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[technically-human]

Stone.... 100 yard stare.... Like hugsarethugs dr ruby stone au..... In your style.... *floats away like a helium balloon* please......

He always looks traumatized to me

ko-fi

[eggcompany]

any chance of a drabble on armpit sweat kink Robby hehehe

I love kinky hucklerabbot

Literally haven't stopped thinking about it all day like ugh I love freaky hucklerabbotttttt But I'm soooooo busy so this is just kinda short

Robby was in med school when he got with Jack. Robby had been gay, his grandmother knew, most people who seen him, his neat little ties and his suspenders, legs crossed reading with his wire rimmed glasses perched on his nose, knew he was gay. And Robby was perfectly fine with that. And he had been enjoying one of the benches near campus, reading, people watching, considering what field to go in... orthopedics or maybe cardiology... emergency medicine... and he was just caught by a guy jogging past him.

Because Robby caught a scent that struck right through him. It was deep and peppery and intense, masculine and Robby's eyes tracked the guy, thick and redheaded, stocky and in

Robby wouldn't admit that he really liked men in uniforms for years, but those damn green army shirts just looked so enticing with those dark sweat stains, and those thick pants always made Jack smell so strong.

Robby finally tracked down Jack at a party and well... Robby tried to keep it a secret but then Jack walked in on him, dirty jockstrap shoved in his face, hand around his cock, and Robby was found out. Jack wasn't opposed to it, he didn't mind sending Robby a dirty pair of socks or a pair of underwear he wore for a few days, cum drying on the fabric.

When Jack got deployed he used to send Robby letters, cards, notes tucked in taped up envelopes, all of them written short little notes, and most of all, Jack would wipe the paper down his underarms. And Robby knew it was love. Because no one else would do something so ridiculous if it wasn't love.

Then they get Dennis. Dennis who for years got teased and bullied about smelling like farm, smelling strongly. Dennis was always working, helping, moving and he sweated through his deodorant. He couldn't afford to actually buy any, and the cheap stuff that got handed out at the shelter didn't really work for him.

Robby noticed after his first shift with the younger. Leaning over his shoulder, correcting a small mistake on the charting, and caught the warm, woodsy, almost too grown man scent that stuck to the twenty years old. He smelled... paternal, something that made Robby chuckle because Dennis was just the sweetest little mouse, but he held this- this fatherly scent.

Robby soon found that Dennis was delighted and embarrassed to give over his sweaty clothes, coming home with Jack from going to the gym or a jog, handing over his brightly colored briefs with blushing cheeks.

But Robby's favorite thing, his favorite thing, was watching Dennis and Jack do yard work. They were so strong, so capable, making their backyard look so nice and planting flowers and sweating under the sun, soaking through tank tops and shorts, sweat rolling down the insides of their thighs and- Robby got stripped down and squeezed between those soaked clothes, worshipping every drop, drunk off the smell of his boys, his boys.

Ahhh I don't usually write this stuff and obvi lolz but yes !! Here !! this was soooooo fun to write lolz

[linecrosser]

Hi! How are you?

Just wondering if you will draw moshang for mermay 😇

CHOMP (affectionate)

I did not plan on doing anything in May (recuperating from April XD) but here you go! Some quick Mer-Moshang!

[requincouche]

Hi, are you ok? You've been quiet for quite awhile now. Everyone needs to take a break now & then so just checking & hope all is well.

I'm so sorry for being quiet for so long. Thank you so much for the Ask! It makes me really happy, to see that so many people have sent me an Ask during the few weeks that I was taking my involuntary sabbatical... (I'm exaggerating here, of course, 😊). It's really sweet and heartwarming to read.

I think that I'm okay... No need to worry about the sharkgirl. It's been a challenging few months with a lot of ups and downs. I think that it's best that I write about my experiences in a separate blog post. However, to answer your question directly; my health is fine, i'm still currently employed and being paid, my home is intact, the dolls are in me bed or in the chair next to my bed, the blahaj is looking forward to being held by me every day, so that we can sleep in my bed together, and my littlespace welcomes me just as much as always! °^°

I hope that I'm still in people's minds, and I can still inspire people to try getting into their own Littlespace... I'll forever be around ^^

[fiercefitfemme]

What are some of your darker fantasies that you dont share often?

Oooo, I like this ask!

I enjoy the darker themes of manipulation, control and force feeding. I love the idea of keeping someone so constantly, achingly full that they're consistently on the edge of a food coma, dazed and foggy, able to do little more than pant, whimper, chew, swallow...and ask for more if they really want to please me.

You said you wanted to get fatter? I will set you a minimum calorie requirement to ensure you're gaining as quickly as you should. When you fall short, it's my job to make sure you surpass that minimum, whether you want to or not. On days when you do surpass it, I think you could still get at least another shake down 😈

I like a little humiliation coupled with contrast. Teasing someone for how big their belly is getting, how I can stand beside them and just disappear if anyone is looking at us in profile. Noting all the ways they're getting more dependent and pathetic. Treating their growing girth like prize livestock, poking, prodding, squeezing, measuring. Wondering aloud what people must think when they see us together.

I want them to know that when I'm feeding them, they have no choice but to clean their plate, finish the bag, empty the funnel and pack on the pounds. That's their only job.

And because I'm a switch...

I love the idea of a feedee who knows exactly what it does to me when they gorge themselves. Teasing me for being so turned on by their appetite and their fat, stopping me from touching them until they say. Mocking the meals I make for them as far too small and demanding I get more food, soda, beer, shake, whatever to fill their hungry belly. Throwing their weight around and reminding me that while I might be fit and strong, they're heavier than I could lift if they decided to pin me down. Treating me like their personal pleasure pet, existing to feed and worship and indulge them in every way they want.

I know for some of you, none of that is all that dark 🤷‍♀️ But these are just my personal darker fantasies. I do enjoy playing in most of the darker realms of feedism too, if that's what a feedee is into 😉

[katrinepierce0]

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[secondlina]

I woodburned the gold star crow for a project at school :3 I hope you like it 😄

Finally my crows can be rendered perfectly in the ideal medium for artistic expression.

FIRE.

Thanks, I love it!