/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>38295254
post more hobbitses. I've fallen in love with the idea that they're cute adorable assholes and bullies who only get away with it due to being tiny and cute.

>Blearily beat away the intrusive heat spilling all over your face, but despite your ugly, wrinkled expression and weakly flailing arm, your protests mean nothing to the brilliantly beaming sunlight.
>You'd spoken to your dear wife Marigold of the Hornblowers that you ought to hang dense curtains to enjoy a little more of the morning's slumber, but your grumblings went utterly unheeded, for she liked to wake up beside you and retire beside you. Even when you do manage to sleep in, she'll just awake you with her namesake.
>You groan, vision blurry as you stare out through the window, noting with some chagrin the waving tips of grass stalks and a rose vine waving tentatively at you, its tiny bud opening to the sun. When was the last time you pruned? Perhaps that'll be this day's chore.
>You roll over to look at your wife, a splayed out mess astrew betwixt the sheets, her mouth open. The bed, though your half matched alright, was huge for her. If you didn't actively pull her close and hold her through the night she'd often end up some part of it splayed out with limbs twisted as they are now, legs bowed, an arm up beside her head and twisted out, and the other outstretched, her remarkable soft hand - given her hobbies - touching against your side this time. She has no particular preference except perhaps the one south, but regardless of where she ends up on the big bed, some part of her always makes sure to touch you.
>The sheets do little better to hide her decency than the see through nightgown, straining hard against her immense and plump bosom, hem dipping so dangerously low, straining with a kind of cursed admirableness to the very tip of the soft bud of her pale pink nipple.
>The sunlight bathes her small form with a warm gaze paling to that of your own. Gingerly, you brush her auburn fringe from her face and smile at the soft smile upon her shapely lips.
>You reach out a hand, fingers sinking into the soft mound, or one of them. Their size is truly nearing disproportionate, far too much for you to cup in a single hand they make a habit of engulfing your pelvis. The milky and faintly freckled flesh rolls and bounces.
>She reacts in her half slumberous way, lips curling further as her arms move on instinct, wrapping around your arm. Oh so gently you extract yourself and get out of bed, stepping foot down into your slippers with mastered ease.
>You throw your own gown about you and quietly stretch, member twitching and rising to half chub as the blood starts to flow through you. Knowing Mari, you'll be seen to soon enough.
>You head out of the bedroom thusly, because where is a man to walk naked in nothing but a gown if not his own home? There's only the gentle tweet of birds and the faintest hum of bees to see your majesty anyway.
>Slowly as to drink in each and every familiar but blessed view, you pass through the study-cum-smoke room, through the dining room and through the kitchen into the walk in larder and yes, it needed to be walked in.
>You grab the kettle and frying pan from the kitchen, and stealing a sneaky nip of hard liquor, you take out with you some yesterday-fresh eggs from the chickens, bread cheese and leftover beef.
>You leave it all by the slumbering embers of the fireplace and wrap your robe about you just incase and duck out to the gardens to pluck tome fresh tomatoes, spinach and mushrooms. With that all done, you coax the fireplace awake and in short order your lovely home is full of the scents of cooking breakfast. No sooner had you set the table and added the milk and honey to the tea than does your beloved shamble out, rubbing at her eyes with delicious breastheaving motion as she beams at you through the one emerald orb not scrunched up with a small fist in it
>"'Morn'n Dear"
>Can't help but smile despite yourself and you pull her chair out for her as she pads over the chilly stone tiles on her tufted feet. "Good morning, honey. Sorry for waking up without you."
>She slumps into her seat and without ceremony carves out a square of still sizzling meat, then spears through upon her fork first fired mushroom, then a sheet of withered spinach, a seared cherry tomato and finally the square of meat. She pops it into her mouth and scrunches her cute fact up with a soft squeal as she chews, freckled cheeks grown puffy. "I can suffer if it's for your cooking."
>You make your way through breakfast with giggles glances, longing stares and silent flirtations. With a satisfied sigh you lean back into your chair, robe slipping open, as you take your barely-cool-enough tea and begin to sip. "Mmm, I think it'll be a garden day today. Some of the hedges need trimming."
>"I'll get my sunhat."
>"And the dress."
>She smirks, "The blue one with the daisies?"
>You grin, "No, no, too warm for that one. The white one."
>Her smirk turns into something lewder, she knows you love to throw that thing up over her wide hips and take her when she's bending over to tend to one thing or another

>>26907994
>He gets other men to draw his waifu naked
Is commissioning lewds the ultimate cuckoldry? Think about it logically.

>>13346284
>Bilbo is not a girl
It's not about Bilbo, silly. It's about cute hobbitses, doing cute non-hobbitses things.