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[udderlyadorablecowcake]

☆~°hi! and welcome 2 the party! u can call me Riri🍷

~°♡this blog is like my lil digital diary, where i indulge in 18+ fantasies/kinks. it ain't tame, that's for sure. i just needed somewhere to get it all out, y'know? so if u don't like it, well...just leave!🍒°~♡ plz read below for important info⬇️

🧩things you'll see on here/major likes/ or actual kinks, that I relate to personally, relationship or otherwise:

pet play (only cow tho)✌🏼

soft cnc

an4l

daddy kink

breeding

somono

lovesick obsession

praise

musk

men who fit the term "bear"

🛑things u WON'T b seeing on here/things I absolutely do NOT condone. I'll add more 2 or take away from either of these lists when i find stuff i do or don't like:

Actual incest/ACTUAL 🍇pe/anything forced that wasn't consented to for the purpose of a discussed fantasy

Anything that has to do with LEGITIMATE children and minors in any way, shape, or form. This is a space for consenting ADULTS to engage in FAKE FANTASIES AND KINKS WITH OTHER LEGAL CONSENTING ADULTS. Try that shit with me and see if I don't fucking find you and⬇️

Anything occult/horror related

Weapon/pain play

Restraint

Very light, back of neck squeezes are okay, but I've decided I don't particularly like choking

Beastilaty

Food play

Hypnosis

Anything furry related. Seen some cool art, but I'm just not into that

Weed/drugs in general

🍬a bit about me!🍭

23 yrs🍭

plus size🍑

open to asks! never done them before, so plz be patient, and respectful of the things i don't do/talk about🍭

straight🍭

she/her🍭

taken🍭💍

☆○♡~that's all! c u l8r!

-xoxo💌

[rawme-price]

The table has been....silent and tense since dinner started. The guys visiting ghost and his spouse, a little congratulations on a retirement not ending in a casket.

Only....there's just one thing that no one wants to point out.

"....simon, is that a kiddie plate?" Kyle bites the bullet, feeling a bit odd using his name, but you insist on no call signs in the house.

"Wot? No." Simon looks down at his plate. Blue with polka-dots and little cartoon sharks, split into three sections with raised walls. He looks at it with a straight face "it's just a partitioned plate, innit? Keeps my beans from my bread."

"And your...cup?" Johnny points out now, just as you exit the kitchen with the last dish to set on the table.

"Anti-spill. Hand isn't what it used to be, johnny." Simon nods, completely serious while he picks up the sippy-cup full of bourbon. True to his words, ghosts hands shake more than usual.

No one says anything after that, probably because you stomp on prices foot under the table when he opens his mouth with a joke. You aren't above kicking simons friends out if they decide to be rude about what helps him eat.

For breakfast, everyone gets a bowl with a little cartoon animal theme, and no one says a thing.

[rawme-price]

Stalker!soap who doesn't particularly want to fuck you or anything, though he'd never say no. You're just an interesting thing for him to chew on between missions. Watching through the cameras in your house, occasionally visiting while you're on base.

Of course he knows about your little breakup. He watched it happen. He also watched you fall apart afterwards. Eating takeout most days if anything at all, leaving trash around your home, abandoning your hobbies.

Well. Soap can't have his pretty pet self-destructing, can he?

Kidnapper!soap who decides to be more proactive, takes you while you're sleeping with a window foolishly unlocked. He's got a nice, secluded house out in the woods that soap helped him find.

You wake up in a...shockingly nice room. No window, but theres a bed and various craft supplies, a laptop, even some plushies you recognize as your own. Eventually you'll meet soap, learn exactly what kind of man he is. He wont hurt you unless you make him, you're only here so he can keep you safe, after all.

Soap who takes away any worries or stress you could ever have, in exchange for your autonomy and privacy. Maybe you'll earn some of those back...someday.

[philgraveswife]

Simon Riley who REFUSES to let you turn the lights off during sex. Absolutely not. Not his partner. The first night you two end up in bed together, it starts out hot and messy. Just a simple date that led to more, clothes tugged off in the entryway of your apartment, lips and tongues messily pressed against each other's.

