcest at this rate lol XD
actually there were two things that made me come to this realization, one, I watched the movie She's the Man and got insane amounts of gender euphoria, and two, I saw this fanart on Pinterest of human Spamton:
And I thought "THAT'S ME, THAT'S HOW I WANT TO LIVE, THATS HOW I WANT TO BE PERCEIVED"
The incorrect concept of "having a flat chest = androgynous, so all enby people should ideally have flat chests, and if you want to have breasts then youre either actually binary trans or a cis person wanting attention"
the thing they dont tell you about learning to "trust the process" is that you forget and relearn it every single time you make a new piece of art. unfortunately there is no cure either
Imagining Flowery giving you oral while you read without his max stats or whatever and helping him gulp toy down, I've never done an ask before this is my first time going to Tumblr JUST for this guy and Queen last week
This took so so long, this thing was punching the living daylights out of me fighting me tooth and nail but!!! I finished!!!! I don't think it's my best but it's certainly my longest so far
Flowery x Reader
Guiding Flowery to swallow the entirety of your Jarona and fucking his mouth after
Nsfw!! 1.8k words
You sigh. You've been on the same paragraph for the last five minutes. It's not a difficult read, far from it, but can anyone really blame you for being distracted?
Wet, almost-kissing noises come from below as Flowery attempts to swallow your cock whole, just like he used to. It was a common occurrence back in Castle Town: Flowery quietly shuffling towards your space while you're busy with your hands, kneeling between your legs, pulling your dick out slowly so as to not disturb you, and taking the entirety into his mouth. He would hum in appreciation (he'd mentioned before that its weight on his tongue is nothing short of satisfying), and he would keep it inside until you had to leave or stand up.
He's never once paused during this 'ritual' of his, and he had certainly never struggled before.
His throat suddenly spasms around your cock. Jolts of pleasure spark through you, but it's impossible to relish them when you spot Flowery's expression. He's drenched in sweat, a dark gloom cast over his eyes. Drool drips like rain down his chin, which he forgets to wipe in favor of focusing his all on the task at hand.
You frown in concern. "You alright there, babe?"
Flowery nods. You hear as much as you feel him about to answer—vibrations concentrated on the head and you shiver—only to realize he has a rather prominent obstacle in his mouth that prevents him from doing so.
He doesn't pull it out to answer you. Instead, he works his jaw open to attempt deepthroating you a third time. He fails, choking before he could reach three-quarters of the way home. Tears prick the corners of his eyes.
"Hey, hey. Take it easy." You pat his cheek, a suggestion to stop.
He doesn't. He tries again. He fails.
"Alright, babe, that's enough. Time for a break."
This time, you make it a point to coax his head back with a gentle push on his shoulders. He looks up at you with shining eyes as if pleading for one more chance. Geez, it's like taking a bone away from a dog. You shake your head. A muffled whine later, he draws your cock out of his mouth with a ‘pop!’
"So what's the problem? You feeling okay?"
"(Su—) My—" His voice is hoarse. He loudly clears his throat, massaging his throat to stop himself from coughing. "(Stingus) My stats, they can't be at their maximum here. I can't alter my title to 'Corncupiscent' either..." He rubs his nape with a smile that tries to be winning but comes off more sheepish. "(Plantice makes perfect) So it might be a little different than usual. But I should be performing my best in no time. Practice makes perfect!"
"Oh." You weren't aware maximum stats could expel a gag reflex. Or that Flowery even had a gag reflex. You run your thumb on the baby hairs at the back of his neck. "If it's too much, you don't have to keep going. No one's forcing you."
The moment the words leave your lips, Flowery looks as if he had his soul stomped into the curb edge and repeatedly jackhammered.
"Well, I do enjoy it!" you're quick to add. "Maybe you can just, uh, do... half?"
Flowery reigns his woe in with a soft smile. He places his hand on the jut of your knee. "(No, no, no) It's alright, my petal. You don't have to concern yourself with me. You can just keep reading your book."
"Are you sure? We can take a break or something."
"(Yes) I'm sure."
"Hm, alright..." you drawl, only partially convinced.
You truly do try your best to haul your mind back to the pages, but—
Flowery’s groans are all too distracting. It's nigh impossible to get through this damned paragraph when your brain's taken an interest in counting every attempt he makes.
One (oh, he almost got it this time!), two (a little worse than last time), three (he barely made it halfway), four (he's pausing for longer between attempts), five (he's looking frustrated now, him—the man that can hide any displeasure)...
"You're getting more and more tense, babe." You had enough. You set your book down on the arm rest and cup his cheek, guiding him to look up at you. "Relax your throat," you order, low and gentle. You feel him swallow around your cock, then he nods with a short jerk. His brows furrow in concentration—cute—and it takes more than a moment, but eventually, you feel the muscles of his throat relax around you.
"Good. Stay still for a second. Let yourself adjust."
A shorter jerk of his head—a nod, less sure. You give him a moment to get used to your cock. Five seconds, ten. By the minute, he's wringing his arm. You take that as a sign that he's ready.
"Now you can move. Take it slow and steady. There's no rush."
With your permission, he starts inching further and further past. Slowly, as ordered, almost excruciatingly so. The worst thing for him would be an unconscious jerk of your hips, with his mouth so warm and wet around you. So you place all your focus on sitting still.
Eventually, the head of your cock hits the back of his throat. His nails dig into his knees. His body screams at him to dislodge the intrusion, but with teary eyes, he trudges on, pushing past —
Your palm bumps against his forehead. He stops.
You tut. "No rush, remember? Just breathe." Flowery follows your instructions, remaining motionless and taking deep breaths from his nose.
Once again, you wait patiently for Flowery to adjust, only speaking to check up on him with quiet ‘there, there's and ‘take all the time you need’s. Absent-mindedly, as the clock ticks on, your hand trails to the crown of his head, playing with the strands of his hair. Gossamer and smooth like silk.
"Oh, raring to go?" Minutes later, you notice the subtle shift of his weight, how he balances more on his knees.
He nods, and you nod back at him.
He pushes forward. His lips frame parts of you he hasn't been able to reach since earlier. Your dick twitches, and as he encases more and more of your cock, the urge to thrust into that tight heat rears its ugly head once more. But you do your damndest not to. Flowery is doing his best. It'd be disgraceful if you weren't sharing some semblance of that effort. So he crawls on forward. You groan as he gobbles up almost the entirety of your cock.
Then, he ceases. You hear him hum high. You open your eyes (since when had they closed?) and find that—
"You did it!" A grin splits your face, and you ruffle his hair. "Good boy."
Flowery brightens up like a flower blooming for the first time after winter transitions to spring. He soaks up your praise like a sponge, and had his mouth not been so busy, you've no doubt he'd be smiling ear to ear. He's flushed all the same, chest puffing out (albeit awkwardly, from the angle).
You're happy to see him happy. Feel him happy too—god, he's so tight around you. Your nails scrape at the couch’s upholstery, toes curling in.
It's something you should be used to, with how often he warms your cock, but today, after seeing him struggle for the first time, and feeling the difference now: wet and hot, tightening around you with every other breath... He's got you all down, but those stats must have really given him command of everything. His throat feels less like an object he can tweak and more like a permanent part of him. Which is odd. It's always been a part of him. So why is it that—
"I know we usually just have you warm it,” you utter the words before you could think of them, “but, shit, I really want to fuck your mouth. Is that… okay with you, babe?"
It's a bad idea. Flowery just adjusted to your size, there's no way he can—
Flowery nods as enthusiastically as one can with a dick shoved deep in their throat. He grabs onto your thighs, shoulders squared as if to brace himself.
Fuck it. You throw caution to the mysterious winds, seizing his hair in turn, holding nothing back as you pull at his scalp. His breath hitches as he inhales, pupils blown wide into a deep dark black.
"Slap my thigh if you want me to stop," is all the warning you offer before dragging his head away from you, lips sliding past your length until they're encased just below the head. Then, you yank him right back.
His shoulder hike up to his ears. His chest stutters, almost choking from the force.
You repeat the same action, fucking your cock in and out of his mouth. His tears breach past his eyes and down his cheeks, but not an ounce of his body resists your brutal pistoning. In fact, he goes entirely slack, letting you fuck his mouth at a brutal pace that has him constantly near-gagging. But it's not as bad as before. He's able to reign in most of the symptoms of his reflex, focusing entirely on satisfying you. He evens out his breath, eyes furrowing as he consciously makes every effort to keep his throat nice and open.
Yet, despite his best, he can't stop it from spasming around you, the tightness urging you to keep thrusting deeper and deeper into his warmth. He's drooling again. Flecks of saliva leak out of his mouth with each punishing stab at his gag reflex. Your pants come out as near-growls. Faster than usual, tension balloons in your gut.
"Shit, I'm about to... Flowery..." You grab fistfuls of his hair. You pull until his nose bumps onto your pelvis. You grit your teeth and shoot down his throat, which he gratefully accepts, showing none of the trouble he had before. Your dick twitches with every spurt of cum he drinks up.
"God, you're really swallowing everything. Just like that, yeah. Take it in.” You loosen your hold on his hair in case he wants to spit. But it looks as if that was the last thing on his mind. He swallows everything down, brows finally relaxed, eyelids closing as if heavy like lead. The last dregs get lost in a single swallow. Sighing, you pull your cock out. "Is it all down?"
Flowery nods. He springs back to life, combing his hair back into place as he leans back. "(Tried your flavor) Thank you for the meal."
"Show me."
He drops his arm mid-combing-motion and opens his mouth without a second thought. He sticks out his tongue, nice and flat. Clean. Not a trace to be seen.
You grin. You cup his cheeks with both hands and pull him forward, pecking a quick kiss on the forehead. "That's my good boy. You did so well."
Flowery beams. “(All according to—All according to plant) That's plant for the course! For you, I could do it a thousand more times.”
You pinch his cheek. “Alright, let's not get too big for our britches now, babe.”
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