When you walk with him into your room, you flip the light switch off. You don't even think about it, it's sort of just habit, whether you're masturbating or having a quick hookup with some bloke from the bar, the lights go off. Simon pulls away from you quickly though, and you can see his strong brows furrowing even through the dark.

"What's tha' for, lovie?"

You hum in response, though you can take a guess as to what he's talking about. You're just ready to get started, no time for this conversation.

"The lights. Why'd ya turn 'em off."

"It's just... Something I do."

Your tone is clearly laced with insecurity. It's pathetic. Simon's big hand reaches over you to flick that light switch back on. Then his movements are gentler. Less hurried, more precise, less messy. He runs his hands over your body like you're something to worship. And he tells you about it too.

"Fuuuckkk lovie, I ever tell you how much I love this ass?"

"Fuck me, I could squeeze this throat all night long, pet."

"That mouth migh' just be my favorite thing about ya, sweetheart."

Simon Riley will not let his love feel any less that how he sees them. Ever. And if you ever think so, he'll fuck it right out of ya. Slow and special. His favorite way.

[rawme-price]

Please sir...anything abt soap.

Imagine being artist!reader and desperately looking for some studio space after moving into your tiny apartment, right?

But everything is so damn expensive, so you resort to looking through sketchy ads until you find one "studio for rent. 20$ a week, must be interviewed in person." Which, is definitely too good to be true, but you're desperate.

Turns out, it's not some psycho murderer, but some lonely veteran. He introduces himself as john, but insists on 'soap'. You get the sense it means more than you know.

"Ach, ahm' an artist too, kid." He tells you, showing you around the decent studio space connected to his home. There's gorgeous oil paints and sculptures lying about "these are old, new studio's a bit closer to my room. Shorter walk." He taps his cane on the floor for emphasis.

Soap, as it turns out, is just a guy with too much money wanting to help young artists. You accept the deal, and try not to cry on your ride home.

Really, it's an amazing arrangement. You've made more art in the past two months than you have all year, using all the fancy tools and materials soap has. Your favourite days are when he's feeling good enough to come watch you work, but other days you hardly see him at all.

You really want to thank him for everything he's done. You were able to secure a gallery showing thanks to him. Something simple, you paint a photo of him you snapped when he wasn't looking. He's radiant in it, scar and all.

Only...when you go looking, he's not in the studio. Soap has never explicitly told you not to come into the main house, though you never have, so tentatively you enter.

It's a nice, cozy space. Warm blankets draped over a couch, pill bottles expertly hidden in cabinets you really should be snooping in. You venture further, and really, who could blame you for wanting to take a peek into his studio? You hardly see any of his new work.

You open the door and–

You. You're all over it. Drawings, paintings, sketches. All of them of you. You figure it's fine, he has a crush, you've done the same before. But then you look closer and– that's you exact shirt you exclusively wear to bed. Those are the mugs you keep in the back of your cabinet.

And– on the table is a dollhouse. You recognize the layout of your apartment immediately. It has the little bedside lamp you bought two days ago.

"Ah, there you are." You whirl around to see soap at the doorway. He doesn't look at all shocked "I see you found yer congratulations gift. Here–"

He walks up next to you, invades your personal space to pull out a replica of his house. Artfully crafted panels are pulled back to reveal a room in the house with a familiar tiny figure. It's chained to the wall. "I don't thing i got yer eyes right. But I'm sure you'll be a perfect model for me to reference later."

[rawme-price]

Imagine stressing about the date you plan to go on with your captain, Price...

Sure, he's sweet and affectionate with you in the hidden corners of the base, but you never wear anything too revealing around there. Nothing form-fitting, always geared towards comfort.

On base, there's at least the illusion that you're skinny enough to be the pretty thing he wants to chase after.

But...not now, as you stand in the mirror. You frown at how every dress you've tried on just..doesn't work. The pudge of your lower stomach hangs out, fat rolls on your sides. It's a simple black dress, but form fitting. It looked nice on the model.

You're tempted to call it off, tell price to cancel his plans, when you hear a knock on your door. Price is here. You can't avoid this.

You open the door, resolutely staring at John's shoes to avoid seeing his reaction. He's dead silent for a long, agonizing moment. You're not sure what to think besides please don't be disgusted.

"...bloody hell, kid," he huffs, voice low and stunned "yer not plannin' on wearing that out, are you?"

Your stomach drops, lips trembling. Before you can force out an apology, price is stepping into your space, hands finding your hips "christ– i won't be able to stop myself if you do. Yer trying to kill yer old man, huh?"

Your eyes dart up to his face, and with a startling realization you note that price is smiling. Face red, brows pinched, but smiling. "you like it, then...?" You ask, unable to stop your doubt.

"Like it? Love, ahm about ready to bend you over right now," price chuckles, warm palms sliding over your pudgy stomach. He freezes over your hips, and you're sure he can feel how your lingerie hugs and pinches your fat in ever so slightly.

"Fucking hell–" he groans, head dropping with a rough exhale. Price pushes you further into the room hurriedly "actually, how about we postpone, eh kid? I wanna see what else you've been hiding–"

Well...turns out price is more than happy about your weight. He makes sure you know that, thoroughly and several times over that night.

[tulipsbymybed]

omg I’m thinking abt virgin!konig who literally starts drooling when you let him fuck you for the first time.

18+ minors dni or I’ll be so mad w u

he’s letting out a constant steam of moans, mouth dropped open as his eyes roll back and his hips pump into you brutally, kinda forgetting to check you’re alright beneath him as he ruts away like an animal in heat, relentlessly chasing his pleasure. your head is thrown back into the pillow, just soaking in the feeling of his fat cock finally finally bullying its way into your dripping hole, when you feel something on your chest, something a bit wet, warm and-he’s literally fucking drooling, head tipped back a little above you, spit dripping from his lip onto your tits as he goes cross eyed at the feeling of your slick pussy. he hears when you huff out a small laugh, blinking hazily and looking down to see, before realising what a good fucking idea it is and latching onto one of your nipples, pressing his palms up against your back to tilt your chest into his waiting mouth, force you harder into his face like he needs so badly.

the next day he can’t even speak. he’s so dumb. your pussy literally broke him he doesn’t know how to act, it’s honestly all he can think about. he gets so pussy drunk from fucking anything, just thinking about how you felt is enough to make his eyes glaze over, remembering how you clenched around him makes him stutter over his sentences and forget whatever he was saying. he can’t get enough of it, promising he’ll be gentle and slow and restrain himself-and then he immediately gets lost in it, rutting and humping away, hips snapping with no control and hardly any rhythm just desperate to get as far inside you as he can-

[udderlyadorablecowcake]

you can message me if you want 😈

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[ickytreats]

Daddy who makes you feel little while adoring your size. Kissing your round cheeks and holding your plump hands and calling you a soft little baby doll. Playing with your tummy and finding cute plus size princess outfits to wear. Giving you stuffies and praising you for being just as soft and huggable.

This. This is all I need.

Daddy who treats me like his pretty doll. I love to feel his hands all over me so I let him grab and play with me all he wants. He can even bite me and I'd just smile. I'm basically a plushie I can take it.

Blushing, getting smaller, and dumber for him as he grabs me. A nice grip on the fat of my hips as he pulls me into his lap. He is being very vocal about everything. Praising, kissing, and marking me. I need to be smothered by him completely until all I can think about is him. Talk to me about everything. Kiss me. Whenever and however you want.

I suddenly thought of those matching Daddy and Baby Girl/Princess jewelry that used to be trending. Let me go on about how cute they are and how happy I am that we have them. If he wants to make this dirty I can cock warm him as I talk or at least try to. I'd probably be babbling and squirming while grabbing onto him plus a stuffie.

I can picture it. Trying to hide my face in his neck whining about nothing because the only word that can leave my mouth is Daddy. While he has a hand on my waist a little higher up so it's also on my tummy. His other hand on my thigh guiding me to ride him. All while he grunts, moans, and talks into my ear. Even when we cum can we please just stay that close?

Y'all work with me because this is the mindset I've been in. Just small and with a need to be smaller but I have an adult life 😭

[kdeactiv-deactivated20211018]

Friendly reminder, you don’t have to be skinny to be sexy.

[forte-x]

Friendly reminder, you don't have to be skinny to be sexy.

[imjustudders]

Are you ok with anons sending in fantasies if its to do with kinks that you're into?

Of course!

[udderlyadorablecowcake]

Same here🍓🐮!

[bovineblogger]

[udderlyadorablecowcake]

Yes lol🤍🖤🤍

[empanada13]

Feed him fingers coated in pussy while he jacks himself off

[localmilkman992]

Feed me I’m hungry….thirsty?

[ickytreats]

Size kink goes stupid as a plus size girl. Like I’m big, no duh. I’ve always known and that will never change. I’ve never been small to anyone but that’s what I crave. I love the idea of being plus size and meeting someone bigger than me. Someone that Can and will take me.

Meeting the dude he already knows, he read me like a book, and he is ready for it. Meanwhile I’m in my own little world, another guy that fits my type that just wants a small petit girl. I don’t notice the flirting and how he’s treating me differently. Even when people call it out I chalk it up to his personality. Until the manhandling starts to get my obvious. He looms behind me at all outings, he’s not afraid to drag me along, he helps himself by grabbing my hips, stomach, thigh, and even bottom.

I need him obsessed with my body and with the same concept as me. Yes I am big but to him I’m still small. Can size kink also apply not only to physical appearance but also mentality? Like it would make sense he’d have a bigger demeanor than mine too. Once again I’m sassy at times but he snaps me right back into place.

Fat cunt but small hole all for him to use. Have me struggling to take it while my body bounces. This is something I’m a little insecure about, the way my body moves. It looks so pretty on all the other girls. The way their body moves perfectly with each thrust or how their bottom shakes with each hit. When they grab the fat but there’s still so much more to love and appreciate. I think a guy wanting to take all that would heal me.

I want him to mount me, somehow covering me. Put his weight on me because I can take it, hold me in place, and make me take his cock. Grab my neck and watch as my pretty chubby cheeks flush and turn pink.

I wanna be able to blush and laugh whenever someone thinks I’m the one in charge behind close doors. Just because they think because of my size I run things but that is the biggest lie.

I also feel like he’d feed into my need for attention so good. Like that’s just what I need, someone obsessed. Is it mean for me to say I need people to open their eyes and realize size kink goes for plus size subs too?

[tender-somethings]

Nicole Farhi

[plain-lo-deactivated20221231]

get a guy who says "I know, baby" while you're cumming

[ickytreats]

I wanna experience body worship so bad. Like I wanna be worshiped by my Dom. Not to be emo but I feel like this stems from me not feeling wanted because I don't fit "the type of girl" I wanna feel him not be able to take his eyes or hands off of me. Have him send me messages about how he can't get me off his mind. Being plus size we can get insecure so I would love for him to just grab me. Hold me, run his hands all over my body, bite, and kiss everywhere.

Hear him give me soft yet crazy possessive praises. If I even try to say something negative he's grabbing my face and making me look into his eyes. He will not stand for anyone speaking negatively about me, that includes myself. Yesterday I was admiring myself in the mirror because yes we are allowed to be confident! Thinking of that now a Dom stalking behind me watching me. Watching me admire every curve and just getting hot from it. Big being able to help himself and grab me.

I think we know I love being grabbed and groped. I wanna feel him do exactly, handfuls of my body. Something in me wants to say he'd let his friends do it too but at the same time I wanna say he doesn't share what is his.

I want him to love how I can smother him. Love that my thighs can simply keep him in place without trying. That my body moves just the way he likes with simple touches. I want him to be overwhelmed because there's so much to love. He has all the time in the world with me, he knows this. At the same time he wants to do it all at once.

I want to struggle while riding him all while he gives me loving words and guides me. Watching my tits bounce as I get shy because that's not the only thing bounces since I'm plus size. I wanna get told that it's okay that he loves it. I want him to see me as a fragile little thing for him but still get spanked and bruised.

I feel like a stereotype for plus size girls is we give amazing head. I want that theory to be true, like I'd take it as a compliment. I want him to be obsessed with how my chubby cheeks take his cock down my throat. How my eyes look up at him eager to get a reaction and to be praised. I need and want him to be obsessed with me that he lets everyone know with no shame.

I think it would be such a pretty sight to see his cock get lost in my cunt and thighs. I know that would be warm and it's autumn. What better time for him to be all in over me? Breeding would go crazy because my mind says the cum would stick so much better idk I'm yapping at this point.